"I guess we're ready to have that little talk now," she said.

She stood in front of my helpless figure: a slim brunette, wearing only an pink thong. Her small, perfect breasts gleamed from the sheen of light perspiration that covered them. Her face was flushed from the excitement of tormenting me. She trailed the little whip up and down the insides of my legs, tapping my toes...

"I've strung you up like this for a reason," she said. "I needed to know, for certain, that you could take my kind of pain and remain sexually stimulated. I also needed to demonstrate this fact to you, if it were true, which it clearly indeed is...You're exactly what I've been looking for. You're handsome, intelligent, articulate and," grinning as she noted, "impressively hung. You obviously find me attractive and you certainly can't deny your sexual excitement. The amount of pain and discomfort you are experiencing, right now should reduce anyone to agony and tears and cries for mercy. You're quite aroused, however, and the pain and pleasure are overwhelming, aren't they? It is your delight. And you're all mine..."