Leather Lovers-Bound & Beaten Beauties
by Unknown


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

The use of leather and the act of whipping are not new to the sexual history 
of mankind. Probably ever since time began, people have been submitting to 
and administering beatings to each other for sexual stimulation and 
enjoyment. 

There are many forms of this kind of activity and this volume represents 
only a small portion of the acts. In these pages you will discover young 
women who have fallen willingly or unwillingly into the world of pain and 
pleasure, where nothing is barred and anything goes. 

Consider the words of just a few of the people you will be meeting: 

Mara D., sixteen: "I thought the world had ended when my parents died. I 
couldn't have realized the kind of pain I would go through with my 
step-parents...." 

Shelly W., eighteen: "My gymnastics coach cornered me one afternoon and gave 
me the worst beating I ever had. I couldn't believe it when I started to 
enjoy it...." 

Lisa R., twenty-one: "At first it was all Wayne's idea. Then, as he began to 
hit me harder and harder, I started begging him to hurt me as badly as he 
could...." 

Susan L., twenty-five: "My boss told me either submit, or lose my job. What 
could I do? I gave it, but I never suspected he wanted this...." 

These women and more are about to reveal the darkest secrets of pain and 
pleasure, their stories are just an example of what happens in this dark; 
strange practice. 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

 SUBJECT: Mara D. AGE: Sixteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

The fetish for bondage, discipline and leather have been around for 
centuries, only in the last few years, however, has this widely practiced 
method of sexual enjoyment received such public attention. 

In my work, I deal with sexual problems and desires quite often, and each 
time I come to realize how varied and different people's pleasure and 
desires truly are. Sometimes all this is fine, no one gets hurt and each 
partner is satisfied. Other times, however, serious, sometimes terminal 
damage can be done. 

A case in point is that of Mara D., a pert, attractive girl of sixteen who 
came to my office one bright, spring afternoon. She was wearing a very short 
mini length dress that was dotted with multi-colored flowers and accentuated 
her budding and blossoming body. 

She took a place across from my desk, sitting nervously in the large, 
comfortable chair, avoiding my eyes as I gazed at her. She was distraught, 
that much was apparent, and I tried to put her fears to rest. 

I told her to simply begin her story wherever she felt comfortable and tell 
it to me with as little difficulty as possible. She began slowly, her voice 
trembling as she spoke, and it was soon clear to me that she had suffered 
much trauma in her short, strained life. 

I feel so old, sometimes, Doctor, so damn old. I feel like I've lived for 
fifty years or more! When I think about what has happened to me, I get so 
upset and sad that I just want to die, that's all! 

The whole thing began with the death of my parents, and truly, I believe 
that what has happened to me is a kind of punishment for them. It was my 
fault that they died, you know. If I hadn't been so stupid and headstrong, 
they would still be alive. 

I loved them so much, and they always spoiled me rotten. I could get my way 
any time I wanted it, which was all the time, of course. That afternoon I 
stayed out too long in the sun, was a perfect example of how they loved me. 

Even when they knew they were right, they didn't try and force me to get out 
of the glaring rays. By the time I did, I had a bad burn and they were 
taking me to the hospital when they had the accident. 

I have always felt that it was all my fault. They died that very same 
evening, both of them together, and I don't think I'll ever get over that, 
nor the guilt that I carry around inside of me. 

I know how old I sound, everyone tells me how grown up I am, and I have to 
laugh. I wish I wasn't this adult. But if you kill your parents, I guess you 
grow up a lot quicker than you expected! 

Anyway, I got sent to a state home for orphans and it wasn't too bad for 
awhile. Most of the kids were okay, though a lot less mature than I, but I 
didn't really mind it. I was too numb with shock. 

I had never expected to be adopted. Since I was just fifteen at the time, I 
figured I was too old by then. I helped out around the home, thinking that 
someday I would be on my own, and it was time I learned to fend for myself. 

I was really shocked when my step-parents picked me to adopt. They were nice 
people, it seemed, and the idea that they wanted a girl almost completely 
grown up surprised me. I felt very proud of myself for giving such a good 
impression when I met them. 

If you had told me what was going to happen to me after they got me back to 
their home, I don't think I would have ever believed you. I mean, seeing 
those two kind, gentle people in the home, you'd never dream of some of 
their ideas of fun. 

The first few weeks were wonderful. They treated me as kindly and sweetly as 
my own kin had done. They bought me a whole wardrobe and gave me my own, big 
bedroom in their big house. I was finally beginning to feel like I belonged 
somewhere, again. 

I didn't notice anything strange until about a month after I moved in. It 
was fall and I had skipped school, deciding to take a nap before going out 
with my friends that evening. 

I was feeling really, really alive, full of energy and excitement, because 
the girls and I were going to go to a new disco that just opened up and I 
was hoping to meet some boys. 

I had already lost my virginity the summer before, and though I hadn't done 
anything with any of the boys at the home, by now I was dying for some sex. 
I always felt I had a mature attitude toward it, and I couldn't wait to make 
love to some guy, again. 

All those thoughts were racing through my mind as I stepped through the back 
door to our house. I didn't know if anyone was home, so I didn't bother 
calling out my foster parents' names. 

I skipped up the stairs, heading toward my bedroom, when I was stopped short 
by the sight of my foster mother entering their room. She didn't see me at 
all, but I sure saw her. 

She was wearing a skin-tight, one piece leather outfit, with tall, 
spike-heeled shoes and long, elbow-length leather gloves. The sound of the 
material crackling as she moved roared in my ears and I was shocked and 
intrigued by her appearance. 

She had been carrying a short-handled, multi-stranded black whip in her hand 
and I could hear her cracking the wicked tool against her open palm as she 
moved about in their bedroom. 

Slowly I crept down the hall and edged along the side of the wall until I 
was right beside the door frame. I leaned around, just an inch or two, and 
peered inside to see what was going on. 

My foster father was naked in the frame of the bathroom door, his wrists and 
ankles bound to four small hooks at either corner of the frame, by thin 
strands of leather thongs. He was glancing over his shoulder at my foster 
mother who was approaching him, smacking the whip against her side. 

"Well, slave, are you ready to beg for my forgiveness, now?" my foster 
mother growled, laying the strands of the whip against his bare, 
sweat-stained back. "I want to hear you sobbing for mercy, you worthless 
scum! Are you ready to do that?" 

Her voice was so weird and completely unlike her, that I had to stifle a fit 
of giggles that suddenly came over me. I watched my foster father's eyes as 
he gazed at his wife, flickering with defiance and fear. 

"Never, never will I submit, you bitch," he hissed back, his lips quivering 
with mock rage. "I don't care what you do to me, whore, I will never give 
you that satisfaction!" 

It was like an old movie or something! I couldn't believe what I was 
watching. My foster mother ground the handle of the whip against the small 
of my foster father's back and I heard him groan in pain. 

"All right, scum, let's begin," my foster mother said. She stepped back and 
raised her arm to strike him. "Let's see how a taste of my lash changes your 
mind!" 

I screamed just at that point, so shocked by the realization that she was 
actually going to hit him. Her head turned sharply and I stumbled into the 
frame of the door. I felt about two inches tall, embarrassed that I was 
spying on them. 

I turned to go, but my foster mother crossed the space between us in a 
flash, grabbing hold of my wrist and holding me firmly. "What the hell are 
you doing here, bitch?" she growled, twisting my arm until I gasped with 
pain. 

"No ... nothing, honest, Mother," I groaned, trying to pull away from her. 
"I ... I just got home, early, that's all! Please let me go, Mother, you're 
hurting me!" 

The woman rudely dragged me into the room and threw me to the floor beside 
my Father's feet. I rubbed my arm, staring up at them with a growing fear 
that I could not explain, but was assaulting me nonetheless. 

She was busily freeing my father and in a few moments, both of them were 
lifting me to my feet, binding my wrists and ankles in the same manner as he 
had been. It all happened so fast, that I hardly knew what was happening 
until they had me secured to the four corners of the door frame. 

"We don't like snoops, bitch," my mother growled, reaching around in front 
of me, fumbling with the buttons to my blouse. 

"We're going to show you what we do with spies, little whore!" 

I felt her pulling on my blouse and I screamed in shock as she tore it from 
my body, ripping it from the sleeves and tossing it away. She unfastened my 
bra and it dangled from the straps over my shoulders, leaving my back 
exposed. 

"Please, what are you doing, mother?" I moaned, turning my head, trying to 
see what they were doing. "Don't hurt me, father, ohhh, God, don't hurt me, 
please!" 

My foster mother unfastened the button to my skirt and drew it away from me, 
and I sobbed with shame at being so exposed to them. My father supped 
underneath my arm and stood in front of me, smiling wickedly. 

"We haven't had a new person to play our games in a long time, Mara," he 
whispered softly, running the palm of his hand down over my belly. "It's 
going to be fun having some one different to play with!" 

I felt his fingers curling in my panties then he suddenly pulled his fingers 
away from me, tearing the cotton undergarment from my loins in one swift 
tug. I gasped as he stripped me naked, and I shivered with embarrassment and 
growing fear. 

My foster father bent into my body, one hand lightly cupped over my pussy, 
the other inching its way up to my jiggling breasts. I felt his fingers 
curling around one of my small mounds, giving it an affectionate squeeze. 

"What lovely little tits you have, my dear," he chuckled softly, gently 
kneading my trembling boob. "I can see you are already turning into the 
delicious little girl I thought you would be!" 

I groaned and shivered, shaking my head. "Ohhh, Daddy, Daddy, don't do that, 
please," I moaned quietly, feeling so ashamed by my nakedness and his touch. 
"Please, Daddy, you know you shouldn't!" 

He pinched my nipple harshly between his fat thumb and forefinger and I 
moaned as the pain rippled through me. "Stupid little bitch," he hissed 
through his teeth. "You're here to do our bidding, not what you want!" 

He stepped away from me then and fixed his gaze on my step-mother who was 
still digging the handle of the whip into the small of my back. She leaned 
against me, pressing her lips to my flesh, whispering urgently. 

"Little whore, little spy, you must pay for your wicked little snooping," 
she said, almost affectionately, in a quiet voice. "We will show you what we 
do with spies, you will learn your lesson!" 

I trembled violently as I felt her take a step backward. I twisted my head 
around to see what she was doing, then I gasped with shock as she raised the 
whip over her head, the ugly black strands dangling down over her arm. 

Swiftly she brought her arm forward, laying the bulk of the wicked-looking 
strands across my back with all her effort and force. The pain was 
unbelievable as the whip cut into my flesh, searing me like a burning iron. 

I screamed wildly, quivering against my bonds under the impact of the blow. 
My upper back and shoulders seemed to be on fire with pain, and my eyes 
misted with the tears that were welling up inside of them. 

"The first cut is the best, whore," my step-mother hissed angrily. "That is 
why we have to try even harder to get any pleasure from the rest! Now, taste 
the punishment you deserve, worthless bitch!" 

Again she brought the whip down against my shoulders and the pain tore 
through me with even more power and force than the first time. I screamed in 
agony again, bucking against the strands of rope that held me in place. 

Never before in my life had I felt such agony. My real parents never spanked 
me at all, and of course, in the home, I was a good girl, so I had never 
been punished there, either. My mind was battling to grasp what was going 
on. 

But now, as my step-mother whirled the whip around her head, her eyes wild 
with passion, I realized that my torture had perhaps just begun. My 
shoulders throbbed powerfully and I could almost feel the welts beginning to 
grow on my damaged flesh. 

She snaked the whip across my buttocks, laying it on hard against my jutting 
behind, the cruel strands searing my flesh as the blow landed. My poor 
bottom quaked with pain and it felt as if she were carving my ass with a 
knife. 

"Ohhh, please, don't, no more," I groaned, shuddering violently in the grip 
of the ropes that were binding me. "Please, dear God, please don't hit me 
again, Mother!" 

"Silence, bitch," she growled, lashing the small of my back with the whip, 
cutting the thin leather cords deep into my flesh. I felt my skin breaking 
under the blows, the warm blood beginning to trickle from my wounds. 

Again and again she brought the whip down on my flesh. My screams no longer 
pierced the air one at at time, they now poured from my lips in a continual 
stream. Each time she struck me with the ugly weapon, the harsh, wet crack 
of leather meeting flesh, mingled with my cries of agony. 

My step-father was watching my beating, intently, his eyes drinking in all 
in. He ran his gaze up and down my naked, defenseless flesh, grinning wildly 
as he watched my boobs jiggling and my pussy growing damp with sweat. 

"Harder, Mother, whip her harder," he whispered almost hungrily. "Make the 
little slut scream in agony! Beat her, darling, beat her harder, harder, 
harder!" 

I felt my strength ebbing away as my step-mother continued to rain the blows 
down on my helpless body. She twirled the strands of the whip around my 
thighs, stinging them with pain, tugging it away from my flesh with a brutal 
yank of her arm. 

She whirled the whip around her head and slashed at my hips, the thick, 
nasty thongs leaving a bright, red stripe as they left my body. I shook and 
trembled under the beating, my lungs burning and aching under my tortured 
breathing. 

Again and again the blows fell. I could no longer keep track of when the 
whip met my flesh, and when it left it again. The searing, throbbing agony 
was now continual, and my back and buttocks and thighs tingled with a 
constant hurt. 

"Beg, bitch, beg for forgiveness," hissed my step-mother, slashing the whip 
at my ass once more, the loud, harsh crack cutting through the air in a wet, 
sickening way. "Beg your father and mother to forgive you, beg them now!" 

I screamed almost twice as loud as before. My eyes were blurred with tears 
and a blinding red mist that curled up from my pain. I was trembling so 
violently, that my wrists were torn from twisting them against the bonds. 

"God, please, please, no more," I groaned thickly, quivering violently under 
the constant attack. "No more, I beg you, Mother! I'm sorry, sorry for 
spying on you! Please forgive me, please, please, please!" 

She laughed cruelly and hit me with the whip a half dozen more times before 
she stopped. My body seemed on fire with pain and I could feel the blood 
from my wounds trickling down over my buttocks, slithering to the floor in 
tiny rivers along my legs. 

"Now, I think perhaps the little bitch has learned her lesson," she said, 
her voice tortured and weak from her excitement. "I think she has learned 
not to spy on us again!" 

My step-father laughed wickedly, a sly look coming into his eyes. He stepped 
forward, cupping both of his hands over my breasts once again, giving my 
boobs a tender, affectionate squeeze in his meaty paws. 

I groaned in embarrassment and shame, and shuddered under the throbbing ache 
that ran from my ankles to my shoulders, now. I heard him laughing quietly, 
kneading and massaging my quivering globes. 

"Yes, she has learned one part of the lesson, my dear," my step-father 
chuckled in an evil tone of voice. "But I wonder if she truly wants to make 
up for her misdeeds, what do you think?" 

I was terrified that they might start hitting me again, and I shook my head, 
moaning urgently. "Please, I am sorry, Daddy, truly, I am!" I gasped 
anxiously. "Please, please, I'll do anything you want to make up for it, 
anything!" 

One of his hands slithered down over my belly to my crotch and I felt him 
kneading my cunt mound with his fingers, gripping and squeezing my womb 
passionately. I sobbed in shame and quivered uncontrollably as he fondled my 
loins. 

"Well, well, my dear, it seems there might be a spark of the right attitude 
in her after all," he laughed, curling his fingers around one of my thighs 
and squeezing it hungrily. "Let's see just how much she wishes to make 
amends!" 

I felt his fingers slithering up and down along my inner thighs, twirling 
and dancing over my flesh, greedily. I began to realize what he had in mind 
and I sobbed uncontrollably in fear and shame. 

"I think a good fuck is what this little bitch needs, darling," my 
step-mother growled, stepping forward and rubbing her palm against my aching 
buttocks. "I think she owes you at least that much, my dear!" 

I couldn't believe that my step-mother was actually urging my step-father 
on. She gripped and massaged my aching bottom, digging her fingers into the 
slippery flesh of my ass, squeezing my buttocks fiercely in her grip. 

My step-father leaned against my trapped and bound body, pressing his lips 
to the tops of my quivering tits, slithering his tongue along the damp, 
sweat-drenched cleft between my mounds. 

I shivered spasmodically as I felt his lips kissing me hungrily, his teeth 
nipping at my fleshy globes. I groaned as he swirled his tongue around the 
base of one of my nipples, slashing and teasing my tender button with the 
tip of his dart. 

He caught one nipple between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, 
trapping it there. I sobbed as he sucked on my imprisoned bud, jabbing his 
tongue at it, rolling it back and forth until I was gasping with a heady 
mixture of pain and pleasure. 

"Your little tits are delicious, my dear," he chuckled happily, lathering my 
boob with his tongue. "I could kiss them forever, little cunt, forever!" 

Ohh, God, do you realize how unspeakable the whole idea of him making love 
to me, was, Doctor? I wanted to die right then! As I felt his mouth and 
hands assaulting me so hungrily, I wished I could faint and not endure the 
horrible shame of what was happening to me. 

I quivered against my bonded wrists and ankles, not daring to say a thing, 
knowing what would happen to me if I asked my step-father to stop. I 
shivered uncontrollably as he kneaded my loins, feeling the horrible shame 
overwhelming me. 

I felt his fingers slithering up and down along my pussy lips, rolling and 
turning against my slippery folds of flesh, eagerly pulling and pinching my 
tender petals, until my loins were slippery with the cunt juice that he 
created in them. 

I could not deny that my womb was beginning to tremble and sting with an 
increasing pleasure and it made me ill to think that my body might actually 
be responding to his ruthless attack. 

I shivered involuntarily as he slipped two fingers beyond my aching cunt 
entrance and slowly rode them deep into my tight, warm passage. The shock of 
their penetration filled me with loathing, but a warm, rippling pleasure was 
growing inside me, too. 

I gasped as I felt him drive his fingers deeper into my cunt, twisting and 
turning them, until they were buried to the hilt in my throbbing passage. I 
groaned thickly, trembling uncontrollably as the warm, enticing waves of 
need began to ripple through my throbbing pit. 

"Ahhh, I see you enjoy this, my dear," my step-father chuckled happily. He 
twirled his fingers teasingly against my inner walls, then laughed with 
delight as I bucked involuntarily in response. 

"Yes, yes, my little bitch, I can see you like this a great deal," he 
laughed, his voice cruel and passionate. "Well, it gets much better, little 
cunt, much, much better, I promise you!" 

He began to pump his fingers in and out of my cunt in a slow, rhythmic 
fashion. I moaned as the two, thick spears slithered along my inner walls, 
scraping against my taut interior with insistent greed. My loins were on 
fire now, as he pumped his digits in and out of my taut tunnel. Each stroke 
brought a rolling, churning pleasure to my cunt that was unmistakable in its 
growing passion. I couldn't help twisting and turning against the prongs as 
they drove in and out of me. I was gasping in pleasure, now, my breath 
coming in tight, constricted spurts as the power of my greed and lust began 
to boil in my loins. 

"Ohhh, Daddy, Daddy," I sighed, my voice weak and spent from all I had 
endured. "It's ... it's so nice, Daddy, so nice! Ummm, it feels so good, 
Daddy, so very good!" 

My step-mother continued to knead and caress my bottom. Her fingers gripped 
and squeezed my throbbing cheeks, and I could feel the cool, soothing 
sensation of her lips as she kissed my torn and bruised shoulders. 

"Fuck her, darling, fuck her hard," she whispered ever so passionately to my 
brutal step-father. "Make the little bitch sing with pleasure, make her cry 
with delight! Fuck the little slut, fuck her good!" 

I was groaning loudly now, shivering and quaking under his fingers and lips. 
I felt him chewing on my fleshy boobs with his teeth, slashing my mounds 
with his tongue, while his fingers steadily drove in and out of my aching 
womb. 

I stared down at his head and hands and saw him fumbling with his zipper 
with his free hand. It came free with a harsh, thick hiss and in seconds he 
had withdrawn his thick, erect shaft from his trousers. 

I gasped as I gazed at the massive prong, throbbing powerfully in his hand. 
I shuddered as he guided the huge rod to my quivering loins, the hot, thick 
helmet of the shaft scraping across the moist flesh of my inner thighs. 

"Ahhh, yes, little bitch, you will be nice," my step-father chuckled 
wickedly. I felt him withdraw his fingers from my pussy and I shuddered 
uncontrollably in aching anticipation. "Ummm, your little cunt is going to 
feel good to your Daddy, bitch, feel very good!" 

I moaned as he placed the hot, pounding head of his cock against my 
trembling pussy lips. I could feel the fevered blood pounding in the huge 
helmet, throbbing powerfully against my slippery petals. 

He bucked forward, suddenly, penetrating my tight, wet tunnel and I cried 
out as the hard, hot shaft drove into my womb, invading my tortured chamber. 
I groaned as the huge, thick prong went deeper into my womb, filling my cunt 
to bursting. 

"Ohhh, God, Daddy, yes," I sighed in pleasure, no longer able to control the 
harsh, demanding greed that was burning inside of me. "Do it, Daddy, do it 
to me, please! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard!" 

My step-father grunted his delight as he ground his belly tight against my 
own, twisting and turning until he had buried his prick to the hilt in my 
aching pit. I sobbed wildly with pleasure and despair as I felt the powerful 
prong pounding violently in the depths of my womb. "Ohhhh, yeah, bitch, nice 
and tight," my step-father groaned, his cock rocking back and forth inside 
of me. "Good and hot, ready for action! Just how I like it, baby, just how I 
like it, yeah!" 

I gasped with an overwhelming passion now, as the hard, thick spear pounded 
violently inside of me. Each heady, wild pulsation of blood that raced along 
the huge rod, filled me with an increasing delight that I no longer even 
bothered to deny. 

I rocked forward, desperate to get him moving. I wanted to feel the huge, 
hot tool riding violently along my inner walls, twisting and turning, 
driving me insane with aching need. 

"Fuck me, now, Daddy, right now, please," I sobbed uncontrollably, my head 
swaying from left to right on my shoulders. "Please, please do it, now, 
Daddy! Fuck me, hard, right now, please!" 

He laughed viciously and slithered his cock three quarters of the way out of 
my aching passage. I shivered involuntarily as I felt the hard, throbbing 
shaft riding back along my tortured inner walls. 

He paused for a moment, holding me firmly by the hips, then he slammed 
forward once more, grinding his cock hard and fast back into my cunt, 
driving it all the way inside of me. 

I screamed in delight, shuddering under the force and delicious agony of his 
invasion. My cunt ached with pleasure, and as his cock drove to the depths 
of my womb and his belly smacked into mine, I screamed quietly in pleasure. 

Now he began to ride his cock in and out of my cunt with increasing rhythm 
and force. Each stroke began to take me higher and higher on a plane of 
violent passion that I had never known before. 

My flesh still ached with the force of my beating, but now the pain mingled 
deliciously with the warm, enticing pleasure I was experiencing under my 
step-fathers greedy assault. 

He rocked and swayed as he powered his shaft along my taut, wet tunnel. I 
felt his prick quivering inside of me as he pumped his shaft in and out of 
my cunt. Each delightful tremor sent waves of aching need tearing through 
me, and I was groaning and twisting greedily against his frenzied attack. 

His cock slammed into me again and again, and I was powerless, now, to do 
anything other than respond. The only thought I had in my mind was the 
aching, driving orgasm that I felt building in my loins. I could see and 
feel ' nothing else but lust, by now, and I flexed my cunt muscles 
frantically against the plunging shaft, trying to urge his passion on. 

My pussy was drawing nearer and nearer a moment of powerful release and I 
rocked my body hungrily against his, aching to feel the enticing explosion 
tearing through my tortured womb. 

I felt my cunt growing tight and hot, my pussy muscles wrapping hungrily 
around his driving tool, holding it firm as I tensed completely under the 
impending orgasm. I groaned and shuddered, speaking in a breathless voice as 
my delicious relief grew closer and closer. 

"Ohhh, God, Daddy, yes, yes, I'm going to come," I sobbed uncontrollably, 
even the sense of shame gone from me now. "I'm going to come, Daddy, come 
right now! Oooo, it's going to be nice, so very nice!" 

I felt the orgasm bursting suddenly in my loins and I shuddered violently 
with the wonderful spasms that roared through my burning womb. I felt the 
come bursting from the depths of my loins, swirling around his pounding 
shaft. 

The lovely, aching tremors raced through my womb, making me buck and sway 
uncontrollably with their impact. My cunt throbbed painfully and I sank deep 
into the throes of the most delicious ecstasy I had ever known. 

I felt my step-father increasing the rhythm and force of his fucking and I 
knew that his own aching needs would soon be fulfilled. I locked and 
unlocked my cunt muscles around his ramming meat, urging him on with my 
flesh, grinding my belly as hard as I could against his own. 

He rammed his prick in and out of me in a frenzy now, twisting and turning 
the huge cock against my slippery inner walls, gasping and moaning as the 
powerful spasms of lust raced along the length of his rod. His balls slapped 
against my inner thighs and I could feel the hot, steaming come boiling in 
the taut, hairy sack. 

Suddenly he bucked forward, plunging his shaft to the depths of my womb, 
pulling me tightly to him. I felt him quaking violently inside of me, and I 
heard him sighing contentedly as his orgasm burst in his hot, pounding nuts. 

The thick, creamy come spurt from his shaft, searing my inner walls with its 
wet, steaming greed. I sobbed and quivered as the burning fluid shot from 
the head of his cock, mingling with my own liquid passion in the pit of my 
tortured passage. 

"I'm coming, bitch, coming in you now," he groaned thickly, grinding the 
spurting tool hard against my throbbing interior. "Ahhh, yeah, coming so 
good in you now, baby, so good, right now!" 

Our powerful tremors and spasms mixed together until we were shivering and 
quaking almost as one. The orgasms that tore through me seemed to last 
forever and I could think of nothing, at that moment, but the delicious and 
enticing pleasure I was experiencing in the depths of my burning chamber. 

How long it went on, I can't say, but by the time he stepped back, pulling 
his huge, pounding meat from my womb, I was so exhausted that I slumped down 
against the cords that bound my wrists, completely spent. 

It was the most powerful and intense sexual experience I had ever had up to 
that point, and I was completely overwhelmed by the force of my own lust and 
the willingness with which I had responded to my step-father's assault. 

I started sobbing quietly, just weeping with shame and confusion. After a 
little while, my step-mother untied my bonds and I slipped off to the bath 
room to take a shower, hoping I could wash some of the horror of the 
incident away from me. 

Our time was almost up at this point, and it was just as well, for Mara 
looked decidedly pale and drained. I gently suggested that she return at the 
same time the next afternoon, to continue with her story. 

She left my office, seemingly all right, but I worried about her 
nonetheless, for I knew she was going home to her step-parents, and they 
seemed, increasingly to me, to be the cornerstone of her problem. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

When Mara returned to my office, on time, the next afternoon, she looked a 
bit better than when she had left. Her face had a bit more color to it, and 
she was not as frightened-looking as before. 

She resumed her place in the big chair beside my desk and folded her hands, 
primly, in her lap. As she spoke, I could hear her voice weak with emotion, 
trembling on the edge of worry, confusion and fear. 

After that incident, I was praying that they would leave me alone. I hoped 
that my one involvement would be enough. I was banking on the fact that they 
really didn't need me for their fun and that the first time was just as they 
had told me, a punishment for my spying. 

Of course, I was wrong. Completely wrong. That one incident had whetted 
their appetite. They had found someone new, and they weren't about to stop 
at one time with me. They wanted more, much, much more! 

My back healed quickly, for my step-mother is an expert with the whip. In 
just a few days there was hardly a mark left on my flesh and they both 
decided that it was time for another session. 

Of course, I wanted nothing more to do with it, but I had no choice. As much 
as I could have protested, they would not have listened. I had been going 
around in the pit of shame and despair ever since the first time, and when 
they came up to my room a few nights later, I dreaded even seeing them. 

I was in bed, wearing my nightgown, trying to study when they walked into my 
room. I could see by the way my step-mother was dressed, that they had 
beatings and passion on their minds. 

She was wearing the same leather outfit as she had before, and my 
step-father was dressed only in a pair of tight, black leather shorts, that 
looked so silly, I almost burst out into laughter when I saw him wearing 
them. 

"And, how is our little pet, this evening?" my step-mother cooed lovingly as 
she sat down beside me on my bed. "I hope she is feeling well and happy! We 
have to keep her amused, don't we?" 

I felt her fingers traveling down along my arm, teasing my skin with the 
soft tips of her digits, making me shiver involuntarily as the tingling 
sensation rippled through me uncontrollably. 

"Ohhh, please, please, Mother, I don't want to play," I groaned, wishing at 
once that I hadn't said it. "I mean ... ohh, God, Mother, Daddy, I can't, I 
just can't!" 

My step-mother slapped my cruelly across my cheek, knocking me on my side 
with the force of the blow, splitting my lips as she struck me. I groaned 
and held my cheek, trembling with fear. 

"Little, self-centered, cunt," my step-mother hissed, getting to her feet 
and pulling the covers away from me. "I can see you need to be punished some 
more, bitch! You haven't learned your lesson, yet!" 

She motioned to my step-father and he hurried to the bed. He grabbed hold of 
me while my step-mother pulled my nightgown over my head. I was squealing 
and kicking, total terror coming over me, now. 

I tried to escape, but it was useless, for the two of them easily and 
quickly threw me down on my stomach and swiftly bound my wrists and ankles 
to the four posters of the bed, stretching my limbs as taut as they could. 

I groaned, shivering with fear, feeling the cool breeze that blew through 
the open window caressing my quivering bum. I felt my step-mother gently 
riding her hand over my ass, soothingly caressing my buttocks with the tips 
of her fingers. 

"Such an adorable bottom," she whispered quietly, giving one of my cheeks an 
affectionate squeeze. "So pink and warm, just right for pleasure, hummm?" 

Her hand left my bottom and went to her waist. I watched with mounting 
horror as she unbuckled the thick, wide belt she was wearing and handled the 
ugly-looking tool to my step-father. 

"She wishes to deny you, darling," my step-mother growled viciously. "We 
can't allow the willful little whore to do that, now can we, my dear?" 

"Certainly not," my step-father hissed, curling the buckle and a loop of the 
wicked, black weapon around his hand, his fingers gripping it firmly. "I'm 
just going to have to teach her another lesson, that's all!" 

With those words, he lifted the belt over his head and brought it down hard 
against my defenseless buttocks. The pain was searingly intense and my 
screamed mingled in the air with the harsh, wet crack the belt made when it 
hit my quivering bottom. 

I sobbed in agony as my step-father brought the cruel, thick tool down 
against my bum once again. The pain tore through my ass like searing irons 
and I felt like I might faint, the fierce and throbbing agony was so 
intense. 

I quivered uncontrollably under the blow, quaking violently as the belt 
struck my ass once more. I screamed loudly, howling with unbelievable hurt. 
It was worse than the whip had been, and I did not know if I could endure 
it. 

"Stop, ohhh, God, please, please stop," I sobbed, twisting and turning 
helplessly, trying to roll away from the rain of blows that were assaulting 
me. "Ohhh, God, Daddy, Mother, please, please don't hurt me anymore!" 

"Take the pain, you little, ungrateful, whore," my step-mother hissed as my 
step-father struck me again. "Take all of the pain and punishment you 
deserve, little cunt, all of it, now!" 

Again and again my step-father brought the ugly, cool leather down against 
my defenseless bottom. The harsh, cruel blows stung me to the depths of my 
flesh, almost as if a hundred knives were slicing through my spongy mounds. 

I sobbed and shuddered, unable to escape the blows. The pain was so intense 
and powerful that I could hardly feel anything else other than the agony I 
was experiencing. Neither of them seemed to give a damn that I was enduring 
so much pain, they merely laughed each time I cried out or quivered in agony 
under the blows. 

Harder and faster he whipped me with the belt. My ass now throbbed 
continually and my flesh was raw from the attack. I sobbed and shuddered, my 
ass burning with the fierce throes of agony. 

I mashed my face against my pillow, crying uncontrollably, bucking and 
jerking each time the belt landed on my bum. I could no longer think of 
anything else but my agony and humiliation and I felt as if I might die if 
they didn't stop soon. 

My step-father brought the belt down on me about a dozen more times, then I 
heard it crash against the wall as he tossed it away in the fury of his 
mounting passion. His hands clutched at my buttocks, then, kneading and 
tugging on my cheeks with a powerful hunger. 

"Ahhh, little cunt doesn't want to play, eh?" he chuckled wickedly, 
slithering his fingers up and down along my anal cleft, "Well, we'll show 
her we don't need that pussy, won't we, my dear!" 

"Ummm, I'm sure we will, darling," my step-mother cackled in delight. "Show 
her that there are more ways of having fun than with her cunt, my dear! Show 
her what pleasures an asshole can give you! Show her, now!" 

I tensed completely when I heard that, the awful horror of the idea searing 
my brain as powerfully as the beating had done to my flesh. I shuddered in 
revulsion, feeling my step-father's greedy fingers massaging my tight, wet 
bum hole. 

"Ohhh, God, Daddy, please, not that," I moaned, shivering with fear and 
horror. "Please, Daddy, please! I ... I never did ... it's too small, Daddy, 
ohhh, God, it's too small!" 

My step-father laughed harshly, twisting and turning his fingers against the 
tight trembling entrance to my asshole. I gasped as I felt him forcing a 
single digit beyond my fleshy mound, driving it hard into my hot, tight 
passage. 

I screamed at the invasion, my bottom aching with pain as the cruel, 
ruthless prong sank deeper into my wet, warm tunnel. My bum throbbed with 
pain and his finger seemed to be stretching it beyond its normal limits. 

"You'll get used to it, whore," he hissed, leaning over and whispering 
passionately in my ear. "You'll get used to it or have to suffer, whichever 
you like, I really don't care!" 

He buried his finger to the hilt in my anal pit, scraping it cruelly against 
my delicate inner walls, making me jerk and shudder with the rolling waves 
of agony that the hard, thick prong created in my bum. 

Viciously he began to pump his finger in and out of my bottom, rolling and 
twisting it brutally inside of me, making me scream with pain each time he 
ground the hard, nasty prong inside of me. 

I couldn't stand the pain, then, I just couldn't! I screamed and shook, the 
sweat of agony breaking over my flesh as he powered his digit ruthlessly 
along my anal passage, preparing me for the next part of his assault. 

My anal juices were coating his finger and my rectal muscles trying 
desperately to relax under the vicious assault. I was trying to go as loose 
and limp as I could, each stroke of my finger making me tighten up in an 
involuntary spasm of pain. 

Faster and harder he pumped his finger in and out of my bum. I sobbed with 
the constant, stinging hurt and gasped as I felt him kneading my buttocks 
with his free hand, tickling my aching inner walls with the buried prong. 

"I think she might be just about ready, my dear," my step-father whispered 
to my step-mother, his voice thick with greed. "Her little bum is just about 
ready to receive me, now!" 

"Fuck her good and hard, darling," gasped my step-mother, almost trembling 
with pleasure at what she was watching. "Make her see the error of her ways, 
make her learn to obey us! Fuck her little asshole, fuck it hard!" 

I heard my step-father unzipping his pants and I gasped and tensed in 
terrified anticipation. I felt his thick, meaty fingers pulling my buttocks 
apart and I cried out as he placed the thick, hot tip of his cock between 
them. 

"Nooooo, Daddy, please, please, no," I sobbed, jerking and bouncing on the 
bed, trying to escape from the hard, hot cock that was tapping insistently 
against my anal entrance. "No, Daddy, please, please, don't!" 

My step-father laughed cruelly, and drove forward, ramming the huge, 
throbbing head of his cock into my tight, aching tunnel. The force of his 
invasion seared my asshole with a fiery pain and I screamed in agony as he 
penetrated my damp, tight pit. 

He grunted in effort, twisting and turning against my unyielding dot, 
driving his cock deeper and deeper into my bum, making my asshole expand way 
beyond its normal limits. If felt as if he were tearing my bottom apart and 
I clutched my fists in pain under the brutal rape. 

He shuddered with pleasure as he buried his prick to the hilt in my asshole, 
his fat, damp belly resting tightly against the curve of my behind. I moaned 
and shivered as the spasms of pain rippled through my anal canal and I felt 
the hot, pounding blood tearing through his shaft inside of me. 

"Ahhh, what a tight little asshole you have, my dear," my step-father 
groaned, slipping his fingers underneath me, clutching my boobs and pussy in 
his hands. "Just as tight as I could want it to me! Ahhh, fucking your 
little bum is going to be a lot of fun, cunt, a lot of " 

Now he began to slowly ride his prick in and out of my pit with a careful 
rhythm and force. He slithered the huge, hot tool back along my aching 
passage, rocking from side to side as he withdrew from my throbbing bum. 

I sobbed in pain as the big, hot prong left my aching passage. I could not 
believe how bad it hurt and I was terrified of what it would be like when he 
really got going. 

I felt his fingers kneading and squeezing my boobs, pinching my nipples 
cruelly between them as he fondled my aching tits. I felt him pause for a 
moment, just the head of his cock still inside of me, then he drove forward, 
slamming the huge, offending weapon back into the depths of my aching 
passage once more. 

I screamed and shuddered as he pumped his prick in and out of my asshole. 
Each stroke of the horrible tool filled my bum with a rolling agony that 
make me breathless with pain. I shuddered and squirmed, but I could not 
escape the relentless spear as he powered it along my aching pit. 

Faster and harder he rammed his meat into my bum. The tears of shame and 
agony poured from my eyes, now, and I could do nothing but shudder in spasms 
of pain and humiliation as he drove his cock against my flesh with 
increasing frenzy. 

Again and again he rammed into my bum. His prick seemed to be ripping my 
anal tunnel apart, and I could feel a trickle of warm blood seeping down 
between my thighs from my poor, damaged pit. 

Faster and harder he slammed the huge, tearing prong into me. The pain was 
beyond my belief, now, and I could do nothing more than shudder and quake 
with agony as he relentlessly bored into my tortured behind. 

I felt his prick growing thicker and harder as he powered the huge prong 
into me. I could tell by the burning blood that tore through the shaft, that 
he was drawing near to his orgasm and I could only pray that he would come 
as soon as possible. 

He buried his cock in the depths of my anal pit, grinding his belly against 
my buttocks as his fingers ruthlessly fondled and squeezed my breasts and 
loins. I was feeling no desire at all, then, just the dull, continual 
pounding of pain that tore through my asshole. 

Suddenly he was thrashing wildly above me ramming nib prick in and out of 
ine in a frenzied manner I heard him groaning in pleasure and bucking 
uncontrollably as his climax seized him. 

The thick, hot wads of come spurt from his shaft, filling my bottom with his 
liquid relief. He shuddered and moaned, grinding his prick hard against my 
asshole and I screamed as the passion overwhelmed him. 

"Ahhh, coming in your asshole, bitch, coming right now," he groaned, his 
voice thick and tortured with delight. "Yes, you little whore, yes, coming 
so good in you right now!" 

The spasms of release tore through him uncontrollably, now, and he trembled 
and quaked, rocking the spurting tool back and forth in the depths of my 
aching asshole. How long he came inside me, I can't remember, but it seemed 
like a long, long time before he finally quit. 

He lay over me, gasping for breath, kissing my shoulders with his slippery 
mouth. Finally his prick slithered from my behind and he rolled over on his 
back, sighing contentedly as his cock trembled with the final traces of his 
orgasm. 

And now, now it just goes on and on. Whenever they get bored or can't find 
another partner, they use me. I have been fucked and beaten so many times 
now, that I can't count how often it has happened. 

I feel like nothing, these days, Doctor, just nothing. I can't think, I 
can't dream, I can't do anything but wait for the next time, wondering when 
it will happen, how bad it will be. 

I know it's my fault, my punishment for my parents, but, God, Doctor, where 
will it end? Please help me, Doctor, please help me before I go insane! 

 CONCLUSION 

Softly, poor Mara began to cry at this point. I felt my own throat 
tightening as I watched the frail young girl sobbing into her cupped palms. 
I allowed her to cry for awhile, then gently tried to explain a few things 
to her. 

I told her as calmly as possible, that she was in no way responsible for her 
parents' death, and that what she was going through, should not be viewed as 
a punishment. 

I explained that some people enjoy that type of sexual stimulation and that 
her step-parents were merely using her as a tool for their pleasure. I told 
her that they obviously needed help, and I recommended a half-way house she 
could check into, if she wanted. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Shelly W. AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Shelly W. was a young girl I had heard of before she came to see me. She was 
a petite, pretty girl with long, blonde hair that tumbled Helightfullv over 
her shoulders. 

She was an internationally famous gymnast and I must admit I was a little in 
awe of her for the first moments we were together. She sat on the couch, her 
elegant knees tightly pressed together, her hands at her sides. 

As she spoke, I noticed a dull, almost lifeless quality to her voice that 
disturbed me greatly. For someone so young, she seemed quite resigned to her 
fate and this made my heart ache for the girl. 

There is no way for me to escape from what I'm involved in, Doctor, I know 
that. I chose this path, in a way, a long time ago. All I want to do now, is 
learn to accept it and deal with it as much as I can. 

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a gymnast. That's all I ever 
cared about, you know? I mean, throughout my life, it was the center of my 
being. Just competing was enough to keep me happy all the time. 

I wanted to go to the Olympics. I lived and breathed that one desire. I 
always thought I had a chance, then when the top coach in the country, Ivan 
Gronksy, the Russian champion took me on, I felt ten feet tall. 

He had defected just a year ago, and I never thought I would ever latch onto 
such a brilliant and important coach as that. But he saw me at one of the 
state-wide meets, and asked me to let him coach me that very afternoon. 

I thought it was going to be wonderful, and it was for the first few weeks. 
He was hard on me, but kindly, also, and seemed to believe in me completely. 
I would have never guessed his motives then. 

Then, one afternoon a couple of months ago, his true desires reared their 
heads. He was angry with me that day, I didn't know why until I figured it 
out later, that he was jealous of the boy I was dating. 

Being a gymnast, I'm naturally quite aware of my body, and I came to enjoy 
sex at an early age. I lost my virginity, willingly, at fifteen and I have 
been having sex on a regular basis ever since. 

Anyway, this afternoon, Ivan seemed to bear down on me brutally. Each time I 
missed a move, he would shout and cuff me, making me do it over and over 
again until I had done it right. 

He had never been his ruthless before, and I couldn't figure out what was 
going on. Finally, in the middle of an exercise I hadn't really learned 
completely, yet, he blew up. 

He grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me over to the far end of the empty 
gym, throwing me roughly against the mats that hung from hooks on the walls. 
He was breathing wildly and I was growing more and more frightened with each 
passing moment. 

"Stupid little bitch," he hissed through his teeth, reaching up and tying my 
wrists to the hooks with two thick, leather thongs. "You spend so much time 
with your lover, you forget about your work, eh? Well, Ivan will teach you 
to think about what's important, whore!" 

I really didn't know what was going on, at first. I was so scared and 
confused, so worried about disappointing him, that I hardly realized what he 
was doing until he had tied both my wrists tight to the hooks. 

I felt his fingers curling in the waist band to my gym suit and I gasped 
when he hauled it down past my thighs and knees, then pulled it over my toes 
before I had a chance to protest. 

I was suddenly naked to him from the waist down, and I moaned in 
embarrassment. "What ... what are you going to do?" I whispered frantically, 
twisting my head to see him. "Ivan, please, tell me what is going on!" 

I saw him pulling his belt from the loops of his trousers and I gasped with 
shock as I realized what he had in mind. He reached out and shoved the top 
piece of my gym suit up around my shoulders, exposing my back, now. 

"I am going to give you the beating you deserve, lazy slut," he growled, 
cracking the belt between his hands. "Perhaps a taste of the belt will wake 
you up, whore!" 

He stepped back, then and threw his arm behind him then brought it around 
quickly, cracking the thick, wide tool against my defenseless shoulders. I 
screamed as the pain tore through me, making me shudder violently under the 
force of the blow. 

Again he hit me with the ugly weapon, slashing it across my buttocks with a 
harsh, wet smack, making my bum tingle in agony. I screamed once more, 
twisting away from the blow, tugging on the cord that bound my wrists. 

"Ohhh, God, stop it, Ivan, stop it, please," I sobbed, watching with horror 
as he prepared to hit me again. "Don't hurt me, Ivan, I'll be good! Please, 
please don't hit me, again!" 

He laughed cruelly and snaked the belt viciously around my hips, searing me 
with the pain of the contact. I wailed in agony, my whole body shuddering 
uncontrollably as the throbbing agony raced through me. 

Once again he yanked the belt from my hips, leaving a wide, red welt in its 
wake, and whirled it around his head. When he brought it down against the 
small of my back, I thought I would faint, the blow hurt so badly. 

He was caught up in the pleasure of his attack, now. His eyes were 
flickering with evil delight and his lips trembling with pleasure. He struck 
the backs of my thighs with the horrible instrument and I cried out in agony 
once more. 

"You need this beating, you bitch," he hissed passionately, cracking the 
thick, cold leather against my bottom once more. "You need to be punished 
for your actions! I am your teacher, your trainer! You are my slave, whore, 
and this will teach you that fact once and for all!" 

I sobbed as the rippling tremors of pain raced through my back and buttocks. 
I was terrified now, shivering with the increasing fear that rose in my 
belly and gripped me tightly. 

I moaned as I watched him whirl the belt around his head once more, bringing 
it down against my bottom yet again, the harsh, wet smack of the belt 
meeting my flesh echoing in the deserted gym. 

My piercing wail tore through the air as it escaped my lips. I groaned and 
shuddered, totally helpless, now. "Ohhh, dear God, Ivan, stop, please stop," 
I gasped, my eyes blinking against the tears that poured from them, blurring 
my vision. "Don't hurt me anymore, please, don't! I'm sorry, Ivan, I'm 
sorry, sorry, sorry!" 

He ignored me, though, bringing the belt down against my shoulders again, 
searing my defenseless flesh with the cruel caress of the wide, cold 
leather. I screamed as he beat me again, his breath coming in tight, 
tortured gasps. 

Again and again he hit me. Each time he chose a different place, each time 
the pain was new and more unbelievably bad than the last. I twisted and 
turned against the bonds that held my wrists, quivering involuntarily under 
the harsh, cruel blows. 

My head dropped to my chest and I began to slump to my knees. All the 
strength drained out of me, then, and I could not support my body any 
longer, I was just hurt too badly to stand. 

He cracked the whip viciously against my back and behind. Whipping me faster 
and harder, laughing as he slashed and tore my flesh with the evil weapon. 
The pain consumed me, filling me with its horrible agony and soon, I could 
think of nothing but the beating I was enduring at his hands. 

Harder and faster he rained the blows down on me. I no longer felt a pause 
in between blows, they all seemed to mix together into one continual, 
agonizing pain that never left my flesh for a moment. 

I knew that the blood was dripping from a dozen different cuts along my body 
and I could feel the warm, sticky fluid coating my legs and buttocks as I 
swayed and shook under the stinging attack. 

The wet, stinging sound filled my ears as he kissed my aching flesh with the 
belt and I thought I would faint from the agony if he didn't stop, soon. I 
felt dizzy and weak, now, and my mind was drifting away into darkness every 
passing moment. 

Finally he grunted and tossed the belt aside. 

He stepped up to me and pressed his lips against my torn, welted shoulders, 
kissing the stinging wounds tenderly with his mouth, licking my beaten flesh 
with his tongue. 

His hand slipped down over my bottom and he began to knead and caress my 
trembling, aching buttocks, squeezing them fondly in his fingers, teasing 
and soothing them with his strong, manly digits. 

"Ahhh, little sparrow, little bitch, how do you feel now, hummm?" he 
whispered passionately, lathering my flesh with his tongue as he spoke. "Do 
you feel a little sorry, now, eh? Wouldn't you like to please me, again, 
make me feel happy once more?" 

"Ohhh, God, Ivan, yes, yes I would," I sobbed, barely able to speak, the 
pain tore through me so badly, now. "Please, I'll do anything, Ivan, I will! 
I'm sorry I displeased you, I am! Just don't beat me anymore, I beg you, not 
anymore!" 

I felt one of his hands slithering around to my loins, squirming its way 
between my thighs. I shuddered as he began to fondle and caress my pussy 
lips, rolling them between his fingers, teasingly. 

I gasped as I felt him riding the tips of his fingers up and around my clit, 
pinching my tender nugget between them. A tremor of undeniable delight 
rippled through me, then, and I was shocked that my body was responding to 
the caress. 

I moaned softly as he kneaded and fondled my womb, rolling my clit between 
his fingers, gently slithering them up and down along my wet, trembling 
pussy lips. I gasped as he teased and played with the slippery petals, the 
cunt juice now flowing from my womb and coating his fingers with a sticky 
film. 

"Yes, little slut, you may please me, yet," Ivan chuckled rudely, suddenly 
slipping two of his fingers inside of me. "You may yet be able to make your 
teacher happy, again!" 

As he drove the two invading prongs deep into my womb, my loins were 
beginning to burn with an unmistakable need. I couldn't believe it, but I 
was getting more and more excited, and quivering with the delicious 
sensation of his assault. 

He buried his fingers deep in my pussy, lazily stroking my inner walls with 
the rough, calloused tips of his digits. My cunt muscles fluttered 
involuntarily against the buried tools, opening and closing hungrily around 
the teasing prongs. 

I licked my lips and groaned, bucking my pussy hard against his kneading 
hand. "Ohhh, that's so nice, Ivan, so very nice," I moaned softly, twisting 
and turning, forcing the digits to move inside of me. "Ummm, it's so good, 
so damn good!" 

He laughed wickedly, gently riding the digits in and out of my tight, wet 
passage, rolling and turning them along the hot, gripping tunnel, each 
stroke forcing the fires of lust to burn higher in my aching womb. 

As his fingers drove relentlessly in and out of my cunt, I tried to match 
his rhythm with my body, rocking forward to leave the prongs, thrusting back 
to meet them. I shuddered as an aching spasm tore through my pussy, making 
me gasp with the intense pleasure of the sensation that consumed me. 

"Ahhh, little bitch wants Ivan, doesn't she?" he chuckled cruelly, driving 
his fingers hard and fast against my aching interior. "Does she want, Ivan, 
now, humm?" 

"Yes, ohhh, God, yes," I gasped, shocked at the passion and greed in my 
voice, but somehow unable to stop myself. "Give it to me, Ivan, give me your 
cock right now! I need it, please, please, I need it, now!" 

He laughed against, kneading and driving his fingers hard against my cunt. I 
heard the familiar hiss of a zipper being pulled down and I tensed in 
anticipation as I felt him fumbling with his trousers, pulling his cock from 
the confinement of them. 

He pressed the huge, hot weapon between my thighs and I shuddered with an 
involuntary spasm of excitement. I felt the hot, throbbing tool slithering 
between my pussy lips and I gasped with pleasure as he penetrated my aching 
loins. 

God, I had never felt so completely filled by a prick before. The hard, 
thick shaft drove deep into my cunt, slithering along my inner walls with a 
delicious ease, making my pussy tremble violently in response. 

He held me by my hips, his groin pressed tight against the curve of my 
buttocks, the huge, throbbing shaft sunk deep into my cunt, now. I could 
feel the hot, burning head of his cock pounding against my inner walls, and 
I moaned my pleasure as he rocked the hard shaft back and forth inside of my 
womb. 

"Ohhh, God, fuck me, hard," I sobbed, giving in completely to my passion, 
twisting and turning my buttocks against his belly. "Hard, Ivan, fuck me 
hard, right now!" 

I was becoming consumed with lust now, and I couldn't think of anything but 
that hard, big prick ramming in and out of me. I wanted to experience the 
hot, powerful force of his shaft bucking in my loins and I ground my bottom 
against his belly and kneaded his shaft with my pussy muscles to get him 
going. 

Now he began to pump the huge, wonderful shaft in and out of my cunt. He 
held me tightly by my hips, rocking back and forth, slowly driving his cock 
along my aching passage, each stroke making me sob with incredible delight. 

As he began to pick up speed, I joined his rhythmic fucking and soon I was 
riding back in forth in time with his thrusting rod, thrilling to the 
delicious waves of ecstasy that were sweeping through my burning chamber. 

I bucked and shuddered, moaning loudly, as I felt a powerful, demanding 
orgasm building rapidly in my cunt. It was more intense and fierce than any 
I had ever had before, and I couldn't believe how grand and pleasing the 
sensations were. 

I thrust my ass hard against his belly, gasping as I felt him driving his 
prick hard into my cunt. "I'm going to come, Ivan, going to come," I moaned, 
my voice sounding so strange and different, that I hardly recognized it, at 
all. "Ooooo, yes, darling Ivan, yes! Make me come, now, make me come so 
good, right now!" 

He laughed and bore into me harder and faster, his prick quaking violently 
against my taut, wet walls as he rammed it into me. I could feel a moment of 
intense passion rushing through me and then my climax burst powerfully in my 
loins. 

I screamed in pleasure, jerking and bouncing uncontrollably with the 
delicious spasms of relief that raced through me. I shuddered and groaned, 
trying desperately to keep his cock inside of me as I thrashed involuntarily 
under the impact of my orgasm. 

He was laughing wildly now, slamming his prick into my pussy again and 
again. I could feel the tortured blood pounding along the shaft, and it 
seemed to be growing larger and larger with every stroke that he took. 

Suddenly he was moaning and grinding his cock hard against my loins. I felt 
the boiling come spurt from his shaft, searing the tender flesh of my womb 
with its creamy fire, the bubbling fluid mixing with my own come, then. 

Both of us shuddered and sobbed, the lovely tremors rippling through our 
loins as he rammed his cock hard and fast along my bursting channel. "I'm 
coming, bitch, coming in you now!" he cried thickly. 

On and on the orgasms seemed to go. I could no longer feel anything but the 
enticing warmth that raced through my loins and I shivered in exquisite 
agony as the spasms ripped through me again and again. 

Finally Ivan pulled his shaft from my womb and wiped the remains of his come 
on my buttocks. He untied my wrists, allowing me to slip to the floor, then 
he sat down beside me and cradled my head in his arms, whispering loving 
words while he tenderly caressed my damaged flesh. 

At this point of the interview, I suggested that we take a short break. I 
could tell that Shelly wanted to continue, but I felt that she needed a rest 
before going on. 

We decided to have lunch and planned on resuming our discussion in about an 
hour. She left, obviously anxious to get the short break over with as soon 
as possible. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

When Shelly returned to my office, she looked eager to continue our talk. 
She took her place on the couch, staring at me intently now, as she spoke. 
From the tone of her voice, I could tell she was excited, and I wondered how 
much of the retelling of what had happened to her, was affecting her. 

I might have been able to forget about the incident, Doctor, if the pattern 
of events hadn't continued. I had come to the decision that Ivan was jealous 
of my boyfriend, and I tried to avoid talking about him at all. 

But I was wrong to think that would take care of it. I found that out the 
first time we went to a meet together, and I came ;n second, instead of 
first. His reaction to that let me know what I was in for. 

He said nothing during the meet, but on the way home, he insisted we stop in 
at the gym. He said he wanted to show me something. I dreaded being alone in 
the big room with him, but there wasn't anything I could do. I needed his 
help and guidence more than anything else. 

When we got inside of the room, he forced me to strip completely and stand 
in front of him. His eager eyes watched intently and I pulled off my blouse 
and skirt and quickly slipped out of my undergarments. 

I saw him slipping his belt from the loops of his trousers and I sobbed, 
shuddering and moaning, slipping to my knees in front of him. "Please, Ivan, 
please don't beat me, again," I moaned, clutching his thighs with my hands. 
"I'm sorry I lost, I am, just don't hurt me, Ivan, just don't hurt me, 
please!" 

"Crawl, you worthless slut," he barked, shoving me away, pushing me to the 
floor. "I want to hear you begging me for forgiveness, begging me, God damn 
it! I am your trainer and you do not listen, for that you will be punished!" 

I turned away as I saw him swing his belt over his head. The thick, wide 
belt cracked across my shoulders and I screamed as the burning, tearing pain 
boiled in my defenseless flesh. I cowered in front of him, my body tensed as 
I felt the cruel lash cutting into my shoulder blades once more. I wailed in 
agony, my back arching painfully under the cruel impact of the blow. 

He was enjoying himself thoroughly, now, raining the blows down on my DacK 
anu bottom, flicking the belt expertly against my helpless frame. I could do 
nothing but scream, twisting and turning on the dirty floor, trying 
helplessly to escape the stinging blows. 

My body seemed to be caught in the throes of an agony I had never imagined. 
Soon there was no thought of anything else in my mind, but the horrible, 
never-ending pain that I was experiencing. 

It was as if it belonged there. As if I should be suffering such torment. I 
could not help myself. I began to roll toward the blows, not away from them, 
jutting my buttocks up in the air to meet the falling lash. 

It cracked loudly against them, and my scream of pain was touched with a 
squeal of delight, now, as I sank so deeply into the pain that I was 
actually beginning to enjoy it. 

"Yes, hurt me, yes," I began to gasp, shivering with the contact of yet 
another harsh, stinging fall of the belt. "Beat me, Ivan, beat me, hard! I 
deserve it, I do! Ohhh, God, it hurts, it hurts so good!" 

Now, Ivan was beyond himself with passion. He struck me again and again, 
whipping me brutally with the belt until all of my back and buttocks and 
thighs were cut and welted completely. 

I was just lying there, now, sobbing and moaning, jerking spasmodically each 
time he struck me. I felt the blows cease and when I finally turned my head 
to see what he was doing, I moaned at the view of his prick, hard and thick, 
throbbing wildly outside of his trousers. 

"Now you can do something for me, cunt," he hissed in that strange, 
sing-song voice of his. "Since you can't perform one way, perhaps you can be 
of worth another! I want a good suck from you, whore, a real good suck!" 

His words were so vulgar and crude that at first I hardly understood him. 
Then he reached down and took hold of my hair, yanking me to my knees in 
front of him. The thick, brownish shaft was pressed against my cheek and he 
was turning my head, forcing my lips against the throbbing prong. 

"Suck it, whore, suck my cock right now," he commanded, roughly pulling on 
my hair, jamming the hot, pounding spear against my lips. "Come on, you 
stupid little cunt, suck it, now!" 

I was powerless to resist, Doctor. The thick, fat head of his prick was 
driving between my teeth, slithering over my lips as he forced it inside of 
my mouth. I gagged as I tasted the sour sweat that coated his cock, and I 
trembled in fear as I felt more and more of the huge shaft entering my 
mouth. 

I almost frantically tried to relax my tight muscles and give him all the 
room he needed in my tight, inexperienced tunnel. I felt the hard, hot pole 
sinking deep into my throat and I gulped wildly as he buried his cock to the 
hilt in my mouth. 

I could hardly breathe, now, but I knew I didn't dare resist any longer. I 
sucked as powerfully as I could at the root of his shaft, lathering his 
flesh with my tongue, holding his balls tightly in the palm of one hand. 

I kneaded and squeezed the tight, hard sack, rolling his nuts over my 
fingers, pulling on the fleshy bag in a teasing fashion. I tried to flex my 
throat muscles against his cock and heard him groaning in delight as I 
kneaded the buried prong. 

Slowly he began to rock back and forth on his heels, pushing and pulling my 
head, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth in a growing fury. He powered 
the huge, hot tool along my throat canal, twisting and turning until it was 
driven deep inside my mouth once more. 

I could feel his prick growing harder and harder in my mouth, expanding to 
twice its normal size, it seemed. He was gasping and grunting as he bucked 
his prick into my mouth, and from the way his prick and balls seemed to 
pound uncontrollably, I could sense that his orgasm was not far off. 

I sucked passionately on his prick, the driving desire to please him 
overwhelming me, now. I honestly could not think of anything else at that 
moment, but to feel and hear him in the throes of ecstasy. 

Harder and faster her rammed his prick to the depths of my tight, warm 
tunnel. I bore down on the cock, sucking and lathering it with my tongue. I 
dragged my teeth along his fevered flesh as blew as hard as I could on his 
plunging rod. 

Suddenly I felt him shuddering violently, a heady, powerful series of 
spasmodic explosions erupting in his tight, hairy ball bag. He bucked 
forward, shooting a thick, hot wad of come into my mouth and I gulped 
frantically, trying to swallow as much of the precious fluid as I could. 

"I'm coming, coming in your mouth," he gasped tightly, pulling my head to 
his belly, burying the spurting tool deep in my throat. "Ahhh, yes, little 
sparrow, little whore, coming in your mouth so nice right now!" 

Again and again the creamy fluid spurted from his shaft and filled my throat 
and mouth. I held onto him tightly, shivering with the force of his climax, 
swallowing the come as it burst from his aching shaft. 

After for what seemed like hours, he pulled his prick from my mouth and I 
eagerly licked the final traces of semen from the still hard and quivering 
shaft. I lathered the tip of his rod until he sank to his knees beside me. 

He hugged me again, whispering and kissing me affectionately like the last 
time. But I didn't care, I wasn't even listening. All I could think about 
was the horror of what I had been through, and how much I liked it. 

Now, each time I displease him, lose an event, anything, the whole thing 
happens again. He beats me, then either fucks me, or makes me suck him off. 
I can't do anything about it, because I need his help, and I have begun to 
like it, too. 

Do you see, now, why I need your help, Doctor? Can you see what a sick, 
twisted person I am? Ohhh, God, if you can't help me, Doctor, I don't know 
what I will do, I just don't know! 

 CONCLUSION 

Shelly began to cry at this point. Very softly and very controlled. I could 
tell that she was doing her best not to completely break down, and I wanted 
to calm and reassure her as much as I could. 

I explained that her fear, and her need for a strong, male hand in her life, 
led her to accepting the situation as her fate. I urged her not to see this 
Ivan ever again, and to seek help from a woman colleague of mine. 

She promised me she would, but as she left my office, her shoulders slumped 
in defeat, I had the feeling that it would take a lot more of the kind of 
abuse she was suffering, before she would do anything about it. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Lisa R. AGE: Twenty-one 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Lisa R. was a pretty, slender college student who was the daughter of a 
friend of mine. I was surprised when she asked if she could see me on a 
professional level and I wondered what could be wrong. 

She wore a pants suit to my office, a blue outfit that hugged her tight, 
firm body in an enticing fashion. Her large, full breasts swelled against 
the confinement of the clothing, and her smooth, supple thighs strained 
tightly against the suit. 

She lay down on the couch, turning her head to the wall, and poured out her 
story in such a matter-of-fact manner, that it was almost as if she were 
telling me about some dull, every day occurrence. 

I am confused and worried, Doctor, I need help from somebody, and quick. I 
came to you because I trust you. All I ask is that you don't tell my mother 
and father about any of this. If they ever knew, I think I would die of 
shame. 

The problem is my boyfriend Wayne. Or at least he's part of it, I'm getting 
more and more to believe that I'm the problem, not him. It was just his 
ideas that started all this, I'm the one that has kept it going. 

You see, we have been screwing for over a year now, at least three or four 
times a week, and we both had to admit that it was getting a little boring. 
We wanted something new to happen, and when he suggested a little 
game-playing, I was more than willing to try it out. 

"Let's pretend that you are my slave, and I am your master," Wayne 
suggested, smiling slyly. "You can act as if you are willful and headstrong, 
and I will have to tame you!" 

I found the whole idea a little silly, but I didn't want to spoil it for 
him. He had this crazy leather suit, with a big gold zipper that ran from 
his neck to his groin and it crackled wickedly each time he moved. 

We were in my bedroom at home, my parents gone for the evening, and I was 
wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and an old blouse. I laughed when I saw him 
put a dark, cold look in his eyes, I just couldn't help it. 

Then he slapped me. Hard and mean, knocking me back against the wall behind 
my bed. I tasted blood in my mouth and I couldn't believe he had done it. I 
glared at him, about to speak when he punched me viciously in the belly. 

"Whore bitch," he hissed as I doubled over and sank to the floor, all the 
wind knocked out of me. "I'll teach to you question my commands! I'll beat a 
little discipline into you, slut!" 

I felt him drag me to my feet, spinning me around and quickly tying my hands 
together. He bound my wrists to a thick beam in the center of the room and 
in moments I was barely standing on my tiptoes, completely helpless. 

"What ... what are you going to do, honey?" I moaned, shaken and dazed by 
the punches I had taken. My tummy ached and my jaw throbbed where he had hit 
me. "Please darling, I don't know if I want to play this game!" 

I felt his fingers curling in the neckline of my blouse and then he suddenly 
tore it from my shoulders, ripping it in half, exposing my back. I screamed 
as the tattered remains of the blouse left my body and I felt him fumbling 
with the buttons to my jeans, tugging them down over my hips and legs. 

In a few moments he had stripped me naked and I hung from the beam, my 
wrists aching from the tightness of my bonds and the weight of my body 
dragging down on them. I could feel a soothing breeze coming through the 
window, caressing my helpless flesh, enticingly. 

He stepped around in front of me and showed me the riding crop he had taken 
from my father's study. "Now, you're going to get it, bitch," he hissed 
viciously, tapping the tip of the crop against my trembling boobs. "Now 
you're going to get the beating your need! I'll teach you respect, slave, 
believe me, I will!" 

He whipped his hand across his body, slashing the tip of the riding crop 
against my belly. The pain was searing and fierce and I screamed in horror 
and shock as the blow connected with my flesh. 

He took a step backward and put all his power and force behind another blow 
that smashed wickedly against my breasts. The crop slashed across my 
nipples, stinging them horribly and I wailed in agony, pulling myself away 
from him. 

"Stop it, Wayne, ohhh, dear God, stop it, please," I moaned, shivering 
uncontrollably with the lingering traces of my pain. "Please, no more, I 
don't want to play anymore, please, please!" 

He laughed brutally and struck me hard against the outer thighs. I sobbed in 
pain, my flesh feeling as if he had branded it with a white-hot iron. I 
shuddered in a spasm of agony and gasped as he struck my tits again. 

Now he moved around behind me, raining blows down again my back and 
shoulders. He cracked the wicked, metal-rimmed tip of the riding crop 
against my buttocks, making my soft, quivering cheeks burn with pain. 

He began to beat me in short, rhythmic blows, allowing just enough time for 
the pain of the last to linger and fade before inflicting another. I could 
not believe how terrible it felt and I found myself sobbing uncontrollably 
as he hit me over and over again. 

The searing, burning hurt seemed to consume me, then, and I wailed in pain 
even before he struck my tortured, helpless body. Each time he slashed my 
buttocks or smashed the crop against my back, I thrashed in quaking agony, 
my body tugging and pulling on my bonds. 

It was as if he were in a frenzy of passion, hitting me harder and faster, 
bringing the crop down on me so often, that soon there was no moment when 
the pain ceased to tear through me, but just continued to eat at my flesh. 

I could hear his breathing, tortured and erratic, and when I turned to look 
at him, I could see his eyes blazing with passion and delight. He was 
really, really enjoying himself and it made me weep to see it. 

"Ohhh, God, Master, Master, please," I sobbed, trembling under the impact of 
another harsh, stinging blow. "Ohhh, I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry! Beat me 
harder, please, beat me harder!" 

Yes, Doctor, the weird, enticing thrill of the pain I was experiencing began 
to erupt inside of me. For some reason I was starting to enjoy it. I was 
leaning back toward him in anticipation of the blows, my flesh beginning to 
eagerly accept each harsh, cruel blow. 

He increased his efforts, smashing the crop against me over and over again, 
filling my body with the fiery, burning pleasure of pain. I sobbed and 
shivered, weeping for the exquisite agony that I was experiencing. 

My cunt was growing wet and aching, now, totally stimulated by the beating 
he was giving me. I was shocked to feel my loins throbbing with need, the 
powerful, urgent and pulsating desire beginning to consume me, now. 

"Ohhh, it's so good, Wayne, ohhh, my Master, so good," I cooed softly, 
turning my buttocks from left to right, inviting yet another teasing lash of 
the crop. "Yes, I'm excited, darling, so excited! Hard, baby, do it to me, 
hard!" 

I felt as if I could stand it forever now. Each time the crop hit me, I was 
seized in the throes of an ecstasy I wouldn't have believed possible. My 
pussy ached for a cock, it was yearning to be fucked brutally now and I 
tried to entice him to me by swaying and wiggling erotically under his 
attack. 

Suddenly he dropped the crop to the floor and came around in front of me, 
once more. His prick was bulging in his trousers, throbbing so wildly that I 
could see it beating steadily against his pants. 

My back was stinging with the delicious memory of my beating and I could see 
him sweating in the tight, black leather of the suit he was wearing. I 
nodded hungrily, licking my lips to make them glisten sensuously as I tried 
to speak. 

"Ohhh, rape me, Wayne, hurt me some more," I groaned, my voice thick and 
urgent. "I want you to fuck me hard, darling, very hard! Put it in me, now, 
Wayne, please, in me, right now!" 

He laughed, his voice thick and cruel as he pulled frantically on the zipper 
to the suit. It slithered down with a delicious and wicked hiss and he 
stepped out of his, his whole body now damp and shimmering with the sweat of 
passion. 

His cock was throbbing wildly between his legs, full and erect as he stepped 
forward to put it in me. I moaned in anticipation as I felt the hard, hot 
tool slithering between my thighs, the hard, throbbing head insistently 
driving between my trembling cunt lips. 

He guided his shaft into me and I winced in pain as he drove the thick, 
pounding tip of his rod along my aching tunnel. His prick seemed like it was 
twice its normal size and on fire as he buried it deep in my tortured 
passage. 

I was not truly ready for him, and that only served to excite him all the 
more. He twisted and turned, grinding his belly against my own, forcing his 
meat into my womb until he was buried to the hilt in my aching pit. 

His hands slipped around and over my tingling buttocks, the thick, hard 
fingers digging deep into my spongy mounds. I gasped as he pulled me tight 
to his groin, his fingers kneading my buttocks, passionately. 

"You want it hard and fast, bitch, you'll get it that way," he growled, 
pulling back, slithering his prick along my quivering tunnel. "I'm going to 
make you scream, whore, scream in agony!" 

He began to pump his shaft into my cunt with a power and force unlike any 
other time before. He rammed his prick hard against my loins, grinding and 
twisting viciously as he drove to the depths of my throbbing chamber. 

He paid no mind to the agony he was causing me, and I allowed myself to 
completely surrender to the pain as he powered his manhood hard and fast 
along the tight, wet tunnel of my womb. 

He slammed into me again and again, paying no attention to whether I was 
enjoying it or not. I could feel his shaft growing harder and hotter with 
every stroke and I knew that he would be reaching an orgasm almost any 
moment. 

I felt him drive his meat hard and brutally into my cunt, the hot, thick 
pole scraping the delicate flesh of my inner walls, slamming so violently 
into me that the hot, pounding shaft tore blood vessels inside of my womb. 

He dug his fingers into the flesh of my buttocks, groaning and shuddering as 
he buried his cock inside of me once more. I felt him bucking violently, 
now, and the wonderful, searing fluid of his come was suddenly spurting from 
his aching tool. 

"I'm coming, you whore, coming right now," he cried softly, grinding his 
cock hard inside of me. The spurts of creamy semen seared my inner walls 
powerfully. "I'm coming real good inside you now, bitch, right now!" 

Again and again the boiling fluid burst from his shaft and seared my inner 
walls. I was spinning round and round, it seemed, and I felt completely lost 
in the experience of his orgasm. 

Lisa was unable to continue at this point. She was choked up and shivering 
as if in the middle of a snow storm. As gently as possible, I suggested we 
break off until the next day and she seemed grateful for the chance to rest 
and think over what she was telling me. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

At nine a.m. I found Lisa waiting for me outside my office. She looked 
haggard and drawn and admitted to having been unable to sleep the night 
before. I felt it was best that we start at once and I had her resume her 
place on the couch and continue before we wasted any more time. 

Ohh, God, Doctor, after that incident, I couldn't get enough of it! I forced 
him to tie me to the bed a couple of days later and beat me again! He didn't 
want to do it, but I just was obsessed with it! 

He had come over just to talk, and I could tell he was disturbed by what had 
happened. But before he had a chance to tell me anything, I dragged him 
upstairs and tore off my clothing, climbing up on the bed and laid face down 
on the covers, my bottom wiggling enticingly. 

"Beat me, darling, tie me up and beat me, please," I moaned, shuddering in 
anticipation. "Ohhh, God, I need to be hurt, Master Wayne, I need it so bad! 
Beat me, Master, beat me right now!" 

He tried to talk me out of it, but I wouldn't listen to him. Finally he got 
angry and roughly flipped me over on my back. I gasped as he tied my wrists 
and ankles to the bed, leaving me drawn as tight as a bow, my thighs 
quivering with excitement, my cunt mound already damp with love juice. 

"I'll show you, bitch, I'll show you," he muttered angrily, searching around 
the room until his eyes lit upon the short handled whip I had bought. "I'm 
going to give it to you, cunt, give it to you, good!" 

God, how I wanted it, Doctor. As he stood over me, the whip dangling from 
his hand, my whole body seemed to be trembling with an aching desire for the 
pain. I moaned and shivered, sighing with need as he stripped out of his 
clothes, then stood over me, naked and glistening with sweat. 

I nodded and he lifted the whip over his head, then brought the evil, thick 
leather strands down hard on my belly. The pain was searingly intense as the 
blow was struck. My tummy burned with a delicious and fierce agony and I 
jerked spasmodically under the wonderful force of the blow. 

I screamed as he brought the whip down over the tops of my thighs, the loose 
tips of the strands snapping viciously against my cunt lips. The agony 
roared through my flesh and I sobbed wildly in delight. 

Quickly he slashed and whipped my breasts, flicking the strands over my 
nipples making them sting wildly from the blows. He worked his way steadily 
up and down my body until every part of my skin tingled and stung from his 
attack. 

"Jesus, do you deserve this, whore, do you ever," he gasped as he beat me. 
He rained the blows down hard and fast, his eyes bulging with the effort of 
his beating. "You lousy slut, you fucking whore! Take it, bitch, take it 
all!" 

I was swirling in the luscious, wonderful sea of agony now, my eyes blinded 
by a fierce, red mist of pain. I hardly realized how often he hit me, 
anymore, I was so completely consumed by the searing hurt of the blows. 

I felt his hand clutching at my chin, yanking my jaw open and when my eyes 
cleared, I realized that he was no longer hitting me, but preparing to force 
his big, thick shaft between my lips. 

"You scum, you whore, you're only worth sucking me off," he growled, pushing 
the fat, thick helmet of his shaft over my teeth. "Do it right, cunt, suck 
me good! I'm going to come all over your face!" 

He bucked forward, driving his cock deep into my throat, and I gulped 
frantically, trying to relax my throat muscles to give him more room. I 
gagged as he shoved his cock completely into my mouth, burying it to the 
hilt against my bruised and puffy lips. 

Hungrily I sucked on the root of his shaft, lathering the hot, hard surface 
of his flesh with my tongue. I could feel the powerful, urgent blood tearing 
through him wildly, and I desperately wanted to please him. 

I gripped the cock as tightly as I could, locking my lips and teeth around 
his fevered meat, flexing my throat muscles about the buried prong. He 
shuddered uncontrollably, bucking back and slithering the huge, fat pole out 
of my throat as he pulled back. 

When his cock was just barely inside of my mouth, he drove forward again, 
twisting and turning as he ground his cock against my aching passage once 
more. 

I was thrilled by the violence and brutality of his attack and I greedily 
sucked and licked the driving spear, enjoying every moment of my 
humiliation. He pumped the thick, hard prong rapidly in and out of my mouth 
and I could tell that a violent orgasm was burning inside of him, now. 

"I'm gonna come, bitch, gonna come real soon," he moaned, rocking the 
driving spear back and forth as he powered it along my wet, slippery tunnel. 
"Gonna come real nice right now, cunt, right, fucking now!" 

Suddenly he pulled his shaft from my mouth and the hot, thick come spurt 
from the head of his rod, splashing against my face. I laughed in delight, 
licking the creamy fluid from my lips and chin, thrilled that he was so 
degrading me. 

He squeezed his shaft, forcing every drop to my face, rubbing the head of 
his prick against my cheeks, cleaning the hard, pounding tool off on my 
flesh. I was crying in delight, quivering in ecstasy, feeling more marvelous 
than I ever had before. 

Now it never stops. I am dying for this kind of passion all the time, 
Doctor, all the God damn time! Wayne left me, my latest boyfriend thinks I'm 
sick, and I can't seem to think of anything else. Ohhh, Jesus, Doctor, what 
am I going to do, huh? Just what am I going to do? 

Huh? Just what am I going to do? 

 CONCLUSION 

Lisa broke into tears at this point, sobbing quietly as she lay against the 
wall. As gently as possible, I explained to her that many people find the 
act of being beaten and humiliated fulfilling. 

I suggested that she seek professional help from another doctor, 
recommending a couple of them to her. I explained that in time, with help, 
she could come to understand and control her desires. She seemed cheered by 
this, and relieved, and left, promising to do as I had suggested. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

SUBJECT: Susan L. AGE: Twenty-five 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Perhaps the most pathetic case of beating I ever came across, was that of 
Susan L., a meek and quiet girl that visited my office at the urging of a 
close mutual friend of ours. 

She wore a conservative dress that came down below her knees and did little 
to enhance her attractive figure. She never looked up from her lap as she 
spoke and her story touched me harder than most. 

What can I tell you , Doctor? I'm completely trapped. My boss likes to 
indulge in a few things that make me sick even to think about them, but I 
can't say no. I mean, I had to struggle for years to get this job, years! 

I didn't think anything of it when he invited me back to his place after 
dinner a few weeks ago. I assumed he would make a pass, but nothing like 
what he had in mind, I assure you! 

We relaxed with champagne and I was preparing myself for the pass when he 
went into the bedroom and then returned a few moments later, dressed in the 
wildest outfit I ever saw. 

He was wearing a black leather shirt and black leather jeans. They were 
dotted with glitter and on his feet were heavy engineer boots. He had a 
tight, black cowl over his head and was wearing tight, leather gloves. 

He grinned at me wickedly, laughing at my shocked gaze. "Well, my dear, now 
is the time when we see just how much you love your job," he hissed through 
his teeth, cracking the whip he was carrying against his thigh. 

"If you want to keep that job, and if you want to go further," he explained, 
viciously. "Then you'll have to keep the boss happy! So strip, bitch and get 
on your knees in front of your master!" 

I almost laughed again, until he crossed the room, took hold of my hair and 
pulled me from the couch, forcing me to the floor. 

He kicked me brutally in the ribs, sending a searing fire racing through my 
flesh and bones. I looked up, some tears starting to form in my eyes, and 
one glance told me that he was serious. 

What could I do? I needed this job, I wanted it. I sobbed quietly and 
unbuttoned my blouse, slipping it from my shoulders and arms and laying it 
aside. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra, slithering it from 
me, quickly. 

As fast as I could, I slipped out of my skirt and panties and then got down 
on all fours in front of him like he ordered me to. I was swaying from left 
to right, the fear churning inside of me as he inspected me carefully. 

"Just like the bitch dog that you are, cunt," he growled in a thick, twisted 
tone of voice. "You're just where you should be, bitch, down on your arms 
and legs like the slut animal you are!" 

I heard the whip whistling through the air, then, and when it cracked 
against the taut flesh of my shoulders, I screamed in agony at the 
unbelievable pain I experienced from the cruel blow. 

I almost collapsed under the impact, and my arms and legs trembled violently 
as my strength drained from me. The air was sliced by the sound of the 
whirling whip, again and I cried out once more as he lashed me viciously 
across my buttocks. 

"Take your punishment, bitch dog," he hissed, slashing the base of my spine 
with the thick leather strands, making me sob in pain. "You deserve to be 
beaten, cunt, beaten badly!" 

Again the whip fell, the cruel, cold strands caressing my buttocks with 
their harsh, stinging kiss. The air was filled with the sound of leather 
striking flesh, and the piercing wails of agony that the blows tore from my 
lips. 

I was sobbing uncontrollably, then, trying to keep up on my knees and hands, 
quivering involuntarily in anticipation of each blow. Every time the whip 
struck, I screamed in pain and my whole body shuddered in response. 

He was having a marvelous time, completely wrapped up in the pleasure of the 
beating he was giving me. He called me foul names, over and over again, 
marking the words with vicious, powerful blows from the whip. 

Harder and faster he beat me. I could no longer tell when the blows struck 
and when they did not. I was swirling in a sea of incredible agony, so 
powerful and intense that I thought I would faint at any moment. 

He rained the blows down for what seemed like hours, until he tossed the 
whip aside and dropped to his knees behind me. I was gasping for breath, 
actually able to feel the welts coming up on my back and buttocks when I 
felt his hands slithering between my thighs. 

"Now, you bitch, now for some fucking, eh?" he said, ruthlessly gripping my 
loins, kneading and caressing my cunt lips with his fingers. "Have to get 
you nice and wet and wide for me, bitch! Because I'm going to fuck you 
hard!" 

I never felt more degraded or worthless in my life! I felt his fingers, 
greedy and cruel, riding up and down along the cleft between my pussy lips, 
pinching and teasing the trembling petals between them. 

I gasped with pain as he ruthlessly fondled my loins, caring only that he 
cbuld get his cock inside of me as soon as possible. My cunt grew wet with 
love juice, only because his greedy fingers were toying with it so hungrily. 

I moaned as he pushed two fingers inside of me, greedily twisting and 
turning them against my inner walls, sending rolling waves of agony tearing 
through my cunt as he. buried the digits deep inside of my womb. 

I gasped as he took one of my breasts in his free hand and squeezed it 
cruelly. He caught my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it 
in a nasty manner, making me wince with the pain he created in my aching 
bud. 

His fingers began to pump rapidly inside of my pussy, rolling and turning 
with every vicious stroke, forcing my womb to expand as he powered the 
prongs along my aching, taut passage. 

I hardly knew where I was anymore. My whole body was one huge throbbing ache 
and my cunt seemed to be on fire from the brutal assault of his fingers. I 
sobbed and shivered, begging him to stop. 

He laughed and pulled his fingers from my womb, and I heard the excited, 
swift hiss of his zipper being tugged free. In a few seconds he was inching 
up tightly against the swell of my behind, the cold, slippery leather riding 
against my aching, quivering buns. 

I felt his cock slithering along my inner thighs and I cried out, trying to 
pull away from him. He grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me toward him, 
though, and forced the hard, thick prong into my cunt. 

I screamed as I felt him invading my damp, trembling passage. His huge, 
thick shaft seemed to rip my womb apart as he drove it deep into my loins, 
twisting and grinding his cock against my inner walls as he buried it to the 
hilt in my aching, battered tunnel. 

"Ahhh, yeah, baby, yeah," he chuckled happily, rocking his cock from left to 
right inside of me, grinding his groin against my ass. 

"Gonna be good, fucking your worthless cunt, bitch, gonna be real good!" 

He started pumping his shaft in and out of me in harsh, quick strokes. There 
was no rhythm to his fucking and I could not find his motion at all. All I 
could do was remain on my hands and knees, allowing him to brutally slam his 
prick in and out of me with increasing frenzy and greed. 

I prayed for him to come right away and I sobbed as his prick grew hotter 
and thicker in my womb. I flexed my muscles erratically around his shaft, 
urging him on with all my power as he rammed his cock into me over and over 
again. 

Suddenly he shuddered and drove his shaft to the depths of my loins, a 
steaming burst of boiling come spurting from the plunging tool. I sobbed as 
I felt the creamy fluid filling me up, putting the final touches on my 
degradation. 

"Ahhh, yeah, coming, bitch, coming in you, now," he moaned in delight, 
shuddering with the tremors of release that tore through him. "Ummm, coming 
real good in you, bitch, real good, yeah!" 

The creamy, hot liquid continued to spurt from his cock as he shuddered and 
quaked inside of me, and as his powerful spasms of ecstasy rolled on and on 
through his loins, I felt as if a huge portion of my humanity had been 
ripped from me. 

Susan's voice began to break at this point and I gently guided her to a 
small room in the rear of my office, so that she might rest before 
continuing. I gave her something to calm her down and told her to try and 
relax as much as she could. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

After about a half an hour, Susan returned to my office and sat down in the 
big chair once again. She looked composed, but I knew that was the effects 
of the drug I had given her, for as she spoke, her voice quivered and her 
eyes flickered with pain. 

God, Doctor, I went home after that, feeling empty and used. As if there 
wasn't a single, agreeable thing about me. I took a long, steaming bath, but 
I couldn't wash the shame I felt away. 

I thought, I prayed, that perhans that might be the end of it. But only a 
couple of days later, my boss called me into his office for a little talk. 
Some little talk! The moment he shut the door behind me and locked it, I 
knew what was up. 

I didn't even wait for his command. I stripped out of my dress and 
underwear, trying hard not to cry and then got down on my hands and knees on 
the carpet. He quickly took off his clothes and began testing a short, thin 
cane that he held in his hands. 

"This ought to be a good one, bitch," he cackled happily, smacking the cane 
down on the desk to test its power. "Ahhh, yeah, a real good one, you 
whore!" 

My whole body tensed in preparation for the first blow. I heard the whistle 
of the cane cutting through the air then felt the hard, stinging crack of 
the weapon as it slammed into the pliant flesh of my buttocks. 

I screamed in pain, shuddering with the force and impact of the cruel, 
vicious blow. I sobbed uncontrollably, the rolling waves of hurt racing 
through me with more passion and force than I could have ever imagined. 

Again he brought the cane down on me, cracking it brutally against my 
shoulders. I heard the pop of my flesh torn by the wicked instrument and in 
seconds I could feel the blood dripping from the open wound. 

Harder than before he beat me. His arm went up and down like a pumping 
piston and the cane cracked against my flesh in a continual stream of 
violent passion. I screamed and wailed, my lips puffy with the effects of 
being bitten by my teeth. I shivered and quaked under the blows, groaning 
and sobbing as he continued to beat me brutally. 

How long he kept it up, I can't say for sure. At one point, I think I 
fainted, for the next thing I knew, I was on my belly and he was ruthlessly 
riding his fingers back and forth between my buttocks, pushing his digits 
against the taut, wet dot of my anal pit. 

"Need some butt-fucking, slut," he laughed happily, pulling my cheeks apart 
and guiding his cock between them. "Haven't had a good asshole to fuck in a 
long time, I think yours will do fine!" 

I couldn't stand for this. I screamed and tried to pull away, but it was 
hopeless. The beating had left me drained of all my energy and strength and 
in seconds he was pushing the huge, thick head of his cock between my 
cheeks, driving it beyond them into my anal passage. 

I cried out in agony as he drove deep into my bum, rocking from side to 
side, burying his prick deep in the pit of my anal canal. The sensation of 
his rod, driving deeper and deeper into my asshole was more agonizing than 
even the beating, and a red mist of throbbing pain covered my eyes. 

He twisted and turned, grinding his prick hard against my inner walls, 
gasping for breath as he sank his shaft to the depths of my throbbing 
bottom. I felt him thrust forward and his cock drove itself to the hilt in 
my anal passage, the huge, hot heat quaking violently against my taut, 
burning inner walls. 

Now he pumped his prick hard and fast inside of me. Each stroke was like a 
burning, red-hot iron being rammed up inside of me. My tiny, damp pit felt 
as if it were being ripped apart and my screams filled the air with their 
agonized intensity. 

Again and again he drove his shaft along my aching inner walls. He didn't 
give a damn what it was doing to me, and my sobbing, wailing moans only 
seemed to spur him on and create even more passion and lust in his loins. 

He rocked and swayed, grinding his prick hard against my bum. His fingers 
kneaded and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples brutally as he rammed 
his shaft into my asshole relentlessly. 

I quivered and sobbed, the pain overwhelming me totally, now. I heard his 
groaned and gasps of pleasure and felt the hot, fevered blood tearing 
through his shaft as he buried it in my bum once more. 

"Gonna come, whore, gonna come," he groaned, his voice thick and tortured 
with the pleasure he was feeling. "Ahhh, yeah, little cunt, gonna come in 
your asshole, right fucking now!" 

He bucked forward, and shuddered violently. The hot come spurt from his 
shaft and burned my inner flesh as the orgasm exploded in his balls. Again 
and again the creamy, searing fluid spurt from the head of his prick and I 
could do nothing but lay there and endure the throes of his climax until he 
was through. 

It's been like this for months, now, Doctor and I don't know what to do. I 
keep praying that he'll find somebody else, but he never seems to. I don't 
know what I am going to do, I just don't know how long I can go on before 
the shame and self-disgust I am feeling overwhelms me! 

 CONCLUSION 

As soothingly as possible, I tried to calm Susan down. She was deeply 
distressed and I feared a complete mental breakdown if something wasn't done 
quickly. I told her as firmly as I could that she must quit her job at once. 

I knew that she did not want to hear that, but as I explained, it was the 
only thing for her to do. I told her, quite seriously, that serious damage 
would be done to her if she continued this relationship. 

When she left my office, she promised she would seek other employment, but 
from the vague, guarded way she spoke, I am afraid she was lying to me. Some 
people need this kind of humiliation in their lives, and I fear that Susan 
is one of those people. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: Loretta D. AGE: Thirty 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Loretta is an attractive enough woman with long, straight blonde hair and a 
very young-looking complexion. She has high cheekbones, and dark blue eyes, 
and wears the slightest trace of make-up to accentuate her statuesque 
appearance. 

When she came to see me she was wearing a tight, black blouse with the top 
buttons open far down enough so that I could see an ample amount of 
cleavage. Her breasts seemed to be firm and cone-shaped, at least from the 
impression that they made against her blouse. 

She wore a tight skirt along with it, showing shapely legs. 

If anything detracted from Loretta's overall beauty, it was basically her 
manner of dress. Although her outfit did much to highlight her figure, the 
clothes, overall, were frumpy looking and dated. 

Still, I was sure that when Loretta wore nothing, she looked fabulous. 

Perhaps there's something wrong me with. Who knows? Is it the way I look, or 
the way I dress, or what? Is it my breath, which I doubt, because I make 
sure that my breath is smelling fresh all the time. I don't know. I have no 
idea what it is. As far as I'm concerned, I am just the way I was when I 
first got married. 

I haven't changed hardly at all and ... wait ... maybe that could be it, 
doctor. I never really thought about it, but maybe that's it. 

God, I realize I must have you confused about everything. I know that you 
want to hear me talk about my experience with leather and bondage, and I 
will. But that all came later, and it left me so confused. 

What came before it is what I'm talking about. You see, I've been married to 
Al now for almost ten years, and it's just not the same as it used to be. I 
mean, we used to be so close, and our sex life was always so sensational, 
but recently, during the last two years, it's just fallen off. 

That night, a few weeks ago, when I got drunk and started laying things on 
my husband, really humiliating him and hoping that by insulting his 
masculinity, he'd do something, he did something that I never would have 
believed. 

"You want to know what I've been doing every Monday night for the past two 
years?" he started to scream at me. "I'll show you, bitch. I'll show you." 

And then I remember him taking that whip and using it on me, and before I 
knew what was happening, I was all tied up. 

But I think I should start before then. Maybe it would help you to 
understand me if I told you about my life before I met Al, and even later, 
during the good years. I know that must have a lot to do with my feelings 
about what he did to me, although I don't think I'm smart enough to 
understand it right now. 

I came from a pretty normal background, I guess. I mean, my parents never 
really came right out and told me about sex, but then again, they didn't try 
to hide anything from me, either. It was pretty nice. 

I mean, both of my parents always felt free enough to walk around the house 
without anything on, and that helped me realize, even as young as age seven, 
that there was a difference between a man and a woman. I saw my father's 
cock limp so many times from the time that I was seven, but I didn't know 
anything about his ability to get it hard and use it as a fuck tool until I 
saw him with my mother once. 

I was thirteen at the time, and I just passed their bedroom one night, late, 
and saw them doing it. I don't remember much of it because it didn't make me 
that curious to just stand there and watch. 

Besides, it looked like something private between just the two of them, and 
I didn't think that it was right for me to stand there. 

But I did talk with my older sister, Leila, about it, and she was the one 
who told me just what I should know. In fact, as far as I remember, it 
happened a few nights after I had seen my parents. I didn't think about it 
constantly, but every so often, the image would drift into my mind. 

So I asked Leila one night if she knew anything about it. 

Leila was a beautiful looking girl, with brownish-blonde hair. In the summer 
she always looked so sensational because her hair would get lighter in 
certain places, and she certainly had enough to fill her bikini. 

Sometimes she was overflowing, in fact. Anyway, she was sixteen at the time 
when I was thirteen, and I was sure that she would be able to fill me in on 
what they were doing. 

"Fucking," she said, so bluntly. "God, Loretta, don't you know anything?" 

"I'm sorry if I'm so misinformed, Miss know-it-all," I said to her at first, 
feeling hurt that she was taking such a haughty attitude. But my attitude 
made her change hers. 

"Hey, I'm sorry kid," she said to me. "I didn't know that you really didn't 
know any of that. They were fucking. That's what grown-ups do to show each 
other how much they love each other. Sex. It is a physical thing. Daddy gets 
his dick hard and then sticks it up Mommy's cunt, and when they move back 
and forth, the way you saw them doing it, the contact that they make just 
sends them both. High passions." 

"I saw him sweating," I said to her. "Was that part of it?" 

"Oh yeah! The body really reacts, and the more into it someone gets, the 
more sweat they're going to drip. It's an incredible thing. Really 
beautiful." 

"You talk like you've done it already," I said to her. 

Leila was brushing her hair, one hundred times, as she looked at herself in 
the mirror, and when I said that, she turned around and looked at me, as if 
she was shocked that I would even suggest such a thing. 

Now I know that was the look she was giving me, because I know my sister 
well enough. However, after holding that look for a few minutes, she 
suddenly broke into tears. 

"Yes," she said to me. "Oh God, how did you know? Does it show? Tell me, 
Loretta. Can you tell by looking at me that I did it? Can you?" 

"No," I said to her. "You just told me so much about it that you made me 
think you did, that's all. Don't worry. But tell me about it." 

Well, it took a while for her to stop crying and catch her breath, and we 
did move to her bed, huddling close to each other because she wanted to 
whisper about the whole thing. She didn't want my mother and father passing 
by the room and overhearing her, and in some ways, I sensed that she was 
really upset that it had happened. 

But she did tell me everything, believe me, doctor. Everything. 

It seemed that David Roberts, this guy she was seeing at school who was a 
year older than she was had invited her over to his house one night. The 
thing that he hadn't told her was that his parents were playing bridge over 
at their neighbor's, and she didn't know that she was going to be alone with 
him. 

She wasn't nervous at first. After all, she was sixteen (this thing happened 
to her about four weeks before she told me about it) and felt adult enough. 
Anyway, David made her a drink, and then he started to get her to smoke pot. 
I think that I was more shocked to hear her say she did that, then to hear 
her say she fucked. 

Soon she was really high, and David started to kiss her hard. She got turned 
on, she told me, and kissed him back, thrusting her tongue deep into his 
mouth. He loved it when she licked the roof of his mouth, and it was really 
turning him on. 

"And that's what I didn't realize," she said to me. "If I had, maybe I would 
have stopped. But I turned him on so much, that soon, he wanted me." 

When he started to open her blouse and play with her red nipples, she got 
nervous. However, he assured her that he wouldn't do anything else. He 
kissed her tits gently, sucking on each nipple and flicking each one back 
and forth with his tongue, until they were both rock hard and sensitive. 

She said that her pussy was beginning to get wet when that happened, and she 
didn't think much of it. But then, as he was nibbling on her tit, David slid 
his hand down to her pants and opened them. He slid his hand into her 
panties and started to stroke her wet pussy lips, and that really scared 
her. 

He kept telling her that he wasn't going to try to do anything, and he 
reached for her hand and made her stroke his hardened cock bulge, through 
his pants. 

He pushed her pants and panties down, turning his body around so that she 
could pull his cock out. Of course, she kept telling me, she didn't do 
anything without his telling her to do it. In fact, she said, she never 
would have done it unless he had asked her to do it, because she was very 
scared. 

When he started to lick her cunt, running his tongue firmly along her pussy 
lips so that she was getting more turned on, he told her to lick his cock. 

Leila told me that she had a lot of trouble doing it. For she knew, having 
seen it in our own home, that men also piss through their cocks, and she 
couldn't help but think that he might try something like that. He assured 
her that when he was hard, the only thing that would ever come out of his 
cock was come, and although she had no idea what come was like, she was glad 
that it wasn't piss. 

Now I must tell you, doctor, that as I listened to this, it sounded pretty 
exciting. I mean, she was nervous while she told me the story, but I could 
see that she was even getting a little excited thinking about it. 

Well, after she had licked his cock for a while, he told her to suck it. She 
told me how she really just sucked on the cock head and let her saliva drip 
down the shaft. She started to jerk his shaft once it was wet enough, and 
soon, his cock was pulsating in her hand. He started to suck on her pussy, 
and then, she was coming. 

He came in her mouth as she came in his mouth, and Leila told me that the 
taste of his come was very strange to her. 

"I can't say that I liked it, but then again, I can't say that I didn't. It 
was warm, and I thought that was really strange about it. It was also really 
creamy in consistency, and that was very strange. And it tasted 
bitter-sweet." 

Well, she told me next, his cock stayed hard in her mouth, and for the 
longest time, she thought that cocks always stayed hard after orgasms. In 
fact, I thought that too, since that was what she had told me. 

I guess the reason David's dick never went down was because he was too 
excited. He turned around so that his cock was closer to Leila's pussy, and 
when he started to rub himself there, she moved her hand down over her cunt 
lips. 

"No, David. I don't want to do it, and you promised me that you wouldn't." 

"Oh, Leila, I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to push it in. I just want 
to rub it there because it's making me feel good, and I know that it's 
making you feel good, too. It has to be. Just let me rub it there." 

So she let him. She didn't think that there could be any harm in letting him 
do that, especially since he'd promised not to put it in. However, it was 
almost like before, where her kissing him so nicely was turning him on and 
making him want to go further. His rubbing his dick against her pussy lips 
was just turning him on, slowly, making him hotter and hotter as he felt her 
pussy getting wet. 

And she was getting wet, she told me. He was rubbing his cock against her 
clit and making it swell up more and more, until it was incredibly sensitive 
to touch. 

When he wanted to, he thrust his way inside of her. Leila told me that at 
the time, she was really just lying back on his bed with her eyes closed, 
watching different striking colors flashing before her mind. 

His entering her, however, made the colors vanish. She was a virgin up until 
that time, and she said that she did feel an incredible pain shooting 
through her body as his thrusting thick dick broke through her hymen skin. 

He thrust in deep and held himself there, until he was sure that she wasn't 
in pain any longer. Then he started to thrust in and out of her, and she 
told me that he seemed to be thrusting upwards so that his hard boner would 
make contact with her clit. 

As she told me about it, I was getting off a bit. I thought that she was 
even moving her hand down to her pussy and rubbing herself through her 
pajama bottoms, but I could be wrong about that. It was a long time ago. 

Anyway, she told me that after the first few seconds, all the pain was gone, 
and the pleasure started to build inside of her. She could feel her cunt 
spasming tightly around his cock, and she said that the only reason he was 
able to move in and out of her was because her pussy was so well greased 
from her own juices. 

When his cock started to pulsate, she said it was nice, and then he started 
to shoot his come inside of her. 

"Again, I could feel how warm it was," she said to me. "My pussy was pretty 
hot at the time, and I could feel it getting hotter because of his come." 

He kept thrusting until his cock started going limp inside of her, and then 
he pulled out and continued to kiss her all over. 

When my sister was finished telling me her story, I noticed that there was a 
tear starting to well up in her eye. Since I hated dealing with things like 
that, I was thinking of leaving the room before she broke down on me. 

But I knew that I should stay there and talk with her since she had been so 
honest with me, and had really taught me a lot. You can believe that I Was 
glad I stayed there, too, because she had some interesting things to tell 
me, and I'm sure that those things have had a definite influence on my life 
thus far. 

"Leila," I said, stroking her hair softly, "tell me what's wrong. I really 
want to know what you're crying about." 

"What happened," she said to me. "I'm just so upset about it." 

"It sounded like you were having a great time," I said. "I don't know why 
you should be upset about it. It sounds like fun." 

"Oh, Loretta, you don't understand. I consider myself a very sensitive 
person. While it was going on, I liked it, but after it was over and I 
thought about it, the whole thing meant nothing. I like David, a little, but 
I don't love him. I liked the sex with him a little, but I know that sex has 
to be better when you love the man you're doing it with. It has to. There's 
a difference between love and sex, and I know that for a person like myself, 
I need the love to make the sex better." 

"Is everyone like that?" I asked. "I mean, aren't there people who are just 
into sex without love? Can't one exist without the other?" 

"I'm sure it can. I mean, I know that it does. That's the way it was with me 
and David. But that's not me. I'm not like that. Believe me, sis. I wish 
that I would have saved myself for the man that I love." 

"But do you love anyone now?" I had to ask her. "Do you?" 

"No. But I know that it will happen one day. I just know it. And I think 
that when I do fall in love and I make love to that man, he's going to be 
upset that I didn't save myself for him. He's going to be upset that I'm not 
a virgin, and I'm already upset about that. God, I wish I saved myself." 

She wasn't crying so hysterically at first, but the more she talked about 
it, the more tears there were, until she was crying wildly. 

I tried to comfort her, but I had no idea what to say. I did get her to stop 
crying, and just as I was leaving her room, she called out to me. 

"Take it from someone who knows, honey. Save it. Really. You're so lucky 
that you still have it, as far as I'm concerned. Wait until you fall in 
love." 

Well, I kept thinking about what she said. I think that when I was fifteen, 
I masturbated for the first time. Up until then, I would have these strange 
urges in my pussy, but I would never do anything about it. 

But one day, it just got too great for me to ignore, and soon I was lying on 
my bed moving my fingers in and out of my cunt. I could feel my clit 
swelling as my fingers rubbed over it, and when it was swollen, the 
pleasures that I got from playing with myself were just too great to be 
believed. 

I closed my eyes and saw colors, and I thought about what my sister had told 
me. The colors were all so brazen and bright, and I guess they were all 
sexual colors to me. 

Anyway, after I had come, there was a large wet spot on the bed between my 
legs. I lay there for the longest time, stroking myself so that the 
pleasures wouldn't subside fully, and I couldn't help but think about what 
my sister had said to me. I kept thinking that maybe I could have a fucking 
affair, without love, especially if the pleasures were going to be as great 
as they had been when I masturbated. 

Leila had stressed the importance of love with sex to me, but at the time, I 
didn't think that she was right. 

Well, I started dating when I was seventeen, and the first guy that I went 
out with was named Paul. He had curly black hair, and the cutest smile. He 
was a college man, and a disc jockey at the college that he was going to. He 
had a super red sports car that I loved to go driving in, especially when he 
was in the mood to put the top down so that the wind blew through our hair. 

The more I was with Paul, the more I liked him. One night, after I had gone 
to meet him at his college at the studio, because he was the late night disc 
jockey, he asked me to just hang out with him for a while in the lounge at 
the radio studio. 

There was no one else there, and he shocked me by pulling out a joint and 
lighting it. I had smoked a few times by then (I guess I got over my initial 
shock with grass after hearing about my sister doing it), and was willing to 
smoke with him, even though I was sure that it was risky to smoke where we 
were. 

He laughed, and he told me that all the guys would get high there before 
they went on the air, and that broadcasting stoned was the best way he could 
think of for doing it. Well, I was convinced, and I got smashed. 

We were sitting on the leather couch there when he leaned over and kissed me 
harder than he had during the three weeks we had been seeing each other. His 
hand moved down to my breast, and he started to play with my tit through my 
blouse. I could feel my red nipple getting hard, and I didn't hesitate at 
all when he wanted to open my blouse buttons and start to lick my nipple. 

In fact, I loved the way it felt. He sucked on my nipple hard, and when it 
got stiff in his mouth, it was really sensitive. 

Soon, he was moving down to my pussy. He pushed my skirt and panties down 
and slid to his knees between my legs. He spread my legs wide and then 
started to suck on my cunt lips as hard as he possibly could. I felt my clit 
wiggling back and forth fast, in the suction breeze that his hot mouth was 
creating. 

I came so hard that some of my come started to drip out of the side of his 
mouth before he had a chance to swallow it. That was because the mouthful 
that he took in was quite abundant. 

The thing that I hadn't noticed while he was licking me was that he had 
pulled his cock out of his pants and was playing with himself. I guess maybe 
I saw the jerking motion of his body, and especially the arm that was 
connected to the cock jerking hand. But I didn't think much of it until he 
started to get up a little more, rubbing his hardened dick against my leg at 
the same time. 

I felt him moving it closer and closer to my spread pussy. 

And then, suddenly, I knew that I couldn't do it with him. Look, doctor, 
there had always been a lot of love in my family, and I thought about what 
my sister said, and how much better it would probably be if I loved the guy. 
I realized, too, that as much as I liked Paul, that was all. I just liked 
him. 

I know that he was a little shocked when I moved my hand to his cock and 
pointed it away from my pussy. I started to massage his hard cock shaft with 
my hand, and he moaned and asked me why I wouldn't let him fuck me. 

"I'm really saving it," I told him. "That's all I can say to you." 

I would have liked to be honest with him and tell him that I didn't love 
him, but only liked him, and didn't want to fuck a man I just liked. But I 
thought about that dick of his, and another thing Leila had told me about 
men being so sensitive. I thought that if Paul were to hear something like 
that, he would lose his hard-on. 

He seemed to mind, only a little, and in order to appease him, I told him to 
stand up so that his cock would be at the same level as my mouth. 

I started to suck him hard, and amazed even myself when I was able to take 
him all the way down my throat. I know that he was really getting off on it, 
and I didn't have him in my mouth for more than a few minutes when he 
started to come. 

I remembered what Leila had said about come and how it felt and tasted in 
the mouth, and she was one hundred per cent right. In fact, when I realized 
that, I was proud of myself for having put Paul off. For if Leila had been 
right about that, I knew that she was going to be right about saving myself 
for the man that I loved. 

It took a long time, doctor, and some of my friends who I was close enough 
to to discuss things like this, thought that I was crazy. I would hear it 
from all the girls I knew who were fucking left and right, and they would 
tell me that I should get some experience, and that it would still be great 
with the man I loved when he came along. 

But I was stubborn, and I guess I also respected my sister's words a hell of 
a lot more than the words of those other girls. 

I did go out with a lot of boys up until the time I met Al, and I did go 
down on most of them. In fact, I developed myself into quite a cock sucker, 
and I could really go all the way down on a dick if I had to. There were a 
few that weren't even long enough so I didn't have to worry about those, but 
there were some that were big. 

But no cock entered my pussy until Al's, and even then, we waited until 
after we were married to fuck, because he loved my oral sex so much, that he 
was satisfied enough to let me keep sucking him off. 

Of course, he got into eating my pussy back then, too, but we didn't do any 
actual fucking until after the wedding. And then, eight years later, I don't 
know what happened. But I do know how he tied me up a few weeks ago, and 
whipped me, when I demanded to know just what the fuck was going on.... 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Loretta came to see me, I had a feeling that someone had 
finally said something to her about the way she dressed. Perhaps, I even 
thought, I could have been her husband. 

For the second time she came to see me, she took my breath away. As I said 
in the first interview introduction, she is quite an attractive woman, but 
she just didn't seem to dress well enough. Her manner of dress detracted a 
great deal from her looks. 

The second time was completely different. She was wearing a one-piece loose 
knit dress, with black leotards underneath it, and she looked smashing. 
Every curve and crevice of her figure was highlighted because of the tight 
leotard material, and the contrast of the black from the leotards, along 
with the red of the dress, and the blonde of her hair, made her look not 
only more beautiful, but younger. 

You don't even have to say anything to me, doctor. I can tell by the look on 
your face that you like the way I'm dressed now, and I'm happy that you like 
it. But I'm even happier that my husband likes it, and I hope that the 
change in me will bring a happy ending to our marriage, rather than a sad 
one. 

I mean, I want our marriage to continue, even though I know now that Al has 
been cheating on me for the last two years. 

The change in outfits was my sister's idea. I hadn't seen her in a long 
time, and last week I went to see her for a few days, just to get away from 
home and think things over, and she was the one who suggested the change. 

First she told me that I looked like I did ten years ago, and when I thanked 
her she then laughed, then told me that she meant it as an insult. She said 
that physically, it's good to look the same, but when you dress the same, 
you make yourself look a little out of date. I knew just what she meant. 

Al loved the new me when I got home, and I think that means something. 

But let me tell you all about him now. He has straight, soft black hair and 
squared features. He has one of the hairiest bodies I've ever seen, and I 
always loved that about him more than anything else. His cock was very, very 
thick, and I'll never forget that the first time I sucked it, I almost got 
lock jaw. 

I met him when I first went away to college. He was a senior and I was a 
freshman, and we met at one of these mixers. He just asked me to dance, and 
I liked him a lot, but didn't think that I loved him. 

Anyway, he took my number, but didn't call me. I met him again a few weeks 
later when I went to see the show that they were putting on at school, and 
he was ushering at the theater. You should have heard him. He was quite 
flustered to see me, and started stumbling over his words as he told me 
something about having lost my number, and then not remembering my last name 
so he couldn't track me down. 

"Look," I said, "If you just didn't want to see me again, at least have the 
courtesy to tell it to me like it is." 

"But that's not it," he said. "I like you a lot and I want to see you 
again." 

I told him where I was living, and we went out after the show that night. He 
took me back to my dorm, and didn't try to get fresh with me. Well, we 
started dating, and I learned something that I had thought about a lot, but 
was never sure about. 

I learned that it is possible to fall in love. You see, I had always thought 
that when you see a person, you know instantly if you are in love with him 
or not. But when I met Al, I just liked him. I thought that he would be safe 
to date, because, maybe, I was just afraid to fall in love. 

But soon, I was crazy over him, and I would sit by the phone waiting for him 
to call, and if he was even two minutes late, I would be freaking out for 
those minutes. 

We had been dating about three weeks when he first tried something with me, 
and up until that point, I didn't love him. Therefore, when he took me to 
his apartment that day and started coming on to me, heavily, I told him 
where I was at. I didn't tell him that I didn't love him (which at the time 
was true), but rather, that I wasn't sure how I felt about him, and oral sex 
was all. 

Well, the thing that I loved about him was that he got right down to 
business. He stood up and started to peel off his shirt and pants, and in a 
matter of seconds, he was naked. I undressed, too. 

It was the first time I was ever naked with a guy, and I loved the way it 
was when we hugged and kissed each other, and I felt that hard-on rubbing 
against my belly. Soon we were in a sixty-nine position, and he started to 
suck on my pussy so well, that I was flooding his mouth with my come in less 
than a few seconds. I could hear the way he moaned as he drank my juices, 
which assured me that he loved them. 

He started to nibble on my clit after I had come once, and I was kept at a 
passion high. Al, in fact, was the first guy I had ever had oral sex with 
who continued to eat me even after I had come, thereby bringing me off over 
and over again. 

I was licking and sucking on that super-thick dick of his, which was a fair 
size in length, too. 

I loved the pulsations that I felt in his cock when I had it in my mouth, 
and there were times when I would pick up on him picking up on my vibes. For 
instance, at one point, I started to spasm hard, although I wasn't coming 
much as far as pussy cream went. Anyway, I was certainly at a pleasure high, 
and when Al felt that, his cock was pulsating in my hand so nicely. I loved 
feeling the blood pumping in it. 

He stayed hard for a long time, and he loved the way I worked him over. The 
reason he didn't want to come right away, as he told me, was because he had 
trouble coming more than once a night, and he didn't want to end it all. 

In that way, I was able to come five times that night, and after my fifth 
orgasm, about two hours later, he started to come in my mouth. 

Now I had noticed, after sucking my second cock at age sixteen, that come 
tasted different, depending on the man it was coming from. Some was sweeter 
than others, and there was even some bitter-tasting come. 

Well, Al's was incredible. It was the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted, and 
the more I got in my mouth, the more I wanted. I could feel his whole body 
contorting as I worked his cock over with my tongue while he was coming, and 
his groin was spasming as if he didn't have any control over it. 

I made sure to pluck at his nipples as he was shooting off in my mouth, and 
when he had finished shooting his load, I kept his limp dick in my mouth. It 
tasted so smooth then, almost like a velvety kind of thing. 

I mean the texture of it was velvety, I guess. The taste was just 
sensational, though, and I didn't mind keeping his cock in my mouth when it 
was limp. I even had enough room so that I could suck on his balls at the 
same time. 

It took a long time before the two of us ever really told each other that we 
were in love, and I don't know if we ever would have (for later, he told me 
that he was just as scared as I was to fall in love), if he hadn't been 
graduating. With him graduating and getting ready to leave town, we had to 
make a decision, and that was when we finally got down and told each other 
how much we cared. 

"I don't want to be the one responsible for making you quit school," he 
said, when we talked about my doing just that, and our getting married. 

"I would be doing it because I wanted to," I said. "Besides, I can still go 
to school when I decide that I want to." 

Well, in the end, we decided that we would have to get married. We thought 
that there couldn't have been a love in the world greater than the love that 
we had for each other. I lived with him in New York for about a week before 
we were married, and I swear to God that we didn't fuck then. 

We went to Puerto Rico for our honeymoon, and our first fuck was incredible. 
We had a room that was right on the beach, and we could hear the ocean 
outside. We had some wine and some grass as we got undressed. 

Then he started to make love to me with even more tenderness than he had 
when we were just into oral sex. I mean, he really went slow when it came to 
moving his mouth all over my body, and I'd say that he had licked and sucked 
every inch of me before he actually got down to the fucking. 

He sucked on my nipples, and his mouth felt so smooth. His hands were so 
incredible, too. I had never felt a man with such soft hands in my life. He 
was massaging my flesh with his hands as he licked me, and it was almost as 
if his hands were licking me, too. 

He spread my legs wide as he ate my cunt, and then, when he started to move 
his way up my body, I could feel him rubbing his leg against my thigh. I 
knew that our time was coming, and I was so thrilled about it. 

My pussy lips were soaking wet, and my cunt nice and hot and wet inside. 
When he rubbed his cock against my red lips, they just parted so smoothly to 
let him in. He entered me slowly, then came up against my hymen. 

I swear, I still had it, even after all that oral sex. He was thrilled when 
he felt it, and he pulled back a little bit, then thrust his way deep inside 
of me with one long, swift action. I could feel my hymen breaking, but there 
was no pain. 

Now I knew that it was love when I didn't feel any pain. For he had actually 
ripped right through some skin, and there was blood, but no pain. 

He waited until my tense pussy spasms around his cock stopped, and he kissed 
me and asked me if I was okay. When I told him that I was, he started to 
thrust in and out of me rather gently, making sure that his cock was making 
contact with my clit the whole time. He would thrust upwards and then in, so 
I would feel the entire length of that thick cock making contact with me. 

The fuck seemed to last forever. I could feel my whole body reacting to the 
passions that were building up inside of me, and when he started to pulsate 
(and they were really stretching me because his dick was thick enough to 
begin with, and the pulsations only made it seem thicker), I went crazy. I 
moaned louder than I ever had in my life, and then I felt his come shooting 
into my cunt. 

I wrapped my legs around his buttocks and felt how taut they were as he 
filled me up again and again with' his come. It was sensational. 

We spent most of our honeymoon either on the beach, making love, or in our 
room making love. I didn't know that life could be so sweet. I was so happy 
with everything that was happening between the two of us. 

When we got back to the states, Al invested in a business with a friend. It 
was a small gift shop, and he had gotten the money from an inheritance. 
Well, the shop did booming business over the next few years, and I'd say 
that the first five years of our marriage were filled with total bliss. 

We would fuck at least once a night, and he would always be telling me 
everything about his day, from start to finish. 

I loved him so much that I wanted to hear it all. I wanted to be with him 
wherever he was, even though I wasn't always there. 

It was during our sixth year of marriage that he started working late on 
Monday nights, or so I thought. I remember the first time he ever called me 
to tell me. I had just made his favorite dinner, and I was very mad to hear 
that he wouldn't be home. 

"Why do you have to work late, all of a sudden?" I asked. 

"Because we're not doing as well as we used to be doing, and we need to stay 
open these extra hours. It won't be too often." 

Well, after the seventh week, it was more often than I wanted it to be. He 
would come home, no later than ten-thirty. 

Now by that time, too, we weren't into fucking every night. In fact, it 
would be about once or twice a week. I think it was a mutual agreement, 
although we never said anything. I know that my urge for him sexually had 
declined a bit, so I didn't mind. I didn't think anything of his coming home 
on a Monday night and falling out in bed. 

But then, a few weeks ago, I needed him on a Monday. I called up his store, 
and his partner answered. He told me that Al wasn't in. At first, I thought 
nothing of it, but when I asked if he had been working all those other 
weeks, he said no. 

I couldn't believe it. For four years, I suddenly realized, he had been 
doing something on his Monday nights, and I had no idea what. 

You can believe that I was screaming at him from the moment he walked in the 
door. 

"Are you cheating on me? Is that it? Well, if you're not, then tell me what 
you've been doing. I feel that as your wife, I have every right to know. 
Tell me, Al." 

The more I yelled at him, the more incensed he got. We were in the bedroom 
when he opened his drawer. Suddenly, he pulled out this thick leather whip. 

He turned around, and as he did, he lashed it out at me. I could feel it 
hitting my wrist, and the stinging pain was so incredible. Well, I had 
always been a fighter from a long time back, and I attacked him with my 
nails out. I have long nails, and have always tried to keep them hard. 

I scratched him, and although he seemed to smile, he got madder. 

"Fighting dirty, you fucking bitch," he screamed at me, and then he shoved 
me back against the bed. 

I landed on my back, and he pounced on top of me. I could feel his body 
weight pressing down on me, and I could hardly breathe. He was pulling my 
arms up over my head, and before I knew what was happening, I could feel 
this leather binding getting tighter and tighter around each one of my 
wrists. When he pulled his hands away and I tried to pull free, I discovered 
that I was bound. 

"Let me go, you bastard," I screamed, and he started to slide down my body. 

As he did, he was ripping and tearing at my clothing. The blouse that he 
tore was one of my favorites, and he did such a number on it, that I could 
never wear it again. 

"You want to know what I'm doing," he said, as he pulled off my skirt and 
moved his fingers to my naked pussy. "I'll tell you. It's dull with you, 
baby. It can get dull after a few years, and you never seemed to want to 
change. 

"I knew what I wanted. I've wanted it for years. I love the leather. I love 
the smell of it and the look of it. I love to tie women up. Yeah, that's it 
bitch, so don't look shocked. I've been fucking someone else for the past 
few years, every Monday night, and she's been a bound bitch in heat. Not 
like you. I knew that you wouldn't ever be able to get yourself into it." 

"But why did you have to do it?" I asked, and I was in tears. 

"I told you, baby. It's one sure way to fight boredom. Sex shouldn't be 
boring, and I don't blame you for making it that way. Maybe it was your 
fault as much as mine. We should have fucked before we were married. You 
should have fucked other guys, and you probably would know more now, if you 
did." 

He started to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I could feel my 
whole body starting to get hot. I didn't understand it. I didn't like the 
idea of being tied up with those leather straps, or so I thought at the 
time. 

Al stripped off all his clothing, and he was like a big, hairy hulk as he 
stood up on his knees over me. He straddled my chest, soon, and I could feel 
the hair on buttocks rubbing over me. He started to rub his cock against my 
mouth, and although I didn't want to service him, he forced himself on me. 

I felt his ass crushing my tits as he started to fuck my face hard. 

As he did, he reached for the whip. He started to rub the thick whip handle 
near my pussy lips, and I could feel my cunt getting wetter and wetter as he 
did. When my pussy lips slid wide open, he moved the whip handle into my 
cunt. 

I couldn't believe it. The leather in my pussy felt so sensational that I 
started to come in less than a few seconds. Al was thrusting his dick faster 
and faster, and although I had thought that I might gag on it earlier, I 
knew then that I was going to love it. I couldn't wait for him to start 
shooting off in my throat, and when he did, I sucked all that come right out 
of him. 

I kept my eyes open, and I saw the look of pleasure on his face. He started 
to turn the whip handle in my pussy, and that was a phenomenal feeling. 

But then, I noticed something strange. Even though I was sucking Al's dick 
dry, he was still hard. It was the first time that had ever happened. As I 
mentioned earlier, he was the kind of man who could come once a night, and 
that was it, even if we weren't fucking every night like we did when we 
first got married. 

On occasion, I would try to rouse his cock again, but it never happened. 

Well, that time, he stayed hard. He pulled out of my mouth and started to 
slide down my body. Soon, he was sitting on my belly, pressing my 
cone-shaped tits together and fucking the cleavage between them. I couldn't 
believe the way that felt. I had never even though something like that could 
be erotic, but boy, was I ever wrong. 

I felt his cock pulsating a number of times between my tits, and looking 
down at him, I could see his cock head each time he thrust it forward. I 
loved it when I saw those tiny drops of come at the tip of his cock, and he 
would always smear the drops all over my tits, moaning louder when he did 
it. 

By the time he moved between my legs and was getting ready to mount me, I 
was already coming a second or a third time. I didn't know what it was. 
There was just something so nice about being tied, only because I was able 
to just lay back and let Al do all the work for me. I didn't have to do a 
thing. 

I know that the leather was adding to my feelings, also. The smell of the 
leather around my wrists was getting stronger as I was sweating and making 
it wet, and when I inhaled deeply, he smiled at me. 

"You love it, too, don't you?" he asked. "I've always thought that the smell 
of leather was a turn-on, and I'm right." 

With those words, he thrust his cock deep into my pussy. I could feel my 
whole body exploding with sensation, and my pussy walls spread wide to take 
him in. He started to fuck me like a wild man. 

I mean, I had never been fucked like that before. He was bucking his hips as 
he slammed his dick into me, and he was going faster than he had ever moved 
before. Usually, he liked to go slowly because of the fact that once he 
came, that was it. But somehow, he was able to go fast and also keep from 
coming so fast, too. Maybe it was because he had come once in my mouth, and 
it was taking him time to build his pleasures back up. I really don't know 
for sure. 

All I know is that I started to come very hard, and when he reached for the 
whip again and started to lash it all over my tits, I thought that was nice, 
too. He wasn't whipping me hard at all. Instead, he was just hitting me 
lightly and then letting the leather whip slide across my breasts. When that 
happened, there was this nice tingling feeling that went along with it and 
made the whole experience more erotic. 

I'm telling you all this now, doctor, but you can believe that at the time, 
I wasn't thinking about it. True, I was reacting physically, and I was 
loving the way I was reacting, but I was also outraged at his treatment of 
me. 

Well, when he started to come, I let him know how outraged I was. It didn't 
matter to me that I had come about five times, or even that I had loved 
everything. What mattered was the fact that he had been cheating on me for 
the past few years. 

I screamed at him when he untied me, telling him how I felt, and how hurt I 
was. 

Then I walked out on him. That was when I decided to go visit my sister, 
Leila, who was living in Pennsylvania. I hadn't seen her in a long time, and 
when I told her all about what had happened, she seemed to think it was 
nice. 

She was the one who made me start questioning myself, to see if perhaps it 
could have been partly my fault. She was the one who told me that I was 
dressing rather frumpy, and that that probably had a lot to do with it. 

"Plus, if he was always into leather and thought that you couldn't get into 
it, he was just cheating to try it out," Leila said. "He didn't think he 
could do it on you and he needed someone to do it to. Maybe if you could 
learn how to get into it, he might be willing to do it with you on Mondays." 

I agreed with the frumpy look that she was talking about, but I didn't agree 
with my fetish for leather until that night, when I was lying in her guest 
bed. I kept thinking about how much I had gotten off, and how it had been 
the best sexual night of my life. I knew that I was going to have to go back 
to him. 

Al told me where his fetish stemmed from, and it made me forgive him even 
more when I learned about how his mother would whip him when he was younger. 

He told me that he thought he took it on as a defense, getting pleasure from 
the whipping and all, I mean. He said that his mother was a drunk, and when 
she got mad at him and whipped him, it hurt so much, that he had to try and 
find some kind of pleasure in it. When he got into sex, he forgot all about 
it. 

But later, he told me, as our sex life got worse for him, he started to 
think about the leather and the whipping more and more. 

Well, I forgave him, and now he comes home every Monday night so that he can 
try out his fetish on me. I'll admit that it's added a hell of a lot to our 
sex life, and he can come more than once on nights like that. 

However, I tend to think that maybe there might be something wrong with me, 
especially when he ties me up and I get so excited. After all, I didn't have 
a mother who whipped me and made me get into something like that, so I don't 
know why I like it. But I can't lie, and I have to admit that I really do. 

 CONCLUSION 

As far as I was concerned, it was quite easy to understand why Loretta found 
herself involved in the leather/bondage fetish, and why she even got excited 
about it. 

I think that it all stems from her original feelings about sex, and how she 
felt that she had to really love a man before going all the way with him. 
Her love for Al never changed over the years. Although she admits to being 
hurt when she discovered that he had been cheating on her for the last few 
years, it was a hurt, and not an anger! She seemed to want to do anything to 
get him back. 

Since Al does have this fetish, and it is what he wants, and since Loretta 
will do almost anything to please the man that she is with, it seems natural 
for her to learn to love the leather game. 

I feel that as long as she knows she is satisfying Al by doing what he 
wants, and as long as he shows her a great deal of love and affection while 
he is doing it, she will continue to enjoy the leather scene. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Helen D. AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

When Helen came to see me she was wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of 
low-cut tight jeans. I could tell that she had a nice figure, that would 
develop even more as the years went on. Her breasts at the time were rounded 
and full, but still seemed to have that girlish look, rather than the 
womanly beauty of someone a little older. 

Helen, too, has a girlish look about her, with her short straight black 
hair, and her deep set dark eyes. She has a perky little nose, and a rather 
small mouth. However, when she smiles, her entire face lights up, making her 
look rather sensual. 

I was somewhat surprised at Helen's overall attitude in coming to see me, 
for when she first walked in, she seemed happy, and eager to talk. But when 
it came down to the actual interview, where I expected her to just say 
anything that she wanted, she seemed a little less eager to talk about what 
she had come for. 

However, with a little urging, she was soon talking. 

I'm very embarrassed about this fetish that I developed. God, I can't 
believe that I even said that. I mean, using the word 'fetish.' I probably 
never would have even known that word had it not been for Jerry. 

When Jerry tried to make it with me, I just kind of clammed up, like I did 
with all the other guys who tried something. But Jerry wanted to probe 
deeper into my psyche, so he said, because he wanted to know why I wasn't 
acting like any other normal girl who would be hot for a cock. Once he heard 
my story, he seemed to know just what to do, and soon he had me tied and 
spread, and he was rubbing the leather all over my body. 

Just that was enough to make me come over and over again. I mean, I really 
love the feeling of leather. When my nipples aren't stiff, all I have to do 
is rub a piece of leather over them and they just perk right up. 

Now I think I should tell you the story that I told Jerry, because it seemed 
to make him understand just where I was at, so I'm sure it will do the same 
thing for you. Anyway, you're a doctor, so you know a lot more than he does. 
He was really just guessing and he turned out to be right. 

I remember the first time I was tied with leather, and it happened a lot 
after that. The first time was really just a joking time. You see, I had an 
older sister. She was five years older than me, and when my parents would go 
out, she would always have to babysit for me. 

I know that she hated it, and I don't blame her. I would have hated being 
stuck inside with a brat like me, especially when she could have been 
outside. My sister was quite popular with the guys, and I know that many 
times when she had to babysit for me, she had to break a date first. 

Well, the first time she ever tied me up was when I was seven and she was 
twelve. My folks had gone out for the evening, and she was trying to watch 
television. I was just fooling around, and bothering her a lot. 

Finally she said, "Helen, would you like to play a game?" 

"Sure," I told her. I loved playing games, and since I really liked my 
sister a lot, I was always into playing whatever she wanted. 

"We're going to play cowboys and Indians," she said to me. "I'm going to be 
the cowboy, and I've caught you, okay?" 

"Sure," I said, and I was laughing the whole time, wondering what the hell 
we were going to do, exactly. 

She went to my father's room for a few minutes and came back with some of 
his belts. She told me to undress, commanding me the way she would if she 
was a cowboy. She kept saying things about having to teach us Indians the 
way of the West. 

Well, as soon as I was undressed, she pushed me down on the floor. She 
pushed me on my stomach, and then I felt her pulling my hands behind my 
back. Soon, she was looking the belt around and through my wrists, and when 
she pulled her hands away and I tried to get free, I discovered that I 
couldn't. 

It was incredible. She rolled me over on my back and then started to tie my 
legs together with another belt. Once that was done, she hovered over me. 
She picked up a third belt and started to whip me lightly. 

At the time, I was too young to feel anything sexual, but I know that her 
doing it to me at such a young age had a lot to do with my feelings later on 
in life. She whipped my small nipples, and that felt kind of nice. 

Well, after a while, she started to watch television again, and she just 
left me there, telling me that she would untie me later. I knew then that 
she had tied me up just to keep me out of her way, and no matter how much I 
protested, there was no way out. 

I lay there naked, and bound with leather belts, and I was just trying to 
think of some of the advantages to being in that position. Of course, I 
doubt that there were any, and I can't even remember what I thought of then. 
All I know is that after the first half an hour, I didn't mind being tied up 
too much any more. In fact, I was beginning to like the way the leather felt 
around my wrists. 

Things like that started to happen more and more frequently. My sister 
seemed to realize how good it was for her when I was tied up because she 
didn't have to do a thing when it came to watching me. 

Now as I said, she was older than me, and of course, that meant she started 
to fuck around a long time before I did. The first time I ever saw anyone 
fucking was when I was tied up, and she was the cunt in question. 

I'm saying that with the utmost pride now, I should add. I really love my 
sister and I don't blame her for anything that happened to me. I mean, what 
the fuck? So I have a fetish and I like it. Big fucking deal. There's 
nothing to prove that I wouldn't have gotten into it anyway if she hadn't 
started it. I mean, I'm sure that I got into it because of her, but I've 
always loved leather anyway. 

Well, when she was sixteen and I was eleven, she had a boy over one night. 
My parents had gone to a wedding upstate, and they were going to be staying 
at my aunt's house overnight. When Lyle came over, I started telling my 
sister that she'd better not do anything with him. 

Then she started to ask me if I wanted to play a game again. It didn't take 
her long to have me stripped and tied, right there in the living room where 
Lyle could see every single inch of my naked body. 

I guess I was embarrassed a little bit, because I did know him, and my pussy 
was bared so he could see it. I didn't even have any pubic hair then, or any 
tits. I could have been a naked boy without a cock for all he knew. 

And anyway, he was more interested in my sister Pam, who was much more 
developed than I was. Pam started to kiss him hard on the lips, and soon 
they were going at each other. She opened his shirt and started to suck on 
his nipples, and I saw the way he moaned when she did that. 

I think that he was a little embarrassed when Pam pulled down his pants and 
started to suck on his cock. I noticed how he would look over at me every so 
often, and then back down at his cock. I had my eyes on his piece of meat, 
too, mainly because it was the first one that I had ever laid eyes on. 

His cock was thick and proud, and I loved the way it stood straight out of 
his body. Pam was really going crazy over it. She sucked him good and hard, 
and when she started to squeeze his balls, he moaned a lot. 

He pulled his cock back from her mouth as he started to come, and I saw a 
man's first orgasm that night. I started to pull on my bonds as he was 
coming, thinking that I would have loved to touch his dick as he was 
shooting. The leather still felt nice around my wrists even though it was 
cutting into them. 

I watched his cream shoot all over her face, and she seemed to be loving it. 
She was tugging on his balls the entire time, and when he shot out the last 
of his load, she sucked his dick back between her lips and started to suck 
him completely dry. She moved her hand to her face and was pushing his come 
into her mouth with her fingers. Meanwhile, he was" starting to open her 
blouse buttons. 

I hadn't seen Pam naked in a long time, and I was quite amazed at the 
fullness of her tits. As a matter-of-fact, her tits were the same size as 
mine are now, and they really were a beautiful set. She had dark brown 
nipples which were very thick, and the more Lyle pulled on them, the stiffer 
they got. 

He pulled his cock out of her mouth then and started to go down on her. I 
watched him strip her of her pants and panties, so gracefully, then move his 
mouth between her legs and start to suck her pussy. 

When I saw that happening, I felt the first pleasure spasm of my life. I 
could feel a nice, wet tingling in my pussy, and I couldn't do anything but 
rub my legs together. In doing that, I could feel the tight leather belt 
around my ankles, too. They did feel kind of nice, I remember. 

Lyle kept sucking her pussy harder and harder, and soon she was thrusting it 
up and down against his face. I heard her moaning loud, and he started to 
moan just as loud as he sucked her dry. 

When he had finished eating her and pulled his head up, I saw her juices 
dripping down his chin. I couldn't help but laugh. 

He stood up and started walking toward me. His cock was semi-hard by that 
time, sticking out a little bit. I watched the way it bounced up and down. 

"What are you laughing at, you little squirt?" he asked me. 

Then, he started to hit my leg with his limp cock. I couldn't believe it. It 
was like he was using that dick of his as a whip, and the more he hit me, 
the harder he got. He did move his cock close to my hairless pussy, but he 
never even made an attempt to enter me. He was just slapping me with his 
cock for fun. 

My sister was laughing the whole time, and when he was fully hard, she 
stopped. She reached for his cock and turned him around, then lay back on 
the couch where I would have a more than perfect view of them. 

"Oh fuck me, Lyle," she said. "Make it a good long fuck. Let's show my 
little sister just what fucking is all about." 

She pulled him closer and closer, and soon his cock head was rubbing aginst 
her cunt lips, and even sooner, he was between them. He entered her with 
one, good long thrust, and I could hear the sound of his groin slapping 
against her thighs. He started to fuck her good and hard after that. 

I watched the way he would change his thrusting rate. There were times when 
he would be working his way in and out of her very fast, and other times 
when he would slow down and seem to grind his cock around in her pussy more 
than thrusting it. 

I noticed how stiff her nipples were, and he did, too. He would pinch them 
every so often, and she would moan louder than she was moaning already. At 
times, he would also move his mouth down to one of her nipples and suck it 
right between his lips. He would flick it back and forth with his tongue, 
and I could actually see him doing it. 

Now I didn't know what an orgasm involved at the time. I mean, I could see 
it happening, but I didn't know what the physical feeling felt like. That is 
something, I'm convinced, that no one can ever know unless he or she 
experiences it for himself or herself. You really just can't tell a person 
what it's like. 

That's why I really couldn't tell you if I had an orgasm as I watched. If I 
had had any before that time, I would have been able to compare it and I 
would have known for sure. But that was the first time I ever felt any 
sexual tingling in my pussy. 

I kept rubbing my legs together, too, as I watched him sliding his thick 
cock in and out of her cunt. I noticed how it would look wetter each time he 
pulled it back, and I started to realize that the wet gleaming liquid on his 
cock was from her pussy. 

All I know is that when he started to come inside of her, and I knew that he 
was coming because he actually screamed out that he was, I felt the pleasure 
in my pussy at a higher state than it had been the whole night. 

But now that I think about it, it wasn't a full orgasm. I guess it was just 
an indication of what was to come, and the many things that my body would be 
able to do. 

As he came in my sister, she was moaning like crazy. She kept thrusting her 
hips up and down to keep him moving, and I know that she came, too. 

They lay side by side when it was over, stroking and fondling, and they 
didn't pay any attention to me. I didn't really care. I mean, by that time, 
I was quite content in my bound position, and I was still enjoying watching 
them. 

Lyle was the one who untied me about an hour later, and by that time, his 
cock was getting hard again. He told me that I had to go to sleep because it 
was past my bed time, and then he patted me on the ass and sent me on my 
way. 

I didn't go to sleep, although they thought that I did. You see, I knew that 
they were going to fuck again, and I was very curious to watch. I stood by 
the stairs as he started to fuck her from behind, and although it seemed to 
be nice, I didn't feel the same way I had felt when I had been tied up. 

At the time, I told myself that the reason I wasn't feeling the same was 
because I wasn't as close as I had been before. The first time I could smell 
the scent of their sex, that was how close I was. But the second time, I was 
watching from afar, and that was the reason, I told myself. I didn't even 
think about the leather belts. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Helen came to see me, she was wearing a short skirt and a 
T-shirt, and she looked much more womanly than she had the last time. I 
could make out the full curve of her breasts even more than I could the 
first time. 

This second time, she was wearing make-up also, and I had to compliment her 
on her application. It was only upon close scrutiny that I noticed the 
make-up, after about a half an hour of wondering why she looked so beautiful 
this second time. 

She knew just how to highlight her features to her best advantage. And, as 
opposed to the first time she came to see me where she needed prodding to 
talk, she was quite eager to talk this time, and started on her own. 

I guess the reason I'm so eager to talk now is because you know about my 
past. No one except my sister has ever heard about it, and now that you know 
about it, I feel that it's so much easier for me to tell you about my 
present. I mean, there were times when I was ashamed of what I was into, but 
you didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with what my sister 
did to me. 

I didn't think that there was, either, at the time. I used to always think 
that it was a game when she would babysit for me and tie me up, and even 
though she and Lyle did fuck in front of me that one time, I never thought 
it was going to have any effect on my own developing sexual attitudes. 

But you can bet your ass that it did, and you'd be a winner. Of course, it 
took me quite a while to discover why I reacted the way I did. 

It also took quite a number of different boys before I found one who was 
able to turn me on the way I needed it. Most of the others didn't even 
bother to try and figure out what I needed, and when I told some, they 
thought it was sick. 

Seth was the first boy I ever did anything sexual was. He was a cute guy 
with curly brown hair. I was fourteen at the time, and he was sixteen. He 
came over to my house on afternoon when no one was home, and we ended up in 
my bedroom. He started to kiss me really tenderly, and when I felt my cunt 
getting wet, I knew that I would want him. 

He sucked on my tits for a while, and then, he started to rub his cock 
against my pussy. He felt how wet I was, and as he was just about to enter 
me, I clammed up. I don't know why, but it was as if my cunt lips were glued 
together. I just couldn't let him enter me. He suggested that he suck my 
cunt for a while. 

I was willing to let him do that, and as he moved his mouth down to my pussy 
and started to run his tongue through my thick black pussy patch, I pulled 
his dick over to my mouth and started to suck on it. 

I loved the way it fit in my mouth. It wasn't that long, so I didn't have to 
worry about taking it down my throat. It was nice and thick though, and I 
did have to open my mouth pretty wide to take it in. 

When Seth started to suck on my pussy, hard, making me come over and over, I 
thought that I would suck on his cock, even harder. After a few moments, I 
felt him starting to pulsate in my mouth, and he began to thrust. Well, 
after only "a few more seconds, I could feel his come pumping away in my 
mouth. 

He shot off in thick wads, and I wasn't at all sure if I was going to 
swallow it or not. In the end, I did, and I loved the taste. 

Seth was quite content with his one orgasm, and he told me to forget about 
the fucking. I thought that my clamming up cunt had a lot more to do with 
his not wanting to fuck me than his one orgasm did. After all, I knew that 
if a guy waited he could easily get it up again, but Seth didn't seem to 
care about waiting. 

I didn't see him again. The boy who finally broke my cherry was named Rich, 
and he had short red hair and a sleek body. He took me to his cousin's 
apartment when I was fifteen. He had some marijuana and some wine, and after 
we were both pretty relaxed, he started to make sexual advances. 

I let him do all the work. He stripped me and started to eat me. Then, as he 
kissed his way up my body, I could feel him rubbing his cock against my leg. 
When I felt the head of his dick on my thigh, I knew that he was going to 
enter me very soon. I started to moan as he slid that dick into me. 

Luckily, for me, I didn't have a hymen, otherwise there would have been a 
great deal of pain for me. But as it was, there wasn't that much pleasure 
either. I mean, I had anticipated a great deal of pleasure, and my pussy was 
spasming hard before he even entered me. I thought that his fucking me was 
going to be the greatest thing of my life. Really. I wanted it so bad by the 
time he was getting ready to enter me. 

And then, once he was in, it was just okay. I guess I should be honest and 
say that I was truly disappointed, just because it was only okay. I had 
expected to see stars exploding and an outburst of colors, and all kinds of 
shit like that. But all I ended up seeing was Rich's face, with a contented 
smile. 

True, his cock felt nice in my cunt, and I did come, mildly. He was making 
my clit wiggle back and forth fast, rubbing along the entire length of his 
cock. 

I did come, too, and when he started to come inside of me, I felt really 
nice. I was happy to have made him come, although I know I would have been 
happier had it been better for me, too. I know I would. 

When I left the apartment that night, I was very much confused. When I was 
getting undressed to go to bed, I suddenly felt this incredible tingling in 
my cunt. It bothered me, and I wished that I would have felt it when I was 
with Rich. 

I lay down on my bed and started to masturbate myself, and when I closed my 
eyes and started to think, ""I saw images of myself strapped down to my bed, 
and a man lying on top of me plunging his cock in and out of my pussy. 

Of course, the only thing in my cunt was my fingers, but I was coming good 
and hard. I was a little upset about one thing, though, doctor. I was coming 
harder than I had come when I was with Richard. I thought that there was 
definitely something wrong, because I should have come harder with someone 
else. 

If I had asked my sister about it back then, maybe we could have figured out 
what was going on. But I was too upset about it to talk with anyone. 

It took another two years before I met someone who really knew how to turn 
me on. I did fuck a number of guys during the two years, and each time I 
did, I would usually be depressed when I got home because it wasn't what I 
really wanted. 

I met Jerry at my cousin's party. He was a friend of her brother's. He was 
nineteen, with short brown hair and a cute face. He seemed to take an 
instant liking to me, and when the party was over, he offered to drive me 
home. We ended up going to a parking lot and making it with each other 
there. I loved the way his thick dick felt inside of me, but still, it was 
like all the others up until that point. 

After he pulled out of me, after shooting his thick load, of course, he 
sensed that I hadn't been truly satisfied, although he didn't come right out 
and ask me. Instead, we just kind of talked. It was during that time that 
Jerry asked me to remember certain things that were my earliest recollection 
of sex. 

It was easy for me. I told him about my sister and how she and Lyle had 
fucked each other while I was tied up with the belts. He thought that was 
odd, but I told him that my sister had been tying me up since I was seven, 
and she was my babysitter. 

Jerry didn't say anything to me. He drove me home, and asked me if I would 
go out with him the next day. I said I wasn't sure. You see, since I had 
fucked him and hadn't felt the magic that I wanted to feel, the magic that I 
knew should have been there when you fucked someone, I didn't really think I 
wanted to see him again. 

He was very convincing, and very honest with me, too. 

"Look," he said, "I know that I might not have turned you on as much as you 
wanted me to, but forget about it for now. Just look forward to tomorrow, 
because tomorrow I am going to turn you on like never before." 

I agreed to go out with him. He borrowed his friend's apartment, and after 
we went to an early movie, we went over there. Jerry had brought a bottle of 
wine for the place, and we were pretty high after a while. 

He stood up and started to walk toward the bedroom. He told me to give him a 
minute to get ready, which I thought was odd. It took about five minutes 
before he called me into the bedroom, and was I ever shocked to see him. 

He was standing there naked, except for a leather jock strap. I could see 
his cock bulging inside of it, and it looked huge. 

Before I even had a chance to say anything, he pushed me back on the bed. He 
started to pull off my clothing, and you can bet that I didn't try to fight 
him. After he had my blouse and bra off, he pulled my hands up over my head. 
I didn't feel the leather straps around them until they were bound tightly.
 By that time, it was too late to do anything to get free. He slid down my 
legs, pulling my skirt down at the same time. 

As he moved his mouth to my pussy and started to lick, I couldn't get over 
the way I was coming. My pussy had never felt like that before with anyone, 
and I could feel myself spasming over and over again. 

My juices were flowing steadily, too, and he kept sucking at them. He must 
have swallowed at least ten mouthfuls of cunt cream. 

After he had made me come from his eating me, he slid up my body. He started 
to nibble on my tits and kiss my neck. However, the best part about it was 
the leather jock strap. I could feel him humping his groin against my pussy 
lips, and the smooth leather that he had on was making me hotter than hell. 
I started to thrust my pussy up against his jock, just to keep the rubbing 
action going. 

After a while, I could feel a piece of his cock. You see, he had swelled up 
so much, that his cock head was sticking out of the jock. I felt that 
rubbing against my flesh, but the leather was the greatest feeling. 

Jerry waited the longest time before entering me, and, as he told me later, 
he did it all to build up my anticipations. He said that he knew the longer 
he waited, the more I would love it when it finally happened, and boy, was 
he ever right. He did eventually thrust that fabulous dick right up my cunt. 

My pussy started to spasm so hard as I came, that I didn't think he would be 
able to hold back from coming for very long. Was I ever wrong, thank God. He 
just rested deep in my pussy and let my spasms bring his cock pleasure, and 
it wasn't until my spasms had subsided that he started to thrust again. 

He knew just what he was doing, from the second he tied me up, to the moment 
he entered me. He was still wearing the jock strap, although it was pulled 
down below his cock and balls so he could use them. 

So each time he thrust in, and kept himself in deep, I could feel the 
leather jock strap rubbing up against my thigh. I loved it, and I know that 
had a lot to do with making me come as hard as I did. 

When Jerry was about to come, he moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard. 
I started to suck on his tongue hard as he flicked it in and out of my 
mouth, and then, I felt his come shooting deep up my cunt. 

It was so warm and soothing, that I started to come again, too. I kept 
moving my hips for the both of us, because he seemed to want to just relax 
inside of me as he came, and I wanted the friction from the movement to keep 
working on me. 

I wished, at that moment, that I could have wrapped my arms around his back 
and hugged him tightly, but of course, since I was tied, I just couldn't. 

Even after he had come, and he started to tell me just how he had figured 
out what would turn me on, he was rubbing his limp cock against my mouth. I 
loved the way it tasted, and sucked it eagerly. 

I knew that he wasn't going to untie me for a long while, and I decided that 
I was just going to go along with everything. 

Well, I've been seeing Jerry now for over a year, and he never fails to 
amaze me. He ties me up all the time, with something made of leather, and it 
never fails to make me hot as a firecracker. He always makes sure to wear 
something made of leather, too, because he knows that's what turns me on. 

The other night we went to see a movie, and he was wearing his leather 
boots. I was wearing a skirt, and as we watched the movie, I felt him 
rubbing his foot against my leg. When I felt that leather boot, I started to 
come in my panties. He knew it, too because I tried to cover my mouth to 
keep from moaning. 

Sometimes I ask myself why I love leather so much, but usually, when I do, 
it's because I'm feeling bad about it. So I don't do that too often. Jerry 
just tells me, all the time, that if it turns me on, I shouldn't ask any 
questions about it, but rather, just play along with the feelings. 

So I do. And once I start playing, I usually can go for hours. 

 CONCLUSION 

Helen's last statement seems to sum up the entire leather/bondage fetish for 
her. It is just a game for her, and she loves to play it. 

Originally, her bout with leather and bondage started as a game when her 
sister wanted to tie her up to really just keep her out of her hair while 
she babysat. But there was something about the smooth texture of leather 
that turned Helen on even then. 

It took her a while to discover just what was 'wrong' with her, as she puts 
it, and in the end, I think she learned that there is nothing wrong. The 
reason her orgasms were more intense when she would masturbate was because 
deep down, she wanted to be tied up like she had been when she was younger. 

Jerry was smart enough to realize what was going on inside of her mind after 
she told him about the game she would play, and he loved her enough to want 
to risk trying what he did. For he was taking a risk. Had he been wrong, 
Helen probably never would have wanted to see him again. Fortunately for 
Jerry, and for Helen, his risk paid off, and now they are happy. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: Diana R. AGE: Twenty 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Diana is a cute girl with straight brown hair and a clean, lovely 
complexion. When she came to see me she was wearing a motorcycle outfit, and 
that gave me a great deal of immediate insight into her character. 

She wore a denim blouse, but over it was a black leather vest. She also wore 
a pair of tight black leather pants and black boots. 

I could see every curve of her body, and although she didn't have such large 
breasts, they seemed a good size for a girl with her frame. Plus, her 
rounded, curved buttocks were definitely a sight to behold. 

I know how I got into leather, and it's one of the easiest things for me to 
explain. I mean, all the memories are so vivid in my mind, and the only 
thing that I never really understood is how I got into being tied up. That, 
I'm sure, just happened. It was a variation on a theme, so to speak. 

My first memory of ever being close to someone with leather and being turned 
on was when my brother turned eighteen and my parents bought him a 
motorcycle for his birthday. I know that they hated giving it to him, but it 
was what he really wanted. 

My mother almost had a heart attack when my brother got into his biker 
outfit, which included this same leather vest I'm wearing, and a pair of 
pants. She got even more freaked out when he asked me, only eleven at the 
time, too, if I wanted to be the first one to go on a ride with him. 

I couldn't have been happier. He had an extra helmet, which my mother made 
sure I strapped on tightly. She even stood by us as he revved up the engine, 
to make sure that I was holding onto him tight enough. She kept telling me 
that she had visions of me falling off behind him and hurting myself. 

God, her visions were all off, because it was the most important day of my 
life. And I didn't fall off. In fact, I held on tight. 

I wasn't really aware of why I was holding on so tightly at the beginning. 
All I remember is keeping my arms wrapped around his waist, and his starting 
to move. I felt myself bouncing up and down behind him, and pulled myself 
closer so that I was pressed against his back. 

I smelled the leather of his vest then, and the odor was incredible. My nose 
was kind of buried in his vest, and I just kept inhaling. The reason was, I 
could feel my pussy starting to tingle a great deal. 

Now up until that time, I had never even played with myself. I had felt 
strange, but pleasant sensations in my pussy, but I had never done anything 
about them. When I felt the tingling in my cunt, I kept pressing myself 
closer and closer to my brother. My crotch was buried against his ass at the 
time. 

Perhaps the movement of the bike had something to do with my tingling, too. 
I could feel the bike vibrating underneath me, and my pussy was feeling 
fine. 

Plus, there was another thing which I was thinking about at the time. I had 
always had a crush on my brother, and I had seen him naked a number of 
times. Once, a few weeks before his birthday, I had seen him jerking off. 

I hadn't stayed and watched too long, but I had gotten a good look at that 
dick of his. 

I knew just what he looked like, and when I thought about it, I tingled. 

But that time on the bike was too incredible to be believed. He started to 
go faster and faster, and I could see how he was almost jumping up and down 
on the bike, too. He was truly excited with what was happening. 

As he moved up and down, my hand brushed over his crotch, and that was when 
I felt how hard he was. It surprised me, but also, it reassured me. I had 
thought that maybe there was something fucked up inside of me that was 
making me get hot over a ride on a bike and a sniff of some leather, but 
when I felt his hard-on, a sure sign indicating how hot he was getting, I 
knew that there was nothing wrong with the way I felt. 

I didn't rub his cock, although I wanted to. I just kept thrusting my cunt 
up against his ass, and I started to come in my panties. Luckily, they were 
made of a thick cotton and they absorbed all the come. Otherwise, I know 
that I probably would have leaked right through my pants and he would have 
known what was happening. 

We went for the longest ride, and as soon as we got back, I saw my mother 
crying tears of joy. She had really thought she'd never see us again. 

Well, I had no time to let her cry on my shoulder. I told her that I had to 
go to the bathroom and started to run upstairs. As soon as I was in there, I 
locked the door and pulled my pants and panties down. I could see the huge 
wet stain on my panties, but didn't hesitate for too long. 

I started to play with my pussy. I slid my fingers in and out of my cunt, 
thinking about the scent of the leather the entire time. I could feel my 
clit getting stiffer and stiffer by the second, and soon, I was coming all 
over my fingers. 

But that wasn't enough, doctor. I just had to keep playing with myself. I 
must have worked myself over good, because I stepped out of the bathroom an 
hour later, and three orgasms had passed me by. 

My mother was sure that there was something wrong with me, but I told her 
that I just had a bad case of the runs, and was afraid to leave the toilet. 

Well, that night, something else happened. I was passing my brother's room 
to get a drink of water when I heard him moaning softly. I pushed his door 
open slowly, and there he was, lying on his bed with nothing on but his 
leather vest. His huge dick was in his hand and he was pumping away at it. 

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. He heard me enter and 
looked up, a little shocked. But the shock left his face when he saw that it 
was me, and not my mother, who he had thought it was. 

"Did the leather turn you on as much as it turned me on?" he asked me. 

"Yes," I told him. "I couldn't believe how sensational it felt. I ran to the 
bathroom and masturbated, too." 

"I wondered why you were in there so long," he said. "If you had come out 
any earlier, I would have gone in and followed your act. As it was, I had to 
stay with mom and keep telling her that the bike was okay and there would be 
no accidents." 

I looked at the way his balls were kind of bouncing up and down as he 
continued to jerk his dick, and I reached over to touch them. 

My brother moaned and pulled his hand away in time to let me jerk his cock. 
I loved the power that I felt in his shaft, and each time the blood started 
to pulse, I thought that he was going to come right then and there. 

It took a little while longer, but soon, the come was bubbling out of his 
cock head. It ran down his shaft, and all over my hands, reminding me in 
some ways of lava and the way it runs down the mountain after bursting from 
a volcano. 

My brother seemed to be so helpless as he was coming in my hand, and I know 
that I didn't like that. You see, for me, his cock was a sign of an 
incredible male power, and I wanted him to sustain that power always. 

But as he was coming, he was like putty in my hands. I probably could have 
stuck a knife in his belly and he never would have known until after the 
orgasm was over. He had his eyes closed and just moaned softly. 

Maybe that's why I got into being tied up, doctor. I never really thought 
about it before, but then again, I never really thought about my feelings 
with my brother until just now. I mean, I thought about it then, but never 
put two and two together. 

I like my man to be a man. Real macho, if you know what I mean! I think that 
any girl who is into the leather scene at all, the way I am, is into it 
because of the kind of power and masculinity that leather seems to represent 
in our society. 

Well, my brother just came like a baby, and most of the guys that I was with 
as I grew older were the same way. They were real macho men while they were 
fucking me, but when it came to the moment of truth when the come spurted 
out, they were babies. 

Dirk is not like that at all, which is why he turns me on so much. He was 
the one who first decided to tie me up, when I was nineteen, and I've been 
letting him do it ever since.... 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Diana came to see me, she was wearing the same kind of 
leather outfit that she had been wearing the day before. She walked right to 
my window and sat near the ledge, looking out every so often during her 
visit. 

Of course, this aroused my curiosity, and after she left, I went to see what 
she was looking at. Her motorcycle was parked downstairs, and although I 
know very little about those machines, I was very impressed with the 
fine-looking bike that she had. 

I could see a sense of pride in her as she hopped on it and sped away. Of 
course, most of my feelings also stemmed from her interesting session which 
preceded my watching her zooming departure. 

I got my own bike when I was eighteen, and my mother hardly saw me after 
that. I loved zooming down the strip with my friends, who. were all guys. 
Now you might think that was strange for a girl to have all male friends, 
but personally, girls bored me. 

As I was growing up, too, all the men that I was involved with were bikers. 
When I was fifteen, I lost my virginity to this guy. He was a rather scuzzy 
looking guy as far as I was concerned, and he always had bristly stubbles 
all over his face. They hurt when he would kiss me as he was fucking me. 

But at the time, I didn't mind. For all that I cared about was the feeling 
of his leather vest pressing against my tits while he was fucking me. The 
leather would make my nipples stand up on end, and I would always get hot. 

But Dirk was really my first, and thus far, only true love. 

I met him when I was eighteen, on the strip, a few days after getting my own 
bike. He zoomed up beside me and asked me if I wanted to have a rag race 
with him. He looked so stunning on his bike. He had light blond hair which 
blew in the wind, and he was a golden brown color from the sun. 

He wore only a vest and pants, and I could see his hairy chest. I agreed to 
the race, and he beat the pants off of me. 

We went to eat and started talking, and then, he came on strong. We went 
back to his pad and snorted a little cocaine. He undressed, save for the 
vest, then started to rub his cock against my pussy lips. I loved the fact 
that he had blond hair around his dick, and it contrasted so well with my 
black pussy hair. 

When he entered me, it was really sensational. His cock was so thick that he 
stretched my pussy really wide, and made fantastic contact with my clit. I 
started to moan the second he was inside of me, and he kept up his thrusting 
for the longest time before he started to come inside of me. 

When he did, I noticed that same look on his face that I had seen on all my 
men. It was as if they were controlled by their cocks, and nothing else. It 
was as if they were weak because of it, too. 

But Dirk was a little better than most of them. He looked like he was really 
getting off on my getting off, and that was far fucking out with me. 

We started seeing each other all the time, and we would drive all around 
California. My mother hated the life I got myself into, but fuck her. I was, 
and still am, having the greatest time of my life. 

I mean, Dirk and I saw things, and we fucked all over. One time I remember 
the most was by a freshwater pond. It was outrageous. 

Well, one day, we were riding along together. I was behind him, and I kept 
playing with his cock through his pants, and also, I was rubbing my pussy 
against his ass. 

"You know," I said to him, "I wish I could find the kind of man I'm looking 
for. I mean, a real fucking man. Know what I mean?" 

"No," he said to me. "What the hell are you talking about, bitch? Aren't I 
man enough for you, or what?" 

"You're man enough for me," I said. "But, like any guy I've ever been with, 
when you come close to coming, you're a fucking pansy. I bet I could do 
anything I wanted to do to you while you were coming, and you'd be such a 
slave to your cock, that you wouldn't even know it until you were finished 
coming." 

Suddenly, he veered off the road behind a large billboard. He stopped his 
bike and hopped off it. Then he told me that he accepted my challenge. 

Now I hadn't meant it as any kind of challenge, but when he pulled his cock 
out of his leather pants, I was more than willing to get down and suck it. I 
wasn't going to do anything really bad to him. I kept sucking him, and when 
I knew he was ready to come, and a slave to his cock like I had said, I 
pushed him backwards. 

He landed flat on his ass, and looked at me like he didn't know what had hit 
him. 

His cock was still hard, and he hadn't come. When he realized that I had 
been right, he was suddenly furious. He stood up and walked over to me. As 
he did, he was pulling his belt out of his pants. 

Suddenly, he pushed me face forward, over the smooth leather seat of his 
bike. He grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. Soon, he had them 
tied together tightly with the thick leather belt. 

Then he started to undress me as well as he could. He pulled my blouse open 
and pulled my pants and panties down. When I felt my tits rubbing over the 
leather seat, I was starting to come already. 

He positioned himself behind me and thrust his huge dick into my cunt. He 
forced me forward so that my pussy was now rubbing against the seat of his 
bike, and my tits were hanging over, down the side. 

I couldn't believe it. I was completely helpless, and I was loving it. 

I don't think the fact that I was helpless was turning me on as much as the 
fact that he had complete and total power. I knew that even when he was 
going to start to come, he would still have more power over me than he would 
have had I not been tied. 

True, the orgasm was going to still be the same for him, with that same kind 
of sexual weakness setting in when he was to reach the peak of his orgasm, 
but the fact that I was tied made me weaker then him at all times. 

God, I loved it. He was sweating so much, and it was such a hot day, that I 
could smell leather all over. The seat that my pussy was rubbing against was 
soon so slippery, from a combination of my pussy cream and my sweat. 

Each time Dirk thrust his dick deep into my cunt, I could feel his sweaty 
pubic patch rubbing against my ass. I loved it so much. 

When I felt his cock starting to pulsate in my cunt, and then heard him 
moaning, I was moving my lips in silent prayer, hoping that he wouldn't come 
right away. It was the most sensational fuck; the kind of thing that you 
would love to go on forever. However, Dirk was already past the point of no 
return, and as his cock started to shoot off cream into my pussy, I was 
coming like crazy, too. 

For me, that time, it was a total body orgasm. I had experience pure cunt 
orgasms before then, where you feel it mainly in your cunt, and sometimes 
all over your body, with the full knowledge that it's always stemming from 
your pussy no matter what. 

But with that fuck, I wasn't at all sure. It seemed to be coming from all 
over, and when he had finished shooting off in me, he rested on top of me 
for a while. 

As he untied me, I rolled over and moaned unhappily. 

"Now what the fuck is wrong, you bitch?" he asked, with a smile on his face. 

"Dirk, I wanted that fuck to go on forever. It was that kind of screw. Your 
cock felt so sensational inside of me, and now it's all over." 

"Bullshit, baby," he said. "As long as I have you, you have me, and we have 
our bikes, it's going to go on and on." 

And he was right. Because we've been fucking all over the place now. We 
sometimes just take one bike, which is always better because we can touch 
and stroke each other, but even when we take two, the combination of the 
leather smell and the heat of the sun makes us both horny enough to pull 
over behind a billboard and do it. He always ties me, too, and I feel better 
for it. 

So if you ever see the wheels of some motorcycle behind a billboard, doc, 
pull over and have a look. You might find me there, with Dirk. 

 CONCLUSION 

I felt that there was really nothing that I had to say to Diana. She struck 
me as being a fantastic girl who really has her stuff together. She knows 
just where her fetish stemmed from, and seems to know just how to deal with 
it. She was bright enough to understand what she was looking for in a man, 
and how she could make the man more dominant over her at all times, 
including those moments of orgasm when some men weaken. 

The only thing I had to warn her about was having sex in public. I just gave 
her some friendly advice and told her to watch out for the police, because 
she and Dirk could easily get arrested for what they're doing. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: Linda H. AGE: Nineteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Linda is a cute girl with straight brown hair and freckles. She has that 
distinct mid-Western look in her face, and when she spoke with her slight 
accent, I knew that I was correct in making my pre-judgments about where she 
was raised. 

However, she was not dressed like the farm girl she had once been. Instead, 
she was wearing a simple yellow dress. Her breasts are rather small, but 
Linda is not such a big girl to begin with, and therefore, I felt that her 
figure was perfect. 

She was not at all hesitant about talking. 

I was raised on a farm, and I always hated it there. I went to school, and 
everything, but the school was so far away from the farm, that after I was 
finished with a day's work at school, I would have to go home. We were also 
far from the town, so I didn't really have too many friends those first few 
years. 

I was closest with my older brother. So close, in fact, that Dan was the 
first man to ever take me. Well, that expression, 'take me,' sounds like 
maybe he forced himself on me, but that wasn't how it was, believe me. 

I wanted it as much as he wanted to give it to me. 

It happened when I was fifteen, and of course, there were many circumstances 
leading up to it. First of all, we were in New York, visiting some 
relatives. I was glad to get away from the farm because I hated it. 

Besides, I didn't really like my parents too much. I hated the way my mother 
always dominated my father. I thought that he should have slugged her or 
something. 

Anyway, my brother got tickets to take me to see the circus. I was so 
thrilled about the whole thing, even though I was past that age where a 
circus should thrill a girl. I didn't care, though. I felt like I was five 
years old, screaming at all the acts as they went on, and buying popcorn and 
cotton candy. 

But then, the thing that impressed me the most was the lion tamer. When he 
came out, I was in total awe of him. I saw those huge lions in their cage, 
and. the man had enough balls to step right in and start working them over. 

Of course, he had that huge leather whip in his hand, and I couldn't take my 
eyes off it. I noticed how the lions really feared that whip, and how much 
power the tamer had because he was holding it in his hand. 

I think I even felt my first pussy spasm then. That's how much it impressed 
me. 

When we got home, late that night, my relatives were sleeping. Dan and I 
started to talk about the circus, and I told him I loved the lion tamer the 
most. I told him what I thought about the power the man had with the whip. 

I told him that I thought that the tamer was a real man, then started 
getting down on my father, who I thought was only half a man. My brother was 
shocked to hear me talk that way, but I explained how I thought mother was 
much stronger than he was, and how that wasn't the way it was supposed to 
be. 

"Hey, look," he said, "the only reason you're saying all this now is because 
of the lion tamer. Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. All the 
lions are drugged before the man goes in there. They're too stoned to do 
anything to him anyway." 

I was pissed at my brother for telling me that. I didn't know if it was true 
or not, and didn't really care. All that I cared about was the fact that 
that bastard had shattered all my illusions. 

We were lying on my bed when I jokingly started to hit him, telling him how 
mad I was. We were soon rolling around on the bed. 

That's when I felt the bulge that was growing in his pants. It wasn't hard 
to notice because his pants were tight. The more we wrestled, the harder it 
got, until finally, I moved my hand down between his legs and started to 
massage his cock through his pants. 

He moaned, and in a matter of minutes, we were both naked. 

I had seen him naked hundreds of times, but never hard. I had never thought 
of doing anything with him, but the moment I saw that dick of his, I had to 
have it. I moved my mouth down on it and started to suck him for all he was 
worth. He started thrusting his hips up and down, feeding me his cock. 

At the same time, he pulled my pussy over his face, and soon, he was licking 
me pretty well, too. I could feel my whole body bursting with pleasure as he 
flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit. 

When I started to come hard, my cream dripped down on his face. Then, I felt 
his cock start to spasm in my mouth, and I sucked harder. I could taste his 
cream shooting onto my tongue, and I loved the way it tasted. I savored the 
flavor of it on my tongue for a long time before swallowing it. 

He told me how much he wanted to fuck me then, but since he had come, he 
lost his hard-on. I was willing to let him stick his cock up my cunt, and we 
lay there stroking each other for a while, waiting for him to get hard. 

At one point, he reached over and pulled his belt out of his pants. He 
started to whip me on the back with it, telling me that he was the lion 
tamer and I was his lion. He told me that he wanted me to suck his cock back 
into a hard-on. 

At first, I guess, I was repelled by the belt. I mean, I didn't think that I 
wanted him to start whipping me. However, the more he did it, the more 
turned on I got. I could feel my pussy spasming hard with each lash. 

I moved my mouth to his cock and started to suck it hard. I loved being his 
lion, as long as he continued to play the part of the master and sustain it. 
When he started to get hard, he commanded me to lie back and spread my legs. 

I'll never forget the first fuck of my life, but then again, I guess every 
girl remembers the first fuck of her life. You can only have one first, you 
know. 

I was lying there thinking of the lion tamer. The tamer we had seen had 
sleek black hair and a thick moustache. I kept thinking that I was being 
trained by him, and he was cracking that whip against me. 

As I thought of it, my brother plunged his dick deep into my cunt. I could 
feel myself stretching to take him in, and I started to moan hard when my 
pussy spasmed around his cock and held it tightly. 

Dan seemed to be loving it all, and he started to fuck me at different 
rates. There were moments when he was going in and out of me so fast, that I 
thought he was going to come really fast, but he didn't. 

For when his cock would pulsate too hard, he would slow down. He would start 
to fuck me with a lot more precision, and when he finally came, I had 
already come twice. 

I loved that first and only fuck with my brother. The reason we never did it 
again was because we went back home the next day. We had chances to do it at 
home, but I never wanted to because I thought it was too risky. 

But you can believe that for the next few years, I would dream of that lion 
tamer. 

I somehow associated New York with all good things. After all, it was where 
I had seen the circus and where I had been fucked for the first time, even 
if it was with my brother who could have taken me anywhere else. 

I was determined to go back to New York, and when I graduated high school, I 
decided that I was going to check out the city and see if I could get a job 
there. 

I went back to stay with my relatives, who were pleased to see me, and then 
I started searching around for a job. You can believe that looking for a job 
when you only have a high school diploma is a bitch. It took me about four 
weeks to realize that I was going to have to lie to get one. 

So I had my cousin help make me a new resume, with a ton of bullshit in it. 

The first place that I went to was where I met my present boss, Robert. He 
fell for everything that was in my resume. 

I'll never forget that as he was reading it over, I was squirming around in 
the large leather chair in his office. I suddenly thought of the lion 
tamer's leather whip, and the seat began to turn me on. I didn't let Robert 
know that, of course, because I didn't want anything to interfere with my 
getting the job. 

Little did I know that I would not only get the job, but that I would also 
get Robert on that same chair, while he had me strapped down.... 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Linda came to see me, she was wearing a simple white blouse 
that was quite attractive. I was a little put off by the rest of her outfit, 
however, which consisted of a black leather skirt (with a matching leather 
vest) and knee-high black leather boots, which she seemed to stroke gently 
as she spoke to me. 

Linda still looked quite appealing, and sexually stimulating, but I tended 
to think that she was being a little too forward in dressing the way she 
was. 

Still, she was eager to talk, and that was all that counted. 

Robert hired me on the spot, and sometimes I wonder if he noticed how much I 
was getting into the feeling of his leather chair on that first day. I 
thought that I wasn't making it obvious, but you know what happens when you 
get sexually aroused, doctor. 

You tend to lose track of what you're doing. 

Anyway, I started to work for him, and for the first few weeks, we had a 
strict boss-secretary relationship. Then, one evening, he asked me to work 
late because he had to get some reports done. 

He said that he would take me out to dinner first, and then we'd go back to 
the office. We ate a fantastic dinner, but unfortunately, Richard ordered a 
bottle of wine. I've always had a low resistance to alcohol, most likely 
because I never drank too much in my life, and just three glasses had me 
very high. 

When we got back to the office, I was tipsy, and Richard started to dictate 
to me as I snuggled up in his high-backed black leather chair. 

I was the one who started rambling on, for when I dropped the pencil on the 
floor and stopped taking dictation, I was getting more and more cozy. 

"I've always loved the feel of leather," I said, and I was even going so far 
as to lick the back of the chair. "It's so smooth. It really turns me on." 

Richard stopped dictating and looked at me seductively. 

"What else turns you on, Linda?" he asked, with an appealing smile. 

I never would have told him about the lion tamer had I not been as high as I 
was, but seeing as how I was, I started telling him everything. I spoke 
about the whip and the power that the man had because of it. 

Suddenly, I noticed that Richard was reaching for something in his desk. The 
next second, he pulled out a huge whip. 

He started to lash it out at me, and I felt it hitting my hand. It hurt much 
more than I ever thought it was, but there was some pleasure along with the 
stinging pain. I loved the pleasure part of it. 

He stood up and walked closer, continuing to whip me. I noticed that he was 
stroking his cock with his hand, and I reached for it and pulled it out of 
his pants. He started to move even closer, and then began to force himself 
into my mouth. 

I didn't know if I wanted to go all the way with him. After all, he was my 
boss and I knew that I would have to see him every day. When I closed my 
mouth and pushed him away, he seemed to get furious. 

"Didn't you ever learn not to start something that you can't finish?" he 
asked me, and he walked back to his desk fast. 

He moved even faster after that, so that I didn't really know what he was 
doing until it was too late. 

He took a huge piece of rope and started to wrap it around me, tying me to 
the chair. He must have wrapped it around me four times before he tied it in 
the back, and my arms were kind of pinned by my side. 

Then he moved his cock back to my mouth. He started to shove it in and out 
of my mouth as hard as he wanted to, and all I could do was strain to keep 
my mouth open. I was beginning to sweat a little, and that was making the 
chair smell stronger. 

Robert came in my mouth very soon, and I could feel his come shooting down 
my throat. As he was coming, he was moving his fingers to my blouse. He 
opened it as much as he could, and I could feel the rope cutting into my 
tits. 

He pulled my blouse up in the back and when I felt the wet leather rubbing 
against me, I started to come. It was that simple. By the time he had pulled 
off my skirt and panties, my pussy was dripping like crazy. 

He moaned out loud as he sunk to his knees between my legs and started to 
lick my pussy. He spread my pussy lips wide and flicked my clit back and 
forth with his tongue as fast as he possibly could. 

Then he sucked hard, and got all my cream into his mouth. 

By the time he had made me come twice, his cock was fully hard again. He 
just positioned himself between my legs and thrust it right into me. I 
couldn't believe the sensations that ran through me then. His cock was 
plunging in and out of my cunt, and my whole back was rubbing against the 
leather. 

That was what really turned me on more than anything else, I know. I could 
feel my sweaty ass sliding all over the leather seat, and the smell of it 
just kept getting stronger and stronger as the fucking went on. 

I loved the way his cock felt, too. He really knew how to use it on me, and 
he seemed to sense from the start that the leather was doing a number on me. 

As he was about to come, he turned my head to the right and forced my nose 
right up against the seat. All I was breathing then was the smell of 
leather, and it was such a turn on that my pussy started to spasm so hard 
around him. In that way, we were coming at the same time, and it was 
incredible. 

I felt him sweating all over me, and when he was still coming inside of me, 
he turned my head again and kissed me hard on the lips. 

I sucked on his tongue with all my might, and soon, the passions had 
subsided. 

"You're really a leather freak," he said to me, and I started to laugh. 

I guess I hadn't realized how much of a leather freak I really was until 
that time with him, but after, we had a lot of other good times. 

You can believe that we didn't get any work done that night. After Robert 
had poured some more drinks (because we decided that the night was shot to 
hell, as far as any work went, and that the best thing to do was go along 
with our feelings), his cock was hard again and ready for action. 

The second time he fucked me, I was leaning forward over the leather chair, 
and he entered my pussy from behind. I could feel his cock working me over 
well, and each time I wanted a rush, I just pressed my nose against the back 
of the seat and inhaled deeply. Each time, my pussy spasmed hard. 

That second fuck went on for a long time, and when he came, I was going 
crazy. I kept wiggling my ass, hoping to milk his cock of all the come he 
had to give, and he kept squeezing my tits nice and hard, too. 

Well, I've been working for him now for over a year, and during that time, 
we've had a chance to explore my fetish even more. Robert is the one who 
bought me these boots, and the skirt and vest. 

He says that I even look hotter when I'm dressed up in leather, and it's 
probably because I feel so sexually hot. I actually feel a constant tingling 
in my pussy when I'm dressed in the leather, and he knows it. 


CONCLUSION 

Linda is in a very strange situation right now, as far as I am concerned. 
It's true that the girl might love the feeling and scent of leather, and I 
don't think that there is anything wrong with it. 

She obviously saw the lion tamer with the leather and saw it as a sign of 
masculinity. 

However, now that her boss knows about it, he seems to be taking advantage 
of her. She said that he tries all sorts of things with her, and even though 
she might not like them at first, once she smells the leather, she's fine. 

I don't think that's a particularly good situation to be in. It seems to 
mean that he can keep getting kinkier and kinkier. If he would just stick to 
sex, that might be fine, but it seems as if his whippings are getting harder 
and harder, too. 

I can foresee some danger in this, and I told Linda that she must beware. I 
don't really think that she was listening to me anyway, because she seemed 
to be too busy rubbing her fingers over her boots and smelling them. 


GENERAL CONCLUSION 

This book has barely touched the surface of the world of beatings, 
humiliation and the attraction of leather. Obviously some people gain a 
great deal from these activities, but there are many others being destroyed 
by the acts, also. 

Mara D., her step-parents introduced her to a world she never dreamed of, 
and twisted her mind around to self-hate. 

Shelly W., all she wanted to do was please her coach, and he found a manner 
of doing that that shocked and frightened her completely. 

Lisa R., her lover mentioned a game and she feel so completely in love with 
it, that her obsessive desires drove him away. 

Susan L., frightened and alone, she submitted to her boss's demands and 
brought herself to the edge of a mental breakdown. 

There is an obvious need to explore this subject further, for we can not 
possibly know everything about these acts. How much more there is to 
discover remains to be seen. 


THE END
