He gets hard seeing his marks on me. I get wet knowing this. I don't try to analyze it. It's just us.

I no longer fear the pain...I fear no release from this torture...knowing that I've hurt him and he can't forgive me...that he won't be able to make me his good girl again.

I want you to be afraid of making me angry…this will help you to remember how to behave.

When I look in the mirror... I know that I belong to him...that I will never be the same again. I've let him punish me...