I turned the knob another twist and she grunted something unintelligible. “There is no ‘least painful position’, Daisy,” I said. XXX When the third one hit, she screamed and threw her head forward, panting and crying. Daisy started off that way — a red-headed Catholic girl from the UK who reveled in her own humiliation and sexual abuse — but quickly dropped hints that she wanted more pain than shame. I removed the claws and she nearly fell over from relief. Then the pain really started. It was when they needed to be reminded of their place in the scheme of things. Daisy’s plane arrived just forty-five minutes after mine. We had to tie her to a chair so I could concentrate on what I was doing rather than on keeping her from twisting and turning. When she came back around to where I was standing, I handed her the metal dildo I’d had custom made.
