Make no mistake - I love my woman to scream.

Scream from pleasure and pain. I love it to use the cane on her ass and tits, see the pain in her eyes and tell her to put her ass in the air or her vibrant udders out to meet the strokes. to teach her obedience in pain, to see her win over her own self preservation reflex. That is true love to me.

And when she scream and tries to get away - the natural reflex of the body to avoid pain - it is like my brain gets a drug kick (or at least that what I imagine frug kicks are like, I've never tried drugs). And I want to hear her again. And I strike her again, tell her to stay put.

"Stay put, whore, I'm gonna beat you again"

And I seldom stop before the screaming have subsided into sobs, sobs ofboth hopelessnes and a feeling of freedom.

Then I hold her, tell her how much I love her, what a good girl she is to me, how happy I am to be her Master.

And all is well.