Chapter Three
Parnell and Marlena
I was a masochist.
Another restless night at least made that much clear. But I was pushy too, knowing that if I didn’t get my share of ‘dominance’ then I got demanding. A dominant masochist? Was there such a thing in the SM scene? Of course, why not? Take a woman, frustrate her enough, no matter what the circumstances, and she would claw out anyone’s eyes. SM was no different, and the intense emotions associated with bondage only served to heighten the experience. Which is where I was now. I was ready to punch out somebody, but if they took the whip to me first, then I would meekly submit until my p***y just couldn’t stand it anymore. At that point whoever stood over me issuing orders had better be prepared to f**k one raving slave girl.
But I didn’t h
