*I’m parking the car. Five minutes*
Deep breath. Why do I do this to myself? The hotel room is carefully arranged: the bench central so she can move around it; a cushion so I am positioned just right for her; blindfold ready. I am intoxicated with fear and adrenaline.
She is going to walk in and, in complete silence, take me to the limit of my endurance with her paddles, whips and canes. Then push me further till I am a gasping, sweaty mess. Then leave.
*I’m in the lift. Be ready*
I lie on the bench and put the blindfold on.
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