How I Became a Mistress (part 3)

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On a dark winter evening, the same Sasha came to visit me. I didn't come alone, with a bottle of whiskey and a lot of worries. In a couple of hours, it became clear that Sasha had been abandoned by his Mistress, that his business was not going well, the crocodile was not being caught and the coconut, as you know, was not growing. I didn't know what to advise my friend until he asked me for a favor. The dialogue went something like this:
— Eva, I can't. I'm addicted to pain and all these sensations. I can't live without them. You have to help me.
— How is that, Sanechka, do you imagine it?
"Just hurt me."

I hesitated at first. It's kind of uncomfortable to hear this from a person with whom all contact has always been purely verbal. But I remembered my childhood passion of biting and scratching. But since it has always been taboo, I put my addictions in a tight box and packed them somewhere deep inside myself. And then the option presented itself to give in to the impulse. Besides, the whiskey went to my head. And I started torturing him. In a friendly way, without any sexual overtones. My claws dug into his skin, my teeth bit, and the domineering woman in me was tearing out. The moment was aggravated by the fact that Sasha liked it all. And I understood that everything that was forbidden before is now allowed. And the more I let myself, the more he likes it. At some point, I blacked out. It became clear when I found Sasha in the morning, scratched and bruised. The problem was, I couldn't remember anything. Obviously, at some point, my euphoria reached the point where my brain shuts down. I looked at him and realized that there was a very wild animal in me that I didn't know anything about. Sasha looked at me gratefully, like a faithful dog. "A gorgeous girl is dying in you, and a sadist, too," he told me. My mind couldn't take in so much information at once, so we just had coffee and I sent my friend home.

I've been thinking about this story and the animal that lives inside of me. Until one day, one of the hundreds of messages on the site turned up...

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