马丁毫不犹豫地将我按在桌子上，脸朝下固定住。我的手肘被绑住，双腿之间也被绳子紧紧勒住，大张着双腿。他用鞭子有节奏地抽打着我，让我泪流满面，提醒我这一切才刚刚开始。

他只给我一点喘息的空间，就把我拉回那种节奏——徘徊在解脱与屈服之间——直到他最终解开我的束缚，让我像个乖乖女一样彻底崩溃。Martin wasted no time bending me over the table and securing me face down. With my elbows bound, roped tight between my legs and spread wide, he summoned tears with steady strokes of the flogger, reminding me we’d only just begun.


Giving me just enough space to steady myself, he would pull me right back into that rhythm — suspended between relief and surrender — until he finally untied me and allowed me to unravel like the good girl who earned it.