The most amazing thing that has happened to me lately, has been the tremendous upsurge of bondage and discipline cases that has come to my attention.
Perhaps it is a backlash to the women's movement. I don't really know at this point. All I can say is that my observations have been that more and more middle-class Americans are getting into smacking each other around. Not in an extremely cruel way, but beginning playfully.
I hear countless tales of how being wrapped up in ropes, or silken ties, or whatever, is just about the greatest thing that has ever happened to various marriages.
Naturally, I voiced my own private opinion that this was just a lot of bullshit. But I must now confess that I just didn't know where it was at.
Apparently, the idea of being someone's prisoner is exciting to certain people, as is the idea of being a warden of sorts exciting to others.
Enclosed are eight case histories of bondage and discipline cases. I'm sure you will get as much out of them as I did.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Carl P. Age: Twenty-Two
INTERVIEW ONE
Carl entered my office, looking sheepish at best. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and was about five foot ten inches tall.
His slender body was dressed in levis, a cowboy shirt, cowboy boots, and a kerchief at his neck.
I thought this was odd apparel for a drugstore manager.
He began to speak shyly at first, but I tried to show by my attitude I was not there to hurt him, rather that I was there to help him. After all, he was paying me!
That's one thing, (that's neither here nor there at the moment) but I can't stand it when my colleagues act as though their doing a patient a big favor when the poor guy or woman is laying out all this money to talk to him!
I offered him a cigarette. Though he had his own, he took one of mine and I could sense the tension beginning to drain out of him.
He then began to speak, though he couldn't meet my eyes at first. This was fine with me. I could stare out the window and just concentrate on his words.
My wife, Judy, and I have been married for a long time, considering the fact that both of us are so young.
We dated in high school. She was my first girl, and I know I was her first guy. It was the kind of thing where everyone expected us to get married, so we did.
Anyway, I suppose by everyone else's standards, we had a great relationship going, but to the two of us, (and we had no need to he to each other), we knew it was going stale.
I was at my wit's end, trying to think how I was going to inject some life into this miserable situation. I loved Judy. I wanted to be with her, but I wanted something more out of this whole thing too.
I wanted to talk to her about it, but every time I tried to say something to her about it, she would clam up.
I began to get angry.
I can't stand people not being up front with me, because I feel I'm that kind of person. An up front guy!
Anyway, one night I came home from work, and believe me, it had been a hectic day. I had so many complaints at work, I was beginning to go up a tree.
And there's my fucking wife, Judy, sitting at the kitchen table at fucking six o'clock at night, in her baby doll pajamas!
Well, I fucking hit the roof!
Dishes were in the sink, the dog hadn't been fed, garbage is all over the place.
"What the fuck kind of shit is this?" I yell at her.
She looks at me as though I can go and take a flying fuck for myself.
"What do you mean?" she has the nerve to ask me!
"You fucking well know what I mean, you dumb cunt!" I rage back at her, and the next thing I know, without really even thinking about it, I haul off and smack the shit out of her.
Now she's lying on the floor, crying her eyes out and I really kind of feel sorry for her, but I'm so pissed, I can't see straight.
I see her, though, lying in a big fluff of baby doll pajamas on the floor and my cock gets all hard!
This is what really blew my mind! I mean, how could I, knocking the hell out of my wife, get an erection over it, Doctor?
Anyway, I don't know what comes over me, but I unzip my fly and I take my swollen cock out and I say:
"Fucking suck me off!"
She stares up at me, and I can see the spittle starting to form around the corner of her mouth, and I know she's getting turned on too!
This is fucking wild, I'm thinking to myself. I force my cock over to her lips and grab her by the hair, and I'm expecting this kind of rebellion shit from her, but she opens her mouth real wide and the next thing I know, her tongue is running up and down the length of my prick like she's fucking starved for cock!
She's sucking on my balls and she's licking my joint and she's making these real strange noises like she's going out of her mind!
I couldn't believe it!
Not that Judy and I aren't into oral sex or anything like that. Shit, we don't live in the backwoods! Anyway, I can see she's more turned on now than she's been in months. And the more she's turned on, the more she's turning me on.
I'm pushing my cock in and out of her mouth so fast, that if there was an award for speed, I would have won hands down!
Anyway, she's sucking and she's slurping and she's got her eyes closed like she's in heaven or something and I can see that this is the best fucking sex the two of us have had in months!
And the thing that blows my mind is how come? I mean, I had been brought up on the kind of tradition that says you treat women with respect and that's always what I had treated Judy with, only now I can see where she's really digging being manhandled!
Doctor, believe me when I tell you, I was beginning to feel like a monster! But a very happy monster!
Anyway, I've got my cock shoved so deep in her throat, I feel it's going to come out the back of her head, but she just keeps taking every thing I can give her.
I don't mean to brag, but I'm really hung, so when I say I'm pushing a cock into her throat, I'm not talking about some thumb-sized peanut!
I'm going to come pretty soon, and if there is one thing I've always been concerned about is making the woman happy. I can't see where she can be all that happy with having me slap her around and then shove my cock into her throat, but apparently, this is doing something for her.
It sure as shit is doing something for me!
I've got her by her hair now. (She's blonde), and I'm fucking pulling her hair out by the but the harder I pull, the more she sucks my joint!
"Oh shit!" I tell her. "I'm going to come!"
I suppose I should tell you that although we have a pretty tight relationship, I've never come in her mouth.
Yeah, I know that sounds pretty weird to you, but we've always had an understanding that when I'm getting ready to come, I'll just shove it up her cunt and come there.
After all, she can douche her cunt and she told me frankly, she doesn't like the taste of my scum.
So anyway, now I'm really going to come, but I'm not about to let go of her head. I've got her so tight, that if she doesn't cooperate with me, she's going to fucking drown, but I don't even care about that.
All I care about is having my gism shoot down her throat.
Well, when I came, and believe me I came! She just swallowed every single drop like it was the nectar of the gods or something.
I could hear her gulping away, really enjoying it for the first time.
Well, naturally, this just turned me on even more and increased my enjoyment of this blow-job better than any I've ever had.
I see her on her knees, her ripped and torn baby doll pajamas, sagging off her body and I kind of felt sorry for her.
Then, something happened to me, and right when I'm at the peak of my enjoyment, I haul off and smack the shit out of her!
'That's for you, cunt!" I tell her. "When I come home, I don't want to see this shit in the kitchen anymore!"
And then it's all over for me, believe me. I became weak. My knees started buckling, but she's holding me up with her mouth.
Then she wipes her mouth all dainty like, and I put my cock away.
"No!" she tells me. "I want some more!"
"Have you been drinking?" I ask her.
I've read and heard that bored housewives will take to the booze if their not getting what they need.
"Don't be silly, master!" she says.
"Master!" I yell.
I can see it's a game with her now. The beginning of the game, but I can dig that. I can give her a game, if that's what she wants!
"Don't ever call me silly, slut!" I tell her.
Just fot good measure, I haul off and slap her on the head.
She looks up at me, with a big smile, and she says:
"Carl! That feels nice!"
Now I figure she's trying to tell me something, so I grab her and drag her into the bedroom.
She's screaming and everything and it's a good thing we've got this apartment with thick walls, otherwise everyone and his uncle would be in there, demanding to know what I'm doing with my wife, "Look," I tell her, when I throw her on the bed.
"I don't want anymore of this shit! When I come home at night I expect to see everything done! You hear me? Because if it isn't done, I'm going to whip your fucking ass!"
She looks at me with a big smile.
The next night, I could hardly wait to get home, just to see if she's cleaned up the mess, or what's she's into. l Well! I couldn't believe it. I walk into the kitchen and it looks worse then before!
It was almost as though she had deliberately done this to make me mad! But I couldn't believe that! No, so I grab her around the waist, only there's no affection in my movements and I say:
"Hey cunt! What did I tell you yesterday?"
She's looking at me, all starry-eyed and she says:
"What are you talking about?"
Well, that kind of dumb shit just doesn't sit too well with me, I can tell you that!
So I decided to fix her ass, once and for all.
Well, Doctor, I can't even begin to tell you how I felt!
I was GLAD she hadn't done what I told her to do!
I was THRILLED that she had disobeyed me, and all because now I knew I would wail on her fucking ass like she wouldn't believe it!
I drag her into the bedroom by her hair. She's bumping along the floor, yelling every time we hit something, but I'm ignoring everything she's saying, "Ow!" she's yelling.
I just filter it right out of my ears!
I get her in the bedroom and I take some of my ties out of my closet and I BIND her behind the back, you know what I mean?
Anyway, now I've got these ties real tight on her and she's got her arms behind her back. There's nothing there in front, except her big tits, and there kind of hanging down all full of something and I'm longing to suck on them, but I don't.
Then I take her legs and I spread them apart, so that each one is tied to the bedpost. Now she's completely at my mercy.
Now I know she's normally at my mercy, because she depends so much on me. For her food, her clothes, etc. But now she's at my mercy in an entirely new way!
She's PHYSICALLY at my mercy!
Now, I probably sound like a fucking maniac, to you, and maybe I am, but I'm telling you, I've enjoyed some of the best sex I've ever had in my life!
I fucking stuck my joint up her cunt and she couldn't even hug me! She wanted to hug me, she kept saying:
"Let me hug you!"
But of course she couldn't, because her arms are tied behind her back and the only thing that's really available to me is her hairy, juicy, wet cunt!
And right now, that's all I really give a shit about!
Anyway, she seizes me, once I'm inside. She's got her twat muscles gripping around my prick. It's like she's trying to nuzzle my cock, but I don't care, because I want her to ! The more she squeezes, the better it is for me, as far as I'm concerned!
If she thinks she's hurting me that way, well, I'm sorry, she's making a very big mistake!
Anyway, she's fucking me to beat the band, and I feel as though I'm going to dump my semen in her and she'll never fuck anyone again!
INTERVIEW TWO
I noticed right away that the next time Carl came for his visit, he seemed far more relaxed about what he had related to me!
A lot of the self-defensive frenzy was absent from his conversation, or actually, monologue with me and I welcomed that.
He was beginning to blow my mind!
Not by what he was saying, but the manner in which he was saying it!
Anyway, it was prior to this interview that I suggested I talk with Judy, his wife, also.
At first, this didn't go down too well. I suppose Carl wanted to keep something from me!
But I wouldn't even allow him that. No, indeed.
I wanted to see Judy and I made it a point of acceptance for this session, that he agreed to it.
"Don't you think you should hear what happened first?" he asked me.
"It doesn't make any difference," I told him in no uncertain terms. "I want to talk with Judy. Otherwise, my opinion of how the two of you are relating with each other will be invalid.
"What are you?" he asked me. "A quack?"
I assured him in no uncertain terms, that I was not a quack, and if that was his opinion of me, perhaps we should discontinue that whole thing!
He was quick to deny that that was what he meant, and he agreed that Judy would become my patient: "Or else!"
Well! I hope you haven't forgotten what I was telling you. I mean, I know you have a lot of patients and all that, but I hope that I mean enough to you, that you've remembered what I was trying to tell you!
Anyway, Judy and I got into this thing. She would not do anything around the house! All day long, she just let the garbage pile up.
I would never say anything.
I would come home, eat my TV dinner which I had to make myself, and try to clear away a spot on the Uttered table to set the tin down.
She would watch all this, fear written across her face.
I would eat my dinner, thoughtfully, and then when I was finished, and had all my strength, I would read for her.
One thing I insisted that she do, was take a shower.
After all, she could let the house go to hell, if you wanted to, but I couldn't handle it, if she wouldn't take her own shower. You know what I mean?
Boy, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's a stinky pussy!
And my wife! I don't know what it is about her, but she seems to have quite a tendency in this direction than any woman I know!
I've seen her personally, myself! Douching, rinsing, sticking Norforms up her cunt, all this shit, just so she won't offend me.
So, I know if she ain't going to shower, I'm going to be in for some stinky, fucking smelly mess!
Well, I can tell she is showering, and she's shaving her pits and legs. Putting powder on them too!
Good thing, because the house looks like New York garbage men went on strike and dumped everything they found in our apartment!
I come home and I see all this shit and she's looking at me like what will I do!
Well, I know what I'm going to do, and I'm going to take my sweet time about it!
I go to the sink and I clear a little space for myself and I wash my hands.
Then, just to drag it out a little bit more, I go into the shower and I get myself all cleaned up. Then I come back into the kitchen.
"Slut!" I say, "What's happening, baby?"
She gives me some shit-ass grin and I haul off and smack her across the mouth.
Her lips start to bleed a little. Like little trickles of blood begin leaking out of the corner of her mouth.
Her lips are getting puffy now and I know they hurt.
That's when I decide to lay a really big kiss on her.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, so that all my teeth are exposed like a wild bear .
I grind my mouth down on hers. I push my lips into what remains of her lips and I twist them around and around.
She's gasping beneath me. With pain or passion, I don't know, and frankly, I don't give a shit.
I keep it up. I force my tongue deep into her mouth. I fucking bat her tongue half off her teeth. I swat my tongue all over hers so that there isn't any doubt in what remains of her mind, who is boss!
Meanwhile, I got my arms around her so tight she's screaming out in agony.
That's cool, I say to myself. If she didn't want me to hurt her, she wouldn't be so stupid as to leave the house looking like a pig sty.
Now I'm pulling her by her body towards the bedroom and I've got this plan to hang her from the fucking ceiling.
I whip off my belt and I bind her wrists together.
She's screaming and all this shit, but I have the feeling she's digging it.
I decide to fuck her up the ass.
Now, Judy has forbidden this many times.
"If God wanted man to stick his cock up an ass," she would always say, "he wouldn't have given a woman a cunt!"
And she seems pleased with herself, because if God says it, she's home free.
Anyway, I never heard God say that, so I'm getting ready to fuck her up the ass like I've seen my dog do to a female bitch in heat!
I flip her on her stomach.
Now I'm faced with her two hands tied together by my belt.
I can see her fat, plump, really beautiful buns facing me and my cock is so hard and full, I think it's going to burst any second.
I grab her under the waist and I dig my nails in and pinch her flesh.
"OW!" she's screaming.
This only drives me to a new fury. , I take my cock in my other hand and I ram it up her ass.
Meanwhile, I've got my lips sucking on her neck real hard like. Like I know I'm giving her a hickey she's never going to get over!
I'm gomping onto her neck, and I've got my cock in her ass, and I can feel her start to submit.
Her hips start bucking right along with mine. In and out. In and out. Up and down. Up and down.
This is some crazy kind of rhythm I'm just wild about and I figure I'll never divorce this pig!
Then, just to piss her off, I take my cock out of her ass and I leave the bedroom.
"Hey!" she's yelling like some kind of banshee.
I keep on ignoring her. I know I can always return to her.
I go into the kitchen and I get a beer. Then I make myself a sandwich. Then when I'm finished, I return to the bedroom.
She's still in the same position.
I straddle her again and I push my cock deep inside her ass.
I never reazlied before how great it can be to fuck someone up the ass. It's different than shoving your cock up a cunt.
Maybe the canal is deeper and longer, I don't know.
All I know is that when I get my cock inside there, she's got some powerful muscle that just takes ahold of my cock and keeps squeezing and squeezing on my cock, making me go out of my mind!
Well! I'm fucking pumping away and she's reaching up with her tied wrists, trying to touch me.
I keep moving my belly away from her. I know how much she wants to touch me, but I don't want to give her an inch.
Now, I know I'm gonna come, so I flip her around and aim my scum right at her face.
Her eyes are round with fear and loathing, but I don't give a shit about her feelings anymore.
"I'm gonna come!" I tell her and I take real good aim.
The next thing I know, great globs of white stuff are running down her lips, her cheeks, her nose and she's fucking crying with happiness and trying to lick up all this shit with her tongue.
I let her do that because I get a big kick out of it and then I turn around and tell her to lick out my mud hole.
"That's right!" I tell her. "You just fucking start licking out my asshole, you miserable, useless, fucking pig!"
Well, she gets into licking up my asshole and I hate to say it, but thrills were shooting so far and fast through my body I thought I was going to have another orgasm!
I'm pushing my ass in and out of her face. I can feel her nose rubbing against my mud hole, and I'm doing everything in my power to increase my own enjoyment, but not necessarily hers!
Well, if tongues had a contest they could enter to see who had the most talented one, I'm sure, (and I'm not just saying this, because she's my wife,) but I'm sure she would win hands down!
She's got my own buns now, licking away to beat the band.
"I want this house clean!" I yell at her. "I don't want to come home and see this shit anymore. Do you understand me!"
And she just keeps on licking away. I know now that she's not into cleaning the house because she wants me to beat up on her and tie her up every night, but I am really serious in the sense that I don't dig a dirty house!
I really still want to get our little scene on together, however!
So, I tell her, when I come again, I say:
"Look Judy. I love you. You are my wife. I can see where you really dig getting the shit pounded out of her and you like our little sexual games."
She stares at me and she says:
"What are you talking about Carl?"
I say, "Knock off this shit! Now listen to me. It's cool if you like this, but I want to make one thing clear. We can have the games, but I want to come home and still have a clean house! Is that understood?"
She throws her arms around me now. (I've already untied her), and she says:
"That's great Carl, because I only did that to get your attention! But if we can cooperate on this, we can have a really good time!"
Well, Doctor, I don't mind telling you, that it makes me feel kinda strange. What do you think?
CONCLUSION
I reiterated my belief that it would be much easier for me to base my conclusions for Carl after I had spoken to his wife.
"What about me?" he kept asking me. "Don't I count by myself?"
It's so hard for me to talk to people when they are always laying these trips on my head.
"Look," I told him, "I'll be able to give you a better interpretation after I've spoken with Judy. But for right now I can give you an opinion. But that's ALL it will be! Do you understand?"
Well! That sure as shit knocked the breath out of him and instead of him being such the big shit he's always letting on to being, I set about telling him what I thought about him.
To begin with, the fact that he is a small man makes it easy for me to see where he could get off on beating up on a woman and debasing her.
But! And this is a big but! Judy seems to dig it as much as he does and it seems to help their droll marriage. I gave him my blessing.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Judy P. Age: Twenty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Judy, despite her husband's description of her, was far prettier than I had hoped to see. Not only that, but she was far from a pig-like person!
Quite the opposite! I have never seen a more delicate creature in my office, and believe me, I've seen plenty of doe-like fawns make their way through my iron door!
Anyway, she shyly began to talk about her relationship with Carl in such a charming way, I began to think that Carl was crazy. I encouraged her to speak freely with me and she went through a big number about how foolish she felt, but I did everything in my power to assure her that this was her problem and not mine in the least.
Finally, I had to resort to the unprofessional tactic of explaining to her that her husband Carl had spoken most unflatteringly about her and that in order for her to defend herself, she best get on with it!
This had the desired result in that a torrent of words was released that made me almost sorry I had even suggested that she be so free!
My life was pretty boring and miserable. At least Carl has his work. I have nothing! Absolutely nothing! And he wasn't giving me any help in this department at all!
He seemed to have the idea that I should be content to just be married to him, but I have always had the feeling that there was a lot more to life than that!
Anyway, finally one day I decided that I had had enough! I don't know what triggered it off in me but I do know that that morning, I had a real hard time getting out of bed.
I began dragging my ass around the kitchen, trying to decide what to have for breakfast, or even if I should have breakfast at all!
I am a little bit overweight. Not much, but enough to get a comment from Carl.
Lately our sex life had been deadly dull to say the least.
We spent all our time watching the television and even that wasn't enough to keep our appetites whetted.
So I decided fuck it! Simply fuck it! I hope you don't mind me using that kind of language, but I have to be honest.
Something inside of me just flipped. I wanted to be free, yet I wanted to make contact, real contact with Carl.
How? I wondered. He has his job, his other life, what the fuck do you have?
The sad answer was all that I had was my desperation and my imagination. I decided to meld the two of them together.
That day, for the first time since we have been married, I decided not to do anything about the housework.
The odd thing is that Carl is a Libra and he is a real stickler about housework, so I knew that would be a real attention-getting device.
That night when he came home, I had been so lazy, I still was wearing my nightgown.
It's one that he likes, though, my baby-doll rig. He bought it for me himself, so I know that's the way he likes to see me!
Anyway, he comes in and right away, he's pissed!
He starts smacking me around, forcing me to suck on his cock and swallow his come, that sort of thing.
Well, normally I would have thrown up or been repulsed, but I figure just feel it as it happens to you, Judy, and this is what I discovered!
I liked it!
It was the first real contact I had had with the fucking bastard for months!
Let him slap the shit out of me and push his cock down my throat! At least I know I'm alive and that he needs me for this at least!
Well, I could tell that he had a good time that night. After all, I've been sleeping with him ever since I started sleeping with anyone! And the thing is this: if Carl is happy, I'm happy!
You know what I mean?
Well, I know there are a lot of people who would say I was crazy to take this kind of shit from a husband.
They would say that I could sue him for divorce and live in some kind of high style for the rest of my days.
But the point of the story is this: I love Carl! I don't want to be apart from him! If he has to slap me around, maybe it's the fault of our society, not his!
I'll tell you why I say this. I was talking to a friend of mine the other day.
Her name is Sally and the point of me bringing this up is this.
Sally confided to me that her marriage was dull as shit until HER husband started to fucking slap HER around.
At first I just gasped.
I mean Sally is a strong chick!
She's not the kind of person who's into getting hurt, if you know what I mean.
So I figure if Sally can put up with that kind of handling by her husband, why can't I? And I mean that with all my heart.
Anyway, Carl and I are into this game thing right now, only neither one of us will admit it is becoming a game.
He likes to feel that he's really fucking me over and I want him to feel good so I let him feel that way.
Anyway, I'm having the time of my life! I'm even into making more dirt than there is in the apartment.
I find myself going outside to bring garbage in so that it will look more authentic.
I mean, if Carl had half a brain in his head, he would realize we don't have that much garbage in our house, but he's so selfish and conceited, he doesn't even notice!
You're probably wondering why I love the fart, if I can talk about him so cruelly and the truth of the matter is I can't.
I will tell you this though. I love him despite his failings, not because of them, and I think that's a real beginning right there, don't you?
Anyway, he's into coming home and disciplining me. I'm doing my best to make the house look like a pig-sty, so I guess we can say that the game is going on pretty well.
The only problem as I see it is that Carl wants to call the end to pretending that it's a game and he wants me to admit that I dig it and that we can do it out in the open.
That's cool, only now I have to clean the house!
For real! I mean, I was frankly enjoying living like a pig. The only thing I did was to take a shower and to keep myself nice, but the rest of the trip was fun!
If I had an orange, I would just throw the peel on the floor!
If I had a cigarette, I would grind it out with my heel on the carpet.
Granted I was ruining a lot of material things, but I felt certain things were more important. Like my relationship with Carl.
Anyway, now that he wants to bring everything out into the open, I wonder where that's going to leave my own fantasy life. Like there, I'm really in control.
My fantasy life is inside my head and Carl can't touch it, and I think it's important to have some private section where a person can never get to you.
Like in my fantasy, Carl isn't just my husband coming home to wail on my body for being a bad wife. He's my husband home from slaying a lot of dragons and I'm his slave.
He comes into the castle that has fallen into disuse and he understands that it's not up to me to clean the castle.
I'm a princess. Not a servant.
He knows that all the servants have run away because of the dragon that's loose in the country side.
The very same dragon that HE'S suppose to be killing!
He sees me there, all helpless and everything and although he's angry because the servants have run off, he's not angry with me at all.
He knows I have done my best!
Anyway, he also knows that I am his slave and that I have to do everything he wants.
Like the night he came home with the dirty boots and told me to lick them clean!
Well! I got down on my knees and stuck my tongue out towards his boots and I felt as though I was going to throw up, but I didn't.
And the more I got into licking off his boots, the more I enjoyed it.
I knew it was just leading up to the biggest lick of all! His big cock! That's what I wanted in my mouth! That's what I wanted shoved down my throat!
It's just that I had to go through all this other stuff to get it!
Well, even though a lot of people would probably get down on Carl for going through his number with me, I can tell you one thing. Our marriage has fucking blossomed!
I'm more free with myself, and other people have noticed it.
Like my mother for instance.
She came over the other day to visit me and right off the bat she's saying to me:
"Are you using a new makeup or what? Judy! I've never seen you looking so well!"
I'm smiling inside and fairly bursting on the outside. The only reason I'm looking so well is because my husband and me are into our little games, but I don't know how to tell her this!
So I say:
"Why, Ma? What's different about me?"
She looks me over real careful. Up and down, the whole bit.
"I don't know," she says slowly, "but you've changed!"
Then she sees the black eye and the swollen Up!
"What happened to you?" she screams. "Have you been in a fight with a bill collector or something?"
"Tell me!" she yells.
You see my mother can only understand a limited amount of things. Bills are one of them. If you tell her you are in debt, she can groove on that. But if you tell her your husband is smacking you around, she'll think you're crazy!
Anyway, I try to explain to her that Carl and I have this thing now because I'm such a terrible housekeeper.
"I didn't want to say anything before," she says. "Like your mother in law would, but this place looks terrible!"
"I know!" I tell her proudly. "But it's all for a good reason!"
She's sitting there, staring at me from across the kitchen table and she's sucking on her coffee and I feel like getting into a thing with her, in a way, but I say:
"Don't laugh, Ma, but Carl and I are into a mild form of bondage and discipline!"
Well, she drops her coffee cup and she sits there laughing for about ten minutes.
"I told you not to laugh," I say, because this kind of behavior really pisses me off.
When she gets control of herself, she tells me I've been reading too many cheap romantic novels.
"I would hardly say that!" I protest.
I can see where the only way I'm going to convince her is to smack her around a bit myself!
But after all, she's my mother!
"Wait in the closet," I tell her. "When Carl comes home, you'll see what I'm talking about!"
She gets in the closet and waits for Carl.
Well, that night when Carl came home, he must have had a terrible day at the office.
Meanwhile, I've got the house looking like fucking Hurricane Florence has hit it, if you know what I mean!
Anyway, he comes in and he fucking lassoes me!
I know he thinks he's a cowboy, but as far as I'm concerned this is going a big too far.
Once he's got this rope around my neck and he's dragging me into the bedroom, he begins to laugh.
I know my mother is in the closet and I'm hoping she'll be cool enough not to come breaking in on us, but just to keep her own cool, so that I can prove something to her.
Now he's got me banging along on the floor, knocking into furniture.
Every time I feel a stick of wood hit my soft flesh, I wince and I cry out in pain. But he keeps right on going.
Now he's throwing me on the bed and now he's looping the rope over a beam in the ceiling and I'm thinking this is it!
He's getting ready to string me up and I realize the games have gone too far and thank God my mother is in the' closet.
He's got me strung up now like a piece of ham and he's wailing on my body with a wet sheet!
I'm thinking what the fuck is this? The sheet keeps stinging my ass and I know it's going to be covered with welts.
I'm yelling, but not too loud, because I don't want my mother to get all alarmed and come into the bedroom.
After all, some things should be sacred!
Anyway, I get the feeling I'm being made a fool out of, but I can't prove it and I have to stay doing what I'm doing so I decide to take some protection for myself.
"Help!" I yell. "Ma!"
Carl hits me harder for that, and he says: "What the fuck are you talking about? Your mother isn't going to come and help you! You can be sure of that!"
And then my mother comes into the bedroom.
I wish you could have been there. Here I am, strung up from the ceiling, all nude and covered with stinging welts, and here is my mother looking so respectable and all with all her clothes on, well, it just blew Carl's mind!
"What are you doing here?" he wanted to know.
"None of your business!" she yells. "What are you doing to my daughter?"
"She may be your daughter, but she's my wife now!" Carl tells her.
Then the most amazing thing happened!
My mother starts stripping out of her clothes right in front of Carl and she says:
"Whatever is good enough for my daughter, is good enough for me," and she gets up alongside me!
I had never seen my mother nude before and I must say she had a beautiful body, even at her age.
Carl thought so too! His eyes were popping out of his head like he was crazy or something.
My mother is a widow and so I should have realized that she would be horny and everything, but I simply never thought about my mother that way before. Never!
Carl starts smacking my mother around. Forgetting about me and this pisses the shit out of me.
I can tell she's getting aroused because her tits are getting all pointy and hard and I can see some juice starting to run down her legs.
I figure it's good experience for me to Watch this so I know how I look when I'm in the same position.
Now my mother is beginning to cross that line between experimentation and reality.
"Oh!" she's crying and moaning now. "Oh Carl!"
This is getting me angry, but I figure if you play with fire something like this is bound to happen.
She's got her legs spread wide apart and Carl is ignoring them, but he's continuing to smack her with his belt and this whip he bought the other day in a horse equipment place.
"Hey!" I say, "I don't like this at all!"
"Shut up!" my mother says. ' I couldn't believe it.
I figure if she's having a good time, I should keep my mouth shut, that's all.
"Fuck me," she's starting to moan to Carl. I'm wondering if he's going to carry this on for real or what.
"Please fucking suck and fuck me," she repeats.
This is getting to be too much for me!
I see Carl do a strange thing then. He gets on his knees before my mother and he begins to suck her cunt!
"If Judy came from here," he's moaning, "this is where I want to be!"
I know this is suppose to be a compliment to me, but I still think it's weird as shit, if you know what I mean!
She's got her legs all separated now and he's sticking his nose up between her hairy cunt lips and I can see his tongue lapping and sucking away.
Now, I'm tied and suspended from the ceiling, so I can't really say anything, or I should say, DO anything!
But after he eats her out, and she comes, he turns his attention to me.
"That's some wonderful man you've got there!" my mother says.
I'm feeling like maybe it's me whose crazy, not them, but I can't really believe that. Then again, when Carl said you wanted to see me I began to think I WAS crazy!
Anyway, he leaves me hung up on the ceiling and he gets this vibrating dildo I never even knew he had and he rams it up my cunt!
Wow! He's suppose to be into giving me a painful trip, but all I feel right now is pleasure!
I wish I could describe the sensations that piece of equipment gave me! All I can tell you is that after he hid it later I took my food money and I went out and bought one for myself!
Best investment I ever made. Every time now when Carl's not around and I get horny, I just take out my trusty old dildo and have a go at it.
Anyway, back to this time. He's fucking me with the dildo up the front and then he enters me up the ass!
I don't know what it is, but lately he seems to want to fuck me up the ass all the time.
I don't really care except that I can't stand to see shit all over his cock!
He's been pretty good about that, though. He'll go and wash it off before asking me to suck on it, but I can't help but feel that if he got mad enough he might force me to suck his cock with shit all over it.
My mother hangs around to watch for awhile, then she says she has to be off, so she dresses, gives Carl a great big kiss and splits.'
I don't even feel like she's my mother. I feel as though she's Carl's mother or something and I can't explain it, but I got real pissed.
"Please let me down," I coax Carl. He's already shot his wad, so he doesn't give a fuck and he lets me down.
Well, that's it!
The minute my feet hit the bed I grab his crop and I start pounding and wailing on his flesh like there's no tomorrow.
"That's for eating out my mother!" I tell him with a big smack.
"And that's for fucking me up the ass without asking my permission!"
And I wail on him again.
"And that's just for being an all-round prick!"
I don't know how to tell you this, but just hitting him is getting me all excited.
And you should have seen Carl's face. It was as though he WANTED to get hit all along, but I wasn't strong enough to do it.
He's writhing and twisting on the bed, trying to get away from me, but not too hard.
I smack him some more and then I say:
"On your knees, mother!" and I force him to get on his knees on the floor.
"You like to hit pussy so much," I tell him, "well, eat mine!"
And I cracked him good with the crop.
He's slurping and licking away at my honey box like he hasn't had any pussy in ages, instead of just eating out my mother a short while ago, and I'm really getting turned onto the way his tongue feels on my clit.
"Faster!" I tell him, emphasizing my words with the whip.
"Hurry it up!"
Well, the guy couldn't have done much more than he was doing, but I didn't want HIM to know that!
After I came, I decided to piss in his face and I did.
But instead of turning him off, he seemed to dig that too!
Now I feel really close to him and our marriage is firmer than it's ever been.
I bought a special gag for him arid another one for myself. Sort of his and hers, if you know what I mean.
We have the nicest kind of thing going and we've gotten some names out of a magazine for other couples like ourselves.
Some nights we have other couples over and we all take turns getting into each other's scenes.
There's one couple I like the best, Bill and Nancy.
He's really big and has a cock like you wouldn't believe!
She's small and pretty like people tell me I am.
Well Nancy and I eat each other out, while our husbands watch and then Nancy and I beat the shit out of them for watching.
It's all in good fun and no one really gets hurt.
It will probably sound strange to you, but I've noticed that within our group there are fewer divorces than there are with other couples in the same apartment building.
Someone ought to do a study on this kind of thing. Some day. Well, I guess you are in a way, aren't you?
Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were.
What do you mean, do I think my behavior could be submitted to a True Confessions magazine?
I don't think their that liberal yet, but all the women who read those magazines have the same kind of relationship I have with Carl, I'll bet you! What?
Oh, well, I guess the most satisfying experience for me is when Carl bounds my hands and feet and forces me to suck him off.
Then he puts a gag over my mouth and rapes me up the ass.
Sometimes he pisses on me, but only if his bladder is full.
I've taken to serving him beer with his dinner to make sure of that!
Then I beat him with the crop and make him eat me out and fuck me up the cunt where I think he belongs!
We are thinking of having children, but it will be a while off. We both feel we have to find ourselves first, if you know what I mean.
No, I could never get into hitting kids. I simply do not believe in it. And if I ever saw Carl do anything like that, I would divorce him on the spot.
My mother continues to visit us and she brings her friends over because she likes me to tell them about Carl and me.
They think I'm making the whole thing up, but I know it turns them on too, so I really spice up my stories for her!
I've become very popular in the supermarket and I am thinking of charging for lessons in bondage and discipline.
The only thing I really would like to do is to go -to a real master or a woman who was into that kind of thing.
Carl doesn't agree. I think he's afraid he'll lose me if I find someone else can control me better than he can.
But I must confess his hold on me is more in the mind, than it is over any whip session!
However, as he IS my husband, I chose to respect his wishes.
Lately though, I've started a secret correspondence with a woman whose name I got out of a magazine.
She has invited both Carl and myself to her castle but I don't know how to tell Carl this without his literally killing me!
She's very rich and she services a lot of her rich friends, so she can't be all that bad!
Her father was a famous senator and she said she got into it because of the way he brought her up.
It's hard for me to believe that we have people in government who are into this kind of thing yet they are so repressive in their laws!
I guess everyone's afraid to tell the truth about themselves!
I hope you don't think I'm too bold in asking you this, Doctor, but have you ever been beaten?
Only for your bill? Oh.
CONCLUSION
I found Carl and Judy to be a totally delightful couple and a refreshing change over what normally staggers into my office.
However, I cautioned them against getting so carried away with their new found rapport based on B&D that they try to sway new converts.
Not everyone is going to think their way of life and love-making is right up their alley, and they may simply bring grief on themselves, when all they deserve and want is pleasure.
However, I informed both of them that there was no further need to seek my services and sent them on their merry way with a playful kick in the ass.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Joan T. Age: Twenty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Joan resembles a famous comedienne, enough said, but I want the reader to have an idea in his or her mind just exactly the type I'm talking about.
She is skinny to the point of distraction, but her fine bones that show through her white, pale skin only make the saying: "the closer to the bone, the sweeter the meat", seem to come alive.
She has blonde hair, and large brown, expressive eyes that dart quickly back and forth across my face or room when she speaks.
Though she continuously plays with her hands while we talk, I find it better than her playing with herself!
At first I thought she was being evasive, but then I realized she was just shy about what she had to say.
And believe me, she had plenty to say!
I'm married. Have been married for ten years to John, my husband who's a copywriter in advertising.
He's under a lot of pressure at work to create good ads and I know he isn't always up to them. Especially because he doesn't feel they pay him enough for his talent!
Well, that's neither here nor there, Doctor, but I want you to understand my husband because it will help you understand me!
We don't have any children and right now I'm afraid to have them because my husband has been taking his violent temper out on me.
I know that some husbands and wives are into hitting each other around, but I'm from a Quaker background so you can see how hard it would be for me to adjust to that sort of thing!
John drinks a lot. Everyday he increases his martini intake to the point of exhaustion. He's always drunk, angry and abusive. I wouldn't mind if he hit me, if we could have fun with it, but he takes the joy out of everything.
Like our love-making. It just to be so good, now it's non-existent!
I would like to know what I should do, because I really don't want to divorce him. I like him very much! Actually, I'm too shy to say this, but I love him.
One night he came home late on the commuter train and ran our only car right into a tree in the driveway.
I needed the car for a shopping errand the next day and I was furious.
After all, he can use the train! How am I suppose to get to the shopping center in a train!
It was just one more thing in a long line of things that drove ME up a tree!
Anyway, when he staggered into the house, I really let him have it!
I hauled off with a frying pan that I was using to cook with and I cracked him across the skull.
Not very original, I'm sure, but the point is, it was the only thing handy that I had.
It stunned him to be sure and he reached for me.
He tore my clothes off and he began to drag me into the living room like a cave man. I felt the first stirrings of real excitement in months rip through my you know what.
What?
All right! My cunt! Now, I've said it, does it make you feel better?
I guess I should learn how to express myself more graphically. At least in our little talks together, but I'm not used to that kind of language.
Anyway, he threw me on the couch and ripped what few clothes I had on me off.
"You fucking slut!" he yelled, but he had a strange smile on his face.
He grabbed the phone wire right out of the wall and he tied my hands and feet up with that. I was there nude, tied and bound.
Then he took a small pillow off the couch and tried to stuff that in my mouth.
It's funny, but I wasn't afraid. I could hardly wait to see what he was going to do with me next!
Then when he had me like a prisoner, he went back into the kitchen and got a bottle of gin from under the sink where I was hiding it.
He poured the gin all over my body.
It was cold and it shocked me.
Then he knelt down and began to lick it all off.
I knew he would be drunker than ever by the time he got through doing this, but of course I couldn't say anything.
He goes-back into the kitchen and he gets this little bottle of vermouth and he sprinkles a few drops of vermouth on my body.
"I like my martinis dry!" he yells and he gets down on the floor again and starts to drink me! It was the oddest thing I had ever experienced in my life!
I can't say it was without pleasure for me, except for that awful gin smell!
But then! He takes his lighter out of his pocket and he lights it and passes it over my body!
I think this is going too far, to say the least, and I tried to show him with my pleading eyes just how much I did not find this amusing in the least.
But he kept laughing his head off and acting as though, me, Joan, wasn't even there.
"So, you don't like my campaign!" he was saying.
"Isn't that too fucking bad!" and he passed over my body with the lighter again.
Well, I can't begin to tell you how the goose bumps were standing up on my skin! And, of course, the higher the bumps were, the closer to the lighter they reached!
It seemed to me that it was all over for me, when he gets bored.
He snaps his lighter shut and he puts it back in his pocket and he continues to lick and lap at my body.
"He Joe!" he's yelling. "Let's have one for the road!"
And with that, he's making some kind of weird road map with his tongue all up and down my body!
I'll really confused now, because I'm digging or enjoying his tongue, but I'm frightened at the same time.
I'm trying to think back into his behavior to see what I can relate to for the kind of stuff he's doing now and the only thing I can think of is that day I found those magazines in his personal things.
I can't bring this up to him, because my mouth is gagged shut, but I'm thinking about later, when he removes the gag. If he does!
I remember these pictures in this magazine and though it disgusted me at the time, it also oddly thrilled me.
Now he begins to spank me across his knee, like I'm a little girl and that DOES bring back my childhood and the times my Dad used to spank me when I was bad.
I loved my father more than anyone in the world and I remember when he spanked me how it filled me with a mixture of sadness and wonder.
I couldn't understand it. I mean, I loved him so much and what could I have possibly done to deserve this?
But he was sort of gentle with me too and I could feel his cock pressing against my sides, showing me that he was enjoying it too and that's what took all the fear away.
He would paddle my ass for me, but there was always a treat for me afterwards. Even if it was a hug or a lollipop, I knew I would be rewarded for lying on his lap and letting his flat palm slam down on my little white ass!
But John! He was something else!
"I like my martinis on the rocks!" he suddenly yells and he goes back into the kitchen and gets a whole bucket of ice cubes and dumps them on me!
This is going too far, I'm thinking, but I really don't know what to do.
I think he's getting bored with pretending I'm a drink, but he surprises me by getting an old cane out of the bedroom and telling me it's a swizzle stick!
He begins to stir me around the floor with this cane and I'm thinking to myself if I ever get out of this one alive I'm going to move away from him as fast as I can.
I'm beginning to think that the alcohol has really gone to his brain, even though he's still a young man.
"I'm going to set that agency on its ear!" he's yelling.
And he begins to crack me with the cane.
I can see where he's working out all his frustrations with the agency on my body and that's fine for him, but what about me?
Right about now, he throws the cane down, and lifts me so I'm over his lap.
Now he's smacking me like my father and I can't help it. I'm beginning to get aroused.
He sticks his fingers up my cunt and he says:
"Juicy, huh baby!"
Then he licks his fingers.
Well, naturally after he's been licking me all over my body I'm not exactly frigid. Ice cubes or not!
He begins to fumble with his zipper and I can see that he's trying to get his pants off.
He's been drinking too much to really have a hard on, so he says:
"Suck me, baby. Make me hard!"
I feel like telling him drink is his own worse enemy, but I still can't speak.
He sort of notices this now, in his dim drunken haze and he takes the pillow out of my mouth.
Not so I can suck him off, I'm sure. But also because he wants to hear me holler!
Well, I figure, if he wants to hear me holler, I'll holler!
So I start in screaming. Well, we have our own home, so I don't have to worry about the neighbors crashing the doors down, but the more I holler, the louder he laughs!
"Keep it up!" he's telling me. "I want them to hear you all the fucking way down in New York!"
I feel like telling him he doesn't have to worry about that!
But he keeps prodding me.
"Louder!" he's yelling. "I want to hear how much pain you're in, you fucking slut!"
Now John simply doesn't talk to me that way.
Even though I've often tried to encourage it in our love-making.
"Let loose," I'm always telling him. "Call me anything you want, darling!"
Instead, he was always so uptight and miserable the best he could ever do was tell me I was his favorite tart!
Now! I couldn't believe the stream of invective that's pouring out of his mouth!
And every time he yells, he gives me another smack.
I'm thinking it's a good thing that it's still kind of winter out because I would never be able to wear a swimsuit with the damage he's doing to my body!
Funny how we think of these little vain things at the oddest moments!
Anyway, I know he's getting excited and so am I and all I really want to do is fuck him and get it on with him.
"Fuck me!" I plead with him. "Let me feel your big cock shoved up my cunt!"
Oh no! He's got to do it differently now or something!
He flips me on my stomach so that my ass is facing him.
This is really odd, I'm thinking. I've always wanted to get fucked in the ass, but John wouldn't allow it.
"That's for faggots," he was fond of saying. "A man shoves it up a woman's cunt where it really belongs!"
Now, of all things, he wants to push it up my asshole.
Well, that's just fine with me, only I wish he would find some vaseline or something. No, not John!
He's into a selfish drunken trip that is only concerned with his own pleasure so all my pleas are simply for naught!
He takes this cock of his and I guess he forgot that he wanted me to suck on it, because he starts pushing it up my ass and I'm really in pain now.
"OW!" I'm screaming.
But the louder I scream, the harder he pushes!
It seems as though we're finally getting together on this trip though, because the more he pushes his cock into my ass, the easier it's going inside!
I can feel this funny sensation like a pole is being rammed or pushed up my ass.
My asshole must have a lot bigger room or something than my vagina, because I can feel his cock traveling higher and higher and I'm wondering if it's going to come out my mouth!
Intellectually, I know this is impossible! But so many things have happened to me this night, I feel anything's possible now!
"Oh!" he's yelling. "I like to fuck my sluttish wife up the ass!"
It's like he's talking to someone other than me.
I could be the man in the moon as far as he's concerned, at least that's the feeling John's giving me!
In and out he's ramming his tool, pushing it beyond all human comprehension. I'm really bucking my hips around now, trying to match his own drunken rhythm and wondering where he's getting all this energy from.
"Oh Baby!" he's yelling, hanging onto my bound body like he's going to shoot to the moon.
I can feel the wire from the phone cutting into my wrist and ankles, but the more I struggled against that, the deeper it cut. I'm thinking how we don't have any phone service now and if anything DID happen, we would have no way of phoning out for help. As if John would let me anyway!
"I'm going to come!" he warns me, as though this is going to trigger of my own orgasm.
Well, Doctor, I hate to say this, but it did.
I could feel this tingling sensation start in my toes and brain at the same time and build towards the center of my being.
You see, at the same time he's fucking me up the ass, he's playing with my clit and cunt.
Well, I had never been aware of so many input sensations before and it was driving me up the tree.
I should say, driving me up A tree, but I'm still thinking about the tree he ran out car into.
This increased my rage and fury, but the orgasm is just draining all these hateful feelings out of me and filling with a sensation of relief and peace.
John too. For after he came, shooting his hot come up into my anus, I could feel him relax and kind of collapse on my back.
I had to wait for a very long time Doctor, until he sobered up and came too!
He's not a light man! As a matter-of-fact, he's a very HEAVY man! But I was so glad all that activity had stopped on my body I tried to sleep.
It was impossible. So I was ready for him when he finally says:
"Oh Joan! My heavens! What the hell?"
He sounded so sincere and upset, I had to forgive him.
I explained to him what he had done to me and he acted so contrite!
He sat there with his head in his hands, almost crying. I couldn't even feel angry with him anymore.
Then he spoke, like with a sob in his voice:
"To tell you the truth, Joan," he said. "I have to quit drinking."
"And to tell YOU the truth," I told him. "I enjoyed our sex together today more than any other time in my recent memory!"
His eyes lit up like two stars.
"Really?" he cried out, all happy.
Well, I didn't want him to think I was going to continue along with this on his terms only.
"Yes," I said.
And I let it go at that.
That night when he came home from work he had flowers with him.
"Here, honey," he said, "Please forgive me!"
I took the flowers from him and threw them down on the floor and ground my heel into them.
"Fuck you and your flowers!" I told him. "And if you don't stop your drinking and fooling around, I'll grind my heel into your balls!"
Well! He looked at me and I saw real fear in his eyes.
"I guess I deserve that," he said softly. "You deserve a lot more than that," I told him.
"What's for dinner?" he wanted to know, trying to change the subject, I guess.
"There's your dinner!" I told him, and I pointed to the dog's dish on the floor which had some old hamburger meat in it.
"Get on your knees and eat that if you're so hungry!"
I can't explain what came over me. All I knew was that there was a lot of rage in me and I wanted to get rid of it.
Right before my very eyes, he sinks to all fours and he starts to eat out of the dog's dish.
When he was through, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and rubbed his nose in the dish.
"That's just for starters," I told him.
I was enjoying myself so much I could feel my clit engorge itself with blood and I knew I would have to have him eat me out before I was through with him, but I wanted to drag it on a bit longer.
He seemed to notice my costume for the first time.
I had selected it with care. I was dressed in black with high boots and a chain belt. Very chic, I thought to myself. And very mean. Just the way I felt inside.
"You look so pretty!" he said.
I hauled off and smacked him across his face.
"Don't ever talk to me without being spoken to first. Or, unless I give you permission," I told him.
You're probably wondering where I got the courage to be like this around him, but his own guilt and pussy-whipped behavior was making it really easy for me!
INTERVIEW TWO
For Joan's next interview, I noticed she was even becoming more daring in her dress.
Originally she had dressed like your typical middle-class matron, but now she was verging on a very whorey look!
Her heels were spiked and pointy. Her dress was made of some shiny latex that hugged her body as though it was her second skin.
Her breasts jutted straight out from her chest and I swear to God she looked like something from a Frederick's of Hollywood ad!
But! Her attitude! My heavens, the woman simply radiated confidence and good will towards everyone. If I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes, I never would have believe it.
I questioned her closely at the beginning of the session to see if her husband John would consent to come to my office.
"He will if I tell him too," she replied shortly.
In that short sentence I was able to gather the truth in all that she had been telling me. She was indeed, in her own way, a fearsome woman.
Where was I? Oh yes, that little prick had come home all guilty and pussy-whipped and I was getting my jollies off on him.
I'll tell you the truth, I have always wanted to have my very own slave, but I never seemed to be able to pull it off.
When all the time it was staring at me under my nose!
Why should I worry about getting in contact with a secret club or something when I had John?
To begin with he's like a slave to begin with. Now I know that sounds redundant, but my point is that he brings home the bacon to feed me.
I'm the mistress that receives him into the house. I don't have to receive him into my bed unless I want to. I know he could rape me, but what's the point in that? It certainly won't be enjoyable for him! And if he pushed me too far I'd bite his cock off!
Once I had gotten my act together, so to speak, the rest seemed as easy as pie!
I began to treat him like the garbage he really was and he seemed to thrive on it!
I told him where I wanted to go on our vacation, I told him what insurance policy to take out, what make of car to buy, in short, I began to run the household and his life.
Once making decisions was out of his hands, he just sort of gave his life over to me.
I had him wait on me hand and foot. He dug it so much I had to force him to go to work in the morning and he flew home to me at night.
Of course sometimes, I would make him wait outside the house for hours on end before I would allow him in my presence.
I would especially do this if it was raining out or very windy.
He would be standing outside, whimpering like a little puppy and I would go to the second floor and dump something wet and gushy on his head.
He told me he was really getting on better at work and that his contributions to the agency were being rewarded and recognized.
I never would have believed this before. I had to give into all his so-called "creative whims", now I saw that his creativeness hinged on his subjugation to my will.
My own life became filled with plans for his further humiliation and this gave me a new purpose and zest to my life that had been missing before. It seemed so happy and satisfying it was like a dream come true.
Then one night he came home drunk again. I had expressly forbidden him to drink because I knew I would lose control over him. Nothing could hold him like he held his liquor!
Anyway, I knew I was in for it the minute I heard his steps stumbling up the back steps.
He didn't knock and ring the bell and plead like he normally did to come in.
He began banging on the door and yelling. I was afraid that he would alarm the neighbors, so I opened the door.
He grabbed me right away and began choking me.
"The worm has turned with a vengeance," he told me, his breath heavy with the fumes of liquor.
He had caught me so completely off guard, I didn't have my cat of nine tails handy and I felt lost without it.
Naturally he is physically stronger than I am. I had controlled him through my superior mind. But now that was all shot to shit, so to speak, because I could no longer appeal to his mind.
"You rotten little whore-bitch!" he gritted through his clenched teeth.
"I'm going to pay you back for every humiliating thing you ever put me through!"
I could feel myself begin to quake and quiver in my high pointy heels and I began to wobble on them.
He sneered down at my attempts to be a dominatrix.
"You are a fucking joke!" he raged at me. "Just get a look at yourself!"
And he dragged me over to a mirror.
I looked at myself and it was true. With him telling me who I really was, I was ready to accept his opinion.
"You little cocksucking tramp!" he shouted, "I'm going to make you suck my cock over the toilet!"
And he dragged me into the John.
I fought against him with every fiber of my being, but it was no use.
He forced my head into the toilet, even though it hadn't been flushed and I closed my eyes in terror.
Then he jerked my dripping head back out of the John and threw me down on my knees.
Taking his belt off his pants, he began to smack away at me, his cock getting larger and larger the entire time.
Of course, with his belt off and his pants falling down, it was easy to see how large his cock was.
I had almost forgotten how big John's cock was because I forced him to eat me and jerk himself off. That's all I cared about. My own pleasure.
I opened my mouth to take his joint between my lips.
I would have done anything for him at that point. He was my master and I was his slave.
It was such a reversal of the roles I had worked so long at setting up, I was heartbroken, and depressed.
But I felt I was getting every piece of shit he was handing out to me because I had been so cruel to him. .
He was shoving his cock in and out of my mouth so fast I thought he was going to knock all my teeth down my throat, but I kept on sucking it as though I could win his favor this way.
"Don't think I'm going to let you off the hook this easy!" he said.
And he jerked his cock out of my mouth and began to slap me in the face with it.
He was using his cock like a club and believe me, John's cock is very club-like!
Now's he's digging his fingers into the soft flesh on my shoulders and I'm crying out in alarm.
Every time I cry out or wince with pain, he shoves his cock back down my throat as though he's trying to shut me up!
I'm wondering what kind of perversity he's going to think up next and yet I'm having a hard enough time as it is to think at all!
He drags me out of the bathroom by my hair and down the cellar stairs , bumpty bump bump and I'm afraid he's going to kill me!
He takes some coal out of the bin and he covers my face with it.
"You'll be MY nigger for a change!" he tells me.
"Please John!" I'm yelling. "Stop! For God's sake, don't get carried away!"
But he laughed in my face and smacked me on the ass.
He lights a fucking fire in the furnace and I'm thinking that John has a thing for fires, except that I realize there are symbolic for the one that rages inside of him. The one he keeps trying to put out with liquor.
"You open your mouth to me one more time, you filthy slut and I'm fucking throwing you in the furnace and you can heat the house. At least that way, you'll be contributing something around here!"
Wow! Believe me Doctor, when I tell you, that I'm truly frightened now.
Here I am, with my face all covered with soot, my pussy dragging on the cement floor, my lips stained with spittle and some pre-come and he's still threatening to hurt me!
"Can we stop?" I ask him.
I'm beginning to think that I've gone too far with our games. I'm beginning to wish everything was like it was the way it used to be before we started this whole S&M and B&D shit.
Now he's tying me up with the clothesline that we have hanging in the basement.
We have a dryer too, but John had me put up this line in case it broke.
He doesn't give a shit about that now. He's ripping it all down, despite all my efforts to stop him and the next thing I know I'm so tied up in knots I can't even see straight.
The rope is cutting into my cunt, tight against my clit and I'm thinking if I ever get out of this one alive, I'll be happy.
I will never, I repeat never, get into anything I can't fully control again!
And the other part of me is really digging this and has faith that John won't truly hurt me or he'll lose his favorite plaything!
It's push and shove there for awhile. John makes me suck him off until he's able to shoot his scum all over me, half in my mouth and half on my throat and then he goes back up the stairs and leaves me!
I can't believe this! Now I know what Patty Hearst must have felt like when they had her in that closet!
It's awful and now I'm convinced she was innocent all along! No one, and I mean no one, after my terrible experience with John is going to convince me that she was a willing accomplice!
Well, I guess you think I'm digressing? You don't?
Okay. Well, I guess John had me down there for several days while he drank us out of house and home.
Finally I guess he sobered up and remembered me.
"Oh there you are!" he says. "I was looking all over for you!"
"I'm so weak," I told him. "I need food and water!"
He laughs easily, like he can give me that. And he does.
He nurses me for several days back to my former strength, but the whole time I'm building my strength up thoughts of really doing a number on his head are occurring to me.
But I have to play it cool. I have to wait until he's in a weakened position.
Well, it isn't long before he is.
I wait until another night when he's starting to drink himself into a stupor. Now I don't say anything to him. I just let him do what he wants so he thinks I've forgiven him.
Then, while he was dozing in his chair, I tied him up!
For someone who flunked the knot tests in Girl Scouts, I can tell you that I did a superlative job!
I've got him now and he's my fucking prisoner!
I lead him around the house on all fours, like he's a dog.
I kick him. I beat him. I force him to do all kinds of degrading acts.
When I'm through, I say to him:
"Do you love me now?"
"I do!" he protests. "I love you more than I ever thought was possible."
For being so cooperative I give him a jab with an electric cattle prod I was lucky enough to find at a garage sale.
He's shaking and twitching and his nude body looks so pathetic, it excites me and drives me to new heights of fury and perversion.
I get on his back so that my pussy is digging into his spine and I kick him with my heels and I tell him to Get UP!
He tries to canter around the living room with me on his back, but of course he can't, so I keep smacking him with the riding crop.
I know now that I'll never get myself in a position where he'll be able to humiliate me like he did in the cellar.
I also told him that you want to see him. He didn't like the idea at all. He thought you would try to change our games, but I told him you weren't that kind of Doctor.
I know you can't give me an opinion right now, until you visit with John, but I would love to get a peek at your notes!
CONCLUSION
Well! I wasn't too sad to see Joan leave my office, I can tell you that.
I'm sorry, but I think a good thing can be carried too far and she has demonstrated a streak of cruelty that I personally find abhorrent!
Of course she would love to see my notes! She would like to control me as easily as she controls her husband!
But that is a fantasy in her mind as far as I'm concerned. She'll never make a fool out of me as she has her husband.
I was actually looking forward to meeting the poor brute so much that I cancelled a scheduled interview I had set up with a famous boxer.
Though this boxer has been someone I have admired and looked up to for a long time, his ego is such that I think he can survive without my help better than John!
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: John T. Age: Thirty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
When John entered my office, he didn't look anything like what I had been led to think he would by his wife, Joan.
He was tall, strikingly handsome and he certainly didn't look like a big boozer.
I offered him a cigarette, but he said he neither smoked nor drank, so Joan's veracity was highly suspect at this point.
He seemed to have a relaxed, easy affability about him that I found highly pleasing. I just couldn't imagine him tying up his wife and leaving her in the cellar as she had described her experience. Although I am smart enough not to judge people by their appearance, I also know that appearances can reveal certain things about people.
Certainly a man who drank as heavily as Joan described her husband to be guilty of, would not have had the clear, fresh eyes and complexion that John did!
His voice was deep and resonant, reasonable to be sure and a nice contrast to the shrillness I found irritating in Joan's.
I asked him to talk freely with me, and he said he would do the best he could.
I feel a little silly doctor, coming here after my wife has already been. I'm sure she has said things to you that I could not possibly refute, if it ever came to that.
The best way, I suppose to deal with that, is to pretend that she was never here.
That's hard, I'll admit. Mainly because she begged me to come.
My wife is a very sick woman, Doctor, but I'm sure you're aware of that. After all, she was your patient!
Why you let her go is beyond me, but I guess you felt she was beyond your help.
Oh, you did!
Wow! That's really outasight!
Yes, well. I'm in advertising as you know. I'm a writer, actually, though in advertising you never really feel that you're writing. Just creating throwaway slogans like so much dirty laundry.
Anyway, my wife's on this power trip. She always wanted to be a writer herself, but she puts down advertising, primarily because she was never able to get a job in it!
She makes fun of all my efforts, but I notice that she doesn't mind that big fat paycheck I bring home with me every Friday. No Sir! She fucking loves that paycheck, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, I was telling you about her power trip. Because she is essentially so helpless herself, she has taken to drinking.
At first I just noticed how nothing was being done around the house and although this pissed me off, I know how boring housework can be for a highly neurotic woman, so I didn't push her on it at all.
But then I started finding all these bottles! You'd think she'd have the brains to throw them away, but as she doesn't even bother emptying the garbage, I suppose it never occurred to her while she was drunk.
By the time she's sober, I've already found them, so what is the point?
I confronted her with this one day, and she laughed in my face. It seemed to me that she wanted to be hit, or she wanted to hit me. I couldn't tell exactly what it WAS that she wanted. But I do know for a fact that she wanted my help.
She began by bringing me a hairbrush and saying:
"Spank me! Please!"
I just stared at her.
"What kind of shit is that for a grown-up woman to be saying?" I asked her.
"My daddy always spanked me when I asked him to," she tells me.
"Your father was a very sick man!" I tell her.
She should know this! Half of our money that we could be saving goes to pay for her father's hospitalization for crying out loud!
She's pushing the hairbrush on me and she's making all these gestures to lift up her very short skirt, showing me her ass and all.
Frankly, I've always admired her ass. She has no tits to speak of, so I figure a man has to look on the bright side of things!
Anyway, I can tell she's been drinking because I can smell a gin and tonic on her breath.
Don't get me wrong, Doctor. I am not a prude and there is a lot of drinking that goes on in my profession.
It's just that it's not for me! I can't hold it! Oh sure, I enjoy getting high, but I'm a pot head myself. I find I enjoy that more!
Anyway, I tell her to go and brush her teeth. "No!" she says, and she stamps her foot like a little girl.
I can see that she's into playing this big game with me and I figure what the hell. If this is the only way to reach her, then I'll have to do it this way!
"I said to go and brush your teeth, you naughty child you!" I yell at her.
She stands there glaring at me and I swear to God if she doesn't look all of ten years old, no one does.
"Fuck you!" she yells.
That really shocked me. I mean, my wife may have her problems, but profanity wasn't one of them, as far as I knew.
I found her repulsive and stupid. I can't abide to see a grown woman coming on like a little girl! It's just so stupid. To be a grown up woman is exciting! Why would anyone demean themselves that way?
Anyway, I'm really getting to lose my temper now, against my better judgment, so I grab the hairbrush.
A big smile creases her face. She looks like I've just given her a pony or something when instead what I'm about to do is give her a big smack on the ass!
I grab her now, because she's playing with my mind and if there's one thing I don't like, it's fucking with my head!
I throw her across my lap and I bring that brush down on her ass as hard as I can!
She cries out and I'm afraid that I've hurt her and that I've gone too far.
"Joan!" I cry. "Are you all right?"
"Of course, stupid!" she hisses at me.
I don't enjoy being called stupid. I am not a stupid man. I didn't get to earn fifty thousand dollars a year writing copy because I'm stupid!
Without even thinking I take that hairbrush and I fucking slam it on her ass so hard, her skin breaks open and blood starts seeping out of the crack.
She's screaming bloody murder now and I'm really convinced that I've gone too far.
"Get in the bathroom and clean yourself up!" I told her.
"Fuck you!" she says, and she makes no move whatsoever to get off my lap!
I can see now that my wife is driving me to a rage on purpose but the thing that surprises me is the satisfaction I'm getting from hitting her.
I suppose it's because I did have a lot of built up tension about her behavior lately, what with the drinking and everything. And now this dumb spanking shit is really confusing me!
I throw her on the floor and stand up.
"Let me suck your cock!" she cries.
This really shocked me. My wife has never been much of a cocksucker and I can't believe my own ears!
"Please!" she says. "I want to feel your big fat joint in my mouth, shooting your gism into my throat!"
Well, actually Doctor, this kind of lewd and obscene talk is turning me on!
I can feel my cock getting all big and hard and I can't even believe it's possible.
It's been a while since we've honored our marriage vows, so I figured what the hell and I take my cock out of my pants and shove it in her face.
She gomps onto my cock like it's made of gold or something.
"Yummy!" she's moaning. "Oh, I love your cock!"
I feel like telling her to shut up when her mouth's full, but I like what she's doing so much I don't want to be too hard on her.
"Faster!" I tell her.
(I'm getting carried away myself and this kind of talk shows what I've always wanted to say to her anyway!)
"Lick it! Fucking suck it!" I'm yelling.
I'm pushing it in and out so fast, I'm afraid I'm going to come any minute.
She stops sucking on my joint and she looks at me with this pitiful look on her face.
"Fuck me up my ass!" she says!
Now this REALLY blows my mind!
Fuck her up the ass! Every time I always tried to suggest something like that, she tells me I'm a beast or something.
I can't figure her behavior out at all, but I figure I'd better take advantage of the way she feels.
I flip her around on her stomach, right there on the floor and I mount her like a dog.
"Good doggy!" she's yelling.
I clamp my hand over her mouth and she bites down on my fingers!
I grab her by the back of her hair and I pull as hard as I can.
"Shut up!" I tell her.
I've got my cock in my right hand now and I'm nosing it up inside the crack in the cheeks of her ass.
Normally I would use some jelly or but I'm in such a rush to take advantage of her, I simply don't have the time to go and look for it.
"OW!" she yells when I stick it up her tight ass.
I never had any idea ass-fucking could be this good and I'm pleased as all shit that she suggested it.
Now, I figure, I can fuck her up the ass whenever she wants it or when she has her period or something like that!
Well, I have never known so much passion in that cold bitch before in my life.
Ever time I thrust my cock as hard as I could up her ass, why she just returned my thrust with everything she had.
We're going back and forth like this for quite a while and I'm wondering if she's enjoying it as much as I am, and I figure she must be. Even though she was making a lot of noise about it!
I can feel the juice in my sacs getting ready to come flying out of my penis now and I'm giddy with excitement.
I cry out to her my hysteria and she answers with some sort of low growl in her throat, like she's really into this doggie thing!
Faster and faster I'm pushing my meat up her anus and I'm also grabbing her cunt with my hand.
She's pumping in and out of my hand as though it's as good as a cock and that's all she cares about.
"I love it up the ass!" she tells me.
This is news to me and I'm wondering who she's practicing on while I'm in the city at the agency.
But right now I don't give a shit. All I care about is shooting my wad up her mudhole and nothing in the fucking world is going to stop me from doing that!
I've got her by the hair and I'm pulling it so hard, already in my hand there are clumps of hair.
She's screaming so hard I can't tell if she's in pain or just digging the sounds of her own screams.
"I'm going to come!" I tell her, as if she needs any advanced warning!
"Me too!" she yells back. "Oh please beat me into submission. Make me grovel at your feet! I worship the ground you walk on!"
All this kind of shit.
Well, it turned me on and I shot such a load of come into her asshole she won't have to take an enema for a year!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she's crying.
I can't help it. My whole body is consumed with pleasure and I want to inflict pain on her and pleasure at the same time.
But after I come, I push her away from me, and I stuff my joint back in my pants.
"Oh let me lick it off!" she pleads.
I'm beginning to think my wife's on some pills or something, but I take it out of my pants and I tell her:
"Fucking suck it clean! I don't want to find any trace of piss or come on my joint, or I'm going to pound your ass until you can't sit down for a week!"
This just drives her to a new frenzy of lust, and she's licking on my joint like the good girl she's trying to become.
When she's through, I examine my cock very carefully, and I see where she's left a tiny drop of come.
"You fucking bitch!" I yell at her. "Where do you come off leaving this mess behind?"
And I hauled off and smacked her but good.
Doctor, telling you these things makes me ashamed, but to tell you the truth, I just feel she drove me to it.
And that's what makes me feel so bad! I mean how can that woman make me do things I sincerely don't want to do?
Maybe that's the real me coming out, I don't know.
But Joan doesn't know this much about me. I've got a chick on the side and as soon as I can see my way clear to divorce her, I'm going to do it.
Joan might think she's got this little tiny hold on me because of the money I'm making and her fantasies.
But let me tell you one thing. We don't have any children and on my salary I'm sure I can support two women. Especially if one of them isn't going to a shrink!
Well, you would have thought that I gave her the biggest present in the world, when I hit her.
She's smiling and all happy. "Lick my ass!" I tell her. "I want you to lick my ass so clean and spanky new that it will look like a baby's ass!"
She set about to do that and I could see where she was bringing this streak of cruelty out of me.
I guess we all have it. Some is more controlled than others, that's all. But I'm sure it's in everyone. Isn't it, Doc?
INTERVIEW TWO
The next time John came to visit me, I had done a radical change on my opinion of Joan.
I saw now where she was totally evil and was capable of anything!
To think that I could have been so obtuse that I never saw that!
It's amazing when we start to think that we're perfect, how far short of the mark we really come.
Anyway, it was a humbling experience for me to see that my opinions aren't always correct and that it is possible for me to make an error.
This is something that I had thought was impossible after all my success after graduate school!
Well, let me tell you this: John was one hell of a patient! He entertained me and we discussed ways in which to deal with Joan. He was so cooperative, that I was sure Joan was off the wall, and John was the person to believe in!
Where was I, Doctor? Oh yes, now I remember!
Well, I just can't believe how I rattled on to you last session! I mean, if you knew me on the outside you wouldn't believe it was the same person!
Well, the point is this. Now that Joan sees me going to you, she's acting all childish and jealous again and it's hard for me to handle her shit.
The other night I went to see my mistress, Sally, and I told her the whole thing. Really poured out my heart.
Well, Sally listened to every word that I had to say. That's why I love her so much. She really cares about me! The only thing Joan cares about is whether or not the bills will be paid!
Sally and I discussed these beatings, my wife's drinking, etc. And the only thing I can say about that is that I feel sorry for my wife. She had no way to defend herself, that was for sure!
So, Sally and I are starting to get intimate now. After all, the reason I come to see her is to get intimate, if you know what I mean!
Naturally I know she isn't going to say anything good about my wife. She HATES my wife, but so do I, so we have a lot in common. Our hatred.
I suppose that isn't much to build a relationship on, is it? I didn't think so.
Anyway, we're rapping about what a dumb cunt my wife is, and she fucking walks in the door!
This really pisses the shit out of me because I knew she knew about Sally, but I didn't know she knew where Sally lived!
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yell at her.
She gives me some shit-eating grin. "I've come to collect what's mine!" she tells me.
Naturally I think she's talking about me! But she goes right up to Sally and puts her arm around Sally!
Now I'm beginning to think this is some kind of crazy world that I've found myself in, and I want to get back into advertising which is far less crazier than I thought after this!
Anyway, I hate to say this, but it appears as though Sally is not exactly pushing my wife away!
In fact, the next thing I know, they're kissing each other.
All my anger drains out of me now. I love to watch two chicks make it!
Sally seems to be leading my wife on. She pushes her towards the bed and begins to rip at her clothes.
I sit in a chair so I can watch this fucking action!
Sally's got my wife's pants off now and she's burying her head between Joan's legs.
I hear a lot of slurping and juicy noises and I think this is far fucking out!
And suddenly it occurs to me that I'M the one who's being made a fool out of!
If Sally and my wife are this fucking friendly, imagine what they've planned for me. Probably to split up the money I'll have to give my wife or something ridiculous like that!
I stuff my cock back in my pants and I take my belt over to where they're going sixty-nine now and I start beating the shit out of both of them.
Now you would think a normal person would sit right up in bed and take notice. But not these two!
They're off in some fucking dream world or something, because all they do is eat each other faster.
Like if they're going to die they just as soon die eating each other out!
I stop smacking them then with the belt, because it doesn't seem to make much of an impression on them.
I decide to fuck Sally up the ass while she's eating out my wife's cunt.
I can see her split beaver with the pink flesh inside and I'm thinking about shoving a hot poker up there and really teaching her a lesson, but I figure Sally's tongue has got to be as hot a poker as I'll ever find!
I mount Sally from behind and her tight ass is even tighter than my wife's and I realize that I'm probably the first whose ever had her this way.
But when it comes to being sexually experienced, I can tell that Sally and Joan aren't any novices.
No one is ever going to convince me that they hadn't been doing this for a long time.
While I'm pumping my joint in and out of Sally's tight little bung hole, I realize that part of my wife's problem is that she and Sally have been eating each other out for a LONG time!
Furthermore, it was Sally who released those long repressed feelings in my wife and therefore it's all Sally's fault!
I know that kind of thinking won't probably go down too well, with you, Doctor. After all, I'm paying you to figure things out, but I think I'm doing a pretty good job on my own, just on my own as I'm talking!
Anyway, I know I'm going to come pretty soon, because I can feel Sally squeezing her ass muscles around my cock like she's trying to squeeze every last drop of come that rests in my balls!
I don't care, God, I love it! I mean, who wouldn't?
Two really decent looking chicks eating out each other while me, the husband of one of them, is fucking the other one up the ass. I think it might be every man's dream of adultery if you know what I mean.
But Sally acts as though most of her interest is in sucking Joan's pussy.
She's mushing around her face on Joan's wet cunt hairs and moaning and playing with her fingers, shoving them up Joan's cunt and this kind of shit is just driving me wild!
I shoot load after load of hot creamy scum up her asshole and I wait for her to come, but she's so busy being brought off by my wife's tongue, I could be a fucking horse that dropped by to say Hello!
I watch the two of them now, because it's pleasant and I really don't have "anything else to do.
My mind is made up. I'm splitting with both of them. How can I have a serious relationship with a mistress who lies and a wife who's a closet lesbian?
I ask you Doctor, am I crazy or what?
Finally they bring each other off without a dildo and that pisses the shit out of me because I would have preferred to see a dildo in action instead of this shit with the tongues.
I can do that!
They're lying all over each other's bodies, they're all sweaty and satiated and even though I came, I'm still pissed.
I reach for my belt again while I can catch them unawares.
I bring it down on both their asses at the same time.
"Oh, not now, dear!" Joan says.
I can't fucking believe my ears!
"Not now!" I rage back at her, and haul off again, but Sally raises an arm.
"Don't be a child," she says. "You had your fun, now let us have ours!"
I see purple, then red, then orange and I haven't decided who to kill first, but then I get a hold of myself.
Why would you want to do that, John, I ask myself.
You have a brilliant career in advertising, whatever that means, and at least you make a lot of money! Why don't you fucking cool it?
It makes sense at the time, plus I'm tired and I've come and not everyone can say that at that hour of the day!
I lay down in the bed with both of them. It's not like it's surrender or anything like that. It's just that I'm tired and I'll fight better next time, that's all!
We all fall asleep and when we wake up, Sally's bustling around in the kitchen, making breakfast for all of us.
"Why don't you come and live with us?" I suggest.
It certainly would simplify my life if I had both my women under the same roof.
It would be a lot cheaper too!
They look at me with interest.
"Wait a minute," Joan says. That's Joan. Always trying to run the whole fucking show.
"Why?" I ask. "Let's carpe diem now!"
Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy, and I know I am, in a way. But at least it's a good way, not like that Charlie Manson fellow, if you know what I mean.
So Joan says:
"I don't think any house is big enough for two women!"
"Can't you think of anything original to say?" I taunt.
Actually I'm getting to dislike her all over again.
Maybe now would be a good time to lay that trip on her head about the divorce. But will
Sally side with her or me? I'm getting so confused I feel like walking out on both of them, but where will that leave me? "I want a divorce," I tell Joan. I wait for this to sink in. She begins to laugh.
If that isn't bad enough, that fucking Sally joins right in!
They're fucking rolling around on the bed, holding their sides, throwing their feet up into the air, the whole bit.
"Well, I'm glad you find it so fucking amusing!" I tell them.
I take off my belt and my pants fall down again.
Now they're looking at me, pointing at my shriveled up cock and roaring like they've just seen Red Skelton or something.
That does it.
I walked over to both of them and I punched them flat in the mouth.
I could hear Sally's teeth crunch and I know already I'm into her for a new upper plate. Then Joan's teeth go flying out of her head and I know I'm in for a jail sentence.
I fall on my knees and beg their forgiveness, but neither one of them can even talk!
They're trying to gum their answer to me and this starts me laughing!
Needless to say, they're not laughing loudly, it's only me and even my laughter is beginning to ring a little hollow, especially when I know what's waiting for me when I stop. Well, finally I stop.
I look at both of them and it's a horrible sight!
Blood is running down their mouths and broken pieces of teeth are everywhere!
I feel like crying I feel so bad. I mean losing your temper and killing someone is bad enough, but to lose your temper and knock out teeth seems so ridiculous.
I take them both in my arms.
They're fighting me like the two wildcats I know them to be.
"I'll be your slave," I tell them. "Anything that you want! I'll buy you new teeth, a trip to Europe, you name it!"
I see them trying to smile and that's even worse
"Don't smile!" I warn them. I can't bear to look at the broken stumps they've got, bleeding in their mouths. Then they start to cry.
I open my wallet. I take all the money I have on me out. I say:
"Here! Take it! It's only the beginning!"
Well, they're both living with me now. They have new teeth, new everything and they're fucking killing me at the bank!
I want you to be completely honest with me, Doctor, what do you think?
CONCLUSION
Though John's case is an unusual one, it is not by a long shot the most outrageous one I've ever heard!
I found his tale to be engrossing and I felt a lot of sympathy for the women he came in contact with.
I advised him to try and make the best of what could be a fabulous situation in the hands of a smarter man.
He didn't like that at all, but I refused to apologize. I told him to shape up or ship out and I didn't want to hear any nonsense from him.
Well, this kind of talk apparently had an effect on him. He calls me quite frequently, confessing that he's never been happier in his life.
And if that isn't what a shrink is suppose to do for you, I'd like to know what the fuck he IS suppose to do!
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Warren P. Age: Forty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Warren was of the blue-collar class and one of my few patients who are.
His thick bull-like neck was red and angry looking and I decided instantly that this was a person I didn't want to argue with!
His bulbous nose looked as though it had been caught in a meat grinder, but he had the gentlest blue eyes I had ever seen! More proof that one shouldn't get hung up on appearances!
His thick body fitted uncomfortably in the chair opposite my desk, so I asked him to lie down on the couch and he didn't like that at all!
I insisted that he be comfortable and that it wasn't because I thought he was crazy that I asked him to get on the couch. I could see that
Warren was not a man who took too easily to orders, so I tried to soft pedal my approach.
Just how to begin with someone like Warren was a hardship for me. I am used to articulate men and women. Not someone who looks as though he had never gotten out of the third grade.
I hoped and prayed he wouldn't assault my ears with dems and dose because God knows my ears have a hard enough time as it is with people who think they know what they're talking about.
But when I caught myself getting on my high horse, I reminded myself of my own humble origins and that took the starch out of my shirt in a hurry, I can teU you that!
Not that the reader is interested, but prior to attaining my present status in the world as a big-deal PhD., I had come from peasant stock.
As a matter-of-fact, my grandfather was a blacksmith and my grandmother was a fisherwoman!
Hardly what one would call being born with a silver spoon in my mouth! But I digress. Let's hear from Warren's own mouth what he thinks his problem is.
Well Doc, you don't mind if I call you Doc, do you?
Good, because I hate the word Doctor. It frightens me, I guess. Probably goes back to my childhood. My father was a Doctor.
Why do you look so shocked? Because I rejected him and his values? Well, I did. I had had it with both him and my mother and I skipped town for good.
Drifted a lot. Bowled a lot. Got pretty good too. Went professional for a year, but couldn't take it.
Well, I'm married now. Have been for almost twenty years to a nice woman, Doris. Nothing special. But then again, neither am I!
Why are you smiling, Doctor? Am I amusing you? Well, that's nice!
Most of our kids are grown and out of the house. Right now I own a gas station, so you can't really say I'm that uptight for money. So don't worry about your bill.
Anyway, something unusual has been going on at my house and I thought you'd like to hear about it. It has me a little confused, but if I can hear from an authority that what I'm doing is all right, I guess I'll be able to handle it.
It all started one night when I had been out bowling with the boys. I guess I had had one too many beers. When I got home, Doris was sitting in MY chair watching television.
I know this will probably sound silly to you, but I have a thing about my chair. I don't bitch about too much, Lord knows, but my chair is the only thing I have that I can truly call my own.
She knows this, so I got the impression she was doing it on purpose.
"Bowl good?" she asked me. "Or did you spend so much time drinking beer that you couldn't even see the alley?"
"Have you been drinking?" I ask her. Normally Doris is a pretty meek woman.
"No," she said. "I have better things to do than sit around drinking beer all night!"
"Like sitting in my chair, woman?" I ask her.
Right off the bat she can hear that I'm pissed off.
She doesn't make a move out of the chair, though!
"Why can't I sit in your chair?" she wants to know.
I think she's acting like a baby and I can't figure it out except to think that maybe she's going through the change, you know what I mean?
Anyway, I grab her kinda roughly by the front of her cotton dress and I drag her out of the chair.
She's resisting me, so her dress rips.
"Hey!" she yells and she begins to slap at me.
This excites me. It reminds me of when I was in high school and girls are always slapping at my hands every time I try to get fresh with them!
I kinda lose my temper now and I give her a big push.
She falls to the floor, on the rug, and her dress goes up around her thighs.
I can see just a little bit of her bush and I'm really getting excited now!
I should tell you that even though my wife is no longer a young woman, she is still good-looking. She's in her late thirties, not exactly an old bat!
I have this desire to throw my body on top of hers and fuck the shit out of her, but I'm taking my time with her, kinda playing like, you know what I mean?
She's lying there staring up at me and she's got this sly look in her eyes, like she always does right before we have sex.
"What do you want, Doris?" I asked her in a low voice.
"I want your cock up my ass!" she hisses back at me.
"Tough shit!" I tell her. "I'll give you my cock when I'm good and ready!"
She's grabbing at my pants leg now, like a dog that bites a mailman.
I give her a little kick, not hard, in the side and she cries out: "Ow!"
I laugh at this kind of shit. It seems to me that she's digging my mood, so I'm not going to get all alarmed over a little ow!
Since the kids left our house, I must admit things, especially our sex lives, had been a little dull.
If this kind of thing can get it going for the two of us, I figure what the hell, you know what I mean?
I reach down and grab her around the head, so that I'm pulling on her hair.
"Before I let you have my cock up your bunghole," I tell her. "I want you to suck my cock real good!"
And I take my cock out of my pants and I sort of wave it in her face.
She's reaching out for it like a crazed woman.
"I want it!" she yells. "I want your cock!"
It's nice to be wanted, you know what I mean?
"Open your mouth, slut!" I tell her.
I didn't have to tell her that twice! She's got her mouth opened so wide that I'm almost afraid to put my cock in there because I'll never see it again!
I sort of kneel in front of her so I can ram my joint down her throat, and she starts to close her eyes.
She's sucking along like a big baby, and I feel myself getting pretty weak.
She's gurgling and slurping and making these weird sounds that I've never heard her make before.
As a matter-of-fact, she was never that experimental in bed before, so her current behavior is kinda knocking me out.
I push my cock in and out of her mouth so fast, I half expect to see it pop out the back of her head, or to choke her to death.
I don't want to choke her to death, because she won't be able to bring me off. So I jerk my cock out of her mouth and decide to make her really helpless.
I got out into the kitchen and I get an extension cord out of one of the drawers and I quickly tie her hands behind her back.
She's lying there, on her back, now, with only her mouth free.
I kneel again in front of her, like I'm dumping a big load of fuel in her mouth and I say:
"Now you can suck my cock, you fucking slave!"
This excites her, I can tell, because she starts to drool.
Seeing that spit leave her mouth gets me so excited, I almost come. I know that spit is going to be wrapped around my cock, but that's not all I have in mind for her!
She's sucking on my balls now, taking each one in her mouth and running her tongue all over them like they're some candy balls or something.
"That's nice, slave!" I tell her. "You just keep on sucking and licking my balls, you Pig!"
Instead of her getting all pissed off because I'm using this kind of language with her, she seems to just dig it.
I know I'm going to come pretty soon if she keeps this up, so I rudely toss her over on her stomach.
Then I lift her dress up and yank down her drawers.
I can see her big fat ass staring me in the face and I bend down to it and take a big sniff. Smells pretty good to me. I pull the checks of her ass far apart in my hands and I stick my cock up there.
Boy! It didn't want to go for shit! I'm pushing and grunting, and she's yelling and I feel as though come hell or high water I'm gonna get my cock up her asshole if it's the last thing I do on this earth!
Not a very grand design for my life, you're probably thinking, but certainly the most important thing for me at this moment!
Then I decide before I give her the thrill of my big cock, I think I'll spank her around a bit and redden up those big white ass cheeks!
I start slapping her gentle at first, then getting rougher and rougher until I can see the imprint of my hand on her backside.
She's crying and kicking and acting like a little girl, but I know she's digging the shit out of it.
I swear, I have never had so much fun with her in years!
When I figure she's had enough of this kind of shit, I throw her on the floor again so that her ass is facing me and I really ram it to her now.
I can feel her bunghole stretching to allow my cock room enough to get inside there and rut around.
She's bucking her hips up and down like a dog in heat and squeezing her ass around my cock like a vise.
I really dig this! I don't know how to describe the way I felt, but after such a shitty bowling night, it's taking away all my cares.
"Oh Doris!" I yell at her. "Don't you love it?"
She's groaning and moaning and sweating and acting like such a big sow I decide to call her piggy from then on.
"Get it on, little pig woman!" I tell her and I thrust my cock even deeper inside her ass.
Meanwhile I've got my hand playing with her stinky pussy, pulling on the hairs and in general giving her a real rough time of it.
But it seems as though she can take just about everything I'm dishing out.
This kind of annoys me, but I figure for right now I'll just shoot my rocks off and deal with her attitude later!
I feel my come shooting out of my balls and washing out the inside of her anus, and she must feel it too.
"I'm coming!" she's yelling.
So I don't want her to express what a good time SHE'S having, so I put my hand over her mouth.
Just for good measure, I pinch her nose shut so she can't breath too good. She's gasping and turning red, trying to get her breath, and when I figure she's had enough I take my hand away.
I've already come, so it doesn't make any difference to me now.
I bring my cock out of her ass and I go into the bathroom to wash up.
When I come back outside, she's sitting in my chair again!
"Get the fuck out of my chair, pig woman!" I tell her.
And I grab her and throw her on the floor.
She's lying there like a beaten dog and I tell her to make me something good to eat.
I give her a kick in the ass just to prove to her that I'm not fucking around and she goes into the kitchen to make me something.
"Bring me another beer, while you're at it!" I tell her.
In a few minutes, she's back in the room with a nice turkey sandwich and a beer and I tell her to turn on the television. To switch channels.
She's hurrying around, trying to be real good and I figure that's the way a marriage should be, with the wife doing all the work, just waiting on the husband.
After all, I have to bust my ass down there at the gas station. I deserve a little respect in my own home after listening to shit all day long.
I watch television for awhile, then I tell her I'm tired.
"Clean up the house," I tell her, "and don't try and wake me up when you come to bed. I need my sleep!"
I can see she's disappointed in this! That woman should be a whore. She's insatiable! I could make a lot of money with her, if she was younger, but I know no one's going to pay to shove it up her cunt anymore. Too old.
Well, for the next few weeks, everything is just hunky dory for me and I know she's happy, but then I start getting bored again.
I talked to my best friend, Brad, asking him if he's ever knocked his wife around a bit and he tells me all the time.
He then tells me about restraints, whips and gags, that sort of thing.
Well, the station is doing real well, so I invest in some of this shit and I bring it home.
I feel happier and more excited than I can remember in months.
Doris is standing at the sink in the kitchen making me dinner.
I slap the gag on her mouth so I don't have to listen to any complaints.
"Keep working," I tell her. "I want a silent slave!"
Her face is getting all red underneath the gag, but there's nothing she can do about it.
I don't want to tie her hands just yet because then she won't be able to wait on me. But she can't eat until I'm through either.
I ate a really good meal and I felt satisfied and happier than any man of my acquaintance!
"All right," I tell her, after I've eaten the best of everything. "Sit down! Now you can eat, pig woman!"
She sits down all grateful and I take the gag off her mouth.
Right away, she starts in with complaining about this, bitching about that.
"Shut up!" I tell her. "I don't want to hear any of that shit!"
She clamps her mouth shut.
"Eat!" I command her. "You're going to need all your strength."
She eats. I'll tell you one thing. She minds real good, that Doris!
She's working on some berry shortcake now that I know she made especially for me, only I was so full before I couldn't eat any of it.
Now I want it in the worse way!
Something just came over me and I grabbed the strawberry shortcake and Doris by the hair and I threw her across the dining room table.
Now if you don't think that looked weird, believe me, it did!
I rip down her pants and I shove the creamy gooey stuff up her crotch and then I get on the table and I start licking it out of her cunt.
I know this is not exactly torture for her, but after she comes, it is!
I keep on licking and sucking away, not paying any mind to the fact that she's uncomfortable and wanting me to stop.
I stick my tongue so high up inside her cunt and then I waggle it all over her big fat clit.
That's another thing about Doris, her clit is so big and fat it's really like a man's penis. Not that I'm into sucking guys off! No! That's not my scene, but it was the biggest clit I had ever seen in my life.
Just about big enough to get a rope around!
With this new idea in my head, I get really excited.
"Stay on the table!" I command her.
I run back into the kitchen and start going through the draws looking for some rope. Nothing.
I find some twine though and I race back to the dining room table and I start to bind her around the crotch.
I do a double knot on her clit and she's grunting and straining now and I'm afraid she's going to scream, so I put the gag back on her mouth.
I can't explain this, but she seemed not like a real person anymore to me. Just a toy. My very own human being to play with!
I felt like Frankenstein must have felt like when he invented that monster.
Maybe it brings out the monster in me, too, I don't know.
All I know is that I had more fun playing with her since we got into our sex games than I ever did in almost twenty years of marriage!
Meanwhile, she's all tied up on the dining room table with these twine ropes running all around her body, up her clit, that sort of thing and the fucking doorbell rings.
This alarms me, because we don't do much entertaining, so I figure it's got to be one of our kids.
Maybe our son Bill. He lives a few towns away from us, so it's possible he and his wife dropped by to visit with Doris and myself!
I try to straighten myself up and I go to the door, and it is Bill!
Now I'm really in a quandary, because I know his mother is in this condition I've put her into.
"Hi Dad!" he says, all bright and happy. "How's Mom?"
I make a few excuses, mumbling some kind of shit and I try to keep him in the kitchen.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next time Warren came to visit me, he looked better than before.
He had lost a few excess pounds and wasn't so beefy appearing.
I found him to have a kind of rough, rustic charm and I was eager to find out exactly what had happened the night his son Bill came to visit him and his wife.
I had to prod Warren into relating that, for he had moved on so much in his own experiences, that that seemed like very old business to him!
Oh! You mean the night Bill came? Hmm! Well, it didn't turn out the way I thought it would at all.
Turns out he's got his own wife in the car, so I sent him out to get her, (Mary), and while he's outside collecting his own wife, I untie
Doris and tell her to make herself presentable for her son and his wife.
She's flying around, trying to get the shortcake out of her cunt and I'm doing my best to appear that the only thing I'm into is watching football on television.
Mary and Bill come into the living room and I notice Bill is acting differently towards Mary.
"Sit down!" he tells her.
Mary drops to a sitting position on the couch and he doesn't even sit near her.
Now that I'm into my own scene, I'm very quick to pick up on what other people are doing, and what seems to be going down between Mary and Bill reminds me of what's going on between Doris and myself!
It's amazing the things we inherit, isn't it?
Anyway, I tell Doris to get them whatever they want and Bill says:
"Help Doris, Mary, right now!"
Mary jumps to her feet to follow my wife into the kitchen and I turn to my son and I say:
"What's come over you, Bill? I never heard you talk to your wife like that before!"
He gives me a big smile and then he launches into this discussion of how he and a few of his friends got together one evening and had a frank discussion of their sex lives.
They formed this club with the men as masters one week, the wives as masters the next.
That has a lot of appeal for me, because I'm the type that gets tired of bossing someone around.
Especially when they mind as well as Doris does. You know what I mean?
So I get all excited when Bill is telling me this and I'm dying to tell him what his mother and I are into, but I'm not sure that would be right.
He's only nineteen or so, and Mary, why she can't be more than eighteen!
That's the thing today that really makes me jealous of the younger generation. They're not waiting around to discover for themselves, or to be told what they're doing is all right. They just go right out there and they do it!
Finally I take a deep breath and ask him to explain a little bit more about his club before the girls come back into the room.
"Well," he says, "The guys I work with down the shop get all the sex they can handle. And we figured what's the point? I mean, if you can't have a little variety, who needs it? All of us like to fuck around, but we don't want to hurt our wives. We decided to keep it in our own little group. That way we could control it and it wouldn't get out of hand!"
He looks at me.
I know he feels self-conscious telling his old man this, but I encourage him.
"Go on!" I say excitedly.
"Well," he says, more relaxed now, "at first it was just swinging together. We would all get together on say a Saturday night, at one of our houses.
We would booze it up and when the music and the drinks started going to our heads, we would start dancing and feeling up each other's wives.
It was nice because we have four couples in our group and I don't know of any man who can handle more than four women at a time!
We were into fucking and sucking and we would make a big daisy chain on the floor. It was just fantastic.
Well, this is going on for a couple of months, and everyone's happy.
Then one night, the women kind of revolted. They said they were sick of our sexist shit or something like that and that they didn't want to play anymore.
Naturally all the guys were pissed as shit to hear this kind of news.
One guy, John, took off his belt and began to smack his wife around right in front of everyone!
We were all pretty shocked until we saw that his wife was really digging it.
Then we all started it! It was wild! I started smacking Mary around and she would run away from me and I would chase her and I'm telling you Dad, it was just great.
Then we decided to have a mild torture club like bondage and discipline. That's how the concept of the master slave alternate weeks cropped up. It's worked out real well for everyone because we learned it's easier to think of ways to be cruel to each other than it is to love."
Well, I just stared at my son. I never realized he was so smart! I guess with the kind of genes he inherited I should have known better, but I didn't.
I break down and confess to him that Doris and I just started that kind of shit and he starts laughing.
"You two!" he croaks. "I can't believe it!"
That kind of hurts my feelings, I mean just because a guy's getting up there doesn't mean he can't still have a good sex life, you know what I mean?
When Doris and Mary come back into the room with coffee and cookies, we all relax and I tell Doris about Mary and Bill.
"Why, my landsakes!" she says, all innocence and that kind of bullshit.
"Knock it off," I tell her. "I've already told him about us!"
She blushes now and acts real ashamed, but Mary puts her arms around her and tries to comfort her.
Right then and there I wonder if Bill's club has the wives making it with each other?
"Oh sure!" he tells me, like he invented it or something. "We like to watch them eat out each other's cunts! Especially because we've all eaten out the same cunts. It's hard to explain but it's the best thing that ever happened to our marriage!"
Now I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going crazy and have passed these crazy genes down to my son or something, which is the main reason I'm coming to you.
I'm curious to find out if this is just something that's happening in our little town or if it's something that's going on all over the United States between other good Americans like myself?
I guess from the books and magazines I've seen that it's big business, so I guess there are other couples into it, but they all seem to live so far away from us.
If only they could have a convention and a bill of rights type thing. We could get a very powerful lobby in Washington and maybe beat the shit out of the President when we were so moved, if you know what I mean!
Anyway, now Bill and Mary have actually revealed themselves so honestly in front of us, I want to see a little action.
"Eat our your daughter in law," I tell Doris.
I don't think Doris has ever entertained the thought of sucking on another women's pussy, but I know she loves to have her own eaten, but you should have seen the shocked look on her face.
"Oh, I couldn't!" she protests.
"I'm not kidding around," I tell her. "I want you to suck out Mary's cunt right now!"
I stand up as though I'm going to get one of my whips.
Then I realize I haven't shown Bill my collection.
"Come," I said to Bill. "While they're discussing this, I'd like to show you my little collection of whips!"
Bill is all eager to see this kind of shit and he follows me like a puppy, like he did when he was a little boy.
He is really impressed with my collection and I can feel myself getting all proud.
"I wonder how they're making out in the other room?" I say.
"Let's go back and see," he says.
So we return just in time to see Doris on her knees by the couch, taking a big sniff of Mary's cunt.
I nudge Bill like "I told you so!" kind of thing and he's got a smile on his face from ear to ear!
I don't know if you will think this is odd, Doc, or what, but seeing my very own wife, eating out my daughter-in-law, why it just made me feel as though if that happened more frequently, there would be less chance for divorces and fights in this country!
I mean it would be a fantastic breakthrough, no more fights, just lots of loving!
Anyway, Mary opened her eyes when we . came back in the room and she gives her husband a big smile like she's really enjoying herself.
I kind of envied their closeness, but I was really so proud of Doris for participating like this I felt like going over there and giving her a big hug.
Instead I decide to go over there and paddle her ass!
I go and get one of my brand new wooden paddles and I bring it into the living room.
"Bill," I say, "lift your mother's dress up in the air."
He's all happy to participate in this sort of thing, so he obeys me real good.
Now that her big ass is exposed, I advance towards her with my paddle.
Taking it like a baseball bat, I haul off and give her a loud smack!
Why, I swear you could have heard that in the next county
She lets out with a big yelp and I smile to myself and Bill is laughing now.
"Eat her cunt, Mother!" he's egging her on.
She looks up to give him a big smile and I swear they were never closer than at that moment.
It looks as though everyone is having a good time, that's for sure!
I keep batting away on her ass, urging her to eat out Mary faster and faster and I can see where her tongue is getting all tired, but I don't give a shit.
If you don't push yourself in any endeavor how are you going to know what you are really capable of?
When I'm tired of slapping her ass with the paddle, I mount her from the back and start pushing my cock up her asshole.
Bill is watching this whole thing and he says:
"I never knew you had such a big cock, Dad!"
That made me proud as shit, I can tell you that!
Now we get together all the time and I have never enjoyed such a close relationship with either my wife, Mary or Bill. I'm thinking about telling the other children, but I want to wait until they approach me first!
The only thing that I really want from you, Doc, is your honest opinion. Is this behavior weird, or do you think it has some merit?
CONCLUSION
I told Warren as I tell all my patients, that my opinion is simply that: my opinion. It doesn't mean that my colleagues will agree with anything that I say, but I don't care about them anymore.
I think that Warren, Bill and Doris enjoy one of the nicest relationships a family in this country today can enjoy. I wished him all the luck in the world, and I told him I wouldn't have to see him anymore, and it wasn't necessary to interview his wife, either.
Though this breaks with my precedents, I feel one has to be loose about these things and not tied into some dogmatic way of acting, especially when it can be harmful or prevent one from getting at the truth.
He thanked me and I promised to buy gas at his station.
We both parted, glowing with the thrill of having met each other!
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Mack K. Age: Twenty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
Mack, a policeman, sought my help first by phone. There was a frantic quality to his voice and I agreed to see him at once.
He came over to my office still in his uniform and I was struck instantly at what a great big, handsome cop he was!
Not that guys turn me on, if you know what I mean, but there's no reason in hell why I can't appreciate a work of beauty when I see one!
Anyway, he confessed that he thought his job was getting to him in a way that he no longer could control. Though he is unmarried at the present time, he does have a steady girlfriend, Diane.
The way he described his feelings is best told in his own voice. His voice, by the way, was one of the nicest I had ever heard. It was deep and rich, and had his background been a bit different, he might have had a career that would have rivaled Richard Burton's!
Well! I never thought I would find myself in a shrink's office!
No offense, Doctor, but I've always considered myself to be a healthy person. I had no trouble passing the mental test to get on the race, though I admit it's not a very rigid one!
Anyway, lately I've gotten into this thing about my authority
Every time I stop a motorist, I feel as though they're my victims and I'm some kind of God.
They've warned us against this, and I'm working very hard at not being that kind of cop.
I've always hated the kind of guys we have on the force that have given all cops a bad name and I sure as shit don't want to be like them!
I hope you don't mind if I express myself freely, but it's more natural for me to swear than to deny that this is the real way I talk!
Anyway, I had an experience the other day that really shook up my idea of myself.
I saw this speeding car, so naturally I took off after it. We're on a quota system now and I needed one more ticket for the day.
It was a little red convertible, and I couldn't tell if it was a girl or a guy driving it. It was a very small car and all I saw was blonde hair.
I chased it for about ten miles and the longer I chased it the madder I got.
When people know they can't escape why do they bother giving me such a hard time?
It's beyond me!
Anyway, I finally forced it off the road, not because I wanted to hurt the driver, but it was the only thing I could do.
I approached the car with my hand on my gun because I figured whoever was driving this thing had to be crazy.
After all, I had my blinkers going and my sirens and everything, so there was no way they could deny knowing that I wanted them to stop!
Well, it was a girl.
And not just your ordinary girl. This girl was beautiful and very young. Probably just got her license, that kind of thing.
But she wasn't afraid or embarrassed or anything like that! She was defiant and that always pisses me off. I'm there to uphold the law not to pick on people!
"Get out," I told her. I figured she could be armed and dangerous.
I took her license and registration and even though I'm not supposed to, I frisked her.
She was clean.
And she smelled terrific!
"Get your hands off me, cop!" she says, all nasty.
Right away that doesn't sit too well with me.
We're on a deserted road right now, so I'm not afraid anything or anyone is going to come along and see what I'm doing, so I say:
"Shut your face, you little bitch or I'll shove something down there that will make you choke!"
I couldn't even believe these words are flying out of my mouth!
She laughed then.
"What will it be?" she says. "Your cock or your stick?"
I can't believe such language out of a sixteen year old child!
But she didn't look sixteen at all. She had the body of a beautiful woman. And to tell you the truth, I like strong chicks. I don't consider it much of a conquest if I've got someone leaning on me all the time. After all, I have to take care of myself and sometimes that's hard enough as it is!
"Maybe I mean my cock," I tell her. "And maybe I mean my stick! And maybe I mean my fucking gun!"
"What the fuck is the difference?" she asks me. "Your cock comes, your gun comes, your stick comes."
I can feel my cock getting hard in my pants and I want to ram it down her throat.
I want her on her knees in front of me. I want my gun at her head, forcing her to suck me off at gunpoint.
I try to get control of myself while I'm phoning her number into Albany.
Then I write her a ticket when I see she's got a clean license, though I don't give it to her yet. I want to play with her a while longer.
After all, she's given me a tremendous start and I could have lost my life chasing her over these back roads.
"You know this is going on your record in Albany," I tell her," and furthermore I think you're either on drugs or drunk."
She laughs real loud then and I can see what pretty teeth she has, how red her lips are, and her beautiful pink tongue.
I can just imagine how her cunt would look too, all pink and moist and eatable!
I'm trying to control my hard-on, but her blue eyes are very quick to pick it out.
She reaches for it with her hand and she flicks her thumb and forefinger against it and she says:
"What you got there, copper?"
And she laughs again.
Now I'm beginning to go off the wall with this chick and she doesn't realize how much in danger she really is with me!
I grab her by the hair and I bring my mouth down on hers, because I know there's no reasoning with her.
I can feel her mouth give way beneath mine and it drives me to even greater passion and fury.
My cock is pressing against her stomach now, but she's still fighting me and pounding her fists against my back.
This only excites me further, but I'm so much stronger than her, she doesn't have a chance in hell.
Here I am, going with a nice girl and I'm carrying on right on a public road like the maniacs I'm always chasing!
It was like another person crept inside my body and took over.
Me! Mack! The nice guy. The nicest cop on the force! I can't believe it, but I don't give a shit, I'm like a madman.
I'm grabbing at her tits and believe me, she's got a pair of knockers on her that would have ensured her stardom in Hollywood, if she ever decided to go there!
I'm squeezing them, and I'm grabbing her ass and it's like I can't get enough of her.
Meanwhile, she goes limp in my arms when she realizes she can't fight me anymore.
I don't like fucking a piece of wood, but I'm not supposed to be thinking about fucking her, period!
Then I feel her little hand come creeping up between my legs, seeking out my crotch.
When I think of all the women that have tried to seduce me out of giving them a ticket, I have to laugh at how this one is fighting ME seducing her!
She's got a hold of my cock now and she's squeezing it.
I know we can't fit into her car and no way am I going to have her suck me off in the patrol car. I mean, if a civilian came up to me asking for directions or help, or something like that, wouldn't that look great for the force? Me, getting a blow-job in the back seat!
I don't know what the fuck to do!
"Okay," I tell her, my voice all shaky and funny-sounding, "get over there in the woods and wait for me."
I get back into my patrol car and I throw the speaker up loud so that if the station calls me I'll hear it and I'll be able to answer a call for help.
She takes off for the woods and I think I'm home free.
I see her blonde hair in the woods, contrasting with the green leaves and I swear to God, I feel like a kid again!
I don't even think about my chick, Gale, I can only think about this little piece of ripe cunt I've got waiting for me in the woods!
"Did you catch that speeder?" the station wants to know.
"Yes," I tell them, and I gulp.
"Any problems?" they ask.
"None," I lie.
"Well, if you need any help we can send another patrol car around," they tell me. "Ron is working your area tonight. Just give him a call."
Shit! I think. That nosy bastard Ron is probably looking for me right now.
I go into the woods with Diane.
"Can I trust you to follow me?" I ask her.
She looks at me, real funny like.
"Why?" she wants to know.
"I'd like to get the patrol car off the road. I know where we both can hide our cars together."
She shrugs.
"What's in it for me?" she asks.
"You won't get a speeding ticket and if won't be registered in Albany," I tell her, hating myself for these words that come flying out of my mouth.
"Okay," she says. "I'll follow you!"
I get back in my patrol car and I lead the way to a great parking area that I know about.
That's a nice thing about being a cop, you really get to know the county!
I'm so hot now, I can barely drive, but I get out of my car and wait for her to pull up.
The minute she does, I get all horny again. I grab her and drag her out of her car.
"On your knees, you little piece of shit!" I tell her.
To my surprise she drops to her knees.
I quickly take my cock out of my pants, and I'm not bragging when I tell you it's a big one!
She likes that a lot, I can tell. I no sooner have it out of my pants and she's trying to stuff it into her mouth.
I want to do everything to this chick. I want to eat her, have her suck me off, fuck her up the cunt, fuck her up the ass, you name it! But I'm only human so I can only do so much, if you know what I mean!
Well, the way she's sucking me off, it looks as though the only thing I'll be able to stand is a blow-job, but I'm a young guy and I have the feeling I'll be seeing her again.
I couldn't believe the number she's laying on my cock. I took out my gun which is something I've never done on duty before and I place it at her head.
"Suck it better," I tell her, "Or I'll blow your fucking head off!"
I can't believe her reaction or the way I feel!
She's sucking me like she's the best cocksucker in the world!
I want to marry her! I think I'm in love! It's the craziest thing that ever happened to me. I know I'm risking the years I have on the force, plus my relationship with Gale, everything for this little slut, but I can't help it!
She's doing something with her mouth that I can't describe. Kind of a sucking, pulling, swallowing thing that's just driving me up a fucking tree.
"I'm going to come!" I yell, throwing all my dignity to the wind.
She sucks faster and faster. She's making these sounds and I don't know what came over me, but I kind of kicked her. Then I put my gun away and held her by the head with both my hands.
I can feel her blonde silky hair between my fingers, but all I want to do is hurt her.
I begin to twist her hair, pulling at it, and she can't cry out because I've got my cock jammed down her throat.
I know I'm going to pump her so full of scum that she had better swallow it or she's fucking gonna drown and I'm going to find myself, a cop, on a murder rap!
I began to shoot these great globs of white shit down her throat and I find out I didn't have to worry about her swallowing it! She is taking everything I can give her like she hasn't had a drink of anything for days!
I can feel my knees growing weaker and I'm using my grip on her hair to stand up straight!
That should show you what a fantastic blow-job that slut gave me!
After she had swallowed the last of it, she wipes her mouth and she gets off her knees and she tells me:
"Anytime you want me to suck your cock, copper, just chase me!"
And she starts to go back to her car.
"Wait a minute!" I tell her. "I'm not through with you yet!"
She stops then, and half turns to look at me.
"What do you mean?" she wants to know.
"When can I see you again?" I ask her, feeling like the biggest asshole in the world.
"When do you want to see me again?" she repeats.
"Tomorrow," I tell her. "I'm working the same shift and I have the same area. Only don't make me chase you all over the fucking county all right?"
She smiles then and I can't believe how pretty she is.
I've got all the vital information I need on her anyway. Where she lives, that kind of shit. But I want her to come to me because SHE wants to, if you know what I mean.
That night I had a date with Gale and even though I had been going out with her for years, I just couldn't get it up.
All I could think about was Diane. Diane! Even her name turned me on. There were so many things I wanted to do with her, I couldn't think straight.
Gale flashed on my attitude right away, and I could tell she was hurt, but frankly, Doctor, I no longer gave a shit!
INTERVIEW TWO
For Mack's second interview, he came in his civilian clothes.
He looked fine in them, but not as fantastic as he did in his uniform.
I was confused as to why a handsome man like himself should act so surprised when he got his way with a pretty girl!
I figured out that despite his idea of himself, his estimation was really quite low. He had to hide behind his uniform.
I took it as a positive sign that he dared to show me, his Doctor, the real man behind the uniform.
He had seen Diane again, and he could hardly wait until he had to chance to relate what had happened. But I had a few incoming phone calls to clear up before I could allow him the chance to proceed.
Whenever this happens, I naturally allot the patient some extra time at the end of the session.
This can back up a lot of my other patients, but when it comes to something as important as helping another human being, what can I tell you?
Oh Doctor! I have never been so happy in ' my entire life!
I met Diane again and for a sixteen year old girl, she's quite mature.
She's also very sexually advanced. It seems as though her thing is to dominate me totally.
I know that I'm a symbol of authority to her, and perhaps even a father figure, but I am a complete slave around her.
Anything that she wants, it's my pleasure to give. I don't have a lot of money, God knows, working on the force, but I am prepared to support her, buy her anything she wants.
Her car insurance is due so I told her not to worry about it. I would pay for it. God knows I want her on the road.
Everyday now all I can do is look for her little red car. She's taken me, a strong, independent cop, and make me into nothing more than a fucking mush! But I love, it, I'm sorry I can't explain it better to you, but that's why I'm here, I guess. I need you to explain it for me. What?
Oh yeah. I found out a lot about her personal life.
She's a rich kid. Her mother is dead and her father is very guilty over the fact that he doesn't spend much time with her.
He tries to make it up to her by giving her everything she wants, but of course what she really wants is his cock!
She told me this herself and though it shocked me at the time, it DOES make a lot of sense!
Anyway, we've gotten pretty close. She likes to boss me around. She has forced me to do some pretty weird stuff.
On my last day off she invited me to her house and when I say she lives in a mansion I'm not kidding!
She sent all the servants off someplace and she made me dress up like a butler.
"I love to see you in uniform!" she told me, and I guess it's true. After all, that's the way she met me!
Anyway, I'm dressed up in this butler's outfit and she tells me she wants me to give her a bath.
She gives me a lot of instructions about the kind of bath she wants and it takes me almost an hour to get it right.
She had to have the right temperature. She had to have the right bubble bath shit in there. She had to have a particular face cloth, a favorite towel.
I'm breaking my ass to please her and she has me running all over the house looking for these things and all she does is laugh!
But I'm so happy because we're not making it in my patrol car or in the woods. We're in the house now and I begin to feel like a real person, even though I am dressed up in this butler uniform.
Finally, I get everything all ready and I go to get her.
She's sitting in the kitchen, completely nude and Doctor, she's got a body that you wouldn't believe!
I don't ever want to fuck or be with Gale again and Gale's been following me, trying to find out exactly what it is that I'm doing on my free time now.
I know that Gale can hurt me in the department, so I have to be careful, but I feel so depraved and abandoned with Diane I can't help myself.
Anyway, I tell her her bath is ready and she tells me I have to carry her in there.
I don't mind that at all! It's my pleasure to hold that lovely nude flesh in my arms!
I carry her up these big fucking stairs and I deposit her in the water.
"It's too hot!" she tells me. "Do it all over again!"
And she runs back down the stairs.
Well, I'm sorry, but this really pisses the shit out of me. After all, I had taken a lot of care getting this fucking bath ready and I'm starting to lose my fucking temper.
I go after her and I drag her by the hair up the stairs. She's screaming and I'm hoping that there really aren't any servants in the house or my ass is going to be cooked, but good!
She's going bumpty bump bump up the stairs and I know she's probably getting a lot of bruises on her ass, but I don't care anymore.
I throw her in the tub and she lands with a big splash.
"OW!" she's yelling.
I grab a towel and I wrap it around her mouth so she can't say anything else to me. I'm beginning to feel as though I've had enough of her shit at this point.
Then I tie her hands behind her back so that her tits are all sticking out in my face.
I begin to suck on her wet, juicy tits and my cock is ready to burst out of my butler uniform.
I know she can't suck me off as long as she has that towel around her mouth but I'm not about to remove it. No siree!
I start to scrub her body and this is one of my favorite chores.
I soap her up real good, all over. Underneath her sweet little arm pits, her back, between her legs, her toes, you name it and it felt the force of my soapy facecloth.
She's starting to squirm in the bathtub and I know for a fact that she's getting all turned on.
I just keep soaping away though. I figure if I have to wait on her, she can fucking well wait on me!
Her skin is all pink now from the heat of the water and she's got these little goose bumps where the air is hitting her skin.
I can tell she's a real blonde by her pubic patch and that makes me feel good, because I am too.
I don't know what I'm going to do with her now, but I'm going to do something with her that's going to let her know she's not the only boss.
After all, I am a man and I'm desperate to get my manhood back, if you know what I mean!
I stare at her eyes and they've got this funny expression in them, and it's hard to me to tell if she's digging what I'm doing to her, or just putting up with it.
I don't care.
I make her stand up now in the tub so I can rinse her off underneath the spray of the shower.
Then I take this big fluffy towel and I start patting her dry.
I take a lot of care of her cunt, because that's the part I love best!
Then I cover her with this perfume that smells so good, it just about drives mc fucking wild!
Finish off with some dusting powder and she's like a brand-new baby. My baby!
Now I carry her into the master bedroom, which is really her father's, because I know that will turn her on.
Not that she needs to be turned on. don't get me wrong.
I can tell she's turned on by the fact that even though I dried off her pussy so well, it's starting to drip with her love juices.
I lay her on the bed and I separate her legs. She's free now, and I decided to tie her feet to the big bed posts.
I find some rope and I tie one leg to one post and another leg to another post.
Now she looks like a fork in the road, with her pussy in the center.
Then I tie her arms the same way.
"If I hear any shit out of you," I tell her, "I'm going to gag your mouth with something, so if you have any brains in that sixteen year old head of yours, I would keep my mouth shut!"
"Fuck you!" she says.
Her eyes were blazing.
Man, that pissed me off, so I hauled off and smacked her across the mouth.
It seems to me that she just can't get enough punishment!
Then I went to look for something to stuff in her mouth and decided to stuff a pillow case down there instead.
Now she is my complete prisoner, only it's a lot nicer prisoner than the ones I'm usually stuck with down at the station!
Down there all I ever get are drunks and hoboes, that sort of shit!
Anyway, I stare at her, because she looks like such a fucking feast for the eyes. You know what I mean. She's a real Lolita and I'm that nut that took her across the United States.
Now I can understand a lot better why guys do crazy things sometimes with chicks, so I can see that this experience is a good one for me, even though like I told you before, I think it's getting out of control.
After all, she's still in high school! Of course, she goes to a private school, but what difference does that make?
By the way, the way she described the other girls in her school, I'm beginning to think that all rich chicks are off the fucking wall! There's so much guilt I guess from having all that money that they didn't earn that they feel they have to be bad or something.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there with me. All I care about is my Diane and she's a piece of work and a half!
I start to eat her cunt real slowly, flicking my tongue this way and that and I guess it's because she's so young but there isn't any smell at all!
When I think how I used to gag on Gale's box, eating out Diane is as sweet as sucking up a bowl of heavy cream!
She's trying to move about on the bed. She's reaching for me, but naturally she can't reach me and that's why I have her tied.
I want her to want to touch me and I want her to know what pain is when she can't have what she wants!
She's so frustrated now, the only release she's going to find is having an orgasm.
But she's fighting that too.
I'm trying to decide if I want her to have an orgasm by my eating out her box, or if I want her to have an orgasm by my slamming my cock all the way up her cunt to the hilt.
I decide to have my cake and eat it too, so to speak.
I mount her now and I'm rutting around on her body and she's so fucking helpless, I'm getting back at her for all the humiliating shit she's put me through!
Just when I'm going to come, I know how bad she would want me to shoot my come in her, so I withdraw!
And I aim it at her face at the precise instant I remove the towel.
"Lick it off your face!" I yell her. "Fucking eat up all my come you rotten filthy rich bitch!"
She's licking away, but naturally it's impossible for her to get all of it, so I scoop some of it up in my hands and I force it between her lips.
"I'm sorry!" she's moaning. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you!"
She's crying and I can't tell if she's sincere or what.
I figure the only way to test that is to untie her.
Which I do.
Well! Quick as a cat she turns on me, rage in her eyes.
"I hate you!" she screams at me. "You fucking lowlife cop! I hate your fucking guts!"
Hey! I'm not taking any of this shit!
I haul off and I start pounding on her body. First I smack the shit out of her face and then I turn her over and start wailing on her ass!
Just then, I can't believe this, but her father walks into the bedroom.
"What the hell is going on here?" he wants to know.
He looks at me and I hope he doesn't recognize me from the force! Apparently he doesn't. To men like her father cops don't exist. Just lawyers!
Anyway, he comes right over to where I'm sitting, with my hand raised up in the air and he says:
"Though I don't approve of the fact that this is taking place in my private room, I should have done that a long time ago!"
This really blows my mind, but I know he's right.
Diane's crying now and looking at her father like she's three years old.
"Why didn't you?" she asked him. "I didn't have time," he says wearily. He sits down in a chair near the bed. "Don't let me interrupt you!" he tells me. I continue with my spanking and this guy, I swear to God, sits there jerking off!
When he comes, he gets up, goes to the private bathroom, he's got off this room, washes his hands and comes back out.
"What are all these new bills. I see coming in from the department stores?" he asks her.
It's as though I'm not even there, and I realize that he thinks I am the butler!
I'm sorry, but I'm not about to pretend to be a butler for him! Diane was one thing.
I dump Diane on his bed and I get up.
"I have to go," I say, to no one in particular.
Her father doesn't give a shit. He starts going through his desk, looking for something.
Diane follows me out of the room.
"When will I see you again?" she wants to know.
I look at her and she's so pretty, my heart feels like it's going to break, but I tell her I'm not going to see her ever again.
"No!" she screams, and she starts carrying on.
Her father doesn't even come out of his room!
I can't believe it and I see how much she needs me, but I can't afford to get anymore involved than I am already with this chick.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow," I tell her, just to stall her off.
"Where will you be?" she asks me.
I tell her someplace that I'm not going to be and I'm able to get out .of there with a minimum of difficulty.
I figure I don't like to lie, but if it comes between my survival and someone else's, well, mine comes first?
That's healthy isn't it Doc?
Anyway, I got in touch with Gale and we're trying to work this thing out. Now that I know
I really dig bondage and discipline though. I told Gale she's going to have to get into it too!
She didn't like the idea at first, but now that she sees what her life is like without me, I think she'll agree to anything I tell her!
We've been dating pretty steadily like I told you before and I think everything will work out. I sure as shit hope so!
CONCLUSION
I told Mack that his story was a thrill to listen to.
Many men dream of what he so casually tossed away.
He didn't realize that at all, but I convinced him with countless case histories from my files that indeed this was very true!
This increased his own sense of value about himself and when he finally left my office for the last time, I could tell that he was a new person.
It is certainly a fact that the general public is fortunate enough to have a cop like that on the force!
Instead of going around shooting people on his off-duty hours, he spends his time shooting his come.
This, of course, ties in with my theory, that no matter how base or deranged a love-making experience may appear to the novice, it is still far preferable to the violence we see all around us.
Frankly, I do not approve of bondage and discipline carried to the extreme, like murder. But the cases in this book, and the patients that I have coming into see me everyday, are a far cry from that lonely place!
I wished him well and he agreed to fix any parking tickets I may accrue in the future in my Mercedes!
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Lillian P. Age: Twenty-four
INTERVIEW ONE
Lillian, a school teacher with a very severe demeanor sought my help at a time when I was getting pretty sick and tired of hearing about people smacking each other around!
However, my professional attitude overcame any personal revulsion I might have felt and I agreed to treat her to the best of my ability!
Her black hair was pulled back in a bun, making her look older than her twenty-four years, and I was curious as to why she would want to appear less attractive than she really was.
After listening to her talk for a few minutes, however, it was obvious to me that she had a very low opinion of herself and her hair style was just an indication of this.
(Sometimes, I swear to God, it's so easy to figure people out I wonder why they just don't stand in front of a mirror and talk to themselves!)
Anyway, she began to speak in this school-marm voice which I found offensive, but as she warmed up, so did her voice, and a very sexy, attractive person began to emerge from the wretchedness of her appearance:
There is really no reason for me to come and see you Doctor. I have a good job, a good position and I am well-admired and respected in the community.
However, I know my life to be a lie and this is depressing to say the least.
I wasn't always like this! I used to be gay, outgoing, free, a spirit that was welcomed in the best of circles.
Now, look at me! Only twenty-four years old and I feel like an ancient woman.
The only exciting thing that has happened to me in months was the date I went out on the other night.
Normally I don't date. I think I'm a lesbian, and until I can work that out, I just as soon stay home and play with myself or read or correct papers or something.
Anyway, his name was Dick. I won't bore you with his last name. The fact that he comes from a very prominent family is interesting, but the actual family isn't.
Suffice it to say that he has money. Lots of it! More than I could ever hope to accrue on my miserable pay as a schoolteacher.
By the way, I teach the fourth grade. Not a very rewarding class in the sense that no one knows what I'm talking about, but at least I have the feeling that a few students have some promise.
Anyway, I had met Dick at a PTA meeting. His wife is dead and he has assumed the responsibility of raising his son himself.
I was amazed that with all their money he didn't send the boy away to a private school, but he said he had suffered enough of that as a child, and he didn't want to inflict that on his only son.
Very nice, I thought to myself.
"Where did you go to school?" I inquired.
"England," he said abruptly.
I knew that in England, the teachers were very quick to smack the children or birch them so I stared at him curiously.
Poor devil, I thought to myself. I bet he had a hard life, despite his wealth.
He is a very good-looking man. Tall, with a nice complexion, brown eyes and brown hair.
He invited me out after the PTA meeting to have coffee with him and to discuss his son, Mark.
I hated to do this, only because his son Mark was a horrible student. Indifferent to the point of distraction, offensive in his manner and disliked by everyone else in the school.
As we sat in a quiet restaurant, however, he asked me if I would rather have a drink instead of coffee.
This sat very well with me. Not because I'm a big drinker, but because I was a little nervous.
"I'll have some wine," I said.
He raised his brows.
"Shall we get a bottle?"
I thought that was a little extravagant, but nodded, yes.
He had a way about him that simply made the waiters hover around us. I suppose they could smell money, that was all, but I was against my will impressed and easily seduced to the ways of money.
(I shouldn't admit to being such a crass, commercial person, I know, but I must face the truth. I can be bought. I can be had!)
Anyway, several glasses of wine later, and he's kind of leaning across the table.
"You know, Lillian," he says to me. "You are a very attractive woman!"
"I knew you were going to say that," I told him, "I suppose now you're going to suggest that I take my hair down!"
He laughed then and I was happy that I had impressed upon him that I was not exactly an easy lay.
I am a lay, though. My only problem has been that I have been unable to get enough sex.
In a town this size, you can't go sleeping around with everyone. It will destroy your credibility!
Sometimes I think about moving into New York, but I don't want to hassle with all that that implies either!
I guess I sound like a big crank to you, but the point is I'm trying to let it all hang out as they say, so the bad has to come out along with the good.
Anyway, we finish the wine and he asks me if I would like another.
I'm feeling pretty drunk and reckless now, so I shrug and say:
"Why not?"
"Ah!" he cries. "You are a sport, aren't you?"
"Surprised?" I ask him archly. "Not really," he admits. "I've had my eye on you for some time now."
I drop my eyes then. What I really want to do is throw my arms around him. Feel his body next to mine, it's been so long! instead I'm playing the demure schoolteacher and it's a role I'm getting very sick of playing, believe me Doctor, I'm horny!
Do you mind if I express myself freely. I mean would you be offended if I swore?
No?
That's great! Well, here it goes: Damn! Now, I've said it!
Sure, I know a lot of other expressions. You can't teach fourth grade without learning a lot of swear words, you know!
Anyway, the next thing I know we're riding along in his Mercedes.
Oh? You have one too? Isn't that nice! Listen, Doctor, I don't mean to be rude but I really don't give a shit what kind of car you drive! In a sense, it's people like me who have helped you buy that car!
Oh? I'm sorry, I didn't know your wife left it to you when she passed away suddenly last summer.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh yes, we're riding along in his car and the wind is whipping through my hair, (I've taken his advice and let the bun out) and I feel slightly drunk and just marvelous.
He drives to the beach and we park. And then! Dick turns into a raving maniac!
Now this part is going to get really gross, Doctor, so you'll forgive me I'm sure if my language is not befitting to a Doctor of your stature!
Dick is on my body. He's got his fingers digging into my cunt, he's slobbering all over my neck, Ire has his tongue in my ear, he's got his cock pushing into my belly, he's pulling on my hair!
I felt as though I had died and went to heaven!
However, it wasn't exactly the way I had envisioned this happening to me at all!
I mean, for crying out loud! What the hell did he think he was doing?
I finally managed to escape him and I ran out of the car and down the beach.
I'm stumbling in the sand and he's coming after me, overtaking me, overpowering me and I sink to my knees and start whimpering.
"Suck my cock!" he hisses. And he whips this enormous thing out of his trousers and starts to force it between my lips.
Now here I am, trying to decide if I'm a lesbian, and if not, how nice it would be to be courted and wooed by someone like Dick, only I have no idea who the real Dick is!
What?
I have no idea who the real Lillian is, either? Gee, I never thought about it that way!
Anyway, I keep crying and covering my eyes so I won't have to look at this big purple throbbing thing he's trying to ram down my throat!
I simply cannot believe that this same man, Dick, had sat with me in a quiet candlelit restaurant less than an hour ago, wooing me with his gentle talk and wit!
Well! Every time I think I'm so smart I don't know what's missing in my life, I sure as shit find out in a big hurry!
You looked shocked Doctor because I said shit! I told you before that I know a lot of words! And now that all this shit is coming out about my life, I'm going to use them!
I screamed, I cried, I begged, I called upon the memory of his dead wife, all to no avail!
My faith, and I have a lot of faith, was fast disappearing under the onslaught of his huge penis!
Now, you probably think I don't know what I'm talking about when I say it was huge. You probably think I have no basis of comparison!
Well, let me tell YOU something, Doctor. Prior to graduating from college, I fucked around so much they called me the whore of Utica!
Shocks you doesn't it! It doesn't? Oh.
There's no escaping Dick. He is far. more powerful than I could ever hope to be and he simply seizes my hair by the roots and shoves his cock in my mouth.
"Suck it!" he yells. I can hear the roar of the ocean behind me and I feel as though he can throw me out to sea when he's through with me, because I'll never be good for another man!
But then, as he pushed it back and forth inside my throat, I began to groove on it.
I could hear the ocean as I said, and it seemed to represent the basic rhythm of life to me, just like his cock!
The sand was still warm under my knees and I could hear the cries of a few hungry sea gulls.
This is nice! I thought to myself. It doesn't have to be ugly at all! You're the one who's making it ugly.
Once I had decided that it didn't have to be' ugly, that I myself could transform it into something beautiful, I did.
"Wow!" Dick's croaking. "You are a lovely cocksucker my dear!"
Would you believe that I positively glowed over the compliment? Me!
It was an experience I'm not likely to forget I can tell you that.
Now I'm wondering if he's going to shoot his come into my throat. That is something I never got into. Swallowing semen, but now I'm hoping that he will, so I can see again what it really tastes like without all the foolish hang-ups I had about it.
Well, he gave me a taste and a half!
I don't know when the last time HE came was. but he had a barrel-full of semen in his balls!
I drank what seemed to me to be about half an hour before he finally released his hold on me and removed his cock from between my lips!
"Well, Lillian!" he says. "Who ever would have believed!"
I looked at him with a shy smile.
"You did, didn't you?" I asked him.
"If you could see how pretty you look with your hair all flowing down to your shoulders and your lips all covered with my come, you wouldn't ask such a dumb question!" he said.
He helped me to my feet then, brushing sand off my clothes.
My heart and mind were confused beyond a shadow of a doubt.
We rode home, mostly in silence and I sat there, practically praying that he would ask to see me again, yet not daring to ask.
Finally, when he pulled up in front of the shit box that I live in, he says:
"May I see you again, Lillian?"
I tried to keep my voice calm, as I said yes.
He gave me a hug then, and a kind of slap on my ass. I got out of the ear and watched him drive away.
That night as I lay in my bed. touching myself. I relieved our whole experience together and I knew that I would hardly be able to wait until I saw his beautiful, handsome face once again!
Well, a week or so went by. I just thought I would die!
Each night I asked my landlady if there had been a call for me and the answer was always the same:
"Who would call you?"
I had just about decided I had enough of her shit, when the phone rang.
She and I fought to get to it first and she won.
She spoke into the receiver curtly and then she handed it to me.
"It's for you!" she said, her voice heavy with hatred.
I took the phone from her, my heart pounding.
It was Dick.
"Hi sweetheart." he said, his voice warm and full of intimacy.
"Hello Dick," I said, trying to pretend that I didn't care who it was.
"When can I sec you again?" he asked in a w, sexy voice.
I wanted to say, how about right now! But I didn't want to appear too bold. Also, that freak of a landlady was standing there, trying to deny me what pitiful privacy I had.
Thank goodness Dick was rich. If we had to fuck in my room, forget it!
We arranged to meet and I fairly flew to my room, in an effort to get ready to receive him into my arms.
I showered and went through all this shit trying to disguise my natural body odors which I find very offensive at times!
Especially when I'm nervous, like I was then.
He comes for me and my landlady peers out from behind the curtains.
"Fancy stnancy!" she says in her dumb way, and I make a note to myself to move out of there next week.
"Goodbye!" I yell to her. Why, I have no idea, but just to rub her nose in a little shit I guess.
We drove along in the car and Dick turned to me and said:
"You're looking very yummy this evening, where would you like to go?"
I'm hungry, but I'm so excited, I don't know what to say.
"Anywhere that you want to go is just fine with me!" I say like a schoolgirl!
Dick puts the car into a faster gear and we speed towards God knows where!
"I know a place," he says. "No one will bother us, and we'll have a great time!"
You would think that after my last experience I would be on my guard, but dumb little shit that I was, I found myself being led like a little lamb to slaughter!
INTERVIEW TWO
When next I saw Lillian, I was so overwhelmed by the change in her, it almost made me believe in the positive side of therapy again!
Why, she was positively radiant! I had expected her to come to my office dressed in black, no makeup, etc. But whatever had transpired between her and Dick apparently had a lot of beneficial value to it!
I asked her to be seated while I excused myself to go the bathroom. I tried to collect my own thoughts, to keep her case straight from the others, but actually Lillian had made such an impression on my mind there was no doubt that she was unique.
Returning to the office, I caught her in an unawares moment, staring out the window as though remembering a happy thought.
"Please begin," I requested.
Doctor! I could hardly wait all week for my appointment because I never got a chance to tell you what happened that night Dick promised me a good time at this so-called "quiet place!"
Well, true to his word, it was quiet all right. It was in the middle of the woods at his father's summer cottage.
Cottage was hardly the word to describe this, however! It was a lovely mansion and I was thrilled and honored that he sought to sully it by my presence!
He led the way inside to a room that was a library and began by serving me a drink.
I gulped it nervously, knowing all the time that I was releasing my defenses, yet wanting to release them.
He watched me closely as a hawk.
Finally, I guess when he thought I had had enough to drink, he said:
"Did you like sucking on my cock on the beach the other night, Lillian?"
"Yes," I told him truthfully. I also added that I don't normally go for that kind of thing, but his cock was pleasant.
He smiled. A very thin smile, I might add.
"That's too bad," he told me. "Because now that I know you are nothing more than a common cocksucker, you can't expect me to show you any kind of special treatment!"
"I never asked for special treatment!" I protested.
He laughed crudely.
"All you cunts are alike!" he spat.
I was so shocked by his vehemence and the language that he chose to use around me, I sat in my chair, stunned out of my fucking wits!
He continued to harangue me.
"You filthy slut!" he hissed. "You're no better than the whores that walk the streets of Paris!"
"Have to been to Paris, lately?" I asked him, hoping to divert him to another topic.
"What's it to you?" he asked. "You're nothing but a lowlife. I don't have to explain my whereabouts to you! You make me sick with your innocent ways and your hopeless disposition."
"You liked it the other night," I reminded him quietly.
"That's because I had too much to drink. I must be more careful in the future," he said.
He suddenly rose and approached me with a silken cord in his hands.
Quick as a fox he had both my hands bound behind my back.
I could feel the fabric squeezing tightly against my wrists and I was filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I was also filled with a sense of not knowing what was going to happen next and this lent a big air of excitement to the whole proceedings.
Now that he had me his virtual prisoner, I began to see where he relaxed a bit.
I wondered what the point of this whole charade could be. Surely he would not harm me? Why, I was his son's teacher.
Then, when I thought of what a little bastard his son was, I realized my life was not in very good hands.
"About my son," he began, as though reading my thoughts and therefore scaring the shit out of me. "How does he get along in school. The Truth!" he shouted.
I gulped.
Should I lie and tell him how despicable everyone thought his son was, or should I try and protect myself from the whole situation by making up a story.
"Your son.. . " I began, when he slapped me hard across my face.
My teeth began to rattle in my head and I almost lost a couple of them. I could taste blood and I almost threw up.
"Start again," he ordered, "and don't make up some bullshit story!"
"Everyone hates your son!" I screamed. "Now, are you happy?"
An evil smile crossed his face.
"Ah, so!" he said in a poor imitation of a Chinese philosopher, "and why is this?"
"He cheats, he lies, he steals, he has nothing going for him except a rich father. You. And even that is not enough to save that child's soul. If he were my own child, I swear to God I would beat the living shit out of him!"
There! It was out!
"That doesn't work," Dick admitted. "I've tried that. I've beat him. I've tortured him. I've refused to let him watch television for a week. Nothing works."
I began to feel sorry for Dick.
Me! Here I am, sitting with half a bag on, tied up with this silken cord, feeling sorry for my captor!
"What can I do!" he wailed, sitting back down and holding his head in his hands.
"Untie me," I suggested, "and I'll make you feel better!"
"No, no," he moaned. "A blow-job isn't going to solve this!"
"Send him away. They have special schools for rich, destructive kids like him," I insisted.
"They do?" he asked.
"Of course!" I shouted. "They call them Ivy League schools!"
"Stop making with the jokes," he said. "I'm not in a funny mood."
"I'm sorry," I said. "I had hoped that a note of levity would change your mood to the way it was the other night."
"Ah!" he cried. "Would I wish with all my heart that it would be that easy!"
"Stop making like a tragic actor," I warned him, "and untie me this instant!"
He reluctantly came over to me.
Just as he was about to undo the ropes, he changed his mind.
His lips curled back into a contemptuous sneer and he spat:
"Fuck you!"
I swallowed uneasily.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass!" he tells me.
Well, Doctor, that is definitely an experience that I've never had! I have always considered it too animal like and brutal. Besides, what was the point?
I had a cunt, didn't I?
"Fuck me up the cunt," I said. But the minute I opened my mouth I knew it was an error.
Naturally anything that I wanted to do, he wouldn't
He began to tear at my clothes, ripping them into shreds. I began to think how on earth I was going to get back into my house with that freak landlady staring and watching my every move.
Besides, I didn't spend all this time getting dressed to have my clothes so rudely abused!
But what was the use of protesting? He was much stronger than I was. I was in his house, or rather his father's house and I had no defenses except my wits. It was obvious that my wits were at half-mast, so I simply gave up.
He trussed and tussled me as though I was a piece of ragweed, and that's what I felt like anyway, so I let him have his way with me.
He threw me on the floor and I was really getting pissed, because I figured with a big house like that there wasn't any reason in hell why we couldn't have fucked in a bed. Even if it was getting fucked up the ass.
Once he had me down on the floor, he had my dress up around my waist.
Meanwhile, my wrists and hands are bound behind my back, so I can actually feel his huge cock getting ready to penetrate my anus.
I hadn't worn any underpants, but only because I had hoped he would fuck me good and proper, but now I could see that was a hopeless pro position.
He spread my legs carefully apart and it occurred to me that I could try and hold them together, but part of me was curious to see what getting fucked up the ass was like!
Well, it was an absolutely filthy feeling! Just thinking about his cock rutting around in all the shit was enough to turn me on!
He was like a fucking bull on me! He then rammed in and out of me at such force and speed that I thought he would bring his cock right up through my stomach and out my mouth and wouldn't that have been a fine kettle of fish! Me, with shit on my own tongue!
I snapped and bucked my hips, actually in an effort to bring him off faster, not because I was going to get into this Greek style number forever.
"Oh, you're so nice!" he's murmuring in my ear.
I've never ceased to become amazed at what animals men basically are! No matter what kind of shit they lay down on your head, show them a little cunt or ass and they act like little boys.
Right then and there I decide to have a good heart to heart talk with his son.
But for right now, I have all I can do to match the fury of his passion.
Finally, he shouts:
"I'm gonna come!"
"Well, fucking come!" I shout back at him.
"You're the greatest, Lillian!" he's telling me. His breath if all panting and gasping and I'm hoping nothing serious is going to happen to him!
But then it happens. Great gushes of hot scum shoot up inside my asshole and I find it soothing to say the least.
Now he lays on top of me for a long time. He's heavy and I keep trying to shake him off, but it's obvious to me that he isn't through with me.
He's just waiting to get his strength back.
Then he turns me over on my back.
He starts sucking on my tits. Too hard really and I cry out in pain, but this only excites me further.
He begins to bite the nipples, hard like, until even I can't stand it anymore. But there is no way that I can slap his face, so what the fuck good is it?
I try to kick him but he laughs at all my efforts to protect myself.
He begins to go down on me.
Normally this is my favorite thing, but the way in which he does it is different.
Then he stops and goes into another room.
He comes back with this two-headed dildo and he bends the thing around so that he can stick one side of it up my cunt, the other side up my asshole and lick my clit at the same time.
Then he turns his body around and throws his wilted cock in my mouth.
I take a few sucks and it gets hard real fast.
"I'm not going to untie you," he tells me, lol
"ever!"
Right now I don't care.
I'm receiving so much input it's a wonder that my brain hasn't electrocuted itself in the process!
Maybe it has and I don't know the difference. All I can tell you is that it was the best date I've ever been on in my entire life!
Afterwards, when I've come about ten times, he releases me and shows me where I can get cleaned up.
"What about my clothes?" I ask him.
He shows me a closet full of beautiful evening clothes and tells me to help myself.
Well, I don't have to be asked twice! That's for sure!
I select a really pretty gown, get myself all cleaned up and go downstairs to meet with him again.
"How do you feel now?" he wants to know.
I stare at him. He looks so normal to me, I can't believe he's got this thing about tying people up and submitting them to all kinds of degrading experiences.
"Where would you like to eat?" he asks me.
I suggest a very expensive place, figuring I might as well get my money's worth out of the thing and we drive there.
Over dinner and wine he begins to try and explain himself to me, but it's such a pitiful explanation, I reject all of it on the spot!
It seems that when he was growing up in England one headmaster in particular used to beat the shit out of him with a birch branch and then suck off his cock afterwards.
This irrevocably tied in the pleasure pain syndrome in his head and despite all his conscious efforts to rid himself of it. he was helpless.
"I need your love and understanding," he tells me.
I feel like telling him I need his money, but that's being too facile and not exactly true anyway.
"I'd like you to be my wife, if you would," he said.
I study him with my eyes.
"You'll have a good life," he says. "There will be all the money you'll ever need and you'll be a good mother to my son."
I had forgotten about that little bastard.
I'm just about to tell him to forget the whole thing when I realize I owe the kid a conversation anyway, before I make any rash decisions.
"Could I think about it?" I asked.
"Take all the time you want," he tells me, "But I have to know tomorrow."
"Why so soon?" I ask.
"I'm sailing to Europe and I can combine a honeymoon with business. That's why!"
I can see where he doesn't like to answer stupid questions. Maybe this will help me act less like a child instead of a woman.
Besides, I know in my heart he is the man of my dreams! He has money, wealth, power, good looks, talent, education, and a nice cock. Could any woman ask for any more? I doubt it, Doctor. I seriously doubt it!
CONCLUSION
I told Lillian that she had one of the happiest endings of any of my patients.
I also told her that her intentions to talk to the kid were valid, but not to base her decision on that.
I advised her that she could pull the kid away if he got too bad and after all, why should she ruin her miserable life over someone else's mistake.
He listened carefully and I knew she would obey my every wish.
Now! I'm beginning to sound like them! Well, anyway, I have one more case for this particular series, so it's understandable that I should speak like my patients.
After all, it only proves how human they really are!
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Mr. & Mrs. Henry C. Ages: Thirty-four and thirty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Though this is a highly unusual thing for me to do, both patients asked that they be allowed to come together.
First one would speak, and then the other. I saw no reason why this could not be so, so I agreed.
The reader may be curious as to what their personal appearance was like, so here it is.
Henry was the bookish type, glasses, thinning hair, a little paunchy. Helen, his wife, also looked older than was necessary for her age, though she had a happy, foolish grin on her face the entire time! I asked which one wanted to talk first and they both looked at each other and burst out laughing like two children.
I explained to them in my most serious tone of voice that this was not a recess period. That they had a problem and unless we got to the bottom of it, everyone's time, including theirs would be wasted.
Henry then insisted that he speak first.
Please forgive me, Doctor, but my wife and I are like two kids! It's part of the charm of our marriage, though it wasn't always like that. Was it Helen?
Anyway, up until several months ago, I was always on the road. I'm a salesman and whenever I needed to relieve myself sexually I would fuck a whore.
Unfortunately this need always came towards the end of my trip. The result was that by the time I got home, I had no desire for Helen.
She protested this very much, but naturally I didn't want to tell her I was fucking a whore!
Now, we can speak freely, because Helen and I no longer hide things from each other. But because we do have such a unique relationship with each other, we have to find out if it's healthy.
We can't ask our friends, because they will think we're crazy and frankly, Doctor, that's why we have come to you!
Anyway, one night when I came back from a trip to Cleveland, Ohio, I found Helen crying and moping around the house like a little lost kid. '
"What's the matter, honey?" I asked her. "Is everything all right? Or, is something wrong?"
"Everything's wrong!" she said to me.
I went to take her in my arms, but she clung to me with such force I had the breath knocked out of me.
I had no desire for her sexually, so I began to rebuff her advances, but she was like a leech that wouldn't let up.
I began to FIGHT her off! I couldn't believe it myself!
She was grabbing at my cock! She had my balls in her hands and she was really squeezing them. It was not exactly what you'd call your gentle love-making!
Anyway, despite all my efforts to get her off my back, I failed, and I felt my anger grow.
I finally had to push her away and slap at her physically.
I was disgusted with this animal-like behavior on my part.
I had always considered myself a gentleman around women. Even the whores.
Well, the minute I slapped her, her eyes lit up with joy and I stared at her. I thought she would cry! But no! This was not the case at all!
Now she was adamant in her demands. She tore at my clothes, ripping my good pants off down to my knees.
She fell on my cock as though it was her salvation and she gobbled hungrily not only on my cock, but on my balls as well!
By this point, I was becoming aroused and it was obvious to Helen, because she had my cock in her mouth and she could see where it was getting as hard as a rock.
This surprised me too, but I didn't want it. I tried again to free myself from her, but she had her hands on my ass buns now, squeezing them and imprisoning me to her mouth.
I didn't notice it before, but she also had a length of rope and she proceeded to tie my ankles together even while I stood there, my cock out and her kneeling on the floor in front of me!
Now I couldn't walk away from her. I couldn't kick, I really couldn't do anything except let her suck my cock which is what she wanted to do in the first place!
It excited me and I still don't know why. But that was the first time.
Our relationship began to gradually change. I began to look forward to coming home to her, and believe me, this was never the case before.
No offense, Helen!
Anyway, now that I was her captive, we began to experiment with a lot of other things.
I bought the various kinds of equipment I saw advertised in these special interest magazines when I was on the road in different hotels and we looked forward to our times together.
Our friends began to comment on it. How is it, they would wonder aloud, that the two of you seem to blossom in each other's company?
Now how on earth are we going to tell them the truth?
We began to feel as though our lives were lies and neither one of us wanted to live a lie.
Well, Helen kind of solved that problem when her sister came to stay with us for awhile.
At first we were both pissed, because it interfered so seriously with our privacy, but Helen suggested that we try and include her in our games.
It wasn't a difficult thing to consider. Helen's sister is enormously attractive. Much younger than Helen. Her name is Ruth and she is barely nineteen!
Now I'm thinking a teenager is going to be running out all hours of the night, fucking around, that sort of thing, but Helen assured me that would not be the case with Ruth.
One night when I came home I saw Ruth standing nude at the sink, peeling potatoes.
I almost dropped my briefcase when I saw that, but I was very happy too, because I knew Helen must have planned something special.
I tried to avert my eyes and not stare at her magnificent tits, and ass, but this was very difficult and she smiled at me.
"Take your clothes off," she suggested to me. "And make yourself comfortable. After all, this IS your home, you know!"
I was happy to be reminded, believe me!
I put my briefcase in my study and went into the bedroom to strip.
Helen was lying nude in bed playing with herself.
"What about dinner?" I asked her.
"I wanted to wait for you," she told me with a cute smile.
"Well, that's nice," I said. "But right now I'm hungry and when I'm hungry I don't think about sex too much!"
"I'm hungry for what you've got between your legs," she told me.
"It will have to wait," I said, "I'm not doing anything until I eat!"
"Well, don't worry about it," Helen said. "Ruth is making us something."
"What does a nineteen year old child know about cooking?" I say.
As you can see, I'm not in the best mood.
Helen gets lazily out of bed and comes over to me and says:
"Relax, Henry, will you?"
And she gives me a hug.
I AM feeling a little foolish by now, so I shrug and say: "Okay, I'm sorry."
Well, it was like eating in a topless restaurant that night!
Rugh served us and I must say for a mere teenager she cooked very well and is going to make some lucky guy a nice wife!
But dessert was the best.
Ruth disappeared for a while, then Helen came into the dining room and told me dessert would be served in the bedroom.
I went in there, not knowing what to expect and I saw that Helen had tied Ruth spread-eagled to all four corners of our bed!
I threw myself down on her luscious body with a happy cry, thanking the stars above that had given me such a wife!
I mean, just think how few wives would share their beautiful young sisters with their husbands!
That's because Helen is not afraid to lose me. She knows that I love her and that I will never harm her or violate our trust.
Anyway, I was eating out Ruth and her cunt was the best. I hate to say this in front of Helen, but I've eaten a lot of cunt in my life and Ruth's was better than Helen's!
Then, while she was still tied up, she let me suck her off and fuck her up the ass.
Believe me, Doctor, it was the best dessert I had ever had in my life and I've eaten in the finest restaurants in this country!
Several hours later, the girls tied me up and did all kinds of shit to me.
What?
Oh, they tied my cock with a piece of twine and tried to stretch it.
They fucked me up the ass with a dildo.
They covered me with chocolate sauce and licked it off.
They just did whatever came into their heads. And seeing that they have such sick heads, why it was just a pleasure and a delight to be around when they went off the wall.
I had to stay home for a while after that, and Ruth was the best company a man could want!
Helen works. Not because we need the money, but because I'm on the road a lot.
Ruth is suppose to get a job, but she wants to be a hooker and is trying to find out how to break into the business. I told her she could practice on me and I would get her customers!
She liked this idea, so the two of us got along just great. Well, I know you are going to combine our two interviews together, so I guess I should give my wife a chance to talk. But when we're both through, I would appreciate it if you would tell me what you think of our special marriage!
INTERVIEW TWO
Now it was Helen's turn and she seemed barely able to contain herself.
I had noticed that she began fretting during the end of Henry's speech and I was curious about this!
I knew that the only way to satisfy my curiosity would be to let her rattle on the way Henry had.
I thought to myself that they were an amusing couple, but I wanted to reserve my final judgment until I had heard Helen talk.
Well! It sure as shit is interesting to hear your husband talk about the way HE perceives things, versus the way one really feels about them!
For instance, my sister Ruth, who comes across as Miss Innocent when HenTj talks about her is the biggest fucking tramp on the East Coast. Wants to be a hooker indeed! She is!
I've worked hard to achieve the special marriage Henry talks so lovingly about and Ruth almost wrecked mine as she has wrecked so many others.
To begin with, I sincerely doubt that her pussy is all that great!
I've eaten it myself and it struck me as very mediocre, if you know what I mean.
Furthermore, the idea that I had for dessert that night was NOT Ruth's body, but a watermelon surprise I had worked on all day, but which Ruth threw out!
Also, I should add Doctor, that my sister Ruth was sent to live with me during that particular period as an alternative to going to prison!
Yes, I know that is startlingly news Henry, so don't think you know everything from now on!
Sure, Henry and I enjoy bondage and discipline games. And so do all our friends. I do not have to wait to have my life confirmed by their narrow opinion before I'll accept it.
I don't give a shit what they think. They live their lives and I live mine!
It is true that I grew horny when Henry was away, but I had things to occupy my time.
I had my job, I had my dildo and my vibrator, and I had my lesbian friends. I wouldn't exactly describe myself as a lonely person!
Anyway, as much as I enjoyed torturing Henry, I see that he has a long ways to go in order to be a good slave.
I have always had this master quality about myself, which is why when Henry wasn't around I used to pound the shit out of Ruth.
The reason she left my house, and Yes, I said MY house, is because I threw her out with two black eyes.
"Try and see if you can find your way, now!" I yelled at her.
She would have gone to the police on me, except for the fact that she was a known felon and a former carrier of a venereal disease. So much for Ruth's virtue!
I would also like to say that the idea of going to a doctor to find out if one's lifestyle is acceptable is patently ridiculous!
How many doctors can point to their own lives with a small amount of pride. Though you may be an exception, Dr. Harding, the fact remains that most of them are sick charlatans themselves. They are on the ultimate power trip and people who are into power trips are not my personal cup of tea.
I believe that we should all seek to unlock the power that is within us to do good. None of this exploiting shit you see all over today.
And people wonder why they are unhappy!
Do you see me smiling a lot?
Don't think because I'm smiling a lot that I'm some kind of fool.
And Henry, stop looking at me like that! I can't abide that simpering look you often have on your features!
As far as my own work goes, it is purely volunteer, which is why Henry says we don't need the money.
He refuses to let me get a job that will pay me.
"You want to get out of the house to fuck around!" he tells me.
That's how fucking insecure HE is!
I'm sorry Doctor, if it appears to you that I'm getting upset! Too fucking bad!
My anger is important for me to get out and I'm surprised YOU, a supposedly big doctor aren't aware of that!
Oh! You are?
Well, that's nice.
You think I'm bitter, do you? Well, let me assure you, I'm far from bitter!
I just happen to be a smart woman who doesn't suffer fools gladly!
That may just sound like a smug remark to you, but after listening to this horseshit that Henry's been dishing out, I'm more than glad I agreed to sit in on this little session!
I especially enjoyed that reference to the fact that 'I clung to him like a LEECH!'.
What he neglected to tell you was how all the times when he had to go on the road, I had to FORCE him out of the house!
Yes, don't deny it Henry! You NEVER wanted to leave me!
You were always saying things like:
"What will I do without you?" or "You're my life!"
That kind of shit.
I resent being made out to sound like some sort of simpering, whimpering fool when the reality as I perceive it is quite different!
Now, when it comes to me not having ajo.b for money, the fact remains that I have to hook a little on the side myself!
Yes, as horrible as that sounds, the ironic part is that Henry who thinks he's keeping me down on the farm so to speak, is really forcing me into white slavery!
That's why I know so much about being a master!
I'm sorry Henry, the reason these things never came up before is because you are so enchanted with the way you perceive your life, you refused to look at it the way it really is.
Of course I enjoy our games. I enjoy them very much! I like tying you up and jumping on your cock. I like to see you suffer.
Because you have made ME suffer!
I didn't want to lay the news on you like this, but I want a divorce!
I don't want to hear any protest from you. I've been offered a job that will take me on the road and I simply would rather do that than hang around waiting for you to come home to me.
I told you many times that I would be glad to swap places with you, but instead, you just shut me up with a big kiss!
No, I like your kisses! I love your kisses, but I'm afraid they're not enough for me.
I wanted to have kids, and you said NO. You have said NO to so many things in my life, it's time for me to say YES!
And that's what I'm doing. I'm sorry Doctor if we come across as an unhappy couple, and I wish we hadn't come together now after all.
It would have been better to hide these things from Henry forever. I hate to see him hurting and crying so openly as he is right now!
Stop it, Henry!
My God! Have you no shame! Doctor, are you going to let him go down on me in your office!
If so, I will say this is the most permissive atmosphere in the entire medical profession!
Henry, you're not turning me on! I don't want you to do this! I'm leaving.
You have your choice. Either follow me with your tongue dragging, or leave me be forever!
CONCLUSION
Well! I must say that getting the two of them out of my office was an accomplishment!
I don't want the reader to think that everyone loses control like that!
As a matter-of-fact, that was the first example I've ever seen of total breakdowns on both parts.
Helen, obviously is crazy. The facts are not what she was spouting at all. Henry has shown me photos wherein she is submitting to the most degrading type of activity known to man.
In fact, I can't even repeat them in a scientific time like this!
As for Henry, he is obviously so far over the hill, it's only a matter of time before he will be taken away screaming that he isn't crazy as they all do.
As for myself, all I can do is take another Miltown and hope for the best.
That's what keeps me going, night after night, year after year, the belief, the hope that all my studies are worthwhile!
Anyway, I have to move on now to my general conclusion and I hope that you, the reader have enjoyed meeting these last two patients: Henry and Helen. Maybe they'll luck out and get their own television show!
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Well, here I am again, flipping back through my transcripts from my taped interviews, trying to think what my general conclusion can possibly be.
I suppose it will revert back to the same old thing about the infinite variety of man and his pleasures. (Women too! I don't want to hear any flack from NOW)!
I love them all. The men and the women that come to my office. I hope that I have been able to help them, and I even dream and hope that I have been able to help whoever it may be that is reading this.
I certainly know I've helped myself by ridding myself of the terrible burden it's been listening to these outrageous confessions!
The other day I was talking to a colleague of mine who thinks I'm crazy trying to catalogue all the variety of the human sexual experience.
"There's only one way," he said pompously. "It's the missionary position."
I looked at him sadly.
Everyone in the business knows his mother preferred the doggie style position. In fact, it is even possible that he was conceived that way.
"Tim," I said. "Don't be so narrow!"
"The birth canal is narrow," he informed me, "and so is the grave!"
