Bondage and Discipline. Perhaps the most misunderstood manner of sexual pleasure in history. And historical it is. As far back as man has recorded time, this practice has been in evidence.
Ancients took part in it, sometimes savagely, often as pure sport, much as it happens today. While the people indulging in B and D are often scorned and called ill, the facts are not in support of these conclusions.
Usually it is between consenting adults, both of whom desire this form of enjoyment. We should be less quick to condemn, except in the circumstances where the sexual organs or the body are mutilated.
Consider what some of the women in this volume have to say on the subject:
Judy B., twenty-one: "I loved Martin, would do anything for him, when he wanted to beat me, I didn't mind, little did I know I would come to love it... "
Natalie L., nineteen: "I don't know what happened, but suddenly, the coat hanger lashing my buttocks felt better than anything I had ever experienced before... "
Bobbie R., seventeen: "I didn't want it, I didn't! I couldn't help it, I started to like it, like every blow he rained down on me... "
Laura W., twenty-two: "I have never denied I enjoyed being beaten. To me, the kiss of the whip is the purest pleasure there is... "
From the recorded interviews of young women...
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Lulu H. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lulu is a short girl with reddish-brown hair and a face that seems to shine when she smiles. I did not notice that at first, however, because she walked into my office - in tears. In fact, when she began talking, I could hardly make out a word that she said. It wasn't until I informed her of that fact, and also, until she started to talk about things that left her feeling good, that I finally saw the smile.
Lulu was wearing a tan blouse, and her long hair looked wonderful against it. The blouse was cut low in the front, and I could see that she had large, rounded breasts. She also wore tight pants, showing her shapely thighs and buttocks.
All in all, she did not seem like the kind of girl who would be into becoming a slave for her man, and I was to soon learn that I was right and wrong at the same time, depending on various aspects of what had happened.
* * *
I never thought that Dickie would really do what he did to me. Oh, you can, believe that he had threatened to do it many times, but then again, he had said that he would do a lot of things. Oh God. Now that I think about it, if he could have carried out the bondage, he might decide to carry out some of the other things.
I really don't know if I could live with those other things. One of the things that he talked about, every so often, was sado-masochism. He told me about a movie that he had seen where this man whipped a girl until she was bleeding.
Of course, she was tied up at the time. When the man started to burn her nipples, there was nothing that she could do.
As Dick told me about those things, I could see this animal kind of lust in his eyes, and it really scared me like crazy. But I don't think that I'm ever going to let him get me tied up again, just in case.
Maybe I had- always fantasized about it, deep down. I mean, I would see these old movies on television, where the women are so submissive to the men, and cater to them hand and foot. Of course, there was never any explicit sex in a movie like that, but you tended to get the idea of it.
I first met Dick when I was fifteen, but we didn't start to date until I was around sixteen. He was a neighbor of my cousin Laurie, and I would visit her every so often and see him lying out in the sun, tanning himself. At the time, I was still a virgin, but his body did turn me on a great deal.
He had a practically hairless body, and whenever he would sunbathe, he would wear the skimpiest, tightest suit possible. You could make out the outline of his cock bulge perfectly. Once, when he wore a flesh colored suit and he was lying on his stomach, I really started to get turned on, because I thought that it was his ass.
Anyway, Laurie just introduced me as her cousin, and I didn't think too much of it. He seemed a bit aloof, and I never thought that we would ever go out with each other.
Maybe I did have one or two fantasies about him, though, before he ever called.
I remember once lying in bed, naked. I had reached maturity about three years earlier, and I was scared to go out and fuck a boy. But I would masturbate every so often, just to relieve myself of the pleasure ache in my cunt.
Once I had seen Dick, he became part of my fantasy. But let me tell you this. I never told him about my fantasy.
In it, I was his slave, in some ways. I wasn't tied, but I would do whatever he wanted to do, so long as he was naked when he commanded me to do it. I would just look at his long, thick cock (which, at the time of my fantasizing, I hadn't seen, except for the outline of the bulge), and then I would be totally submissive.
In return for carrying out his orders, such as cleaning his apartment and making him dinner, I would get his dick as a reward.
In one of my best fantasies, I would be sitting under the table, between his spread legs, and I would be licking his hard-on while he was eating. It would be so long and stiff as it jutted right out of his body, and I could feel him starting to thrust it in and out of my mouth every time I hit a part that he liked.
While I thought about this, I would be lying on my bed. I'd be naked, of course, and starting to play with myself. I could always turn myself on well, because I knew just the way I liked things to be done.
I could wiggle my stiff clit back and forth, speeding up the action when I knew that I was reaching peak, and then, slowing it down a little to wait. Because I never wanted to come until Dick had started to come in my fantasy.
Since I didn't even know what it tasted like, it was only something that I could imagine. But I thought that it would be like a sweet nectar or something.
He would be pumping his come out into my mouth, and I would be moaning like crazy. That was when my pussy would explode, and I would feel the wet, hot cream, slowly oozing out of me and running down all over my fingers.
It was the greatest feeling, and believe me, it was even more sensational when, one night, he really did call.
"You might not remember me," he said, and I already recognized the voice before he told me who it was. "I was just wondering if you're free tonight."
"For what?" I had to know, even though I was going to go anywhere.
"To go with me to a cousin's party. If you don't want to, you don't have to. I thought about who to ask, then called your cousin because I remembered you. But remember, you don't have to say that you want to go if you really don't want to... "
"I'll go," I said, before he could even finish.
I never really did understand why he kept thinking I wouldn't want to go. I realized, later on, after knowing him for a while, that he loved to use that kind of reverse psychology. Still, I was so excited, that I had a lot of trouble deciding what to wear.
He came to pick me up at eight that night. His blonde hair was kind of slicked back, and he didn't look as cool as usual. I guess, and he told me this later for sure, that he was uncomfortable visiting relatives.
He also told me this whole story to go along with his, about how we were going together for a long time, and how we were very much in love. He wanted to impress his aunt, and basically, get them off his back because they were always trying to set him up with one girl and then another, and he hated that.
I was more than happy to play the part of his long-time girlfriend.
The party was very boring, and we didn't stay too long. He told me to say that I was sick, and that's just what I said.
"I think I owe you something real big," he said to me, as we were driving away from the house. "I mean, for doing all this shit. What would you like?"
I just looked into his eyes, and I know that he got my message. In fact, he slammed his foot down onto the gas pedal, and so, we arrived at his apartment in less than fifteen minutes. I'm just glad we didn't crash, because he was driving like crazy.
As he led me inside, he started to light a joint to relax me. I told him, when I was stoned enough and loose enough to talk, that I was a virgin.
Dick loved that idea. He moved his lips to mine then and started to kiss me hard, pressing his long tongue into my mouth.
I would have been his slave right then and there, I know it.
As he was kissing me, he started to open my blouse buttons slowly. I could feel his palms rubbing my tits through my bra. He made some kind of sarcastic remark about the fact that I was even wearing a bra.
I wasn't for long. He had skilled fingers, and when he pulled it off, he marveled at the sight of my stiff reddish-brown nipples. He moved his mouth to one, and then I just slid my hand down to his thigh.
I started to rub him, and he reached for my hand and pulled it to his cock bulge. God, was he ever big. Or, maybe he just seemed big.
You see, it was my first dick. I didn't see any others until the night of the card party, when he made me his slave in front of all his friends, and I had to service all of them. In comparison, his cock was an average size to all the others.
He made me open his zipper, and then he pushed me down on my knees. Dick knew just the way he liked to have his cock sucked, and he started to give me explicit instructions. I started to lick the cock head, and I could taste a drop or two of the come.
He was playing with my nipples the whole time, and that was making my pussy wet.
Slowly, he reached for my head and started to pull my mouth further down his shaft. I thought that I was going to choke on the thick cock head, as it entered my throat, but I didn't. I guess that I had dreamed about it so often, that finally getting it was easier. I wanted it, and that counts a lot.
He loved it when he could feel his cock head in my throat. I know, because of the way he started to moan.
Then, he started to fuck my face. It was harder than I ever imagined it would be. He started to hold my face cheeks, and he was pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, sometimes holding it deep and kind of grinding it around.
I thought that I was going to choke, but when he started to come, I loved it.
I pulled my head back because I wanted to taste that thick cream on my tongue, and he seemed to understand. In fact, he was moaning for me to flick my tongue back and forth over his cock head as the cream shot out.
In doing that, I could feel his thigh muscles spasming.
After he had come, he started to undress me. He stripped me of my skirt and panties, then told me to lay back on the bed.
I spread my legs wide for him as he moved his mouth down between them and started to eat me. I had never let anyone else ever touch my cunt before, and it was such a thrill having someone else do it, that I came pretty fast.
I know that he loved it. He was sucking at my juices like crazy, and then he started to move his lips over my clit. As my passions seemed to be subsiding, I started to feel them on the rise again. For as he was sucking my clit, he was playing with it, using his tongue to do all kinds of things.
Dick made me come about three times before he entered me. At that time, being my first and all, I didn't even realize that he had done it because he wasn't hard again, yet. But later, as we started seeing each other more, I learned that was his way.
He loved to come first, and then he would make me come, until his cock was hard enough for a good fucking.
And he was a good fucker. As he started to lick his way up my body, he played with each of my nipples for a while. I could feel his stiff boner rubbing over my thigh, and then he entered me, slowly and gracefully.
I could feel my pussy stretching to take his cock in, but I didn't mind. I was more than happy to have him, and as his cock bone slid over my clit, I could feel myself spasming over and over again.
But that time, I had his cock to grip onto, and it was so much better. It was a pretty long fucking, too. Each time he seemed to be on the peak of coming, he would slow down his thrusting pace, and then start up again later.
I came about five times before he started to shoot his cream into me, and my orgasm when that happened was the best.
As we lay arm in arm, he started to stroke my hair.
"You really are good," he said. "I like you. I want to see more of you."
"I want to see more of you, too. I'll do anything for you," I said, and maybe, I never should have said that.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Lulu came to see me, she seemed much happier than the first time. When she told me why, I was shocked. As it was, she and Dick had tried the slavery thing again, and she had loved it that time.
One of the main reasons, she told me, was because she and Dick were alone, whereas the first time, it had been in front of all his friends.
Lulu was wearing a skirt this second time, and she looked more attractive than she had the first. She was also eager to talk.
* * *
Now that I look back on that night, I don't mind it anymore. It was just kind of an introduction for the things that happened in the last few weeks.
I had been seeing Dick for about five months. I would be at his house almost every night, but didn't sleep over all the time because of my folks.
Well, on Friday nights, he would usually get together with his friends to play poker. Since he had his own apartment, and most of them didn't, it was almost always at his place. He would usually tell me to come at about eleven, when the game was breaking up, but this one night, he told me to come early.
When I got there, he jokingly suggested that I was going to be the maid for the night, and that I would serve the guys the beers and pretzels.
I didn't like the idea, but he promised me that I would be rewarded well. As he said that, he was stroking his cock bulge through his pants, and really, that was all it took to get me to do it.
There were five of them. I don't even remember the names of the other guys, and I don't even think that I want to.
All I know is that as the game went on, I was being called in to do all kinds of things. I had to empty the ash trays, and bring on more beers, and even, at one point, roll some joints for them.
Each time I was finished doing something, I would be sent back to the kitchen, because, as Dick told me, he didn't want me looking over anyone's shoulder and then making faces when I saw the hands that people had.
Finally, at one point, Dick called me in. He pulled his chair out from under the table, and I could see him rubbing his cock.
"Hey, Lulu, suck my dick for me," he said, so boldly and brazenly.
"No," I told him. "Not in front of all of them."
"Lulu, I gave you an order. Now do it," he said, getting more angry. , I got just as angry in my refusal. Then, I heard one of his friends say something to him. I didn't catch it all, but it had to do with Dick's having lied to them about what a subservient slave I was for him.
That made him even more furious. Suddenly, there was a side of him coming out that I had never seen before in my life.
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me over to him. He forced me down between his legs, and pulled his hard cock out. When I kept my lips shut tight, he started to get even madder. Then, someone handed him something from across the table.
It was a thick leather whip. He held it over me and threatened me. I couldn't believe that he was doing something like that. It freaked me out.
I still refused, and that was when he whipped me on the shoulder.
"Hey," one of the guys said, "if you had the slave tied, she would do anything because you could control her."
As he was saying that, someone was grabbing my hands and pulling them behind my back. The next thing I knew, I could feel something being strapped and laced around my wrists, and then it was pulled tight.
I tried to pull my hands free, but they were tied.
As Dick started to open my blouse, I was so embarrassed. He couldn't pull it off because of the way my hands were tied, but he did open it all the way down the front, and then pull my bra down below my tits.
I could hear moans from some of his friends as they looked at my tits.
Then, Dick pulled my mouth closer to his cock. He started to thrust it against my lips again, but I still refused to open my mouth.
Then, he pinched my nipple so hard, that I had to scream. I could feel his cock being forced into my mouth at that point, and it was terrible. I was so humiliated that I couldn't get into it at all.
Still, he kept moving my head up and down his shaft. When I looked up into his eyes, I could see that he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking at all his friends, and they must have been loving the show.
Dick didn't take long to come. When he started to, I could feel it shooting down my throat. He pulled back so I could flick my tongue over his cock head, and I could tell from his moaning that he was loving it.
As he pulled my head back, I was shocked by what he made me do next.
"Now, slave," he said to me, "do my friends. They're all sitting here green with envy and hard as rock. Do them."
As he forced me to turn, I could see under the table. The other four all had hard dicks, and they were all out of their pants. Each guy was stroking his own thick piece of meat, and I didn't want to do it.
As he started to push me toward the guy with the biggest cock, I started to scream at him. I cursed him out really bad, and that was when he whipped me.
I could feel the stinging lash of the whip all over my back. He pulled my shirt up in the back so that he would be able to whip my bare flesh. When I opened my mouth to scream again, the guy with the big cock forced" it right into my mouth.
"You were right," he moaned. "She does give great head, and she is a really good slave. Maybe next week I can get my girl, Betty, over here."
I hated hearing shit like that. He was pulling my head all the way down his shaft so that his thick balls were pressing against my chin, and his cock head was deep in the back of my throat. I could also smell his manly scent, because through most of it, my nose was inches from his thick cock patch.
I started to get into it a little more by the time the third cock was entering my mouth. I really just talked myself into it. I knew that there were a few more to be done, and I just psyched myself up for doing it.
By the time I was sucking on the last dick, I was going at it eagerly. I couldn't wait for the owner of it to come in my mouth, so I could get the whole thing over with. I didn't realize that Dick was planning to put on a better show for them, until after I had swallowed that load of come.
Dick forced me to my feet, and then started to pull down my skirt and panties. I wanted to die when they all looked at my cunt.
He threw me over the table, with my legs hanging off the end. I saw then, that his cock was hard again.
As he entered me, I couldn't help but moan. Then, I could feel all kinds of mouths all over my body. The other guys were starting to really turn me on. They were licking and sucking my tits and neck and ears.
Then, I felt one of them moving his cock into my mouth. It was the guy with the biggest cock, and he started to fuck my face good and hard.
By that time, though, they had managed to heighten my senses. I could feel my whole body getting into the orgasm that I finally had, because of Dick's thrusting cock. He must have known how much I was turned on, because my cunt spasms were tight, and he couldn't hold back from coming much longer after I did.
After he had come, that was really it. He pulled me off the table and untied me.
Then, I ran into his room and started to cry.
He finished the card game, and it wasn't until after the guys had left that he came into my room.
"I thought that you once said you would do anything for me," he said.
"I did. But that wasn't for you. That was a display for them, and you know it. You put me on display, like some hooker, for all your friends."
"But you did like it in the end," he said to me. "I know that you did."
I was still crying. I told him how much I really liked him, and that the only reason I liked it in the end was because there "were so many people working on me at once. Then, he started to tell me why he had done what he did.
He and the guys, the week before, had all been talking about what slaves their girlfriends were, and he wanted to prove it to them.
"I don't mind being a slave for you," I said. "Because I think that I love you. But I don't ever want to be one for all of them again."
"But you don't mind being it for me?" he asked, with a sly glimmer in his eyes.
I told him that I wouldn't, again, and ever since that time, I have been his slave.
In most ways, I love it. I love doing things for him anyway, so carrying it one step further to the sexual act is even better. Usually, he ties me up, and once I'm tied, I just feel that I can lie back and let him do all the work.
However, on occasion, he makes me do things that I wouldn't do unless I was tied. The other day, he made me lick his asshole while he jerked off on my tits. Although I didn't want to, I couldn't prevent it. In the end, it was really kinky.
So now, as opposed to last week when I hated it, I don't mind being a slave to my man, as long as it's only my man, and not his gaggle of friends.
CONCLUSION
I was glad to see Lulu happy, because she seems to be the kind of girl who emits radiance when she is. However, I had certain things to tell her about becoming a slave for her boyfriend, and doing whatever he wants.
As the game becomes more intense, Dick might decide to test her in a way by haying his friends over again. The first time was to prove a point to his friends, but this second time, if it ever happens, could be to prove a point to Dick.
It could all be a test for him to see if she really is a true slave, because, if she is, then she would do anything for him. That is what being a person's slave is all about. You must do whatever the master commands.
In making her aware of this, she denied that it could ever happen again. However, she told me that she was going to talk with Dick just to make sure.
Somehow, I feel that her talking with Dick about it is only going to put the idea into his head. Then, the test of her true slavery will be given.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Iris R. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Iris is a tough looking black girl with short black hair and a beautiful looking body. When she came to see me, she was wearing a tight blouse and slacks, and I could see all her shapely curves.
Her breasts are not that large, but, for a girl with her kind of build, they seem perfect. She also has very rounded buttocks, which look firm, too.
Iris was wearing a pair of black leather boots, and I noticed that she had a tendency to stroke them gently as she spoke. This showed me how much the girl appreciated leather, and in some ways, I felt it also acted as a kind of security blanket for her.
She was not at all reluctant to talk. In fact, anxious is the word.
* * *
I'm gonna say it here, and I'm gonna say it now, and if anyone wants to argue with me, then she can come in and do it in person. It's supposed to be a myth, they say, but I don't think it's no myth.
And here it is: All black men are hung like horses.
Yeah, doc, you got me straight. All black guys have cocks like clubs. Now most people always say that you can't generalize like that, but I don't give a flying fuck.
I've been with my share of nigger dudes, and all of them got cocks so big, they don't know what to do with 'em.
But now, I got somethin' else to say on the matter, which most girls who love big dicks might think is crazy.
I think they suck. I really do. Because a guy with a big dick seems to think that he can control the whole fucking world with it, and that he's got the greatest fucking power because of his cock. I hate men like that.
In fact, I was with about twenty black dudes before I ever met my Arnie, my one and only white dude, and the love of my life. Arnie don't got a cock to compare in size with some of the black meat I've come across, but then again, who needs it?
I mean, a girl's just gotta get a guy who knows how to fuck, big dick or not, and if he does, then he'll turn her on.
That's another thing with those niggers with big dicks. They think that all they gotta do is shove it in, and most of them do just that, then thrust like mad, and that is gonna turn on their chick.
Well, most guys with big dicks then, got brains in their dick, and not in their head, especially if they're gonna think like that.
All right, I'll tone it down a bit. I just can't help but harbor this kind of hostility inside of me, because I feel like every nigger man I was with just used me to satisfy his own fucking sexual need.
And I don't think I ever had an orgasm until I was with Arnie. I had them before he ever started getting into the slave game, and I was more than willing do to it with him afterwards, because I knew that if I turned him on, he'd turn me on even more.
But I think, before I tell you about Arnie and the fun we have together, I'm gonna tell you about some of the niggers. Ya know why? Because all of them made me feel even more like a slave than Arnie.
I know what that means, too, at least to me. It means that I don't love being a guy's slave so much. What I love is being a slave to a guy who's gonna turn me on, and reward me with sexual gratification. Then, it's worth it.
But those fucking big-dicked niggers didn't have it.
The first two I ever had, and I know you're gonna think me a slut that I took on two at the same time, were relatives. Now I know you're gonna think me an incestuous cunt, but I don't care.
I never cared what people thought about me, because I know me, and I know what I think about myself. That's all that really counts. I don't give a shit what others tend to think about me. The ones that I care about always like me.
Anyway, it was my brother and my cousin, Lyle and Barry.
I don't even remember how it all came about, and you probably think that I'm fillin' your office with a load of bullshit when I say that. But it's true. I know that a girl is supposed to remember her first time always, but I think I purposely blocked that shit from my mind. After meeting a stud like Arnie, it's easy to forget about all the previous experiences you had.
Anyway, Lyle, my brother, was three years older than me. I was fourteen at the time, and Barry, my cousin, was fifteen.
We were visiting my aunt one afternoon, when the two of them decided to take me for a walk in the woods, near her country house.
I was a naive, dumb nigger then, and I didn't know that the only reason they were acting so nice to me was because I had a pussy.
You see, Lyle was always a shit to me, and whenever I would go to visit my aunt, Barry never wanted to have to entertain me. He was her only child, and he usually didn't like me coming over there.
As we walked deeper into the woods, I was havin' a fun time. We were joking and bullshitting about this and that, and it was a better time than I had ever had with those two motherfuckers.
Finally, we sit on a rock, and Lyle pulls out some smoke.
"Don't tell mom about this," he said. "I've been smoking for a while, and I thought it's about time for you to try it, girl."
I had heard some of my friends talking about grass at school, but I didn't know if I could get into it. However, when you're sitting on a rock with two motherfuckers who are getting high, and they keep telling you to try it and you got no resistance, you're gonna end up smoking it, too.
Anyway, I didn't really feel a thing from it, although after about two of them, they both looked pretty stoned. I could hardly see Lyle's eyes.
Soon, I notice that both of them are kind of stroking my back. I didn't mind it too much, although I couldn't understand why. It was loosening me up, that back-stroking, however. Then, Lyle leans over to me.
"Hey, sis, how would you feel about fucking?" he asked me.
"I don't know. You got anyone in mind for me to fuck?" I asked.
Then, I notice how he and Barry are rubbing those club sized dicks of theirs.
They start tellin' me how it would be good experience for me, because when I meet the man of my dreams, he's gonna want me to have experience.
And me, dumb naive nigger that I was, believed them.
Slowly, we all started to get undressed. I had never seen my brother naked before, but when I saw the size of his cock, I didn't think I wanted it. By that time, however, I was naked, too.
Barry starts to rub my nipples, and I could feel my chocolate dots getting stiff. That relaxed me even more. Then, as they lay me down on the rock, I can feel my brother starting to rub his cock against my pussy lips.
I loved the way that felt, doc. It was nice and slow, and it made me relax more. Plus, I had played with my pussy a little, although I never worked myself to orgasm.
I could feel my passions rising slowly. All of a sudden, Lyle thrusts his cock into me with one long stroke. I'm about to open my mouth to scream, because the pain just surges right through me. But at the same time, Barry rams his club into my mouth.
They both start to thrust like two niggers in heat.
Lyle, however, was fucking me to get his cock off, whereas Barry just seemed to want to feel some pleasure, until my cunt was ready for him.
I'll admit that it wasn't a completely non-feeling fuck. I mean, I could feel my sexual passions rising here and there, but my brother didn't seem too concerned about me at all. Both of them rubbed my body, and played with my tits.
When Lyle's cock started to spasm inside of me, I thought that he was going to rip my pussy right open. The cock was kind of getting bigger in there, and he had already stretched the shit out of my pussy, as well as breaking my hymen.
His come shooting into my pussy was the best part of his fucking me. I could feel it lining my pussy walls, and soothing them a little bit, too. Also, his cock pulsations started to subside after that, along with his cock size.
So in that sense, it was good, and I was happy that it was over.
But Barry had to go next. He pulled his limp cock from my mouth and then just moved it right to my cunt. He started to enter me with a good hard thrust.
Again, I could feel my pussy stretching to take him in, and I didn't really like that feeling so much. Plus, he liked to shove his cock deep inside of me and then grind it around a little bit, so that really didn't feel good.
Meanwhile, my brother had moved his cock to my face, and he was rubbing it there. I just opened my mouth and started to suck it good and hard.
I don't even know why I did it. Maybe I'm orally fixated. I know that when I'm with Arnie, I love to suck on his cock. He can do anything to my pussy when his cock is in my mouth, giving me comfort.
So I was sucking Lyle's, until Barry started to pulsate hard. Then I could feel his come shooting into my pussy.
After he had come, and I hadn't, we all sat there talking.
When I told them both that I thought it was okay, but basically, that I didn't feel much from it, and as a result, didn't like it, they flooded my head with nigger bullshit.
"Well, a girl ain't supposed to like it," Barry said to me. "Ain't that right?"
"Yup," Lyle said. "Fucking is for a man's pleasure. The girl is just supposed to lie back and let the man get off."
"Sounds unfair to me, if you want to know the truth," I said.
"Yeah, you can think of it as unfair," Lyle said, "but you just can't change what's been going down for years."
Well, with my next few lovers, I tended to think that they were right. They were all niggers, too, because I would have hated to be seen with a white boy, especially knowing how much my friends would get on my case for it.
You see, Priscilla, this nigger girl at school, was dating this guy from downtown. He was as white as white could be.
She tried to hide it from most of the other chicks in my class, but one night, she was coming home late, and her guy drove her home. Well, Larue was sitting outside, and when she saw it, the word was spread throughout the school.
I'll never forget the abuse poor Priscilla had to take because she was dating that man. Those nigger girls seemed to be so prejudiced against white men. I wanted to try and tell Priscilla that I didn't mind, but I knew that were I to take her side, I would be scorned as much.
That was my reason for dating only black guys, doctor. I know it sounds shitty, and I hate myself for it now that I know how good Arnie is.
But, I don't live at home no more, so the girls don't even know.
I had about three more guys before I finally was with one that I wanted. You see, the others were okay, but I didn't get turned on by the way they looked, before I went to bed with them. I would usually be lying in the bed while they were fucking me, thinking about why the fuck I was there? I had a lot of time to think, too, since none of them ever turned me on. None.
But Bruce was different, because I wanted him.
He was one of the school basketball players, and I had been spotting him for a while.
I would always look at him with suggestive eyes, and when he finally asked me out on a date, I could feel my pussy creaming in anticipation.
That was a first, too. I had never felt that way with any of the other guys.
Anyway, Bruce took me to a movie, and then to the local park. As we were sitting on the bench kissing, he pulled my hand down to his cock bulge.
God, he was as big as all the other niggers I had been with.
Yet, somehow, I was creaming at the thought of taking him into my cunt. Slowly, he started to push my head down to his crotch, and soon, I was sucking on that cock. I could only get a couple of inches down my throat, and while I was doing that, he was sliding his hand into my pants and playing with my pussy.
I could feel my pussy getting wetter as he fingered me, and soon, I was coming all over them. When that happened, he knew that I was ready.
I lay back on this goddamn park bench, and he lay on top of me.
Then, he slams that dick into my cunt. I could feel a surge of pain, because he hadn't been gentle about it at all. Had he eased his way in slowly, maybe I wouldn't have minded so much, but that cock ramming was too much for me.
"Hey, slow down," I whispered into his ear, as I stroked his head.
Shit, he was deaf to all my words, like most of them. Had I been able to talk to his dick, and had his dick been able to hear, then I probably would have gotten through to him. Because while he was inside of me, he was under the influence of his cock and nothing else. All he cared about was shooting his seed, and he started to come about a minute before I would have come.
And, stupid fucking nigger that he was, he didn't even do anything to bring me off after he had come. He even seemed to know that I was on the verge of peak, because right before he was coming, he started to tell me how great my pussy spasms were feeling, and how tight that made my cunt seem.
So, if he had known the first fucking thing about cunts, he would have known that he hadn't brought me off.
God, doctor, it is not only unsatisfying, but also humiliating, to be lying under a guy whose just come, when he hasn't turned you on at all.
It's frustrating as hell, and when Bruce asked me out again, you can believe that I didn't agree to go with him.
But after that, I made it a habit to always go with a guy who turned me on by the way he looked first. I wasn't gonna settle for some of those ugly niggers who wanted to get into my pants at school.
You see, I knew that I was a hot looking chick. I didn't even have to dress the part. I could throw on anything. All I needed was the right attitude, and just get a look at this face. See it.
(Doctor's note: At this point, Iris started to make certain kinds of faces, to show me how she could put on an attitude. It was most effective.) I remember once even having a talk with my friend Lily. I had fucked about fifteen different niggers by that time. I was only sixteen, but then again, I had started kind of early, at fourteen, and fifteen guys in two years was not so much, as far as I knew.
Anyway, Lily was older and more experienced than me.
"I don't know what it is," I told her. "I just don't know if it's me or them. But I don't come when I'm being fucked."
"Must be them," she said to me. "Tell me. Have you ever masturbated? I mean, that's a way to know if you can come hard."
"Not really," I told her. "I used to play with myself, but it would always take me a long time to build myself up, and I always lost patience. So I never really did."
"That's the true test, honey child. If you can bring yourself off to a peak with your own working fingers, then you know that you can do it. If you can't, then you very well can't blame those niggers."
I figured that she was right. So, for the first time in my life, at age sixteen, I decided to try and frig myself and make myself come.
That might sound strange, too, doc. I don't know of any other girl who started fucking first, and then went to masturbation.
It's almost like taking a step backwards, so don't you go telling no one about it. You're the first person I ever confessed this to. I would have been too ashamed to tell my friends about it, because most of them spoke of masturbating, while they didn't have boyfriends, but once they did, no more self-finger play for them.
I remember stripping in my own room and lying down on my bed. I sat up for a few seconds to study my body in the mirror. I was quite content with my large tits, and also pretty happy with my thick black bush.
I started to play with myself slowly, because Lily had told me to work myself up as slowly as I could. That would make the peak even better, so she said. So I started to play with my nipples, pinching and squeezing them gently.
As they got stiff, my cunt got a little bit wetter. I kept wanting to shove my fingers right into my pussy then, thinking that I would explode.
But I kept thinking of what Lily had said, and also, kept thinking that if I did something like that, then I was no better than a guy with his brains in his dick.
I spread my legs really wide and started to rub my hands up and down my thighs, moving them closer and closer to my pussy lips.
I closed my eyes and started to think of what I would really love.
I knew the answer soon enough. I was dreaming of a man towering over me and really making me his slave. He had no color, so I didn't know if it was a nigger man or a white man. But the thing was, he was commanding me to suck his cock, and I was loving it because of the power I felt from him.
I could feel my pussy lips spasming a lot before I started to rub myself. My lips were nice and wet by the time I touched myself.
Then, I started to rub my clit. I could feel myself exploding as I pinched it and wiggled it back and forth. I had never felt anything like it in the world. My whole body was bursting with a passion sweat, and I could feel the come running all over my thighs.
I started to play with one of my nipples as I was frigging my cunt, and that's when I noticed how raised all my passions were.
It was quite an incredible thing. I could feel my skin tingling wherever I touched it, and soon, I was coming steadily.
I had a lot of trouble catching my breath when I had come out of the orgasm, and I remembered the way all the fucking niggers I'd been with had had the same kind of problem after they came. I never had it when I was with them.
That masturbation exercise was just that, an exercise. I mean, I wanted to see if there was something wrong with me, and after coming hard, I knew that there wasn't.
I went back to talk to Lily, and fill her in.
"Well now," she said, "you can come, but you haven't come with a guy yet. What is it that you don't like when you're being fucked by one?"
I told her about how they were all hard on me, and how they only seemed to care about one thing. Their own cock explosion.
Suddenly, I noticed something. Lily was really starting to come on to me. After I had told her everything, she stroked my hair.
"Have you ever thought of making it with a woman?" she asked. "A woman knows what it's like to be a woman, and she won't be hard."
I hated the way she kept talking in the third person, when she knew that I knew she was talking about herself. She would have loved to dive right between my legs, but the thought of it was turning my stomach.
"Sorry," I said. "I know that there's a cock out there that's going to turn me on. I've never fantasized about being with a woman, and I don't really think that I could ever bring myself to do it with one."
She laughed a little, to shrug off the hurt.
I think our encounter, sexless as it was, freaked me out in a way. I wanted to really try and prove to myself after it that I was straight, and the only way I knew I could do that was to find a guy with a good cock, and come when he was fucking me.
Remember I told you I had been with about thirty-five guys before I met Arnie? Well, the reason I went out and did it was to prove to myself that I was straight.
My first two years of a sex life were With a total of fifteen guys, which, I said, really isn't that much. The third year was different. I was with about twenty different nigger men that year, all with big dicks.
No, doctor, I didn't look for bulges in crotches. Some men had them, and some didn't. But even the ones who didn't would swell like crazy the moment I would touch them, and then, they would plunge into me.
Needless to say, that year wasn't too satisfying either. I didn't come with any of the guys. When I would get home, I would be so frustrated, that I started to finger myself as hard as I could do it.
And then, and only then, would I start to come. After a while, even the masturbation wasn't satisfying. You see, I would sometimes fantasize about the guy that I had been with, but it would all be so different in my fantasy.
Then, the guy would really be concerned about making love to me, and so I would love it. I would start to come, in the fantasy, and all over my own fingers.
Now I met Arnie about three weeks after I got a job in a library, and took my own apartment. He couldn't find this book he was looking for, and he came over to talk to me about it. He seemed embarrassed, and I knew why when he told me that he was looking for a book on slavery.
He was in his twenties, and very distinguished looking. He had short blond hair and a very straight looking face, with a cleft in his chin.
The more we spoke, the more we smiled, and when he asked me what time I got off work, I couldn't believe it. By that time, I think I wanted him as much as he wanted me. And that night, we got each other too, and even got into slavery.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Iris came to see me, she was wearing a pants suit. She still wore her black leather boots, and still seemed to be using them as a kind of security blanket.
She was all smiles when she walked into my office, and when she smiled like that, she didn't seem as tough as I first took her to be. She told me that she had just come from a good round with Arnie, and that she always looked this good after he had satisfied her desires. I kept that in mind as I listened to the details of her encounters.
* * *
He came back to pick me up after work, and decided to take me out for dinner before going to his apartment.
During that time, while we ate, we told each other a few things about ourselves. I couldn't help but feel a wetness in my cunt the whole time, because he was just such a nice man to look at.
I know that people were staring at us, since we were an integrated couple, but I didn't give a shit. He thought that I might have, and at one point, asked me.
"Hey, are those people over there bothering you?" he said, and he pointed to this really straight looking, fancy white couple.
"No," I said. "I don't give a shit if narrow-minded scumbags can't perceive of anything past their own fucking noses."
I had turned in their direction to say most of what I had to say. In fact, I might have even screamed it over toward them. They heard me, all right, and the woman turned red, and both of them stopped staring.
Arnie cracked up when that happened, and soon, we were both laughing.
He told me, later on, that he taught history at college. The reason he had been looking for this particular book on slavery (which was loaned out already, I found out for him), was because the author had some new insights into it.
I really found this fascinating. He was more intelligent than I was, so I didn't think of him like I thought of all those dumb niggers with no brains.
When we were finished, he even held my chair for me so I could stand up, then helped me into my coat.
I don't know if we would have gone back to his place, had I not suggested it. He thought that I might want to go home, but I told him that I wanted to see his place.
He lived in a real fancy apartment, and there were books everywhere.
As soon as he had closed the door, I turned to him.
"I don't know how to thank you for the dinner, but I'll sure try."
I moved my lips to his and kissed him hard. I could hear him moaning as he wrapped his arms around me and started to hug me. My nipples were stiff as ever by that time, and I started to grind my cunt against his groin.
He suggested that we move to the bedroom. I couldn't believe it. He had a round bed there, with mirrors hanging over it.
The first time we fucked, he let me do everything. He lay on the bed and I started to undress him. I loved his blond haired chest. I had never seen a blond man with a hairy chest, and I had been to the beach a lot.
His nipples were a solid red color, and I started to suck on each one. He said he loved my thick black lips around his nipples.
As I was licking his nipples, he was opening my blouse. He started to pluck at my brown nipples, and I could feel them swelling a great deal.
It felt so good, in fact, that I really didn't want to move down to his cock right away. I wanted him to keep playing with my nipples, and position-wise, there didn't seem to be any way it could be done.
I was wrong about that. When I started to lick my way down his chest, working my fingers hear his belt buckle, I could feel him sitting up. By moving like that, Arnie was able to keep his fingers on my nipples all the time.
I pushed his pants down, and he lifted his ass up to let me.
Maybe I was disappointed in the size of his cock at first. I really don't remember. He had about seven inches there, but I had been used to dicks that were even bigger than that. I didn't let him know that, though.
His cock was standing straight up, and it did look bold and proud. But most of all, it was white, and it was much prettier than those brown dicks I'd seen.
I started to run my tongue over his cock head, and he shuddered with delight.
"I love those thick black lips," he kept telling me, and I was even getting off on the contrast between the color of my lips, and the color of his cock.
I opened my mouth even more, and then moved it all the way down his shaft. It was great. It was the first time I had ever taken a cock deep in my mouth without really being bothered by it, and I guess it was because it was shorter than all the others.
Still, he penetrated my throat, and he did have a nice cock. I don't want you to think that I have anything against it. He's the only guy who I've been with more than once, and each time with him, it's more exciting.
I started to suck him really hard, and when I felt him pulsating, he started to pull my head up. He told me that he didn't want to come in my mouth.
"I want to fuck that black box of yours," he said, with such emphasis.
I stood up and started to peel off the rest of my clothing. I could see how turned on he was by my brown body. Then, I straddled his cock. I started to lower myself down on it, and I could feel my pussy stretching to take even his cock in.
I had thought that it would be easier, but his cock was thick, after all.
As I started to slide down that white pole, I could feel my pussy spasming softly. I somehow knew that if I continued, I would be able to bring myself off. I was cupping his balls in my hand as I rode up and down on his dick.
Arnie loved it, too. He moved his mouth to my black nipples and started to suck and bite them gently. I could feel my cunt ready to emit a gallon of come all over his dick, and yet, he didn't seem like he was ready to come yet.
He told me to come. He kept telling me that he loved it when a woman came all over his cock, and loved it even more when she came more than once. Since I had been with so many men and had never come, I decided that I wanted to make up for lost time.
As I started to come, I could feel my ass bursting with sweat.
I opened my mouth and started to scream for joy, and that's when I felt his mouth moving to mine. He was sitting up all the way then, and my tits were pressing against his hairy chest. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and I kept sucking on it.
He was massaging my ass at that time, and he was also squeezing my buttocks together. I could feel his cock starting to pulsate then.
He started to come in me soon after that. I didn't even have to move. In fact, I did think that was kind of odd. All the niggers that I had been with needed to ride me up and down like crazy to come, but not Arnie.
I could feel his cock pumping into my cunt, and I was so hot about the way it had happened, that I started to come again.
Afterwards, we just lay there and started to talk to each other.
"Why did you scream so loud as you were coming?" he asked me. - "I never came before with a man," I said. "I've been with a lot of them, but none of them have ever turned me on like that."
"Why?" he asked me. "What did I do that was different?"
"You were just gentle," I said. "You seemed to care about me, not like them. They just liked to shoot their rocks off. But not you."
He started to laugh, and he was playing with my nipple the whole time as he did it.
"I think that there's another reason why you came," he said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Am I the first white man that you were ever with?" he asked me.
"Why, yes," I said. "But I really don't see what that has to do with anything."
"Don't argue with a historian," he said to me. "I know what I'm talking about. It's the same thing with all you black girls. You start to think back to your roots, and you see yourself in the slave position."
At that time, I was still rather tough, and quite adamant about my attitude. I hadn't even thought about what he was saying, but as he said it, it all sounded like a big bunch of bullshit to me.
I told him that, and he said that if I wanted, he would prove to me that I was a slave deep down inside, and that I would love to cater to him as my master.
"It's been the black-white story for years," he said to me. "That's the way it's always been, and that's the way it's still going to be."
He hopped off the bed, and started to walk out of the room. I followed him, because besides feeling a bit threatened, I also felt like I had just been challenged.
When we arrived in his den, I couldn't believe all the shit that he had there. The walls were filled with hung harnesses and whips.
"The slavery days have always been my favorite," he said, as he pulled down a harness. "This was actually worn by a slave when his master would take him into town to sell him. Or some of the studs would be forced to breed."
"Let me see that," I said.
I can't even begin to describe what it looked like. There were thin strips of leather connected here and there. I could see how you were supposed to fit one part over your shoulders, and I put it on.
There was another thick piece of leather that cut into my tits when I had it on, and Arnie started to laugh, telling me that this was made for men with strong chests, and not for women with big tits.
He took down another one, and I tried that one on. That one was made for a woman, because there were these leather straps that cut under the tits. They kind of pushed my tits upwards, and Arnie explained how slave traders used them so that the black women would seem like they had even bigger chests.
Mine was big to begin with, but with the tight strap pushing them up, they looked enormous.
I had this collar part around my neck, and there were these two leather straps hanging down behind my back. When I asked them what they were for, he laughed.
"I'll show you," he said, and before I could stop him, he pulled my hands behind my back and started to tie each one.
He didn't tie them together with the straps, but tied each one separately, using one strap around each wrist. When he was finished, my hands were bound to the sides of my body, and I couldn't move them.
"Now slave," he said to me, as he picked a whip off the wall, "you are about to get your first order from your master. Lick my foot."
He pushed me down on my knees and pushed his foot under my face. At first, I was a little humiliated, much like I had been the first time when my brother and my cousin had their way with me.
But as I started to realize how dominant he was like that, I started to feel this tingling in my cunt. Had it not been for the good sex we had had only a' few minutes before, I might have been furious.
But because I knew what a good fucker he was, and because I also knew that deep down, he was pretty much of a gentleman, I went along with it. I moved my long red tongue to his toes and started to lick them.
I dug my tongue between them, and he moaned loud as I did it.
Then, at one point, he cracked the whip on my back. I had been whipped by my father when I was younger, with a thick leather belt, and I knew that Arnie wasn't whipping me as hard as he could have.
So, you see, I knew all along that this was a form of slavery game.
, I started to love it more. As he told me to lick my way up his leg, I could see that his cock was starting to surge a little bit.
"Suck on my balls, slave," he said to me, and I sucked those two round nuts right between my lips. I loved the way that they tasted.
As I was sucking on them, he started to play with his cock. Soon, he had another hard-on, and when I let his balls fall from my mouth, and started to move them to his hard dick, he slapped me on the nose with it.
"I didn't tell you to suck my cock, slave," he said to me.
He slapped me again and again with his cock head, and I could feel my pussy beginning to get wet. My whole body was tingling, because it was the most exciting thing I had ever been involved with.
Usually, with those niggers who fucked me, they would just like to get their cocks hard, then fuck me until they came.
But Arnie was having fun playing with my wet cunt, and I love it.
He turned his back on me and told me to lick the sweat off his buttocks. I started to lick his ass cheeks, and I could taste a salty flavor. He was moaning very loud as I ran my tongue over those ass cheeks.
I liked the way that they tasted, and I could see, through his spread legs, that he was jerking on his cock to keep himself hard.
After I had licked his buttocks dry, he started to stand up again. He took a leash from off the wall and attached it to the collar part of the harness. Then, he told me to stay on my knees and follow him into his room.
Of course, I had no choice. He led me to his room, like a black dog.
At one point, I protested, and started to ask him what the point of this was.
When I did that, he turned around and slapped me on the face.
"If you were really a nigger, working down south in the slave days, you could be put to death for asking a question like that. That's radical thinking for niggers and because of it, you will be punished."
When we got to his bedroom, he threw me over the bed, face forward.
Then, I felt him whacking my ass with something. When I turned my head to look, I could see that it was a riding crop. He looked maniacal as he was whipping my ass, but by that time, my pussy was pressing against the bed, and I was creaming.
The whole thing was sensational. My buttocks were ultra-sensitive by that time, and I could feel a pleasure tingling each time he hit me.
I started to come right then and there, and he knew it. There was no way that I could disguise my heavy breathing.
As I was coming, he whipped me harder, telling me at the same time, that I shouldn't be coming because I was being punished.
Then, he walked around to my mouth and shoved his cock down my throat. I started to choke on it - because it entered me so unexpectedly, but he didn't keep it in my mouth for too long. He told me to get him nice and wet, because he was going to fuck me the way any white master would fuck his slave girl.
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I did get his cock wet. Then, he moved behind me and started to rub it between my brown buttocks.
That's when I knew he was going to fuck my asshole. I got scared shitless. I had never fantasized about having my ass fucked, because I always thought it would hurt too much.
As his cock head started to penetrate my asshole, he slid his hand under my body and started to finger my cunt. I was still coming by that time, and his fingers, wiggling my clit back and forth, made it even better.
When he had me in mid orgasm, he thrust his cock deep into my asshole.
I had thought that I was going to burn with pain, but all it did was loosen up the rest of my body. I could feel my head and mind exploding with pleasure, and it seemed like every nerve ending in my body was feeling it.
I started to squirm around. I wished, for those few seconds, that I could have had my hands free so I could have rubbed his buttocks. However, I wasn't going to stop him in the middle of his passion-ridden ass fuck.
Because I knew that he was feeling enormous pleasure. I could feel his cock throbbing the whole time it was in my asshole.
I loved it the most when he would thrust deep into my asshole and keep himself there, grinding his cock around.
He told me later that it was my sphincter muscle that he was hitting, and when they were massaged enough, you're whole body could relax.
My sphincter must have been more relaxed than ever.
Because I kept coming and coming. He knew it, too. He kept whispering in my ear, telling me that his cunt-probing fingers were on fire.
Of course, that was because my pussy was heated through and through. I loved what he told me, however, because it just made me come even more.
He fucked my asshole for about thirty minutes, before he started to shoot his cream inside of me. That was a warm, relaxing feeling, too.
As we started to come out of our orgasms, he rolled me over and moved his mouth down to my cunt, then started to eat out all the cream that I had built up inside of me the whole time. It was a great feeling.
He kissed me on the lips after that, then untied me.
"You were a good slave," he said. "I'm happy I met you."
"Does that mean it's over?" I asked him, because it almost seemed like he wanted me to get dressed and leave him.
"No," he said. "But most girls usually think that it is. Most of them are happy that it is, and they leave."
"Well, this is one nigger who ain't gonna do that," I said, and we laughed.
I've been seeing him now for about a year. There are weeks when I live with him and he's even talked about my giving up my apartment.
He says that it's senseless to pay two rents, but I just know that I have to keep my place, if for anything, for looks. I mean, if my folks ever knew that I was having a thing with a white man, and even more, living with one, they'd die.
Last week, in fact, we had a big fight about it. I had been staying over at his place for the third night in a row, when he started on it again. I was serving him supper, dressed in nothing but these black leather boots.
By the way, you might have noticed how I rub them every so often. Each time I do, I think about Arnie, since he was the one who gave them to me.
"You should move in here," he started to say. "You really should."
"Arnie, come on. We spoke about it and it just wouldn't work out. Now why don't you just shut up about it?"
"What did you say?" he asked, and I could see him surging with anger.
"I said shut up about it," I said to him.
"Obviously I have not trained my slave to respect me," he said.
He forced the food out of my hands and pulled me across his lap. He started to spank my ass, hitting me harder than any whip. I started to curse him out some more, and he pulled me to my feet, then dragged me into the bedroom.
He threw me on the bed, and before I knew it, my arms and legs were bound to the bedpost. Then, he started to whip me with a cat-o'nine tails. I could feel each individual tail lashing at my skin.
It felt kind of nice, at times, and at other times, it was painful.
But, as he was whipping me, he was getting turned on. I could see the bulge forming in his pants, and when I started to lick my lips, he gave in.
He pulled his cock out of his pants and sat on my tits. Then, he lifted my head up and made me lick his cock gently.
As he started to get more turned on, he was thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. When it seemed like he was about to come, he pulled back.
"Beg for it, nigger slave," he said to me. "Beg for it."
"No. I ain't gonna beg for anything," I said. "I just won't. I won't."
I could see a drop of come at the head of his cock, and when I tried to lick it away with my tongue, he just grabbed my tongue and pulled it.
"I have a whole load of come for you, if you beg me, bitch," he said.
I could see how red his cock was, and how he was holding himself at the base, just to keep from popping his nuts and shooting off.
I wanted it so bad, that I finally gave in and started to beg him.
As soon as I said it, I could see his white cream shooting out of his slit. I opened my mouth wide, and he kept pumping his cock so that he was shooting it all on my tongue. I kept my mouth open until his cock was drained, and even then, I sucked it between my lips as I started to swallow the come.
I'm moving in with him tomorrow. He just convinced me.
I know that it's his cock, because I love it. Also, I love this slave thing. I think it's great to have a man who loves to command you, so long as he knows how to turn you on and satisfy you, too.
I mean, had any of those niggers tried to do the same thing to me, when I was first learning about sex and never coming, I would have told them to go fuck themselves. But Arnie proved himself beforehand, and he deserved the right to be my one and only lord and master. And I'm his only slave.
CONCLUSION
As much as Iris seems content in her relationship with Arnie, and without trying to put a damper onto everything that she told me, I just asked her one question.
Was she turned on by Arnie because he was a white man?
If that was the case, then perhaps she is becoming his slave for the wrong reason. She seems to like doing it because he knows how to turn her on, but if his whiteness has anything to do with it, then it's very likely than any white man can do the same thing.
She seemed to look doubtful when I said that, so I asked her something else.
I asked her if she thought she would be able to come with a black man who was not as rough as the others had been, but, on the other hand, as gentle as Arnie?
That was a question that she could not answer, nor did she seem to want to.
Her desire not to answer the question told me many things, all of which were favorable. She is happier than ever with Arnie, and I guess that as long as she enjoys being his slave, there's no reason for her to look for anyone else.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Kimberly D. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Kimberly is a lovely girl, with child-like features. She has wide blue eyes and long blonde hair, and seems to have a constant look of wonderment on her face.
When she came to see me, she had come right from work. She was wearing a black dress, but no white apron to indicate that she was a hotel maid.
She seemed very much at ease in my office, and that gave me the chance to really take in her looks. She has smallish breasts, and very shapely legs. In some ways, I thought she might have had some exhibitionistic tendencies, because she was wearing a dress, and it somehow kept slinking further and further up her thigh.
Still, I paid attention to what she said, more than how she looked.
* * *
I imagine that anyone who has ever worked at a hotel must have seen some of the weirdest things going on. Anyway, when you work for one that is as sleazy as the one that I'm employed at, you do get to see it.
I'll never forget that on my very first day there, I heard this noise coming from one of the rooms. It seemed like someone might have been getting mugged or killed, because of the screaming and slapping that was going on.
I knew that it was against the rules to open the door without knocking, so I did knock. When no one answered, I used my pass key.
As I opened the door, just a little, I could see that there was this woman lying on the bed naked. There was a man sitting on her tits, fucking her face. I didn't get a look at his cock, but it was obviously his cock that was making her gag the way that she was. Neither one of them saw me, and I left as he started to slide his hand down between her legs and finger her spread, wet pussy.
I never told my boss or any of the other people on the staff about what I saw then, and I still never tell them. Let them get their own kicks.
Because, I'm going to be perfectly honest, I think I'm a voyeur. I love to come across these kind of things and watch for as long as I can.
One morning, I was going to clean a room. I knocked on the door, and there was no answer. So I opened the door, and that's when I saw this man sleeping. He had a cover pulled over him, but I could see that his cock was hard. It was forming a kind of tent under the covers.
Then, I noticed that he started to push the covers down. He moved his hand to his cock and began to stroke it. I wasn't sure if he knew that I was there, but, since he was sleeping, or pretending to be, and didn't open his eyes, it was easy for me to just stay there and watch it.
He started to get more and more turned on, and as he did, I could see a drop or two of come at the tip of his cock.
I started to lick my lips. I'm always getting horny when I see something like that, and I did think about going over and sucking his cock.
I didn't, however. I mean, what if he hadn't of wanted it, and he woke up screaming? I could have lost my job.
Instead, all I could do was stand there and watch him. Soon, I could see his cock head getting wetter, and then the come was pouring out of him. It was dripping all over his hand and his shaft, almost like when a volcano erupts and the lava starts to pour down on all sides of it.
I left after that, and didn't go back to the room until after he had checked out.
When I did go in there to clean up, I saw this thing lying on the dresser. There was a note next to it that said something like: I knew that you might want some, so I left you some behind.
It was a filled condom- I don't know how much come there was in it, but I'm sure he must have come in it more than once. I've never seen any man shoot off so much as there was in that one scumbag.
Normally, I do love the taste of come, when it's fresh from the cock. But cold come doesn't appeal to me, and I never did anything with it except flush it down the toilet. However, I knew that he had known I was in the room, and that was a big turn-on.
I learned, from that point on, never to underestimate a person. I learned that most of the people knew that I was watching, and that the ones who were exhibitionists were not going to say anything.
As far as my own sex life went up until the time I ran across the man who was into slave-training goes, it was fairly normal.
I lost my virginity when I was fifteen, to this big jock in high school. He had a nice cock, but not enough brains to really know how to use it well.
I had to drop out of high school at sixteen, because my father died and we didn't have that much money. That was when I started to work at the hotel.
On occasion, I will admit, I've made some extra money servicing people.
For instance, there was once this man who checked into the hotel. He didn't have any luggage with him or anything. The next morning, I knocked on his door. No one answered, so I stepped in.
I could see him sitting up in his bed, with nothing on. His cock was fully hard, and he was rubbing it.
"I was waiting for you to get here. In fact, I was really hoping that you would be the one to come. I want you."
He was good looking, I'll admit, but I didn't really think that I was going to get it on with some stranger. I had only been working at the hotel a few weeks, and I didn't- want to lose my job.
The man could see that I had some doubts, and that was when he offered me money.
He said that he would pay me fifty dollars if I would suck his cock, then let him eat my pussy out. No fucking involved at all.
Well, his cock did look inviting, and I knew that fifty dollars would have come in very handy. I made sure to get the money first, and then, once I had it in my hand, I moved my mouth down on his cock.
It tasted great. I could taste this salty flavor to it, and his cock bush was wet with sweat, and also had a nice male smell to it.
I started to pinch his nipples as I sucked him, and then, I could feel his come pouring into my mouth, very fast and steady.
I didn't even have to undress for him. All he wanted me to do was pull my dress up, and push my panties down a little.
I must have just pushed them down to my knees, and then, he moved his long tongue to my cunt lips and started to lick them.
He had a nice tongue, and I could feel the pleasures surging through me the second he started to lick me. He found my clit and wiggled it back and forth, then sucked it for a while. I liked the way that felt.
After I had come, and he had satisfied himself, he let me go.
I've had a few encounters like that. Some of them have been weird. Once, these two guys and a girl had checked into the hotel.
They were there for a few days, and I didn't really know how they were going at it. You see, each morning, when I'd see if they were in and then open the door, I would see the girl in a different bed with each guy. One morning she was in bed with one, and the next morning she was in bed with the other.
Then, on the third morning, they were all in the same bed.
By the fourth morning, one of them was up. "How come you knock, open the door, then leave?" this guy asked, and he was sitting up in bed and showing me the hard-on he had.
"I'm not supposed to come into the room to clean up when there are still people here," I told him. "I'd be fired."
"I want you to come into the room," he said to me, and he started to lick his lips.
He was pretty young, and very handsome. I moved in and closed the door behind me. Then, the other two kind of woke up.
It was the first time I ever got involved in a foursome, but I loved it. The guy who had let me in started to strip me, and soon, I was as naked as the other three.
Then, he started to fuck me. He turned me on with a little foreplay, too, but I was getting turned on watching the other two go at it. The other guy was fucking the girl from behind, shoving his huge dick in and out of her cunt. I could see the way that she was moaning, with her eyes closed and her mouth open. I could also see the way he was grinding his cock in and out of her at the same time that he was fucking her.
My guy wasn't that bad either. But he didn't come in me.
The two of them switched. Then, the other girl said that she wanted to -watch them both working me over.
Soon, I had a cock in my cunt, and one in my mouth. I couldn't believe it. I loved the way it felt, and tasted. I could feel the guy fucking my mouth pretty hard, but still, I was looking forward to him coming.
The one fucking my cunt started to come first, and when he did, I thought that I was on the verge of exploding myself. As he pulled out, I felt his mouth down by my cunt, eating me and bringing me to a peak.
The only thing was, it was the girl who was licking me. I didn't see until after I had sucked the cock in my mouth to orgasm. At first, I was a little outraged, but I couldn't argue with the feelings I had had.
She really knew what she was doing, and she made me reach a peak about three times before I just collapsed. Then, I had to shower and get back to work.
They left me with an incredible tip, too.
The man who I got into the slave game with was very strange.
He was at our hotel for about two weeks before I entered his room, and during those two weeks, I would pass by and hear strange sounds.
I would hear whips cracking and women moaning, but since the door was never opened, and since I wasn't allowed to open it, all that happened was my curiosity was aroused.
I never even saw him until the morning that I entered his room.
Of course, me and some of the other staff had tried to figure out what could have been going on in there.
"I think he's just a sadist," Myrtle, another maid, told me. "I can't imagine him whipping women for any other reason."
"I'm not sure," I said. "The women seem like they're loving it, and from the sounds I hear from him, he seems to love it, too."
I was so curious, that one day I did peek through the keyhole.
I could see that he had a woman tied across his bed, face down. He was whipping her pretty hard, and although I couldn't see his face from where I was, I could see that cock of his. It was beautiful, proud, and so long.
After he had whipped her, he moved his cock to her cunt and then entered her.
Deep down, I kept thinking that if I was ever with a man with a cock like that, I would probably let him do the same thing.
The morning when there was no noise from his room, and I opened the door and saw that he was still sleeping, I could finally see his face. He had short black hair and a fabulous looking face. I knew, right then and there, that I would most certainly be his slave, if only I could have that cock of his.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Kimberly came to see me, she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a pretty blouse. I thought that she had a much better looking figure with the tight jeans, and the open blouse revealed a great deal of cleavage.
Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she seemed to have that mischievous child-like smile on her face as she started to talk.
* * *
I'll never forget just standing there and thinking about how I would like him. Because, I had already seen his cock, and by that time, I could see his face.
It was almost as if he was reading my mind. As I stood there, he started to-toss and turn in bed. Then, he sat up.
"Are you next?" he asked me, and I didn't know what he was talking about. He pushed the covers down, and I could see that he was naked.
He had a hairy body, and his cock was bobbing up and down.
"Well, close the fucking door and then put this on," he said to me.
I closed the door, knowing well that I could be fired if my boss ever knew about this. I walked toward him and took what he handed me.
It was a pair of silky panties and a matching bra, all in black.
He stroked his cock as I slid out of my dress and underwear, and then when I put on what he had given me, he called me over.
He forced me to my knees and made me started to suck on his cock. As. I did, I felt him yanking my hands behind my back, and tying them with a thick rope.
"Now you are my slave, and you will do everything I tell you," he said, and he commanded me to suck on his balls.
Much as I loved balls, I really loved cocks more than anything else. I kept sucking on his cock, until he grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back. He slapped me across the face a few times.
"A good slave listens to what her master tells her," he said to me.
I licked my way down to his balls and started to suck on them. I kept looking into his eyes, and he seemed so beautiful.
I could hear him moaning as I sucked his balls, so I knew that I was doing a pretty good job of it.
Then, he stood up. He leaned forward and told me to lick his balls and his asshole from behind. I did as he ordered.
"That's an obedient girl," he said to me. "Now kiss my feet."
"Fuck off," I said to him. "I'm not going to do that kind of shit.'" He leaned over and picked something up from near the bed. As he whirled around, I could feel the whip landing on my tit.
He had such good aim. The very tip of the leather hit my nipple, and the stinging feeling was also accompanied by some pleasure.
"Linda told me to be hard on all you hookers," he said to me. "I'm gonna teach you right, even if I bruise your body and put you out of work for a few days."
I began to understand certain things. It seemed like he was working for some madame, getting her hookers in training. He was obviously working out of the hotel room, taking them on one at a time.
He'd also mistaken me for one of them. I would have told him the truth, but the thought of getting that cock in the end was too great.
I wanted it more and more by that time, and if I had to be his slave for a while, I knew that I could get by.
He whipped me a few more times, and soon, the leather was feeling nice.
"Now, lick my fucking feet, you bitch," he screamed at me.
"All right. I will," I said, and I moved my tongue down there.
But, before, I could touch his feet, he pulled them away.
"I will, what?" he asked, and he screamed it a few times.
Finally, I knew what he was wanting me to say, and I said it.
"I will, master."
He seemed to love it when I said that, and then, he shoved his foot near my face. I started to run my tongue between his toes, and all over his foot. Then, I started to lick my way up his thigh, toward his cock.
I could tell that he was getting worked up because he started to moan. He lay back on the bed and let me touch his cock with my mouth. But the second that I did, he grabbed my head and yanked it back.
"I didn't tell you to do that yet," he said, as he glared into my eyes. "You must learn to proceed only when told to."
"Yes, master," I said, and I could feel a tingling in my cunt.
I was really starting to get off on the game. However, I was well aware of the time. I didn't think that I should stay there more than a few more minutes, because I had a lot of other rooms to clean.
When I asked him if we could make this fast, he started to laugh. He said that if it took all day, that's how long it would take.
That was when I knew I had to be honest with him. I told him that I was the maid at the hotel, and that I had to get back to work soon.
When he heard that, he started to laugh.
"You cunts will say anything to get out of it, won't you?" he asked me.
Well, I sensed that I would have to do something, but I didn't know what. I decided that I would be his most perfect slave ever, doing anything and everything that he wanted me to do.
When he told me to crawl on my stomach, and that was really all I could do because my hands were still tied behind my back, I crawled.
At one point, he told me to- eat out his asshole, and I did that, too.
I must have been there for about an hour before he decided that he was going to fuck me. He threw me across the bed, face forward.
I started to roll over onto my back, and even though he was mad, when I spread my legs for him to let him know that I wanted him to enter me, he was more than willing.
By that time anyway, his cock was pulsating with pleasure.
He entered me good and hard, pressing his weight down on top of me. I could feel my entire body starting to swell with pleasure as he thrust his cock in and out of me with a tremendous force.
He was thrusting upwards, and his cock was making great contact with my clit. I know that he was fucking me in that way, with that very thought in mind. In fact, I must have been one of the best fucks he had ever had.
He didn't even keep me tied up for the whole thing. He started to open the bonds around my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around his back.
I kept sliding my hands up and down his body, and when I felt his ass and how taut his buttocks were, it was a nice feeling.
As his cock started to pulsate inside of me, he slowed down, then waited until he could feel my cunt spasming around him before he started to come. He shot thick loads of cream into my pussy.
As his cock was going limp, he kissed me hard on the lips, and then, as he pulled out of me, he started to talk to me.
"I'm sorry about this whole thing," he said. "I know that you weren't lying to me now. I thought that you were."
"How did you know that I wasn't?" I asked him.
"When I started to fuck you, it was easy to tell. You see, I've been with so many whores, that you tend to know when you're with one. You can feel them really giving nothing back, but just letting you fuck them.
"You were different. You really started to give back, and I could feel how much you were getting into it."
"But aren't you a whore trainer?" I asked. "I mean, that's what I imagine."
"Yes, I am," he said to me. "But you can train a girl to be a slave, but you can't train her to make her pussy spasm. Most of the hookers hardly ever come."
He started to help me dress, and as I was leaving his room, he kissed me again. He told me that he had had more fun with me than with anyone else, and then he asked me if I would like to come back to his room later.
I thought it would be fun, and so, I did go. That second time, later that night, after he had had a whore over, he really made me his slave.
You see, as he told me after he had me tied, this time I had wanted it because I came back, and so, he knew he could do whatever he wanted.
, He first made me wait on him hand and foot, and then tied me up. When he started to fuck me, I loved the way it felt.
In fact, I've been back there almost every day since, after hours, because I know that if I go during working hours, I might get caught. You see, I can't just go there and spend only a few minutes. Those minutes always drift off into hours.
CONCLUSION
I tend to wonder if Kimberly really enjoys being a slave, as most girls do, deep inside, or if it was just many of the preceding events that led her to enjoy it. For one thing, she had witnessed this man in his slave rituals before, and she had also been very turned on by the looks of his body.
All of this came in her role as voyeur, and not once did she think about what it would be like to be the slave.
It was not until she found herself in the role that she discovered what it was like. And, if you notice in her transcript, there were many moments on indecision, when she wasn't at all sure if she wanted to be there.
Still, I imagine her going back says something about her nature, and since she has continued, maybe Kimberly really is a slave, deep down inside. And she must be one of the most beautiful looking slaves this man has ever had.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Ilsa G. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ilsa is a lovely Swedish girl with long straight blonde hair, and a winsome smile. When she came to see me, she was wearing a cheerleading outfit, which told me something about where she is at.
I could see her long, shapely, golden legs, and her firm buttocks because of the tights she was wearing. She also had a lovely chest, and I can imagine that when she does her cheers at her school, most of the people watch her rather than the game.
She was also very willing to talk, and proceeded immediately.
* * *
I never thought that it would happen when I decided to hide in the locker room and watch the boys undressing, but it did happen. I mean, they did gang up on me, and they tied me up as I struggled.
Then, Jim, the biggest boy on the team, and the one who I had really snuck in to see, made me suck him off and also do the others.
It was degrading in some ways, but the scent of males was all over the room, and that helped to turn me on enough so that it wasn't so bad after all.
Besides, after the thing that I went through in Sweden, it was nothing. - You see, I lost my virginity in Sweden when I was fourteen. I did not want to lose it, but I had no choice.
I will admit, doctor, that I was something of a cock teaser, even back then. There were a few boys in my class that I liked to taunt. I would always try to let them see as much of me as I could, but never say anything or go any further.
One boy in particular, Swen, was a handsome lad. He had broad shoulders, and he was more bold than the others.
One day he came up to me and asked me why I was like I was.
"And what do you mean by that, Swen?" I asked, in a nasty tone.
"Well, you always make us think that you want us, and then when we show you that we want you, you turn away."
"I have never done anything to make you think I want you," I said.
Even as I spoke, I know, I was licking my lips in the most seductive of manners. I looked at his crotch, too, and I could see that a bulge was starting to form there. I liked the way it looked, but did not know if I wanted it.
"Come with me," Swen said, and he grabbed by hand before I could pull away.
We were outside, and he started to lead me toward a deserted building. I did not want to go with him, and tried to pull away. His grip was too strong.
As soon as we were inside, I could see that a few of the other boys were there. Swen started to open my blouse as another boy grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. Once my blouse was open, he started to suck on my stiff red nipples.
Then, he moved his mouth down and pushed my panties down at the same time. I was embarrassed to be naked in front of all of them.
As he started to eat me, I started to moan. I could feel my pussy getting wet, but then, when I looked around and saw that most of the boys had their cocks out, I did not like it at all.
I started to curse at Swen, and he stood up and slapped me across the face.
That was when I saw that he had his cock out. He forced me to my knees and shoved it into my mouth. I could feel it swelling even more as I started to suck on it.
At the same time, I was being pulled up a little from behind.
I could feel someone shoving his cock right into my pussy. I did not like the feeling of it. It was forced right in, and I could feel my hymen breaking.
That was the worst part of it all. He kept thrusting even after I felt the initial painful explosion, and I didn't like that.
My blood was the only thing that was lubricating me at the time.
Swen must have known how I was feeling, because I must have started to bite into his cock. He told the guy behind me to slow down a little bit, and when he did, I could feel the pleasure starting to take over.
He came in my cunt fast, and then Swen started to shoot off in my mouth.
As his come slid down my throat, I was disgusted. I did not mind the come in my cunt, but the taste of it in my mouth was not pleasing.
But that was not the end of it. I had to take on all of them, and they were all laughing as they took turns with me.
All the boys that I had once come on to, and then scorned, were finally getting their chance to get even with me. I could feel one cock taking the place of another one, and they were all coming in my mouth or cunt.
One of the cocks in my cunt felt the best, because the boy (whoever he was, for I always had a cock in my mouth, and did not get a chance to look at any of the boys who entered me), started to finger my pussy at the same time.
Then his cock felt nice inside of me, and when I spasmed hard around him, he started to come. I was drained by the time it was all over.
And all the boys ran out on me, except for Swen. He helped me to dress.
"I am sorry that I had to do this," he said. "But you must learn that it is not wise for you to be a cock teaser."
"But I am not," I said to him, as I buttoned my blouse.
"Yes, you are. You have always been that way, whether you know it or not."
I acted like I didn't. Although, deep down, I had known what I was doing to all those boys there, and I liked it.
When we walked out of the building, he put his arm around my shoulder. He walked me home, then kissed me on the lips.
I loved the way his tongue tasted in my mouth, and after the kiss, he told me that he really liked me.
"In fact, I would like to see you again," he said to me.
I was more than happy, for Swen was the nicest looking boy in my school. We started to date, and he knew how to handle remarks from the other boys who made fun of him. You see, since most of them had been there when I was raped, they all thought that I was some kind of a whore or something.
Swen put them all into their place, and he even got into a few fights over me. I was very proud of him for doing what he did.
The more time I spent with him, the more I learned how to love his cock.
It was long and golden, and I soon was able to take him deep in my throat. Also, I loved the taste of his come, after getting used to it, and loved to suck his long cock while he was licking my pussy at the same time.
He fucked me once and I will never forget how great it was. We were in his bedroom and we started to fool around.
Soon, he was pulling my panties down, opening his zipper, then sliding his cock into my cunt. He was much more gentle than any of the boys had been that time in the deserted building, and I loved it when my pussy started to spasm around him.
Even then, he did not come. He was able to hold back for a long time, and when he did finally start to shoot off, it was a pleasant feeling.
After dating him for about a year, my father told us all that we would be moving to America. I was very upset.
My sister, Inga, kept telling me that I would meet another boy when I started to go to school, and I knew that she was right.
But that last night with Swen was filled with tears and sorrow. I was even crying as I sucked his cock for the last time, because I knew that I would never see him again. Oh, we did talk about how he would come to America in the future, but I knew that with the passage of time, we would forget all our plans.
America was hard for me at first. I spoke broken English, and I was entering a high school filled with kids who had known each other for years. I was the one and only outsider, and I had to do things to fit in.
That was one of the reasons I became a cheerleader.
They were looking for attractive girls who could do things with their body, and I had been practicing cheers and things like that in Sweden.
I tried out, and I knew that I impressed almost everyone, because from that day on, I had more friends than I knew what to do with.
Most of the best looking girls were cheerleaders, and as long as they were all my friends, I didn't care about the others. Plus, the cheerleaders got to go out with all the jocks in the school.
You know what jocks are, don't you? They're the ones who are big into sports, and are usually the most athletic, with the finest bodies.
Since we had almost every kind of team, we would be doing our cheering all year round. Fall was for baseball, and winter was for football. During the spring, we would cheer on the basketball team.
It was while we were into winter that I noticed Jim.
He was the broadest shouldered boy on the football team. He would wear tight pants, and I thought that he must have had a nice cock.
One day, I was talking with my friend Laurie about it. She was a pretty redhead, and in some ways, I was so happy that we were friends. In all modesty, I had replaced her as the most beautiful girl in the class, and I would have thought that she'd be very jealous of me. But she must have realized that if she was jealous, everyone would know why, and so, she was sweet.
"I have always wanted Jim," she said to me, "but he doesn't seem to want anyone."
I had to know what he looked like naked, to know if I wanted him. And I was sure that once I saw him naked, I would get him. I knew I would, but I never knew that I would have to be his slave to the others, too...
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Ilsa came to see me, she was wearing a short skirt and a nice blouse. She still looked very much like a cheerleader overall, but she was as bright and bubbly as she had been the first time.
I noted a hint of sorrow in her voice, however, as she started talking about her encounter in the locker room. I sensed it was because even though she felt degraded and humiliated, she was hoping for some kind of relationship with Jim, the same way it had happened with Swen.
This, however, did not materialize.
I knew that if I got downstairs one day before all of them got down from the game, I would be able to hide. That was kind of hard, however, because the cheerleaders were expected to stay up until after the team left the field.
I told the captain of the cheerleaders that I was not feeling well a few minutes before the end of the game, and because of that, I was able to leave.
I snuck down into the locker room. The scent of men was all over, and as I smelled it, I could feel a tingling in my pussy.
I thought that I would masturbate as I watched them all.
You see, I had been in America for almost a year by that time, but I was not letting any boy touch me. I was very horny.
I opened a locker and hid inside. As I was there, I pulled my cheerleader skirt and panties down, and started to finger myself.
Then, I heard the noise from upstairs, and I knew that they were all on their way down. As the door opened, I could hear them talking, and I knew from the tone in their voices that they had won.
I could see out of the locker, and I watched for Jim. His locker was near where I was, and as he started to undress, I could see his hairy chest. Then, he pulled off his pants and his underpants, and I saw his cock.
Since it was limp, I could not tell how hung he really was. His pubic patch was filled with sweat, but I was still turned on.
I started to play with myself, and that was when I got so excited. I leaned forward and the door fell open, and I fell to the floor.
My fingers were still in my cunt at the time, and when Jim saw my lying there, he started to laugh. At the same time, I could see that his cock was beginning to get stiffer and stiffer as he laughed.
He rubbed himself, and soon, he was hard as a rock.
"You wanted to be here, now suck it," he said to me.
I didn't want to do that. I just wanted to see him, and as I stood up, I tripped over my panties again. He pushed me down on my knees.
When I made fists, and tried to hit him on the chest, he grabbed by hands. He tied them behind my back, using his wet, sweaty jock strap.
I was shocked when he did that, but what could I do. He pulled my head to his cock and forced it into my mouth. By that time, most of the others were gathered around and they were watching me. I could look around a little, and I saw that most of the guys on the team were all naked.
"What is she doing down here?" I heard one of them asking.
"She wanted to suck my cock, so she made a special appearance," Jim said. "Then she chickened out, so I tied her up. Now she's my slave."
"Then make her take us all on," I heard another voice say.
I could feel hands all over me then, and soon, I was stripped naked. They pushed my head back to Jim's cock, and he forced me to keep sucking him. Hands were pulling on my tits and plucking at my nipples.
Other hands were moving down to my cunt, spreading my thick red cunt lips and starting to finger my clit. I could feel some pleasure then.
Soon, I guess, I was into it. I started to suck his cock harder, and I could feel him shooting off in my mouth. Then, before I could do anything, I was turned around and another cock was forced between my lips.
I felt Jim moving his mouth down to my cunt. He started to lick my pussy from behind, and as good as that felt, I didn't want to suck anyone else. In fact, I really hadn't wanted to suck him, but he had forced me.
"Go on, suck him off, slave," Jim was moaning, and I could feel his tongue flicking my clit back and forth, hard.
I started to come then, and I could feel him sucking out all my cream.
The boy in my mouth started to explode then, and I could feel the come shooting right down my throat. As soon as he was finished, there was another boy who moved to take his place.
It was just like my first rape. After one came in my mouth, there would be another one ready, willing and able, to take over.
When I felt a cock near my asshole, I knew that it was Jim. He was rubbing his dick between my buttocks, and I could feel it getting stiffer. I did not want him to fuck me in the ass, but there was nothing that I could do.
He greased himself up, then slid into me.
It was painful, at first, but then, he started to play with my nipples. At the same time, he held my mouth open for the next cock.
To be honest, I was hoping that something would happen between Jim and I, the same way something had happened between me and Swen.
But it never did. He kept fucking my asshole until he had come, and by that time, I think I had sucked off the whole team.
I must admit that as I looked around the room, I could see that they were all very good looking boys. They were all muscular, and big, and I knew it was because they were the prize jocks in the school.
The first boys who had taken me, in Sweden, were just boys. Some of them were thin, and others were fat. Some were handsome, and others were ugly.
But that time in the locker room, they were all good looking. They were all so handsome, and I think that the smallest cock was about six inches long. Other cocks were at least nine or ten inches in length.
After they had finished with me, I could hear some kind of noise. The coach had heard something going on, and when he saw me lying in a heap on the floor, he started to yell at me, telling me that they were not supposed to be fucking.
"We have another game tomorrow. Do you want to wipe them all out so that they don't have any energy to play tomorrow? Is that what you want?"
"Aw, don't worry coach," I heard Jim saying, "she didn't wipe us but. She was fun for some laughs, but shit, I ain't wiped out."
I could hear all the others echoing his sentiments, and then I started to pull up my panties, put my uniform back on, and leave.
The next day, I was so embarrassed as I had to do my cheers. I could see the way all of the guys on the team were looking at me with lust in their eyes. But Jim hardly paid any attention to me at all.
During half-time, I went up to him and asked him what was wrong.
"With what?" he asked. "What do you want? You want me to fall in love-with you because I fucked you? Get with it."
"I do not know what you mean by that," I said.
"You were nice for a quick, fun fuck, and the whole thing was pretty exciting down in the locker room and all. But that's all it was. A quick fuck."
"Do you not have any respect for me?" I asked him.
"You got it, Inga. Any bitch who's gonna come down to a locker room and do what you did doesn't deserve respect. But, if you would like to be my slave, maybe we could work something out."
"What do you mean?"
"You would have to do everything that I tell you to do. If I wanted you to fuck a friend for me, that would have to happen. Of course, I'll reward you with my own dick once in a while, but only when I want to."
I thought that was the most insulting thing possible. I was not going to let him put me in a position like that.
But even now, as I am sitting here, I am thinking that maybe it would not be so bad. He had the most beautiful cock out of all the boys, and I think that I would look good walking down the hall with him.
I know that everyone would look up to me, and he would probably be able to get them all to respect me again, the way that Swen did.
I do not know. There is only another year before I get out of high school and start going to college. I have heard that many students are going to different schools, so wherever I go, I can always start over again.
I will have to decide soon. I would like to be with Jim one more time, and if there is any way that I can, I will.
CONCLUSION
Ilsa is a girl who obviously does not learn from her mistakes. In Sweden, she was very much the flirt, and the boys got her because of it. In the United States, she was not so much a flirt, but, she was too curious.
She let herself get into a position where she could be used again.
If she lets Jim make her his permanent slave, I do not think she will like some of the things that he makes her do. She should remember that he is the one who tied her hands with his jock strap, and he is the one who forced her to go down on all the others as they gathered around.
Were she to go back to him, he would think that she was willing to do anything. Since she is still new in the states, she obviously does not know some of the degrading things that she can be put through.
Still, the decision is hers to make.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Judy B. AGE: Twenty-One
INTERVIEW ONE
Judy B. was a short, attractive red-head with a tight, compact little body that perfectly suited her size and height. She came into my office one spring afternoon, seemingly quite calm and sure of herself.
I offered her the chair across from my desk, but she declined, instead, seating herself on the couch in the corner of the room. I followed her over and sat down in the chair across from her.
While Judy did not seem particularly upset over anything, it was clear to me that something was troubling her. She had dark, large bags under her eyes indicating she hadn't been sleeping well, and her hands gripped and squeezed each other, self-consciously, as she spoke.
* * *
Well, Doctor, I feeling a little strange sitting and talking to you, I never thought I would ever have to see a psychiatrist, you know?
The whole thing started a few months ago, when Martin came into my life. Until then, I was a fairly normal young woman, I mean, I had dates with men, and occasionally sex, so I wasn't exactly all alone in the world.
At first, I thought this strange fetish of his would pass, and I just went along with it to please him, you know? But, God, after awhile I realized that both of those things were wrong, very wrong.
In other words, Martin's desires weren't going to go away, and I wasn't just going along with them, either! Jesus, when I think about it... well, let me begin at the beginning, maybe then you can figure it out for me.
I met Martin at the office where I work. We are an advertising firm, usually specializing in men's clothing. Martin was a rather famous model in the trade. He was known as a hard worker, if a bit of a perfectionist.
From the moment I met him, I felt something between us. You know how that happens. You just make eye contact, and that's it. Well, with Martin and I, it was just like that. One look and we both were hooked!
"And who is this lovely vision?" he asked Julia, my boss. His voice was liquid charm, but it didn't seem phony to me. A real change from the normal men we have to deal with, I assure you.
Julia laughed and shook her head. "This is Judy, Martin," she chuckled, waving her hand in my direction. "She'll be working with you throughout the campaign."
I was rather nervous to say the least, and blushing like mad. He was still holding my hand in his, and despite the heat of the flood-lamps, both of our hands were very cool and dry.
He lifted my fingers to his lips and brushed them lightly back and forth. "I am sure we're going to get along famously," he cooed. "I have a feeling this is the beginning of a delightful friendship."
That was putting it mildly. I was taken with him right from the start. All day long I could do little more than stare at him longingly. Julia kept dropping in on the photo sessions and she found my mooning rather amusing.
"God, Judy, if you don't quit gawking at the poor man, he won't be able to concentrate at all," she scolded me in a mocking tone. "You're boring holes in him with those piercing eyes of yours!"
I didn't react to that at all. In fact,. I hardly heard her, and I didn't give a damn. I had never been so attracted to a man before in my life, and I just knew that I had to have him before I could figure anything else out!
The sessions were very, very long and I had a real chance at seeing a master model at work. Half the time, he told the photographer what to do. Setting the angles and lighting. He really knew what worked best.
I got more of an education in pictures that afternoon than in all my years at college and all the time I had spent with the firm. It was a real learning experiencing, just watching Martin work.
It was a long day, what with Martin's demands and all the work that had to be done. By the time the last shot was finished, it was nearly eight at night and both of us were just about starving.
He invited me out to dinner, but I quickly offered to cook him a meal at my place, instead. He smiled at me knowingly, making me blush again, and accepted without another word on my part.
"I can't think of anything more enjoyable, right now, than spending a nice, quiet evening with you," he told me, kissing my hand again. "It beats going to some greasy diner anytime, I'm sure."
"I don't know about that, you haven't tasted my cooking," I joked as we left the office. "You might change your mind after I feed you!"
He laughed at that as we got into a cab. He patted my hand and smiled at me with the' nicest blue eyes I could ever imagine. "Now, now, my dear," he said softly. "None of that, I think you're a peach of a girl, and I don't want any arguments about it!"
I sat there, as we rode toward my apartment, climbing higher and higher on a cloud that didn't seem dangerous to me at all.
Once we got to my place, I made him a drink and had him sit on my couch while I saw to dinner. Our conversation wasn't strained at all, and it seemed like I had known him for years, rather than just a few hours.
For the first time in ages, I cooked a decent meal. The stake came out just right and the rest of the meal was great, also. I loved the way he attacked his food, eating as if he hadn't in days. He was done in about half the time it took me to eat, and he settled back with his wine, watching me finish my meal, a cool, loving look in his eyes. I was getting more and more turned on with each passing moment, and I hardly knew what to make of my desire for him.
Nobody had ever had this effect on me before, and it was unnerving to say the least. Not that I didn't like it, God, I loved just being close to him. but I have to admit I was a little uneasy with my emotions.
When our meal was concluded, I cleared away the plates and leaned back against the couch, my eyes closed, just savoring the meal and his presence. It wasn't long before he took my glass from my hand and began to kiss me.
His mouth was cruel and sensual, and felt incredibly pleasing against my own. I felt his tongue slithering back and forth across my teeth, wickedly trying to part them and gain access to my inner chamber.
I dropped my hand to his lap, hungrily, and began to knead his loins, but his cock hardly stirred at all. I heard him moaning, but it didn't sound as if it were a noise of pleasure at all.
I opened my eyes and pulled away from him for a bit. "What's the matter, Martin?" I whispered anxiously. "Don't you find me appealing? Don't I turn you on?"
He shook his head and groaned. "It isn't that, darling Judy, ohh, God, if it were only that," he moaned. His voice was so tortured and broken, that I felt a deep aching in my heart for him.
"Then tell me what the problem is, maybe I can help," I urged him, lifting his head up and staring into his eyes. "I want to help, Martin, truly, I do!"
His fists were opening and closing, spasmodically, as he looked so upset and tortured that I wanted to cry. He shook his head savagely, as if he did not want to reveal his dreaded secret to me.
"If I tell you, you must promise not to hate me," he whispered frantically. "If nothing else, you must promise me that, you must, you must!"
"Ohhh, God, Martin, I do, I won't hate you, no matter what," I sobbed, the tears coming to my eyes for him now. "I swear, darling, I don't care what it is!"
He nodded and sighed, heavily. He took both of my hands in his big, strong paws and squeezed them tightly. "I can only get turned on by tying a woman up and beating her," he moaned, his voice so thick with worry and doubt that I could barely understand him. "I don't need to hurt, but I do need to discipline someone to get excited!"
I looked at him, the words hardly sinking into my mind. I understood what he was saying, but I couldn't really grasp the meaning of it.
"You want to tie me up and beat me, before we have sex?" I said, not really knowing if it was a question or a statement. "I don't know about that, but I'll try it."
He stared at me lovingly. "You mean that, you really mean that?" he whispered anxiously, almost trembling now. "You would really do that for me?"
I nodded, already realizing that I would do anything to have him in bed, then, just about anything. "I trust you, Martin," I explained, surprised at . how matter-of-fact my voice sounded. "I honestly trust you not to hurt me!"
"I won't, I swear I won't," he whispered hungrily. He got up from the couch and took my hand. I allowed him to find the way to my bedroom and once in there, he instructed me to undress and lie face down on the bed.
Quickly I stripped off my blouse and skirt, slithering my panties and panty hose down over my legs. I never wear a bra, I really don't need one, and in a matter of a few moments, I was naked and waiting for him.
He removed his clothing almost as fast as I did, and soon we were both trembling, nude and sweating with anticipation beside my bed. I stared at his cock, limp between his legs and felt a strange quivering in my loins.
"Do whatever you have to do, now, Martin," I whispered hungrily, my pussy beginning to throb demandingly. "Hurry, darling, hurry! I want you excited right now!"
"Lie down on the bed, bitch," he hissed, his voice suddenly taking on a harsh, cruel tone. He shoved me backwards and I flopped down on the bed with a thud. Quickly he flipped me over on my belly.
He ran through my drawers until he found a few extra pair of panty hose and he used these to tie my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. In a few short minutes, I was bound tightly, my limbs stretched taut, my thighs spread wide.
I watched as he reached down for his pants and stripped the belt from the loops. My belly rumbled with a mixture of fear, and something I could only call excitement as he slowly came over to the bed.
"Now you're going to get it, bitch," he hissed, draping the cool, thick leather of the belt across my buttocks. "Now you're going to pay for being such a cunt!"
What can I say? As savage and mean as his voice sounded, he didn't scare me at all. I watched him lift his arm high over his head, with hardly a trace of fear in me at all, at that point.
"Yes, Martin, yes," I whispered excitedly, wiggling my buttocks in what I hoped was an enticing fashion. "Beat me now, darling, ohh, God, beat me now!"
Now, I was just playing the game at that point, but even then, I could sense and hear a note of desire in my voice that shocked me. I had never considered the idea of bondage and discipline as a prelude to sex before, but suddenly, it was becoming something very enticing indeed.
His arm fell with a swift, cruel power and the belt cracked loudly against the soft flesh of my buttocks with a loud, almost wet smack. Instantly the pain tore through my bottom, searing me almost to the depths of my bones.
I screamed, quivering with agony, the white-hot flame of pain roaring through my flesh. He laughed, savagely and brought the belt down against my defenseless shoulders, wickedly twisting his wrist with a jerk.
God, I can't describe how that felt, I just can't! It was as if he had drawn a cruel, jagged knife across my back, cutting deep into my flesh. I screamed again and noticed his prick beginning to harden.
"That's it, cunt, that's it, whore," Martin growled, lashing the base of my spine with the belt. "I want to hear you scream, bitch, scream and beg me for mercy!"
Again he brought the belt down in a swift, compelling arch, crashing the cruel, cold leather against my quivering half moons. The pain was so intense that it created a fine red mist in front of my eyes.
Never before had I felt that kind of hurt, and while it scared me terribly, I can't help but admit, that it really, really turned me on. I was feeling more and more warm and moist in my cunt and I realized that it was the beating that was getting me so turned on.
"Harder, darling, harder," I moaned, rocking from left to right, quivering under the effects of yet another blow. "Oooo, it feels so good, it hurts so nice! Harder, Martin, harder, darling, yes!"
He was sweating freely, now, and not merely from the effort of beating me. He took careful, measured strokes as he brought the belt down on my ass and shoulders, each lash lingering long enough to allow the pain to sink in.
I could see his cock growing thicker and harder, beginning to quake, powerfully between his legs, and the sight of the massive pole expanding and pulsating with the fevered blood that was filling it, brought more and more aching desire to my loins.
"You worthless bitch, you shitty cunt," he growled, cracking the tip of the belt viciously against the base of my spine. "You whore, scream! Scream, bitch, scream!"
I was sobbing, now, thrilling to the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure I was feeling under the blows. Never had the sensation of hurting been so wonderful to me, never had agony done this to me before.
I twisted and turned under the blows, gasping for breath through my pain. "Umm, again, darling, hit me again!" I cried, lifting my body up, straining against the panty hose that held me, to meet the falling weapon.
"Ohh, God, please, please don't hurt me," I moaned, trying to get as much into the role as he wanted me to. "Do anything to me, anything but this," I wailed.
He laughed savagely and seemed to redouble his efforts with my pleading. Harder and harder he rained the blows down upon me. I sobbed and shuddered, twisting and turning under the never-ending assault. "That's it, you cunt, that's it, you whore," he growled, his voice completely strange and different now. "Take your punishment, slut, take it good, you pig!"
Harder and harder he beat me. I could feel the welts rising up on my buttocks, quaking and stinging each time the belt caressed them. I sobbed, the tears pouring from my cheeks now, my cunt on fire with wanting.
He worked the belt up and down my spine so expertly, it was as if he were playing so weird, sexual instrument. The cruel lash bit deep into my spine, curled and danced across my shoulders then sliced viciously across my bottom once more.
My whole body felt wracked with pain and I screamed . almost in anticipation with an exquisitely agonized blow, now. I howled in pain as the belt kissed my thighs, leaving a bright, red stripe in its wake. .
Now, through my tears and the red mist of agony, I could see his prick, hard and pulsating, longer and thicker than I had imagined. It was such a marvelously powerfully looking tool, that it took my breath away.
I yearned to touch it, kiss it, suck it, have it throbbing and pounding inside of me. As he cracked the belt against my buttocks again, I could not help but call out, begging him for the wonderful, tool.
"Fuck me, now, Martin, ohhh, God, fuck me now," I gasped, almost unable to speak, so harsh and aching was the pain that rippled through me, now. "Please, please, Martin, fuck me hard, right now!"
Martin was truly excited now, caught up in the passionate violence of his beating. Again and again he struck me, almost out of control, now, though I wasn't afraid at all by this time.
"I'll fuck you, bitch, I will," he groaned, cracking the belt against my shoulders again and again. "By God, I'll give you a fucking you'll never forget, you worthless, stinking cunt!"
He must have struck me a dozen more times, and each one was harder than the last. I was almost at the point of fainting from the pain, and my mind was dizzy and black as he rained the blows down upon me.
Suddenly he tossed the belt aside, quickly climbing up onto the bed and settling down between my aching, welted thighs. I felt his fingers slither along my inner limbs, pinching and caressing me, cruelly.
My pussy was soaking wet with love juice by now, the thick, creamy fluid seeping thickly from my loins. I gasped in pleasure as I felt his fingers riding up and down along my cunt petals, squeezing and tugging on them, wickedly.
"Ohhh, yes, Martin, yes," I moaned, shivering and twisting with the lovely, warm, pulsations that roared in my womb. "Ummm, hard, baby, fuck me so hard! Ohhh, darling, darling, give it to me, now!"
I was insane with wanting, Doctor. Never before in my life had I ever, ever been this turned on! My cunt throbbed violently as I felt him drive two fingers inside of me, and I gasped and sobbed with delight., Hungrily he powered the digits deep into my cunt, rolling and turning them until he had them buried deep in the pit of my loins. My pussy quaked around his shaft, violently, my flesh seared with the delicious delight of his brutal attack.
He pumped the thick, long spears in and out of me, half a dozen times, spreading my tunnel wide in preparation for his cock. I sobbed and screamed with pleasure, aching to feel his shaft inside me, then.
"I'm gonna fuck you, slut," he growled, inching his prick up along my damp, quivering inner thighs. "Am I ever gonna fuck you, now! Get ready bitch, get ready for this cock, right now!"
"Yes, Jesus, ohhh, God, yes," I screamed, rocking from side to side, grinding my pussy down hard on his hand. "Umm, give it to me, Martin, give it all to me!"
I felt him withdrawing his fingers, and then I screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he felt the huge, throbbing tip of his shaft between my cunt lips. He gasped his own delight and thrust forward, ruthlessly, driving his cock to the hilt in my hot, wet passage.
How wonderful it felt to have his prick slithering violently along my damp, quaking tunnel. It seemed to fill me to bursting, and the way the steaming blood roared through it, forcing the rod to pound inside of me, was almost more than I could stand.
Eagerly I flexed my cunt muscles around the invading tool, locking and unlocking them determinedly, urging him on with as much passion and force as I could summon up. I loved his prick and I loved it throbbing inside of me, then.
He moaned thickly, slipping his hands beneath my breasts and squeezing them savagely. I groaned as he caught my nipples between his fingers and pinched them cruelly. He rolled the tender nuggets back and forth, and the enticing sensations tore through my breasts and burrowed deep in my loins.
I could feel his prick pounding uncontrollably in the depths of my pussy and I rocked back and forth, wildly. "Fuck me, Martin, ohh, God, fuck me, now," I groaned, bucking my ass up against his belly. "Ummm, hard, baby, ohhh, fuck me, hard!"
Now, Martin seemed more excited than ever before. He got a good, solid grip on my boobs and then he began to pump his prick in and out of my cunt with cruel, ruthless strokes. He ground his belly hard against my ass, rocking the huge head of his cock violently against my damp, tender inner walls.
"Gonna fuck you, bitch, gonna fuck you, good," he hissed, his voice tortured and broken by his lust. "Ahh, yeah, slut, fuck you hard, hard, hard!"
Jesus, it was so beautiful. He slammed his prick in and out of my pussy with complete abandon. Never before had anyone fucked me so violently and passionately, and my pussy roared with pleasure with each vicious stroke that he took.
He kissed my back hungrily, rolling his tongue over my damp flesh, his prick ramming back and forth along my tight, warm tunnel savagely. I rocked and shivered, totally caught up in my pleasure, now.
Again and again he pumped that marvelous prong into me. I screamed in delight as he buried the prick to the hilt in my womb, squeezing and kneading my tits with a cruel, hungry need.
Harder and faster he fucked me. My cunt felt raw and torn from his attack, but the stinging pain only made me want him to hurt me more. I screamed my delight, thrusting my ass against his groin, sobbing and shivering with need.
"Ohhh, darling, darling, Martin, yes," I sobbed, twisting and turning, trying to accommodate him as much as possible. "Ummm, hurt me, lover, hurt me, now!"
His fingers gripped my tits passionately, and I could feel his cock growing thicker and harder with every stroke, just as my cunt was growing tighter and tighter each time he buried his tool inside of me.
I could feel the boiling climax reaching its fevered pitch in my loins, and I was breathless as my orgasm rapidly approached. I sobbed and shivered, twisting and turning, locking and unlocking my cunt muscles as my passion took hold of me.
"Ohhh, dear God, Martin, I'm going to come," I wailed, bucking my ass and cunt up to meet his plunging tool. "Ummm, I'm going to come so good, darling, so damn good, right now!"
He picked up his pace, crashing his cock in and out of me faster and faster, now. Suddenly the aching need exploded in my loins and the boiling come began to swirl around the driving weapon as the orgasm tore through me.
I rolled and screamed, sobbing with delight, almost blacking out, so powerful and wonderful was my climax. I couldn't believe how intense and delightful it was, it was as good or even better than any I had ever had.
Now, I flexed and gripped his cock with total abandon. I wanted to make him feel as good as I was feeling and I bore down on his driving tool, determined to bring him to the same powerful climax as I had just reached.
I could hear his labored breathing as he rammed into me, relentlessly, and I shivered and sobbed, twisting and turning with delight as the hard, driving spear grew hotter and thicker inside of my bursting pit.
I could feel him nearing his moment with each passing second and I thrilled to the massive power I could feel building in his tool He groaned in pleasure, burying his cock to the depths of his loins.
Suddenly he was twisting and turning, groaning and sobbing almost out of control. I felt a huge, powerful burst of come spurting into my womb, swirling and mixing with my own thick fluid as the climax exploded in his loins.
"Ohh, God, Judy, God, I'm coming in you, now," he cried, quivering so violently I thought he might fall out of me. "Coming so good, baby, ahhh, Jesus, coming so good in you, now!"
The come spurt from his tool again and again, the bursts so thick and powerful, so hot and boiling that it was like molten lead inside of me. He groaned, shuddering almost completely out of control now.
Both of us rolled and turned, shivering and quaking, spurt after spurt filling my pussy to overflowing. I don't know how long the orgasms lasted, but they seemed to go on for hours.
Finally we just lay there, shivering uncontrollably with the lingering tremors of delight that rippled through us. I had never felt so completely satisfied in my life, and I was just as drained of everything as I could ever want to be.
* * *
At this point, our session was up and Judy looked a little more relaxed for having opened up to me. I suggested she return at the same time the following week and I made an appointment with her to do just that.
She left the office, walking a little lighter than when she had come in, and I felt sure that our next session would be even more productive.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Judy returned the following week, she was wearing a bright, print dress that swirled and danced enticingly around her as she walked. She seemed in a much more pleasant mood, and told me she had slept much better since having talked with me.
She sat down on the couch once more and I took my place in the chair, urging her to get right into her story without any more hesitation. Eagerly she did so, her eyes flickering happily as she spoke.
Ohh, Doctor, I feel so much better. I don't really know why, maybe it's just because of talking to you. At any rate, some of the feeling of guilt is gone and that in itself is a real improvement.
After that first time with Martin, I really didn't know what to think. He had made me feel so good, but I have to admit, the beating and tying up part of it had me a little confused and worried.
I really couldn't figure out whether I liked all that or not, all I knew was that something strange and different had happened, and I couldn't wait to see if it was just a quirk or something I really was into.
I didn't seem Martin for almost a week. He was out on the West coast, doing some sessions for a major magazine, and I waited almost breathlessly for his return.
The evening he got back, he called me at my apartment and invited me to come over to his place for a drink. Of course I went without a second thought, I couldn't wait to be near him again.
He has this rather shabby studio in a more run-down neighborhood, with very little furniture at all. It was clean, though, and he explained to me that where he lived wasn't very important to him.
"I don't see any reason to spend money on a place," he added, chuckling as he poured me a glass of wine. "I'd rather spend it on other stuff, like clothes and meals. I get so much more out of them."
I couldn't argue with that logic, and besides, I felt very comfortable in his tiny little place. It seemed very, very cosy to me, and it wasn't long before the two of us were snuggling on his water bed.
I ran my tongue around the rim of his ear and whispered hungrily to him. "Umm, Martin, I missed you so much," I cooed in what I hoped was a sexy tone of voice. "I really, really missed you!"
He laughed, hugging me tightly, one of his hands already unbuttoning my blouse. "Umm, baby, I did too, I missed you, badly," he moaned, his voice husky with growing desire. "I couldn't find anybody like you out there, not anybody!"
I pushed away from him, slipping out of my blouse and giving him an ample view of my breasts. I smiled seductively, running my tongue over my lips, wetting them and making them glisten.
"Martin, ohh, Martin, let's do what we did before," I groaned, shivering involuntarily as a spasm of anticipation rippled through me. "I want to feel you punishing me again, darling! I want to feel it once more!"
He smiled, almost cruelly, and took me by the hand. He led me over to the wall where a pair of shackles hung about three feet over my head. Quickly he locked my wrists in the metal cuffs and. stepped back, running the hard, warm palm of his hand lovingly down my back.
"Such smooth, warm flesh," he whispered heatedly, reaching around to find the button and zipper to my skirt. "So innocent and tender, so deliciously lovely!"
I shivered under his caress and gasped with excitement as I felt him unsnap the button and run the zipper down on my skirt. He pulled the garment from me, then quickly slid my panties down and over my toes.
"Ohh, Martin, I need it, I need it so badly," I groaned, twisting my head around to face him. "Give me your discipline, now, darling, give it to me, now!"
I watched, eagerly, as he went to a small, glass case on the other side of the room and removed a short-handled, multi-stranded whip. It's many leaves glistened in the pale light of the lamp, gleaming with a wicked promise of the pain that they would give to me.
Slowly Martin moved back toward me, untying the sash that held his robe shut, wiggling out of it to stand naked behind me. He smacked the whip on the floor a couple of times, filling the room with its harsh, cruel smack.
"I'm going to beat you, bitch," he hissed, raising his arm and whirling the whip around his head. "You're going to pay for the others, gonna pay for them all!"
The whip whistled through the air and crashed against my exposed flesh with a loud, wet crack. The pain was instantly tearing through my shoulders, searing me to my bones with its cruel, fiery kiss.
I screamed in agony, the familiar delight returning to me as the harsh, burning pain seared me deliriously. There was no denying it, now, I was completely enraptured by the agony I experienced.
I loved the hurt, loved the pain, it thrilled me more than anything else I ever experienced in my life. I could not escape the fact then, Doctor, I loved being tied up and beaten, and I didn't care that I loved it, either.
Once more he brought the whip down on my shoulders. I could almost feel the sudden, vicious welts rising up on my defenseless skin as the agonizing bite of the lash tore through me.
"Yes, yes," I sobbed, quivering with pleasure as he struck me again. "Ummm, darling, darling hurt me, now! Ohhh, God, Martin, hurt me, more!"
He laughed, cruelly, lashing me again, curling the whip, viciously, around my waist, tugging it back and leaving a bright, red stripe in its place. His breathing was harsh and labored and I could hear his excited moans in between the sound of the blows landing.
"Take it, you cunt, take your punishment," he growled, whirling the whip around his head and cracking it down against my buttocks. "You take your punishment, bitch, you take all of it, you slut!"
The whip lashed into my thighs and I screamed in the exquisite grip of agony as it burned me with a wonderful, almost fire-like passion. He cracked the vicious tool against my legs another time, laughing almost wildly with every blow.
I shuddered and sobbed, now, twisting and turning as he struck me again and again. I was screaming out of control, my tortured cries ringing in the air as the marvelous tool continued to caress my defenseless flesh.
"Ohh, God, Martin, yes, yes," I wailed, twisting and turning to meet his attack. "Again, Martin, hit me again! I love it, I need it, harder, harder, harder!"
He tore into me even more viciously than before, now. When I turned my shoulders, I could see his prick pounding between his thighs, thick and throbbing, the fevered blood making his flesh an almost beet-red.
He was beside himself with pleasure now, just raining the blows down upon me with a cruel, vicious delight. He didn't care about anything then, expect the screams that tore from my lips and echoed, delightfully, in his ears.
"Ahh, yeah, bitch, take it, take my discipline," he growled, crashing the whip into me over and over again. "I know you love it, cunt, I know you do!"
My ecstasy at being beaten was almost more than I could bear, now. I could think of little else other than the delightful effects of the beating. The pain was overwhelming me, then, taking hold of me completely.
I felt my mind swimming recklessly, a blood-red mist in front of my eyes, blinding me with the cruel effects of the blows. The whip licked and caressed my shoulders and buttocks, driving the pain deep into my bones.
Ohh, God, Doctor, it was more beautiful than anything I had ever imagined. I was totally wrapped up in the pain, completely a part of it, now. Nothing meant anything to me other than that, nothing!
Eagerly I thrust my body to meet the falling lash. I anxiously bucked backwards, thrilling to the bite of the whip as the strands cut through my skin. I could feel slight, numerous cuts being opened in my body, and the warm, trickle of blood that began to well up in my wounds.
Martin was beside himself, now, completely and fully locked in the pleasure he was experiencing by hurting me. More and more he increased the effort and force of his attack, until he was almost blind with the raging passion he was feeling.
"I love beating you, slut, just love it," he cackled, his voice rippling through the air, thick and full of pleasure. "Ahh, scream you worthless cunt, scream!"
I sobbed and shuddered, almost dropping down and hanging from the cuffs, so drained was I by the beating. The blows increased, coming faster and harder now, each more powerful and vicious than the last.
"Harder, Martin, ohhh, God, hit me, harder," I wailed, twisting and turning, jerking and shuddering under the attack. "Ummm, darling, darling, yes, yes, yes!" Now he lashed my ass and shoulders ruthlessly. He cut the whip into my buttocks and caressed my spine with the strands until I could feel myself fainting from the sheer intensity of my pain.
He seemed to be completely out of control now, breathing rapidly, bearing down on my flesh with all the strength he had. Again and again he beat me, and I sobbed wildly, no longer in command of my body or voice.
"I'm really going to give it to you this time, bitch," he hissed, finally, tossing the whip aside. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, baby, hard in the ass!"
I almost screamed in fear at that point, though I ached to feel the agony I knew I was going to experience. I had never even had a finger inside of my bum before, and the idea of his cock in there filled me with anxious apprehension.
He tossed the whip aside and cupped my buttocks, lovingly. I felt him kneading and squeezing my swollen, throbbing cheeks, digging his fingers in deep, riding the tips of the spears up and down along the cleft between them.
I moaned, shuddering involuntarily as he began to probe the taut, wet dot of my anal entrance with one hard, insistent prong. I gasped as I felt him wedging the spear inside of my asshole, forcing it deeper into my anal track.
"Ohhh, God, Martin, no," I sobbed, really frightened, now. "Ahh, I can't do that... I never have... please, please, Martin, not that, not that!"
Of course, that's just what he wanted to hear. He loved to hear me begging and my words only served to make him more excited. I screamed as I felt him drive his finger deep into my bottom, spreading my anal passage far past its normal width.
I ached to escape then, but another part of me eagerly accepted the harsh, cruel invasion. My bum was throbbing with pain as he buried his finger to the hilt inside of me, and the agony was just as bad, if not worse, than the beating he had given me.
"Gonna fuck your asshole, slut," he laughed, pumping his fingers briskly in and out of my asshole. "Gonna fuck your asshole, good, you slut!"
I felt his huge, thick spear resting against my buttocks, throbbing with all the wild, careening blood that raced through it, now. I sobbed and shivered in anticipation, aching with a mixture of terror and need as he prepared my asshole for his attack.
I groaned when I felt his finger leaving my bum. He laughed savagely, then, spreading my cheeks as far apart as possible, pressing the huge, hot tip of his shaft against the taut, unyielding dot of my bum entrance.
"No, ohhh, God, don't, Martin, don't," I sobbed, trying to pull away, but helpless to prevent the invasion. "Please, darling, please, please, don't!"
He laughed wildly, then, shoving himself forward, suddenly, forcing his cock into my taut, tiny passage. I screamed as he penetrated my anal canal, the huge, thick member tearing into me viciously.
Never had the pain been more intense than at that moment. He groaned thickly, twisting and turning, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my bottom. I shuddered and sobbed, aching with the intense passion I could feel raging inside of him.
"Ahh, nice and tight, a virgin asshole," he laughed, his hot, labored breath upon my back. "Yeah, bitch, ohhh, yeah, gonna love this, gonna really love it!"
His cock seemed to be tearing my asshole apart as he drove it deeper and deeper into me. My whole bum was a raging, burning pit of pain, the agony so fierce that it completely consumed me, now.
I shuddered under the effects of the invasion. I moaned and quivered, shaking with the cruel thrusting power of his plunging meat. Deeper and deeper he went, twisting and turning until he was buried to the hilt in my anal pit, the thick, hot head of his cock quaking inside of me.
I felt his hands encircle my waist and hold me tight, then he began to pump savagely in and out of me. He twisted and turned, bucking fiercely as he powered the cock along my track, laughing wildly with delight.
Faster and harder he ravaged my bum. I moaned and shivered, never having felt such intense pain before. I screamed as the cock slammed deep into me, again, the fevered blood of his passion searing my inner walls.
Again and again he rammed his cock into my asshole. I screamed and shuddered, impaled by the rod, my whole body seething with pain. I could think of nothing now but how bad it hurt, and how delightful I felt under the attack.
Again and again he powered his meat into my bum. I shivered and sobbed, consumed with agony, now, so deep in the throes of it, that it was as if I had never felt anything but delicious hurt.
I could feel his cock growing thicker and harder with each stroke that he took. He was laughing and moaning, rocking from left to right as he pumped in and out of me, now. I knew he was swiftly nearing a violent orgasm, and I eagerly gripped his cock with my rectal muscles to urge him on.
"Come, baby, come in my asshole, now," I moaned, quivering uncontrollably as he powered into me again and again. "Yes, darling, ohhh, yes, hurt me, hurt me bad!"
Martin's hands clutched at my hips, hungrily, his fingers digging into my flesh as he rammed his prick into me over and over. The huge weapon seemed to be growing to twice its normal size and I knew when he climaxed that it was going to be powerful and violent in its explosion.
"Ahh, Jesus, bitch, gonna come," he gasped, thrusting into me again, grinding his belly against the curve of my behind. "Gonna come in your asshole so good, so fucking good, you slut!"
He bucked hard, burying his prick to the hilt then he sobbed and shuddered wildly, the spurts of hot, thick come shooting from his prick and searing my aching inner walls as the orgasm tore through him.
Again and again the fiery bursts of liquid love spilled from his shaft. His come filled my bum to overflowing and I could do little more than tremble and quake under the power and force of his release.
I was consumed with his pleasure and felt the rumblings of orgasm tearing through me, just from feeling his climax. We both shook and quaked uncontrollably, until he stumbled back from me, gasping, almost falling to the floor, he was so exhausted.
As for me, I can't deny that I loved it. The pain was all consuming and thrilled me more than anything I had ever known. I swear Doctor, I have never felt anything more delicious in my life. Now tell me, does that make me sick, or something?
CONCLUSION
Judy did not seem very disturbed by what she had told me. Her voice had risen a bit at the end of her story, but not in any kind of fear. I smiled and explained that pain and pleasure are quite often two sides of the same coin.
I told her that it was not uncommon for someone to get sexual enjoyment out of being beaten and assaulted, and that as long as it inflicted no serious damage, she should not worry.
That seemed to make her feel much better and she left my office, thanking me deeply.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Natalie L. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Natalie L. was a tall, lanky blonde with wispy hair that danced about her shoulders as she moved. She eased her long, graceful frame into the chair beside my desk, crossing her legs in an enticing fashion.
Her body was firm, yet supple, and from the short skirt she was wearing, riding well up beyond her knees, I could see the smooth, creamy tapered flesh of her elegant thighs. She was quite beautiful, in a subtle fashion.
As she spoke, she leaned forward, placing the weight of her torso on her arms, peering deeply into my eyes. Hers were troubled, yet bright, and it was obvious to see that she intended to face her problems head-on.
* * *
Well, you see, Doctor, I'm really a little confused about myself. Lately, I have been getting involved in some very strange sexual encounters. The incidents are unlike anything I have ever been involved with before, and frankly, they worry me.
It all began about three weeks ago. I'm a barmaid at one of the biggest nightclubs in town, so I meet a lot of people. The money is good, and it helps me with my college fees, which I am sure you know, are rather high these days.
Anyway, about three weeks ago, this guy came into the club. I had seen him around a few times before and was rather turned on by him. His name is Dan and he's about six-two. He's rugged, but not massive, sort of slim, like I am.
Anyway, I like tall guys, as you can imagine and when I waited on him, we seemed to hit it right off. He asked me for my number, and though I don't usually give it out to guys I don't know very well, I didn't think twice about it in his case.
I waited for him to call me, but when he didn't after a couple of days, I figured he was just putting me on. Then one night I saw him in the club again and I went right over to where he was standing.
"How come you never gave me a call?" I asked, pretending to be really angry with him. "I wouldn't have bothered to give you my number if I knew you weren't going to be using it."
He looked me up and down, a slow, casual grin coming across his lips. He laughed and shook his head. "Well, I didn't know if you really wanted me to," he explained.
I snorted. "Why the hell did you think I gave you the number in the first place?" I growled. "Just because I didn't have anything else to do with the piece of paper?"
Well, that kind of broke the ice with us. We started talking and it wasn't very long before he was inviting me back to his place after work, and I was accepting the invitation quite happily.
I get off at midnight and I was wondering if he was still in the mood to stay up. I was going to catch a cab over there, but just as I walked out of the club, he pulled up in his car.
I got in, happy for the ride, even happier that I was obviously so important to him. Already I was getting itchy between my thighs, and I knew that if he made one move toward me, I was going to be all over him.
He zipped through the traffic and we arrived at his place in no time. His apartment was on the tenth floor of a twenty-story building and it had a great terrace and view of the city.
We stood out there for awhile, not talking, just drinking wine and staring out at the beautiful view he had. The lights of the city were blinking wildly and God, everything felt just right for some romance.
He was standing beside me and I heard him place his glass of wine on the table. I felt his lips brushing over the back of my neck and his hands encircling my breasts as he slipped them around me.
I kind of melted back into him, moaning softly, shivering as he kneaded and squeezed my boobs in a tender way. I was quivering with so much passion, that I didn't feel like playing any games with him at all.
Hungrily he ran the zipper to my pant suit down the front of my body, slowly riding it to the base of my crotch.
I moaned, quickly slithering and shrugging the garment down over my arms and hips, shoving it to my feet with my eager hands. I stepped out of the suit and stood, facing him, now clad only in my bra and panties.
"A wicked little devil, aren't you?" he chuckled thickly, running his eyes up and down over my body greedily. "Like to be a bad girl, don't you, Natalie?"
I giggled and nodded, happily. "I sure do, I just love being bad," I told him, reaching behind me to unfasten the clasps to my bra. "I'd love to show you just how bad I can be, too, Dan!"
I pulled the bra from me, freeing my tits. They aren't very big, but they suit my build perfectly, and I knew they were swaying enticingly as he stared at them. My nipples were already erect and I rubbed them briskly with my palms.
His fingers were clutched at his belt buckle and he quickly unfastened it, pulling it from the loops of his trousers. "Bad girls have to be punished, do you know that little Natalie, do you?"
I didn't understand, I just smiled at him and watched as he suddenly shot out his arm and cracked the belt against my naked thighs. I screamed in pain, shuddering and stumbling away from him in fear.
"I'm going to teach you a little lesson, Natalie," he hissed, following me and whipping the belt out at me again. "I'm going to show you what happens to girls when they are as bad as you."
I wasn't really frightened, I don't think, just a little shocked and confused. The belt crashed into my belly with a loud, wet smack and I wailed as I backed into the table and stumbled to the floor.
Quickly he came over to me and bound my wrists to the leg of the table with a piece of leather thong he had pulled from his pocket. I hardly knew what was going on until he was finished, then I stared at him with frightened eyes.
"What... what are you going to do?" I said, my voice a shrill, broken whisper. "Don't hurt me, Dan, ohhh, please, please don't hurt me, no." He laughed, ruthlessly this time, and brought the belt down hard against my naked shoulders once more. I screamed in pain, shivering uncontrollably as the lingering sting of the lash echoed in my defenseless flesh.
"Stop it, Dan, please, stop it," I moaned, twisting away as yet another blow caressed the base of my spine. "Ohh, God, what are you doing to me, what are you doing to me, Dan?"
"Teaching you a lesson, slut, a real, good lesson," he hissed, cracking the belt against my panties, now. "I know you love this, I can tell, your body tells me!"
I don't know, maybe it was the way he said it, but when he struck me this time, the pain began to feel distinctly pleasing. It was very strange, but it seared me deeply and was so powerful that I could not help getting moist over the attack.
He seemed so big and strong, so commanding, that I couldn't help but start to feel happy in my position. He cracked the belt against my shoulders another time, and I screamed in delight from the blow.
This was all very strange and different for me, Doctor. I mean, I never really got off on pain before. That and being tied so tightly to the leg of the table. The helplessness and pain seemed very, very enticing, now, and I eagerly thrust my buttocks up to meet his next blow.
"Here's your punishment, bitch," he cackled loudly, lashing my ass with the belt, the pain slicing through the sheer material as if it were a knife. For the first time in my life, I was beginning to enjoy being hurt.
"I'll teach you, you bitch, I'll teach you," he grumbled, cracking the belt hard against my shoulders once again. "I'll teach you a good lesson, whore!"
God, him calling me those names really did something to me, Doctor. I was getting hotter and wetter down there with each passing moment, and each time that he swore at me, or hit me, my pussy tingled deliciously.
He started beating me in a cool, calculated methodic fashion. He knew just where to strike and how hard to hit. His lashing arm was steady and controlled, designed to inflict as much pain with as little damage to my flesh.
God, it was so strange. It was as if my body were suddenly turning into something I didn't recognize. I sobbed and shivered violently, the blows crashing so viciously into my shoulders that I could actually feel the welts rising up from them.
"Ohhh, God, Dan, yes, hurt me, yes," I found myself moaning, rather shocked to hear the words coming from my lips. "Ummm, hurt me, Dan, hurt me bad, please, please!"
Again the vicious, cutting belt landed, this time so harshly against my buttocks that it tore my panties. He laughed in delight and reached down, ripping the tattered remains, exposing my ass completely, now.
"How do you like this, bitch?" he hissed, slashing at my ass with the belt, sending cruel, stinging agony tearing through me. "How do you like this pain, now?"
He really went at it then. He cracked the thick, wide belt against my bottom again and again, and I bucked and wailed in agony from the blows. I was sweating freely with pain now, and cutting through it all, was the tingling warmth that was steadily building in my pussy, growing hotter and hotter.
I sobbed and shuddered, loving every moment of his attack, now, giving myself completely to the violence of his assault. Never in my life had being hurt felt this way and I could barely believe I was loving it so much.
"Harder, Dan, hit me harder," I wailed, turning and twisting against the chair beside me, pulling on my bound wrists. "Umm, it hurts so good, Dan, so damn good!"
He was just about beside himself, now. He brought the belt down even harder against my shoulders, laughing wildly as the wet, thick sound of leather meeting flesh joined my continuing screaming.
My body ached from my neck to my knees, all of my back growing welted and red from the repeated blows. I no longer thought about how crazy this seemed, I was too caught up in the pleasure to care about that, now.
Harder and faster he struck me. I could hear his breathing, harsh and labored as he struck, the gasps of wanting tearing from his lips. "You cunt, you bitch, here's what you deserve!"
I sobbed, my voice tortured with pain as he continued to lash at my flesh with the wicked instrument. I screamed continuously, now, my cries never ending. How many more times he beat me, I don't know, but I was very nearly passing out when he suddenly dropped the belt and unzipped his trousers.
I watched, my eyes finally clearing of tears as he withdrew his huge, thick cock. It was throbbing violently in his hand, the fevered blood tearing through it powerfully as he stroked it back and forth.
He drew the shaft near my lips and shoved it at them, greedily. "Come on, whore, suck me, suck me good," he growled, trying to force my mouth open. "Come on, you slut, I want some good head, now!"
Jesus, I was so crazed by everything, that I eagerly began to kiss and lick the fat, engorged head of his rod with my lips and tongue. Eagerly I ran my mouth up and down the length of the pole, lathering as much of his burning flesh as I could.
God, I had such desire to suck him off that I just couldn't stand it! I mean, I really, really wanted to blow him, then. I rolled my tongue up and down along that rod as if it were the best tasting sucker in the world!
Hungrily I slithered my dart around and under his shaft, stabbing wildly at his taut, hairy ball bag. I nibbed on his sweaty, dank flesh, loving the way it quaked violently against my teeth.
He groaned thickly, his hands running savagely through my hair. I couldn't help but laugh at his passion and the lovely, tingling memory of pain that still echoed in my flesh from his beating.
I was so turned on, I didn't think twice about sucking his balls into my mouth and lathering them hungrily with my tongue. I jabbed the tip of my dart between the huge stones, knocking them back and forth as I blew him.
"Yeah, bitch, ahhh, shit, yeah," He gasped, bucking violently as I sucked on him. "That's it, baby, suck my balls you slut, suck them good!"
I snapped his nuts back and forth, chewing on his flesh hungrily. He was groaning and shuddering uncontrollably now, and I could feel the boiling come churning in the hairy sack as I worked on it.
His hands were tugging greedily on my head now, trying to draw my lips up from his throbbing sack.
"The cock, bitch, work on the cock, you slut." he cried, pulling my lips from his balls and greedily drawing my head up to his shaft once more. "Come on you whore, get that cock in your mouth, now!"
Eagerly I moved my lips and teeth up along the huge, pounding weapon. I kissed and nibbled on his burning tool, thrilling to the way it quaked against my teeth and throbbed, demandingly, against my lips.
I hooked my lower teeth against the rim of his helmet and quickly gathered the huge, fat head of his cock inside of my mouth. He sobbed in pleasure as I fastened my teeth around the rim of the helmet and hungrily stabbed at the surface of his head with the tip of my tongue.
"Ahh, Jesus, good, bitch, yeah," he groaned, rocking and swaying, bucking the cock deeper into my mouth. "That's right, whore, ahh, suck me, bitch!"
I relaxed my throat muscles in anticipation of his invasion and greedily shoved my head forward, driving his cock deep into my throat. I could feel the huge prong rocking back and forth against my inner walls as he buried himself in my taut tunnel.
Greedily I gathered all of his cock into my moist canal, sucking hard on the root of the shaft. I couldn't think about anything then, but giving him the best blow job he had ever had.
I began to pump my mouth up and down on his shaft, twisting and turning, sucking as hard as I could. I felt the hot, steaming blood racing along the length of his meat, filling my throat with its pounding fury.
The more I sucked on him, the closer he came to orgasm. His cock seemed to grow and grow in my mouth, getting harder and hotter, thicker and thicker. He was moaning in short, tortured breaths, gasping with intense pleasure.
I could tell he was almost there, and I eagerly bobbed my head up and down on his prick, using my lips, teeth and muscles to urge him on. I heard him sobbing as his moment drew near and I knew that when he came, it was going to be explosive.
"Ahhh, yeah, bitch, gonna come," he gasped, his voice so twisted and broken I could hardly understand him. "Gonna come so good in your mouth, so damn good right now, you cunt!"
He wailed in a weird, high-pitched and piercing cry then I felt him jamming his cock as deep into my throat as he could. Hot, boiling steams of come began to spurt from the tool and I gulped wildly, trying to swallow as much of him as I could.
The come poured from his cock, filling my mouth and spilling out. I gulped happily, loving the salty taste of his semen, drinking it with passion, now, eager to get as much of the creamy fluid in my belly as possible.
How long he climaxed I don't know, but I felt like I had swallowed more come than in all the times I'd blown somebody before, put together. Finally he pulled his cock out of my mouth, stumbling to the side and sitting down on the table heavily.
* * *
At this point, Natalie seemed too excited to continue. Her lips were quivering uncontrollably and her eyes blinking wildly. I suggested that she return early the next morning to continue her story and she agreed, eagerly.
I watched her go, certain that in the morning she was going to reveal yet another strange and compelling aspect to this wild adventure she was having.
INTERVIEW TWO
Natalie returned to my office the next day, the moment I opened the door. She had been waiting for me and was so eager to begin our session that she almost started talking to me as we walked into my office.
She took her spot in the chair across from my desk and I sat down behind it. I could tell she wanted to begin at once so I didn't bother to say anything, just waved at her to get started.
* * *
Jesus, Doctor, I sat there, quivering, my mouth still tasting of come, my loins so on fire I thought I would die. I licked the traces of his semen from my lips and smiled at him happily.
"You liked that, didn't you, bitch?" he laughed, shaking his head in a sneer. "I could tell, I could! Would you like a little more, cunt? Maybe a good beating before I fuck you some more?"
"Ohh, God, yes, Dan, yes," I gasped, even before I realized what I was saying. I nodded eagerly, my pussy throbbing, now. "Please, Dan, please, beat me, more!"
He nodded, wickedly, and reached down, untying my wrists. He dragged me by the hair, from the terrace and into the living room. I was on all fours as I watched him go to the mantle over the fire place and take down a riding crop with a gleaming, metal tip.
"You're gonna love this, slut," he growled, turning on his heels and making his way toward me. "This is really going to get you wet in your pussy, you slut!"
I gazed up at him, tensing for the blow as he brought the crop down on my back. The metal sliced deep, searing my flesh as it cut into me. I screamed in delicious pain, almost collapsing on my side from the force of the blow.
I wailed in agony as he sliced the crop across my buttocks, opening up a slight wound. The warm, thrilling sensation of blood seeping from the cut made me weak with delight and I willingly wagged my bottom toward him in eager invitation.
"Like it, bitch, do you like it?" he laughed, crashing the metal tip down along my spine in a wicked arc. "Come on, slut, tell me how much you love it!"
I screamed as the pain raced along my back and I sobbed, rolling on my spine and spreading my legs wide. "Ohhh, God, yes, Dan, ummm, yes," I moaned, bucking violently as he drove the crop into my belly.
I screamed and shivered, the pain now overwhelming me once again, as it had done before. Viciously he beat me about the breasts and belly, smashing ruthlessly down at my thighs. My whole body was on fire with pain and my pussy throbbing with need.
I opened and closed my thighs under his attack, urging him on with my movement, trying to get him to fall down between my limbs and give me his prick. He laughed, cracking the crop against my cunt lips, brutally.
"Ohhh, Jesus, it's good, it hurts so good," I wailed, twisting and' turning under the blows. "Now, Dan, ummm, fuck me nasty and hard right now!"
He laughed viciously, tossing the crop away and dropping down between my legs. His hands shoved my thighs apart, and guided his cock toward my dripping womb. I could feel the heat of passion coming off his prick and balls and my cunt pounded with increasing demand.
Ruthlessly he fit the huge, fat tip of his prong between my cunt lips and drove forward. I screamed in a mixture of searing pain and delicious pleasure as he rammed his shaft to the depths of my loins.
Eagerly he buried his shaft deep inside of me. I wailed as his cock rammed to the hilt and throbbed violently in the creamy, moist passage of my cunt. His shaft seemed to be twice its normal size and it filled my cunt to bursting.
"Now, darling, Dan, fuck me hard right now," I cried softly, bucking my pussy up against the buried tool. "Give it to me, Dan, give it to me, hard, hard, hard!"
He laughed savagely, slipping his hands beneath my buttocks and pulling me tightly to his groin. He rocked back and- forth, grinding his shaft inside of me, now, twisting and turning against my inner walls.
I felt him begin to withdraw, savagely pulling out of me, then ramming back inside of me once more. He was beginning to fuck me with as much brutal power and force as he could, twisting and turning the angry tool against my aching flesh.
I loved the fact that he wasn't going to think about me at all, that he wasn't going to care one damn bit about my body. His cock powered in and out of me with increasing rhythm and force, each stroke more powerful than the last.
Again and again he rammed the huge, pounding weapon along my aching inner walls. It beat with a powerful passion against my flesh, so violent and alive, I felt as if he might burst my flesh with it.
I thrust myself up against him, sobbing and moaning my delight. "Ohhh, God, baby, God, yes, yes," I screamed, rolling and turning wildly under his attack. "Fuck me, hard, Dan, hard!"
His fingers kneaded and caressed my buttocks, digging in deep, making my poor bottom ache from his cruel caress.
"Yeah, cunt, ahh, yeah," he laughed, savagely driving his shaft into me again. "You're nice and tight, bitch, really good fucking, really good!"
Harder and harder he slammed into me, now, my pussy was ravaged completely, the inner walls torn and bleeding, the pain swirling with pleasure in the midst of it. I could no longer stand it and I sobbed in my aching need.
"Ohh, I'm going to come, Dan, you're making me come!" I cried, my pussy quaking with delight as the orgasm began to roll through me, now. "I'm coming so nice, Dan, you're making me come, so nice!"
I screamed in delight, bucking violently as the spasms of release tore through me. My come swirled around his shaft, and my cunt muscles fluttered wildly, urging him on and on toward his own relief.
Suddenly he was bucking and ramming into me in a frenzy. I could feel his cock building and building, and his balls crashing against my thighs, thick and boiling with come. I heard him moaning and gasping and then he cried out.
"Ahhh, Jesus, yeah, coming now, yeah," he gasped. A thick, hot bolt of come spurt from his tool and filled my pussy with his sticky fluid. "Coming, coming in you now, bitch, now!"
Again and again the boiling fluid spurt from his rod and filled my creamy pit. He twisted and turned, spasms of delight seizing him, now. I moaned and shuddered, thrilling to my release and his, totally consumed with pleasure.
Well, it's been like that ever since. I mean, it's getting to the point where I can't have sex unless I am beaten. Now, I know this is too weird, Doctor, just too weird, so what do I do about it, humm?"
CONCLUSION
At this moment, poor Natalie seemed to be shivering with worry and fear. Her lovely eyes were big in their sockets and her hands trembled violently.
As gently as I could, I tried to explain to her that she had merely found a new sexual treat and that she shouldn't worry about it. It was becoming obsessive, because she found it so strange and probably perverted.
I told her that as long as she knew what she was doing and could control her desires, that nothing she did was bad or sick. That seemed to calm her fears and she left my office with a bright, happy cast to her features.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Bobbie R. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Bobbie R. is a sad case. It is one that proves, once more, how easily young girl's minds can be damaged by vicious, horrible incidents at an early teenage stage.
Her mother brought her to me, a shy, trembling girl all of five feet tall. She was attractive, with a tight, compact little body, just blossoming into young womanhood.
She sat in the chair across from me, her hands folded primly in her lap, her eyes downcast as she spoke. Her voice trembled on every word and my heart went out to her as she painfully tried to tell me what happened to her.
* * *
Oh, Doctor, Doctor, I feel like such a sinful person. I mean, I feel lower than anything that ever walked the earth! I never thought I would turn out to be this bad, I just never thought.
It happened this summer at camp, and, ohh, I wish I could just die over it! When I went there, I was a good girl, a virgin that never did anything wrong. How could I know how evil I truly was, how could I?
His name was Robert and he was one of the other camp persons. He had the cabin next to mine, and we often took his boys and my girls out on hikes. It was fun being around Robert, for awhile, anyway.
It got bad the first night we were alone in the camp. It was just after the first group of kids had left, and we had a night- off before the next group would arrive in the morning.
I hadn't planned on doing anything but rest, so when the other people asked me if I wanted to go into town with them I declined. I'm not old enough to drink and besides, I don't like it.
Anyway, the kids all were gone and I was lying in my bed, reading, when I heard a knock at my door. I looked up. to see Robert standing there, holding a big bottle of champagne in his hand.
I was just wearing my nightgown, so I quickly slipped into a robe and went to the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised, at the very least, to see him.
"I couldn't just leave you here, now could I?" he chuckled, slipping inside the door before I knew it. "Nobody ought to be alone on a beautiful night like this!"
Even though he wasn't supposed to be in there, I felt so grateful to him that he had stayed behind to entertain me, that I just forgot about the rules completely. I just felt so wonderful about it, you know?
Anyway, though I didn't want any champagne, Robert insisted that I drink some of it. He poured two glasses and handed me one, a wicked sort of smile on his lips.
"Come on, honey, loosen up," he said, handing the glass to me. "You're old enough now, you have to start acting a little less girlish and a lot more mature!"
I coughed on the champagne, gulping it down quickly. I didn't really care for the taste but it did kind of make me feel all tingling inside. I giggled and took another sip and Robert smiled.
"That's the way, baby," he said, inching closer to me on the small cot I used for a bed. "Now you're getting the right idea, honey!
Now you've got it!"
I felt his arm go around my shoulders and pull me toward him and I put my hand between our bodies, lightly shoving him away. I knew what he probably had in mind, and though I liked him, I wasn't going to do anything with him.
"Now, Robert, you'd better simmer down," I said, laughing softly, trying to make light of his approach. "I'm a good girl, remember, I don't fool around, you ought to know that by now!"
But he was insistent, very much so. He leaned into me, hugging me tightly to him, running his mouth over mine. "Come on, baby, quit teasing, I know you want it," he laughed. "So let's get with it, kid!"
I pushed him away, biting his lip before I did. He yelped and jumped to his feet, shaking with anger. I hadn't meant to draw blood, but when he wiped his hand across his lips, it came away sticky and red.
"Why you little slut," he growled, whipping out his hand, suddenly and slapping me hard across the mouth. "I'll teach you to bite me like that, you cunt!"
Before I could say I was sorry, he grabbed my arms and took off his belt. I started to struggle, but he was too quick for me. In a few seconds he had, bound my wrists together at the small towel ring above my cock and was savagely tugging on my robe.
I Screamed as he pulled it free, ripping the flimsy garment from my shoulders. He glared at me, quivering in my nightgown, blushing as he hooked his fingers in the lining around the neck.
"You want to play games, huh, cunt?" he hissed, ripping downward and tearing the gown from me, stripping me naked with one hard jerk of his hand. "I'll show you the kind of games you cunts love to play!"
My eyes went wide as he banged around the room, finally picking up a coat hanger from the floor. I gulped in fear, completely forgetting about my nakedness now, as he opened up the coat hanger then doubled it up.
"You need a good, fucking beating, bitch," Robert hissed, stepping up beside me. "I can tell you're the kind that loves it, just from the cockteasing way you have! Well, you want it, you'll get it, slut!"
With that, he brought the hanger down hard against my defenseless shoulders. I screamed in pain, my whole back erupting with agony from the blow. Instantly blood began to seep from the cut and I sobbed in horror.
"Ohh, Jesus, please, don't, Robert, don't," I moaned, shivering as he brought the coat hanger down on me again. This time the pain was so fierce, it brought tears to my eyes and made me shudder under the force of the blow.
Robert laughed, and began to beat me coolly and calculatedly now. He whipped the thin, doubled hanger up and down my spine, twisting his wrist for effect, viciously slicing through my flesh with the horrible tool.
The pain was savage and fierce and so bad I thought I would faint. His hand dropped to my thighs, worming its way between them, greedily trying to reach my womb. I struggled to keep my legs together, but another blow of the hanger against the backs of my thighs jerked them apart.
"Now, now you'll see, slut," he laughed, his voice weird and savage, almost inhuman in its passion. "Now, you'll see how much I know about cunts like you!"
Oh, God, Doctor, this is where the horrible part begins. He started kneading and caressing my pussy, then, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down along my cunt petals, pinching them viciously between them.
I sobbed and shuddered, jerking violently as he brought the coat hanger down over my back once more. A harsh, driving agony seared in my back and it was slowly beginning to mingle and mix with the growing pleasure I felt in my womb.
How can I ever explain to myself what I was experiencing. He beat me harder and harder, yet my pussy was beginning to throb with delight. It was as if the mixture of ecstasy and agony were ten times more fierce together than apart.
I hated feeling that way, truly I did, but I couldn't escape the slowly building need that I was feeling growing in my cunt. When he cracked the' coat hanger against my buttocks and suddenly drove two fingers into my womb.
God, the combination was almost more than I could stand. I jerked violently, hating myself for suddenly flexing my muscles around the invading digits and clasping my thighs hungrily around his hand.
"Ohh, dear God, that's nice," I sobbed, shivering as the rolling spasms took hold of me. "Hurt me, please, ohhh, yes, Robert, hurt me please!"
I could not believe I was saying that. I just could not accept that I was eagerly begging him to do this to me. But my body was doing things my mind would not stop and I wailed in pleasure and pain as he went on.
Ruthlessly Robert drove the two digits in and out of me. He caught my clit between his thumb and forefinger and expertly rolled it back and forth, balancing each blow from the coat hanger with a roll of his fingers.
The lust I was experiencing, Doctor, was terrible, just terrible. I could see how wrong it was, knew how bad it was to feel this way, but I couldn't help myself, I just couldn't, I tell you! Robert knew what I was feeling and he laughed viciously as he rode his fingers in and out of me and lashed at my flesh repeatedly with the cruel, harsh weapon. I twisted and turned under the attack, the love juice pouring, unashamed, from my aching cunt, now.
"Ohhh, God, yes, hurt me, fuck me, yes," I wailed, no longer able to control my words, merely caught up in my passion, now. "Ummm, Robert, Robert, hurt me more!"
You see, Doctor, more than anything else, that was it, that was what I was enjoying. I loved the pain, loved it. Each time he brought the coat hanger down against my flesh, my whole body erupted in marvelous spasms of pain.
Never before in my life had any sensation been this intense or pleasing. I could now believe my own flesh, but it was responding eagerly to the assault and I was desperately trying to have him do more than just beat me, now.
"Fuck me, Robert, fuck me hard," I sobbed, twisting and turning, trying to get on my side to that he could. "Please, Robert, jam it into me, now, rape me, Robert, hurt me with your cock right now!"
"You're damn right, bitch," he laughed, reaching down and unzipping his trousers. "That's just what is going to happen, you slut, I'm gonna fuck you till you bleed!"
God, when I heard that the most delicious sense of anticipation and terror raced through me. Eagerly I twisted on my back, feeling the blood dripping from my wounds as he ruthlessly forced my thighs apart.
I wanted him to rape me brutally, then and I shivered and quaked as Robert slipped down between my legs, jamming my thighs as far apart as they could go. I felt him spreading my cunt lips, then shoving the fat, hot head of his cock between them.
Robert was totally unconcerned with me now, other than as a warm sleeve for his shaft and a source of pleasing screams. I groaned as he rammed forward, banging into my virginity with the pounding tip of his pole.
"Hurt me, hurt me, please," I screamed, thrusting my cunt up to meet the huge prong. "Please, Robert, please hurt me now! I want to be hurt right now!"
Now he slammed forward again, driving hard and fast into my maidenhead. The pain was beyond beliefs as he tore through the thin membrane and buried his cock to the hilt in my damp, taut tunnel.
God, how it hurt, it hurt so bad. I loved it, do you understand that, I loved it? I was horrified with myself, but I couldn't keep from eagerly thrusting my pussy up to meet the hard, penetrating sword.
I screamed and shivered, the rolling spasms of agony quickly turning into pleasure as he ravaged my virginal chamber: He bucked harder and faster, driving his cock in and out of me relentlessly, now.
I could feel something familiar building to a fever pitch in my loins and I knew that it was a climax coming. I sobbed and shivered, enjoying ever vicious stroke that he took as he rammed into me over and over again.
Suddenly my loins erupted involuntarily and waves of delicious, warm come swirled up from the depths of my loins. I screamed and wailed, trying desperately to kiss him as the orgasm rippled through me.
"I'm coming, ohhh, God, coming," I sobbed, thrusting my dripping womb against his hard, flat belly. "It hurts, Robert, I'm coming and it hurts so good!"
He laughed savagely, grinding his cock hard inside of me, gasping for breath as his own climax neared its moment of release. I could feel his cock pounding inside of me, and his balls quaked against my thighs.
"Ahhh, yeah, little cunt, gonna come," he groaned, driving his cock in and out of me in a frenzy now. "Gonna come so nice in you, slut, - so damn nice!"
I felt the prick shudder violently against my inner walls, then felt the searing, boiling fluid of his come spurting from his tool. He laughed once again, twisting and turning, the liquid of his pleasure bursting continuously from his shaft.
God, it was horrible, just horrible, by the time he pulled out of me, I just wanted to die. I had never been so ruthlessly beaten and abused before, but what was worse, I enjoyed it, I enjoyed it!
* * *
Poor little Bobbie could not continue at this point. She was quaking so violently in the chair, that I had to give her something to calm her nerves, and then suggested we take a short lunch break before continuing.
We decided on an hour and I watched her go, hoping that she would not lose her courage and bolt. I had a feeling she needed a great deal of help and I wanted very much to be able to give it to her.
INTERVIEW TWO
She was late, and for awhile I was worried that my fears had come true. Finally, about a half an hour after we had planned to resume our discussion, she returned to my office, not looking much better than when she had left it.
The drug I had given her had calmed her somewhat, however, and it gave her enough relaxation to allow her to pick up her story. As I listened, I felt a deep sadness for her coming up inside of me.
* * *
Ohh, Doctor, I prayed after that, I prayed that the whole incident would be a part of my past. I hoped it was just momentary passion and fascination, that now that it was over, I wouldn't ever have those feelings again.
I should have known better, though. Not three days later, when all the kids were out swimming and I was changing into a bathing suit to join them, Robert cornered me at the far end of the camp.
He laughed when he saw me, and advanced in quick, measured steps. "I missed you, kid," he said, his cruel sneer coming up on his lips again. "I felt really lonely and unfulfilled these days! I think I am in need of some of that luscious pussy you got, what do you say, bitch?"
Before I could say anything, Robert took hold of my bikini top and ripped it from my body. I sobbed in fright, stumbling back into the door of the tool shed behind me. My breasts were trembling with fear and Robert gazed at them, hungrily.
Brutally he shoved me into the tool shed and locked the door behind him. "Am I gonna have to beat you this time, slut?" he growled, tossing my halter aside. "Am I gonna have to do that, bitch?"
I was terrified. I knew no one would hear me, but when he came up to me, taking hold of my wrists and binding them tightly, I felt that strange, almost overpowering tingle in my loins.
I didn't want to feel that way, but I couldn't help it. He slipped a hook that dangled from a pulley in the ceiling, through my roped wrists and then slowly began to haul me up off the floor.
When finally my toes were all that remained in contact with the boards beneath them, I moaned and shuddered, violently. He hooked his fingers into my bottom and slid my swim trunks down over my thighs.
Now I was naked for him once more, and I could not deny it, excited as ever. I watched in anticipation as he went through the shed, searching for something to beat me with. He yelped with glee and turned holding a length of rubber hose.
Happily he brought this over and slammed it against the base of my spine. I screamed in agony, shuddering as I dangled from the hook. He whipped the hose, brutally, against my buttocks and my sob of torture made him laugh.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you love it, bitch, I know," he chuckled, cracking the wet, thick hose against my thighs. "Come on, bitch, give me a scream, give me a good one, you worthless scum!"
Once again he smacked the hose against my flesh. He worked his way around to the front of my defenseless frame,; beating a steady tattoo against my legs and belly with the vicious weapon.
God, the pain was horrible and wonderful at the same time! "Ohh, yes, Robert, ummm, I love it, yes," I moaned, thrilling to the way he whipped it upward against my loins. "Oooo, I deserve it, Robert! I do, I know I do!"
"That's right, bitch, that's right," he cackled, smashing the hose against my tits, sending horrible, stinging pains tearing through my tender nipples. "I know you love it, I know you do!"
Again and again he beat me with the hose. He left no part of my body from the neck down untouched. It felt as if a thousand welts were rising up on my flesh and I sobbed in pain, shivering as he rapped me harder and faster with the tool.
I was lost, then, swirling with the intense agony and the ecstasy I was feeling because of it. I knew, then, that I was evil and sick, for I began to twist and turn my body to meet the blows.
I loved how bad it felt. It seemed to be the correct sensation for me to experience. I was truly nothing, truly not fit to be living, and I knew I deserved this beating more than anything else in the world.
All I wanted then, was to feel him fucking me once more. I sobbed and shuddered, begging him with a breathless sob to fuck me. I thrust my cunt against him and he slapped the hose hard against it.
"You want my cock, huh, bitch?" he laughed, smashing my pussy with the hose a half dozen more time. "You like my cock, don't you slut, don't you like my cock!"
I nodded wildly, breathless with pain. "Ohhh, yes, Robert, fuck me, now, yes," I screamed softly, bucking my pussy out to meet the cruel, licking caress of the vicious length of hose.
"Fuck me, now, Robert," I gasped, shuddering under the impact of a blow aimed at my belly. "Please, Robert, please! Fuck me hard, Robert, hard right now!"
Robert laughed in that savage voice and threw the rubber hose to one side. I felt his greedy hands roaming between my thighs, pinching my inner flesh, rubbing hungrily at my cunt.
"I'm gonna fuck you good, bitch, real good," he hissed, spreading my pussy lips with one hand, unzipping his pants with the other. "Yeah, little slut, are you ever going to love this fuck I'm gonna give you, now!"
I wailed in pain as I felt him suddenly jamming his prick up into my cunt. It was quite hot and damp in my pussy, now, and I could feel him burying his cock as deeply inside of me as he could.
I gasped as he bucked back and forth, riding his shaft in and out of me viciously. My pussy was on fire from the presence of his shaft, quaking so violently it felt as if I would explode at any moment.
Savagely he powered his tool in and out of my dripping chamber. He didn't care about anything, then, just my screams of pain and the wild, careening passion that was tearing through him at that moment.
I felt his cock growing bigger and bigger, even as my own orgasm began to erupt in the depths of my pussy. It flooded through me, suddenly, making me cry out in delight and knead his cock with my cunt muscles, urgently.
"I'm coming, Robert, coming now," I sobbed, twisting and turning, the spasms racing through me, now. "Coming so good, Robert, so damn good!"
He laughed, grinding his shaft deep in my pussy as the come swirled around the plunging rod. He shuddered and quaked, driving his cock in and out of me with a frenzied need, now, his own lust overwhelming him.
CONCLUSION
By this time, poor little Bobbie was beside herself. She had dissolved into tears and sat shivering in the chair. I gave her another pill to calm her nerves and tried to explain what I could feel about her case, to her.
It was easy enough to see that all her fascination with the rape and beatings had been formed by her childhood. She had been conditioned that way. I told her as much, stressing the point of conditioning as much as possible.
She seemed to understand a little of what I was telling her, but it is clear to me that she had a deep, emotional problem that must be solved at once. If it is not, she will only grow more and more filled with self-loathing. I pray this does not happen to her.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Laura W. AGE: Twenty-Two
INTERVIEW ONE
Laura W. came into my office looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a bright red, two piece suit that fit her like a surgeon's glove.
She seemed quite confident of herself as she walked into my office, even going so far as to make a joke as she lay down upon my soft couch. Her legs, while short, were well-formed, tapering deliciously.
She crossed her ankles, and placed her hands behind her head, sighing as if she felt very, very bored with all that she was about to tell me. I listened to her melodic voice as she spoke, taking in every word that she said.
* * *
The reason I am here, is not, in my own mind, because of my particular likes or dislikes Doctor. The sole reason I am here is because I was forced to come here by my boss.
None of this would have taken place had I been a bit more discreet, but I am often not that, much to my regret. All I can say is that I know what I like, and there is little that is going to change that.
Ahhh, I suppose I should have known better. One should not mess around with young boys, no matter how appealing they might be. I suppose I thought that Karl would be different, but of course he wasn't.
I teach at a private school, you see, and I consider myself quite a good teacher. I deal in drama, and many of the young boys that I get are often on the verge of going one way or the other, if you know what I mean.
I try to steer them in the right direction, giving advice and love as often as I can. All I ask in return is respect, an orgasm now and then, and a good, sound, beating.
I have always enjoyed getting beaten. Ever since I was a little girl, I could think of nothing better than having my daddy put me over his knee and spank me with his belt, or even better, bare hand.
I used to go out of my way to be bad, just so that I would have to be punished. It was my father that first turned me onto the joys of bondage and discipline, and I have never been able to thank him enough.
At any rate, this boy, Karl, came to school last September. He's tall, had dark curly hair and those pouting, petulant good looks that can turn any girl or woman's loins to seamy jelly.
Right from the moment I laid eyes on him, I wanted him. I bided my time, carefully acting the teacher around him, until one afternoon, I was able to get him alone in my office to rehearse a scene.
The scene was supposed to be about a man spanking his wife at the end of a play. I could tell Karl was a little nervous about the act, probably never having laid a hand on a girl in his life.
"Come on, Karl," I told him, sitting him down in a chair. "Remember, you are an actor. Now this is the most important scene in the play, and you have to do it!"
He gulped and nodded, clearly disturbed and embarrassed about the whole thing. "Gee, I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "I've never done this kind of thing before, I'm afraid I'll look like a jerk!"
I sighed, pretending to be getting impatient with him, while what I really was feeling was a restless urgency. I shoved him back down in the chair and draped myself over his lap before he had a chance to protest.
"Now, start spanking, Karl," I hissed, wiggling my bottom at him. Beneath me, I could feel his prick beginning to harden in a marvelous manner. "Do it, Karl, do it nice and hard!"
His hand came down with a loud, wet crack and the pain stung deep in my bottom. I yelped in delight, wiggling my ass back and forth again. "Oooo, that's nice, Karl, very nice," I cooed, grinding my belly against his groin. "Harder this, time, much, much harder!"
Well, of course, to take his mind off his growing shaft, which must have started aching by then, he began to smash his palm against my skirt harder and harder. While I tingled with delight at the loving crack of his hand, I rocked back and forth against his loins, forcing his cock to grow harder and harder.
"Draw up my skirt, draw it up," I sobbed, tugging on the hem myself. "Come on, damn you, Karl, draw it up! Hit me harder, harder, harder!"
He was as caught up in this as I was now, and he eagerly tugged my skirt up around my waist, baring my panties to him. I was wearing the briefest, sheerest pair I had and I knew they offset my creamy flesh, perfectly.
He cracked his hand against my buttocks again, and I wailed in delight, really rubbing my belly against his prick, now. His cock was growing thicker and harder, almost like a steel pole and it wasn't very long before I could feel the fevered blood tearing through it, even through the layers of clothing separating our bodies.
"Take my panties off, Karl, take them off," I sobbed, reaching behind me and pushing his hand against my underwear. "Strip me, Karl, strip me and spank me good!"
The poor boy was so excited, it was all he could do to keep me on his lap. He shoved my panties down over my thighs and I could hear his gasp of delight as he stared down at my naked buttocks.
Lovingly his hand rubbed back and forth over my ass, then he began to spank me violently again, crashing his hand against my flesh with increasing power and force.
I wailed in pleasure, my pussy now becoming hot and wet under his attack. Again and again the lovely, masculine hand crashed into my bottom and the enticing pain raced through me, wildly.
I suddenly leaped from his lap and held my wrists up to him. "Tie them, darling, tie them tight," I hissed, my voice urgent with need.
"Tie them and beat me with your belt! Do it, Karl, do it, now!"
The boy searched around for some cord and quickly bound my wrists tightly with the strong line. I bent over, offering him my jutting buttocks and in seconds he had his belt loose from his pants and was lashing me violently with it.
I screamed in pleasure as the blows landed, my buttocks tingling with the deep, harsh agony I was experiencing. God, it was delightful. Each stroke that he took filled my flesh with enticing pain, and it mingled, devilishly, with the rippling warmth that was careening through my loins. "Harder, harder, harder," I sobbed, my voice breaking as I swayed from left to right under the blows. "Ummm, it's so wonderful, it hurts so good! Harder, Karl, ohhh, God, hit me harder, please!"
The poor boy could hardly think straight, then, all he could see was my ass, lovely, trembling and inviting as I rocked it back and forth for his attack. He lashed the belt against me once more and the pain cut so deep into me, that it brought a fine, red mist of agony to my eyes.
By now I was completely enraptured with my pain, my whole body experiencing the delicious tremors of agony. I sobbed and shuddered, bucking violently as he rained the blows down upon me.
My ass was a cherry red now, smarting over every inch of the surface, aching so marvelously that it made me sob and shiver with unbelievable delight. This was the best beating I had had in a long time, and I couldn't wait to have him fucking me.
I suddenly rolled to the floor and turned on my back, spreading my thighs wide. "Come, Karl, come and fuck me, now," I gasped, beckoning him with my bound wrists. "Take me hard and fast, darling, ruthlessly and cruel! Fuck me, Karl, fuck me, now!"
The boy fumbled with the zipper to his trousers, so eager to get his cock out that he could hardly open them. I stifled an amused chuckle then gasped as I saw him withdraw a cock much larger than I would have guessed he had.
It was thick and long, more a man's tool than a boy's, and my pussy quaked in greedy anticipation as he dropped to his knees between my legs, inching his way forward along my moist, quivering limbs.
"Ohh, fuck me, Karl, hurt me with your meat," I gasped, thrusting my cunt up against his pounding manhood. "Give me your cock, hard right now, fuck me, Karl!"
He tried to speak, but was so caught in his desire that the words would not get beyond his trembling lips. Greedily he reached down and guided his shaft to my cunt lips, worming the huge, hot tip of it between them.
Ahh, the bliss of his penetration, I can almost feel it, now! He drove savagely forward, burying his prick to the hilt inside of me in one fluid stroke. I screamed in delight as he filled my pussy with his manhood, twisting and turning until he was throbbing in the depths of my loins.
He rocked from side to side, and I opened and closed my thighs around his hips, spasmodically. I cooed lovingly, twisting and turning, bucking back and forth to get the boy going.
His shaft was so huge that it forced my cunt to expand way beyond its normal width, and of course the pain of this thrilled me all the more. I flexed my pussy muscles wildly around him, trying to force him to really screw me.
"Hard, I want it, hard," I sobbed, shuddering uncontrollably as he began to pump his manhood in and out of me. "Give it to me fast and hard, Karl, ohhh, Jesus, yes!"
The boy moaned and shivered, bucking his meat back and forth in frantic, rhythmic strokes. Each time he buried the prong deep inside of me, I wailed in delight, shuddering with an aching pleasure that consumed me.
I screamed as he rammed his meat deep into my pussy. My cunt was boiling now, growing hotter and tighter around the plunging rod, nearing a powerful, lovely orgasm that I knew was going to be achingly wonderful.
I thrust myself against him, grinding my belly hard against his, thrilling to the harsh, violent attack he was placing upon my loins. He rammed into me again and again and my whole body began to erupt with pleasure.
"Ohhh, Jesus, ahhh, yes, Karl, yes," I sobbed, quivering violently as the spasms of need began to tear through me. "Ummm, going to come, Karl, fuck me hard, I'm going to come right now!"
He increased his rhythm and pace as my climax tore through me, then. He bucked into me again and again, feeling my pussy muscles flexing uncontrollably around his rod and my thick, creamy come swirling delightful around the plunging shaft.
I laughed in pleasure and pumped his cock with my muscles, determined to bring the marvelous boy to the same ecstasy I was experiencing. He shuddered and gasped, and his cock began to pound wildly against my inner walls.
Suddenly he drove it to the hilt in my womb, burying the shaft as his own massive, overpowering release took hold of him. I could feel the come spurting from his tool, mixing delightfully with my own liquid pleasure.
"I... I'm coming, coming, now," he gasped, grinding the bursting weapon back and forth against my inner chamber. "Ahhh, Christ, coming now, in you, so good!"
Our spasms seemed to last for what seemed like an eternity and I was totally consumed with the pleasure of my lust, by then. We rolled and shuddered on the floor, jerking and bucking until both of us were completely spent and drained of everything.
* * *
By this time, Laura was amazingly acting as if she were in the throes of a climax. Her breath was rapid and forced and her lower body jerked spasmodically on the couch. I watched in fascination for a few moments, then quietly suggested we take a break.
I asked her to take a rest in the small room behind my office and she agreed, though I think rather unwillingly. I told her I would call for her in a bit, then I shut the door and sat down at my desk to review my notes.
INTERVIEW TWO
After about a half an hour, I felt that Laura would be calm enough to continue. I asked her back into the office, and while she appeared to be quite normal, I could see by her eyes that her excitement level had not diminished that much.
The charming, lovely young woman resumed her place on the couch, and before I could say anything, launched right into her story once more. There was little I could do but listen, for she had completely taken control of the session.
* * *
Well, that was such a sweet time with Karl, that I just had to have another taste of him! I cleverly arranged to have him sent to my office, for the boy had been avoiding me ever since that first time.
When he came in, he was quite shocked at what he saw. I had looped my wrists into a fake stock we had used for a play, my head in the middle hole. I was completely naked, waiting for him as he shut the door, behind him.
He gazed at me, and I could see his cock thickening already in his trousers. I gasped in a husky voice. "The whip, the whip, please," I moaned, pointing to the wicked, black tool lying on the table.
He was hesitant, but my insistent voice forced him to pick it up and bring it over to where I stood.
"Beat me, Karl, beat me now," I moaned, rocking my ass back and forth. "Ohhh, God, beat me then fuck me hard! Now, damn you, Karl, do it now!"
At once he brought the whip down hard on my buttocks. I screamed in pain, shivering as the delicious agony tore through me. I quaked and shuddered with the violence of the blow, my whole body erupting in pleasure.
Again he lashed my naked buttocks. The thrill of the searing blow surged inside of me and I quaked under the blow, almost falling from the stock with the sheer intensity of the pain he was giving me.
"Harder, ohh, hit me harder, please," I sobbed, rocking and twisting under the falling lash. "Ummm, it hurts so marvelously! Yes, beat me, yes, yes, yes!"
Again and again he struck me with the whip. My buttocks were burning now, filled with the worst and loveliest pain I could imagine. I sobbed and quaked, thrusting my ass up to meet each blow, tingling with the delight I was experiencing.
Harder and harder he hit me. It seemed that he was finally getting into it, finally beginning to enjoy what I was forcing him to do. I screamed as he struck me again, searing the base of my spine with the cruel kiss of the lash.
The throbbing delight tore through my pussy then, filling me with a churning wanting that I knew would soon overwhelm me. I sobbed and bit my tongue, clenching my fists into tight balls as each lovely, searing kiss smashed against my flesh.
My body was aching with pain, the sweat popping out over my flesh as he rained the blows down upon me, now. I shivered and eagerly twisted my body against the falling whip, listening with delight to the vicious, wet smack it made meeting my naked, helpless frame.
I could feel my cunt boiling with need, now, and I eagerly shivered and quaked, nodding my head as I spoke in a breathless tone of voice. "Fuck me, now, Karl, ohh, God, now," I wailed, spreading my thighs as wide as I could. "Give me your prick right now!"
The boy pulled his zipper down frantically and pulled the huge, fat shaft from within. Twisting my head, I could see it, thick and red, pounding fiercely with the angry passion he was feeling.
He came up to me and slipped it easily into my. awaiting chamber. I groaned at the marvelous power of his invasion, greedily grasping the shaft with my cunt muscles pulling it inside of me hungrily.
His hands encircled my hips and he began to pump his prick in and out of me violently. Each stroke brought me nearer to an orgasm and in a matter of moments, I was twisting and turning under the effects of his fucking, the hot come surging up from the base of my aching, tortured loins.
I wailed my delight, quaking violently as the boiling need tore through me. I could not speak, so powerful was my climax and it was all I could do to concentrate on bringing him to orgasm, also.
He rammed his prick to the depths of my pussy, and a sudden, powerful jet of come spurt from his tool and filled my pussy as the climax exploded in his loins. He cried out in a strangled voice, bucking fiercely into me, spurting the creamy, hot fluid into me, over and over again.
Both of us shuddered and rocked, sobbing and turning from left to right until he fell away from me, gasping and sobbing, completely exhausted by the encounter.
Of course, we were caught. Some little old bitch of a music teacher saw us and reported us. Now, of course, I'm in trouble. They want me to say I'm ill, but I don't believe I am. What do you think, Doctor?
CONCLUSION
Since I knew I was dealing with a disturbed personality, I tried, as calmly as I could, to explain to her what I felt. I told her, that, though bondage and discipline in itself is not bad, the snaring of young boys to accomplish these ends is hardly an act of a balanced person.
I urged her to seek help in dealing with this problem, but, while she appeared to agree with me, I fear it was all an act, and that she intends to continue her sport no matter what.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
What have we learned? A difficult question at best, more often, an impossible one to' answer, for as each person is unique, so are their pleasures. Judy B., what began for her as a surrender to her lover's desires, quickly became a passion of her own.
Natalie L., she was troubled, worried and filled with fear, consumed by a strange craving for pain that nearly destroyed her.
Bobbie R., she hated the idea, was repelled, but then her body turned on her, and reacted totally different from her mind's wishes.
Laura W., so convinced of her own logic and pleasure, she would not listen to anyone when it came to passion for pain.
As we have seen, the subject of Bondage and Discipline is too important to dismiss and too far-reaching to simply sum up. It will take much, much more study to even begin to come up with a few answers.
