Chapter Seven
Apparently that was to be it for the first time. He untied me and lay with me on the couch, stroking my hair and my face, kissing me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. He said that I had done magnificently well, that I showed true promise, that he believed I was one of those rare people for whom pain during s*x is magically transmuted into pleasure. He said that next time perhaps I would go into what he called subspace, where all consciousness of pain is replaced by a feeling of euphoria, like a drug, and the body craves only harsher and harsher stimulation. He said he intended to devote himself to my s****l development, that it would be an indescribable pleasure for him to train me to be his perfect little slut.
Afterwards I thought about that, about what he called me.
