Before I tear into de Sade, I must continue the self-flagellation I began on my other blog. I am single-handedly responsible for the mortal illness of my dear Mercury Grand Marquis, by driving it on NO OIL. Therefore, Leah, servant, please bend over for Leah Master and take your punishment like a man. When I kick your ass, I want to hear no whinging. Is this clear?
Yes, Mistress.
Hear comes the boot, the lash, and the cat-o-nine-tails, all at once.
Ouch.
I repeat: there will be no complaint from you, silly servant of the Mistress.
Okay...