“DAMN! why did I say ‘I love you’?”
I truly do love her and pray that she will stay with me forever but I am her mistress and not her lover!
Then she slides between my legs “NO! I command her” I notice she is crying but I am not sure why. Is it due to the pain or is it due to what I said to her?
Either way I pull her up next to me and lick the tears off of her cheeks. “Please don’t cry my love.”
DAMN! why did I call her my love? It is true that I love her more than I have ever loved anyone before but she is my slave. I must keep that in mind before I ruin our love.

Obviously she loves to be my slave; why else would she have put herself through that torturous movie?
And clearly I love her; why else would my heart have shattered so when I heard her cry for mercy?

“Come let me bathe you” I command her. She looks at me both frightened and angry.
She must wonder why I am treating her thusly.
She reluctantly follows me into the bathroom where I draw up a hot bubble-bath but much to her surprise I slip off my clothing and climb into the tub first.
“Come sit in front of me” I command of her and gladly she does.
I take great pleasure in washing her while I kiss her neck.

After we are done I gently dry off her bruised body and lead her into my bedroom.
“Lay next to me slave” I order her and she does as commanded.
I tell her how proud I am of her and how I admire her withstanding the horrendous torture the giants did to her.
“Master Jon will have a copy of the film for us to watch in a week.”
I also warn her that he is planning on marketing the movie.
“Be prepared to become a porn-star”

I thought she would cry at the thought of this but instead she snuggles closer to me as if the thought of her degradation is giving her great comfort.
I pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately then I tell her “you know where your tongue belongs” and she slides down my torso stopping when her face is between my legs…