“How does that feel, Boy? Does it hurt you?”
“Oh Goddess, it hurts so good!” I groaned. “Like two separated shoulders at the same time!”
“Goooooood,” she crooned. She began to tease and tickle the skin of my ass with the soft bristles of her hairbrush.
“Being given pain by me is arousing, isn’t it? I can feel your abnormality throbbing ever harder against my legs.”
“Yes, Mistress. You hurting me gives you s****l pleasure. Pleasuring you sexually is my only purpose. This is by far the surest way to win your heart. I will endure any amount of pain to earn your love.”
Mindlessly I recited this catechism, never doubting a syllable of it.
“Excellent,” Mistress breathed when I’d finished. “You are such a good Boy!” Again my heart swelled, as she continued to stroke and swirl those bristles
