For every dominant woman in the world, there is-a woman who feels the need to be totally dominated-the passive woman, the submissive woman. These are ladies who, for various reasons, need to be ordered, commanded, told by their master lovers what is to be expected of them. In this volume we will meet many submissive women, and even a few of the men who are the masters.
Jessica: "There was a time, once, when I felt the need to be in control. But my whole life involved my being in control of things. Now, when I'm with a man in bed, I want him to take over completely, giving me orders and even beating me when I refuse, in order to make my juices flow."
Mary: "He slapped me across the face, hard. At first, I was shocked, but after a few seconds, I realized that my pussy was starting to get wetter. As he saw my knees shaking, he pushed me to the floor and rammed his hardness into my mouth."
Polly: "The first time my man ever used leather on me, I wanted to die. But then, he learned that if he didn't do it so hard, but still did it hard enough to let me know he controlled me, I was a willing slave for him."
Corrine: "I love a man's cock, and will do anything to get it inside of me, even if it means letting a man beat me to a pulp first."
Irene: "She was the one who made my juices flow, who taught me how to submit to anyone, man, woman, or beast."
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Jessica T. AGE: Twenty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Jessica is a stunning redheaded woman, who seems to have an incredibly positive outlook on life. When she came to see me, she was bubbling with enthusiasm, eager to talk about her role as a submissive woman.
She was wearing a rather becoming, low cut dress, revealing large, firm breasts, curved hips, and shapely thighs. As she sat, I could see that this woman had been taught to move with a great deal of grace.
Her very mannerisms seems to illustrate the positiveness this woman seems to feel, and as she was so eager to talk, I let her begin immediately.
I know that you think I am eager to talk, but I really don't even know where to begin. I could start at the beginning, but that wouldn't give you any idea of the kind of things I'm into at this point in my life. I mean, earlier in life, I wasn't as passive a bed partner as I am now.
There was a time when I wouldn't even consider letting a man do the things I let men do to me nowadays-a time when I wanted to be an equal when it came to fucking or having oral sex with the man that I loved.
I imagine a, lot of that has to do with the very first time I ever made love to a man, and the way he was with me. Actually, he was more of a boy, for we were only both fifteen at the time. He was my steady boyfriend from high school, and we had been dating ever since we were in junior high.
Chas, as I like to call him (for his name was Charles, but I always thought that Chas seemed to be a name of much more distinction), was a handsome blond boy, perhaps the most sought after boy in our school. I know that I was one of the most lovely girls in our school, because he wasn't the only boy coming after me, though he was the only boy I ever would have considered dating.
It happened one night at his parents house, when they were out for the evening. I didn't know that they weren't planning on coming home at all that night, until it was much too late. You see, by that time, we had already lit a fire and were drinking a lot of wine, and he also had some grass.
It wasn't the first time I'd ever smoked grass in my life, but it was the first time that I ever got high while smoking grass. Nothing had happened those other times.
Well, we were sitting on the couch in the den, looking at the fire. He had his arm around my shoulder, and every so often, he'd start to slide his hand down my arm and try to get a feel of my tit. It was something that I was used to with him. It was always kind of a game, or had been until that point.
Because that time, instead of pushing his hand away, I started to get into the feeling of it. First of all, his hand stroking my bare arm was making my skin tingle like crazy, and when his skilled fingers sought out my nipple and began to pluck at it, until it was rock hard, I couldn't get over it.
My whole body started to throb a little bit, and then he leaned over and started to flick his tongue in and out of my ear. As he did, the heat bumed through me even more, and when I tried to turn to him to tell him to stop, our lips met.
Chas started to push me right down on the couch. I was wearing a pair of jeans, and somehow, as he got on top of me, he was pushing his body between my legs, spreading them wide apart, so that as he ground himself up and down, he was making a nice kind of pressing contact against my crotch.
I felt the way I started to get wetter, and that distracted me for some time. He began to lick his way down my body, and I really didn't think about it too much, until I felt him opening my blouse buttons. We'd fondled like that before, but this time, after he had my blouse open, he pulled my bra down below my breasts.
I'm proud to say that my breasts were as large then as they are now. I developed them at a very young age, but this was the first time he had ever seen them. I was a little upset and was about to say something, but then I felt him moving his mouth around my nipple, surrounding it with his lips, and starting to flick his tongue back and forth right over the tip of it.
His fingers moved to the other nipple, and while he was flicking that one, I started to moan a little bit. I hardly even realized that he was no longer pressing himself between my legs, but I was the one who was pushing myself up so that my crotch would be pressed hard against whatever part of his body was there at the time.
Chas sucked and licked both of my nipples, really well, and the combination of the fire, the wine, and the grass, was starting to make me submit. I guess you could say that would be the very first time I was a submissive woman.
You could say it, except for the fact that after a few more minutes, he started to lick his way further down my body. He was flicking his tongue back and forth against my navel, and I was moaning so loud, until I felt him opening my pants.
He slid them down, reaching into my panties at the same time. As he bared my pussy, strawberry blonde hairs and all, I could sense some other kind of movement. I sat up for a second, and saw that he was opening his own pants and sliding them down. It was the first time I'd ever seen his hard cock.
Chas started to lick my cunt, while he was sliding his hand up and down his shaft. I saw the way he rubbed a few drops of come over the head of his cock, because I'll tell you something. Although my passions were aroused, and I was feeling his tongue flicking back and forth over my love button, my head was starting to pull itself together.
I knew that he was going to want to fuck me, and the thing was, I didn't know if I was ready for anything like that at the moment. I was only fifteen, and a part of me thought that it would be best to stay a virgin until I was married.
Maybe I was wrong to let him eat me for such a long time without saying anything. I must admit that his tongue was really doing a good job on my cunt, and he was making me nice and wet. I could feel the way my clit was throbbing over and over, and as that happened my cunt walls were spasming, and my juices were flowing. When he started to suck at me, I felt it happening, even more intensely.
Chas must have been eating my cunt for a good half an hour. I'm not exaggerrating, either. I didn't look at a clock or anything, but I know that his mouth seemed to be buried between his legs, his lips almost attached to my red wet dripping cunt lips. And I let him keep it up, until he started to lick his way back up my body.
Perhaps he thought it would be a turn-on for me when he started to rub his cock head against my thigh, and in some ways it was. I mean, his cock felt so nice. The skin was like velvet, and there were drops of come at the slit of his cock, .drops which his rubbing head was smearing all over my flesh. There was also a nice kind of heat that I'd never felt before in my life.
But then, suddenly, as he was moving his cock right near my pussy lips, and not even trying to enter me, but just rubbing it there like he'd been rubbing it all over my flesh on his ascent up my body, I froze up.
"No, Chas, please don't fuck me," I moaned softly, and I know that my moaning was helping to keep him turned on, too. "I don't think I want it to happen now. I don't think that I'm ready for it to happen."
"You are, Jessica," he said to me. "I can feel the heat of your body."
"You might think that I am, but I'm really not. I just can't go through with it. Maybe in another few months or so, I'll...."
I never had a chance to finish what I was going to say. I didn't realize how angry a man could get when you cut him off right before he was ready to fuck you. For the very first time since we'd known each other, he pulled his hand back and slapped me so hard across the face. My cheek was stinging, even as he slid his hand over my mouth, maybe because he thought I was going to scream.
Chas pressed his hand down against my mouth, then looked into my eyes. He spoke to me with such anger in his voice, his eyes seemingly bulging out of his head.
"Now look, you cockteasing bitch, you've been putting me off for too fucking long a time. I'm going to fuck that cunt of yours whether you want it or not." Now I'm trying to remember exactly how I felt, Doctor. Part of me was turned on by this sudden aggressive act, but part of me was also turned right off. I think that I was really scared shitless of what he was going to do, and that was certainly not a good frame of mind to be in for a virgin.
Before I could do anything else, he lifted his groin up, slid his other hand down to his cock (the first hand was still covering my mouth, pushing so hard that I thought he was going to ram it into my mouth and break my jaw), and he guided his cock to my cunt lips. He slid the head between my lips, and then slammed himself into me.
I'll never forget the pain that I felt. I did have a hymen, and Chas ripped right through it, hardly even realizing what he had done. He felt me biting his hand, because I had to let out the anguish in some way or other.
When I bit his hand, he slid his other cock guiding hand back up and backhanded me across the face, harder than he had hit me the first time.
"Stop biting, you bitch," he said to me, and then, as I did, he began to thrust his cock in and out of me, fast and hard.
I had the feeling that he was doing it that way because he thought that I was going to try and stop him from finishing. I was so weak, from the broken hymen and the pain, and even the blood that I sensed flowing out of me, that I couldn't have said or done anything to stop him. He was so much stronger than I was.
Chas fucked me as hard as he could, so it seemed, going faster with each thrust. As a result, he started to throb in me really soon, and that hurt like hell. And after that, I felt the way his cock was shooting off inside of me. I could actually feel that come of his starting to fill my pussy, and though it felt nice, it wasn't nice enough to make up for the pain I was feeling.
Chas didn't realize that I was bleeding until he pulled his cock out of me, and then when I saw it, I could tell he was upset. He got a towel and started to help me clean up, vowing that he'd never abuse me like that again.
I told him that I didn't know if I would ever let him touch me again, but that was not the case. A few days later, at my house, we were up in my room, and we started to fool around on the bed. We were both fully clothed, but as he was pressing his body against mine, I could feel the way his cock was getting stiffer.
Well, I knew my parents were downstairs, but I was getting horny. As a result, I told him we were going to do it my way that time.
I opened his pants, as he was lying on his back, and I pulled out his cock. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, until I could feel the way the throbbing hard quality of his cock was beginning to turn me on.
Then, I pulled off my pants and panties, and spread my legs. I guided myself down his cock shaft, so that I was on top of him that time. I could feel the way his cock was making much better contact with my clit as I was riding him, and I was enjoying this feeling a hundred times more than I had enjoyed it the first time.
To be in control was incredible. I mean, when I felt him throbbing, and I wasn't turned on enough, I was able to slide all the way down his cock shaft and sit there, until his cock would stop throbbing so hard. Because I was doing it that way, it was easy for me to take a long time, and by the time I was ready to let him come in me, I had had about five super intense orgasms.
So I vowed, at least to myself, never to let a man take control of me again. God, if I only realized what a stupid vow that was, back then, I wouldn't have wasted so much time being a semi-dominant woman. I would have become a submissive one right away.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Jessica came to see me, she was wearing a blouse, cut the same way the top of her dress had been, and a pair of slacks this time. Once again, I was quite impressed with her figure. I didn't want to tell her (because I thought it would upset her) that although she is only twenty-three, she gives off the aura of being a much older, much more mature woman.
Not that she looks older, mind you, but her mannerisms, and overall attitude are those of a woman who has been around, who has lived a long, full life.
I was always something of an over-achiever. My sister Corrine always said that to me, and I could tell that she meant it when I graduated from college at the age of nineteen. I was out of grad school by the age of twenty-one, and by the end of last year, I was already an executive secretary. Now some people might not think that's such a glamorous job for a grad school graduate, but if I told you how much money I was making, you'd be impressed, Doctor. Everyone is.
I know that I was something of a pushy woman. I knew that you had to be if you wanted to be able to get anywhere in this world. You can't let people step all over you, otherwise you stay in the mud all your life.
Don't get me wrong. Because I was dedicated to my studies, don't think that I gave up my sex life. Once I realized that I could enjoy both together, it made things so much easier for me. Also, though I let men take control of me once in a while, I was usually the one in control, more often than not.
That was good for me, you see, because some men seem to think that when they make it with you, they can take forever, if they feel like it. But while I was in college and grad school, I knew that I couldn't fuck around forever. I'd have a man over to my off campus apartment, and it would usually work like this.
I'd be the one to start making out, and then I'd end up on my knees between the man's legs. I'd learned to love to suck a cock, and one of the thrills of my life was to have a man coming in my mouth, so I could swallow it.
I would usually take quite a while to suck the man's cock, because I knew how exhausting it could be when that orgasm finally occurred. I'd always suck my hardest when the man was exploding in my mouth, and use my tongue over the head of the cock, which on most men is the most sensitive part, during orgasm, especially.
That way, the man would lose his hard-on. Then I would undress, and start to move my cunt toward the man's face. There were a few men that I ran across who told me that they didn't like to eat a woman. I always had a line for-that.
"Oh, then you must really be a fag or something, because any normal man would and should love to eat a woman, because we all love to get eaten."
I had more first-timers going down on me than most women I knew. I would usually have the man lie back and sit on his face. That way, he couldn't pull away from me even if he wanted to. While the tongue would be flicking back and forth over my clit, making my juices flow, and while the mouth would be sucking hard, I'd usually end up turning around so I could suck the man's limp cock back between my lips.
A few minutes of sucking (once I started it) were usually all that it took for the cock to get hard again, and when it did, I'd slid my body down.
You see, I've learned something else about men. Most of them, the quick shooters that is, tend to fuck you once, come, and then stay rubbing against you until they get hard again so they could fuck you. Something like that, the whole procedure and all, could take a matter of hours.
But when I sat on a cock, I would make sure that it took a nice long time before the man was coming inside of me.
I knew enough about what the throbbing meant, and as I'd be sliding my pussy up and down the man's cock, I would sometimes have my hand near the base. You can always feel the throbbing best when your fingers are near the base of the cock.
For some men, it would take a matter of seconds, and then I'd sit all the way down to keep him from coming. When I knew that I could go for a ride again, without having to worry about my man being a quick shooter, I would start to slide up and down the cock again, turning myself on while I was turning him on, too.
It was always sensational when I'd finally let the man come in me. By that time, my man's chest would be nice and sweaty, and I'd be rubbing his nipples. Sometimes I'd lean forward so that my man could lick my tits, because having a tongue flicking back and forth over my nipple while I was getting myself fucked always turned me on.
The point, dear Doctor, is this. I would always make sure that the man I was riding was having a great time, and that when he would come, that would wipe him out. Some women might think this can be frustrating, but if you're the one doing the riding, well, then it makes all the difference in the world.
It wasn't frustrating for me, because I'd make sure that my pussy was well satisfied before the man I was riding would come in me. I'd make sure I'd come a few times.
Then, when I'd finally let the man come in me, he'd be wiped out. It would have taken so long for me to let him come, that his orgasm would not only be pleasurable, but it would also come as something of a relief.
Total time: about an hour, at the most, from the first blow job to the orgasm in my cunt. So you see, I had it down to a kind of science, and most of the men that I was with, even the more aggressive ones, didn't mind it too much when I would tell them to lie down on their back and I'd do the rest.
Because they knew that they were in for a good time.
In that way, Doctor, I felt mentally and physically dominant over my partners.
But during my first year as an executive secretary, when I was no longer in school (which is a great environment for meeting men), I started to realize that I wasn't dating as much. Not only that, but in school, I hadn't had much time, because of my studies, whereas now that I was working, and I had the time, I wasn't dating too many men. I know that I was still somewhat aggressive, because I have dreams of one day becoming an executive in the company I work at, and having my own secretary.
My boss, Rick, is a handsome brown-haired man. He's one of the sweetest men a girl could ever hope to meet, and he could tell that there was something troubling me. One night, he asked me out for drinks after we were finished working.
"Do you want to tell me what's been bothering you, Jess?" he asked. "I don't mean to interfere in your personal life, but personal lives tend to effect what goes on at the office. And I would like to help."
"I don't know, exactly, Rick," I told him, but then, I started to tell him the things that had been on my mind, about my lack of dates and all.
Rick was the one who suddenly made me so aware of things. It was amazing. He was able to spell it right out for me.
"Look, Jessica, I don't know how you are in bed, but in your business life, you're one of the most dominant women I've ever seen. That tends to put men off. Is it the same way when you go to bed with a man?"
I thought about it, and had to nod my head and tell him so.
"Well that's it then," Rick went on. "You see, men are scared of dominant women. Perhaps if you would change a little bit, and become more passive, at least physically, then you're sex life would improve a hundred per cent. To be dominant both mentally and physically, I feel, is a turn-off for most men."
As he was talking, he was sliding his hand under the table, and caressing my leg. I could feel the way my skin was tingling as he slid his hand up my thigh and began to press it against my crotch.
"Come home with me now," he said. "I'll show you how to be a good passive lover. I'll show you how to be submissve."
It was more like a command than an invitation, and suddenly, I could feel the way my whole body was responding. I stood up, and within fifteen minutes, we were in Rick's apartment. He told me to stand up in front of him, and then he started to undress me. I could tell that he was impressed with my body.
He pulled me closer and started to eat my pussy, while he was still sitting on the couch. I could feel his soft tongue sliding in and out of me, and as he was flicking my clit back and forth, his hands were cupping my ass cheeks. He made me come a few times, and then he pushed me to my knees in front of him.
"Now take off my clothing, you hot little bitch," he said to me. "Take them off right now. My cock is hard in my pants, and after you have all of my clothes off, I want you to lick my toes, then lick your way up to my cock."
I couldn't believe it. No man had ever talked to me like that. No man had ever ordered me to do things like that. He didn't even have to use a whip or belt, though we would get into things like that later.
It was his masterly tone of voice that made me submit. I undressed him slowly and seductively, seductively for myself, that is. As I was pulling off each article of his clothing, slowly, I was getting more and more turned on.
When he was naked, I tried to move my mouth to his cock right away, because it was so nice looking, so inviting. Instead, he grabbed me by my hair and pushed my head down to his toes. I knew that he meant business.
As I sucked on his toes, he was sliding his hand up and down his cock shaft, almost as if he was tempting me. The first few times when I tried to lick my way up to his cock and balls, he pushed my head back down to his toes and told me I wasn't finished.
Then, when he finally let me lick my way up and take his cock into my mouth, he moved his hand behind my head and started to thrust up. Soon, he was standing, still holding my head, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth.
Doctor, it was incredible. I let myself submit to him mentally, and I really did love every second of it. I could feel the way my pussy was flowing more than it had in the longest time. It didn't take Rick too long to come in my mouth, and he rammed himself in deeper and told me to keep sucking.
As a result, he kept himself hard, and when he pulled out, he pushed me on my back.
That man had such control over me as he slid his cock right into my pussy and started to fuck me for all it was worth. I could feel the way his groin was slapping against my thighs, and though that made me think back to Chas, I didn't mind. I started to realize then that maybe the reason I hadn't let a man be so abusive with me before was because of the way Chas had hurt me that first time.
But all that hurt had to do with it being my first time, and having my hymen broken.
This time, it was incredible. I just let my man take full control of my body, submitting to his every whim. Chas pulled out and got me on my hands and knees, then started to take me from behind. Later, we were lying on our sides, and he was the one who was making all the decisions, turning me and controlling my body so that he could do with it as he pleased. And that pleased me.
When he came, it was incredible. I, too, had one of the greatest orgasms of my life.
Since that time, we've been having more than a business relationship. He's starting to turn me into even more of a submissive woman, using whips on me when I don't do things the way that he wants them done. He's talking about tying me up, and I think that I like the idea of it.
After being in mental and physical control of so many men, I feel wonderful to be submissive, physically, and now, even sometimes mentally.
CONCLUSION
I think Jessica's reasons for being turned on as a submissive woman are perfectly clear in her own words, and in the words of Rick. She is an intelligent woman (which is almost always, a threat to certain men), who would not let a man take control of her either mentally or physically. However, after a time, that becomes more of a burden to a woman than it does anything else.
Therefore, Jessica decided to chose between one or the other. Since she is so intelligent, she realizes the value of a smart mind, and she was smart enough to know that if she had to chose one, she should chose the submissive physical over the submissive mental. I fear, however, that the submissive physical might soon overcome the submissive mental, and she might be submitting to men totally, body and mind.
I voiced my fear to her, and she laughed it off. She told me that her brain was one thing she would never let any man take away from her.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Polly R. AGE: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
Polly is an incredibly lovely black woman, with light cream-colored skin and tight black curls on her head. Her smile is somewhat magical, spreading an aura of peacefulness over the room. She has high cheek bones and green eyes.
When she came to see. me, she was wearing a pair of tight overalls, and a T-shirt underneath. I could tell that aside from being tall and somewhat statuesque, she has an incredible figure. Her breasts are not particularly large, and seem even smaller on such a large frame, but there are men who adore small-breasted women, and Polly would most certainly be their type, because the rest of her is perfection.
She was a little bit reluctant to talk, and explains why at the beginning of her first interview. It took a few minutes before she even calmed down and could talk.
It's just that, you see, if my man knows that I've come here, I fear what he might do to me. I am a submissive woman, I'll come right out and say it, but there are certain degrees to which I'm willing to submit. I've found that when my man starts to get too abusive with me, and starts to whip me too hard (with every intention of inflicting pain upon me), then it really does hurt more than it feels good.
And sex is for pleasure, isn't it? I always thought, that it was, and still do, even though when I was younger, I got to see quite a few happenings in my own home, most of which I'll never forget.
I grew up in Harlem, the daughter of a struggling factory worker. My Daddy was always a discontent man, trying to do more than he would ever be able to do. He worked his butt off to make the meager salary he pulled in, and I know that it always pissed him off. His only solace was in drinking, and since we needed most of the money he earned, he couldn't usually afford nothing more than beer.
I should tell you this right now, because I think it's important for you to understand about my parents' relationship with each other. It was something that I didn't learn for many years, and I learned it in such a horrible way.
I'm an only child, and there's a reason for that. First of all, my father wasn't even ready to have any kids when I was born, and I think that because my Mama got pregnant, it caused a lot of hostility between them. She would tell me, often, that it was not her fault. She always used her diaphragm, but this one time, my Daddy was just too hot for her, and wouldn't wait.
That, she told me, was the time when I was conceived, and though she was pretty thrilled about it, the old man was not. He was, in fact, furious, and Mama told me that if I thought I'd seen beatings before, I shoulda been there the night she told him that she was gonna be having me.
Of course, I couldn't have been there, because I was inside of her. She told me that she thought my Daddy was trying to beat her so bad in order to make her lose me, but, as she says it, "You just clung right on honey, and I'm glad you did."
However, I can remember something happening when I was three, a huge fight, though I still slept in my crib (as he couldn't afford another bed yet) and didn't climb out to see what was going on behind the curtain. You see, we lived in this one large room apartment, and they hung up a curtain to separate their bed from mine.
It was this fight that my Mama would tell me about one day, after another fight that she had with my Daddy, one that I witnessed when I was older.
It seemed that she was pregnant again, and he was so mad at her. He started to slap her around as hard as he possibly could, telling her that she was trying to ruin him, that she was a bitch for putting all this pressure on him. Once again, like she says it happened with me, she told him it was his fault.
"You think I like havin' kids?" she screamed. "It was painful as hell. You was the one who didn't give me enough time to put the diaphragm in."
"Don't go blamin' me, woman," he screamed at her.
"I will. Because I told you to get one of those operations where they'd tie it all up, or cut it, or whatever. One where you couldn't father no more kids no more, but you wouldn't let it happen to you. No way, says you."
Remember, that this is what my mother was telling me went on. The operation she was talking about was a vasectomy, something that they had talked about often, because she did tell me that she was happy having one child.
I'm glad that she was, because my Daddy supposedly beat her so bad that night, kicking her around the apartment, then out into the hall and down the stairs of our building, that she lost her baby. She was two floors down when he first noticed the blood between her legs, and supposedly, he got so upset.
He ran into a neighbor's apartment and called for a doctor. By the time the man got there, they all thought my Mama was gonna die, as she'd lost so much blood. But Mama was always a strong bitch, and she managed to hold on.
She did lose that baby, and was told that she would never have any other kids. Even though she and my Daddy had talked like they never wanted anymore, I still think it upset her that she had to have her insides cut out.
Well, now that I've finished telling you about that, Doctor, I have to tell you about two things that happened between them, because they were two experiences that left impressions on me. Actually, the first one happened between them often, and for a long while, it was the way I thought a woman was supposed to be treated by a man in bed.
I think I was ten when I was aware of it happening. I knew what sex was all about even before then, because the kids talk on the streets and all. But that night, I got to see what was happening by peeking through the curtain. I never had the desire before, because I hadn't heard them fighting about it.
"I'm too tired," I could hear my Mama moaning, and then there was a slap.
"Look bitch, you ain't good for nothin' else around here, so you're gonna put out for me whether you're tired or not," I could hear him saying to her.
"Pull that fucking thing yourself. I ain't got the time or energy."
Then, there was a harder slap. That was when I got out of my bed, and looked through the curtain. I could see that they were both in bed, two dark black bodies lying near each other, both on their sides. Only thing was, my Mama had her back to him, and he was rubbing his hard cock against her thighs, trying to spread them so that he could enter her cunt and fuck her.
At one point, she moved her hand behind her back and started to push his cock away. When she did that, he grabbed her by the wrist, and held her hand. He tried to make her run her hand up and down his shaft, but she tried to scratch him.
Now I know that he was drunk, but I still don't think that accounts for his behavior. He started to scream at her, and he was calling her every curse word that was written in the book. He started to twist her wrist, and as he did, he was pulling her arm up behind her back.
She began to roll over, but he still wouldn't let up on her arm.
I could see him climbing on top of her, and she was groaning, because one of his hands was still pressing her arm up into the small of her back. I thought that he was going to break her arm or something like that.
As he climbed on top of her, he reached for something that was on the floor. Even before I saw it, I knew it was his belt, because I heard the clang of the buckle, and the jingle of change in his pants pocket as he pulled the belt out of his pants loops.
Once he had the belt, he let up on her hand. She pulled it out from behind her back, and then I saw her dig her nails right into his chest.
Daddy was furious when she did that. He took that belt, doubled it over, and smashed her on her face cheek with it, once, hard. I could see the look of shock when he did that. She moved her hand to her cheek, then looked at it and saw blood.
"Why, you bastard," she said to him, but before she could attack his cock with her nails, something that she was evidentally going to try to do, he took that leather belt and wrapped it tightly around her neck.
I saw him slide the leather through the buckle, and as he pulled it, he was choking her.
"Now you bitch, I'm gonna get a little satisfaction," he said to her, and as he said that, he started to pull her head up, by pulling on the belt. Daddy began to sit up on her body then, and as he did, he was moving his long hard cock toward her mouth. I had seen him naked and hard before, as the apartment was small (like I said) and there was really no way we could avoid it.
He'd wake up in the mornings with a hard cock.
As he rammed his cock into her mouth, he suddenly let out a scream. I saw him pull the belt even tighter for a second, and then he slapped her a few times across the face, so hard that she was wimpering. I could even see the way one of her eyes was starting to swell a little bit.
"Try biting it again, and I'll rip your cunt apart," he said to her.
With those words, he moved his hand down to her pussy. I could see the forceful way in which he just seemed to ram his fingers into her cunt, and he even seemed to be turning them around a little bit inside of her.
My Daddy, for some reason, always seemed to keep his nails kinda long, and I knew that he had to be scratching at her insides. I could see the way she started to thrust up and down, as if she was trying to get him out of her, but it didn't work.
He held her head up by pulling on the neck-choking belt, and he started to ram his cock in and out of her mouth. I could see how she was trying to slide her lips over her teeth, as if she had learned her lesson, and knew not to bite into him.
He was moaning really loud as he was thrusting in and out of her mouth. At one point, I saw my Daddy pull his cock out of her mouth. As he held it at the base, it kinda reminded me of a billy club I'd see police carrying. He did start to slap her back and forth across the face with it. I could see the way she was suddenly trying to open her mouth to take it in. I mean, he musta been hurting her more that way than he had the other way, when he was thrusting it in and out of her mouth, and throat, too.
Eventually, he rammed it back into her mouth, and then I heard the way he was moaning. He closed his eyes, and I could see a trickle of sweat starting to run down the middle of his chest, right between his two black nipples.
Daddy kept his cock in her mouth for such a long time. Then, as he pulled it out, he started to slide down her body.
"Ain't you had enough?" I could hear her groaning, and I knew that she was feeling such pain because of what had happened.
"No, woman. I ain't had enough. You turn me on, still. That should make a heated black bitch feel good. You mighta thought I got tired of you after a few years, but your big tits and hot pussy still turn me on."
I could see some of the white cream from my Daddy's cock dripping out of her mouth, and knew that she hadn't swallowed it all.
As he moved between her legs, he started to push them up over her head. Mama still had a bit of fight in her. I saw it when she tried to kick him. Daddy just slid his hand to her ass, rubbed it, then pulled it back and smashed it down against her buttock so hard, that the slapping sound seemed to resound in the room.
Then, I couldn't believe what he did next. He pushed one leg up to her head, and took the end of the leather belt. In pulling it, he seemed to be tightening it more around her neck, and though it was choking her at times, he did loosen it every so often too, so she could breathe.
He wrapped the end of that belt around her left ankle, and tied it. That way, when and if she tried to lower her legs, she was just succeeding in choking herself more. As a result, you can bet she didn't try that much after he tied her ankle up.
I could see her-wet red pussy lips. Her legs were spread so wide because of the way he had tied one of them, and my Daddy began to rub his fingers against her cunt lips a little bit, listening to her moaning at the same time.
"Yeah, you heated bitch," he said to her. "You always were such a hot cunted bitch, and you still is. I'm gonna get you nice and wet and then fuck the living daylights outta you. What's the difference anyway? Remember how you used to tell me you hadda put it in you. Well, now I can tie you up, beat your ass, and fuck you, and we don't gotta worry about no more kids."
That was the first time I was ever aware of the fact that she couldn't have any children after me, I want you to know, Doctor. But she would tell me more, much later.
He started to slide about three or four of his fingers in and out of her cunt, and as he'd pull them back, it seemed to be like he was pinching her pussy lips with his fingers, and then pulling hard on them so that he was stretching them.
I looked at my Mama's body. It seemed to be shaking as he was fingering her. Her large tits were covered with sweat, but I think that it was a fear sweat, much more than a passion sweat. I don't know for sure, though.
Anyway, he started to slide his cock into her after getting her nice and wet. I could see the way she tried to turn that bound ankle a little bit, because there were times when he was spreading her legs more than usual, and making her ankle move seemed to cause the belt to choke her more and more.
Now that was the first time I had ever seen him fucking her, but I was able to tell even then that my Daddy was a hard fucker. Each time he thrust it into her, I could hear the sound of hard flesh slapping against softer flesh. I could hear the way he was moaning really loud too.
At one point, he pushed her legs up higher, and though it seemed to ease the tension of the choking leather belt around her neck, each time he thrust into her then his groin and balls were slapping against her body.
I could hear her moaning about how her ass hurt, and he laughed.
"Why? From my fucking balls? Baby, if I wanna make your ass hurt, I can make it fucking hurt. I can make it burn, baby, burn."
After he said that, he started to smash his hand down against her buttocks, with each inward thrust. I could see the way her whole body would shake each time he'd smash his hand down against her ass cheek.
She started to whimper a great deal, and he slid his hand to her mouth and covered it. Though he did whisper in her ear, it was easy to hear what he said.
"I don't wanna hear that fucking sound from you. It's a fucking turn-off for me, you bitch. If you keep making that sound I ain't never gonna come in you, and I guess I'll end up fucking your pussy til you bleed. I wanna hear the moans of a bitch who's enjoying what's being done to her."
He pulled his hand away then, and I heard my mother starting to moan for him. I could tell that they were put on for him, that she was only doing it because she wanted him to come, and wanted it to end as fast as it possibly could. Whether he knew it or not, he didn't seem to care. He went along with it.
He kept thrusting in and out of her for a while. I don't even know how long it took, but soon I could see the way both of their bodies were covered with a kind of light glowing passion sweat. I did hear some of the things he was saying to her, and I know that they made an impression on me.
"A nigger man likes it when his wife is a good, submissive bitch. He don't like it none when she tries to take control. You remember that, Ruby. You remember that, baby. Be the submissive cunt that I'm lookin' for, and I'll always treat you kinda nice. Just remember that, bitch. Remember that."
He was panting when he was moaning that way, and soon, I could see the way the sweat on his body was building up more. His buttocks started to spasm a little bit, and then he rammed himself into her good and hard.
I knew that he had to be coming inside of her. For a few seconds, he stayed deep in her pussy, his groin pressing hard against her body, but then, he started to move in and out of her faster and harder, as if he was trying to get those last few thrusts in and fast as he possibly could.
Mama let out a few more groans, and I know that the sound she made when he finally pulled out of her was a sigh of relief. I know, too, that was the reason why he must have smashed her on the ass again.
He didn't untie her for a while. I saw the way he slid his hand down to her pussy and rubbed his fingers into her. Then he slid his wet fingers to her tit-and began to pluck on her nipple. At first, it seemed like he was being kinda gentle with her, but then I knew his fingers were tightening.
I knew it because I could see the way he started to pull hard at her nipple, and he was stretching her tit a little bit as he did that. My Mama groaned some, and when he let go of her nipple, her tit seemed to spring back into place.
Now I did see him abusing her many more times, but I don't even want to get into them. I just wanted you to know that I heard all of this stuff about how the wife should be submissive to her husband, and she usually was. Though I could see a look of hostility on her face sometimes, when she was serving him dinner, and he was praising her because she was doing her woman work the right way, she didn't talk back often.
And when she did talk back, he might just slap her across the face.
As far as those sexual things went, it seemed to me like he didn't always abuse her. It was only when he wanted something from her and she was too tired to give it to him. My Daddy believed that a woman was put there with a man to serve him, and that she was supposed to serve him whether she wanted it or not.
Those were the times when he would start to slap her. Those were the times when I would hear him getting loud with her, and hear the sound of leather hitting her flesh, or even his flesh hitting her flesh. I'm even sure that when he would slap her with his open hand, it hurt more than the belt did, because my Daddy did have huge hands and he really could hurt when he hit.
I know, because there were a few times when he got mad at me and hit me.
But when my Mama was willing to have him take her, on those nights when he wanted it, I knew that they got along just fine. I watched them a few times like that. He was always on top of her. Sometimes, he would eat her pussy gently, and she would be lying there sucking his cock, taking it down at her own rate.
When he would start to make love to her, he would usually spread her legs and climb right between them. I knew that she was loving it, because as he'd press his body down on top of hers, she would wrap her arms around his back. Sometimes they would kiss each other hard on the lips, and at other times, she'd have her head turned, and her eyes closed. She would usually be looking in my direction.
I could see the way my Mama would lick her lips, and there were never any times I can recall her looking better and more happy than when he was on top of her making love to her in that tender, loving way.
Of course, she was still being a submissive woman for him, because he still called all the shots when it came to making love.
He was still always the one on top, and he'd be the one to move as fast and as slow as he wanted to. I do think (or have thought over the years) that he was pretty much aware of how turned on she was at certain times. It was as if he knew when she was coming hard, and when he might stand a chance of coming.
So he would slow down to make it last for both of them.
I always thought that it looked kinda beautiful when he would make love to her that way, because they both seemed to love it. It was as if they were one.
I was still a virgin at age fifteen, when it happened another way. It was, in fact, the only time I'd ever see it happen that way. It was, in fact, to start another way. You see, my Daddy was drunk again. I knew he was drunk when he came stumbling through the door, and since it was payday, my Mama had an immediate attitude. She asked him for the money, and as she started to look through it, I could see the look on her face.
"Where's the rest of it?" she asked him, and then she started to scream. "What did you do with the rest of it? You drank it away, you motherfucker!"
He started to smile in that drunken way, and she was still angry.
"If you knew I lost it, bitch, why did you ask."
My Mama slapped him across the face for the very first time. I had never seen her raise a hand to him before, and I don't think he ever saw it either. He grabbed her hand and then he started to slap her right back.
I could see the way he was twisting her hand, and she seemed like she was in an agonized kind of pain. He started to push her to her knees, but just then, she reached for a large paperweight that was on the table.
She smashed it against the side of his head, and I saw some blood. My Daddy fell to the floor then, and she looked over at me.
"Polly, get outta the house, right now," she said to me. "He ain't dead. I can tell that he's still breathin' but I don't want you here right now. I don't want you here for when he starts to come to."
I did run out of the house, but I didn't run down the stairs. I stood outside, and having left the door open a crack, looked in.
P could see the way she was starting to drag him toward the bed. She threw a towel down under his head, so the blood wouldn't get all over the bed, and then she pulled him on the bed. I saw her pull his belt out of his pants, and pull his arms up over his head. She started to bind his wrists together, and as she did, I could see this look on her face, a look of total power and satisfaction.
"Now, you son-of-a-bitch, you're gonna pay for all the shit you put me through."
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Polly came to see me, she was wearing a tight fitting pink knit dress, and her figure looked even more alluring. She had on a matching cap, covering all of her curly black hair, and that cap seemed to make her face look brighter.
This time, she wasn't as nervous about talking to me. She didn't rush into my office and close the door in a frenzy, the way that she had the first time, and she sat down rather calmly, then began to talk.
I'm just glad because I don't have to worry about Dan no more. He's still my man and all, and last time I was here, I was kinda worried about him finding out that I came here to talk to you. I knew that I'm not good when it comes to keeping secrets and decided that I would tell him and see what his reaction was.
At first, he seemed to be kinda mad, but then when I told him I didn't even talk about him at all, but talked about my Mama and my Daddy, he seemed to think that was okay. He said that as long as I just talk about them it'll be fine.
Of course, I still wanna tell you about that one time my Mama tied up my Daddy, because it'll help you understand some things about me, and my whole attitude about a woman and the way she should serve her man.
Then I'll tell you how things are between me and Dan, and I just won't have to tell him I told you that part. After all, I'm a believer of that old saying. You know, the one that says what he don't know won't hurt him and all. I'll just never tell Dan that I talked about him, and he won't never have a reason to be mad at me.
Now, as I remember, I was telling you about how my Mama tied my Daddy to the bed that night when he came home, with most of his pay money having gone to drink. After she tied him up, I saw her take a wet washcloth, and she started to dab the blood near his head, until it stopped flowing.
Then, she began to strip off his shoes and socks and pants. Because she'd already tied his hands to the bedpost, she couldn't take off his shirt, but she did open it.
She pulled another belt out of the closet, and then she stood by the bed. She pulled it back and lashed it out, hitting him right in the middle of his chest. As the belt seemed to sting him, I heard him starting to moan a little bit. He opened his eyes and looked over in my Mama's direction.
"What the fuck is goin' on here, woman?" he asked her.
"I'm gonna get you, you fucker. I'm gonna get you for once."
He started to pull at his hands, as if he thought he was going to hit her, and it wasn't until he tried, unsuccessfully, that he realized his hands had been bound with his own leather belt. He started to scream, but my Mama slid her hand over his mouth, and pressed it down a little bit.
"You shut up, you bastard. You've gotten me for the longest time, and this time I'm fucking sick and tired of it, you hear? Hadda go out and get all drunk so now whatta we gonna live on for the rest of the week?"
He tried to bite her hand, and she pulled it back and slapped him across the face. She slid her hand down his chest, through his thick patch of pubic hair. I saw the way she wrapped her fingers around his limp cock, and started to tug at it. As she did, she was laughing a little bit.
"What's the matter? Why ain't you hard the way you always are?"
As she kept sliding her hand up and down his cock, it didn't seem to be responding at all. I saw the way she moved her lips around it and sucked it into her mouth. As she did, my Daddy said something which upset her a lot.
"Still the submissive bitch, even when I'm the one's tied up."
She pulled her mouth back and spit at his face. As she did, I could see a big wad of saliva landing on his chin. He still laughed, for she moved her mouth back to his cock and started to suck on it, rather hard.
When he did get stiffer, I could hear her moaning a little bit. Then, when he was fully hard, she pulled her mouth away from his cock. She took the leather belt and started to slap it against his shaft a little bit.
"Woman, you gonna get the beatin' of your life when this is all over," he said to her. "I'm tellin' you right now. I'm gonna beat your brains out."
"You can't do nothin' worse to me than what you already did," she said to him. "You made it so's I can't have no more kids. You did that years ago, you bastard, so there ain't no way you can beat me any worse."
That was when I heard it, Doctor. Remember how I told you I had heard her saying something to him. That was it. She told me more about it one day when we sat down and had a talk about the way my Daddy had been acting with her.
When she said that to him, I could see she hit a raw nerve. Though he was pretty mad at her for having tied him up and all, she had reminded him of what he had done. It was the first time she had ever reminded him of it, and maybe they had once agreed never to mention it, because he never got over it and didn't want her making him feel guilty about it.
But that was just what she was doing. She started to lash his chest hard with the leather belt, and I could see some red lash marks being left on his flesh. As she was lashing him, she was still sliding her hand up and down his cock shaft, because she seemed to want to make sure he'd stay hard.
After a few minutes, I could see that my Mama was gettin' kinda heated with passion. I saw the way she started to peel off her dress and her bra and panties. Then, she pulled herself on top of my Daddy, rubbing his cock head against her cunt lips.
As he tried to thrust up, she slid her way up his body. I knew that her cunt lips were wet. Aside from being able to see it, I could see the trace of wetness she was leaving on his flesh as she slid upward.
"Now you're gonna eat me, the way I was always forced to eat you," she said, and she wrapped the belt around his neck that time.
I could hear him gagging a little bit, because she seemed to pull the leather belt harder than he might have ever pulled it around her neck. As he gagged some, she started to laugh, and then she slapped his face again.
"Now you keep eating me, you fucking bastard. Keep eating me, because it's all you're gonna get to eat this week. Me and Polly's gotta eat. You already drank away your food money. This is all you eat for a week."
I could see the way he started to lick her. There was one point when it seemed like he had her love button between his lips, and was going to bite into it. Mama noticed it, and she slid her hand down to his upraised cock shaft.
I saw the way she started to press the nail of her thumb against the slit of his dick, and as she did, she spoke in a threatening tone of voice.
"These nails of mine are real sharp, baby, real sharp. I think that I could slide the slit of your cock and make it even bigger. Maybe I could slice the whole head of your cock right up, and slice it all the way down your shaft. Then you'd have two halves of a dick. Not good enough for a whole fuck."
She seemed to be pressing her nail pretty hard against him, and then he opened the teeth he was about to clench, and slid his tongue back to her love button. He started to flick it back and forth again.
I can't remember ever seeing my Mama looking so triumphant in her life. I'm sure that she was coming pretty hard, for although I couldn't actually see the juices that were flowing out of her, I could hear a loud slurping sound, and knew that he had to be sucking the cream out of her.
She kept her cunt near his mouth for such a long time. She was jerking his cock up and down a little bit, but when he started to thrust against her hand, as if he though he could fuck her fist and make himself come, she pulled her hand away.
Later, she slid down his body, and pulled the leather belt off of his neck. When she did that, I saw the way he tried to pull his leather bound wrists free again, but Mama had done a good job tying him.
After all, he had been unconscious when she'd done it, so there was no struggle at all when it came to her tying him up.
Sliding her cunt down his upraised cock, she sat on him for a few seconds before she started to move up and down. I think that she did it purposely. He was more and more horny as she sat on him, and when he tried to thrust up, it gave her a good reason for pulling the belt back and smashing it against his chest.
"You ain't in control this time, nigger man," she said to him. "I am, and don't you go forgettin' that for more than a second."
He stopped thrusting, because he knew that she meant it. She had already left a lot of lash marks on his chest, and I knew that she had it in her to whip him hard enough and make him bleed. I felt as if she even wanted to do it, but she somehow managed to restrain herself and hold back.
She did ride him for the longest time. There were moments when I could hear him moaning, and see his body sweating. I knew that he felt like coming, but she would press herself down on top of him, pinning him down flat on the bed. If he tried to move at all, she would threaten to whip his chest again, and sometimes she would actually come right out and whip him.
I don't even know how long it went on, but when she finally let him come, I think that all the anger he was feeling subsided, with the subsiding throbs of his dick. I mean, there was some anger as he was coming, but when the orgasm began to subside, he just seemed to close his eyes.
I saw my Mama slap his face a few times, to see if he was faking it or what. She didn't slap him too hard-just hard enough to see if he had fallen out. After all, Doctor, you have to remember that he had been drunk.
She climbed off his body, and then she cleaned up his dick. She cleaned up a little more blood from his head, and then she untied him. He hadn't been faking it. Daddy was out cold, and he was even snoring. As I pulled the front door closed so that Mama would never know I'd seen what she was doing.
She did come out later to tell me I could come back into the apartment.
I'll never forget the next morning, only because of a few things that were said. Daddy had to get up early for breakfast, and I had to get up early for school. Mama served both of us breakfast, and just before Daddy was getting ready to leave (and do keep in mind that he was all hungover from the night before), he turned to her.
"Was I just dreamin' or did you tie me up last night?" he asked.
"No, baby, that wasn't no dream. No dream at all. You blew that money and I got you before you could get me."
"Oh, you did?" he asked, and I could see the look of satisfaction on her face. She nodded her head, and smiled.
Well, Daddy just pulled his hand back and slammed Mama across the face harder than I could ever remember seeing him do it to her. I knew that she was quite shocked, also, for she moved her hand to her cheek, and started to cry.
"Fucking bitch! You ever do that to me again, and next time I'll kill ya."
He turned and stormed out of the apartment. Mama cried a little bit more, and I tried to comfort her. That was when she said something to me.
"Child, remember that a nigger man don't have much pride, but what little pride he does have is somethin' you should never try to take away from him. Last night I took it away from your Daddy, and now I'm afraid I'm gonna be payin' for it for the rest of my life with him. Only time will tell."
And time sure as hell told that she was right. After that night, I can never remember things being the same between them. He would usually come home as late from work as he possibly could. Most of the times when he was home, he would direct all of his attention to me, almost as if he was giving her the silent treatment.
It was always, "Polly, tell your mother that I want this," or, "Polly, tell your mother that I want that," but he never said it to her directly. And usually, even though she was in the room and heard it all, I would have to repeat it, because he would give me a look to let me know that was what he wanted.
I've never forgotten what my Mama said to me about a nigger man's pride.
I've never forgotten that night, because of the resulting change in the relationships in our house after that. I would sometimes hear her begging him to make love to her at night, and he would say something about if she wanted it, why didn't she just tie him up and force him to do it?
That would make Mama cry, but that wouldn't soften Daddy up at all.
Now getting to me, I lost my virginity when I was seventeen, to this boy named Lee who was kinda nice to me. He was a nigger boy, and we'd been dating for a while. He was always trying to sweet talk me into putting out for him, and one night, I just thought that I hadda see what it was like.
Lee had his own apartment, as he was already kicked out of his house and working to support himself. We went back there, and he lit some candles to try and add as much of a mood as possible to what we was gonna do.
We both undressed, and afterwards, I lay back on the bed, quite passively. I felt his hard cock rubbing between my legs as he pressed his body down on mine and started to kiss me on the lips. I could feel the heat from his body as his lips moved over mine, kissing my small tits, and sucking on my big. nipples.
When he started to eat my pussy, I thought that it felt kinda nice. He seemed to know just what he was doing with his tongue and all.
I kinda wanted to suck his cock, but at the same time, I was a little bit scared to do it. I thought that I might choke on it, because it was so thick and so long. I didn't even have to make up my mind. He ate my cunt until my cream was flowing, and then he started to slide his cock right between my cunt lips.
As I felt him entering me, I thought it was wonderful. There was so much heat from his shaft. I could feel the way that heat was making my body burn with desire, and as he started to thrust it in and out of me, I was coming so hard.
I hadn't had a hymen that he had to rip through, which made it so much easier for me, and his cock, though big, wasn't stretching my pussy as much as I thought it would before he entered me.
Also, he wasn't being that rough with me. He was sliding his dick in and out of me in a gentle kind of way, and he never did get too rough, except for when he was just about to come. Then, he was thrusting his cock a little bit faster and harder, and I could hear the way he was moaning so loud.
He came in me that time, and then I sucked on his limp dick for a while. I liked the way his cock tasted, with the come on it, and when he started to get hard in my mouth, it really did turn me on. Making a man's cock stiffen with my tongue was really a good kind of turn-on.
He fucked me one more time, and it was even better than it had been the first time. So I have to let you know, that I never did have any bad experience the first time. In fact, that first experience kinda made me want more.
I did have a few other flings with some men. I started to work when I graduated from high school, because I didn't wanna go to college.
That was when I met Dan. I was working in a coffee shop and he came in and we started to talk. That man was a charmer all right. He worked in a pharmacy and was telling me about all the drugs he could get for me.
I started to date him, and we made love the third time we went out together. Dan was real nice in bed. His cock was real big, but I wanted to please him so much that I didn't mind taking it all the way into my throat. Also, when he started to fuck me, he seemed to be so gentle and tender.
I introduced him to my Mama, and she was real impressed with him. About a year after we started to date, we got married.
While I was sitting in the bridal chamber, waiting for the wedding to begin, my Mama came in, and she told me somethin'.
"Don't never cross your man, baby. Remember what I told you about a nigger man's pride. Don't ever do nothin' to make him mad at you."
I kept that in mind. For the first few years of our marriage, things seemed to be going all right. Dan had a lotta dreams about things that he wanted to do, and things that he wanted to give me. We both had our jobs, but neither one of us seemed to be advancing ourselves, and one night, he came home drunk.
Now as I said, he worked in a pharmacy, and he did tend to get some drugs. He didn't drink too often, but when he came home drunk that night, I could tell that he was in an evil mood. It was as if another side of him had come right out.
He started to kiss me, and I couldn't stand it. Ever kiss a man or woman who had a lot to drink and reeks of booze? Well, he did, and I hated it. As he tried to take my clothes off, I pulled away from him.
Dan slapped me hard across the face for the first time ever and I could feel the way my cheek was stinging. I moved my hand there, and I was rather shocked.
"Now woman, I want you to suck my dick," he said to me, and when I turned away, I could hear a sound that was not so unfamiliar to me. It wasn't until I turned around and saw that he had taken his belt off and was getting ready to hit me with it, that I realized it was the sound of a man opening his pants and pulling his belt out of the loops.
Dan pulled it back and lashed it out at me, hitting me right on the shoulder. All I could feel was a cutting, horrid kind of pain. I fell to my knees in front of him, and he pulled the belt back again, striking me.
He had his cock hanging out of his pants as he moved closer to me, and as he started to rub it over my lips, I kept my mouth closed. When he lifted the belt another time to hit me, I pulled back and covered my face.
"Dan," I said to him, in a soothing, but tear-filled voice, "I love you. I'll do anything for you. I'll even let you whip but, but you can't do it so hard."
See, I didn't mind if he did it, if he needed to think that he had control over me. I wanted my man to keep his pride. The only thing was, the belt was ripping into my flesh, and I couldn't bear that.
When he heard my words, I knew that they had effected him. He slapped me on the back a little lighter with the belt, and then he pulled my mouth over to his cock. As I opened my mouth and started to suck him, I kept thinking that I would be a willing slave for him, if that was what he wanted.
As I started to suck his cock, I was using my tongue better than I had ever used it on his, or any other man's cock before.
I could hear the way he was moaning real loud, and every so often I would feel the way the belt struck my shoulder or my back. Each time he did whip me, I could feel his cock throbbing harder in my mouth, and that turned me on.
I did keep thinking that if he whipped me a little faster (though no harder, because I didn't want it hard) he would be able to come real soon. When he started to come in my mouth, I could hear him crying a little bit.
But I didn't look up at him. I knew that it would be bad for his pride if he saw me looking at him as he cried. Instead, as I pulled my mouth away, I spoke.
"Dan, is anything wrong?" I asked him and he covered his face.
"I'm sorry that I whipped you," he said. "I don't want to."
"Honey, I don't mind if you do," I told him. "Believe me, I'm not just saying that. I really don't mind if you do. I just don't want you to rip my flesh to shreds when you whip me. A nice light slapping feels all right."
As he heard that, I could see the way his cock was getting nice and stiff. I started to lay back on the carpet, and I slid out of my pants and panties, spreading my legs for him so he would know I wanted him.
He rubbed his cock against my cunt lips, and then he slid it right into me. I did turn my head a little bit, because I still did not want to kiss him while he smelled of that booze, and he didn't seem to mind. He was content to start kissing and licking my shoulders, and I was content to get fucked by him.
At one point, he pushed my legs up high and slid back into my cunt. He started to slap my buttocks with the leather belt, and that was even feeling pretty good. I winced a few times, but managed to take it all.
I kent looking at him, and started to rub my hands over his lips. He sucked my fingers into his mouth, and I could feel the way his tongue was flicking back and forth between my fingers, making my whole body surge with pleasure.
"Oh baby, we are gonna make it," I was moaning. "We're gonna make it, believe me. We don't even have to succeed all that much, because we got each other and that's really all that counts in the world. Havin' someone."
As he started to throb inside of me, I did let him kiss me on the lips, because I knew that he was going to come, and knew that when he kissed me and we came together, there was nothing better in the whole world.
Dan has beat me a few times, when he gets drunk, but it doesn't happen that often. When he's not drunk and he starts to make love to me, I always try to let him know that I'm his willing, passive wife, and that I will do anything for him. And believe me, it's not just a line. I really will.
I love the man, and know that he needs me. And I need him.
CONCLUSION
I hate to think about what might happen, one day, if Polly suddenly gets frustrated with her husband, and starts to believe that he will never succeed. Or what might happen one day when he gets too drunk and she can't control him.
Polly's reasons for being a submissive woman has a great deal to do with the things that she saw happening between her parents. Her mother's advice, to always do what her man wants because of his pride, seems to be the thing that keeps Polly in her submissive role.
As long as the love for her man is there, I think she will continue to get into that role, and continue to enjoy it. But one day, I fear, she may become frustrated and then he might beat her harder than she wants it. To quote her mother, "Only time will tell."
But by that time it might be too late.
I think that they should sit down and try to understand what the need is that causes Dan to beat her when he gets drunk.
I'm sure they can work it all out.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Irene O. AGE: Twenty-six
INTERVIEW ONE
Irene is an attractive blonde-haired Irish girl, with large blue eyes and a pleasant enough smile. I only say pleasant enough, because, although she was cheerful, I seemed to feel that she was putting on an act at certain times.
She has straight blonde hair which was parted down the middle and pulled into pigtails the day she came to see me, and I feel that she was trying to give herself the illusion of youth. Not that she's old. Irene is in her mid-twenties, but seems to act as if she wants to be ten again.
She was wearing an attractive blue blouse and skirt, and she had a pretty enough figure.
She was also quite willing to talk, but as she did, and I found myself staring into her eyes, I started to think that she might have been under the influence of some kind of an up or some kind of speed.
I've been trained to be a passive woman, Doctor, and I'm kind of happy about it. I think that there's a chance that I could have been trained to be a dominant woman, because you see, I really was trained to like sex.
But Debbie tells me that I'm wrong. She says that I could never be butch.
I know that a lot of my passivity has to do with the way I lost my virginity, which is very hard for me to talk about. Look, I'll be honest with you. Debbie, who is my lover, said that it would be easier for me to talk about it if she gave me some kind of a drug, so I took this pill she gave me.
That way, I can tell you about how I lost it.
I was always considered to be the goody-two-shoes of my class, and I hardly even know why. The other kids were ruffian types, and I tended to try and stay away from them. I didn't really get along with the girls, because I know that I was much better looking than they were, and they had to know it, too.
And the boys didn't like me because I was pretty, and most of them wanted me, and none of them could have me. Now this is high school I'm talking about, a time when most people start to have relationships.
It's a time when people make friends that they sometimes keep for the rest of their lives, but that didn't happen with me.
By the time I was a senior in high school, they'd even given me a nickname. It's so hard for me to even say it, because it makes me tremble to think about it.
I was called the Royal Virgin. They called me the Royal part because they all thought that I had certain airs about me, and the Virgin part was because, well, I don't think that I really have to go into that.
And it happened to me in my senior year, when I lost it and all. I'll never forget it. There was this girl named Sally, who I kind of liked. She called me up one afternoon and said that she was having a party that night. She wanted me to come over. I told her I didn't know if I could, but she made me promise.
What I didn't know was that Sally's parents were away for the week, and the two younger siblings she was watching were staying over at a friend's house. When I got there, and knocked on the door, no one answered. She finally did come to the door, and she seemed to look a little bit dissheveled.
"Where's the party?" I asked, and she told me to go down to the basement.
I remember walking down the stairs slowly, because it was kind of dark down there and I couldn't hear anyone. As I got to the bottom stair, I suddenly felt myself being grabbed by a hand. Then, I was being yanked into the middle of a crowd.
"Get her," someone yelled out, and suddenly there were hands all over my body.
I could feel my clothes being taken off of me. My arms were pulling behind my back and though I was struggling and trying to fight, there were just too many of them. It was incredible. Within seconds, I was naked and bound. Then, someone was about to turn on the lights when someone else yelled out.
"Blindfold her first so she never knows who was here."
Someone put something over my eyes, and tied it behind my head, and when the lights were finally turned on, I couldn't see a thing anyway. I felt myself being pushed down to the floor, and I was crying like mad.
Then, I could feel a hard cock being rubbed between my legs. As I started to feel it entering me, Sally screamed out. Hers was a voice that I could never forget. I mean, I knew she was there, too, as it was here house.
"No, don't force yourself on her. She is a virgin. I can remember when I was a virgin and how much it hurt. You're going to have to turn her on first."
Suddenly, I could feel hands and tongue all over my body.
It was like there were two different mouths working over my tits. I felt the way the tongues started to suck on my nipples, and both of them were soon really hard. Then they were being flicked back and forth.
Soon, there was a mouth down between my legs. Hands kept massaging my flesh, and though I was scared, I was soon getting turned on.
"Look, the Royal Virgin is starting to react," someone said.
When they said that, whoever it was, I could feel my senses falling a little bit. It was just the kind of reminder that I could have lived without.
Soon, the tongue was flicking back and forth in my pussy, and I could feel the way my clit was nice and hard. Two hands were holding my ass up off the floor, caressing it and stroking it. I could feel the way my flesh was sweating a little bit.
Then, for the very first time in my life, I had an orgasm. I couldn't get over the way that it felt. It was the most incredible thing. My whole body seemed to surge with this kind of explosive pleasure, and as I was thrusting up and down against the mouth that was eagerly licking me, I could hear some murmurs in the room.
"She reacts like a normal person," one voice said.
"Yes, you never would have thought that she would," another one said.
"Well, I guess she is normal after all. Or semi-normal, at least."
I could feel the mouth sucking me harder and harder. My juices were starting to surge like crazy, and my pussy was spasming so hard. Hands continued to caress me, and then, I could feel my ass being lowered a little bit. A cock was rubbing back against my cunt. I don't know if it was the same cock that had been there before, the one that had first tried to enter me without turning me on.
All I know is that I felt the cock starting to enter me. It wasn't really that thick. It didn't stretch me out so much.
It just slid right into me, and as I felt the way I started to react around it, I could hear some more of them murmuring about me and what a hidden horny bitch I had been all those years. Then, the cock slid deep into me.
I have no idea where I'd lost my hymen. There was some talk about that, because they had expected to have to break me, and in the end, no one had to. The cock started to slide in and out of my cunt, and I could feel the heat of the whole body, belonging with that cock, pressing down on me.
My nipples were throbbing like crazy. I started to come so hard around that cock, and I could hear the person who was fucking me, moaning so loud.
"Yeah, she is one hot bitch," he was saying, and I tried as desperately as I could to place the voice, but just couldn't.
The more he thrust in and out of me, the more turned on I was getting. Then, I could feel something near my face. Someone was rubbing his cock right near my face, and I started to turn my head away. Soon, two hands held my head and turned it back, and then the cock was being slid into my mouth.
It didn't taste that bad. Well, maybe it did. And maybe the cock in me felt bad, too. See, my head was spinning. This had all been thrust on me, but all those hands were helping to relax me a little bit.
There were times when it seemed like there were a dozen or more hands all over my body, and with each one massaging and kneading my flesh a little bit, I couldn't help but feel my passions starting to rise.
Plus, as I said, I'd never been with anyone before, and I'd never even played with my own body. This was the first time I was ever aware of my own passions, and how they could work for me. I was still being forced, but they were doing things the right way.
When the cock inside of my pussy started to throb, I could feel it shooting off, and as it was pulled out, there seemed to be a kind of argument.
The other boys were all kind of fighting to see who would get me next. The one who was in my mouth seemed to be the only one who didn't care, because he was too busy sliding his cock in and out of my mouth.
When he started to throb hard, I thought that I was going to gag around him. But then, he pulled his cock back a little bit, and began to jerk the base of it. The cream shot onto my tongue, and I didn't swallow it.
I did spit it right out, and some of the boys laughed.
By that time, there was another one in my cunt, and he was much thicker than the first boy had been. He grabbed onto my buttocks and started to slide his dick in and out of me even faster. I heard a kind of grunting, and sensed that it was coming from him. It seemed like he was fucking me out of hatred, more than anything else, as if he wanted to hurt me for not having put out for him before.
That fuck hurt like hell, and even the massaging hands couldn't make the pain go away. It wasn't until Sally spoke up that he calmed down.
"Hey, bastard, you said you wanted to fuck her, not kill her."
Then, he started to thrust a little bit slower, but it still didn't make me feel that much better. My body, by that time, was wracked with some kind of pain, and I sensed that it wasn't going to end for a while.
It didn't take as long as I had thought. I mean, I felt each one of the boys in either my mouth or my cunt. I don't even know how many that was, but there was one pointwhen someone was starting to move between my legs.
Then I heard Sally screaming at him.
"Get out. Get the fuck out. You all have to get out now. You've all had your turn. You told me that you were each going to do it once, and that was it. You've all done it once, and I don't care if the first one is hard again. If you don't get the hell out of here now, I'm going to call the cops."
I started to hear the sound of feet running up the steps. I didn't know if it was her or not, but soon it sounded like they were all leaving the basement. I did hear one of the boys tell me that I was a pretty decent fuck.
"I thought you wouldn't be because of your being a virgin and all, and being a prissy little bitch at that. But you were pretty decent."
When they had all left, Sally came down and untied me. She was in tears. I asked her why she had let them do that to me, and she didn't really have a reason. She told me that her boyfriend had talked her into it, had told her that he would break up with her if she didn't. I asked her who had been there, but she refused to tell me.
I couldn't report anything to the police. They would have all had alibis for each other. Instead, I just had to try and forget about it. High School was almost over and I would be going to college.
What I didn't know is that I'd freeze up anytime a man tried to touch me, and that would go on for a while. It wasn't until I graduated and moved to Manhattan, then met Debbie, that I ever let anyone else touch hie.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Irene came to see me, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Her hair was no longer in pigtails, and I must admit that she looked much more natural and much less phony than she had the first time I saw her.
She didn't seem to be high, either, which pleased me. She was eager to talk, and told me that she wouldn't even be able to stay the full hour because she had a date and didn't want to be late. Therefore, she began immediately.
Debbie is a real pretty blonde girl, with hair much like mine. She lived right next door to me when I took an apartment in Manhattan, and she was the first one to really welcome me to the city. She asked me if I wanted to go out barhopping with her a few nights later, and we did go out.
Debbie was able to pick up on the fears that I had. Whenever men would come over to us and one would touch me, I'd get all panicky.
When we went home that night, she came over for a drink. She started to ask me if I was a virgin, or what, and I had to tell her what had happened to me. She smiled a little bit, and said that kind of treatment could turn a girl into a lesbian.
When she said that, I could sense vibes coming from her. She started to tell me that she'd made it with many women, and maybe that was what I needed. She also had such a commanding tone to her, and when she sensed the way I seemed to listen to her, she started to pull off her clothing, fast.
"Maybe you need to suck my pussy for a while," she said.
She started to push me down on my knees between her spread legs, and as I was looking at her cunt, and I could see how wet her lips were, she laughed.
"You don't have to worry. A pussy won't choke you the way a dick will. You can easily suck on my clit and you don't have to worry about throat penetration."
I was still hesitant, but then she just pulled my head right over. I could feel her lush wet cunt lips rubbing against my mouth, and as I opened my mouth and started to run my tongue up and down her cunt, I loved it.
"Yeah, Irene. I think you and I are gonna get along fine."
I could feel her holding the back of my head, and I loved the way her juices were starting to taste. She kept telling me what to do, commanding me first to suck her clit and then to flick it back and forth. She told me to lick the walls of her cunt so that I could taste her cream.
Then, she commanded me to pull my pants and panties off, so she could see the way I looked when I was masturbating. I had never done anything like that for anyone, but the way she said it made me think it would be all right. I started to slide my fingers in and out of my pussy, and I could feel how my clit tingled.
"Now let me lick you. Lay back," she said to me.
As I did, I felt her moving her cunt right over my face. I started to lick her all over again, and then I felt her leaning over. She slid her tongue to my pussy and began to suck on my clit. As she was doing it, she was also exhaling, so warm rushes of hot air were shooting up my pussy.
It was so incredible. I could feel the way my juices flowed even more, and after she had made me come a few times, she sat up.
I was still being forced to eat her pussy when I heard what she said.
"Irene, I can tell that you're the kind of girl who is going to like taking orders, which is fun for me, as I'm the kind of girl who likes to give them. Girls like us were made for each other. You'll see."
And she turned out to be more than right, because after that night, it was like no one could separate us. We would go out to bars together, and look around for men or for women that might interest us.
One night, Debbie saw a man who really seemed to turn her on. She could tell that he was interested in both of us, and when he came over, she asked him to come back to my place. I was a little bit shocked.
Still, I kept thinking that she was there. If he wanted to fuck someone, then he would be able to make it with her.
We were all sitting on the sofa, snorting some cocaine that she had asked this man for. As I was getting higher and higher, I saw the way Debbie leaned over and began to kiss him. She slid her hand down to his cock bulge and pulled his zipper open. She started to pull his hard cock out of his pants.
"Now, Irene, get on your knees and let me see you suck this," she said to me.
I was really kind of shocked. I had thought that she was going to do the sucking, and I didn't know if I wanted to do it. The man seemed to sense it, but when he said something to Debbie, she just laughed it off.
"Irene does what I want her to do, and this is it," she said. "Now, Irene, am I going to have to punish you or what?"
I didn't know what she meant by that, but didn't want to know either.
I got right down on my knees and took that man's cock into my mouth. When he tried to thrust it in too deep, and it almost entered my throat, I was ready to cry, but Debbie slid her hand to the base of his cock.
"Now don't force it on her," she said. "Let her do it at her own rate."
And the man stopped thrusting. I was able to slide my lips up and down his cock shaft at the rate that I wanted to do it. When he started to come, Debbie told me that I was to swallow all of that cream, and I did.
I didn't really love it, but I wanted to please her. When I had finished sucking him, we snorted some more, and then Debbie said that we should all take off our clothing and go into my bedroom. She went down on me and started to eat me, and then when he got hard watching us, she told him to fuck me.
"You can take it, Irene," she said. "I know that you can. Look, honey this is the only way you'll ever get to love the feeling of a cock again."
He started to ease himself into me, and as I felt her massaging my tits while he did that, I felt so much better about the whole thing. My body began to explode with sensation, and he was moaning as he started to fuck me.
He kissed Debbie, and then she stood up in front of him and fed him her pussy. I watched the look on her face as he was eating her, for she did turn and smile at me. Soon, when she was coming, his cock started to throb in me, and then I felt the way he started to explode inside of me.
It was really incredible. My whole body was surging with a pleasure sensation, and it was even better later, when he left and Debbie and I were alone. She told me to lick her pussy for a little while, and I did.
Then she started to eat me, and as I felt her sucking the juices right out of my cunt, I was coming harder than I had in some time. I could feel the way her cunt began to explode as she sucked a thick creamy load out of me.
A few nights later, we went out and picked up another man. I wasn't so turned on to him, and Debbie could tell that.
"It's a test," she said to me. "I want you to let him fuck you."
But I just wouldn't. I thought that he was something of a pig. He was a huge ugly man, and he also had an ugly body that just turned me off. I ran and locked myself in the bathroom, and sometime later, she called me out.
There was this huge great dane in the living room. She toid me that it was a neighbor's dog and that she had borrowed it, telling her friend and neighbor that she was going to take it for a walk.
"Actually, you're going to let this dog fuck you," she said to me.
"What? You have to be crazy. I'm not going to do that."
"I'll kill you if you don't," she said. "Remember who taught you how to enjoy your body. Remember who helped you when you thought that no one could. Remember who let you know what sexual pleasure is all about."
"What if I don't?" I asked her, and she slapped me face.
"I don't even think that's a possibility, but if you refuse, goodbye."
The thought of her no longer being my friend was painful for me. She started to tell me how she had made the other man leave, and how she would take the dog out if I didn't want it. But she would always hold it against me.
So I leaned forward against the club chair in my living room.
Debbie kept telling me that what I was doing was all right, and she would help me take the dog in. She rubbed its cock until it was nice and hard, and then helped the dog pull its legs up on my shoulders.
Then, she guided the dog's cock into my pussy from behind. I could feel the way the cock was so slippery, and it wasn't thick or anything the way most men seem to be. Why, I could hardly even feel it, and when she asked how it was and I told her that, she told me to work my cunt muscles around it.
When I did that, and the dog could feel me, it started to thrust faster. The whole thing took about five minutes, at the very most, because after the dog started to throb, he just kept thrusting until he came.
Later, after she walked it and returned it to its owner, the two of us started to make it with each other again. She told me to lick her cunt, and then, much later, she went down on me and started to eat me.
It was fantastic, and afterwards, she promised me that she was going to turn me on to all sorts of different things. She said something to me about her being my sexual mentor, and though I don't even know what that means, I'm willing to let her have me do anything that she wants me to do.
CONCLUSION
I had to tell Irene that I feel that Debbie is more of a menace to her than anything else. Irene seemed shocked to hear me say it, and I had to hold her down because she wanted to rvn right out of my office. I explained that Debbie seems to think that she is Irene's savior in some ways, because she helped Irene learn to like sex.
Irene is a very vulnerable girl, and feels that Debbie is a sincere friend since she was able to confide in her and tell her what had happened to her when she was a high school girl.
I think that Debbie is a predator, using Irene to explore all kinds of things that she, herself, is too scared to explore. This could easily lead to some heavy S and M, which might thrill Debbie, but will ultimately be negative for Irene.
Though I tried as hard as I could to convince her, I don't think that I have. I think Debbie has found a slave for herself, and nothing anyone can say will make Irene thing badly about Debbie.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Dave J. AGE: Twenty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
Dave is a handsome boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. When he came to see me. he was wearing a business suit and tie. He had just come from work, and looked rather distinguished. As he spoke, however, I sensed that the man under the suit is not the same. The illusion he gives off is different than the person he really is.
Deep down, Dave is a somewhat shy young man who has a lot of problems, many of which will be explained by the young man himself.
Actually, I should have known what a ball busting bitch Jenny was the first time I ever saw her in action with anyone else, and should have realized that not all women are like that. My wife is really helping me overcome some of the things that I was put through when I was younger, and living with my Aunt Jenny.
My parents died when I was about five. They were killed in a car crash, and I know that I still haven't gotten over that completely. I really did love them, though my father's sister, Jenny, the aunt who was my godmother, the woman I went to live with afterwards, tried to do things to destroy the image I had of them.
I can remember hearing her talking about my father when I was about seven.
"Who do you want to be like when you grow up?" she had asked me.
"Like my Daddy," I told her, and she was shaking her head.
"Oh, no, Davie, you don't want to be like your Daddy. I know that you can't want to be like your Daddy. You don't remember your Daddy well enough to know what a violent man he really was. When I was a little girl, and Daddy was my big brother, he used to hit me all the time, whenever he would get mad at me.
"Once he broke one of my teeth. Then when he married your Mommy, and she wasn't a good girl, he would beat her up, too."
"No, my Daddy never did anything like that," I said to her.
"Davie, you don't really know, do you? You weren't old enough when your Daddy died. It's a good thing that he did. Aunt Jenny will bring you up right."
When she said that it was a good thing he did, I kicked her, and she slapped me hard across the face. I tried to remember not to bring up my Daddy with her anymore, because I wanted to have good memories of him.
Actually, as I said, I should have realized what a ball-busting bitch she was. I should have known by the wimpering men that she used to date. They all seemed to be such nerds, and she used to have control of all of them.
Once, she thought that I was sleeping, when she had a man over for the night. I had been sleeping, but I heard the way she was moaning, and I could also hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I crawled out of my bed, and walked toward the living room. I could see her wimpering date lying on his back, on the floor.
My aunt was sitting on top of his cock, and she was riding it up and down. I saw the way she had her head thrown back and her mouth open.
Now I must admit that I thought she was beautiful. She had long, straight black hair and wonderful breasts. They were so large and firm, and as she was riding up and down on this man's cock, she was slapping his face.
"No, you're not going to come too soon, otherwise you won't come in me," she was saying to him. "If you try to come too soon, I'll pull myself right off you and then you can come in the air and lick it all up afterwards."
I could see the way the man stopped thrusting so hard. She started to tell him when she wanted him to go faster, and then she started to tell him to slow down when she thought he was going too fast.
At one point, she did climb off his cock, and she rolled onto her back. He got down between her legs and started to eat her. I saw the way she grabbed his hair and started to pull at it hard so that he couldn't pull his head away. As she was holding him, she started to thrust herself up and down against his mouth, her cunt slapping him right in the face each time she thrust up.
Her body seemed to be covered with sweat. It looked like she was going through some kind of frenzy, and I could hear her yelling out commands, still. She started to tell him what she wanted him to do, how he should lick her, and all that, and I could tell that he was trying to do what she wanted.
When he'd fuck up a little bit, she would pull her hand back and slap him across the face, then yank on his hair again and pull his head down between, her legs.
Later, he rolled onto his back and she climbed right back on his cock. She started to ride him again, and as she was doing that, I could see the way she was holding his balls in her hand. She seemed to be twisting them a little bit.
The man started to groan pretty loud, and then she was slapping his face.
"Bastard. I told you not to come so soon," she said, and as she pulled herself up off his cock, I could see that this white cream was shooting out of it.
She just walked into the kitchen and left him there. I saw him sliding his hand down to his cock, and he started to jerk himself to get all of the come out. When she walked back into the living room, she kicked him in the side.
"Are you still here? Get the fuck out of my house."
I ran back to my room after that. I thought a little bit about what I had seen, and since it was the only time I'd seen a man and a woman, I thought that had to be the right way for a man to be.
Well, when I was about eleven, I started to go through puberty. I started to grow pubic hair and my balls hung lower. Aunt Jenny still insisted on my leaving my bedroom door open, and she seemed to always pass by when I was getting undressed.
One day, I had the door closed, because I had a hard-on. I wanted to see if I could shoot out some white cream, the way I had seen that man, and a few of her other men doing it for her. I had seen it often, because sometimes my aunt would tell them to jerk off for her, and they would.
As I was sliding my hand up and down my cock, she pushed the door open. I tried to cover my hard-on but she walked right in and pulled my hand away. She took a look at my dick and started to smile, licking her lips.
"Well, how nice, Davie. How nice that you can get it hard. I want to see you jerking it off now. Do it for Aunt Jenny. Come on. Do it."
I was so embrassed, but soon, her voice was commanding me to do it. I I looked into her eyes and felt almost as if I was hypnotized. I started to slide my hand up and down my cock shaft, and as she looked, she was licking her lips a little bit seductively. Then, she told me that Aunt Jenny would help.
She moved her mouth down near my cock, and started to run her tongue around the rim of it. She licked the head a little bit, and I thought it felt so nice that I started to come within a few more seconds.
She even licked away the come, and then she licked her lips.
"One day, Aunt Jenny will teach you all about making love to a woman," she said to me, and then she left my room.
That day came, believe it or not, when I was thirteen. She walked into my room one night, after she had been out on a date. As she stood there telling me about what a loser this man turned out to be, she was starting to undress. I had seen her naked so many times, but this time, it seemed like she had something else in mind.
When she was fully naked, she walked over to my bed and pulled the covers all the way down. I was hard. I was a normal boy, after all, and the sight of her naked body was very much of a turn-on.
She started to run her hands all over my body, and then she moved her mouth down to my cock. She sucked it right between her lips, and after only a few more seconds, I was coming in her mouth. She sucked out every last drop, and then she sat up.
"See, I knew you would be a quick shot, because all young boys are. But you're still hard, and now I have a feeling it's going to take you a longer time to come. Now I know that you'll be able to fuck me for a long time without coming."
Actually, when I think about it, most boys would have killed to be in my position.
She was stroking my rigid shaft, and then she started to lower herself down on my cock. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. As she slid her pussy up and down my cock, I felt her pulling my head up.
She pulled my mouth right to one of her tits, and told me to suck on it. I sucked her stiff black nipple into my mouth, and did love the way that it tasted. Aunt Jenny seemed to be moaning louder and louder.
When she slid her hand behind and started to play with my balls, she began to twist them a little bit, the way I had seen her twisting other men's. I was a little bit nervous. It was hurting, and I wanted to say something, but she seemed to think that she was doing the right thing.
I tried not to think about my aching balls, but only tried to concentrate on my dick and the way it felt inside of her pussy. When I started to throb, she sat all the way down and wouldn't let me come right away.
About twenty minutes later, I thought I was going to die if I didn't come inside of her, and she seemed to sense it. When she slowed down again, she looked at me, and then she started to laugh. She said that she would let me come the next time, but she didn't do it that time either.
Eventually, I did come, but by that time, it was more of a relief than anything else. Really, Doctor, I did feel more relief than pleasure, and as a result, I don't even remember feeling any pleasure from that first fuck.
Aunt Jenny was to come on to me many times after that. Whenever she was in the mood, she would come into my room and stroke me until I was hard. As I started to get older and older, I wanted her less and less.
She was, after all, my aunt, and she always reminded me of the little boy dick that she had once grown to love. Not that she wasn't falling in love with my big man's dick, as she liked to call it. She loved to use it, too.
But you see, that was the thing. I never really felt like a man with her. She was always such a dominant woman. It got to the point where I thought that all women liked to control their men, and didn't like to be controlled.
When I met Amy I could sense an instant dislike between her and my aunt. But I fell in love with Amy. She was the prettiest redhead that I'd ever laid eyes on, and though Aunt Jenny didn't want me to, I married her anyway. I wanted to get my own apartment, and I was over twenty-one.
Though I was still in school, my parents had left me a lot of money, all of which was put in a trust fund until I was twenty-one.
The very first night I made love to my wife, after we were married, I started to go down on her. It was one of the first times I'd ever eaten a woman, because Aunt Jenny never seemed to want me to eat her.
As I pulled her on top of me, I could tell that she was a little bit upset, but as I slid her down so that she was soon sitting on my cock, I started to guide her up and down, and I knew she was loving it.
Overall, though, it was not too successful. I could tell that she wasn't at all satisfied, and had to know why. It took me the longest time to get Amy to tell me, but one night, she finally blurted it out.
"Because I'm something of a passive woman. I want my man to dominate me. And you are the most passive wimpering man I've ever met in my life."
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Dave came to see me I could sense a certain kind of change in him. He seemed to be much more secure than he had been the first time he came to see me, and he told me that he'd never felt more secure about anything in his life.
I'm going to have to tell you about what happened last week, about two days after I came to see you, but first I have to fill you in on some other things.
When Amy finally came out and told me what turned her off about me, I was a little bit shocked. I actually thought that our marriage was over, and that she wasn't going to want to make a go at it. But that was not the case at all.
She told me that she really loved me, more than any other man she'd ever met in her life, and she was going to try her hardest.
The next night, she told me that she wanted me to tie her up. I had never even thought of doing anything like that to her, but she wanted it, and more than anything else, all I wanted to do was please her. I used this thick cord and tied her hands to the bedposts. Then, she started to tell me what she wanted me to do.
She wanted her flesh pinched and slapped and abused. She wanted me to eat her ass and fuck her ass, and though I started to do certain things, whenever I would stop and ask her if I was doing it all right, she looked upset.
"You have to take control," she said. "Don't keep asking me. Do what you want to do. Beat me. Fuck me hard. Just take control."
I did eat her ass and I started to fuck her ass, but when she groaned, I stopped.
She asked why, and when I told her that I thought I was hurting her, she laughed a little bit, and said that if I was hurting her, she would let me know. I started to fuck her ass all over again, but didn't display the kind of masterful power over her that she wanted me to.
I slapped her a few times, but didn't put much into it. I kept thinking about what Aunt Jenny had told me, about my father and what an evil man he had been, about how he used to beat my mother and all of that.
I kept thinking that it would be wrong to do that, even if my wife did want it. It would still be wrong to do it.
So you see, up until last week, Doctor, my sex life was horrible. I would try to be the dominant man that my wife was looking for but it seemed to me like I was never going to be able to succeed. The night before I came to see you the last time, she had told me to tie her up again.
Then she said that she had a whip under the bed, and she wanted me to use it on her body. I got it and it just seemed to feel so funny in my hand. When I pulled my hand back and tried to lash it out at her, I just couldn't put enough into it. The leather seemed to kiss her flesh lightly.
You could hardly even hear it making a sound as it cracked against her and she kept telling me to do it so she could feel it, so she could hear it.
In the end, when I broke down in tears, she told me to untie her. She rolled over and went to sleep, and so, you see, that was all on my mind the last time when I came to see you. I was trying as hard as I could to be the man that she wanted, but I just had the feeling that I wasn't meeting up to her standards.
When I went home after seeing you the last time, my wife wanted to know all about what I'd told you. Now, I had never told Amy anything about what had happened between me and my aunt, though I'm sure she suspected.
When I told her, mainly because she seemed to be mentally stronger than I was, she didn't even seem to be upset.
"That witch," she said to me. "I knew it all had to do with her. She took a young mind and molded it to the way she wanted it to be."
And Amy came up with the idea. She told me all about it, but I didn't know if I could do it. She said it would be the only way.
We invited my Aunt Jenny over for dinner. She's in her early forties, and she is still one hot looking lady. When she walked in, she started to command me around the way that she used to, and all I had to do was take one look at Amy to know that I was not to let her do that to me.
As we were eating, Amy slipped something into my aunt's drink. I could see the way she started to get all groggy, and soon, she was out cold.
I carried her into my bedroom and then I stripped off her clothing. After she was naked, I pulled her hands up over her head, and started to tie them to the bedposts. When Amy walked into the room, she threw some water on her face, and my aunt started to come to. She saw the way she was bound, and got upset.
As she started to scream, I looked over at Amy. It was through my wife that I had the strength to tell my aunt to shut her fucking mouth.
"You and your fucking dominating ways have really done a number on me," I said to her, and then as I slapped her, she screamed out something.
"Oh, you're evil, just like your father," she said to me.
That just ticked me off. I had talked with Amy about that before, and she had said to me that the only reason my aunt ever said that was because she didn't like it when a man dominated a woman, the way my father had my mother.
I told her that, too, and I slapped her a few more times.
"He treated my mother like a woman should be treated, so that she knew he was a real man. But you only seem to want wimps, you bitch."
As she started to scream a little bit more, I slid my dick right into her mouth. I started to fuck my aunt's face, like I had never fucked it before. Usually, I would be on my back and she would be sucking me at the rate she wanted it.
As I fucked her face, she looked over and she could see the way my wife was smiling. I heard her groaning about a few things, but had no idea of what she was talking about until later, after I had come in her mouth.
When she started to call Amy evil, I reached for the whip again. I lashed her across her tits, and told her to shut her fucking mouth, after she apologized. She was shocked to hear me say that to her, but I twisted her nipple until she did.
You know something, Doctor? It felt wonderful to be treating her like that, to be treating her the way she had treated so many men. I'd seen her abusing men like that before, and I felt as if I was getting even for all of them, as well as getting even for myself, and the way she had treated me.
When my cock got hard again, I slid down her body and spread her legs as wide as I possibly could. I slammed my hard cock right into her, and started to fuck her the way Amy had wanted me to fuck her.
As I looked over, I could see the way Amy was getting turned on. I had always thought that she would be upset if she knew about me and my aunt, and she wasn't at all. Watching me abusing Aunt Jenny was turning my wife on.
I saw the way she slid her dress up and started to play with her pussy a little bit. She was really wet, and she told me she would save it all for me.
I fucked my aunt until she was begging for me to come. As she did, I slid my lips near her ear and started to whisper-.
"Now you admit that you didn't bring me up right, you fucking bitch. You admit that you're nothing but a ball-busting castrating, frustrated bitch. You're so fucking frustrated because no man ever wanted to marry you."
"No," she was groaning, but I slapped her a few times until she admitted it to me. When she broke into tears, I didn't have any sympathy for her.
I felt sensational as I was coming in her pussy, and I could hear the way she was panting for breath. Her cunt started to spasm hard around me, and it was the very first time I could ever remember her spasming so hard. As my dick began to go limp inside of her, I heard her ha If-whispering, half-moaning something.
"No, Davie, don't take it out of me. Don't. I want it there."
But I did pull out of her, and I did untie her. And in the same commanding tone I told her to get her fucking bitch body dressed and get the hell out of my house.
As she was leaving, Amy did say we would be in touch with her. We did, talk about her a little bit, and I told my wife that I felt bad for her, but not that bad.
"Look at what she did to you, and I'm sure she did the same kind of thing to a lot of men. How can you feel bad for her?"
And I had to agree with Amy, and tell her she was right. My aunt had been a castrating female, and now I was with a female who wanted a total male to dominate her.
I know there are some men out there in the world who look for dominance in a woman, but I'm not one of them. I know now, because that night, Amy and I fucked our brains out, and I was in total control of her. I had her get into any position that I wanted her in, and I was calling all the shots.
At one point, while I was fucking her cunt, I slapped her ass nice and hard, and she was moaning like crazy. As I smashed my hand down each time, I could feel the way her pussy was spasming hard around me.
I came so hard that I thought I was shooting my brains right through my body, right out of my cock. It was the most incredible feeling in the world.
Amy and I talked about it later on, and we did agree that there are a lot of men in this world who like to be dominated. I told her about the bunch of wimps that my aunt used to date when I was little.
And my wife said something about it that made so much sense.
"Well, I'm sure by the time Jenny met them, they were already like that. But she had no right to try and mold you to fit what she wanted, when you were such a young boy at such an impressionable age. No right at all."
CONCLUSION
There is really not so much that I have to ' say about Dave's case, except to agree with his wife. It is unfair for anyone to try and mold such an impressionable young boy into what she wants, to fill her own needs.
Luckily, Dave has a very understanding wife, who was willing to help him analyze his problems, and help him try to over come them. Of course, there was some selfishness in her motives, but that selfishness only has to do with Amy wanting satisfaction from Dave, and in the end, she triumphed.
If you had met Dave during his first interview, and then during his second, you would have noticed the remarkable improvement in his character, and it all has to do with his sexuality, and his coming to grips with his dominant role to fulfill his submissive wife.
I wished him all the luck in the world, and he left, a pleased, happy man.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Mary P. AGE: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Mary is a pretty blonde haired girl, with a refreshing smile. When she came to see me, however, I could tell that she was quite upset, and her smile seemed to be a mask to cover her true feelings. I told her that there was no reason at all for her to put on any kind of an act for me, and then she broke down into tears.
That was not what I expected, and I had to comfort her. As I did, stroking her soft arms, I could not believe how smooth the skin on this lovely girl was. Eventually, she did calm down, and I was able to sit back and take her in.
Mary does not have one of the most fantastic figures I've ever seen, though it seems to me as if she could. She has wonderfully shaped breasts and legs, but her body still seems to be covered with a little bit of baby fat.
After listening to her grueling story, I am convinced that the girl put on this weight as a kind of defense, in the hopes that it will turn men off and try to keep them from ever trying to abuse her again.
I don't understand at all why my mother married that man, and I want you to know that I'm not talking about my father.
My father, you see, was a wonderful man. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life, and perhaps things would have been different for me if he hadn't died. I mean, I still fantasize about him every once in a while, though I never did anything like that when he was still alive.
He was tender, too. I know that he was because I saw him once with my mother, when I was younger. At the time, I didn't really understand what he was doing to her. I had gotten up in the middle of the night to get some milk and cookies, and as I was passing by the living room, I could see a candle burning.
You might think this is some kind of a romantic picture that I have in mind, and it is.
As I said, I don't have such a complete memory of it, but there is one in mind that I'll never forget, and never try to forget.
The candle light added such beauty to what was going on. My blonde-haired mother was lying back on the sofa, naked. It was one of the first times I had ever seen her body looking like that. I mean, I had seen her naked a few times, and she was really pretty, but this time, her body seemed more full, more lovely.
Her breasts were covered with a light coat of sweat, and they were heaving up and down. I could see the way her nipples seemed to be longer and thicker than they'd ever looked before, and then I saw her moving her hands down.
My father's head was between her legs. He was a beautiful man, with curly blond hair and light blue eyes. I could almost see the look of lust in his eyes as he looked up at her, while he was eating her.
See, I know that now. I know that he was eating her, though at the time, I really didn't know what he was doing with his head between her legs.
I could hear a kind of lapping and slurping sound, and my mother was moaning so peacefully, massaging his hair at the same time.
Soon, he started to lick his way up her body.
Now I had seen him naked, too, and always adored the way he looked. I was very young, but there was still some kind of attraction that I felt for his body. When I saw the way his cock wasn't in its usual limp state, I was amazed. It looked so much more beautiful that time, hard, and sticking straight out.
He was rubbing it against my mother's thigh, and then he started to stand up a little bit more, so that his hard penis was at the level of her mouth. She opened her mouth and began to kiss the head of his cock a little bit, and I could hear the way he was moaning so softly as she did it.
"Oh baby, you're the best. You know that I love you more than I'll ever love any other woman. You know that. I'll always love you."
My mother seemed to be making such tender love to his penis, as if it was the most prized part of his body. I loved the way she looked as she was flicking her tongue along the underside of it, and then sucking his two balls into her mouth.
At that time, I didn't really know about sex, but I was thinking that what they were doing had to be the most beautiful thing that could happen between a man and a woman. After all, they seemed to be turning each other on so much, and their bodies were shuddering and shaking every so often, with each quick flick of a tongue.
My mother started to slide her lips all the way down his cock shaft soon enough, and his strong hairy chest was soon glistening even more with sweat. In the flickering light of the candles, it looked so lovely.
Eventually, he pulled out of her mouth, and as he was sliding down her body, I noticed the way he was thrusting forward a little bit so that his cock was rubbing over her chest. My mother moaned louder as his cock head seemed to brush over her nipple, and he continued to move down, until he was putting it between her legs.
Both of them started to moan together. I saw the way he pushed her down so she was lying flat on the couch, and then I snuck into the room a little bit more so that I could see them. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
She was running her hands up and down his naked back, and the part of him that seemed to be moving the most was his ass, up and down, up and down. Of course, it was because he was thrusting his cock in and out of her.
I could hear the way they were moaning about how much they loved each other, and though I was too young to get physically turned on, I wasn't too young to get mentally turned on. What I mean to say is that I loved the sight of what they were doing, and loved the way they seemed to feel about it.
Therefore, I was able to surmise that what they were doing was beautiful, that there was something about it that seemed to bring them together as one. My father kissed her hard on the lips at certain points, and though I had seen him kissing her hard before, it was so different that time.
He was ramming his tongue into her mouth, almost as if their mouths were not two separate mouths, but one mouth. Then, he licked his way down her neck, and moved his mouth to her breast. I saw him sucking her stiff pink nipple between his lips, and I didn't know it at the time, but his tongue was flicking it back and forth.
I could see it later, when he stuck his tongue out from between his lips.
Now before I go on, I just want to explain something to you. The reason I have such a romantic view of what they were doing, was because it was not only beautiful to look at, but it was also the closest that I ever saw the two of them together.
It seemed to be the ultimate expression of the love that they had for each other, and if their actual body movements wouldn't have let me know that, then what they were saying to each other as they moved together, did let me know.
He told her how he was never going to leave her, and how she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. She laughed about that, and asked him where he thought he could ever go to, where she wouldn't be able to find him.
She told him that she loved him so much, she would never think of letting him go.
The whole time, he was sliding his cock in and out of her, so gracefully, so lovingly, so wonderfully. I could sometimes hear a sound of flesh slapping against flesh, but it was a light kind of slapping, nothing like I would hear later on when she married that other fucking bastard.
What they had between them was a kind of tenderness that two people head over heels in love with each other have for each other.
Mother started to run her hands down the curve of his back, where his buttocks began to curve outwards, and I thought that it looked so hot.
She was soon squeezing his ass cheeks, and then I could hear the way he was starting to moan louder. She was whispering in his ear, but it wasn't low enough because I could hear it, and I'm glad that I did.
"Oh yes, darling. I can feel you throbbing. I can feel you in control of me. Now I want to feel you exploding inside of me. I want to feel that."
"Now?" he started to ask her, as he was brushing his lips against her cheek, and she was shaking her head and licking her lips.
"Yes, darling, now. Now. I want to feel it now. Yes, I can feel it."
I didn't really understand what was happening then, but years later, when I learned a little bit more about sex, and thought back to that night, I realized that he was starting to come inside of her at that moment.
He kept sliding his cock in and out of her as he was coming, and her hands were moving up and down his back in a much more furious, frentic state. She even pinched at his flesh a little bit, but I know that she wasn't hurting him. I know that they were both loving what was happening.
As my Daddy thrust deep inside of her at one point, I saw the way my mother locked her legs tightly around his buttocks. He seemed to be content to rest inside of her and on top of her, and he was still brushing his lips gently against her cheek and neck as I slipped out of the room.
I didn't even bother to go into the kitchen. I had forgotten, in fact, why I had even come downstairs. I was just so mesmerized by what I had seen, that I went back up to my room and thought about it for a long time. I couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful it had been, and about how much they loved each other and how much they loved me. Believe me, we were one big happy family, and that was no cliche.
I knew then, when I was about fourteen or so and we went on vacation, that when they told me to go out to the beach and they would be out soon, they were staying in a little while longer to make love to each other. I didn't even feel the need to stay and watch it, though I did understand more about it at that age.
I was still a virgin and all, but my friends and I would talk about sex all the time, and once I knew what sex was all about, I was able to flash back on that night when I had seen them. That time, when we were on vacation at the beach, I can remember lying out in the sun, with the sun's heated rays beating down against my body. I was thinking a little bit about what they were doing in their room, and thoughts of it were really making my whole body start to tingle.
I knew that he was probably eating her again, and that he would soon be thrusting it into her, too. I knew that he would be making love to her, and not just fucking her, because in my mind, there was a difference already.
In my mind, fucking was a mere physical act, but making love was a mental as well as a physical act, and their mental vibes seemed to be together.
That vacation was a bit of a turning point for me. We had rented a house on the beach for two straight weeks, and as I got tanner and my hair got lighter, I thought that I was starting to look really hot.
The third day of vacation, I noticed the handsome black-haired boy who seemed to have been on the beach every day since I'd been there. That third day was the day when I was out on the beach all alone, thinking about themm making love. I know that thoughts of their two heated bodies together, as one, were making my nipples stiffen under my bikini top, and also my pussy was getting wetter.
It wasn't until I heard a kind of movement sometime later, that I realized someone had to be watching me. I had my legs clenched together, because when they were like that, my pussy felt so much better. I opened my eyes quickly, and saw that handsome black haired boy looking right down at me.
I was a little bit embarrassed, thinking that he might have known what was going on in my mind, and wondered if he could see the flushed color rushing through my face and body. I was tan, and supposed that red blushing didn't show under a tan.
"I'm Robert," he said to me, and he had such a nice grin.
"I'm Mary," I told him, as I was sitting up. As I did, there was more room on my blanket, and he just decided to sit right down.
It did make me kind of happy, for as I said, he was handsome. And when his arm brushed against my back, be it accidentally or intentionally (I didn't really care) I felt a nice kind of heat rushing through me.
"I've seen you here a lot," he said to me. "The last few days."
"Yes. We're renting that house right over there. And you?"
"We have that one over there. We don't rent it. We own it."
"Oh? You live here all year round then. That must be nice."
"It is. It really is. I know all the fun spots to go to at night, too. There's a great disco on the way to town, and there's a carnival that's going to be opening in town later tonight. It's the first night."
"It sounds terrific," I said to him. "I'd love to see it."
"Would you like to go with me tonight?" he asked me. "I was going to go by myself, but I sure would like you to come with me."
"I'd love it," I said to him. "I really would love it."
"Great. Tell you what. I'll pick you up at eight. That house. Right?"
"Right," I said, and he was already standing and grinning. It was then that I noticed something. He was wearing a bathing suit, and it was not hard to tell that he was. Hard, I mean.
He ran off, seeming to be a little bit embarrassed, but happy about our date. I was pretty happy about it, too, until a few seconds later, I heard my Daddy's voice.
"Who was that, Mary?" he asked me, for he was just walking out of the house and must have seen Robert as he was talking to me, and then leaving.
I told him all about the boy, and he seemed to think that it was good, until the moment when I mentioned that I had a date with him. By that time, my mother had come out, too, and I noticed that although she was as tan as I was, her body seemed to have a kind of glow to it. A glow that was still lingering.
"I don't know if I'm so happy about that," he said to me. "I really don't."
"About what?" my mother wanted to know.
"Mary has a date tonight with one of the local boys. He seems like a nice enough boy, but you never know with these hick boys."
"Richard, stop that," my mother said. "Mary's not that kind of a girl."
"Still and all, I think that we should have a talk with her," my father said to my mother, and that was the very first time they ever talked to me about sex.
As I said, I was fourteen, and my father explained sex in a lovely way. He didn't get crude or anything. He did tell me about the man entering the woman and all, and he said that it was a beautiful thing, when two people were in love with each other.
"However, there are some boys who'll do almost anything to get a girl," he said to me. "And there are those girls who will willingly submit. Then they'll fall in love with the boy, and he'll break her heart. I just don't want that to happen to you, Mary. I want you to be really happy. Believe me. I really do."
I kept thinking about something as he was talking then.
I kept thinking that I would never let any boy get me before I would let my Daddy have me. He was such a handsome, sweet, loving man, and I assured him that afternoon on the beach that nothing would happen. He knew that I was a very sensible girl, and he took my word for it. I could tell that both he and my mom were proud of me that day, and also that night as I got ready for my first date.
Mother helped me dress, and helped me do my hair, and I must admit that as well as looking beautiful, I felt beautiful.
When Robert came to call on me, I could tell that he was very impressed. He seemed to be so happy with the way I looked. He slipped his arm through mine, and led me to his car, and soon, we were at the carnival.
He did try some things that night. We went in the tunnel of love, and at first I felt his hand on my shoulder, and that felt nice. Then, he started to slide his hand down my shoulder, until he was cupping my breast. His fingers seemed to know just where they were going, and as he started to pinch one of my nipples, I could feel the way my whole body began to tingle like crazy.
My pussy was even getting wetter, and it was easy for Robert to figure out that I was getting aroused, that my nipple was now stiff. Still, I leaned over, and as I kissed him gently on the cheek, I told him.
"Robert, I think you're very nice, and what you're doing feels very nice. But I'm a virgin, and I'm really not ready to do what you want. Believe me, I'm not."
"I understand, Mary, and I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."
We went on almost every ride at the carnival, and I didn't push his hand away from my tit when we were on the ferris wheel, either.
It was feeling really nice, and the tingling sexual sensation that was running through my body was making me feel better than I'd ever felt. It added to the rushing excitement that you get when you go on those rides.
We went out for a late night snack, and then as he was driving me home, he just came right out and said that he wanted to make love to me. Once again, I explained that I really wasn't ready to do it.
"Have you ever had a man touch you, or have you ever touched a man?" he asked.
When I told him no, he asked me if I had ever wanted to, and there was no way that I could lie to him and tell him no, because ever since I had seen my parents when I was younger, that was one thing I couldn't stop thinking about.
It was my idea for us to pull over, and I let him pull my skirt up and then pull my panties down. I let him slide his fingers over my cunt lips, and as he did, I could feel the warmth of them making my juices flow more. He started to slide his fingers into me, and he told me all about my clit, and how it was like a little cock for me.
It was an incredible feeling. Robert started to wiggle my clit back and forth, and as he did, he was pulling his cock out of his pants. For a few seconds, I got scared and thought that he was going to try and rape me, but he was too gentle a young man to do anything like that. He just wanted me to feel a cock.
I'm glad that he was being so nice and gentle, too, and I'm glad that he let me feel my first cock, ever. It felt so silky, that cock skin and all, and as I was sliding my hand up and down his shaft, and he throbbed a little bit, I loved it. I thought that the throbbing was such an incredible feeling.
Each time he throbbed, I could hear him letting out a panting moan.
There was a moment when I slid my hand from the base of that velvety feeling cock shaft, all the way to the head. I saw these drops at the slit of his cock, and as I rubbed them all over the thick head, he moaned even louder.
"Jerk me off," he said to me. "Jerk me off, and I'll make you come."
I sat there sliding my hand up and down his :ock, as he was sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy. He seemed to know just what to do to my clit, in order to turn me on and make my juices flow, and he was making my juices flow like crazy.
There was one moment when I started to come rather hard, and he had to feel the way my cunt walls started to spasm around his probing fingers. His cock throbbed even harder when that happened, and then I saw the cream shooting out.
I slid my finger to the side as the cream was shooting out, and I could see the total look of lust on Robert's face. He moved his lips to mine and kissed me harder than any boy had ever kissed me before.
That really added to the pleasure that I was feeling, as if it was doubling or even tripling all the pleasure, and from the way his cock kept throbbing, I knew that he was really feeling good about it.
When we were finished, he used his handkerchief to wipe all the cream away, and then he waited until we were both dressed. As he dropped me off in front of my house that night, I told him that perhaps, by the end of next week, I'd be ready to go all the way with him, and that seemed to please him.
I probably would have let it happen with him, too, even though my father had warned me a little bit. I would have let it happen with him because he was the most tender, gentle boy I'd ever met in my life.
But before the two weeks were up, Daddy died. It's a night that I'll never forget. He decided to go out for a late night swim and I walked out on the beach with him.
I dove into the water and started to swim out. All of a sudden, when he was about twenty yards off shore, I heard him screaming out.
"Mary, help. I have a cramp in my leg. Help me, honey. I can't move my leg. I can't keep floating. Baby, help me."
I was a terrific swimmer, and I dove into the water, with all my clothes on. I tried to swim toward him, but it was so dark and I couldn't really see a thing. I swam a few yards, then surfaced to try and listen to him so I could know where his voice was coming from, but by that time, there was no voice any longer.
"Daddy!" I started to scream out. "Daddy! Where are you? Where are you?"
I was screaming so loud, that some of the neighbors from the other houses were running out. I could see a large spotlight being shined out in my direction, and I was screaming out toward the shore, to let them know what was happening.
Daddy never surfaced again. The police, in fact, had to drag me out of the water because I kept trying to find him, and was acting crazy, like I wasn't going to get out of the water until I saved my Daddy.
But it was too late. They did pull me out, and I ran to my mother's arms. We started to comfort each other, because although we didn't want to admit it, we both knew that there was no way he had survived this.
They wouldn't even let me see the body the next morning when it was washed up on shore, even though I wanted to. And we packed that day to go back home so that we could start to arrange the funeral. I never did see Robert again.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Mary came to see me, I was shocked to see that she had a black eye. Though she refused to tell me where she had gotten it from, there was no doubt in my mind that her step-father had hit her. Eventually, she did come out and admit it, though she wouldn't say anything right away.
She seemed to be somewhat dazed, and I was surprised by something else. She told me that her mother, who had recommended that she come talk to me, had given her a valium before she came to see me, because the woman now understood what had been going on, and knew that it would be best for Mary to talk about it.
She was dressed in a pleasant looking blouse and a pair of jeans.
I really don't think that I ever got over my father's death. I always felt that I was a little bit responsible for it, and no matter how many people tried to tell me differently, I just couldn't believe them. I had to believe what I knew in my heart, had to believe that if I had gotten there just a little bit sooner, I would have been able to save him before he drowned.
Mother was the one who tried to help me overcome this guilt. She even sent me to another psychiatrist, but I eventually told the man that I no longer felt guilty, only because I didn't like him at all. He wasn't kind like you are, Doctor.
I didn't want to see him, so I acted like I was better.
As far as sex went after that, I hardly ever thought about it. I mean, I would dream about my Daddy making love to my mother, but I never let the dreams go too far.
See, if I did, then I would start to think about how I might have saved him and all, and that would make me burst into tears again.
That happened, as I said, when I was fourteen. I kept going to school, but most of my friends noticed the change in me. They tried to help me at first, but I could tell that they were losing interest. It was all my fault. I know that now. I was becoming more and more of a loner, not wanting to talk with any of them, and though most of them tried, there was only so much they could do before starting to realize that it was kind of hopeless, and I'd have to help myself.
Mother grieved for about three years, too. We would usually bask in each other's sorrow, until one night, my Aunt Jackie came over to visit. Jackie was my Daddy's brother, and she was a wonderful woman.
"Ellen," she told my mother, "you can't throw your whole life away because he's dead. Believe me. I loved him as much as you did, if not more. But I carried on and you have to, also. You must. It's imperative."
"I don't know what to do with myself," my mother groaned.
"You have to go out and start dating other men. That's all there is to it. You're young, and you can't leave little Mary without a father. Besides, when she's a few years older, she'll be going away to school, leaving you alone. I'm sure you don't want to end up being left alone, do you?"
Of course, my mother didn't, but she still didn't start dating right away. Aunt Jackie was persistent. She told my mother that there was a man she worked with, named Sam, and she was going to arrange a date between them She said that he was a" handsome blond man, who reminded her a lot of my Daddy.
I guess that's the reason why my mother was so taken with him. I did notice a little bit of a physical resemblance the first time he came over, but physical was as far as it went. I really didn't want to get to know him that well, and made it obvious by giving him the cold shoulder and all.
But mother was taken with him. She started to date him more and more often, and I must admit that he did bring a kind of life back to her, a kind of life that had been lost when my father died.
I wasn't too surprised, though I was still shocked and upset, when six months later, she told me that she was going to marry him.
"Please understand, that I do love him. I'll never love him as much as I loved your father, but I do need someone. You have to understand. Jackie was right. You'll be going to college in a year or two, and then what will happen to me?"
"I won't go away to college, if you want me to stay home."
"No," she said. "I want you to do what you want. I don't want you to live your life for me. You have your own life."
Their wedding was, perhaps, one of the unhappiest days of my life. When the preacher asked if there was anyone who had any reason why this marriage shouldn't take place, I wanted to scream out, but controlled myself.
They went away on a honeymoon, and I stayed with my aunt. When they came back, I noticed something right away about my mother. The kind of life that she used to have before she'd married him was suddenly gone. I blamed him for that right away, but there was no way of my knowing exactly what was going on between them.
Then one night, when I was seventeen, I heard the way he was making love to her.
I really do mean to say that I just heard it. I didn't want to look and see what he was doing. I could hear loud slapping sounds, of flesh against flesh, and I could hear the way he was cursing at her and calling her a bitch.
When she groaned a little bit, she was slapped again.
"Now I'm going to take your ass, baby," he said to her.
"No. I told you that I don't want you to take me there."
"And I told you that you're my fucking wife and your goddamn purpose in life is to serve me. Do you fucking understand that, you cunt?"
I don't know what happened then, because I moved away. But a few weeks later, I did see him taking her. The bedroom door was slightly ajar. I had just come home from a meeting at school, and it was pretty late.
I looked into the room when I heard the flesh slapping sound, and I could see the way that he was on top of her. She was lying on her stomach, and her hands were raised up over her head. I didn't notice for a long time, that she was bound to the bed. It wasn't until he started to pull out of her pussy, that I saw it.
His cock was enormous looking, with all kinds of veins running through it. It was reddish in color, as opposed to the golden cock that my father had had. There was just something menacing and so ugly about the way his dick looked, and I hated it, and hated him even more for it.
"Now I am going to take your ass, bitch," he said to her. "You've never let me do it, but now you have no fucking choice, right?"
I saw him sliding his hands up her arms, and as she tried to pull away, I could see what looked like a thick leather strap around her wrist.
"Yeah, you have no choice, because you're a subservient, submissive bitch, and you have to do what I want. That's the job of a wife. She has to do whatever the hell her husband wants, or else she's going to suffer for it."
I saw him smash his hand down on her ass again, and then he started to move his mouth to her ass. As he pressed his face between her buttocks, I saw the way she tried to thrust herself up and away from him.
I saw him digging his fingers into her buttocks then. He usually kept his nails long, and as he was digging them in, she started to groan a little bit. Soon, I could see some blood on her buttocks, and he didn't stop what he was doing. He just kept digging his nails right into her flesh.
He had to be eating her ass, I'm sure of it, because I've felt it since then. He was driving his tongue in and out of her, but I don't really think he was doing it to try and loosen her up or anything like that. I know that wasn't how he did it with me. He was doing it to try and get her wet inside.
Soon he was sliding his finger in and out of her asshole, and then he was sliding another one in with the first. He started to moan loud as he kept flicking more and more saliva against his penetrating fingers.
Then, he began to slide up her body. She turned her head away, and as she did, he turned his head in the opposite direction, so that he would be able to whisper in her ear. That was when I'm sure he saw me.
Our eyes seemed to make contact for a second, and then I heard him whispering.
"Now you're gonna finally feel a cock in your ass, bitch. You're going to finally feel it, and you're going to love it."
My mother must have pressed her mouth against the pillow, because I could hear the long droning groan that was starting to come from her, coming at the same time that he was thrusting himself into her.
She kept trying to pull away, but there was nothing he could do. Sam wanted to fuck her ass, and he had her tied up.
He slid in and out of her slowly at first, and that seemed to be hurting her enough. But then, when he wanted to, he started to smash himself in and out of her, and I could hear her droning even louder. I could see the way her whole body was trembling underneath his, and his body was sweating a hell of a lot.
He slapped her face a few times as he was fucking her. His flesh seemed to be making such loud contact against her buttocks, and then, I could hear the way he started to scream out real loud, about the way his cock was throbbing hard and he was going to fill her fucking hot asshole with his come.
Mother screamed louder than I'd ever heard her scream then, and he slid his hand over her mouth, and pressed it there hard.
"You want the kid to hear, bitch?" he asked her, and at the same time that he did, he looked over and stared right at me.
It was a sarcastic, cutting remark on his part, because he knew that I was standing right there. He had to have known it the whole time, and yet, he still said that to her as a way of shutting her up a little bit.
Well, Sam was the one to get me, as you can imagine. It happened one night while my mother was out with her girlfriends. It was one of the first nights she had ever gotten away from him since they'd been married.
I was in my room doing my homework when he smashed the door open, and stood there was a huge grin on his face. He walked right over to me and started to stroke my hair gently, but soon he was grabbing it hard.
"Did you like what you saw the other night, bitch? You don't have to tell me that you weren't watching because I saw you. I think it's step-father's turn to show his little girl what it's all about."
He yanked me off the chair, and by holding my hair, he was able to have full control of me. He slapped me hard across the face, and suddenly, I realized something. This man was a brute, and he was ten times stronger than me. There was no way out.
I started to think about Robert for a second, and the way he had made my pussy feel so nice when he had fingered it.
Sam slapped me at that very same moment again. At the same moment when I was thinking about Robert, so that the thoughts and the actual physical contact merged. My mind began to race fast. I thought that this man was going to make me do things, and he was going to be brutal. There was no way out for me, so the only thing for me to really do was to try and find some pleasure in things.
The next time he slapped me, I thought about the touch of his flesh against mine, rather than the stinging pain of the slap.
I let out a low moan, and he seemed to smile a little bit.
"Is this turning you on, bitch?" he asked. "It should be. This is a punishment for letting your father die. I'm beating your little face to punish you."
When he said that, my mind began to make sense of it. I started to think that yes, I did deserve this kind of treatment, and the next time he slapped me, I could feel my pussy tingling in direct response to it.
As he saw my body shaking, he started to push me down to my knees. Then, he pulled my head right up against his hardness, for he was fully dressed, but his dick was rock hard in his pants, and the bulge was quite evident.
Suddenly, Sam pulled his zipper down, and then yanked his cock out. I closed my eyes, and as he rammed it into my mouth, I could almost feel the veins of his dick sliding along my lips, as he slid into my mouth.
"Yeah, a fitting punishment for a bitch who killed her father. A bitch who now has to learn to submit to her step-father, who loves her too."
He started to ram his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel the way my pussy was spasming even more, and I slid my hand down and opened my pants. As Sam saw it, he started to laugh a little bit.
He kept holding onto my hair, and by doing that, he was able to slide my lips back and forth along his cock shaft. When I felt him starting to throb in my mouth a little bit, I got nervous. I thought he was going to come in my throat.
He didn't. But as he pulled back, and his come started to shoot onto my tongue, I could hear the way he was laughing.
"Yeah, you daddy killer, you. You'd better learn to love the way I treat you because I'm going to be around for a long time, and you're not going to kill me."
I started to taste his come, and as he was screaming out for me to love it, I was starting to love it. I could tell that it was turning him on to see that I was such a submissive, easy bitch. He shot all of his come into my mouth, then pulled me to my feel by the hair, and threw me over to my bed.
Within seconds, the pounding weight of his body was on top of mine.
"Yeah, good bitch," he was moaning. "And she already has her pants open for her step-father. At least her step-father will be able to get her, unlike her father who she killed. She killed. She killed. And she has to be punished for it."
I was the one who had opened my pants, so that I could play with my pussy while he was forcing me to suck him off. As he rubbed himself up and down against me, I could feel his exposed, semi-hard cock rubbing near my cunt.
Then he was pushing my blouse up a little bit, and his dick was rubbing over the warm flesh of my belly. It was not long before he started to lift his groin up, and then he aimed his cock right down at my cunt.
He pressed it against my cunt lips, and then rammed it into me.
I could feel a kind of surging pain ripping through me as he was breaking my hymen, and when he sensed that it was happening, and I wss squirming, he started to say things about my deserving to feel the pain all over again. He kept talking about the way I had let my father drown.
Believe me, Doctor, I had always felt pretty guilty about it, but it had been quite a while since I'd thought about it. I had Sam on my mind more often than my real father, because Sam was around, and my father was dead.
As he reminded me of that night, it was as if a part of me knew that I should be accepting that pain he was inflicting upon me, because I was guilty. How many years had I even though that way before Mother married him?
I could feel him slamming his cock in and out of my cunt for the longest time. When I started to feel him throbbing, and he was spreading my pussy walls wider than he had before, I thought I was going to pass out.
Sam had to sense that, because he started to slap my face again, this time a little bit lighter than he had been doing it before. He just wanted to make sure that I was conscious during the whole fuck because, as he was saying, I deserved to suffer for what I had done, and I coldn't feel the suffering if I was unconscious.
When he did start to come in me, it came as something of a relief.
I could feel the way his cock throbbed harder and harder, and then he was shooting that come right into my pussy. I felt my pussy spasming around him as he was filling me, and that part didn't feel so bad at all.
Sam pulled out of me right after he had come, and as he slid back up my body, he rammed his blood covered cock into my mouth. He told me that murderous bitches like myself deserved to suck blood, and I did suck it off.
From that night on, Sam would take me whenever the two of us were alone. I really began to expect it, and I did nothing to fight him off.
Because deep down, a part of me knows that he's doing the right thing, that he is punishing me for what I did.
I told you that I saw him fucking my mother's ass, and about three weeks ago, when she went out shopping with some friends and said she'd be out for a few hours, he managed to get me again.
He came into my room, and then he slammed the door closed. He started to pull off his belt, and as he did, and he whipped me, he told me that whipping was for a girl who had murdered her father the way I did.
He ordered me to take off my clothing, and I did. His voice was so commanding, and he did make some comment about how he had already enslaved me.
After I had my clothes off, he pulled me over to him and kissed me hard on the lips. Then, he quickly turned me around and pulled my hands behind my back. As he started to tie them together, he was telling me that murderesses deserved to be bound, and that he was going to really get me this time.
After I was tied, he pushed me onto my bed. I felt like I could hardly move, for I was lying face down with my hands behind my back.
He started to eat my ass. I knew that he was going to fuck my ass without even having him come out and say it, because I had seen him doing it to my mother, and he knew that I had. When he slid his fingers into my asshole, I could feel such burning pain, but as I squirmed, he kept telling me it was what I deserved.
Eventually, my ass was filled with his saliva, and he started to pull his thick cock out of his pants. He slid on top of me, and then he aimed his cock down at my asshole and rammed it right into me.
I could feel the way my whole body started to burn. He slid his hand under my body and began to finger my pussy. I was coming, too. I don't even know how I was.
It's just that he has made me believe that I deserve to be punished, and that I deserve to feel pain, so that when I feel pain, it's really my only source of pleasure. As he kept sliding his cock in and out of my asshole, I could feel my pussy starting to spasm so hard, and then I felt my ass spasming around his cock.
He started to come in my asshole soon enough. When he pulled out later, and saw that I wasn't clean, he wiped it all over me, then untied me and told me to clean up.
I had to shower off my own shit, but before I went to the bathroom to do it, he told me that shit was for a murderess like me.
Two nights ago, he really started to abuse me when she was out. He had me on my knees sucking his cock, but he was not content to be in my throat for just a few seconds. Instead, he seemed to want to lodge himself there for longer periods of time, and when I started to choke around him, he started to smash me in the face with his fist.
You can see the result of that, Doctor. You can see my black eye. I did swallow his come then, and I was coming at the same time.
When my mother came home, she wanted to know where I got the black eye from. I tried to lie to her, as he had threatened me, but there was no way that I could. We talked about it in my room, and I let her know everything.
Mother is upset now. She didn't bring it up to his face, but now she has no idea of what she is going to do. She told me that I should talk to you about it, and she wants me to let her know everything that you have to say about it.
I can only tell you this. I still hate Sam, but a part of me is responding to his abuse. I keep thinking that he is giving me what I deserve. I did spend all those years feeling guilty about what happened to my father, and Sam is the one who has been reminding me about it. I feel like I deserve it all.
CONCLUSION
Mary is in a particularly sad situation, and I had a very long talk with her. First of all, I told her that I want her to continue coming to see me, even after this second interview. I told her, too, that she is not guilty of killing her father, and that it was all an accident.
I advised her to get a copy of the police report, because that will confirm any of the doubts that she seems to have.
Also, I told her that Sam is just using that as a means of getting her and abusing her in the sadistic manner he is accustomed to. Right now, he has turned her into a willing slave, and something of a masochist, too. Because she has had so many experiences with him already, all involving her playing a submissive masochist, it's going to take a long time for her to overcome it.
Finally, I told her that she has to get out of that house. Whether she leaves with her mother, or on her own, is up to her mother, though I cannot understand how a woman will willingly stay with a man who has treated her daughter the way Sam has treated Mary. I do expect to hear from Mary's mother, in case there is any doubt in her mind. Sam is a sick, sadistic man, who's already harmed Mary and her mother, and will continue to do so as long as he is around.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Silvie F. AGE: Twenty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Silvie is a young, very pretty, but really somewhat thin girl with straight brownish-blonde hair, and sad looking eyes. I know that she would probably look much prettier if she would only smile, but she seems to be so forlorn.
When she came to see me, it was obvious that she wore no make-up, and had done very little to make herself look good. Her hair was not combed, and the baggy jeans and blouse let me know that she had little concern for her outward appearance.
As she spoke, it was in a soft, whispery, even somewhat seductive voice. When she did smile, once, her face lightened up just a bit, but then her expression was back to how it had been-the look of a little, lost girl.
I really don't know what I'm going to do with myself now, Doctor. I keep thinking that I should become a whore. That it'll teach them a lesson, but then I start to think that they don't even care. Well, perhaps Mother would, more so than Father, but he would talk her out of it.
His dominance would win over her passivity, because it always does. And then she would probably forget about me, probably take all my pictures down.
I can laugh about it only when it comes to this. I think that they'll be losing their little slave girl, and Mother will have to start taking care of the children herself. Shell no longer have me.
I was born in Germany, and came to the United States with my father and my step-mother. You see, my real mother had run off with some man, when I was about three, and Father knew that there was no reason to stay married to her. Even if she came back, he would never take her, and so he divorced her.
Then he met my step-mother. I'll probably refer to her as Mother every so often, only because she trained me to do it that way. She tells me that I'm like her own daughter, though you never would know it by the way I'm treated.
Anyway, Father met Mother shortly after my real mother had run off, and I also believe that was one of the reasons why he wanted to get a divorce. The three of us came to the United State when I was four, and Mother was already pregnant at that time. She seemed to be so thrilled about her baby, and Father was concerned that she should be treated with all respect and be catered to, during the ride on the ship here.
I was not allowed to leave the cabin at any time, except when he was there. Once, I did look through and see what he was doing to her. As he stood in front of her, and she was sitting up on the lower bunk, he was rubbing his hard cock against her mouth. Mother was opening her mouth, dutifully, to take him in, and he had both of his hands on her belly, rubbing her gently.
"Oh, my beautiful Helga. Soon we will have another child."
My mother satsifed him this way, sliding her lips up and down his shaft, even letting him unbutton her blouse so he could massage her enlarged breasts and belly.
He pulled it out of her mouth and slid his hand up and down it, just as the white cream was beginning to shoot out of the slit. Then Father was rubbing his cock all over her face and cheeks, and she was moving her face around so he could smear it all over. She had her lips open, and was moaning.
But as for the rest of the time, Father was out around the ship, enjoying himself and going where he wanted to go, while I had to stay in the room with Mother, in case she should want anything. Should she have a craving for something, I had to run down to the kitchen and get it for her.
Only the best of treatment for Mother. I was five when the baby was born, and at that time, I felt like I became a little mother. It was not Mother who had to get up for the morning feeding. It was I. It was not Mother who had to get up to change the babies diapers when he was wet. I did that, too.
Aside from that, I would have to clean the house, dusting and vacuuming and also waxing the kitchen floors. Mother did make dinner every once in a while, when she felt up to it, but if she did not, for the day, I had to.
Being able to go to school then, was something of a relief for me. I wanted to get out of the house so badly, that those few morning hours when I first went to kindergarten were a pleasant escape for me. I cherished them.
For when I returned home once again, I had to do the chores. I had to clean the silverware drawer, polishing every piece as I took them out, then waxing the inside of the drawer before replacing them. I had to polish Father's boots, so that they would be shiny when he went to work the next morning.
Mother and Father, I should tell you, had an active sex life.
I knew it because I could usually hear them. He was very loud when it came to letting out his low-toned bellowing moans, and though she seemed to sometimes try to hold back hers, she usually did let them out.
I did see them a few times, as he was thrusting in and out of her, and though it tended to fascinate me, I never had enough time to really watch. There was always too much to do, so that by the end of the day, I was exhausted.
If I hadn't of seen them, or even heard them, I still would have known what was going on, because Mother was pregnant again, only months after Jeffrey was born. Though everyone seemed to be thrilled about the child, I was not. I knew that although Mother took the praise, when it came to raising him, I was doing it, and I would have to raise the next child, too.
By the time I was twelve, and starting to go through puberty, starting to develop as a young woman, I felt like I had raised two children. True, Jeffrey was seven and Kevin was five, but I had raised them, and Mother had not.
They clung to me as a child would cling to his mother (except I never clung to Mother that way, meaning of course, my step-mother), and I knew that it made her angry. When they would come home from school and I was home, they would run to me first and start to hug me, and I'd see the look on her face, in her eyes. It was hate.
It was bound to happen, too. I never did have much privacy. But as I was developing I was starting to feel these urges. One morning, after Father had left for work and the children were off to school, I went to the bathroom. As I started to pee, I could feel this tingling between my legs.
The bush between my legs had started to grow in, thick.
I slid my hand down between my legs and started to rub my fingers over my lips. I could feel the tingling getting even stonger, and my lips began to get wetter. My finger slid between them, and I saw the little red button. I didn't know very much about the inner workings of a woman, but I did begin to explore.
As I wiggled it back and forth, it seemed to get stiffer, just a little bit, and then I could feel myself spasming. I started to moan, perhaps a little too loud. But I could not control myself.
Doctor, for a girl who had felt very little pleasure in her life, except the pleasure of a slave, this was incredible.
I closed my eyes and started to see colors shooting, and then there was this flashing. It was incredible. My skin seemed to tingle all over my body, and I knew that my nipples were stiff in my bra.
I kept sliding my fingers in and out of myself, until I heard a voice. She had opened the bathroom door, which did not have a lock on it to begin with, and she was sticking her head in and screaming. She called me a slut, and said that I was nothing but a pig for doing what I was doing.
One of her hands pulled my hand away, and the other one started to slap it hard. I pulled my hand away from her, and screamed. I told her that she had no right to treat me this way, as she was not even my real mother.
It was the first time I had ever screamed about anything like that. She slapped me across the face, and told me never to say it again. She said she was going to tell my father all about what a little pig I had been, and that when he got home that night he was going to take the belt to me and whip me.
It did not happen that way, though I lived with the threat of it all day, terrified that every time the door opened, it was Father, and she would tell him.
Later that night, I did pass by their bedroom. The door was ajar. I could see Mother sitting there, and she was asking him what to do. He was facing her, and scratching his golden hair. He started to tell her that it seemed to be the natural thing for a girl my age to do. That girls my age had to be curious about it. He said something about noticing the growth of my tits.
She was still furious, but luckily, his reason won out. Suddenly, I saw the way he started to rub himself. At first, Mother tried to look away, as if she was not at all interested, but Father grabbed her by her hair. He didn't pull it too hard.
All he had to do was really touch her, and I could see her shoulders jump just a little bit. He started to tell her that, as a good wife, it was her duty to do that for him. That when he wanted it, she had to do it. He told her that he didn't want her to have to take off all her clothing. He was doing her a favor by making her take it in her mouth. Besides, he knew that she liked the taste.
He stood there and folded his arms across his chest. When he spoke, I could see the way she moved, obeying his almost every command. He told her to open his pants and she did just that. I saw her reach in, and have to even put her hand in there to readjust his cock, so she could pull it out.
She opened her mouth and started to slide her lips down the shaft. This time, both children were already sleeping, and they were old enough to sleep through the night. I could not take my eyes off of what I was seeing.
I saw the way she slid her lips all the way down his shaft, and held him there.
His light blue eyes were looking down at her, and I could see the smile on his face when she was making those gagging sounds around him.
"Yah, this is the way a good wife should be," he said. "You know that I could hold your head, but it pleases me more to see the way that you can take it down and hold it until I tell you that you can pull back.
"I am sure that you can feel the way it throbs faster this time. And if that is the case, I will be coming sooner, and you shall be able to swallow it."
It was different from how it had been that time on the ship. I knew that he was going to shoot his white cream into her mouth, and it was expected of her to swallow it. The fact that his hands were just folded across his chest, and she was looking down at him, made it seem like he was a giant towering over her.
Mother slid her hand to his shaft at one point, and touched it lightly. He let her do it for only a few seconds, and then his hand moved down to hers and he seemed to be squeezing her wrist, gently at first, then harder until she pulled her hand away.
He commanded her to take it all the way down again, and I could see her sliding her lips, until she was gagging around him.
He closed his eyes then and started to lick his lips. I wondered about what he was thinking. I wondered if he was thinking of making love to her, and thought it strange that he had to think about something, instead of just enjoying the feeling of her mouth around him. But maybe that wasn't good enough, I wondered.
Father was moaning much louder then, and I could hear the way Mother was gasping. He did open his eyes then and look down, as she seemed to be looking up. He was still deep in her throat, and Mother seemed to be waiting for Father to give her the word.
You know, to let her know that she could pull her head back.
I think that he was waiting until the very last minute, and when he finally told her that she could, I know she heaved a sigh of relief. Of course, he didn't mean that she could pull her mouth back all the way. She had to still keep him between her lips, and as he moaned louder, I imagined that he was coming in her mouth.
Just then, I thought I heard Kevin, so I ran to his room. It was nothing. He was just having a bad dream, but I did stop to think about something. Mother hadn't even come to see what was wrong, and she had to have heard him.
It was expected of me that I would do it, and I did.
A perfectly trained slave, don't you think? Just as I was leaving my little brother's room, Mother stepped out of her room. She gave me a look, that I don't really understand.
I mean, it was almost as if she was upset that I had gotten there first. But she had waited for the longest time, and had I not run in there to hold Kevin, his screaming would have gotten worse and worse.
That night, I could feel such a longing between my legs. I kept thinking about the way my father had stood there, ordering her to do things. Most of the times, though, his orders were not even verbal. They came in the guise of a nod, or perhaps one word or so. I thought about his cock, too.
I knew that his cock was what he slipped between my mother's legs, and I thought about my fingers again. I slid them down between my legs and pulled my nightie up, then started to stroke myself. Before I went too far, I sat up in bed. I listened as attentively, just to make sure that there were no sounds coming from their room.
I could picture her opening my bedroom door at a crucial moment.
But there were no sounds, and I just assumed they were sleeping.
I imagined that my fingers were my father's cock, and as I slid them in and out of my cunt, I began to tingle. I loved the way that it felt so much, and thought about how I would like to serve a man.
I moved my other hand to my mouth, and started to lick my fingers. Then I sucked about three or four of them into my mouth at once, and as I was sliding my tongue back and forth, I liked the way they tasted.
At one point, I took the fingers that were sliding in and out of my cunt and moved them to my mouth. Then, I used my other hand on my cunt. I tasted my own juices and I liked the way that they tasted. Some part of me thought that men and women really couldn't taste too much different.
I continued to play with myself for the longest time, sliding my fingers into my cunt and getting them wet, and then I would move those wet fingers to my mouth. It felt so wonderful, that I must have gone on for hours.
Eventually, I worked myself into an exhaustion. In fact, I was surprised that I was really at it as long as I was, for one of my normal days was so tiring, that sleep was not something I just did, it was something I needed.
From that point on in my life, I would try to masturbate almost every single night before I went to sleep. Of course, because I spent some time doing that, minutes that could sometimes stretch into hours, I was getting less sleep. I would wake up at the same time in the morning, feeling more tired than ever.
Mother began to notice that, and she would yell and me, and tell me that I was lazy. She did have one thing that she would often say, and I hated her for it.
"We give you everything that a girl could want. A good home. A roof over your head and meals. And we give you love. And yet, you do not even show it. You are aningrate, Silvie, and one day you will pay for that."
I never tried to yell back and tell her that she wasn't even my real mother, because I had done that once before, with a slapping blow being the result. I usually just held back my anger, and found my solace in my fingers.
That was the only enjoyment I had for a long, long period of time.
When I was about eighteen, Jeff was just turning thirteen. He had gone through the impossible eleven and twelve-year-old stage, and at that time in his life, Mother was turning all of her attention to Kevin.
She thought that Kevin was much more handsome, and he was not a brat the way she thought Jeff was. As a result, she didn't seem to mind it when Jeff paid much more attention to me, and clung to me. She still tended to get upset if Kevin did it, because Kevin was hers.
"Remember to take care of your brother, "as he does not seem to want me to take care of him," she would say to me often. "You are to serve him the way you would serve your father, Silvie. Remember that."
I began to have wicked thoughts at night, because I had thought about my father often, using his cock as the thing I'd think my fingers were, when they were sliding in and out of my cunt. I began to think that it would be fun to have Jeff do something like that for me, but I was not serious about it at all.
Believe me, Doctor. I was not at all serious about it. I would never have carried out one of those fantasies by making a move of my own. Never.
One day, Kevin came running home from school. Jeff, he told us, was in the hospital because while he had been playing baseball during recreation, he had tripped and broken his ankle. Mother didn't even seem like she was concerned enough to want to rush out and go there, but I was, so I took her car.
He was really all right, though his foot and ankle were put in a cast. He had to walk on crutches, and I helped him out of the hospital and into the car.
Of course, it became my chore to wait on him hand and foot, because he could not move around. Mother said that I was a good sister to take such good care of my brother, and though it didn't thrill me to do it, I knew that someone had to.
The third day he was home, he started to smell a little bit. I had been giving him sponge baths, from the waist up, but he was starting to really stink. He told me that he thought it would be best to take a bath, and I should wrap his cast in a plastic bag and put a rubber band around it.
I did as he said, and helped him into the bathroom. He closed the door and he started to fill the tub. I could hear him getting in, as I stood outside. I leaned against the door, just waiting for the moment when he would be ready to come out of the bathroom, because he would need help back into his room.
He could not have been in the tub for more than ten minutes when I heard him call to me. I was sure that he would be wrapped in his towel, for he always seemed to be very modest, not wanting me to see him.
As I opened the door, I could see that he was still in the tub.
"No, Silvie," he said to me. "Come in. Come in and close the door behind you. I am going to need your help getting out of the tub."
"But I can leave the door open for that," I said to him.
He was shaking his head no, and he seemed to be so determined about it. I closed the door behind me as I walked into the bathroom. There were some soap suds in the tub, but most of them had already disappeared.
As I started to hold out the towel for him, he was shaking his head no again.
"Come on, Jeffrey. I don't have all day. I have other things to do."
"Mother says that you are to take care of me," he said to her. "That is all there is to it. You are to cater to my needs."
"Yes, I know that. But you must have some understanding."
"I understand that I have a need right now," he said to me, and then, he seemed to move his hand under the water. He looked down at it, and as he did, I could see the swollen head of his penis bobbing there.
He moved his good foot near the plug, under the water, and pulled it out. As he kept looking, and I was looking there too, the water level began to go down, and I could see more and more of his cock.
For a boy of thirteen, it was an incredibly large organ. His body was still not fully grown in height, but it seemed to me that his penis had to be as big as the penis that my father had. He had thick patches of blond hair near his cock, and when he moved his hand away from his balls, I could tell that they were enormous.
"This is my need, sister," he said to me, and suddenly, I felt his hand moving behind my head. He started to pull on my hair a little bit, and then he was pulling my mouth closer to the head of his cock.
As I started to shake my head no, I could hear him moaning softly.
"I will scream for Mother right now, and she will think that you are the one who started all of this. I shall open my mouth and scream for her in a second, if you do not do what I want you to do. I am not kidding, Silvie."
I looked into his face, and could see the earnest expression that he had.
Suddenly, I felt weak. I felt my head moving down, and then my lips were kissing the thick head of his cock. He told me to open my mouth, and when I did, I could feel him pushing my head down even more.
I started to slide my lips up and down his shaft, leaning over into the by now empty tub. I could feel the way he was stroking my hair and my back. He was moaning a little bit, too taking my hand and pulling it up to his boyish chest.
I did like the way his cock tasted, Doctor, which I know is good, because even if I had not liked it, it would not have made any difference to him. He wanted me to take it deep in my mouth, and that was what I had to do.
I played with his balls a little bit, too, feeling their weight, and the texture of the sack that they were contained in. There was some fine blond hairs on that sack, and as I brushed them lightly, he was moaning.
Soon, Jeffrey's cock was beginning to throb in my mouth. I knew, from having seen it that first time on the ship to America, that white cream was going to be shooting right out of it. I knew that I would swallow it, too.
When he started to come, I did pull my head back because I could not bear the thought of it shooting right into my throat. As a result, I could taste his flavor, and realized that it was not the same as mine. I did like it, though. But then I heard him starting to moan softly.
"I am so glad that you like it, sister. Because you are going to have to get used to this, and more."
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Silvie came to see me, she looked a little bit better than she had the first time. At least it seemed as if she had dressed, and was more aware of her appearance, because her clothes seemed to fit her better.
Unfortunately, the main thing that had not changed was the look on her face which really didn't change at all from the look she had the first time.
I did detect that Silvie was wearing the slightest bit of make-up, something she did not have on the first time she came to see me.
Still, my main feeling for this girl was one of pity.
I shall never forget what I felt like when I heard Jeffrey say that to me. I pulled my mouth away from his cock, though he did not care, as he had finished coming by that time, and was already limp.
"Jeffrey, this will never happen again. Do you understand?"
"No," he said. "How can I understand? For it will happen. You will see."
I helped him out of the tub, and he dried himself off and then wrapped the towel around his waist. As we walked down the hall to his room, Mother did pass by and she looked at me, almost as if she knew. But she did not. She would not know for a few more years. Jeffrey would have more time with me.
About three nights later, in the middle of the night, I could hear him calling to me. He started to scream about how his leg was in pain, and how he needed something. I got out of bed fast and ran down to his room.
When I opened the door, he told me to close it. I listened, to make sure that his screams had not gotten Mother up. They rarely did. I think that she slept with ear plugs stuffed in her ears. Or perhaps, ever since the children were babies, and they would wake in the middle of the night, she had programmed herself not, to hear it.
I ran over to him, to see what was wrong, and he just smiled.
"I said that I wanted you, and I do," he said. "Now open your dressing gown and let me see what you look like underneath there."
"I will not," I said to him.
"I shall tell Mother that I was screaming for you all night, as I was in agony. I shall tell her that you didn't come to me. Then you will be whipped."
I couldn't believe that he would he to Mother like that, just to get me in trouble. When he started to smile, it was the smile of a sly dog.
"Why do you try to fight me, Silvie?" he asked. "I am only trying to do things for you that will turn you on. I am not trying to hurt you."
I moved closer to him, and let my arms hang at my side. He slid his hand to the belt of my gown, and as he opened it, he leaned over and pushed it down my shoulders. I just let it slide down my arms and fall to the floor behind me.
He was staring at my naked body for such a long time. He reached behind me and grabbed one of my buttocks, then pulled me over so that he could move his mouth to my breast. I felt his hand cupping and massaging my ass as he started to lick my nipple, and it stiffened in his mouth.
He moaned softly as he sucked me and licked me, and even bit my nipple gently. As he started to lick his way down, he saw the way my pussy was getting wetter.
"You are so responsive," he said to me, smiling and licking at the same time, and I could feel him sucking my lovebutton between his lips. I started to come and began licking my lips, because it did feel nice.
Then I felt his hand reach for one of my limp hanging arms. He guided my hand down his smooth chest, toward his pubic patch. He wrapped my fingers around his shaft and made me jerk it up and down.
I must admit that there was a nice heat to his cock shaft, and his mouth was sending a burning kind of heat through my body, the kind of heat where I didn't seem to mind what was going on too much.
Part of me knew it was wrong. But part of me knew that I was supposed to cater to his every need. It was one of Mother's many orders. And hadn't my whole life been run around my obeying all of Mother's orders?
When Jeffrey began to moan too loud, I had to lean over and whisper to him.
"Sssh. I do not want her to hear. I do not want her to wake up."
"She shall never know," he told me. "She would hate me as much as she already hates you, and I could not live with that."
It was the first time I had ever heard my baby brother come out and tell me that my mother hated me. I wanted to ask him how he knew that she hated me, but I was afraid he would tell me she had told him.
I knew that she had to have told him, and didn't want to hear him saying it.
Instead, I closed my eyes, and felt his tongue flicking back and forth against my insides, so rapidly, somewhat lovingly. In fact, I started to think that this might have been the first kind of love anyone in that family ever displayed for me.
Father tried, but she was so wicked, that she could make him do what she wanted, except for when it came to his cock. Then he was in control.
When he started to throb in my hand, he slid his hand down to mine and squeezed it very hard, so that soon, the throbbing had subsided. After that, he pulled his mouth away from my cunt, and started to smile.
"And now, sister, I want you to sit on me. I would get on top of you, and will get on top of you when my ankle is all right. But for now, this is the way it has to be, and this is the way it will be."
He pulled me right onto the bed, and I just moved, like his doll, something he could control and put into whatever position he wanted.
He spread my legs, so that my pussy was first rubbing against his chest. Then he started to slide me down his body. I felt his cock rubbing over my ass a little bit, and he even pressed it between my. cheeks and started to hold it there, thrusting himself up and down a little bit.
"All right, lift yourself up," he said to me, and when I did, he pushed me down his body just a little bit more, then slid his cock into my slit. His hands grasped both of my hips, and he started to pull me down.
I slid all the way down his cock shaft, and could feel the heat that was starting to blaze through me. He started to guide me up and down his shaft, and as he was doing that, I was licking my lips and moaning softly.
Jeffrey never did try to kiss me, but he did lean over and suck on one of my nipples again. As he did, and it started to throb, it seemed like the inside of my pussy was also starting to throb around his cock.
He seemed to love the way that it felt, and though he moaned softly and thrust a little bit harder, he didn't come for a very long time. When his cock did start to throb inside of me, I just loved the way that it felt.
I thought that he would be coming, because I did remember the way that throbbing had occurred in my mouth. He bit my nipple a little bit harder than he had been doing it before, just as he started to explode.
It was nice. I could feel his hot cream starting to fill my pussy up, and he stopped moving me up and down. I was able to sit all the way down on his cock, and feel him throbbing still as he kept shooting off more and more.
Jeffrey stayed inside of me for a long time after he had come. He closed his eyes and leaned back, and after a few more minutes, I realized that he was sleeping. I climbed off him, and looked at his crotch.
There were wet juices all over his cock and his pubic patch. I slid back into my dressing gown, closed it, then ran down the hall as fast as I could, wanting to get a wet washcloth before Mother had a chance to see that Jeffrey had been doing something, and figure out that he'd done it with me.
I did clean up my brother, who slept through the whole thing. I lifted his cock by the head, and washed it with the warm cloth.
I washed off his pubic patch, and then I had to pull his pajamas back up, and pull the covers up. I went back to the bathroom and cleaned myself out, and then I went to bed, feeling satisfied for the first time in my life.
Now I want you to know that although I kept thinking about what had happened, with very fond memories, I still never started anything. I could not. I would not.
But for the next few years that followed, Jeffrey did take advantage of me whenever he wanted to. All he had to do was call me, and I would run into his room and close the door. I always waited to see what he wanted.
He even carried out his promise. He told me that he would take me one day when I was on my back, and three weeks after he got his cast off, he told me to come to his room that night at midnight. When I did not come there, he walked into my room.
He slapped me once, hard across the face, and told me that I was a bitch for not listening to him, and he would not put up with it.
His very actions reminded me of the way my father used to be. I was told to come with him to his room, and I did follow him.
When I lay on my back, he started to lick my pussy, and as he was doing that, I could feel the way the heat was surging through my body. I started to moan a little bit louder, but he slid his hand to my mouth and I sucked his fingers.
When he entered me, as I lay on my back, I did love it. I just closed my eyes and thought that he was doing all of the thrusting, and all I had to do was concentrate on the pleasures that were running through me.
There were moments when he started to thrust harder, and there were times when he would do it gently. I didn't mind it either way. I just liked the feeling of it inside of me, no matter how it was being done.
His cock started to throb soon after he started to fuck me, and I could feel him slowing down, becasue he did not want to come too soon. I liked the way it felt inside when he slowed down and the throbbing began to subside. Then he started to thrust in and out of me again, at that steady rate.
When he came in me, I really did love how it felt, and luckily for me, he did not fall asleep on top of me. He didn't just fall asleep, either. He got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself, and I followed.
It was not until I was twenty that Kevin was added to our sexplay.
Kevin had just turned thirteen. Jeffrey, by that time, was fifteen, and he was a fine looking young man. I was very shocked when I walked into his room one night after he called me, and Kevin was there.
Both of the boys were sitting their with their cocks hard. They had been talking, and I could hear some of what they were saying. Jeffrey was telling our little brother about how he had taken me when he was thirteen, and how it was time for Kevin to learn about how good a woman could feel.
I was told to get on my knees in front of Kevin, and once again, when I refused to do something, like I had a few times, I was told that Mother would be called. So I did get down on my knees, and I started to suck his penis between my lips.
It didn't take too long. He was a very eager young boy, and as I was flicking my tongue back and forth against the head of his cock, I could feel the way the come started to shoot right out of it.
He slid his hands down to my tits and he started to play with them. When I was finished, Jeffrey told Kevin that next time he would fuck me.
And that was just what happened. Two nights later, I had to go into their room, and I was told to lay back. As Kevin thrust his cock in and out of my cunt, I felt the way Jeffrey was pressing his more manly cock against my lips, until I turned my head, opened my mouth, and he thrust right in.
I started to flick my tongue back and forth against the shaft, and I could feel the other cock working inside of my pussy.
Both of them were rubbing my breasts, and I knew that they were both heated. The room was starting to smell of sex, all over, and I did like the way that smelled. I was inhaling deeply, and the musk odor added to my turn-on.
As they both started to come, we were rubbing each other's bodies.
And that became somewhat of a daily or at least weekly ritual with us. After Jeffrey had worked Kevin into our sexplay, Kevin and I were getting along better during the days. It was almost like it had been back when they were little.
Mother was very jealous of me, and she was treating me with even more hostility than she usually did. Every so often, she would remind me of the fact that I was soon going to be twenty-one and she no longer had to take any responsibility for me. She told me that when I turned twenty-one, she was going to talk my father into throwing me out of the house and letting me make it on my own.
"I will tell him that it will be the only way for you to ever grow up."
"What? I feel like I've been grown-up since I was three. Since I was put in charge of all the work you should have been doing."
"Then it shall be easier for you to make it on your own," she said to me.
But I knew my father loved me, and he would never force me out of the house if he knew that I couldn't make a living yet, and needed the comfort of a home. I was wrong, and I'll always think that the boys might have helped her.
They did seem to love me, but she was their mother, and she sometimes reminded them of that, and of the fact that my real mother was a slut who had run off.
What happened that night was this. I was in Jeffrey's bedroom because he had called me into the room, and I was getting it from both of them. I was on my hands and knees, and Jeffrey was taking me from behind, while Kevin was doing it in my mouth.
I could feel the way my whole body was tingling. They were both playing with my breasts again, and I seemed to think that they were moaning much louder than I had heard them doing it in some time.
Just then, the door was thrown open. . Mother was standing there, and she started to scream about what a slut I was. She started to tell me that I had to be thrown out of the house for being such a pig, and my father came running.
He got a look at what was going on, and he was outraged. I have never seen his face turn such a shade of red like it did that night. I remember that his screams sent out waves that scared me.
I have just turned twenty-one, and no one believes me. My father is going to let her throw me out, and the two boys will not talk up and let them know that they were in charge of everything, because they would get in trouble.
CONCLUSION
I told Silvie that I would try to help her in any way that I can. I let her know that if she wanted me to talk to her father, I would, and try to explain to this man everything that she had said to me. She did think it would help.
Silvie has been the victim of a very strange kind of home, a very disciplined home, and a very prejudiced, evil step-mother.
Her father has to have noticed the way Silvie did almost everything that his wife should have been doing. He has to see reason, and understand that this kind of training can be taken steps further, to the realms of sexuality.
Silvie, in many ways, was only carrying out her mother's direct orders, taking care of the needs of her brothers. Both of them seem to be little devils, who have used and abused their sister as much as possible.
As a result, Silvie is the most passive kind of female you can imagine, and I think that she will be that way for the rest of her life, catering to the whims of almost every man she ever meets. Sexually, this could lead to trouble.
Something that has started at such a young age is very hard to rectify.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Corrine P. AGE: Twenty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Corrine is a stuning girl with long black hair and large eyes. When she came to see me, she told me that she was rather rushed, and was going to have to make it brief. She did let me know that she was also the sister of Jessica, one of the other women interviewed in this book, and I could see the resemblance.
Corrine had a beautiful smile and a nice figure. She's much taller than her sister is, but she has the same bubbling personality.
When Jessica told me that she came to see you, I wanted to know all about it. I thought that it would be such a blast, and she told me you wanted to see more people and so I decided to come in and talk with you.
I never really thought of myself as being a submissive woman, although when I talked with Jessie, I realized that I was. And she really does have a lot to do with it, and it's something I talked with her about.
You see, when Jessie made love with her boyfriend Chas at our house, she doesn't even know that I was watching. I remember the way she sat down on his hard cock, and I really did love the way that it looked.
I'm a few years younger than she is, so you can imagine that I was much younger than she was. I had talked with some of my little friends about men and their cocks and all of that, and I just happened to like the idea of it.
I was one of those little girls who, for some reason, loved to snuggle up on any man's lap. Of course, Daddy was the first one that I could remember, but there were uncles, and other guests who came over to visit.
Maybe I was even cock hungry back then. Maybe it was just something that I was born with, and is now something that I can't control.
I did see my father getting head from my mother once, and it was something that I was telling Jessie about. It was right after she came to see you, and we started to talk. She was already in college by that time, the brain and all of the family, and when I told her, she wanted to know all about it because she had thought that maybe the two of them stopped making it after a certain time.
Daddy was just horny, I guess, and she started to go down on him. I could see how nice it was making him feel, see the way he was sweating and stroking her hair. I loved it, too, when he started to massage her body, because I could see her nipples getting stiffer, and knew that he was making her feel pleasure too.
He started to thrust a little bit, and when his cock began to explode, I knew what was happening, and knew she was sucking it out.
Oh, I didn't tell you. I was no longer a virgin by that time.
I hate to even admit to what age I lost it at. But I have so many visions of cocks in my mind, and had many visions by the time I was in my early teens, that getting one was one of my major preoccupations.
Now of course, with that being the case, you can imagine that it didn't take me too long to get one, because of the way boys are and all. Usually it's the boys who have trouble, because you don't find too many girls willing to put out.
I was not, either. I only wanted to feel one and taste one.
The boy was about fifteen, and I was younger, but I won't tell you how young. I can hardly even remember his name. Shit, if I had to remember the name of every boy whose cock I sucked, it would be impossible. But don't think I'm a slut or anything.
I just wanted to feel the cock, and the boy was willing. Then, when it was out of his pants I wanted to get down on my knees and suck it between my lips, and he was willing for me to do that, also.
I slid my lips up and down that shaft, and aside from loving the way it felt so silky on my lips, I was also loving the taste of it. I was flicking my tongue really fast, and just getting off on the power of the penis.
Yeah, that's it. I told Jessie about the power of the penis, and she had to laugh a little bit. She's never thought about it in quite that way.
But I always have. There is a certain kind of power behind a man's hard cock and if you have a love for that power, you'll want to submit to the man and do anything that your man can possibly want.
So that was what I was doing when I was young, and sucking my first cock. There were moments when he rammed it in and out of my mouth, but as long as I knew that he was turned on by doing it, I let him.
When he started to come, he was even shooting off in the back of my throat, and though I didn't gag on it, I still didn't love it that way.
But the boy did, and as I said, that was all that mattered. When I was sucking the last few drops out, and I could see the way his knees were buckling, I knew that I had him in total command, or thought that I did. I mean, by submitting to him and doing what he wanted, I had his cock at such a stage that I was somewhat in control.
Mentally, that is. I know Jessica is bascially the same way. I will submit more willingly to my hard-cocked man when I think about the fact that he's almost like a baby who can be controlled, when the hard cock is in my mouth.
I didn't feel quite that way the first time I got fucked, though I still happened to love it. The cock that was working me over was nice and hard, and I could feel the way my whole body was surging under the thrusts.
I started to massage the boy's back, and when he was coming, and I felt that cream filling me up, I was licking my lips and moaning so loud, thinking about that cock shooting off in me while I felt it.
There was one time, too, when I took two boys on, and I still won't even tell you at what age that happened. I think for most other girls at that age, to take on two men would have been a deadly experience, something that might have fucked them up.
Instead, as one boy was fucking me from behind and the other one was in my mouth, it let me know for sure that I was a deep cock lover, that I would do anything to have a hard cock in my mouth and in my cunt.
So I guess that means I'm somewhat passive, because, Doc, I sure as hell have done almost anything you can name, any kind of position in the book, and even all the different kinks. After all, there are a lot of hot looking men out there, and I'll try to do whatever the man wants to get turned on.
But I gotta run. I'll tell you more next week.
INTERVIEW TWO
The secomd time Corrine came to see me, she seemed just as rushed as she had been the first time. When she saw that I was upset, she explained that most of her life was spent rushing around from one experience to the other, and when she had first made the appointment with me, she had no plans afterwards, but then something came up and she still wanted to see me anyway.
Hearing her talk is like being on a train that's racing as fast as possible, but I still think that's part of her charm.
All right. I told you I would tell you about some of the things that I've gotten into all for the love of hard dick, right?
I guess the best place to start is with my ass. I met this huge dude who was built like a fucking brick shithouse. I went out with him a few times, and he had the most enormous cock you could imagine. It was a chore, as well as a challenge, for me to take this cock all the way down into my throat.
It was also kind of a challenge to take it in my pussy, because each time he would try to enter me, I'd feel ripped to shit.
But then, one night when I was with him, he told me he wanted my ass. I wasn't too sure if I could handle that, but he said he'd make me want it. So, I lay back and he started to lick my asshole. As he was flicking his tongue in and out of me I could feel the way my whole body was surging like crazy.
I felt his fingers starting to slide into me, too.
Now this dude, who was Swedish by the way, started to finger my ass, he was working in his saliva. He was also smart. He knew that I was turned on by a big dick, and he started to say things about it.
"Now I'd love to get my big dick inside of your asshole. I sure as hell would. There isn't anything I can think of that would be better."
"Shit, then fuck me, all for the sake of your big dick," I moaned.
And he slid it right into me. At first, there was pain, and as he saw the way I was squirming, he started to slide in a little bit slower. I thought I would explode, but then suddenly, he was already in, as deep as he could be. I didn't even know it until I felt his groin rubbing against my buttocks.
When he started to thrust in and out of me, I just thought it was so fucking hot. I could feel his cock loosening up my whole body, and as I slid my hand to my cunt and played with myself, I started to come.
I exploded, and my spasming asshole was too much for him. As I said, it was a super tight fit, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back.
So that was one example. That dude just fucked my ass with his big prong, and I took it, all because I love to satisfy a dick.
Now I'm not a girl who only goes for size. I do go for shape, however. I like it when a cock is shaped right, with a nice curve to it and all.
Those are the kind of cocks you tend to find me falling to my knees for.
When I went with my friend one night to this S and M club, where they have a lot of dominant males, I found a new home away from home. I mean, these guys are looking for chicks like me, because they don't get too many.
What I mean by that is the kind of chick who likes dick.
They kinda wanted to put a girl in the leather sling, and have some man fuck her but they couldn't find the right girl. Well, when I got there, I decided to check all of my clothing, and you can bet your little ass I was in that sling within seconds.
But like I said, a dick has gotta look nice. The first man to come near me had himself dressed in leather from head to toe. He even had a mask on so I didn't know what the fuck his face looked like.
He could have been the ugliest dude in the world, but his dick, well, that was what counted. It wasn't even that tremendous, but it was so fucking nice looking that I sure as hell knew I had to satisfy it.
So I let that dude fuck me, never once thinking about the fact that under that leather mask, he could be ugly city.
Then, this better looking dude came by. He was all dressed like a nice businesman, and as he started to rub against me, I reached for his crotch. I knew that he loved it when I massaged him, but when I pulled out his cock, disappointment city.
It was the ugliest looking dick I had ever laid eyes on. Now I know that a man isn't directly responsible for the way his dick looks and all, but I don't give a shit. I know that most girls aren't as free as I am, either.
But I just couldn't think of letting that man fuck my face. I mean, he was adorable but he had the ugliest looking dick ever.
Instead, I told the leather dude to pull his cock out of my cunt, and let the ugly cocked dude enter my pussy. He was really a great fuck, even with the strange way that his dick curved. It was still thick and hot.
And when it's moving in and out of your cunt, the way that cock was moving in and out of mine, I don't even get a look at it.
So I just sucked on the nicer looking cock, and let the uglier one fuck me. But there were a few other ugly dicks that night, and I didn't want to do anything for them. I thought that I had already done my share for the ugly cocks of America.
I got into so many things that night. There was one dude who was into tying up women and then whipping them. Now I didn't let him tie me up, because who the fuck knew this guy, know what I mean?
But I told him that he could fuck me, because I liked the looks of his dick, and as he fucked me, he could whip me. But I also let him know that I didn't want him whipping me so he ripped my flesh apart.
Once or twice, he did hit me hard, but most of the time that leather was just making light love to my skin. I could feel my skin tingling under the touch of that whip each time he lashed it down at me, and that was fucking hot as hell.
I turned around a few times, so that he was fucking me from behind, and he was fucking me on top of me, so he could use his leather all over the place. As long as his dick was working me over, I was content.
When he did start to come, and he whipped me once after he had come, I told him that I wasn't too thrilled. I mean, I didn't mind submitting to him when his cock was hard and I was getting something out of it, but I did mind when he was no longer turning me on because his dick was not hard.
Of course, he didn't give a shit. He had gotten what he wanted, and in many ways, so did I. I got the come from that nice dick.
Really, Doc, I could go on and on.
CONCLUSION
Though I do think that Corrine is a sweet girl, with a very refreshing attitude, I did have to tell her that she really could get herself in trouble. For instance, her love for cocks sometimes drives her into situations that she cannot control.
At the club she attends, she could run into some true sadists. She could let herself be led into an alley or a bathroom, by some man who intends to harm her. Once a man realizes how much she loves the look of a hard cock, and the man has that kind of penis, it's a lure for her.
One day, she might be caught, and when I expressed concern, she assured me that she was one tough cookie. She was happy that I was concerned, telling me that it meant I cared at least, but she had to go.
