I just can't. Not without reason.

So I went back to the original plan and brought two beers that we could drink together after my shift. I know the Austrians...a day without beer is almost like Ammageddon, only not as loud. And Petra has been without fuel for many weeks now.

But Petra stared wistfully at the bottle, but then refused. And she couldn't be persuaded. It's forbidden to her, and she's sticking to it. Okay, she's not a native Austrian; such mental mutations are found everywhere in her home country of Germany.

But Petra isn't stupid; she knows exactly what I want from her. So she asked me to hold her hand comfortingly while she's punished in an hour.

I didn't find out the joke until it was too late.

That was the nasty caning, really hard, until the blood spurted. But Petra really got into it; she thought it was really hot!

It made me sick and dizzy; I ended up sitting in a chair while someone else patted my hand.

What was her offense? She yawned when she was in class with the "sublime."

At the end, I got a real, hard explanation... THIS was BDSM! What I do and many others are just pseudo-erotic play.

Petra is a real masochist; she needs it hard, otherwise she'll go crazy. I'm just an always-horny slut looking for extraordinary sex.

Thanks for the explanation, but he could have told me that more nicely. Then his confirmation – that's exactly the difference. In BDSM, there are no lies, no beating around the bush. There is screaming, sweating, pissing, vomiting, bleeding and shitting.