Friday, July 24, 2009. I heard him come in the room and close the door. He stood near me, watching me. My heart beat hard against my chest. In the silence I heard him strike a match. I imagined him lighting a candle, but the blindfold prevented me from seeing the soft light of the fire. I wondered if the candle was for ambiance or dripping hot wax. As I sat naked on the straight back chair, hands tied behind my back, I started to get wet with anticipation.

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For some time now, I have wanted to be pushed to my emotional edge to the point of crying. I had assumed that when this finally happened, it would involve LBR inflicting pain on me. I envisioned her pinching or beating me just beyond my limit until I began to weep. I could only imagine the intensity of the emotional connection. What did I want to happen? So with that sh.