| A dialogue:
“God, Jaime, I think you put my back out. Fo. I mean my bum’s on fire, and it even hurts to walk.”
“Well, if you don’t want to get yourself whipped and fucked, then stop calling me Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
[Smug pause.]
“Yeah, yeah, that’s cute. Master. But look at this.” [Shows really quite severe bruising on back of right thigh.]
 Ah, carpet burns. Oddly, not usually caused by shag pile.
“Whoo. That is angry, isn’t it? Well, you’re a little warrior, darling, wounded in the cause of love. Let’s say. But you’ve got to wear marks of love proudly. Like carpet burns. Carpet burns are good, aren’t they?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Told you so.”
“Yowch! Master!”
“No, hold yourself still, girl. I think this is going to hurt.” |
