The use of leather and the act of whipping are not new to the sexual history of mankind. Probably ever since time began, people have been submitting to and administering beatings to each other for sexual stimulation and enjoyment.
There are many forms of this kind of activity and this volume represents only a small portion of the acts. In these pages you will discover young women who have fallen willingly or unwillingly into the world of pain and pleasure, where nothing is barred and anything goes.
Consider the words of just a few of the people you will be meeting:
Mara D., sixteen: "I thought the world had ended when my parents died. I couldn't have realized the kind of pain I would go through with my step-parents...."
Shelly W., eighteen: "My gymnastics coach cornered me one afternoon and gave me the worst beating I ever had. I couldn't believe it when I started to enjoy it...."
Lisa R., twenty-one: "At first it was all Wayne's idea. Then, as he began to hit me harder and harder, I started begging him to hurt me as badly as he could...."
Susan L., twenty-five: "My boss told me either submit, or lose my job. What could I do? I gave it, but I never suspected he wanted this...."
These women and more are about to reveal the darkest secrets of pain and pleasure, their stories are just an example of what happens in this dark; strange practice.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Mara D. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The fetish for bondage, discipline and leather have been around for centuries, only in the last few years, however, has this widely practiced method of sexual enjoyment received such public attention.
In my work, I deal with sexual problems and desires quite often, and each time I come to realize how varied and different people's pleasure and desires truly are. Sometimes all this is fine, no one gets hurt and each partner is satisfied. Other times, however, serious, sometimes terminal damage can be done.
A case in point is that of Mara D., a pert, attractive girl of sixteen who came to my office one bright, spring afternoon. She was wearing a very short mini length dress that was dotted with multi-colored flowers and accentuated her budding and blossoming body.
She took a place across from my desk, sitting nervously in the large, comfortable chair, avoiding my eyes as I gazed at her. She was distraught, that much was apparent, and I tried to put her fears to rest.
I told her to simply begin her story wherever she felt comfortable and tell it to me with as little difficulty as possible. She began slowly, her voice trembling as she spoke, and it was soon clear to me that she had suffered much trauma in her short, strained life.
I feel so old, sometimes, Doctor, so damn old. I feel like I've lived for fifty years or more! When I think about what has happened to me, I get so upset and sad that I just want to die, that's all!
The whole thing began with the death of my parents, and truly, I believe that what has happened to me is a kind of punishment for them. It was my fault that they died, you know. If I hadn't been so stupid and headstrong, they would still be alive.
I loved them so much, and they always spoiled me rotten. I could get my way any time I wanted it, which was all the time, of course. That afternoon I stayed out too long in the sun, was a perfect example of how they loved me.
Even when they knew they were right, they didn't try and force me to get out of the glaring rays. By the time I did, I had a bad burn and they were taking me to the hospital when they had the accident.
I have always felt that it was all my fault. They died that very same evening, both of them together, and I don't think I'll ever get over that, nor the guilt that I carry around inside of me.
I know how old I sound, everyone tells me how grown up I am, and I have to laugh. I wish I wasn't this adult. But if you kill your parents, I guess you grow up a lot quicker than you expected!
Anyway, I got sent to a state home for orphans and it wasn't too bad for awhile. Most of the kids were okay, though a lot less mature than I, but I didn't really mind it. I was too numb with shock.
I had never expected to be adopted. Since I was just fifteen at the time, I figured I was too old by then. I helped out around the home, thinking that someday I would be on my own, and it was time I learned to fend for myself.
I was really shocked when my step-parents picked me to adopt. They were nice people, it seemed, and the idea that they wanted a girl almost completely grown up surprised me. I felt very proud of myself for giving such a good impression when I met them.
If you had told me what was going to happen to me after they got me back to their home, I don't think I would have ever believed you. I mean, seeing those two kind, gentle people in the home, you'd never dream of some of their ideas of fun.
The first few weeks were wonderful. They treated me as kindly and sweetly as my own kin had done. They bought me a whole wardrobe and gave me my own, big bedroom in their big house. I was finally beginning to feel like I belonged somewhere, again.
I didn't notice anything strange until about a month after I moved in. It was fall and I had skipped school, deciding to take a nap before going out with my friends that evening.
I was feeling really, really alive, full of energy and excitement, because the girls and I were going to go to a new disco that just opened up and I was hoping to meet some boys.
I had already lost my virginity the summer before, and though I hadn't done anything with any of the boys at the home, by now I was dying for some sex. I always felt I had a mature attitude toward it, and I couldn't wait to make love to some guy, again.
All those thoughts were racing through my mind as I stepped through the back door to our house. I didn't know if anyone was home, so I didn't bother calling out my foster parents' names.
I skipped up the stairs, heading toward my bedroom, when I was stopped short by the sight of my foster mother entering their room. She didn't see me at all, but I sure saw her.
She was wearing a skin-tight, one piece leather outfit, with tall, spike-heeled shoes and long, elbow-length leather gloves. The sound of the material crackling as she moved roared in my ears and I was shocked and intrigued by her appearance.
She had been carrying a short-handled, multi-stranded black whip in her hand and I could hear her cracking the wicked tool against her open palm as she moved about in their bedroom.
Slowly I crept down the hall and edged along the side of the wall until I was right beside the door frame. I leaned around, just an inch or two, and peered inside to see what was going on.
My foster father was naked in the frame of the bathroom door, his wrists and ankles bound to four small hooks at either corner of the frame, by thin strands of leather thongs. He was glancing over his shoulder at my foster mother who was approaching him, smacking the whip against her side.
"Well, slave, are you ready to beg for my forgiveness, now?" my foster mother growled, laying the strands of the whip against his bare, sweat-stained back. "I want to hear you sobbing for mercy, you worthless scum! Are you ready to do that?"
Her voice was so weird and completely unlike her, that I had to stifle a fit of giggles that suddenly came over me. I watched my foster father's eyes as he gazed at his wife, flickering with defiance and fear.
"Never, never will I submit, you bitch," he hissed back, his lips quivering with mock rage. "I don't care what you do to me, whore, I will never give you that satisfaction!"
It was like an old movie or something! I couldn't believe what I was watching. My foster mother ground the handle of the whip against the small of my foster father's back and I heard him groan in pain.
"All right, scum, let's begin," my foster mother said. She stepped back and raised her arm to strike him. "Let's see how a taste of my lash changes your mind!"
I screamed just at that point, so shocked by the realization that she was actually going to hit him. Her head turned sharply and I stumbled into the frame of the door. I felt about two inches tall, embarrassed that I was spying on them.
I turned to go, but my foster mother crossed the space between us in a flash, grabbing hold of my wrist and holding me firmly. "What the hell are you doing here, bitch?" she growled, twisting my arm until I gasped with pain.
"No ... nothing, honest, Mother," I groaned, trying to pull away from her. "I ... I just got home, early, that's all! Please let me go, Mother, you're hurting me!"
The woman rudely dragged me into the room and threw me to the floor beside my Father's feet. I rubbed my arm, staring up at them with a growing fear that I could not explain, but was assaulting me nonetheless.
She was busily freeing my father and in a few moments, both of them were lifting me to my feet, binding my wrists and ankles in the same manner as he had been. It all happened so fast, that I hardly knew what was happening until they had me secured to the four corners of the door frame.
"We don't like snoops, bitch," my mother growled, reaching around in front of me, fumbling with the buttons to my blouse.
"We're going to show you what we do with spies, little whore!"
I felt her pulling on my blouse and I screamed in shock as she tore it from my body, ripping it from the sleeves and tossing it away. She unfastened my bra and it dangled from the straps over my shoulders, leaving my back exposed.
"Please, what are you doing, mother?" I moaned, turning my head, trying to see what they were doing. "Don't hurt me, father, ohhh, God, don't hurt me, please!"
My foster mother unfastened the button to my skirt and drew it away from me, and I sobbed with shame at being so exposed to them. My father supped underneath my arm and stood in front of me, smiling wickedly.
"We haven't had a new person to play our games in a long time, Mara," he whispered softly, running the palm of his hand down over my belly. "It's going to be fun having some one different to play with!"
I felt his fingers curling in my panties then he suddenly pulled his fingers away from me, tearing the cotton undergarment from my loins in one swift tug. I gasped as he stripped me naked, and I shivered with embarrassment and growing fear.
My foster father bent into my body, one hand lightly cupped over my pussy, the other inching its way up to my jiggling breasts. I felt his fingers curling around one of my small mounds, giving it an affectionate squeeze.
"What lovely little tits you have, my dear," he chuckled softly, gently kneading my trembling boob. "I can see you are already turning into the delicious little girl I thought you would be!"
I groaned and shivered, shaking my head. "Ohhh, Daddy, Daddy, don't do that, please," I moaned quietly, feeling so ashamed by my nakedness and his touch. "Please, Daddy, you know you shouldn't!"
He pinched my nipple harshly between his fat thumb and forefinger and I moaned as the pain rippled through me. "Stupid little bitch," he hissed through his teeth. "You're here to do our bidding, not what you want!"
He stepped away from me then and fixed his gaze on my step-mother who was still digging the handle of the whip into the small of my back. She leaned against me, pressing her lips to my flesh, whispering urgently.
"Little whore, little spy, you must pay for your wicked little snooping," she said, almost affectionately, in a quiet voice. "We will show you what we do with spies, you will learn your lesson!"
I trembled violently as I felt her take a step backward. I twisted my head around to see what she was doing, then I gasped with shock as she raised the whip over her head, the ugly black strands dangling down over her arm.
Swiftly she brought her arm forward, laying the bulk of the wicked-looking strands across my back with all her effort and force. The pain was unbelievable as the whip cut into my flesh, searing me like a burning iron.
I screamed wildly, quivering against my bonds under the impact of the blow. My upper back and shoulders seemed to be on fire with pain, and my eyes misted with the tears that were welling up inside of them.
"The first cut is the best, whore," my step-mother hissed angrily. "That is why we have to try even harder to get any pleasure from the rest! Now, taste the punishment you deserve, worthless bitch!"
Again she brought the whip down against my shoulders and the pain tore through me with even more power and force than the first time. I screamed in agony again, bucking against the strands of rope that held me in place.
Never before in my life had I felt such agony. My real parents never spanked me at all, and of course, in the home, I was a good girl, so I had never been punished there, either. My mind was battling to grasp what was going on.
But now, as my step-mother whirled the whip around her head, her eyes wild with passion, I realized that my torture had perhaps just begun. My shoulders throbbed powerfully and I could almost feel the welts beginning to grow on my damaged flesh.
She snaked the whip across my buttocks, laying it on hard against my jutting behind, the cruel strands searing my flesh as the blow landed. My poor bottom quaked with pain and it felt as if she were carving my ass with a knife.
"Ohhh, please, don't, no more," I groaned, shuddering violently in the grip of the ropes that were binding me. "Please, dear God, please don't hit me again, Mother!"
"Silence, bitch," she growled, lashing the small of my back with the whip, cutting the thin leather cords deep into my flesh. I felt my skin breaking under the blows, the warm blood beginning to trickle from my wounds.
Again and again she brought the whip down on my flesh. My screams no longer pierced the air one at at time, they now poured from my lips in a continual stream. Each time she struck me with the ugly weapon, the harsh, wet crack of leather meeting flesh, mingled with my cries of agony.
My step-father was watching my beating, intently, his eyes drinking in all in. He ran his gaze up and down my naked, defenseless flesh, grinning wildly as he watched my boobs jiggling and my pussy growing damp with sweat.
"Harder, Mother, whip her harder," he whispered almost hungrily. "Make the little slut scream in agony! Beat her, darling, beat her harder, harder, harder!"
I felt my strength ebbing away as my step-mother continued to rain the blows down on my helpless body. She twirled the strands of the whip around my thighs, stinging them with pain, tugging it away from my flesh with a brutal yank of her arm.
She whirled the whip around her head and slashed at my hips, the thick, nasty thongs leaving a bright, red stripe as they left my body. I shook and trembled under the beating, my lungs burning and aching under my tortured breathing.
Again and again the blows fell. I could no longer keep track of when the whip met my flesh, and when it left it again. The searing, throbbing agony was now continual, and my back and buttocks and thighs tingled with a constant hurt.
"Beg, bitch, beg for forgiveness," hissed my step-mother, slashing the whip at my ass once more, the loud, harsh crack cutting through the air in a wet, sickening way. "Beg your father and mother to forgive you, beg them now!"
I screamed almost twice as loud as before. My eyes were blurred with tears and a blinding red mist that curled up from my pain. I was trembling so violently, that my wrists were torn from twisting them against the bonds.
"God, please, please, no more," I groaned thickly, quivering violently under the constant attack. "No more, I beg you, Mother! I'm sorry, sorry for spying on you! Please forgive me, please, please, please!"
She laughed cruelly and hit me with the whip a half dozen more times before she stopped. My body seemed on fire with pain and I could feel the blood from my wounds trickling down over my buttocks, slithering to the floor in tiny rivers along my legs.
"Now, I think perhaps the little bitch has learned her lesson," she said, her voice tortured and weak from her excitement. "I think she has learned not to spy on us again!"
My step-father laughed wickedly, a sly look coming into his eyes. He stepped forward, cupping both of his hands over my breasts once again, giving my boobs a tender, affectionate squeeze in his meaty paws.
I groaned in embarrassment and shame, and shuddered under the throbbing ache that ran from my ankles to my shoulders, now. I heard him laughing quietly, kneading and massaging my quivering globes.
"Yes, she has learned one part of the lesson, my dear," my step-father chuckled in an evil tone of voice. "But I wonder if she truly wants to make up for her misdeeds, what do you think?"
I was terrified that they might start hitting me again, and I shook my head, moaning urgently. "Please, I am sorry, Daddy, truly, I am!" I gasped anxiously. "Please, please, I'll do anything you want to make up for it, anything!"
One of his hands slithered down over my belly to my crotch and I felt him kneading my cunt mound with his fingers, gripping and squeezing my womb passionately. I sobbed in shame and quivered uncontrollably as he fondled my loins.
"Well, well, my dear, it seems there might be a spark of the right attitude in her after all," he laughed, curling his fingers around one of my thighs and squeezing it hungrily. "Let's see just how much she wishes to make amends!"
I felt his fingers slithering up and down along my inner thighs, twirling and dancing over my flesh, greedily. I began to realize what he had in mind and I sobbed uncontrollably in fear and shame.
"I think a good fuck is what this little bitch needs, darling," my step-mother growled, stepping forward and rubbing her palm against my aching buttocks. "I think she owes you at least that much, my dear!"
I couldn't believe that my step-mother was actually urging my step-father on. She gripped and massaged my aching bottom, digging her fingers into the slippery flesh of my ass, squeezing my buttocks fiercely in her grip.
My step-father leaned against my trapped and bound body, pressing his lips to the tops of my quivering tits, slithering his tongue along the damp, sweat-drenched cleft between my mounds.
I shivered spasmodically as I felt his lips kissing me hungrily, his teeth nipping at my fleshy globes. I groaned as he swirled his tongue around the base of one of my nipples, slashing and teasing my tender button with the tip of his dart.
He caught one nipple between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, trapping it there. I sobbed as he sucked on my imprisoned bud, jabbing his tongue at it, rolling it back and forth until I was gasping with a heady mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Your little tits are delicious, my dear," he chuckled happily, lathering my boob with his tongue. "I could kiss them forever, little cunt, forever!"
Ohh, God, do you realize how unspeakable the whole idea of him making love to me, was, Doctor? I wanted to die right then! As I felt his mouth and hands assaulting me so hungrily, I wished I could faint and not endure the horrible shame of what was happening to me.
I quivered against my bonded wrists and ankles, not daring to say a thing, knowing what would happen to me if I asked my step-father to stop. I shivered uncontrollably as he kneaded my loins, feeling the horrible shame overwhelming me.
I felt his fingers slithering up and down along my pussy lips, rolling and turning against my slippery folds of flesh, eagerly pulling and pinching my tender petals, until my loins were slippery with the cunt juice that he created in them.
I could not deny that my womb was beginning to tremble and sting with an increasing pleasure and it made me ill to think that my body might actually be responding to his ruthless attack.
I shivered involuntarily as he slipped two fingers beyond my aching cunt entrance and slowly rode them deep into my tight, warm passage. The shock of their penetration filled me with loathing, but a warm, rippling pleasure was growing inside me, too.
I gasped as I felt him drive his fingers deeper into my cunt, twisting and turning them, until they were buried to the hilt in my throbbing passage. I groaned thickly, trembling uncontrollably as the warm, enticing waves of need began to ripple through my throbbing pit.
"Ahhh, I see you enjoy this, my dear," my step-father chuckled happily. He twirled his fingers teasingly against my inner walls, then laughed with delight as I bucked involuntarily in response.
"Yes, yes, my little bitch, I can see you like this a great deal," he laughed, his voice cruel and passionate. "Well, it gets much better, little cunt, much, much better, I promise you!"
He began to pump his fingers in and out of my cunt in a slow, rhythmic fashion. I moaned as the two, thick spears slithered along my inner walls, scraping against my taut interior with insistent greed. My loins were on fire now, as he pumped his digits in and out of my taut tunnel. Each stroke brought a rolling, churning pleasure to my cunt that was unmistakable in its growing passion. I couldn't help twisting and turning against the prongs as they drove in and out of me. I was gasping in pleasure, now, my breath coming in tight, constricted spurts as the power of my greed and lust began to boil in my loins.
"Ohhh, Daddy, Daddy," I sighed, my voice weak and spent from all I had endured. "It's ... it's so nice, Daddy, so nice! Ummm, it feels so good, Daddy, so very good!"
My step-mother continued to knead and caress my bottom. Her fingers gripped and squeezed my throbbing cheeks, and I could feel the cool, soothing sensation of her lips as she kissed my torn and bruised shoulders.
"Fuck her, darling, fuck her hard," she whispered ever so passionately to my brutal step-father. "Make the little bitch sing with pleasure, make her cry with delight! Fuck the little slut, fuck her good!"
I was groaning loudly now, shivering and quaking under his fingers and lips. I felt him chewing on my fleshy boobs with his teeth, slashing my mounds with his tongue, while his fingers steadily drove in and out of my aching womb.
I stared down at his head and hands and saw him fumbling with his zipper with his free hand. It came free with a harsh, thick hiss and in seconds he had withdrawn his thick, erect shaft from his trousers.
I gasped as I gazed at the massive prong, throbbing powerfully in his hand. I shuddered as he guided the huge rod to my quivering loins, the hot, thick helmet of the shaft scraping across the moist flesh of my inner thighs.
"Ahhh, yes, little bitch, you will be nice," my step-father chuckled wickedly. I felt him withdraw his fingers from my pussy and I shuddered uncontrollably in aching anticipation. "Ummm, your little cunt is going to feel good to your Daddy, bitch, feel very good!"
I moaned as he placed the hot, pounding head of his cock against my trembling pussy lips. I could feel the fevered blood pounding in the huge helmet, throbbing powerfully against my slippery petals.
He bucked forward, suddenly, penetrating my tight, wet tunnel and I cried out as the hard, hot shaft drove into my womb, invading my tortured chamber. I groaned as the huge, thick prong went deeper into my womb, filling my cunt to bursting.
"Ohhh, God, Daddy, yes," I sighed in pleasure, no longer able to control the harsh, demanding greed that was burning inside of me. "Do it, Daddy, do it to me, please! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard!"
My step-father grunted his delight as he ground his belly tight against my own, twisting and turning until he had buried his prick to the hilt in my aching pit. I sobbed wildly with pleasure and despair as I felt the powerful prong pounding violently in the depths of my womb. "Ohhhh, yeah, bitch, nice and tight," my step-father groaned, his cock rocking back and forth inside of me. "Good and hot, ready for action! Just how I like it, baby, just how I like it, yeah!"
I gasped with an overwhelming passion now, as the hard, thick spear pounded violently inside of me. Each heady, wild pulsation of blood that raced along the huge rod, filled me with an increasing delight that I no longer even bothered to deny.
I rocked forward, desperate to get him moving. I wanted to feel the huge, hot tool riding violently along my inner walls, twisting and turning, driving me insane with aching need.
"Fuck me, now, Daddy, right now, please," I sobbed uncontrollably, my head swaying from left to right on my shoulders. "Please, please do it, now, Daddy! Fuck me, hard, right now, please!"
He laughed viciously and slithered his cock three quarters of the way out of my aching passage. I shivered involuntarily as I felt the hard, throbbing shaft riding back along my tortured inner walls.
He paused for a moment, holding me firmly by the hips, then he slammed forward once more, grinding his cock hard and fast back into my cunt, driving it all the way inside of me.
I screamed in delight, shuddering under the force and delicious agony of his invasion. My cunt ached with pleasure, and as his cock drove to the depths of my womb and his belly smacked into mine, I screamed quietly in pleasure.
Now he began to ride his cock in and out of my cunt with increasing rhythm and force. Each stroke began to take me higher and higher on a plane of violent passion that I had never known before.
My flesh still ached with the force of my beating, but now the pain mingled deliciously with the warm, enticing pleasure I was experiencing under my step-fathers greedy assault.
He rocked and swayed as he powered his shaft along my taut, wet tunnel. I felt his prick quivering inside of me as he pumped his shaft in and out of my cunt. Each delightful tremor sent waves of aching need tearing through me, and I was groaning and twisting greedily against his frenzied attack.
His cock slammed into me again and again, and I was powerless, now, to do anything other than respond. The only thought I had in my mind was the aching, driving orgasm that I felt building in my loins. I could see and feel ' nothing else but lust, by now, and I flexed my cunt muscles frantically against the plunging shaft, trying to urge his passion on.
My pussy was drawing nearer and nearer a moment of powerful release and I rocked my body hungrily against his, aching to feel the enticing explosion tearing through my tortured womb.
I felt my cunt growing tight and hot, my pussy muscles wrapping hungrily around his driving tool, holding it firm as I tensed completely under the impending orgasm. I groaned and shuddered, speaking in a breathless voice as my delicious relief grew closer and closer.
"Ohhh, God, Daddy, yes, yes, I'm going to come," I sobbed uncontrollably, even the sense of shame gone from me now. "I'm going to come, Daddy, come right now! Oooo, it's going to be nice, so very nice!"
I felt the orgasm bursting suddenly in my loins and I shuddered violently with the wonderful spasms that roared through my burning womb. I felt the come bursting from the depths of my loins, swirling around his pounding shaft.
The lovely, aching tremors raced through my womb, making me buck and sway uncontrollably with their impact. My cunt throbbed painfully and I sank deep into the throes of the most delicious ecstasy I had ever known.
I felt my step-father increasing the rhythm and force of his fucking and I knew that his own aching needs would soon be fulfilled. I locked and unlocked my cunt muscles around his ramming meat, urging him on with my flesh, grinding my belly as hard as I could against his own.
He rammed his prick in and out of me in a frenzy now, twisting and turning the huge cock against my slippery inner walls, gasping and moaning as the powerful spasms of lust raced along the length of his rod. His balls slapped against my inner thighs and I could feel the hot, steaming come boiling in the taut, hairy sack.
Suddenly he bucked forward, plunging his shaft to the depths of my womb, pulling me tightly to him. I felt him quaking violently inside of me, and I heard him sighing contentedly as his orgasm burst in his hot, pounding nuts.
The thick, creamy come spurt from his shaft, searing my inner walls with its wet, steaming greed. I sobbed and quivered as the burning fluid shot from the head of his cock, mingling with my own liquid passion in the pit of my tortured passage.
"I'm coming, bitch, coming in you now," he groaned thickly, grinding the spurting tool hard against my throbbing interior. "Ahhh, yeah, coming so good in you now, baby, so good, right now!"
Our powerful tremors and spasms mixed together until we were shivering and quaking almost as one. The orgasms that tore through me seemed to last forever and I could think of nothing, at that moment, but the delicious and enticing pleasure I was experiencing in the depths of my burning chamber.
How long it went on, I can't say, but by the time he stepped back, pulling his huge, pounding meat from my womb, I was so exhausted that I slumped down against the cords that bound my wrists, completely spent.
It was the most powerful and intense sexual experience I had ever had up to that point, and I was completely overwhelmed by the force of my own lust and the willingness with which I had responded to my step-father's assault.
I started sobbing quietly, just weeping with shame and confusion. After a little while, my step-mother untied my bonds and I slipped off to the bath room to take a shower, hoping I could wash some of the horror of the incident away from me.
Our time was almost up at this point, and it was just as well, for Mara looked decidedly pale and drained. I gently suggested that she return at the same time the next afternoon, to continue with her story.
She left my office, seemingly all right, but I worried about her nonetheless, for I knew she was going home to her step-parents, and they seemed, increasingly to me, to be the cornerstone of her problem.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Mara returned to my office, on time, the next afternoon, she looked a bit better than when she had left. Her face had a bit more color to it, and she was not as frightened-looking as before.
She resumed her place in the big chair beside my desk and folded her hands, primly, in her lap. As she spoke, I could hear her voice weak with emotion, trembling on the edge of worry, confusion and fear.
After that incident, I was praying that they would leave me alone. I hoped that my one involvement would be enough. I was banking on the fact that they really didn't need me for their fun and that the first time was just as they had told me, a punishment for my spying.
Of course, I was wrong. Completely wrong. That one incident had whetted their appetite. They had found someone new, and they weren't about to stop at one time with me. They wanted more, much, much more!
My back healed quickly, for my step-mother is an expert with the whip. In just a few days there was hardly a mark left on my flesh and they both decided that it was time for another session.
Of course, I wanted nothing more to do with it, but I had no choice. As much as I could have protested, they would not have listened. I had been going around in the pit of shame and despair ever since the first time, and when they came up to my room a few nights later, I dreaded even seeing them.
I was in bed, wearing my nightgown, trying to study when they walked into my room. I could see by the way my step-mother was dressed, that they had beatings and passion on their minds.
She was wearing the same leather outfit as she had before, and my step-father was dressed only in a pair of tight, black leather shorts, that looked so silly, I almost burst out into laughter when I saw him wearing them.
"And, how is our little pet, this evening?" my step-mother cooed lovingly as she sat down beside me on my bed. "I hope she is feeling well and happy! We have to keep her amused, don't we?"
I felt her fingers traveling down along my arm, teasing my skin with the soft tips of her digits, making me shiver involuntarily as the tingling sensation rippled through me uncontrollably.
"Ohhh, please, please, Mother, I don't want to play," I groaned, wishing at once that I hadn't said it. "I mean ... ohh, God, Mother, Daddy, I can't, I just can't!"
My step-mother slapped my cruelly across my cheek, knocking me on my side with the force of the blow, splitting my lips as she struck me. I groaned and held my cheek, trembling with fear.
"Little, self-centered, cunt," my step-mother hissed, getting to her feet and pulling the covers away from me. "I can see you need to be punished some more, bitch! You haven't learned your lesson, yet!"
She motioned to my step-father and he hurried to the bed. He grabbed hold of me while my step-mother pulled my nightgown over my head. I was squealing and kicking, total terror coming over me, now.
I tried to escape, but it was useless, for the two of them easily and quickly threw me down on my stomach and swiftly bound my wrists and ankles to the four posters of the bed, stretching my limbs as taut as they could.
I groaned, shivering with fear, feeling the cool breeze that blew through the open window caressing my quivering bum. I felt my step-mother gently riding her hand over my ass, soothingly caressing my buttocks with the tips of her fingers.
"Such an adorable bottom," she whispered quietly, giving one of my cheeks an affectionate squeeze. "So pink and warm, just right for pleasure, hummm?"
Her hand left my bottom and went to her waist. I watched with mounting horror as she unbuckled the thick, wide belt she was wearing and handled the ugly-looking tool to my step-father.
"She wishes to deny you, darling," my step-mother growled viciously. "We can't allow the willful little whore to do that, now can we, my dear?"
"Certainly not," my step-father hissed, curling the buckle and a loop of the wicked, black weapon around his hand, his fingers gripping it firmly. "I'm just going to have to teach her another lesson, that's all!"
With those words, he lifted the belt over his head and brought it down hard against my defenseless buttocks. The pain was searingly intense and my screamed mingled in the air with the harsh, wet crack the belt made when it hit my quivering bottom.
I sobbed in agony as my step-father brought the cruel, thick tool down against my bum once again. The pain tore through my ass like searing irons and I felt like I might faint, the fierce and throbbing agony was so intense.
I quivered uncontrollably under the blow, quaking violently as the belt struck my ass once more. I screamed loudly, howling with unbelievable hurt. It was worse than the whip had been, and I did not know if I could endure it.
"Stop, ohhh, God, please, please stop," I sobbed, twisting and turning helplessly, trying to roll away from the rain of blows that were assaulting me. "Ohhh, God, Daddy, Mother, please, please don't hurt me anymore!"
"Take the pain, you little, ungrateful, whore," my step-mother hissed as my step-father struck me again. "Take all of the pain and punishment you deserve, little cunt, all of it, now!"
Again and again my step-father brought the ugly, cool leather down against my defenseless bottom. The harsh, cruel blows stung me to the depths of my flesh, almost as if a hundred knives were slicing through my spongy mounds.
I sobbed and shuddered, unable to escape the blows. The pain was so intense and powerful that I could hardly feel anything else other than the agony I was experiencing. Neither of them seemed to give a damn that I was enduring so much pain, they merely laughed each time I cried out or quivered in agony under the blows.
Harder and faster he whipped me with the belt. My ass now throbbed continually and my flesh was raw from the attack. I sobbed and shuddered, my ass burning with the fierce throes of agony.
I mashed my face against my pillow, crying uncontrollably, bucking and jerking each time the belt landed on my bum. I could no longer think of anything else but my agony and humiliation and I felt as if I might die if they didn't stop soon.
My step-father brought the belt down on me about a dozen more times, then I heard it crash against the wall as he tossed it away in the fury of his mounting passion. His hands clutched at my buttocks, then, kneading and tugging on my cheeks with a powerful hunger.
"Ahhh, little cunt doesn't want to play, eh?" he chuckled wickedly, slithering his fingers up and down along my anal cleft, "Well, we'll show her we don't need that pussy, won't we, my dear!"
"Ummm, I'm sure we will, darling," my step-mother cackled in delight. "Show her that there are more ways of having fun than with her cunt, my dear! Show her what pleasures an asshole can give you! Show her, now!"
I tensed completely when I heard that, the awful horror of the idea searing my brain as powerfully as the beating had done to my flesh. I shuddered in revulsion, feeling my step-father's greedy fingers massaging my tight, wet bum hole.
"Ohhh, God, Daddy, please, not that," I moaned, shivering with fear and horror. "Please, Daddy, please! I ... I never did ... it's too small, Daddy, ohhh, God, it's too small!"
My step-father laughed harshly, twisting and turning his fingers against the tight trembling entrance to my asshole. I gasped as I felt him forcing a single digit beyond my fleshy mound, driving it hard into my hot, tight passage.
I screamed at the invasion, my bottom aching with pain as the cruel, ruthless prong sank deeper into my wet, warm tunnel. My bum throbbed with pain and his finger seemed to be stretching it beyond its normal limits.
"You'll get used to it, whore," he hissed, leaning over and whispering passionately in my ear. "You'll get used to it or have to suffer, whichever you like, I really don't care!"
He buried his finger to the hilt in my anal pit, scraping it cruelly against my delicate inner walls, making me jerk and shudder with the rolling waves of agony that the hard, thick prong created in my bum.
Viciously he began to pump his finger in and out of my bottom, rolling and twisting it brutally inside of me, making me scream with pain each time he ground the hard, nasty prong inside of me.
I couldn't stand the pain, then, I just couldn't! I screamed and shook, the sweat of agony breaking over my flesh as he powered his digit ruthlessly along my anal passage, preparing me for the next part of his assault.
My anal juices were coating his finger and my rectal muscles trying desperately to relax under the vicious assault. I was trying to go as loose and limp as I could, each stroke of my finger making me tighten up in an involuntary spasm of pain.
Faster and harder he pumped his finger in and out of my bum. I sobbed with the constant, stinging hurt and gasped as I felt him kneading my buttocks with his free hand, tickling my aching inner walls with the buried prong.
"I think she might be just about ready, my dear," my step-father whispered to my step-mother, his voice thick with greed. "Her little bum is just about ready to receive me, now!"
"Fuck her good and hard, darling," gasped my step-mother, almost trembling with pleasure at what she was watching. "Make her see the error of her ways, make her learn to obey us! Fuck her little asshole, fuck it hard!"
I heard my step-father unzipping his pants and I gasped and tensed in terrified anticipation. I felt his thick, meaty fingers pulling my buttocks apart and I cried out as he placed the thick, hot tip of his cock between them.
"Nooooo, Daddy, please, please, no," I sobbed, jerking and bouncing on the bed, trying to escape from the hard, hot cock that was tapping insistently against my anal entrance. "No, Daddy, please, please, don't!"
My step-father laughed cruelly, and drove forward, ramming the huge, throbbing head of his cock into my tight, aching tunnel. The force of his invasion seared my asshole with a fiery pain and I screamed in agony as he penetrated my damp, tight pit.
He grunted in effort, twisting and turning against my unyielding dot, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my bum, making my asshole expand way beyond its normal limits. If felt as if he were tearing my bottom apart and I clutched my fists in pain under the brutal rape.
He shuddered with pleasure as he buried his prick to the hilt in my asshole, his fat, damp belly resting tightly against the curve of my behind. I moaned and shivered as the spasms of pain rippled through my anal canal and I felt the hot, pounding blood tearing through his shaft inside of me.
"Ahhh, what a tight little asshole you have, my dear," my step-father groaned, slipping his fingers underneath me, clutching my boobs and pussy in his hands. "Just as tight as I could want it to me! Ahhh, fucking your little bum is going to be a lot of fun, cunt, a lot of "
Now he began to slowly ride his prick in and out of my pit with a careful rhythm and force. He slithered the huge, hot tool back along my aching passage, rocking from side to side as he withdrew from my throbbing bum.
I sobbed in pain as the big, hot prong left my aching passage. I could not believe how bad it hurt and I was terrified of what it would be like when he really got going.
I felt his fingers kneading and squeezing my boobs, pinching my nipples cruelly between them as he fondled my aching tits. I felt him pause for a moment, just the head of his cock still inside of me, then he drove forward, slamming the huge, offending weapon back into the depths of my aching passage once more.
I screamed and shuddered as he pumped his prick in and out of my asshole. Each stroke of the horrible tool filled my bum with a rolling agony that make me breathless with pain. I shuddered and squirmed, but I could not escape the relentless spear as he powered it along my aching pit.
Faster and harder he rammed his meat into my bum. The tears of shame and agony poured from my eyes, now, and I could do nothing but shudder in spasms of pain and humiliation as he drove his cock against my flesh with increasing frenzy.
Again and again he rammed into my bum. His prick seemed to be ripping my anal tunnel apart, and I could feel a trickle of warm blood seeping down between my thighs from my poor, damaged pit.
Faster and harder he slammed the huge, tearing prong into me. The pain was beyond my belief, now, and I could do nothing more than shudder and quake with agony as he relentlessly bored into my tortured behind.
I felt his prick growing thicker and harder as he powered the huge prong into me. I could tell by the burning blood that tore through the shaft, that he was drawing near to his orgasm and I could only pray that he would come as soon as possible.
He buried his cock in the depths of my anal pit, grinding his belly against my buttocks as his fingers ruthlessly fondled and squeezed my breasts and loins. I was feeling no desire at all, then, just the dull, continual pounding of pain that tore through my asshole.
Suddenly he was thrashing wildly above me ramming nib prick in and out of ine in a frenzied manner I heard him groaning in pleasure and bucking uncontrollably as his climax seized him.
The thick, hot wads of come spurt from his shaft, filling my bottom with his liquid relief. He shuddered and moaned, grinding his prick hard against my asshole and I screamed as the passion overwhelmed him.
"Ahhh, coming in your asshole, bitch, coming right now," he groaned, his voice thick and tortured with delight. "Yes, you little whore, yes, coming so good in you right now!"
The spasms of release tore through him uncontrollably, now, and he trembled and quaked, rocking the spurting tool back and forth in the depths of my aching asshole. How long he came inside me, I can't remember, but it seemed like a long, long time before he finally quit.
He lay over me, gasping for breath, kissing my shoulders with his slippery mouth. Finally his prick slithered from my behind and he rolled over on his back, sighing contentedly as his cock trembled with the final traces of his orgasm.
And now, now it just goes on and on. Whenever they get bored or can't find another partner, they use me. I have been fucked and beaten so many times now, that I can't count how often it has happened.
I feel like nothing, these days, Doctor, just nothing. I can't think, I can't dream, I can't do anything but wait for the next time, wondering when it will happen, how bad it will be.
I know it's my fault, my punishment for my parents, but, God, Doctor, where will it end? Please help me, Doctor, please help me before I go insane!
CONCLUSION
Softly, poor Mara began to cry at this point. I felt my own throat tightening as I watched the frail young girl sobbing into her cupped palms. I allowed her to cry for awhile, then gently tried to explain a few things to her.
I told her as calmly as possible, that she was in no way responsible for her parents' death, and that what she was going through, should not be viewed as a punishment.
I explained that some people enjoy that type of sexual stimulation and that her step-parents were merely using her as a tool for their pleasure. I told her that they obviously needed help, and I recommended a half-way house she could check into, if she wanted.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Shelly W. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Shelly W. was a young girl I had heard of before she came to see me. She was a petite, pretty girl with long, blonde hair that tumbled Helightfullv over her shoulders.
She was an internationally famous gymnast and I must admit I was a little in awe of her for the first moments we were together. She sat on the couch, her elegant knees tightly pressed together, her hands at her sides.
As she spoke, I noticed a dull, almost lifeless quality to her voice that disturbed me greatly. For someone so young, she seemed quite resigned to her fate and this made my heart ache for the girl.
There is no way for me to escape from what I'm involved in, Doctor, I know that. I chose this path, in a way, a long time ago. All I want to do now, is learn to accept it and deal with it as much as I can.
Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a gymnast. That's all I ever cared about, you know? I mean, throughout my life, it was the center of my being. Just competing was enough to keep me happy all the time.
I wanted to go to the Olympics. I lived and breathed that one desire. I always thought I had a chance, then when the top coach in the country, Ivan Gronksy, the Russian champion took me on, I felt ten feet tall.
He had defected just a year ago, and I never thought I would ever latch onto such a brilliant and important coach as that. But he saw me at one of the state-wide meets, and asked me to let him coach me that very afternoon.
I thought it was going to be wonderful, and it was for the first few weeks. He was hard on me, but kindly, also, and seemed to believe in me completely. I would have never guessed his motives then.
Then, one afternoon a couple of months ago, his true desires reared their heads. He was angry with me that day, I didn't know why until I figured it out later, that he was jealous of the boy I was dating.
Being a gymnast, I'm naturally quite aware of my body, and I came to enjoy sex at an early age. I lost my virginity, willingly, at fifteen and I have been having sex on a regular basis ever since.
Anyway, this afternoon, Ivan seemed to bear down on me brutally. Each time I missed a move, he would shout and cuff me, making me do it over and over again until I had done it right.
He had never been his ruthless before, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. Finally, in the middle of an exercise I hadn't really learned completely, yet, he blew up.
He grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me over to the far end of the empty gym, throwing me roughly against the mats that hung from hooks on the walls. He was breathing wildly and I was growing more and more frightened with each passing moment.
"Stupid little bitch," he hissed through his teeth, reaching up and tying my wrists to the hooks with two thick, leather thongs. "You spend so much time with your lover, you forget about your work, eh? Well, Ivan will teach you to think about what's important, whore!"
I really didn't know what was going on, at first. I was so scared and confused, so worried about disappointing him, that I hardly realized what he was doing until he had tied both my wrists tight to the hooks.
I felt his fingers curling in the waist band to my gym suit and I gasped when he hauled it down past my thighs and knees, then pulled it over my toes before I had a chance to protest.
I was suddenly naked to him from the waist down, and I moaned in embarrassment. "What ... what are you going to do?" I whispered frantically, twisting my head to see him. "Ivan, please, tell me what is going on!"
I saw him pulling his belt from the loops of his trousers and I gasped with shock as I realized what he had in mind. He reached out and shoved the top piece of my gym suit up around my shoulders, exposing my back, now.
"I am going to give you the beating you deserve, lazy slut," he growled, cracking the belt between his hands. "Perhaps a taste of the belt will wake you up, whore!"
He stepped back, then and threw his arm behind him then brought it around quickly, cracking the thick, wide tool against my defenseless shoulders. I screamed as the pain tore through me, making me shudder violently under the force of the blow.
Again he hit me with the ugly weapon, slashing it across my buttocks with a harsh, wet smack, making my bum tingle in agony. I screamed once more, twisting away from the blow, tugging on the cord that bound my wrists.
"Ohhh, God, stop it, Ivan, stop it, please," I sobbed, watching with horror as he prepared to hit me again. "Don't hurt me, Ivan, I'll be good! Please, please don't hit me, again!"
He laughed cruelly and snaked the belt viciously around my hips, searing me with the pain of the contact. I wailed in agony, my whole body shuddering uncontrollably as the throbbing agony raced through me.
Once again he yanked the belt from my hips, leaving a wide, red welt in its wake, and whirled it around his head. When he brought it down against the small of my back, I thought I would faint, the blow hurt so badly.
He was caught up in the pleasure of his attack, now. His eyes were flickering with evil delight and his lips trembling with pleasure. He struck the backs of my thighs with the horrible instrument and I cried out in agony once more.
"You need this beating, you bitch," he hissed passionately, cracking the thick, cold leather against my bottom once more. "You need to be punished for your actions! I am your teacher, your trainer! You are my slave, whore, and this will teach you that fact once and for all!"
I sobbed as the rippling tremors of pain raced through my back and buttocks. I was terrified now, shivering with the increasing fear that rose in my belly and gripped me tightly.
I moaned as I watched him whirl the belt around his head once more, bringing it down against my bottom yet again, the harsh, wet smack of the belt meeting my flesh echoing in the deserted gym.
My piercing wail tore through the air as it escaped my lips. I groaned and shuddered, totally helpless, now. "Ohhh, dear God, Ivan, stop, please stop," I gasped, my eyes blinking against the tears that poured from them, blurring my vision. "Don't hurt me anymore, please, don't! I'm sorry, Ivan, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!"
He ignored me, though, bringing the belt down against my shoulders again, searing my defenseless flesh with the cruel caress of the wide, cold leather. I screamed as he beat me again, his breath coming in tight, tortured gasps.
Again and again he hit me. Each time he chose a different place, each time the pain was new and more unbelievably bad than the last. I twisted and turned against the bonds that held my wrists, quivering involuntarily under the harsh, cruel blows.
My head dropped to my chest and I began to slump to my knees. All the strength drained out of me, then, and I could not support my body any longer, I was just hurt too badly to stand.
He cracked the whip viciously against my back and behind. Whipping me faster and harder, laughing as he slashed and tore my flesh with the evil weapon. The pain consumed me, filling me with its horrible agony and soon, I could think of nothing but the beating I was enduring at his hands.
Harder and faster he rained the blows down on me. I no longer felt a pause in between blows, they all seemed to mix together into one continual, agonizing pain that never left my flesh for a moment.
I knew that the blood was dripping from a dozen different cuts along my body and I could feel the warm, sticky fluid coating my legs and buttocks as I swayed and shook under the stinging attack.
The wet, stinging sound filled my ears as he kissed my aching flesh with the belt and I thought I would faint from the agony if he didn't stop, soon. I felt dizzy and weak, now, and my mind was drifting away into darkness every passing moment.
Finally he grunted and tossed the belt aside.
He stepped up to me and pressed his lips against my torn, welted shoulders, kissing the stinging wounds tenderly with his mouth, licking my beaten flesh with his tongue.
His hand slipped down over my bottom and he began to knead and caress my trembling, aching buttocks, squeezing them fondly in his fingers, teasing and soothing them with his strong, manly digits.
"Ahhh, little sparrow, little bitch, how do you feel now, hummm?" he whispered passionately, lathering my flesh with his tongue as he spoke. "Do you feel a little sorry, now, eh? Wouldn't you like to please me, again, make me feel happy once more?"
"Ohhh, God, Ivan, yes, yes I would," I sobbed, barely able to speak, the pain tore through me so badly, now. "Please, I'll do anything, Ivan, I will! I'm sorry I displeased you, I am! Just don't beat me anymore, I beg you, not anymore!"
I felt one of his hands slithering around to my loins, squirming its way between my thighs. I shuddered as he began to fondle and caress my pussy lips, rolling them between his fingers, teasingly.
I gasped as I felt him riding the tips of his fingers up and around my clit, pinching my tender nugget between them. A tremor of undeniable delight rippled through me, then, and I was shocked that my body was responding to the caress.
I moaned softly as he kneaded and fondled my womb, rolling my clit between his fingers, gently slithering them up and down along my wet, trembling pussy lips. I gasped as he teased and played with the slippery petals, the cunt juice now flowing from my womb and coating his fingers with a sticky film.
"Yes, little slut, you may please me, yet," Ivan chuckled rudely, suddenly slipping two of his fingers inside of me. "You may yet be able to make your teacher happy, again!"
As he drove the two invading prongs deep into my womb, my loins were beginning to burn with an unmistakable need. I couldn't believe it, but I was getting more and more excited, and quivering with the delicious sensation of his assault.
He buried his fingers deep in my pussy, lazily stroking my inner walls with the rough, calloused tips of his digits. My cunt muscles fluttered involuntarily against the buried tools, opening and closing hungrily around the teasing prongs.
I licked my lips and groaned, bucking my pussy hard against his kneading hand. "Ohhh, that's so nice, Ivan, so very nice," I moaned softly, twisting and turning, forcing the digits to move inside of me. "Ummm, it's so good, so damn good!"
He laughed wickedly, gently riding the digits in and out of my tight, wet passage, rolling and turning them along the hot, gripping tunnel, each stroke forcing the fires of lust to burn higher in my aching womb.
As his fingers drove relentlessly in and out of my cunt, I tried to match his rhythm with my body, rocking forward to leave the prongs, thrusting back to meet them. I shuddered as an aching spasm tore through my pussy, making me gasp with the intense pleasure of the sensation that consumed me.
"Ahhh, little bitch wants Ivan, doesn't she?" he chuckled cruelly, driving his fingers hard and fast against my aching interior. "Does she want, Ivan, now, humm?"
"Yes, ohhh, God, yes," I gasped, shocked at the passion and greed in my voice, but somehow unable to stop myself. "Give it to me, Ivan, give me your cock right now! I need it, please, please, I need it, now!"
He laughed against, kneading and driving his fingers hard against my cunt. I heard the familiar hiss of a zipper being pulled down and I tensed in anticipation as I felt him fumbling with his trousers, pulling his cock from the confinement of them.
He pressed the huge, hot weapon between my thighs and I shuddered with an involuntary spasm of excitement. I felt the hot, throbbing tool slithering between my pussy lips and I gasped with pleasure as he penetrated my aching loins.
God, I had never felt so completely filled by a prick before. The hard, thick shaft drove deep into my cunt, slithering along my inner walls with a delicious ease, making my pussy tremble violently in response.
He held me by my hips, his groin pressed tight against the curve of my buttocks, the huge, throbbing shaft sunk deep into my cunt, now. I could feel the hot, burning head of his cock pounding against my inner walls, and I moaned my pleasure as he rocked the hard shaft back and forth inside of my womb.
"Ohhh, God, fuck me, hard," I sobbed, giving in completely to my passion, twisting and turning my buttocks against his belly. "Hard, Ivan, fuck me hard, right now!"
I was becoming consumed with lust now, and I couldn't think of anything but that hard, big prick ramming in and out of me. I wanted to experience the hot, powerful force of his shaft bucking in my loins and I ground my bottom against his belly and kneaded his shaft with my pussy muscles to get him going.
Now he began to pump the huge, wonderful shaft in and out of my cunt. He held me tightly by my hips, rocking back and forth, slowly driving his cock along my aching passage, each stroke making me sob with incredible delight.
As he began to pick up speed, I joined his rhythmic fucking and soon I was riding back in forth in time with his thrusting rod, thrilling to the delicious waves of ecstasy that were sweeping through my burning chamber.
I bucked and shuddered, moaning loudly, as I felt a powerful, demanding orgasm building rapidly in my cunt. It was more intense and fierce than any I had ever had before, and I couldn't believe how grand and pleasing the sensations were.
I thrust my ass hard against his belly, gasping as I felt him driving his prick hard into my cunt. "I'm going to come, Ivan, going to come," I moaned, my voice sounding so strange and different, that I hardly recognized it, at all. "Ooooo, yes, darling Ivan, yes! Make me come, now, make me come so good, right now!"
He laughed and bore into me harder and faster, his prick quaking violently against my taut, wet walls as he rammed it into me. I could feel a moment of intense passion rushing through me and then my climax burst powerfully in my loins.
I screamed in pleasure, jerking and bouncing uncontrollably with the delicious spasms of relief that raced through me. I shuddered and groaned, trying desperately to keep his cock inside of me as I thrashed involuntarily under the impact of my orgasm.
He was laughing wildly now, slamming his prick into my pussy again and again. I could feel the tortured blood pounding along the shaft, and it seemed to be growing larger and larger with every stroke that he took.
Suddenly he was moaning and grinding his cock hard against my loins. I felt the boiling come spurt from his shaft, searing the tender flesh of my womb with its creamy fire, the bubbling fluid mixing with my own come, then.
Both of us shuddered and sobbed, the lovely tremors rippling through our loins as he rammed his cock hard and fast along my bursting channel. "I'm coming, bitch, coming in you now!" he cried thickly.
On and on the orgasms seemed to go. I could no longer feel anything but the enticing warmth that raced through my loins and I shivered in exquisite agony as the spasms ripped through me again and again.
Finally Ivan pulled his shaft from my womb and wiped the remains of his come on my buttocks. He untied my wrists, allowing me to slip to the floor, then he sat down beside me and cradled my head in his arms, whispering loving words while he tenderly caressed my damaged flesh.
At this point of the interview, I suggested that we take a short break. I could tell that Shelly wanted to continue, but I felt that she needed a rest before going on.
We decided to have lunch and planned on resuming our discussion in about an hour. She left, obviously anxious to get the short break over with as soon as possible.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Shelly returned to my office, she looked eager to continue our talk. She took her place on the couch, staring at me intently now, as she spoke. From the tone of her voice, I could tell she was excited, and I wondered how much of the retelling of what had happened to her, was affecting her.
I might have been able to forget about the incident, Doctor, if the pattern of events hadn't continued. I had come to the decision that Ivan was jealous of my boyfriend, and I tried to avoid talking about him at all.
But I was wrong to think that would take care of it. I found that out the first time we went to a meet together, and I came ;n second, instead of first. His reaction to that let me know what I was in for.
He said nothing during the meet, but on the way home, he insisted we stop in at the gym. He said he wanted to show me something. I dreaded being alone in the big room with him, but there wasn't anything I could do. I needed his help and guidence more than anything else.
When we got inside of the room, he forced me to strip completely and stand in front of him. His eager eyes watched intently and I pulled off my blouse and skirt and quickly slipped out of my undergarments.
I saw him slipping his belt from the loops of his trousers and I sobbed, shuddering and moaning, slipping to my knees in front of him. "Please, Ivan, please don't beat me, again," I moaned, clutching his thighs with my hands. "I'm sorry I lost, I am, just don't hurt me, Ivan, just don't hurt me, please!"
"Crawl, you worthless slut," he barked, shoving me away, pushing me to the floor. "I want to hear you begging me for forgiveness, begging me, God damn it! I am your trainer and you do not listen, for that you will be punished!"
I turned away as I saw him swing his belt over his head. The thick, wide belt cracked across my shoulders and I screamed as the burning, tearing pain boiled in my defenseless flesh. I cowered in front of him, my body tensed as I felt the cruel lash cutting into my shoulder blades once more. I wailed in agony, my back arching painfully under the cruel impact of the blow.
He was enjoying himself thoroughly, now, raining the blows down on my DacK anu bottom, flicking the belt expertly against my helpless frame. I could do nothing but scream, twisting and turning on the dirty floor, trying helplessly to escape the stinging blows.
My body seemed to be caught in the throes of an agony I had never imagined. Soon there was no thought of anything else in my mind, but the horrible, never-ending pain that I was experiencing.
It was as if it belonged there. As if I should be suffering such torment. I could not help myself. I began to roll toward the blows, not away from them, jutting my buttocks up in the air to meet the falling lash.
It cracked loudly against them, and my scream of pain was touched with a squeal of delight, now, as I sank so deeply into the pain that I was actually beginning to enjoy it.
"Yes, hurt me, yes," I began to gasp, shivering with the contact of yet another harsh, stinging fall of the belt. "Beat me, Ivan, beat me, hard! I deserve it, I do! Ohhh, God, it hurts, it hurts so good!"
Now, Ivan was beyond himself with passion. He struck me again and again, whipping me brutally with the belt until all of my back and buttocks and thighs were cut and welted completely.
I was just lying there, now, sobbing and moaning, jerking spasmodically each time he struck me. I felt the blows cease and when I finally turned my head to see what he was doing, I moaned at the view of his prick, hard and thick, throbbing wildly outside of his trousers.
"Now you can do something for me, cunt," he hissed in that strange, sing-song voice of his. "Since you can't perform one way, perhaps you can be of worth another! I want a good suck from you, whore, a real good suck!"
His words were so vulgar and crude that at first I hardly understood him. Then he reached down and took hold of my hair, yanking me to my knees in front of him. The thick, brownish shaft was pressed against my cheek and he was turning my head, forcing my lips against the throbbing prong.
"Suck it, whore, suck my cock right now," he commanded, roughly pulling on my hair, jamming the hot, pounding spear against my lips. "Come on, you stupid little cunt, suck it, now!"
I was powerless to resist, Doctor. The thick, fat head of his prick was driving between my teeth, slithering over my lips as he forced it inside of my mouth. I gagged as I tasted the sour sweat that coated his cock, and I trembled in fear as I felt more and more of the huge shaft entering my mouth.
I almost frantically tried to relax my tight muscles and give him all the room he needed in my tight, inexperienced tunnel. I felt the hard, hot pole sinking deep into my throat and I gulped wildly as he buried his cock to the hilt in my mouth.
I could hardly breathe, now, but I knew I didn't dare resist any longer. I sucked as powerfully as I could at the root of his shaft, lathering his flesh with my tongue, holding his balls tightly in the palm of one hand.
I kneaded and squeezed the tight, hard sack, rolling his nuts over my fingers, pulling on the fleshy bag in a teasing fashion. I tried to flex my throat muscles against his cock and heard him groaning in delight as I kneaded the buried prong.
Slowly he began to rock back and forth on his heels, pushing and pulling my head, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth in a growing fury. He powered the huge, hot tool along my throat canal, twisting and turning until it was driven deep inside my mouth once more.
I could feel his prick growing harder and harder in my mouth, expanding to twice its normal size, it seemed. He was gasping and grunting as he bucked his prick into my mouth, and from the way his prick and balls seemed to pound uncontrollably, I could sense that his orgasm was not far off.
I sucked passionately on his prick, the driving desire to please him overwhelming me, now. I honestly could not think of anything else at that moment, but to feel and hear him in the throes of ecstasy.
Harder and faster her rammed his prick to the depths of my tight, warm tunnel. I bore down on the cock, sucking and lathering it with my tongue. I dragged my teeth along his fevered flesh as blew as hard as I could on his plunging rod.
Suddenly I felt him shuddering violently, a heady, powerful series of spasmodic explosions erupting in his tight, hairy ball bag. He bucked forward, shooting a thick, hot wad of come into my mouth and I gulped frantically, trying to swallow as much of the precious fluid as I could.
"I'm coming, coming in your mouth," he gasped tightly, pulling my head to his belly, burying the spurting tool deep in my throat. "Ahhh, yes, little sparrow, little whore, coming in your mouth so nice right now!"
Again and again the creamy fluid spurted from his shaft and filled my throat and mouth. I held onto him tightly, shivering with the force of his climax, swallowing the come as it burst from his aching shaft.
After for what seemed like hours, he pulled his prick from my mouth and I eagerly licked the final traces of semen from the still hard and quivering shaft. I lathered the tip of his rod until he sank to his knees beside me.
He hugged me again, whispering and kissing me affectionately like the last time. But I didn't care, I wasn't even listening. All I could think about was the horror of what I had been through, and how much I liked it.
Now, each time I displease him, lose an event, anything, the whole thing happens again. He beats me, then either fucks me, or makes me suck him off. I can't do anything about it, because I need his help, and I have begun to like it, too.
Do you see, now, why I need your help, Doctor? Can you see what a sick, twisted person I am? Ohhh, God, if you can't help me, Doctor, I don't know what I will do, I just don't know!
CONCLUSION
Shelly began to cry at this point. Very softly and very controlled. I could tell that she was doing her best not to completely break down, and I wanted to calm and reassure her as much as I could.
I explained that her fear, and her need for a strong, male hand in her life, led her to accepting the situation as her fate. I urged her not to see this Ivan ever again, and to seek help from a woman colleague of mine.
She promised me she would, but as she left my office, her shoulders slumped in defeat, I had the feeling that it would take a lot more of the kind of abuse she was suffering, before she would do anything about it.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Lisa R. AGE: Twenty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Lisa R. was a pretty, slender college student who was the daughter of a friend of mine. I was surprised when she asked if she could see me on a professional level and I wondered what could be wrong.
She wore a pants suit to my office, a blue outfit that hugged her tight, firm body in an enticing fashion. Her large, full breasts swelled against the confinement of the clothing, and her smooth, supple thighs strained tightly against the suit.
She lay down on the couch, turning her head to the wall, and poured out her story in such a matter-of-fact manner, that it was almost as if she were telling me about some dull, every day occurrence.
I am confused and worried, Doctor, I need help from somebody, and quick. I came to you because I trust you. All I ask is that you don't tell my mother and father about any of this. If they ever knew, I think I would die of shame.
The problem is my boyfriend Wayne. Or at least he's part of it, I'm getting more and more to believe that I'm the problem, not him. It was just his ideas that started all this, I'm the one that has kept it going.
You see, we have been screwing for over a year now, at least three or four times a week, and we both had to admit that it was getting a little boring. We wanted something new to happen, and when he suggested a little game-playing, I was more than willing to try it out.
"Let's pretend that you are my slave, and I am your master," Wayne suggested, smiling slyly. "You can act as if you are willful and headstrong, and I will have to tame you!"
I found the whole idea a little silly, but I didn't want to spoil it for him. He had this crazy leather suit, with a big gold zipper that ran from his neck to his groin and it crackled wickedly each time he moved.
We were in my bedroom at home, my parents gone for the evening, and I was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and an old blouse. I laughed when I saw him put a dark, cold look in his eyes, I just couldn't help it.
Then he slapped me. Hard and mean, knocking me back against the wall behind my bed. I tasted blood in my mouth and I couldn't believe he had done it. I glared at him, about to speak when he punched me viciously in the belly.
"Whore bitch," he hissed as I doubled over and sank to the floor, all the wind knocked out of me. "I'll teach to you question my commands! I'll beat a little discipline into you, slut!"
I felt him drag me to my feet, spinning me around and quickly tying my hands together. He bound my wrists to a thick beam in the center of the room and in moments I was barely standing on my tiptoes, completely helpless.
"What ... what are you going to do, honey?" I moaned, shaken and dazed by the punches I had taken. My tummy ached and my jaw throbbed where he had hit me. "Please darling, I don't know if I want to play this game!"
I felt his fingers curling in the neckline of my blouse and then he suddenly tore it from my shoulders, ripping it in half, exposing my back. I screamed as the tattered remains of the blouse left my body and I felt him fumbling with the buttons to my jeans, tugging them down over my hips and legs.
In a few moments he had stripped me naked and I hung from the beam, my wrists aching from the tightness of my bonds and the weight of my body dragging down on them. I could feel a soothing breeze coming through the window, caressing my helpless flesh, enticingly.
He stepped around in front of me and showed me the riding crop he had taken from my father's study. "Now, you're going to get it, bitch," he hissed viciously, tapping the tip of the crop against my trembling boobs. "Now you're going to get the beating your need! I'll teach you respect, slave, believe me, I will!"
He whipped his hand across his body, slashing the tip of the riding crop against my belly. The pain was searing and fierce and I screamed in horror and shock as the blow connected with my flesh.
He took a step backward and put all his power and force behind another blow that smashed wickedly against my breasts. The crop slashed across my nipples, stinging them horribly and I wailed in agony, pulling myself away from him.
"Stop it, Wayne, ohhh, dear God, stop it, please," I moaned, shivering uncontrollably with the lingering traces of my pain. "Please, no more, I don't want to play anymore, please, please!"
He laughed brutally and struck me hard against the outer thighs. I sobbed in pain, my flesh feeling as if he had branded it with a white-hot iron. I shuddered in a spasm of agony and gasped as he struck my tits again.
Now he moved around behind me, raining blows down again my back and shoulders. He cracked the wicked, metal-rimmed tip of the riding crop against my buttocks, making my soft, quivering cheeks burn with pain.
He began to beat me in short, rhythmic blows, allowing just enough time for the pain of the last to linger and fade before inflicting another. I could not believe how terrible it felt and I found myself sobbing uncontrollably as he hit me over and over again.
The searing, burning hurt seemed to consume me, then, and I wailed in pain even before he struck my tortured, helpless body. Each time he slashed my buttocks or smashed the crop against my back, I thrashed in quaking agony, my body tugging and pulling on my bonds.
It was as if he were in a frenzy of passion, hitting me harder and faster, bringing the crop down on me so often, that soon there was no moment when the pain ceased to tear through me, but just continued to eat at my flesh.
I could hear his breathing, tortured and erratic, and when I turned to look at him, I could see his eyes blazing with passion and delight. He was really, really enjoying himself and it made me weep to see it.
"Ohhh, God, Master, Master, please," I sobbed, trembling under the impact of another harsh, stinging blow. "Ohhh, I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry! Beat me harder, please, beat me harder!"
Yes, Doctor, the weird, enticing thrill of the pain I was experiencing began to erupt inside of me. For some reason I was starting to enjoy it. I was leaning back toward him in anticipation of the blows, my flesh beginning to eagerly accept each harsh, cruel blow.
He increased his efforts, smashing the crop against me over and over again, filling my body with the fiery, burning pleasure of pain. I sobbed and shivered, weeping for the exquisite agony that I was experiencing.
My cunt was growing wet and aching, now, totally stimulated by the beating he was giving me. I was shocked to feel my loins throbbing with need, the powerful, urgent and pulsating desire beginning to consume me, now.
"Ohhh, it's so good, Wayne, ohhh, my Master, so good," I cooed softly, turning my buttocks from left to right, inviting yet another teasing lash of the crop. "Yes, I'm excited, darling, so excited! Hard, baby, do it to me, hard!"
I felt as if I could stand it forever now. Each time the crop hit me, I was seized in the throes of an ecstasy I wouldn't have believed possible. My pussy ached for a cock, it was yearning to be fucked brutally now and I tried to entice him to me by swaying and wiggling erotically under his attack.
Suddenly he dropped the crop to the floor and came around in front of me, once more. His prick was bulging in his trousers, throbbing so wildly that I could see it beating steadily against his pants.
My back was stinging with the delicious memory of my beating and I could see him sweating in the tight, black leather of the suit he was wearing. I nodded hungrily, licking my lips to make them glisten sensuously as I tried to speak.
"Ohhh, rape me, Wayne, hurt me some more," I groaned, my voice thick and urgent. "I want you to fuck me hard, darling, very hard! Put it in me, now, Wayne, please, in me, right now!"
He laughed, his voice thick and cruel as he pulled frantically on the zipper to the suit. It slithered down with a delicious and wicked hiss and he stepped out of his, his whole body now damp and shimmering with the sweat of passion.
His cock was throbbing wildly between his legs, full and erect as he stepped forward to put it in me. I moaned in anticipation as I felt the hard, hot tool slithering between my thighs, the hard, throbbing head insistently driving between my trembling cunt lips.
He guided his shaft into me and I winced in pain as he drove the thick, pounding tip of his rod along my aching tunnel. His prick seemed like it was twice its normal size and on fire as he buried it deep in my tortured passage.
I was not truly ready for him, and that only served to excite him all the more. He twisted and turned, grinding his belly against my own, forcing his meat into my womb until he was buried to the hilt in my aching pit.
His hands slipped around and over my tingling buttocks, the thick, hard fingers digging deep into my spongy mounds. I gasped as he pulled me tight to his groin, his fingers kneading my buttocks, passionately.
"You want it hard and fast, bitch, you'll get it that way," he growled, pulling back, slithering his prick along my quivering tunnel. "I'm going to make you scream, whore, scream in agony!"
He began to pump his shaft into my cunt with a power and force unlike any other time before. He rammed his prick hard against my loins, grinding and twisting viciously as he drove to the depths of my throbbing chamber.
He paid no mind to the agony he was causing me, and I allowed myself to completely surrender to the pain as he powered his manhood hard and fast along the tight, wet tunnel of my womb.
He slammed into me again and again, paying no attention to whether I was enjoying it or not. I could feel his shaft growing harder and hotter with every stroke and I knew that he would be reaching an orgasm almost any moment.
I felt him drive his meat hard and brutally into my cunt, the hot, thick pole scraping the delicate flesh of my inner walls, slamming so violently into me that the hot, pounding shaft tore blood vessels inside of my womb.
He dug his fingers into the flesh of my buttocks, groaning and shuddering as he buried his cock inside of me once more. I felt him bucking violently, now, and the wonderful, searing fluid of his come was suddenly spurting from his aching tool.
"I'm coming, you whore, coming right now," he cried softly, grinding his cock hard inside of me. The spurts of creamy semen seared my inner walls powerfully. "I'm coming real good inside you now, bitch, right now!"
Again and again the boiling fluid burst from his shaft and seared my inner walls. I was spinning round and round, it seemed, and I felt completely lost in the experience of his orgasm.
Lisa was unable to continue at this point. She was choked up and shivering as if in the middle of a snow storm. As gently as possible, I suggested we break off until the next day and she seemed grateful for the chance to rest and think over what she was telling me.
INTERVIEW TWO
At nine a.m. I found Lisa waiting for me outside my office. She looked haggard and drawn and admitted to having been unable to sleep the night before. I felt it was best that we start at once and I had her resume her place on the couch and continue before we wasted any more time.
Ohh, God, Doctor, after that incident, I couldn't get enough of it! I forced him to tie me to the bed a couple of days later and beat me again! He didn't want to do it, but I just was obsessed with it!
He had come over just to talk, and I could tell he was disturbed by what had happened. But before he had a chance to tell me anything, I dragged him upstairs and tore off my clothing, climbing up on the bed and laid face down on the covers, my bottom wiggling enticingly.
"Beat me, darling, tie me up and beat me, please," I moaned, shuddering in anticipation. "Ohhh, God, I need to be hurt, Master Wayne, I need it so bad! Beat me, Master, beat me right now!"
He tried to talk me out of it, but I wouldn't listen to him. Finally he got angry and roughly flipped me over on my back. I gasped as he tied my wrists and ankles to the bed, leaving me drawn as tight as a bow, my thighs quivering with excitement, my cunt mound already damp with love juice.
"I'll show you, bitch, I'll show you," he muttered angrily, searching around the room until his eyes lit upon the short handled whip I had bought. "I'm going to give it to you, cunt, give it to you, good!"
God, how I wanted it, Doctor. As he stood over me, the whip dangling from his hand, my whole body seemed to be trembling with an aching desire for the pain. I moaned and shivered, sighing with need as he stripped out of his clothes, then stood over me, naked and glistening with sweat.
I nodded and he lifted the whip over his head, then brought the evil, thick leather strands down hard on my belly. The pain was searingly intense as the blow was struck. My tummy burned with a delicious and fierce agony and I jerked spasmodically under the wonderful force of the blow.
I screamed as he brought the whip down over the tops of my thighs, the loose tips of the strands snapping viciously against my cunt lips. The agony roared through my flesh and I sobbed wildly in delight.
Quickly he slashed and whipped my breasts, flicking the strands over my nipples making them sting wildly from the blows. He worked his way steadily up and down my body until every part of my skin tingled and stung from his attack.
"Jesus, do you deserve this, whore, do you ever," he gasped as he beat me. He rained the blows down hard and fast, his eyes bulging with the effort of his beating. "You lousy slut, you fucking whore! Take it, bitch, take it all!"
I was swirling in the luscious, wonderful sea of agony now, my eyes blinded by a fierce, red mist of pain. I hardly realized how often he hit me, anymore, I was so completely consumed by the searing hurt of the blows.
I felt his hand clutching at my chin, yanking my jaw open and when my eyes cleared, I realized that he was no longer hitting me, but preparing to force his big, thick shaft between my lips.
"You scum, you whore, you're only worth sucking me off," he growled, pushing the fat, thick helmet of his shaft over my teeth. "Do it right, cunt, suck me good! I'm going to come all over your face!"
He bucked forward, driving his cock deep into my throat, and I gulped frantically, trying to relax my throat muscles to give him more room. I gagged as he shoved his cock completely into my mouth, burying it to the hilt against my bruised and puffy lips.
Hungrily I sucked on the root of his shaft, lathering the hot, hard surface of his flesh with my tongue. I could feel the powerful, urgent blood tearing through him wildly, and I desperately wanted to please him.
I gripped the cock as tightly as I could, locking my lips and teeth around his fevered meat, flexing my throat muscles about the buried prong. He shuddered uncontrollably, bucking back and slithering the huge, fat pole out of my throat as he pulled back.
When his cock was just barely inside of my mouth, he drove forward again, twisting and turning as he ground his cock against my aching passage once more.
I was thrilled by the violence and brutality of his attack and I greedily sucked and licked the driving spear, enjoying every moment of my humiliation. He pumped the thick, hard prong rapidly in and out of my mouth and I could tell that a violent orgasm was burning inside of him, now.
"I'm gonna come, bitch, gonna come real soon," he moaned, rocking the driving spear back and forth as he powered it along my wet, slippery tunnel. "Gonna come real nice right now, cunt, right, fucking now!"
Suddenly he pulled his shaft from my mouth and the hot, thick come spurt from the head of his rod, splashing against my face. I laughed in delight, licking the creamy fluid from my lips and chin, thrilled that he was so degrading me.
He squeezed his shaft, forcing every drop to my face, rubbing the head of his prick against my cheeks, cleaning the hard, pounding tool off on my flesh. I was crying in delight, quivering in ecstasy, feeling more marvelous than I ever had before.
Now it never stops. I am dying for this kind of passion all the time, Doctor, all the God damn time! Wayne left me, my latest boyfriend thinks I'm sick, and I can't seem to think of anything else. Ohhh, Jesus, Doctor, what am I going to do, huh? Just what am I going to do?
Huh? Just what am I going to do?
CONCLUSION
Lisa broke into tears at this point, sobbing quietly as she lay against the wall. As gently as possible, I explained to her that many people find the act of being beaten and humiliated fulfilling.
I suggested that she seek professional help from another doctor, recommending a couple of them to her. I explained that in time, with help, she could come to understand and control her desires. She seemed cheered by this, and relieved, and left, promising to do as I had suggested.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Susan L. AGE: Twenty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
Perhaps the most pathetic case of beating I ever came across, was that of Susan L., a meek and quiet girl that visited my office at the urging of a close mutual friend of ours.
She wore a conservative dress that came down below her knees and did little to enhance her attractive figure. She never looked up from her lap as she spoke and her story touched me harder than most.
What can I tell you , Doctor? I'm completely trapped. My boss likes to indulge in a few things that make me sick even to think about them, but I can't say no. I mean, I had to struggle for years to get this job, years!
I didn't think anything of it when he invited me back to his place after dinner a few weeks ago. I assumed he would make a pass, but nothing like what he had in mind, I assure you!
We relaxed with champagne and I was preparing myself for the pass when he went into the bedroom and then returned a few moments later, dressed in the wildest outfit I ever saw.
He was wearing a black leather shirt and black leather jeans. They were dotted with glitter and on his feet were heavy engineer boots. He had a tight, black cowl over his head and was wearing tight, leather gloves.
He grinned at me wickedly, laughing at my shocked gaze. "Well, my dear, now is the time when we see just how much you love your job," he hissed through his teeth, cracking the whip he was carrying against his thigh.
"If you want to keep that job, and if you want to go further," he explained, viciously. "Then you'll have to keep the boss happy! So strip, bitch and get on your knees in front of your master!"
I almost laughed again, until he crossed the room, took hold of my hair and pulled me from the couch, forcing me to the floor.
He kicked me brutally in the ribs, sending a searing fire racing through my flesh and bones. I looked up, some tears starting to form in my eyes, and one glance told me that he was serious.
What could I do? I needed this job, I wanted it. I sobbed quietly and unbuttoned my blouse, slipping it from my shoulders and arms and laying it aside. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra, slithering it from me, quickly.
As fast as I could, I slipped out of my skirt and panties and then got down on all fours in front of him like he ordered me to. I was swaying from left to right, the fear churning inside of me as he inspected me carefully.
"Just like the bitch dog that you are, cunt," he growled in a thick, twisted tone of voice. "You're just where you should be, bitch, down on your arms and legs like the slut animal you are!"
I heard the whip whistling through the air, then, and when it cracked against the taut flesh of my shoulders, I screamed in agony at the unbelievable pain I experienced from the cruel blow.
I almost collapsed under the impact, and my arms and legs trembled violently as my strength drained from me. The air was sliced by the sound of the whirling whip, again and I cried out once more as he lashed me viciously across my buttocks.
"Take your punishment, bitch dog," he hissed, slashing the base of my spine with the thick leather strands, making me sob in pain. "You deserve to be beaten, cunt, beaten badly!"
Again the whip fell, the cruel, cold strands caressing my buttocks with their harsh, stinging kiss. The air was filled with the sound of leather striking flesh, and the piercing wails of agony that the blows tore from my lips.
I was sobbing uncontrollably, then, trying to keep up on my knees and hands, quivering involuntarily in anticipation of each blow. Every time the whip struck, I screamed in pain and my whole body shuddered in response.
He was having a marvelous time, completely wrapped up in the pleasure of the beating he was giving me. He called me foul names, over and over again, marking the words with vicious, powerful blows from the whip.
Harder and faster he beat me. I could no longer tell when the blows struck and when they did not. I was swirling in a sea of incredible agony, so powerful and intense that I thought I would faint at any moment.
He rained the blows down for what seemed like hours, until he tossed the whip aside and dropped to his knees behind me. I was gasping for breath, actually able to feel the welts coming up on my back and buttocks when I felt his hands slithering between my thighs.
"Now, you bitch, now for some fucking, eh?" he said, ruthlessly gripping my loins, kneading and caressing my cunt lips with his fingers. "Have to get you nice and wet and wide for me, bitch! Because I'm going to fuck you hard!"
I never felt more degraded or worthless in my life! I felt his fingers, greedy and cruel, riding up and down along the cleft between my pussy lips, pinching and teasing the trembling petals between them.
I gasped with pain as he ruthlessly fondled my loins, caring only that he cbuld get his cock inside of me as soon as possible. My cunt grew wet with love juice, only because his greedy fingers were toying with it so hungrily.
I moaned as he pushed two fingers inside of me, greedily twisting and turning them against my inner walls, sending rolling waves of agony tearing through my cunt as he. buried the digits deep inside of my womb.
I gasped as he took one of my breasts in his free hand and squeezed it cruelly. He caught my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it in a nasty manner, making me wince with the pain he created in my aching bud.
His fingers began to pump rapidly inside of my pussy, rolling and turning with every vicious stroke, forcing my womb to expand as he powered the prongs along my aching, taut passage.
I hardly knew where I was anymore. My whole body was one huge throbbing ache and my cunt seemed to be on fire from the brutal assault of his fingers. I sobbed and shivered, begging him to stop.
He laughed and pulled his fingers from my womb, and I heard the excited, swift hiss of his zipper being tugged free. In a few seconds he was inching up tightly against the swell of my behind, the cold, slippery leather riding against my aching, quivering buns.
I felt his cock slithering along my inner thighs and I cried out, trying to pull away from him. He grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me toward him, though, and forced the hard, thick prong into my cunt.
I screamed as I felt him invading my damp, trembling passage. His huge, thick shaft seemed to rip my womb apart as he drove it deep into my loins, twisting and grinding his cock against my inner walls as he buried it to the hilt in my aching, battered tunnel.
"Ahhh, yeah, baby, yeah," he chuckled happily, rocking his cock from left to right inside of me, grinding his groin against my ass.
"Gonna be good, fucking your worthless cunt, bitch, gonna be real good!"
He started pumping his shaft in and out of me in harsh, quick strokes. There was no rhythm to his fucking and I could not find his motion at all. All I could do was remain on my hands and knees, allowing him to brutally slam his prick in and out of me with increasing frenzy and greed.
I prayed for him to come right away and I sobbed as his prick grew hotter and thicker in my womb. I flexed my muscles erratically around his shaft, urging him on with all my power as he rammed his cock into me over and over again.
Suddenly he shuddered and drove his shaft to the depths of my loins, a steaming burst of boiling come spurting from the plunging tool. I sobbed as I felt the creamy fluid filling me up, putting the final touches on my degradation.
"Ahhh, yeah, coming, bitch, coming in you, now," he moaned in delight, shuddering with the tremors of release that tore through him. "Ummm, coming real good in you, bitch, real good, yeah!"
The creamy, hot liquid continued to spurt from his cock as he shuddered and quaked inside of me, and as his powerful spasms of ecstasy rolled on and on through his loins, I felt as if a huge portion of my humanity had been ripped from me.
Susan's voice began to break at this point and I gently guided her to a small room in the rear of my office, so that she might rest before continuing. I gave her something to calm her down and told her to try and relax as much as she could.
INTERVIEW TWO
After about a half an hour, Susan returned to my office and sat down in the big chair once again. She looked composed, but I knew that was the effects of the drug I had given her, for as she spoke, her voice quivered and her eyes flickered with pain.
God, Doctor, I went home after that, feeling empty and used. As if there wasn't a single, agreeable thing about me. I took a long, steaming bath, but I couldn't wash the shame I felt away.
I thought, I prayed, that perhans that might be the end of it. But only a couple of days later, my boss called me into his office for a little talk. Some little talk! The moment he shut the door behind me and locked it, I knew what was up.
I didn't even wait for his command. I stripped out of my dress and underwear, trying hard not to cry and then got down on my hands and knees on the carpet. He quickly took off his clothes and began testing a short, thin cane that he held in his hands.
"This ought to be a good one, bitch," he cackled happily, smacking the cane down on the desk to test its power. "Ahhh, yeah, a real good one, you whore!"
My whole body tensed in preparation for the first blow. I heard the whistle of the cane cutting through the air then felt the hard, stinging crack of the weapon as it slammed into the pliant flesh of my buttocks.
I screamed in pain, shuddering with the force and impact of the cruel, vicious blow. I sobbed uncontrollably, the rolling waves of hurt racing through me with more passion and force than I could have ever imagined.
Again he brought the cane down on me, cracking it brutally against my shoulders. I heard the pop of my flesh torn by the wicked instrument and in seconds I could feel the blood dripping from the open wound.
Harder than before he beat me. His arm went up and down like a pumping piston and the cane cracked against my flesh in a continual stream of violent passion. I screamed and wailed, my lips puffy with the effects of being bitten by my teeth. I shivered and quaked under the blows, groaning and sobbing as he continued to beat me brutally.
How long he kept it up, I can't say for sure. At one point, I think I fainted, for the next thing I knew, I was on my belly and he was ruthlessly riding his fingers back and forth between my buttocks, pushing his digits against the taut, wet dot of my anal pit.
"Need some butt-fucking, slut," he laughed happily, pulling my cheeks apart and guiding his cock between them. "Haven't had a good asshole to fuck in a long time, I think yours will do fine!"
I couldn't stand for this. I screamed and tried to pull away, but it was hopeless. The beating had left me drained of all my energy and strength and in seconds he was pushing the huge, thick head of his cock between my cheeks, driving it beyond them into my anal passage.
I cried out in agony as he drove deep into my bum, rocking from side to side, burying his prick deep in the pit of my anal canal. The sensation of his rod, driving deeper and deeper into my asshole was more agonizing than even the beating, and a red mist of throbbing pain covered my eyes.
He twisted and turned, grinding his prick hard against my inner walls, gasping for breath as he sank his shaft to the depths of my throbbing bottom. I felt him thrust forward and his cock drove itself to the hilt in my anal passage, the huge, hot heat quaking violently against my taut, burning inner walls.
Now he pumped his prick hard and fast inside of me. Each stroke was like a burning, red-hot iron being rammed up inside of me. My tiny, damp pit felt as if it were being ripped apart and my screams filled the air with their agonized intensity.
Again and again he drove his shaft along my aching inner walls. He didn't give a damn what it was doing to me, and my sobbing, wailing moans only seemed to spur him on and create even more passion and lust in his loins.
He rocked and swayed, grinding his prick hard against my bum. His fingers kneaded and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples brutally as he rammed his shaft into my asshole relentlessly.
I quivered and sobbed, the pain overwhelming me totally, now. I heard his groaned and gasps of pleasure and felt the hot, fevered blood tearing through his shaft as he buried it in my bum once more.
"Gonna come, whore, gonna come," he groaned, his voice thick and tortured with the pleasure he was feeling. "Ahhh, yeah, little cunt, gonna come in your asshole, right fucking now!"
He bucked forward, and shuddered violently. The hot come spurt from his shaft and burned my inner flesh as the orgasm exploded in his balls. Again and again the creamy, searing fluid spurt from the head of his prick and I could do nothing but lay there and endure the throes of his climax until he was through.
It's been like this for months, now, Doctor and I don't know what to do. I keep praying that he'll find somebody else, but he never seems to. I don't know what I am going to do, I just don't know how long I can go on before the shame and self-disgust I am feeling overwhelms me!
CONCLUSION
As soothingly as possible, I tried to calm Susan down. She was deeply distressed and I feared a complete mental breakdown if something wasn't done quickly. I told her as firmly as I could that she must quit her job at once.
I knew that she did not want to hear that, but as I explained, it was the only thing for her to do. I told her, quite seriously, that serious damage would be done to her if she continued this relationship.
When she left my office, she promised she would seek other employment, but from the vague, guarded way she spoke, I am afraid she was lying to me. Some people need this kind of humiliation in their lives, and I fear that Susan is one of those people.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Loretta D. AGE: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
Loretta is an attractive enough woman with long, straight blonde hair and a very young-looking complexion. She has high cheekbones, and dark blue eyes, and wears the slightest trace of make-up to accentuate her statuesque appearance.
When she came to see me she was wearing a tight, black blouse with the top buttons open far down enough so that I could see an ample amount of cleavage. Her breasts seemed to be firm and cone-shaped, at least from the impression that they made against her blouse.
She wore a tight skirt along with it, showing shapely legs.
If anything detracted from Loretta's overall beauty, it was basically her manner of dress. Although her outfit did much to highlight her figure, the clothes, overall, were frumpy looking and dated.
Still, I was sure that when Loretta wore nothing, she looked fabulous.
Perhaps there's something wrong me with. Who knows? Is it the way I look, or the way I dress, or what? Is it my breath, which I doubt, because I make sure that my breath is smelling fresh all the time. I don't know. I have no idea what it is. As far as I'm concerned, I am just the way I was when I first got married.
I haven't changed hardly at all and ... wait ... maybe that could be it, doctor. I never really thought about it, but maybe that's it.
God, I realize I must have you confused about everything. I know that you want to hear me talk about my experience with leather and bondage, and I will. But that all came later, and it left me so confused.
What came before it is what I'm talking about. You see, I've been married to Al now for almost ten years, and it's just not the same as it used to be. I mean, we used to be so close, and our sex life was always so sensational, but recently, during the last two years, it's just fallen off.
That night, a few weeks ago, when I got drunk and started laying things on my husband, really humiliating him and hoping that by insulting his masculinity, he'd do something, he did something that I never would have believed.
"You want to know what I've been doing every Monday night for the past two years?" he started to scream at me. "I'll show you, bitch. I'll show you."
And then I remember him taking that whip and using it on me, and before I knew what was happening, I was all tied up.
But I think I should start before then. Maybe it would help you to understand me if I told you about my life before I met Al, and even later, during the good years. I know that must have a lot to do with my feelings about what he did to me, although I don't think I'm smart enough to understand it right now.
I came from a pretty normal background, I guess. I mean, my parents never really came right out and told me about sex, but then again, they didn't try to hide anything from me, either. It was pretty nice.
I mean, both of my parents always felt free enough to walk around the house without anything on, and that helped me realize, even as young as age seven, that there was a difference between a man and a woman. I saw my father's cock limp so many times from the time that I was seven, but I didn't know anything about his ability to get it hard and use it as a fuck tool until I saw him with my mother once.
I was thirteen at the time, and I just passed their bedroom one night, late, and saw them doing it. I don't remember much of it because it didn't make me that curious to just stand there and watch.
Besides, it looked like something private between just the two of them, and I didn't think that it was right for me to stand there.
But I did talk with my older sister, Leila, about it, and she was the one who told me just what I should know. In fact, as far as I remember, it happened a few nights after I had seen my parents. I didn't think about it constantly, but every so often, the image would drift into my mind.
So I asked Leila one night if she knew anything about it.
Leila was a beautiful looking girl, with brownish-blonde hair. In the summer she always looked so sensational because her hair would get lighter in certain places, and she certainly had enough to fill her bikini.
Sometimes she was overflowing, in fact. Anyway, she was sixteen at the time when I was thirteen, and I was sure that she would be able to fill me in on what they were doing.
"Fucking," she said, so bluntly. "God, Loretta, don't you know anything?"
"I'm sorry if I'm so misinformed, Miss know-it-all," I said to her at first, feeling hurt that she was taking such a haughty attitude. But my attitude made her change hers.
"Hey, I'm sorry kid," she said to me. "I didn't know that you really didn't know any of that. They were fucking. That's what grown-ups do to show each other how much they love each other. Sex. It is a physical thing. Daddy gets his dick hard and then sticks it up Mommy's cunt, and when they move back and forth, the way you saw them doing it, the contact that they make just sends them both. High passions."
"I saw him sweating," I said to her. "Was that part of it?"
"Oh yeah! The body really reacts, and the more into it someone gets, the more sweat they're going to drip. It's an incredible thing. Really beautiful."
"You talk like you've done it already," I said to her.
Leila was brushing her hair, one hundred times, as she looked at herself in the mirror, and when I said that, she turned around and looked at me, as if she was shocked that I would even suggest such a thing.
Now I know that was the look she was giving me, because I know my sister well enough. However, after holding that look for a few minutes, she suddenly broke into tears.
"Yes," she said to me. "Oh God, how did you know? Does it show? Tell me, Loretta. Can you tell by looking at me that I did it? Can you?"
"No," I said to her. "You just told me so much about it that you made me think you did, that's all. Don't worry. But tell me about it."
Well, it took a while for her to stop crying and catch her breath, and we did move to her bed, huddling close to each other because she wanted to whisper about the whole thing. She didn't want my mother and father passing by the room and overhearing her, and in some ways, I sensed that she was really upset that it had happened.
But she did tell me everything, believe me, doctor. Everything.
It seemed that David Roberts, this guy she was seeing at school who was a year older than she was had invited her over to his house one night. The thing that he hadn't told her was that his parents were playing bridge over at their neighbor's, and she didn't know that she was going to be alone with him.
She wasn't nervous at first. After all, she was sixteen (this thing happened to her about four weeks before she told me about it) and felt adult enough. Anyway, David made her a drink, and then he started to get her to smoke pot. I think that I was more shocked to hear her say she did that, then to hear her say she fucked.
Soon she was really high, and David started to kiss her hard. She got turned on, she told me, and kissed him back, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. He loved it when she licked the roof of his mouth, and it was really turning him on.
"And that's what I didn't realize," she said to me. "If I had, maybe I would have stopped. But I turned him on so much, that soon, he wanted me."
When he started to open her blouse and play with her red nipples, she got nervous. However, he assured her that he wouldn't do anything else. He kissed her tits gently, sucking on each nipple and flicking each one back and forth with his tongue, until they were both rock hard and sensitive.
She said that her pussy was beginning to get wet when that happened, and she didn't think much of it. But then, as he was nibbling on her tit, David slid his hand down to her pants and opened them. He slid his hand into her panties and started to stroke her wet pussy lips, and that really scared her.
He kept telling her that he wasn't going to try to do anything, and he reached for her hand and made her stroke his hardened cock bulge, through his pants.
He pushed her pants and panties down, turning his body around so that she could pull his cock out. Of course, she kept telling me, she didn't do anything without his telling her to do it. In fact, she said, she never would have done it unless he had asked her to do it, because she was very scared.
When he started to lick her cunt, running his tongue firmly along her pussy lips so that she was getting more turned on, he told her to lick his cock.
Leila told me that she had a lot of trouble doing it. For she knew, having seen it in our own home, that men also piss through their cocks, and she couldn't help but think that he might try something like that. He assured her that when he was hard, the only thing that would ever come out of his cock was come, and although she had no idea what come was like, she was glad that it wasn't piss.
Now I must tell you, doctor, that as I listened to this, it sounded pretty exciting. I mean, she was nervous while she told me the story, but I could see that she was even getting a little excited thinking about it.
Well, after she had licked his cock for a while, he told her to suck it. She told me how she really just sucked on the cock head and let her saliva drip down the shaft. She started to jerk his shaft once it was wet enough, and soon, his cock was pulsating in her hand. He started to suck on her pussy, and then, she was coming.
He came in her mouth as she came in his mouth, and Leila told me that the taste of his come was very strange to her.
"I can't say that I liked it, but then again, I can't say that I didn't. It was warm, and I thought that was really strange about it. It was also really creamy in consistency, and that was very strange. And it tasted bitter-sweet."
Well, she told me next, his cock stayed hard in her mouth, and for the longest time, she thought that cocks always stayed hard after orgasms. In fact, I thought that too, since that was what she had told me.
I guess the reason David's dick never went down was because he was too excited. He turned around so that his cock was closer to Leila's pussy, and when he started to rub himself there, she moved her hand down over her cunt lips.
"No, David. I don't want to do it, and you promised me that you wouldn't."
"Oh, Leila, I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to push it in. I just want to rub it there because it's making me feel good, and I know that it's making you feel good, too. It has to be. Just let me rub it there."
So she let him. She didn't think that there could be any harm in letting him do that, especially since he'd promised not to put it in. However, it was almost like before, where her kissing him so nicely was turning him on and making him want to go further. His rubbing his dick against her pussy lips was just turning him on, slowly, making him hotter and hotter as he felt her pussy getting wet.
And she was getting wet, she told me. He was rubbing his cock against her clit and making it swell up more and more, until it was incredibly sensitive to touch.
When he wanted to, he thrust his way inside of her. Leila told me that at the time, she was really just lying back on his bed with her eyes closed, watching different striking colors flashing before her mind.
His entering her, however, made the colors vanish. She was a virgin up until that time, and she said that she did feel an incredible pain shooting through her body as his thrusting thick dick broke through her hymen skin.
He thrust in deep and held himself there, until he was sure that she wasn't in pain any longer. Then he started to thrust in and out of her, and she told me that he seemed to be thrusting upwards so that his hard boner would make contact with her clit.
As she told me about it, I was getting off a bit. I thought that she was even moving her hand down to her pussy and rubbing herself through her pajama bottoms, but I could be wrong about that. It was a long time ago.
Anyway, she told me that after the first few seconds, all the pain was gone, and the pleasure started to build inside of her. She could feel her cunt spasming tightly around his cock, and she said that the only reason he was able to move in and out of her was because her pussy was so well greased from her own juices.
When his cock started to pulsate, she said it was nice, and then he started to shoot his come inside of her.
"Again, I could feel how warm it was," she said to me. "My pussy was pretty hot at the time, and I could feel it getting hotter because of his come."
He kept thrusting until his cock started going limp inside of her, and then he pulled out and continued to kiss her all over.
When my sister was finished telling me her story, I noticed that there was a tear starting to well up in her eye. Since I hated dealing with things like that, I was thinking of leaving the room before she broke down on me.
But I knew that I should stay there and talk with her since she had been so honest with me, and had really taught me a lot. You can believe that I Was glad I stayed there, too, because she had some interesting things to tell me, and I'm sure that those things have had a definite influence on my life thus far.
"Leila," I said, stroking her hair softly, "tell me what's wrong. I really want to know what you're crying about."
"What happened," she said to me. "I'm just so upset about it."
"It sounded like you were having a great time," I said. "I don't know why you should be upset about it. It sounds like fun."
"Oh, Loretta, you don't understand. I consider myself a very sensitive person. While it was going on, I liked it, but after it was over and I thought about it, the whole thing meant nothing. I like David, a little, but I don't love him. I liked the sex with him a little, but I know that sex has to be better when you love the man you're doing it with. It has to. There's a difference between love and sex, and I know that for a person like myself, I need the love to make the sex better."
"Is everyone like that?" I asked. "I mean, aren't there people who are just into sex without love? Can't one exist without the other?"
"I'm sure it can. I mean, I know that it does. That's the way it was with me and David. But that's not me. I'm not like that. Believe me, sis. I wish that I would have saved myself for the man that I love."
"But do you love anyone now?" I had to ask her. "Do you?"
"No. But I know that it will happen one day. I just know it. And I think that when I do fall in love and I make love to that man, he's going to be upset that I didn't save myself for him. He's going to be upset that I'm not a virgin, and I'm already upset about that. God, I wish I saved myself."
She wasn't crying so hysterically at first, but the more she talked about it, the more tears there were, until she was crying wildly.
I tried to comfort her, but I had no idea what to say. I did get her to stop crying, and just as I was leaving her room, she called out to me.
"Take it from someone who knows, honey. Save it. Really. You're so lucky that you still have it, as far as I'm concerned. Wait until you fall in love."
Well, I kept thinking about what she said. I think that when I was fifteen, I masturbated for the first time. Up until then, I would have these strange urges in my pussy, but I would never do anything about it.
But one day, it just got too great for me to ignore, and soon I was lying on my bed moving my fingers in and out of my cunt. I could feel my clit swelling as my fingers rubbed over it, and when it was swollen, the pleasures that I got from playing with myself were just too great to be believed.
I closed my eyes and saw colors, and I thought about what my sister had told me. The colors were all so brazen and bright, and I guess they were all sexual colors to me.
Anyway, after I had come, there was a large wet spot on the bed between my legs. I lay there for the longest time, stroking myself so that the pleasures wouldn't subside fully, and I couldn't help but think about what my sister had said to me. I kept thinking that maybe I could have a fucking affair, without love, especially if the pleasures were going to be as great as they had been when I masturbated.
Leila had stressed the importance of love with sex to me, but at the time, I didn't think that she was right.
Well, I started dating when I was seventeen, and the first guy that I went out with was named Paul. He had curly black hair, and the cutest smile. He was a college man, and a disc jockey at the college that he was going to. He had a super red sports car that I loved to go driving in, especially when he was in the mood to put the top down so that the wind blew through our hair.
The more I was with Paul, the more I liked him. One night, after I had gone to meet him at his college at the studio, because he was the late night disc jockey, he asked me to just hang out with him for a while in the lounge at the radio studio.
There was no one else there, and he shocked me by pulling out a joint and lighting it. I had smoked a few times by then (I guess I got over my initial shock with grass after hearing about my sister doing it), and was willing to smoke with him, even though I was sure that it was risky to smoke where we were.
He laughed, and he told me that all the guys would get high there before they went on the air, and that broadcasting stoned was the best way he could think of for doing it. Well, I was convinced, and I got smashed.
We were sitting on the leather couch there when he leaned over and kissed me harder than he had during the three weeks we had been seeing each other. His hand moved down to my breast, and he started to play with my tit through my blouse. I could feel my red nipple getting hard, and I didn't hesitate at all when he wanted to open my blouse buttons and start to lick my nipple.
In fact, I loved the way it felt. He sucked on my nipple hard, and when it got stiff in his mouth, it was really sensitive.
Soon, he was moving down to my pussy. He pushed my skirt and panties down and slid to his knees between my legs. He spread my legs wide and then started to suck on my cunt lips as hard as he possibly could. I felt my clit wiggling back and forth fast, in the suction breeze that his hot mouth was creating.
I came so hard that some of my come started to drip out of the side of his mouth before he had a chance to swallow it. That was because the mouthful that he took in was quite abundant.
The thing that I hadn't noticed while he was licking me was that he had pulled his cock out of his pants and was playing with himself. I guess maybe I saw the jerking motion of his body, and especially the arm that was connected to the cock jerking hand. But I didn't think much of it until he started to get up a little more, rubbing his hardened dick against my leg at the same time.
I felt him moving it closer and closer to my spread pussy.
And then, suddenly, I knew that I couldn't do it with him. Look, doctor, there had always been a lot of love in my family, and I thought about what my sister said, and how much better it would probably be if I loved the guy. I realized, too, that as much as I liked Paul, that was all. I just liked him.
I know that he was a little shocked when I moved my hand to his cock and pointed it away from my pussy. I started to massage his hard cock shaft with my hand, and he moaned and asked me why I wouldn't let him fuck me.
"I'm really saving it," I told him. "That's all I can say to you."
I would have liked to be honest with him and tell him that I didn't love him, but only liked him, and didn't want to fuck a man I just liked. But I thought about that dick of his, and another thing Leila had told me about men being so sensitive. I thought that if Paul were to hear something like that, he would lose his hard-on.
He seemed to mind, only a little, and in order to appease him, I told him to stand up so that his cock would be at the same level as my mouth.
I started to suck him hard, and amazed even myself when I was able to take him all the way down my throat. I know that he was really getting off on it, and I didn't have him in my mouth for more than a few minutes when he started to come.
I remembered what Leila had said about come and how it felt and tasted in the mouth, and she was one hundred per cent right. In fact, when I realized that, I was proud of myself for having put Paul off. For if Leila had been right about that, I knew that she was going to be right about saving myself for the man that I loved.
It took a long time, doctor, and some of my friends who I was close enough to to discuss things like this, thought that I was crazy. I would hear it from all the girls I knew who were fucking left and right, and they would tell me that I should get some experience, and that it would still be great with the man I loved when he came along.
But I was stubborn, and I guess I also respected my sister's words a hell of a lot more than the words of those other girls.
I did go out with a lot of boys up until the time I met Al, and I did go down on most of them. In fact, I developed myself into quite a cock sucker, and I could really go all the way down on a dick if I had to. There were a few that weren't even long enough so I didn't have to worry about those, but there were some that were big.
But no cock entered my pussy until Al's, and even then, we waited until after we were married to fuck, because he loved my oral sex so much, that he was satisfied enough to let me keep sucking him off.
Of course, he got into eating my pussy back then, too, but we didn't do any actual fucking until after the wedding. And then, eight years later, I don't know what happened. But I do know how he tied me up a few weeks ago, and whipped me, when I demanded to know just what the fuck was going on....
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Loretta came to see me, I had a feeling that someone had finally said something to her about the way she dressed. Perhaps, I even thought, I could have been her husband.
For the second time she came to see me, she took my breath away. As I said in the first interview introduction, she is quite an attractive woman, but she just didn't seem to dress well enough. Her manner of dress detracted a great deal from her looks.
The second time was completely different. She was wearing a one-piece loose knit dress, with black leotards underneath it, and she looked smashing. Every curve and crevice of her figure was highlighted because of the tight leotard material, and the contrast of the black from the leotards, along with the red of the dress, and the blonde of her hair, made her look not only more beautiful, but younger.
You don't even have to say anything to me, doctor. I can tell by the look on your face that you like the way I'm dressed now, and I'm happy that you like it. But I'm even happier that my husband likes it, and I hope that the change in me will bring a happy ending to our marriage, rather than a sad one.
I mean, I want our marriage to continue, even though I know now that Al has been cheating on me for the last two years.
The change in outfits was my sister's idea. I hadn't seen her in a long time, and last week I went to see her for a few days, just to get away from home and think things over, and she was the one who suggested the change.
First she told me that I looked like I did ten years ago, and when I thanked her she then laughed, then told me that she meant it as an insult. She said that physically, it's good to look the same, but when you dress the same, you make yourself look a little out of date. I knew just what she meant.
Al loved the new me when I got home, and I think that means something.
But let me tell you all about him now. He has straight, soft black hair and squared features. He has one of the hairiest bodies I've ever seen, and I always loved that about him more than anything else. His cock was very, very thick, and I'll never forget that the first time I sucked it, I almost got lock jaw.
I met him when I first went away to college. He was a senior and I was a freshman, and we met at one of these mixers. He just asked me to dance, and I liked him a lot, but didn't think that I loved him.
Anyway, he took my number, but didn't call me. I met him again a few weeks later when I went to see the show that they were putting on at school, and he was ushering at the theater. You should have heard him. He was quite flustered to see me, and started stumbling over his words as he told me something about having lost my number, and then not remembering my last name so he couldn't track me down.
"Look," I said, "If you just didn't want to see me again, at least have the courtesy to tell it to me like it is."
"But that's not it," he said. "I like you a lot and I want to see you again."
I told him where I was living, and we went out after the show that night. He took me back to my dorm, and didn't try to get fresh with me. Well, we started dating, and I learned something that I had thought about a lot, but was never sure about.
I learned that it is possible to fall in love. You see, I had always thought that when you see a person, you know instantly if you are in love with him or not. But when I met Al, I just liked him. I thought that he would be safe to date, because, maybe, I was just afraid to fall in love.
But soon, I was crazy over him, and I would sit by the phone waiting for him to call, and if he was even two minutes late, I would be freaking out for those minutes.
We had been dating about three weeks when he first tried something with me, and up until that point, I didn't love him. Therefore, when he took me to his apartment that day and started coming on to me, heavily, I told him where I was at. I didn't tell him that I didn't love him (which at the time was true), but rather, that I wasn't sure how I felt about him, and oral sex was all.
Well, the thing that I loved about him was that he got right down to business. He stood up and started to peel off his shirt and pants, and in a matter of seconds, he was naked. I undressed, too.
It was the first time I was ever naked with a guy, and I loved the way it was when we hugged and kissed each other, and I felt that hard-on rubbing against my belly. Soon we were in a sixty-nine position, and he started to suck on my pussy so well, that I was flooding his mouth with my come in less than a few seconds. I could hear the way he moaned as he drank my juices, which assured me that he loved them.
He started to nibble on my clit after I had come once, and I was kept at a passion high. Al, in fact, was the first guy I had ever had oral sex with who continued to eat me even after I had come, thereby bringing me off over and over again.
I was licking and sucking on that super-thick dick of his, which was a fair size in length, too.
I loved the pulsations that I felt in his cock when I had it in my mouth, and there were times when I would pick up on him picking up on my vibes. For instance, at one point, I started to spasm hard, although I wasn't coming much as far as pussy cream went. Anyway, I was certainly at a pleasure high, and when Al felt that, his cock was pulsating in my hand so nicely. I loved feeling the blood pumping in it.
He stayed hard for a long time, and he loved the way I worked him over. The reason he didn't want to come right away, as he told me, was because he had trouble coming more than once a night, and he didn't want to end it all.
In that way, I was able to come five times that night, and after my fifth orgasm, about two hours later, he started to come in my mouth.
Now I had noticed, after sucking my second cock at age sixteen, that come tasted different, depending on the man it was coming from. Some was sweeter than others, and there was even some bitter-tasting come.
Well, Al's was incredible. It was the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted, and the more I got in my mouth, the more I wanted. I could feel his whole body contorting as I worked his cock over with my tongue while he was coming, and his groin was spasming as if he didn't have any control over it.
I made sure to pluck at his nipples as he was shooting off in my mouth, and when he had finished shooting his load, I kept his limp dick in my mouth. It tasted so smooth then, almost like a velvety kind of thing.
I mean the texture of it was velvety, I guess. The taste was just sensational, though, and I didn't mind keeping his cock in my mouth when it was limp. I even had enough room so that I could suck on his balls at the same time.
It took a long time before the two of us ever really told each other that we were in love, and I don't know if we ever would have (for later, he told me that he was just as scared as I was to fall in love), if he hadn't been graduating. With him graduating and getting ready to leave town, we had to make a decision, and that was when we finally got down and told each other how much we cared.
"I don't want to be the one responsible for making you quit school," he said, when we talked about my doing just that, and our getting married.
"I would be doing it because I wanted to," I said. "Besides, I can still go to school when I decide that I want to."
Well, in the end, we decided that we would have to get married. We thought that there couldn't have been a love in the world greater than the love that we had for each other. I lived with him in New York for about a week before we were married, and I swear to God that we didn't fuck then.
We went to Puerto Rico for our honeymoon, and our first fuck was incredible. We had a room that was right on the beach, and we could hear the ocean outside. We had some wine and some grass as we got undressed.
Then he started to make love to me with even more tenderness than he had when we were just into oral sex. I mean, he really went slow when it came to moving his mouth all over my body, and I'd say that he had licked and sucked every inch of me before he actually got down to the fucking.
He sucked on my nipples, and his mouth felt so smooth. His hands were so incredible, too. I had never felt a man with such soft hands in my life. He was massaging my flesh with his hands as he licked me, and it was almost as if his hands were licking me, too.
He spread my legs wide as he ate my cunt, and then, when he started to move his way up my body, I could feel him rubbing his leg against my thigh. I knew that our time was coming, and I was so thrilled about it.
My pussy lips were soaking wet, and my cunt nice and hot and wet inside. When he rubbed his cock against my red lips, they just parted so smoothly to let him in. He entered me slowly, then came up against my hymen.
I swear, I still had it, even after all that oral sex. He was thrilled when he felt it, and he pulled back a little bit, then thrust his way deep inside of me with one long, swift action. I could feel my hymen breaking, but there was no pain.
Now I knew that it was love when I didn't feel any pain. For he had actually ripped right through some skin, and there was blood, but no pain.
He waited until my tense pussy spasms around his cock stopped, and he kissed me and asked me if I was okay. When I told him that I was, he started to thrust in and out of me rather gently, making sure that his cock was making contact with my clit the whole time. He would thrust upwards and then in, so I would feel the entire length of that thick cock making contact with me.
The fuck seemed to last forever. I could feel my whole body reacting to the passions that were building up inside of me, and when he started to pulsate (and they were really stretching me because his dick was thick enough to begin with, and the pulsations only made it seem thicker), I went crazy. I moaned louder than I ever had in my life, and then I felt his come shooting into my cunt.
I wrapped my legs around his buttocks and felt how taut they were as he filled me up again and again with' his come. It was sensational.
We spent most of our honeymoon either on the beach, making love, or in our room making love. I didn't know that life could be so sweet. I was so happy with everything that was happening between the two of us.
When we got back to the states, Al invested in a business with a friend. It was a small gift shop, and he had gotten the money from an inheritance. Well, the shop did booming business over the next few years, and I'd say that the first five years of our marriage were filled with total bliss.
We would fuck at least once a night, and he would always be telling me everything about his day, from start to finish.
I loved him so much that I wanted to hear it all. I wanted to be with him wherever he was, even though I wasn't always there.
It was during our sixth year of marriage that he started working late on Monday nights, or so I thought. I remember the first time he ever called me to tell me. I had just made his favorite dinner, and I was very mad to hear that he wouldn't be home.
"Why do you have to work late, all of a sudden?" I asked.
"Because we're not doing as well as we used to be doing, and we need to stay open these extra hours. It won't be too often."
Well, after the seventh week, it was more often than I wanted it to be. He would come home, no later than ten-thirty.
Now by that time, too, we weren't into fucking every night. In fact, it would be about once or twice a week. I think it was a mutual agreement, although we never said anything. I know that my urge for him sexually had declined a bit, so I didn't mind. I didn't think anything of his coming home on a Monday night and falling out in bed.
But then, a few weeks ago, I needed him on a Monday. I called up his store, and his partner answered. He told me that Al wasn't in. At first, I thought nothing of it, but when I asked if he had been working all those other weeks, he said no.
I couldn't believe it. For four years, I suddenly realized, he had been doing something on his Monday nights, and I had no idea what.
You can believe that I was screaming at him from the moment he walked in the door.
"Are you cheating on me? Is that it? Well, if you're not, then tell me what you've been doing. I feel that as your wife, I have every right to know. Tell me, Al."
The more I yelled at him, the more incensed he got. We were in the bedroom when he opened his drawer. Suddenly, he pulled out this thick leather whip.
He turned around, and as he did, he lashed it out at me. I could feel it hitting my wrist, and the stinging pain was so incredible. Well, I had always been a fighter from a long time back, and I attacked him with my nails out. I have long nails, and have always tried to keep them hard.
I scratched him, and although he seemed to smile, he got madder.
"Fighting dirty, you fucking bitch," he screamed at me, and then he shoved me back against the bed.
I landed on my back, and he pounced on top of me. I could feel his body weight pressing down on me, and I could hardly breathe. He was pulling my arms up over my head, and before I knew what was happening, I could feel this leather binding getting tighter and tighter around each one of my wrists. When he pulled his hands away and I tried to pull free, I discovered that I was bound.
"Let me go, you bastard," I screamed, and he started to slide down my body.
As he did, he was ripping and tearing at my clothing. The blouse that he tore was one of my favorites, and he did such a number on it, that I could never wear it again.
"You want to know what I'm doing," he said, as he pulled off my skirt and moved his fingers to my naked pussy. "I'll tell you. It's dull with you, baby. It can get dull after a few years, and you never seemed to want to change.
"I knew what I wanted. I've wanted it for years. I love the leather. I love the smell of it and the look of it. I love to tie women up. Yeah, that's it bitch, so don't look shocked. I've been fucking someone else for the past few years, every Monday night, and she's been a bound bitch in heat. Not like you. I knew that you wouldn't ever be able to get yourself into it."
"But why did you have to do it?" I asked, and I was in tears.
"I told you, baby. It's one sure way to fight boredom. Sex shouldn't be boring, and I don't blame you for making it that way. Maybe it was your fault as much as mine. We should have fucked before we were married. You should have fucked other guys, and you probably would know more now, if you did."
He started to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I could feel my whole body starting to get hot. I didn't understand it. I didn't like the idea of being tied up with those leather straps, or so I thought at the time.
Al stripped off all his clothing, and he was like a big, hairy hulk as he stood up on his knees over me. He straddled my chest, soon, and I could feel the hair on buttocks rubbing over me. He started to rub his cock against my mouth, and although I didn't want to service him, he forced himself on me.
I felt his ass crushing my tits as he started to fuck my face hard.
As he did, he reached for the whip. He started to rub the thick whip handle near my pussy lips, and I could feel my cunt getting wetter and wetter as he did. When my pussy lips slid wide open, he moved the whip handle into my cunt.
I couldn't believe it. The leather in my pussy felt so sensational that I started to come in less than a few seconds. Al was thrusting his dick faster and faster, and although I had thought that I might gag on it earlier, I knew then that I was going to love it. I couldn't wait for him to start shooting off in my throat, and when he did, I sucked all that come right out of him.
I kept my eyes open, and I saw the look of pleasure on his face. He started to turn the whip handle in my pussy, and that was a phenomenal feeling.
But then, I noticed something strange. Even though I was sucking Al's dick dry, he was still hard. It was the first time that had ever happened. As I mentioned earlier, he was the kind of man who could come once a night, and that was it, even if we weren't fucking every night like we did when we first got married.
On occasion, I would try to rouse his cock again, but it never happened.
Well, that time, he stayed hard. He pulled out of my mouth and started to slide down my body. Soon, he was sitting on my belly, pressing my cone-shaped tits together and fucking the cleavage between them. I couldn't believe the way that felt. I had never even though something like that could be erotic, but boy, was I ever wrong.
I felt his cock pulsating a number of times between my tits, and looking down at him, I could see his cock head each time he thrust it forward. I loved it when I saw those tiny drops of come at the tip of his cock, and he would always smear the drops all over my tits, moaning louder when he did it.
By the time he moved between my legs and was getting ready to mount me, I was already coming a second or a third time. I didn't know what it was. There was just something so nice about being tied, only because I was able to just lay back and let Al do all the work for me. I didn't have to do a thing.
I know that the leather was adding to my feelings, also. The smell of the leather around my wrists was getting stronger as I was sweating and making it wet, and when I inhaled deeply, he smiled at me.
"You love it, too, don't you?" he asked. "I've always thought that the smell of leather was a turn-on, and I'm right."
With those words, he thrust his cock deep into my pussy. I could feel my whole body exploding with sensation, and my pussy walls spread wide to take him in. He started to fuck me like a wild man.
I mean, I had never been fucked like that before. He was bucking his hips as he slammed his dick into me, and he was going faster than he had ever moved before. Usually, he liked to go slowly because of the fact that once he came, that was it. But somehow, he was able to go fast and also keep from coming so fast, too. Maybe it was because he had come once in my mouth, and it was taking him time to build his pleasures back up. I really don't know for sure.
All I know is that I started to come very hard, and when he reached for the whip again and started to lash it all over my tits, I thought that was nice, too. He wasn't whipping me hard at all. Instead, he was just hitting me lightly and then letting the leather whip slide across my breasts. When that happened, there was this nice tingling feeling that went along with it and made the whole experience more erotic.
I'm telling you all this now, doctor, but you can believe that at the time, I wasn't thinking about it. True, I was reacting physically, and I was loving the way I was reacting, but I was also outraged at his treatment of me.
Well, when he started to come, I let him know how outraged I was. It didn't matter to me that I had come about five times, or even that I had loved everything. What mattered was the fact that he had been cheating on me for the past few years.
I screamed at him when he untied me, telling him how I felt, and how hurt I was.
Then I walked out on him. That was when I decided to go visit my sister, Leila, who was living in Pennsylvania. I hadn't seen her in a long time, and when I told her all about what had happened, she seemed to think it was nice.
She was the one who made me start questioning myself, to see if perhaps it could have been partly my fault. She was the one who told me that I was dressing rather frumpy, and that that probably had a lot to do with it.
"Plus, if he was always into leather and thought that you couldn't get into it, he was just cheating to try it out," Leila said. "He didn't think he could do it on you and he needed someone to do it to. Maybe if you could learn how to get into it, he might be willing to do it with you on Mondays."
I agreed with the frumpy look that she was talking about, but I didn't agree with my fetish for leather until that night, when I was lying in her guest bed. I kept thinking about how much I had gotten off, and how it had been the best sexual night of my life. I knew that I was going to have to go back to him.
Al told me where his fetish stemmed from, and it made me forgive him even more when I learned about how his mother would whip him when he was younger.
He told me that he thought he took it on as a defense, getting pleasure from the whipping and all, I mean. He said that his mother was a drunk, and when she got mad at him and whipped him, it hurt so much, that he had to try and find some kind of pleasure in it. When he got into sex, he forgot all about it.
But later, he told me, as our sex life got worse for him, he started to think about the leather and the whipping more and more.
Well, I forgave him, and now he comes home every Monday night so that he can try out his fetish on me. I'll admit that it's added a hell of a lot to our sex life, and he can come more than once on nights like that.
However, I tend to think that maybe there might be something wrong with me, especially when he ties me up and I get so excited. After all, I didn't have a mother who whipped me and made me get into something like that, so I don't know why I like it. But I can't lie, and I have to admit that I really do.
CONCLUSION
As far as I was concerned, it was quite easy to understand why Loretta found herself involved in the leather/bondage fetish, and why she even got excited about it.
I think that it all stems from her original feelings about sex, and how she felt that she had to really love a man before going all the way with him. Her love for Al never changed over the years. Although she admits to being hurt when she discovered that he had been cheating on her for the last few years, it was a hurt, and not an anger! She seemed to want to do anything to get him back.
Since Al does have this fetish, and it is what he wants, and since Loretta will do almost anything to please the man that she is with, it seems natural for her to learn to love the leather game.
I feel that as long as she knows she is satisfying Al by doing what he wants, and as long as he shows her a great deal of love and affection while he is doing it, she will continue to enjoy the leather scene.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Helen D. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Helen came to see me she was wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of low-cut tight jeans. I could tell that she had a nice figure, that would develop even more as the years went on. Her breasts at the time were rounded and full, but still seemed to have that girlish look, rather than the womanly beauty of someone a little older.
Helen, too, has a girlish look about her, with her short straight black hair, and her deep set dark eyes. She has a perky little nose, and a rather small mouth. However, when she smiles, her entire face lights up, making her look rather sensual.
I was somewhat surprised at Helen's overall attitude in coming to see me, for when she first walked in, she seemed happy, and eager to talk. But when it came down to the actual interview, where I expected her to just say anything that she wanted, she seemed a little less eager to talk about what she had come for.
However, with a little urging, she was soon talking.
I'm very embarrassed about this fetish that I developed. God, I can't believe that I even said that. I mean, using the word 'fetish.' I probably never would have even known that word had it not been for Jerry.
When Jerry tried to make it with me, I just kind of clammed up, like I did with all the other guys who tried something. But Jerry wanted to probe deeper into my psyche, so he said, because he wanted to know why I wasn't acting like any other normal girl who would be hot for a cock. Once he heard my story, he seemed to know just what to do, and soon he had me tied and spread, and he was rubbing the leather all over my body.
Just that was enough to make me come over and over again. I mean, I really love the feeling of leather. When my nipples aren't stiff, all I have to do is rub a piece of leather over them and they just perk right up.
Now I think I should tell you the story that I told Jerry, because it seemed to make him understand just where I was at, so I'm sure it will do the same thing for you. Anyway, you're a doctor, so you know a lot more than he does. He was really just guessing and he turned out to be right.
I remember the first time I was tied with leather, and it happened a lot after that. The first time was really just a joking time. You see, I had an older sister. She was five years older than me, and when my parents would go out, she would always have to babysit for me.
I know that she hated it, and I don't blame her. I would have hated being stuck inside with a brat like me, especially when she could have been outside. My sister was quite popular with the guys, and I know that many times when she had to babysit for me, she had to break a date first.
Well, the first time she ever tied me up was when I was seven and she was twelve. My folks had gone out for the evening, and she was trying to watch television. I was just fooling around, and bothering her a lot.
Finally she said, "Helen, would you like to play a game?"
"Sure," I told her. I loved playing games, and since I really liked my sister a lot, I was always into playing whatever she wanted.
"We're going to play cowboys and Indians," she said to me. "I'm going to be the cowboy, and I've caught you, okay?"
"Sure," I said, and I was laughing the whole time, wondering what the hell we were going to do, exactly.
She went to my father's room for a few minutes and came back with some of his belts. She told me to undress, commanding me the way she would if she was a cowboy. She kept saying things about having to teach us Indians the way of the West.
Well, as soon as I was undressed, she pushed me down on the floor. She pushed me on my stomach, and then I felt her pulling my hands behind my back. Soon, she was looking the belt around and through my wrists, and when she pulled her hands away and I tried to get free, I discovered that I couldn't.
It was incredible. She rolled me over on my back and then started to tie my legs together with another belt. Once that was done, she hovered over me. She picked up a third belt and started to whip me lightly.
At the time, I was too young to feel anything sexual, but I know that her doing it to me at such a young age had a lot to do with my feelings later on in life. She whipped my small nipples, and that felt kind of nice.
Well, after a while, she started to watch television again, and she just left me there, telling me that she would untie me later. I knew then that she had tied me up just to keep me out of her way, and no matter how much I protested, there was no way out.
I lay there naked, and bound with leather belts, and I was just trying to think of some of the advantages to being in that position. Of course, I doubt that there were any, and I can't even remember what I thought of then. All I know is that after the first half an hour, I didn't mind being tied up too much any more. In fact, I was beginning to like the way the leather felt around my wrists.
Things like that started to happen more and more frequently. My sister seemed to realize how good it was for her when I was tied up because she didn't have to do a thing when it came to watching me.
Now as I said, she was older than me, and of course, that meant she started to fuck around a long time before I did. The first time I ever saw anyone fucking was when I was tied up, and she was the cunt in question.
I'm saying that with the utmost pride now, I should add. I really love my sister and I don't blame her for anything that happened to me. I mean, what the fuck? So I have a fetish and I like it. Big fucking deal. There's nothing to prove that I wouldn't have gotten into it anyway if she hadn't started it. I mean, I'm sure that I got into it because of her, but I've always loved leather anyway.
Well, when she was sixteen and I was eleven, she had a boy over one night. My parents had gone to a wedding upstate, and they were going to be staying at my aunt's house overnight. When Lyle came over, I started telling my sister that she'd better not do anything with him.
Then she started to ask me if I wanted to play a game again. It didn't take her long to have me stripped and tied, right there in the living room where Lyle could see every single inch of my naked body.
I guess I was embarrassed a little bit, because I did know him, and my pussy was bared so he could see it. I didn't even have any pubic hair then, or any tits. I could have been a naked boy without a cock for all he knew.
And anyway, he was more interested in my sister Pam, who was much more developed than I was. Pam started to kiss him hard on the lips, and soon they were going at each other. She opened his shirt and started to suck on his nipples, and I saw the way he moaned when she did that.
I think that he was a little embarrassed when Pam pulled down his pants and started to suck on his cock. I noticed how he would look over at me every so often, and then back down at his cock. I had my eyes on his piece of meat, too, mainly because it was the first one that I had ever laid eyes on.
His cock was thick and proud, and I loved the way it stood straight out of his body. Pam was really going crazy over it. She sucked him good and hard, and when she started to squeeze his balls, he moaned a lot.
He pulled his cock back from her mouth as he started to come, and I saw a man's first orgasm that night. I started to pull on my bonds as he was coming, thinking that I would have loved to touch his dick as he was shooting. The leather still felt nice around my wrists even though it was cutting into them.
I watched his cream shoot all over her face, and she seemed to be loving it. She was tugging on his balls the entire time, and when he shot out the last of his load, she sucked his dick back between her lips and started to suck him completely dry. She moved her hand to her face and was pushing his come into her mouth with her fingers. Meanwhile, he was" starting to open her blouse buttons.
I hadn't seen Pam naked in a long time, and I was quite amazed at the fullness of her tits. As a matter-of-fact, her tits were the same size as mine are now, and they really were a beautiful set. She had dark brown nipples which were very thick, and the more Lyle pulled on them, the stiffer they got.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth then and started to go down on her. I watched him strip her of her pants and panties, so gracefully, then move his mouth between her legs and start to suck her pussy.
When I saw that happening, I felt the first pleasure spasm of my life. I could feel a nice, wet tingling in my pussy, and I couldn't do anything but rub my legs together. In doing that, I could feel the tight leather belt around my ankles, too. They did feel kind of nice, I remember.
Lyle kept sucking her pussy harder and harder, and soon she was thrusting it up and down against his face. I heard her moaning loud, and he started to moan just as loud as he sucked her dry.
When he had finished eating her and pulled his head up, I saw her juices dripping down his chin. I couldn't help but laugh.
He stood up and started walking toward me. His cock was semi-hard by that time, sticking out a little bit. I watched the way it bounced up and down.
"What are you laughing at, you little squirt?" he asked me.
Then, he started to hit my leg with his limp cock. I couldn't believe it. It was like he was using that dick of his as a whip, and the more he hit me, the harder he got. He did move his cock close to my hairless pussy, but he never even made an attempt to enter me. He was just slapping me with his cock for fun.
My sister was laughing the whole time, and when he was fully hard, she stopped. She reached for his cock and turned him around, then lay back on the couch where I would have a more than perfect view of them.
"Oh fuck me, Lyle," she said. "Make it a good long fuck. Let's show my little sister just what fucking is all about."
She pulled him closer and closer, and soon his cock head was rubbing aginst her cunt lips, and even sooner, he was between them. He entered her with one, good long thrust, and I could hear the sound of his groin slapping against her thighs. He started to fuck her good and hard after that.
I watched the way he would change his thrusting rate. There were times when he would be working his way in and out of her very fast, and other times when he would slow down and seem to grind his cock around in her pussy more than thrusting it.
I noticed how stiff her nipples were, and he did, too. He would pinch them every so often, and she would moan louder than she was moaning already. At times, he would also move his mouth down to one of her nipples and suck it right between his lips. He would flick it back and forth with his tongue, and I could actually see him doing it.
Now I didn't know what an orgasm involved at the time. I mean, I could see it happening, but I didn't know what the physical feeling felt like. That is something, I'm convinced, that no one can ever know unless he or she experiences it for himself or herself. You really just can't tell a person what it's like.
That's why I really couldn't tell you if I had an orgasm as I watched. If I had had any before that time, I would have been able to compare it and I would have known for sure. But that was the first time I ever felt any sexual tingling in my pussy.
I kept rubbing my legs together, too, as I watched him sliding his thick cock in and out of her cunt. I noticed how it would look wetter each time he pulled it back, and I started to realize that the wet gleaming liquid on his cock was from her pussy.
All I know is that when he started to come inside of her, and I knew that he was coming because he actually screamed out that he was, I felt the pleasure in my pussy at a higher state than it had been the whole night.
But now that I think about it, it wasn't a full orgasm. I guess it was just an indication of what was to come, and the many things that my body would be able to do.
As he came in my sister, she was moaning like crazy. She kept thrusting her hips up and down to keep him moving, and I know that she came, too.
They lay side by side when it was over, stroking and fondling, and they didn't pay any attention to me. I didn't really care. I mean, by that time, I was quite content in my bound position, and I was still enjoying watching them.
Lyle was the one who untied me about an hour later, and by that time, his cock was getting hard again. He told me that I had to go to sleep because it was past my bed time, and then he patted me on the ass and sent me on my way.
I didn't go to sleep, although they thought that I did. You see, I knew that they were going to fuck again, and I was very curious to watch. I stood by the stairs as he started to fuck her from behind, and although it seemed to be nice, I didn't feel the same way I had felt when I had been tied up.
At the time, I told myself that the reason I wasn't feeling the same was because I wasn't as close as I had been before. The first time I could smell the scent of their sex, that was how close I was. But the second time, I was watching from afar, and that was the reason, I told myself. I didn't even think about the leather belts.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Helen came to see me, she was wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt, and she looked much more womanly than she had the last time. I could make out the full curve of her breasts even more than I could the first time.
This second time, she was wearing make-up also, and I had to compliment her on her application. It was only upon close scrutiny that I noticed the make-up, after about a half an hour of wondering why she looked so beautiful this second time.
She knew just how to highlight her features to her best advantage. And, as opposed to the first time she came to see me where she needed prodding to talk, she was quite eager to talk this time, and started on her own.
I guess the reason I'm so eager to talk now is because you know about my past. No one except my sister has ever heard about it, and now that you know about it, I feel that it's so much easier for me to tell you about my present. I mean, there were times when I was ashamed of what I was into, but you didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with what my sister did to me.
I didn't think that there was, either, at the time. I used to always think that it was a game when she would babysit for me and tie me up, and even though she and Lyle did fuck in front of me that one time, I never thought it was going to have any effect on my own developing sexual attitudes.
But you can bet your ass that it did, and you'd be a winner. Of course, it took me quite a while to discover why I reacted the way I did.
It also took quite a number of different boys before I found one who was able to turn me on the way I needed it. Most of the others didn't even bother to try and figure out what I needed, and when I told some, they thought it was sick.
Seth was the first boy I ever did anything sexual was. He was a cute guy with curly brown hair. I was fourteen at the time, and he was sixteen. He came over to my house on afternoon when no one was home, and we ended up in my bedroom. He started to kiss me really tenderly, and when I felt my cunt getting wet, I knew that I would want him.
He sucked on my tits for a while, and then, he started to rub his cock against my pussy. He felt how wet I was, and as he was just about to enter me, I clammed up. I don't know why, but it was as if my cunt lips were glued together. I just couldn't let him enter me. He suggested that he suck my cunt for a while.
I was willing to let him do that, and as he moved his mouth down to my pussy and started to run his tongue through my thick black pussy patch, I pulled his dick over to my mouth and started to suck on it.
I loved the way it fit in my mouth. It wasn't that long, so I didn't have to worry about taking it down my throat. It was nice and thick though, and I did have to open my mouth pretty wide to take it in.
When Seth started to suck on my pussy, hard, making me come over and over, I thought that I would suck on his cock, even harder. After a few moments, I felt him starting to pulsate in my mouth, and he began to thrust. Well, after only "a few more seconds, I could feel his come pumping away in my mouth.
He shot off in thick wads, and I wasn't at all sure if I was going to swallow it or not. In the end, I did, and I loved the taste.
Seth was quite content with his one orgasm, and he told me to forget about the fucking. I thought that my clamming up cunt had a lot more to do with his not wanting to fuck me than his one orgasm did. After all, I knew that if a guy waited he could easily get it up again, but Seth didn't seem to care about waiting.
I didn't see him again. The boy who finally broke my cherry was named Rich, and he had short red hair and a sleek body. He took me to his cousin's apartment when I was fifteen. He had some marijuana and some wine, and after we were both pretty relaxed, he started to make sexual advances.
I let him do all the work. He stripped me and started to eat me. Then, as he kissed his way up my body, I could feel him rubbing his cock against my leg. When I felt the head of his dick on my thigh, I knew that he was going to enter me very soon. I started to moan as he slid that dick into me.
Luckily, for me, I didn't have a hymen, otherwise there would have been a great deal of pain for me. But as it was, there wasn't that much pleasure either. I mean, I had anticipated a great deal of pleasure, and my pussy was spasming hard before he even entered me. I thought that his fucking me was going to be the greatest thing of my life. Really. I wanted it so bad by the time he was getting ready to enter me.
And then, once he was in, it was just okay. I guess I should be honest and say that I was truly disappointed, just because it was only okay. I had expected to see stars exploding and an outburst of colors, and all kinds of shit like that. But all I ended up seeing was Rich's face, with a contented smile.
True, his cock felt nice in my cunt, and I did come, mildly. He was making my clit wiggle back and forth fast, rubbing along the entire length of his cock.
I did come, too, and when he started to come inside of me, I felt really nice. I was happy to have made him come, although I know I would have been happier had it been better for me, too. I know I would.
When I left the apartment that night, I was very much confused. When I was getting undressed to go to bed, I suddenly felt this incredible tingling in my cunt. It bothered me, and I wished that I would have felt it when I was with Rich.
I lay down on my bed and started to masturbate myself, and when I closed my eyes and started to think, ""I saw images of myself strapped down to my bed, and a man lying on top of me plunging his cock in and out of my pussy.
Of course, the only thing in my cunt was my fingers, but I was coming good and hard. I was a little upset about one thing, though, doctor. I was coming harder than I had come when I was with Richard. I thought that there was definitely something wrong, because I should have come harder with someone else.
If I had asked my sister about it back then, maybe we could have figured out what was going on. But I was too upset about it to talk with anyone.
It took another two years before I met someone who really knew how to turn me on. I did fuck a number of guys during the two years, and each time I did, I would usually be depressed when I got home because it wasn't what I really wanted.
I met Jerry at my cousin's party. He was a friend of her brother's. He was nineteen, with short brown hair and a cute face. He seemed to take an instant liking to me, and when the party was over, he offered to drive me home. We ended up going to a parking lot and making it with each other there. I loved the way his thick dick felt inside of me, but still, it was like all the others up until that point.
After he pulled out of me, after shooting his thick load, of course, he sensed that I hadn't been truly satisfied, although he didn't come right out and ask me. Instead, we just kind of talked. It was during that time that Jerry asked me to remember certain things that were my earliest recollection of sex.
It was easy for me. I told him about my sister and how she and Lyle had fucked each other while I was tied up with the belts. He thought that was odd, but I told him that my sister had been tying me up since I was seven, and she was my babysitter.
Jerry didn't say anything to me. He drove me home, and asked me if I would go out with him the next day. I said I wasn't sure. You see, since I had fucked him and hadn't felt the magic that I wanted to feel, the magic that I knew should have been there when you fucked someone, I didn't really think I wanted to see him again.
He was very convincing, and very honest with me, too.
"Look," he said, "I know that I might not have turned you on as much as you wanted me to, but forget about it for now. Just look forward to tomorrow, because tomorrow I am going to turn you on like never before."
I agreed to go out with him. He borrowed his friend's apartment, and after we went to an early movie, we went over there. Jerry had brought a bottle of wine for the place, and we were pretty high after a while.
He stood up and started to walk toward the bedroom. He told me to give him a minute to get ready, which I thought was odd. It took about five minutes before he called me into the bedroom, and was I ever shocked to see him.
He was standing there naked, except for a leather jock strap. I could see his cock bulging inside of it, and it looked huge.
Before I even had a chance to say anything, he pushed me back on the bed. He started to pull off my clothing, and you can bet that I didn't try to fight him. After he had my blouse and bra off, he pulled my hands up over my head. I didn't feel the leather straps around them until they were bound tightly.
By that time, it was too late to do anything to get free. He slid down my legs, pulling my skirt down at the same time.
As he moved his mouth to my pussy and started to lick, I couldn't get over the way I was coming. My pussy had never felt like that before with anyone, and I could feel myself spasming over and over again.
My juices were flowing steadily, too, and he kept sucking at them. He must have swallowed at least ten mouthfuls of cunt cream.
After he had made me come from his eating me, he slid up my body. He started to nibble on my tits and kiss my neck. However, the best part about it was the leather jock strap. I could feel him humping his groin against my pussy lips, and the smooth leather that he had on was making me hotter than hell. I started to thrust my pussy up against his jock, just to keep the rubbing action going.
After a while, I could feel a piece of his cock. You see, he had swelled up so much, that his cock head was sticking out of the jock. I felt that rubbing against my flesh, but the leather was the greatest feeling.
Jerry waited the longest time before entering me, and, as he told me later, he did it all to build up my anticipations. He said that he knew the longer he waited, the more I would love it when it finally happened, and boy, was he ever right. He did eventually thrust that fabulous dick right up my cunt.
My pussy started to spasm so hard as I came, that I didn't think he would be able to hold back from coming for very long. Was I ever wrong, thank God. He just rested deep in my pussy and let my spasms bring his cock pleasure, and it wasn't until my spasms had subsided that he started to thrust again.
He knew just what he was doing, from the second he tied me up, to the moment he entered me. He was still wearing the jock strap, although it was pulled down below his cock and balls so he could use them.
So each time he thrust in, and kept himself in deep, I could feel the leather jock strap rubbing up against my thigh. I loved it, and I know that had a lot to do with making me come as hard as I did.
When Jerry was about to come, he moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard. I started to suck on his tongue hard as he flicked it in and out of my mouth, and then, I felt his come shooting deep up my cunt.
It was so warm and soothing, that I started to come again, too. I kept moving my hips for the both of us, because he seemed to want to just relax inside of me as he came, and I wanted the friction from the movement to keep working on me.
I wished, at that moment, that I could have wrapped my arms around his back and hugged him tightly, but of course, since I was tied, I just couldn't.
Even after he had come, and he started to tell me just how he had figured out what would turn me on, he was rubbing his limp cock against my mouth. I loved the way it tasted, and sucked it eagerly.
I knew that he wasn't going to untie me for a long while, and I decided that I was just going to go along with everything.
Well, I've been seeing Jerry now for over a year, and he never fails to amaze me. He ties me up all the time, with something made of leather, and it never fails to make me hot as a firecracker. He always makes sure to wear something made of leather, too, because he knows that's what turns me on.
The other night we went to see a movie, and he was wearing his leather boots. I was wearing a skirt, and as we watched the movie, I felt him rubbing his foot against my leg. When I felt that leather boot, I started to come in my panties. He knew it, too because I tried to cover my mouth to keep from moaning.
Sometimes I ask myself why I love leather so much, but usually, when I do, it's because I'm feeling bad about it. So I don't do that too often. Jerry just tells me, all the time, that if it turns me on, I shouldn't ask any questions about it, but rather, just play along with the feelings.
So I do. And once I start playing, I usually can go for hours.
CONCLUSION
Helen's last statement seems to sum up the entire leather/bondage fetish for her. It is just a game for her, and she loves to play it.
Originally, her bout with leather and bondage started as a game when her sister wanted to tie her up to really just keep her out of her hair while she babysat. But there was something about the smooth texture of leather that turned Helen on even then.
It took her a while to discover just what was 'wrong' with her, as she puts it, and in the end, I think she learned that there is nothing wrong. The reason her orgasms were more intense when she would masturbate was because deep down, she wanted to be tied up like she had been when she was younger.
Jerry was smart enough to realize what was going on inside of her mind after she told him about the game she would play, and he loved her enough to want to risk trying what he did. For he was taking a risk. Had he been wrong, Helen probably never would have wanted to see him again. Fortunately for Jerry, and for Helen, his risk paid off, and now they are happy.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Diana R. AGE: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Diana is a cute girl with straight brown hair and a clean, lovely complexion. When she came to see me she was wearing a motorcycle outfit, and that gave me a great deal of immediate insight into her character.
She wore a denim blouse, but over it was a black leather vest. She also wore a pair of tight black leather pants and black boots.
I could see every curve of her body, and although she didn't have such large breasts, they seemed a good size for a girl with her frame. Plus, her rounded, curved buttocks were definitely a sight to behold.
I know how I got into leather, and it's one of the easiest things for me to explain. I mean, all the memories are so vivid in my mind, and the only thing that I never really understood is how I got into being tied up. That, I'm sure, just happened. It was a variation on a theme, so to speak.
My first memory of ever being close to someone with leather and being turned on was when my brother turned eighteen and my parents bought him a motorcycle for his birthday. I know that they hated giving it to him, but it was what he really wanted.
My mother almost had a heart attack when my brother got into his biker outfit, which included this same leather vest I'm wearing, and a pair of pants. She got even more freaked out when he asked me, only eleven at the time, too, if I wanted to be the first one to go on a ride with him.
I couldn't have been happier. He had an extra helmet, which my mother made sure I strapped on tightly. She even stood by us as he revved up the engine, to make sure that I was holding onto him tight enough. She kept telling me that she had visions of me falling off behind him and hurting myself.
God, her visions were all off, because it was the most important day of my life. And I didn't fall off. In fact, I held on tight.
I wasn't really aware of why I was holding on so tightly at the beginning. All I remember is keeping my arms wrapped around his waist, and his starting to move. I felt myself bouncing up and down behind him, and pulled myself closer so that I was pressed against his back.
I smelled the leather of his vest then, and the odor was incredible. My nose was kind of buried in his vest, and I just kept inhaling. The reason was, I could feel my pussy starting to tingle a great deal.
Now up until that time, I had never even played with myself. I had felt strange, but pleasant sensations in my pussy, but I had never done anything about them. When I felt the tingling in my cunt, I kept pressing myself closer and closer to my brother. My crotch was buried against his ass at the time.
Perhaps the movement of the bike had something to do with my tingling, too. I could feel the bike vibrating underneath me, and my pussy was feeling fine.
Plus, there was another thing which I was thinking about at the time. I had always had a crush on my brother, and I had seen him naked a number of times. Once, a few weeks before his birthday, I had seen him jerking off.
I hadn't stayed and watched too long, but I had gotten a good look at that dick of his.
I knew just what he looked like, and when I thought about it, I tingled.
But that time on the bike was too incredible to be believed. He started to go faster and faster, and I could see how he was almost jumping up and down on the bike, too. He was truly excited with what was happening.
As he moved up and down, my hand brushed over his crotch, and that was when I felt how hard he was. It surprised me, but also, it reassured me. I had thought that maybe there was something fucked up inside of me that was making me get hot over a ride on a bike and a sniff of some leather, but when I felt his hard-on, a sure sign indicating how hot he was getting, I knew that there was nothing wrong with the way I felt.
I didn't rub his cock, although I wanted to. I just kept thrusting my cunt up against his ass, and I started to come in my panties. Luckily, they were made of a thick cotton and they absorbed all the come. Otherwise, I know that I probably would have leaked right through my pants and he would have known what was happening.
We went for the longest ride, and as soon as we got back, I saw my mother crying tears of joy. She had really thought she'd never see us again.
Well, I had no time to let her cry on my shoulder. I told her that I had to go to the bathroom and started to run upstairs. As soon as I was in there, I locked the door and pulled my pants and panties down. I could see the huge wet stain on my panties, but didn't hesitate for too long.
I started to play with my pussy. I slid my fingers in and out of my cunt, thinking about the scent of the leather the entire time. I could feel my clit getting stiffer and stiffer by the second, and soon, I was coming all over my fingers.
But that wasn't enough, doctor. I just had to keep playing with myself. I must have worked myself over good, because I stepped out of the bathroom an hour later, and three orgasms had passed me by.
My mother was sure that there was something wrong with me, but I told her that I just had a bad case of the runs, and was afraid to leave the toilet.
Well, that night, something else happened. I was passing my brother's room to get a drink of water when I heard him moaning softly. I pushed his door open slowly, and there he was, lying on his bed with nothing on but his leather vest. His huge dick was in his hand and he was pumping away at it.
I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. He heard me enter and looked up, a little shocked. But the shock left his face when he saw that it was me, and not my mother, who he had thought it was.
"Did the leather turn you on as much as it turned me on?" he asked me.
"Yes," I told him. "I couldn't believe how sensational it felt. I ran to the bathroom and masturbated, too."
"I wondered why you were in there so long," he said. "If you had come out any earlier, I would have gone in and followed your act. As it was, I had to stay with mom and keep telling her that the bike was okay and there would be no accidents."
I looked at the way his balls were kind of bouncing up and down as he continued to jerk his dick, and I reached over to touch them.
My brother moaned and pulled his hand away in time to let me jerk his cock. I loved the power that I felt in his shaft, and each time the blood started to pulse, I thought that he was going to come right then and there.
It took a little while longer, but soon, the come was bubbling out of his cock head. It ran down his shaft, and all over my hands, reminding me in some ways of lava and the way it runs down the mountain after bursting from a volcano.
My brother seemed to be so helpless as he was coming in my hand, and I know that I didn't like that. You see, for me, his cock was a sign of an incredible male power, and I wanted him to sustain that power always.
But as he was coming, he was like putty in my hands. I probably could have stuck a knife in his belly and he never would have known until after the orgasm was over. He had his eyes closed and just moaned softly.
Maybe that's why I got into being tied up, doctor. I never really thought about it before, but then again, I never really thought about my feelings with my brother until just now. I mean, I thought about it then, but never put two and two together.
I like my man to be a man. Real macho, if you know what I mean! I think that any girl who is into the leather scene at all, the way I am, is into it because of the kind of power and masculinity that leather seems to represent in our society.
Well, my brother just came like a baby, and most of the guys that I was with as I grew older were the same way. They were real macho men while they were fucking me, but when it came to the moment of truth when the come spurted out, they were babies.
Dirk is not like that at all, which is why he turns me on so much. He was the one who first decided to tie me up, when I was nineteen, and I've been letting him do it ever since....
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Diana came to see me, she was wearing the same kind of leather outfit that she had been wearing the day before. She walked right to my window and sat near the ledge, looking out every so often during her visit.
Of course, this aroused my curiosity, and after she left, I went to see what she was looking at. Her motorcycle was parked downstairs, and although I know very little about those machines, I was very impressed with the fine-looking bike that she had.
I could see a sense of pride in her as she hopped on it and sped away. Of course, most of my feelings also stemmed from her interesting session which preceded my watching her zooming departure.
I got my own bike when I was eighteen, and my mother hardly saw me after that. I loved zooming down the strip with my friends, who. were all guys. Now you might think that was strange for a girl to have all male friends, but personally, girls bored me.
As I was growing up, too, all the men that I was involved with were bikers. When I was fifteen, I lost my virginity to this guy. He was a rather scuzzy looking guy as far as I was concerned, and he always had bristly stubbles all over his face. They hurt when he would kiss me as he was fucking me.
But at the time, I didn't mind. For all that I cared about was the feeling of his leather vest pressing against my tits while he was fucking me. The leather would make my nipples stand up on end, and I would always get hot.
But Dirk was really my first, and thus far, only true love.
I met him when I was eighteen, on the strip, a few days after getting my own bike. He zoomed up beside me and asked me if I wanted to have a rag race with him. He looked so stunning on his bike. He had light blond hair which blew in the wind, and he was a golden brown color from the sun.
He wore only a vest and pants, and I could see his hairy chest. I agreed to the race, and he beat the pants off of me.
We went to eat and started talking, and then, he came on strong. We went back to his pad and snorted a little cocaine. He undressed, save for the vest, then started to rub his cock against my pussy lips. I loved the fact that he had blond hair around his dick, and it contrasted so well with my black pussy hair.
When he entered me, it was really sensational. His cock was so thick that he stretched my pussy really wide, and made fantastic contact with my clit. I started to moan the second he was inside of me, and he kept up his thrusting for the longest time before he started to come inside of me.
When he did, I noticed that same look on his face that I had seen on all my men. It was as if they were controlled by their cocks, and nothing else. It was as if they were weak because of it, too.
But Dirk was a little better than most of them. He looked like he was really getting off on my getting off, and that was far fucking out with me.
We started seeing each other all the time, and we would drive all around California. My mother hated the life I got myself into, but fuck her. I was, and still am, having the greatest time of my life.
I mean, Dirk and I saw things, and we fucked all over. One time I remember the most was by a freshwater pond. It was outrageous.
Well, one day, we were riding along together. I was behind him, and I kept playing with his cock through his pants, and also, I was rubbing my pussy against his ass.
"You know," I said to him, "I wish I could find the kind of man I'm looking for. I mean, a real fucking man. Know what I mean?"
"No," he said to me. "What the hell are you talking about, bitch? Aren't I man enough for you, or what?"
"You're man enough for me," I said. "But, like any guy I've ever been with, when you come close to coming, you're a fucking pansy. I bet I could do anything I wanted to do to you while you were coming, and you'd be such a slave to your cock, that you wouldn't even know it until you were finished coming."
Suddenly, he veered off the road behind a large billboard. He stopped his bike and hopped off it. Then he told me that he accepted my challenge.
Now I hadn't meant it as any kind of challenge, but when he pulled his cock out of his leather pants, I was more than willing to get down and suck it. I wasn't going to do anything really bad to him. I kept sucking him, and when I knew he was ready to come, and a slave to his cock like I had said, I pushed him backwards.
He landed flat on his ass, and looked at me like he didn't know what had hit him.
His cock was still hard, and he hadn't come. When he realized that I had been right, he was suddenly furious. He stood up and walked over to me. As he did, he was pulling his belt out of his pants.
Suddenly, he pushed me face forward, over the smooth leather seat of his bike. He grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. Soon, he had them tied together tightly with the thick leather belt.
Then he started to undress me as well as he could. He pulled my blouse open and pulled my pants and panties down. When I felt my tits rubbing over the leather seat, I was starting to come already.
He positioned himself behind me and thrust his huge dick into my cunt. He forced me forward so that my pussy was now rubbing against the seat of his bike, and my tits were hanging over, down the side.
I couldn't believe it. I was completely helpless, and I was loving it.
I don't think the fact that I was helpless was turning me on as much as the fact that he had complete and total power. I knew that even when he was going to start to come, he would still have more power over me than he would have had I not been tied.
True, the orgasm was going to still be the same for him, with that same kind of sexual weakness setting in when he was to reach the peak of his orgasm, but the fact that I was tied made me weaker then him at all times.
God, I loved it. He was sweating so much, and it was such a hot day, that I could smell leather all over. The seat that my pussy was rubbing against was soon so slippery, from a combination of my pussy cream and my sweat.
Each time Dirk thrust his dick deep into my cunt, I could feel his sweaty pubic patch rubbing against my ass. I loved it so much.
When I felt his cock starting to pulsate in my cunt, and then heard him moaning, I was moving my lips in silent prayer, hoping that he wouldn't come right away. It was the most sensational fuck; the kind of thing that you would love to go on forever. However, Dirk was already past the point of no return, and as his cock started to shoot off cream into my pussy, I was coming like crazy, too.
For me, that time, it was a total body orgasm. I had experience pure cunt orgasms before then, where you feel it mainly in your cunt, and sometimes all over your body, with the full knowledge that it's always stemming from your pussy no matter what.
But with that fuck, I wasn't at all sure. It seemed to be coming from all over, and when he had finished shooting off in me, he rested on top of me for a while.
As he untied me, I rolled over and moaned unhappily.
"Now what the fuck is wrong, you bitch?" he asked, with a smile on his face.
"Dirk, I wanted that fuck to go on forever. It was that kind of screw. Your cock felt so sensational inside of me, and now it's all over."
"Bullshit, baby," he said. "As long as I have you, you have me, and we have our bikes, it's going to go on and on."
And he was right. Because we've been fucking all over the place now. We sometimes just take one bike, which is always better because we can touch and stroke each other, but even when we take two, the combination of the leather smell and the heat of the sun makes us both horny enough to pull over behind a billboard and do it. He always ties me, too, and I feel better for it.
So if you ever see the wheels of some motorcycle behind a billboard, doc, pull over and have a look. You might find me there, with Dirk.
CONCLUSION
I felt that there was really nothing that I had to say to Diana. She struck me as being a fantastic girl who really has her stuff together. She knows just where her fetish stemmed from, and seems to know just how to deal with it. She was bright enough to understand what she was looking for in a man, and how she could make the man more dominant over her at all times, including those moments of orgasm when some men weaken.
The only thing I had to warn her about was having sex in public. I just gave her some friendly advice and told her to watch out for the police, because she and Dirk could easily get arrested for what they're doing.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Linda H. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Linda is a cute girl with straight brown hair and freckles. She has that distinct mid-Western look in her face, and when she spoke with her slight accent, I knew that I was correct in making my pre-judgments about where she was raised.
However, she was not dressed like the farm girl she had once been. Instead, she was wearing a simple yellow dress. Her breasts are rather small, but Linda is not such a big girl to begin with, and therefore, I felt that her figure was perfect.
She was not at all hesitant about talking.
I was raised on a farm, and I always hated it there. I went to school, and everything, but the school was so far away from the farm, that after I was finished with a day's work at school, I would have to go home. We were also far from the town, so I didn't really have too many friends those first few years.
I was closest with my older brother. So close, in fact, that Dan was the first man to ever take me. Well, that expression, 'take me,' sounds like maybe he forced himself on me, but that wasn't how it was, believe me.
I wanted it as much as he wanted to give it to me.
It happened when I was fifteen, and of course, there were many circumstances leading up to it. First of all, we were in New York, visiting some relatives. I was glad to get away from the farm because I hated it.
Besides, I didn't really like my parents too much. I hated the way my mother always dominated my father. I thought that he should have slugged her or something.
Anyway, my brother got tickets to take me to see the circus. I was so thrilled about the whole thing, even though I was past that age where a circus should thrill a girl. I didn't care, though. I felt like I was five years old, screaming at all the acts as they went on, and buying popcorn and cotton candy.
But then, the thing that impressed me the most was the lion tamer. When he came out, I was in total awe of him. I saw those huge lions in their cage, and. the man had enough balls to step right in and start working them over.
Of course, he had that huge leather whip in his hand, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I noticed how the lions really feared that whip, and how much power the tamer had because he was holding it in his hand.
I think I even felt my first pussy spasm then. That's how much it impressed me.
When we got home, late that night, my relatives were sleeping. Dan and I started to talk about the circus, and I told him I loved the lion tamer the most. I told him what I thought about the power the man had with the whip.
I told him that I thought that the tamer was a real man, then started getting down on my father, who I thought was only half a man. My brother was shocked to hear me talk that way, but I explained how I thought mother was much stronger than he was, and how that wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
"Hey, look," he said, "the only reason you're saying all this now is because of the lion tamer. Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. All the lions are drugged before the man goes in there. They're too stoned to do anything to him anyway."
I was pissed at my brother for telling me that. I didn't know if it was true or not, and didn't really care. All that I cared about was the fact that that bastard had shattered all my illusions.
We were lying on my bed when I jokingly started to hit him, telling him how mad I was. We were soon rolling around on the bed.
That's when I felt the bulge that was growing in his pants. It wasn't hard to notice because his pants were tight. The more we wrestled, the harder it got, until finally, I moved my hand down between his legs and started to massage his cock through his pants.
He moaned, and in a matter of minutes, we were both naked.
I had seen him naked hundreds of times, but never hard. I had never thought of doing anything with him, but the moment I saw that dick of his, I had to have it. I moved my mouth down on it and started to suck him for all he was worth. He started thrusting his hips up and down, feeding me his cock.
At the same time, he pulled my pussy over his face, and soon, he was licking me pretty well, too. I could feel my whole body bursting with pleasure as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit.
When I started to come hard, my cream dripped down on his face. Then, I felt his cock start to spasm in my mouth, and I sucked harder. I could taste his cream shooting onto my tongue, and I loved the way it tasted. I savored the flavor of it on my tongue for a long time before swallowing it.
He told me how much he wanted to fuck me then, but since he had come, he lost his hard-on. I was willing to let him stick his cock up my cunt, and we lay there stroking each other for a while, waiting for him to get hard.
At one point, he reached over and pulled his belt out of his pants. He started to whip me on the back with it, telling me that he was the lion tamer and I was his lion. He told me that he wanted me to suck his cock back into a hard-on.
At first, I guess, I was repelled by the belt. I mean, I didn't think that I wanted him to start whipping me. However, the more he did it, the more turned on I got. I could feel my pussy spasming hard with each lash.
I moved my mouth to his cock and started to suck it hard. I loved being his lion, as long as he continued to play the part of the master and sustain it. When he started to get hard, he commanded me to lie back and spread my legs.
I'll never forget the first fuck of my life, but then again, I guess every girl remembers the first fuck of her life. You can only have one first, you know.
I was lying there thinking of the lion tamer. The tamer we had seen had sleek black hair and a thick moustache. I kept thinking that I was being trained by him, and he was cracking that whip against me.
As I thought of it, my brother plunged his dick deep into my cunt. I could feel myself stretching to take him in, and I started to moan hard when my pussy spasmed around his cock and held it tightly.
Dan seemed to be loving it all, and he started to fuck me at different rates. There were moments when he was going in and out of me so fast, that I thought he was going to come really fast, but he didn't.
For when his cock would pulsate too hard, he would slow down. He would start to fuck me with a lot more precision, and when he finally came, I had already come twice.
I loved that first and only fuck with my brother. The reason we never did it again was because we went back home the next day. We had chances to do it at home, but I never wanted to because I thought it was too risky.
But you can believe that for the next few years, I would dream of that lion tamer.
I somehow associated New York with all good things. After all, it was where I had seen the circus and where I had been fucked for the first time, even if it was with my brother who could have taken me anywhere else.
I was determined to go back to New York, and when I graduated high school, I decided that I was going to check out the city and see if I could get a job there.
I went back to stay with my relatives, who were pleased to see me, and then I started searching around for a job. You can believe that looking for a job when you only have a high school diploma is a bitch. It took me about four weeks to realize that I was going to have to lie to get one.
So I had my cousin help make me a new resume, with a ton of bullshit in it.
The first place that I went to was where I met my present boss, Robert. He fell for everything that was in my resume.
I'll never forget that as he was reading it over, I was squirming around in the large leather chair in his office. I suddenly thought of the lion tamer's leather whip, and the seat began to turn me on. I didn't let Robert know that, of course, because I didn't want anything to interfere with my getting the job.
Little did I know that I would not only get the job, but that I would also get Robert on that same chair, while he had me strapped down....
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Linda came to see me, she was wearing a simple white blouse that was quite attractive. I was a little put off by the rest of her outfit, however, which consisted of a black leather skirt (with a matching leather vest) and knee-high black leather boots, which she seemed to stroke gently as she spoke to me.
Linda still looked quite appealing, and sexually stimulating, but I tended to think that she was being a little too forward in dressing the way she was.
Still, she was eager to talk, and that was all that counted.
Robert hired me on the spot, and sometimes I wonder if he noticed how much I was getting into the feeling of his leather chair on that first day. I thought that I wasn't making it obvious, but you know what happens when you get sexually aroused, doctor.
You tend to lose track of what you're doing.
Anyway, I started to work for him, and for the first few weeks, we had a strict boss-secretary relationship. Then, one evening, he asked me to work late because he had to get some reports done.
He said that he would take me out to dinner first, and then we'd go back to the office. We ate a fantastic dinner, but unfortunately, Richard ordered a bottle of wine. I've always had a low resistance to alcohol, most likely because I never drank too much in my life, and just three glasses had me very high.
When we got back to the office, I was tipsy, and Richard started to dictate to me as I snuggled up in his high-backed black leather chair.
I was the one who started rambling on, for when I dropped the pencil on the floor and stopped taking dictation, I was getting more and more cozy.
"I've always loved the feel of leather," I said, and I was even going so far as to lick the back of the chair. "It's so smooth. It really turns me on."
Richard stopped dictating and looked at me seductively.
"What else turns you on, Linda?" he asked, with an appealing smile.
I never would have told him about the lion tamer had I not been as high as I was, but seeing as how I was, I started telling him everything. I spoke about the whip and the power that the man had because of it.
Suddenly, I noticed that Richard was reaching for something in his desk. The next second, he pulled out a huge whip.
He started to lash it out at me, and I felt it hitting my hand. It hurt much more than I ever thought it was, but there was some pleasure along with the stinging pain. I loved the pleasure part of it.
He stood up and walked closer, continuing to whip me. I noticed that he was stroking his cock with his hand, and I reached for it and pulled it out of his pants. He started to move even closer, and then began to force himself into my mouth.
I didn't know if I wanted to go all the way with him. After all, he was my boss and I knew that I would have to see him every day. When I closed my mouth and pushed him away, he seemed to get furious.
"Didn't you ever learn not to start something that you can't finish?" he asked me, and he walked back to his desk fast.
He moved even faster after that, so that I didn't really know what he was doing until it was too late.
He took a huge piece of rope and started to wrap it around me, tying me to the chair. He must have wrapped it around me four times before he tied it in the back, and my arms were kind of pinned by my side.
Then he moved his cock back to my mouth. He started to shove it in and out of my mouth as hard as he wanted to, and all I could do was strain to keep my mouth open. I was beginning to sweat a little, and that was making the chair smell stronger.
Robert came in my mouth very soon, and I could feel his come shooting down my throat. As he was coming, he was moving his fingers to my blouse. He opened it as much as he could, and I could feel the rope cutting into my tits.
He pulled my blouse up in the back and when I felt the wet leather rubbing against me, I started to come. It was that simple. By the time he had pulled off my skirt and panties, my pussy was dripping like crazy.
He moaned out loud as he sunk to his knees between my legs and started to lick my pussy. He spread my pussy lips wide and flicked my clit back and forth with his tongue as fast as he possibly could.
Then he sucked hard, and got all my cream into his mouth.
By the time he had made me come twice, his cock was fully hard again. He just positioned himself between my legs and thrust it right into me. I couldn't believe the sensations that ran through me then. His cock was plunging in and out of my cunt, and my whole back was rubbing against the leather.
That was what really turned me on more than anything else, I know. I could feel my sweaty ass sliding all over the leather seat, and the smell of it just kept getting stronger and stronger as the fucking went on.
I loved the way his cock felt, too. He really knew how to use it on me, and he seemed to sense from the start that the leather was doing a number on me.
As he was about to come, he turned my head to the right and forced my nose right up against the seat. All I was breathing then was the smell of leather, and it was such a turn on that my pussy started to spasm so hard around him. In that way, we were coming at the same time, and it was incredible.
I felt him sweating all over me, and when he was still coming inside of me, he turned my head again and kissed me hard on the lips.
I sucked on his tongue with all my might, and soon, the passions had subsided.
"You're really a leather freak," he said to me, and I started to laugh.
I guess I hadn't realized how much of a leather freak I really was until that time with him, but after, we had a lot of other good times.
You can believe that we didn't get any work done that night. After Robert had poured some more drinks (because we decided that the night was shot to hell, as far as any work went, and that the best thing to do was go along with our feelings), his cock was hard again and ready for action.
The second time he fucked me, I was leaning forward over the leather chair, and he entered my pussy from behind. I could feel his cock working me over well, and each time I wanted a rush, I just pressed my nose against the back of the seat and inhaled deeply. Each time, my pussy spasmed hard.
That second fuck went on for a long time, and when he came, I was going crazy. I kept wiggling my ass, hoping to milk his cock of all the come he had to give, and he kept squeezing my tits nice and hard, too.
Well, I've been working for him now for over a year, and during that time, we've had a chance to explore my fetish even more. Robert is the one who bought me these boots, and the skirt and vest.
He says that I even look hotter when I'm dressed up in leather, and it's probably because I feel so sexually hot. I actually feel a constant tingling in my pussy when I'm dressed in the leather, and he knows it.
CONCLUSION
Linda is in a very strange situation right now, as far as I am concerned. It's true that the girl might love the feeling and scent of leather, and I don't think that there is anything wrong with it.
She obviously saw the lion tamer with the leather and saw it as a sign of masculinity.
However, now that her boss knows about it, he seems to be taking advantage of her. She said that he tries all sorts of things with her, and even though she might not like them at first, once she smells the leather, she's fine.
I don't think that's a particularly good situation to be in. It seems to mean that he can keep getting kinkier and kinkier. If he would just stick to sex, that might be fine, but it seems as if his whippings are getting harder and harder, too.
I can foresee some danger in this, and I told Linda that she must beware. I don't really think that she was listening to me anyway, because she seemed to be too busy rubbing her fingers over her boots and smelling them.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
This book has barely touched the surface of the world of beatings, humiliation and the attraction of leather. Obviously some people gain a great deal from these activities, but there are many others being destroyed by the acts, also.
Mara D., her step-parents introduced her to a world she never dreamed of, and twisted her mind around to self-hate.
Shelly W., all she wanted to do was please her coach, and he found a manner of doing that that shocked and frightened her completely.
Lisa R., her lover mentioned a game and she feel so completely in love with it, that her obsessive desires drove him away.
Susan L., frightened and alone, she submitted to her boss's demands and brought herself to the edge of a mental breakdown.
There is an obvious need to explore this subject further, for we can not possibly know everything about these acts. How much more there is to discover remains to be seen.
