Actually I felt like s**t. My n*****s – in fact all around my chest – were tingling. My thighs felt the same. And the pain from the welts on my back was amazing now that I’d stood up.
“Laura’s upstairs running a bath for you,” Christine said. “A nice soak will do you good. I’ll bring you a glass of wine up, is that OK, darling?”
I twisted round and held Christine. I wanted to kiss her, but wondered what my mouth would taste like after the gag had been in it.
“I love you!” I said fiercely. “I love what you do to me. I love the way you torture me. I want to do my best for you. I want to be the best slave I can for you.”
Christine’s eyes began to tear up. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. “I love you too,” she said, her voice thickening. “I’m so happy you like what we’re doing. I
