ana Look....come her and look. Yep, he did it. To me. I'm so...so...lucky! He took the time to cause me this pain. To hurt me, to cause me this pain. I thank him for it. Oh, the whip marks aren't that deep, and it only stings a little every now and then. There's nothing more romantic then hurting the one you love, I truly do believe that.

No, it ain't about domination you sickos! It's about how love puts your mind in a giddy haze, you're light and sedated. You need the pain to prove its real, that he's real, and that he'll never go away. And you hear his cries, and you know that you are giving him what he wants, what he need. But above all: what he likes.

It's not sexual...not really. It's affection, but not in that way. After the pain is inflicted , and you feel the blood seep down your back, and you're cuddling him, and tugging on his bangs, it's perfect. Just to be held in a gentle caress that caused you such orgasmic pain only moments ago...I don't know much, but I do know this much: that is the greatest feeling in the Universe