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let
two or three minutes go by before he came back with a small
flurry of strokes. By the time he was finished, I was getting
quite uncomfortable. Inwardly, though, I was thrilled -- was he
actually genuinely angry? That was certainly worth a few points
for me. And I was even more aroused. This was a game we were
playing, a sexual game, and the "beating" would be followed by
another round of foreplay.
How much pain do I like? It's hard to explain just how hard a
blow I consider acceptable. I define it as hard enough to be
unpleasant, hard enough that you genuinely don't want it to
happen -- but not hard enough to draw an exclamation. The best
analogy is clapping your hands together hard -- if you do it a
few times, you're not going to like it. Well, each blow should
be a bit harder than that.
I remember trying to teach Roger my limits. He has a greater
liking for pain than I do, and it seemed to take him overly long
to learn where my threshold is. The man who was beating me this
time knew just how hard to hit me. He only went over once, near
the beginning; I warned him with a code word, and he
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