This story whilst not one of my own was sent to me a few years ago by author’s unknown. SHAME ON YOU, MR. HYDE!" SHAME ON YOU, MR. HYDE!" 1 AUTHORS FORWARD 2 Part 1. 2 Part 2. 2 Part 3. 2 Part 4. 2 Part 5. 2 Part 6 2 Part 7 2 Part 8. 2 Part 9. 2 Part 10. 2 Part 11. 2 Part 12. 2 Part 13. 2 AUTHORS FORWARD The following story is a chronicling of the events which happened to Mr. Thomas Hyde approximately one year ago, during the summer of 1991. My name is Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson and I am the sister of Tom Hyde. I am 37 years old, married with two children, and a Psychologist. In all fairness, both my name and my brother's have been altered for obvious reasons, but the events depicted in the following have been transcribed as accurately as possible. About six months ago I was persuaded by my cousin Kathy to accompany her to Tom's house on a Saturday afternoon. I was concerned that Tom had been acting strangely the past few months and Kathy hinted that I might find out part of the reason if I were to accompany her. My curiosity was piqued, along with a bit of jealousy. After all, I was Tom's older sister and had practically helped raise him. Not only that, but I was also a practicing psychologist and I was a bit peeved to think that Tom would confide in his cousin Kathy, whom he was never really close to, and not come to me for help. I had spent a dozen years helping patients with problems and I felt I had seen and heard just about everything; but NOTHING could have prepared me for the sight I got when Kathy and I entered Tom's house that Saturday... I blushed and am embarrassed to say I nearly passed out right there in his living room. In spite of all my training, I just couldn't handle it. First I denied to myself what my own eyes were witnessing, then I felt pity for Tom. Seconds later that pity turned to disgust and then anger as I ran out the door. I drove home, leaving Kathy stranded behind. I was mad at her too, since it was obvious she knew beforehand what was going on. For the next several weeks I refused to even think about my brother and banked my anger within. I even avoided Kathy and refused to return her calls. Eventually I came to realize that I was doing exactly what I would counsel my own patients NOT to do. I decided that I, myself, needed some expert counseling. I decided to seek help in this matter from one of my associates who would be able to counsel me without emotion on how to deal with this situation. What she advised me to do turns out to be exactly what I would have counseled one of my own patients: I couldn't run away, but had to face this head on. At first Tom was reluctant to see me, but Kathy interceded for me and that's how I found myself face to face with Tom one Sunday afternoon having coffee and just talking well into the evening. It was an embarrassing meeting for both of us. I took a tape recorder with me and asked him to relay all of the details of what had happened to him, starting right from the beginning. His `girlfriend' Beverly was present and she helped fill in some of the details with her own recollections. As part of my own therapy I have written a chronological accounting of those first days. Through copious notes and the help of the tape recorder I have attempted to reconstruct conversations and events exactly as they happened. I have taken some small liberties to flesh out bits of conversations and events to keep the story continuous and readable, but most of what you are about to read happened exactly as portrayed. A few weeks ago I began finalizing all of my notes into a single story and uploading it, a chapter at a time, to a computer bulletin board. The intent was that by sharing and discussing this story with others who would appreciate and understand it, I could also share the burden that goes along with it and make it all seem somehow acceptable. What I didn't count on was how deeply this story would affect my own desires. I found myself being aroused by the story, even as I was writing it. I was especially intrigued with how EASILY a young, naive man like my brother could be so quickly and completely dominated by an experienced woman! As I wrote I found myself imagining how even I, myself, would be able to achieve such complete domination of an inexperienced young man if I wanted to. It's really so easy it's almost laughable. This foreword is meant to be read first but I have actually written it last. I have just completed the last chapter of my narrative and will be uploading it shortly, along with this `Foreword'. Even though I am a happily married mother of two, I find myself completely infatuated with the concept of perhaps finding my own naive young man and capturing him. I still pity my brother for what he has become, but now I find myself admiring Beverly for what she has accomplished! Next week I intend to stop into a small tavern after work for a few drinks... Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson (AKA Dr. Phil) Part 1. Tom Hyde couldn't believe his good luck. He had stopped into a local tavern on the way home from the office for a couple of drinks and to listen to some music. Tom was twenty-five and single and, since he lived alone, it was a good way to kill a little time and maybe meet some interesting people. He was listening to the music and glancing around the room when he first noticed her checking him out. She was beautiful. Tall, attractively built with dark hair and eyes, and legs that caught his attention immediately. She was wearing a very business-like outfit consisting of a knee-length skirt, dark blazer and high heels and appeared to be in her mid- thirties. Tom smiled back at her a bit shyly and was surprised when she got up and walked over to sit down right next to him. "I haven't seen you in here before" she said, easing herself into the chair and crossing those gorgeous legs almost teasingly. "Well, I don't come here often" Tom replied with a smile, then added "But I certainly do like the looks of the place." Tom was pleased with his cool act and openly let his eyes flick down at her legs. She smiled as she noticed his downward glance and stuck out her hand. "My name's Beverly." "Nice to meet you, Beverly, my name is Tom. Do you come here often?" "I have an office around the corner and I occasionally like to stop in here after work on my way home" she replied. "What do you do in your office around the corner?" Tom asked, trying to act as charming as possible but unable to conceal a small shakiness in his voice. "I'm a Graphic Artist. My office is also my studio and I tend to spend a lot of time there, but occasionally I need to get out for awhile and just let my hair down". "I know what you mean" Tom said, shaking his head. "I work in a small office myself about a mile from here -- Venture Publications. Just my boss, a couple of co-workers and a secretary. All women, which definitely has its benefits, but I also tend to spend far too much time there. I live alone and don't really have any responsibilities dragging me home at a regular time each night. It is good to get out once in awhile and just meet some new people". "Sounds like we have a lot in common, Tom. Say! I don't suppose you've had dinner yet, have you?" "No, just a couple of bourbons so I'm nicely mellow. What did you have in mind?" Beverly smiled at him invitingly. "I know this GREAT little place about a mile from here. Very quiet and very casual... actually, it's my place." Tom looked at her a bit stunned but recovered in time to give a small shrug and a smile. "With all the kooks running around, I'm not in the habit of inviting men I just met back to my house, but I feel very comfortable with you. I tend to trust my instincts." "Sounds good to me" he smiled. Should I follow you in my car?" "Actually, I usually walk to work on nice days like today. Why don't we both go in your car, if you don't mind?" "Let's go." Tom said, peeling off a few bills to leave for the tip and standing up. In her high heels, Beverly was about half a head taller than Tom, but she didn't seem to take notice of it and led the way to the door. Tom followed her, staring at the way her ass moved under her skirt as she walked. Beverly gave Tom the directions and soon they were parking in the driveway of a modest single-level house. As Tom was preparing to get out of the car Beverly reached over and patted his knee gently and smiled at him. Tom waited for Beverly to walk ahead of him to the door. Any excuse to get another look at that luscious ass of hers. He felt his dick begin to stir a little and tried to will himself to calm down. He didn't want the embarrassment of walking into her house with a hard-on. As soon as the door was unlocked and they were in the house Beverly asked Tom to sit down while she changed out of her work clothes. When she returned a few minutes later, Tom was surprised to find that she had changed into a loose robe and slippers. Whoa! Things were all of a sudden moving very quickly. The older woman saw the look of surprise on Tom's face and smiled down at him. "What's the matter, Tom? Haven't you ever been seduced before?" Well Tom hadn't, but the way his cock was pulsing he knew that tonight was going to be something special indeed. Beverly quickly moved to sit down on the couch next to Tom. She crossed her legs so that one perfectly formed leg stuck out through the opening of her robe and was bared almost to her hip. Tom's eyes were riveted to it and Beverly laughed a little as she placed one hand on his crotch and the other around the back of his head. She moved over him and planted a full kiss on his lips, squeezing his cock gently with her other hand. Tom moaned as her tongue darted into his mouth. "You're pretty hot, huh Tommy baby?" The older woman cooed over him. "Well that's just fine. "I have a feeling you're going to get a lot hotter before the night is over." She then opened her robe a little so Tom could see that she wasn't wearing anything under it. "You want some of this tonight?" "Mmmmm..." Tom moaned. His mind was reeling. Something in the way she had so quickly taken control of the situation seemed to make his erection even harder, more urgent. "You just be a good boy, sweetie, and Beverly will give you the best fuck of your life!" That would certainly be the case, for although Tom had had a few girlfriends and was generally good looking, he had never actually had sex with a woman before. He was beginning to be afraid that he might be the only twenty-five year old virgin in the world. But not for long! Beverly was working magic on him and he knew it. He wanted her desperately and SHE knew it too. As Beverly opened her robe wider his hands found her breasts and instinctively began cupping the mounds of soft flesh and fingering the nipples. His whole body was shuddering with desire when suddenly she pulled away and closed her robe. "Wait a minute Tommy. You don't get any of this until I've had my fun too. And right now, what I want more than ANYTHING is to see that cute little ass of yours and to hold it in my hands. Why don't you get out of those clothes?" As Beverly said this to the shocked young man she was rubbing herself through her robe, knowing inside the effect she was having on the inexperienced young man. Tommy was burning up with lust. He was confused, but he was also out of control. He had never been completely naked in front of a woman before but he slowly began removing his clothes, as if he no longer had a will to resist. Beverly exulted in his apparent bashfulness and was enjoying the way his hands trembled slightly with his shirt buttons. After the shirt and tee-shirt came off, Tommy fumbled a little with his belt buckle. One glance at Beverly sitting there licking her lips and showing off her legs was all it took, though, to get him back on track. Tommy kicked off his shoes and socks and with a deep breath let his pants fall to his ankles. As he stepped out of them he was standing there before this gorgeous woman, dressed in only his tight jockey shorts. Tommy's head was swimming. This woman had been a total stranger just an hour before and here he was about to stand stark naked in front of her so she could look at his ass! Beverly looked him up and down approvingly and then made a motion with both of her hands that he should also remove his jockey shorts... Tommy's face flamed red as he placed his thumbs into the elastic waistband and slowly lowered and then stepped out of his underwear. He stood there nervously with his hands over his genitals. Beverly motioned for him to move his hands away and he blushed even deeper as he dropped them to his sides. Beverly gazed at his exposed front with an appraising smile and nodded her head. "That's fine Tommy, now turn around slowly...stop. That's it. Now bend over from the waist and put your hands on the arm of the sofa. Tommy couldn't believe it but he was actually doing what she wanted. He had never in his life been completely naked in front of a woman! He was INTENSELY shy about his body and here he was, naked and bending over a piece of furniture so that this woman could get a better view of his ass! He blushed deeply but at the same time he felt a kind of relief. This was to be his first sexual experience and all he had to do was follow instructions. He didn't have to worry about botching things up or making the wrong move and being laughed at. One of his overwhelming fears was of doing the wrong thing and being laughed at by a woman, and this more than anything else was the reason he was still a virgin. But now that fear was gone, replaced by an excitement and a desire to put all of his trust in the hands of this woman. Beverly reached over and began softly caressing and then molding his asscheeks. "Oh, beautiful, baby! You have a great ass. I can see I'm going to have lots of fun with you, and if you play your cards right and be a good boy, you'll have lots of fun too! If not then you can put your clothes back on right now and leave and never come back. What's it gonna be?" Tom felt a slight panic at her ultimatum. The feel of her hands on his asscheeks was pure ecstasy. Without realizing what he was doing he began unconsciously rotating his hips just a little bit. Almost unnoticeable, but Beverly noticed it. And she smiled a self- satisfied smile as she waited for his response. Yes, she was going to have some fun with this one... "Yes, Beverly. I'll do whatever you say. Just don't make me leave. Not now...I..." He was moaning now and rotating his hips in larger circles. Beverly reached one hand through his legs and began lightly stroking the underside of his penis. Starting at the bottom and lightly brushing the underside near the head. Tommy was almost out of his mind. "Y-E-S, Y-E-S" he began moaning over and over. His knees were shaking. Suddenly Beverly stopped and walked over to a closet from which she brought out a medium sized cardboard box. "I'm going to fuck you Tommy. I'm going to blow your mind, but it's got to be on my terms. Do you understand me boy?" "Yes Beverly, I'll do anything you want. You're so beautiful... and, I love you." Tommy was almost crying now. "I can see that you do!" Beverly remarked. Then, taking two pair of handcuffs out of the box, she told Tommy to lie down on the floor on his back. She took the first set of handcuffs and placed one of the cuffs on his right ankle, then bent his leg upright and grabbing his right arm and pulling it up to meet his foot she clicked the second cuff over his wrist, thus shackling his right wrist to his right ankle. Tommy was confused and before he could really grasp what was happening she had the second set of handcuffs in her hands and had already snapped one end over his left ankle. "Wait a minute!" he cried, starting to panic. "Wh-what are you doing!" Beverly spoke gently and assuringly, "I told you Tommy, you're going to have to do it my way or no way at all. You either trust me completely or leave. There's no compromise. Now give me your left wrist." Tommy was confused and scared. He was scared of what was happening to him, but he was also even more scared of not going through with this. To lose his one chance at that luscious body. He looked at Beverly and suddenly he felt that he really could trust her. He slowly lifted his left arm to her. CLICK. With that sound it was all over. A split second afterwards he finally began to realize the incredibly shameful position he had just been chained into! He was stark naked in this strange woman's house, lying on her rug on his back with his knees bent and his legs up in the air. Left ankle chained to left wrist, right ankle chained to right wrist. He was open and exposed. More exposed than he had ever been in his life. More exposed than a man could EVER be... or so he thought. For Beverly was just beginning with him... Just beginning!