In the face of deep unease, sealed by the fervent longing and anticipated pleasure of beholding my Lord, my joy turned into an uncontrollable torrent. It was palpable, a truth that banished all solitude; He was there, immersed in that impudent act of surrender that until then had veiled my presence.

Two more lashes from that whip, which now tasted like divine nectar to me because it was wielded by my Master, and whose pain dissipated in the face of His mere presence, etched fleshly paths on my back and buttocks. The blows continued their cruel dance, but nothing possessed any importance anymore; His figure stood before me, and His sole existence wove a mantle of comfort over my spirit.

"It is necessary," His voice articulated, grave and demanding, "that you offer yourself to another to satiate their most primitive instincts. Do not bring me dishonor, for my patience has unbreachable limits, and I would abhor it if you thought yourself an disobedient whore."

I did not harbor any intention of defrauding my Lord. If His will dictated that I surrender to another, His reasons, without a doubt, would be inscrutable. Nevertheless, that idea sowed a shadow of unease within me. But, who was I to dare contradict the designs of my Master?

Bent over my own body, I felt an unusual violence tear apart the innards of my femininity. The pain, sharp and real, tore a cry from my throat, a lament alien to pleasure. He had penetrated me with unmeasured fury, moving with the urgency of one who does not conceive a tomorrow, pouring his burning seed into my interior.

A faint reproachful whimper towards my Lord escaped my lips, for having delivered me to that savage. The response was two dry and resounding slaps.

"It was a bet," He spat with coldness, "and you almost made me lose it. Your behavior is far from being worthy of me. I am torn between the idea of erasing from my memory what we built over the years and letting you fly solo."

My heart shattered into a thousand frozen splinters. Kneeling on the ground, I only managed to embrace His legs, imploring forgiveness for my audacity. In return, I only received the icy disdain of His gaze. Before that desolation, my cheeks were flooded with bitter tears, unable to bear His indifference and lacerating contempt.