On a night when my heart was breaking from discord with my husband, I wandered in the rain, not knowing where to go. My feet led me to the home of the bar master where I had worked during my school days. Arriving at his place, I kept whispering, "I'm such a pitiful woman," as I was slapped, licked, and trained day after day. Torn between shame and pleasure, my mind and body were gradually and completely dominated. Yes, today is my "Masochist Anniversary"—how I spend this night is my choice alone.