ENGLISH SPEAKING Today I dressed as a horsewoman, shiny black boots, tight pants. But it is not with a horse that I spend my time. A beast yes, that animal of my slave. I make him lie bare-chested and begin to climb on his stomach and belly. I have boots with razor-sharp heels, which I bought especially for him. Every time I climb on him a red hole appears in his flesh. Each time I insist a few moments longer, stay on him and hurt him more, so that the hole deepens. He groans in pain, the poor man. But he accepts it all. I jump on him, put both feet together with my heels hurting him, look for his weak points, the most delicate ones. I crush his head also. I slaughter him. My dominant figure towers over him and reduces him to a sore mat. Maybe he cries,but I dont care. He learns that he belongs to me, only to me, and that I do with him what I want.
