A silent nod from me. I needed Oren to be extremely demanding of me and to push me to the absolute brink of my capabilities. Oren's gentleness was a precious commodity, and getting any of it required significant effort. That's how I'd earn it: by enjoying every moment of my cropping.

As his blows became more systematic, as the strokes rained down on my breasts and set them jiggling and making the clamp bells ringing, I recognized something I had read about but never truly thought was true. Oren was adept at walking the line between pain and pleasure; his strokes were firm enough to hurt yet gentle enough to...