Prologue
The problem with being a masochist is that, when it comes down to it, if your dominant is not a complete sadist then the usual punishments used in the kink community do not necessarily work as a deterrent.
The pain from the cane or the torture of orgasm denial, while unpleasant, make me sooo fucking wet that I am usually looking forward to experiencing it all over again.
That’s the beauty of playing with a sadist like Master K. Unlike others, he watches me to find out - not what turns me on - but the one thing that I do not find sexy. The thing that he can order me to do that will have me grinding my teeth as I submit. The thing I hate but do just to please him while he watches the anger and humiliation flash in my eyes.
The one thing that makes me both repulse in disgust but at the same time makes the twisted degradee in me crave.
This time it was watersports.
If there is one thing I can’t stand it’s bodily fluids (other than sperm) on me. And I made the mistake of voicing out my disgust at Master K during one of our casual conversations…
Stupid stupid Kaylah.
