Oh please, oh please, no more, I can’t, I just can’t…I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry, and I –
[AGONY]
Thank you, Sarah! Thank you for beating me!
Oh no, oh please, please Sarah, for pity’s sake don’t, I…
[etc]
Three little words. But so important, don’t you think?
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| Fortunately, some important brain functions remain completely unharmed – the pain receptors, for example. |
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| No imagination. You’d think she’d get bored with it after the thirtieth blow, the thirtieth desperate shriek, the thirtieth angry weal of brutalised flesh. But no… |
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| She looks so unhappy! Dommes shouldn’t be unhappy. Still, they can always ensure they’re not the unhappiest person in the room. |
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| Wow. You could be getting a multiple orgasm here – more than once in one year, that is. |
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| It’s a perfect match. He likes eating food, but he’s no good at cookery. He likes to look smart but he hates ironing. He gets quite moody, and sometimes you need a good kicking. Made for each other. |
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| Later she bought the movie, but it was all a bit disappointing. He was just one of quite a few actors in it. There is one scene when you catch a glimpse of his face, screaming in terror, but it’s only for a second or so, then a boot gets in the way and the screaming abruptly stops. Later on, there’s a longer shot of something being scraped into a waste disposal unit, and she thought that was probably him, but it was very hard to be sure. |
