We beg for this and beg for that, beg for more and beg for less. We beg Her to punish us, and when She’s finally happy to oblige, we will beg Her to stop. That’s a lot of begging, wouldn’t you say? It becomes some sort of beg-ground music….uh…I mean background music (sorry about that). To me begging should be a trump card, only to be used when the tide is high: the I-can’t-take-it-no-more kinda begging. I love that moment, to be honest. When a plea for mercy is not some sort of submissive mantra, but when it comes straight from my heart. Now, I’m not saying I’d love to stare into the abyss of agony all the time; that would be killing for my epidermis. But it’s quite a magical and memorable moment when panic, fear, pain and suffering come together. Nothing makes a Mistress more powerful than during that agonising moment. Will She be merciful? Or will She whip that trump card in two?