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GENERAL INTRODUCTION

There is something quite pleasing about being a totally committed sex slave to one's lover. When the role playing reaches a point where one is the master and one is the slave, the slave can benefit.

The slave can be forced to do anything that the master wants, and if that slave can learn to submit this way, she can learn to feel pleasure. Sometimes, being totally submissive means you do nothing but feel the pleasure.

However, there can be pain before that peak orgasm.

Angie D.: "My boyfriend knows how much I loved his cock. He can beat me, tie me, and abuse me, and as long as I know his cock will end up inside of me, I'm able to endure what he does, and love it at the same time."

Leslie C: "My mother used to beat me and tie me. She made me service her for she blamed me when her second husband worked out. I was trained to serve."

Amy I.: "I was raped, first by two junkies, then by the police, then by the doctors in the institution. Since I was bound all those times, I could do nothing but try and get into it. Now, unless I'm tied, a cock scares me. If I'm bound though, and know that I can do nothing, the pleasure just flows through me."

Hedy G.: "My five brothers kept me their prisoner so that I would cook and clean for them after my parents died. I was constantly abused, and sometimes, sex could be used as a reward or a torture."

Nancy D.: "Sex with my husband was becoming boring. Then, I learned how to be his slave. I learned how to love his beatings."

CASE HISTORY ONE

SUBJECT: Angie D. AGE: Twenty-five

INTERVIEW ONE

Angie is a sweet, attractive blonde, with long hair that goes down to the middle of her back, light blue eyes, and a sexy figure.

When she came to see me, she was wearing a low cut blouse, and I could see just how large her breasts were. She wore no bra, and her nipples seemed to be sticking right up against the material of her blouse.

She also wore a short skirt, and high black leather boots.

Overall, I noticed a kind of fear running through Angie, however, she constantly seemed to be smiling, almost as if she was trying to hide something from me. Her smile was rather warm, I must admit, but, because of the overall mood that I knew she was in, I felt that her smile was phony.

I was happy about the fact that she was quite willing to talk, though.

It's so hard to talk about these things to my friends. Once I let one of them know what I'm into, it will get around, and since I don't really think that any of my best girlfriends could even deal with it, I don't want to even tell one of them.

I'm into S and M, as you must know, in all kinds of forms.

Myrna, my best girlfriend, always talks about her husband and how nicely he treats her. I know that she's really in love with him and everything, but overall, I always tend to feel that she's bored with him.

At least I'm not bored with Seth, because he's always keeping me on my toes. And yet, sometimes, when I hear about some of my friends and their tender fuck sessions, I start to wonder whether or not the thing that I do is at all sane.

You see, I can remember masturbating when I was young, and I had had such nice thoughts running through my mind as I was doing it. They always seem to think that early sexual experiences explain why a person is into something, but I don't really know if that will work in my case.

I had an older brother named David. He died a few years back in a car crash, but before that ever happened, we were very close.

He was five years older than I was, and so, he was more mature. When he was seventeen and I was only twelve, he told me all about sex. I remember that my parents were out somewhere or other, and he was babysitting for me.

I wanted him to read me a story before I went to bed. Now, even though I was twelve, I still liked to act like a child. I was lying in bed with the covers pulled up to my neck, crying for him to read me a story.

"You spoiled little bitch," he said to me. "You know that you'd better learn how to grow up really fast, because if you don't, you'll be in trouble."

I was acting a bit, with the crying, I mean. I knew that if I acted like a little kid, I would get him to read me the story. But I was adult enough to see that there was something in what he said, and I was a little taken back.

"Just what the hell do you mean by that?" I asked him.

"I mean that you act like you're a fucking three-year-old and..."

"I'm going to tell Mommy and Daddy that you said fucking."

"See what I mean. You act like a fucking child, and yet, you're growing up. Look at you. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? You're becoming a woman. I can see those two small lumps on your chest. I know that you're growing tits."

I had been, too, even though I had been trying to hide them. I hadn't asked my mother for a bra yet, only because I had a feeling that if any of the kids at school saw me, I would be in trouble. You see, Leila, this other girl, had started growing tits when she was eleven, and all the girls seemed to hate her for it.

"So, what's that mean?" I asked my brother then.

"It means that you're turning into a real woman. At least your body is turning into a woman's body. You're mind is at least ten years behind."

I was really upset about that then, and I pushed the covers down and sat up in bed.

"You fucking bastard," I said to him.

He had started to laugh then, and when I realized what I had said, I laughed with him. Then, suddenly, the conversation turned serious.

"I could tell you a real good story," he said to me. "It's the story of man and woman, and what they do to each other."

"You mean fucking?" I asked him, and when he shook his head, I was happy.

You see, a lot of kids in my class had started using that word and although I was always trying to act like I knew what they were talking about,so that they wouldn't think I was an ass-hole, I didn't actually know what it meant.

However, I wasn't all that sure, and when he started to tell me all about fucking, I couldn't have been happier.

I could begin to tell you just how his version of fucking (which turned out to be just what it was all about), differed from the things I had always thought, but I don't want to start boring you with that.

Let me just tell you that as he was talking about a cock, and cunts, I could see the way he moving his hand to his crotch. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans, and as he was talking about the way a man's cock can get hard, I knew that was just what was happening with his own cock.

Soon, the bulge was just incredibly big.

"Would you like to see my cock?" David asked me then, and I smiled.

"But I want you to know that I'm not going to do anything with it, David. I'm not going to suck it, and I'm certainly not going to let you fuck me. I just want to make that clear before we start anything else."

"Don't worry. But I would like to see your body, too."

I thought about it, and decided that I would let him. I knew that if we were both naked, the chances of us doing it would be good, but I had always been considered something of a strong-willed child, and I kept telling myself that I would not do it.

He just pulled his pants open, then slid them down around his legs. I could see the way his dick head was sticking out of his underwear, and the rest of the bulge seemed to be straining against the confines of his shorts.

"You now," he said. "I've shown you a little bit. Let me see some more of you."

I knew that once I stripped, it would be all or nothing.

You see, the only thing that I was wearing was my nightie, and once I would take that off, there would be nothing on under it. I never did wear underwear when I was going to sleep. I decided that I would strip.

I couldn't get over the look on my brother's face as I pulled my nightie up over my head. I had a bit of hair around my cunt, although, because I was still in the early stages of development, and even more so, because my cunt hair was blonde (which it still is today), it looked more sparse than it was.

My tits were about the size of two small lemons, and my nipples were cherry red.

Once he looked over my body, he started to pull his underwear down.

His cock was even more impressive that way. As he pulled his underwear down, though, he started to stand up, and soon, he was laying down on the bed beside me.

"Hey, I thought I told you that nothing is going to happen."

"Do you see anything happening?" he asked me. "I can lay down next to you and it doesn't mean that I'm going to fuck you."

"No, but you would like that, wouldn't you?" I asked.

"What do you think?" he asked me back, but I wouldn't answer him.

As it turned out, we didn't do anything. But the whole point of this, doctor, is to let you know that all my earlier sexual experiences were nice, and laid back. There was nothing hard about the sex. Nothing that would make you think that one day I would grow up to be a real masochist, and a perfect slave to my husband, Seth.

My brother, that night, finally convinced me to touch his cock, and soon, I was running my hand up and down his cock shaft. I could feel the way the shaft got so tense, and there was also this incredible heat emanating from it.

He tried to move it into my cunt, every so often, but I just kept my legs clamped together, so that there was no way he would get into me.

He ended up on top of me, rubbing his cock against my cunt patch. Since he had been pressing his belly down flat against me, and his groin, when his cock started to pulsate a little bit, I could feel it.

The thick throbs were nice and warm, and he was moaning louder and louder.

Then, all of a sudden, there was this creamy ooze coming out of his cock, and it was landing all over my belly. I could feel how hot it was when it first shot out, but it cooled off fast enough, and just lay there.

David had come on me, just by rubbing against me.

At first, I had been pretty mad about it, but when I had looked at his face and seen the way he was smiling, I couldn't be mad. He looked so happy, almost like a little boy who had just found a new toy to play with, and I just couldn't start to get angry, because I knew that he would get mad, too.

Well, after that first experience, I would masturbate a lot. I would think about what had happened between us.

So you see, even when I would masturbate, all those early years, I wouldn't think about any kind of hard sex. I would lay back on my bed and strip myself naked.

I would close my eyes and think about the way my brother had rubbed his cock against my thighs, and I would feel the way my cunt would start to get wetter. My fingers from one hand usually kept my cunt lips spread wide open, while the fingers from my other hand would start to play with my clit.

I would dream about being fucked, too, Doctor. Don't get me wrong.

I wanted to be fucked, but I just wanted to meet the right man. I knew that many of my friends had gone out and lost their cherries, just because they wanted to be able to tell us all about their being fucked.

But I was not like that, and never had been.

As I'm telling you all this now, Doctor, I want you to know that I'm doing some heavy thinking. You see, I've already come to grips with my masochistic tendencies, but right now, I'm just trying to figure out some things.

I think something is coming back to me.

I can remember when I was fifteen, and still a virgin. I had had a few chances with some of my friends, but I hadn't let any of those boys fuck me.

Well, one night, I was over at my friend Melanie's house. Melanie's parents were the closest things to swingers in our neighborhood, and although I had no idea where they had gone that night, I liked to think that they were out with another couple.

I know that Melanie loved to think that way, too.

Anyway, we started to talk about sex, and she told me that she had done it many times. I couldn't really believe her, and then, she really threw me one.

"Do you know who did it to me first?" she asked me.

"No. How the hell am I supposed to know something like that?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she ran out of her room, and I could hear her going into another room. I heard the sounds of closets being opened, and then slammed shut, and I was wondering what the fuck was going on.

When she came back into her bedroom, where we had been sitting and drinking sodas, she handed me a photograph album.

As I opened it, I could not help but gasp, was a picture of Melanie, naked on a bed. She had her ass raised up off the bed in one picture, and then, in another, you could see a hard cock coming closer to her cunt.

The pictures went on, in a kind of series, and you could see the way the cock was entering her cunt, in close-up shots.

When I turned the page, I gasped even more.

The man who the cock belonged to was none other than her father. When I looked again, just to make sure, I almost fainted from shock.

"Your father was the first one to fuck you?" I asked her, and she nodded.

"They're really cool, my parents," she said to me. "You can see from the photos, which Mom took while it was happening, that I wanted it. I mean, they talked with me about it for a long time. Many months. They told me all about sex, and then, they asked me if I wanted to see what it was like?

"At first, I didn't really know. I thought it a lot. Then one night, I could hear them fucking. I walked past the room, and I could see that my mother was getting it nice and hard. The look of my father's thick cock pole moving in and out of her was starting to get to me a little bit.

"I think the thing that got to me the most, though, was the sweat. I could see the way both of them were sweating so much, and the moaning was a turn-on, too. Anyway, they saw me watching, asked me if I wanted to join, and then ... "

"What's this?" I asked, for while she had been talking, I had flipped hrough some more pages, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

There were all these pictures of her mother and her father, in all kinds of positions.

But even more than that, here were pictures of her mother decked in leather from head to toe, bound. I mean, she was wearing this top piece in one picture, and although I wasn't sure that it was leather, it looked that way.

Anyway, it was kind of a straight jacket thing, only her tits were sticking out through these holes cut on top. Her arms were pulled around her waist and behind her back, the same way that they are in straight-jackets, and I couldn't see the back, but I imagined that she was bound.

Her father was standing over her mother in those pictures, and he was holding a whip. In one of them, he was forcing his cock into her mouth, and I knew that he was really forcing it, because I could see the look of horror on her face.

In another one, his cock was all the way in her mouth. I knew because I could see the way her chin was pressed against his balls. There were also some tears rolling down her cheeks, and she looked really scared.

In another, she was lying over the bed, face forward. It was only then that I could see the way her hands were tied behind her back, just like you would have it done with a straight-jacket, only I didn't look at her hands for too long. , You see, her ass was beet red. When I looked closer, I could see the lash marks were all over her buttocks.

Then, when I saw the thick whip in another picture, I started to put it all together.

Back then, of course, I knew nothing about S&M. I thought that Melanie's parents had to be a bunch of real sickos.

"I don't want you to tell anyone about this," she said to me, and she sounded like she was really scared that night.

"Of course you know that I won't," I said to her. "But I just don't understand all of this. Is he a wife-beater?"

"No, of course not. Don't you see how happy my parents are with each other whenever you come over? Do you think she would be happy with him if he beat her?"

"Well then, what's this all supposed to mean?"

"I don't know. I don't really understand it all," she said to me. "I just know that even before I ever saw pictures like this, I would hear the sound of the whips and wonder what was going on. I just think that they both get into something like that, and that's the reason why they do it."

"I should hope that they both get into it," I told her.

"Of course they do. I don't even know what it's called. But there are some people who can get pleasure from pain, my mother is one of them. I know that it has to be good, otherwise she wouldn't put up with it. Also, I've seen them fight sometimes, and then, they can go into the bedroom for a while. I'll hear the whipping sounds, and later, when they're finished, they love each other again."

"I guess that there has to be something good about that," I told her.

And yet, even though I had said it, I couldn't very well imagine what it was.

I know that that was the first introduction I ever had to S and M, and Melanie's mother was really a slave to her father.

I mean, she was a sexual slave. To see the two of them together, you would have never known what they were doing behind closed doors. However, now that I'm into a relationship like that, I know that I act the same way. None of my friends would ever know that I'm into anything sadistic or masochistic, and if I would tell them, some probably wouldn't even believe me.

I lost my virginity to my cousin Dick upstate, when our families both went away for the summer. We were always going away for the summer, but when I was sixteen and Dick was eighteen, things seemed to fit together.

It happened one night. We had gone swimming down by the lake near our houses, and soon, we were the only two left. There were at least fifteen other kids whom we hung around with, but they had all gone off.

Dick was the one who suggested that we go skinny dipping, and I thought that it could really be a fun thing to do.

As we both stripped, I know that we were looking at each other with equal intensity. It was as if we both knew that it was going to happen.

He slid out of his bathing suit, and I could see that his cock was hard. I slid out of mine, and then I jumped into the water.

He dove in after me, and the two of us started to play around in the water. I had the greatest time splashing around with him, but then, suddenly, I could feel the way his hard cock was rubbing against my leg.

He had been holding himself at the base, and as he had been rubbing his cock against me, I could feel the way my cunt was getting wetter. There was something so nice about his cock and the water and the night air.

Eventually, we both climbed out onto the dirt by the lake, and we lay down. I don't think that either one of us said anything then. I lay on my back and Dick lay on top of me, and then he started to kiss me on the lips. I could feel he was digging his tongue into my mouth, and I liked the way it felt.

His cock was rubbing against my belly then, throbbing a bit, too.

I was the one who slid my hand down and reached for his cock. I had been thinking about my brother and the way he had come on my belly, and somehow, I knew that I didn't want my cousin to do the same thing.

As I pushed him up a bit, and he lifted his groin, I pointed his cock down at my cunt, and then he thrust himself into me slowly.

I had lost my hymen, I'm happy to say, and there was no blood, or no pain.

However, to be perfectly truthful, and it's something that I would have never told Dick, for fear of hurting his ego, there was no pleasure either.

It was just okay, nothing more, nothing less.

He started to thrust in and out of me, and every so often, when I would feel his cock making sensational contact with my clit, I would think that I was coming. But since I knew what it was like to come, having played with myself so often, I knew that even if what I was going through was an orgasm, it was nothing like the kind of orgasms that I could bring myself off to with my own fingers.

So I guess I did start to fantasize.

Now, I know that I was thinking about my brother, and the way his cream had shot out all over my belly. I was thinking about his cock, too, and the way it had felt in my hand when I had been jerking on it.

Since those were the only sexual things that had happened to me, that was all that I could think about, and to be honest, it wasn't taking me far. It was making me feel just the slightest bit better, but a little bit better than okay is still okay.

I don't even know what made me think of the photo album again. Maybe I just wanted to think of something else that was sexual.

I know that at first, I did think about Melanie, and the way she had been lying back in those pictures. I thought about that sequence, where the cock was moving closer and closer to her cunt, until you could see that it was her father's dick.

Then, I thought about the other things. After all, I had gone through that whole photo album, and I had seen all those pictures of Melanie's mother as a slave.

I thought about her father's cock the most, I think, because in the pictures it looked so big and thick and red.

I started to think that I was the one who was bound, and that it was my mouth that the cock was being forced into. After all, were I to be in one of those leather kinds of straight jackets, I wouldn't be able to do anything to keep the cock away. I would have to take it all down, if the man wanted to force it.

Suddenly, I started to come so hard, and I could hear the way my cousin was moaning louder and louder. I could even feel the way his cock was starting to pulse hard in my cunt, and then, seconds later, he was shooting off.

I just kept coming, because I was thinking of that picture where Melanie's mother was lying across the bed. The one where her buttocks were beet red from the whip lashes, and it was such a turn-on.

I tried not to think about my first sexual experience too much for the next few years, only because I didn't really want to admit to myself that I had fantasized about being a submissive slave. If I didn't think about it, then I wouldn't start to think that maybe there was something wrong with me.

You can believe, though, that I fucked around a lot. All of that sex was just okay. It was meaningless, really, because it wasn't even that intense. No man ever treated me the way I needed to be treated, until I met Seth.

INTERVIEW TWO

Angie couldn't come back to see me because she and her husband were going away on vacation. When he told me that, I was rather upset, but then, I suggested that she just take an hour break, while I saw another patient.

When she came back, then, she was wearing the same clothing.

She had stopped to eat, she told me, but I could see a glazy look in her eyes, which led me to believe that she might have been getting high.

When she told me that she had bumped into some friends downstairs, I was sure that she had to have smoked with them. Still, she seemed to be quite coherent, and still willing to talk, so she continued.

At the time in my life when I met Seth, five years ago, I had been sleeping around quite a bit, with many different guys. One of the reasons was because the sex was not at all satisfying, if you can understand that.

You see, by that time, I had blocked the fantasy from my mind. You know, the fantasy about being bound in that leather thing, and having Melanie's father dominate me the way he had done it to her mother. That is the thing that had made me come the first time when my cousin and I had made love.

Well, I didn't think about it with any of the others, and because of it, sex was really not all that satisfying.

I was a fantastic faker, though, let me tell you. I bet if we went through a list of all the guys I fucked, and you called them, they'd all say I was a hot lay.

I knew what turned a guy on, and so, I did go down on many of them. I also knew how to control my cunt muscles. I could make them spasm just by thinking about it hard, so, when I would start to use my fake moans, then contract my muscles, the guys would really think that I was coming.

I have to tell you about one other experience first.

I had started to think, after all that unsatisfying sex, that maybe there was something wrong with me. The first thing that I thought was that I could be a lesbian, but that was only because of Mindy, my roommate at college.

Mindy was an attractive black-haired girl, and you never would have known that she was a lesbian, but she was. It took her the longest time to tell me, because she thought that if I knew, and didn't like he idea of it, I would let everyone know, and she didn't want something like that to happen.

One night, though, I had come back from a date, and an unsatisfying fuck.

I had started to get undressed and Mindy could see that I had an attitude.

"What happened between you and Peter tonight?" she asked me.

"Nothing," I told her. "I mean, you know what I mean. We fucked. That's it."

"God, you sound so down on him," she said to me. "I mean, if you really liked him you would talk about him with more enthusiasm."

"I do like him," I said to her. "I really do. I think that I've liked him more than any other boy I've ever met. However, he's still like the others."

"In what way?"

"All he wants to do is fuck me, and since he doesn't really turn me on when he fucks me, I don't like it as much. It's a hassle for me."

"Is he the only boy who never turned you on, Angie?"

"No. Why are you asking me all these things, Mindy? I don't get it."

"I'm just trying to figure things out. If no boys have ever turned you on, don't you think that there's something wrong with you?"

"No. No, and I don't want you to say that again."

"Hey, don't get upset. Boys don't turn me on either. I know that they don't. They never have, and they never will. Girls do."

By that time, I was naked, and I could remember the way I pulled my nightie up in front of my body to hide it. She had hit me off guard with that remark. I never would have thought that she was one of them.

We started to talk about it, though, and the more she told me about her sex life the more envious I was of her.

She had been fucking since she was thirteen. The first boy who had fucked her had hurt her really bad, breaking her cherry brutally so that she bled a lot and had to be rushed off to the hospital.

After that, she told me, she could never get turned on by boys.

When I started to tell her that I had never been turned on at all, even by the first boy, she had the slyest smile on her face.

"You see. At least I can understand where I'm at, but I don't know where you're at. I had a boy hurt me. That can make a girl a dyke. But you've never had a boy hurt you. You've never had a boy turn you on, either."

She was really confusing me, and I just couldn't come to grips with things.

The easiest way to go about it, I thought then, was to try her.

I knew that she wanted to eat me, and I thought that would be all right. I knew that it wouldn't be so bad to eat her, either.

After all, the first time I had ever sucked a cock, I had hated it, but then, after a while, I had started to love it.

So we lay down, cunt to mouth, and started to go at each other.

I felt the way she was spreading my cunt lips with her fingers, then moving her tongue right over to my clit. She started to wiggle my clit back and forth rather fast, and I felt some nice feelings in my body.

I felt the way my cunt spasmed a little bit, which it had never really done with a man's cock, or a man's tongue.

I started to eat her, too. I did just what she was doing to me, thinking that it was the easiest way to go about it. After all, she had done these things before with women, and so, she knew what she liked. I thought that she had to be doing what she liked done to me, and when she was sucking on my clit and flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip, I did the same to her.

Mindy came so hard. Let me tell you that I wasn't even prepared for such a flow like the one that came from her cunt. The juices just overpowered me. I could taste how sweet they were, but I knew that wasn't my thing.

I know that she thought it was. I started to come a little bit, and because of how hard she was sucking the juices out of me, I was soon coming harder. I know it was only because of how hard she was sucking me.

I mean, for a few minutes, I really thought that she was going to suck my insides right out of my body, because of the force from her suction.

"You see, you do love it," she said to me, when we rested.

"No, I don't. It's not bad, but it's not sensational either. Look, Mindy I do love cocks. I love to hold them, and I love to suck them. I love them in me, too. I just wish that I could get better feelings from them when they're in me. But take my word for it about one thing. I do love the feeling of them."

After I told her that, we just remained good friends, and never made it with each other again. I think that she was upset about it, but I didn't care.

After all, I met Seth two years later.

Seth had curly brown hair, and he had to be one of the sweetest looking men I had ever seen in my life. I met him while I was working in a department store, in the men's clothing section. He had come in to buy some pants.

I helped him pick out the ones that were his size, and then he took them into the dressing room to put them on.

I heard him call to me a few seconds later. I walked into his private dressing booth, thinking that he was ready to be fitted.

When I got there, his pants were pulled up, but the zipper wasn't. His hard cock was sticking straight out of his pants.

"I can't get this zipper up," he said to me, smiling.

"I can see that you're having no problem getting other things up, though," I said, and we both started to laugh.

"I think you could be the solution for getting it down," he said.

"I think I could get into that, but not here. Look, I do have my job to think about. I'll go out with you, if you want me to."

And so, we made up to go out on a date that night.

He picked me up at my college dorm, and we went to a movie. The whole time we were watching it, I could not stop thinking about him in the dressing room, with that thick cock sticking out of his pants.

I know that I moved my hand to his thigh and squeezed a bit.

He looked at me and smiled, hen leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

We went back to his place after the movie.

"Would you like to get high?" he asked, and when I nodded, he pulled out some grass that we started to smoke.

Soon, we were both very high, and he pushed me back on the couch. He started to kiss me on the lips, and I could feel the way he was thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I was coming hard while he did that.

I don't know. I guess I was just thinking about his cock, and how nice it had looked, and how much I wanted it in me.

Anyway, we were both naked within a few more minutes.

When he first entered me, I moaned loud, and then, he did something to me which no man had ever done before.

He pulled his hand back and slapped me across the face so hard, that I could feel my cheek stinging throughout the rest of that first fuck. However, I was caught off guard, and was a little bit upset about what he had done.

"I don't like a girl to fake it for me, do you hear?" he asked.

"How did you know that I was faking it?" I asked Tim, for I was. He was the first man who had ever picked up on it.

"I know, baby," he said to me. "My cock is super sensitive. I can tell when your cunt spasms and when it doesn't."

So, I thought, that's good. I knew how to make my cunt spasm.

He started to thrust in and out of me, and much as I would have liked to get turned on, I just wasn't. So I decided that I would fake it again, however, I started to work my cunt walls, the way I had learned how to.

I contracted the muscles, and then I moaned again.

But once more, he slapped me across the face, and that time, it was even harder.

"Now you're faking the moans and the spasms," he said. "I know a real cunt spasm from a faked one, bitch."

He started to slap me across the face over and over again, and he was thrusting his cock in and out of me at the same time.

And suddenly, something started to happen. The dominance and the anger that I could feel from him were turning me on like nothing else had ever done it. I could feel the way my cunt was really starting to get wet.

He knew it, too. He was telling me how he could feel the real spasms starting to happen, and how much he loved the feeling of it. Then, he started to thrust in and out of me faster and faster.

Each time that Seth thrust in, I could feel the way his body smashed against mine.

I don't think that anyone had ever fucked me so hard in my life. I could feel the pain on my cheeks, along with the pain on my thighs, for each time that he smashed his cock deep into me, his groin would slap against my thighs.

I remember how they ached for days after that first fuck with him.

He hadn't even played with my nipples for foreplay, but when he felt how stiff they were against his chest, he moved his fingers to them and started to pull on them as hard as he possibly could.

I thought about the pain he was inflicting, for it was just what he was doing.

Pain. Pain. Once I could remember thinking that Melanie's parents had to be sick to do what they did in those pictures, but then, I was getting turned on in much the same way. We were just beginners, mind you.

Eventually, he pulled out of me and rolled me onto my stomach. Then, he, entered my cunt from behind, and as he was fucking me, he was spanking the shit out of me with his hand, so that my ass was sore, too.

I felt his cock starting to throb harder and harder, and then, I could feel the way he was shooting his load into my cunt.

He was moaning louder and louder as he was shooting it into me and I thought that I was going to pass out from the pleasure.

"There," he said, slapping me one last time on the ass. "Now you're going to know never to fake it with me again."

We rested for a while, and talked, although, the subject of the hard fucking didn't really come up again until much later.

You see, it was a first for both of us. It was the first time he had ever fucked someone so hard, or hit a girl the way he hit me, and for me, it was the first time I had ever come while someone fucked me.

We were growing into our roles together, although, we didn't really know it until the second time that he fucked me that night.

You see, he started to fuck me again, much later, and it was feeling just okay.

I knew that if I faked it, and if he knew I was faking it, he would start to slap me again, and he thought of it was turning me on like nothing that I had ever thought about before, so I started to fake it.

When he heard me moaning, and knew that I wasn't really coming hard, he started to slap me hard across the face.

Then, by lifting himself up off the bed a bit, he was forcing my ass up, too, and as he continued to drive his cock in and out of my cunt, he was slapping my buttocks as hard as he possibly could.

Well, I came so hard then, tha he had to slow down, for if he had been thrusting at the same time, he would have come too fast.

"You like it," he said to me. "I can see that you like it. You wanted me to do this to you. You wanted it."

I didn't admit it to him, but he knew, from the smile on my face, that I had wanted it indeed, and when he came inside of me, it was heaven.

Well, we didn't really talk much about it until the next date.

We started to have drinks at his place, and suddenly, I felt so woozy. I passed out, and I woke up because he was splashing some water on my face. When I did wake up, I tried to rub my eyes.

That was when I felt the way my hands were bound. I tried to pull on them, but there was this thick leather rope wrapped around my wrists. The harder that I was trying to pull free, the more it was hurting.

He pulled me onto my knees, by my hair,and he smiled at me.

"This is going to be a test, you hot bitch," he said, and he was laughing. "It's going to be a test to see just how much you can stand."

He started to hit me across the mouth with his cock, and as he was doing it and I saw the way his cock was getting stiffer, my cunt was starting to spasm. He had such power over me when he stood like that.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," he said to me. and he started to move his cock to my mouth, which threw me off. "I'm going to fuck your face. You think tha the only kind of oral sex involves a woman sucking a man, right? Well, this is not a cocksucking, bitch. This is a face fucking. You can't control it."

And he was right. He started to slam his cock in and out of my mouth as fast as he possibly could, and there were times when he would ram it in deep, so that the head was in my throat, he wouldn't let me pull back.

I gagged around his cock quite a bit, but then, when I felt the way he started to pulsate, it was turning me on so much, hat I didn't care about anything else. I just wanted him to come in my mouth, which he did.

I was still on my knees when he told me to pull my mouth back and crawl toward the bathroom. I didn't really want to do that, but when he pushed me toward it, I had to start crawling on my knees.

"Faster," he said, and I felt a hard cracking slap on my back.

I turned around in time to see him pulling the leather belt back into his hands, and smiling at me. He told me hat there would be more where that came from I didn't learn to obey him, and at that instant, I fell in love.

I went into the bathroom, and that was when he filled me with an enema.

He had the whole thing all set up in the bathroom, and the only thing that I could imagine was that he had set it up while I had been unconscious.

He pushed me over the side of the tub and rammed the hose into my ass. He turned on the flowing water, and I could feel how nice and warm it was. It started to fill me up so much, that I thought I was going to burst.

However, when I was full all the way, he pulled the hose back.

"Now, shit everything out," he said to me, as he pushed me onto the toilet.

I started to do what he said, although I couldn't understand why.

After I had shit everything out of me, there was just little flowing water left, and he checked to make sure that it was clear.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him, and he smiled.

"No man-likes to get shit on his cock when he fucks an ass, and this is the best way to make sure that your ass is clean."

"You're not going to fuck my ass," I said to him. "No man ever has."

"I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want," he said, laughing. "Remember one thing, bitch. You're tied. But another thing is this. I'm not going to fuck your ass until you're begging me for it. Remember that."

I suddenly felt so relaxed, because I knew hat there was no way I was going to beg that man to fuck my ass. There was no way that I would ever think of begging anyone to fuck me in the ass, at least up until that time.

Well, once I was clean he pushed me down on my knees again and made me walk back into the bedroom. He followed behind me.

Then, he pushed me onto the bed, face forward.

He moved his mouth right down to my ass-hole and he started to eat me. I could feel the way he was flicking his tongue in and out of my ass-hole, and I could feel the way my whole body was starting to relax.

Every so often, he would smash his hand down on my buttocks, and when that happened, I would feel the pleasure surging more.

Soon, my ass-hole was spasming, and I couldn't control myself. I wanted something deeper inside of me, and I started to beg him for his cock.

I didn't know how it was going to feel. He had gotten my ass nice and wet, and then, when he was sliding up my body, I felt him driving it into me. He slid it deep into me with one long thrust, then held himself there.

I couldn't get over it, Doctor. My whole body started to feel like it was on fire. There was this certain relaxed feeling that started to overcome me, also. I felt almost as if I was going to pass out from pleasure.

Seth was incredible. He managed to slide his fingers down to my cunt so that he could play with me while he was fucking me.

I don't think that I'd ever come so hard in my life as I did tha first time when he fucked my ass that well.

I felt his cock shooting off in me after I had come about three times, and my ass spasmed around him, as if it was trying to suck the juices from his cock.

Now, to be honest, I still don't really know why I love to be treated like a slave when I'm with that man, but I don't like to think about it that much. You see, he just tried things with me, and even if they were sadistic things, at least they worked, and at least they succeeded in turning me on.

He had known when I was faking, and he had slapped me when he knew that I was.

And because he can turn me on so much, when he wants to, I'm his slave.

I think that with all sex slaves, it comes down to one thing. The slave knows that the master will satisfy her when she has carried out his biddings, and usually, that master is the only one who can turn me on.

I'm not saying that another sadist wouldn't turn me on, mind you. I'm just saying that Seth was the first one. All those other men had fucked me, and they had fallen for my fake moans, thinking that they were turning me on.

Because Seth knew better, he knew to try other things, and because he had been so willing to do it, he is the only one I'll ever love.

I know that over the last few years, he has become more sadistic with me. Sometimes now, I even fear for my life a bit. Once, when he was holding a knife to my throat as he was fucking me, I thought he would really kill me as he'd get lost in his orgasm, but he didn't. He just made me come so hard, instead.

Maybe if I could figure out why I'm so turned on to being a man's slave, I could enjoy it even more, but then again, I might enjoy less, too.

CONCLUSION

Angie's last statement makes a great deal of sense.

There are many masochists in the world who have no idea of why they are that way. There are those who do, and they can deal with it, but I have known many who, once they learn the source of their masochism, start to change.

Angie has no desire to change. In fact, I can't recall ever coming across someone who was so into being a man's slave.

I had no answers for her about why she might be a masochist, because from what she told me about her childhood, there just were no answers. Still and all, when I asked her if she was happy, and she said that she was, it was all that really mattered.

CASE HISTORY TWO

SUBJECT: Leslie C. AGE: Nineteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Leslie is an attractive, but very shy black girl, with long curly hair, and a large, flat nose. I could see how shy she was when she first walked into my office. An aura of insecurity seemed to surround her.

She was wearing a loose-fitting blouse that seemed sizes too large for her. However, I could tell that she was rather large in the chest.

She wore a pair of old pants and sneakers too.

If my mother ever knew that I was here telling you all of this, she would kill me. Maybe that's not so bad. Maybe it would be better if she killed me once and for all, considering all the things that she's done to me already.

The times when she used to beat me up, and tie me to my bed, were some of the worst times of my life so far.

Once, she was really drunk, and she smashed her bottle of booze against the table near my bed. Some of the broken glass fell onto my body, and I was so sure that she was going to smash that bottle into my face. If she had, I know that I would have wanted to die, rather than living a life with a scarred face.

Luckily for me, though, she seemed to snap out of it.

I think I should go back to how it all first happened, so that you might understand why my mother abuses me the way that she does, and treats me like I'm her slave.

You see, my father died when I was really young. I don't even remember what he looks like, although there is an old picture that she keeps in the living room. When I was seven, my mother married another man.

I'll call him Milton, just because I don't want to use his real name.

I always sensed that Milton liked me, even when I was as young as seven. I can remember him once coming into my room, when I was about nine. It was a cold night, and he had come in to make sure that I was tucked into bed.

He started to hug me and tell me how happy he was to have a daughter like me. Then, I could feel the way the nigger man was starting to rub my back. He seemed to be pulling my pajama tops up so that he could feel my tits, too.

I know that he did move his hand to my pussy, and he did touch me, after he had slid his fingers into the bottoms of my pajamas.

I didn't say anything. I was too scared. Besides, he hadn't really done anything wrong. He just seemed to like to touch me.

He didn't take me until I was fifteen, and then, I wanted it.

You see, I had passed their room many times, and they would never close the bedroom door when they were fucking. The first time I ever saw Milton's big black dick, was when he was sliding it in and out of my mother's cunt. I could see just how wet it was looking as he was pulling back, and I couldn't even get over the thickness of it.

My mother's large floppy tits were heaving up and down then.

She was moaning so loud, rubbing her hands up and down his back.

I could see the way he moved his mouth to her tits and sucked her black nipples for a while, and then, he started to lick his way down her body, pulling his cock out of her cunt so that he could eat her for a while.

The looks of his hard cock bobbing up and down, and his balls, bouncing a bit, were starting to turn me on a great deal.

Living in Harlem, and all, you can bet that I knew all abou sex at an early age, although I hadn't really done anything with anyone.

Watching Milton's cock made my pussy wet, and I kept watching until he moved it back into my mother and finished fucking her.

Then I ran into my room and played with myself.

I was thinking about his cock, and what it might feel like inside of me, even though I never really thought that I would feel it.

I wiggled my clit back and forth, and I was coming so hard.

Anyway, as I said, I had him when I was fifteen. I remember that day, because it was the beginning of the time when my mother abused me. She was working that afternoon when I came home from school.

I was all alone for a while, and I started to play with myself. As I had been maturing more and more, I had been getting hornier and hornier, although I still hadn't let any boys touch me yet.

I preferred to just play with myself. I had stripped off my jeans and panties, so that I could just wiggle my clit around and make my pussy nice and wet. I was so lost in what I was doing, that I didn't even see Milton there.

"Whoa, child, you are a hot one," I heard a voice say, and when I raised my head and looked over, he was standing there.

I know that I should have been embarrassed and should have tried to cover myself, but there was no reason for that. He had already seen me, all of me, and no matter what I would do to cover myself, there was no way to change it.

I did stop fingering myself, and then, he came into the room.

I had to look down at his crotch, only because that was where he had moved both of his hands. I could see the way his fingers were spread, and when I looked right between his two hands, I could see the hard cock bulge.

"I've seen you watching us, hot stuff," he said to me. "I've seen you watching me and your mama fucking. Do you want it?"

I knew that I could never tell him that I did. I thought that would be like leading him on, or something like that.

But I knew, too, that if I said nothing, it could be as good as my saying yes.

Neither one of us were aware of the time, and so, he started to strip.

I could see how nice and thick his black chest was, and there were only a few small black hairs right around his nipples.

As he pulled down his pants and I saw his cock in the flesh, it looked sensational. I could see it so much closer, now that he was in my room, and as he climbed onto the bed and kissed me, I moved my hand to his cock head.

There was a drop of come at the slit, and I smeared it all over the head of his cock as fast as I could. He was moaning louder and louder, and I must admit that I started to moan a little bit, too, at the same time.

Then, he started to lick his way down my body. He pushed my blouse up so that he could suck on my tits, and I thought that felt really nice.

His tongue flicked back and forth over my nipples, and his lips were wrapped around them, too, and the combination was incredible.

I could feel the way my whole body was getting hotter.

I started to rub his cock against my cunt, and he pulled away.

"This is your first time, child, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes. I've played with myself, but I've never let anyone touch me."

"Well then, I want to make sure that you're going to enjoy this. I want to make sure that you're real turned on. You just wait, and I'll enter you when I want to."

As long as he knew what he was doing, I decided to let him take it at his own pace.

He sucked on both of my tits for a while, moving his mouth from one to the other. I could feel the way my cunt lips spasmed so much then, almost as if they were trying to draw his cock into me.

Then, he started to lick his way down my body. He told me that by eating my cunt, he would make me relax even more.

I thought that sounded good, and when his tongue first flicked against my love button, I started to come so hard, I thought I would pass out. His warm breath was flowing into my cunt as well, and he kept my cunt lips spread and started to wiggle my clit back and forth with his fingers, at the same time.

Every so often, he would dart his tongue back against my clit and each time that it happened, the surge just kept building.

By the time he was moving up my body to fuck me, I had come three times.

I felt his cock head near my cunt lips, and then, he entered me slowly.

I had a hymen, and when he felt it, he pulled back a bit.

"Now you watch what's going to happen," he said, and he moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard again, pressing his tongue into my mouth.

I started to open my mouth wide, and then, he bit into my lip, hard.

I tried to scream, but just then, he stopped biting, and I realized that his cock was deep inside of my cunt. I could feel the way his pubic patch was rubbing right up against me, and he started to thrust in and out then.

Milton explained why he had been biting my lip. He told me how breaking a hymen could hurt a girl, and how he had wanted to save me any pains in my cunt that he could. By biting my lips, my mind had been elsewhere, and I hardly even felt the pain that I should have from his cock ripping through me.

The pleasure that I felt was so sensational, and let me tell you one thing now, doctor, so you understand it.

That pleasure was the last pleasure I've felt in four years.

He started to thrust in and out at a nice, rate, and I could feel the full length of his cock shaft sliding back and forth over my clit. The heat from his cock was sending me into heaven, and I was moaning so loud.

Then, I could feel myself coming hard, and he slowed down a bit. He told me how good my cunt spasms felt around his cock, and he waited until they had subsided before he started to thrust in and out again.

Time does fly when you're in the middle of a good fuck. Maybe we would have gotten away with it if we had just had a fast fuck.

We were both so much into it, though, that we lost all track of time. At one point, I could feel him pulsing in me, and then, he started to shoot his load.

I was moaning so loud, as was he, for his cock just kept shooting one load after another, filling me up but good.

"You two suck," I heard my mother scream then, and suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound. I didn't see the belt hit his ass, but that was what it was.

He pulled out of me, and turned to try and get her. She was holding a thick leather belt, and another thing.

It was a small pistol, which she aimed right at him.

"Raping my daughter, huh? My friends always told me you were a no good mother-fucker, Milton. Now pack your shit and get out of here."

He made as if he was going to attack her, but she had the gun.

"I'll use it, too. I could get away with it. I'd tell them about you raping her and they'd let me off. Just get the fuck out."

He walked out of the room, and I could hear the sounds of drawers slamming as he was packing his shit. My mother kept looking at me with the same kind of evil glare that she had aimed in his direction.

"Don't think that you're going to get away with this either," she said to me. "Don't think that I blame this whole thing on him, you little bitch. I didn't see you trying to struggle to get away from him. I didn't see you. I know that you wanted it. Well, honey, I'm glad you felt it, because you're going to suffer for it for the rest of your life. You made me give up my husband, and you're gonna take his place."

Then, she lashed the whip out at me, and it cut into my leg. It was only the beginning of the suffering.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time that Leslie came to see me, she seemed more upset that she had been the first time, and I took that as a bad sign.

She was wearing a long-sleeved blouse, and when I asked her why (since it was one of the hottest days on record outside), she pulled up her sleeves to show me the burn marks that ran up her arms, from the wrists to the elbows.

She was in a hurry, wanting to get back home before her mother would even notice that she was out, so she spoke fast.

That night after Milton left, she came back into my room.

She had left, after whipping me once, just so she could hold the pistol on him and make sure that he really left. Then, she locked the door, and came back in.

"You little bitch," she said, and she was in tears. "He was the only man who I ever loved, and you have to ruin it."

I saw her pull the belt back again, and she hit me a second time.

I stood up then and tried to hit her, but she had the gun.

"I swear that I would kill you, too," she said. "I used to love you. I loved you more than anything in the world, until tonight. Now, you're going to have to satisfy my lust, since you made my man leave."

She started to push me back on he bed, and then, she climbed on top of my body. I couldn't believe it when she slid her way right up, so that her cunt was pressed right against my face. I could hardly breathe.

"Lick me," she said, and when I didn't do it at first, she moved the pistol to my head and held it there. "Lick me or I blow your brains out."

I started to stick my tongue out, and as soon as I did, she thrust her cunt right up against my face so that my tongue slid in between her cunt lips. She started to thrust herself back and forth.

In doing that, she was bringing herself off, really. I was just keeping my tongue out, and she was the one rubbing her clit back and forth against it, until, of course, the moment when she started to come.

Then, she pulled my head up and told me to suck her juices.

I had to. I could hardly breathe, and I knew that if I didn't, she could easily cause me to suffocate. So I sucked her cream.

I hated it. It tasted so awful, and when she heard the way that I was choking on it, she started to laugh.

"Get used to it, you cunt, because you're gonna be doing it for me whenever I want you to. I'll miss a cock, but your tongue isn't bad."

I wasn't really doing that much with my tongue, and I was just starting to realize what a horny bitch my mother really was.

She didn't do anything more to me hat night, and believe me, I thought that she would never do anything to me again. I really thought that after she slept on it, she wouldn't let it bother her so much.

However, the next morning, when I went down for breakfast, she had it for me. It was in a dog food bowl, on the floor by the sink. When she told me that was my breakfast, I started to laugh at her.

"Mama, you don't expect me to get on my hands and knees like a dog and eat from that bowl there, do you?" I asked her.

She pulled out her whip, and lashed me across the belly with it. It cut right through my shirt, so that before I had to leave for school that day, I had to change.

"You acted like a dog, sleeping with your step-father, so now you're gonna learn to eat like one. Get down on your hands and knees."

When she threatened to whip me again, I did it. I couldn't remember ever feeling so humiliated in my life.

I wanted to die, but I was just glad that no one was there to see me.

"You make sure that you come home right after school," she said to me. "No more hanging around with your friends."

I couldn't believe that. Usually, school would let out at three, and I would stay with my friends until five or so. Since I knew that my mother would be working that day, I lied to her and told her that I would be home at three.

I got home at four-thirty, and was happy that I had beat her back.

However, when she came home from work at five, she walked into my bedroom.

"Strip, you deceiving little bitch, " she screamed at me. "Strip, before I whip you to a bloody pulp and you die."

I could see rage that was running through her body, and I was terrified. I could hardly even get my buttons open, for my fingers were trembling so much. Still and all, I managed to strip for her.

Then, she reached for my black hair and pulled it. She started to slap me hard across the face, moving her hand back and forth.

Then, she pushed me onto the bed, face forward, and as she was sitting on my naked ass, I could feel her pulling my hands behind my back.

Within seconds, I felt something snapped around my wrists. I turned my head and saw that she had put handcuffs on me, and I started to cry. Asshe rolled me over, she was laughing louder, so that it sounded more hideous.

"I told you to be home at three. Don't you think I would know if you are late? God, you are a stupid good-for-nothing cunt. Good only for making me throw out my husband because you tramp around with him."

"How did you know I wasn't home at three?" I asked her.

"I tried to call. No one answered the phone. You stupid bitch."

She started to stand up, and as she did, she was getting undressed. I could see just how big her brown tits were as she stripped off her blouse and bra, and as she was sliding out of her pants and panties, I saw her thick black bush.

She turned her back on me for a second, and while she was like that, I could hear the sounds of something clicking. I didn't know what it was until she turned back and I saw that she had on a strap-on dildo.

It was a thick black cock, and it was probably bigger than any man's cock could have ever been. After all, it was just a toy.

She started to move closer to the bed, and she was spreading my legs after she rolled me back over on my back. She rubbed the dildo cock against my cunt lips, and I could feel the pressure behind it. I could also feel something else which was beginning to make me shiver with fear.

That dildo was so thick, that it was stretching me so much. I kept thinking that if she tried to fuck me with it, he would rip me apart.

"What are you doing?" I asked her. "Mother, please, stop."

"You wanted a cock so bad, you little cunt. So I bought one for you. I'll show you what it's like to be fucked. I'll show you so that the next time I get married, you won't even want that man to take you."

She slammed the cock deep into me, and I could feel a ripping pain.

You see, there was no lubrication. My cunt was dry, and her dildo cock was dry, too, so I just felt chafing.

She started to thrust it in and out of me at such a fast rate, that I passed out.

Seconds later, I felt something hot, and when I came to, I could see that she was holding a burning match near my nipple.

"You wouldn't want to pass out in the middle of such a hot fuck," she laughed, and she started to slap me around again.

Well, I never did come when she fucked me with that dildo, that first time, or any of the hundreds of times that have followed.

You see, she never did get over Milton and me. She never did get married again, either, mainly because she never had time to go out and look for a man.

My mother has dedicated the rest of her life to torturing me for the one time when I had sex with her second husband. Each night, there's always something different, and it's equally as painful as the nights before.

You would think that I might have even gotten used to this abuse, to the point where I might not feel any pain any longer, but that's not the case.

She always finds something new to do to me, and as long as it seems to be hurting me, she seems to be quite happy with herself.

Recently, she started to fuck me in the ass with the dildo. The first time that she did it to me, I thought I was going to die. I was bleeding, and it took the longest time for the bleeding to stop.

She wouldn't let me go to see a doctor, either, for she knows that if anyone gets a look at my body, they would know I've been abused.

It's been going on now for four years, doctor. Four years.

I have been to bed with no one since Milton, except for my mother, and that's only when she's in the mood the abuse me more. It's reached a point where I'm thinking that I'll probably never be able to come with anyone again. I mean, even if I could, I'll probably have to be tied and whipped, and shit like that.

CONCLUSION

As opposed too Angie, the first girl I interviewed in this book, Leslie has a much more serious problem. The masochist who is an unwilling victim suffers much more than the one who is a willing victim.

Therefore, I know that when Leslie finally is able to break from her mother, she will have many more problems. As of now, her one sexual encounter was a tender, loving one, followed by a brutal whipping.

All sexual experiences that followed the first one have been equally as brutal, and since they have been going on for the last four years, she is going to tave a lot to try and forget. I asked her if she thought she was a masochist, to which she firmly said no.

Little does she realize that when it comes to future sex, its doubtful that tenderness will work for her.

CASE HISTORY THREE

SUBJECT: Gina G. AGE: Twenty-three

INTERVIEW ONE

When Gina came to see me, I was so sure that she had to be wearing a wig, and when she told me that the curly red locks were her own hair, I was stunned.

I think that her hair looks quite lovely, however, there is just a bit too much for a girl with a face as small as hers. She reminds me very much of that comic strip character with no eyes and the curly red hair.

She wore a leotard top with jeans, and although she had small breasts, they seemed to be the only kind to go with a girl with a frame like Gina's.

Overall, I found her warm and willing to talk, and one last thing. From her overall appearance, you would never know what a dominatrix she is.

It took me the longest time to learn what I was into sexually, but then again, even if I have just learned it a few weeks ago, that's not bad. You see, I can remember a woman friend of my mother's.

When I was young, I once overheard her talking with my mother. They were in the living room, and I was walking by. As soon as I heard the word sex mentioned, I stopped, because I loved to hear things about sex.

"I just wish that I knew what turned me on," my mother's friend said to her. "I've been trying to find things, but it's just so hard."

"Too bad you waited so long. It's going to be even harder."

Now this woman was in her early forties, and I thought that there had to be something strange about a woman that old, who didn't know what turned her on.

I was fifteen at the time, and I had been fucking for the last two years.

Now at the time, I did think that what I was doing turned me on.

What I was doing, of course, was just fucking. I had let this boy named Chucky take my cherry, but I had made sure that he didn't just do that.

First, I had made sure that he would eat me. I knew that most boys didn't like to do things like that, at least not at such a young age, but I didn't care. I told him that if he didn't get me hot and make me want him first, then there was just no way that I was going to let him take me at all.

I know that bothered him, but I didn't really give a shit.

Chucky did start to lick my cunt lips, and then he started to suck my clit. I guess that he did me so long because I was holding his head down there and wouldn't let him pull it up until I was ready.

I came mildly, and then I lay back on the front seat of the car. I moved his cock toward my cunt lips and he started to fuck me.

I felt the way his cock slid back and forth over my clit and I thought that it was really such a nice feeling. I started to come soon after he had entered me, and then, I had felt the way his cock started to pulsate.

He came in me in hot spurting loads, which felt really nice.

I had come many times while he fucked me, and so when I heard my mother's friend talking about not being turned on, I felt bad for her.

But since I heard it and it was something that I would never forget, it did have some kind of an effect on my life from that point on. I started to overanalyze almost everything that I did sexually.

The second time I was with a boy, his name was Jeff.

I liked the way he looked with his short brown hair, and his thick cock. When I started to go down on him, I thought it was nice. I loved the power that I was feeling that I had over him.

You must understand what that power was, of course. I mean, when I had his cock in my mouth and he started to moan loud, I knew how much I was turning him on. I kept thinking that I could probably do anything that I wanted to do to him.

He was at the mercy of his cock, after all, and I was in control of it.

Just to test him, at one point, I started to slap his balls. I was slapping them much harder than I ever would have thought, and he started to scream.

"Ow, you bitch. Stop that. I don't like the way it feels."

"Then I'm just going to forget about this dick of yours," I told him.

"No. Wait. I've changed my mind. That does feel better."

So I started to suck him again, but I stopped slapping. That had just been a test, to see which he was willing to put up with more. I knew how much he had wanted me to suck his cock then, even if I would hurt his balls while doing it.

I started to do something else very soon afterwards. I slid my hand up to his buttocks and started to finger his ass-hole.

From the way he looked at me, I knew that he didn't like it either, but by that time, I really didn't care. He was so lost in the feeling of his cock being deep in my throat, that he wouldn't have dared to cross me.

Soon, Jeff was coming in my mouth, and I was swallowing it all.

Tasting his come had turned me on a bit, and I had a mild orgasm.

Then, I stood up and told him to eat me. That's right. I just told him to get on his knees and eat me.

"I've never eaten a girl before," he said to me. "I don't really know if I could get into something like that. I don't know if I would like it."

"But I know that you would like something else," I said to him. "I know that you would love to fuck me, right?"

"You know that. You said that I could, after you sucked me off."

"I know what I said. But unless you eat me first, no fucking."

So he started to eat me. I started to pull at his hair when he was doing it all wrong, and I was even cursing at him.

I couldn't believe the way I was feeling as I cursed at him. I called him all kinds of low, scummy names, and I was getting turned on. I could tell that he was not, but when I whispered something into his ear, it all changed.

"Just keep thinking about what it's going to be like to fuck my cunt," I said to him. "Think about a cock in my cunt. Your cock. That should be able to keep you going for a nice, long time. Think about it."

And sure enough, as he kept eating me and I kept my eyes on his dick, I could see the way that it was starting to get stiffer.

I learned just how much total control I could have over a man when I was working with my cunt, and his stiff cock.

I mean, I didn't even touch his cock when it was stiff then, because I insisted that he keep eating me. I knew how much he wanted to fuck me, now that his dick had gotten hard again, but I wouldn't let him until I was ready.

The power of the cunt, I kept thinking.

Of course, I knew that a man could always jerk himself off to relieve himself, but I figured it this way.

I had masturbated many times in my life, and the orgasms had been nice. However, the orgasm that I had had from my first fuck had been different. I won't even say if it was better or worse. You figure that out.

But it was different, and that made all the difference in the world.

I knew that any man' who would learn the joys of sex, could never want to go back to jerking himself off again. Even if the man didn't like the cunt he was fucking, there was still something better about having a body beneath yours. Something so nice about the feeling of flesh touching flesh.

I kept reminding myself of it, and every so often, when Jeff seemed like he wanted to get up so that he could fuck me, I made sure to remind him of it, too.

"Just think about my hot pussy, mister," I said to him. "Just think about it. The only way you're going to get it is to make me want you."

I kept smiling the whole time, but soon enough, his sucking was turning me on so much, that I moved my hand down to his head and pulled it back.

I lay down on the carpet and spread my legs for him, and he smiled.

He lay right down on top of me, and prepared to enter me fast and hard. I could tell, even though it didn't happen like that. It was just his movement that gave me some idea of how much he wanted to fuck me, and how he didn't really seem to care if he came inside of me fast or what.

So I moved my hand to his cock right before he could get it into me.

"Not fast and not hard," I said to him. "I want you to do it to me the way that I want it, and not the way that you want it."

He smiled, and I was sure that it was a deceiving smile.

But then, I let him enter me, and it felt really nice. He was thrusting back and forth, and I could feel the way my clit was making great contact with his cock.

But I started to think about whether or not this was really turning me on, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure it out.

When I started to think like that, trying to decide whether or not it was working for me, I knew something. It wasn't.

After all, it's not the kind of thing you should have to think about. You should just be able to feel it, and not have to wonder.

I came a few times, and at one point, when my cunt was spasming tight around his cock, I felt the way he was pulsating.

Then, he started to shoot thick loads of come into my cunt. I felt how warm and creamy his come loads were, and I liked it very much when he started to kiss me on the lips as he was coming. The kissing was warm and tender, and it just about boosted my sexual feelings to a new high.

It was the kind of thing that happened gradually, my learning about how much I loved to make men my slaves, and how much I loved it when I could get them on their knees and have them serving me.

I could take you through all the stages if I want to, but I have a feeling that I would be here for the next few years.

Let me just tell you when I first realized something was working just right.

I had been seeing this guy named Jerry for a while, and one night, he had me over at his apartment. He started to make love to me, and he was fucking me too hard for me to even get into it. I hated what he was doing, and when I tried to complain, he would just kiss me, as if he thought it would help.

Maybe it would have, but he was still ramming that cock in and out of me, nd that was the thing I was not liking.

Anyway, after a while, I managed to get him to roll over on his back, so that I was on top of him, and that was a first.

I had never had a boy let me ride him before, and it was so much better. The contact that my clit was making with his upraised pole was not to be believed, but even more than that, the power was doing a number on me.

You see, I could slow down whenever I wanted to, and since most men are quick to thrust and come, I was doing a number on him. Each time that I would feel him pulsating in me, I would sit down hard, and not move.

It reached a point where Jerry was begging me to let him come, and when he started to beg me, almost like a slave, a surging feeling flowed through me. I started to come so hard, at the very same moment that he exploded in me.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time that Gina came to see me, she had some of the wildest pictures with her that I had ever seen in my entire career.

She started to laugh when I told her so, and she felt even better, thinking that since I had been a sexual psychiatrist for years, I must have seen a lot, and if her pictures were the best, then she was proud.

They were taken from the show that she has been working in, which is something of a dominatrix show. She is surrounded by a few men, bound in certain ways, and in one picture, she had one man licking her boot while another man is eating her.

I hope you like those pics, Doctor. I had a feeling that you would, but I never thought that you would be so impressed with them.

I wanted you to see them because this act that I'm in is the thing that let me know just where my head was at, and just what turned me on.

I have to tell you about how I came to learn about it, though, because this is one story that you'll never believe. It turns me on when I think about it, and I'm sure that it might even turn Mike on, too.

Mike was the guy who introduced me to the club, but that was much later in our relationship. I don't even remember where I met him, but the first time we went out together, we had one of the greatest fucking times.

Mike just knew how to turn me on, and when he was eating my cunt, he seemed to know just what to do at each moment, even when it came to varying his style.

For instance, he had been eating my cunt, flicking my clit back and forth with his tongue while he was doing it. I thought that was pretty nice, but after a while I was starting to get bored with it.

Just when that happened, he changed his fucking technique, so that he was sucking on my clit and fingering my ass-hole.

My passions just shot right up all over again.

Anyway, when it came to fucking, the two of us would roll all over the fucking floor. We would kind of have a fight to see who would be on top, and since both of us hated to lose, it went on throughout the fuck.

I would ride him for a while, then he would wrap his arms around my shoulders, pull me down so that I was flat on top of him, and roll over. He would start to fuck me like a madman, until I saw my chance to roll back.

Needless to say, he sex was fucking hot, and we were both coming in all directions.

I had thought for sure that I knew where my head was at. I didn't even think about the dominating thing, because he was such a turn-on.

But then, the third time we went out, he tried something on me. He got me really high, and the next thing I knew, my hands were bound behind my back. Now, Doctor, I'm sure that you've met enough dominant women to know one thing.

If you're into dominating, then being dominated back is about the worst thing that could happen to you. My cunt just stopped flowing the second that he had my hands tied so that I couldn't use them.

He started to eat my cunt, the way he usually did when I wasn't tied, the way that would make me come over and over again. It didn't work then. Nothing worked. He tried to fuck me, and I almost kicked him in the balls while I was trying to keep him from entering me.

Finally, he just sat up and looked right down at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Gina? You were so hot the other night. I don't know what the fuck has come over you."

"Ropes, you ass-hole," I told him. "I hate the idea of being bound. I hate it more than anything else I can think of."

"Shit, I don't know why you should. I would think it would be great."

"Would you?" I asked him, and I started to smile. "If you really do think that way, then let me tie you up."

"No fucking way," he said to me. "I could never get into it."

"I can't get into this," I said to him. "Now you untie me."

But he wouldn't. He started to fuck me, and it was probably the most painful fucking of my life. I hated it, and I never came, and because my cunt was dry, soon, his cock was chafing my walls and hurting me.

Well, he finally did come, and it was not until then that he untied me.

He had been tired that night, and he fell asleep later. While he was sleeping, I started to tie him up as well as I could. I pulled the ropes tight when I bound his wrists together, and I also tied his ankles together.

Then, once he was bound, I slapped him hard across the face.

"Come on shit face, let's see how you can take it," I screamed.

I could see instant panic as he opened his eyes and tried to rub them with his hands. I started to laugh, but then, I moved my mouth down to his cock.

You see, and this is a lesson to all dominatrixes, the one thing that you have to always keep in mind when you're with a man is his cock. If it's not hard, then you're not going to have anything work with when it comes to making him your slave.

The idea is for the man to know the sexual pleasure you can bring to him, and will bring to him, once he has learned to obey.

I got his cock nice and hard, and soon, he was begging me to make him come.

That was the way I tortured him that night. I kept sucking his cock, to the point where he was about to come, but never to orgasm.

I loved to hear him begging me to let him come, and it was not until about three hours later that I did. I just jerked his cock off, and I knew how much he had wanted to shoot, just by the force behind that first ejaculation.

I swear to God that it shot right up and landed on the ceiling.

While I had had him tied, and he was the first man I had ever tied, I had been coming harder than ever in my life. As I untied Mike and told him that, we knew that we were going to have problems.

You see, neither one of us wanted to be tied, and both of us had the dominating thing in us. We both wanted to dominate.

During the next few weeks, we didn't see much of each other, because when we did, there would be a fight to see who was on top. However, Mike called me about three weeks after that first time, and we talked.

He told me about this club, where they put on shows. It's a mixed group, and there are both male and female dominatrixes. He said that we could probably both get a job working there, and in that way, we could let out all that aggression.

At first I wasn't too sure if I wanted to do something like that. After all, you do have to be part exhibitionist, and I had never performed for anyone.

However, when I learned what I had to do, I knew it would be easy.

They provided me with leather bra, boots, and panties, and the whips. I come out on stage and start to crack my whip.

Then, there are three men who work with me. As I crack my whip, they come out on their hands and knees. They're practically naked, except for a jock which they each have on, and a dog collar.

I start to whip them, and I make them carry out all my commands.

Once, I had one of them start to eat my cunt, right there on stage, and as he was doing it, I was whipping the tell out of his back.

Now, there is this law that says you can't show a hard dick on stage, and that's the only part of the show that I don't like. I love to dominate a man and play with his cock, just to let him know where his place is, and I can't always do it during my show.

However, every so often, I can sneak something in.

For instance, the other day, as one man was licking my boot, which I was holding up to his mouth, I moved my hand down to his cock. I rubbed it through his jock, and I felt the way it was getting harder.

I turned a bit, so hat his back would be to the audience, and I pulled his cock out of his pants. I started to jerk it a bit, and then, I took my leather whip and wrapped it around his swollen shaft.

Soon, he was shooting his load all over the stage, but no one saw it, except for me, and the other people backstage.

The feeling that I had, watching that dick shoot off while he was still licking my boot, was so fucking incredible. I can't imagine anything that could be better.

Now let me tell you something else about this club where I work.

Although we can only act out our thing on stage, the people who play the roles usually turn out to be what they're into onstage, off the stage, too.

Once, I had the three slave men in my dressing room, and I had the best fucking orgy that you can imagine. They all had their hands tied, and so, when I wanted to take on three dicks at once, I had to do everything.

Somehow, I managed to arrange them so hat I had one dick in my cunt, my ass-hole, and the third in my mouth. I was whipping them the whole time, and just having one of the greatest times of my life.

There's only one bad thing. I think I love Mike, and I know he loves me. Since we are both into dominating, we have to work out that urge at the club. However, during the last few sessions that Mike and I had, which usually happen after a show, the only way I can get myself to come is to think about the show.

So you see, I'm really turning into a dominatrix, and I imagine that's the reason why Mike and I will have to end it really soon.

CONCLUSION

What Gina is saying makes a great deal of sense.

Although she is playing the game of dominatrix by working in the club, she knows that deep down, she wanted to be a dominatrix always. She knew it before ever accepting the job, and now that she is performing as one, it just keeps reinforcing that desire that she has inside.

I think she is smart in realizing that there is no future in a relationship with Mike. For a true dominatrix, the only person she can have a real relationship with is a true slave, and nothing less will do.

CASE HISTORY FOUR

SUBJECT : AMY I. AGE: Twenty

When Amy first walked into my office, I could not get over how beautiful she was. She has long black hair and large blue eyes, and one of the most mysterious smiles that I have ever seen in my life.

She was wearing a tight sweater, and I could see how large and firm her breasts were, for it was obvious that she was wearing no bra underneath.

She had on a short skirt and high boots.

Amy is the kind of girl who always amazes me, for one reason. One would think that someone as lovely as she is wouldn't have a problem in the world, and yet, when she started to talk to me, it seemed like she has more problems than most people.

Sometimes I get so scared when I think about the things that it takes to turn me on. I really feel like I want to die.

Of course, they say that he first time that you've ever been with a man has a lot to do with the way that you feel, and my first time was so horrid, that it's something I'll never be able to forget.

The thing is, you never would expect police to act that way toward a person. You would think that they're the ones who are supposed to help, and not hurt you, but I guess you just never know in this world.

It all started one afternoon when I was fifteen. I can remember that I was sitting home all alone. It was on a Saturday. I don't even remember where my parents had gone to, but chances were good they'd gone shopping.

I was reading, because it's the one thing I've always loved to do.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I walked over to answer it.

Since we had always lived in a safe neighborhood, I didn't think that there was any reason in the world to be scared about opening the door. In fact, most of our neighbors, and our family too, kept the doors unlocked at night.

"What can I do" I was about to ask, as I opened the door.

Suddenly, it was shoved open, pushing me back, and there were these two large brutish looking men there.

One of them pushed me down on he floor, while the other closed the door.

"Let's check the place for money," I heard one say.

One of them was a black man, and the other seemed to be white, or Puerto Rican.

"Yeah, we need a fix," the black one said to me. "Where's the money?"

I was terrified. I knew that my parents kept a lot of money around the house, and I knew just where it was. Still, I didn't want to have to give it to those strung-out junkies no matter what.

So I didn't say anything. The white man told the black man to watch me while he went upstairs to look, and I was dragged into the living room.

"You are some nice looking bitch," the black man started to say to me. "You really are some nice looking hot bitch."

I tried not to look him in he eyes, for I was too scared.

"What's the matter cunt? Your not talking to me?" he asked.

I said nothing, and that was when he stood up and walked right in front of me. He started to slap me hard across the face, and then, he pulled his cock out of his pants.

I had never really seen a hard cock before, and his was enormous. He started to slap me across the face with it, and he started to tear at my clothing.

He rammed his cock into my mouth, and I was gagging on it. At the same time, he was pulling on my nipples, hard.

I felt almost as if he was going to pull them off.

When he started to move his hands down into my pants and panties, I thought that I was going to die. But just then, the other man came down.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked the first one.

"What do you mean? Can't you tell, you fucking ass-hole?"

"We need money, not orgasms. Leave the cunt alone."

"I'm not touching the cunt," he said, moaning, and he was continuing to thrust in and out of my mouth the whole time. "I'm fucking her face."

I just hated the way that he said it, and I hated it even more when I saw the way the other guy looked. He started to smile, and then he walked closer to the two of us. I could hear the sound of his fly unzipping.

Then, I could feel another cock being rubbed against my tits, and I knew that it had to be his. He was moaning loud, too.

"Did you get any money?" the black man asked him.

"Yeah, just a bit. Let's fuck her face first, and then I can tell you all about it."

They started to rip at my clothing then, even more, so that my pants and panties were soon torn, too.

I could feel the way one of the men was starting to finger me then, sliding his long fingers in and out of my cunt.

It was hurting, but I couldn't say very much, because of the way the cock was still in my mouth. It started to pulsate soon enough, and then, I could feel the way that the man was coming in my mouth.

I hated it. The come shot right into my throat, and I almost gagged on it. However, I managed to swallow it without choking.

Then, as soon as the black man had pulled out, the other man moved his cock right into my mouth and started to fuck my face.

He didn't take as long to come. He shot off onto my face, and he was laughing as his cream was dripping all over me.

I was a virgin at the time, which goes without saying.

"How much did you get then?" the black man asked, as they both threw me on the floor and started to shove their dicks back into then-pants.

"About two hundred. That's enough," the other man said, and they ran out of the house, leaving me laying there.

I waited for about five minutes, because I was just so scared. I kept thinking that if I got up and they were still there, they would hurt me more.

When there was complete silence for a long period of time, I finally managed to crawl toward the telephone. I picked it up and dialed for the police, and then I must have just passed out on the sofa.

When I woke up, the front door was closed, and there were three policemen sitting around me, all of them smiling.

Now, before I even begin to tell you what happened to me with them, I want you to know what the police have to say about it.

For one thing, they deny that those cops were ever at my house. I can't even remember what they looked like or what their names were. I don't even think that I got to hear their names, because they hardly talked at all.

I was still practically naked, since the two men who robbed the house had left me that way, and the cops seemed to love it.

Anyway, I started to ask who they were, and they told me that they were the police and that they were answering my call.

"Now you tell us what happened?" one of them asked me.

I told them everything that I could remember. I told them about the men breaking in and searching for money, and then I told them about the way they had both used my mouth to satisfy themselves.

"Are you sure now?" one of them asked me, and I was mad then.

"Of course I'm sure. Of course. What do you think? Do you think that I would make something like this up? Do you?"

"Now calm down, Miss. You must admit that the way you look, you are leaving yourself quite open for certain things."

"What do you mean, the way I look?" I asked them.

"You're practically naked," one of them said. "We can see all of you. We can see those tits of yours, and this cunt of yours. I would think that if a man came in and saw you this way, or rather, if you let a man in dressed this way, you were just trying to start something. Asking for trouble."

"Oh , you fucking bastards," I started to scream. "Get out of here. Get out of here. You police are the worst bastards of all."

"Are you going to let her talk to us like that?" one asked.

"She's just hysterical," another one said. "Just hysterical."

"There are things to calm down someone that hysterical."

And then, I could feel one of them moving his mouth to my cunt. I could feel the way he was starting to eat my pussy, digging his tongue deep into me. I could feel some pleasure from it, I must admit.

After all, it was the first time that I had ever felt anything near my cunt, other than my own fingers, and it was feeling pretty nice.

Still, when I tried to hit the man, another one grabbed my hands.

They pulled my hands behind my back and tied them up.

Then, I could hear the sounds of flies unzipping. It's a sound that I don't think I'm ever going to be able to forget.

I could feel cocks rubbing against my body, and I know that I heard one of them saying something like this.

"We can always say that the two robbers abused her this much," the voice said.

I wanted to scream. I knew that these pigs were going to rape me, and when I opened my mouth to scream, my yell was forced back down my throat. I felt a huge cock being rammed into my mouth, and I was almost choking on it.

I started to gag around it, but they didn't seem to care.

The one who was eating my cunt had made me come a little bit, and I could feel the way he was pulling his mouth back then.

I felt something rubbing against my cunt lips at that very moment, and I knew that I was going to be fucked.

The man thrust his cock deep inside of me, and I could feel the ripping pain going all through my body.

After that, I was just like a limp rag, for them to use the way that they wanted to, and I hated every second of it. I could feel one man thrusting in and out of my mouth while the other man was fucking my cunt.

Then, I could hear the third one talking.

"Roll her over. We can all fuck her at the same time. Let me see what it's like to fuck an ass-hole for the first time in my life."

It was the first time in my life, as well, I might add.

I don't even know how they managed to get me into the right position for it, but within a few more seconds, I could feel a cock ripping into my ass-hole. I started to cry then, and as I was crying, the one man came in my mouth.

The one who had been fucking my ass said something about me being too tight there, and so, he pulled his cock back and started to move it toward my mouth.

Some of my shit was on his cock, but he didn't care. He just rammed himself between my lips, so hard, that I had no choice but to suck him.

And so it went on for the longest time. The man started to come in my cunt, and then the one who had come in my mouth must have been the one to move his cock into my cunt after that first one pulled out

I don't even know how many times someone came in me, for they just kept alternating and moving a cock here, and a cock there.

All that I felt was pain, a ripping, horrid pain.

My body was black and blue by the time that they were finished abusing me, and I know that I had to have passed out.

When I woke up, I was in bed, and my parents were sitting there.

I could see how upset my mother was, and for the next few hours, I could hardly even remember what had happened to me.

But then, it all started to come back, because I could hear them talking about how the house had been robbed.

Then, someone walked into my bedroom, and when I looked over, I had to start screaming. It was a man in blue.

I didn't even look at his face. I didn't even know if he was one of the ones who had used me or not. All that I knew was that the uniform scared me.

He left the room then, and I started to tell my mother what had happened. I could tell that she didn't know whether or not she should believe me. It was not until a little bit later that a doctor came in to see me.

He sat down and held my hand, and asked me what had happened.

As I started to tell him, I could see that he was shaking his head a little bit.

"Now listen, Amy, the police never came here. They said that there was no call placed when you said that you tried to call. You were lying on the run unconscious when your parents came home, and they called the police."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "No. That's not the way it happened."

And no matter how much I tried to convince them that I was telling the truth, they believed only what they wanted to believe.

They thought that I was crazy, too, and put me away for a while.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time that Amy came to see me, she was looking much prettier than she had looked the first time, which was quite amazing, considering how lovely I felt she was back then. Her black hair was pulled back, revealing more of her sculpturesque facial features, including high cheekbones.

It was not until she started to talk, that I sensed the same kind of uneasiness about her that I had sensed during her first visit.

I had done some research on Amy, between her two visits, checking with the hospital where she was committed so that I could read over her records.

Although she seems to be functioning in the outside world now, they still seem to think that she is quite disturbed, and so, I was looking for hints of those characteristics that they said she shows, while I was listening to her.

The hospital. That was another thing, Doctor. They say that they're supposed to help you there, too, but I don't think that they and . ... "

Let me clarify that this was a mental hospital, too, and after being there for about a year, I couldn't ever think of going back again to any hospital. I'm sure that the regular ones are just as bad.

You see, the doctors there didn't help me. Instead, they helped themselves to get me, and it was as easy as you could imagine. Also, some of the other patients who I knew had to be sicker than I was, were allowed to roam free, and if anyone wanted to just walk into my room, he or she could.

You see, for the first few weeks, I was kept in a straight-jacket, and kept tied to my bed. I'll never forget the first person I ever saw.

I don't even know what his name was, but he was a red-haired crazy person. I mean that when he walked into my room, he looked so sick. He was wearing one of the hospital gowns, so I knew right away that he was a patient.

He was also playing with himself, through his gown. He walked right over to the bed that I was tied to, and he was drooling.

"Wanna see me, you hot thing?" he asked, and I started to scream right then and there. It took a few minutes before anyone came to help, which I thought sucked. I thought that they should have come running the second that I screamed, and it was only later that I learned that they thought I was paranoid.

Therefore, they were not planning to answer me right away. They thought that it would just be satisfying some insane whim of mine.

While that sick man was there, he started to pull my covers down a bit, and then, I could see that he was getting hard. He was starting to massage his cock bulge, which was now sticking straight out, forming a kind of tent under his gown. Although I couldn't see his cock in the actual flesh, I could see how big it had to be, and because he was wrapping the gown around the shaft while rubbing it, I also saw how thick it was.

He probably would have gotten me, had they waited any longer. I mean, he was already starting to push my gown up a bit.

Then, someone ran into the room. He was a handsome doctor named Richard, I was to learn later, and he had nice black hair and light eyes. If I fell in love with anyone while I was at the hospital, it was him.

"What's going on?" he asked, and as soon as that sick red-haired man heard the voice, he pushed the covers back up.

"That man just tried to rape me," I screamed.

"Me? Me? Me?" he started to ask, and I could see that he was really crazy. "No, not me. Not me. Not me. I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't ... "

"All right, Mr. Morris, go back to your room now," the handsome doctor said.

He waited until the crazy man had left, and then he moved closer to my bed. He sat down on a chair near my bed, and started to stroke my hair.

"Now Amy, you're going to have to stop accusing everyone of raping you, you know. You're just going to have to, otherwise you won't get out of here."

"What? I don't know what you're saying."

"Come on, now. You must know why you were put here. It's true that they know you were abused by the two men who broke into your apartment, and they violated you pretty badly. We could see that there was anal penetration and..."

"No," I started to shake my head. "They didn't do that. They only fucked my face, Doctor. You have to believe that. They only fucked my face. It was the police who came later who were the ones who abused me like that."

He started to shake his head, and he reached for my record file which was hanging on the end of the bed. He started to write something, and I just sat there, stunned." I knew that he didn't believe me, just like all the others.

"Didn't you see the way that man was hard?" I suddenly asked him. "When you threw that sickie out of the room, didn't you see that he was hard? You had to see it because it was so obvious. He got that way in here."

"For one thing, young lady," he said to me, "don't call any patients here 'sickies' because you happen to be just as sick. For another thing, had you known Mr. Morris better, you would have known that he plays with himself all the time. There's hardly a minute here when he's not hard, and rubbing it. We all know it and we've all come to accept it, as you had better, too."

"And he gets to walk around?" I asked the Doctor. "He's more sane than I?"

"No, but he's been dealing with it longer. Believe me, it's better this way."

I thought that I was going to have to start playing their game, but that night, it happened to me again. The only one that I could think who might have done it was that man, Mr. Morris. I couldn't see very much, because it was dark, and I was sleeping when it all started to happen.

I don't know. Suddenly, I could feel something moving inside of me, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the shadow of a man on top of me.

It was a cock moving in and out of my cunt. The man had pushed the covers down and he had started to enter me.

I opened my mouth to scream, when suddenly, a hand moved to my mouth. It covered it, and when I bit into it, he slapped me.

"Yeah, hot bitch," the man said, with muffled moans.

I tried to push him off, but I was in the straight jacket, tied down. My legs were free, but he was already between them, moving that hard cock of his in and out of my cunt, as fast as he could. It was thicker than any cock I'd felt in me yet, meaning that the loony man had a bigger dick than the cops.

When I bit him again, he kept slapping my face, back and forth.

Then, he started to moan something about how I was nothing but a cunt.

I don't know what it was that finally made me start to get turned on. I mean, I would think that no girl could get turned on in that position. I was, after all, being raped, no more than three days after it had happened before, two different times.

He kept telling me how cheap I was, and since I was helpless, I guess I just started to submit to him more.

All that I know is after a few more minutes (which did surprise me, since the others who had fucked me had come so fast, and this man fucking me was taking a long time), I started to feel my cunt getting wet inside.

This man was moaning about how nice that felt, and then, he started to pulsate a little bit inside of me. When that happened, I could feel the way his cock was making even better contact with my clit.

I thought that it was so sensational, and soon, I was moaning.

That's when even more abuse started. He was pulling at my hair, and telling me that because I was nothing but a cunt, I didn't deserve to feel pleasure. He was telling me that the more I came, the more he was going to hurt me.

Somehow, his fingers managed to get a few buttons from the straight jacket open in the front, and he started to yank at my nipples, hard. They had gotten stiff, somehow, and as he pulled on them, the pleasure surged through me more.

Then, I was coming even harder, and I felt this man's cock shooting come right into my cunt. The come shot out in thick loads, and this man was breathing heavier and heavier as he was coming. I could feel his warm breath blowing into my ear, and that managed to make me feel much better, too.

The man did all these things to me after he had come, to clean me up. He worked as fast as he could, first buttoning the straight jacket again, then taking a wet cloth so he could wash out my pussy. He did it so tenderly, that I started to come again.

He slapped me hard when that happened, and I almost started to cry.

"Stupid cunt," he was saying "How the fuck do you expect me to get you cleaned up if you can't keep your pussy from coming over and over?"

I couldn't help it. Out of all the times that I had been fucked, all against my will, mind you, that had been the first time that I had ever come. My cunt was starting to feel so sensitive then.

He did clean me up, and he left, and to be honest, to this day, I don't even know who it was that did it to me.

I tended to think that it was Mr. Morris, but I didn't know.

You see, many of the doctors were looking at me, too, and making eyes at me. I was sure that any one of them who could have been on night duty could have come into my room and taken advantage of me.

In all modesty, I knew that I was probably the best looking girl in the whole place.

I told Richard, that handsome doctor, what had happened to me the next day, and he started to shake his head.

"I told you that you would never get out of here if you keep telling stories like that. No one could have come into your room and taken you last night. All the doors are kept locked, and it would be impossible."

"Then it had to be someone on the staff," I told him. "It just had to be. Only someone on the staff would have the keys."

"Or," he said to me, as if he knew for sure, "you were just having a dream. I think that would explain the whole thing so much better."

"No, it wouldn't," I said, and he was shaking his head.

I started to talk more about it then. I told him how my feelings were changing a little bit, at least, and how I had managed to come with the one who had taken me last night. He seemed to be a little bit interested in that.

"And what do you think that could mean?" he asked me.

"I haven't any idea. Maybe he was just a better fucker."

"No. Maybe you're coming to grips with what happened to you. You probably dreamed about it, and you started to feel horny about it. That's really one step in the right direction, you know. I thought that you might have sexual problems when you get older, but maybe this will work itself out."

During the next few weeks, while they still kept me in the straight jacket, because they thought that I was totally flipped out, it happened every night. I swear to you that I'm telling the truth, Doctor. I swear it.

I know that if you checked with the hospital, they would deny it, but can't you see why they would? How good would it be for their reputation if people knew the kinds of things that they let go on in there?

Each night, though, someone would come into my room. I started to think, more and more, that it had to be one of the doctors, because if the door was kept locked, which I never really knew for sure, only a doctor could have the key.

For the first few weeks, too, I started to ell them all about it. It was not until I had been there for three months or so, that I did play their game.

You see, one day, Richard and I had a long talk. He told me that he really was starting to like me, but that the stories I was inventing were just too much. He said that the longer I kept telling them, the longer they would keep me there.

So I lied to him. I started to tell him that I had been making it all up.

"You're right. The only time anyone ever abused me was that day when the men broke into my parents' house. There were no police that I could remember. There were no nightly visits to my room so someone could use me. I lied."

"Very good. You are getting better," he said to me.

I thought that he was a little sick for not seeing how much I was lying.

But then, that night, it happened again. Only there were two of them, and since I hadn't convinced them enough to let me out of the straight jacket at night, it was so easy for those men to use me.

I was up when they walked in, and I could make out shadows, but that was all.

One rammed his cock right into my mouth and I started to suck on it. The other one moved his cock near my cunt, after pulling down the covers.

Then, I was being slapped and hit and pinched, and I could feel the way I was coming so hard. It was such a sensational feeling, that I started to moan, and I was even sucking the cock more than I had ever sucked one.

I mean, those times when I had been forced to take it, I had had my face fucked. I hadn't been able to move my mouth up and down the shaft and take it in the way that I wanted to. Instead, it had been forced on me.

But that night, the man who was in my mouth let me move my mouth up and down his shaft, and I was even deep throating him.

Being so helpless so that the men could do whatever they wanted to do to me was really starting to turn me on. I was like their sex slave, and because my hands were bound in the jacket, and I was tied down to the bed, there was just no way that I could do anything but serve them.

My cunt and my mouth were two holes for their cocks.

And I was kind of glad that I started to get off on it, believe me. I had hated the idea of all that abuse before when it had happened, but now that I was getting off on it, it was feeling better.

I started to make that man come in my mouth, and as the come shot onto my tongue and I heard the way that he was moaning, I loved it.

I said nothing about it the next morning, even though I knew that the man who had fucked my cunt the night before had come in me, and hadn't cleaned me up. In fact, I could feel the come drying in me all night, and it felt great.

Richard started to ask me if anything had happened, and I said no.

And it kept happening, and I kept telling them that nothing happened.

Then, one night, they decided I would be able to sleep without the jacket, and without being tied down. It could have been a few weeks or a few days after the two men had started to use me, but I don't know.

When you're in a mental hospital, you do tend to lose all track of time.

That first night when I was left sleeping alone, untied, they came into my room. Perhaps they didn't know that I wasn't tied, but as soon as I felt someone touching me, I started to grab him.

I was so scared about having a cock near me, all of a sudden, but that man slapped me hard across the face.

He said something to the other one about not knowing that I had been let out of the jacket, and then, I felt my hands being pulled behind my back.

Within a second, they had been tied with something. It could have just been a piece of fabric ripped from a dressing gown, or something like that. I had no idea. All that I knew was that I was bound again, and helpless.

And being that way seemed to make all the difference in the world, especially when it came to being turned on.

The cocks were rubbing against me the whole time. I mean, every so often, I could feel one against my flesh.

Let me try and describe what was happening. When they first walked in and woke me up and I felt the cocks, I was terrified. Then, within the few seconds that it took them to tie me, or maybe as I knew that I was being bound, so that I wouldn't be able to do anything but let them use me, everything changed.

The same cocks, which for a few seconds, terrified me, and made my whole body get tense, were suddenly feeling so nice.

I started to moan then, too, and as one man finished tying me and the other was still rubbing his cock against me, I could hear them making all kinds of comments about what a hot to trot bitch I have to be.

Then, the man between my legs started to push my legs up over my head. He moved his mouth down to my ass-hole and started to eat it.

I couldn't remember when I had felt so good. I swear to you that it was so sensational with his tongue flicking in and out of my ass-hole, and I could feel the way my whole body was starting to loosen up.

He ate my ass-hole until it was nice and wet, and then he started to move his cock up to my ass, and he entered me.

I could feel how nice it was as he slid his cock deep inside of me, and I started to moan as loud as I possibly could. Of course, that wasn't too loud because the one near my mouth started to fuck my face.

Being bound just made me feel like nothing. However, because there was nothing that I could do about their attacking me, I just got into it.

I was coming so hard the second that the man was fucking my ass-hole, and I could hardly even believe it, since it had only happened once before, and I had hated every second of it because it hurt.

Neither one of them was even doing anything to my cunt, but my cunt was spasming harder and harder, and my juices just kept flowing.

The one came in my mouth first, and then, my ass-hole was spasming and the one who was fucking my ass-hole started to come in me.

Once again, I said nothing, even though I knew that I could have proved to the doctors that I had been raped the night before. For once again, the man who had come in my ass didn't bother to clean me up, so that I could have shown them the come.

They let me out after a year, and I haven't been back there now for four years, except to go and visit.

Of course, you must realize that my sex life is rather strange because of all the abuse that I had to put up with. Since I had learned to come while being abused like that, there is now no way that I can come without the same kind of abuse. If a cock comes close to me, and there's a way I can push it away, I will.

I mean, deep down, I'm still pretty scared of cocks, but when there's nothing that I can do about keeping one from entering me, then I do get into it.

I'm happy about one thing. I met Jimmy, this guy, about a year back.

My sex life had been pretty shitty up until that point, because I wouldn't tell anyone how to turn me on, and if a guy would try to make it with me and I'd panic, he would usually stop what he was doing.

Jimmy was much more dominant than any guy I had ever been with before in my life. When he took me back to his place and started to kiss me, things were nice. But then, when he moved my hand near his crotch, I freaked out.

I tried to pull away from him, and that was when he grabbed me.

"Look, no bitch just gives in halfway with me," he said to me. "If you start something then you go all the way, got that, cunt?"

He forced me down on him, and I was gagging as I sucked his cock. But then, as I tried to push him away, he grabbed both of my hands.

He had pulled off his belt, and he managed to tie my hands together behind my back with that belt. Then, as he was stripping my blouse open his fingers started to pull at my nipples hard, so that I thought he was going to rip them off.

I started to get into it when he began to fuck my face then, and I think that he realized what I was into at that very moment.

He was smiling, and saying all kinds of things about this girl who had to be forced to do it, otherwise, she just wouldn't, and I knew that he was talking about me.

You see, once a man does start to force me, and makes me powerless to stop him, I'm his sex slave for the duration of our bound encounter.

I can be beaten and slapped around while it's happening, too, and I'll still get into it. In fact, the slaps seem to make my skin feel much more sensitive, and so, I'll just come harder and harder.

Jimmy knows all that now, and he seems to love abusing me.

He can make me beg him to fuck my ass-hole, just by tying me up and playing with it a little bit, until I'm dying to have it filled. Then, he can ram his big dick right into my ass and fuck himself into a rage.

Sometimes, he might even leave me bloody, but I don't care, because while the rape is going on, I'm loving every second of it.

It is the only way I can get turned on, though. That's the part I have to come to grips with, and I think that as long as I'm with Jimmy, I will.

CONCLUSION

I don't know whether or not to believe any or all of Amy's story. On their record in the hospital they list her as a compulsive liar. There are some notes about the nightly rapes she reported during the first few weeks.

I decided that one way to deal with her problems was to talk with this new lover of hers, and this is what I learned from Jimmy. It is what he thinks about her problem.

"Amy just seems to love being abused," he said to me. "I honestly don't know where it stems from. I would think that rape five years ago was the reason. I think that she needs to justify all the abuse that she can take in her mind, and that's why she made up the other stories about the cops and the doctors. Yes, I really do think that she made up those stories, I can't see it happening for real."

The truth that she makes up the stories: When left my office and talked with Jimmy, he told me that she said I had used her. I deny that, here and now.

CASE HISTORY FIVE

SUBJECT: Hedy P. AGE: Nineteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Hedy is a sweet-looking blonde girl with dark eyes and freckles. When he came to see me, she was dressed in a pair of overalls, with a thin T-shirt on to. I could tell that she had nice, firm breasts, and overall, a very attractive figure.

She did not seem at all nervous to be talking to me, although I sensed that she was high on some kind of speed, just because of how fast she was talking, and how unconcerned she seemed to be about what she was saying.

Being the only girl in a family with five brothers, all of whom are older, could really tend to be a hassle. Well, maybe I should change that statement. It could start out like that, unless, of course, you learn how to deal with it.

I was the youngest girl in a family with five boys, all of whom were a year apart in age. The youngest boy was three years older than I was however, and I think that my parents just decided to stop after five, and then, I was an accident.

I don't know for sure. My mother did used to tell me, before she died, that they had decided to try once more for a girl, but because of the three year difference between me and the youngest boy, I didn't believe her.

I figured that if they had really wanted to try for a girl, they would have tried one year after the youngest brother, and not three.

Anyway, we all lived on a farm, and I believe that was one of the reasons why my father didn't seem to care about only having one girl. With five strong, rugged boys, they could really tend to the farm.

Of course, I was good for helping my mother around the house.

Now, although I knew about things that my brothers did with some of the animals in the barn, I never said much about it.

One day, however, I could remember seeing Rob, my oldest brother, fucking a cow right in the ass. I know that you find it hard to believe, and take my word for it. When I first saw it, I thought that it was so strange.

His cock looked so thick as he was moving it in and out of the cow, and I was sure that he had to have lubricated it. He didn't come inside of the animal, but rather, just pulled his cock out and started to jerk it, so that his white come was shooting all over the back of the cow.

I would see some of my other brothers fucking animals, too.

Then, when I was fifteen, and the eldest brother was twenty-three, my parents were killed in a car crash. I'll never forget how torn we all were, and I was so sure that this would be the end of the farm.

But three nights after the funeral, Rob sat us all around the table.

"I want you all to know that we're going to keep this place. We can all stay here and keep it running, don't you think?"

My brothers seemed to like the idea of it very much.

I, on the other hand, did not. I mean, it was easy for them to go out and work in the fields, and shit like that, but I didn't want to have to be stuck cleaning house for five big brutes like my brothers.

"No," I said. "I mean, I'll do what I have to do now, but in a few more years, I'm going to leave this place."

"No you're not," Rob said to me. "We'd need you here."

"Get married so you have another woman around the house. I'm planning on getting married one day, too, so you can believe that I'm not going to spend the rest of my life here. Also, I'm not going to do all the housework alone."

Well, I stood up and stormed out of the kitchen, and my five brothers just sat around the table talking with each other.

I went up to my room and got undressed so that I could go to bed.

As I was just slipping out of my clothing, the door to my room opened.

Now, let me explain something abou the way things had run around our house, while my parents had been alive. Since I was the only girl, I had been treated as something special. Even though the boys were all older, between the five of them, they shared two rooms so that I could have my own. Being the only girl, it was only fitting that I have a room to myself.

Rob walked in and slammed the door behind him, hard.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" I asked him. "Get out of my room. You're not allowed in here. If Daddy ever knew that ... "

"Daddy's dead, you bitch," he said, pulling my robe away from me. I had been holding it in front of my body to protect myself.

I could see the lust in his eyes as he looked up and down my naked body.

I had a fantastic body, I must admit. I had large, round tits, with nice pink nipples, and a fully developed cunt. I had masturbated a lot, and come quite often, too.

It didn't take much for my brother to start getting hard. I remembered how big his cock looked when I had seen him with the cow, and I could see the huge bulge starting to grow in his overall pants.

Suddenly, he reached for my hand and pulled me closer. He moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard as he was thrusting himself against me. I could feel the way his hands were starting to move up and down my body.

He was cupping my buttocks and squeezing them, and overall, he was making me really hot and horny for a man.

I'll admit that I had fantasized about him a few times. I remembered the way his cock had looked as he shot off onto the cow's back, and that he been something that had made me come a number of times.

Soon, he was pushing me down on my knees, right in front of him.

"Take my dick out," he said. "Take it out and suck it."

He plucked at my nipples, rubbing his fingers all over them. I could feel the way that they were throbbing, and my cunt started to feel nice and wet, too. I moved my fingers to his zipper and opened his fly.

His cock had looked enormous from far away, and up close, it seemed even bigger. I started to move my mouth to the head of it, and as I was licking it, he just slid his hand behind my head so that he could hold it, then slammed his cock into my mouth.

I almost gagged on it as it went deep into my throat.

I could feel the way he was throbbing already, and I liked the way that it felt.

Then, he started to thrust in and out of my mouth faster. He leaned down so that he could massage my cunt with his fingers.

I had never felt anyone touching my cunt before, and I was so turned on, that I started to come the minute his finger made contact with my clit. He started to wiggle it back and forth as fast as he could.

My whole body was bursting into a nice, hot sweat.

It didn't take long for Rob to come. He started to pulsate harder in my mouth when he felt the way my cunt was spasming around his fingers, and then, I could feel him shooting it onto my tongue.

I started to swallow the come, because it was tasting really good.

He kept his cock in my mouth long after he had come, and I could feel the way his cock was staying hard between my lips.

"You're the first girl I've ever been with," he said to me. "The first girl ever, and I'm gonna fuck you blind."

I was a little scared about that. Sucking him off was one thing. It couldn't lead to babies, and shit like that. But if he fucked me, there was a good chance that I might get pregnant, and I didn't want that.

I pulled my mouth back and stood up, then turned my back on him.

"Now get out of my room. Don't think that you're going to fuck me. It's enough that you forced me to suck you off. Get the fuck out."

"You seem to forget, little sister. There is no one here to protect you anymore. No one. You can't run to Mommy and Daddy anymore."

And then, he pushed me face forward onto my bed, just like he was tackling me.

For his body did land right on top of mine, and because of the weight of his body, and even more so, because of the way he had caught me off-guard, there was no way that I could even fight him off.

He slid one hand under my body, and moved it right to my cunt.

He started to wiggle my clit back and forth, and I could feel the same kind of surging pleasure that I had felt before, when I had been sucking him and he had been fingering me, and it was a nice feeling.

Then, I could feel the way he was starting to move his cock to my cunt.

He slid it into me, and I could feel him stretching me.

I had no hymen. I was always doing a lot of work around the farm, and we did have horses which I would ride all the time. It was easy for him to slide his cock right into my cunt without anything hurting.

The rate at which he fucked me was really the only thing that might have hurt.

I could feel the way he was slamming his cock in and out of me, and his hairy groin was slapping against my ass each time that he would thrust in deep. I could feel the way his cock pulsated quite often.

Then, he slid his other hand up under my tit, and started to cup it. I felt his palm getting my nipple really stiff, and as he kept pressing it down, my confined nipple started to throb more and more.

It was really killing me. I mean, the whole thing was a rape, and there was a great deal of pain behind what he was doing.

And yet, the complete domination that he had over me was turning me on.

I think that I know why now. It was his cock. I could feel it, and even though I couldn't see it right then and there, I knew what it looked like. I kept having a vision of him coming after pulling out of the cow.

So that when his cock started to shoot into my cunt, I could visualize what must have been happening with that white cream filling me up.

He was moaning so loud, and as his warm come heated my pussy, I felt the way I started to spasm harder around him. He told me that it felt like my cunt was sucking the come right out of his cock, and I guess I was pretty happy about that.

He lay on me for the longest time, and he started to whisper in my ear.

"Even if we have to keep you prisoner here, that's what we're going to do. We need a girl around the house, baby, and you're the one."

He pulled his cock out of me, and as I rolled over, I slapped him across the face.

I was quite shocked when he returned the slap. I never would have expected him to do something like that, and his slap was harder than mine had been.

Then he ran from the room and slammed the door shut.

I could hear some noise there, and when I tried to open the door, I couldn't.

There had never been a lock on my door before, and it was not until the next morning when Jake, one of the middle brothers, came to let me out, that I noticed what they had put on my door. They had put a slide bolt there, on the outside, so that they would be able to lock me in my room at night.

That was the beginning of my slavery for my brothers. They kept me their prisoner so that I would not only cook and clean for them, but even more so, satisfy their sexual needs when they were horny.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time that Hedy came to see me, she was wearing a nice blouse and skirt, and her overall look was quite different. Although she only nineteen, she seemed to have blossomed from farm girl to New York swinger type.

At least that was the impression she left me with, and although I was a little upset because she seemed to be on some kind of speed again, it did nothing to go against her interview. In fact, it almost seemed to keep her going.

They did keep me a prisoner. Since I had graduated from high school already, at age fifteen, no school really had me listed in attendance.

And since most of the folks around where we lived knew that my parents had died, they didn't seem to think that there was anything strange about them not seeing me in town, because they knew that I would take over for my mother.

What they didn't know is that I was forced to do it.

It started that morning. When I noticed the slide bolt, I was pretty shocked. Then, Jake led me to the bathroom, where I was allowed to wash. He stood there and leered at me, and then, as I looked at his crotch, I noticed that he was hard.

"This is going to be your breakfast," he said to me.

He pulled his cock right out of his pants, then pushed me down on my knees. He started to thrust it right into my mouth as hard as he could, and once he had it between my lips, there was nothing that I could do to fight him off.

I could feel the way his cock head kept sliding deep into my throat.

I was glad that he was as inexperienced sexually as Rob had been, only because that the first time he had ever had someone suck him meant that it didn't really take him too long to come.

He started to come in my mouth a few after he had started to fuck my face, and then, he pulled out after I had sucked him dry.

I must admit that in many ways, I liked his dominating me, too. Or rather, since I knew that there was nothing I could do about it, I just went along with it.

After I finished washing, he led me back to my room and stood there while I was getting dressed for the day.

Then, he led me downstairs into the kitchen, where the five of them were sitting around the table, after he joined them.

"We took a vote," Rob said to me. "There is no way that we can let you go."

Then one of them grabbed me, and something was snapped onto my ankle. It was a thick metal cuff, and when I looked, there was this incredibly long chain attached to it. The other end of the chain had been cuffed to this heating pipe.

"What's going on?" I asked. "What are you doing to me?"

"We are all going to have to work to keep this farm going," Rob said. "You are the only one that we can't trust. You are the only one who could possibly run out on us, and this makes sure you won't."

The chain, as it turned out, was a thick steel. Also, it was long enough so that I could walk almost anywhere in the house. I could even go outside and sit on the front porch, but I couldn't go much further than that.

And that was basically how they kept me their prisoner for years.

That first morning, after they told me how they were going to keep me prisoner, they ordered me to make breakfast. They had to go out and milk the cows, and do some other morning chores.

I started to make the breakfast, but I didn't like the idea of it. It was hard work making bacon and eggs for six people.

I didn't finish on time, and when Rob walked in with the others and saw that, he moved right up to me. He slapped me hard across the face, then pushed me down on my knees in front of him.

"You're going to be abused a lot more if you don't follow our orders," he said, and he pulled his cock out of his pants, and moved it to my mouth.

He started to thrust it in and out of my mouth as fast as he possibly could, and I could hear the others starting to snicker a bit. I didn't really mind having to suck his cock that much, but the fact that the other four were there, able to watch, and even play with themselves as they watched, did bother me.

In fact, after he started to come in my mouth, the others were all aroused.

"Suck them all off and then get breakfast finished," Rob said.

And that was just what I had to do. At one point, after I had sucked off three of them and was just not ready for a fourth, my hands were pulled behind my back and they were tied, so that I had to do it.

Then, they let me finish making them breakfast, and I served them.

During the day, I did chores around the house. I hated having that chain around my ankle, but there was nothing that I could do. I remember that the very first day I was chained, and finally alone in the house, I looked all over.

I remembered this huge axe that my father had kept in the house, and I thought that I could cut through the chain with it.

Obviously, they had been prepared for the way I might think. The axe was no longer in the house. In fact, there was nothing there that could have cut the chain. They had taken anything that they thought I could use out of the house, and since I couldn't walk past the porch, I was trapped.

Jim, one of the middle brothers, came back for the picnic lunch that I was supposed to have made that first day I was prisoner.

He was rather upset that I hadn't finished.

"Rob told me what I should do to you if you don't do your work on time," he said to me, and he unbuttoned my overalls.

When I tried to fight him off, he pulled my hands behind my back. He tied them up with this leather belt.

Then, he pushed me face forward against the stove. He slid down behind me as he pulled my overalls and panties down, then he started to eat my cunt from behind. I could feel the way my pleasures were swelling through my body, and I started to moan rather loud, which let him know that he was turning me on.

Then, he stood up and turned me around. He lifted me up onto the stove (and I was just happy that I had only been making sandwiches and not cooking, otherwise it would have been hot, and he wouldn't have cared), then spread my legs.

He rammed his cock right into my cunt, and I started to moan. I could feel what good contact his cock was making with my clit, and he started to push my shirt up a little bit so that he could suck on my nipple.

Although there was overall pleasure from the fucking, there was also a great deal of pain that he was purposely inflicting. I knew that, and learned it for sure a few days later when Rob took me in front of all of them.

He took me to show them what to do, and as he was fucking my cunt from behind and slapping his cock in hard, he explained it to them.

"The sex should be good for us, and sometimes good for her. It's the way we can punish her if she's bad. If she learns to enjoy it too much, then it won't really be a punishment. In fact, she'll start fucking up purposely in hopes that we will abuse her, and we don't want that to happen."

They were all shaking their heads no.

From that time on, there was always some kind of pain added to the sexual abuse that they inflicted upon me. Believe me, there was never a time when I didn't come, but there was pain getting to that orgasm.

Once, I was fucked in the ass-hole while I was forced to ride another cock in my cunt, and that really hurt. Another time, after they realized how much I liked sucking on a cock, they had a slapping contest.

They each got their own cocks hard, then, one at a time, moved it to my mouth. As I was about to suck it, I was slapped across the face hard. They wanted to see who could slap me the hardest, and that was judged by who left the reddest mark on my face.

I couldn't believe how much that hurt, and you can bet that I hated every second of what they were doing. But what could I do. I was bound, and even if I hadn't been, five of them against one of me were tough odds.

So, I grew up in sexual slavery, satisfying my five brothers.

I have no idea what they do for satisfaction now that I've run away. I worked on that cuff lock around my ankle for weeks before I managed to force it open, and I was just glad that it happened one day, early in the morning. It was easy for me to run off while they were still working.

Before I left though, I went through their rooms, and between all of them, I found about seven hundred dollars. I thought that for what I did for them, they owed me more, but I wasn't going to be choosy. I just left and left them no note or anything.

I've gotten a job now in the city, and it took me the longest time before I felt the need to go out and meet a man.

I can't come unless I'm being abused though. I didn't realize it for the longest time. I mean, I met some men and they would fuck me, but nothing much would happen. Then, I met someone who wanted to tie me up, and I saw lights flashing and all that shit.

I mind it a little bit, I think. I mean, had it not been for my brothers, I would be able to function normally. I wouldn't need to be tied and abused, but as long as I know now that I need it, I can just keep looking for men who are willing to give it to me that way. Believe me, there are millions of men like that.

CONCLUSION

Hedy happens to be right. There are millions of men who love to abuse the woman that they are with. In fact, statistics seem to show that there are more men who want to do that than not.

Hedy seems to have come out of a harrowing situation quite well. She was literally kept a prisoner in her own house for about five years. She was forced to cook and keep house, and she was also sexually abused, as a kind of punishment for her, and as a way of sexual relief for her brothers.

I think that the girl has a good enough head on her shoulders to be able to change, if she desires that change enough. Mentally, she is dealing with the whole situation better than one would expect already.

CASE HISTORY SIX

SUBJECT: Nancy D. AGE: Twenty-seven

INTERVIEW ONE

Nancy is a tall, thin girl with short red hair, she first came to see me, I felt that she was a little bit too thin for a girl as tall as she is, but that is my own personal preference. For men who prefer girls on the thin side, Nancy is one of the most attractive to be found.

She was wearing a loose-fitting blouse, and although it did nothing to highlight her figure, I could tell that she was one of those small breasted women. She also had on a pair of slacks, which let me see just how long her legs are.

Overall, Nancy seemed to be quite relaxed, and quite eager to talk.

When I've talked to my friends about some of the things that have been happening in my life, about some of the things that I think are strange, they all seem to think that there is nothing wrong with it. In fact, many of them think that it's good that I've learned how to get into it so well.

Plus, they all seemed to go through the same kind of problem that I went through after being with one man for a long period of time, so I'm kind of happy that I can relate to them on that level.

I guess I should begin by telling you all about my relationship with Robert.

I met him when I was twenty, which was seven years ago, and I had been fucking around for along time before I met him. I can hardly even remember the first boy that I fucked, which I think is strange.

Most people say you remember the first time. I guess my first time was just so uninteresting, that I blocked it from my mind. It could have either been my cousin or a boyfriend who took me, but I don't really remember.

I do remember that it happened at a young age. I was all of thirteen, and although I was not yet fully developed, I was ready.

My cunt patch was rather sparse at the time, for the hairs had just started to grow in, and I remember the boy making some comment about it.

I do remember something, though. The one who fucked me was only so-so, and after he had come in me, I was not that relieved. He had worked me up pretty well, but he had come before I had had a chance to peak.

Therefore, when I got home that night, I ran into my room and decided that I was going to see how I could turn myself on. The boy's come was still in my cunt, and I started, to massage myself gently.

I thought about the cock, which happened to have been nice looking. I thought about cocks in general, since I had seen a few, and had liked the way that they looked. Thinking about one sliding in and out of my cunt, making me come in all directions, until I wanted him to finally come, was a great fantasy.

Of course, it was totally unlike what had really happened, where the boy had just worked me up, thrust in and out, then come fast.

Thinking about a cock working me over was making me come over and over again, and I remember the way my clit was throbbing under the touch of my own fingers. I could feel my whole body getting wetter and wetter with sweat, and soon, I had brought myself off to a multiple series of orgasms.

I was moaning pretty loud, nd I was just glad that my parents didn.t hear me.

Within the next few days, I had fucked someone else. I had let some other boy do it to me, but I had told him not to go fast.

"I want to be able to come, too. Otherwise, what's the sense?"

This boy's name was Danny, and he started to fuck me nice and slow. In fact, when I felt how good his cock was, and how slow he was moving, I had a feeling that he was never going to come, which was fine with me.

I had learned to love the feeling of a cock, so long as it could turn me on, and I was loving the feeling of Danny's dick in me. He would thrust upwards, hard, so that as he moved in, his cock would make the most incredible sliding contact with my clit. Soon, my clit was throbbing like mad, and as he continued to fuck me, I was coming over and over again, around his rigid pole.

It was my spasming that turned him on and eventually let him come, he was to tell me much later, and I could not have been happier about that. He seemed to really get off on the tight, wet spasms around his cock.

When he came in me, I loved that feeling too.

So, after that, I was fucking around like a rabbit. I remember that a few of my friends did think that I was too loose of a woman, but then again, I knew what they were missing, whereas, they had no idea of it.

Lisa, a good friend of mine, was one of the ones who thought I was a bit trampy, until I suggested that she go out and get fucked.

She did, and she came back to me, looking like she was glowing. I swear, that she looked so radiant, it was incredible. She told me that I had been right, and that she was never going to listen to those unfucked girls again.

"However, there was something that I didn't like," she said to me.

"What's that? Did he fuck you too hard? Was this it? Tell me."

"It was all right, but I just let Ziggy fuck me so that I could feel what it was like. I didn't really feel one way or the other about him."

"Well, what's the difference? Wasn't the sex good? Wasn't it?"

"Sure. That was a physical feeling, though. I think that if any man fucked my cunt he would bring out that same physical feeling in me. There has to be more to it than that, Nancy. I'm sure that there has to be."

"What more could there be?" I asked her.

We were about seventeen at the time, I should tell you now.

"Love. I mean, I think if I felt something emotional for the man who was fucking me, I would probably get into it more. As it is, now, I don't feel anything for Ziggy. I only have good feelings for his cock."

"It's a good start on the road to love," I said to her, and she laughed.

"I don't think so at all. I think that you are just deceiving yourself. I think that because you started to fuck four years ago, and learned how nice it was feeling, you've just learned to get off on he physical part of it. You don't have any idea about the emotional part that goes with love."

I was a little bit pissed off, hearing her talk like that, but I knew that I had something that would counter for it.

"Do you? You talk like you're the fucking pro, Lisa. You talk like you know it all, when all you've ever known was one dick."

"No, I don't. I'm not saying that I do. But I'm saying that I think you're way of thinking is just the slightest bit fucked up. You're never going to find love if you keep looking for good fuckers."

I thought about what she said, and then, I started to ask a lot of people that I knew, all about sex. I asked couples, basically, because I had to know.

"How important is sex to your total relationship?" I would ask.

Well, Doctor, have you ever asked people that kind of question.

I got all sorts of answers, and they were incredible. I learned a great deal about it from different couples who had been together for different periods of time. Those who were new to their relationship thought it was super important.

In fact, one guy who was seeing my cousin, and had been seeing her for three months, thought that it was one hundred per cent of the relationship. My cousin thought that it was about thirty, which was still high.

Because, you see, with people who had been together for years, and one couple who I knew who had been together for two decades, sex seemed to be much less important.

From one man, I heard that it was only three per cent of the relationship, and that seemed to throw me off so much. When he saw how much he was confusing me, he started to explain it to me a little bit better.

His wife sat next to him, and she nodded in approval as he talked.

"It started out meaning a lot to us, just as I'm sure it starts out meaning a lot to almost everyone into sex. However, it just doesn't last long. If sex is all that you have going for your relationship, then it's doomed from the start. You'll see that as you grow with someone, it doesn't mean as much."

That really started me thinking. I had been fucking around and having a great time sexually with most of the guys I balled.

However, when I thought more about it, those who got to fuck me on a first or second date would usually see me for a few more dates, then break off. Sometimes, if a man was a good fuck and he broke off with me, I would go into severe depression.

It was not until I started to believe that sex was not all that important, that I could work myself out of these depressions and feel better about myself.

I started to curb my sexual appetite a bit. I didn't fuck any boy who wanted to fuck me after thinking about it more, and when I did, it was because I really had serious feelings about the boy.

When I met Robert, my husband, I knew that he was something special. He was a handsome brown-haired man, who seemed to like me for me. He was three years older than I was, and he had been around quite a bit.

The first three times that we went out, he just kissed me when he dropped me off back at my apartment. He was a sensational kisser. Just standing there leaning back against the door, feeling his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth, was making me hot, and making me weak in the knees, too.

For those first three dates, I went back into my apartment and masturbated myself into a frenzy, until I was coming all over the place.

I had invited him in all those times, but he never wanted to come in.

On our fourth date, I made dinner in my place. I thought it would be ony way to make sure that he finally got inside.

We had a fantastic dinner, and we were both feeling nice and mellow from he wine that he had bought with him. It was an expensive wine, although it wouldn't have made a difference to me, as I don't know wines at all.

I had a fire going in the living room as we sat on the couch and talked.

He kept telling me about how he wanted to find one stable woman to share his life with, and since he was already a rather successful accountant, he knew that he would be a good deal for a woman.

I really loved him more and more as he spoke, and then, I moved my lips to his and made the first move.

I kissed him hard, pressing my tongue into his mouth. I slid my hand down between his legs and squeezed the thick bulge that I could feel there. I loved it when I felt it stiffening, and when it was as hard as could be, I could even feel the way it was throbbing through his pants and underpants.

I started to open his zipper, and soon, I had slid down onto the carpet, and was stationed right between his legs.

I pulled his cock out of his pants, and I saw just how huge it was. It was probably the biggest cock that I had ever come across, although you can bet your life that I never let him know that. I didn't want him starting to think that I was some kind of a tramp or something, someone who had fucked everyone.

"You're beautiful down here," I said to him, as I moved my mouth to the cock.

I licked the head of it, then opened my mouth wider and started to move it right down the shaft. I think that he was pretty amazed at the way I was able to take his cock all the way into my throat.

I pressed my nose against his thick black pubic patch.

I could hear the way that he was moaning, and soon, his hands were caressing my tits right through my blouse. He could feel how stiff my nipples were, and he started to pluck on them as gently as he possibly could.

My whole body was responding. Although he didn't know it, I was so turned on by him, that my cunt was spasming.

I started to think about what Lisa had said. After our talk, I had tried to make it only with men who turned me on, and it had been better. When I say turned me on, too, I mean emotionally, before physically.

Robert was the best of both worlds. I loved where his head was at, and loved the way he looked, too. I loved the taste of his cock, and his fingers on my tits, enough so that I was coming long before he even touched my pussy.

When I felt his cock starting to pulsate in my mouth, I flicked my tongue back and forth over the head of his dick. As I did, I felt the first shot of come landing right on my tongue, ane the force with which it was shot out was great. I started to suck him harder and harder.

One thing that I loved was the look of passion on his face as I was sucking the come from his dick, and when I saw a drop of sweat starting to trickle down the side of his face, that was even more of a turn-on. I knew that he was so hot because of what I had done to him, and that was a good thought.

After that, he started to lift me up a bit. He lifted me to my knees so that he could open my blouse and move his mouth to my tits. Because my tits are on the small side, he was able to suck a whole tit into his mouth.

I loved feeling his lips all around my small mound of flesh, and from the way he had been getting turned on, I knew that he loved me for my small tits.

I had always felt insecure about them, I must admit, but he was making me feel like the only kinds of tits worth having were small ones.

As he held the fleshy part of my tit between his lips, his tongue was working over my nipple like you wouldn't believe. At first, it was pressing down against my red nipple, but then, he started to flick my nipple back and forth, and I could feel the way the sweat was just pouring out of my body.

He sucked on both of my tits for long periods of time, and then, he slid his hand down to my buttocks. He started to lift me to my feet in front of him, and he was opening the zipper of my skirt, and pushing it and my panties down together.

Then, he pulled my cunt closer to his face. I felt his warm tongue licking my cunt lips, and the faster he licked them, the more turned on I got. Soon, I could feel the way my cunt lips were spreading for him.

He held them open so that he could work over my clit. He started to flick my love button back and forth as fast as he could, and I could feel the way my cunt was starting to get wetter and wetter.

Robert loved it. He was sucking at my juices as hard as he could, and I could feel one orgasm taking over for another one. His fingers, roaming over my buttocks, were also feeling so good, and making me hotter.

I don't even remember how long he was eating me for. You know how many people tend to think that time flies when you're having fun, and I'm one of them. He could have been eating me for hours, or maybe only minutes.

The time was unimportant. It was the pleasure that counted more than anything else.

I started to reach for his cock after a while, and when I felt how hard it was, I knew that I had to have him fuck me.

I moved closer to him, and started to lower myself down onto his cock.

I had never really taken control like that before, and it was to be something that would start a pattern with us.

Before I was all the way down on his cock, he stopped me. He lifted his ass up off the couch, then started to open his pants. He slid them all the way down around his ankles, then continued to lower me.

I felt that lovely pole of his sliding deep into me, and because of the position, the contact that he was making with my clit was fucking sensational. I could feel the way my cunt was spasming so tight around him, that I just didn't want to move for the first few seconds.

I started to kiss him on he lips, and he kissed me right back. Our tongues were playing games, and every so often, we would switch. I would be tonguing his mouth, and then he would thrust his tongue into my mouth.

That went on for the longest time, and I could feel the way the heat was just surging through my body.

Then, as I started to ride up and down on his cock, he slid his hands behind to my buttocks and started to squeeze them.

Since my ass cheeks were super sensitive all the time, and even more so when I was feeling sexual pleasure, I started to come harder around him. I could feel his cock suddenly getting so rigid in my cunt.

I was so sure that he was going to come, and I was so happy when he didn't. At least not right away.

He made me slow down, and it was not until his cock pulsations subsided that I started to ride him faster. Once again, like the oral sex that had preceded this hot fuck, I had no idea how long it took.

The fuck was just too sensational though, for many reasons. The main one had to do with the climaxes, though. For the first time in my life, the man that I was fucking came at the same time that I did.

I mean, I was coming for the fifth or sixth time, but the fact that he managed to come at the very same time that I did turned me on so much. I was kissing him harder and harder as his dick filled me.

I knew that I was going to marry him. I just knew it.

I didn't even think about the survey that I had done three years back, and how that couple who had been married for the longest time said that sex is not that important.

Besides, I thought that we had many other things in common.

However, I do know that we did get married for purely sexual reasons. We had loved each other before we had ever fucked each other, but the fucking was the thing that made us even more aware of our love.

But after a few years of marriage, the fucking was not that good anymore. I could even say that it was a matter of months when the fucking started to seem worse, but I guess I won't.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time that Nancy came to see me, she was wearing a long dress, and it seemed to make her look even taller. In many ways, I thought that the whole look was unbecoming, but then, she told me how much her husband loved it when she looked like that. I started to realize that Nancy was a sexual slave to her husband.

The first time I was ever aware of the fact that things had gone wrong between me and Robert was really a few months after we were married. We were making love, or rather, he was making love to me, and I wasn't even thinking about it.

Instead, I was thinking about what I was going to do the next day.

You see, my husband didn't want a wife who worked, and since we lived in a smallish apartment, there was not all that much to keep me busy. I was, in fact, very bored, and even the sex, which I had once loved, couldn't make me overcome the boredom.

When I started to find things to do with my days, it was better. The sex suddenly took a turn for the best, and stayed that way for a while.

However, I would think about how important

I used to think sex was, and how important I knew it to be now, and I would get depressed.

Then one night, we had a huge fight. He had come home from work late, and this was about five years after we had been married, and all that he had on his mind was making love to me. For one thing, I was upset because he hadn't even called to tell me that he would be late, and one of the last things I had in mind was fucking.

So, there was a bit of a struggle. I had been laying in bed watching television.

He had shut it off, and he had started to undress. I had already made it clear to him that I was in no fucking mood, but as he pulled his pants down and I saw that his cock was hard, I knew that I would have no choice.

He started to push my nightgown up over my cunt, and he moved his head there. I thought that I would let him do what he wanted, and I clicked the remote control switch on so that I would be able to watch some television.

Robert was eating my hot cunt at the time, so much so, that he hardly even noticed that I had turned on the television. However, as he started to fuck me and I was trying to look up over his shoulders, he turned his head.

"Why, you fucking bitch," he said to me. "You fucking little cunt."

He started to fuck me even harder, and although it was hurting, I was too much into the show that I was watching to even care. I think that must have hurt him even more, and soon, he was slapping me.

That started the big physical fight that we had. When he slapped me, I decided that I didn't have to put up with shit like that, so I hit him right back. That led to his hitting me again, and so on and so forth.

We were both badly bruised and aching, and when he finally came inside of me, I know that I really hurt him by what I said next.

"Thank God you came and it's over. That's enough for tonight."

We didn't say anything to each other the next day, and the day after, and the tension was just too great for me to handle. The hird day after the fight, we sat down and had a long talk with each other, which was great.

We both said just what was on our mind, about our feelings toward each other.

Basically, it came down to one thing. We both seemed to be very much in love with each other still, but sex was just not what it used to be. We had grown too accustomed to each other, and there was nothing new or exciting about it.

I told him about the survey that I had done once, and abou that older couple and what they thought about sex. He just laughed.

"Of course they would say that. They were older, and didn't really need it anymore. We're still young. I don't know about you, but I need it."

"Well, so do I, Robert. I used to love fucking you."

"Then obviously, we need some kind of a change. Let's think about it."

The next day, when he was at work, he called me up. It was he first time that I had ever heard him sounding so excited about anything in months.

"I think that I have the solution," he said to me. "This guy that I work with and I were talking about my problem and..."

"You talk to the people you work with about us?" I asked.

"Yes. Just shut up and listen. He had a good idea. He and his wife had been having the same kind of problem for a while, and they figured out what to do. He and his wife became swingers, and they swapped with other couples. He said that the first time they did it they were nervous, and after that, it was easier."

"Is that what you're suggesting now?" I asked him.

"Yes. David said that he and Didi would love to do it with us. He saw pictures of the two of us, and he-likes you."

"Well, you let me see a picture of him first, and I'll let you know."

And sure enough, that night, he brought home a picture of the two of them.

David was a handsome black-haired man, and Didi was his lovely, sultry wife. When I thought about swapping, I liked the idea.

So we arranged to go over to their apartment that Saturday night, and that was when I was first introduced to a whole new way of life.

You see, Didi was a sex slave for her husband. She told me, much later, that she had seen someone else like that, and when she had noticed how much it had turned her husband on, she had decided to do it.

When we arrived at their apartment, she came to answer the door. She was wearing a G-string, and a black lace bra. When she turned her back on us to lead us into the living room, I could see that she had bruise marks all over her buttocks. It looked as if someone had been hitting her with a riding crop.

"What's that?" I asked, and she smiled at me.

"When I disobey the master, then I have to take the punishment," the said.

I didn't really know what she meant by master, until we walked into the living room and I saw David sitting in a high-backed chair. He had the riding crop in his hand, and he was slapping it against his open palm.

He was also dressed in a fantastic looking suit. Overall, he reeked of class.

"Well, come sit by me, Didi," he said to her, and she moved right over to him and sat down right next to him on the floor. As soon as she did, he lashed thy riding crop out and hit her on the back.

She didn't even wince. She didn't even make like she had felt it, although, when I looked later, you could see where it had hit her.

"How dare you sit before offering them drinks," he screamed at her.

"But you told me to sit by you," she said back to him, and he hit her again.

"Don't you start to fight in front of our company, pig. You know that you should see that the guests are seated and comfortable first. Instead, you act like the selfish, slutty pig that you are, and they all see it."

I could hear the way that she was whimpering, and I felt sorry for her.

But then, she got up, asked us to sit, and asked us what we wanted to drink. As she left the room to make the drinks, I gasped.

"How could you treat a woman like that?" I asked her. "You're making her into your slave. You treat her like shit."

"Are you happy in your marriage right now?" he asked me, and I could see the kind of restrained anger that he was feeling.

After all, I was not his slave, and yet, I was a woman, and close to being one.

"No," I said. "That's why we're here. You know that. You know that."

"Well shut your fucking mouth, and don't you make snide comments about how I treat my wife. We have been married now for twelve years, and we've never been happier. You happen to be miserable after five."

"But my husband said that you were miserable at one point."

"Yes, and this has changed it all. So don't go making judgments."

She walked back in then and started to serve us the drinks. Then, as she walked back toward David, he whipped her again on the ass.

"I'm sure that Robert wants other things from you, bitch. After all, you do look so hot, and I think you could satisfy him. She is turning you on, isn't she, Robert?"

"Oh, yes," he said, and I looked between his legs.

It was easy to see the huge bulge hat he had there, and as Didi saw, she walked right back in front of him.

She started to sink to her knees in front of him, and then, as she moved her hand to his fly, there was a loud cracking sound.

I saw that David had lashed a whip out at her, hitting her hard.

"Don't you know that you should use your teeth? Didn't I teach you well enough you pig? I thought that I did."

I was a bit horrified by the tension in the room, and yet, when she moved her mouth down to his fly and started to pull it down with her teeth, there was something so nice about it. I happened to love the way it looked.

She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. Then, she started to move her mouth up and down the cock shaft. I could see the way her tongue kept flicking back and forth along the underside, and I could hear the way that she was moaning as she kept sucking him over and over.

She played with his balls, too, and then, I heard him moaning loud.

He didn't come, for she knew that she shouldn't let him yet.

"No, you," David said, calling out to me. "Why don't you come over here and try sucking on my cock? Come along."

I started to walk over, because I was getting horny, and since this was a kind of swap, he was my man for the night. I moved my hand to his fly, and he slapped it so hard that the pain lingered for hours.

Then, he wrapped the leather whip around my neck, hard.

"Now look, you, you're going to learn to be trained, or else."

I slapped him across the face so hard, that I caught him off guard. However, he regained his composure, and then stood up.

"All right, you sniveling little cunt. If you don't want to learn how to play the game, then play with your own fucking pussy."

He walked right past me and moved behind his wife, who was still going down on my husband. He started to lick her back, and he was licking his way down her back soon enough, so that he was eating her cunt from behind.

I could see the way he slid his fingers into her cunt, and as she started to moan louder and louder, I had such a longing to be her. I wanted to be there, between two hot looking men with nice cocks.

Of course, I hadn't seen his cock yet, but I saw it soon enough. He pulled it out of his pants slowly, then started to massage it a bit. He seemed to be doing it for my benefit, or rather, for my torture.

David had one of the nicest looking cocks I had ever seen, and I'm sure that he had to be aware of just how nice it looked. You don't have a cock like that without being aware of how nice it is.

Then, he started to move it toward his wife's cunt from behind

"Wait, you bastard," I screamed at him. "I thought that this was a fucking swap. I thought that you would be with me."

"You, my dear, are a super cunt. I don't like super cunts. If you would learn your place, then maybe I would let you have my dick."

"What is my place?" I asked, and I could see how interested he was starting to get in me, so much so, that he turned away from his wife, who kept on sucking my husband.

"Your place is on your knees, like a good woman slave," he said.

"And if I am good, I will get that cock of yours?" I asked.

He shook his head as he started to stand up, and I loved the look of his cock so much, that I sunk to my knees then. I started to crawl toward him and soon, my mouth was close to his cock. Just as I opened my mouth to take his dick in though, he slapped me hard across the face with it.

Then, he grabbed me by the hair and rammed his cock into my mouth.

No one had ever treated me so hard before, and there was something so nice about it. I could feel the way my whole body was starting to tingle, and as he was thrusting in and out, faster and faster, his balls kept slapping my chin.

He moved the whip back around my neck, and tied it a bit, so that it was a kind of collar for me to be wearing.

Then, a few seconds after he had started, I could feel the way he was starting to shoot off in my mouth.

"Yes, you no good cunt," he was moaning. "Keep sucking it. Keep sucking."

I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I thought that the whole experience was so sensational. I had never thought that being treated like shit would be such a turn-on for me, but I was learning nice and fast.

As he finished coming in my mouth, he pulled his cock out.

Just then, I heard my husband moaning, and he started to come in Didi's mouth.

After that, the two men stood up over both of us.

"Now, which do you think is the more desirable?" David asked my husband, and when he pointed to Didi, I was a little bit upset.

I started to protest and as I did, David slapped me again.

"You must learn to wait for your turn, you cunt," he said to me, and then, he pulled my hands behind my back.

He tied them quickly with a leather cord, and I was helpless.

Then, I watched what he did with his wife. I had never seen anything like it. There were these chains hanging from the ceiling, and he cuffed her arms and ankles with them so that she was soon hanging.

They were low enough so that she was at the perfect cock level with the men when they were standing.

"Now, tell us what a cunt you are," David said to her, and he started to get undressed, as he told my husband to do the same.

"I am worthless," she said to him. "I am nothing without you. You make me everything that I am, which is why I will let you use me any way that you deem fit. Were it not for you, I would be worse than low scum."

I could hardly believe that she was saying all of that, and yet, I could see something happening to both of the men.

After each had come, they had lost their hard-ons, and listening to her was starting to bring the hardness back.

Having known my husband as long as I had, I was sure that what she said had something to do with his getting hard so fast, for even when Robert and I had first been dating, he would come, and then have to wait at least a half an hour before he could get himself hard again. And yet, as I watched him, I could see the way his cock was starting to stiffen so soon after he had just come.

Didi kept talking like that for the longest time, and then David told my husband that he should shut the bitch up.

Robert looked at him, wondering how he could do it, and David pointed to my husband's hard cock, which was sticking straight out.

Within seconds, my husband had rammed it right into her mouth. He started to thrust in and out hard. I couldn't see it all because of where I was, but you can bet that I was hearing the sounds of the slapping flesh.

You can bet that I was getting off on the idea of it, too. I mean, I started to wish that I would have been me up there.

"Now fuck her cunt. You haven't even felt it yet," David said.

And as soon as he said it, Robert pulled out of her mouth and walked right to the other end of her body. He thrust right into her cunt, and I could hear the way that she was moaning so loud.

I knew that she had to be coming, and suddenly, I started to cry.

"What the fuck is wrong with you bitch?" David said to me.

"She's getting it all and I'm getting nothing. This is no fair."

"Tell me that you're a no good cunt, and maybe you'll get something."

I thought about it. The idea of lowering me to him was not turning me on, but then again, the idea of getting a dick in my cunt was. I started to tell him what low slime I was, and how his cock was all powerful.

He loved it, and he told me to get up and get undressed.

Within seconds, he had untied me so that I could do it, and after I was naked, he started to chain me up, the same way that she was.

I was suspended in the air, looking up at the ceiling. My wrists and ankles were cuffed, and although cuffs were cutting into my flesh, there was still something nice about the whole thing.

He moved his cock right to my cunt and started to fuck me. I could feel what a good fucker he was, and even though he was fucking me hard, so that my thighs soon felt like they were on fire, I didn't care.

You see, my cunt had been feeling like it was on fire, too. My cunt was coming over and over again around his thick pole.

The whole experience that night opened up a new world to me.

Later, after David had shot a load into me, and my husband had come in Didi, they let us down so that we could serve them.

We went to get some food ready, and that was when the two of us had a chance to talk about what had happened.

"Why did you let yourself get into something like this, originally?" I asked.

"I was bored. We hated each other. Nothing was going right between us. Then, he taught me that if there was one master in the house, who had total say over everything, things might work out better."

"Why?" I asked. "You have no free will anymore. Is that good?"

"I love my husband. I've always loved him. Sex was no good for us after a while, and that made our whole relationship tense. I wanted it to work out, and this was the way that he wanted it. I learned to love it. You do, you know, because when you do what they want you to do, the sex is better. It takes a long time for you to build yourself up to it, but once you do, you learn to love it."

And she turned out to be right, because for the last two years, I have been the slave to my husband, and I have never been happier.

The first time that we tried it, it was hard. He whipped me a little bit, but he wasn't showing me his cock, which was the thing I wanted. He talked with David about it the next day, and David told my husband to make sure that I can see his cock, so that I know what I'll be getting as a reward when he finished with me.

Also, by making my whole life revolve around him, I've become so much more content with the whole world. I used to worry about the world, and how hard it was to get by, and now, I don't worry about shit.

All I have to worry about is that my master will treat me right.

There are some nights now when Robert comes home, and the first thing that happens by the door is that he makes me take his cock out of his pants, using my teeth to open his zipper. If I fail, he'll hit me and tie me up.

If I succeed, I get to suck his cock off before we eat.

When we eat, I wait on him hand and foot, and every so often, he'll pull his cock out to let me see how fine it's looking. That can usually make my mouth water, and there have been times when he has had to tie me up to keep me from attacking him.

You see, I'm not all that fully trained. There are times when I want his cock so badly, that I'm willing to do anything for him.

Once he wanted to see me seducing some other man, and so, we invited a neighbor over. He hid himself, and I told the neighbor that my husband had been called out on business. I invited him in, and it was not long before I had him naked, and he was plowing my cunt with that big dick of his.

After he had come, he dressed and left. Then, Robert came out and he started to beat me worse than he had in he longest time. He told me that I had looked like I was enjoying the man's cock too much.

"I only enjoy yours, and you know it," I said to him, and he seemed more than satisfied with the answer.

As a result, he started to fuck me for hours.

Each time he thought that he was going to come, he would slow down, and then, he would start up again once he was sure that he could do it nice and hard.

All I ever think about now during the day is my master, and I look forward to the moment when he will come home and take me.

Sometimes he lovemaking can be really hard, and sometimes he can leave my body bruised from his whipping.

But do you want to know something? There are afternoons when he's at work and I'll be home alone, and when I look at the bruises from the night before, I will get so horny that I start to masturbate. That's something I can never let him know, because I think that he would really whip me hard.

CONCLUSION

Nancy's story is similar to other stories of women who want to learn to satisfy their men, and are willing to do anything for that satisfaction.

Her husband was one of the first men that she truly loved, and when their sex life started to deteriorate, she knew that she would have to do something to keep him, so she became his sex slave.

In many ways, she is much better off because she was doing it willingly. Those women who are forced to become slaves against their will usually end up suffering a lot more. Nancy, on the other hand, loves her new role.

In fact, I started to wonder what she would do if she no longer had to play the role and could go out on her own.

Some people just can't make it on their own, and she seems to be one of them.

CASE HISTORY SEVEN

SUBJECT: Peggy D. AGE: Twenty-five

INTERVIEW ONE

Peggy is a beautiful brown-haired girl with large eyes and an attractive figure. It was easy to tell, from her very mannerisms, that Peggy is something of a sex slave, only because of the totally insecure feeling that one gets from her.

She was quite willing to talk, and it was only later that I was to learn her lover/master had been the one who insisted she come to see me. Therefore, she knew that she had to come and be open and honest, for he wanted to hear what she had to say later on.

It all started when I was younger. I would imagine that's the way it tends to happen with almost all of the girls in the world, you know.

I think that things that happen in our past influence our future.

My father used to beat my mother. I could remember the first time that I saw it was when I was only five. He had her tied down on their bed, and I could hear the loud slapping sounds as he was hitting her over and over.

When I walked by the room later, I saw that he was whipping her. Then, he was moving his hard cock to her mouth.

He rammed it between her lips and started to thrust so hard, that I was sure he was going to kill her. I could hear her groaning, and I knew that she really didn't like what he was doing to her. And yet, she had no choice.

He started to fuck her cunt later, and I didn't really know what was happening there with her. I didn't know a thing about fucking, and I wondered where he was putting that long pole between his legs.

When he fucked her, though, her whole attitude changed. She started to moan a whole lot, and I knew that she had to be liking what he was doing to her then. You didn't moan like that unless you were enjoying it.

I saw him pull out and come on her belly, and that scared me.

For the rest of my time that I spent with them, I remember seeing him abusing her many times, and he was always saying the same kinds of things.

"Women are shit, and that's why they have to put up with what the men want to give them. Especially women like you," he would say to her. "You live off of me. I bring home all the money, and you just spend it. Therefore, I'm allowed to do anything that I want to do to you, and I will."

Once, I saw him tie her up and throw her across the bed. Then, he started to move his cock to her ass-hole.

By that time, I knew all about fucking. I hadn't done anything with any boy yet, but I had heard all about it. I saw the way that he was starting to fuck her ass, I just couldn't get over it.

She seemed to hate it, and yet, she put up with it. In fact, while he was ramming his cock in and out of her, he was screaming at her.

"Say it. Say it. You know that I want to hear you say it, and you know that I won't come in you until you do. I don' care. This hot ass of yours feels good. I love the way it's so tight. I don't care if I kill you, but if you care, you might as well say it and get it over with."

"You are better than me. I'm nothing. No woman is anything. You men are worth everything in the world, and we women are shit."

"More. Tell me about how much you love my cock, and how you live for it."

"But you know that already," she said to him. "You know that."

He slapped her so hard, that I could hear the slapping sound kind of echoing. I heard her let out aloud groan, and then, she started to say it.

Seconds later, he was pulling his cock out of her ass-hole and he was jerking the shaft, so that he was coming on her back. I could hear the way that she was groaning as he came, and then, it was over.

So you see, Doctor, I grew up in an house where I was the only child, and my mother was like my father's slave.

She didn't wait on him hand and foot, but she was constantly being reminded of the fact that he was everything and she was nothing, and I was always hearing it. He didn't only treat her like that when it came to sex.

He treated her like that when it came to anything. If she dropped something on the floor accidentally, he would kick her hard and tell her what a stupid shit she was. If she was reading when he wanted her, he would rip the book up and throw the pieces in her face. He did so many things like that.

Then, when I was fifteen, he did the worst thing to me.

I knew that he was drunk when he did it, because I could smell on his breath when he finally came to take me.

Also, my mother was running after him, trying to stop him.

"She's old enough now, and I'm going to be the first to take her," he was screaming, as my mother kept crying.

She actually jumped on his back when he walked into my room, as if she was trying to tackle him or something.

He slapped her hard, and then, he grabbed her. He pulled his belt off and tied her hands together behind her back.

Then, he started to attack me. He started to say things to me hat I had heard him saying to my mother for the last few years. He told me what shit I was, and how I was really good for nothing but anything.

As he was saying it, he was tearing at my pajamas. I tried to fight him, but he was much stronger than I was, and soon, he had me naked.

He threw me down on the bed and pulled his cock out of his pants.

"You taste it first so that you'll know what it's like."

I heard my mother groaning as she looked over, and when I tried to look at her, he slapped me hard across the face again.

I started to cry, and then, he rammed his cock into my mouth. I could feel the way it started to pulsate when it was in my mouth, and I felt my whole body stiffening. I hated it, and yet, there was nothing that I could do.

My father fucked my face for the longest time, and when he started to come, I could feel the cream shooting into my throat.

"Keep sucking, you bitch," he said, as he was digging his fingers into my virgin cunt to try and get me wet.

There was no way that I was going to get wet, I was sure.

For I had masturbated a few times in my life, and I did know what it felt like to touch myself gently and make myself come. Not only was he being too rough with me, but he was also scaring me so much.

I couldn't take it. I started to gag on his cock, and he pulled it out of my mouth.

He moved it right between my legs, and as he rammed it into me, he could feel how dry I was. He started to slap me around, telling me that I should get wet for him because he was my father and he wanted me to.

"You bastard," my mother was screaming, and then, he pulled out of me.

He walked over to her and slapped her around so hard, that she hit her head against the door near where she was lying, and passed out.

I was even more scared when he came back to finish his job. I thought that he had killed my mother, for one thing.

And even if he hadn't, I didn't want to be alone. At least with my mother watching I had felt a little bit safer.

He spit onto his hand and then moved the hand down to his cock. He did tha a few times so that his cock was wetter when he slid it right back into me. He thrust into my cunt so hard, that I felt something inside of me shatter.

It was just a feeling, of course. Luckily, he didn't break anything, except for my will. You see, after he had come and left my lying there like alimp rag, I just thought that everything he had ever said about me and my mother was true.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time that Peggy came to see me, I did something that I'd never before done with a patient. However, when she asked me if Lee could come with her, I had to say yes. Lee, you see, was her master, and he wanted to hear what she had to say about him. Since she told me that she would not continue with her second interview unless he could come, I had to let him.

Let me make say here that it was amazing to watch the two of them in my office. Although he never said anything, I could see her look at him every so often, as if she wanted some kind of reassurance from him that he was not getting angry at the things she was saying about him.

When he would smile at her, her whole world would seem to light up, and she would be more than willing to go on.

After my father raped me, I had to move out. My mother suggested that I go to live with my aunt, which I did, but I was never very happy. As far as my social life went, it was horrid.

Most of the boys that I went to school with were at the age where they wanted to go out with girls for one reason alone. They wanted to date girls for sex, of course, and the first time any boy tried it, I was terrified.

I kept thinking about what my father had done to me, and I kept my eyes clenched shut when he moved his cock into my cunt. He started to fuck me gently, and yet, I was not coming at all. In fact, I was in pain.

I started to moan a little bit to make him think that I was loving it, and he did seem to believe it, which I thought was good.

After I had let one boy fuck me, I thought that I might as well go on. I thought that it would be good for me if I could finally do it with someone who could make me come, and that was the reason I fucked around a lot.

Lee knows all about that. I told him all about my life.

He said that he doesn't care, right Lee? He said that as long as they didn't make me come, he does, that's all that counts.

I met Lee when I was twenty. He was ten years older than I was.

I had just started to work as a secretary, and he as one of my boss' clients. I know that he could see the insecurity in me the very first time that we were together, and he told me as much himself.

You see, I know that it shows on me.

Anyway, he asked me out and we went to dinner. During dinner, I was so sure that he was going to want to fuck me, and I was scared. I didn't know if I could do it with him, and I thought that he would be upset.

He didn't try anything on the first date, and on the second, he did.

He took me into his bedroom and he started to kiss me gently. He felt the way my whole body was getting tense, and then, he started to talk to me about it. He asked me what had happened to me when I was younger, as if he knew that something had happened.

I explained it all. I told him the kind of environment that I had grown up in, and my father had raped me. I told him about all the other sex that I had had, and how none of those boys would ever turn me on.

"I know what you need," he started to tell me, and the next thing that I knew, he was pulling my hands behind my back.

He cuffed them together, and then, he started to rape me.

I swear. He was ripping at my clothing, until I was naked, and he started to tell me what a piece of shit he knew I was.

I don't know why, but I was turned on I loved it when he started to ram his cock in and out of my mouth, hard.

I loved it even more when he spread my cunt lips with his fingers and moved his tongue to my clit. He started to wiggle my clit back and forth as fast as he could, and I could feel my whole body exploding.

"You were born to be nothing more than a slave to the man that you love," he said to me. "I could spot that in you the first time that I ever saw you. That was the thing that attracted me to you."

I loved it. When he called me his slave, I could feel my cunt spasming over and over again, and when he knew that my juices were flowing, he moved his mouth right down to my cunt and started to suck at them.

I came so hard then, that I was moaning loud.

"Yes, you are a master," I said to him. "You are a master. You're my master."

He was moving his cock back into my mouth, and I could feel the way he was soon coming, without even thrusting much.

Then, he told me about himself. He had grown up in a house similar to mine. His father was the total master over his mother, and he told me that his mother was the first woman he had ever fucked.

His father had wanted it that way so that Lee would grow up to be a good fucker, and not some jerk like most of the boys.

After he had come in my mouth, we waited until he got hard again.

Then, he rolled me onto my stomach and entered my cunt from behind. As he was thrusting his cock in and out of me, he was slapping my buttocks hard with his hand so that I felt like I was on fire.

I started to moan so loud, and soon, I was coming. I could feel the way my cunt was clinging to his thrusting rod, and he was moaning as he was coming.

I moved in with him the very next day, and went back to work.

"I want my woman to be all mine," he said to me. "I want her to be home when I get home from work. I want that she should have no life apart from mine. She is my complete and total slave."

I loved the idea of it, and that's the way things have been between us for the last five years. There has never been one unhappy moment.

Wait, I know that's wrong. I'm sorry, Lee. I'll tell him.

One day, Lee invited five of his male friends over. He had me tied in the middle of the room, and I was to service all of them, orally.

While they were taking turns fucking my face, I was getting off on it. He was standing behind me, rubbing his cock against my back. I could soon feel him sliding his cock down behind me, and then, he was entering my cunt.

None of the other men were allowed to fuck my cunt. They were only allowed to fuck my face, as fast as they wanted to, and I loved the feeling of being totally helpless. I loved the feeling of knowing that I was pleasing my master as well.

After all, Lee's cock was in my cunt from behind me, and he wanted me to suck off his friends which was what I was doing.

He managed to keep himself from coming until after they had all come, and when he filled me, it was so sensational.

The next night, he brought home a beautiful girl with him.

I thought that he was going to want me to make love to her, and soon, the two of us were going down on each other. It was the first time that I had ever sucked another woman's cunt and it was not bad.

But then, he was sitting on a chair, and he was playing with his cock.

He started to call the other girl over.

"Come here and sit on my dick. You can watch all of this. You, come and sit on my dick and ride it for a while."

I watched this lovely redhead walk over to him. I watched he way she started to spread her legs and move her cunt down on his cock.

I could see his cock moving in and out of her, and I could see he way he was cupping her buttocks and guiding her up and down his shaft.

And then, suddenly, I don't know what happened, but I was enraged. I couldn't believe that my master was fucking someone else.

I was glad that he had not tied me up, because I was able to run over an pull that bitch by the hair.

"No, I don't want to see this," I started to scream, as me and the redhead began to fight with each other.

I was very bad then, I know. I mean, I had interrupted my master, and also, I was not even listening to him then. He was screaming for me to stop, and then he was cracking the whip on the floor, over and over.

Finally, he came up behind me and kicked me in the ass, hard.

I rolled onto my back, and he kicked me in he cunt, too.

"You selfish bitch," he screamed at me. "You selfish untrained bitch. Did you see me get mad at you last night when you were sucking off all those cocks? Did you see the way I didn't get jealous?"

"Yes."

"But you did. You got jealous when you saw me fucking someone else. I don't have to put up with your jealousy, you cunt."

He started to whip me over and over, and the redhead was so upset that she grabbed her clothing and ran out.

After my master had whipped me, he rolled me onto my stomach.

Then he rammed his cock into my ass-hole from behind, and he started to fuck me harder than I could remember any man ever having done it to me. I thought that I was going to be ripped right open.

But then, he started to tell me how I was nothing, and how I should worship him and his cock, and that made me start to come.

I felt my ass-hole spasming a bit, because of the way my cunt and clit were thrust down against the rug, and soon, he had come in me.

That was really the last time we ever had a fight, although, whenever I do tend to cross him, he'll make me pay for it.

But, as a kind of test to make sure that I had learned the night before, he brought over another girl the next night.

He didn't even have the two of us making it. He just stripped her and then he started to fuck her in front of me.

I could feel the jealousy raging through me again, but I thought about the night before and what had happened.

Then, I started to think about something else, and that got me through it.

My master treated me right, and he deserved all the pleasure that he could attain just because of the way he treated me. If he wanted to be fucking another girl, then it was his right, so long as she was feeling pleasure, and he was.

In fact, I even moved behind him. I started to lick his buttocks which I had known that he liked, and when he turned and saw me, he smiled.

"You're learning so fast,' he said to me. "You're learning so fast."

I started to lick his ass-hole, and then, I could hear him moaning. From the way I felt his ass-hole spasming around my tongue,! knew that he was coming in her, and rather than being jealous, I was thrilled.

Because of that, he's brought over many other girls. He doesn't always fuck them in front of me, and he doesn't always fuck them at all.

Once he brought over a big dyke who wanted to abuse someone. I had never been abused by a woman before, but I thought it would be fun, so long as he liked the idea of it and gave his permission.

I was bound and then the dyke started to eat me. I couldn't believe how good that felt, because she knew just what to do.

I was whipped and beaten, and then, he started to fuck my face while this woman was still going at me.

The experience was incredible.

And do you know what, Doctor? Lee told me that if he-likes what I say here he's going to bring his male friends over for me again. He knows that I liked it that time when I got to suck all of those cocks.

I didn't really love sucking the cocks as much as I loved having Lee inside of me while I was sucking them.

Lee, will you let them come over again? Yes, I know that you will. You're just shaking your head no to make me feel bad, but I know that you'll invite them over.

And even if he doesn't, Doctor, I'll still come with him. He's the one and only man who ever knew just what I needed, and when he gives it to me, It just makes me fall in love with him all over again.

(Doctor's note: At this point, we still had more time for our interview, and Lee suggested that he go out and get something to eat. I have a feeling that he did this so that Peggy would have some time to talk with me alone. When he left, her whole attitude seemed to change.)

I'm really pretty scared of him, Doctor. I don't know if you can see that or not. I try not to act like I'm so scared of him when he's here, because when he knows something like that, he uses it against me. You see, when he knows that I feel fear, it makes him feel so much more power.

I can't stand it sometimes.

like that time when I was sucking off his friends. When he ad first suggested that it happen, before they even came over, I said that I liked the idea of it. I said that because I just knew that was what he wanted o hear.

I didn't really want to. You see, it's his cock that I love, and no one else's.

But when they came over, he kind of started the whole thing by playing with his cock through his pants. I don't even remember who

I told you I sucked first, but this is how it really happened.

He got me horny because of the way he was making his cock stiff, and he knew that my eyes were looking right down there. He was talking with his friends about sex at the same time, and that really turned me on.

Then, he pulled out his cock. I went to suck it, which I knew was what he wanted, and they were all sitting around watching. I was hardly even aware of them, until I heard him talking again.

He was telling them all that they didn't have to worry, and that I would be more than willing to suck them all off.

I couldn't say anything to the contrary. He had his fat cock stuffed in my mouth and he made sure that his hand was behind my head so that I couldn't pull my head up and tell him that I wouldn't do it.

I knew if I said anything like that, he would hate me for it.

Anyway, after he had come, I was forced to take in the others. My hands were tied behind my back, and the cocks were just shoved into my mouth, one after the other. I could taste the different flavor of each man.

Lee kept rubbing my tits and playing with my pussy the whole time, trying to keep me turned on, because he knew that was one way for me to get into it.

But let me stress, again, Doctor. It's his cock that I love. I didn't really like the idea of having to suck off the others. I like it when he dominates me and makes me his slave, but only when it's his cock I have to service.

That's the thing that turns me on. It's his dick, and only his. I can do anything I want to it when it's in my mouth, and the pleasure that I know I send through his body while I'm sucking it makes me hot.

I didn't really feel the same way with the other men. I might have told you that I did, but you have to remember that Lee was here. That was what he wanted to think happened and so, that was what I had to let him think happened.

It was a kind of torture, though. Each time one of those men pushed his cock in deep enough so that I was gagging on it, I didn't feel the same way that I do with Lee when he does that to me.

I felt like I was going to puke, and once, I almost thought I felt something come up, but I did swallow it.

Lee would have beat me to a pulp if I had puked.

And it just wasn't the same. As I had to move from one cock to the other, I was just hoping that they would all be smaller than

Lee's. There were one or two of them who didn't really get that far down in my throat. One of them, in fact, was just big enough to fit in my throat, and I could hold him all the way in my mouth and not even have to worry about throat penetration.

Anyway, the thing was a minor form of a nightmare, and you're the first person I ever really told that to.

Another thing. When he had that girl sucking him off, I couldn't stand it.

I told you that I worship that cock, and if I had to chose between the two and decide which one I hated more, I think it was having to watch him with that girl.

The thing with his male friends, when I had to suck them off, just really bothered me physically, and once a cock had shot and I managed to swallow the come, it was over.

The thing with the girl was something that bothered me emotionally, and that, as you know, is much more effective. It really hurts a lot more. In fact, talking to you about it right now is hurting me a great deal, but I'm trying not to let it show.

I could see her working over his big cock, whether it was in her mouth or in her cunt, and do you know what really hurt?

I wasn't even watching his cock as much as I was watching his face.

At times, when he lets me ride him, I always look at his face. When I see his eyes closed, and that smile of his, it makes me hot. Usually, my cunt will spasm around his cock a little more, just because I'm so turned on watching his smile.

Until that time when he forced me to watch him with another woman, I thought that I was the only one who brought that smile to his face.

I know. I was naive. You don't even have to tell me that is what you're thinking because I can see it on your face.

I was stupid to think that I was doing anything different. I mean, his cock is his cock, and when he just concentrates on the pleasures, I'm sure that he feels the same way no matter who he's with.

But when I saw it, that actual look that I had seen so many times while I rode him, I started to think of something.

All I really am to him is a sex object, or so I think. I mean, that girl was making him feel the same way that I did, or even better. I don't watch him for every second when I'm involved with him.

There are times when I like to close my eyes and relax.

But that time, if I wasn't watching his cock, I was watching his face, and I think that once

I noticed that very same look that I used to make him have, I kept looking at his face. In the end, I guess I watched his face more than I do when I'm with him, and that was what hurt so much.

There was always a super sexy expression there, and at times, it got even more intense. That's what aroused my jealousy.

In some ways, I'm glad that he beat me and fucked me when he was finished with her, because it was the one thing that reassured me of the fact that he loved me. It was the one thing that made me able to sleep.

I haven't slept very much since that night.

Doctor, I already told you how he is my whole world. Even if he makes me do things that I sometimes don't want to do, I'll do them, and for the time that it's his penis, I won't say anything, but I'll just go along with it.

That's because he's mine. If I told him my real feelings, I have a feeling that he would throw me right out.

I'd have a breakdown if he did that. I know that I would.

I have a feeling that I'd just think about his cock all the time, and how I'll never be able to have it to myself again, and that would just do me in.

I know it all sounds crazy. I live for him. I worship the ground that he walks on, and because I let him abuse me, I still suffer sometimes, emotionally.

I'm past the physical pain, Doctor. He can do anything to me physically, and if I know that it's turning him on, I won't mind. But sometimes, there is that emotional pain, and that's the thing that stays with me. That's the thing that's slowly eating me up inside.

That's also the thing that I know will come between us one day. I hope that I'll be able to hold out, but sometimes, I just really want to tell him how I feel, and not how I know he wants to hear how I feel. That's usually what I'll do. I'll tell him what I know he wants to here.

I will keep it up. as long as I can. I hope I can forever.

CONCLUSION

There was no way that Peggy could ever grow up to be anything but a slave, when you think about her past. She grew up in a house where she was taught that women were worth nothing, and men were everything.

Her self-image was so low, that there was no way she could make it in this world on her own. In fact, the one thing that I found fascinating about her story was the way she said she had first had a job.

She had not worked too long when she met Lee, and he seemed to save her from the world. At home, in his apartment, she is protected from everything.

Lee makes up her entire world., and since he can turn her on, and she is in love with him, I think that she is well off. I believe that if she had not met a man like Lee, she would have easily ended up institutionalized for the rest of her life.

GENERAL

CONCLUSION

The sexual slave can only survive once he or she learns how to channel pain into pleasure. After all, if a person is bound, and at the hands of another person, that master can do anything he desires.

Whippings and other forms of beatings are quite common with slavery, and usually, one thing that can keep the slave going is knowing that she will finally be satisfied by the master.

That satisfaction should always come at the end of the slave session, or else, the slave might try to rebel the next time.

There is something to say about this sexual game-playing, however, I think that it can only be interesting when both parties are willing. If someone is forced to be a slave, it can effect her for the rest of her life, and cause great psychological problems that she might never get over.

Many cases in this book exemplify both sides of the story.

People like Angle and Nancy were willing slaves, and psychologically, they are much more together than people like Amy or Hedy, who had been forced to carry out certain things.
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