Celia yelped at the blow, then sighed as her nipple was tweaked painfully. And then the words of her mistress fell like bombshells. "What? Oh... Please, no, mistress.... I... I can't help enjoying it. I hate it but I love it and I want you to stop and I want you to beat me to a bloody pulp, and I ... Oh please, don't leave me?" She burst into tears, twisting her head to bury her face in Mistress' belly, the only part she could reach with her hair tied to the draw handle. "p... please?" She sobbed. "I'll do what you tell me, honest?"<br/><br/>Part of her mind watched, dispassionately, from somewhere outside herself.<em>You pathetic little cunt! What on earth are you? The evil bitch offers you a way out and you break down and cry like a baby!</em>