Not every Woman is suited to be a merciless slave driver...
She kicked him... he rolled away... She dug Her nails into his flesh. his forehead and cheeks began to bleed... Her nails remained imbedded in his face as if She wanted to leave Her mark on his features forever... he was whimpering like an animal... there are Women who love their dogs...
he was kneeling at Her feet, covering Her hands with his kisses... She struck him in the face... She turned him out. he begged to be allowed to come again.
'Would you die for Me?' She has asked... and he nodded happily... Power over life and death had been given to Her...
To punish him, She whipped him... She let him run naked in the snow, tied to Her sled...
At night She puts Her shoes outside the door and demands that he lick them; in the morning he brings Her shoes and begs to be allowed to put them on.
'Bring the whip,' She tells him. 'No, on all fours.' he finds the whip. 'No, in your mouth.' he obeys. 'Undress. No, on the floor.' She flogs him until the blood streams down his back...
Sex is low, but pain ennobles it...
(Habe, 1962)
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