Ok, Doragon
Fine, I see now.
You may - if you are friendly - take into account my comparative ignorance to keywords that in the minds
of the knowing professional punishers automativally trigger a cascade of scenarios.
I am but an occasional volunteer whipper and even then if the crucified starts moaning and I've whipped
her to orgasm, exhaustively, I might stop and to the high bafflement of the inclined audience take her down,
wipe over her wounds which makes them close and heal instantly - sorcerer's power, don't ask me to explain -
and take her in my car on some super soft cushions to an Italian Café, invite her to cappuccino, Amaretto or
Tiramisu and whatever she likes to have to 'normalize' her and be generally nice to her until one of her old
f/m ppg (professional prison guard) shows up, then quick take ... ah, but you can finish this better than I.
Domodumbo
uhm -- if Eulalia translated it, I feel obliged to intensely brush away and wipe out
any of my critics in this case.
So, never mind my inutile comments, forget, and remember Bobby the Dylaman:
Don't think twice - it awe's right!