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“Especially for you! It has salt and red pepper in it. I will wait for you to stop screaming and then I shall apply more. By morning, your penis will be swollen the size of a balloon and you will finally understand that in future, when I say that you are to come to my room at a certain time to fuck me, you will obey unreservedly.”
     
     
     

Chapter Fourteen
     
    “ The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment .” ― Marquis de Sade
    The next few days I spent my time reading and horse riding in the mountains near the hotel. I did not see Saskia at all. I had the feeling that she had left the hotel and when I looked for her red sports car in its usual parking place it was gone. I asked Mrs Wilson whether Saskia had checked out and she assured me that she hadn’t. She had told Mrs Wilson that she would be gone for a few days and to hold her room.
    I knew she would be back. I knew that she was hooked and would not renege on our arrangement.
    Riding in the mountains was a wonderful release. The days were crisp and cold and clear, the skies cloudless. I needed to numb my desire, my yearning, with this magnificent scenery.
    Each day I returned to the hotel in the late afternoon, satiated by the beauty of nature - tired and hungry and thirsty. And each day my physical craving for Saskia grew.
     
     
    And now it is the evening of the third day and I know that Saskia is back because I saw her car parked in its usual spot. I shower quickly and change my clothes. A few minutes later I am knocking on her door.
    "Come in!" she calls.
    I enter. She is standing in the center of the room, dressed in a long white satin flowing gown that shimmers down the length of her body like incandescent light. She stands with her arms folded across her breasts, and looks stern, angry even.
    My heart skips a beat at the site of her and my breathing quickens. I realize how much I have missed her.
    "Saskia!" I rush toward her and am about to throw my arms around her to kiss her but she steps back, and holds up a hand to stop me. She regards me from head to toe as if seeing me for the first time.
    "Slave!" she says finally, coldly.
    "Mistress!" I reply immediately, kneeling down before her.
    She seems pleased. "Yes, that’s as it should be from now on."
    With complete awe I look up into the green eyes of this shimmering, gorgeous being. "You’re so beautiful," I say breathlessly.
    " My beauty pleases you?" She says coquettishly.
    " It drives me mad!"
    Her lips twitch derisively, and she looks at me mockingly from behind half-closed lids. "Hand me the whip, then."
    I looked about the room.
    "No, wait" she says, "stay as you are, kneeling. I like it when you kneel before me." She goes over to the fireplace and picks the whip up from the mantelshelf. Watching me with a smile, she flexes her arm and lets it hiss through the air. Her face suddenly looks savage as she strikes me violently. She seems instantly mortified by what she has done and drops the whip and falls to the floor next to me and throws her arm tenderly around my shoulder.
    " Oh God! I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?"
    "No," I reply, "and ev en if you had, pain administered by you is nothing but pleasurable to me. Hit me again. Hit me as much as you like – I know it gives you pleasure."
    " But it doesn't give me pleasure! It scares me. I am frightened by what we are doing. How far can we go? Where will it end? When will it be enough ?"
    I look at her and smile. I am seized by that old familiar addictive intoxication of excitement. I feel my loins stirring.
    " It is never enough," I say softly, "Whip me. Beat me without mercy."
    For a long while she says nothing. Then her arm slips from my shoulder and she stands up. Without a word she stoops and picks up the whip once more and swings it through the air; it cracks down across my back. She hits me twice.
    "Are you satisfied now?" she says, breathing heavily.
    "No. I need you to inflict serious pain on me."
    Come with me to the