Why is it necessary for a man to submit to all forms of degradation and slavery to achieve an erection and to be able to perform the sex act with a woman of dominant nature? The eminent authority, Dr. Klow relates several case histories in examination of this unusual enslaving characteristic man. "Frequently this desire to dominate and enslave a male has lain dormant until triggered by some incident. It is obvious that having decided on this course, she is compelled to find her own slave, the male who will submit to every demand, every humiliation, every degradation and be prepared for more."
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame
A mechanized automation.
-Percy Bysshe Shelly, 1792-1822
Contents
CHAPTER ONE - The Young
Case History - Carl
Case History - Frank
CHAPTER TWO - The Older
Case History - Andrew
Case History - Henry
CHAPTER THREE - Clubs & Mail Order Slaves
Case History - Clark
Case History - Steve
CHAPTER FOUR - Incest
Case History - Ted
Case History - Earl
Case History - Peter
CHAPTER FIVE - Lesbians & Variants
Case History - Gilbert
Case History - Joseph
CHAPTER ONE
THE YOUNG
As will be noted throughout this work, the woman who is closest to being typical of the type who delights in dominating a male into sex slavery, tends to be over thirty.
This is hardly surprising since a specific character development is called for in her case and such development requires time.
Frequently, this desire to dominate and enslave a male has lain dormant until being triggered by some incident. In other cases, the trait develops gradually as the woman's sexual experience widens and having become bored with the usual style of sexual intercourse, she seeks the new thrills of domination which offer limitless variation to the jaded.
It is obvious that, having decided on this course, she is compelled to find her own slave, the male who will submit to every demand, every humiliation, every degradation and be prepared for more.
In cases where she is fortunate, her desire and her partner develop at the same time so that there is really no problem involved, but this is not often the case. It is more likely that the male who helped her create this drive fails to satisfy her completely so that she goes in search of a more submissive slave.
At this point, many such women arrive at the logical conclusion that it would be simpler to train a young man, or an older boy, than to find a ready trained slave in her own age group, or to attempt to train a mature man who is likely to be accustomed to playing the dominant role of the male in sexual relationships.
I must emphasize that this represents only one facet of the subject and there are cases where a woman in her early twenties enjoys the services of a male sex slave in his fifties.
However, in this chapter, we shall restrict ourselves to a study of cases where old women look to the young age group for their slaves.
Here, as in many chapters, we shall see that corporal punishment is a basic essential of the game the woman plays and this can hardly be considered surprising.
How better can a woman demonstrate her dominance over a male than by having him lie over her lap, his buttocks bared, to be spanked, or to lie naked while she makes him beg for mercy while she straps, switches or canes him.
Indeed, cases of female dominance where corporal punishment is not employed are extremely rare. The method and severity of such punishment vary widely, even within a specific relationship, as we shall see, but neither is this surprising since we are dealing with individual sexual tastes and human behavioral patterns.
But, as usual, the reader will get a better understanding of these things by studying actual case-histories. Also as usual, case histories selected for inclusion here will be presented in such a way that the reader may gain an understanding of the principles involved and especially of the male who chooses to be a sex slave.
CASE HISTORY CARL
Carl arrived into the world by accident and quite by surprise. His parents had tried for years to produce another child and had given up. Their other child, a girl, was seven years old when he was born.
So delighted were they to have been blessed with a son at last, that Carl was condemned to a life of excessive love and coddling.
Not so his sister, however. The parents believed in firm discipline. As a result, while the young boy could do no wrong, the sister was punished as frequently as her parents felt it was deserved. Spanking was the normal method of punishment and was administered by either parent who used hand or hairbrush, according to the mood of the moment, on her bare posterior.
When Carl reached the age of seven he became quite aware of the difference in the manner in which he and his sister were treated. Frequently he heard the sounds of spanking and crying as his fourteen year old sister was spanked.
For a time he had considered himself lucky, but gradually a subconscious change took place.
Without realizing it then, he began to resent the fact that his sister received more attention than he. That the attention consisted of being spanked did not alter his subconscious resentment.
Each time Carl heard his sister being sentenced to a spanking, he would hurry to a point where he would be able to hear the sounds. Even at that age, he felt what he later realized was an intense sexual arousal each time.
If his listening post was favorable, he would hear the order for the girl to raise her clothes. He would hear her pleas for mercy, the little sob as her panties were lowered and the order to lie over the parental lap.
Then followed a specific scolding for the offence of which she was guilty, and before the scolding ended, the spanking began. The sound of each spank was music to the boy and his sister's cries sobs and pleas for mercy added to what became a veritable symphony.
Late one afternoon when Carl was eight, the pattern changed. They were all in the kitchen, Carl, his sister and his mother, when his sister, who had been falling out of favor all afternoon, finally wore out her mother's patience.
Angrily, the woman grabbed her daughter by the arm, bent her over her leg, threw her skirt and slip up and jerked her panties down. For the first time, Carl saw his sister's bare bottom. He remembers that the thrill was so great that he almost lost his balance.
In addition to his sister's normal pleas and sobs that were the prelude to every spanking she received, this time she begged her mother not to spank her in front of her brother. To his great relief, his mother paid no heed and the spanking began at once.
Carl thought he would faint as he watched the maternal hand rise and fall time after time, producing a loud sound each time and painting the smooth cheeks of the girl from white to pink to bright red.
As his sister cried, squirmed and kicked, her panties fell to her feet and were finally kicked free. Still the spanking went on until at last, the buttocks of the wildly shrieking girl brilliant red, his mother stopped spanking, pulled the girl's panties up and allowed her to run to her bedroom where Carl heard her sobbing for a long time.
That day, Carl vowed that he would be spanked by his mother. It was a vow that was not kept. No matter what he did he could not anger his mother enough to spank him.
His sister moved away from the house when she was eighteen and Carl was almost twelve. Only then did her beatings end.
Just prior to the last one, Carl slipped into his parents' bedroom, pulled the drapes just a little apart and hurried outside. He watched the entire performance as his father and mother took the girl into the bedroom and ordered her to strip naked. When she hesitated, a slap of the razor strap across the backs of her legs caused her to submit very quickly.
At eighteen she was more woman than girl and Carl saw clearly as she stripped entirely naked. First, she went over her mother's lap and received a stinging spanking with the back of the wooden hair brush.
Following that, she was forced to bend over the end of the bed while her father lathered her already blazing buttocks with the wide strap.
While watching the performance, Carl masturbated and formed the connection between spanking and orgasm.
When his sister left home, Carl was heartbroken. One day, in desperation, he asked his mother why she never spanked him. When, after a little questioning, he admitted to her that he would like to be spanked, she scolded him for being a dirty boy.
Completely frustrated, he went to his room and cried. His frustration stayed with him, but he never mentioned it to his mother again.
When he was alone in the house Carl would often stand in front of a mirror and nude, spank himself. From time to time, he would use the hair brush or the leather strap.
He would color his buttocks a vivid red before he ended the episode by masturbating. It was exciting each time he did it, but it was never enough. It never could be, he knew, until he received his spankings and strappings from a mature woman, a woman who would be big and strong like his mother and who would scold and shame him as she made him cry and beg for mercy as he had so often heard his beautiful sister do.
As he approached manhood, the urge grew stronger. Though he was a strong, good looking boy, he would have nothing to do with girls and sought every opportunity to be in the company of mature women. He still spanked himself frequently, but it was still not enough.
One of the mature women he most admired was a spinster school teacher in her late thirties. She was even bigger and stronger looking than his mother.
At nineteen, while still in college, Carl continued to perform chores for her around the garden and the house. He spent as much time as he could at her house as he fell madly in love with her.
One Saturday morning, just as Carl finished repairing a drawer of the desk in her study, he noticed her cleaning out an attach� case. His eyes went wide with excitement when a strap fell out of the case.
"Do you really use that?" he asked anxiously.
"From time to time," she replied as she saw the look of passion on his face. "Ours is a private school, as you know and corporal punishment is used."
"What is it liked to be strapped?" he asked in the same tone as he wiped perspiration from his forehead.
"I wouldn't know, Carl," she said with an expression that caused him to tremble violently. "I give the strappings, not receive them. Have you never been strapped?"
"No," he said bitterly, "or spanked or anything else. Do you spank students too?"
"No, Carl. Unfortunately the school doesn't permit that."
"Oh, Miss T." Carl actually sobbed, "please ... "
Turning back to the desk, the woman picked up the strap and ran it through her left hand as she held it firmly in her right.
"Come and stand in front of me, Carl," she said with a stern tone. "You have been a bad student and I am going to strap you. Hold out your right hand, palm up."
Carl did so and they both saw the hand shake. The woman also saw the throbbing bulge in the front of the young man's trousers.
"When I strap a student, I like to have her hold her hand out and wait for it. There are usually tears in her eyes and she trembles. Often, a girl will beg me not to strap too hard. Let me hear you do that, Carl." She swished the strap in front of him as she talked.
Carl tried to answer her, but couldn't speak.
Transferring the strap to her other hand, the woman moved closer, her right hand flashed and the palm and fingers gave his cheek a stinging slap.
Instantly, Carl dropped to his knees. Wrapping his strong arms around her thighs, he buried his face in the front of her dress and sobbed.
Her hand stroked his cheek as she looked down at him.
"Did you like that, Carl?" she asked gently.
"Oh yes. Beat me, Miss T, please."
"Stand up, Carl and hold your hand out."
The young man obeyed and she saw tears roll down his cheeks as he waited for the strap. With a quick intake of breath which caused her full breast to rise, the woman brought the strap down.
It made a sound like a pistol shot as it struck the waiting hand. The sound that tore from Carl's throat was a cry of surprise and pain at first, but quickly changed to a groan of passion.
Curtly, she ordered him to hold out his other hand. Again, her breasts heaved and the strap came down hard. Carl cried out again and felt both his hands tingle wildly.
Putting the strap down, the woman called him to sit beside her on the couch. She began questioning him and soon he was telling the whole story of his life, especially his excitement about spanking and how even the thought of it caused him to masturbate.
Carl trembled as the woman told him to stand up and strip to the waist. When he had done it, she stood close and rubbed his strong, smooth chest with both hands as she told him that she was going to take him over her lap and spank him. After he had removed his shoes as well, Carl cried out again, but there was no pain this time. What caused it was the sight of the woman unfastening the buttons of her dress and sliding a zipper down. In seconds, she had removed the dress and slip and stood before him wearing black bra, girdle, dark nylons and black shoes.
He had never seen a mature woman in such a state of undress and for a moment Carl feared he would ejaculate at the sight of her before she could spank him.
Reverting to the stern teacher role, the woman began to scold him for an imagined misdemeanor and announced that she was going to take down his pants and underwear, put him over her lap and spank his bare behind.
With deliberate slowness, she unfastened his belt, undid the buttons at the top of his trousers, slid the zipper down and pulled them open.
She caught her breath at the sight of the bulge in his jockey briefs. He was all man, she saw. And then, after he had stepped out of his pants, she saw more as, with the same maddening slowness, she began to pull his briefs down.
When his erect penis caught in them, she reached inside, gripped the shaft of the penis and drew it clear. Giving it a little squeeze which caused Carl to wince, she pushed the briefs down his legs and told him to step out of them.
She sat on the leather couch and called the young man to her. As he walked, he kept his hands and wrists in front of him shyly. He had never before had a female look at him in that state and his face blushed as red as his nether cheeks soon would.
"Move your hands, Carl. You have a magnificent looking penis and you should not be ashamed to show it."
Trembling, he stood beside her while she stared at what she had forced him to show.
Her voice stern, words clearly enunciated, actions slow as they had been when she undressed him, the woman took him over her thighs, adjusted him carefully with their skin making erotic contact, then commenced to spank him with her hand.
Right from the start, Carl was sobbing and begging mommy not to spank him. Quick to notice this, the woman dropped the teacher role and played mommy.
Scolding him for having watched as she spanked his sister on the bare bottom, she administered a long, stinging spanking. His cries and pleas thrilled her as she had known they would and inspired her to spank with greater force.
After what seemed like an endless time, the woman stopped spanking him and began to massage his crimson, hot buttocks as she soothed him with gentle words.
Noticing her strap on a chair, she helped the young man to his feet and thrilled to see that his penis had a look of strength and eagerness that was perhaps greater than before.
Making the sobbing youth stand with his hands on his hips, she picked up the strap, measured her distance and gave him two hard slaps on each cheek. It produced a fresh outburst of cries and she was so excited that she dropped the strap and almost tore her bra off in her haste to strip.
Without detaching her nylons from the suspenders, she bent and stripped the girdle and nylons down and off with the same feverish haste.
Taking Carl's hand, she hurried him to the couch, fell onto her back with her legs wide apart and pulled him onto her. It had been years since she had known any sexual gratification other than masturbation.
But just as the thrill was great for her, so was it to the young man. Except for having his sister strip to be beaten, it was the first time he had ever seen the body of a woman, most assuredly the first time he had seen a mature one.
And then her hand was claiming his erect penis. With frantic haste bordering on desperation, she probed in her crotch with it until she had pushed the head of it into the moist warmth of her vagina.
Gripping the young man by the hot buttocks, she pulled him to her and Carl was able to do the rest. Instinct that is within the male guided him as he began the act of sexual intercourse for the first time in his life. To his surprise and delight, he did it well and knew it was good for the woman by her enthusiastic response as her body warmed and writhed under him.
It is not surprising that he ejaculated quickly, but so great was the woman's arousal, that there was time enough to bring her to climax moments before he did.
After a little while, they talked earnestly. Each told long hidden secrets to the other and it was agreed that they were good for each other.
From that day on, they met almost daily. While filling the young man's need for punishment, which served as a great prelude to sexual intercourse for the two, the woman, with a sense of responsibility for her charge, ensured that the boy improved his college marks so that, by the end of the term, he had made up for the lost months and achieved a passing grade. It was not really a good mark, but it was far better than he would have attained without her.
During the summer vacation, they talked earnestly about the future. In time, they worked out a plan that seemed the only one for them under the circumstances.
The plan called for her to be transferred to another private school in another state. Carl would inform his parents that he wanted to go to an out of state college to learn to live on his own.
Through the summer, they worked on their plan. She had enough money to support the two, but his parents came through with the necessary fees for tuition and allowance so that he was able to pay his way.
In their new locale, they worked out a perfect style of operation. For most of the time, they were friends and lovers, but from time to time, when either of them demanded it, Carl would accept the role of sex slave willingly.
She introduced him to cunnilingus and anal osculation and he loved both and performed well.
In their most impassioned moments, the older woman would scold Carl for some imaginary fault and sentence him to a beating. With her hand, a school strap or any of the many implements of corporal punishment she procured, the woman would reign as queen during a lengthy punishment session.
Invariably, she would wear a black bra, garter belt and nylon panties. Just as invariably, Carl would be stripped naked.
He learned to cry and sob even before the spanking began and it invariably thrilled the woman. There was never a light beating, because neither of them would want it that way.
When the erotic punishment ended, Carl, in his role as sex slave, would be gentle and tender as he removed the bra and panties from the dominant woman, then would kneel while she told him what she wanted him to do.
Usually, it involved first anal osculation with his tongue curling into her anus, then, as she turned over to open her crotch for him, he would bring her to climax by means of cunnilingus.
But the teacher, a true sensualist, added many variations to their modus operandi. She taught Carl how to undress, bathe and powder a female body and he was an eager student.
When the mood was upon her, she would have him lick her feet and suck each toe individually. One of his favorite jobs was washing out her lingerie.
Another adaptation they worked out called for Carl to escort her to the toilet. There, he would adjust her clothes and assist her as she seated herself.
Carl would kneel between her legs while she performed her bodily functions, then, after performing the appropriate tasks with toilet tissue, he would help her to stand, and still kneeling, would readjust her clothing.
The slave was permitted to sleep with his mistress and rarely indeed, did they ever go to sleep at night without a wildly erotic session which ended in sexual intercourse.
On graduation from university, Carl took a job in a financial institution and with the woman's assistance and guidance, he did very well.
When Carl was twenty-three, his mother died. While he was at home for the funeral, his mind snapped. He was not able to distinguish between his mother and the woman who had trained him in the role of sex slave.
He was admitted to a mental hospital and it was clear to his doctors that the road to recovery would be a long and difficult one.
Carl has not yet reached the end of that road, but, at last, his prognosis is favorable. Complete recovery will require a great deal of time, but what else can be expected. The boy spent many years moving toward his eventual breakdown. It would be pleasant to think that recovery could be merely a short term thing, but the human mind is a complex mechanism. Time is an essential adjunct to any cure.
Having talked at length with the psychiatrist who is looking after him and having read the facts of his background completely, I feel that Carl will be able to return to society eventually.
When we speak of complete cure, we play the game of semantics. It may be that he will become what society chooses to call completely normal, but, on the other hand, his recovery may equip him only to return to the role of sex slave to some other woman.
His psychiatrist disagrees with me on this point and predicts complete recovery. I respect my colleague, but I cannot accept his line of reasoning.
He considers me a pessimist, I consider him an optimist and insist that I am a realist. No matter what happens, Carl will leave the hospital in a better state of mental health than that in which he entered it.
Always though, he will recall, in my opinion, that the happiest days of his life were spent as a sex slave to an older woman. I shall be neither surprised or disappointed if, eventually, he chooses to return to that role.
Man seeks happiness and the man who has known it once in a particular direction, is, as I see it, very likely to return to that direction to find it again.
In making this statement, I am not saying that the science of psychiatry is practiced in vain. Rather, my point is that we do what we can to help, but miracles are outside our domain and it is futile for us to believe anything else.
CASE HISTORY
FRANK
Frank's father died when the boy was three years old. His mother did not remarry and devoted her life to caring for her son's needs.
He developed as a sensitive shy boy, a good student, with an appreciation of the classics in music, literature and art.
By the age of sixteen, when other boys were interested in girls, Frank found it necessary to seek out other friends. Among those who thought of other things than girls, there were the athletes, with whom he had little or nothing in common and a few who, like Frank, devoted themselves to what they called "the finer things of life."
One of his friends, a year older than Frank, became especially close. When his parents went away for a weekend, leaving him alone at home, he asked Frank to stay with him.
Although he knew he would miss his mother, Frank, with her approval, accepted the invitation. He arrived on Friday evening and after the parents left, the two boys settled down to listen to music.
In a little while, his host took him to the games room where there was a pool table. Frank had played there often and had become quite good at the game, his only athletic achievement.
In a conspiratorial tone, his friend suggested that the game could be much more interesting if they played for a special prize. The prize, as it turned out, was that the winner got to spank the loser on the bare behind.
Although he was nervous about it, Frank went along. He knew that whether he won or lost, he was going to be nervous about the outcome, but his pal seemed so excited about it that he couldn't refuse.
Frank lost the game and followed his friend who sat on an armless chair. He was trembling in apprehension as the boy unfastened his pants and pulled them and the shorts down.
To his surprise, the other boy told him what a nice penis he had and asked whether he had ever done anything with it. Although Frank masturbated frequently, he said that he hadn't.
Noticing his guest's nervousness and not wanting to spoil things, the other boy took Frank over his lap and began to spank him. He spanked only moderately, but it was hard enough to sting and leave Frank with a definite tingle in his buttocks which felt quite good. It also left him with an erection which he tried, without success, to hide as he got up.
Telling him not to worry about it, the friend opened his fly and produced a strongly erect penis that was larger than his and informed him that it was quite normal to achieve the state of erection during a spanking.
Frank replaced his clothes and they played another game which Frank won. He suspected his friend had allowed him to, but it really didn't matter.
He was a little apprehensive as he walked to the chair this time, although his fingers did tremble as he opened and lowered the other boy's clothes.
His own penis was, to his surprise, erect and when he pulled down his friend's pants and briefs, he discovered that the other boy was in the same state. Both grinned excitedly as the boy lowered himself over Frank's lap.
From the very first spank, Frank knew that he was going to enjoy the game. He became so carried away by excitement, that he forgot to stop and his friend, who had tears in his eyes by then, had to tell him so.
The other boy brushed off his apology and told him it had been great. The stiffness of his penis supported what he said.
Frank went along with the suggestion that they play the next game in the nude. He quickly admitted that it was really fun that way. From time to time, the other boy would rub Frank's bum or give it a little spank. Once, as Frank leaned over table to line up a shot, his friend pressed against him with his penis between his buttocks. It was very exciting and Frank missed the shot by a mile.
When his pal then bent to make his shot, Frank took revenge and found it even more interesting. Both laughed and went on with the game, giving each other little pats and spanks from time to time. The host won the game and Frank was actually anxious to take another spanking.
This time, his friend spanked harder, but it was an enjoyable experience and Frank trembled with excitement before it ended. When it did, the other boy wanted to be spanked too, so Frank obliged.
It was even more thrilling this time and he gave his friend another brisk spanking. The host kept the thrill alive after that by telling how he had gotten up in the night once and discovered his parents playing the game that way.
They had left the door slightly ajar, confident he was asleep two floors above them. His father spanked with his hand, while his mother used the back of a hair brush.
Frank wanted to know all about what a naked woman looked like, but the other boy was more impressed with the size of his father's erect penis. He did, though, tell Frank about how his mother had leaned over the edge of the pool table with her legs wide apart and her behind arched, while his father had sexual intercourse with her that way.
Frank was becoming wild with an unknown desire. What his friend was talking about was the very thing he tried to imagine while masturbating. The thought of actually watching a man and woman doing it threatened to drive him out of his mind.
When his friend then told him of the joys of anal intercourse between two males, Frank was in no condition to resist.
Not just willingly, but eagerly, he went to the table and bent over. He had to wait while the other boy found a jar of Vaseline and applied it to his rectum and to the swollen head of his penis.
As the penis forced entry, it felt strangely exciting. Frank felt he should have been aware of pain, but he wasn't. When the full length of the penis was in his anus, the boy ground his belly against his spank-warmed buttocks and the feeling of arousal was heightened.
The feeling of the strong penis working in and out of him was thrilling and the thrill was increased when, from time to time, his friend reached around him to fondle his penis and testicles as he whispered how Frank would have his turn doing it in just a little while.
As the boy ejaculated inside him, his body pressed and jerked against Frank's buttocks. He had never known such a degree of enjoyment and excitement.
For a little while, the boy continued to hold him with warmth, then he withdrew his penis and Frank felt terribly empty even though his anus still felt expanded.
Frank was more than willing to use the vaseline, then press his throbbing penis into the arched posterior of his friend. The act was even more enjoyable than he had hoped it would be. It was so much more exciting than masturbating, he realized.
The ejaculation he achieved was his best ever and it went on for a long time.
They played two more games of pool after that, each winning one and spanking the other. They went to bed then and at the host's suggestion, both got into the same bed, both nude.
While they talked and played with each other, arousal was gradually renewed and although both were tired, they stayed awake until both achieved erections again.
This time, they took turns kneeling up on the bed as the other knelt behind for a repeat performance of anal intercourse. His friend assured him that the correct term for the act was "brown holing" and Frank decided it was an excellent term.
Over the weekend, Frank was an eager student as his friend confirmed him in the ways of homosexual activity.
For the next four years, they got together often and when they could be alone in either house, would spank each other and practice anal intercourse. Neither wanted to try fellatio.
Close to the end of Frank's college term, his final one, he received two tragic blows. The first came when his friend was transferred by his employer to a branch in another state.
Frank was lost without his friend, but final exams and the comfort his mother offered helped him through.
On graduation day, while his mother drove to the university, she was killed in a traffic accident.
Frank was hospitalized for a few days as doctors worked to bring him through the serious shock. When he was released, he was still terribly lost and alone, but was able to function.
He took a job and began to rebuild his life. In time, he thought, he would sell the house and take an apartment. The family lawyer showed him that his mother had left him well provided for and income on the investments assured him a reasonably good life, augmented by what income he would earn.
Frank found a library job which did not pay well, but he liked the work and the atmosphere. He decided he would meet a better class of people there than by going out into the world of business.
Only one thing remained and that was to find another sex partner. With recovery from the shock of his mother's death, the sex returned strongly and he masturbated often. Still, it did not provide the satisfaction he had to have.
Remembering his former partner, Frank considered that finding a homosexual partner could be the thing, yet there was a nagging subconscious thought that it would be wrong.
He was still young and adaptable, he told himself, so perhaps it would be better to follow a normal course with a female partner.
Looking at the young women of his own age, he was appalled at what he saw. They looked cute and he would love to see the nude body of a woman, but they seemed so flighty and childish. They knew nothing about music and the arts and he couldn't imagine one of them being able to give him a good spanking.
It was then that he began to notice the qualities of the assistant chief librarian. She was a widow in her late thirties, a woman of dignity and sensitivity and strength. She embodied many of the qualities he remembered in his late mother and was, he admitted, much more sexually attractive.
Gradually, he talked to her more and more and found a receptive ear. Both talked about the drawbacks of living alone and eventually their discussions, at her apartment in the evenings, achieved a more intimate level.
With a touch of shyness, each confessed to a consuming sexual hunger. Having reached that stage, Frank did not find it difficult to tell Elizabeth about his homosexual experience, his love of spanking and the fact that he had never seen even one female body.
Not one to be stampeded by emotion, although she felt the fever of arousal, strong and demanding, Elizabeth guided their conversation into the area of their mutual need.
"I would be flattered and thrilled to have a good looking young man and an intelligent and sensitive one such as you, make love to me," she said seriously.
"Do you mean that?" he gasped, his eyes wide with shock and excitement.
"Be patient, dear," she went on. "I'm almost forty years old, I'm not nearly as attractive as the young girls you could get, I have a strong, possibly dominant character. We shouldn't rush into a thing like this without considering all the factors."
"But everything you say is wonderful," he replied with eagerness. "I don't like young girls. I've always wanted to find a woman who was like my mother, who would tell me what to do, but would still let me do exciting things with her, things like taking all her clothes off and everything."
"What you say is terribly exciting, Frank," Elizabeth replied, her breasts heaving with passion, "but that would put you in the position of being almost a slave. You see, I tend to be quite dominant by nature."
"A slave?" he stared at her with a dreamy expression. "How exciting. I could be your personal slave. I would bathe you and dress you and do anything and everything you wanted. I can't think of anything more exciting."
"Are you sure, Frank?"
"Please, Elizabeth. I'm positive. Please spank me tonight, right now."
Explaining to him that in her apartment it was not practical, she reminded him that he had a house all to himself and that it would be a better locale for such activities.
At once, they hurried down to the parking area and got into her car. She drove fast and with complete and impressive confidence.
Reaching Frank's home, they hurriedly closed all the drapes in the living room. Frank would have chosen the bedroom, but the woman asserted herself by stating that the living room would be better for their first time.
There was liquor in the house, so she sent Frank to pour drinks for them. While he was gone, Elizabeth reached under her dress and stroked the crotch of her nylon panties.
For too long, she had relied on digital masturbation for a measure of sexual gratification. Now, she was more than ready to find something immeasurably better with this handsome young man who would not only replace her finger with his undoubtedly strong penis, but would willingly become her slave at the same time. It was just too good to be true.
Elizabeth had always regretted not having children and a principle reason for this regret was that she often thought of how it would be to spank the bared bottom of a child. The possibility of spanking an adult was something she hadn't even dreamed of. She knew that there were people who played such games, but had no hope of ever meeting one.
Frank returned with the drinks and they sat together as they talked of the wonderful life they could enjoy. Frank spoke of marriage, but the woman pointed out that in view of the difference in their ages, society would hold them up as a joke and they would both suffer.
Instead, she proposed that he sell his house and they share the cost of buying another on the other side of town. Having said that, she amended that by suggesting that she find an equally good job in another city and they relocate among strangers as mother and son.
Frank was wild about the idea since in that situation, he would have both a mother and a sex partner. He still wanted his sex spanking right away, but the woman decided it would be wiser to assert her authority at the outset by making him wait until it suited her to begin.
By way of compromise, she crossed her legs, raised the skirt of her dress well above the expanded tops of her dark nylons and permitted him to admire her thighs as she went on talking about how their life would be.
After a little while, she told him to kneel before her and fondle her legs and thighs, but not to reach any higher than the raised hem of her dress.
Eagerly, the young man dropped to his knees and reached for her nylon sheathed legs. They were firm and warm and smooth. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him and his affair with the boy paled into insignificance in comparison.
Now, he told himself, he was both man and boy and even more exciting, slave to a beautiful and strong woman who would permit him to do wonderful things to her body. At last, he was going to see the naked body of a woman.
His hands moved slowly up her legs and thighs until they caressed the tops of her nylons. Teasing himself, he waited there for a little while before permitting his hands to glide over the surface of her naked skin.
"Kiss it, Frank," she ordered as she thrilled to the touch of his hand on her bare thigh.
Instantly, the boy licked his lips and bent his face to kiss her thigh. As he did, he inhaled deeply of the perfumed fragrance of woman. He had been told by his boy friend that women smelled terrible in the vaginal area, but he found no trace of that.
Under his lips, he felt only live silk which seemed to tremble a little as if telling him he was doing his job well and that added to his enjoyment.
Uncrossing her legs and readjusting her dress, the woman gave him the other thigh to kiss and told him to lick it as well.
Satisfied with the way he was performing, Elizabeth raised her dress progressively higher and opened her thighs as she did, so that, eventually, she told him to lick the crotch of her panties.
Not only did he do so eagerly, but as he did, Frank was making little crying sounds that seemed to come not just from his throat, but deep inside his body.
"In a little while, Frank," she told him, "I'm going to have you lick and suck me there without my panties on. Will you do it well?"
"Oh yes, please," he panted, then returned his face to her crotch and felt the warm nylon become very wet under his licking tongue.
Not only was he going to see the crotch of a woman at last, but he was going to be permitted to kiss and lick it as well. His joy knew no bounds as his hands rubbed her thighs and hips while his tongue lapped greedily at the warm nylon and the warmer, mysterious area inside it.
"All right, Frank," she said with a firmness that she was surprised at achieving, "that will be enough for now. You have made my panties nice and wet, get up now I have tasks for you to perform."
Instantly, he stood up and waited for her next command. If it involved climbing the tallest building in the city and jumping off, he knew he would do it gladly and without question. As it worked out, the order was nothing like that.
"Strip naked, Frank and let me look at your body," she said as she leaned back and sipped her drink, the hem of her dress still high over her thighs.
Frank expected to be nervous about doing it, but to his surprise, it was a pleasure and nothing less. He liked the way she looked at his chest as he removed his singlet, then, with a feeling of pride, he opened his trousers and pulled them down and off, thrilling at the expression, on the woman's face as she looked at the bulge in his shorts. It was big and hard and he knew he could wear it with complete pride.
He was just as confident when he took his shorts down to bare his erect penis. To Frank, it had never looked as good and something in her eyes told him she shared all his admiration of it.
She called him to stand by her chair and he did so at once. Her hand was soft and gentle as it reached for what made him feel so confident and wrapped around the shaft of it lovingly.
Telling him how beautiful it was, she moved her hand back and forth on the shaft in a masturbating motion that thrilled him and made him aware of the danger of her hand causing him to ejaculate long before he wanted to. There was no real danger of it though, because she was probably more aware of the male function than he was and wanted to ensure that his erection stayed strong for a later and a very practical use.
After just a little while, she released her grip and stood.
"I want you to remove my dress and slip now, Frank," she said in a tone that was a mixture of warmth and command.
Instantly, he hurried to her and his penis brushing at her through her dress, he sought the fastenings of it and in less time than he expected, had them opened and was sliding the zipper all the way down until it revealed the top of the white half slip.
Already, the exciting beauty of her was such that Frank wondered whether or not his knees would continue supporting him.
High on her back, he saw the tightly drawn band of her white bra. Peeking around her and over her shoulder, Frank saw the bulging cups and the exciting cleavage of her large breasts.
Lower down behind, he looked at the waistband of white half slip and thrilled at the thought of removing it to see her panty clad buttocks. What a joy that would be, what a wonderfully thrilling experience, greater than anything the young man had ever sampled.
She made him do all the work, raising each arm as, his hands trembling, he eased her smooth, firm arms out of the sleeves and pulled the dress down to her waist.
He had to work a little to pull the dress the rest of the way down over her flaring hips and buttocks, but Frank loved that kind of work and wanted to do it the rest of his life.
At last, the dress reached her feet and he lifted one leg at a time to help her step out of it. As she did, her big, creamy smooth thighs flashed, her full buttocks pushed out through the straining material of panties and slip and she sighed deeply while leaning over with her hand on the hard shoulder of her young slave.
Placing the dress carefully over the back of a chair, Prank returned to slip the half slip down. His hands were difficult to control as they shook as violently as the rest of him when he caught the elastic waistband on both hands and began to pull it down.
As he did, he saw that the woman was wearing a girdle, but he did not mind at all. He had often gazed at pictures of women in girdles while masturbating and now, for the very first time, he was looking at the real thing, a mature woman wearing a girdle which gave her buttocks an exciting, forbidden quality.
Before taking the slip all the way off, he wanted, more than anything, to rub the behind of the light girdle with a loving touch, but since she had not told him to do so, he resisted the urge and helped her out of the slip just as he had done with the dress.
Allowing her slave a minute to admire the total picture from behind, Elizabeth turned slowly and gave him the frontal view. It was at least as exciting. To his surprise, one of the most thrilling aspects was the way her nylons caressed her lovely thighs, dark and sheer in contrast with the white of her thighs.
"Kneel again, Frank," she commanded, "and kiss me all over."
Without pausing, Frank dropped to his knees. His hands gripped her thighs above the nylons as he began to kiss the exposed flesh above and below her girdle. Everywhere he touched, his lips felt pure, warm silk and his tongue began to come into play. Even though she had not told him to use it, he was pleased that she did not protest.
In a little while, she turned and Frank went on kissing her lovely body. This time, his hands moved around to the front of her thighs to hold her and slipped a little inside.
"Do not touch me under my girdle until you are instructed to," she said with a curtness that was not easy to accomplish.
Obediently, Frank stopped with his fingers less than an inch from the crotch of the little white panties on which he feasted his eyes.
The only way he could keep from going out of his mind, was to remind himself over and over again that later, there would come the order to remove her bra, girdle and panties. Then, he reminded himself, her lovely, mature body would be naked and at last, after years of waiting and wanting, the sight of a nude woman would be his to enjoy.
After she had allowed him to kiss her body for a long, lovely time, Elizabeth turned to look down on him and tell him that for having dared to almost touch her panties, she was going to take him over her lap and spank his bare rear end until he cried.
Elizabeth clutched the young man's buttocks as she talked to him and she felt his body trembling with wild arousal. Telling him to lie over her thighs, the woman did some trembling of her own as the nude young man did so. His warm, smooth skin brushed hers, his weight was delightful, then his posterior was poised perfectly for the spanking.
She became mommy as her little boy sobbed and told her how each spank stung. Elizabeth was surprised when she saw how quickly his buttocks colored under her hand as she spanked harder and harder as his cries built her passion to a level she had never known before.
Because she so enjoyed the reality of spanking the nude buttocks of the young man, it would have been much more severe in duration, but Elizabeth reached the point where she could wait no longer to experience an orgasm with a man for the first time in so long.
Helping him off her lap, she told him the spanking would be continued later, but that for now, he was to take off her bra, girdle and panties.
As Frank did so, the two shared a thrill that was, for each, an all time high. And then she was naked as she sat on the edge of the couch, parted her thighs wide and lay back to display her vulva to the eyes of the trembling young man.
At the command, he fell to his knees, brought his perspiring face into her crotch and began to perform cunnilingus on the woman who cried out as loudly at the touch of his mouth as Frank had while being spanked. While her thighs rubbed and caressed him, Frank's mouth and tongue carried her the short distance from wild arousal to climax.
Then, allowing herself only a minute to recover from the shattering joy of her orgasm, she turned on the couch, eyed the erect, anxious penis and told the boy to get his body between her parted thighs and surrender his youthful innocence.
He was so nervous that she had to guide his penis to her vulva, but then, his manly instinct told him what was to be done and crying out, he felt the length of his rod sinking into the warm well of womanhood.
Too soon, it was over for him, but, while she sighed and told him how good it had been, she assured him that a little later, he would be ready again and it would last a much longer time and be even better for both of them.
They went to the bathroom then and she taught him how to bathe a woman with proper emphasis on her most intimate regions. He learned well and loved his new task. When he finished bathing her, after a long time, her mature, strong body glowed white and pink.
Naked, they sat and enjoyed another drink as they talked again about how exciting their life would be. In a little while, she took him over her lap and spanked him again. It was a much harder spanking this time and Frank cried loudly before she finished but told her later that it was the best spanking ever for him.
After that, Elizabeth wanted cunnlingus again and her slave was more than pleased to provide it. She ordered him to lie on his back, then straddled him and paused above his face to permit him to admire the excitement of her buttocks and crotch above his face before she lowered herself onto it and he felt the warmth of her vulva kissing his lips.
By the time he brought her to orgasm, his penis was an erect, throbbing thing with a life of its own and a frantic desire to immerse itself in the body of woman.
Lying on her back again, she called him to her and after kissing his penis and taking the swollen head into her mouth for a minute, she released him and he hurried into the warm welcome of her crotch.
It did last much longer and before Frank groaned while he ejaculated into her body, he experienced the thrill of a woman achieving orgasm while his penis worked inside her vagina.
With the pattern set, they enjoyed two months of wonderful visits at his house in the evenings. Frank, under her devoted tutelage, became the perfect slave and loved his role.
Then, Elizabeth found the job she wanted in another city, his house had already been sold, and they moved away. Right from the outset, they introduced themselves to neighbors as mother and son and were accepted on that basis.
Other women envied her the devotion of so handsome a son, and smiling proudly, Elizabeth told them that she was indeed a most fortunate woman.
But her fortune was greater during the long evenings and nights in their home with her devoted sex slave. She never had to dress, undress, bathe, or perform any of the normal bodily functions without his assistance.
On a whim, she purchased an old fashioned chamber pot and when in the mood, she would call for her slave to adjust her clothing and hold the pot under her.
Not even menstruation hampered their enjoyment, for then, she could still spank her slave and after that, as he rubbed his tingling buttocks, she would masturbate him into a pair of her panties, then send him away to wash them out.
Constantly seeking new ways to have her slave serve her, Elizabeth taught him the art of prolonged anal osculation and they spent many delightful interludes with his face pressed between her buttocks until she rolled over to take his mouth into her crotch for an exciting orgasm.
Despite the mistress-slave roles, she never allowed Frank to want for sexual satisfaction. She was always able to anticipate his desire for her body and to satisfy it for him.
Their association has lasted more than four years now and both are happier than they had ever been.
I know the story well because Elizabeth is and has been for many years, a close friend of mine. When I told her about my intention to write this book, she eagerly offered to tell me the entire story and arranged for me to interview Frank as well. He talked with the same frankness.
Lest the reader think that in wanting to tell her story to the world, Elizabeth is an exhibitionist, I must state her motive in her own words.
"People think there is something perverted about a relationship such as Frank and I enjoy, but they are wrong. We have each brought happiness to the other. What more can two persons achieve in a relationship?"
What more indeed.
CHAPTER TWO
THE OLDER
Contrary to popular belief, human sexual patterns are not necessarily formed and developed during the early years. As evidence of this, we need only consider the common case of the man who, after years of heterosexual activity, turns to homosexuality in his forties or even later.
There can be many reasons for a switching of sexual pattern relatively late in life. The commonest, perhaps, is that the man fears loss of virility and seeks something different to stimulate and rejuvenate him. Another cause, of course, is common boredom.
This happens frequently in the normal marriage where husband and wife practice sexual intercourse without variation and with little associated sex play. Under such circumstances, sexual intercourse can become as boring a task as brushing teeth or washing the dishes.
It is at this stage, that either partner, but especially the husband, seeing the years pass by, can be receptive to something different.
In his desire for that revival of what was once good but has become deadly dull, he may turn to homosexuality, pedophilia, prostitutes or any of a variety of activities, but, for the purpose of this work we shall concern ourselves with the case of the male who becomes a sex slave to a woman.
Although one attempts to avoid lengthy chapter introductions, they are usually necessary.
Whatever happened to poor old Charlie? How often have you heard the question after staid old Charlie faced social disgrace by violating a child, being exposed as a homosexual, or doing some other act quite out of keeping with his reputation?
The purpose of the introduction then, is to make it very clear that there are many poor old Charlie's in the world and to explain why and how it happens in the case of the respected businessman, solid family man, who will, for no obvious reason, kick over the traces and willingly, even eagerly, become a sex slave to a woman.
Let us look at some case histories to throw further light on a frequently hidden subject.
CASE HISTORY
ANDREW
Andrew was a moderately wealthy businessman who owned two retail stores, was past president of the local Chamber of Commerce at the age of forty-five, had a wife and three children in a comfortable home in a fashionable suburb.
His wife was also well known as a devoted church woman and active club worker. Theirs was a model family.
At the time they married, his wife was a virgin and he had enjoyed only a few acts of sexual intercourse. They had little difficulty in adjusting sexually to intercourse twice or three times a week. Although Andrew would, from time to time fondle her breasts, buttocks or thighs as a prelude to sexual intercourse, he did not touch her vulva and never kissed her anywhere other than on the mouth, cheek or neck. As for his wife, she never, in all their years of marriage, touched his penis.
She later reported that she often wanted to, but felt ashamed of being considered less than a good, moral woman. Her story, while sad, is more common than one would expect and relates to the old taboo about women enjoying sex.
At forty-five, Andrew began to experience a strange restlessness which he was unable to understand. Although he guessed it had a sexual base, he couldn't understand, at his age, why it should be.
He began to read sexy novels and would become highly aroused at descriptions of what he called acts of deviation. Before long, he began to masturbate while reading and seeing himself in the role of one of the characters in the book.
(Before proceeding, I must make clear that it was not sexy novels that led Andrew astray. Rather, he used them as a vehicle after his resurgence of sexuality set in. This is quite common and is commonly cited by overzealous censors as a case where a person has been destroyed by reading the books they want to censor, ban and prosecute.)
In time, masturbation ceased to be enough. He wanted to taste the joys of such acts as cunnilingus, but dared not mention such a thing to his wife. He considered using a prostitute, but hesitated at doing such a thing with a woman whose vagina had been used by so many other men.
He was still wrestling with his problem one afternoon not long after the store closed when a new clerk, a twenty-three year old divorcee named Marge, climbed a short ladder to replace packages on the shelf.
Andrew was directly below her and as he looked up, he had a complete view of nylon sheathed legs and thighs, bare skin above and a delightfully formed derriere barely encased in sheer, white nylon panties.
Then, to his horror, he saw that the young woman was smiling down at him, fully aware that he had been looking up her skirt.
Andrew hurried away, blushing and pretended to busy himself at the desk. After a few minutes, he told the young woman she could go and he would finish up.
"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do?" she asked with a knowing grin which caused him to blush again.
Immediately after she left, he hurried into the back room of the store, took out his fully erect penis and slowly masturbated as he pictured again the thrilling sight that had been his only minutes ago.
Delaying ejaculation, he thought again of her reaction, the sexy smile on her face, her parting question before leaving. Everything convinced him that Marge would allow him to do to her the things he so wanted to do with a beautiful young woman.
His feeling of elation lasted until he finished ejaculating, then it was quickly replaced by shame as he hated himself for acting like a silly boy at his age.
The thought was still with him the next morning as he greeted Marge a few minutes before the store opened. She smiled warmly and he felt desire building fast.
As often as she could during the day, when the other clerk was not watching, Marge managed to bend, sit or squat in such a way that Andrew was given an exciting view of her legs and thighs. Shortly before the noon break, he asked her if she would stay behind that evening and help with stock counting.
The young woman agreed with a smile, but asked if she could slip out for an hour before the store closed.
"I'll want to change," she paused and smiled, "a few things."
Her tone made it clear that she meant lingerie and that she wanted fresh things for him to see and if he chose, to touch and even take off for her.
It was a difficult day for Andrew, so, when business slacked in the afternoon, he left the store and went to a local bar for a few drinks to give him courage.
He returned to the store twenty minutes before Closing and found that Marge was away. The thought of what she was doing and what he could be doing with her in a little while, was so exciting that he had to slip into the back room and move his erect penis into a less obvious position for fear the clerk would observe his condition.
Ten minutes before closing, Marge walked into the store completely changed. There was a faint odor of perfume and the clothes she wore were hardly what one would expect of a sales clerk.
The bodice of the cocktail dress was cut low to reveal the upper slopes of beautiful breasts and the hem ended well above her shapely knees. Daringly high heels gave the costume an even more exciting effect.
At closing time, Andrew allowed the other clerk to leave at once, then hurriedly locked the store. Turning, he was just in time to see Marge walk into the L section of the store that could not be seen from the front.
As he began to follow her, someone knocked on the door. He almost stopped, then chose to ignore the knocking as he hurried around the corner without looking back.
Marge was already on the ladder when he saw her. She was reaching high above her and making a great show of being in peril as she asked him to hold the ladder so that she wouldn't fall.
Andrew was quick to do so and even before his hands gripped the ladder, his face had turned up to gaze under her dress.
This time, she wore no slip. Her panties and garter belt were exciting black and caressed her body the way he wanted to caress it with his hands.
When she began to back down the ladder, Andrew almost screamed for her to stay where she was. Instead, he reached up instinctively and slipped both hands under her dress.
The moment of contact between his hands and her nylon sheathed thighs was an electric thing for Andrew. Nothing he had ever done with his wife had been anything like this, not even their first act of sexual intercourse.
Pausing for a minute to allow the man to feel all the way up to her panties which he caressed hungrily, Marge got off the ladder, turned and moved into his arms.
With a little cry, he crushed her in his embrace and their mouths met. Andrew hadn't known that a kiss could be anything like that. Her tongue came into his mouth and lashed him madly.
Her breasts crushed against him and she reached down to grasp a buttock with one hand and pull him closer to her so that his penis rubbed her in such a way that he feared he would ejaculate.
"Shall we go downstairs?" Marge asked in a whisper.
Downstairs was a storage area, but it contained a couch where Andrew would steal an afternoon nap from time to time. They held hands as they walked toward the door which he held open for her. As she bent to pass under his arm, she paused to allow him a look at her cleavage.
"I hope you like them," she said in a husky whisper. "I just love having them fondled and kissed and sucked. My pink nipples do crazy things when that happens."
Andrew tried to reply, but even if he could have thought of something to say, he wouldn't be able to utter the words, he knew, so he hurried down the steps with her and headed toward the couch.
There, she moved into his arms again and gave him an exciting repeat of their first kiss. This time, as it was ending, she reached down between them and fondled the bulging form of his penis.
"Take my dress off, dear," she whispered. "It's so warm here and your kisses make me warmer."
All his ringers turned to thumbs as the man fumbled with the catch at the back of her dress. Eventually, as she rubbed her tummy against him, he managed to get the catch open and slid the zipper all the way down.
Holding her dress so that he could not take it down, Marge turned to show her back through the open dress. The effect of the black band of bra and the waistband of black nylon panties was stunning. When she asked him to kiss her there, he bent and covered her back with kisses from the base of her neck to the edge of the panties.
She allowed him to take her dress off then and as she raised her legs one at a time to step out of it, Andrew gave another cry of passion. Nothing he had ever seen could compare with the sight on which he feasted his eyes then.
She moved back into his arms, kissed him and told him how she would love to watch him strip naked so that she could see and touch his penis.
Not taking his eyes off her for a moment, as she turned, bent and kept her body moving in a sensuous manner, Andrew almost tore his clothes off until he stood nude before her, his erect penis standing well up and throbbing with a desire such as he had never known.
"Come, lover," she whispered as she held her arms out and Andrew walked eagerly into them.
For a long time, they stood caressing and kissing and she guided the man's hands all over her body. Standing on her toes, at one point, Marge caught his penis and pressed it between her thighs where she trapped and rubbed it until Andrew was forced to take it away or ejaculate.
After they moved apart and Andrew fondled her breasts, Marge told him to take her bra off.
"You will find them beautiful, darling," she said in a hot whisper. "I think you'll want to suck them and I think I'll let you."
Again his fingers were clumsy, but he managed to get the hooks of the bra open and pulled it down her arms and off. Her breasts were indeed beautiful, full, firm and thrusting boldly, pink nipples seeming to wink as if asking the man to take them in his mouth and suck them.
If that was their message, the woman made it clearer by holding one from below and carrying it toward his mouth. He came to meet it more than half way and began sucking with a greediness that Marge found exciting. Pressing against him, she tried to push more and more into his mouth while he did his best to cooperate.
After he had sucked both breasts so that the nipples were wet, hard and elongated amazingly, Marge told him to kneel and take her panties off. Once again, he obeyed at once and the sight of a mature man kneeling before her in abject obedience brought her close to orgasm.
It was this penchant for domination of the male that had ended her first marriage, but Marge had no intention of ever changing. It was the only way she could really enjoy sex. In setting out to seduce her employer, she did so in the hope that she could train him into being her slave.
The fact of his marriage didn't bother her. Later, she told herself, when she had him properly hooked, she would soon have him divorced if she chose and he would be not only her slave, but a comfortable source of income as well.
When her panties had been removed, Andrew begged her to open her thighs so that he could look up into her warm crotch. Remembering that she was out to train as well as seduce him, she told him he would have to wait until they were on the couch and she felt in the mood to let him see what he wanted.
Lying on the bed, she fondled his penis as she asked him if he still wanted to see her vagina. When he panted an affirmative reply, she informed him that the price of seeing it was that he must suck it until he brought on a full orgasm.
His voice breaking, he told her that he had never performed cunnilingus, but very much wanted to. Rolling over onto her back, she told him to kneel on the floor.
When he did, she moved until her buttocks were on the edge of the couch, then, slowly, she raised and parted her legs.
For the first time in his life, Andrew knelt with his face between the thighs of a beautiful nude, peering into the mystery of her vagina.
He began to stroke and probe it with his fingers, but she told him to get his mouth down on her and to push his tongue inside and lick her clitoris until he brought her to climax.
With the same remarkable obedience, the man did as he was told. She had to instruct him before he was able to find her clitoris, but once that had been achieved, she quickly reached the pinnacle of passion and enjoyed a good orgasm.
Andrew was dying to have sexual intercourse with her then, but she told him his first one would come too fast. Instead, she rolled over onto her tummy, told him to kiss and lick the cleavage of her buttocks, then to masturbate with the head of his penis between her buttocks.
Although Andrew had never heard of such a thing, the woman already exerted such power over him that he would do anything she demanded and be thrilled at the opportunity.
With a satisfied smile, Marge felt him get into position behind her and insert the head of his penis until it touched her anus. He began masturbating and she heard him panting with passion.
In a very little time, as she guessed, he groaned and she felt his semen flooding her and running down to her crotch.
Andrew would have fallen tiredly onto her, but that was not her intention. Instead, she sent him for a towel that hung near the wash basin. Returning with it, he was tender and efficient as he wiped her until all signs of his ejaculation were removed.
After a little while, Marge decided she was hungry, so her employer was forced to dress and take her out to eat in a fashionable restaurant.
As they got into his car after an expensive dinner with wine, she told him to drive her to her apartment. Telling her that he had achieved another erection, he begged her to allow him to have sexual intercourse. She refused to reply until they were at the apartment.
Then, she told him that she would go to bed with him, but only if he could find a way to stimulate her enough to make her want intercourse.
Andrew was panting like an excited little puppy as they walked into her apartment. Again she had him remove her dress and strip naked himself, then she told him to try to arouse her to the point where she would want intercourse.
He failed because she wanted him to fail and he felt desperation sweep over him. Knowing that the time was just right, she whispered to him that spanking a man was a sure way to get aroused.
Although this surprised him, Andrew obediently went to her dresser and returned with an old-fashioned, wooden backed hairbrush. At the command, he bent over her lap.
Marge loved spanking and she did it well. She told him she expected to hear him cry and plead like a little boy and it was not at all difficult for him to oblige as she lathered his heaving, plunging buttocks with a series of very hard spanks.
He was crying quite loudly then, but Marge was not at all concerned. Hers was the only apartment above a store that closed at six every evening. She had selected it for that very reason.
Although she wanted to spank longer, she decided that since this was his first experience, she should stop then. She did. As she rolled him back onto the bed, she smiled, kissed his tear stained eyes and told him how well he had taken his spanking and how it had excited her to the point where she wanted sexual intercourse.
As he took off her bra and panties for her, Andrew felt his penis stiffening again after having gone limp during the spanking.
When she was naked, except for her garter belt and nylons, she caressed his penis for a few seconds, then told him to lie on his back. Although he couldn't understand it, he obeyed at once.
After she had toyed with his penis a little longer, he found out what Marge had in mind as she straddled his body, fitted the head of his penis between the lips of her vulva, then lowered herself so that she became impaled on his stiff weapon.
Telling him to lie quietly, she did all the work, her lush body rising and falling on him, her beautiful breasts swaying in a wild, erotic dance of their own.
She paused only once and that was when, with a glad, loud cry, she pressed down on him as she climaxed with the full length of his penis inside her.
When she recovered, she went on riding her slave with steadily mounting passion that assured her she would enjoy yet another orgasm before she finished. If he ejaculated, as she feared he would, before she achieved her orgasm, he would be called on to bring it on for her with his fingers or his mouth depending on her mood at that moment.
The man surprised her though by lasting longer than she expected. When she sensed that he was preparing to let go, she told him to hold back a little. Closing her eyes and willing her body to obey her mind, she felt the approach of climax.
Two quick strokes were enough to trigger them both and her buttocks ground down on him as they achieved climax at the same time.
After she caught her breath, Marge told him that the way they had done it was her favorite way. He assured her that he too had enjoyed it and would love to do it that way any time she wanted.
"Including the spanking, darling?" she asked with a bright smile.
"Including that," he agreed and went on to admit that while it had stung, it had been exciting to be scolded and spanked like a naughty little boy and that his buttocks tingled nicely for a long time after.
Over the next few weeks, Andrew visited her apartment often. More and more, he surrendered to her domination until he realized that he could not resist her no matter what she demanded.
At her direction, he assembled a varied collection of spanking implements, including a razor strop which she loved to use. She told him how her daddy had used one on her bare bottom until she left home at sixteen and Andrew guessed that explained her desire to spank mature men.
Little more than a month later, Marge stopped going to work, although she continued to receive her salary. It was a nice arrangement.
Not long after that, she began talking to him about getting a divorce so that they could marry. He tried to agree as he did to all her demands, but his community standing made it difficult. She hinted that she would not be prepared to go on forever with an illicit affair without the security of marriage.
Planning the next step, Marge procured a selection of light, swishy maple switches. That night, while Andrew bent naked over the back of a chair, she streaked his buttocks and upper thighs with bright red lines.
He cried nicely, but that was not the sole purpose of the switching. The lines, she knew, would last for days. When her daddy once stripped her naked at the cottage when she was sixteen and striped her buttocks, thighs and tummy, the marks had stayed for almost a week. She guessed the same would apply in this case and that it would not be easy for a man to hide them from his wife.
As usual, she was right. That night, in his sleep, Andrew threw the covers off. His wife got up to go to the bathroom and on returning was about to turn the light off when she saw two red lines just above the top of his loose fitting pajamas.
For a moment, she stood frozen in horror, then, bending over him, she peeked inside the sleeping garment and saw more red lines.
Unfastening his pajamas, she pulled them down to bare his thoroughly switched buttocks. He woke to find his wife glaring angrily and demanding an explanation.
The shock of the situation caught him off balance and he confessed all. She swore she was going to divorce him, but later, when he promised that it would never happen again, she relented.
For the next little while, Andrew managed to get home every evening right after the store closed. He would have already spent much of each afternoon with Marge and felt quite smug as they laughed about how they were fooling his naive wife.
A few days later, Marge was even more smug as she placed the anonymous phone call to his wife suggesting she should find out where her husband was spending his afternoons.
Andrew's wife engaged a private detective that same day and three days later, Andrew was served with the papers that informed him he was being divorced on the grounds of adultery.
To his surprise, she settled for monthly support that was reasonable, to say the least. Finished with him, she wanted only enough to support the children and herself and since she was going to live with a spinster sister who owned a big house, her expenses would not be high.
As soon as the divorce came through, Andrew and Marge were married. With her sex slave all tied up then, Marge became more a tyrant with every day.
His beatings were more frequent and more severe until the man realized that he was hopelessly trapped. Many of his old friends shunned him, he resigned from his clubs when it was made clear, as subtly as possible, that it would be better that way and generally, he found that he had nothing left in life but his business and his dominant wife who became increasingly so without any hint that she would let up.
She invented a new game then which involved his lying in the bath tub while she urinated on his face and laughed as the fluid ran down his body while he squirmed in revulsion. She added the threat that one of these days, she would defecate on him as well.
He could see that day approaching when, one evening, after she had beaten him severely with the razor strop, she took him to the bathroom, squatted and forced him to use his cupped hands to catch the product of her bowels.
After it was finished and he had disposed of the revolting product, wiped her with tissue, then licked her to ensure that she was completely clean, he became violently ill.
As punishment for that, he was forced to lie flat on the bed with two pillows under his stomach while she made him perform a wild, horizontal dance while her razor strap lashed his already sensitive buttocks.
But still, Marge stepped up the pace until, at last, he told her he could no longer take it. Because his will and his mind had been so thoroughly destroyed, he didn't know what to do to free himself from her.
She told him. The following evening, a friend of hers came to visit, by arrangement. While Marge watched, Andrew and the woman stripped naked. As they did, Marge took pictures with a color Polaroid.
When they were both naked, Marge was annoyed that her husband did not have an erection. She expressed her annoyance by giving the razor strop to her friend and telling her to beat him. It too produced an interesting picture as the naked woman strapped him. After that, Marge had her friend assume a suitable position for cunnilingus and had her husband go down on the woman. With a touch of artistry, the photograph showed his face framed between the woman's breasts as he gripped her thighs with his tongue out as he had been told to do.
Another photo showed him lying between her thighs going through the motions of intercourse despite the fact that he had not been able to achieve an erection.
The action she had watched had so aroused her, that Marge stripped and had her husband bring both her and her friend to orgasm through cunnilingus. A little while later, he watched in horror as the women performed mutual cunnilingus to orgasm.
The next morning, while Marge took the pictures to a lawyer to file for divorce, Andrew rented an office. For the next two days, he wrote the story of his life in such precise detail that this case history was made possible.
It was the last project he was ever to complete on earth. When it was finished, he held a revolver to his temple and ended his life of sexual slavery.
Because he had not bothered to alter his will which left the business to his wife, Marge became a quite wealthy widow.
In looking back over the story, we find that there is no need to explain how things happened as they did. As in so many cases, the characters of this case history speak for themselves.
CASE HISTORY
HENRY
Henry became a widower at the age of forty-nine. There was no great upset in his life because their marriage had been a dull, uninteresting affair which stopped just short of mutual hatred. If anything, her death came as a blessing.
Among the friends who came to his assistance was a woman named Rose, a widow of thirty-five, with a son aged nine and a daughter of eleven.
While he was visiting her one evening, the children became involved in a brawl which reached the hitting and crying stage before she was able to put a stop to it.
When she did, she took the son first, lowered his pants and drawers and applied a brisk hand spanking to his bare buttocks as he cried and kicked furiously. In the process of the lad squirming across her lap, her dress and slip hiked up her thighs so that Henry was able to see clearly the narrow strip of white nylon panties in her crotch.
The spanking had already aroused him as he had not been aroused in years, but the sight of the panty clad crotch and the strong, smooth thighs caused his penis to leap to instant erection.
At the moment he bent to push it into a more comfortable and less obvious position, the widow saw him. As a result, her son received a much harder spanking than he would have otherwise. When he was finally released and bent to raise his trousers, his behind blazed a brilliant red and he was crying so hard that he was barely able to breathe.
Already crying, the daughter approached her mother to receive her spanking. Through her tears, she begged her mother not to spank her in the presence of the man, but the woman's reply was to furl the girl's skirts up, drag her panties down and lower the crying child across her thighs.
Since she had not bothered to pull her dress and slip down, her thighs and crotch were delightfully exposed so that Henry divided his attention between that view and the exciting spectacle of the eleven year old girl displaying bared bottom and kicking legs as her mother's hand rose and fell in a series of brisk spanks which quickly colored the sweet, white cheeks a brilliant scarlet.
Henry was disappointed when the spanking ended and the weeping girl was permitted to scramble from her mother's lap. His children, now grown and away from home, had never been spanked, so that these were the first spankings he had ever seen.
Having never considered it, he was amazed at how great a thrill it was to watch. Hardly less thrilling was the sight of the pretty girl pausing to raise her panties over her warm, glowing nether cheeks before running, still weeping, from the room.
"Why, Henry," Rose said with a knowing grin, "I do think you enjoyed watching me spank the children."
Henry found it difficult to look at her face when she spoke, since she remained sitting with her thighs apart and the crotch of her panties showing.
"I ... I guess I did. I've never seen a spanking before."
"Have you never spanked or been spanked?"
"No."
"You don't know what you're missing. My husband and I used to spank each other often. It really put us in the mood for bed and I don't mean for sleeping."
Getting up then, Rose walked to the chair where Henry sat and to his surprise, reached down to feel his erect penis through his trousers.
"I see you did enjoy it, Henry," she said with a smile. "Were you also looking up my legs while I spanked them?"
"Yes."
"My but you are a naughty boy, Henry, getting a big hard on while watching two unfortunate children having their bare bottoms spanked, then having the temerity to peek up my legs at the same time."
She was still feeling his penis as she spoke. Unable to think of anything to say, Henry ran a hand up the back of her thigh. Rose said nothing about it until the hand was fondling her buttocks through the thin nylon of her panties.
"Really, Henry, your boldness is too much. You must be punished for it. Come with me to my bedroom."
"You mean ...?"
"I mean, you naughty boy, I'm going to take your pants down and spank your bare bum."
"But ... but the children. They'll hear it and know."
"Of course they will, Henry. They grew up on the sound of spanking. They consider it the most normal thing in the world."
Henry was completely under her control as she gripped his arm with strong fingers and led him to her bedroom. There, without speaking, she walked to the dresser and picked up an old fashioned, wooden backed hair brush before she moved to sit on the bed and beckon to him.
As he walked numbly toward her, he saw her raise her hips from the bed and pull her clothes up to expose her thighs completely. She reached for him then and began opening his pants.
"You enjoyed looking at my thighs, you bad boy," she taunted as she pulled his pants wide open and held them that way for a few seconds, "now we shall see how you like lying on them while I spank your bare bum."
She punctuated the statement by pulling his pants down almost to his knees. Her hands went back then for his shorts which she lowered to expose his fully aroused penis.
Using it for a handle, she pulled him toward her. A moment later, he was lying over her lap, feeling the excitement of nylon and smooth, very firm thighs under his body.
He had not touched a woman in months and for just a moment, he feared he would ejaculate. He didn't.
Her arm wrapped around his waist as she pulled his shirt and singlet higher, then he felt the back of the brush tap lightly all over his bared buttocks as Rose went on scolding and telling him why he was being punished and how serious it would be.
Having adjusted to the rhythm of the light tapping, he gave a gasp of surprise when she slapped hard with the brush.
"Did you like that, Henry? And that ... and that ... and that ... "
The woman spanked with vigor and Henry was able to understand why the children cried so during their spanking. For a little while, he was able to restrain himself to a series of ooohs and ows, but it was not long before the sting of the brush had him crying and kicking much as the children had done.
Rose wrapped her left arm more tightly around him, then increased the pace of the spanking until his buttocks glowed with a fiery heat.
Dropping the brush then, she pulled him back onto the bed with her and they embraced passionately. Her clothing remained up so that only her nylon panties were between his penis and her warm, exciting body.
"Take my panties off, Henry," she whispered with urgency. "Take them right off and really look at me."
Henry did so. When he had bared her body, he gazed in obvious admiration as she held her thighs well apart so that nothing would be hidden from him.
"Get down on me, Henry," she commanded and "and make me go all the way."
In all his years of marriage, it was an act Henry had never performed, but he did not even think of resisting. As he pressed his tear stained face into her crotch and felt her body rubbing him in anticipation, he knew he wanted to do it.
He performed well and it was not long before he brought her to climax. As Rose achieved it, she gave his face an exciting massage with her lively thighs until the intensity passed and she fell back limp and content.
But while she was content, the man was far from it. Her vagina, he knew, was wet and warm and he wanted his penis in there.
When he told her so, her eyes lit up. Whispering, she told him to wait a minute and she would make it better. In the days when her husband was alive, she told him, they had fixed the door and frame so that it was possible to peek in the room from outside.
Moving from the bed, she ran to the door, pulled it open and caught the two children before they could escape. Leading them into the room, she quickly deprived them of their night attire and as they stood naked and trembling, she announced that they were to be spanked for peeping into her bedroom.
Her plan for the administration of justice was simple. She would spank the boy, while Henry took the girl over his lap to spank her. Henry couldn't believe his good fortune as the girl meekly presented herself across his bare thighs with her pretty little bottom nicely turned up.
Beside him on the bed, the woman was already spanking the boy. Taking that as his cue, Henry wrapped an arm around the girl's waist and began to spank a bare bottom for the first time in his life.
The thrill each time his hand made contact with the firm, smooth young buttocks was so great that it was beyond his powers of description.
When the spankings ended and the crying children were allowed to leave, carrying their clothes and displaying brightly glowing bottoms, Rose observed that Henry had not been nearly severe enough in spanking the girl. Telling him of his inefficiency, she warned that he would have to do better if he was to spank the children again. His heart leaped at the promise of more in the future, but his penis was doing some leaping of its own.
Seeing this and realizing the man's state, Rose quickly stripped naked and lay back on the bed. She presented an impressive sight as she lay with her legs up and open in invitation to the man who had removed everything but his socks.
He hurried into her and both enjoyed a very brief session of sexual intercourse. When it finished, Rose promised him that they would do it again later and that he would last longer.
There followed a long and erotic conversation as the woman told him about life in her family both before and after the death of her husband.
The children, she told him, frequently witnessed adult spankings and did not resent the fact that they were spanked many times a week. Often, she told him, she wore only bra and panties when spanking them and when she was in the mood, she would strip naked for the task.
During the evening, Henry was invited into the family on an intermediate level. He would be permitted to discipline the children, would accept spankings from her at any time she chose, but he would not have the right to spank her.
The following day, Henry arranged to rent his house and moved in with the family. The one stipulation Rose impressed on him was that he was not to touch the girl in any way not directly associated with spanking.
The first evening, right after dinner, Rose summed up the conduct of the day and decided that both Shirley, the daughter and Henry were to be spanked.
They adjourned to the comfortable living room where the drapes were drawn tightly and Rose decided that since all must adjust to the new situation, all would strip naked at once.
As they did, Henry saw the eyes of the children flick from their mother to him as they stared at his big, erect penis. When Shirley commented on it, her mother told her not to be rude.
It was decided that Henry would spank the girl first, then would receive his spanking. Rose sent David for her hair brush and he ran both ways so that he would not miss any of the show.
Henry trembled as he drew the girl over his lap, then began spanking. This time he spanked better and when the crying girl got up, her mother inspected her buttocks with great diligence and announced that Henry had done much better this time.
And then it was Henry's turn. Because he knew that he could shorten the spanking by crying, he began to do so early. It embarrassed him to cry in front of the children, but he knew that Rose would make him cry anyway, so there was no point in being foolishly stubborn. While the children watched in fascination, Rose ensured that the man cried loud and long before she finished spanking him.
When she did, Rose announced to the children that she was going to give them a treat. Her version of a treat involved going to the couch with Henry and having him bring her to climax orally.
The children had been spanked for watching such things through the crack in the bedroom door, so it was an even greater thrill as they moved in as close as they could to watch their mother as she offered her vulva to the man.
After Rose climaxed, she invited Henry to have sexual intercourse with her. As he prepared to do so, Henry understood why Rose wanted to do it in front of the children. There was a forbidden quality about doing it in their presence that made it terribly exciting.
While the children pressed closer and closer until their faces touched the adults, Henry continued to give Rose what she and he both wanted. When he could hold back no longer, he let go and experienced a beautiful orgasm as Rose joined him by climaxing at the same time.
Their writhing bodies and mingled groans and sighs added to the entertainment.
When they moved apart after resting for a few minutes, the children began to leave the room, but Rose called them back. Noticing that, as she suspected, the boy had an erection. Telling Shirley to bring her a handful of tissues, she began masturbating the lad as she told him that she was not about to let him to go to the room with his sister in that condition.
After she had drained him, she patted his bottom and sent the two of them away. After a little while, they heard the sound of spanking and Rose told him that Shirley was spanking her brother.
When Henry seemed surprised, she explained casually that David went along with the spanking on the basis that his sister had paid some price such as agreeing to let him spank her, or seeing and playing between her legs.
Henry fell completely under the spell of Rose who became more and more dominant as time passed. Hardly a day passed without his being spanked, usually with the children watching, but he made no protest.
By the age of fifteen, Shirley had developed into a stunning young beauty and the thrill of stripping her and spanking her lush buttocks was more than reward enough for his slave status.
By then, Rose had extended it to the point where Henry had quit his job and stayed home all day doing the household chores. Frequently, he was forced to wear panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels as he went about his tasks. He felt silly in them for a while, but Rose was insistent since, as she explained, it was so simple to merely pull his panties down to spank him when he made any mistakes in the house work.
As he learned, Henry made many mistakes and his panties usually contained very warm buttocks which glowed red around them where they failed to completely cover his buttocks.
Rose launched a program of training her daughter to follow in her footsteps. As a result, Shirley was then permitted to spank Henry. She was granted other rights as well.
It became quite common, usually just after dinner, for the girl to announce to Henry that he was to be spanked. She would first have him take his panties off, then go for the hair brush.
While she waited, she would remove her dress and slip. Returning with the brush, Henry would meekly lie over her thighs and submit his derriere to the ministrations of the hair brush. Shirley spanked well and invariably had the man crying before she stopped.
But when the spanking finished, there were other things to come. Standing, she would order the man to remove her panties and adjust her nylons and garter belt.
After that, he would lie on his back while she knelt astride him for cunnilingus to orgasm. Knowing how this aroused her mother, she would send Henry to remove Rose's panties and perform cunnilingus on her.
Later, Rose added yet another refinement by having Henry and David perform fellatio on each other for the women's entertainment.
Their erotic little world came crashing down on them when, two months short of her sixteenth birthday, Shirley was found to be pregnant.
Under questioning by the doctor, Shirley told enough to convince him that he should report the matter to the appropriate authorities.
Henry and Rose were charged and convicted and in addition to being sentenced to jail terms, the judge recommended that they receive psychiatric treatment.
He ordered similar treatment for David and Shirley and since her pregnancy was incestuous, since David was the one responsible, ordered that she be aborted.
Both will be released from prison soon, but the psychiatrists who treated them agree that there is little reason to believe that they have been changed in any way.
It seems logical to believe that when they are free, Henry will return to his role of sex slave and will find Rose more than ready to dominate him again.
Whether or not they will re-involve the children is something one cannot know at this stage, but it must be considered a distinct possibility.
CHAPTER THREE
CLUBS & MAIL ORDER SLAVES
The development of mass media, especially the tabloid press and specialized magazines, has done much to bring together people who share common interests not generally acceptable to contemporary society.
In earlier days, in cities such as London, persons with specific desires would post notices in store windows or on notice boards of public buildings.
History records that such notices were quite specific in their messages.
"Dominant, refined lady of considerable strength will administer corporal punishment to men, women and children. Excellent variety of implements including hawse, cane, birch and assorted whips. Service provided day or evening. Other services available."
Or, "Beautiful young woman of twenty years, with fair skin, will accept spankings and perform other services. Also available to introduce young boys to the arts of love. Prices reasonable."
In our present society, such services are provided and accepted, but advertising in the above manner would be an invitation to arrest and prosecution. And so, the tabloid press moved into the void.
While recognizing this role, I do not subscribe to the often expressed derision or condemnation of such periodicals. Contrary to the belief of many, such publications do not corrupt, but merely bring together persons whose tastes have already been developed.
They are the market place and the town hall meeting room for the lonely, the adventurous, the curious and in some cases, the disturbed.
The ads must be more subtle than in the days of Merrie Olde England, but they achieve much the same purpose.
"Dominant female, many interests, would like to meet couples or singles for mutual enjoyment. Mid-thirties, attractive, intelligent."
Or, "Docile male, white, twenty-five, single wishes to learn about life and discipline from older woman or couple."
The reader will see that the ads, even by today's standards, are quite explicit in their wording and so, person's with special interests find it possible to share their sexual pleasures with likeminded ones.
If I may digress for a moment, I would like to leave a thought with those who would ban such publications. Would you prefer that such persons be prevented from meeting others for mutual enjoyment when, in many cases, this could lead them to the commission of sexual offences against unwilling victims, including children?
I would suggest that this point be kept in mind as a part of the overall philosophy that intelligent thought is the answer to censorship and state interference in the lives of free citizens.
I suggest too, that it is up to those of us who share this belief to make our feelings known to the people who make and enforce our laws. The forces of censorship are not backward about doing so. Neither should we be.
To return to the subject of this work, however, let us again turn to the case history method of studying the methods and motives of persons who seek to impose or enjoy sexual slavery and find their partners in special clubs or through ads in specialized publications.
CASE HISTORY
CLARK
Clark was a sensitive, rather shy child. His father pretty much ignored his family in favor of business, but the boy's mother attempted to compensate.
Because he was a gentle and obedient boy, discipline was rarely called for, but, when it was, she would take the boy into her bedroom, lower his trousers and shorts and apply a spanking.
As Clark reached puberty, the effect of the spankings underwent a radical change. Instead of painful things to be dreaded, they became a source of sexual arousal.
It would begin at the moment his mother informed him that he was to be spanked. As he walked behind her to the bedroom watching the motion of her plump buttocks through her dress, he would try to imagine what they looked without her clothes covering them.
In the bedroom, the woman would sit waiting, her dress smoothed across her thighs as the boy unfastened his pants and lowered them and his shorts to lie over her lap.
Only fear that he would arouse his mother's anger kept him from achieving erection at this stage. Then would come the spanking. Although she scolded before and during the spanking, there was never a trace of anger in her tone.
Always, she made it clear that she was spanking him because she loved him and it was necessary to his training. He always cried during his spankings since, pleasurable or not, they did sting his buttocks, but the sound of his crying, the sound of the well spaced spanks and the closeness to his mother's thighs combined to drive him wild.
When the spanking ended, his mother would stroke his sensitive buttocks and repeat her message that she regretted hurting him, but was forced to do so.
After that, the boy would get off her lap with his hands crossed in front of his genitals to hide his erection and would quickly lie on his tummy on the bed as he finished sobbing.
Invariably, she would leave him alone to recover from the spanking. As soon as the door closed behind her, Clark would hurry to stand in front of the mirror and admire the redness of his buttocks as his hand felt the delicious tingle of the spanked cheeks.
After a little while, he would pull his pants up and go to the bathroom. There, as he relived the sights, sounds and feel of the spanking, he would masturbate very slowly.
Clark was fifteen and had to work hard at getting his mother to spank him, but from time to time he managed to achieve his aim through some flagrant act.
It had been more than a month since he had been spanked and desire burned strong in him. One day, when all else failed and she would do no more than scold him, he threw himself to his knees, threw his arms around her thighs and sobbing, begged her to spank him.
Confused and startled, she took the boy to her bedroom. His penis surged at the thought of being spanked, but quickly fell when he discovered she intended only to talk to him.
She began to probe and in a few minutes the boy broke down and told her everything. The woman was horrified at his words, but she managed to avoid showing it. She made sure too, that there was no anger in her voice or facial expression.
At length, when he had completed his story, there were tears in his eyes as he begged her to spank him. She refused and told him he must get over his strange desire, adding that first, he should try by himself, then, if he were not able to overcome it, she would arrange for him to see a psychiatrist.
As so often happens, even among more mature people, Clark associated psychiatry with insanity. He assured her that he would cure his sickness and the discussion ended on that note.
He did not, of course, cure himself of his desire. It was far too deeply rooted. When he could be alone in the house for any length of time without danger of his parents returning, Clark would find a pair of his mother's panties, or girdle and nylons and stripping nude, put them on and admire himself in the mirror while fondling his buttocks and penis.
Then, scolding himself, he would sentence himself to a spanking and give the order to take the girdle or panties down. Bending and looking over his shoulder into the mirror, he would slowly bare his bottom and leave panties or girdle midway down his thighs.
He spanked then, as hard as he could. His hand stung, his buttocks turned bright red, but still he spanked on. As he did, he pleaded with his imaginary mother not to spank him anymore, promised to be a good boy and sobbed in the most childish tone he could achieve.
The spanking would end not because of the soreness of his buttocks, but rather, when sexual desire became so great that he was forced to masturbate. After that, desire passed and he would forget about the spankings for a while.
Still, there was always that desire, even when spanking himself, in fact, especially then, to have some mother-like woman do it to him.
After two months of university, Clark dropped out and took a job. He wanted to live away from home, but his mother prevailed on him to stay so that she could care for him and he would provide company for her.
Clark was twenty-two when his mother, then fifty-one, suffered a brain hemorrhage and died.
For a little while, her death troubled him badly, but in time, he snapped out of it. As he did, he realized that in a way, her death had freed him to seek out another mother figure, one who would be stern and spank him as much as he wanted and would go on to teach him all the other things about sex that he didn't know.
He went to prostitutes a few times, but, even though they spanked him for a price, they were not sincere about it and he felt they were laughing at him.
When one of them suggested he should find a regular partner in the columns of a specific tabloid, he kicked himself for not having thought of it earlier.
Rushing right out, he bought a copy of the tabloid and hurried home to tick off the interesting looking ads. One in particular caused his heart to pound frighteningly.
"Mature woman in early forties, would be pleased to assist young man in need of discipline. Photo and full details in first letter."
Clark would have travelled anywhere to meet the woman, but what made the ad so much more exciting than any of the others, was that she lived in his city.
He hurriedly composed a reply in which he told the entire story. Using his Polaroid, he took a picture of himself and sent off his letter including his phone number and a request that she call between six and seven in the evening.
Each day, he would hurry home from work and would want to cry when there was no reply. And then, almost two weeks later, the phone rang and it was the woman.
When he told her she had taken so long in replying, she informed him that such letters must be processed by the paper and transmitted to the advertiser which took time and that she had received his letter only that day.
Her voice sounded strong and exciting as she demanded that he tell her more about his likes and dislikes. He told her all and she assured him that so naughty a young man surely deserved to be thoroughly spanked. He was almost crying when the woman gave him her address and told him to come to her house at once and to be prepared for a severe spanking.
Clark doesn't understand how, in his state of arousal, he didn't wreck his car on the five mile trip to the woman's house. It was just outside the city and surrounded by lawns and orchard so that it offered complete privacy.
The woman who admitted him was as strikingly attractive as he had hoped she would be. Inside, she led him to a well appointed room where, over drinks, each told the other of their likes and dislikes.
From time to time, the woman crossed her long, firm legs and thrilled the young man with a flash of expanded nylon tops and bare thigh. Each time, she flashed him a warm smile.
She was delighted to hear that he was completely inexperienced in sexual matters and assured him that she would soon make him an expert in all things.
Telling him she would give him an idea of some of the things he could expect to enjoy, she produced a package of photographs portraying a whole series of sexual activities.
Most interesting to Clark, were those portraying spanking and lesbianism. He asked about that and the woman told him she would invite a female friend over some evening and give him a demonstration, but the price would be that both women would spank him.
Clark squirmed a little when the woman reached down to unzip his fly, but he really didn't mind. Gently, she took his penis out and admired the splendid erection.
"It's a real beauty, Clark," she said with sincerity, "and the thought that you've never had it in a woman gives me hot pants. I think I'll give it a little baptism for you."
With that, she bent over him and pushed the head of his penis into her mouth. As she held it there, sucking lovingly, Clark groaned with delight.
Releasing his penis then, the woman stood and slowly pulled the hem of her dress high up her lovely, mature thighs. She wore no slip, so that the boy had a spectacular view of long, beautifully shaped legs and thighs. He was quick to accept her invitation to feel them. Using both hands, he began just above the knees and worked his way up slowly. As he did, he felt his heart pounding so violently that he would have been frightened had he not been so enraptured by the feel of her lovely thighs.
She told him to stop just before he reached her nylon panties and he obeyed instantly. The woman was impressed. It was her turn then to thrill at how completely submissive the young man was going to be.
While Clark watched, the woman calmly unhooked the back of her dress, slid the zipper down slowly, with her back to him, then casually slipped out of it. Under it, she wore a black bra, black nylon panties which permitted a shadowy view of the cleavage of her posterior, garter belt and nylons. Clark saw then that her very high heels made her legs even more attractive.
He moved toward her, but sensing it, she turned and stopped him with a gesture. First, she told him, he was to take everything off except his briefs which she would attend to in a little while.
With the same exciting obedience, he began undressing while he continued to feast his eyes on her mature body, lush and exciting in its partial nudity.
When he had stripped down to his briefs, his penis pushed urgently at them as if fighting to get out and go to the woman.
She allowed him then to fondle her body through her bra and panties and assured him that there would be much more later after she had brought warmth and color to his buttocks. While he eagerly toyed with her body, she told him how it was the most exciting thing in the world to spank a young man and how well she would do it.
He was almost crying then and seeing it, the woman, Del, embraced him and told him she would give him his first spanking at once. When he tried to thank her, she silenced him by kissing him passionately on the mouth.
As the embrace ended, the woman walked away and stood with her back turned to him for a few seconds while she composed herself and prepared for the transition to the role of dominant mistress.
"Clark," she said in an excitingly severe tone, "it is time you were taught a lesson. Earlier this evening, you dared to tell me that I had taken too long to reply to your letter. I refuse to tolerate such manners from you. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss," he stammered.
"Then just to make sure it is, I am going to lower your briefs, take you over my lap and give you a severe spanking on your bare bum."
Sitting on an upholstered, armless chair, the woman rubbed her thighs, then beckoned to him. Clark obeyed instantly and approached her. He trembled as he stood beside her as she caught the waistband of his briefs and pulled them all the way down to his feet.
At the command, he stepped out of them and draped himself across her warm, comforting thighs. Not since he was fifteen and his mother spanked him for the last time, had anything been as thrilling. If anything, the thrill was greater this time since he lay on her bare skin and the nylons and waited not just for a spanking, but for the other wonderful things she had promised, things which involved seeing for the first time, the naked body of a woman.
Adjusting him across her lap to her satisfaction, Del stroked his buttocks lightly as she told him that in the future, he was to observe all the rules of good manners and conduct and that each time he failed, she would strip him naked and spank him.
Raising her right hand slowly she gripped more tightly with her left arm, then brought her firm hand down with a hard spank. He gave a little gasp and began to sob.
Knowing that he was enjoying it as much as she and thanking the fates that had brought him to her, she went on to administer a reasonably sound spanking as he cried and heaved over her lap, but kept raising his behind to meet each slap and make the sting greater.
Later, she would tell him that he took a spanking better than any partner she had ever had, but at the time, there was nothing to do but concentrate on the spanking and make it as good as they both wanted.
Never, Clark realized, had he been spanked even nearly as hard. The crying he had pretended in the beginning became very real as her hand slapped again and again with what he guessed was the force of a leather strap.
From time to time, the woman would pause in the spanking to feel his buttocks. Each time, she would tell him there was more to come and her hand began the rising and falling pattern again as the room was filled with the sounds of spanking and his crying.
And then the spanking ended at last and she led the crying boy into her bedroom where the covers had been pulled back on the wide bed. As she pulled him into an embrace, Del reached between them to fondle his penis which was still well erect and looked strong and urgent.
As his sobbing diminished, Del instructed him to begin undressing her by removing her bra. When he had done that and stared through wet eyes at the full breasts, she allowed him to fondle and kiss them for a little while before taking her panties off.
Clark sobbed for joy when he did that and saw the naked buttocks, the pubic hair and the juncture of belly and sleek, firm thighs. Leaving her garter belt and nylons on, Del got on the bed and invited the young man to come into her strong arms for yet another embrace.
As much as he enjoyed fondling breasts, buttocks and thighs and feeling her nipples expand and grow firm in his mouth, Clark wanted, more than anything, to see what was to him, the mystery of a woman's crotch.
After a little while, she permitted that as she parted her thighs and bent her knees high above her. Clark moved hurriedly down on the bed and lay with his face between the warm thighs, staring in disbelief at the first vulva he had ever seen. When the woman invited him to touch it, he went straight for it with his fingers.
Thrilling as the touch was, he was even more greatly thrilled by the way her body jerked and her behind lifted from the bed in excitement. He touched it some more, but then the woman told him how to perform cunnilingus, how to find her clitoris with his tongue and told him to begin at once.
Not only did he do as he was told, but it seemed that he was trying to get his face completely into her. While there was no chance of his achieving that, he did provide her with a wonderful bout of cunnilingus which produced a truly great orgasm for her.
When she kissed his mouth a little later, she told him that she could taste her (vagina) in his mouth and that she loved doing that.
For a change of pace, she rolled over and invited him to play with and kiss her buttocks. He was devoted to the task and not only fondled and kissed the cheeks, but, with passion rising steadily, drew them apart to plant kisses between them where it was dark and warm and terribly exciting as she wriggled her buttocks so that they brushed his face.
Telling him to turn her over then, the woman lay on her back and reached for his penis. In a warm tone, she invited him to come into her crotch and enjoy his first taste of sexual intercourse. He trembled so violently that she had to help him insert his penis into her vagina, but after that, the young man functioned well, if unfortunately only briefly.
He ejaculated so quickly that Del had no chance to reach another orgasm, but that did not surprise her. In fact, more than that, she was delighted with her wonderful young partner who promised so much enjoyment in the future.
After a little while, they talked about the future while they fondled each other to assist the rekindling of passion. It soon became clear that Clark wanted to come and live with her, an idea that thrilled her.
In the past, most of her partners had been married men who sneaked away for a few hours of spanking and sex, before hurrying back to a wife and family in suburbia.
Later that evening, Clark asked if he could stay there all night and sleep with her. The idea delighted her, but she told him that it would cost him another spanking before bed time. He was eager in his agreement to that.
Shortly after ten, Del took her new boy to bed. When they arrived there, he was already nicely aroused and his penis stood fully erect. Still, he was not to use it for some time yet as the woman took him over her lap and gave him another brisk spanking which unleashed a new flow of tears.
When she finished spanking him, she brought his face down into her crotch and demanded cunnilingus again. The young man was just a little slow in moving, so she held him down and gave him a sharp slap on the face which brought more tears to his eyes. In the crudest possible language, she let him know that when she demanded cunnilingus, she demanded the act instantly.
Quickly, he fell into her crotch and brought her to what was another delightful climax. After a little session during which she teased the young man and aroused him to new, wonderful heights, she allowed him to have intercourse with her again.
He was able to achieve much longer duration this time, so that Del experienced another orgasm just before he cried through his own.
They fell asleep in a little while and Clark woke in the morning to the delightful sensation of having his rear soundly spanked again.
Within a week, Clark moved into the house with the woman. Day after day, she led him through an exciting maze of sexual variations.
Little more than a week later, they had a female guest, a beautiful young blonde of twenty-three. This time, there was no hesitation on Clark's part when Del told him to take his penis out and show it to her friend.
After the young woman had admired it, he was allowed to put it away. The women then embraced on the couch and after much kissing and caressing, they began to undress each other and did not stop until nothing but garter belts and nylons remained.
Then, after more intimate fondling of each other, the lay end to end on the couch and performed mutual cunnilingus while Clark moved as close as he dared to watch the thrilling spectacle. Less than a minute apart, the two women achieved climax and Clark was hard pressed to keep from masturbating in his excitement.
He managed to resist though and first, after he had stripped naked while they watched, the guest took him over her lap and spanked him, then sent him to Del who added to the warmth of his buttocks with a piece of sole leather as Clark howled and cried to the unutterable delight of both.
After the two spankings, they sat and sipped drinks which Clark had poured in his role of slave. While they drank, Del sat on her slave's lap and allowed him to play with her generous breasts as he told them how exciting it had been watching two women making lesbian love.
Later, Clark knelt beside the couch and performed cunnilingus on the two women in turn. Rewarding him for his efforts and his obedience, Del lay back then and allowed him to enjoy sexual intercourse with her.
Remembering his training, Clark cleansed her crotch when they finished and took her panties and nylons away to be rinsed out.
All this happened more than seven years ago. Today, Del wears her age with grace and dignity and Clark is still her devoted slave.
Having been introduced to her through a mutual friend, Del was pleased to tell me all about their relationship and Clark bubbled with enthusiasm as he told of his feelings in the matter.
Although I displayed no reluctance to believe them, Del insisted on staging a demonstration for my benefit. With an enthusiasm that matched hers, Clark delightfully submitted to what struck me as being a quite severe spanking with the sole leather, then, on command, removed her panties and knelt with his crimsoned buttocks arched as he performed cunnlingus for the edification of his mistress.
While one may hesitate to condone the mistress-slave relationship in our contemporary society, it is difficult to condemn any relationship which brings total happiness to both partners.
As a matter of fact, I could not find it in me to be condemnatory, could you, gentle reader?
CASE HISTORY
STEVE
Everything in Steve's background spelled out absolutely normal in big bold letters. The only exception was that at the age of five, he had engaged in spanking games with his older sister and a female cousin.
As his reward for accepting spankings from them, he was permitted to lower their panties and gaze at their buttocks. The game ended when his mother caught the children at play, punished the two girls severely and warned that it was never to happen again.
Impressed by the severity of the beating they received, the girls left Steve alone after that and the spanking games passed from his conscious mind into his subconscious where it lay dormant for many years.
When it revived by accident, Steve was married, had a good job and considered himself a completely normal member of a society which considered him a promising young businessman and potential pillar of the community.
The pillar crumbled one night when, at a stag party, there were movies which included one in which one beautiful woman spanked the bared posterior of a teen aged girl. All the old memories flooded back into his mind and while the characters on the screen moved from spanking to mutual cunnilingus, Steve could think only of the thrill of the spanking scene.
Rather than spanking one of the women though, his fantasy played out a scene in which one of them was spanking him while he cried and begged for her to stop. It went far beyond the simple spankings of the five year old boy, into the realm of advanced sexual fantasy, with all the advanced knowledge of his maturity and experience.
After the movies had been run, Steve found himself in a group of three who were discussing a spanking club which operated in the city. Instantly, he became fascinated and wanted to learn more about it.
Hiding his enthusiasm, he waited until later and took his friend aside to find out more about it. Not only did the man tell him all about the club meetings, he promised to take Steve to one of the sessions as a participating guest. It marked a turning point in his life.
Four evenings later, Steve went with his friend to a meeting of the spanking club. At first, it was much like any other party, but after a few drinks, the members began to demonstrate that it was something of a very special party as men and women began to kiss and fondle each other and skirts were raised to display luscious, panty clad posteriors.
The event had been arranged so that there was an equal number of men and women. Steve had been assigned a partner with whom he would begin the evening. She was a lovely red head of twenty-two who told him, in an intimate whisper, that she got a bigger charge out of being spanked than she did out of sexual intercourse.
Looking at the way her rayon dress clung to an obviously beautiful derriere, Steve perspired as he waited for a chance to give her what both she and he so wanted. And yet, in his mind, there was a fervent hope that before the evening was over, some female would want to spank him.
Before very long, the party came to life and men and women began spanking each other. Steve trembled as his lovely partner stood beside him and raised her dress as she waited for him to lower her sheer, black nylon panties.
He did and trembled even more as he saw her luscious body. She lowered herself eagerly over his lap and he began to alternately spank and caress her lovely buttocks.
She cried when he spanked her, but her cries mingled with many others that were heard around the spacious room and every couple in the place engaged in spanking.
Within twenty minutes, there were no clothes to be seen in the room except for garter belt and nylons here and there. As the spankings ended, couples turned to cunnilingus and sexual intercourse to continue and satisfy the desires that had been aroused during the course of the spankings.
Steve did both as he first performed cunnilingus on his partner, then found complete satisfaction during sexual intercourse. She responded beautifully through both.
Later, they went to the bar together and enjoyed a drink as they looked around the brightly lighted room to see the others who were still active.
About a half hour later, a man called for attention and reminded the members of the club that they had a half hour to find new partners. With the preliminaries over, he reminded them it was against the rules of the club for persons to remain with their original partners.
Kissing him passionately on the mouth and thanking him for a wonderful experience, Steve's partner left him and went in search of another partner.
While he stood at the bar wondering what he should do, Steve was approached by a stunning looking woman who looked about forty. She wore garter belt and nylons and boasted a figure that would have been good for a woman half her age.
Commenting that she was pleased to meet a new member, the woman introduced herself as Maria, she asked Steve to pour her a Martini.
As he turned to do so, the woman reached to fondle his buttocks and give each a little squeeze.
"I see you're untouched," she commented as he turned to hand her the glass. "I do hope you don't only like to give it. I love to beat a handsome young man with a nice smooth arse."
"I haven't been spanked since I was a very young kid," he grinned, "but that's what I came here for tonight."
At that point, Steve turned the woman a little and stretched to look at her buttocks. Like the rest of her, they were firm and flawless. They were also obviously unspanked.
"Do you have a new partner?" he asked,
"Yes. I have you. I always select my partner and I decided on you when I saw how you went down on that little yummy you had."
"You mean I don't have any say about it?" Steve asked teasingly.
"Sure. You can say no. You can tell me to go to hell if you like."
"There's no chance, Maria," he said more earnestly. "I suspect you know how to spank and I'm counting on you to give me a going over that will make up for all the wasted years."
Maria expressed her delight with an excited sigh and added to her expression by grasping his penis and giving it a firm squeeze.
"Sorry about the used up state of it, lady," his grin returned.
"Don't be," she matched his expression. "You'll be amazed at how quickly I can build it up again. Besides, I prefer seconds. They last longer."
Carrying their drinks, they walked across the room with Maria leading the way. Steve was amazed at how easily he could adapt to nudity with so many other people around. His partner, he saw, had that rare quality of being able to walk naked with the dignity of a duchess.
Maria stopped as they reached a table which held an array of spanking implements. Although she was selecting one to use on him, Steve noted that she was not going to discuss the choice with him.
With a shudder of anticipation, Steve realized that he liked it that way. He wanted to be not just spanked, but dominated by the woman.
"Since you haven't been spanked lately," she said, holding a light wooden paddle and swinging it lightly, "this should be just about right, wouldn't you say?"
"In this department, Maria, you're the boss. If you don't mind, though, I would like a few with your hand first. I think it would help me revert all the way back. Can you understand that?"
"Not only understand, Steve, but approve. I believe you are going to be an excellent study. By the way, don't be concerned about making noise. You'll find that most men here cry and plead from the first spank or even before. It makes it better. After a little while, you won't have to pretend, I can assure you I'll make you cry very nicely."
As they walked toward a couch, Steve was able to see what the woman meant. A very mature and masculine looking man knelt at the feet of a beautiful nude woman who held a riding crop in her right hand.
"Oh please, mummy," he panted the words against her smoothly curved belly, "don't strap me with the riding crop. I promise I'll be a good boy."
"It's too late for promises, Johnny," the woman said curtly as her fingers tangled in his hair to turn his face up. "I caught you looking up your sister's dress. First, I am going to beat you, then you will wear your sister's panties for the rest of the day and night. You will not be allowed to use the bathroom and if you pee in her panties, I shall beat you again."
"I see what you mean," Steve commented as they went on to a couch.
"I've often beaten him and he's great," Maria enthused. "When it's feasible, he likes to wear panties and pee himself so that he will get another licking."
Steve doubted that he would ever go that far, in fact, as the deadline approached and he looked at the paddle in her hand, he wondered if he was going to enjoy being spanked at all.
The lights were dimmed then and for Steve, there was no more time for wondering. He was about to find out what it was like to be spanked like a naughty child.
And then she was scolding Steve and telling how she was going to cure him of the nasty habit of playing with himself by taking him over her lap for a stinging spanking on his bare behind.
At once, it became easy to play the game and Steve moved simply and effortlessly into the role of naughty little boy as he promised he would not play with himself again and begged mummy not to spank his bum.
The scolding continued as she guided him onto her lap after forcing him to kiss the palm that would spank him and the thighs over which he would lie for his beating.
Instead of commencing immediately, Maria tapped his upturned buttocks lightly, continuing to scold and threaten and making him wait, not knowing when the first spank would come.
When it did, it caught him by surprise and he uttered a little gasp. After that, there was no element of surprise as her right hand slapped from cheek to cheek in a steady, stinging, delicious rhythm.
Although she continued to use only her hand, Steve felt fires glowing in his buttocks, but he loved them and wanted more and more.
As if she had read his mind, Maria stopped spanking to inform him that since she couldn't hurt his bottom enough with her hand, she was going to slap with the paddle.
Steve wanted to feel the sting of the paddle, but he was caught up in the spell of the game as he writhed over her smooth thighs.
"Oh no, mummy," he sobbed with real tears, "don't beat my bum with the paddle. Oh no ... oh ... ohh ..." the paddle hit with blistering force and before the first sting stopped spreading, it slapped the other cheek equally hard.
"Take that ... you dirty little boy ... and that ... and this ..." With each break in her lecture, the paddle slapped then rose again for the next spank.
Steve lost all count of time, the spanking could have been hours or weeks long for all he knew as he heaved and plunged across her lap.
But not only his buttocks and his mind thrilled with an enjoyment that kept him trembling, his penis registered delight by becoming stiff and urgent.
To Steve, the spanking was so much more exciting than even the best act of sexual intercourse, but that was what his penis, as if with a mind of its own, was demanding as it throbbed, rubbing her thigh.
When Maria finally completed the spanking with a final, hard slap on each cheek, Steve continued to writhe and sob on her lap. Around him were the sounds of spankings and strappings and loud cries and pleas for mercy from males and females alike.
"Get down on your knees at once," Maria commanded. "You are going to get your face right into my crotch and (cunnilingus) me until I tell you to stop. I'm ready to be triggered three or four times and you'll do it or I'll burn your arse off."
Her legs came up and the vulva was there, warm and waiting. Steve was no stranger to cunnilingus, although his wife did not like it.
His aroused penis swaying as he moved, Steve pushed his face into the perspiring crotch, claimed the softness of the orifice with his mouth and sent his tongue inside.
Within a minute, he felt her climaxing, but he had no intention of stopping. If she wanted multiple orgasm, then she was going to get it.
Behind him, his buttocks tingled madly producing a sensation that was even better than the spanking she had given. His mind flashed back to childhood and he recalled clearly that it had been that way then and that it was the reason he allowed the girls to take his pants down and spank him until he sobbed.
"That's enough," Maria panted. "You brought me around three times and I'm raw."
Raw you may be, Steve thought, but I've got a little something to push into you and you're going to get it right now.
He was surprised when she tried to resist, but before she could muster her defenses, his penis was buried to the hilt in her vagina and he was giving her a wild ride. She had achieved all the satisfaction she wanted, now he was going to get his whether she liked it or not.
Before he really had time to decide what her reaction really was, he tensed at the buildup, then groaned and rubbed in her crotch as he fired what had been building up for so long.
Later, Steve saw that she was angry and asked her why. Surely, he reasoned, after all they had done she should have known he would want that and should understand.
"Put it this way, Steve," her anger showing sighs of abating, "I don't just spank for kicks. With me, it's more than a game."
"Can you explain it? I'm new at this remember."
"Yes, that's why I've gotten over being angry with you. I enjoy a nice (sexual intercourse) as much as any woman, but when I'm beating a man, I must dominate him completely. If he attempts to exert his will in any way, I beat him into submission.
"I know a guy wants it after I've beaten him and he's dived me, but I give it to him. I decide when and how it's going to be done. Can you understand that?"
"I think I can, Maria. Please be patient with me until I learn the game properly."
"I'm not sure I'll be a factor in that, Steve. I'm busy now looking for a new partner."
"Why not me? I love the way you beat me. I promise I'll learn fast and do everything the way you want it."
"You're married, aren't you, Steve?"
"Yes, but things can always be arranged. You know, business trips and all that."
"No thanks, Steve, playing second fiddle to some wife just isn't my line. My partner will be a full time man."
But Steve was not about to give up. The spanking she had given him was a memorable experience. He wanted more, wanted them from her.
After a little while, they decided to continue their argument while he drove her home. She allowed him to come in for a drink and by the time they finished it, Maria had agreed to play with him from time to time until she could find the new partner she wanted.
"Let's try a little test, Steve," she said with a small smile. "Suppose I tell you that you must spend the night with me. What then?"
She saw him gulp as the words hit him. He made two attempts at answering, then finally forced words out.
"Then I'll do it. As a matter of fact," he went on with an attitude he hoped was casual, "I'll be delighted. One thing though, may I use the phone?"
"Use the one in the library," she pointed to a door, "and close the door behind you. I have no desire to hear a man cringing to a wife who isn't strong enough to beat him."
Wincing, Steve looked anything but casual as he got up and went into the library. Five minutes later, he was back in the room asking if Maria would like another drink.
"Yes, Steve, I'd like that and I'm pleased to see that you're learning already. First though, take my shoes off and rub my feet a little."
Kneeling before her, Steve massaged her feet through the warm nylon. To his surprise, he found it enjoyable and wondered what other enjoyable tasks she would order him to perform.
When he poured fresh drinks, they chatted. Mostly, it was Maria who did the talking as she told of the men she had dominated and listed the various services they had been called on to perform.
Later that evening, he received a sample when she told him she would like a bath before bed. He was sent to run it for her and when she decided the temperature of the water was a little too high, she took him over her lap and spanked him with the back of a hair brush.
Steve had already stripped naked before she told him to undress and bathe her. Once when, in his nervousness, he scratched her thigh, she ordered him to kneel with his arms at his sides. Calmly, she slapped both sides of his face.
With hot tears in his eyes, Steve completed undressing the woman and guided her into the tub. He bathed her body lovingly, gently and she was impressed with his ability in that department. He glowed when she told him so.
After he had toweled her with the same loving care, they went into the living room again for a nightcap which both wanted. Steve gasped in surprise when he saw a very beautiful young woman refilling the ice bucket. In his nudity, it was the last thing he would have expected.
"Oh, Carol," Maria said casually as she too stood naked, "this is Steve. He will serve me from time to time until I make other arrangements."
The maid offered Steve her hand and she was such a beauty that Steve felt an urge to put his erect penis into it instead of his hand. He resisted the urge and realized that Maria had just put him on the same level as the maid. Still, that didn't bother him.
Steve thrilled at the way the young beauty stared at his penis. He wondered whether he would have a chance to slip it to her, with or without Mar-la's approval.
Carrying their drinks, they started for the bedroom. On the way, Maria told the maid to join them. Steve was puzzled at that, but then again, he reasoned, everything about the woman was strange and the unexpected was to be expected at all times, he guessed.
As they entered the bedroom, Steve trembled when he heard Maria tell the maid to undress. Calmly and with a little smile, the young woman began to undress.
"I rather think you will like her, Steve," Maria said with a smile of her own. "She also happens to be a horny little bitch."
Steve couldn't believe all this was really happening, but believe it or not, he surely enjoyed it as his eyes flicked from the firm young breasts, to the clinging nylon panties she pushed down lovely thighs. With Maria's permission, she sat on the edge of the bed to remove her nylons and stood, naked and spectacularly beautiful.
"You first, Steve," Maria said calmly as she lay on the bed with her buttocks on the edge and her legs up over her and opened wide. "Go down on me and make it very good."
Blinking with surprise, Steve was quick to obey the command. Looking up over the slope of Maria's tummy, he saw that the maid sat beside her fondling her breasts as she sighed with passion.
In just a little while, Maria climaxed with a loud sigh and told Steve to get up. Seconds later, he felt another tremor shake his body as Carol knelt between the woman's thighs and began to perform cunnilingus on her.
With the roles reversed, Steve sat by the woman and fondled her breasts. As he did, he watched and listened to the exciting activity in Maria's crotch. It was the first time he had ever seen one woman do it to another except in stag movies and it was even more thrilling than he would have expected.
When Maria climaxed again, she told Carol to get up. As the maid did so, she rubbed her hands over the moisture that had collected on her face while the crotch of the mature woman rubbed her through the act of cunnilingus.
But the surprises were not over. Moving to the far side of the wide bed, Maria told Steve to take the maid into the bed, play with her as much as he wanted, then have sexual intercourse with her.
It more than pleased Steve to see Carol's eyes light up in indication that she was as happy about the arrangement as he. She came into his arms at once and he had never felt a better, firmer pair of breasts stabbing his chest as he held her close while they kissed passionately.
Carol asked in a whisper that he play with her for a long time and he was delighted to oblige. Under his hand, her vulva was warm and moist, when he inserted a finger into it, he found it more moist and much warmer. He also liked the way it made her squirm.
Turning her over, he covered her buttocks with kisses, then parted the cheeks to lick the sweet pink ring he found there. As he curled his tongue and forced it into the tight hole, Carol squirmed and raised her buttocks to meet him more than half way.
When she asked for cunnilingus, Steve was delighted to oblige although he thought as he went down, that at the rate his tongue had worked that night, it may require a retread.
He brought her to a shrieking climax with his tongue, then held her for a little while before rolling onto her and fitting his throbbing penis into a delightfully tight vagina.
Steve was able to sustain the intercourse for a long time so that before he finished, it was necessary to pause while she enjoyed another orgasm.
After that, the maid left the room carrying her clothes and paused in the doorway to blow Steve a kiss. Maria told Steve he could sleep with her.
In the morning, before he dressed, Steve was told to lie with his bottom up. Kneeling astride him, Maria gave him a sound spanking, then, after he rolled over, she knelt astride his face and had him bring her to climax orally.
After she had given his face a thorough massage with her buttocks, she allowed him to dress and leave for his office.
Steve was already well into his rise, or fall, with that first night. Maria kept setting tests for him that he passed to her satisfaction, but his relations with his wife suffered.
Little more than a month later, his wife gave him an ultimatum that he either return to being the man he used to be, or she would divorce him.
As she said it, Steve realized that was just what he wanted. His conventional wife could not meet his newly established standards. A week later, she had a lawyer file the divorce suit.
Steve was ecstatic as he reported the news to Maria who took it without any great show of enthusiasm. She did, however, tell him that he could move into her house on a trial basis and that if he proved good enough, she would keep him as her personal sex slave.
That evening, they stayed home and along with Carol, who operated the projector, they viewed some of Maria's vast collection of pornographic movies.
The last one drove Steve wild with arousal. It was purported to have been filmed in a convent and the principal characters dressed as nuns. Under their robes though, they wore exotic lingerie and all were beautiful in a quiet way.
The mother superior spanked all the nuns as well as a number of boys and girls who were supposedly students of the private school they operated.
Every possible sex act was filmed in detail. It was the most exciting private movie of the many Steve had seen over the years.
When it finished, Maria sent Steve to get her cut down razor strop. He and Carol had been nude during the movies, Maria wore bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and shoes.
Steve returned with the strap to find Maria adjusting the maid on the couch. She lay on her back, her knees up and wide apart so that he stared directly into her crotch.
Taking the strap from him, she paused as he knelt to kiss it reverently, then he was told to kneel on the couch with his face in the maid's crotch.
While he performed cunnilingus on the delighted maid, Maria administered a leisurely strapping to his buttocks. Although Steve howled through the hard strapping, when it was over, he fell on his knees before the woman and pressed his face into her crotch as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and told her how wonderful she was.
Moved by his adoration of her, Maria permitted him to remove her panties, lick her anus for a long time, then bring her to climax by means of cunnilingus.
Still wanting more, she had the maid he over her lap as she spanked the beautifully formed bottom while the maid performed fellatio on Steve. Maria thrilled at the sounds and sight of the maid crying while her mouth was filled with penis and her tears made it wet.
Steve too found it thrilling, since he loved watching a spanking almost as much as he loved receiving one.
Only a few days after he moved into the house, Maria informed Steve that he had qualified and was, as of then, her official sex slave.
But while his sex life flourished, his work paid the price. It wasn't long before Steve was called to task by his employer and informed that his old, aggressive spirit had vanished and warned to shape up.
The warning didn't work though, it couldn't possibly. There was no way Steve could be aggressive about his work or anything else when he had delved so deeply into submission.
After a second warning failed to change his work habits, Steve was fired.
When he broke the news to Maria and promised to find another job right away, she scolded him, spanked him soundly with the razor strop, then told him that instead of another job which he would undoubtedly lose, he was to stay at home and be a full time servant to lighten the work load for the maid.
Maria even provided a uniform consisting of padded bra, garter belt, nylons, a frilly blouse and short black skirt which ended well above his knees so that when he bent or sat, he showed the tops of his nylons and more.
Carol loved to fondle his penis through his panties and tell him what a pretty girl he was, but the teasing didn't bother him and he did his share of fondling her panties and more.
They became very good friends and frequently spanked each other, enjoyed sexual intercourse and did all the things both enjoyed. They never seemed to tire of their play and were always more than ready to service their mistress on demand.
Steve's exciting life lasted a little more than two years and came to an end suddenly when Maria announced that she had found a delightful youth of nineteen with the creamy skin of a girl and a matching disposition. Steve was told he would have to go to make room for his replacement.
He was allowed a few days to make preparations, but they were not happy days for him. That evening, he was forced to serve drinks to his replacement and Maria and Steve almost cried when the young man raised his short skirt to fondle him.
Later in the evening when Maria, wearing bra and panties, stripped and spanked her new lover, Steve did sob. The youth was a bisexual and Maria permitted him to take Steve's panties down and perform fellatio on him. When Steve was slow to erect, Maria spanked him and went on doing so until he ejaculated into the mouth of the young man.
Steve left the next day, but within a week, he was in a mental hospital after having proved his inefficiency by bungling a suicide attempt.
Carol visited him there and aided his recovery immeasurably by promising him that as soon as the doctors considered it appropriate, she would leave Maria and marry him.
He did recover and they married more than a year ago. Both have jobs and they seem to be ideally happy. Steve learned that he could separate his days on the job and his nights and weekends with his wife.
His work is as good as it ever was and he has the kind of aggressive spirit that will carry him far in the world of commerce. At home, he quickly changes from business clothes to the silks and nylons he loves and he and Carol enjoy delightful evenings together.
They have few friends, but once in a while, they do visit Maria and her young man to watch movies and enjoy sex play.
The adjustment seems to have worked out, but one is struck by the danger of any continuing association with the woman who brought about the complete change in Steve's life and almost destroyed him completely.
CHAPTER FOUR
INCEST
Call it the greatest sin, the subject no one discusses, the deviation which turns even strong stomachs sour, call it what you will, but incest, like income tax, is always with us.
Those who accept the story of Adam and Eve are going to have to accept the fact that their family conduct would fall so far below present day standards that they would have been arrested on incest charges had there been a cop in the garden of Eden.
But if incest, (known in a lighter vein as a game the whole family can play) was invented then, it was refined over the years in every land.
There have always been misconceptions about it and there is a popular one today which holds that it is something done only among the lower classes.
I can assure you that my files and those of my confreres, bulge with case histories of incest among families on the high income level and in a few cases, among the highest income and social levels in the country.
In these cases, the public is most unlikely to hear about it though, since the offending party or parties are turned over to a psychiatrist, sent abroad with a generous allowance, or otherwise protected from the hostile glare of publicity whether or not they are cured of their penchant for keeping it in the family.
And so, the myth is perpetuated that the upper classes don't do that sort of thing. Let me assure you that the upper classes do all the things the lower classes do and by the nature of things, are permitted to do them in better surroundings.
There, the difference ends.
In the case histories we shall study here, you will note that we did not find them in the slums or the hills of Kentucky.
Let us look at a couple now to see and understand how a male becomes a sex slave within a family unit.
CASE HISTORY
TED
Ted was an only child who lived alone with his mother from the age of three when she divorced his father who had been having an affair with the maid. The divorce settlement provided her with a guaranteed income for life that was more than sufficient to meet her needs and those of her son.
To her husband, the affair with the maid had been just a roll in the hay, but to the wife, it was much more than that. The fact that her husband preferred the charms of her maid shattered her confidence in herself as a woman. She could not face the thought of having anything to do with a man, since any emotional entanglement would carry with it the built-in danger of another rejection. She was not prepared to run that risk.
Instead, she centered her whole life on her son and vowed that she would train him to become a better man than his father. Her motives were good, if badly based, but we shall see that good motives alone are not nearly enough.
When Ted was six, he could read and write at a third grade level. He was enrolled in a small, private school not far from his home and instantly became a brilliant student. At the age of twelve, he reached high school level.
In addition to his academic achievements, he studied piano and dancing and did as well there.
It was also at the age of twelve that his sex life, only the beginning, took a turn that was destined to change his entire life.
One evening, when he was playing records in his room with his only friend, a boy two years older, his mother opened the door of his room to find the boys with their trousers and shorts down and masturbating each other.
The woman was horrified. The other boy was sent away instantly and angrily and told never to see her son again.
Although she had never before spanked Ted, she set out to do it then. Berating him and terrifying him with strong words about the evil and sickness of homosexuality, which she considered their experimental act to be, she hurriedly lowered his clothes, took him over her lap and spanked him until her arm was sore, though not as sore as the boy's inflamed buttocks.
Leaving him to finish crying alone, the woman went back to her room where she found herself in the wildest state of arousal she had ever known.
Stripping naked, she inserted a finger into her vagina, found her clitoris and masturbated to climax which was a violent one which shook her whole body and left her weak.
Later, as she recovered from her first orgasm in years, the woman began to recall the events of the evening. There could be no doubt that spanking her son had aroused her, she knew. The only doubt was what she was going to do about it in the future.
Her tortured mind working on a sub-conscious level went to work then. It told her that she had been denied sexual gratification over the years by her former husband through no fault of her own. It seemed reasonable, then, to find what was her right with the man's son.
There was no thought in her mind of sexual intercourse, but the prospect of arousing desire by spanking him, then releasing it by masturbating thrilled her.
Later that evening, she called the boy to her room for a lengthy chat. In a more controlled tone, she told him of the terrible evil of homosexuality and how it could control and destroy a man's life.
She went on to tell him that masturbation, in itself, was not a bad thing and that many men and women did it. He was surprised to hear that women could masturbate, since, although he had never seen the female sex organ, he knew that there was no penis and therefore could not understand what it was all about.
Out of innocence and closeness to his mother, he asked if he could look at her between her legs so that he could understand. Jolted at the moment, torn between sexual arousal and fear of doing a wrong thing, she delayed the decision by telling him that she would think about it and give him an answer in the morning.
She sent him to bed then and tried to take stock of herself. She was thirty-five, attractive, had a good body, yet she was starving for sexual satisfaction.
Her son was obviously developing sexual hungers and if she permitted it, he would satisfy them with other boys who sought that sort of thing.
That, she couldn't permit to happen. Her first decision was that she would take Ted out of the school he attended and have tutors continue his education at home. In that way, she could protect him from disruptive, outside influences.
She also decided that in the morning, she would grant his request and let him see her in the nude while she explained to him the makeup and function of male and female.
Sexual images and fantasies flooded her mind to such an extent that she had to take a sleeping pill in order to turn them off and find sleep.
In the morning, when she woke the boy, she informed him that he would not be going back to school, but that rather, he would study at home with tutors and they would be able to spend more time together. Since Ted had no real friends in school, he did not mind the arrangement at all.
She had already bathed in preparation for showing him her body, so she told him to shower while she prepared breakfast.
Routine kitchen tasks became difficult that morning, but she managed. When Ted arrived in the kitchen looking thoroughly scrubbed, she kissed him and served breakfast.
It was meant to be just a routine good morning kiss, but she found herself hugging him a bit more closely than usual and feeling the tremors of sexual arousal flooding over her.
Moments later, Ted asked anxiously whether she had made up her mind about what he asked for the night before and she realized that he was as aroused as she.
"Yes dear," she said warmly, "after breakfast, we'll go to my room and take all our clothes off." There would not be that much to do, since, under her robe, she wore a matching set of black bra and panties, garter belt, nylons and shoes. She reasoned that, somehow, it was the right costume for permitting a boy to see the body of a woman for the first time.
Ted suddenly lost interest in eating, but she insisted that both of them eat a reasonable breakfast. When they finished, they left the dishes on the table, she took his hand and they walked, in mutual excitement to her bedroom.
As soon as they entered the room, she smiled at her excited son and unfastening the girdle of her robe, she drew it open with the practiced motions of an experienced seductress.
The boy's mouth fell open at the sight of her and his eyes opened almost as wide. He had tried to imagine what a woman looked like under her dress, but he had never achieved anything to compare with what he saw then.
"Take off all your clothes, dear," she said gently, "then I'll take all of mine off."
Nervously, Ted began to undress. Dots of perspiration stood out on his forehead, but he went on stripping until only his shorts remained. Through them, she saw the form of his erect, small penis.
"Don't be shy, dear," she urged him on. "I know your penis is hard, that's the way it's supposed to be and a woman likes to see it that way."
Encouraged, the boy stripped his shorts off and stood naked before his mother. Allowing her robe to drop to the floor, she moved to him and drew him into her arms to give him a kiss of such passionate dimension that it thrilled and frightened him.
In the embrace, his aroused penis rubbed against her and her hand pressing his buttocks, drew him more closely against her warm body.
"That's the way men and women kiss, darling," she said in an excited and exciting whisper. "I'm going to show you a lot of things men and women do together to make each other feel good."
She began by telling him to move his hands down so he could feel her buttocks through the nylon panties. With a gasp of excitement, he clutched her and she felt his strong young fingers, live things fondling the fleshy mystery of mature female buttocks and wanting to follow the lush curves down and between the thighs where the greatest mystery of all throbbed and surged in excitement as it awaited the touch of his fingers.
In that moment, the woman knew that she would allow their sexual introduction to go far beyond what she had planned and refused to consider rights or wrongs. There was a beautiful aura of excitement in the room and nothing else mattered or could matter until desire had been built to the pinnacle and sated completely for both of them, mother and son.
Her fingers trembling with excitement as she urged the boy back a little, she unfastened her bra and slipped it off her arms. Seeing tears in the eyes of her son, she caught his hands and raised them to her breasts. After he fondled them excitedly, she removed one hand and with a hand behind his head, brought his moist young mouth down to graze over a firm, smooth breast.
Instantly, the nipple hardened even more inside his warm mouth and her body pressed urgently against his as she took a firm grip on his young buttocks and dreamed of how lovely it was going to be in a little while when she spanked them and saw them grow warm and red under her hand. She changed her plan again then and decided she would allow him to give her a spanking as well.
When she asked the boy whether he would like to take her panties off or would rather watch as she did it, Ted begged to be allowed to do it.
Bending, he slipped them down with amazing slowness for one so young, curious and excited. He obviously wanted to see her body a little at a time and spend a long time savoring the beauty and excitement of it after he pushed her panties down her thighs and allowed them to fall around her ankles.
More than a few times, the woman came close to losing her balance and falling as her knees weakened while the boy fondled her buttocks, pubic hair and thighs. He could progress no farther since she held her thighs closed tightly. There would be a time to open them, she reasoned, but that would be when he had seen and touched everything else and would be ready to devote his full attention to her crotch and the thrilling sensitivity which burned there with an intense heat.
When her son insisted on trying to pull her thighs apart, she told him to sit on the bed and wait for her. He obeyed as always and she stepped out of her panties, then walked to the bed to join him.
"All right, darling," she whispered as she stood by the bed caressing and fondling her breasts, "I'm going to stand here and open my legs so you can see it. Bring your face close."
The boy did so instantly and she spread her legs far apart as she went on rubbing her breasts and looking down at her son. In a moment, she could no longer see his face as it went between her thighs.
"Please, mother," he said in what was close to a sob, "May I touch it. It's so pretty and soft looking."
"Go ahead, dear. Touch it all you like. Put your fingers inside. You'll find it warm and moist. I think you will like it."
He did and she groaned and again almost lost her balance. It had been so many years since another person had slipped fingers into her vulva. Never had she felt a mouth against it or a tongue inside, but she knew that she would within a very few moments. Ted, she was sure, would do anything she told him to do.
Having thought of cunnilingus, she could wait no longer. Pushing her son down onto the bed, she took him into her arms and described cunnilingus to him. She spoke in clear detail and used his finger to show him her clitoris as she told him how to rub it with his tongue.
Thrilled as he had never thrilled before, the boy went down in the bed to put his face between her parted thighs. Instead of pressing his mouth to her vulva immediately as he had intended, Ted paused to inhale the musky odor of woman. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before and he went on inhaling deeply until, in her overpowering urgently she pulled his head down into her warmth and jerked her hot body toward him at the same time so that it was actually the labia of her vulva that kissed him first before he began to return the kiss and remembered to put his tongue into the moist passage to seek out the clitoris his finger had touched earlier.
The rubbing of her thighs on his face told him that he was doing well, so he determined to do better. The hard bud of her clitoris became the most thrilling thing in the world as his tongue caressed and licked it while his mother's body trembled and jerked in beautiful excitement.
And then the thrill of orgasm swept over her, the first time orgasm had ever been induced by cunnilingus and she let loose a cry that rebounded from the walls of the room and filled it with ecstatic music while her thighs captured his face and held it in erotic, silken captivity.
"Oh mother," he panted when the waves stopped breaking and she released his face, "that was wonderful. I need something. Tell me what to do, please."
Drawing him into the nest of her crotch, she told him of sexual intercourse and helped him guide his childish, erect penis into the depths of her vagina.
And then it was no longer necessary to tell him what to do. The male instinct took over and he began to stroke with confidence and wonderful vigor. It is not surprising that his performance, while wonderful, was terribly brief before he ejaculated as her arms and legs held him tightly.
Later, while Ted asked countless questions about the wonderful new world of man and woman, his mother held him close and answered them all. Having seduced the boy, she knew she would do it again and again and wanted to train him to be a good lover.
She also emphasized the danger of ever telling anyone of their secret love affair. She explained that there were many people who do not approve of such things and would try to make trouble for them if they knew.
Moving the subject around to spanking, the woman told of how it was as a result of spanking him that she reached the stage of excitement that made her want to do more with him. Ted expressed an encouraging degree of interest then, so she asked if he would like to take her over his lap and give her a nice, hard spanking.
Although he was nervous about so drastic a reversal of the authority situation, there was no doubting that he very much wanted to see the mature bottom over his lap and feel the big, smooth cheeks under his hand.
Telling him to sit on the edge of the bed, she lowered herself across his lap and told him to go ahead and make it as hard a spanking as he liked.
She had never been spanked, but she sensed that it was going to be very exciting and that he wouldn't really spank hard enough to hurt her.
In the beginning, his spanks were timid and tentative. She told him to spank much harder and he complied. After that one urging, Ted began to spank hard and it became the most exciting thing he had ever done, as exciting even, as the sexual intercourse he had just completed.
Ted wanted to go on spanking her forever, but the red glow of her white cheeks frightened him into stopping. He began to massage what he had spanked, and while his mother still sobbed a little, there was sigh, then a series of them which told him that he had done no wrong after all.
After hurrying to the mirror to admire the tingling redness of her behind, in contrast to the white of her back and thighs, she fondled the hot mounds as she walked smiling back to the bed.
This time, she sat on the edge and took the boy across her thighs. She spanked him quite soundly so that he soon began crying and wriggling on her lap. The sound of his crying was so exciting, that she couldn't resist spanking a little harder.
Out of pity for him then, not because she wanted to, his mother stopped spanking and after rubbing the glowing cheeks a little, sent him to look at them in the mirror.
When he saw his mother beginning to dress, he begged her not to. Seeing that it could be fun to keep the boy excited, she decided on bra and panties as well as the garter belt and nylons she already wore.
"Gee," he sighed, "it must be nice to wear smooth things like that right next to your skin."
Pausing in the act of pulling her panties into place, she looked at her son and a wide smile spread across her face as she hurried to the dresser.
Turning, she handed him a pair of black nylon panties like her own.
"You wear these for now, darling," she said in an aroused tone. "Later, we'll go shopping and find you some nice sexy lingerie of your own."
It was a strange sight as mother and son walked from the bedroom wearing matching panties. The mother knew it would not be long before she would be able to arouse him again and that when she did, they would have sexual intercourse.
It was around noon when they dressed to go shopping. Under his trousers, Ted wore the nylon panties instead of underwear.
Hurrying home as soon as Ted's new wardrobe needs had been taken care of, they went to the woman's bedroom while he changed into the new panties, garter belt and sleek nylons.
As soon as the panties were pulled up snugly, she saw the form of his penis through them, erect and very strong looking. Embracing the boy, she pressed against the rigid penis as she told him to take her panties off and give her another orgasm by means of cunnilingus.
Leaving his precious panties on, Ted knelt by the bed and as his hands stroked her writhing body, he brought her to a delicious climax. After resting a minute, she told him to pull his panties down and come to her.
This time, she had a surprise for him that was also a surprise for her, as instinct told her to have the boy stand by the bed while she bent, took the slim but firm penis into her mouth and held it there until she felt the spurting in her mouth which forced her to swallow fast as she drained him.
Giving his posterior a few light spanks, she pulled his panties back up and they set about doing housework together.
Over the years, Ted's feminine training turned him completely into a young lady. By the age of eighteen, the bulge in the front of his panties had grown to an impressive size and despite his feminine outlook, he had learned to use the weapon well in any way his mother demanded.
He loved having his mother tell him what to do and when and how to do it. As for the woman, she was thrilled to have such a willing and loving slave at her disposal at all times. No husband, she reasoned, could possibly be as good as her lovely sex slave.
Under her careful training, Ted learned to bathe her so expertly, that she never completed a bath without at least two orgasms and she was bathed frequently.
After thirteen years of their strange but ecstatic love affair, Ted was left alone and helpless in the world at the age of twenty-five.
A friend of Ted's late mother took him to stay at her home until he could adjust to the shock of his mother's death. The first morning, immediately after her husband left for work, it was her turn to receive a shock as Ted, clad in panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels came smiling into the kitchen and asked her to take her clothes off for him.
As she stared at him in silent horror, he lowered his panties to show her his aroused penis as he told her how he and his mother had enjoyed the delights of cunnilingus, fellatio, sexual intercourse and spanking.
Ted refused to accept her refusal and the strange light she saw in his eyes told her that personal safety dictated that she comply.
Trying to keep fear out of her voice and her eyes, she removed her dress and slip, but was unable to avoid trembling as he took her into his arms and rubbed her with his penis as he fondled her buttocks through her panties.
Leading her to a chair, he sat, pulled her panties down very slowly and told her how pretty she was. Then he took her over his lap and began to spank. While she cried through the stinging spanking, Ted told her that she had a lovely big bottom for spanking and that she cried beautifully.
Thoroughly spanked and still crying loudly, the woman stood and allowed him to pull her panties up. After he took her bra off and sucked her nipples for a long time, she was forced to sit on the chair, take his panties down and spank him. When he became annoyed because she was not spanking hard enough, the woman stepped up the pace so that he got the kind of spanking he wanted.
His buttocks glowing, his eyes shining with madness, he took the woman by the hand and went into her bedroom with her.
There, after forcing her to admire her well spanked buttocks in the mirror, he took her panties off and after removing his, he had her lie back on the bed while he performed cunnilingus on her until she pretended an orgasm and he stopped.
Asked whether she preferred sexual intercourse or fellatio, the woman quickly chose sexual intercourse which he was more than pleased to provide.
Later, as he continued to lie on her trembling body, he whispered, in the only terms he knew, about how they would do so many wonderful things together in the future, the way he and his mother had done them. He promised her as well, that as soon as he was able to get another erection, he would bring it to her and allow her to perform fellatio for him.
In a little while, she was able to convince Ted that she had to go shopping to get herself some nicer panties and a new' garter belt so that she would look nicer for him later when she performed fellatio on him.
To her relief, he agreed to stay in the house so that he could accept deliveries.
A few minutes later, a taxi arrived and with a sigh of relief as she closed the door behind her, the woman went to the nearest police station.
After she had told her story, emphasizing that the young man was terribly sick, but not violent, she waited there as wheels began to turn.
A little later, there was a phone call and the woman was told that Ted had been in the house, still clad in his panties and nylons when the ambulance arrived.
She was pleased to hear that he had not resisted and had dressed and chatted with the attendants as they took him to the mental hospital.
Ted has since been released from hospital and is working hard at adjusting to life, but he will continue as an outpatient for a long time yet and there is no guarantee that he can be restored to manhood sufficiently to make a success of his life.
And so, a sick woman severely damaged and may have destroyed her son, but that, unfortunately, is the way of the world. Incest does happen and so does mental illness.
In my profession, we work hard and do our best, but our best is not enough. There are too many people in the world in need of our help and not enough of us to give to all.
CASE HISTORY
EARL
Earl was sixteen and his sister Edna twenty-one when fate stepped into their quiet lives. A car containing their parents and Edna's husband of five months was slammed off a mountain road near their city and all three occupants were killed.
A lawyer friend of the family ensured that the two were well provided for financially for life, but there was no compensation for the stunning shock of the three deaths and the fact that they were alone.
It was quite natural that they turned to each other in their need. A good student, Earl was a shy, timid boy who made few friends.
With a much stronger personality and advanced maturity, Edna became the leader from the outset and Earl was pleased to have it that way.
Edna decided that Earl would continue his education, while she looked after the house. He went along with the plan as he did with all her plans. It was easier for him that way.
Edna quickly adjusted to her new life, but it was an immensely more difficult task for the boy. Despite Edna's efforts to help him adjust, he dropped what friends he had and had no interests in life other than putting in his time in school, then going straight home to talk with his sister or read.
Edna decided that it would take time for her brother to get over the shock, so she stopped pushing him and let him do pretty much as he wanted.
Her first intimation that something was amiss came when Edna became aware that her brother kept staring at her legs when she sat, or bent performing various tasks around the house.
Since she too was suffering pangs of sexual hunger, she could understand that, but it made her edgy that her brother would look at her that way.
Again, Edna suggested that he should find girl friends as other boys of his age did, but he rejected the thought as she knew he would. She was the only girl friend he wanted and she couldn't shake him.
One morning, while making his bed, Edna was shocked to find a pair of her panties under his pillow. Picking them up, she found the obvious evidence of masturbation.
It was time, she told herself, to do something about her brother's condition. Her first thought was talking to a doctor about it, but she was forced to reject that.
It would break his heart to learn that his sister had told his guilty secret to an outsider. He would feel so all alone in the world then, that she feared what it could do to him. The thing she feared most was that he would kill himself.
That evening, after dinner, Edna convened a family conference of two. She told of how it was normal for healthy young men and women to have sex urges and how she had them herself. Bringing the subject around to masturbating, she admitted to him that from time to time she did the same thing and that, under the circumstances, there was nothing shameful about it.
Gradually then, she began to draw him out. It wasn't long before he was telling her about how excited he became when he was with her and how he wanted so much to see what she looked like all the way up her legs and under her bra.
As she listened to his outpouring, Edna was hard pressed to fight off panic. She told him that it was wrong for brother and sister to feel that way or to do anything about it.
Still, Earl persisted. He described in excited detail how, during the evening, he would look as far up her dress as he could, then slip out of the room to find a pair of her panties in the laundry.
At bed time, he explained, he would strip naked and while fondling his intensely aroused penis, would try to imagine her undressing in her own room and baring her whole body.
At other times, he went on, he would stand outside the bathroom door while she was in the tub and masturbate as he thought of what it would be like to open the door and walk in to watch her rubbing creamy lather all over her body.
But then Edna realized she had more to worry about than she expected. While she was horrified at the things her brother was telling her, she felt arousal building in her at the same time.
Telling her about the jobs of masturbation, he asked her how a woman did it. At first, she refused, thinking that it would not be a good idea to excite him more than he already was, but he persisted.
At last, Edna gave in and told him how it was done. She knew about male masturbation since, early in her brief marriage, while menstruating, she had agreed to masturbate her husband in bed one night.
It had been as thrilling for her, she recalled, as it had been for him. The sight of the fluid spurting from the big, swollen head was a delight she could still recall clearly.
To her surprise, Edna heard herself actually telling him all about it. Carried away with arousal, Earl opened his trousers and withdrew his stiff penis. It was, Edna saw, almost as big as her husband's had been and looked so exciting after not having seen a penis in months and with little likelihood that she would see another for a long time.
Earl gave a little groan of pleasure as she reached to wrap her hand around it and gave it a few tentative strokes.
Excitedly, he began trying to push her dress high up her thighs. Releasing his penis, she caught the hem of her dress and half slip and standing, pulled them slowly up her thighs until her panties were fully exposed. The fact that she was wearing a garter belt and nylons, made it even more exciting for Earl as she moved closer to him and invited him to feel her.
The invitation was accepted with more than just eagerness. He went wild as his hands felt everywhere and kept searching for even more.
Telling him to be patient, Edna unfastened her dress and took it off. Bending, she stepped out of her half slip. Edna was an extremely beautiful young woman and as she stood in bra panties and nylons, Earl was sure she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
She moved into his arms with fluid grace and taught him how to kiss passionately. Instantly, Earl returned to being a brilliant student as the passion of his kiss more than matched hers.
As their lengthy embrace continued, Earl fondled the firmness of her buttocks through her panties and moved his hand as far into her crotch as he could get it without knocking them both down.
The motion of his fingers between her thighs was sufficient to keep the young woman writhing against him so that everything became even more stimulating for the two of them.
And then Earl wanted more as he asked his sister to take all her clothes off so that he would be able to view her naked form.
This time, Edna drew the line, but only on a temporary basis. She told him he could look at her as she was while he stripped. She also assured him it would be much more exciting for him that way.
Without argument, Earl began tearing his clothes off. He had left his penis out and Edna watched it throb and sway while his clothing fell away into a loosely scattered heap on the floor.
Naked then, he came back into her arms and they kissed again, her generous breasts straining in the confinement of the bra and stabbing his chest while his right hand went on fondling the panties that would soon be shown him, for the first time ever, the body of a nude woman.
When she told him to unfasten her bra, his trembling fingers almost refused to function, but she decided to let him work it out without any help.
He finally achieved it and as the bra snapped open in back, he would have pulled it off quickly except that Edna pressed her arms to her sides and held it. While he stood with a puzzled expression on his face, she told him that a woman doesn't like being treated roughly and that it is up to the male to be gentle and patient when undressing his woman to help her achieve the right mood for the acts of love.
Telling him to sit on the couch, she sat beside him and indicated with her eyes that he should take her bra off then.
He was much more gentle this time as he removed the garment and gasped aloud at the beauty of her breasts. When he told her how beautiful they were and how the pretty pink nipples excited him, she told him to rub them and suck them a little to see what would happen.
At the mention of sucking, he took a short cut and drew one into his mouth at once. As he sucked on it, his hand fondled the other.
Edna had been passionate before, but now she joined her brother in going wild with arousal. She kept pushing more and more of her breast to him even after his mouth was more than filled. He tried to accommodate all of the delicious mound, but found that despite the driving of desire, there are physical limitations.
In time, they fell to the bed together and his hands moved to her panties. This time, she did not tell him to slow down because she wanted her panties off and wanted freedom to throw her legs up and open an invitation for him to savor her crotch.
A boy friend before her marriage had done it to her with his mouth a few times and Edna was wild about it. She determined that she was going to see that the boy learned it right from the beginning so that he would accept it as a normal sort of thing. It was a mistake she had made with her husband and she did not intend to repeat it with her brother.
Raising her buttocks from the couch, she helped Earl slip her panties off and thrilled to his cry of delight at the sight of her naked body. Although she still wore garter belt and nylons, they did nothing, she sensed, to lessen the impact of her nudity, and on the other hand, she felt confident, they heightened the effect in his eyes.
Drawing her legs up over her body and throwing them wide apart, she introduced her brother to the mystery of her vulva. There was another cry from the boy, then, to her surprised delight, his face was in her crotch and in a moment, his mouth made contact with her labia.
For a few seconds, she couldn't talk, then she told him of her clitoris and how he should find it and stroke it with his tongue until she climaxed.
It required a little time before he found her magic spot, but while he searched, the sensation was delicious and when he found it, her glad shriek told him to linger where he was with his tongue.
He did and in a little while, Edna achieved climax in a way that was better than anything her husband ever had given her with his rather tame version of sexual intercourse with a minimum of foreplay.
Earl asked why there had been no emission of fluid when she climaxed, but it was a little while before she could find breath enough to tell about the difference between male and female climax.
Although he couldn't really understand it all, the boy was impressed.
Besides, when Edna invited him to get between her lovely legs and have sexual intercourse, he understood that well enough and he wasn't about to question that or anything else.
At the outset, he had expected a scolding for taking her panties and masturbating in them. Later, he had hoped that, at best, she would either allow him to use her panties for that again or, hopefully, would take his penis into her soft hand and masturbate him.
This was the end of the beautiful rainbow and he found the best possible pot of gold as he looked between the waiting thighs while he lowered himself onto her and hoped he would be able to do it right.
But there was no chance of his doing it any way but right. Having gone this far, Edna was not about to permit failure. A hand, hers, reached between them and Earl felt it guiding him.
In a moment, his penis pressed against the moist warmth of her vulva and she was telling him to push it in. He did, expecting that it would all go in at once. With surprise, he discovered that it required a few pushes into the surprising tightness of her before his belly rubbed against her crotch and he was in to the hilt.
He didn't have to be told about stroking, because reading, overhearing conversations among other boys at school and male instinct combined to provide all the background he needed then to achieve his first act of sexual intercourse.
But for a moment, he didn't stroke though. Instead he lay pressing gently as he savored the warm, tight confinement of her vagina which, he was sure, would be enough in itself to cause him to ejaculate. Then her body began to urge him on, so he began stroking.
It was a brief project at best, but a lovely one for him and for his sister as well.
When he climaxed, it was difficult for Earl to imagine that what he had done was essentially the same as ordinary masturbation. His sister's vagina magnified the effects in every way.
For a long time, they lay together, reveling in the touch of their perspiration filmed bodies, then Edna told him that his weight was becoming too much on her.
As he rolled onto his side, Earl drew his sister around with him in an effort to keep his penis in her. He emitted a little groan of anguish as he felt it slip out of the warm nest and his sister told him that it would get big and strong again in a little while.
They continued to lie together as they talked and played until, after a while, her prophecy came true and her fingers, as they probed his crotch, found life surging back into his penis.
Moving down quickly, she pushed the head of it into her mouth. She had never done it before, but knew that some women found great enjoyment in the act. Another time, she promised herself, she would go all the way with it. Convinced then that it was strong enough, she told him to put it into her again.
He did and it proved more than just strong enough. Edna cautioned him to work more slowly this time and as a result, they were able to extend the act of a long, lovely time. By the time Earl ejaculated, Edna had climaxed twice.
After a little while, Edna told him it had been the best she'd ever known and he felt very proud.
Over the following months, they read widely as they sought all the information they could find to add variety to their acts of love and lust. And yet, one rewarding incident came quite accidentally.
They were walking through a park one Sunday afternoon, when a woman became exasperated with a daughter who seemed to be about six or seven.
To their amazement, the woman pulled the little girl onto her lap, bared her behind and administered a sound spanking which caused the victim to howl and kick.
When the crying girl was allowed to get off the maternal lap and replace her panties, Earl and Edna looked at each other. He told her he had gotten a very strong erection, which surprised them both since they had enjoyed sexual intercourse just two hours earlier. They hurried home.
They compared notes while they undressed and it was not long before Edna lay over her brother's lap as he spanked her bared buttocks.
When she discovered she didn't enjoy it, she told him to stop. They changed places and from the moment she began spanking him, Earl told her it was great, he loved it.
It became a regular feature after that. When they were in the mood, Edna would strip down to bra and panties as Earl stood trembling, waiting for the command.
She became the dominant mistress and he, her servant. After a lengthy scolding, she would lower his pants and shorts and order him onto her lap. He learned to love spankings so much that she would stop only when her arm was too tired to go on.
But just as Earl enjoyed his role of victim in the spankings, so did Edna become carried away by her role. She read everything she could find about female dominance and put it into practice with her younger brother.
To her immense delight, he was more than willing all the way. He loved to be humiliated and to play the role of servant in every degrading situation she could devise.
By the time Earl reached the age of twenty-one, the brother and sister had reached the stage where there could be no turning back. Their lives were so completely bound up in each other, that there could be no room for another person.
When some of the older neighbors began to drop hints that it was something less than proper for a brother and sister to live as they did, keeping entirely to themselves, Edna made the decision that they would move on.
It was not difficult to sell the house, since they did not have to demand a top price. As soon as the deal was completed, they moved to another city in another state as husband and wife. In that way, Edna pointed out to her brother, they would not have to worry about what their neighbors thought. They would simply be a happily married young couple who chose to stay alone.
In their chosen city, while they were about it they moved to the south in search of a better climate, they soon found and bought the house they wanted.
In his new role, Earl suggested he should find a good job and be the bread winner, but Edna scotched the idea. From her reading on the subject of dominant females, she knew that given a job and a more normal role in society, her brother could become less a slave and more dominant. She couldn't permit that to happen.
She pointed out that income from their investments was more than fifteen thousand a year and going up. It would be pointless, she went on, to damage their close relationship by having to get up at a specific hour each morning and leave her alone and bored all day while he worked.
As usual, Edna won her point. It was she sensed, another and perhaps the final test of her dominance of Earl. It turned out that it really was his last attempt at establishing some vestige of manhood and he willingly relinquished it to remain in the role of sex slave.
The case came to my attention when I received a letter, through my publisher, from Edna. (I am always pleased to hear from readers, especially if they disagree with my reasoning.)
In it, she charged that while I seemed to be fair in most matters, I failed to show enough sympathy for those living happily in incestuous relationships which brought satisfaction to both parties and caused no harm to society in any way.
When she offered to discuss her own case with me, I arranged to visit her city and spent two delightful days in their company.
They are a charming, intelligent young couple and I assure them here, as I did in their home and as I strive to make clear in all my works, that in the whole field of human behavior, my aim is understanding of people and their problems and pleasures.
While I may, from time to time, express sympathy, my readers will surely recall that I rarely, if ever, condemn.
I seem to recall a biblical admonition about he who is without sin casting the first stone.
All the best to you, Earl and Edna. May your lives be long and filled with love and happiness.
CASE HISTORY
PETER
Although my work does not often deal with male homosexuality except as it refers to other behavioral patterns, there is one case which, because of its nature, belongs in this chapter, as the reader will see.
We shall meet Peter shortly, but first we must introduce his father Colin. At fifteen, Colin formed an attachment for a boy two years older, who was a practicing homosexual.
Although Colin was not aware of this in the beginning, it was only a matter of time before the older boy seduced him and he submitted to buggery.
The affair lasted about a year, until the older boy left town to attend university in another city.
For a long time, Colin relied on masturbation for sexual gratification, but at the age of seventeen, he had his first affair with a girl and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Believing that the shame of homosexuality was safely behind him, he had affairs with other girls through his teens, but each time some male offered to make himself available, Colin was unable to resist.
At twenty-three, still fighting the homosexual urge, Colin made the classic mistake of thinking that marriage would cure the problem once and for all.
Considering the basis on which he had entered into it, the marriage was quite good and a little more than a year later, it produced a son whom they named Peter.
Both loved the boy, perhaps the more so since his had been a difficult birth and the woman could have no other children.
Their love became pampering, so that when Peter was eight, they were forced to realize that they had been less than efficient in guiding his development.
Having agreed on that point, the woman suggested that they try corporal punishment. The husband agreed and the following evening, when the boy attempted to stage a tantrum about going to bed at the appointed time, his mother took him to the couch with her and announced the new rules of the house.
That over, she lowered his pants and drawers, drew him over her lap and spanked him soundly. It was not really a long spanking, but long before it ended, Colin achieved an erection that frightened him with its intensity.
The parents were agreed that spanking was helping the boy, but he managed to require it fairly frequently, so that Colin experienced many erections while watching his son being spanked on the bare buttocks.
When the boy was twelve, his mother died and father and son were left alone. For a little while, as they tried to adjust to their new life, discipline was shelved, but it was only a matter of a couple of months before Colin realized it was a mistake.
The next time Peter acted up Colin decided it was time to resume spanking. As he lowered the boy's clothing the way he had watched his wife do it, Colin achieved an instant erection.
Turning the boy away, he adjusted it so that it would not be too obvious, then carefully draped the lad over his lap and proceeded to spank him. What had been terribly exciting to Colin as a spectator, became even more so as a participant. The spanking ended sooner than planned when the man feared he was going to ejaculate.
While the boy, still pulling up his pants, ran to his room to cry it off, the man hurried to the bathroom and masturbated.
Over the next few months, Colin tried to be completely fair about it, but he found it necessary to spank the boy every week or two.
Then, at the suggestion of Peter's teacher, it was agreed that the boy should be enrolled in a private residential school where he would receive more constant attention than his father could give.
Father and son discussed it for a long time and it was agreed that the boy would make the move. Peter stayed at the school for more than two years and returned home at the age of fifteen.
Although they had often visited during the school period, there was an almost tearful reunion between father and son as they agreed that Peter would not go away to school again, but would enroll in a local high school and work hard to keep his marks up.
That evening, as they sat chatting after dinner, Peter startled his father by making the admission that the thing he missed most during his time away, were the spankings he had gotten from the man.
Colin, when he got over the shock, assured the boy that there was nothing wrong with that. He went on to explain how it was really an expression of love, since when he spanked, it showed that he cared enough about his son to want to chastise him and make him a better boy.
Colin had other questions to answer then as Peter wondered if it were true that there had been enjoyment for him when his father had spanked him, or whether it was merely the passage of time that had made it seem so good in retrospect.
Colin told his son about how many people delighted in spanking and being spanked and how they formed clubs. He told the boy as well that there was a whole field of literature devoted to the subject.
The conversation remained on that intimate level until, by common consent, the boy stood and lowered his trousers and shorts to lie over his father's lap.
Passion flared in the man as he watched the boy lie over his lap. It had been so long and the boy had grown, but his skin was still almost girlish in its smoothness and his body was filling out nicely.
He began to spank. Right from the first slap, the man found it more exciting than ever. Peter made it even more so by writhing and bouncing on his lap, his buttocks jerking upward to meet each spank.
Sensing that Peter shared his delight, Colin made it the longest and best spanking he had ever given the boy.
When he did stop at last, again for fear of ejaculating, Colin almost cried out at the sight of the boy's erect penis which he tried to hide from his father.
As the boy scrambled out of the room without pulling up his pants more than necessary to permit him to run, Colin moved quickly to the bathroom. He had barely pulled out his penis to masturbate, when ejaculation commenced.
They met in the living room a little later and Colin saw that he was going to have to do something to put the boy at ease. He guessed what Peter was looking so ashamed about.
Asking the boy whether he had masturbated after the spanking, he received a blushing yes. Speaking gently, he told the boy that not only had he just masturbated too, but had done it every time he had spanked him over the years.
They were able to talk about it a little more easily then. While Colin talked about the joys of spanking and promised to get a lot of books on the subject, he could see his son squirming with excitement.
In reply to a later question, Colin admitted he had never spanked a female, but would love to. At the same time, he assured his son that his bottom had the smooth, silky quality of the female posterior and the boy seemed pleased.
The following evening, after dinner, Peter hurried up to his room while the maid prepared to leave. A few minutes later, confirming that the maid had left, Peter walked into the room where his father was pretending to read.
At the sight of the boy, Colin gasped and felt his penis leap to fully aroused life.
Peter stood smiling in the doorway. From the waist up, he was nude. Below that, he wore sheer, clinging, black nylon panties which displayed the bulge of his erect penis, a black garter belt and sheer nylons.
After pausing for a few seconds and turning slowly to display the equally arousing, to his father, rear view, Peter walked slowly to him and stood beside the couch on which his father sat.
"I always loved women's silky things," Peter said with a smile. "When I was a kid and you and mom weren't around, I'd often take my clothes off and put on her panties and nylons. I used to like her girdles too."
Colin showed full appreciation of the delightful surprise his son had prepared, by fondling the boy's thighs, buttocks and penis through the nylon.
It was obvious that Peter wanted to be spanked. Quickly, Colin got up and removed all his clothes except his shorts and socks. He sat then and signaled for Peter to get across his lap to be spanked.
Peter did so with an almost girlish sigh. In fact, with his penis out of sight, he well could have been a beautiful young woman submitting her body for a spanking.
Caught up in the spell of it, the man called his son Patsy, as he scolded her for being a naughty girl and told of how she was going to be spanked both on her panties and her bare buttocks.
Catching on remarkably easily, Patsy emitted girlish sobs and pleas as she begged her daddy not to spank her.
But both knew that it was a game and that the spanking was very much desired by both. For a little while, Colin fondled the nylon sheathed buttocks as he scolded the "girl" for her naughtiness, then began to spank. The nylon under his hand provided an extra measure of excitement for both spanker and spankee.
After a little while, the spanking ceased as, again scolding the naughty girl, he told her he was going to pull her panties down for a bare bottom smacking.
Suiting the action to the words, he slowly peeled the warm nylon down to reveal an even warmer posterior. Peter had very sensitive skin and it already glowed a bright red from the preliminary spanking.
The boy went on sobbing girlishly as Colin first fondled the tingling buttocks, then resumed spanking them. Although Peter cried seemingly uncontrollably through the spanking, his erect penis rubbed his father's thigh from time to time and told him that he was enjoying it immensely.
Never had Colin experienced anything as exciting as the sight of the crimson, feminine looking buttocks, heaving and threshing within the frame of lowered panties and the taut garter belt.
And then it became too much for the man.
"Kneel up on the couch, Patsy," he panted as he pushed Peter off his lap and hurriedly stood.
While the boy hurried to obey and knelt with his arched, red behind writhing, he watched his father jerk his shorts down and off and saw the big, urgent looking penis swaying wildly and with obvious eagerness.
Moments later, father knelt behind son and began fitting his penis into the warm, tight anus above the stretched panties.
At first, it was difficult to penetrate, but then the strength and urgency of the penis exerted itself and it pushed in. The man kept stroking until he had pushed it all the way in.
Then, pausing to adjust his position, he reached under Peter and fondled the equally aroused penis. He began stroking again and as he did, he masturbated the girl-boy with the same slow rhythms.
His body trembling all over, Peter ejaculated with a glad cry of relief. He was just finishing when the man's penis began spurting in him. Their bodies pressed and rubbed until it ended.
There were many things to .talk about then as both told of how everything had been so terribly exciting and enjoyable. Before the evening was over, they had made plans to go to the cottage Colin owned on a private lake, little more than two hours drive from the city.
They took two days to get everything in order, then, with his building supply business safely in the hands of his assistant manager, father and son left.
For both, it was a delightful vacation. They fished, swam, sunned, played cards, drank beer and did all the things two men can do on such a vacation.
But all these activities, of course, were merely things to fill in the time between erections. Peter had an impressive array of lingerie which included girdles and nylon pantyhose, as well as panties, garter belts and many pairs of nylons.
Colin had made preparations too. He had procured various strips of leather and pieces of light wood from which spanking implements could be fashioned.
During the first few days, they tested them all and both enjoyed their effect on Peter's always willing nude bottom. Since Peter couldn't decide which he liked best, the choice was left to Colin each time and his choice was always right for both of them.
There was something particularly exciting about the spankings when they took place outside the cottage. It was outside that Colin decided to experiment with a light switch.
They tied a pillow around the trunk of a tree just below waist level and Peter, nude, embraced the tree with the cushion protecting his penis as his father applied the switch to his heaving and plunging buttocks.
By the time it finished, Peter confessed that he had ejaculated into the cushion and had been unable to stop it from happening.
Undeterred, Colin stood behind the boy and pressed his penis between the red streaked buttocks. It was not long before he too ejaculated.
They returned at the end of the month, but went back to the lake again for the last two weeks of Peter's vacation to enjoy another marathon orgy.
Peter continued in his devotion to his father. He made no friends at school and wanted none. He had given his whole life over to his father and there was no room for other interests.
Plans had been completed to spend the Christmas vacation at the lake and Peter was rushing home from the last day of school when, his mind filled with thoughts of what was ahead, he stepped off the curb into the path of a fast moving taxi. He died instantly.
On hearing the news, the father went into a state of shock of such proportions that his doctor had him hospitalized. When he failed to respond to normal treatment, a psychiatrist was called in.
Colin was transferred to a mental hospital where he began a long series of treatments. For a time, his doctors feared that the damage to the man's mind had been of such a massive nature that they would be unable to bring him out of it.
They continued to work patiently, until, at last, the man was able to speak coherently enough to tell a few detail of his strange life with his son. Using drugs then, they induced him to tell the entire story of his life. With that much to work on, the doctors have been able to make steady progress.
Colin is still in the institution, but there is more hope for some measure of recovery.
Colin was an unfortunate man, himself a victim, who is paying a terrible price for what he did to his son.
CHAPTER FIVE
LESBIANS & VARIANTS
Lest the reader think that the printer has inserted an incorrect chapter into this work on the male sex slave, let me assure you that my publisher's excellent printers would never do such a thing. The chapter does indeed belong, as will be seen.
Those who have read my previous works on the subject of lesbians, (and of course, the many serious works on the subject that have been written) will understand that any attempt to fit the lesbian into a specific mold is as futile as seeking an answer to the question how high is up.
Out of the many, many catalogued lesbian types, we shall, for the purpose of this work, select the type who, while achieving sexual gratification only with another woman, can find immense sexual stimulation in dominating and degrading a male.
Under ideal circumstances, such a woman will achieve a state of arousal in this manner, then turn to her female lover for the ultimate gratification.
Referring back to the use of the word "Variants" in this chapter heading, I must admit that a more accurate heading would have read, "the male sex slave in relationships which do not involve sexual intercourse." It really wouldn't have been workable, would it?
In the terms of reference with which we shall work in this chapter, the variants are women who achieve sexual satisfaction in one manner or another without sexual intercourse.
Strange? Isn't life strange? Aren't people strange? Our files bulge with answers to these questions. If one were to attempt to classify such persons, years could be devoted to study, interpretation and questions related to semantics rather than sexology. In the end, one would, inevitably, end up putting them into a special category of "persons who achieve sexual satisfaction without sexual intercourse."
If I must then rationalize the heading of this chapter, let us say that it concerns women who subjugate males while not permitting them the act of sexual intercourse.
We shall see, by studying the following case histories, that, while on the surface, this classification seems shocking and difficult to understand, environment and experience lead many persons to it just as the same factors lead others into marriage, mortgage and two cars in suburbia.
Members of each class reject, out of hand, members of the other. Let us then, stop introducing the chapter and get into it by turning, as always, to case histories so that our characters may speak for themselves.
My final admonition, again as always, is that every case history used is actual and factual. As much as possible, what is written was taken directly from tapes and with a minimum of deletions to satisfy the sensitivities of the book burners or banners (is there a difference?) is couched in the language of those involved. Those who prefer medical texts may find them in the usual places. I feel that my role is to write for people.
CASE HISTORY
GILBERT
As is so often the case, Gilbert's troubles began with simple shyness. His three older sisters seemed quite normal in their emotional adjustments.
Until puberty, this caused him little, if any, trouble. He had a few friends and got along well with his sisters who liked him and often included him in their games.
After the arrival of puberty, his shyness began to cause difficulties. His old friends seemed to drift away from him. He had no natural ability at baseball or the other games they played and so, with the careless, unfeeling innocence of the young, they ignored him.
Telling himself it didn't matter, he turned his attention to school work and reading. His only other interest was the act of masturbation.
When he stood nude in his bedroom or the bathroom with his penis erect and throbbing as he stroked it slowly, he wasn't merely as strong and as good as the other guys, he was king.
Later, he added refinements to the basic act by means of looking at pictures of lingerie ads in catalogues before and during masturbation. In spite of having three older sisters, he had never seen a female either nude or in her lingerie.
During one masturbation session, his attention was caught by a pair of parties one of the girls had tossed over the edge of the laundry hamper. He picked them up and the material felt good in his hands, so good, that he just had to find out how it would feel to wear them.
They felt good. For a long time, Gilbert stood looking through the lingerie ads and fondling himself, front and back, through the panties. Before he realized it, he was ejaculating with the panties still in place.
He felt panic as he stripped them off, but then told himself that if he merely stuffed the soiled garment into the rest of the clothes in the hamper, the cleaning woman who did the laundry would never know.
He did get away with it and panties became a regular part of his masturbation. Becoming bolder, he stole a pair from the hamper and hid them in his bedroom. When the cleaning woman found them, she turned them over to his mother who was horrified.
As though not wanting to know what her son's problem was, she merely took him into her bedroom, loosed a tirade of verbal abuse on him and generally convinced him that he was terribly abnormal and a thoroughly dirty and evil boy. She also told him that she was going to warn his sisters not to leave their panties lying around where he could find them.
In that one brief session of uncontrolled anger, the woman did a thoroughly efficient job of destroying the boy. In this, of course, she was not unique. Millions of parents have done the same by using anger and punishment rather than understanding.
To complete the session, she picked up a wooden backed hair brush off her dresser, ordered her son to lower his pants and shorts, then took him over her lap to apply a stinging spanking.
While it hurt and the boy cried loudly all through the spanking, he discovered that there was a thrill in being held over the thighs of a woman. Despite the fires which raged in his buttocks, he was able to press and rub against the firm, mature thighs.
He had not been spanked in years and was startled to discover that, while it was painful, it was, at the same time, thrilling.
After the spanking, Gilbert ran to his room, still crying and lowered his clothes again. Through the big mirror above his dresser, his buttocks glowed an exciting red. He pressed his hands to them and savored the tingle. He masturbated and it was delicious. As he did, he could hear the loud spanks and feel the thighs under his writhing belly. In his fantasy, his mother wore a bra, girdle and nylons like the women in the lingerie ads.
For the next couple of weeks, Gilbert left his sisters' panties alone. His mother's words, combined with the fact that other boys didn't seem to like him, convinced him that he was indeed abnormal and dirty, but he didn't see what he could do about it. He told himself that later, when he was older, it would all go away.
Three weeks after the spanking which had never left his mind, Gilbert slipped into his parents' bedroom one afternoon when his mother was out. On a chair beside the bed was a pile of clothes she had left after changing. Neatly tucked under the pile were her panties.
Picking them up, he fondled them for a long time while he recalled the spanking and how thrilling it had been despite the pain.
Excitement racing through him, Gilbert dropped them on the floor beside the chair where she would have to notice them when she returned in a little while.
Gilbert ran to his room when he heard the car turn into the driveway. Hurriedly, he lowered his pants and shorts and fondled his buttocks as he admired the whiteness of them in the mirror. In just a little while, he told himself, they would be red and tingling and he would have felt the excitement of his mother's thighs and heard the loud slaps of the brush on his tingling rear.
The woman didn't go to her room immediately and the wait was frustrating for the boy. At last, he heard her go into her room. Less than a minute later, the door of his room flew open and she walked in carrying the panties and brush and wearing a look of pure rage.
Holding the panties in front of his face, she repeated all things she had said before and added some new ones.
Promising him an even harder spanking this time, she pressed the panties into his hands and told him to hold them while she spanked him so that he would think of the spanking if he ever touched panties again. (Oh, the irony of it.)
As she pulled his clothes down, it would have been impossible for her not to see that his penis was fully erect. Whether she thought it was as a result of fear, or was afraid to think of any alternative, will never be known.
Instead, she pulled him down onto her lap and began spanking. She made good her promise and the spanking he got then was far longer in duration than the previous one had been.
Before the spanking ended, so did Gilbert's erection. Still, when he returned crying to his room, it reappeared instantly as he lowered his pants and shorts to gaze into the mirror while he fondled the stinging orbs.
After a little while, the rough edges of pain passed and the delicious post-spanking tingle set in. For him, it was the most thrilling sensation in the world.
He masturbated very slowly and each time he was ready to ejaculate, he stopped so that the thrill could be kept alive. Gilbert maintained the erection for almost an hour before, as the tingle faded, he allowed himself to ejaculate at last.
That moment lived for years in his mind as the high point of his life. It was the moment when he first achieved the absolute in sexual ecstasy.
The next time he sought a spanking via the panty route, Gilbert's mother decided reinforcements were called for. His punishment did not come until much later in the evening when his father took him to his bedroom.
This time, as Gilbert bent over the back of a chair, a doubled leather belt set fires in his buttocks, but provided pain without pleasure. He never touched his mother's or his sisters' panties again.
Through his teen years, Gilbert continued masturbating. From time to time, he would steal a pair of panties from the laundry room of an apartment building, find a private place, strip naked and wearing the panties, would masturbate into them. Later, he would throw them into a garbage can.
A high school guidance counselor suggested to Gilbert that the service could be the right thing for him. There, the counselor pointed out, he would be forced to mingle with other young men and would learn to overcome his shyness and fear of others.
Excited at the prospects of becoming as normal as other people, Gilbert was barely able to complete the school term. He enrolled in the navy and waited for his wonderful new life to begin.
Seven months later, he was discharged on mental grounds. The psychiatrist's report indicated that continuation in the navy would lead to more serious mental damage and eventual insanity.
Dazed by it all, Gilbert stayed in the city where he received his discharge. He had been advised to consult a psychiatrist for consultation and advice, but he had no intention of doing so.
Mustering all his resources, Gilbert found a job as a laborer with a trucking and warehousing company. It was not easy for him, but he managed.
It was there he met Terri, "Terri the Terrible" as she was known in her lesbian circle. She had earned the name honestly since, in addition to the other games lesbians play, Terri insisted on beating and humiliating her partners.
From time to time, she found a lesbian masochist who, for a while, could take everything Terri handed out, but it never lasted.
What Terri wanted more than anything, was a smooth, gentle young man who would adore her enough to become her slave and take all the beatings she wanted to give him.
She knew it was unlikely though, because the man, if she could find one, would want sexual intercourse as well and she had no intention of allowing that to happen to her.
Terri had been introduced to that by her father at the age of thirteen. To say she didn't like it would be an understatement.
That night, while her parents slept, Terri crept out of the house and went to the police with her story. It gave her a wonderful sense of satisfaction when her father went to prison.
Furious at the trouble the girl had caused and the shame to which the family had been exposed in the community, Terri's mother used a leather belt on the girl's bare skin to express her disapproval.
Again Terri went to the police. This time, she didn't care what they did with her mother, she wanted them to send her to an institution where there would be no parents.
There seemed no alternative, so court officials ordered her admission to the most appropriate institution they could find. Among other things, Terri learned lesbianism there and learned it very well.
She received a few beatings while there and saw many being administered. Before she left to take her first job at the age of sixteen, Terri had decided that she would beat other people.
Taking a beating was unpleasant, as she saw it, but giving one looked like real kicks. By the time she met Gilbert, she was twenty-five.
Right from the start, Terri saw something fascinating in the shy, good looking youth. To her, he was more girl than man, so that every time she looked at him, she felt a shiver of arousal at the thought of having him naked across her lap crying as she spanked him.
She made a point of being nice to him, smiling at him at every chance and finding light jobs to which she had the boss assign him. At every opportunity, she would force Gilbert into conversation with her.
She played it skillfully, so that before long, Gilbert was enjoying their conversations and looking forward to more.
Since she had no partner at the time, it was a simple matter to invite Gilbert to her apartment one Sunday afternoon to chat and drink. Although he didn't drink, she assured him that he would like wine.
Gilbert was nervous when he arrived at her apartment. Noticing that he had bought new clothes for the visit, she thrilled. It was obvious that she was important to him and that was just what she wanted.
They sat chatting for a long time and she was careful to see that he drank enough wine, but not too much. Just as she predicted, he liked the wine and it seemed to help him relax.
Although she usually wore pants and mannish shoes at home, she was dressed seductively so that she looked very feminine in what she called her working clothes.
Terri was careful to direct the conversation in the directions she wanted. It was not long before her gentle leading had brought Gilbert, then nineteen, around to admitting that he had never seen a woman in lingerie, let alone naked.
She knew enough about life to know that all boys masturbate and decided that if she could lure him into telling her all about it, she would find out his most sensitive areas.
During her three years in the institution, Terri had heard enough about masturbation so that she was able to tell him some convincing stories about how she had masturbated. Seeing the spark of interest she was looking for, she went into great detail as she told him that she still masturbated very often.
In return, Gilbert was glad to tell his own story. He left out the points about the panties and his joy at being spanked because he felt they were shameful things that would make her hate him.
"Did you get spanked often when you were a boy?" she asked in a heated whisper.
Even before he could answer, Terri saw the light flash in his eyes. Looking down, she read the confirmation she wanted as his penis bulged in the front of his pants.
"People are so silly," she said after he admitted that he had been spanked a number of times, "about spanking. The world is full of people who like to spank and people who like to be spanked. And yet, they're too dumb to admit it. They think it's something to be ashamed about."
"Don't you think it is?" he stammered as he blushed furiously.
"Of course not," she said with conviction. "Just a week ago, this girl friend of mine came to visit me. She likes to be spanked and after a while, she knocked over an empty glass.
"Right away I jumped up and began giving her hell for it. She looked yummy standing there trembling while I scolded her. After that, I made her hold her skirts up while I turned her over my lap and spanked her bum until her nice round cheeks looked like a pair of big, red apples."
As she went on describing the scene in the same exciting whisper, Gilbert feared he was going to ejaculate as his penis went on throbbing in the terrible confinement of his pants and shorts.
"What did you do after the spanking?" Gilbert asked with intensity.
"Well," she hesitated as if shy about telling him, "I usually take my panties down and finger myself off, but this time, I was so hot that I took off everything and made her do the same." She paused again.
"Please go on," he said with a sob.
"Well, I laid back naked on the edge of the bed with my legs wide open ..." Terri went on to give a graphic description of how the other woman performed cunnilingus on her and how she reacted.
All Gilbert knew about that was what he had read and he hadn't been sure it was true. Hearing her tell all this in so intimate and convincing a manner, Gilbert lost all control of himself.
"Spank me! Spank me! Please!" He was almost screaming as she put her arms around him and drew him to her in a passionate embrace.
"Yes, Gilbert darling," she whispered into his ear. "I'm going to take your pants down and put you over my lap just the way your mother did. I have a hair brush I like to spank with and I'll really slap your bare bum with it. I'll make you cry and beg just like your mother did."
Terri saw and heard that he was crying already, but it was a cry of unbearable joy and anticipation. She told him to take all his clothes off so he could see him, she would take her clothes off.
Doubting that he could make it alone, Terri helped him. Her fingers were trembling too as she worked on the buttons of his shirt while he unfastened his pants and allowed them to drop.
When he was bare to the waist, she stroked his chest and told him he had- good skin. She gasped aloud as she pulled his shorts down and admired buttocks that were smooth and firm without a trace of muscle. She had spanked female behinds, she thought, that were far less attractive.
His penis reared in all its urgency. It was well developed and of at least average size, but beyond telling her how excited he was, it did not interest her. Later, she told herself, it could be fun watching him masturbate until it fell.
With a calmness that surprised her, Terri told him she would take her dress and half slip off and let him see how a woman looked in bra and panties. She went on to promise that later, after the spanking, she would take the rest of her clothes off and allow him to really see and feel what a woman looks like.
As she removed her dress, slowly and seductively so that he saw her well filled black bra first, she thought Gilbert would fall down as he trembled violently.
After removing her dress, she turned her back to him and slowly pulled her half slip down to reveal her clinging, black nylon panties through which he saw the shadowy cleavage of her fully rounded buttocks.
Below that, there were white thighs, suspenders and sheer nylons to delight his wide open eyes. Terri allowed him a few minutes to view her from all angles, then whispered that it was time for his spanking.
Walking away from him, she went into the bedroom for a hair brush. When she returned, she carried the brush and a pair of white panties in her hand. Handing him the panties, she went to a record player against the wall adjacent to the next apartment and turned it on to form a sound screen that would at least partially disguise the sounds she would soon be producing.
Returning to the young man, she stood with her hands on her hips as she scolded him angrily for having dared to take her panties. It was a lengthy scolding, punctuated with the gestures she made with the brush she was going to use on him when she finished.
And then she was finished and Gilbert was sobbing as he lowered himself over her thighs and turned his bottom to the desired position, the position desired by both.
He cried loudly from the first spank and she went on to give him stinging reason after stinging reason to cry more and more loudly.
Years before, when his mother had spanked him with the brush,, there had been the combination of pain and pleasure, Gilbert recalled. This time, the pain was minimal although he guessed she was spanking harder than his mother ever had. The predominant factor was ecstasy.
It was so much so, that as he writhed and threshed on her lap, his penis brushing her from time to time, he emitted an agonizing series of groans and ejaculated.
Terri paused with the brush held high and waited until he had finished. Then, when he began to sob an apology, she cut him off and scolding him for having defiled her body with his filthy male semen, she resumed spanking harder than before.
In terror that she had overdone it and ruined her wonderful opportunity, Terri dropped the brush and began to massage the reddened and bruised buttocks which heaved and writhed over her perspiration bathed thighs. She considered the possibility of apologizing for the severity of the spanking but decided against doing so.
Above all, she wanted him to become a slave and one does not apologize to a slave. Later, if he saw any sign of resentment, she decided, she would do so and promise not to beat him so hard in the future.
When Gilbert was able to speak again, her fears vanished. He was ecstatic about the spanking and the delicious fires which still burned in his buttocks. His thanks were the most sincere and the most lavish she had ever heard.
But there were fires burning in the woman too, although they were not centered in her buttocks.
Deciding to save the unveiling of her breasts for later, Terri stood and ordered the sobbing youth to kneel before her and take her panties off. He was more than delighted to obey. At last, Gilbert was going to see a woman's nude body, in all its glory.
The trembling of his hands did not really make the act of pulling the panties down difficult at all. There were many things which caused him to gasp; the exciting curves of thigh and belly at their juncture, the triangle of pubic hair, the magnificently rounded buttocks.
Terri rested her weight on his shoulder as she raised one leg at a time to step out of the discarded panties. Her pulses pounded as she walked to the armless couch and lay back with her buttocks on the edge and her lovely legs raised back over her body and parted wide.
Gilbert's introduction to the mystery of the female crotch was a perfect one, but soon, his eyes were taken away from it as she instructed him to press his mouth there.
It required a few shouted instructions before his tongue found her clitoris, but it did eventually and it was not long before she climaxed with a shriek of delight.
In time, both returned to a more or less normal state, as normal as could be expected under the circumstances. When Gilbert returned to telling her how sorry he was about having ejaculated on her, Terri told him she understood.
She elaborated that while she could understand it under the circumstances of his first spanking in years and his first real look at a woman's body, he was to ensure that it did not happen again. In future, he was to shout a warning when he felt himself coming close.
Gilbert assured her he would, not only because she wanted it that way, but because it would be much more thrilling to come out of a spanking with his penis erect and demanding release.
Realizing only then that she had promised more in the future, he sought confirmation from her.
"Of course, dear," she said with warmth. "As a matter of fact, you're going to come and live with me. We'll live and sleep together and have wonderful fun and interesting conversations.
"One thing I must warn you though," she went on, "is that we shall never have sexual intercourse."
Gilbert blinked at that. He had assumed that this mystery too would be opened up to him and he would know the delight of feeling his penis buried deep inside the warmth of a woman where his tongue had been.
"No, poor Gilbert. I don't swing that way. I can only function with other women. I am what is known as a Lesbian. With me, everything has to be on my terms. I have to say who and when and how, and that can never include a man using his penis on me.
"In fact," she went on "you are the first male who has seen my body since my father raped me when I was thirteen."
Gilbert wanted to know more, so she told him what it was like being a lesbian, described the many variations of lesbianism and told of many of the things they did when they made love to each other.
Gilbert was fascinated and expressed the hope that he would one day actually see two women making love. She saw him tremble with desire as she assured him that from time to time, she would bring her lesbian lovers home and allow him to watch as they made love.
"Quite a few chicks," she went on, "really dig having a John around when they make out." She didn't bother to tell him that the joy of it was showing the male what was available but that there was none of it for him.
"There's so much to learn," he said sadly.
"Of course there is, Gilbert," she replied encouragingly. "But the learning will be fun. Just leave it to me, I'll soon teach you everything you need to know to keep me happy. If you can't settle for doing it my way, at least you'll be in a better position to go looking for a woman who'll lay it out for you."
Gilbert was quick to assure her that he didn't mind at all as long as he would be permitted to see and touch her beautiful body and be spanked by her as often as she wanted to do it.
"Will you mind if I go to the bathroom and pull myself off?" he asked.
"I won't mind that at all, Gilbert, but you won't go to the bathroom to do it. You'll do it right in front of me so I can watch. I've never seen a man doing that and I think I'm going to like it. Later on, when you're ready again, I'll watch you doing it."
Gilbert wanted to see her bare breasts then, but she told him she was saving that for later to help him get another erection. Just to maintain his arousal though, she did permit him to fondle her breasts through the cups of her bra.
She saw the perspiration on his forehead and thrilled at the thought of watching as his mouth sucked at her long nipples. Terri had never had that done to her by a male, but she knew instinctively that when it happened with him, she would enjoy it. She told him about it and saw him tremble again.
During the rest of the afternoon, they talked of nothing but sex until Terri saw his penis returning to life. It was time for the final unveiling, she saw.
Taking the hair brush and her panties with her, Terri led him into the bedroom. The bed, he saw, was wide enough for two with plenty to spare. He saw no sign of another bed and his heart skipped a beat as he guessed that he would really sleep in the same bed with her.
But there was no time to ask about it just then, because Terri had sat on the edge of the bed, the panties and brush beside her and was telling him to take her bra off and play with her breasts.
Breathing heavily, Gilbert looked behind her back to study the catch of her bra. He saw the three hooks and reached to pull them open. His wet hands trembled so that it was a more difficult task than he had envisaged, but it proved to be even more exciting than he had expected before the last hook slipped and the bra fell loose.
Terri moved her arms a little from her sides and gazed in excitement as the wide eyed youth perspired while he reached to take the garment off and bare the first breasts he had ever seen.
Again he gave a little cry and again it thrilled her. It was going to be up to her, she decided, to ensure that he always thrilled at the sight of her body.
When she told him to, he ceased playing with her breasts and moved his wet mouth to the already enlarged nipples. Under his greedy kissing and sucking, they grew even bigger and firmer as she allowed herself to squirm to her heart's content.
Terri decided then that her nipples were becoming too sensitive to take more of the feverish sucking, so she drew his face away. As she did, she held his perspiring face in her hands and told him she wanted cunnilingus again. Before releasing him, she warned him to find her clitoris without having to be told and to work on it until she told him to stop.
Deciding it was one of the nicest orders he had ever been given, Gilbert dropped to his knees beside the bed as she lay back and opened her crotch for him.
Again, he paused with his face between her thighs to stare at what had been kept from him for so many years of suffering and wanting. She told him to get started and her tone was such that he obeyed instantly with a little cry of delight. He performed his task well as his hands rubbed her thighs and hips and he was rewarded when her crotch massaged his face as she cried out her shrill cry of completion.
With her hands tangled in his hair, she moved his mouth away from her vulva, but kept his face trapped in the silken confinement of her magnificent thighs as she told herself how good it was and how good it was going to be in the future.
In a little while, she told him to get up and stand with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. With his usual obedience, he did as she directed. In that posture, by straining his eyes, he was able to stare at her thighs and crotch.
While he did this, she began scolding him for having dared to show his penis to the little girl next door and for having her take her little panties down to let him have a look at her.
Telling him how naughty he had been, she told him she was going to spank his bare behind and make him cry. When he got over her lap, he discovered that the spanking would be administered with her lovely hand rather than the brush.
For the first few spanks, he wasn't sure it was going to be good enough, but then her palm began to slap a brisk sting into his buttocks and he knew it would be more than just good enough. It was delightful and his crying told her so in a most convincing manner.
After a long spanking, the woman told him to take her panties into his left hand and masturbate himself with his right. A quick glance at the excited state of his penis would have been enough to tell her how eager he was to accept that order.
It was the first time any person had watched him as he moved his cupped hand back and forth along his erect, throbbing penis and he was delighted to discovered that the presence of a naked woman made it far more exciting than it had ever been.
When he stopped so that the act would last longer, she told him to keep going with a little sob, he gripped the shaft of his penis again and went on stroking.
Terri thrilled at the way he bent a little from the waist and his whole body jerked as his semen spurted with good force into the panties he held in his left hand. As the spurting went from dripping to nothing, with just one pearl clinging to the aperture in the red meatus, she was beside herself with delight as she told him to wipe the end of his penis with the panties.
He taught her something about masturbation as he gave a squeeze forward along the shaft of the penis and forced out more of the semen that remained in the channel that she would have expected.
Sensing that the young man's usefulness was finished for the day, Terri sent him home after dinner and told him to get ready to move in the following day.
He was dressed and ready to leave when Terri thought of another service she wanted him to perform. Since they had eaten naked, it required no undressing for her to kneel on the couch with her buttocks raised high as she told him to part her buttocks with his hands and lick her anus.
After a little of that, she told him to curl his tongue and push as far inside as he could. Terri could tell by the way he did the job that he enjoyed it. When his tongue had provided a nice roughness to her anus, she told him to slip a finger into her vagina, find her ready clitoris and masturbate her.
When her orgasm arrived, she pushed back against his face and finger for a few seconds, then collapsed. Barely able to talk, she told him to go home and lock the door as he went out.
The pattern having been set, Gilbert fell into it with eagerness, an eagerness matched only by Terri's. This, she realized, was the dream situation she had longed for all the time, the fantasy that she had not even dreamed about for fear that it could never be hers. But now, the fantasy was fact. What had been a good life, was becoming a perfect one for the young woman.
Gilbert moved into her apartment the following day. After dinner, he stood nude in the kitchen washing dishes while Terri read the paper.
He did not resent it at all. He was her slave and it suited him to be that. His erect penis gave evidence as to just how happy he was. Later, he sensed, she would spank him or find other ways to have him serve her body. He recalled the thrill of the previous afternoon when, after masturbating into her panties, she had taught him how to wash them and hang them on the shower rail to dry.
Just as he was finishing the dishes, he heard her talking on the phone. She was talking to someone named Cathy and telling her about her wonderful new slave. As she went on telling her friend how good it was and how she would have to come and see him, Gilbert thrilled at her words and stood just inside the kitchen going through the motions of masturbation while making sure that he did not complete the act.
Later that evening, Terri took him to the bathroom, had him strip naked before undressing her, then taught him how to bathe her. When he eagerly learned that task, she had him assist her in sitting on the toilet. He learned then, how to minister to a lady who has completed the functions of elimination.
Before retiring that night, Terri took him over her lap and gave him a moderate hand spanking. When it was over, she told him where he would find bedclothes to make a bed on the couch in the other room. Seeing his disappointment, she told him that sleeping with her would be more interesting if kept as a special thing. Gilbert couldn't think of anything better than sleeping with her every night, but he sensed it would be wrong to press the point.
He moved in Monday after work. That night, he was allowed to sleep in the bed with Terri, both nude. He spent much of the night awake thrilling at the sight of her body at rest and finding a new vista each time she moved in her sleep.
Over the next few months, Gilbert worked anxiously at being the perfect sex slave. He learned to cook and do the laundry and became a better housekeeper than Terri had ever been.
Frequently, by way of rewarding him, she would sit in the kitchen while he prepared a meal or washed the dishes. In doing so, Terri would wear bra, panties and nylons.
But there were rewards Gilbert liked even more. They came when Terri brought one of her lesbian lovers home for an evening.
He was permitted to watch as they kissed and fondled, then gradually undressed each other until they were naked. Sometimes they would leave garter belts and nylons on. He like it better that way.
While he watched, naked, his penis erect and throbbing, they would do to each other all the things he did to Terri. After they had tired themselves completely, they would call on Gilbert to entertain them by masturbating very slowly as they watched from the bed.
One of Terri's frequent lesbian guests became his favorite. Before the women performed cunnilingus on each other, Terri would scold the fully dressed woman, then as the guest held her skirt up, Terri would lower her panties take her over her lap and spank her as hard as she spanked Gilbert.
To his surprise, he found it as exciting to watch the spanking of a woman as it was to be spanked. There were a number of opportunities to compare, since he was always spanked later.
After the women finished making love to each other, the guest enjoyed lying on her stomach while Gilbert knelt astride her thighs and masturbated on her buttocks. His job then, was to massage his semen over both lovely cheeks.
To ensure that the massage had been thorough, Terri would have him lick the woman's buttocks all over. Each day, Terri seemed to find some new chore for him and it was always done eagerly.
This case came to my attention through a friend of Terri's who was among her regular guests. Through this woman, I obtained Terri's permission to interview her and Gilbert.
She talked freely and assured me that her three years with Gilbert as her slave had been the best years of her life. She swore she will never tire of him and never want to replace him unless he chooses to leave, which both she and I doubt.
Gilbert was somewhat embarrassed about telling me his story, but the threat of being spanked in front of me gave him the necessary courage and he talked very easily after that.
Well, dear reader, there you have the story of another sex slave. He is still a virgin and that is not likely to change. It takes a special type of person to find happiness in this way, but Gilbert is precisely that type of person.
Whether or not you approve of sex slavery, could you find it in yourself to condemn either of them? If so, is your life as complete and happy as theirs?
CASE HISTORY
JOSEPH
Joseph's background gives little information relevant to his later story, so we shall glance over it only lightly. He was the youngest of four children, and from the time of his birth, his deeply religious parents decided that their only son would become a (priest, rabbi, minister) we need not be that specific.
He was a gentle child, easily reared, a good student and generally, an excellent prospect for the role in life his parents planned for him.
The one incident in his early life that was to return after many years of lying relatively dormant, happened when he was thirteen.
He was returning from an evening visit to the church and took his usual short cut through lanes and back yards. As he passed the house of some friends, he was stopped short by the sound of a girl crying bitterly.
Turning, he looked at a window that was open and had the shade drawn, but not quite all the way. Through that slot of light, he saw a woman sitting on a bed. Before her was the fourteen year old girl who was doing the crying.
She was holding her skirt and slip above her waist while her mother pulled her panties down and told of how she was going to spank her. It was the first time Joseph had seen the bare thighs and buttocks of another person and his penis leaped to erection.
His religious training told him he should leave at once, since to stay was sin. He sinned.
Still scolding the girl, the woman took her across her lap, pulled skirt and slip higher up her back, then, wrapping an arm tightly around the girl's waist, she began to spank the lovely white globes.
Joseph wondered why he couldn't feel sympathy for the girl, but there was no trace of it. Each time the woman's hand slapped a cheek, Joseph, who had crept silently right up to the window, saw the lovely mound of flesh jiggle and quiver.
The sound and sight of the slapping was delicious, but no less exciting was the sound of the girl's crying. Joseph wanted the spanking to go on forever.
For a long time, it threatened to as the woman displayed no intention of stopping. The girl was free to kick her legs and heave her buttocks and as she did, Joseph received more than a few exciting partial glimpses of that unknown, to him, region of the female crotch.
At last, the spanking ended and as the woman held her daughter on her lap to deliver a final lecture, Joseph gazed in disbelief at the redness of the girl's pretty buttocks.
There was another brief show for him as the girl then clambered off the maternal lap. The woman's dress had been dragged up her thighs so that, as she sat with her thighs well parted, he was able to see above the tops of her nylons to where the narrow strip of panty ran down her crotch.
Joseph was somewhat surprised to see that he had taken his throbbing young penis out and was fondling it. As the woman walked from the room and closed the door behind her, the girl stood with her back to the window, panties still around her ankles, as she reached under her dress with both hands to rub the sting of the spanking away, as if that were possible.
After a little while, she began undressing. As she did, Joseph found himself ready to ejaculate. Knowing that would spoil the performance the girl was beginning to give, he stopped masturbating and barely managed to hold back the tide that waited to explode.
Still sobbing, the girl went on undressing although it was a slow process since she was forced to stop frequently to wipe away tears which kept flowing. This was a bonus for the boy at the window, a tremendously exciting one.
Because her body was still trembling with her sobs, it took the girl a few seconds to unhook the catch of the white bra. And then it came loose and she drew it off her arms.
Directly in front of him, hung the beautifully firm, white breasts. They were about the size of oranges, but more conical information with exciting circles and tips such as he hadn't imagined.
They hung a little more fully as she bent to step out of her panties, pick them up and toss them onto the chair where the rest of her clothes lay in a pile.
While he watched, the girl went to stand in front of a full length mirror. Turning her back to it and looking over her shoulder as she twisted and postured, she studied the red glow of her buttocks with her eyes and her fingertips.
Joseph burned with the frustration of being limited to the use of his eyes only. He would have given anything for a chance to feel where she was feeling.
Just as the girl bent to get a nightie out of a drawer, Joseph decided the show was over. With a few quick jerks of his penis, he masturbated against the house.
As he did, he uttered a long groan of passion and to his horror, the girl froze with the nightie just at her shoulders, as she turned to stare wide eyed with horror at the open window.
When she jerked the nightie and screamed for her mother, the boy ran. He did not stop running until he reached home. Since it was only a short distance, he was not even out of breath when he arrived.
The next day, Joseph heard the story of a prowler in the neighborhood. Many of his friends expressed fear of going out at night, but Joseph was able to be quite cool and brave about it. After all, he knew who the prowler was. He also knew that he wasn't going to prowl again.
Not only was he afraid of being caught, but he was deeply concerned at having sinned as he had outside the window.
Although from time to time Joseph was unable to resist the urge to masturbate as he grew older, he didn't see another female body or any portion of one.
He entered the seminary in due time and began his long course of study. While some of the seminarians struck him as being very worldly, doing things like sneaking into the city at night to go to the burlesque house, Joseph was a model student.
His superiors encouraged him and were pleased when he so often asked for special lectures or discussions on various theological matters.
At the age of twenty-five, in an impressive ceremony replete with all the trappings of his church, Joseph achieved his goal. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he achieved the goal of his parents.
He was appointed an assistant at a small church and on the basis of the reports received on him from the seminary, was informed that he would soon be given a church of his own.
That happened less than two years later when he went to a small church in a working class section of the city. It was a one man operation and Joseph was delighted at the responsibility.
He threw himself into his work with vigor. One of his first tasks was to go among the people of the parish in an attempt to revive their faith and increase the turnout at church services.
Many had never been visited by their priest (I have decided it is futile to attempt to disguise the religion of our subject) and were impressed that instead of spending his time with the more influential members of the parish as other priests had done, he was really concerned about the ordinary people, especially the lowest class.
During the first year, he almost doubled the average attendance at Sunday Mass. As he continued to visit his flock, attendance and interest grew. Delighted with the results of his work, he stepped up the pace of visiting.
It was on one of these visits that he met Helga. Like many of the people in his parish, she was an immigrant from Europe. Her husband had been killed in an industrial accident and she was left with two children and little money.
They had been talking only a few minutes when the door crashed open and her eleven year old son ran into the house shouting over his shoulder that someone should "go to hell."
With a roar of anger, the woman sprang to her feet as the boy came into the room and stopped, frozen by her glare of anger.
Excusing herself to the priest, the woman grabbed the boy roughly by the arm and while telling him that later he would get a proper strapping, she lowered his clothes until his bottom was bared, then took him over her lap and began spanking him hard.
Each time she slapped, her big hand covered the cheek. Before long, the boy was howling and writhing but her very strong left arm held him tightly around the waist so that he could squirm, but had no hope of escaping from her broad lap.
Helga was a big woman and a strong one. There was no suspicion of fat about her, just bigness and strength.
As the crying boy writhed on her lap, Joseph again saw up the thighs of a woman administering a spanking. At once, his mind flashed back to the sight of the fourteen year old girl who had been spanked by her mother as he masturbated.
Again, Joseph had an erection, but this time there was going to be no opportunity to masturbate. While the woman, anger still coloring her face, went on with the task of putting even more color into her son's buttocks, the priest kept his eyes moving from her thighs and crotch to the bare behind of the boy as the big hand slapped it again and again.
Before the spanking ended, Joseph realized with a shock that he envied the boy. How thrilling it would be, he thought, to lie over the strong thighs of a big woman and have her beat his bare buttocks as she was beating the boy.
When the spanking ended, Joseph was careful to remain seated with his hands on his lap to hide the obvious signs of his erection.
Helga apologized, as her son ran sobbing from the room pulling his pants back up, to the priest for having made him uncomfortable by spanking the boy in her presence.
"Not at all," he replied. "It pleases me to see a woman take such careful control of her children."
"Then you don't think it is wrong to spank children like that?" she asked eagerly.
"On the contrary," he said seriously, "I think some form of punishment is necessary if young people are to be brought up to respect God and their fellow men. Do you also spank your daughter?"
"Oh yes, father," the woman assured him. "She is thirteen now and a very fine girl, but when she is bad in any way, she goes over my lap for a good bare bottom spanking."
Joseph kept the discussion on that subject and she was flattered that he should take such an interest in her family and that he obviously admired her methods.
As he urged gently, she went on to describe the various types of spankings and strappings she administered, the different positions the victims were forced to assume and the reaction of the children to each.
The erection that had begun during the spanking stayed strong and urgent. When the woman left the room to get the strap for his examination, Joseph took advantage of her absence to reach into his trousers and tuck his penis into a position where it would not be so obvious.
Returning with the strap, it turned out to be a slightly cut down razor strap which, she told the priest, they had brought from Europe with them. She told him that it had been used on her when she was a child, and inviting him to run his fingers over the smooth surface, she stated proudly that it had been polished by many bare bottoms over the years.
Joseph could wait no longer. Standing and fastening his jacket at the same time, he asked if he could use the bathroom. Inside, after checking to assure himself that he could not be seen, he eased his erect penis out of his pants and while visions of chubby buttocks bouncing under a spanking hand, he masturbated into the toilet.
After a couple of minutes, he felt capable of seeing the woman again. Assuring her that she was an excellent mother, he took his leave.
During the next few days, he was rarely able to get his mind off the spanking of the boy and the girl many years ago. Over and over again, he saw the writhing, red buttocks and the thighs of the women as they spanked.
If only they had not been wearing panties, he thought, he would have been able to see that portion of woman that was still a mystery to him.
A week after the spanking incident, the woman appeared at the rectory in an obvious state of agitation. Expressing her regret at bothering him in the evening, she managed a faint smile as he ushered her into his residence and told her his parishioners were always welcome at his door at any time of day or night. He then waved her to a comfortable seat and asked her to tell him what was wrong.
Tearfully, the woman told of catching her children both naked and touching each other in intimate places. At his urging, she described how the boy was lying on his back, while his sister knelt astride him so that he could see and touch her buttocks and vulva, while she toyed with his penis which was erect.
They agreed that for sister and brother to do such things was a terribly serious sin. Helga told him that in her shock, she had not yet punished them. Instead, she had taken the girl to stay at the house of her sister and left the boy alone at home while she sought guidance from the priest.
Before long, the fate of the boy and girl had been planned.
The following evening, she ushered them into the rectory where he awaited them. Inside, he conducted the group to a second floor bedroom where, as they stood with head bowed before him, he spoke to them of the evil of sin and especially that which is committed between brother and sister.
After the sermon, mother and daughter left the room as the priest heard the boy's confession. When it was over, the priest informed him that there would be no prayers for penance, since that would be looked after later, when he had heard the girl's confession. Later, as the boy left the room to wait outside with his mother, the thirteen year old girl confessed and went out to get her mother and brother.
As the children stood before him again, the priest told the young culprits that as penance, they were to be both spanked and strapped by their mother.
While the boy left the room to wait in the confinement of a closet from which he would hear but not see the spanking of his sister, for his turn, the priest placed a comfortable, armless chair in such a position that he would have an excellent view.
Meekly, the girl raised her dress and slip, waited for her panties to be lowered, then went over her mother's lap for a brisk spanking. During the spanking, the priest saw the woman's thighs, but not her panties.
When the crying girl exchanged places with her brother in the closet, Joseph's luck improved as, in lying over the woman's lap with his bottom bared, the boy dragged her clothes up enough so that he saw the strip of white nylon in her crotch.
Again, she administered a very sound spanking which caused the boy to cry loudly and beg for mercy as he promised his mother that he would never do such a thing again.
After the spanking, the boy was told that instead of replacing his pants, he was to strip for the humiliation of being strapped while stark naked.
Crying as if his heart were breaking, the boy did as he had been told. As he assumed the strapping position, bending from the waist to grip the foot of the bed, the priest saw it would not be satisfactory for the strapping of the girl. The woman then told the boy to move his feet wider apart and the priest was barely able to stifle a sigh of satisfaction. The spreading of the feet not only provided a finer target for the strap, but provided a complete view of the crotch.
Taking up her position beside the boy which gave Joseph a perfect view, the woman took a firm grip on the formed handle of the strap and began laying it on. Through the strapping, the boy danced from foot to foot and filled the room with his crying which formed a perfect background chorus for the loud sound of the strap meeting his arched, brightly colored buttocks.
Through the strapping, the woman grunted and panted, her big breasts heaving, her firm buttocks pressing against the tightness of her dress. Widening rings of perspiration formed under her arms and made her an even more exciting sight for the priest whose penis was threatening to explode with arousal.
And then, just when the priest was sure the boy would faint from the weakness of his screaming, the woman stopped strapping. Turning to the priest, she asked if he would check the boy's bottom and decide whether he had been sufficiently punished for his sin.
Hurriedly, the man joined her as they tested the cheeks for hotness with their fingers as well as visually. It was agreed that the punishment had been severe enough and the boy was permitted to dress and go home.
And then it was the turn of the girl. As she heard her sentence pronounced, she gasped and found a new supply of hot tears. Trembling violently, she stood before the two and began removing her clothes.
As she began to remove her bra, the girl attempted to turn away from the priest, but her mother stopped her and pointed out that having bared her body to her brother, she would now suffer the humiliation of baring it before the priest.
Instantly he saw the beautiful breasts, Joseph realized that they were considerably bigger than those of the older girl he had seen so many years ago. Almost grapefruit sized, they were firm mounds of whipped cream with cherry tips, he decided.
He thrilled at the way they bobbed as the girl pushed her panties down to bare the nicely developing patch of pubic hair. In removing her panties, she gave the man a preview of her crotch, enough of it to make him want to see more.
And then, weeping and trembling, the girl moved to the foot of the bed and bent into position. Joseph felt panic as he saw that her feet were not wide enough apart. To his relief, her mother saw it too and ordered the girl to adopt the correct position.
When the victim proved unwilling or unable to do so, the woman wrapped a strong arm around her daughter and rained a shower of spanks all over the backs of her thighs. The girl shrieked a promise that she would do as she was told.
When her mother released her, trembling legs parted wide and for the first time in his life, the priest saw a vulva. The sight of it caused him to perspire and tremble violently.
But he perspired more as the woman set about strapping her daughter as severely as she had earlier strapped the boy. Again, the priest was asked to examine the blazing red bottom after the strapping and hoping the mother would not notice, he felt her lovely, plump buttocks a little more intimately than he had done with the boy.
As soon as mother and daughter left, he hurried into his room, stripped naked and masturbated. While doing it, he knew he was not going to find peace of mind until he found a way to have the woman spank him.
Only one thing cheered him and that was the fact that as they watched the daughter dress after her strapping, the woman was obviously aroused sexually. He was sure of it as he sneaked glances from daughter to mother. If spanking of her children aroused her in that way, then there was a ray of hope for him if he could find the right approach.
When, more than two weeks later, he had still found none, he went to her house during the afternoon when he was sure her children would be in school.
For a little while, they chatted about the importance of discipline not just to children, but, in one form or other, to all persons, regardless of age. From there, he took the plunge.
Telling her that he was terribly in need of punishment, he asked her to spank him.
There was a gasp from the woman and he held his breath until he saw the lights dancing in her eyes. She told him how delighted she would be to be able to help a priest in any way. It was arranged that she would visit the rectory that evening.
After having spent the longest five hours of his life, Joseph was dressed in grey flannels and a sport shirt when he admitted the woman to the rectory punctually at seven.
For a few minutes, both were nervous as they discussed how they would go about it. As they talked tension gave way to arousal and things became much easier.
When the plan had been worked out, Joseph removed his shirt, singlet and shoes. He stood then, hands behind his back, head bowed, as his "mummy" scolded him.
She improved as she went on and it became a realistic scolding. As each word hit him, he trembled and felt tears welling up in his eyes.
And then the scolding came to a temporary end as the woman moved to him and announcing that she was going to strip him naked and spank him, she unfastened his belt and opened the front of his pants.
As she pulled them down, their eyes met in focus on the straining bulge in the front of his tight briefs. After she helped him out of his pants, he groaned with passion as, for the first time in his life, a woman looked at his erect penis which stood long and strong, the head swollen and purple with passion.
Helga resumed scolding then as she sat looking straight ahead at his penis, throbbing just inches from her face. He saw her mouth opening and closing so close to the end of the aroused organ and felt a compelling impulse to push it right into her mouth.
He didn't though and then, in response to her command, he was bending to he over her lap with his knees bent under and his nude buttocks presented ideally, just to her right.
Her arm was around his nude waist then and Joseph, just then, felt a thrill that was unlike anything he had known in his entire, sheltered life.
"Oh don't, mummy," he heard himself sob as the children had sobbed. "Don't spank me, I'll be good ... "
But Helga understood and handled her role well. With a stem tone, she told him that no amount of pleading would do him any good. She was going to give him a good spanking for his badness and nothing would change that.
He felt her arm tighten around his waist and then, with a little grunt, she delivered the first spank. There was no way Joseph could describe the joy he felt contained in the sting of that first spank, the first in his entire life.
After a brief pause to allow him to savor the sting of his first spank, the woman renewed her grip around his firm waist and began spanking in earnest. Her words matched the sting of her spanks as the man sobbed, pleaded and writhed on her firm, exciting thighs while delicious fires burned a blaze of excitement in his buttocks.
Each time he felt he would not be able to endure the sting of the next spank, he found himself welcoming it. He could not believe the joy a spanking provided him. While he had considered watching a spanking the most exciting thing in the world, it paled into insignificance before the real thrill of being spanked by a strong, mature woman who kept her words of approbation as stern as the spanks which made sure that the fires kept burning under the skin of his hot buttocks.
And then, the spanking finally ended and the woman was helping him to his feet. For a moment, he stood with his hands clapping the delicious heat in his buttocks as if to retain it forever. As he did, his rampant penis surged in urgent demand.
With a different cry, he turned then and actually ran toward the bathroom. Before he could close the door, Helga pushed it open and followed him in.
Standing close behind him, she reached around and took his penis into her right hand. While she whispered gentle words of comfort into his ear, she stroked the throbbing organ until she felt him tremble on the brink of ejaculation. Aiming it down then, she gave two more jerks and held it aimed down as he spurted his pent up passion into the bowl.
"There, there, father," she whispered as her left hand rubbed his chest, "it's better this way. Let it go, father, let it go." As she spoke, her hand squeezed his softening penis and urged the final drops out.
When it was finished and the man was obviously drained, Helga took a piece of toilet tissue and carefully wiped the meatus of the spent organ.
While the priest fought to regain his composure, Helga whispered that he should tell her the next time he needed help, then, patting his glowing buttocks, she said good night and walked out of the bathroom.
Later, when Joseph returned to the room in which he had been spanked, the woman was gone.
For the next week, Joseph wrestled with his conscience. He knew he had sinned and that as a priest, the sin was much greater. He knew too, that he should never have become a priest since he could not live up to the strict rule of celibacy he had taken before his God.
The obvious answer, he knew, was to resign his charge and return to the secular world. He saw that it was a sacrilege to go on being a priest, administering the sacraments and carrying out his priestly duties, while wallowing in sins of the flesh.
And yet, he could not resign while his mother still lived. His father had died shortly after his ordination into the priesthood, but while his mother lived, he knew he could not break her heart by leaving the priesthood.
In the Catholic church, there is a generally accepted belief among many of the faithful, that the mother of a priest goes directly to Heaven at death without purgatory. He could not find it in his heart to take that away from her, even if it meant roasting in the eternal fires of hell in which he believed so sincerely.
Little more than a week later, when he met Helga while walking on one of his tours of the parish, the sight of her and the remembered knowledge of her excellence as a spanker caused him to ask, instinctively, that she come to see him that evening.
When she did, the same pattern was followed as she scolded, spanked and masturbated him. The only difference this time was that before she began masturbating him, the woman lowered her panties and performed digital masturbation with one hand while bringing him to climax with the other.
That evening, they had a long discussion and the next day, the priest offered his housekeeper to the pastor of a newly built church. Arranging for her sister to look after her children during the day, Helga became housekeeper to the priest.
It was quickly arranged that Helga would not wait to be asked before spanking him, but would pick a time when she knew there were no callers expected and would then find him guilty of some offence and sentence him to a spanking.
As she took command of the situation to a greater extent, Joseph's delight grew commensurately with his slavery.
Gradually, the situation changed. Helga bought a razor strap and cut it down short enough so that she could use it to spank him as he lay over her lap.
The first time Helga removed her dress and slip while preparing to spank him, she saw him tremble with arousal at the sight of her strong body pushing through the bra, garter belt and panties.
Her concern over the spiritual aspects of priesthood long gone, she kept stepping up the pace. For the next spanking, she removed her bra as well and fondled her big breasts as she scolded him. As she brought her nipples to full extension, she saw him lick his lips.
After a sound spanking, his 'punishment' consisted of submitting to sucking and fondling them before they went to the bathroom for their masturbating session.
Cunnilingus was next. It was a thrill the woman had not experienced since before her marriage, fifteen years before. After a thorough spanking, the priest knelt and removed her panties on command.
She told him exactly how to do the act, and as always, he obeyed instantly. After he brought her to climax, she rested for a moment, then masturbated him in the bedroom while telling him what a nice boy he was.
It is hardly surprising that, in time, he asked her for sexual intercourse. Instinctively, she said yes, but then a new thought came into her mind.
She had established the relationship of mistress and slave, she reasoned, so what better demonstration of that could there be than refusing the man the most natural act of any male-female relationship.
When she told him about her change of mind, he began to whine in protest, pointing out that at his age, it was terrible not to have ever experienced so basic an act.
As punishment for daring to question a decision of hers, Helga took him to the bedroom, stripped him naked and taking him, already sobbing, over her lap, she applied a severe dose of razor strop while warning him that all decisions were hers to make and his to obey without question.
Kneeling before her, he meekly begged her pardon for his conduct and swore that he would never again question anything she said.
After he removed her panties and brought her to climax by cunnilingus, she hugged him and told him she was going to give him a nice reward for being a good boy.
The reward consisted of her lying on her stomach with her thighs pressed tightly together. He was permitted to straddle her and masturbate with the head of his penis pressing between her buttocks. He loved it and expressed the hope that she would permit him to do it that way often.
While he cleaned her buttocks, thighs and crotch with a damp washcloth and towel, she told him that as long as he was a good boy, she would permit him to do it that way often and would also permit such variations as using her breasts as an exciting vagina, having him lie atop her with his penis between her thighs and other variations.
But before he could experiment with many of them, the priest was summoned to the office of the bishop.
To his horror, he heard the bishop read a report which made it clear that his relationship with the housekeeper had come to light. It had been triggered when the sounds of spanking and crying had leaked through the walls of the building.
Amateur detectives, including one from the bishop's staff, began spying in earnest and soon obtained a complete dossier on the priest's sex life. A sound activated tape recorder hidden in the room where most of the spankings took place, provided the essential evidence.
Joseph was relieved of his parish and Helga was fired at once. He was instructed to place himself in the hands of a psychiatrist for treatment and to spend his time in prayer, penance and contemplation to find the road back to priesthood.
Vowing to do so, the young went to a psychiatrist and told his complete story. After the fifth consultation, he received word of his mother's death.
He was free at last. His hours of contemplation had told him that the priesthood was not for him and that he had been railroaded into it by his parents, brainwashed from birth to a life he did not want.
On the day of his mother's funeral, he phoned his doctor and informed him that he would not be returning. He went on to state that he was going to marry Helga and that with the money and property he had inherited from his mother's estate, as well as his education which would qualify him for many jobs, he was looking forward to a happy life.
He even saw an ironic justice in the fact that his mother, who had destroyed so much of his life, would be financing his new life.
Joseph and Helga did marry, the children were enrolled in a private residential school and Joseph delights in his happy new life as a sex slave.
As her wedding gift to her husband on the first night of their marriage, Helga gave him a good spanking and his first taste of sexual intercourse.
He had sexual intercourse with her on their anniversary and will enjoy it again on their second.
And so, two more people, one more case history of a sex slave and a dominant mistress.
As is so often the case, had either person teamed up with another, the story could have been so different. Then, rather than two happy people, there could well be the story of four or more miserably happy ones.
If a week ago, you had discovered that somewhere among your circle of close friends, a seemingly average man lived as a sex slave to his wife, perhaps you would have been horrified and even revolted.
Having read this book, I can only hope that your reaction would be different today, that you would be able to understand and to respect the rights of others to live as they choose to live while doing no harm to anyone.
This, after all, is my purpose of writing the books I choose to write. With my qualifications, I can give no great gift to mankind, but if I can lead those who read my work into a climate of tolerance and understanding, then I shall be content with my own modest monument on which I shall sit and smile in the twilight of my life.
I bid you not Pax Vobiscum or Vaya Con Dios, but go with understanding.
