Hurt by the discord with my husband, I wandered in the rain that night—. My feet naturally led me to the home of the master from the bar where I worked part-time during college. 'I am a pathetic woman,' he said repeatedly as he hit me, made me lick him, and trained me. Shame and pleasure intertwined, controlling my heart and body. Yes… Today is my "masochist memorial day" —— .
