“You see, she is not unmoved by this ultimate intrusion,” the Count said. “I have to tell you that she is not an innocent. Her tight little ass has already been breached, with much pleasure by those lucky enough to have had the honor.”
My shame now knew no bounds that the Count should reveal details of the perverse s****l acts I had performed. But I later reflected that, since there were no liberties he was not prepared to take with my person, why should he spare my blushes when it came to revealing my secrets? I felt that I had now become a thing, an object, existing at this moment purely for the convenience of those who were inspecting me. Whereas when I had been caned, the pleasure I had derived from submitting to pain was motivated by a deep desire to renounce my will in favor of anot
