Her pale skin bound tightly, luscious flesh spilling out—proof of endless desire. Even as she's struck, she trembles and pleads desperately for more, revealing the true essence of a female masochist. Tears may fall from the pain, but ignored completely, everything progresses exactly as planned. Slowly, subtly, without her realizing it, she's been guided toward becoming a true masochist. Twisted breasts, pinched nipples, choked at the neck—she's instantly wet. Clamped with clothespins, drenched in mud... though she says nothing aloud, deep within her heart, uncontrollable lust writhes and stirs.