part hate and part fear.” I say.
“In such a relation only one can be hammer and the other nail. I wish to be the nail. I cannot be happy when I subjugate the woman I love. I want to adore a woman, and this can only happen when she is cruel towards me."
Then, an irresistible impatience seized me. I stepped closer and embraced her beautiful warm body and kissed her moist lips. What joy for me to be pressed against her. I played with her hands with teenage curiosity.
"You have an interesting way of arousing my imagination, stimulating my senses and making my pulse beat faster. You are the kind of man who will corrupt the soul of a woman," she said with a smile.
Victoria turned and proceeded to the fireplace where she had kindled a small fire.
"The nights are getting colder already. I am afraid you may not like it, but I can't remove my furs until the room is sufficiently warm," she said.
"Of course, but why do you have this great penchant for furs?"
“Furs have a stimulating effect on the body. It is a physical stimulus which sets you tingling, and no one can escape it. This is the way God intended,” she said while sensually stroking the fur.
“Nothing can intensify my passion more than tyranny, cruelty, and especially the faithlessness of a beautiful woman,” I replied.
“I understand," Victoria interrupted.
"It gives a dominant and imposing quality to a woman," I said.
"Not only that," I continued, “with me, everything has its roots in the imagination, that’s how my soul gets its nourishment. To suffer and endure cruel torture seems to me exquisite delight, especially when it is inflicted by a beautiful woman. In a woman and her beauty I see something special, because the most important function of existence is her sexuality.”
She put her hand on my neck. I was seized with a sweet intoxication under the influence of this little hand.
“I yearn to be the slave of a woman, a beautiful woman, whom I love, whom I worship. Who disciplines and whips me, places her foot upon my body, all while she gives herself to another,” I said.
"We women are inventive," she said.
"Take notice, when you find your ideal woman she may treat you more cruelly than you anticipate," she added.
"I am afraid that I have already found my ideal woman!" I exclaimed while kneeling to the ground with my face into her lap. As her furs separated, her fragrance and vision of subtle pubic hair delighted my senses and I began to get aroused.
I then seized her hands.
"Once more I beg you to stay with me forever. If you can't do that then become the embodiment of my ideal woman, without softness and with diabolical astringency. Nothing halfway. If you can't be true and loyal to me, be a demon."
I was nervous from the proximity of a beautiful woman and it affected me like a fever. I kissed her feet, and finally raised her foot and put my neck under it.
"I adore you so infinitely that I am willing to suffer anything from you, for the sake of spending my whole life with you,” I said.
She walked across the room and opened a door. Inside were whips, long whips with a short handle, the kind that are used on horses.
"Are these satisfactory?" she said rhetorically.
“No, they are much too small," she continued with a devilish glance at me. "I need a large one!”
She looked further and finally selected a sizable whip. Immediately, I was overcome with trepidation.
"Dangerous forces lie within me," she said, while walking in my direction.
"You awaken them, and not to your advantage. You know how to paint pleasure and pain in glowing colors. Should I try my hand at them, and make you the first object of my experiments?”
"Oh, how beautiful you are." I whispered.
"Do I please you?" She stepped before the mirror, and looked at herself with proud satisfaction.
"You drive me wild!"
"Remove your shirt,” she said.
I complied and began to stand up.
"No!" she exclaimed, "stay as you are, kneeling." She clutched the
“In such a relation only one can be hammer and the other nail. I wish to be the nail. I cannot be happy when I subjugate the woman I love. I want to adore a woman, and this can only happen when she is cruel towards me."
Then, an irresistible impatience seized me. I stepped closer and embraced her beautiful warm body and kissed her moist lips. What joy for me to be pressed against her. I played with her hands with teenage curiosity.
"You have an interesting way of arousing my imagination, stimulating my senses and making my pulse beat faster. You are the kind of man who will corrupt the soul of a woman," she said with a smile.
Victoria turned and proceeded to the fireplace where she had kindled a small fire.
"The nights are getting colder already. I am afraid you may not like it, but I can't remove my furs until the room is sufficiently warm," she said.
"Of course, but why do you have this great penchant for furs?"
“Furs have a stimulating effect on the body. It is a physical stimulus which sets you tingling, and no one can escape it. This is the way God intended,” she said while sensually stroking the fur.
“Nothing can intensify my passion more than tyranny, cruelty, and especially the faithlessness of a beautiful woman,” I replied.
“I understand," Victoria interrupted.
"It gives a dominant and imposing quality to a woman," I said.
"Not only that," I continued, “with me, everything has its roots in the imagination, that’s how my soul gets its nourishment. To suffer and endure cruel torture seems to me exquisite delight, especially when it is inflicted by a beautiful woman. In a woman and her beauty I see something special, because the most important function of existence is her sexuality.”
She put her hand on my neck. I was seized with a sweet intoxication under the influence of this little hand.
“I yearn to be the slave of a woman, a beautiful woman, whom I love, whom I worship. Who disciplines and whips me, places her foot upon my body, all while she gives herself to another,” I said.
"We women are inventive," she said.
"Take notice, when you find your ideal woman she may treat you more cruelly than you anticipate," she added.
"I am afraid that I have already found my ideal woman!" I exclaimed while kneeling to the ground with my face into her lap. As her furs separated, her fragrance and vision of subtle pubic hair delighted my senses and I began to get aroused.
I then seized her hands.
"Once more I beg you to stay with me forever. If you can't do that then become the embodiment of my ideal woman, without softness and with diabolical astringency. Nothing halfway. If you can't be true and loyal to me, be a demon."
I was nervous from the proximity of a beautiful woman and it affected me like a fever. I kissed her feet, and finally raised her foot and put my neck under it.
"I adore you so infinitely that I am willing to suffer anything from you, for the sake of spending my whole life with you,” I said.
She walked across the room and opened a door. Inside were whips, long whips with a short handle, the kind that are used on horses.
"Are these satisfactory?" she said rhetorically.
“No, they are much too small," she continued with a devilish glance at me. "I need a large one!”
She looked further and finally selected a sizable whip. Immediately, I was overcome with trepidation.
"Dangerous forces lie within me," she said, while walking in my direction.
"You awaken them, and not to your advantage. You know how to paint pleasure and pain in glowing colors. Should I try my hand at them, and make you the first object of my experiments?”
"Oh, how beautiful you are." I whispered.
"Do I please you?" She stepped before the mirror, and looked at herself with proud satisfaction.
"You drive me wild!"
"Remove your shirt,” she said.
I complied and began to stand up.
"No!" she exclaimed, "stay as you are, kneeling." She clutched the
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