"Its not enough anymore."
He had me tied over the seat of
this chair with my ass pointing into the air. He was smacking it
with one of those whippy who knows whatzits.
You know what? He knows the names
of all those things and I dont. I never thought that all that
tying up and smacking people shit was cool or fun or anything. I
never felt this HUGE RELEASE he was talking about if I would just
LET GO and FEEL IT.
What a bunch of shit.
But I think early on I wanted to
be liked by him so much that I would say just about anything to
keep him liking me.
I struggled free and spread my
legs and smiled.
"What about this. Is this
good enough for you."
"Wait a second. Let me get
my camara." And he left the room.
This is when he started taking
the pictures.