Hurt by the discord with my husband, I wandered in the rain that night――. My feet naturally led me to the home of the bar manager where I had worked part-time during college. 'I am a pathetic woman,' he said repeatedly as he hit me, made me lick him, and trained me. Shame and pleasure mingled, controlling both my heart and body. That's how… Today is my "masochist memorial day" —.
