Pleasure and Pain.

I sit here, handcuffed to the bed with golden posts. I smell shrimp being sauteed in the kitchen, with a hint of dill. I hear him singing to a tune. I breath in and out, my naked body heaving up and down. There is a large mirror on the wall. I can see the words, "cunt," "loser," "Piece of shit," "Pig," "Tiny tits," "worthless," written all over my body. The worst part is that I asked him to do this to me. I look down at the marks on my skin left from the whip he had lashed me with. I was still trembling.

The room's walls were painted as white as a hospital room. It may as well have been one, as far as I was concerned. I sighed. I had wanted this. I shouldn't be complaining. I shouldn't feel like a victim. My body jolted. Javiar entered the room with a dish of shrimp drizzled with lemon and a bit of dill on a bed of rice. A salad with cranberries sat on a corner of the plate, drizzled lightly with his signature vinaigrette.

He set the dish on the bedside table and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hello, my dear," He said.

"Hi," I whispered.

"Are you ready to finish playing now?"

"No. I want more," I whispered against my better judgement.

"Do you now?" He asked as he kissed my forehead.

"Actually, my love, I want to humiliate, dominate, and control you."

I saw Javiar gasp in shock. He sighed. He looked at me. Without a word, he untied my wrists and ankles from the bed. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths. He chuckled. He held me closely, "I love you, Desy."

"I love you too."

"Eat lunch," He whispered, "I will be back soon with an answer."

Javiar took a long walk. He came back within an hour.

He knelt down on his knees and he whispered, "Do what you want with me, mistress. I don't need a safe word. We stop only when you are satisfied."

I threw him onto my bed, I tied his wrists to the golden bed posts. I tied his ankles. I got the whip and I lashed him over and over and over again. I wrote, "Pig," "Sugar daddy," "Porky," "Wimp," "Pussy," "Spic," all over his naked body. I kissed him as I told him how ugly he was, how his skin was the wrong color, and he would never be enough of a man for me. His penis rose.