Cowering at Brin’s feet makes me feel profoundly belittled and intimidated, terrorized and humiliated and yet at the same time strangely cosseted. I yearn to suffer the unimaginable intensity of her punishments even as I crave eliciting the slightest indication of approval from her. The self-destructive nature of my compulsion for domination has never been as close to apotheosis as when she strangled me to the edge of death even as she coupled with me, demanding all the while the ultimate admission of my complicity in the form of orgasm. Maddened anew by these memories, I roll back onto my belly. Then I squirm around until my impossibly tumescent p***s slips back into that crack in the floor. There I keen and thrash and hump and twist, maximizing my oh-so evocative agonies and helplessness
