Bondage and discipline: A subject that has fascinated men and women alike for centuries. What is it all about? Why do people indulge in it and who are the people that indulge in it? Are they sick, ill or depraved? Or, as is obvious to the trained observer, most of the participants are normal people. Sometimes, however, things can get out of hand.
Included in this series of studies are many varied forms of the practice, from loving pleasure to cruel domination.
Doris J., college student, nineteen: "When he started to spank me, I didn't know what to think, but I trusted him and then, after just a little while, it began to feel so good, I never wanted him to stop ... "
Melody W., office worker, twenty-two: "He was my boss and I loved him, what could I do? I didn't want to lose him or my job, so I just lay there while he struck me with the belt again and again ... "
Laurie S., housewife, thirty-three: "I thought it might perk up our marriage, I never knew by how much! I felt so turned on the moment he hit me with the whip that I thought I'd come on the spot!"
Anna F., model, twenty-eight: "My boyfriend was a little shy about it at first, but the moment I started begging for mercy, pleading under his attack, his prick got hard and he started enjoying hitting me even more that I enjoyed getting hit ... "
From the recorded interviews with young women ...
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Doris J. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The practice of Bondage and Discipline, commonly known as B and D, is as old as sex itself. Many early tribes performed rituals that included this type of activity, though this is not widely known and many people think of the fetish as something fairly new.
Another misconception I have found in my studies, that most people who indulge in this type of sexual stimulation are sick and depraved, is not completely true. Though I will admit that quite often people are performing such acts to compensate for problems in so-called normal sexual relations, it is not always the case.
Doris J. is a good example. She paid a visit to my office, unannounced, one bright, sunny afternoon last spring. She was a tall, willowy girl with bright, flashing eyes and a pretty face framed by a luxurious head of fluffy blonde hair. Her body was just beginning to find its natural curves, for she had been a rather skinny teenager, and I could tell she was just experiencing the enjoyment and thrill of being attractive.
She seemed quite at ease, sitting in the comfortable chair across from my desk, though something was troubling her for her eyes blinked nervously and she kept looking down at her feet as we made small talk. To put her at ease, I suggested she tell me a little about herself before confronting whatever was bothering her.
Umm, it's kind of hard to begin, Doctor. I'm a little mixed up these days, though I don't feel really messed up or anything. I guess I could say I had a fairly normal childhood. I mean, nothing ever bad really happened to me. I was always rather shy because of my height, but I got over that last year when I started filling out and the boys began to notice me. At least I thought I had gotten over it. Once I got to college it was a whole different story.
When you are in high school, it's pretty easy to get dates, even if you aren't the most beautiful girl in school. After all, the boys are usually immature and there isn't a lot of competition, if you know what I mean.
But college is different. There, the boys are usually a lot smarter and don't care so much about looks. I mean, they are interested in pretty girls, but they also want to know what a girl thinks about, and being shy sure doesn't help you there. It's easy when all a boy wants to talk about is himself, but when he asks your opinion about things, you'd better be able to talk.
Anyway, I found this out right off the bat and boy, did it ever shake me up! I went out on a couple of dates and really felt like a jerk. I'd be with this guy and he would start talking about things I had never really thought about before. Stuff like life and how you should live it. What's going on in the world, things like that. After about five dates, I just figured I wasn't ready for college men, yet.
Of course, that didn't do me any good with my hominess. Oh yes, Doctor, I'm quite aware of sex. I've done a lot of reading, and I decided I was going to give up my virginity the first chance I had with the right person. I feel sex is healthy and ought to be practiced regularly. But, then, I didn't realize what kind of sex I would like, and that's why I'm here.
You see, one of my first courses was an introduction to sociology class and right from the start, I could see that I was going to like it. The teacher was a man named Bob Morrison and he was great. Not just because he knew his material, that was beside the point. He knew his stuff backwards and forwards, believe me! No, it was the way he taught. He could capture a classroom of two hundred students and hold them spellbound for three hours, I'm not kidding!
He has this deep, rich voice that he can make go as quiet as a whisper or boom it through the room so loud that you'd think the walls were going to fall down! And his eyes scan a crowd and make you feel like they are boring right into your soul.
He shakes everybody up, that's for sure. The other members of the faculty adore him, even if he is a little crazy. I guess it's because he takes the chances doing things that they never do. He is brilliant, simply brilliant and the first time I laid eyes on him, he made me feel so strange all over that I couldn't stop shaking through the whole first class!
Morrison, that's what everybody calls him, isn't like any other teacher I ever knew. He doesn't act aloof and stand-offish, no, he is only too glad to relate to you as a person, not just some faceless number on an attendance chart.
After class he usually goes uptown to this bar called 'The Casual Corner' and spends the rest of the night there, drinking with whoever stops by his table and talking until the bar closes and then sometimes long after. I've sat up until dawn with him and some others, plenty of times.
Well, I went home after that first class simply overwhelmed by him. I wanted to see more of him than just once a week, I felt he could teach me a lot more than what I was going to learn in classes, and when I found out about his going uptown after a lecture, I was determined to follow him there that next night.
I got there before him, and asked around, trying to find out where he liked to sit. The bartender pointed out his table and I grabbed it before anybody else could. I was sitting there, sipping on a Screwdriver when he walked in. He looked kind of shocked to see someone sitting at his favorite spot. I guess it's an unspoken thing that nobody sits there those nights but him and his friends.
But I motioned him over and told him who I was and that I wanted to spend some more time talking and listening to him. He cracked that thin, boyish smile of his and shook his head, muttering something about the mystery of women.
After he bought a whole tray of beers in anticipation of the crowd to come, he carried them back to the table and sat down beside me. "The lady seems to be caught in the grip of imagine refreshment," he said teasingly, making fun of my drink. "This is the only true serum, woman, the hops and grains tell all!"
I laughed at that. I was delighted that he found me amusing. Well, the evening was truly exciting for me and I have to admit I got quite drunk, though not sloppy at all. Morrison has a way of making being stoned an important thing rather than just having too much drink inside of you.
I won't deny for a minute that he turned me on. And, I thought he was interested in me, though he didn't fawn or paw at me like the boys I was used to. He would just turn and stare intently at me every now and then, gripping my hand on the table top, patting my thigh in a comforting fashion. He leaned over once, toward the end of the evening and in the most gentlemanly manner, asked me if I would care to come home with him.
"Will you stop talking if I do," I said, teasing him, rather shocked that I would try that, but understanding that I was just getting into the spirit of things.
He laughed loudly and shook his head. "I will never, ever stop talking, woman," he said laughingly. "But, I will take a slight pause in your case!"
God, I couldn't wait for the bar to close. I was thrilled to death and so excited that I could hardly keep from climbing all over him in his car. He just got me so hot and wet I couldn't stand it! I knew this was the right man, I just knew it.
His apartment was a wreck, it was obvious to see that he'd had an ongoing party for the last week. Luckily it was empty when we got there. He had mentioned the fact that he was always putting somebody up and I had worried about feeling nervous if anyone was there.
When we got in the door, he got a couple of beers from the refrigerator and brought them over to the coffee table in front of his beat-up old couch. I wasn't too interested in any more drinking and the moment he put them down, I threw my arms around him and began to kiss him passionately.
He responded just a bit, slipping me his tongue a couple of times, then he pulled my arms from his neck and held me away from him, shaking his head and speaking in a mock-stern voice.
"Bad, bad woman," he growled, pretending he was real angry. "Woman should wait for the man! Now you must be punished! I think a bad girl like you deserves a good, sound spanking!"
Well, Doctor, I was so drunk by that time that I really didn't know what was going on. I giggled, a little excited by what he said, remembering the times my daddy would spank me. He was such a dear, he could never really bring himself to hurt me and most of the time his hand just kind of slapped me a little to get my bottom tingling.
Anyway, Morrison tugged on my arms and made me lay over his knees, face down. I shivered in anticipation as he ran his slender, strong fingers over my blouse and curve of my bottom. He patted my cheeks tenderly, then ran the tips of his fingers over my bare thighs. I was just wearing panties underneath my skirt and he deftly flipped it up over my hips, giving him a view of my trembling ass encased in a tight pair of bikini panties.
I sighed in pleasure as he ran the palms of his hands back and forth over my buttocks, squeezing them just a little. I moaned as a delicious, warm wave of pleasure rolled through my loins as his hands kneaded my buns in a strong, gripping fashion.
"Ummm, this little girl really needs a spanking," Morrison said, his voice thick with passion now. I could feel his cock growing against my belly through his trousers and it was a thrilling sensation to feel his rod getting firm against my quivering flesh. "I guess I'll have to do the job," he added with a sigh.
He curled his fingers in the waistband of my panties and I lifted my tummy off his lap to give him more room. In a moment he slithered my panties down over my thighs and I kicked my legs until they slipped from my toes and dropped to the floor.
Now my bottom was naked and when I turned my head I could see his eyes flashing with what could only be desire and greed. I felt the rough, pleasing palms of his hands resting on my cheeks and he was lightly running his ringers along the sides of my buttocks.
"Do you think you deserve a spanking?" he asked softly, tapping his fingers against my flesh. "Do you think you've been a bad girl and that I should spank you now?"
I played right along with the game, nodding my head, wondering how badly it was going to hurt, but not really caring. "Ohhh, yes, yes, I do," I gasped breathlessly, rocking back and forth on his lap, wiggling my bottom in the most enticing way I could. "Yes, I do! I've been so bad, please, please punish me now!"
He nodded gravely and lifted one hand high in the air. I tensed in anticipation, then he brought his hand down hard on my ass and the air was split with the harsh crack of his palm striking my defenseless bottom.
The pain shot through my cheeks with a stinging fury and I couldn't help from yelling. It really, really hurt, more than I thought it would and I trembled, fearing the next blow. He lifted his arm once again and slammed it down twice as hard this time.
I shrieked in pain and. shivered uncontrollably when the blow fell. My poor bottom was stinging in an awful way and the tears started to well up in my eyes as his hand leaped into the air and he brought it down again..
He hit my ass about four or five more times, then he paused for a moment, giving my stinging buttocks a rest while he fumbled with the buckle of his belt. I didn't know what to think. He had hit me a lot harder than I thought he would and my bottom was tingling with a rippling pain. This wasn't like when daddy used to hit me, though, in a strange way, I kind of enjoyed the hurt. It pulsated wildly in every part of my ass and my ass felt very hot, as if I were sitting too close to a fire. The strangest part of it was, how it made me all moist in my pussy. I could tell that I was feeling the beginnings of a fiery passion building in my loins, for the warm, familiar waves of desire were rolling through me in an urgent way.
"I don't think you've had enough, yet," Morrison growled, pulling his belt from the loops of his trousers and doubling it over in his hands. "I think we have to move on to harsher measures!"
I got kind of scared then, Doctor, when I saw him dangling that thick, black tool in his hands. I tried to get off his lap, but he pressed one hand down on my back, pinning me to his thighs and ordered me to stay still.
I shivered in fear and anticipation as I watched his hand holding the belt rising up over his head. He held it high for a moment, then brought it down hard on my ass and my scream of pain filled the air, mixing in with the loud, wet crack the belt made when the leather caressed my bottom.
The pain was so intense, I almost couldn't stand it. Without a moment's rest, he threw his arm up again and brought the belt down just as hard as before. Again the stinging agony seared my bottom and I was quivering uncontrollably, crying wildly now as the tears rolled down my cheeks.
He seemed to get really, really turned on by that and he cracked the harsh, cold leather against my ass again and again, hardly pausing to breathe in between blows. The aching hurt throbbed in my buttocks and I was thrashing wildly on his lap, feeling his prick growing harder and harder against my soft belly as he beat me.
He was chanting over and over about how bad of a girl I was, and I was sobbing and pleading for him to stop, telling him I was sorry and wouldn't do it again. I didn't know what was going on, and I was shocked to find myself lifting my ass up to meet his blows, eagerly awaiting the stinging agony that he could give me.
Harder and faster he slammed the belt down on my ass. My ass was growing a fiery red with small welts rising up on my flesh and I knew I wasn't going to be able to sit down for a week after this.
Blow after stinging blow rained down on my buttocks. They trembled and quaked under the cruel attack, but by now, my cunt was wet and slippery with love juice and I was actually thrilling to each harsh kiss of the nasty' instrument he wielded so expertly.
After what seemed like a long, long time, he suddenly tossed the belt aside and bent down, rubbing my bottom with his fingers and palms, reaching with his lips and kissing my swollen, aching cheeks in a loving fashion. I moaned as he ran his mouth over my stinging ass, soothing it with his tender caresses.
"Now I must make you forget about the hurt," he told me softly. "I must make you think of something else! From the way my pants seemed to have gotten damp, I think I have an idea of what to do!"
He lifted me up and placed me on my back, stretched out on the couch. Lbvingly he slipped a pillow beneath my aching bottom and spread my thighs apart, draping one of them over the edge of the couch and forcing the other, my knee drawn up, against the back of the sofa.
I sighed in anticipation, the pulsating pain in my bottom matched by the throbbing warmth in my pussy as he reached out with one hand and cupped his palm over my damp mound, while toying with the buttons to my blouse with the other.-
Thankfully, I had decided not to wear a bra that evening. I don't really need one, my tits are nice and firm, but I usually wear one at home, just so I don't freak my parents out.
I groaned as I felt his hand freeing the final button to my blouse and gently pushing the folds of my garment away from my trembling boobs. He sucked in his breath as he exposed my breasts, then gently cupped a hand over one small mound. His fingers were so big he could completely cover my boob and when he gave it a tender squeeze the sensation that tore through my flesh made me almost cry out in pleasure.
I sighed in delight as he kneaded and massaged my boobs, one after the other, his thumb and forefinger catching my nipples and pinching them in a pleasing fashion. He was very kind and tender as he played with my tits, his fingers digging into my aching flesh and fondling them passionately.
His other hand roamed about my loins, the tips of his fingers slithering up and down over my thighs, lightly caressing them, sending a hundred lovely spasms of pleasure racing all through my pussy. I gasped as I felt him ride two fingers up and down along the edges of my cunt, his thumb darting between my cunt lips, getting all slippery and wet from the creamy liquid that was flowing from my womb.
I was shivering and quaking, reaching out for his cock, now, my hands clutching desperately at his pants. I caught hold of his waistband and pulled him around closer to me and then quickly I slithered down the zipper to his pants and shoved my hand inside of them.
I could feel his cock against my knuckles, warm and throbbing wildly. I was thrilled with the powerful way the hot blood seemed to race through his shaft and when I wrapped my fingers around the huge prong, I felt him shudder uncontrollably and gasp with an aching need.
"Ohhh, God, dear God, that's good," he said softly, his voice real thick and raspy then. "Ahhh, dear, dear Doris! How nice that feels, how nice indeed, woman, how nice indeed!"
I giggled, loving the fact that I could make him feel so good. I started running my fingers up and down on the thick, hot pole, gripping and squeezing it as I went along, tugging from left to right, enjoying the way it pounded so furiously in my grasp. I pinched the thick, engorged head of his shaft between my thumb and forefinger and he moaned wildly, dropping his mouth to mine.
Hungrily we began to kiss each other, continuing to move our fingers over each other's flesh. I felt his tongue riding back and forth across my teeth and I willingly parted them to allow the seeking spear inside my mouth.
What a kiss, Doctor! He swirled his tongue around mine and they quickly entwined as we ground our mouths together so hard that it hurt. I darted and stabbed my tongue at his and we teased each other by slashing and avoiding the darting arrows.
Now his fingers were working hard on my pussy, slithering up and down between my wet, warm petals, the hard knob of his thumb finding my clit and pressing down on it firmly.
The delicious, roaring pleasure burned in my loins as I felt him massaging my love button. I moaned and shuddered violently as the spasms of lust tore through me, and my fingers closed tightly around his cock, squeezing it so hard in my grasp that he cried out in pain.
The two of us were on fire, Doctor, just on fire! I had never felt so turned on or horny in my life! I loved that cock! I wanted it inside me so bad I couldn't stand it. He was exploring the wet, burning entrance to my pussy with his fingers and I was nodding and gasping, thrusting my cunt up against his seeking digits in an urgent manner.
"Yes, yes, inside me, yes," I groaned, barely able to whisper I was so caught up in passion. "Ooooo, do that, Morrison, do that to me! Put them inside me, please! Inside me right now, please!"
I was shameless, Doctor, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel something of his in my aching pussy right then and there! Gently he slipped two of those marvelous digits past my quaking cunt lips and lovingly twirled them deep inside of me. I moaned in response, the most warm, beautiful pleasure boiling in my pussy as his fingertips rode along my taut inner walls.
I sobbed in pleasure, my loins quivering wildly around the plunging spears. He took his time, twisting and turning them until they were tapping at the thin wall of flesh that was my maidenhead and I felt sharp, stinging pains rippling in my womb as the unyielding membrane throbbed under his attack.
God, I wanted him to break it right then! I didn't care, I didn't want to be a virgin anymore! I wanted to fuck so bad it hurt, it really hurt. I pumped my hand up and down on his cock, wildly, yanking it from left to right, squeezing and kneading his hot flesh until he was shuddering involuntarily with the tremors of passion that I could feel were roaring through his manhood.
His hungry, kissing mouth ran down to my breasts and he began to lather my quivering globes with his tongue and kiss them tenderly with his lips. I felt him nipping at my flesh with his teeth and stabbing at my nipples in a teasing fashion. I thrust my breasts against his mouth, aching for him to suck and chew on them. I was dying for attention and my boobs ached with pleasure as he moved his mouth over them.
I gasped in delight when he opened his lips and caught a single nipple between his teeth. A pleasing pain shot through the trapped nugget and his tongue wickedly slashed and stabbed at my nipple until I was thrashing violently on the couch, mashing my boobs against his mouth and bucking my pussy against his hand.
"God, dear God, you're on fire," he groaned as he pumped his marvelous digits in and out of my cunt in swift, rhythmic strokes. "You're burning up down there! Jesus, baby, I don't know if I'm man enough for you!"
"Fuck you, Morrison, you bastard," I gasped, forcing his hand hard against my cunt, tugging and pulling on his cock. "You started this, you can finish it! I want to be fucked hard and long by you, you bastard! Hard and long! Right now!"
I was amazed at the words that were coming out of my mouth. I had never, ever said such things in my entire life. But, my pussy was on fire, Doctor, and I needed him more than I could imagine.
He was as excited as I was and when he ran his lips down toward my cunt, I thought I would die with anticipation. Gently he licked and kissed his way through the tangled thatch of hair that covers my womb. I felt his lips and teeth tugging on my bush, his tongue stabbing wickedly at my clit. I cried out in delight and threw my cunt up at his face, aching to feel what it was like to have his mouth down there.
He was as determined as I was to make me enjoy myself and in seconds he had captured my twitching clit between his teeth and was greedily sucking the love juice from it and drinking it happily while sending violent shock waves of pleasure careening through my cunt.
I moaned deeply, shivering out of control as his mouth rode over my cunt lips and his tongue began to slither in and out of my aching tunnel. It lovingly scraped along my inner walls and stabbed delightfully at my taut interior.
"Ohhh, God, God, Morrison," I groaned in delight, thrusting my cunt up against his eating mouth. "Eat me, baby, eat me so good right now!"
I shivered and quaked, the pulsating delights tearing through me now with a violent greed. Jesus, what sensations! His tongue felt harsh and thick and wonderful as he drove it in and out of my pussy. His teeth chewed hungrily on my cunt lips and he sucked greedily at my womb, swallowing every drop of my creamy liquid.
I couldn't stand not having his prick in me, now. I reached down and caught his straw-colored hair in my hands and began to pull on his head, desperately trying to get him on top of me.
"Ummm, fuck me now, Morrison, fuck me now," I groaned, thrashing wildly under his mouth, my thighs opening and closing spasmodically against his head. "Come on, come on, damn it, fuck me now!"
I felt him rising up over me and then he was quickly slithering along my body, his thick, hard cock throbbing against my thighs as he drew it closer toward my aching, virginal cave.
I reached down and caught hold of the shaft as he settled down on top of me, his mouth kissing me feverishly. I slowly guided the pounding rod toward my cunt, slithering the tip of his shaft between my quivering pussy lips. When the huge, hot head of his cock penetrated my womb, I gasped with the wild, thrilling pleasure of his invasion and shuddered uncontrollably as the anticipation burned in my loins.
Gently he rode the prick into my womb. I was gasping and calling out, thrusting my pussy up to meet the plunging tool. He groaned in delight as my cunt muscles flexed wildly about the invading prong, pulling more and more of it inside of me.
"Ahhh, yeah, that's good," he sighed, driving his prick deep in my womb, twisting and turning until the thick, hot head was tapping against my maidenhead. "So damn good, Doris, so damn good! I'll try not to hurt you, I swear I will!"
"Don't worry about that," I hissed urgently, rocking my hips back and forth, moving my pussy walls against his prick. "I don't care, I don't! Just fuck me, now, damn it, fuck me now!"
Gently he withdrew his rod halfway, pausing to get positioned, then he bucked forward with all his power and in one swift, determined thrust, burst through my virginity and buried his prick to the hilt in my steaming chamber.
I screamed once as the intense pain rolled through my womb, then it was replaced by the wet, warm, wonderful sensations of pleasure that his cock gave me and I groaned in delight as the massive spear seemed to fill my pussy to bursting.
Lovingly he began to pump his shaft in and out of me in quick, measured strokes. Each time he drove the shaft to the depths of my cave, I shuddered in pleasure and bucked my pussy against his rod. I felt his hips grinding against my thighs and his mouth kissing me greedily. He drove the cock in and out of me with an increasing frenzy and I shivered in ecstasy each time he buried his cock in the depths of my steaming cave.
I threw my legs around his waist and rolled up on my spine, giving him all the room he needed to assault my willing pit. I felt his cock throbbing and burning inside of me and I knew that both of us were drawing closer and closer to an overwhelming orgasm. Again and again he powered his tool into me and my cunt grew as tight as a spring as my need reached its violent pitch.
"I'm ... I'm ... going to come," I gasped, my lungs aching with my labored breathing. "Ohhh, dear God, Morrison, I'm going to come, I'm going to come right now!"
I screamed once more and then a violent, involuntary tremor raced through me as my orgasm burst in my loins sending creamy rivers of come bursting against his driving engine. I thrashed and sobbed as the wonderful spasms of pleasure continued to erupt in my loins and I could feel him driving his prick in and out of me harder and harder to make the climax even more intense.
I wanted him to feel as good as I did at that moment and I gripped his prick tightly with my pussy lips, thrusting my belly hard against his, digging my nails into his back as my spasms went on and on and I urged him on with every part of my body.
He ground his prick deep inside of me, shuddering and gasping as the powerful explosions went off in his balls and the hot come spurt from his shaft.
Again and again the come shot into my womb and swirled with my own as he quaked and groaned in delight. "I'm coming, Doris, I'm coming so good right now," he sighed in a thick, tight voice. "Ahhh, Jesus, coming good, baby, coming very, very good in you now!"
Our orgasms seemed to last forever and when we were finally finished, Morrison lay on top of me, quivering as I did with the final, lingering traces of his passion, kissing me tenderly and brushing the tears of happiness out of my eyes as I thanked him for making me a woman.
At this moment, our session was just about up and I suggested that she stop her story right then and return at the same time the next day. I was puzzled and intrigued by what she was telling me and I was eager to hear more. She agreed to my suggestion and left the office a little tired, but seemingly a little less worried.
INTERVIEW TWO
Right to the minute, Doris returned the following afternoon. She was dressed in a bright, spring dress and wore no make-up. She looked the very picture of a healthy, attractive college student and she took her place across from me without being told to.
She was a lot more relaxed than the day before and I urged her to continue her story without bothering about any small talk. She was not opposed to this, for she told me she had made some decisions the night before, after thinking about her first session and she wanted to tell me all about them.
Well, Doctor, I must say that after that first evening with Morrison, I was more than a little confused. I mean, I enjoyed the love making and I was glad that it was he that took my virginity away, but it was the part about enjoying the spanking that had me worried. Never in my life had I ever thought I would enjoy being disciplined and it really had me confused.
It was such a strange way to feel. I had never liked being hit before, I had never enjoyed being punished. And here I was, remembering the spanking most of all and even looking forward to something like that the next time we got together. I was very, very upset over it.
I didn't go uptown after class for two weeks. I really avoided having anything to do with him, other than in the classroom. Even there, I didn't ask as many questions as the first time. I tried to remain hidden. Of course, I was just running away from myself and that didn't do me any good at all, I know it.
Morrison sensed something was bothering me. It was obvious that I was avoiding him and he was troubled by it. He didn't think anything of our night together, to him it was just two people having a good time. He was more concerned that I was upset with him and after the forth class, he made a point of asking me to stay.
Well, I couldn't just walk out. I mean, he made a big deal over wanting to ask me something about the class and though I saw right through that, I was trapped. If I walked out without talking to him, I'd look like a stupid little girl scared of her teacher and I couldn't have that.
He was talking to a couple of the other students and I stood off to one side, waiting for him to finish with them. I was feeling nervous and worried, because I didn't know what he was going to do with me. I was terrified that he was going to place me in some awkward position by demanding that I tell him what was bothering me. I knew that I couldn't do it. I couldn't even explain things to myself, much less anybody else. I was scared that I would sound just like a typical, dumb girl and I hated the idea that I would come across that way more than anything else.
I stood there, squirming almost until he had finished making his point to the other kids and they left. He busied himself with putting his materials away, then locked his briefcase and asked me if I would care to ride uptown with him. I guess I mumbled an answer, my eyes on the floor in front of me, not daring to look him in the eye.
When we got in the car, he turned to me and spoke without warning. "You're worried about the other night," he said matter-of-factly. "You're worried because you enjoyed the game we played."
God, he was so on target that I almost fell of the seat. I was shivering with embarrassment, as if my worst secret had been exposed and I felt like crying I was so worried and upset.
But he knew how badly I was taking things and he leaned over and patted my knee in an easy-going fashion. "Cheer up," he told me, laughing slightly. "You're going to find out a lot of things about yourself as time goes on, this is just one of them. All you have to remember is that it is neither good nor bad, it is just what is."
I couldn't quite grasp that, I really didn't understand what he was trying to tell me. He started the car and instead of heading toward 'The Casual Corner', he began to drive to his apartment. He turned to me and smiled.
"I think you and I need a little time alone, together," he explained softly. "I think perhaps, that this is a night we should skip the festivities at the bar and go straight home."
If I was ever going to protest and get out of a confrontation, this was the time,, but I had no intention of doing that, I guess, because I just nodded and put on a brave smile.
"That sounds okay with me, I'm tired anyway," I said, sighing in as a relaxed manner as I could, though I was going crazy with worry, inside. "I don't think I'm up to a lot of people tonight, as it is."
We made the journey to his place in no time at all, and in a few minutes we were sitting on his couch, both of us drinking a beer. Morrison began to explain how he felt to me, and I listened and tried to understand as much as I could.
"In all of us," he explained carefully, taking his time. "There are many, many kinds of excitements and desires. Most of them we sublimate, most with good reason. We are not animals, we are supposed to be guided by reason and a general thought to the good and well-being of the collective whole."
He was staring at me intently as he spoke, not touching me or making any move to get me to sit closer to him. He was wrapped up in what he was saying and didn't seem to have any thought to anything other than the logic of explaining what he had to tell me.
"But we cannot deny certain impulses that we have," he went on. He took a sip of his beer and urged me to drink mine. "And so, what we have to do is channel these desires and work them out. In some cases, the sense of pressure and doubt leads us to guilt and a desire to be cleansed of the guilt. This isn't anything new, it's been going on ever since man began."
"But, but what about enjoying pain," I stammered, finally able to find my voice and get brave enough to speak. "What about when you really, really enjoy it! I just don't think it's all that good, you know?"
He laughed softly, making it all seem like such a small thing that I. was beginning to feel a lot better. "But it's make-believe," he insisted. "You're aren't really being tortured or beaten for some wrong, you're just pretending. You know it and I know it. It's a game, and the child in all of us never quits wanting to play games! You know that!"
"I can't deny I know it's a game," I admitted, nodding my head. "I mean, I was well aware that nothing we did was really happening. I didn't really feel as if I had done anything wrong to be punished for. And I knew that you weren't really punishing me. I guess you're right. The idea just turned me on!"
He laughed and nodded happily. "That's it," he chuckled warmly. "That's the idea, Doris!
Think of it as a chance to play out a fantasy, that's all! Now, don't you have one about being tied up and beaten, perhaps as an unruly slave?"
Boy, Doctor, did it ever seem like he knew me! One of my dreams was something like that. Being captured and beaten, then raped over and over! Ummm, I get moist just thinking about it!
Anyway, I was so shocked that he could see through me. I didn't feel dumb or embarrassed by him at all. If I felt anything, it was a strong urge to play that game right then and there, but I had no idea how to tell him that. I was still too confused and worried to make my desires known. I just sat there, shivering a bit with the tingling sensations my day-dreams were giving me, nodding my head, agreeing with him.
"I see what you mean," I said, carefully. "I guess you're right. There is just so much about myself that I don't know. Sometimes I'm so confused, that I just can't stand it."
He took my beer from my hands and smiled lovingly. "Come, we should work this fantasy through," he said softly, drawing me up from the couch. "The only way to get a true picture of-it, is to work it all through in reality."
I was a little scared, but I just knew that I had to trust him. It was one of those moments in life that you just have to plunge into and do, if you are ever going to figure it out. I felt very, very lucky to be there with him. He seemed to understand things I didn't think I could ever tell anyone, and I wanted desperately, more than anything else, to be at peace with myself about this. So I put myself in his' hands. I had to trust him, that's all, I just had to trust Morrison to know what was right.
He led me into his bed room. It was much neater than I would have expected. I looked around while he went to the closet and drew out some rope and a very wicked-looking whip. He also got a box down from a shelf and took a short, one piece garment that he casually tossed over to me and told me to put on.
I took a deep breath and then quickly stripped off my jeans and blouse and my underpants. The gown was very, very sheer, almost transparent, and it came just to my mid-thighs. It fit my body quite pleasingly and as I turned around inspecting myself in the mirror, I could see that I looked just the part of some slave-girl.
He came over to where I was standing and put a look on his face that was angry and stern. "So, you've disobeyed my orders once again, have you slave?" he said in that deep, booming voice of his that first attracted me to him. His fingers curled in my hair and he savagely forced me to my knees. "Now, you shall pay for going against my wishes! You are my slave, woman, and you shall do as I command or be punished! I don't like having to discipline you, but there is no other way to make you learn!"
I pretended to weep, blinking my eyes get some tears flowing..
"Ohh. Master, Master, please, forgive me, I beg of you," I whimpered, looking up at him with an imploring glance. I was quivering, a bit with fear over what he had in mind and that helped the overall effect of my performance, greatly. "Please, please don't hurt me, Master! I won't do it again, I swear I won't!"
But my Master wasn't having any of that. I had done wrong and had to be punished. "Silence, woman," he bellowed in mock-rage. "I've had enough of your silly excuses! Harsh measures are required to correct your mistakes, and it is up to me to apply them. You shall suffer, but you shall be the better for it, I promise you!"
He tugged on my hair, rudely pulling me to my feet and I gasped as he pulled me toward the door frame around the closet. I hadn't noticed the four, small rings at either corner of the frame and I stood in the center of the door as he quickly tied a loop of rope around each of my wrists, then bound them tightly to the rings on either side of the top of the door frame.
Swiftly he bent down and quickly secured my ankles to the other two rings. Now I was bound completely and was helpless to move other than twist and turn from left to right as he stepped back to inspect the job.
"Ann, it is such a pity to have to abuse you, my dear," he whispered softly, running the tips of his fingers across my shoulders. "But what must be done, must be done! Remember, this is for your own good!"
With that, he unfastened the clasp of the gown I was wearing, held together at the shoulder, and let the upper half of the garment slither down over my back and front, exposing my flesh to him, baring me to the waist. Lovingly he pressed his hand to the base of my spine, then unhooked the clasp around my hips and swiftly drew the garment away from me, leaving me bound and defenseless, naked completely, now.
"Such a delicious body," he moaned, the sound of passion twisting in his voice as his hand rode over the swell of my buttocks, squeezing my flesh tenderly in his fingers. "It will be such a pity to have to beat you, but, of course I must!"
"Please, please don't hurt me, Master," I groaned, twisting and turning against the strands of rope that held me fast. I was growing more and more excited now, my loins were tingling and my flesh beginning to grow warm and shivered with anticipation. "Ohhh, God, Master, don't hurt me! Don't hurt Doris now!"
As only a man dedicated to his discipline could, he ignored my pleading and picked up the whip, cradling the handle lightly in his hand, balancing it gently. He leaned forward, pressing the many thin strands of leather that grew out of the handle, against my warm, undulating back. His lips pressed against my shoulder blades and he kissed me tenderly about my upper back.
"Ahhh, my sweet dove," he said in a sensual voice. "It brings me such grief to have to do this, such terrible grief! But, I must, I must! You must learn discipline and this is the only way to teach you! Prepare for your lesson, harlot! Prepare for it, now!"
I felt him draw the whip tenderly across my back, then he stepped a foot or so behind me and I tensed as I felt the whip leave my back and heard it slithering through the air as he pulled his arm back over his head.
The sound of the vicious tool cutting through the air assaulted my ears, then I screamed in pain as the cruel lash fell across my shoulders with a sharp, stinging bite that sent spasms of agony racing through my upper back from the impact of the blow.
The pain was intense and I shuddered involuntarily under the blow, slipping a bit, straining against the tight cords of rope around my wrists as he whirled the whip around his head once more, and brought it down on my buttocks with a thick, wet smack.
Again the hurt was violent and sharp. My bottom tingled with pain and tiny, quick slivers of rippling pain tore through my spongy cheeks and they seemed to be stuck full of a hundred tiny needles as once more the whip sliced across them with a harsh, vicious bite.
"Feel the pain, slave, feel it," he hissed, bringing the whip down and across the backs of my helpless, quivering thighs. "Yes, scream, scream loud! I shall beat the badness out of you, my dove, beat it out of you now! Every kiss of the whip shall bring you closer to obedience! Scream, slave, scream!"
Again and again he cracked the cruel, harsh leather across my defenseless body. I quaked and shuddered under the blows, crying out in soft whimpers of tortured agony. The lash struck my ass and my shoulders, curled around my hips and stung me with its embrace. It flicked teasingly across my bottom and caressed me with a fiery hurt that I had never experienced before.
At that moment, I knew that he was my master and that I was his slave and whatever I had done, I deserved this punishment. My body was tensed for every blow and I began to sway under the impact of his attack, thrusting my body as back as far as I could go, anticipating and seeking the cruel bite of the lash with gleeful desire.
As he brought the whip down over my back once more, I could feel my pussy getting moist and warm with the pleasure of the agony I was receiving. He never hit me hard enough to cause me deep, destructive pain. Much as a true slave-owner would act, he did not want to damage me, only teach me a lesson and, God, did I want to be taught!
"Yes, Master, yes," I began to groan and whisper under the effects of his cruel attack. I was' shivering involuntarily, my loins growing warmer and wetter with each delicious blow. "Teach me, Master, teach me! Give me the pain, it feels so good! Ohhh, I need this, Master, I need it so badly. Beat me, Master, beat me hard!"
His passion seemed to overwhelm him now. He twirled the whip around his head and flicked his wrist in an expert fashion, snapping the tips of the strands against my exposed buttocks, making them sear with the burning agony of a nasty bite of the powerful weapon. I screamed in delight, thrilling to the waves of stinging pain that rippled through my ass and I could not help but shiver in pleasure as I felt the throbbing hurt roll through me.
His hand moved faster and faster and now the blows did not seem to come one at a time, but in a continual, rhythmic pulsating wave of never-ending strokes. The pain was complete and constant. All that was broken up was the time between the sounds of the whip striking my naked flesh and the sharp, tearing screams that burst from my lips under his vicious assault.
The whip made thick, wet slapping sounds as he struck me and the air was filled with the varied sounds of my cries, our labored breathing and the crack of the caressing instrument he was torturing me with.
I could hardly see apart from the blinding, thick red color of agony that was in front of my eyes and the tears were streaming down my cheeks now as I choked and sobbed in the throes of my agony from his brutal torture.
"Yes, the pain is good, it is good for you," he grunted, his voice thick and twisted with a rage and meanness. "Take it, woman, take it now! Take all of this agony that you deserve! Take the punishment I give you, take it now!"
God, he was in a frenzy now! Over and over he hit me with the whip. My flesh seemed like it was burning up from the fiery caress of the thin, slashing strands of leather. They were all over me, from my shoulders to my thighs, cutting and tearing at me. I could feel the smallish welts rising on my skin and I was sobbing and screaming, totally enraptured by the agony I was experiencing. My pussy was throbbing and aching with lust as it never had before, and I could feel the cunt juice running down my legs in thick rivers as the fevered passion overflowed my womb.
I shuddered and quaked under the rain of blows. I jerked and twisted away after every strike, but just as quickly, I would thrust my body back to meet the next one. The sweat was popping out over my forehead and stinging my eyes with its salty wetness and the lovely way the ropes cut into my wrist and ankles thrilled me completely.
Morrison was groaning with passion as he brought the lash down on me yet again. I could hear him breathing wildly, gasping with pleasure as he hit me and I could only shivered with a delicious excitement as I thought of how hard and firm his cock must be getting as he lost himself completely in his desires.
I don't know how long he went on beating me. I was lost in the loveliness of the pain and humiliation now, thinking of nothing but how wonderful it was to be treated so cruelly. Every time he called a name or hit me hard, I tingled all over with pleasure and delight.
"I'm dirt, Master, just garbage," I cried out in a weak and raspy voice. "Yes, yes, treat me like the scum I am! Beat me harder, Master, harder! I'm nothing, I'm unworthy! Hit me, Master, hit me, hit me, hit me!"
"You cunt, you bitch, you whore," he gasped, flinging out the whip and curling it around my hips with a wet, thick crack, then pulling it away in a vicious ripping action. "You slut! I'm going to abuse you completely, now! When I finish with you, you won't be able to move! You whore, you rotten cunt!"
I felt the evil tool slashing across my buttocks with an almost unbearable force and the screams made me tingle with pleasure as they tore from my throat. I sobbed wildly, crying uncontrollably now, swaying from side to side as he struck me again and again until I thought I might faint from the pain I was enduring.
I felt more humiliated and degraded than I ever had in my life and it was making me more horny than I could stand. I loved being treating like shit! I loved it! I shivered in delight and groaned with pleasure each time he described how worthless I was. I knew that he was going to fuck me brutally after the beating and, God, I just couldn't wait for that!
He tossed the whip aside after awhile, and stood just inches behind me, his warm, excited breath caressing my shoulders as he laboriously inspected his work. My body was a roadmap of blistering red lines and growing welts and his lips traveled coolly over my shoulder blades as he kissed my bruises and stinging skin with a greedy passion.
"You've made me very, very angry, bitch," he whispered erotically, his mouth fluttering against my aching flesh. "You're nothing but a cockteasing cunt, and I'm going to fuck that bitchiness right out of you, whore! I'm going to fuck you until you scream!"
"Ohhh, God, Master, don't, don't," I begged him passionately, shivering uncontrollably with anticipation as his hands curled around the front of my body and I could feel his fingers cupping my heaving boobs. "Don't rape me, Master, please, please don't! I beg you, don't hurt me, please don't hurt me anymore!"
He laughed cruelly, digging his fingers into my fleshy mounds, kneading and massaging my breasts with his strong, determined digits. I gasped as he caught my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and savagely pinched them, rolling them back and forth until the pain was quaking in the tender nuggets and they grew as stiff as two small pebbles.
I sobbed and pleaded with him and his cruel laughter filled the air as he dropped one of his hands to my belly and roughly drove his fingers through my pubic hair, tugging on the damp strands in harsh, violent jerks of his hand. I sobbed and gasped as I felt the fingers driving down between my thighs, stabbing at my wet, trembling cunt petals, toying with them viciously.
"You got a nice cunt, bitch, real nice," he hissed in a nasty tone of voice, nipping with his teeth at my back. "Gonna be fun fucking this hole, real fun! Who knows, maybe you'll even like it, whore!"
I moaned, thrilling to the shame of his fingers taking such advantage of my poor, defenseless loins, twisting and turning, driving up and down along my slippery, wet cleft between my pussy lips. His fingers grew damp with my creamy love juice and my thighs tingled with pleasure and pain as he cruelly pinched them in his grasp.
Now I felt his thumb pressing down hard on my twitching clit. The hard, coarse knob rolled back and forth over my juicy button, sending shock waves of tingling delight tearing through my loins. My pussy ached and throbbed with a desire unlike anything I could imagine and all I could see in my mind was a huge, thick cock ruthlessly ramming its way inside of them, driving to the depths of my loins with uncaring power and greedy.
I shivered in ecstasy as he parted my pussy lips and drove two fingers inside of me. He twisted and turned the prongs, pushing them to the very pit of my cunt, burying the long, slender digits to the hilt in my quaking tunnel.
He was scraping violently at my inner walls, scratching my moist, warm flesh with the tips of his spears, creating such delicious spasms of pleasure inside of me that I didn't know if I could stand it much longer. My chest pounded with the agony of breathing, I was so excited, and my boobs rose and fell rapidly against his gripping hand as he continued to knead and squeeze my tingling mounds.
He took his hand away from my tits and I groaned in despair. I felt the fingers riding slowly down along my spine, gripping and kneading my flesh as he rolled the digits over my jiggling buttocks, then I gasped in anticipation as I heard him tugging on his zipper, pulling it down with a thick, echoing hiss.
In seconds I felt his big, hard prick between my spread thighs. The cock seemed to be burning up as he rubbed it against one damp, trembling limb, the huge, thick head poking insistently at my cunt lips while he drove his fingers in and out of me in a brutal fashion.
"I'm going to fuck you good, bitch," he told me, his voice quivering with rage. "I'm going to ram my cock into you so hard you'll never forget it. Ahhh, I can't wait, baby, I just can't wait!"
I felt his ringers withdrawing from my tortured pit, then he was spreading my swollen petals apart and bucking forward against my ass, slithering the head of his cock between the slippery petals, penetrating my moist, taut interior.
I screamed as he invaded my loins, laughing wildly, driving the huge, throbbing shaft deep inside of me. Roughly he caught my clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to roll it back and forth as he twisted and turned against my ass, forcing all of the hard, pounding shaft into my aching chamber.
My cunt seemed to expand to twice its normal size under his brutal assault. His hot, quaking tool filled my womb to bursting and I gasped with the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure that his violent attack was creating in me. I heard him sigh contentedly as he buried his cock inside me, his fingers grasping hold of my mound and breasts as he moved about behind me until he was steady and firm in his stance.
"Rape me," I gasped in a thick, tight voice. "Rape me and fuck me hard, Master! Fuck me hard, make me scream, fuck me hard! Ohhh, God, I need this, I need it so badly! Fuck me, Morrison, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, now!"
Now he began to pump the huge, massive weapon in and out of me with a measured, rhythmic force. His long, hot tool slithered along my inner walls, each withdrawing inch making the fires of wanting boil even hotter in my pit. He twisted and swayed from left to right as he pulled out of me, then he gasped with passion and slammed his prick deep inside of me once more.
The exquisite agony of his ruthless attack filled me with need and I could not help but buck my bottom back against his belly, greedily meeting the invading pole as it drove to the depths of my pussy once again.
I was sobbing and shuddering uncontrollably as he wrapped his fingers around my hips and began to pump and thunder his prick in and out of my cunt with a wild abandon. He was like some kind of machine as he rammed his cock in and out of my aching womb. The huge, warm shaft tore along my cunt walls, driving hard against my tortured flesh, making me almost faint from the intensity of the sensations that were roaring through me, now.
I ground my buttocks hard against his belly and fluttered my cunt muscles urgently around his plunging manhood. I locked and unlocked them about the sinking tool, greedily gathering all of his prick inside of me that I could. I was barely able to stand up now, so violent and intense were the swirling desires I was feeling. He was almost holding me up as he powered his prick in and out of me and I could feel his cock growing hotter and hotter, just as my womb seemed to be tensing up like a tightly wound spring in anticipation of my violent release.
Again and again he rammed his prick into my cunt. Each time I thought I would die from the ecstasy of his violent and cruel attack. He rocked back and forth, plunging the shaft in and out of me with a delicious force and greed. I knew he was drawing nearer and nearer to a climax and I could not wait for the burning sensation of his come spurting inside of my aching pit.
"Ohhh, God, Morrison, ohhh, Jesus," I sobbed, almost breathless by now, quivering and shuddering wildly under the continuing attack. "Ummmm, I'm going to come, you son of a bitch! Yes, harder, harder, yes! Oooo, make me come, ohhh, make me come so good right now!"
His harsh, careful and calculating strokes increased in force and rhythm and he held me firmly in his grasp as he thundered the magnificent prong in and out of me faster and faster. I felt my pussy suddenly exploding with pleasure and my loins bursting with release as the fevered climax rippled through my womb and the delicious orgasms began to explode inside of me.
I screamed in pleasure, bucking and shivering uncontrollably. My cunt seemed on fire with a liquid, pulsating delight unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I never knew I could feel so wonderful and I ground my buttocks hard against his groin, never wanting that marvelous tool out of me again.
I was thrashing violently and he had to hold me tightly in his grasp to keep pumping his tool in and out of me. I shivered and moaned, my head dropping to my shoulders in exhaustion as the aching delight roared through my pussy with a will of its own, now. All I could do was ride with the orgasms and flex my cunt muscles hard against his cock, trying desperately to bring him to the same exquisite agony I was experiencing.
Harder and deeper he rammed into me. His cock throbbed incredibly in my womb and his balls slapped violently against my thighs as he rocked back and forth against me. I felt him shuddering out of control and heard his tight, thick groans of pleasure as a sudden, fiery burst of come spurt from his prick and burned against my pussy walls with an almost boiling intensity.
"I'm coming, Jesus, I'm coming in you now, bitch," he groaned breathlessly, driving his exploding tool in and out of me with a wild abandon. "Ohh, God, yeah, yeah! I'm coming so fucking great! So fucking great in you, whore, right now!"
Jesus, Doctor, his orgasm was so powerful, it felt as if his prick were going to rip through my flesh and his come burn its way to the depths of my loins. The creamy, thick fluid seemed to fill my pussy to overflowing and both of us shivered and quaked under the power and force of our climaxes.
We quivered and shook, sobbing now with breathless relief as the tremors of passion rolled through our loins and the lingering traces of our fevered lust continued to assault us mercilessly. For what seemed like hours, he stayed inside of my womb, quivering and quaking his prick against my taut, hot inner walls, until finally he withdrew and leaned against the side of the walls, gasping for breath, as weak and drained as I was.
There is no need for me to go on. Eventually he untied me, all the while kissing me tenderly and paying attention to being gentle with my bruised and beaten flesh. It was the first real moment of unchecked passion I had ever felt and I was aching to experience more.
Now, we get together at least once a week and those moments are the most satisfying of all my waking hours.
I just want to know if I'm sick or something, Doctor? I can't wait to feel him whipping me, calling me names, beating me violently then fucking me cruelly. It just turns me on so much I can't stand it!
Do you think something is wrong with me, Doctor? Do you think I'm ill? I mean, I just can't tell anymore, if what I'm doing is right or wrong. I just want some answers, Doctor, that's all! I just want to know that I'm not really going insane, here! Please, tell me the truth, Doctor, I just have to know! I just have to, because, I know that I want it and love it. It's the one real emotion I can't deny!
CONCLUSION
Though she was quite excited and worried, Doris was not truly upset. As gently as I could, I explained to her that Morrison was correct about many things he had told her. I went on to say that she should not feel that sexual game and role playing are wrong. What is wrong is finding an inability to function without such games, and though I had my reservations about Morrison, I did not think this was true in her case.
I suggested she and he attempt to make love without the sex game, and also, since she is a healthy young women, that she seek out partners her own age. I told her that I believed her to be mentally healthy and I assured her, that, within time, she would be experiencing normal sex without the need for such stimulation and that this kind of act would merely be something she would choose to indulge in from time to time, just the same as anything else she did for excitement or entertainment.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUB Melody W. AGE: Twenty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Almost more than in any other area of human relationships, sex is used more often as a weapon or tool for a person's fears and doubts. So many times, people will use sex as a controlling device to feed their own ego's. When it is coupled with the indulgence of bondage and discipline, this can be especially damaging to the other person involved. The story of Melody W. brilliantly illustrates this fact.
Melody came for her first interview during a long lunch break from her job. She was dressed in a bright, but conservative blouse and skirt, that hugged her full, round breasts just tightly enough to give them the curve and jutting effect they deserved, and her skirt, coming just above her knees, afforded me a generous view of her long, shapely legs. She was a young woman that knew how attractive she was, but did not wish or need to flaunt it.
She sat nervously on the couch, not wishing to lay down, but determined to sit up as she unfolded her problem to me. She had a frilly white handkerchief in her small, dainty hands, that she played with nervously as she talked.
As you can see, Doctor, I'm very, very upset. I'm in a constant state of worry these days and I just don't know how to get out of it. I'm going out with this man, my boss, you see and lately, things have been getting very, very strange.
I've never slept around, you see. I'm rather shy when it comes to sex and if I hadn't really, really liked Walter, I don't think I would have ever even gone out with him, much less have slept with him and consented to some of his desires that have come up lately.
Anyway, I worked there for about six months before he ever asked me out. Walter is about thirty-five, divorced and very kind. He's not the type of man that chases after every new girl in the office. For all the time I was there, he hardly even noticed me other than asking me to do the normal things a boss asks a secretary to do. I'd heard a lot of stories about lecherous employers, but he certainly didn't fit that mold at all.
Even when we were first going out, Walter never tried to make a pass at me. Why, the first date we had, he didn't even try and kiss me goodbye! He took me home and very gallantly kissed my hand, thanked me for a wonderful evening and left. I was totally shocked and surprised. Even a little let down! I mean, I wondered for a couple of days, if there was something wrong with me!
The next time we went out, we went back to his apartment and he made me a dinner that was marvelous and all we did was talk! I couldn't believe it. After about five dates, I was getting very, very anxious. As I said before, I don't sleep around, but I had gotten to the point where I liked him a lot and so naturally, I was turned on being around him and by then, I was more than ready for a least a little hugging and kissing!
"Don't you understand," I told him a few days later. We were over to my place and I was cooking dinner for him. "I want affection, Walter, just as I'm sure you do. I wish you weren't so shy around me! I'd really like to be more intimate with you, I really would!"
Boy, Doctor, what a weird feeling it was. I felt like I was trying to put the make on him and I wasn't used to that at all! Finally he got up the nerve to kiss me and I just kind of went crazy with him. I practically tore his clothes off! Later on he told me that the reason he was so shy around women, is that his wife always had accused him of being a sex maniac. I laughed that off, telling him it was silly, but now, I'm beginning to wonder.
You see, everything was fine until about a month ago. We'd go out about once a week, have dinner, see a show and, if I have to be blunt, go home and fuck. But this evening, was something different.
"I want to try an experiment," he told me. We were back at his apartment and he was showing me some leather things he had bought that afternoon. He had a strange kind of contraption that consisted of a chain and four leather belts. "I want you to put these on," he explained, reaching for the buttons to my dress.
I didn't know what to think. Our sex life wasn't boring as far as I was concerned, and I felt the whole idea of binding me up was a little silly, but if that's what he wanted, I was ready to go along. He seemed to excited by the idea, I thought maybe he might have something.
I shrugged and quickly slipped out of my dress and underwear. As he instructed, I knelt on the floor and he fastened the four belts around my wrists and ankles, binding my arms and legs behind me. The links of the chair connecting the four belts were quite short and the tension arched my back, thrusting my chest up and outward. I had to sit very still on my knees, or else I hurt myself whenever I moved.
God, was he ever turned on by seeing me that way. He walked around me in a slow circle, chuckling happily, sighing and moaning contentedly to himself as he inspected my helpless position on the floor.
"Now I have you where I want you," he said in a thick, excited voice. "I have my little slave, exactly how I want her! Now, my little, adorable whore, I'm going to teach you some discipline! You will learn to obey me instantly when I command!"
About this point, I started to get a little concerned, Doctor. I mean, I was quite defenseless and it was an uneasy sensation to say the least. And he was acting so weird. There was a harshness and cold cruelty to his voice that I had never heard before and it scared me, I'll have to admit.
He reached down to my breasts, full and high on my chest as the tight bonds pulled me backward, and took one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it cruelly in his grasp. Pain tore through my breast as he pinched my tender nugget and I yelped loudly, begging him not to do that.
"It hurts, Walter, it's hurting me," I gasped. I shook my head and started to tug on the bonds. "I don't think I like this game, Walter! Please undo the straps now and let's just fuck like always, okay?"
Viciously he slapped me across the cheek, not enough to really hurt or draw blood, but enough to send a ripping, stinging pain through my face and shock me to the depths of my mind. I couldn't believe he struck me like that, and my eyes must have shown it for I could see him paying close attention to my reaction to the blow.
"Silence, bitch," he hissed cruelly through his teeth, reaching down with his other hand and pinching my other nipple just as hard. "I'll do all the talking around here! You are my slave and you shall do as I say or be punished for it, understand?"
I was beginning to get an idea of what he had in mind and I nodded my head, meekly. I didn't like it any better, but I felt like I should indulge him just a little bit, as long as it didn't get out of hand. But it wasn't turning me on at all, I can tell you that! To tell you the truth, I kind of felt everything was a little sick and I hoped that he would be finished playing around in a little while.
But he was just beginning. He walked around me, calling me all sorts of horrible names. He said I was scum, just human garbage. That I didn't even have the right to be in the same room with him. He said I was shit and demanded that I agree with him.
"Come on, bitch, tell me how worthless and rotten you are," he said intently. He reached down and grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back in a quick, brutal fashion. "Say it, cunt, say it! Tell me how much you deserve to be stepped on! Tell me how much you deserve being punished! Tell me, whore, tell me now!"
I was really beginning to feel humiliated by all of this. I started to feel just like he was describing me. I looked up into his eyes and sobbed painfully, the tears of shame welling up in my own as he tugged harshly on my hair and glared down at me with a look of disgust in his eyes.
"Yes, yes," I moaned, my head aching from being pulled way back. "I'm just shit, Walter, just crap! I don't deserve you, I don't! You should degrade me more, Walter, much more! I deserve this abuse, I do, I do!"
He laughed happily, nodding to himself, pleased with my reaction. He let go of my hair and squatted down in front of me. He whipped out his hand and slapped me again across the cheek. I was startled and shook my head as he cracked his hand back and forth across my face, the pain making my cheeks sting as if assaulted with dozens of tiny needles.
I began to cry for real, then. I struggled wildly against the leather straps that held me secure and I rolled over on my side with a hard thump that made me cry out in pain.
"You need a good beating, slave," he hissed, standing up and unbuckling his belt. He pulled it swiftly from the loops of his trousers and I sucked in my breath in fear as he dangled it from his hand. "All you cunts need good beatings now and then, don't you? I know you think I'm wrong, but perhaps a taste of the lash will change your mind! I think I will punish you until you agree with me, how do you like that, you little cunt?"
I gulped and shook my head, not knowing what to say. I saw him raise his arm and I really couldn't believe that he was going to actually hit me with the thick, leather instrument until he suddenly brought it down hard across my naked, exposed thighs.
Jesus, Doctor, it hurt like hell! I felt like I was a little girl again, getting spanked for doing something wrong. I screamed in agony as the pulsating pain rore through my flesh, making me jerk violently on the rug. I saw him raise his arm once more and I frantically rolled on the carpet, trying to avoid the blow. The belt kissed my other thigh with a thick, wet smack and the pain was so intense, it felt as if he had burned me there with a hot iron.
"Ohh, God, Walter, God," I groaned, shivering in the throes of the undulating hurt that was quivering in my flesh. "Stop it, stop it please! Jesus, don't hit me again, I beg of you, don't hit me again!"
"Silence, cunt," he growled, cracking the belt down hard across my belly, making me wail in pain as the cruel weapon struck my tender skin. "You'll take this willingly, until I'm ready to stop! You will tell me how much you deserve it or I will continue to beat you until you do! Understand this, whore, you are in my power! Unless you do everything I command, your agony will not cease! It will not cease!"
Again and again he lashed out at me with the belt. It stung me over and over and I was crying like a baby now, begging him to stop, admitting that he was right, that I was worthless and just plain shit. I was doing and saying anything I could to keep him from hitting me but he just kept striking me over and over until I felt as if my whole body were just one big welt.
Finally he tossed the belt to the side and stood over me, breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting rapidly with his excitement. He reached down and took hold of my pony tail again, hauling me to my knees once more.
"Are you ready to do as I command, bitch," he hissed through his teeth. His eyes were flashing wildly as I gulped and nodded frantically. "Good, good! A little cock-teaser like you ought to be a cocksucker, don't you think! Yes, yes, that's the right idea! You can suck my cock, bitch! You can suck it dry!"
I shivered, feeling sick to my stomach as I watched him unzip his trousers and pull his thick, semi-erect shaft from his pants. I groaned, never feeling that inhuman ever in my life. I don't mind oral sex, Doctor. I have gone down on Walter before, but it was always a prelude to our love making and he always did the same for me. But this, this was something vile and disgusting and just the thought of having to suck him to orgasm made my stomach lurch in a threatening manner.
But there wasn't anything else I could do but agree to his demands. I knew that he was determined to play this role to the conclusion and I didn't want to get hit anymore, so I sobbed, shaking the tears from my eyes and nodded meekly at his command.
He pulled my head to his groin, forcing the warm, pulsating flesh of his rod against my lips. I could smell the dank odor of his lust rising in his loins and could taste the sour sweat that covered his balls as my tongue ran lightly over the small, tight container.
He shuddered in a spasm of pleasure, moaning in a low, thick tone of voice, his thighs quivering involuntarily as the passion began to rise in him. He held my head steady as I began to kiss and lather my lips and tongue up and down on his growing rod, nipping at his flesh with my teeth. I could feel the fevered blood begin to pound along the thick, hot pole and the way his prick quivering violently against my mouth filled me with a strange sense of power.
Slowly I slithered my lips around and underneath his ball bag. I sliced and slashed with my tongue, driving the point of my spear against his nuts, rolling them across my lips as I lathered his hot, hairy bag. Walter gasped loudly and I could feel a tremor of wanting race through him as he began to breathe in and out in a rhythmic fashion, his fingers now absently caressing my face and hair in a lazy, circular motion.
"In your mouth, whore, take them in your mouth," he moaned loudly, driving his balls against my lips, forcing my mouth open. "Ahhh, yeah, I want you to suck on them, cunt! Suck on my aching balls real good!"
I stifled a sob and choked down the nausea I was feeling, and allowed the taut, hot bag to slither past my lips and pop into my mouth. I locked my teeth around his flesh and closed my lips tightly, trapping the throbbing sack tightly in my mouth.
As lovingly as possible I began to flick my tongue against the pounding stones that were his aching balls, driving them back and forth against my warm, moist cheeks as I blew and sucked on his imprisoned sack. He cried out in delight as he felt my tongue rolling his nuts around in my mouth and the picture of me bound with my arms and legs behind me, forced to suck on his nuts made him quiver violently with delight.
I could feel the come boiling in his bag, hotter and heavier than any other time I had been with him and I felt like shit that this was the first time I had ever gotten him this turned on.
He was going crazy with desire now and I felt his hands tugging on my head, pulling my mouth from his hot, pounding balls as he whispered in a thick, passionate voice. "My cock, now you bitch, suck my cock right now!" he moaned wildly, the hard, massive tool stabbing at my cheek and forehead as it waved uncontrollably about my head. "God, this is great, fucking fantastic! Yeah, bitch, suck my cock right now! I want to come all over your face, cunt, all over your face!"
Can you imagine how sick and degraded this made me feel? I felt the urgent, insistent spear stabbing against my teeth and I moaned in despair and opened my mouth, allowing him to slither the engorged head of his shaft over my lips and into my mouth. I locked my teeth around the rim of his helmet, lathering the surface of his prong with my tongue, while sucking hard on the fat, round bulb. .
He gasped with pleasure and bucked forward, driving more of his cock into my mouth as I desperately relaxed my throat muscles in anticipation of his invasion. I had never had his cock so far in my mouth, before, and I had to gulp and gasp frantically as he relentlessly drove forward, burying his shaft in the depths of my tunnel until I was sucking and nibbling on the very root of his thick, hot manhood.
"That's it, bitch, that's it," he moaned in pleasure, bucking back and forth while holding my head, riding his prick in and out of my mouth with a slow, rhythmic motion. "Suck on that cock, baby, suck on it good! Bring me off, bitch, bring your Master off real nice!"
Slowly he pumped his shaft back and forth along the taut, moist walls of my throat, the soft, gripping petals of my lips. I tried my best, sucking hard and dragging my teeth along his fevered flesh, lathering the plunging tool with my tongue.. My throat hurt from the invasion and felt stretched beyond its normal circumference but I knew I couldn't stop and I was grateful that I had kind of gotten used to it.
I think if things had been different, I might have even enjoyed doing it to him, for I did rather like the sensation of my mouth driving him so crazy with lust, but he was bucking and grinding his groin against my lips, pounding his cock in and out of my mouth at a frenzied pace and seemed not to care one bit if he was hurting me or not.
Harder and harder he slammed his meat into the depths of my throat. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin and could sense that he was nearing a mighty orgasm. Suddenly he was thrashing violently, rocking and weaving in an uncontrollably tremor of lust.
"I'm coming, bitch, I'm coming," he groaned in a thick, agonized voice. "Yeah, coming right now, cunt, coming all over our mouth right now, you rotten little slut!"
I couldn't believe it, that he would not want to have his orgasm inside my mouth, but instead, he pulled his cock from my lips and spurt his come all over my face. Gob after gob of the thick, sticky fluid burst from his shaft and splashed against my lips and cheeks.
I shut my eyes and tried to lick the creamy fluid from my mouth. I head him laughing happily as every bit of his semen was drained from his rod, then he was rubbing the hot, engorged head of his shaft over my forehead, squeezing the final drops out onto my flesh.
When he let me go, I burst into tears and fell on my side, crying uncontrollably. I felt ashamed and embarrassed and he bent down and began to hold and kiss my arms and breasts in a feverish manner. He let me loose from the bonds and before I knew it, he was at my pussy, eating me furiously until I came to a quickly thundering orgasm.
Melody seemed very, very upset at this point, and I saw no need for her to become overwhelmed by the pain of retelling her story. I suggested she return the next morning, assuring her that I would push back the rest of my case load to fit her in. I had a feeling she was in urgent need of help and I made it plain to her that I intended to give it if I could.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next day, Melody returned, still shaken. She looked as if she had slept badly and from the way she was shivering nervously, I felt it would be best if she got right into things immediately.
Ohh, God, Doctor, I was praying that that was the last of the experiment. I figured that perhaps, he had just wanted to try something. But the very next night, he came over to my place, with a box under his arm.
He drew out a set of handcuffs and a long, thick black whip and told me he wanted to bind me to the bed. I said no, not this time, and I meant it. If we were going to have a relationship, I wanted a normal one, I explained.
"If you don't do as I ask, not only will we not have a relationship," he told me in a cold, harsh tone of voice. "But you won't have a job much longer, either!"
Doctor, I've worked so long and hard to get to where I am, there wasn't anything else I could do! Meekly I took off the pretty nightgown I was wearing and lay face down on my bed while he cuffed me to each of the four posts. I shivered in fear as I turned my head and watched him strip his clothing off. When he took hold of the handle to the whip, I could see his cock growing as if someone were stroking it in a frenzied fashion.
I moaned in despair when he raised his arm and brought the whip down across my bottom. The pain was so intense that I screamed wildly, thrashing on the bed under his attack. It was worse then the belt, ten times worse and I didn't think I could endure such an attack.
He was laughing wildly, telling me again what a cunt and a whore I was, how I didn't deserve any better than this. The cruel strands of the whip slashed across my shoulders and I wailed in agony, actually feeling the welts rising up on my flesh as he struck me again and again.
The pain was so fierce that I could not think of anything but the agony he was putting me through. I wailed in a quivering voice, begging him to stop, asking him to do anything but this.
"I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry," I moaned, shivering under the harsh, hurting attack. Again and again the whip fell, the crack of the thick, leather strands meeting my flesh filling the air with a wet, sickening sound that nearly overcame the piercing cries that escaped my lips. "Oh, God, Master, do anything to me, anything, but this! Please, please, I'm not worth it, I'm not!"
I was babbling like crazy, trying to think of anything to say to make him stop. Suddenly he tossed the whip aside and climbed up on the bed between my legs, his prick slithering up and down along the damp, warm cleft between my aching buttocks. His finger ran back and forth between my cunt petals, rudely forcing them apart, coating the digit with my creamy lubricant.
"Ahh, yeah, bitch, now you're going to pay for giving me back talk," he hissed, his voice breathless with greed and passion. His finger left my womb and I could feel him rubbing the sticky fluid over his cock between my half moons. "You're gonna get my cock where you deserve it! Right in your ass-hole!"
I screamed in terror, Doctor, fighting the cuffs helplessly as I felt him pulling my aching cheeks far apart and placing the thick, hard head of his cock against my taut, anal dot. I had never felt anything so painful in my life. He was caught in a frenzy of desire now and I desperately tried to relax my rectal muscles for the cruel invasion he was planning.
Jesus, the agony of his cock slowly driving into my ass almost drove me out of my mind! He didn't give a damn how bad it felt. He grunted with the effort, pushing forward relentlessly, grinding and moaning as he pushed more and more of his cock into my tight, virgin bottom.
I was thrashing uncontrollably with pain, sobbing as I tugged on the cuffs involuntarily with the spasms of pain I felt. I gasped with relief when he finally buried his prick completely in my ass, moaning and kissing my shoulders as he leaned over me. "Ann, good and tight, bitch, good and tight!"
Now he began to pump the huge, thick rod in and out of my anal pit. Each stroke felt like a burning iron in my ass and I quivering and sobbed as he rode the shaft faster and harder into my taut tunnel. He rose up from my back, bucking and thrusting and thrashing with all his strength, grinding his prick inside of me, his groin crushing the soft, spongy curve of my behind. I shivered and rocked, praying that he would finish quickly.
I could feel his prick growing harder and harder as he powered it into my behind and then suddenly he was shuddering violently, the spasms of release tearing through him as the hot come spurt against my aching inner walls and the orgasm erupted in his pounding balls.
"Coming ... coming ... now," he stammered, tossing and quaking above me in a violent manner, the come filling my behind with it hot, creamy wetness. "Good ... coming ... good ... in your ass-hole ... now!"
Thankfully it was over quickly. He shuddered involuntarily a few more times then pulled out of me, sobbing with delight and sighing with contentment. He rolled me over, after freeing me from the cuffs and tenderly ate me out again, but I couldn't respond. And, now, now he wants to do more and more of it, Doctor! I don't know what to do! I hate it, I hate every bit of the game he wants me to play, but I'm trapped, Doctor, I'm trapped!
CONCLUSION
Melody had completely broken down by now. She was sobbing into her handkerchief, the violent spasms of despair making her shudder on the couch. I gave her something to calm her down, then strongly suggested she discontinue the affair with her boss at once.
If she lost her job, I told her, that was what would be, the most important thing was her mental health and I told her quite strongly that continuing this relationship could only result in disaster for her.
I know it how difficult it must have been for her to agree with me, but she promised to do as I said and left my office, depressed but relieved that she had found help.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Laurie S. AGE: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
Occasionally experimenting with different forms of stimulation can improve a sex life between two adults. Laurie S. is a case in point
She came to my office, very, very confused, but being quite brave about what was troubling her. She was charming and looked like almost any other woman you might meet on the street. She began by explaining her ten year marriage with her husband had been getting rather stale lately and then brought up the subject of B and D.
When Frank first suggested the idea to me, Doctor, I must admit, I was shocked. I mean, we have both been mad enough at each other in the past to come to blows, but the idea of him beating me for fun, well, I didn't know what to think.
But he had been reading about it and insisted we try it. He went out and bought all this junk. Belts and whips and handcuffs, I just looked at him like he had gone crazy. I was worried. I didn't like the idea of being tied up at all, but there wasn't much I could do about it, he was so damned determined to try it.
I put him off as long as I could, but finally, one night last week, he came home and took me right upstairs to the bed room without so much as a kiss hello. The kids were eating dinner, but he didn't care.
He made me strip down to my underwear, then turned on the radio real loud to muffle any noises we might make. I was on my bikini panties and a deep-cut flowered bra that held my tits firmly in place. I have a big body, as I'm sure you've noticed and the sight of me standing there half-naked, almost helpless in front of him turned him right on.
"On you knees," he commanded me, cracking the whip he was holding in his hand. "You have bored me enough! You have been evil and not attentive enough to me! I am your Master, you need to be punished!"
"Yes, yes," I groaned, trying to get into the role he wanted me to play. I was trying not to laugh, because it all seemed so silly, but there was a part of me that felt an excitement, too.
I heard a whistle through the air and then felt the sudden shock of being struck by the short whip he was holding in his right hand. It landed across my shoulder blades and the pain was so sharp and intense that I straightened right up.
I looked up at him, and his eyes were filled with passion as he spun the whip around his head once more and wrapped it around my naked hips. I screamed softly with the pain of the blow and fell over on my belly on the floor. Once more he brought the licking strands of leather down, this time flat across my bottom and the stinging pain made me writhe violently on the rug as he cracked the wicked tool against my behind once more.
Strangely enough, the pain was starting to turn me on. I had been feeling for a long time that I wasn't being good to him in bed and getting this kind of abuse made me very, very moist in my loins. It was as if he was becoming the kind of man I wanted him to be. Tough and strong, pushing me around anyway that he wanted to. When I felt the whip striking my thighs a few times, I threw back my head and sighed in delight, for the pain had ceased to be an unwanted thing.
I could see him cruelly taking me, ramming his prick into my cunt with a cruel passion and Jesus, did that ever turn me on! I let him hit my back and bottom "and thighs a few more times, then I rolled over on my back and moaned wildly to him, beckoning with my hands.
"Rape me, Frank, rape me," I moaned, shivering with desire. "Ohhh, God, hurt me, now, darling! Hurt me now! Tear my clothes off, fuck me hard and nasty!"
He was breathing rapidly, his chest rising up and down with an excitement that I hadn't seen in a long, long time. He threw the whip aside and fell down between my thighs. I punched at his head and he laughed, leaning over me and pinning my wrists to the floor with one, big hand.
His free hand roamed wildly over my body, his fingers curling in the front of my bra and ripping it from me savagely, then traveling swiftly down to my panties. He took hold of the sheer, flimsy underpants and ripped them from my loins, tearing them to shreds.
I was kicking and fighting for all I was worth. The game was so intensely exciting that I couldn't stand it. He dropped his head to my tits and sucked on them greedily while his fingers tugged on the zipper to his pants and his knees forced my thighs apart with a cruel desire.
"Take this prick, you bitch," he hissed violently, sucking one of my tits into his mouth and biting down hard on my trembling globe. "Take it in your cunt right now, whore!" I thrashed and bucked beneath him as he forced the huge, hot tip of his shaft between my cunt petals and drove it deep into my womb. I screamed in pain and delight as he ruthlessly plunged his manhood to the depths of my aching tunnel. I felt him grinding his belly against mine, pumping the thick, throbbing tool in and out of my cunt with a violent frenzy.
Faster and harder he drove himself at me. I was swirling in a mixture of pain and the most incredible pleasure I had ever felt. I couldn't help but delight in the brutal, uncaring way he was raping me. I gasped and sighed, shivering with every delicious stroke he so cruelly took against my helpless flesh.
I screamed at him to fuck me harder, to hurt me more and more and then suddenly an orgasm tore through me that was more powerful than any one I had ever had before. I was tossing about on the floor, crying out in delight, grinding my belly against his, using my cunt muscles to urge him on.
Laurie could hardly talk she was so excited now, and I felt it wise to give her a little time to calm down. I suggested she take a rest in my empty chambers behind my office and she seemed grateful to comply.
INTERVIEW TWO
After about a half an hour, she had regained her composure enough to continue, though I could see the excitement, which would get more intense, just brimming under the surface of her calm.
God, what a fuck, Doctor! It was marvelous. Frank pulled his cock out of me, then, still thick and hard and went back to the whip. He ordered me to stand against the wall, my buttocks flaring out for him to strike.
"I want you to tell me how much you deserve this pain," he said in a thick, harsh voice. "I want you to beg for your agony! I want you to plead with me to fuck you hard! Maybe, when you admit that you are my slave, I just might do it!"
Well, by then I would have done anything. I tensed myself in anticipation and was rewarded by the loving caress of the whip a few moments later when he brought it down hard on my shoulders, the pain racing through my arms, the blow so hard and telling, that I almost slipped to my knees under the attack.
I shivered and moaned wildly as he lashed my bottom and flicked the wicked tips of the instrument against my bare, quivering thighs. Each enticing kiss of the tool sent pleasing pains racing through me and I quaked and moaned, holding myself steady as he beat me harder and harder.
"Oh, yes, yes, I'm a whore, I'm a cunt," I groaned, thrilling to the delight of degrading myself before him. "I'm worthless, Frank, completely worthless! I'm nothing but a whore and a bitch, and you should hurt me, darling, hurt me bad!"
I kept saying this as he hit me, thrilling to the blows that grew stronger and harder each time he struck. When I glanced behind me, I could see his prick, hard and thick, waving back and forth in front of him, and the sight of it filled me with a hunger so bad that I could hardly breath.
I asked him to fuck me, then, I begged him. He laughed cruelly and dropped the whip to the floor. This time he didn't even wait to see if I was ready for him, he just fit his prick into my pussy and shoved it all the way into me, making me scream as my cunt was forced apart in the way of his driving shaft.
Deeper and deeper he drove the thick, pounding tool. I sobbed and shook violently, the mingling waves of pleasure and pain more delightful than even a few minutes before. He would not let me move, but forced me to stay that way, leaning against the wall with my outstretched hands supporting me, my ass far back, his cock slithering in and out between my thighs.
Faster and harder he rammed into me. He was caught up in the frenzy of his greed and his prick boiled and throbbed inside of me with a powerful, pleasing force. I loved the way he was slamming his prick along my inner walls, twisting and grinding hard against my cunt, not giving a damn how it felt as he worked toward his orgasm.
I bucked and shivered, sobbing and moaning under his brutal assault, my cunt wrapping tightly around the plunging tool, my pussy muscles urging him on. He powered deep into my pussy once again and then I felt him bucking and quaking, the hot come suddenly spurting wildly from his cock as the orgasm he had been seeking overcame him.
"Ahhh, Jesus, baby, yeah, yeah," he moaned wildly, grinding the exploding tool against my aching interior. "Ohhh, coming so good, baby, so God damn good!"
He seemed to climax forever and it was the best I'd ever felt him have inside me. I felt so alive I couldn't believe it! The tremors raced through him again and again and when he was finally finished, he slithered out of my womb, spun me around and pinned me to the wall, kissing me hungrily for a long, long time.
Now I don't care what anybody says, that's good loving! And if we have to play this little game to keep it up, I'm going to! All I want to know is how many other people get off on this thing?
CONCLUSION
It gave me a great sense of pleasure to assure Laurie that she was not at all in a small minority. I explained that her form of sexual stimulation was indeed a common one and that she and her husband should enjoy themselves without any worries. Seeing her happy face, relieved, as she left my office was one of the more pleasing moments in my work, I assure you.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Anna F. AGE: Twenty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Anna F. had one of the most refreshing attitudes toward sex that I had ever encountered. When she entered my office and sat down, wasting no time with small talk, I could do nothing but sit back and let her tell her story.
I have one problem and that's my boyfriend, Doctor. He's a little uptight about sex. Take the other night. I've been wanting to try out a little discipline, you know? Ever since I was a kid, I liked being tied up and I loved being abused. I never showed this side to him before and I think it scared him.
We were lying on my bed, just kissing each other in a petting fashion, when I suggested, as casually as possible that we pretend he was my daddy, and that I had been a bad little girl and he should spank me.
He shrugged, saying that he didn't mind and I quickly crawled across his lap, face down, offering him my bare bottom. He patted it a few times, rubbing his hand in a circular motion over my cheeks and I shivered in anticipation when he finally raised his hand to strike me.
"Ooo, I've been such a bad, bad girl, Daddy," I cooed softly, wiggling my butt back and forth, pressing my belly down on his cock which was throbbing gently beneath me. "Umrara, I need a bad, bad spanking, don't you think?"
He nodded, still a little hesitant, then he brought his hand down hard on my ass and the delicious sensation stung me deep in my flesh. I yelled in pain and he looked worried until I shook my head and urged him to go on. This time he really brought his hand down hard. The thick, harsh sound of his rough palm meeting my buttocks filled the air, replaced in a few moments by my delicious cries of pleasure as the pulsating hurt tore through my ass.
I could tell he was starting to get turned on by the idea, becaused he shifted his body to get more comfortable and then cracked his fingers down on my ass in a stiffly held hand and sighed in pleasure as the pain stung the both of us.
"Bad, bad little girl," he said, his voice rather tight and thick as he rained a few more spanks down on my ample behind. "I have to make you cry, you've been so bad! Bad, bad little girl!"
Oooo, Doctor, did it ever feel good! I just loved the way it felt like a hundred different needles stabbing into my bottom each time his big, strong palm slammed into my butt. He didn't know it, but I was getting more and more excited with each lovely blow and my pussy was on fire. The cunt juice was pouring out of me now and the way his cock was rubbing up against my clit as I lay across his lap was bringing me closer and closer to a wild, thrilling orgasm.
Harder and harder he hit me. Each blow sent tingling waves of ecstasy racing through me and I could hardly breathe I felt so good. I lifted my bottom to meet the blows and rode them down, rubbing his prick harder against my loins each time. I was gasping for breath, the aching need bursting in my womb when he started hitting me with both hands, one after the other.
He really, really didn't know how he was affecting me, because all of a sudden I started to come, the thick, creamy fluid bursting from my pussy and covering his thighs as I tossed and jerked beneath his wild, slapping hands. I screamed and shivered, rocking up and down on his lap until the orgasm was tearing me apart and he couldn't even hit me anymore. God, it was beautiful, the best one I'd had in a long time.
I must admit that her energy and excitement was getting to even me at this point and I was glad to call a halt to her story, since it was so near lunch time. She gave me a grin and a wicked wink and promised to return in an hour to conclude her story.
INTERVIEW TWO
I hardly had time to seat myself after lunch, when Anna walked in and resumed her story without even saying hello, as if she had only paused for a moment to catch her breath.
Well, as you can imagine, Dave was pretty shocked. I was lying across his thighs, sobbing for breath, my come coating his thighs, my pussy still rubbing against his prick. As far as I was concerned, we had just started.
I slipped off the bed to the floor and told him to start whipping me with his belt. I was so turned on I couldn't wait. I knew that if he would just try it, he'd love it. I could see he was a little anxious, so I reached up and gave the head of his cock a real hard pinch.
He yelped in anger and swung the belt at my shoulders with a reflex action. I screamed in pain and he brought it down again, cursing me wildly. That's all it took to get him going, because after that, he started hitting me without any more stimulation on my part.
I sobbed and begged him for mercy, promising never to be bad again. His eyes were flashing with an angry, insane fire as he snapped the belt out and licked the wicked tip of it across my bare buttocks. I lay face down on the floor, writhing in a helpless fashion, offering him all the exposed and defenseless flesh that I could.
Harder and harder he slammed the thick, wide leather against my naked back and quivering thighs. When I turned up to look at him, I could see his prick, thick and pounding wildly, the hot blood tearing through it as he rained blow after blow down upon me. I wasn't trying to escape at all, just pretending to get away.
"You rotten bitch, you little slut," he hissed through his teeth, lashing with all his might at the soft, creamy backs of my thighs, the blow sending a rolling wave of pain racing through me that almost took my breath away. "Whore, God damn whore!"
He was beside himself with passion now, and that's just how I wanted it. I loved the thick, wet sound the belt made when it connected with my flesh and when I screamed, it was impossible to keep the ecstasy out of my voice as I suffered through my exquisite agony over and over.
I begged him to hit me harder. I called him names and sobbed each time he responded with a vicious blow. I shuddered under his attack, feeling the thick, red welts coming up all over my flesh as I rolled and quaked under the never-ending assault.
Harder and faster he brought the belt down upon me. I wailed over and over in a long cry of tortured agony. The belt stung my ass and tore into my back, each blow was an extension of the last and they seemed to be locked together in luscious pain that would never leave me.
Poor Dave was growing arm weary by now, the sweat popping out over his forehead, his thighs trembling with the aching need he had in his balls and the intense effort of giving me so much delicious abuse. Finally his arm dropped and I could see he could not hit me anymore.
Lovingly I drew myself up in front of him and caught his prick between my lips. He groaned loudly as I drew the rod into my mouth, sucking hard on it, relaxing my throat muscles, gathering all of the lovely, thick shaft into the depths of my tunnel.
Jesus, I loved sucking him off! I bobbed my head up and down on his prick twisting and turning, my fingers kneading and caressing his balls until he was crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, so powerful was his need.
His hands gripped my head as I pumped my lips up and down on the huge, throbbing prong. His cock was burning hot and I could feel his come boiling in his bag as I squeezed it tightly in my fist. I powered his prick in and out of my mouth with a frenzy of wanting, thrilling to how it pounded so wildly against my inner walls and the way I could tell he would soon be exploding in my mouth.
I sucked as hard as I could on the traveling prong, dragging my teeth along his flesh, lathering every inch of the burning spear with my tongue. He was rocking and swaying from left to right and I could feel his whole center of being in the tip of his prick as his moment arrived.
His orgasm was so intense that he couldn't even speak, merely sob and groan in relief as the harsh, rocking spasms tore through him and the creamy, steaming come spurt into my eager mouth and I sucked and drank all of the precious fluid.
Again and again he came, wave after thick, sticky wave of semen bursting into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, lathering the exploding tip of his shaft with my tongue, squeezing the luscious milk of his passion out of his balls with my hands. Finally, he pulled away from me and stumbled backward onto the bed, breathing laboriously, completely drained and spent of every bit of desire and need.
And the only reason I'm here, Doctor, is that I want to try a few other things out. I kind of like this beating and slavery thing and if I can get a Doctor to convince him it's not sick, I'm sure he'll go along. Will you do that for me, Doctor, I sure would appreciate it?
CONCLUSION
I must say that I had to laugh a bit at her request. I quickly explained that I was only amused at her obvious pleasure in her love life. I assured her that if her boyfriend wished to talk to me, I would explain that as long as no one is hurt, nothing between two adults is to be considered a sign of illness on their part. It is basically a healthy expression of a sexual desire, as long as no one really gets hurt badly in any physical way.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Charlotte G. AGE: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Charlotte is a beautiful black girl who wears her hair cut short in the typical black afro style. She has dark eyes and high cheek bones, which were accentuated quite magnificently with just the slightest bit of rouge. Her lips are thin and almost heart-shaped, and her teeth look pearly white against her dark brown skin.
When she came to see me she was wearing a lavender turtleneck sweater that was tight enough to reveal the full curve of her somewhat large breasts, and even the fullness of her thick-looking nipples which seemed to be pressing against the sweater material and begging for freedom.
She wore a pair of tight blue jeans and high black leather boots, and her overall look was most appealing.
She was also quite eager to talk, which I found refreshing. However, she had a tendency to be a little bit theatrical, which was definitely understandable since she wants to find a career in the theater sometime in the future.
If it hadn't been for the yearning desire I have to be an actress, I imagine that none of what happened ever would have happened.
That's because I never would have been upstate working summer stock, and I never would have been associating with the kind of people who I did meet. Let me tell you right off, doctor, that you have to be totally insane to want to go into theater. I'm not generalizing, either. I don't think I met one person in all my theater experiences who was not a little batty, and most of them were a lot batty.
It's nothing really psychologically sick, you must realize. They just all seem to have other people inside of them dying to get out, hence the new persona that they take on when they go onto the stage.
I've always known that it was in me. Ever since I was little I used to perform in front of my relatives, and even though that's bullshit and every theater person seems to have done the same thing, at least it was a start for me and really, for all of us. Having the chance to perform in front of relatives, either singing or dancing, just showed me that I had something inside of me.
I knew that I could never start to look for a nine to five job after I finished school because everyone I knew in that type of set-up seemed to be bored out of their ever-loving minds. I always dreamed that my life would be more exciting.
Now I haven't even told you what happened to me, but it's quite simple. There's this scene in the play that we were doing in stock, where I, as the leading actress, get tied up to a stake and burned. It's a take off on the Saint Joan story, although there are quite a few variations.
Well, the last night of the play, we were having this party, and one of the actors led me to the stake. Jokingly, he tied me up, and before I knew what was happening, he was having his way with me, something he'd wanted to do all summer.
Now the party was going on only a few hundred yards away, and since it was late at night and rather quiet, I easily could have screamed and someone would have come to rescue me in an instant.
But the thing was, I happened to have gotten off on Bill, and when I saw his cock starting to stiffen in his pants, I knew that I wanted it as much as he wanted me. And you might think that the bondage might have thrown me off, but I was thrilled that he wanted me so much that he was willing to tie me up for it.
No, that's a lie. I guess you can see through it, or maybe I'm only reading into the look on your face. The truth of the matter was, it had always been my fantasy to be tied up. There was always something so theatrical about it, if you know what I mean, and you even do start to act a little as you get into it and play the bondage game.
That's a lie, too, in a way.
I mean, it's truthful in parts, but there's really an even greater reason why I was so willing to go along with what was happening. However, it's a little hard for me to talk about it because I've never told anyone else about it in my life.
But that's what I'm here for, doctor, so this is a first for me, and you're the one who's going to hear it.
You see, when I was growing up, my parents were struggling with money. My mother had to go out and get a job when I was seven to subsidize my father's income, and ever since that time, I remember that there was a lot more tension in our house. First of all, we lived in a one room apartment, and so, you could really feel it strong. And second, my father really never wanted my mother to work, but she insisted because he just couldn't pay off all the bills.
I don't know how early in life I learned about sex, but there's a vision in my mind that dates back to when I was four or five. I remember waking up and looking over on the other side of the room, near the convertible couch bed where my parents used to sleep. I could see forms moving in the darkness.
My father's black skin was darker than mine, so in the dark, he hardly showed up. But I could see his two black buttocks, and his sweaty back and legs. His ass was moving up and down slowly, almost rhythmically. I could hear a low moan coming from him, and then I heard my mother moaning, too.
"Oh, yeah, Buddy baby. That feels so nice. Do it nice and slow and I'll be able to feel you moving in and out of my pussy. What a thick cock you have, lover boy. I've always gotten off on the thickness of your black meat, baby."
"How about sucking it for a while then, sugar lips?"
"Oh yeah. I'd love to feel it between my lips, hitting the back of my throat."
I watched as my father pulled back a little, then started to slide up my mother's body. In a few more seconds, I could see his ass up near her face. Of course, it was because his back was to me.
But my mother had sucked his cock between her lips, and I heard him moan even louder. I could hear her gagging just a little bit, but I knew that if there was anything wrong with her, he would help her. Anyway, she had agreed to do whatever she was doing (which I learned later in life was cocksucking) so I wasn't worried about the gagging.
Besides, my father's moaning was even louder, and it just about drowned out my mother. It was only when I really tried hard to listen to her that I would actually hear the gagging sounds, so they really weren't that bad.
After about five minutes or so, I heard her gag a little more, and my father started to grunt and groan. I watched as she moved her hands around to his buttocks and started to rub his ass cheeks. There was a bit of moonlight shining through the window by that time, and I could actually see the sweat dripping down his buttocks.
It was incredible. She was rubbing the sweat all over, and his ass cheeks did seem to be getting a little more tense as he came in her mouth.
Of course, let me stress again, that at the time, I didn't know he was coming. It was only when a cock crossed my path and I learned all about sex that I was able to put two and two together and realize just what had been going on that night.
I don't know how much come he had to give her, but it seemed like she was sucking him for another ten minutes or so after he had grunted and groaned. Then he pulled out of her mouth, slid down her body, and his ass started to move up and down again.
I shut my eyes then and went back to sleep, because as I told myself, that was where I had come in. Had I known about sex back then, and really knew what they were doing, I probably would have watched.
Because I will admit, now that I can be totally honest here, that I've always been something of a voyeur at heart. But, like I said, none of that started until after I knew what sex was all about.
But wait! There is another thing that I witnessed before I learned what sex was all about, and this was when I was eight, after a year of tension in our house because my mother was working against my father's will.
By that time, one of the additions to the apartment was a sliding door between my sleeping area and the living room area, where my parents slept.
I honestly don't know why they thought it would give them more privacy, because the room was still the same size and I could still hear everything that was going on.
But one night, I could hear my father talking roughly to my mother.
"You never listen to me anymore, since you've been working, woman. I don't like that. I knew it would come to this."
I heard a slap, and my mother groaned a little. That was when I decided I had to peek through my door. I slid it open just a little bit and stuck my head out.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My mother was tied to the bed. I mean, her arms were bound. Or rather, there was like a small noose bond around each wrist, and I could see how my father had pulled the rope under the couch part of the bed, then back up around so he could tie the other wrist.
For it was only one long piece of rope that kept her his prisoner, and I watched as he slapped her again and again, and she squirmed to try and get free.
She was completely naked, and they had a small light on so I could see everything. It was the first time I ever became aware of such a difference between man and woman. My mother's large brown tits were heaving up and down, and as I looked closer, I could see that her black nipples seemed to be sticking out more than usual. Her legs were spread, further down, and I saw the thick furry black bush there.
But the thing that fascinated me the most were her pussy lips, which were a deep red color. I had always been interested in mine, since the age of six, and I always wondered what really happened there. I still didn't know at the time, but I could see that my mother's looked much fuller and richer, and they were even getting wetter as my father slapped her around some more.
I saw a trickle of wetness glistening on her thigh, and my father even ran his fingers down there, touched the wet pussy juices, brought his fingers up to his nose, then inhaled deeply as he moaned.
"You really love it this way, don't you, woman?" he asked her.
"No," she said. "You let me up, mister, or I'll kill ya when I get up."
My father was still dressed, and he started to laugh when she said that.
"You won't kill me, baby. All I gotta do is take out my magic wand and that's gonna shut up your nigger mouth."
. She started to laugh, and then, he stood up. He started to unbutton his shirt slowly, and I was looking at him as intently as she was.
As he took off his shirt, I noticed that his black nipples seemed to be stiff, too. He had a few black curls around each nipple, and he rubbed his palms over his chest and kept smiling at her. I wish I could have read his mind so I knew what he was thinking.
Anyway, then he started to pull down his pants. First he kicked off his shoes, and he purposely kicked them in her direction so that one of them landed on her belly, after flying through the air of course. He laughed at that, and I felt like laughing, too, but just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Then, he opened his pants and let them slide down around his legs. He was only wearing a pair of jockey shorts then, white, and they looked so nice against his brown skin. I could see what a huge bulge he had inside his shorts, and he moved his hand there and rubbed himself.
"Now, what do you say, woman? Do you want to see the magic wand?"
"Let me up, mister," she said to him. "I don't like this none."
He stooped down, and then I watched as he pulled his belt out of his pants. He pulled his arm back and then lashed her across the belly with the belt. It made such a loud cracking sound, and I heard her grunt. He hit her again and again, on the belly, while he told her that she'd better learn to like it.
"It's the only way I'll feel like the man around here, with you working and all."
My mother was crying a little, but as I looked at her cunt lips, I could see that they were pursing a little bit, and getting even wetter than they had been before.
I knew, later in life, that it meant she really seemed to be loving what was going on, but at the time, my heart went out to her. But you can understand why I felt like I shouldn't interfere, and I didn't.
He hit her a few more times, and then, she started to beg him for his magic wand.
I watched as he chuckled a little, then let the belt fall to the floor as he moved his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.
His hard cock sprung right out, sticking straight out at a ninety degree angle from his belly and crotch and I couldn't get over it. I had never really seen him hard before, but I had seen him limp. The change from one state to the other was amazing. His cock was five times the length, and at least four times as thick. It had to be about nine or ten inches long.
Then there were those two hanging balls of his, which seemed to be hanging pretty low in his sack. When he walked toward her, I watched the way they bounced up and down. It was almost as if they were dancing.
You see what I mean about me and theater. I couldn't help but think that this whole thing they were doing was so theatrical, like they were acting it all out.
He took hold of his cock, at the base, and leaned down as he started to rub it against my mother's mouth. At first, she kept looking forward, and didn't even turn to acknowledge him, even though his cock head was touching her lips.
But he seemed to know what he was doing, and the right amount of talking had its effect on her, too.
"Come on, woman," he said. "You open that luscious mouth of yours and take your daddy's big old dick into your mouth. I wanna feel all that hot saliva you always got so much of, and some good tongue action like you usually do."
I could see that she was starting to smile a little, too, and I guess his words were getting to her. Because all of a sudden, I watched as her red tongue started to stick its way out of her mouth, and she was soon flicking it back and forth over his thick cock head. He moaned as soon as she touched him, and as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, he moved closer, forcing it in.
I watched as my mother managed to take his entire cock into her mouth, and this time, as opposed to the other time when I saw them, I could actually see everything. For this time, my father was standing on the side of my mother, and I saw her down his whole cock, and nestle her head in his crotch.
His balls were pressed against her chin, and he was moaning like crazy. He moved one hand down to her tit and started to pluck at her nipple gently, and I could see her cunt getting wet again. Her nipple was growing even more under his touch, and soon, he was leaning over and letting his fingers wander near her pussy.
"Yeah, take that dick down, mama," he said to her. "You take my hot dick and I'll do some nice work on your hot cunt."
He spread her pussy lips with his fingers, and I could see this small thing in her cunt, sticking out now. It was her clit, which I didn't know until years later. However, when my father found it, he started to flick it back and forth with his finger.
, Then, he leaned forward, moved his mouth to her cunt, and started to suck on it. I watched as she bucked her hips up and down, hitting his face with her pussy as she fed it to him, and I could even hear the sounds of skin slapping skin.
She started to moan so loud, and I could hear all kinds of sucking sounds coming from both of them. Then, I watched as a steady flow of wetness started to drip out of her pussy, and my father's red tongue was licking it all up.
He stood up then and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He moved his hand to the shaft and started to jerk himself fast, and suddenly, I could see all this white cream shooting out of his dick. It landed on her tits, at first, and then he pointed his cock toward her mouth and she opened wide.
He shot the rest of his come onto her tongue, and she kept her mouth open as wide as she could, still moaning the whole time as he fed her. I was a little shocked to see her with her mouth open so wide, eager to take in his come. But that was long ago. Now that I know what it tastes like, I can understand her.
He kept jerking on his cock, until there was no more come, and even past that point. My father was the only guy I've ever known or seen who could keep his cock hard after coming, because that was just what he did.
By jerking his dick after shooting into her mouth, he was able to keep the hard-on, and when he moved between her legs and pushed her legs up over her head, I knew that he was getting ready to enter her.
When he first taunted her with his cock, rubbing it against her pussy but not entering her right away, I noticed how she really tried to break free from the ropes. She was squirming like crazy, and I know now that the only reason she did it was because she probably didn't like him teasing her like that. Had she been free, she most--likely would have reached for his dick and pulled him right into her.
He did enter her eventually, and it was with one long thrust. I heard her start to moan, and she pleaded with him to let her arms free so she could rub his back and even move her hands down over his buttocks.
But he didn't free her until much later. He kept fucking her as hard and fast as he wanted to, and I could see the sweat building up on his ass again. He was grunting and groaning throughout the entire fuck.
I don't know how long it lasted, but there was a point when I saw his buttocks get so taut, and he moaned the loudest. He thrust himself into her cunt and stayed there, and I know now that he was filling her with his come at the time.
I went back to bed after he pulled out and refused to untie her still, and I really don't know what else he did to her, although I did hear some more talk about her giving up her job, and the belt did crack a few more times, most--likely against her skin.
I suspected that he whipped her arms, too, because for the next few days, even though it was the middle of summer, my mother was wearing long sleeve blouses, and I don't know any other reason why she would have done something like that except to cover up whipping scars. But I could have been wrong.
Anyway, you can't imagine what kind of an effect witnessing something like that had on me. It was a most incredible effect.
No, doctor, it wasn't fear. If anything, it was an intense fascination with sex, and the acting that was done when you were having sex.
They had both been playing roles, so it seemed, just like an aGtor or an actress would play a role, and they had both been getting into it. I mean, my mother had been coming even when she was getting whipped, it was quite obvious from her pucsy lips, and that made me wonder about things.
I didn't know if she had been acting out her orgasm, or really feeling it. Of course, from the looks of her wet pursing pussy lips, she couldn't have been acting.
I know that I was intrigued with the idea of sex for the longest time. I never really witnessed anymore bondage scenes between the two of them. I know that they went on because I could hear it, and one day, I even found a large leather whip. I was looking through my mother's drawer to try and find some eyeliner, and there was the whip, lying under a whole bunch of clothing.
I first became aware of my own sexuality at about age twelve. I started to develop at eleven, with my first patch of pussy hair growing in. My tits started to bud, and I remember that a lot of my friends were jealous of me.
My mother was a very cool person when it came to telling me about the facts of life. She noticed how I was developing, and she took me aside one day and told me all that I would have to know about making it with a man.
However, she didn't mention anything about the bondage and beating, and I didn't have the nerve to ask her. I knew that once I asked her, she would know what I had seen and she would start to ask me all kinds of questions. I wasn't in the mood to go through a scene like that one, so I just heard about straight sex without ropes.
I do remember the first time I masturbated, however, and the thing that I was thinking about was the scene I'd seen between mom and dad.
I don't even know what position I was putting myself in in the fantasy. I don't know if I was putting myself in either one's place. Instead, I think I was just thinking about it and sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy at the same time.
I could feel my whole body tingling with this heightened excitement. It was as if every fiber in my body was sensitive for those few minutes, and when I started to come, I ran my hand over my legs and even felt the pleasure burning through me there.
I kept thrusting my pussy up and down against my fingers, and when my ass started to get wet with passion sweat, I thought of my father's dripping wet buttocks and the way he would sweat with my mother.
At least I knew that I was headed in the right direction, with the feelings, and the same kind of reactions that I had seen in my parents.
It wasn't until I was sixteen that I finally let a boy have his way with me. I don't even know why I let Jimmy do it to me, except that he had a cute smile, and when he pulled my hand over to his crotch and I felt his cock bulge, I was entranced. As he made me pull down his zipper and take out his dick, and I saw how thick and black his cock was, I had to lick it.
However, he wanted much more than a licking, and soon, I was as naked as he was and he was plunging his dick into my pussy. It was pleasurable all the way, without any pain at first, even though I had been anticipating pain because my mother had told me.
But even as I was coming, humping my ass up and down off the bed to meet him halfway, I couldn't help but think that something was missing. That something, in the end, turned out to be the ropes, but I clidn't learn that for four more years.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Charlotte came to see me, she was wearing a wig, and I couldn't get over how stunning she looked. Her hair was shoulder-length and straight, although it still had that same frizzy texture. It was styled magnificently, and she explained to me that this was the way she had played the part where she got burned at the stake when she was in summer stock.
She wore a peasant dress which was tighter at the top, accentuating her large woman's breasts. She wore a simple pair of sandals with the outfit, and although she looked quite different from the way she had looked the first time I saw her, she was still just as alluring and beautiful.
I wouldn't be surprised if one day she makes it big.
I think one of the reason I let Jimmy fuck me was because he got me so high. I'm not really sure. I did come well, and I remember the way I felt as my cunt was spasming around his cock and he was moaning loud. It was almost as if I thought that I was in complete control over this big nigger, and it was a sensational feeling.
When I first had his cock in my hand, and moved my mouth down to lick the tip, I felt the way he shivered. It wasn't as if he was weakening, or maybe it was. I don't know. All I know is that I thought that a man must have so much power, and yet, all that power was in his cock, and when the cock was controlled by a woman, she in turn, had the power that the man had.
Or something like that. It was all my own thinking, anyway.
But, like I said last week, I did miss the ropes. I mean, I wanted to know what it would be like. I couldn't help but think of what I'd witnessed my parents doing as one of the most theatrical ways to fuck.
From the time that I was sixteen through eighteen, I did fuck around quite a bit. I must have been with at least fifteen to twenty different boys, and all of them were different fucks. I remember having a talk with my friend Ruby about it one day. We were eighteen at the time, and she had been going with one boy since she was fifteen, and he was the only one she'd ever laid.
"You're gonna get yourself a bad reputation, Charlotte honey," she said to me. "You can't go sleepin' 'round with any boy comes your way. You gonna give yourself the name of a tramp soon, you know that?"
"Hey, Ruby baby, just 'cause you got yourself a steady man, that's no reason to go knockin' a girl who knows she don't need no steady man."
"How so then, baby?" she asked.
"Now you look here, Ruby. I been with a couple of different guys, and each one was different. I knew It was gonna be that way after the second one, when I felt how much better he was than Jimmy. And then, with the third, who was different from Jimmy and Fred, I knew that they would all be different. So you see, Ruby baby, I'm just broadening my horizons by letting different guys make me feel different ways. Course you don't know nothin' 'bout somethin' like that since you only been with Jake."
"Well, I'm happy with him, Charlotte, and that's what counts."
"Sure as shit does, but how do you know you can't be happier with someone else when you ain't never had no one else? Huh girl?"
Now I wasn't trying to get Ruby to be like me, but I remember that while I was in stock, last summer, I got a letter from her. She told me that she and Jake had finally split, and that she was seeing someone else. She told me that she thought I was right and she was sorry she hadn't listened earlier. She knew what it was like to experience different feelings from different men now, and was happy that way.
It was my drama teacher in high school who kept encouraging me to go further. She said that I really had a natural born talent, and I was always starring in the shows that they were putting on in school.
I could sing and dance, too, and I kept thinking that I would like to star in a musical comedy. I would have settled for chorus, too.
Well, one day, Mr. Posner, who was my drama teacher, called me into his office. He was a handsome looking white man with short black hair and a moustache and beard. He was on the thin side, and was always so theatrical, even when he spoke off stage.
He started coming on to me, telling me how beautiful I was and how he hoped I'd make it some day. He asked me to go out with him after school so we could talk, and I don't know how I ended up going back with him to his apartment, but I did.
Now don't go getting any ideas on how I fucked my way to the top. I didn't, and all offers he made to me came after we were through and stroking each other in bed. But first, we did get it on, and after he got undressed and I saw his skinny hairy body, I was quite turned on. I sunk to my knees fast and took his long dick into my mouth, and started to suck him for all he was worth.
I felt him moving his hands to my nipples, and soon he was pulling on them and making them stiff, hot, and receptive to all touch.
I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth shortly after I'd taken him in, and then his come was pumping down my throat. He leaned against my shoulders as he came, and I started to wipe the sweat off his ass.
We lay around for a while, drinking from the bottle of wine we'd picked up, and when he was hard again, I lay back, spread my big black thigh, and let him enter me. He was the first white man I'd ever had, and I was getting so hot as I just kept my eyes opened and looked at the contrast in our skin color.
His pale white against my chocolate brown was making me hotter and hotter, and I know that my cunt was spasming around his cock for about twenty pleasure-ridden minutes before I could feel the orgasmic tension in his body.
He looked at me just before he was going to come, and he had the biggest smile on his face. His forehead was dripping with sweat, and then, I felt his cock shooting off inside of me and filling me with load after load of come.
He kissed me hard on the lips and I sucked on his tongue, and when we came out of the orgasms, he started to talk to me about it.
"You know, Charlotte, I have some friends in theater. Oh, it's nothing that great, otherwise, as you can well understand, I wouldn't be working at a school. I'd be working in the theater. But these people are summer stock people, and it's a good way for a budding young actress to get some training. I think you'd be perfect in stock, and if you're interested, I can talk to my friend."
"Interested? Interested? Would I be interested? I'd love it, Mr. Posner, if you really think I have the talent to do it."
"I do. And if you don't have the talent, then you'll develop it."
Well, I went to see his friend, a Mr. Stepanchev. He was the resident director of this summer stock place, and I had prepared an audition piece with Mr. Posner. I was terribly nervous when I auditioned, and I didn't think I'd ever get in.
When I found out I had, I was in heaven. My parents even thought it was great, because besides room and board which they provided, I would be making fifty dollars a week. Now that wasn't such a lot of money, but for someone beginning who didn't think she'd be making anything and only getting experience, it was a lot.
I arrived there during the last week of May, and we started in on rehearsals for about six different plays, all of which would be running in repertory. That meant that the plays would alternate, and for the actors it meant that they had to know six or five or four different plays, depending on how many they got into.
As it turned out, I was in four of them. I had the lead in the one where I got burned at the end, and the third lead in another comedy. Then I was in the chorus of a musical, which turned out to be the most fun, and played one of the servants in a heavy drama, which bored me. I was glad that I was only on stage a little.
That was basically how Bill and I got to meet, too. You see, even though he had a small part in my Saint Joan kind of play, I didn't talk with him too much because I was on stage most of the time. But when it came to the heavy drama and he played the butler and I was the maid, and we were on stage and off stage at the same time, we had a lot of time to talk when we were off.
Bill was a tall, strapping man of about twenty-five, and he had been doing stock for a few summers. He loved my naivet� when it came to acting and the theater, and he guessed that it was my first year before I even told him.
He was a handsome man, and he kept making these overt sexual gestures toward me. However, I just laughed them off because it seemed like all the actors were into doing the same kind of thing. I didn't think that he was ever serious.
Sometimes, he would tell me a joke right before we were to make an entrance, and it took a lot of concentration for me to walk onto the stage with a straight face. I would usually yell at him when we exited, and he would always laugh.
I guess I was becoming closer and closer to him, although I was so busy with all the acting I was doing, that I hardly even had time to think about sex. I mean, we would be rehearsing during the day, and the performance went on at eight. They usually ended at about ten or eleven, and afterwards the director had notes to give us.
By the time we were free to just hang out and do whatever we wanted to do, we were usually too tired. I shared a room with a girl named Jenny, and she and I would just lie in bed talking, have a joint or a drink on occasion, and then go to sleep because we'd have an early call the next morning.
So it wasn't until the last night after the last performance, when we were all having our farewell party, that Bill finally had a chance to get me. The party was held in the rooming area, and at one point, Bill walked up to me, took my arm, and then started to lead me outside. We looked at the stars and spoke, and he started to lead me closer and closer to the outdoor stage.
The set was still up, and he started to joke with me about how I had gotten tied up two or three times a week on stage, and how he would have liked to have taken advantage of me when I was tied, except that the audience was sitting out there watching.
I laughed when he said that, and what happened next was all my doing.
I leaned against the stake to which I was tied, held my hands up, then asked him why he didn't do it to me then. I said that we were alone and he had the chance now.
I was only kidding, you must realize, but suddenly, he was taking a thick piece of rope, one of the props, and running around the stake, binding my two hands. He wrapped the rope around them tightly, a few times, then tied it.
I was really tied up then, worse than I'd ever been on stage. I mean, they would tie me during the play so that I looked tied, but if I wanted to, I easily could have gotten my hands free. But not when Bill tied me.
I tried to pull at them, and then demanded that he free me.
"Not until I do what I've been wanting to do all summer," he said, and he moved right up to me and pressed his body against mine.
I felt his lips moving close to mine and closed my eyes as our lips touched. He pressed his tongue into my mouth and I started to suck on it hard. I could feel his cock bulge starting to grow as he rubbed his groin against my legs.
Then, he pulled back and moved his fingers to my blouse buttons. He opened them fast and started to suck on my nipple, hard. I could feel him biting my nipple too, and when I protested, he pulled back. He reached for one of the whip props and started to whip me lightly. However, I could feel my pussy soaking up.
It was what I had always dreamed of, and what I had thought was missing from sex with all those other men. It was finally happening to me.
He lashed my tits a few times, and then I demanded that he pull down my pants and panties because they were feeling uncomfortable with all my increasing cunt wetness. You can imagine how eager he was to fulfill my request.
As he bared my pussy, he moved his fingers to my cunt lips and started to massage them. He moaned when he felt how wet I was, and immediately sunk to his knees and started to eat me. I felt him spread my cunt lips with his fingers and he started to suck on my stiffened clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. He eventually moved his hands up to my tits and massaged them as he ate me, and I started to thrust my pussy back and forth against his face.
Being helpless because of my bound hands was helping me get turned on. I mean, I felt as if I was acting again.
And the way I figure it, it works like this. There are two things in my life that I love more than anything else. Acting is one, and fucking is another. So when I get to put them together, and act while I'm in the middle, of sex, it's such a head trip for me, and I feel better than I do at any other time.
After I had come once, he stood up and pulled down his pants. I could see what a huge cock he had, and I started to lick my lips, thinking that I'd love to taste him.
You're not going to believe how he managed to get his cock into my mouth. I mean, I was standing and my hands were tied up. I couldn't stoop down, so he had to figure out a way to raise himself up so he could feed me his cock. He took one of the ladders that the set people used, climbed up a few steps until his cock was at the same height as my mouth, then pressed himself against my lips. , I opened my mouth wide and let him ram his dick right down my throat. As he started to thrust, I could feel him whipping my tits and belly lightly, for he had taken the whip up with him. My whole body started to tingle with delight. The leather felt so good, and my pussy juices started to drip down my thighs.
I loved the way his dick tasted, too. I could taste drop after drop of come leaking out of his cock head, before he even started to come, and that only made me more eager for the full, come-ridden load.
He was basically fucking my face, more than I was sucking him, because he would move his cock at his own rate, whenever he felt like taking over. There were moments when he would stop thrusting and he'd let me lick his cock, running my tongue along the underside of his pulsing shaft, and things like that.
At one point, I licked my way down to his two huge balls, and surprised myself by sucking both of them into my mouth at the same time. I couldn't believe that I had room for both of his big balls, but I did, and when I had them in my mouth, he was going crazy with pleasure. He started to jerk his shaft as I exhaled hot breath all over his groin, and then, he pulled his balls out of my mouth and aimed his cock there.
I watched as the first load of come started to seep out of the slit, and I opened my mouth in time to catch it on my tongue.
Then, he moved his cock back into my mouth and I started to flick my tongue back and forth over the slit. I could see how he was hanging onto the ladder for support, because his knees were starting to buckle as I worked at him during his orgasm.
After I took the first two loads in my mouth, I started to suck the rest of his come right out of his cock, and he moved one hand down to my tit and started to pinch my nipple again. That kept me going, full of enthusiasm and everything, and eager to keep sucking at him to keep him hard.
However, he didn't let me. Once his cock had gone semi-limp, he pulled out of my mouth and climbed back down the ladder steps.
He sunk to his knees again and started to eat my cunt. This time, however, he had a different approach. As he was eating me and I was thrusting back and forth, he moved his hands behind to my buttocks.
That felt nice, but then, he started to run his finger along my ass crack. I was getting a little nervous, particularly when he began to massage my ass-hole and try to force his finger in there.
I had never felt a finger up my ass-hole before, and didn't think that I'd like it. I began to protest with him not to do it, but because I was tied and helpless, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to do.
I felt his finger sinking deeper and deeper into my ass-hole, and he kept massaging me so well that soon, I was totally relaxed. It was the most incredible feeling. There was actually something in my ass-hole that, when relaxed, made my whole body feel relaxed along with it. That way, when I started to come because of his pussy eating, I really came. I could hear him slobbering up my juices, and slobbering is the word because I was coming so hard and there was so much, that he had quite a load to swallow on his hands.
I loved the whole thing, though, and know that I never would have gotten into getting my ass-hole fingered were I not tied.
So there are many good things to say about bondage in that sense.
I wanted to know how his cock was doing, and so, I slid my foot between his legs and started to feel around for it. I could feel his dick, and as I rubbed my toes over it, I felt the way he was starting to get bigger and thicker. I knew that when it happened, I would finally get to feel his cock inside of me.
He got another hard-on again shortly after I started my foot massage.
He stood up, and rubbed his cock along my leg as he moved it closer and closer to my eager-to-be-pleased pussy. He rubbed his cock head over my cunt lips a few times before entering me, and I must admit that those seconds were filled with total desire.
He lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his hips as he glided his cock into me with a forceful thrust. I could feel my whole body exploding with pleasure, and he started to thrust in and out of me with a full force.
Bill kept thrusting upwards so that his cock was making sensational contact with my erect clit, wiggling it back and forth, etc.
He moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard, pressing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it while he flicked it in and out of my mouth, at the same rate that he was moving his cock inside of me.
Well, we were both into the fuck so much, and we were both moving our bodies like crazy, that all of a sudden, with one forceful thrust about halfway through the fuck, the stake broke and fell.
We both fell to the floor, with me on the large pole, and him on me and the pole. We had to both start laughing, and luckily, it wasn't funny enough to make him lose his hard-on, or quite possibly, he was so turned on by that point, that even though we continued to laugh for a while, he was still sexually high.
It was a little uncomfortable to fuck on the. pole, but I was too much into it to even care about it while the actual fucking went on. And it did got on for about twenty more minutes, after which I felt his cock starting to throb like crazy inside of me, and then, felt his full loads of cream shooting right into my cunt and filling me over and over again. I was dripping with wetness inside, a combination of his and mine.
When he finally let my arms free, I rubbed my hands all over his firm black body, and he was so fucking wet with sweat, that I started to lick it all off him.
I picked up the whip and whipped him a few times, lightly, and we both had a laugh over that. But the thing that we laughed about the most was the broken stake, which had lasted all through the summer, but not through our final performance.
"Just think of how many times I was tied to it and it didn't break," I said.
"I know. But there wasn't so much pressure being applied to it then," he laughingly told me. "But I'm glad we waited until now. At least they don't need it for anymore performances, and that's a good thing."
"Maybe I'll take it home with me as a souvenir."
We laughed about that, too. I didn't take it with me, nor did I take Bill. We just drifted apart, but I'm planning to go back there next summer, and I hope he's going to be there, too. You see, I'd like to get into bondage more, and I think I'd like it to be a little heavier. I don't know why I think I want it super-hard, and maybe I don't, but I'm sure as hell willing to try and see how I feel. It could be sensational.
CONCLUSION
Charlotte is a mature, intelligent girl, and I really don't believe that she had any problems when it came to experimenting with bondage. She has obviously been thinking about it for a long time, ever since witnessing her parents doing it.
I feel that she is quite right when saying that bondage is a cross between acting and sex, because there is a tremendous amount of role playing that goes into a bondage encounter. It seems quite natural for two actors to try it.
Charlotte seems to have loved being tied and whipped, and I think that all has to do with seeing her mother getting tied and whipped, also, and the girl's own sexual nature. She is open and honest and free about sex, and that is one step in the right direction toward experimentation with bondage and discipline, and even heavier kinds of S and M sexplay.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Laraine D. AGE: Twenty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Laraine is a tall, thin redhead, with long red straggly hair that is quite becoming. Although it looks like she doesn't do much work on her hair, I'm sure that she does to get it to look so natural and alluring.
She has green eyes and naturally red cheeks, a wide mouth and pleasant smile.
When she came to see me she wore a T-shirt with the word LIB on is. I could see that although her breasts were not incredibly large, they were firm, round, and very appealing. Her tight jeans showed nice curved hips, and rounded, soft-looking buttocks, which, I will admit, turned me on.
Laraine seemed eager to talk about everything but her actual bout with bondage, and I had to encourage her when it came to that.
Sex to me is one of the greatest pleasures in the world. Wait, I've changed my mind. It is not one of the greatest. Instead, it is the greatest, and I think that anyone who thinks differently is denying himself or herself one of life's best things.
Of course, there are some aspects of sex that I don't like, and when I was tied up and taken by all these guys, I did hate it.
It wasn't the actual tying that bothered me, as much as it was the gang rape that ended up following the bondage. And having all those boys take me while my boyfriend at the time not only looked on, but helped, was quite depressing.
But I don't want to talk about that now. I think you should know about other things first so you know why I so violently objected to what happened.
My father died when I was pretty young, and my mother and I were very close because of it. She always wanted the best for me, and I loved her, and still do love her for that reason.
I never told her what happened the night of the party because it would hurt her too much to know how I was taken.
But she was the one who instilled the love in me, and the idea that you should love someone first before having sex with him.
Look, I lived in Long Island, and most of the kids there who came from rich families would fuck around as often as they liked. My mother knew that it was going on, and so, one day, when I was fifteen, she took me aside and spoke to me.
"I know that you're going to start having sex soon, because you're growing up. I wouldn't be surprised if you're doing it already, and so, all I want to tell you is to make sure that you feel something for the boy beforehand. It's one thing to just let someone take you, but you'll learn that it's better when you like the boy and feel something for him. You'll see, and you'll believe me."
I thought about it a lot. I had started masturbating when I was fifteen, a few weeks before my mother said anything to me, and I had fantasized about having a cock inside of my pussy. I would slide my fingers in and out of my cunt and think that it was some guy's cock, but I had no guy in mind.
I had gone to school with the same kids for years, and none of the boys really appealed to me. But then, when I started high school the next year, I met so many more boys, that my head was spinning.
I guess I wanted to fall in love with some guy so that I could fuck, because the first time it ever happened, I think I felt the love my mother was talking about. His name was Lyle, and he was tall with blonde hair and macho looks.
His parents were quite rich, and he made sure to flaunt the fact that he had money. The hot little foreign car he drove was fabulous, and it was when he asked me if I wanted a ride home that I knew it would happen. You see, I had noticed him about three weeks before, and I had loved the way he looked.
When he asked me if I wanted a ride, I was creaming in my pants.
He put his arm around me as we drove, and he started to stroke my shoulder. I was a little nervous, and I told him so. He said he'd loosen me up, and pulled out a joint of what turned out to be the most potent pot I've ever had. After three tokes I could feel my brains flying in my head.
Then I noticed that he was driving in the wrong direction, and he laughingly told me he was taking me back to his house because his folks were out. The house was like a small mansion, and I was truly impressed.
We went to the kitchen were he got some beer, then went upstairs to his bedroom. In no time at all, he was kissing me and thrusting his groin against my body so that I couldn't help but feel his hard cock rubbing against my leg. Then, he started to kiss my lips and my neck, working his fingers toward my blouse buttons so he could open them and kiss my two small tits and suck on my red nipples.
I kept thinking that I loved the guy, which was stupid of me, but helped me get through it. I also thought that he loved me, which was an even dumber thing to think.
He sucked on my nipples with such affection, as if he really meant it. He would hold one of them between his lips and flick it back and forth with his tongue so that I was moaning like crazy. The grass helped me, too, I know.
Then, he started to slide down between my legs and he pulled down my pants and panties at the same time.
"You've got a beautiful pussy, Laraine," he said to me, and he kissed it, as if he really meant what he said.
When I felt his warm breath on my cunt, I started to come lightly. I could feel my pussy spasming inside, and my juices were flowing. He moved his mouth back to my cunt, stuck out his tongue, then started to lick my cunt lips firmly. I could feel the way my clit started to stiffen inside of me, and he spread my cunt lips with his fingers and took my clit between his lips.
Then, he let go for a few seconds and smiled at me.
"How do you like it, baby? Hard or soft? Come on, you can be honest."
"I don't know," I said. "I've never had it before."
I think his hearing that turned him on even more, and made him more eager to finally get his dick inside of me.
But he told me that he would try both, and then proceeded to. First, he sucked on my clit gently, and I could feel my cunt starting to spasm very hard. Then he started to grind his teeth against it, not too hard, but hard enough so I could feel it. Well, I even surprised myself when I started to come even harder then.
He could taste my juices, I know, because he was sucking hard at them, and they seemed to be flowing right into his mouth.
He wiggled my clit around, pinched it, breathed on it, and did all kinds of things to me. I started to come over and over again. As one orgasm subsided, another one would start to work its way up over it.
He must have brought me off about three times before pulling away. He got up on his knees and then started to undress. I couldn't believe what a thick coat of black hair he had all over his chest, especially for a seventeen year old boy. I could hardly even see his nipples because of all the hair.
I could see the way the hair thinned down a little bit around his belly, and then branched out into his thick triangular pubic patch. Of course, I didn't see that until he was pulling down his pants, and when he did pull them down, I saw his cock.
It was a beautiful looking cock, and I could see the way the veins ran along it. He was hard and thick, and sticking straight out, almost pointing at me. I moved my hand to his dick to touch him, and he moaned. Then, he slid between my legs and started to enter me slowly, thrusting in gently.
I think he was trying to find my hymen, but unfortunately, I didn't have one. Well, that was unfortunate for him, because I really think he wanted to break a girl, but for me, it turned out to be good. I had been expecting him to hit the hymen, and then had been expecting a great deal of pain as his cock would rip through it.
However, with the smooth easy slide, there was no pain at all, and in fact, the pleasure began to shoot through me instantly. I could feel his warm cock skin sliding over my clit as he moved in and out of me.
I think God really knew what he was doing when he made men and women the way he did. I mean, I was coming like crazy because of the contact that our sex organs made, and I know that he loved the way it was feeling.
He moved his lips to my ear and started to whisper about how he could feel my cunt spasming, and how I was tighter than any cunt he'd ever had and how good that was. Of course, hearing his praise was good for my head, and made me feel sensational. I think I felt better then than I would have felt had there been no praise.
After fucking me in that position for a short while, he decided to change. He had me get up on my hands and knees, and then he shoved his cock into my cunt from behind. He moved his fingers around and started to finger my clit from the front, and as soon as he did that, I felt myself swelling again.
He rubbed my tits, too, and that was sensational. It amazed me the way my tits and cunt worked together to turn me on. When he pinched my nipples, I could actually feel the spasms in my pussy getting tighter, and I felt the way the muscles were working on his cock. Had I not been so wet, his dick would have been my prisoner.
But wetness, as he told me, was one of the things that made the fucking better. It made it easier for him to move, and me to move, and when he was about to come, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Here it comes, baby," he said, "and it's all yours."
I felt his come spurting up my cunt in thick loads, and his cream seemed to be hotter than my whole insides. I mean, I could actually feel a raise in heat as he came inside of me, and it was such a sensational feeling that I started to come a few seconds after his first load. I'd lost track as to how many times I'd come before then.
I was loving him so much then, for all the pleasure he had brought me. We lay on the bed together for a short time, and I kept playing with his cock because I loved the way it felt, even when it was limp.
I could tell that he liked me playing with him, and when he got hard, he asked me if I would suck him. He told me how much he dug me, and how he would feel honored to know that he was the first cock I'd ever sucked.
With words of encouragement like that, I was more than willing.
I started to lick his cock all over, as he lay on his back and moaned. I sucked on his balls, and licked all over his thighs and groin before trying to suck his cock in the deep of my throat. It was hard at first, and each time I moved down on him so that he was deep, I'd have to pull back shortly afterwards.
However, I was jerking his cock with my hand, too, and when he started to pulsate, he told me to prepare for a load.
I can honestly say that I didn't like the taste of come that first time. A friend of mine told me that it's something you have to get used to, and she was right because I do happen to like it now. But that time, I forced myself, and I kept thinking that the next time I was with Lyle, I'd love it more.
But there was no next time, doctor. He dropped me off at my house and said he'd call that night, but never did. The next day at school, I walked over to talk with him and ask him why he hadn't called, but never did ask him. For I overheard him telling one of his friends about what an easy lay I had been, and you can imagine how much that had hurt me. He'd just used me. He hadn't loved me at all.
I vowed then to never sleep with anyone unless he really loved me, and I told myself that I would have to be very sure of the guy's love beforehand.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Laraine came to see me, she was wearing a loose fitting Indian blouse, and it seemed to make her look more down-to-earth. She wore a pair of jeans with the blouse, and a pair of sneakers, too.
I could tell how nervous she was about this visit, because she knew that she would have to talk to me about the bondage scene. I encouraged her to remain calm, and told her that many girls have been forced to do things against their will, and that she should feel no shame over what happened because it was, indeed, forced on her.
I believe those words of encouragement caused her to loosen up enough to talk.
I was trying to show you how I felt about loving a guy before sleeping with him the last time I was here , doctor, and unfortunately, I haven't been too successful. I think that men are so flighty, and most of the guys I've known just don't seem to want to be tied down to one girl. They all seem to want to fuck whoever comes their way, and I'm really not into something like that.
While I was in high school, though, I did go with two more boys. I went with Mark for five months, and we were going together for about a month before I let him fuck me because, as I said, I had to be sure that he loved me.
Unfortunately, and it's never something that I told him, Mark was a lousy fucker. He only seemed to be concerned with coming himself, and I never said anything because on occasion, I would come. And I figured that if he did love me, as he said all the time, but particularly when he was shooting his load, then I didn't mind not coming myself.
I don't even know why we actually broke up, but it just happened, and that was that.
I met Richard my last year in high school, and we went together for the whole year. I let him fuck me on our third date, because that was how sure I was of my love for him and his love for me.
He was good, and I had great sex with him, but, unfortunately, love was not strong enough, and other things came first. He was interested in going to dental school, and so, when we graduated, we had to go our separate ways. I'd been accepted at a college upstate, and he was going to another college about three hundred miles away.
We said that we'd write to each other, and we did, for the first two months or so, but you know how things like that are. He met other girls, and I was meeting other guys, and soon, I began to realize that our romance had just been a high school one, and that I was maturing even more. I still think of it as one of the best things that happened to me, but I've finally been able to put it into my past perspective. I don't let the fact that we had to split bother me anymore.
Now one thing that I should mention is my mother again. She knew about the boys I'd been with in high school, for, as I said, we were close. She knew about my fucking Mark and Richard, although I never did tell her about Lyle because I was just too ashamed of what had happened.
I went with a few guys in college, and unfortunately, since the environment lent itself to it, I found myself fucking boys more often. After all, we were all away at school and there were no adults anywhere. Everyone had their own room, or shared rooms, so it was easy to go somewhere and fuck.
I fucked a few boys without even thinking I loved them, but only for experience.
I met Stanley in my senior year, and I honestly thought that I was going to marry him. Talk about naive. However, when I think about it more, he led me to believe that we would get married one day.
He was a very handsome boy, with short red hair and muscles. He was an English major, and hoped to be a famous playwright some day. I met him at the library, by accident, when we were both looking for the same book.
We decided that we'd share it because we both had to read it for our course.
I think that we first made it a week after we met, in his apartment off campus. We were taking turns reading the book out loud to each other, when all of a sudden he stopped reading. I had been concentrating on what he was saying, and when he stopped, I looked up at him. He was staring at me with such intensity.
We were just drawn together. We stripped each other fast, and I loved the way his body was. He had no hair, except for the patch around his cock and under his arms, and I loved that smoothness. When I spread my legs and he entered me, I was surprised. I had felt his cock before he entered me, and it had felt big. But when he slid it into my cunt, I really knew how thick he was.
It was incredible. My cunt really had to stretch to take in his cock, and he started to fuck me good and hard then. I wrapped my legs around his buttocks and massaged them with my feet, and I could feel his hairless chest pressing down against my tits.
I loved the fact that we both had red-orange hair, and felt that we did belong together.
When I knew he was going to come and he slowed down his thrusting, I started to move my hips up and down as fast as I could to keep up the pace, and then, he exploded inside of me, and thick loads of come filled me up.
We became something of a thing among our friends, and I even moved in with him. We never got bored with each other, and one fuck session seemed to be better than the one before it, so you can imagine how much time we spent fucking.
I think that if I hadn't put my foot down when mid-terms were coming, we both would have been fucking our brains out instead of studying, and probably would have flunked out. But I said no sex for that week, and I stuck to it. It hurt me as much as it must have been hurting him, but that's the way things go.
I had known him for about seven months when he asked me to do him this favor. At first, I was totally against it, but then, he kept telling me that nothing would happen.
You see, Jeremy, a good friend of his, and someone I got to know through him, was getting married to Marge, another friend of ours. They were going to be getting married a few weeks before graduation, and Stan, being the best man, was the one who was supposed to be throwing the stag party.
He was putting a lot of work into it, but then, he came and asked me if I would do him a favor and pop out of the cake. I had heard about things like that, and had always thought that those girls were cheap, cheap, cheap!
"Oh, come on," he said to me. "All it involves is your jumping out of the cake in a bikini, which would look sensational on you, and then dancing out. The guys would love it, and you'd be fabulous."
What I basically told him to do was look for someone else, but I said that if he couldn't, I'd do it. Well, a day before the party he said he'd been looking all over but hadn't found anyone, so we went out the day of the party and bought me a pink bikini to wear. I did look great in it, and still have it, although I don't think I'll ever wear it again. It brings back bad memories.
I was in the kitchen as the party was in full progress, and I didn't get to see any of the stag films which they were showing. But they were showing fuck films, and that must have been what made the guys all horny.
Because when I was wheeled in, in the cake, and then popped out, they all started screaming for me to take it off, take it off.
I was nervous then, and started walking back to the kitchen. But Stan stood in my way and told me that I should let the guys see.
He looked at me, and suddenly, I could feel how evil he was. He actually wanted me to strip for the guys, and when I tried to push past him, he suddenly turned me around so that I was facing them, and then ripped the bikini top off of me.
I tried to cover my tits because they were all cheering and hooting, and then, he pulled my arms behind my back. I could feel him tying my wrists together with the top of the bikini, and I couldn't do anything.
Once my hands were tied, and he did a fantastic job so that when I tried to pull them free, the only thing that happened was that it got tighter, it was easy for him to pull my panties down. I tried to cross my legs to cover myself, but there was no way that I could do anything like that.
"Here she is boys, here she is world, here's Laraine," he said, and then, I felt him kick me in the ass, sending me right into the crowd of guys.
I couldn't believe what happened next. I felt hands all over me, pulling at my tits and fingering my ass-hole and pussy. I could feel myself getting wet, because the mere physical touch was nice, and I was being massaged in every way possible.
Then, I looked up at Jeremy, the groom-to-be.
He had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking himself. I couldn't believe that he had the nerve to do it, but suddenly, there was a loud chanting coming from all the guys, and it was like a nightmare.
"Suck him! Suck him! Suck him!"
I didn't want to, and yet, they were all forcing me toward him. I could feel hands rubbing my buttocks as they bent me forward and Jeremy slammed his cock into my mouth. He held onto my face as he started to thrust in and out of my mouth, his balls smashing against my chin each time he was in deep.
I hated it. I started to cry, but that didn't stop them. They all seemed to want to get their rocks off, and suddenly, I could feel a few cocks rubbing against my body. I couldn't even turn to see who had their dick out and who didn't, but I figured that by that time, they all must have.
Then, I felt a cock rubbing against my pussy from behind, and suddenly, it was sliding right up my cunt, deep.
A groin was rubbing against my ass, and the cock started to grind away inside of me. I felt one rubbing against my thigh, and there were loud moans and groans coming from all over the room. Jeremy was the one I could hear the most because he was the closest to me. He kept fucking my face until his cock started to pulsate, and then, he shot a thick load of come down my throat.
When he was finished and he'd pulled out, I felt another cock taking his place. My eyes were so teary by that time, that I couldn't even make out whose cock it was. I looked up to try and see a face, but I couldn't.
But the cock was forcing its way in and out of my mouth, and whoever it belonged to didn't seem to care a damn about me.
I started to think about what I had said to Stan originally about the kinds of girls who do things like that. I thought that they were all cheap whores, and believe me doctor, that's just the way I felt.
Only I was being forced because I was tied. Once cock took the place of another, in my cunt and in my mouth. I was glad that no one tried to get into my ass-hole, because then there would have been some screaming and fighting like you wouldn't believe.
I think I started to feel physically sick after about five loads of come, but that didn't stop the next guy from moving his cock right into my mouth. Some dicks were smaller than others, and when I got a little one, I was relieved. It was easier to work on a smaller one without any threat of it working its way down my throat.
At one point though, I felt this huge cock in my mouth. It must have been ten inches long and so fucking thick that I thought my jaw was going to break when I tried to keep my mouth open to keep the cock inside.
My cunt was sore after about three fucks, but I was so wet inside that none of them knew it. And I didn't have a chance to say anything at any time, because after Jeremy's cock, there was a steady supply of them ready to fill my mouth. If I had been able to talk, you would have heard the curses flying.
Finally, they all started to pull back, and I heard some more cheering. I was able to stand up, and saw that they were cheering on Stan. He was approaching me with his hard cock in his hand, getting ready to ram it down my throat.
"You bastard," I said to him, and he shoved me down onto my knees and then forced his cock into my mouth so deep, that I started to gag.
He fucked my face harder than all the others, and when he came, I spit it out at him.
He slapped me across the face once, hard, and told me that I had embarrassed him in front of all his friends. He didn't even think about how he had embarrassed and humiliated me, and it wasn't until he let me up that I ran back to the kitchen, dressed, and ran back to his apartment.
I packed up all my bags, and he caught me just as I was leaving his house.
"You fucking shit head," I said to him. "I never want to see you again."
"Then maybe it's all for the best," he said. "Any girl that I'm going to marry will have to be able to get off on something like that. If you can't, then I'm glad I learned about it now."
"Oh, take yourself and shove yourself up your ass-hole," I said, and I ran back to the campus in tears.
Those last few weeks in college were pure hell, because I recognized a lot of the guys who had been at the party, and they all gave me sexy looks which I avoided. I was glad to graduate and move back home.
But to be honest with you, doctor, I haven't dated anyone since Stan. I placed all my trust in him and I don't know if I can ever do that again with any man. I think that they're all gonna turn out to be shitheads in the end.
CONCLUSION
I could sympathize with Laraine because I've come across" many girls who are searching for love, and end up getting hurt in the end. What happened to her was truly humiliating, and seeing as how she is such a sensitive girl to begin with, I don't understand how Stan couldn't have known how what he did would affect her.
I know that it is going to take Laraine a long time to overcome her hostility about what happened, and she will probably always be wary about the men she dates. I do hope that one day, she finds a man looking for the same kind of love that she is and that they are able to work things out together.
Until then, it's going to be a struggle for her to meet people and try and forget about her bondage rape.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Lydia D. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lydia is a cheerful girl with short black hair and blue eyes. She has a very sensual looking face, and a long sexy neck. When she came to see me she was wearing a loose fitting blouse with the top four buttons open. I could see an ample amount of cleavage which helped her give off a sexy aura.
Lydia has to be one of the happiest patients I've ever interviewed, and considering what happened to her, I'm surprised that she could be so cheerful. However, I didn't say anything like that to her because I did not want her to change her attitude.
I knew that I was never going to go to college, even when I was in public school. I've always hated school. It was like a fucking torture chamber for me to have to sit in one of those classrooms listening to the teacher spewing out all this bullshit.
I always knew that in order to know about life, I would have to experience it and live things for myself. Of course, everyone told me that I was wrong, but I figured that how the hell could they know anything. I mean, all those people who told me I was wrong were school educated, and since they didn't go out and experience things for themselves, I didn't listen to them.
I know that a lot of my attitude came from my parents, who were so free and open about everything. Plus, I had a brother who had run away from home when he was seventeen, and they knew it was their fault, so they were a little more free when it came to raising me and my younger sister.
One of the things that I knew I had to experience, at an early age, was sex. I knew all about it since I was eight, and I waited until I was mature enough.
The only thing is, I'm not going to tell you how young I was because you would probably freak out. But let me tell you that it was right before I started to grow my pussy hair, so you know it was young.
I didn't really feel too much the first few times I fucked, but then, there was this guy named Richard that lived a few houses down, and he showed me all that I had to know. Everyone thought that Richard was the town nut, because he lived all alone in this huge house, and always seemed a little crazy.
But I would always see him waving to me when I passed his house, and I knew that there couldn't have been anything wrong with him. He was so damned sweet and all.
One day, when I was young (and I'm still not going to tell you how young, but I'd already fucked around a lot), I passed his house and saw him beckoning to me. I walked up and through the door, and he was standing there with no pants on.
I could see his hard cock between his legs, and it looked so inviting. I sunk to my knees and started to suck on his dick, and I heard him moaning like crazy. He started to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth slowly, and I cupped his swinging balls in my hand and started to squeeze them.
He opened my blouse slowly and played with my stiff nipples.
At that time, I was only really nipples. I mean, I hardly had any tit to talk of, but he was getting off on how long my nipples were when they got hard.
I moved my hands all over his thighs and buttocks, and about two minutes after I had had him in my mouth, he started to come. He moaned so peacefully as his come was drained into my mouth, and I sucked my hardest then to make sure that I had sucked out every last drop of that pleasure cream.
After that, we both got undressed. He had a beautiful house, and I decided that he was only a little eccentric, but not super crazy like everyone in the neighborhood thought. Of course, if they had seen what I'd seen, they might have thought differently.
He took me down to his basement, and I could see that he had all kinds of torture devices set up. He had ropes and chains and whips, and when he asked me if I wanted to try something like that, I begged off.
He could understand, seeing as how young I was, and he didn't force me to do anything. I just told you about that because it was the first time I ever realized that people used other things when it came to sex, and that it didn't only deal with a man's body and a woman's body. There were dildoes and whips, and other fun things to play with if you wanted to add them.
But I was just still learning about my own pussy pleasures, and didn't feel the need to try anything other than his mouth.
And that was just what I tried. When I told him I wanted some satisfaction, he sunk to his knees and started to eat my cunt. He spread my pussy lips and rammed his tongue deep inside of me. I swear, he was able to keep his tongue so taut, that it actually felt a little bit like a cock working me over.
He played with my clit, sucking it, wiggling it back and forth, biting it, and doing all kinds of numbers on me. I could feel my knees buckling, but I held onto his shoulders and they turned out to be good support.
When I started to come my hardest, he sucked my juices right out, and when he looked up at me, his chin was bathed in my come.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, and I couldn't have thought of anything else that I would have wanted more.
He actually lifted me up and slid me down on his cock, and I could understand how he did it because he was so much stronger than I was. I've always been short and lightweight, but back then, I was really light.
You're still trying to guess how old I was, aren't you, doctor.
Well, I'm sorry, but I just won't tell you. I was old enough to feel myself coming, and that was really all that counted. And I did start to come good and hard the moment that he entered me, but unlike the boys I'd been with before him, he made sure to keep from coming for a while.
He really wanted to know that I was satisfied, and when he felt how tight my cunt spasms were, he waited until they stopped. Otherwise, with his thrusting at the same time, he would have come. And once my cunt spasms did subside, he would start to thrust in and out of me again, slowly, working me up over and over.
When he finally came, I rubbed his back with my hands and told him how sweet he was. He moved his lips to mine and kissed me.
I did go back to see him many times, and as I got older, he started to lose his interest in me. I guess he was a little weird in that way then.
When I had first learned to drive at age seventeen, my father bought me a new car. I thought it was so nice of him, but then, when I told my parents what I wanted to do after I graduated, I thought my mother was going to make him take it away from me.
For I wanted to drive cross country and see the world that way. I wanted to experience things for myself, and I was only eighteen at the time.
"Honey, so much could happen to a young girl driving cross country alone," my mother would say to me. "You could be hurt."
"I won't be hurt, mother. I'll look out for myself. And I want things to happen. How else am I going to know about the world if I don't experience things?"
"She has a point there, Wilma," my father said, and I knew that I would be able to go because he didn't seem to mind it.
I decided to leave the day after I graduated, and as my mother stood by my packed car, there were tears in her eyes.
She told me to write and call as often as possible, and that whenever I called, I could call collect. If I needed money, I was to write, and all that shit.
"And please, don't pick up any hitchhikers," was the last thing she said to me.
Of course, I told her that I wouldn't so that she wouldn't worry, but I knew that I would stop to pick up people. After all, I had hitched a lot before I started driving and I was grateful for every ride.
Besides, I knew that it was going to be a long drive, and who the fuck wanted to do it all alone. I thought that if I picked up some hitchers, I'd have some people to talk to, and it would make the ride more enjoyable.
But my first hitcher turned out to be a bondage freak, and a thief at that. Mom turned out to be right, but, like I said, it was an experience.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Lydia came to see me, she was wearing a pair of overalls. I thought that she looked fabulous in them, and started to think of her as being quite a nature lover. She had her hair pulled back, and so, her face looked even fuller and more beautiful than it had the first time.
I was quite amazed at the way she spoke of what happened to her, for where most girls would have been terror-stricken, she just took it as being another experience for her, and I have a feeling that was how she made it through when it happened.
He said his name was Joe, although he could have lied about that, too. He had short blonde hair, and looked like he was about twenty, but he could have been in his mid-twenties, too. I was never very good at telling age.
I saw him hitching and thought that he would be a good conversationalist. I will admit, too, that I was turned on by the way he looked, because he was only wearing a T-shirt and a pair of cut-offs. I could see a nice cock bulge in his pants.
He was very grateful for the ride, and said that he was going cross country, too. I figured we might be able to work it out together. He said he was from upstate New York, and ... well, I won't even go into what he told me. I mean, because of what he did, for all I know, everything he told me could have been bullshit.
All I know is that he was able to drive a standard shift and that was good for me because that way, we could alternate. We spent about two days together, and he never came onto me sexually, until I suggested we spend the night at a motel.
Now the only reason I suggested that was because we were beginning to smell a little from all our sweating, and I could have used a nice bed to sleep in. So we pulled into a motel somewhere outside of Chicago.
The man behind the counter was wary, of course, but we said we were married. He gave us the room, and as soon as we were inside, I went to shower. I couldn't have been in the shower more than five minutes when the door opened.
I could see his shadow through the curtain.
He was taking a piss, and then, all of a sudden, he stepped into the shower with me.
His body was hairjess, except for the patch around his dick and even that was kind of light. But it was his dick that impressed me the most. He was semi-hard, but a nice size even for that particular state, and his balls hung so low. His cock was a reddish color, and that pleased me.
He started to wash me, touching my pussy, and I could feel my whole body starting to tingle with pleasure. Soon, we were washing each other, and he started to rub his cock (which was fully hard by then) against my cunt.
Our first fuck took place in the shower. He lifted me up and pushed me against the wall as he entered me, and I could feel my pussy starting to spasm around him right away. He kept thrusting for all he was worth, bringing me off about two times before he started to come himself.
Then we cleaned each other off and went out into the room. It reeked of pot, and he told me that he had some. Well, I was more than willing to get high after about four days on the road, and so, we sat around smoking and talking, although what he told me was probably filled with bullshit.
We were still both naked, and eventually, we moved toward the bed. I lay back and he got on top of me. We started to kiss and caress, and he held my hands in his, stretching them up higher and higher.
Suddenly, I became aware of some kind of rope around one wrist, and when I tried to pull it away, the rope got tighter. He let go of that hand and grabbed my other hand and pulled it to the other bedpost.
While I had been showering, he had set up some kind of rope nooses there, and before I knew what was happening, I was his bondage slave.
He pulled away from me and reached for my belt, then started whipping me.
Christ, it was hurting, and when I threatened to scream, he stuffed a sock into my mouth. I know that my eyes were bulging out of my head, that's how scared I was, and I really thought he would kill me.
His dick was getting stiffer and stiffer as he whipped me, and then, he threw the belt on the floor and moved on top of my body. He sat on my tits as he pulled the gag out of my mouth and rubbed his cock there.
"Now you're gonna suck it baby, and suck it good," he said, and before I could say anything, he had rammed his hard thick cock down my throat.
I could hardly keep it in my mouth. It was so thick and he was fucking me so fast, that I thought I was going to pass out. I started to groan, but that didn't stop him. Instead of reasoning with me, he just slid his hand down between my legs and started to play with my pussy. I think that he thought if he would turn me on, I might be more willing to play along with him.
I wasn't, but didn't have any choice at the time.
When his cock started to pulsate in my mouth, I knew he was going to come. I sucked harder, in the hopes that he would come and get it over with. He shot his thick loads right down my throat, so that I hardly even had a chance to taste it.
Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stuffed the sock back in. . His dick was limp, and he kept tugging on it as he rubbed it over my tits. He liked rubbing his dripping wet cock head over my nipple. In fact, he tried to force my nipple into his cock slit, which was really something completely new to me. I had never seen anyone do anything like that before.
As he moved down between my legs, he thrust them over my head and moved his mouth to my cunt. He started to eat me, and he was doing a nice job. I didn't mind the occasional pinches and slaps as he licked me, although they intruded on my sexual feelings more than they added to them.
At one point, he had both of my ass cheeks in his hand and he was squeezing them so hard, that I tried to spit the sock out to beg him to stop. But I couldn't spit it out of my mouth, and had to stand for that abuse.
He started to bite on my clit at one point, too, and he was biting too hard for my tastes. I thought that he was going to bite my clit right off, because of the way he was grinding his teeth together.
He made some snide comments about me and how I wanted to experience new things, because I had been telling him that. He said that this was probably a new thing for me, and that he was going to make sure I really knew what it was like to be tied.
He took a lighter and flicked it on. Then, he started to move it closer and closer to my heaving tit, working it toward my nipple.
I felt the fire for only a second, and it was incredibly painful. But I'm glad he didn't hold it there more than a second, otherwise I would have had a charred nipple. Instead, the skin was just singed a little.
His cock was getting harder as he tortured me in one way and another, and finally, he spread my legs wide and rammed it into me again.
That time, he was more forceful than he had been in the shower, and I could feel a painful slap on my thighs each time he thrust in.
I can't say that I liked it very much, although I did come, and that's what probably made him think I liked it.
But it was too hard, and then, he pulled out of my cunt, pushed my legs back up, and started to probe his cock against my ass-hole. I had read somewhere about ass fucking, and although I never wanted to feel it, I knew I was going to. In the article that I had read, it said how you had to be totally relaxed.
Well, you can imagine how hard it was for me to relax, knowing that he was going to invade my ass against my will, but I tried a mind over matter trick, and it worked. I could feel my whole body relaxing, so that by the time he worked his dick into my ass-hole, the muscles were relaxed enough and it wasn't so painful.
I guess maybe those first few thrusts were, but after that, all I felt was pleasure. I started to moan a little, and he pulled the gag out of my mouth and moved his lips to mine. He kissed me, and I gave in to his tongue probing by sucking on it.
His cock was working over my ass-hole faster and faster, and I felt him starting to pulsate. That hurt a little bit, and it hurt me mentally when he slowed down, for I knew he didn't want to come right away.
But after about a half an hour, he did come in my ass-hole. I could feel his warm cream lubricating my ass walls, and then he pulled out of me. He went back into the shower and cleaned himself, then got dressed.
I saw him walk over to my wallet and help himself to some money.
"Well, Lydia," he said, as he stood by the door getting ready to leave, "I've had a good time with you, but now it's time for me to move on. I'll see you around."
He slammed the door behind him, leaving me tied and gagged. I didn't get free until the next morning when the maid came to clean the room, and I didn't explain anything about what happened to me.
I think she knew, though. And as it turned out, he hadn't taken all my money, but he'd helped himself to about fifty bucks.
So, in the end, with my experiencing life theory, I reason that it cost me fifty bucks to learn about bondage. But believe me, in my opinion I don't think that it's even worth five. If you're into it, that's cool, but it's not for me.
CONCLUSION
I feel that Lydia, who seems to be so open minded about things, is being a little close minded about bondage, all because of her one experience. It's easy to understand why since she was forced into it all, and felt what it was like to be a tied victim. She was also forced to take him in anally, which is something she had no desire to do.
And yet, I told her that if she is so open minded, she should not shun the bondage scene completely. If she meets someone and the rules are set, it can turn out to be a fun experience for all people involved.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Jeanie R. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
. Jeanie is a fiery Southern blonde with long, straight hair. I was completely charmed by her mannerisms and her accent. She has blue eyes and naturally red cheeks.
When she came to see me, she was wearing a frilly party dress because she was planning to go out afterwards. The dress showed off her vivacious figure, although it did seem to be a little out of style, and quite Southern in tradition.
I could easily understand why men were attracted to her, and how she ended up being someone's bondage victim. After all, just listening to her talk for a minute would make any man aware of how naive she is.
I don't know why men are always goin' after me, although I can't say that I mind it much, there was only one time I ever minded a man gettin' me, and that was when I was in France and one of those Frenchies got me. But he really got me, doctor. I don't know if all Frenchies are into it, but that one was into tyin' me up and whippin' me. I think that I ended up likin' it, but that was because I got a chance to do it all back to him after I was finished havin' it done to me.
I think that what happened when I arrived in France had a lot to do with me agreein' to go with this man.
You see, doctor, I had just graduated from high school, and my momma and daddy decided that they would send me to Paris, France for a graduation present. One thing that they didn't know, and if they did they surely would have changed their mind, was that my boyfriend Doug was gonna meet me there.
Doug and I had been seein' each other for years. In fact, he was the only boy I'd ever slept with until the Frenchie man.
I'll never forget my first time with Doug. I was about fifteen at the time, and we had just come out of the water after go in' skinny dippin' down by the lake. The sun was beatin' down hot on our bodies, and suddenly, I could feel Doug movin' his hand over my tit. My tits were pretty big then, and my red nipples felt like they were on fire.
He started to pinch one, and then he moved his mouth there. I reached for his cock because I could feel it growin' against my leg. I started to rub him, and he was moan in' like crazy.
He lay on his back as he asked me to move my mouth down and suck his dick. It seemed so big, but I thought that I'd be able to do it. I moved my mouthy to his cock head and started to nibble on it. He went crazy with lust.
Then he forced my head all the way down his cock, and in some ways, I was glad about that. I don't think that I ever would have taken him all the way in my throat on my own, and I needed that little push.
I sucked on his balls for a time, and then, I told him that I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. I know that he was happy to hear me say in' that to him, and I spread my legs and started to straddle him.
Ever so slowly, I moved my willin' pussy down over his upraised dick.
I felt his cock fillin' me like my fingers never had, and I sat all the way down on his crotch so that I knew he was in as deep as he could go. I moved my hands to his chest and started to pull on his stiff nipples.
"Oh, Jeanie," he was mo an in'. "You are one hot little bitch, you know that?"
"You just know how to flatter a girl so," I said, and we laughed as we both got into the fucking pace.
He would thrust his cock up and down while I rode him, and when my pussy started to spasm tightly around his cock, I rested on him. I could feel his cock throb bin' away inside of me, and I knew how close he was gettin' to orgasm.
You see, although that was the first time I had ever taken him in my mouth, I had been jerkin' his cock off for about three months before then. He loved it when I jerked him off, and I always liked to watch his come bubble out of the slit at the top and drip down the sides of the shaft.
It always seemed to me like a real volcano exploding, and it turned me on so.
I knew that his cock was gonna explode in my cunt and when I sensed he was finally reachin' that point, I started to move my pussy up and down on his dick even faster so that when it happened, he loved it.
I watched his face turn apple red as his cock shot load after load of his creamy come right up my hot pussy. I started to come then, too, and I think I had come about two or three times before the last super orgasm.
After I rolled off him, I could feel him licking his way down my belly. He moved his mouth to my pussy and started to suck out all the cream, moaning the whole time about how good our creams tasted together.
He even saved me a mouthful so that I could taste it for myself. I did love the flavor of our come, and he knew it.
Well, that was our first time, and we used to fuck as often as we wanted. Of course, I didn't want my momma and daddy findin' out about it because they never would have understood. As far as they knew, I was still pure and innocent.
Until the one day when they were out shoppin', and Doug talked me into lettin' him fuck me in my bed. Well, his fingers really did the talkin' as they ran up my thigh and started to play with my pussy.
I knew that we were takin' a risk, but I was willin'.
Well, as they say, the risk didn't pay off. Doug was still pumpin' away inside of me with that wicked cock of his, when the door opened and my folks walked in. He pulled out and we scrambled to get into our clothing, but my mother was openin' my bedroom door before we were fully dressed. She knew what we had been doin', and ever since that day, they've hated Doug.
That's why, as I said, I couldn't let them know that my boyfriend was plannin' on meetin' me in France. He wasn't goin' to take the same plane as me, because my parents would have seen him at the airport.
Instead, he booked a flight one hour earlier, and he said that he would be waitin' for me at the airport and that we would share a room.
You can imagine how good I felt when I was on the plane and it was takin' off. It was the first plane ride of my life, and excitin' as just that, but knowin' that Doug would be there was makin' me so horny.
I went to the bathroom and started to masturbate my hot cunt.
I slid my fingers in and out of my cunt so fast, that I started to come very hard. I remember that my pussy juices were just drippin' down my leg, and I had to take a lot of that toilet paper they had there to wipe myself off.
But at least it helped relieve me for a time until I got to the airport in Paris.
I couldn't believe what I found there. Doug was in a cafe with a young French girl, and the two of them were laughin' it up like they were long lost friends. He had bought her a few drinks, and when he saw me, he came up to me.
"What are you dein' with that girl, Douglas?" I asked, and he knew that I was mad because I only call him by his full name when I'm mad.
"I met her and she said she'd show me all around France. She knows the place because she's lived here all her life, and I wanna see it with a real Frenchie."
"But what about me?" I asked him. "You just can't leave me hangin' here with no one that I know to take me around."
"Hey, look Jeanie," he said. "What would you have done if I wouldn't have come here? Huh? Huh? What would you have done?"
"I don't know. I guess I would have tried to make it on my own."
"Then try it now, baby. See if you can find yourself a nice French man to show you all around, the way I found myself Marie over there."
And he just left me and walked back to her. I saw them get up and leave, and I was completely dumbfounded, doctor.
But then, all of a sudden, I felt a pinch on my ass. and when I turned around, I saw this handsome Frenchie man looking right at me. He had black hair, dark eyes, and a completely seductive smile. He asked me if he could buy me a drink, and as I watched Doug leave with that Frenchie bitch, I agreed.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Jeanie came to see me, she had her hair pulled up in a tight bun, and I had to admit that she looked much more like a fully grown woman that way. When I told her, she blushed, and thanked me for the compliment.
She was wearing a pair of jeans and a work shirt, and she looked very nice. I could tell that she was the kind of girl who was very concerned with the way she dressed.
He said, in his broken English, that he had overheard everything Doug had said to me, and that he thought I might like to have a drink and calm down. We went to the bar at the airport, and ironically enough, we ended up sittin' in the same place where Doug had been with that hussy.
He was a businessman, so he said, and he was off for the week. He asked me if I would like him to take me around Paris, and I told him that I didn't want to put him out in any way. Then, he said somethin' which made my head spin.
"Ah, but ma cherie, I would be more than happy to show you around my fine city. In fact, it would be ... how do you say ... an honor for me to take one as lovely as you around. No trouble at all."
I loved listening to him try and talk English, and as we started drinkin' more and more, he started to try and teach me how to speak French. It's a nice language, doctor, and I love the way it flows off the tongue, when someone speaks it right, that is. I was havin' a lot of trouble and he laughed each time I got my accent in the wrong place. It was a lot of fun, but soon, it seemed to be so late.
I told him I had to be checkin' in at the hotel, and he invited me back to his place to spend the night Well, I knew that he was goin' to want to make love to me, and the idea of it thrilled me. He was handsome enough, and I could see by the bulge in his pants that he certainly had the right equipment.
He took my bags and we took a cab over to his place. It was small and quaint, and the view that he had lookin' outside over the city was dazzlin'.
I started to get a little nervous when it came time for goin' to bed. But Pierre, for that was his name which I forgot to mention, started to get undressed first. He had a hairy chest, and a beautiful build.
And I couldn't help but think that he was a man, and not a boy like the one who had stood me up at the airport.
When he let his pants fall to the floor, his cock sprung right up. It was about eight inches long, and thick, and there was a lot of black hair all around his cock. I even saw how a lot of hair coated his balls, too.
The second he was naked, I felt a lot freer, and took off all my clothes. He moved close to me, calling me his cherie, and kissed me on the lips. I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy lips, and I guided him into me just a little so he would feel how warm and receptive I was.
Then we walked to the bed. He told me to lay on my back and close my eyes. I did, because I thought he was going to try and turn me on. But then, all of a sudden, I could feel him pulling my hands together, and before I knew what was happening, he was tying them together with a thick piece of cord.
It was so tight, that I couldn't pull my hands apart.
A flash of fear rushed through my whole body as I opened my eyes and saw him towering over me, holding a whip in his hand. He started to whip me lightly, and the more he did it, the more turned on I got.
I don't know why, doctor. But I have a theory. I was furious with Doug for what he had done, and no matter how much Pierre tried to get me drunk, I still thought about that ex-boyfriend of mine. When he was whippin' me, it just added to my anger, and somehow, it all worked inside of me to make me come.
And as my pussy started to spasm and my juices were drippin', he started to whip me even harder that he had when the first blows fell. But the thing was that I was gettin' more excited as it went on, so even when he whipped me harder, I hardly even noticed it. If anything, his whippin' me harder was just servin' to turn me on more.
He rolled me over on my stomach, and when he started to lash my ass with the whip, I loved it. My daddy had never raised a whip to me, although I know a lot of my friends who had gotten beaten for do in' wrong. I wondered about them as I rubbed my pussy against his silk sheets, and wondered if they had ever come while gettin' spanked.
As I thought about it, he started to spank me. I could feel his open palm whackin' down over my buttocks, and I loved it. When I started to moan, he knew it, too.
He moved in front of me, spread his legs, then forced me to suck his cock. I was still lyin' on my stomach, and he leaned over and continued to smack my ass as I sucked his cock. And let me tell you, doctor, that I never enjoyed suckin' more than I had that time. I could hear him moanin', and I was moanin', too, and I was so determined to taste that Frenchie's come in my mouth.
He knew it, too, and he started to fuck my face, thrustin' his dick back and forth.
A few seconds later, I felt his cock startin' to pulsate in my mouth, and then he was shootin' his cream down my throat. Well, it didn't all go down my throat. He pulled back and shot onto my tongue, and that was when I really got to tastin' him.
His come was sweeter than any of Doug's come, but maybe I'm just sayin' it because I hated Doug at the time.
After he had come, his cock was still semi-hard. He pulled away, and still keepin' me on my stomach, started to rub himself against my buttocks.
I thought that he was goin' to try and enter my ass-hole, and I would have put up a fight if he did that, tied wrists or no tied wrists. I am not a girl interested in takin' a cock up my ass when I got a cunt that was made just for that purpose. I can't imagine how it could be anythin' but painful.
He was just rubbin' his cock there to get it hard again, and as soon as it was hard, he started to slide it right into my pussy.
He slid his hand under my belly and massaged my cunt from the front, and I could feel my whole body startin' to tremble with pleasure. All my nerves were open to stimulation, and he started to rub my body to stimulate me.
I was sweatin' like crazy because of all the passion, and each time he'd thrust in deep, I would feel his cock patch rubbin' over my buttocks.
He made me start to come when he fingered me, and I felt my pussy wrappin' around his dick so tightly, that I knew he was going to have to come. He started to moan, and then I felt his come shootin' right into my pussy.
My spasms seemed to be suckin' the come right out of his dick, and I felt his chest hairs on my back. They were soakin' wet with his sweat
After he had come, he rolled off me and lay on his back, strokin' my behind the whole time. He seemed to love cuppin' my ass cheek in his hand and rubbin' it, and I was glad that he did it because I was still sexually high.
I asked him about the bondage, and how he had gotten into it.
He told me the strangest story about goin' to a religious school and bein' tied up by one of the people who taught there so he would be punished. He said he had always been fascinated with somethin' like that.
That was when I asked him if he had ever been tied durin' sex. He said that he hadn't, and I asked him if he would like it.
I knew that he would by his cock reaction. I could see it startin' to grow, and he untied me and let me tie him up. Well, once he was tied, I knew that I could do whatever I wanted to him.
The first thing that I did was whip his chest. I loved the way the whip sounded, and liked it better when he was hard and his cock was twitchin' each time the whip hit him. It meant that he was lovin' it.
I started to suck his cock at one point, and it was great for me. I could do whatever I wanted to do to him, and when he seemed like he was going to come, I pulled my mouth away and watched him beg me to bring him off.
I pushed his legs up over his head and licked his ass-hole. I loved the way that tasted, then sucked his balls into my mouth. He seemed to be go in' out of his ever lovin' mind when I licked his balls, and I knew that if his hands were free, he would have been jerkin' at his cock to bring himself off.
But they weren't free, and I waited for a few hours before lettin' him come.
CONCLUSION
I must applaud Jeanie for her openness when it came to exploring something new. Of course, I cannot forget that one of the reasons she got into it right away was because of the sheer physical pleasure she felt.
However, she was willing to reverse roles too, and tie up Pierre, whom I assume only tied her up at the beginning so that she would suggest tying him up. Still, Jeanie learned how to play the role game in bondage very fast, and that shows a definite sign of maturity.
I warned her that when she tried to tie up Doug, he was going to protest, most--likely, but she assured me that she learned how to tie a rope fast enough and tight enough, and that once she had him, he wouldn't be able to do anything to get free until she was ready to release him. Good luck, Jeanie.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Finally, we have seen that one can make no final, distinctive decisions about the practice of B and D. It must be left, in the end, up to each and every person who comes in contact with it. For some people, it is a delicious pleasure, for others, a frightening event of pain and humiliation.
Doris J. found that in her awakening body, many things were possible to enjoy herself and she was determined to experience them all and make her selection from them. Melody W. discovered that just loving a man is sometimes not enough, and that one has to decide whether the pain and suffering are worth the person to endure.
Laurie S., like so many women her age, found that love making can be as varied as life itself and that one doesn't have to go through a dull marriage, if one learns to be daring and inventive.
Anna F. knew that passion could take a hundred different forms and that even the must reluctant of partners can be drawn into a kind of pleasure if one is willing to take the time to turn them on.
B and D is not for everyone, but it isn't to be looked down upon, either. Passion is never simple.
