She would hearnone of it. Just after locking on the ring gag, she looked into my pleadingeyes and said, "Remember my love, there are no safewords for ...punishment, you will endurethis." I hate being punished. Not because it hurts or is uncomfortable, but becauseshe's disappointed in me, and that hurts me inside like no physical punishmentcan. If she would only have let me explain my intentions. I guess I should start from the beginning…. We met by chance. I had taken a temporary position at a. The thought of calling your friends for help has been dashedaway, since the phone has been removed from the room.You nervously lick your lips, and taste the strong flavor of candy. Youwipe your lips with your hands, but don't see anything. You stand up,teetering on the high heeled boots that your feet are trapped in, andstart heading toward the bathroom. You gulp at the sight of your shadow,which is casting comically feminine proportions onto the wall. You turnyour eyes away from it, and are. He could not breath through his nose. It felt stuffed. The left side of his cheek and forehead were swollen. Every inch of his body felt stiff and he hurt all over. His body refused to work properly. Mark became aware he was lying on a hard, unpainted concrete floor that smelled of disinfectant and fear. Mark was confused. He lay still on the hard concrete floor, unmoving as he tried to get his bearings. Finally he forced himself to sit up and look at his surroundings through his right eye. The. Instead, I found that it felt – good. Right. Appropriate. As if we completed each other, as if we leaned on each other. She had said as much at some point.When I told her I wasn’t sure I could be her master because I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to support both our lives, she had said perhaps we could help each other in our brokenness. Or something like that.Whatever it was, I felt better about myself for being with her, better than I had ever felt about myself because I now had a focus, and.