The cane: the wasabi of implements (for me). A searing pain that quite literally takes my breath away. Following the first stroke tonight I wanted to pass out, to call red, to STOP. But as I breathed deep into the lash, composure took hold. This is my favorite part. Next, euphoria, a high even as I prepare myself for the succeeding five strokes. Tears find their way to my eyes for a moment, I breathe, and then my head floats. I asked for this by the way. #TTWD I love it here.















