Submissive Women-Begging For A Master
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Throughout history, it has been assumed that women play the submissive role 
in the culture. Suddenly, in 1980, sexual roles are no longer defined and 
women must yearn silently to submit to the demands of an aggressive man who 
will beat them into subservience. 

In this book, you will meet several women who desire masterly men. They 
include- 

Kitty, who is tortured by a history of rape and then tortured when more rape 
becomes a part of her sexual present. 

Marie, who answers an ad in the newspaper and becomes the slave to a woman. 

And Anne, whose sexual history begins with her seduction by an older man-and 
an older woman. 

These women have stories to tell, stories that may inform the reader about 
the new roles that women can play-indeed, desire to play-in modern society. 


CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: ANNE M. AGE: Nineteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Anne came to see me after she had been brutally beaten by a neighborhood 
street gang. The story had created much press. It seemed that this was not 
just an ordinary mugging, but rather part of a regular sex scene, growing 
more and more popular, even in middle class, conservative communities. There 
is still little known today about the deep and urgent sexual desires of 
submissive woman. As part of a team of sexologists, who have over the years 
investigated the sexual practices of our culture, I was asked to develop a 
study on the subject. In order to do so I had to free my own mind of any 
judgments that I might have on the subject. I had always thought of any 
person who enjoyed pain to be classified as a masochist. And a masochist I 
considered sick. It was just as simple as that. I can not say that I have 
ever enjoyed suffering in any way, shape or form. But now, after listening 
with an open mind to the following women who have craved subordination, I 
must say that I have come to new conclusions. So, I ask the reader to bear 
with me on this subject and again, leave your mind open to the possibilities 
of a new and yet unexplored area of sexual eroticism. 

Anne is one of the younger women interviewed. Usually women who are at least 
in their late twenties are the ones who are most in touch with their sexual 
desires. So, I was surprised to find a child of nineteen in my office. I can 
not say that she seemed at all pleased to be waiting for our interview. 

In the morning, when I came into work, I found her sitting in my waiting 
room, dressed in a rather prim flower print dress, she was rather fidgity. I 
almost thought that this was the wrong girl. At first glance she looked too 
clean cut and innocent to be into such kinky sex. But as she stood up and 
began to follow me back into my small office at the end of the hall, I 
sensed a quality of lust that I have known in only few woman. How that 
quality actually manifested in her physical form is difficult to explain. 
Yes, Anne is very pretty, with long flowing black hair and pale green eyes 
that hold a steady glare. Perhaps it is the way she holds out her firm ripe 
breasts, almost asking to be touched. Perhaps it is the tight boyish ass 
that curves gracefully in a slope. But it is more than her youth or 
prettiness or the lovely soft quality of her flesh. I would say it was a 
vibration, a quietness that in some way screams out for sex. 

Anne had been raped at least seven times in the last three months. Usually 
it is assumed that the woman in these situations is an innocent. Especially 
when she is so very young. But because of the number of charges, it became 
obvious that this was a repeated pattern and that there must be something 
that Anne was doing to create the situations. Here is her story as she told 
it to me in her own words. 

I really didn't want to come here at first. I don't feel that there's 
anything that I have done that is morally wrong. And, in fact I feel quite 
angry at the officials in the community for trying to prevent me from 
enjoying my particular brand of sexuality. 

When I started to think about the whole thing some more, I realized that 
there was probably very little understanding on the part of doctors and the 
community when it came to understanding the real sexual natures of women. 
Now, first of all, I want to make it very clear that what I am about to tell 
you does not apply to all women. In fact, what I think has to be understood 
is that there is no such thing as normal sexuality. What I'm trying to 
explain here, and I hope it's clear is that every person is different when 
it comes to sex. Now, you may ask me how I know this since ' I'm only 
nineteen years old, and certainly I haven't had the time to interview 
everyone in the world. But I can tell you that even among my girlfriends, 
and we're pretty open about what we do, I've found that all of us like a 
different thing. 

I guess the big trick in life is to find other people who have the same 
fantasies as you. But the problem that I've found lately, is that there are 
very few people who are really totally honest about their sexual habits and 
thoughts. That's why I decided to come to see you after all. I would really 
like to try and do my part to clear up some things by being real honest 
about how I feel. Perhaps if I can communicate these thoughts to you, you 
will be in a position to help many women you meet after me. 

I guess I was always hot, always wanting to get it off sexually. But then 
doesn't everyone. 

Maybe there are still people around who pretend that their twats don't get 
hot and wet and that they are above it all. But the way I figure it, that's 
just society's way of trying to control us. They make everything structured 
and controlled. They make you feel that fucking around a lot is a real no 
no. Hell, I was born knowing sex was wrong from the day I was born. 

Even before I had a big many cock thrust deep inside of me, I knew that was 
all I really wanted in the world. My first sexual memories are with my Uncle 
Nat. He was a real strong masculine guy who worked in construction. He had 
this wonderful head of blond curls and a thick bushy moustache that I used 
to love to kiss. Even though I was only four at the time and Nat was at 
least thirty or more, there was a real attraction I had for him. I guess you 
could call it a crush. My whole body felt real hot and tingly when I was 
around Nat and I would beg my Mom to let him baby-sit for me when she was 
out. 

One night Nat brought his girlfriend over for the night. Mom and Dad went 
out for the evening and Nat and Gloria were in the living room watching 
television. Well, at least I thought from the sound of the tube that was on 
pretty loud, that they were just watching television. In fact the set was on 
so loud that I got up from my bed to go into the living room to ask them to 
shut it down a little. When I walked into the room I had the shock of my 
life. But even though I let out a little scream, they couldn't hear me 
because the set was on so damn loud. 

There was Gloria with her long lean gams stretched wide apart, totally bare 
from the waist down. Her large full breasts swelled under her tight shirt. 
But it wasn't her boobs that Nat was into. His head was lowered to her 
ankles. At first I could not make out what the hell he was doing. But soon I 
realized that Nat was fastening her ankles to the legs of the couch. Then he 
pulled down her wrists, so that Gloria seemed to be on all fours. Nat pulled 
over a heavy wood table and began fastening her wrists with that. If 
Gloria's full ass was not totally bare, surely I would have thought they 
were playing some silly game. But something deep inside of me knew that 
there was something intensely sexual that was going on. 

As Nat gagged her with a large white cloth, I knew that she was in for some 
terrible pain. I couldn't imagine what. I remember only how my mind began to 
fill with lusty thoughts and desire. I guess I wanted to be in Gloria's 
position. From the look on her face I knew that she was excited about what 
was in store for her. Her ass was tilted high and from where I stood I could 
see her crack opening up between her cheeks. She moaned. It was a moan of 
delight as Nat rubbed a white creamy substance into her ass hole. My panties 
felt wet and as I hid behind the sheer curtain, getting a perfect view of 
all that was going on, I can only tell you that I was filled with erotic 
excitement. I lowered my little hand to my hairless cunt and began to rub 
hard as the juices were dripping. 

Nat opened the fly to his pants and pulled out a long, hard throbbing cock. 
It was the first cock I had ever seen and I was deeply shocked to see this 
magnificent spear that shot out between his muscular legs. His pants dropped 
to the floor. He stepped out of them and threw them across the floor, 
missing me by only a few inches. For a second my heart dropped. I thought 
for sure that I would be detected, hiding behind the thin curtain. But there 
was no way now that I could get back to my room now. Surely he would see me. 
I just couldn't take the chance. And besides. I really wanted to see what he 
was going to do with that thick spear. 

As I said before, Nat was in the process of " lubricating Gloria's asshole. 
But there was no doubt in my mind now that Gloria wanted it and that she 
really needed no preparation. I guess it was the way she held her firm 
rounded ass out that really made me know that she wanted his thick cock to 
ram deep inside of her. And as I thought of this I realized that I wanted 
Nat too. I wanted his cock that I now saw pulsating before my eyes. I wanted 
to reach out and take it between my hands, to rub it and fondle it. 
Instinctively something told me I wanted his cock wet and firm and slick 
deep inside my mouth and that I could suck on it forever. I can not tell you 
the control I had to use, as I continued to rub on my cunt. The juices were 
flowing right down my soft thighs and I had never known the depths of such 
passion before in all my life. 

Nat moved closer to Gloria, his thick cock, hard and firm stuck out and the 
tip of his lovely spear touched the hole of her ass ever so slightly. 
Suddenly it penetrated a little deeper and the mushroom tip was hidden from 
my vision. My twat was aching for him, more than my ass, for it was there 
that I was feeling deep and penetrating muscle spasms. So, I wondered in my 
mind why it was that Nat was penetrating the hole of the ass instead of the 
hole of the twat. Gloria began to scream. She definitely was in pain. I felt 
terrible for her. I really did. I was also scared. I knew that what was 
happening to her in that moment was just awful. From the tone of her voice I 
just knew that she was in extreme pain. Her eyes bulged with horror. But her 
mouth was stuffed with the white cloth so that all her cries of agony were 
muffled. 

"Oh, God! It's so tight and good." Nat cried out in ecstasy. He moved in her 
just a bit deeper. She was still in agony. She was uttering words, but it 
was just impossible to make out what it was that she was saying. Then in 
about a minute or two her anguished face turned to one filled with delight. 
It was then that my Uncle began to move slowly in and out. and it was then 
that he untied her gag and I heard her tell him that it felt wonderful. 

He continued working his large rod deep into her ass and she cooed with 
pleasure. My curiosity to see everything up close began to fill me and I had 
to resist my temptations now to move closer and take a closer view. 

I will never forget the way the room filled with a pungent aroma. I will 
never forget the gushing sounds that came from the thick cock deep inside 
the wet cunt of the fastened girl. There are times, even to this day, when I 
fantasize about that very scene and always I can recall the sounds and smell 
so well, as though it all took place only yesterday. 

They kept on like that for quite some time, both lost in their own ecstasy. 
Then Nat reached out for an object beside him. From where I stood, it was a 
little hard to make out exactly what it was that he held in his hand. But as 
I saw him draw it closer to him, I realized it was a rubber dildo. 

The rubber dildo was shaped much like his own cock. I could not imagine at 
this point what was going on. But then suddenly I saw him insert it deep 
inside Gloria's twat. And all the time he kept his position with his own 
lovely piece deep inside Gloria's ass. 

She cooed louder now and it seemed certain that she really loved being 
filled on both ends. I began to rub myself even harder now. I was about to 
climax as the situation was all so exciting. But I decided to hold off on my 
climax. I didn't want it all to be over so soon. 

Gloria pulled her hands out of the ropes that bound her hands, as I guess 
they were only slightly tied. She grasped the rubber cock in her hands and 
as Nat thrust deeper and harder into her ass, she worked on her clitoris, 
then moved the piece deeper and deeper into her cunt. 

"Is it good Gloria," Nat asked, as he moaned with his own delight. But 
Gloria could not answer, so deep was her ecstasy. 

"Answer me Gloria," Nat demanded. "Is it good?" 

But Gloria could not answer. She only moaned with wild delight. Nat pulled 
out his thick hard cock. It was wet and shimmered in the dim light. Oh God, 
how I had to fight with myself now not to run over to him and begin to lick 
what I wanted more than anything in the whole wide world. 

How I wanted to take that thick hot cock deep into my mouth and really suck 
on it. He moved now to the front of Gloria and mounted his huge prick deep 
into her mouth. My incredible jealousy mounted. I wanted him. More than 
anything in the world I wanted him. His thrust was so deep inside her mouth 
that Gloria was practically chocking. At one point he had to pull out as he 
thought she was about to vomit. But she caught her breath and then suddenly, 
he was deep down inside her throat. She seemed to be taking it very well. 
Certainly her womanly mouth was larger and fuller than my own small child's 
mouth. But I had heard him say that he liked her ass tight. So I thought 
surely he would love my mouth. 

"Suck that cock, Gloria." 

She moaned with excitement. The sounds gushed and the whole scene was just 
terribly erotic. It was almost time for me to climax. But again I held back. 
I just felt that things would get more and more exciting and I wanted to 
come at the most exciting moment. 

"Keep sucking that big fat cock of mine," Nat demanded as his hands reached 
underneath her tight fitting top and pulled out two large swelling tits. His 
fingers twisted her nipples real hard. She moaned. 

"You like that, don't you." 

Again, Gloria could not answer. His cock had stuffed her mouth full and he 
was now violently thrusting back and forth real hard. Then suddenly he 
pulled out. Her face was so serene and peaceful. Her large eyes were filled 
with love for this man who completely dominated and overwhelmed her. He took 
her lang hair firmly in his hand and pulled it so that her long elegant neck 
stretched back toward her ass. 

"Do you want me to fill your ass again?" 

She would not answer. 

"Tell me. Don't you love it when my cock fills you up?" But again Gloria 
would not answer. You can not imagine what a sight she was to see with her 
firm ripe breasts terribly bare and the large plastic dildo still pushing 
inside her cunt. She must have loved the way it felt pressing hard against 
her clit, because she would not stop for a minute. 

My Uncle Nat yanked hard now on her pubic hair. A smile came across her 
face. But still she refused to answer his question. It seemed quite apparent 
to me, although I was still young and of course very inexperienced, that 
Gloria loved his rough treatment and by not answering his question she knew 
that she infuriated him and only brought on more of his harshness. 

Now there was no doubt in my mind as I had a full view of what was going on 
behind that curtain that Nat was really hurting her. But at the same time, 
there was absolutely no doubt either that Gloria relished every minute of 
it. Now at four years old I had already been conditioned to think that 
pleasure was what was most desirable. In fact, from the way it seemed to me, 
it was of great importance to avoid pain at all cost and to try and get as 
much pleasure and enjoyment out of life as was humanly possible. 

So, you can well imagine that when I saw my Uncle brutally fucking Gloria's 
ass out and when I saw him shoving his thick sturdy cock all the way down 
her throat to the point where she had tears flowing down her soft pink 
cheeks, it was a contradiction of everything I knew to be real. 

Yet, there was something about the way this strong forceful, handsome hunk 
of a man was overpowering this woman that really must have been exciting for 
both of them. Anyway, even if my mind thought all that was going on to be 
crazy, my own cunt was getting hotter and hotter by the minute and there was 
no doubt in my mind that this was about the most exciting moment in my life. 

Suddenly I could almost feel a large hard object filling up my ass hole. It 
was just my imagination of course. I mean, there was definitely no one 
standing behind me. Though, let me tell you, at that point I would have 
given anything in the world to have a big hot prick work its way deep into 
my ass. 

I have to admit that I felt my whole body begin to swell with incredible 
heat and passion. My pussy quivered. 

For a minute I got this crazy idea to make my presence known. How I tried to 
control my mind. It was like fighting a major battle inside myself. I wanted 
my Uncle. I wanted his hot cock to ram inside my cunt. And even more now, I 
wanted that big cock to hit hard inside my ass. I was very young. But I 
really knew what I wanted. I didn't plan what followed. I guess you might 
say it was unconscious desire that suddenly broke me into a coughing spasm. 
At first they couldn't hear me, as the television was on so loud and they of 
course were so busy with each other. 

I fell to the floor and my coughing would not stop. At this moment my 
Uncle's cock was deep inside Gloria's mouth and his back was to me. And 
Gloria's eyes were well buried in his groin, so it took quite some time 
before I got their attention. And by the time they did notice me I had 
stopped coughing. My hand was still inside my little panties and I was 
rubbing hard on my wet cunt. It's just so wonderful how free and innocent a 
child can be about those things. I would really think twice about a lot of 
things now that I'm a little older. But all I knew in that moment was that I 
had to come and I had to come quick or I would just die of terrible 
frustration. 

"Oh, God." I cried, the pleasure was so great. As the wetness filled my 
palms, creating a lovely gushing sound, I could feel the walls of my pussy 
begin 'to collapse and I was in total ecstasy as the ripples of passion 
filled my whole being. Now it was me who was lost in the act and I could 
have cared less if another person was around. I tell you, I was totally 
oblivious to what was going on around me. 

As I think back to the situation now I seem to remember more than I have 
ever done before. Maybe I just had blocked out a lot. But now as I tell you 
the story, the whole scene is coming back very vividly in my mind. And now I 
remember how surprised and yet, at the same time, delighted Nat and Gloria 
were to see me filled with passion on the living room floor. Now I remember 
exactly what they said to each other. 

"Has she been here all this time?" 

"Gosh," Gloria responded. " How could she have been. I was looking right 
that way before and I swear I didn't see her in the room." 

"Have you been watching us?" Nat asked me. I decided to play dumb. 

He got angry at this and went toward his pants that were now across the 
floor, only where I had been standing before, he pulled out a thick brown 
leather belt from the looped waist and held it in his hand. I knew what was 
about to happen to me. I knew well I was about to get a licking. 

If this had occurred in any other situation, you know that I would have run 
the other way. 

But something inside of me yearned to know the same ecstasy that I had seen 
just a short time ago on Gloria's beautiful face. 

Oh, God. How I wanted his manly cock to press deep inside my asshole. How I 
yearned to take that big prick that hung between his manly thighs and suck 
on it, until my cheeks were sore. 

Oh God, yes. I knew that it would be good. 

But I wasn't quite certain that I was ready for the lashes of his whip. I 
had never allowed myself to know pain before. I was only a child and I had 
never been whipped. 

My hot cunt began to throb again. My mind said "no, no, please don't give me 
pain." 

But my body yearned for his lash. My soul yearned for the attention he was 
about to give. I couldn't stand it. 

God almighty, how I wanted the touch of the brown leather-hard, hard against 
my thighs. 

The strap came down on me and I shook with fear. Over and over again he 
pounded it against my ass. At first, I must say that it was just awful. I 
began to cry, tears dripping down my cheeks. 

But I was strong and very determined to hold back my screams. And the more I 
retained the sounds, and managed to make the adjustment, I found that the 
pain was quickly turning to pleasure. 

I was very brave-willing to submit myself. And I let go, so went all my 
fears. I felt a freedom that is very difficult to explain. I felt myself 
totally at his mercy, totally under his control. There was no doubt about it 
now. I wanted more. 

Much more. 

"Is her pussy wet yet?" he asked Gloria. I was so involved. 

"Her juices are really flowing." 

I had no idea that she was even working on my twat. But as I looked down, 
her mouth was firm against my hairless twat, and she was nibbling softly on 
my clitoris. 

It was good. And now she seemed so engrossed and iappy with what she was 
doing. Her tongue was out far now, and she worked it, way deep, deep into my 
little hole. And at the same time, she began massaging her fingers, fucking 
my cunt with her lovely hand. 

"Eeeeeew," I squealed and demanded that she move in deeper, thrusting harder 
and harder. My hips gyrated as she did this. There was no doubt in my mind 
that I was going to cum hard. 

My head rolled back and my eyes shut. I was in a deep and very wonderful 
ecstasy. 

"Harder," I moaned. "Please, do it harder." 

I knew exactly what I wanted now. They were amazed by this. Gloria began 
thrusting her hand deep inside my twat, teasing and taunting me-bringing me 
to a state of wild excitement. 

The juices were really gushing now. The sounds were beautiful. The fragrance 
was pure and erotic. 

I couldn't believe that anything could feel this good. 

It was the most fantastic and thrilling thing that I had ever felt. 

I wanted the feeling to last forever, and ever. The joy was so fantastic 
that I could feel tears filling my eyes. 

And I started to cry, real tears of pleasure. 

The pleasure was so great I screamed. 

"Oh please. Please, don't stop," I cried. 

That was my only fear now. In a sense it was a bit of a distraction. Here I 
was, enjoying the way she was finger-fucking me. I was concentrating deeply 
and wonderfully on it, and then the next minute, I was so worried that she 
would stop, it was distracting. 

Her large, pendulous breasts waved above my head. I reached out and squeezed 
her nipples that were taut and red. 

"Lower them. Let her suck them," Nat commanded her. Nat was really 
fascinated by the whole new scene that we had gotten into. The tingling 
sensation of his whip had opened me to a new level of eroticism and I was 
really happy about that experience. I realized what he had done to me was 
not a punishment. It was a very intense form of body stimulation that had 
opened my being to a new level of sexuality, making me want more and more of 
it. 

As she lowered her huge tits into my mouth, and I began to suck her hard, I 
heard her let out a little scream. Nat was close behind her and I realized 
that he had entered her asshole. 

But still she was very good and conscientious about rubbing her hot hands 
into my wet twat. I think it was about at that moment, I came very hard and 
good. 

Oh God, it was so fabulous. I could hardly believe it as I rested, flat on 
my stomach on the pale ground. 

Suddenly, I felt Nat's huge cock rubbing along the line of my ass cheeks. I 
knew I was just about to get his special gift and I craved it in 
anticipation of his filling me. 

"Get that mirror over here," he told Gloria. 

I had no idea what he was talking about. But she was very obedient and got 
up and did as she was ordered to do. 

"I want the kid to see what I'm doing," he said. 

"You're right," she should know how beautiful it really looks when you enter 
her." 

I realized that I was about to get a full view of what was going on behind 
me. I can't tell you how exciting this all was to me by now. 

It was as though they had turned on the lights and instructed me to watch a 
porno show right in my own living room. 

My whole body was tingling with fabulous delight. I came to know a deep 
eroticism, an appreciation for the beauty of the sex act that I may not have 
had if it weren't for my uncle's fabulous erotic imagination. 

Gloria moved the large, full-sized mirror against the wall. Her untied ropes 
were still partially wrapped around her ankles. Almost as though she had 
read my mind, she took them off her feet and slowly, carefully bound my 
ankles to the ground. 

Nat's cock had not penetrated deep into me yet. He was just massaging it 
slowly and softly along the crack. There was so much cream pouring from my 
twat now that it was not even necessary for him to lubricate my asshole or 
his cock in any way. I tilted my ass up. 

Really, I was yearning for him to enter my little hole. Even if it hurt-at 
first, I knew for certain that it was going to be just fabulous. 

Suddenly, I felt this very intense and sharp pain. I guess I blocked it out 
with my screams. Gloria rushed over and gagged me with her palm. 

"Now, just relax," she told me. 

"Eeeew, it hurts," I cried. 

"If you relax, it won't." 

"I can't. Please, pull it out." 

"It will take only another second and you'll get used to it. You'll see how 
much you'll love it in another minute." 

She tried to soothe me with her kisses. She even returned her hand to my 
twat and gently stroked my clit. 

I tried with all my might to just concentrate on that. But it was no use. 
How could I have ever thought that Nat's huge cock could so easily slip 
inside my butt hole? It was impossible. 

How I wished now that he would pull out, but he cared not about what I 
wished now. He was only out for his own pleasure. 

"Oh God, this hot little ass is so damned tight," he cried as Gloria gently 
stroked my twat. I tried hard to concentrate on her gentle stroking, but I 
tell you, the pain was far too great. 

"If you can just relax into it," she told me, "it will stop hurting." I 
heard her words but they definitely had no meaning to me. I knew that she 
had the answer of how to let my Uncle's big cock get deep inside of me. I 
wanted it rubbing deep into my ass. I knew from the memory of the look on 
Gloria's face that it was to be something wonderful and good. 

But it seemed to me that there was some kind of a special trick to it and 
that perhaps I was still too young to learn it. My face was totally covered 
with tears. The memory of what I endured is nothing like the pain of the 
real thing in that moment. Words can not tell you of my terrible agony. 

Then suddenly I gave up. I just decided to stop fighting the thrust of his 
huge cock and as I did this I guess my muscles began to relax and something 
really started to open up inside of me. 

It was a wonderful sensation and suddenly I forgot that I had felt any pain 
at all. And before I knew it Nat had his big prick deeper and deeper into my 
ass. It was so complete a feeling and I became totally absorbed in it. It 
was real tight and I could feel the pulsating and the swelling of his hot 
flesh. What really got me excited at this point was the banging of his huge 
balls against my cunJ each time he thrust his cock into me. 

"Oh, it's good now. It's really good," I said as I submitted to him more and 
more. In that moment I realized that there must be a thousand levels of 
submission and I was determined to know the full range. Then suddenly just 
as I had this thought he took me to one of these new levels. For suddenly 
Nat's huge rod was pounding the full range of my bowels. It was a very 
unusual feeling and it really did take some getting used to. But I was 
learning to deal with short moments of pain and I wanted more and more and 
more. I was so damn happy that he had such a fabulous thick rod. I didn't 
realize how very large he was compared to most men at the time. For as I 
said before, I was really very young and very inexperienced. 

Gloria had removed the plastic dildo from her own wet cunt quite a while 
ago. I guess she wanted to share every pleasure she could think of with me. 
Now that I think back on it, I guess I was kind of like a little doll to 
them that they could play with. 

"She really is enjoying that plastic cock in her twat," Gloria told Nat. 

"Push it real deep. I want her to know every ecstasy." 

As he said this I got so excited and started to come again. This gave off 
lots of muscle spasms and my ass locked against his huge cock. 

"Oh God. That is so damn good. Keep doing that. Please don't stop," he 
begged me. 

To tell you the truth, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. But I was 
glad that there was something I could do now to give him a little pleasure 
as he had been so fabulous and so good to me. 

For a moment I thought he was about to pull out. To tell you the truth the 
thought of that terrified me. I wanted him in me forever and I begged him to 
stay in. 

"Please, Uncle Nat, don't leave my ass. It feels so hot and so good." It was 
hard for me to talk because I was really so terribly overcome by his 
wonderful cock thrusting inside of me. And as he was doing that Gloria kept 
working on the meat of my wet juicy cunt that was still throbbing with the 
delight of a wonderful, wonderful orgasm. 

"Oh, it's so good." I cried out. 

"Just be quiet and enjoy it," Gloria whispered gently. I felt full and I 
felt complete. Then suddenly the huge cock deep inside my ass really began 
to pound and I knew this was it. I knew I was getting it. The pressure was 
so intense that it was almost painful again. But I was a lot more prepared 
now and I knew how to turn the pain into a delightful pleasure. Then one 
full blast and it was over. It felt as though a huge bomb had blasted off 
deep inside my ass. 

He lay on top of me, holding my little body under him as I nearly drifted 
off to the sweetest sleep I had ever known. 

"I wonder if she will ever realize how very lucky she is to come into all 
this at such an early age." 

"Some day she'll know. I'll remind her." That was the last thing that Nat 
said that night to me. He carried me off to bed and gently tucked me in. I 
felt that I had had a special teaching. I expected that this was what would 
occur each and every time we met. Or at least whenever we would be alone. 

But what happened was much different than what I expected. Nat never spoke 
of the experience again. And as for Gloria, I never saw her after that 
fabulous evening. Sometimes at night I try to remember every detail of the 
way she moved that nice rubber dildo. 

Sometimes I can come just from the very thought of it. But what I remember 
the most is the way she taught me to submit myself in sex. And I learned 
from that day on that it is only through submission that a woman knows her 
greatest pleasure with a man. 

It was very painful, as you can well imagine, never having my Uncle touch me 
again. Sometimes I thought of discussing the whole situation with him. But I 
just never knew quite what to say to him. Besides, he had married and had a 
couple of kids. His life seemed pretty straight and I figured he had blocked 
out of the past of his kinky youth. I still have dreams of his tying me up 
and fucking my ass all the time. 

I got into a regular sex life with guys by the time I was fifteen. I guess I 
didn't know what I wanted. Or maybe I really did know exactly what I wanted 
but just couldn't get it again. I started fucking around a lot. I started to 
get a reputation at school. But to tell you the truth I could care less. All 
I wanted was to find some guy who could really dominate me. I wanted some 
guy who could make me feel like nothing in his arms. I wanted a large cock 
that would ram deep into my ass and teach me all over again how to transform 
pain into the greatest pleasure. 

Each time I would think this is the guy. I'd go out with all these big 
football stars. But once they got into bed they were just little fluffs who 
really wanted me to dominate them. I can't tell you how sick that would make 
me feel. I would beg them to sodomize me, but they never even understood 
what I was talking about, and then when I told them I wanted them to 
dominate me and put their cocks up my ass, they really thought that I was 
some kind of a sick chick. 

One day I had a talk with Tom. He's this really gorgeous macho guy I had met 
through my cousin Maureen. We dated a few times and came to the very same 
problem that I would have with all the others. 

"I just can't understand you Anne," he told me. "Why would you ever want a 
guy to treat you rough. I mean haven't you ever heard of things like woman's 
lib and stuff like that? I mean it's a whole new age. Most woman don't even 
like men with big muscles any more." 

"I know you probably think I have some kind of a psychological problem." 

"To tell you the truth I really do think that there is something that is 
disturbing you. In fact you seem to have self destructive masochistic 
tendencies." 

"I just knew that was what you were thinking. To tell you the truth, it took 
a lot of guts for me to tell you the real truth about what I really want 
from a man in bed. Maybe my desires are a little different than most of the 
woman you know. But in my opinion I feel that I am just a little more highly 
developed than most and I know what I need to get into a state of ecstasy." 

"Well, to tell you the truth, most women I know aren't really as much into 
sex as they might have a guy believe. I think that most of the women I sleep 
with just put out because they know it's what I want. I even think that a 
lot of the women that I've slept with have faked orgasms." 

"And you know why?" 

"I'd really love to hear. That is if you're willing to tell me." 

"Well, I think that one of the real big problems with most women is that 
they are afraid to experiment and that they are a little afraid to tell a 
man what they really want sexually." 

"Why do you think that is?" 

"I guess they're afraid of being judged." 

"You mean the way I was just judging you?" 

"Exactly." 

"Well, listen. I apologize." 

"I don't want you to do that. I just want you to be more open right now to 
what I'm telling you." 

"Please go ahead. I'm really sorry if I judged you. But I guess I need to 
have some things explained to me. I don't understand a lot of things about 
woman, and I think I certainly can learn a great deal from you. 

"What I want you to understand is that my desire to be dominated is not self 
destructive. It's the very nature of woman to submit to a man. And through 
her submission to him she comes to really experience herself the way nature 
meant her to, and not the way society has told her she has to be." 

"I guess it's possible to be dominated in bed and be a slave but still be 
strong in the world." 

"I guess so." 

"Well, don't you know?" 

"I have an idea of what a relationship like that could be. I mean, I'm sure 
that it must be very wonderful. But as yet I haven't met a man, at least not 
in recent years who can really dominate me in bed." 

"You say, not in recent years. Does that mean you once knew of a guy who 
could make you feel that way?" 

"I guess so, but I'd rather not talk about that now." 

Tom started to kiss me. . Suddenly he grabbed my body in his arms. I guess 
he was trying to be manly and passionate and forceful. 

But I think he was trying too hard and it just wasn't coming off right. I 
went home early and it was the last time we went out. 

It was about a week later that I was walking alone in the Park. I suddenly 
got this fabulous fantasy about meeting a man who would take me into the 
bushes and force me into submission. God, how hot and excited I suddenly 
began to feel. Just the thought of someone making me get to my knees to suck 
his cock was enough to make me lay right down on the grass, pull down my 
panties and jeans and begin to masturbate until I came nice and hard. 

I started to feel real hot and I could tell that my pants were now sticky 
wet. Oh God I wanted it. I wanted right there and then. I lowered my eyes to 
my chest and saw how hard my nipples and become. No one was around so I 
raised my hand and squeezed one of my nipples that was yearning to be 
sucked. Then I squeezed the other taut nipple. It felt incredibly good. 

I saw that there was absolutely no one around and I decided to take the 
chance of going into the thick bushes to relieve my desires. The yearning 
was tremendous. The idea of rape was such a powerful and such an exciting 
fantasy that it was totally overpowering. 

I walked into the thick bushes and took a seat on the hard ground. Slowly I 
slipped out of my skin tight jeans. I was right. My panties were sopping 
wet. I dipped my fingers into my honey pot. I could not believe the way the 
wonderful juices were flowing now. 

I worked my fingers around my clitoris. It felt wonderful. Then I slowly 
moved several fingers a little deeper into my twat. I could feel the 
wonderful pulsations of the wet flesh. How very hot I was and how my cunt 
was throbbing. I yearned to be filled. I wanted to be filled deeply by a 
firm hard cock. I wanted a firm hard cock to be inside my ass at the same 
time. All I could think of was two large hot cock pushing inside of me from 
either end of me. I wanted all my holes filled as the juices were gushing 
all over. 

If only two men with as lusty thoughts as mine would suddenly appear. I 
tried to imagine this as the whole idea served to excite me more and I 
wanted to see just how deep into ecstasy. I could possibly get myself to go. 
My pussy was hot and wet. I was burning up inside in a way I had never known 
before. I kept fantasizing about these two men, just hoping that they would 
appear. I imagined them suddenly eyeing me playing with my hot cunt. This 
vision I knew would turn them on incredibly. Then I realized that this was 
the only way I would get the satisfaction I had yearned for, for so many 
years. 

Then suddenly I had a wonderful insight into the reason why I was never able 
to get any of my boyfriend to respond in the way I really wanted them to. I 
figured that their problem was that they were too afraid of their image. 
They were much too afraid of my thinking that they were animals at heart. 
But if I could meet someone who didn't know me and who I didn't know then as 
strangers we could do anything we wanted without the fear of what we would 
think of each other later on. 

Just as I had figured that out two men appeared. They were about eighteen or 
twenty with real good builds. You would think they had smelled my pussy the 
way they were entering the little path into the bushes. It was as though I 
had sent out a radar signal and they had come to answer. 

I knew what I had to do now to make my fantasy really come true. I knew I 
had to pretend that I didn't know they were there. With my legs wide open 
and just my panties and jeans wrapped around my ankles, I threw my head back 
so that they wouldn't know that I had seen them. But first I decided to lift 
up my shirt to expose my full breasts. 

Even when I was doing this I was wondering how I had the gut to go through 
with it all. 

But if you can possibly understand how repressed I have been for so many 
many years, maybe then you will understand why I felt I had to do this. I 
think my biggest fear in that moment was that perhaps I would be unnoticed. 
Or that perhaps they would not have the guts to follow through with what I 
wanted more than anything in the whole world. 

Oh Lord. Do you see what I see?" I heard one of the boys say to the other. 
He had a beautiful French accent, although he spoke perfect English. 

"Do you think, perhaps, we're seeing things?" said the other. 

"Well there's only one way to find out for sure," they said as they came 
closer to my now trembling body. Meanwhile I continued to rub on my 
throbbing cunt. How I yearned to have myself totally filled. I decided to 
pretend that I did not know what was going on. 

It was all so terribly unreal. But then there was something about it all 
that was one of the most real things of my whole existence. In a seconds 
time they had lifted me up and pulled me very close. I looked down and saw 
the full erection of the boy in front of me. At the same time I could feel 
the other's cock moving slowly, gently into my ass. It was the most fabulous 
feeling in all the world as he slowly moved deeper and deeper into my ass. 
For only about a moment I wanted to scream. But then I decided to myself. I 
remembered how to transform the pain into pleasure and wasn't about to make 
a noise that might scare these two guys away. 

They wrapped their arms around my waist, both holding me very close. My mind 
stopped totally and I submitted my whole being to them. Instantly I began to 
climax. The feeling of intense muscle spasms deep inside my cunt was the 
most marvelous and satisfying sensation of my life. The pressure of the two 
cocks jamming together inside of me was just fabulous. Suddenly they pulled 
out. I feared that they were finished. But when I looked down I saw that 
both still had large hard ons. The one who had been standing in front of me, 
pushed me to my knees and made me take his huge throbbing cock deep inside 
my mouth. 

"Suck that big hard cock," he demanded of me. It was just the way my Uncle 
had said it to me and I fell wonderful and complete. His cock was really fat 
and filled my mouth completely. The tip was as round as an apple and I just 
loved the taste of his delicious flesh. He pushed inside of me with a real 
intense urgency and it made me feel real good that he was getting off on 
what I was doing to him with my hands I caressed his balls they felt cool 
and wonderful and very, very large. 

"Use those hands, bitch," he demanded. So I wrapped my fingers around the 
stem of his cock and pumped it as I sucked. This really seemed to delight 
him tremendously now and I noticed that he reached a new length quite 
suddenly. 

"Oh, God that feels fabulous." He cried softly in French. I only wished I 
understood his words. But I knew that what he was saying was flattering and 
that he really loved the way his big prick felt deep inside my mouth. 
Suddenly he began to thrust to the point where he was nearly stuffing his 
piece all the way down my throat. That too reminded me of when I had that 
fabulous time with my Uncle and served to excite me more and more. 

"Ah, don't stop," the boy cried in English. 

"But I want to get my cock up her ass," the other said, working on his hard 
piece now with his own hands. 

So what they did was to lift me up again, this time the one who had it up my 
ass was now deep inside my cunt. I think his prick was the larger of the two 
and I must say that it felt very good and wonderful. 

When the other one entered into my ass. it really wasn't too painful at all, 
as I had already accustomed myself to the entry. Again they started to 
pound, as the one in the rear reached for my nipples and started to pull on 
them. I can't begin to tell you how fabulous that felt. I must say that I 
felt as though I was the most complete and satisfied woman in the whole 
world. 

They both suddenly began to scream and I realized that they were coming. 
They were throbbing and pulsating and it all felt extremely delightful. How 
I had wished that it would never end. That this wonderful feeling could have 
all gone one for ever. I have to admit that I was extremely exhausted. 
Several hours later I woke up from a deep sleep. For a second I had trouble 
remembering exactly what had just happened to me. 

It seemed like some kind of a fabulous dream. But when I dipped my hand into 
my slightly sore ass, and then into my still wet pussy, I knew it was for 
real. Yes, in that moment I felt like the luckiest woman in all the world. 
Then all of a sudden I got depressed to see these two fabulous lovers again. 
And if even, by chance I were to meet them on the street I could be certain 
that they would pretend to never know me. 

So, you can see that the only choice I had was to continue with what I had 
found to be most satisfying. That is how my desire for rape got started. I 
can't say that I really want to stop. I find it to be a thrilling and 
satisfying experience. I have never testified against any rapist. But 
unfortunately, there have been several situations where they made such noise 
about the whole thing that, unfortunately, they attracted a lot of 
attention. I've been raped many times and we've never been caught. The odds 
really aren't that bad and I'll tell you the truth. I'm willing to take my 
chances as the satisfaction is very great. 

Now, I don't know for sure if what I've just told you explains anything 
about submission in women. But as I had mentioned to you before, all women 
are different. I can only tell you about my own particular needs and how I 
resolved them. But I think that what's important here is that I did manage 
to find a way to resolve these needs. At least until the time when I can 
find a man who is not ashamed of dominating me into submission the way I 
would really like it to be done. 

 CONCLUSION 

Though I find it hard not to think of her in masochistic terms, she has 
helped to convince me that the desire to submit is a natural tendency in 
women Hopefully she will soon be able to link up with another consenting 
adult so that she does not have to expose herself to the dangers of rape 
with men she does not know. I did manage to convince her of the dangerous 
position she is allowing for herself and explained that there are situations 
that she is exposing herself to that she may not be ready to handle. On the 
whole, however, I think that this young woman is very much in touch with her 
own sexuality and I always find that to be a sign of great mental health. I 
tried hard to encourage this and hope that my warnings of precaution will 
not put a damper on her fabulous fantasies. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: JAN R. AGE: Thirty 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Jan came to see me shortly after her third miscarriage. When the hospital 
discovered that they were a result of weekly beatings she was getting from 
her husband, they referred her to me for help. 

Jan is an extremely attractive woman with rather high intelligence. She was 
smartly dressed in a tweed suit. Her hair was cut sort in a conservative bob 
and her make-up was carefully applied. She did not seem at all the type to 
engage in kinky sexual practices, such as the activities elaborated upon by 
the hospital. Nor did I think she was one willing to endure an unhappy 
marriage. So I was really quite interested to hear what her story was. 

My husband, Jason, and I were married in college. Both of us were virgins 
and didn't know a thing about sex. It wasn't that we had a particularly 
religious background or anything like that. It was just that most upper 
middle class girls, like me, from my generation were all indoctrinated with 
the idea of purity. 

I'll admit that there probably is something very beautiful about saving 
one's self for one man. But there's something even more important about 
really getting in touch with sexual desires. 

It was only a few years ago that I found out what I really wanted in the 
bedroom. And that was to be totally dominated by a man. Poor Jason was so 
damn afraid to let go with me. I guess he always thought of me as a proper 
lady at all times. 

He tried to treat me with what he called respect. The truth of the matter 
was that in my heart I yearned to be dominated so that I could really 
surrender. I guess I really knew all this deep in my heart but was always 
much to inhibited to explain to him. The truth of the matter was that I 
really didn't know just how to explain. I mean what can you say. As far as I 
was concerned, and I am sure as far as Jason was concerned, he was doing the 
best that he possibly could. And I have to say that wasn't bad. I mean he 
got it up once a day and sometimes he was good for a quickie in the morning. 
I thought I had every reason in the world to feel complete and satisfied. 
God. I mean what more is a woman supposed to want. Here Jason was making 
lots of money. We had a house in the country, an apartment in the city and a 
Mercedes in the driveway. 

But all of a sudden I was really starting to feel very incomplete. It was 
almost as though there was something I hungered for, but couldn't quite put 
my finger on it. In fact I started to put on a little weight. But I'm so 
damn vain about my figure that I took it right off. Maybe if I could have 
allowed myself a few good eating binges and even put on a few extra pounds I 
would have been able to suppress it. It was a period of terrible confusion 
for me. I felt alone and sullen and tried to hide it from Jason. But he saw 
right through my act and was kind and direct enough to confront me with the 
situation. 

"I know that there's something going on with you lately. You seem to be 
going through a lot of changes." 

"I didn't think you knew." 

"I have to admit that you've done a pretty good job of hiding it. You really 
are a good actress. But I've known you long enough to know when you're down. 
Is it something you might want to talk about?" 

"Oh Gosh, Jason. I don't know what to say. It's this incredible feeling of 
incompleteness inside of me." 

"Maybe you should go out and get a job." 

"I'm pretty busy with all my organizations, and...." 

"Now don't think I'm pressuring you to go out and make money. Besides, that 
would only put us in another income bracket and we'd end up paying more 
taxes. But what I'm really concerned about here is seeing that your days be 
filled with more satisfaction." 

"I'll tell you Jason. I'm at a real loss. I just don't know what it is. I 
don't think it's a career thing. For a while I thought perhaps we should 
have a child. But I don't even think it's that." 

Jason and I started to discuss the idea of raising a child, a problem 
separate from my own feeling of incompleteness. We came to the conclusion 
that if we were to have a family that we'd better get started soon. Well we 
did get started soon. I will never forget the beautiful night of my first 
conception. 

There was something so fabulously special about that night. I bathed for 
hours in the finest oils. My whole body felt tranquil and relaxed. And when 
I lay beside my husband on the satin sheets I felt safe and terribly secure. 
He kissed my body from head to toe and concentrated for a long time on my 
pussy. I just loved the way he gave that part of me such careful attention. 
He explored my hole gently with his hand while I rubbed his cock softly. 
When it was nice and hard he inserted it deep into my cunt as he gently 
rubbed my breasts in the palm of his hands. 

Oh God. Jason used to be so careful with me. You'd think I was some kind of 
a China doll that was about to break. I thought it was good sex. He knew 
lots of little tricks, like how to blow softly in my ear, how to nibble on 
my firm breasts. I felt a few muscle spasms go off deep inside my cunt. I 
called that an orgasm. Not very intense. But I never knew better. I had read 
in all these woman's magazines about multiple orgasms and things like that. 
But I pretty much figured that everyone had what I was getting and that I 
was getting whatever deep erotic passion I figured that was all in porno 
books and that it had nothing at all to do with real life. 

Things went on like that for a very long time. I got over the first 
miscarraige just fine. I guess it wasn't a great disappointment to me as I 
really didn't want kids at that time. I guess that what I did want, more 
than anything in the world was to find myself and feel complete before I 
brought another human being into the world. 

That's what I thought about. 

Well, I guess I should get right to the point of the story and tell you 
about how I got raped by Dan, the delivery man. Sounds funny doesn't it. I 
mean I can talk about it now so matter-of-factly. But I guess it's a real 
cop out for me to say that I raped Dan. I have to admit that I was 
unconsciously looking to get it from a rough tough macho man. I think deep 
in my heart I wanted to meet up with a heavy dude who could rip my ass 
apart, Maybe that sounds like pretty heavy talk from a lady. But I take 
responsibility for everything that happened and I'm beginning to see how I 
created my own reality. 

Dan is an eighteen year old kid who could pass for a thirty year old man. If 
I had to use one word to describe him I'd say erotic. I remember the first 
time I saw him at the supermarket. All I can say is that my pussy suddenly 
felt that it was on fire. I got this urgent throbbing deep inside my cunt. 
All I could think of was going home to masturbate. I didn't even want to be 
with Jason that night. 

There is something so wild and primitive about Dan. I can't say I ever went 
for his type. You know the dark swarthy good looks and the huge muscles 
under a sweaty T-shirt. I guess you could kind of call him a greaser type. 
At least that's what we call those primitive, sexy looking guys in high 
school. High class girls were never supposed to guy out with street dudes. 
No, no. You have to marry someone who is refined and proper so that you can 
both resign your life to the right social class and club for the rest of 
your life. Hot passion as I said, before had nothing to do with 
respectability and it was better left repressed. 

But when I saw Dan there was something inside me that would not allow me to 
repress my feelings. Suddenly I knew exactly what I was hungry for. I guess 
you could make a joke of it and say I found it at the A&P. 

For the first time in years I had my groceries delivered. You can't imagine 
how disappointed I was when it turned out to be some creepy looking kid who 
showed up at my door instead of Dan. 

I went out early, very early, the very next day and bought all kinds of 
things I really didn't need, just with the hope that possibly Dan would show 
up. To tell you the truth I had no idea what I was going to do once he 
arrived. I mean I've never even slept with anyone but my husband, no less 
seduced a strange guy. But something in me said that it wouldn't take much 
coaxing. All I had to do was try and remember the sexy look of yearning he 
gave me when his eyes first met mine. Gosh, just the thought of that is 
enough to send shivers up my spine. 

Well, finally Dan arrived. He must have gone through all this before. I 
mean, he must have a woman in every apartment building in the city. Because 
he was as smooth as silk. He knew all his lines and I don't think I had a 
moment of feeling awkward or uncomfortable. 

He was real clever. What he did was drop a box of eggs on the floor. You 
know, accidentally on purpose. I loved it the way he was so anxious to pick 
it up. 

"You're a very pretty lady," he told me. My body started to tremble. 

"Hey. Are you nervous or something? I mean your hands are shaking. Are you 
sure you're alright?" 

His awareness of me made me shake more. I was growing frightened now that I 
had no control over the situation. I felt like this little child with a much 
older man. Yes, he was old. I guess you could say that he was older in 
experience. You know, street sense. Anyway, I guess it was only a second 
after that his large hands touched the back of my neck and his soft 
mustached mouth touched my open mouth. His tongue forced deeply into my 
mouth and I think I lost my breath. 

As I told you I had felt this deep eroticism for him from the first. But 
when he touched me that was it. Yes, what I was looking for I knew I found, 
especially when I dipped my hand instinctively down into his hot crotch and 
felt his hard erection. I unzipped his fly and took his huge piece into my 
hand. Then suddenly he pushed me to the floor. I took his throbbing hard 
cock and filled my mouth with it. 

"Suck me!" he commanded. I sucked and sucked. My mouth was sore and tired, 
but still I sucked as I wrapped my hands around the stem of his awesome 
cock. Then suddenly he pulled out. His cock was wet and slick from the 
juices of my mouth. 

"Take all your clothes off," he said firmly. I did exactly as he instructed, 
but leaving modestly for the other room. 

"Get back here," he ordered. "Take them off in front of me." 

We were in the living room by now and you have to understand that all the 
shade were opened. 

"Can I just shut the shades?" I asked. 

"I told you to take off your clothes. You'll do it with the shades open. 
What's the matter Mrs. Jones? Are you afraid that the neighbors will try to 
keep up with you?" 

I did as he instructed and saw the look of pleasure that appeared on his 
handsome face. 

"Yeah, your body is in good shape," he muttered to himself as he pulled his 
cock. His jeans slipped down his muscular legs. It was incredible anatomy. I 
don't think I've ever been so excited about a man's body ever in my life. I 
wanted to touch the rippling muscles with my hands, but I knew full well it 
was not I who was allowed to make the first move. 

There was no doubt about it. He was master of the situation and I loved it 
like that.. 

He told me to sit down on the couch and part my legs. I never questioned 
what he was telling me. , The soft velvet felt good. But I was a little 
worried about my pussy juices dripping on my expensive furniture. But this 
was not the time to think about things like that. Here I was having the 
experience of my life. All that I had imagined was now beginning to happen. 
I can only tell you that I can not remember ever feeling more lust and 
excitement ever in my life. 

It was wonderful the way my breasts were swelling with excitement. It was 
true that my body trembled, but this was not from fear. It was pure passion. 

Dan's eyes filled with my image. It gave me great pleasure to feel that he 
was enjoying the sight of me. 

"You really are a very beautiful lady," he said again as he continued 
rubbing on that gorgeous cock of his. I knew what I wanted. I knew that I 
wanted to take him into my mouth and suck him all over again. I yearned for 
that hot cock deep inside my mouth like I had never yearned for anything 
before. 

Dan went over to the door and locked it from inside with the chain. It was 
the middle of the afternoon, but I guess he knew his business and wasn't 
going to take any chances. Who knew if Jason could be coming home. Things 
like that do happen. And perhaps that was what made the situation all that 
more exciting. 

He passed by me now. I wanted to reach out and hold his hot flesh in my 
hand. I was going crazy with excitement and desire. It was as though there 
was nothing else in all the world that mattered to me now. It was like his 
hot cock and my throbbing wet pussy were the only things that were real, the 
only things that mattered in all the world. There was this feeling of 
magnetic pull between us that made me know we had to get it on and we had to 
get it on quick. The pain of separation was becoming unbearable. The space 
of three feet between us seemed like miles. I wanted him so bad I thought I 
would scream. 

I almost did. 

But Dan had already made himself comfortable in the seat across from me. He 
seemed to be in no special rush to ram his cock into me. It was only turning 
me on more the way he was so quiet and calm and so very much in control of 
the situation. He stroked his cock. It must have been at least eight or nine 
inches long by now. I don't think I've ever seen a hot cock that big. I 
guess having been a virgin and all before I was married and only knowing 
Jason, I figured all men were rather average in size. And it's not that I 
really think that size matters in the long run, but it's just so especially 
erotic to see a man with a big long cock playing with himself. 

Well, as I said before, he sure was taking his good time about it all. But 
there was no doubt in my mind that he was enjoying himself just watching me 
sitting naked. I have to admit that I felt a bit uptight next to him and I 
almost envied the way he seemed so cool and calm. 

Anyway, we sat like that for only a few minutes. But it seemed like an 
eternity before we spoke. Finally he did say something. I heard the words, 
but I guess what he said was so shocking to me that I blocked out the 
meaning and asked him to repeat it again. 

"I want to see you play with yourself," he had said. 

"I'm sorry. I don't think I understand." 

"Come on. Don't be inhibited. I want to see you rub your hot pussy." 

"Right in front of you?" I guess I sounded shocked. But here I had the guts 
to go as far as sitting naked with a man I didn't know right in my own 
living room, with the possibility of my husband, or anyone else for that 
matter walking right through the front door and that wasn't making me 
nervous. So I really saw no reason not to follow through with the little 
game. 

"Come on," he coaxed again. "You don't have to be shy with me. I'd really 
enjoy watching you make yourself feel good." 

There was something so beautiful and kind about the way he had said that. 
Suddenly he had put me very much at ease. Actually my pussy was hot and 
throbbing and it really wanted some attention. 

When I dipped my hand into my cunt I found that it was wet. In fact it was 
wetter than I had ever known it before. I could feel the hot juices begin to 
soak down into the green velvet couch. And to tell you the truth I couldn't 
give a damn. I figured the hell with worrying about things like that. This 
was the experience that I had long waited for and I wasn't going to ruin it 
worrying about a stain on the green velvet couch. 

I began to rub on my clit. It was really hard. 

"How do you feel," Dan asked. 

"Good. Real good," I told him. 

In a moment I was lost in my own ecstasy. Everything became blocked out. I 
felt very serene. Very calm. It was like we were lovers now for many years 
and being with him was the most natural thing in all the world. 

"Twist your nipples," he told me. I did exactly as he said. There was this 
great desire I had to please this boy. Actually I shouldn't call Dan a boy 
because he was more of a man than people twice his age. Something inside of 
me wanted to surrender to him, emotionally and physically as well. 

My eyes were shut and my head was leaned back. I did not even feel him 
fasten me to the couch. It took a long time before I realized that I could 
not move my arms or my legs. But I think I liked it that way. Yes there is 
no doubt in my mind now that I think back on it all that seeing the rope 
binding me was one of the greatest turn ons in my life. 

I guess maybe now as I tell you this story you may think that I'm not 
telling the full truth about the feelings I had in the moment. It probably 
seems a little hard to understand that one could suddenly be bound by a 
total stranger and yet feel so comfortable in the situation. But that is 
exactly what makes it all so incredible. And I guess that is the reason that 
Dan is so special. I mean it's not like he hypnotized me or made me do 
anything against my will. It's just that he has this real calming way about 
him. And even more than that, he's so direct and honest about his sexuality 
that he makes you feel the same way. 

I looked up at him and smiled. 

"You look pretty pleased," he said twisting my nipples. 

"Do you read minds?" 

"What do you mean." 

"Well, this is all crazy. But getting bound up like this has always been one 
of my biggest fantasies." 

He was sucking on my breasts now. He was so engrossed in what he was doing, 
and he was enjoying it so much that I'm quite certain that he didn't hear a 
word I said. Nor do I really think he cared so much about what kinds of 
fantasies I had been having over the past year. 

But to me it was just wonderful and I almost felt as though I had imagined 
something like this for so long that it actually manifested into a reality. 
All I can tell you is that nothing ever felt as wonderful and good in all my 
life. 

His hands were in my wet cunt now. The juices were squishing. I looked down 
and the very sight of his big rough hands inside of me was enough to make me 
come. 

"No one has ever touched me like that." 

"Come on," he said, as though he didn't believe me. 

"Really, I'm telling you the truth." 

"Aren't you married," he asked me now. 

"Of course I am," I said rather matter-of-factly. 

"Well, don't you get it on with him?" 

"Yes. But it's not the same." I stopped to feel the pulsations going on 
inside of me. 

"What do you mean it's not the same." I knew he knew the answer to that. 
Surely he must have had lots of married women just like myself who were 
bored and frustrated in their marriages. Did I have to answer his question, 
I thought to myself. Most probably he wanted to hear more to get an ego 
boost, to make his big cock even harder than it was. 

"Sure we get it on. And sure there are times when it's real good. I mean 
after ten years of marriage it can get pretty comfortable. You get to 
understand each other's bodies pretty well and you learn all the techniques 
to make them happy. But there's more to life than good technique." 

I could tell from Dan's expression that he loved hearing every word of what 
I was saying. It flattered him too I guess. But now he put his hand over my 
mouth. He had heard enough. I had spoken more than I probably should have. 
It was the end of patter and polite talk. If I knew what I was in for, there 
is no doubt in my mind that I would have turned back. There is no doubt that 
if I knew what he was to put me through and how he was to take me past all 
limits in this short session we had together now that I would scream and 
fight and do everything in my power to get under his clutches. 

As I had explained before, there was this very definite and very strong 
desire in me to submit to Dan. And I feel quite sure that that was a basic 
need that I had in my marriage that I just wasn't getting. I mean with Jason 
there was nothing to submit to. I mean, he was always mild, gentle and 
considerate. Sure that's great for a roommate. But it makes for a pretty 
boring lover. 

Dan's hand rested against my lips for almost a moment. 

"Now just relax. I want you to know that anything I do to you over the next 
hour is only for your own pleasure. Now if I do anything that seems unusual 
or strs lge to you, I don't want you to get worried. O.K.?" 

With a look in my eyes I consented. And still I was not frightened. He spoke 
in such a soft obliging tone. There seemed to be nothing in the world to be 
frightened about. And as he had said, it would be done only for my own 
pleasure. 

"Now I want you to forget that you are your husband's wife. I want you to 
forget that you are your parent's daughter. In a few moments you will know 
yourself as a real woman." 

He stroked my long blond hair that reached just below my pink nipples. Then 
gently, carefully, he held my tits and his hands and told me again how much 
he loved them. His touch was so delicate right now that in my wildest dreams 
I could not imagine what he had in store for me. 

Dan reached out of his back pocket and pulled out a red handkerchief. He put 
his hand on my neck, giving my whole body goose bumps. "Now, open 
wide-wide," he told me sweetly, almost as though he was speaking to a young 
child. I can't begin to tell you how gentle and kind he was to me in these 
moments. 

I opened my mouth for him. 

"Careful now," he said as he stuffed the dry cloth into my mouth. As I tell 
you this now I wonder how I could ever possibly allow anyone to do such a 
thing to me. But there was no doubt in my mind that all that was being done 
to me was only for erotic reasons. I had no fear that Dan would rob or 
really hurt me. I had absolutely no fear of death. In fact that was one 
thing that never even entered into my mind. I don't know where all the faith 
and all the trust came form. Maybe you think I was just a fool, or 
emotionally ill. But what I want you to know is that what happened seemed 
natural and good and completely healthy at the time. 

Now I can't say that I enjoyed having that dirty rag stuffed into my mouth. 
And I certainly did not like it when he took his long wool muffler and tied 
that around to really seal my mouth shut. But again, I knew that what was to 
follow was totally for my sexual development. 

Even if my mind had said no to what was happening to me, I have to say that 
my body was saying yes. My tits were hard and taut as he gave them one last 
suck before he began turning me over. 

"Now what I'm going to do to you is going to hurt at first. But if you trust 
me it's going to be wonderful for you." 

"I had absolutely no idea of what he was talking about now. All I knew was 
that he had me on my knees with my body arched over the couch. He stood 
behind me. His large beautiful cock was out of view. I guess I missed the 
sight of it. I wanted to hold it. I wanted to suck on it and feel it deep 
inside my mouth. But even more I wanted him to thrust it hard into my cunt. 

"Ah, good. You're really very wet, " he said as his hands dipped deep into 
my pussy. 

All I could do was moan. My mouth was gagged and there was no way of 
answering him. But if I could say anything at all I would have said how much 
I wanted to feel his large cock thrust deep inside of me. For a second there 
was a feeling of frustration that I was unable to speak these words to him. 
But the strange thing is that suddenly I understood the thrill of being tied 
and gagged like this. I realized that I was totally free to be passive. Now 
I know that may seem like a real contradiction to you. But I'm telling you 
that's the way it seemed to me. 

"Oh Shit, are you wet," he said as he kept rubbing harder on my twat. I kept 
thinking that I wanted him to hit hard inside of me. I kept thinking now how 
I wanted to come like I've never come before. But somehow I just could not 
get myself to let go. 

In fact, that is exactly what my problem has been all along. I know I've 
taken a long time to get to what my real problem is. I guess I don't like to 
talk about being frigid much. It seems I just cringe when I hear the word. 
To tell you the truth it makes me feel like a real failure. 

I guess you're wondering why I never talked to Jason about it. Well, the 
truth of the matter is that would be impossible. You see ever since we first 
made love I've been faking it. What I mean is, I'd make a little maon like I 
was satisfied. I figured that's what most woman do after they come. I've 
even told friends that I've had multiple orgasms. I guess it got to a point 
where I was even believing my own lies. And maybe that has a lot to do with 
why I have been feeling so unsatisfied for so many years. 

Anyway, here I was in the midst of real erotic heat. I have this hunk finger 
fucking me real hard just the way I love it. And still I can't seem to come. 
I started to cry at that point. I guess I was just started to feel sorry for 
myself at this point. Dan couldn't hear my crying because of the gag around 
my mouth. But the tears were really starting to flow heavily down my cheeks. 

Then, all of a sudden, Dan pulled his fingers swiftly out of my twat and 
began to massage my asshole. Now, I have never in my life thought the 
asshole to be a very erotic part of the body. But what he was doing started 
to feel pretty good. Then he started fingering my ass just the way he was 
doing with my cunt. I started to relax as the muscles started opening up. 
Dan moved his fingers deeper and deeper. It was a real pleasant feeling. But 
I guess the best part of all was the fact that I didn't feel any pressure to 
come. I could just shut my eyes and relax, feeling the pleasant sensation 
around my anus. 

The I felt his hot prick beginning to press hard against my ass. I realized 
at once that he had big plans for that cock of his and that he wanted to get 
it into my tight little asshole. All of a sudden all the muscles of my body 
tightened up. 

"Now just relax. I told you this won't hurt if you just stay calm and trust 
me." The sound of his voice was so calm and mellow. I felt a real confidence 
in what he said. Yet, at that same time I was very nervous and my body was 
trembling. 

"Now I told you to relax," he said again. This time his voice was stronger, 
more commanding. There was a quality about it that was overpowering. And for 
some reason it was really turning me on. 

My body was still trembling. There was absolutely nothing I could do to get 
myself to calm down. I wished I could get a Librium or even a quick drink, 
but there was no way to express my needs in that moment. 

Suddenly I felt him smack my behind. My flesh stung. He did it again. This 
time harder. All I could think of was the pain of my burning ass, as his 
strong hand hit me over and over again. 

Strange as it may seem the burn of his slap started to feel good as I began 
to concentrate only on that. Again the tip of his prick pushed against my 
asshole and again I felt very frightened. I wanted him to teach me how to do 
it. But I just couldn't surrender that easily. 

Then all of a sudden I realized that was exactly what I had to do. I had to 
surrender to him. Oh, God. I understood it so well f intellectually in my 
mind, but how could I get my own body to respond to what I knew in my heart 
as well. 

The tip of his cock felt firm and full as it pressed into my asshole. The 
pain was excruciating. I began to scream. Suddenly I realized exactly why he 
had gagged me. For sure, he knew the pain I was in store for. This was the 
pain he said I would have to endure to know the great pleasure that was 
ahead. 

"Relax," he demanded. 

Oh God. He made it sound so easy. I tried hard to catch my breath. 

"Take some deep breaths. I did as he commanded and started feeling better. 
But what really did it was when I told myself to surrender psychologically 
to this man. All I can say is that I accepted him totally as my master, 
being. I wish I could have more ways to explain what went on in my mind. But 
it was such a simple process that all I can really say is that I began to 
feel like his .subservient slave. As soon as I stopped fighting what was 
going on inside my ass, my whole body opened up to him. It was a wonderful 
feeling of ease as the pain left me. 

Soon I realized how complete and full I felt. Soon I realized that what was 
going on was extremely wonderful. 

"Oh God, your ass is good to me." It thrilled me that I was able to give him 
so much pleasure. He reached his long arm around to the front of me and 
started playing with my wet hungry pussy lips. Then he felt for my clit and 
started rubbing hard on it as he kept sliding his big fat cock in and out of 
my willing asshole. 

All I know is that all of a sudden I was screaming hard and loud. This time 
my screams were not from pain, but rather from intense pleasure. Yes, I'm 
glad to say I finally came. And it was really very wonderful. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Jan returned to my office for a second session several weeks later. I have 
to admit that she looked like a new woman. She was very tanned and her face 
was sparkling with a broad smile. I was anxious to get on with our interview 
so that I could find out what exactly was giving her so much pleasure. 

I can't tell you how happy I am that I came and discussed my situation with 
you. The fact that you responded to me without being at all critical or 
judgmental really helped me to open up and to incorporate the experience I 
had with Dan in a very positive and healthy way. 

You see, what I realized, after speaking to you about my little 
extra-marital affair was that there was nothing to feel guilty about if I 
could look upon it as a positive experience that would get me much more in 
touch with my emotions, and, of course, my own sexuality-which it did. 

Anyway, what I decided to do was to tell Jason about the whole thing. We 
were in bed one night, shortly after I had met with you. 

"You seem very unresponsive tonight, Darling," he told me in his usual, but 
rather weak way. Here he was doing what he always did and it took me all 
these years to figure it out. You see, he would always play it so that I 
seemed to be the one who was not interested in sex. The truth of the matter 
is that Jason is such a damn milk toast that it's very easy not to be 
interested at all. I reached my hand over to his half limp cock and pulled 
on it a little. 

It was as though I was making an attempt to show him that I was a dutiful 
wife and that I would do my part to help him get his cock up. I mean it's 
his cock. Why should the pressure be on me to get him up all the time. I 
started to realize that maybe Jason had the problem, not I. 

And of course, after having been with a strong aggressive man like Dan who 
gave me the domination I really needed and who totally satisfied me in every 
way, I realized that it was essential that Jason make a change in his whole 
attitude toward me or we just were not going to be able to stay together. 

"Jason, I think we have something to discuss," I told him. I guess he could 
tell from the tone of my voice that I didn't have particularly good news for 
him. I could feel his cock go totally limp now. I decided to take my hand 
away. 

"Now what," he said as though I was going to show him a bill. "Does it have 
anything to do with money," he wanted to know right away. 

For a moment I figured that might be the crux of our problems. Not that we 
didn't have plenty of money. It was just that that was where we were putting 
all our thoughts. 

"Is that all you ever think about?" 

"Now you're complaining. I make all this possible," he said indignantly. 

"You make all what possible," I answered back, now sitting up in bed. 

"I make it possible for you to ride around all day in a Mercedes and do what 
ever you damn please." 

That made me mad, real mad. I can't stand having him throw things up in my 
face. 

"Well, that's what I've been doing," I said, "whatever I damn please." 

"And what is that supposed to mean." 

"Are you telling me you're having an affair?" 

"Yes, I am," I said real cool. 

I couldn't help getting back at him a little. I guess too, what I was trying 
to get back at him about was not so much the fact that he threw up that he 
was supporting me. I think I wanted to do something to create some kind of a 
reaction. As I said before, Jason was always so mild and calm and very 
unexciting. 

My plan worked. He got up in a rage and started throwing things around the 
room. And then, "You fucking whore. All these years I trusted you with my 
life, my money...." 

"Is that all you think about?" 

"Well, I give a shit about you, Jason." 

This was an important confrontation - perhaps the most important one we had 
had. 

"You're more to me than that. I don't know why you even come up with things 
like that." 

"Because it's true, Jason. That's why." 

"Then would you mind telling me just why you did it?" 

"I don't know. It just happened." 

"Those things don't just happen. They're thought out a little more than 
that. And if you thought we were having a sexual problem or if there was 
some reason why I wasn't exciting you any more, which seems to be the case, 
then why didn't you just sit down and discuss it with me." 

"Look, Jason. For a long time I've known that there was something bothering 
me. I just couldn't admit to it. I mean I was so out of touch with my own 
emotions that I never knew what to tell you." 

Here I was trying to explain to him and the truth of the matter was that now 
I was just stalling for time because I didn't know what the hell to tell him 
now. How can you tell your husband who you have been making love to for the 
last ten years, at least every day of the week, sometimes twice or three 
times a day, that you really were never into his sexual style?" 

I mean, is he suddenly supposed to change his act right in midstream. Even 
if I said, look Jason, I love you very much. You are a very dear and 
wonderful man who has shown me every consideration in the world. In fact, 
Jason you have shown me too much consideration. What I'd really like is for 
you to be tough and demanding and make me into your submissive slave. Gosh, 
do you think Jason, or any man for that matter could ever comprehend what I 
was saying. 

So, I continued on talking a lot of nonsense because I knew if I stopped at 
that point he'd have me back to a shrink. And you could be sure that Jason 
would be the one to choose the shrink. Someone he could be sure would side 
with him. It was a mess and I was only getting myself deeper and deeper into 
it. 

"Look, Hon," I finally said. "Why don't we just drop the whole issue." 

"Oh great. You want to drop the issue when it's convenient for you. But it 
wasn't so convenient for me to hear that you fucked around with some kid. 
And who was this guy anyway?" 

"Oh, just some delivery boy from the grocery store." 

"Ha ... just some delivery boy," he said mocking me. "Well isn't that 
adorable. Now he can come to see you when he's off from school. Delightful. 
Just delightful." 

"You don't have to be so sarcastic about it." 

"Oh, what do you want me to do. Give you a nice big kiss on the cheek and 
tell you that you're a good little girl for fucking around behind my back?" 

"Well haven't you ever had an affair. I mean most men do." 

"Why do you assume most men have affairs behind their wive's backs?" For 
some reason I sensed that Jason was hedging. Maybe because I knew that I was 
too. 

"I don't know," I said. "I guess I kind of assume that it's not natural for 
men to be monogamous." 

"Well, I am, in a sense." 

"What does that mean. Come on Jason, let me hear the truth. This is the 
night to let it all hang out." 

"Well, if you really want to know the truth...." 

"Of course I do." I tried to get myself ready for this. I knew it was going 
to be heavy." 

"Well, the truth is that I have been seeing someone on the side." 

My heart dropped. I was stunned. "I thought you just told me that you're not 
having an affair." I thought I'd burst out in tears. It all seemed so 
terribly unfair to me. I just couldn't believe my ears. The fact that I had 
had one little session with Dan seemed unimportant and irrelevant. Here he 
was seeing someone on the side, regularly and he didn't have the guts to 
face the truth and call it an affair." 

"Well, if seeing someone on the side is not an affair, then do you mind 
telling me just what it is." 

"It's not an affair, because I'm not in love with her." 

"Well, doesn't that make it worse?" 

"I don't understand you dear." 

"Well, it's not only unfair to me, but it's very unfair to the woman you're 
with." 

"No, no. You don't seem to understand. You see the woman I see is a 
professional of sorts." 

This was the limit for me. I just couldn't face the reality of the 
situation. I tried to block the whole thing out. 

"I see a hooker regularly." 

"But I thought you enjoyed sex with me." 

"Of course I do, darling." 

"Then why do you have to see her?" 

"Well, there are things I can do with Bella that I can't do with you." 

"That's disgusting." Now I was furious. 'You see, you don't even know what 
we do and already you're calling it disgusting." 

"Well, I think it's just awful that you'd fool around with someone that you 
don't even love when you have a great sex life with your wife. And besides, 
I've always been open to do anything. You've just never suggested anything 
to me." 

"I guess that's because I've always been-afraid of offending you or turning 
you off to me. 

"The only thing that really turns me off is your passivity. I just can't 
stand your being so gentle and so careful with me. I swear, Jason, : you 
treat me like a China doll, afraid I'll break." 

"But I thought that's how you always wanted it. I mean you always came, 
didn't you?" 

"I detect a tone of suspicion in your voice." 

"Well, tell me. Do you enjoy it as much as I you pretend." 

"I enjoy being close to you Jason. But it's not as great as it could be. 
Tell me what you do with this woman?" 

"Who Bella?" 

"Is that her name." 

"Yes." 

"A perfect name for a hooker." 

"Actually she is the Madam of the house. She's a bit older than the other 
girls. But I prefer her since she's so experienced in submission." 

Suddenly I could not believe my ears, all at once I got the whole picture. 
My husband had to go to a bordello to play master over some prostitute when 
that was exactly what I wanted him to do with me at home. 

"Did you ever think that I would like to be driven into submission?" 

"But my darling," he said so gently, "There are laws against being rough 
with one's wife." 

"Anything is alright if there are two consenting adults." 

"And are you consenting," he asked me. "Is that what you're saying right 
now, that you're a consenting adult." 

"You can't imagine how I'd love to play some erotic little games with you." 

"Would you let me tie you up?" 

"Are you kidding? Of course I would." 

"I'm shocked Jan. I mean, I never expected that you had fantasies like 
that." 

"That's what the delivery guy did. He died me up." 

"Then tell me what he did." 

"Oh, come on. Don't make me tell you all of it." 

"Why, are you ashamed." 

"I don't know. Maybe a little." 

"But maybe it would be good for you to tell me. Maybe then I could do the 
same to you." 

"Well, after Dan tied me up and gagged my mouth, he turned me over and 
fucked me in the ass." 

A big smile came across Jason's face." 

"Did you like it," he asked. "I have to admit that it took some getting used 
to." 

"But after he got his cock into you, did you like it then?" 

"Yes. I have to admit that I really did." Jason really looked thrilled. He 
wasn't just mildly pleased, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I 
had hit upon one of his favorite things. 

"Do you do it that way with Bella?" I probed. 

"Always." 

"And does she love it." 

"Tremendously." 

"Tell me why you like it that way so much." 

"I guess because it feels real tight and hot. A woman's pussy is kind of 
open compared to the asshole and .Gosh, I don't know. It just feels good. I 
like it." 

"Then would you mind telling me why you never did it that way with me?" 

"I don't know. I guess I was afraid of offending you. Maybe afraid that it 
would hurt. I guess you don't seem to understand that I love you very much. 
You're the most precious thing to me in all the world and it would really 
kill me to hurt you. Don't you seem to understand that?" 

"Sure I do. But pain can also be very pleasurable. And then there's that 
whole psychological thing of feeling submissive and subservient to you that 
I need to feel in bed." 

"But with all this woman's lib talk these days a man is afraid to even try 
and make a woman feel subservient to him." 

"Well maybe that's where the woman's movement went wrong." 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"Well, sure it's important for woman to have equal rights in work. But 
there's something very wonderful about feeling subservient to a man in bed. 
I can't really explain that to you Jason. I mean, you like feeling like a 
strong dominant man, don't you?" 

"Of course I do." 

"Well, it's the same thing with a woman. It's her nature to feel 
subservient, just as it is the nature of man to feel dominant. And your 
being assertive to me makes me feel that I can play my own role better." 

Jason said nothing. He lay in bed and thought for a long time. Maybe we had 
talked too much. Maybe there are some things that have to be performed and 
not discussed. 

Our sex life didn't change over night. Nor do I imagine that Jason stopped 
seeing Bella immediately. But I do feel we're making some progress. I think 
my honesty paid off. 

 CONCLUSION 

There is no doubt in my mind that Jan has come in touch with her emotions. 
It is very good that she was able to take the risk of telling her husband 
the truth about her sexual feeling. What occurred in her case is quite 
common as people are very often afraid to tell those closest to them their 
real sexual fantasies and desires. The culture reinforces the idea that a 
wife should be treated with respect, which indeed she should be. But it must 
be understood that subservience in bed is not bad treatment. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: BELLA B. AGE: Thirty-five 

INTERVIEW ONE 

I had wanted to meet with Bella for many months. She is the Madam of a 
rather interesting new brothel in New York which is meeting with great 
popularity. What they do is try to encourage their clients to act out their 
fantasies in ways that are highly theatrical but and very satisfying to 
their clients. 

I was anxious to find out about that; I was extremely curious to discover 
what some of Bella's own fantasies consisted of. 

Bella arrived right on time. She was smartly dressed in a designer suit. The 
black skirt was rather tight, slit stylishly up to the top of her lovely 
thigh. She was a strange and fabulous mixture of exotic and elegant. She 
spoke with a heavy French accent which added to her international air of 
mystery. 

I've been in this business for many years and I have to say that I do enjoy 
my work tremendously. It really gives me a great deal of pleasure to see my 
customers satisfied. And through the years we have been able to grow and 
expand with more and more woman of a very high caliber. 

Often when people outside of my work discover what exactly it is I do, they 
are very, very shocked. At first they think that it is indecent for a woman 
to have so much sex with so many men. But what I most often feel, especially 
in the case of women is that they are jealous of all of my talents for love 
making and especially for my great beauty. I am a woman of thirty-five, but 
everyone who has ever slept with me knows that I have the body of a very 
young woman. 

Anyway, I didn't come here today to publicize my brothel which is famous 
throughout the world. But rather I came to discuss with you some of my own 
sexual fantasies. 

Now, as you can imagine, I had always thought of myself as a very free and a 
very uninhibited woman. But I felt that there was more to lovemaking than 
what I was experiencing. 

Now, do not misunderstand me. I am not talking about technique. But what I'm 
trying to say is that there was more of my sexuality that I had to get in 
touch with. Oh I had fabulous orgasms in my day. I could come lots and lots, 
all the time. And my clients all come from the best class of society and 
most are very good looking, distinguished men. 

But what was happening was that it all started to become very ordinary and 
very routine for me. Most of my clients wanted either blow jobs or straight 
sex. Now, it is not that I don't get a great deal of satisfaction sucking on 
a nice hard cock. It always gives me a great deal of satisfaction to see my 
customers come. So many are pleased with my technique, which I really have 
gotten down to a science. 

And as far as straight sex, you can not imagine how very much I do enjoy 
having a nice prick throbbing in and out of my wet pussy. Oh, it is divine 
and wonderful in every way. 

But day in and day out, it can get a little boring. And what I discovered 
was that I needed to have fantasy in my life as much as my clients needed 
it. At first I thought it would be lots of fun to get dressed up in black 
leather and play the part of a dominant woman. There was a part of me that 
was really very satisfied with all that. 

With my long blond hair and very pale green eyes looked rather wonderful in 
black leather. Playing the dominant woman came easy to me. I knew just how 
to make my men crawl under me. I used to love to have them lick my cunt for 
hours. And to think they were paying for all the fun that I was having. 

But it was very soon that I got bored with that. But by that time I had 
developed such a following and so many of my customers had found their 
satisfaction in playing subserviant roles, that I had to hire a whole batch 
of new woman who could take my place. 

There was a while there that all I did was teach classes on how to deal with 
subserviant men who by now were flocking into my brothel. It seemed that 
word had gotten out that we had the best brothel in town for that fantasy. 
What I found myself doing in these classroom sessions was playing the part 
of the submissive male. And what I found was that it pleased me more to be 
the subserviant one than it had pleased me to be dominant. 

I remember the first time we had the class. I asked Marcy, a very feminine 
and demure young woman of about twenty to get dressed in an exquisite black 
leather outfit. She is very tall and slim and really looked fabulous in the 
black leather boots that reached all the way to her bare patch of pubic hair 
that showed out of her black lace garter. 

Now, I have to explain that I have always liked woman as much as I've liked 
men. It's just that the situation has always been that I've been mostly with 
men due to the nature of my business. 

But what I found was that the feeling of submission can be as lovely, if 
you're into that, with either sex. So, to get back to Marcy. I was really 
turned on by the way she looked in her black leather outfit. It looked just 
super. But the problem that I could see I was having with her was that she 
didn't feel right in it. 

What I realized at once was that Marcy didn't think she was a dominating 
woman. But I guess I saw something in her that she didn't know about herself 
and I felt it was time that I showed her. 

"When you're with a man, or when you're with a woman, outside of work, what 
sex role do you play the most." 

"I'm sorry, Bella, but I don't think I really understand your question." 

"Well let me ask you this. How often do you get eaten out." 

The young girl just laughed for a minute. 

"And what do you find so funny about my question Marcy?" 

"I don't think that has happened to me more than once in my life." 

I sat the girl down on a high stool and had her spread her gorgeous lean 
legs far apart. 

Gently, I touched her twat. It was hardly wet at all. 

"Does that feel good," I asked her. 

"Well, yes," she said as though she still had to think about it. 

"If it's good you don't have to give it that much thought." 

"I'm just not used to receiving pleasure." 

"And why do you think that is?" I asked her." 

"I've probably worked for you too long." 

"And what kind of a nasty crack is that?" 

"I didn't say it to be nasty. I just meant that I've been so used to giving 
satisfaction to men that I've hardly had time to think of myself." 

I knew that what she was telling me was most probably true. I realized at 
once that if I could help her to become a dominant woman I would be helping 
her with her problem. 

At that point I decided to bend down and eat her pussy. The look on Marcy's 
face was one of horror. She had never imagined that I would ever do a thing 
like that. But as I continued nibbling on the young girl's soft pink flesh I 
could feel that her body was responding. 

I have to admit that I really started to get into it and it brought me a 
tremendous amount of satisfaction to feel how wet she was getting. I worked 
my finger deep into her lovely cunt and bit softly on her clit that was 
throbbing. The juices were really flowing now and I knew it would be a short 
time before she came. 

"Please, please, don't stop." 

"Don't worry my darling. 

In a second her cunt was gushing in spasms and I felt a great peace in 
knowing that she was. But it seemed that she wanted me to continue. Over and 
over she came. Each time was harder than the last. It was only the beginning 
for Marcy. She seemed to be a changed woman. After that she began to 
experiment more and more, concentrating on her own needs. 

But that experience did something very different for me. What happened was 
that I found out that I loved to give pleasure even more than I liked to 
receive it. 

The next time I had a John I started to concentrate on him in a way I had 
never known before. This particular man had grown accustomed through the 
years to being subservient to my demands. Actually there was no need for him 
to change. We could have shifted him over to Marcy who was by now really 
getting into cracking her leather whip. 

But this particular man, whose name is Marty, had become very faithful to me 
and as a result he was willing to change sex roles. It was a very short time 
before he was willing to make me into his willing slave. 

I was so pleased the day he arrived at my place with his own set of satin 
ropes. 

"They are very beautiful," I told him, commenting about the lovely pink 
ropes. 

I watched as he pound them carefully around my ankles. He still had a rather 
delicate touch. 

And I could see that it would take some time now before he came into being a 
total dominant. 

"You don't have to treat me so gently I told him." 

It was as though I had granted him his greatest wish. A delightful smile 
came over his handsome face as he fastened my wrists tightly behind my back. 

"Hey wait," I told him. "Not so hard," I told him But he had gone wild now 
and was unwilling to stop. 

It was only moment before I was bound tightly to the mattress. 

He stood over my supple, exposed and naked body, dangling his large prick. I 
had never known it to be so large and erect. I had never seen him so filled 
with wild enthusiasm. But to tell you the truth I was a bit frightened at 
this point because he was so different than I had ever known him to be 
before. Just where would this stop. I had no idea. There was absolutely no 
doubt in my mind that what had happened was that I had created a 
Frankenstein. 

His hard firm cock pushed deeply into my mouth. I had no choice but to 
surrender. 

"Suck on that big cock," he commanded me. I sucked hard with all my might. 

"Suck me like you were a vacuum cleaner," he said. 

I felt tired and weak. I was not used to sucking a man. As I had said 
before, it was usually me who derived the most pleasure from my customers. 
It was their job to give. It was mine to receive. For years I had loved it 
that way. I had loved the tingling sensation of a man's lips sucking on my 
clit for hours. 

Why had I suddenly thought that I would like it the other way. I pulled my 
mouth away. I was weak. I was tired from a long days work and I just 
couldn't keep on sucking any more. 

"Suck it you bitch," he said as he slapped my face. It was at that point, 
when he looked fiercely into my eyes that I could no longer resist. 

It was at that point I surrendered, letting go of my willfulness. Something 
inside of me let go. And I guess it was that which I really wanted all 
along. Suddenly I felt light and free. My whole body opened completely to 
this man. 

He was so different than I had ever known him to be before. I guess there 
was something that was suddenly that had opened up in him as well. 

He began pulling on my nipples very hard. At first it felt quite wonderful. 
But as he fiercely stretched the flesh I began to feel pain. 

"Eeew," stop that I begged. And I was serious. It was beginning to go to 
far. The look in his eyes was filled with glee. He loved the response he was 
getting from me. He dipped his hand back into my pussy. 

"Ah, now it's good and wet." He pulled hard on my clit. 

"Please, not so hard." 

"You love it, you bitch." 

He was right. I did love it. Not that it really felt so good at first. But I 
did love the way I felt as my whole being submitted totally to his touch. 

"You're driving me crazy," I cried. 

He began shoving his huge cock deep inside me. 

"Just shut up and start to enjoy it." 

I shut my eyes and let him take me. His balls pressed against my flesh. His 
cock was so hard. He moved it in and out .rhythmically. 

"Eeeewwwww...." I cried. 

"Don't come yet," he demanded. 

It was hard to hold my orgasm back. 

"If you come I'll beat you." 

"Eeew ... Please! Let me come." 

"Not yet:" 

"Please.." I begged again. 

But he was like a well trained master and he knew exactly how to keep me in 
control. 

The spasms in my cunt were extremely hard to hold back. It took great energy 
not to let go. 

"I'm going to shove my cock deep into your ass." 

"No, please. That's one thing I really hate." 

"That's exactly why I'm going to do it." 

"You bastard," I screamed. 

"You'll learn to love it. You'll learn to beg me to do it." 

"But you don't understand." 

"And what is that I don't understand?" 

"My asshole is very, very tight." 

"All the better. It will feel wonderful to my big cock.' He had it pressed 
now between my ass cheeks. My body quivered." 

"I've tried it. It doesn't work." 

"That's only because you've never allowed yourself to submit before." 

I knew he was right. But I wasn't sure if I had arrived at that level of 
submission required for him to get that full stiff cock deep into my hole. 

Softly he massaged the flesh around the opening. 

"Boy, you really are very tight." 

"You see. It will be impossible." 

"Now just relax," he told me. "You're lucky you got me in a good mood." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'm going to be easy with you." 

"Stuffing your big cock up my ass is not being easy." 

"If you can relax it may even feel good." Now, it was true that I had heard 
that there are many woman who really do enjoy getting fucked up the ass. But 
the way I figure it, you're either that type or you're not. It just didn't 
seem possible in my wildest imagination that I could ever get enjoyment from 
this. 

"There are plenty of chicks out there that love this kind of thing. Lots of 
them would give their eye teeth for me to fuck them in the ass." 

"Then why don't you go out there and find one and leave me alone. I think 
I've had enough for one session." 

"But that's just the thrill of the whole thing. You don't seem to 
understand. Do you?" 

"The truth of the matter is that I just don't think I could ever enjoy it." 

"And that's exactly what makes you seem so interesting to me right now. I 
guess I want to be able to show you something that you've never been into 
before." 

"Ah now I'm beginning to understand. You want some virgin ass." 

"Exactly." 

"Well, this is a business we're running here." 

"And what does that have to do with it." 

"Well, we charge for things like that." I was beginning to feel the pressure 
of his cock moving slowly into me. I figured this was no time to start 
negotiating business deals. So I just shut my eyes very tight and did 
everything I possibly could to brace myself. 

"Your body's much too tense." 

"Well what the hell do you want me to do." 

"Loosen up." 

"I can't I'm much too scared." 

At that point I think I started to cry. I guess that must have made me seem 
very soft and vulnerable to him. Now, everyone in this business knows me to 
be a hard tough woman. I guess my starting to cry like that was in some way 
a real turn on to him. 

"Ah come here," he said, holding me gently. 

His large muscular arms wrapped around my buxom chest. I suddenly felt 
secure and comfortable. But something inside of me started to pour out and I 
wailed like a baby." 

"Come on, relax. Take a few deep breaths," he told me. 

But my tears would not stop and I kept crying." 

"What's going on with you?" 

"I don't know." 

"Is it just that you're afraid of my big cock up your ass." 

"No. I think it's more than that. Much more." 

"Do you want to talk about it." 

"I just wish I knew what to say." 

"Think about how you feel," he said caressing my body softly. I loved the 
way he stroked my skin." 

"Do you know that your skin's like velvet and that you're very beautiful." 

"With my face all red and full of tears." 

"Yes, with your face all red and full of tears. I guess that when you cry 
like this I feel very close to you because it makes you seem much more 
vulnerable to me." 

I started to calm down. 

"Now I just want you to think about how you're feeling so that you can get 
more in touch with your feelings." 

"I feel frightened." 

"But I want to know why. You said it wasn't the physical pain that you 
feared so much." 

"That's true. It's more the fear of feeling of having real emotions." 

"Could you explain that a little better to me?" 

"Well, when you are forceful like the way you just were, I start to have 
these feelings of submission. It's like I have to give up my ego to you." 

"Well, what's wrong with that" 

"It's just that it makes me feel terribly vulnerable to you and I guess that 
is what frightens me so much." 

"Well, what is so wrong with feeling vulnerable." 

"I get all opened up inside. It's like I've lost my identity. I guess I feel 
that I've given myself up to you." 

"And if my cock was up your ass?" 

"Oh, God. Then I'd really have to surrender to you. It's not the physical 
pain of your big piece getting deep inside of me that I'm so terribly afraid 
of. I guess it's just the stuff I would have to do psychologically in order 
to allow for it." 

He seemed to know exactly what I meant. I guess he knew all this even before 
I told it to him. And maybe the reason he kept drawing me out in this way 
was that he was trying to get me to understand it for myself. 

"Now tell me again what you're really afraid of." 

"I'm afraid of getting attached to you. I'm afraid of needing you." 

"And what is so bad about that." 

"I'm afraid of getting hurt in the end." 

"Now I think you've hit the truth." I knew in my heart that what I had just 
said was an enormous breakthrough. I knew too that the reason I had become 
involved with prostitution in the first place was so that I could have sex 
without emotion. I had been cold and bold and dominant. I had only taken and 
never did I give anything that would not give me my own pleasure. 

But now something new had happened. I began to realize that there was never 
to be any pleasure for me again if I didn't allow myself to become open and 
to become vulnerable. I wanted desperately to feel. And I want to learn to 
play the part of the submissive woman. 

"It's going to take time for you," he told me. 

"Will you help me." 

"That I promise." 

"But will you never leave me." 

"I think maybe that's asking too much." 

"But don't you understand. That is my fear. I'm afraid of getting close and 
then becoming rejected." 

"You'll have to learn that everyone on earth has that fear. And you're going 
to have to learn how to deal with it. I think that's a part of what it means 
to be an adult. But owning me and my owning you will not give you the 
security that your looking for." 

"What do you mean." 

"Well, the truth is that no one can ever own another. And no one ever wants 
to be owned." 

"But there is something in me that wants to be your slave." 

"You want a situation where you can surrender totally and have the security 
of knowing that I own you. You think that will give you a feeling of 
permanence." 

"I can see the truth in what your saying. Right now I really understand your 
words." 

"The thing is how you'll feel an hour from now when I leave. 

He left and the hour passed. My mind was left in a terrible mess. I had 
feelings that I was unable to deal with. It was as though things I had 
suppressed for my whole life were now surfacing. One minute I felt insecure, 
the next I felt filled with lust. 

I even tried to go back to playing the dominant, holding power over the men 
who came to my brothel. But it was true that I no longer derived any 
happiness from it. For years I had taken pleasure in feeling like a man, 
going out and taking my lust from where I could; never caring emotionally. 
Never confusing love with sex. But now I felt that the submission that 
satisfied me now translated into the emotion of love and of trust. It was 
just something new in my life that I would have to deal with. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

When Bella returned to my office for her second interview she had what I 
would call a delicate quality about her. She seemed more gentle and far more 
relaxed. She was dressed in a floral print dress and wore a fragrance of 
heavy musk. As appealing as I had found her to be on our first interview, I 
was far more taken by her now. There was a radiant auro and her face was 
beaming. Since I met you the most wonderful developments have taken place in 
my life. First of all I have to tell you that yesterday I made the decision 
to leave the brothel. I managed to sell the company to Marcy who has really 
gotten into the whole scene. She's absolutely delighted. I give her fifteen 
years to come to the state I've gotten to. 

Part of me feels like a submissive slave. Then there's this other part of me 
that feels like a real adult for the first time in my life. I feel in 
control about what's going on around me. I feel I can make decisions and 
change things if I want. 

First let me tell you what happened sexually with me and my master. I call 
him my master, not because he really owns me all the time. I mean he 
wouldn't want it that way. He really wants to give me my freedom and I want 
to give him his. But there is something wonderful that has happened to our 
relationship. What I mean is that I have really gotten to the point where I 
can submit my whole being totally to him. 

But the best part of all is the way he has been able to train me. Not only 
has he trained me physically. But he has trained me emotionally as well. 

What I'm saying is that he's taught me how to have detachment. Or perhaps I 
should say when we're together we're attached. When we're apart we're 
detached. I guess that's the only way things can really work anyway. 

But what I want to tell you about is how he really got me to submit to him 
physically.. 

He called me at home one night. I was really very surprised to hear from him 
as he usually reached me at the brothel. 

"How come you're calling me at home?" I asked him. 

"I'm no longer your customer, Bella." 

I guess I had to getting paid for my services. After all, that was how I 
made my living. 

It was really a very weird and strange feeling for me to have a customer who 
was able to get me at home, and I have to admit there was a feeling that my 
privacy was being evaded. "How's your ass?" 

"What kind of thing is that to ask?" Something inside of me felt indignant. 
I was also getting real defensive at the same time. 

"How would you like me to come over right now and make you feel real good.?" 
he asked me. 

What is this, a busman's holiday, I thought to myself. 

"I don't think I want to see anyone right now." 

"Come on. Wouldn't you like to get laid?" 

"I don't know." My defenses were dropping. At least I hadn't said no. I 
guess he knew he was getting his foot in the door. 

"Wait until you see what I'm going to do to you," he said. From the tone of 
his voice I could just tell that he was pumping hard on his big cock even as 
we talked over the phone. 

"You want to tell me," I said. 

I guess the thought of him jerking off on the other end of the phone, even 
without my actually seeing him doing it, was enough to get me extremely 
excited right now. 

"What are you wearing?" he asked me in a real sexy tone. 

"Just, my lace panties." 

"And what color are they." 

"Black." 

"I love it when you wear black. But even better I love it when you wear 
nothing and I can see the soft blond hair on your cunt." 

"Do you want me to take my panties off?" I asked, as though I didn't know 
the answer. 

"I want you to take them off right now." 

I stretched the elastic over my hip and down my long lean thighs. 

"Now I want you to dip your fingers into your twat and really get yourself 
hot." 

"I am hot." 

"But I want you to make yourself real wet." 

I began working on my clit, rubbing the little red knob very gently. I felt 
it begin to grow and stir now right under my well manicured fingers. 

"What's happening," he asked. 

"My clit is getting excited. It's kind of twitching." 

"And what else?" 

"Well, I feel I want your cock deep inside my pussy." 

"And what else?" 

"I want to feel your big cock twisting very hard deep inside of me." 

"Is that all you want?" 

"I want to feel you sucking on my nipples." 

"And are those lovely pink nipples hard right now?" 

"Extremely." 

"And how do you feel?" 

"I'm wet. I'm hot and if you don't get over here in a few minutes, I think 
I'll just die." 

"But are you ready for me to get into your ass." All of a sudden something 
inside of me held back. I got a nervous frightened feeling. It was starting 
all over again and I didn't want it to. With all my heart I wanted to 
surrender to this man. Getting fucked up the ass would really mean that. I 
wanted him to take me in that way, just so that I could prove it to myself 
that I was really capable of surrender. 

"Tell me. Are you ready for my big cock to go up that little sweet ass?" 

I was very silent. My hand probed the hole to my ass. I wondered if it was 
even physically possible. 

"Tell me. Do you think you have enough trust in me. Do you believe me when I 
say I care about you and only want to bring you pleasure." 

"Yes," I told him. "Of course I do. I believe that with all my heart." 

"Then you have nothing to worry about." 

"Look I really want you to come over. But I'm not sure I'm ready to have 
anal sex just yet." 

"I'll be over in a little while. But I don't want you to move. Stay exactly 
where you are until I come to the door." 

I hung up the phone and remained on my bed. The satin sheets felt cool and 
wonderful under my bare skin. But I was so hot and excited from the 
conversation we had just had that I continued to play with my clit. 

It really felt wonderful. I watched my image on the mirror beside my bed. I 
looked at my perfect smooth ass and parted it a bit. With my other hand I 
probed the hole of my ass. 

Then I reached over to the end table beside my bed and got a jar of hand 
cream. I filled my hand with it and started rubbing it into the hole of my 
cute behind. It felt rather goood and I kept doing this. I figured that 
eventually, that I continued playing with my clit. Even if it wasn't to be 
that night, he would want to get deep inside of me and the think that I had 
to do now was to try to get myself as used to it as possible. 

The doorbell rang. I couldn't believe that he was arriving so early. I 
pulled on a pink silk robe and ran to greet him. 

There he stood. I looked up at his handsome face and realized he was my 
special lover. He was dressed casually in jeans and an old work shirt. I had 
never seen him looking so good. Usually he came straight from work and was 
dressed in a three piece suit. 

He smiled at me, said nothing and came in. He put his arms around my hips 
and drew me very close. I could feel his hard on pushing into me. I reached 
up and kissed his neck. His face needed a shave. But I loved the way he 
looked that way. It gave him this appearance of being rough and manly. As he 
twisted my nipples, that were hard and taut, I knew it wasn't a superficial 
impression. Then, suddenly he started moving back and me hard to my knees. 

"Suck my big cock," he said as he opened his fly. His big cock came bulging 
out. 

"God I love this cock," I told him. 

"You love to suck it, don't you?" 

"More than anything in the whole world." 

That was the last thing I said as I took the big hunk of throbbing meat into 
my mouth. 

First, I gently licked the tip. I loved the taste and the feel of it. I 
swirled my tongue around, teasing just a little. It seemed to to a rather 
long length as I sucked it deep inside. The feel of it inside was great. But 
then as he became more and more excited it stretched to the very back of my 
mouth deep into my throat. 

"Just relax," he said gently. 

I knew at this point I had to let go of my will to allow his cock to go to 
an area I was not used to having it. But I knew it felt very wonderful to 
him and that was enough to get me to do it. It slid down nicely now. His fat 
cock was pulsating hard inside my wet mouth and my saliva was gushing all 
over. 

Then for a moment he pulled out. I took a deep breath and tried to recover 
quickly. I didn't know quite why he had pulled out. I was just getting 
comfortable with it and now I really wanted to get into the sucking. 

"Get up a little," he told me. 

Now I got frightened. I thought for sure he wanted my ass. 

But he must have seen me trembling as he knew exactly what I had on my mind. 

"No. I'm not going to take you there yet," he said knowingly. 

"Alright." 

"So just relax." 

He took his cock and started rubbing it into my breast. It was the most 
erotic feeling and I really loved his doing it. Then he slid his huge piece 
right between my breasts. 

"Push your tits together and hug my cock!" he demanded. 

I did exactly as he said. The sight of my full breasts wrapped tightly 
around his spear was a real turn on for me. His piece was still nice and 
slick from having been in my mouth and it slid through my valley so 
beautifully. 

"Now turn over he commanded." 

I did exactly what he said and got down now on "Please don't hurt me," I 
begged him. 

"Don't worry. I'm not going to get into your ass so fast." But I tell you, I 
was ready for anything. It was just so good and wonderful to be with him. I 
new I had reached a new level of trust. I was not at all frightened by the 
physical pain that might result. 

"If it hurts at all it will only be temporary," he told me. 

I really felt as though I was in the hands of a professional. 

"You can do anything to me that you want," I said. I could hardly believe 
that I had said this. But I guess it was exactly how I felt now. 

"Just stay relaxed. 

"If it hurts will you pull out." 

"No, that would only be worse. You'll see. It's going to be alright. I'll be 
very careful. So don't worry." 

I didn't flinch. Not even for a second did I hold back. Something in me felt 
very relaxed and very much at ease." 

"Do you feel this?" He had his hard cock right at the tip of my anus. I was 
totally ready. Suddenly he slid in about an inch. I sure was glad that I had 
lubricated my asshole with some cream. 

All of a sudden I felt his huge throbbing cock slide deep inside of me. It 
was the most unusual sensation of my life. 

"Eeeew, it hurts," I screamed. 

"Just relax," he told me, holding my breasts. 

"It hurts. Please take it out." His throbbing cock held still. He didn't 
move at all. 

"Are you alright?" he asked. 

"I'm not sure." The truth of the matter was that my ass was really starting 
to relax and his cock began to feel comfortable. 

But the interesting thing was that it was a psychological surrender that was 
really necessary for my ass the most. You know, feeling so surrendered and 
so submissive to this wonderful man. 

Then suddenly he started moving back and forth. And that felt good too. The 
longer he stayed inside me the more I loved it. 

"I want to fuck this ass like this every day, he told me. I knew it was the 
beginning of meaningful relationship. 

The beginning of the end. My end. It was the start of my pleasure. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

SUBJECT: LINDA L. AGE: Thirty-two 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Linda came to see me shortly after she was raped. The report said that she 
had developed a terrible phobia to men and I was to try and help her 
overcome this problem. 

When she arrived for her first interview I recognized at once that she was 
timid and scared. Her posture was poor and she was rather shabbily dressed. 
She gave a rather disorderly, unkempt impression and was not particularly 
attractive by my standards. Yet, if one looked closer, it was apparent that 
much could be done to change this. She would never be a ravishing beauty. 
But she did have rather large, well formed breasts. It was obvious that she 
wore no bra beneath her tight T-shirt, and I always find this most 
appealing. 

Her waist is small and she does have a rather nice, tight, boyish ass that 
looked good in the faded blue jeans that she was wearing. 

I was really hesitant to come to see you today. I thought several times of 
calling you yesterday to cancel the appointment I had made. But something 
inside of me said that would just be cowardly. I really needed to talk to 
someone. 

My experience of rape has caused me a great deal of pain and there are very 
few people I know who I can confide in about this. I think that most people 
who know about what happened to me think that there was something I had done 
to lure the rapist. That is absolutely untrue and it is very unfair of any 
of my friends to think such things. 

One of the reasons that the whole situation has caused me so much 
humiliation is that my picture made the front page of the local newspaper. 
And my name made the headlines as well. So, everyone around me knows the 
whole story. 

Let me tell you exactly what happened. You see the guy who raped me is 
someone I know. There's this guy Ronnie who is a friend of my old boyfriend. 
When Joel and I were going together Ronnie had just broken up with his 
girlfriend. Joel kind of felt sorry for him, so Ronnie went everywhere with 
us. 

To tell you the truth, even though I thought he was a nice guy, it was 
starting to get on my nerves having him always around. I tried to put up a 
good front because of Joel. I mean this was his best friend and I didn't 
want to come on as some kind of a bitch. 

But what really got to me was when Joel was out of town on business one 
week-end, Ronnie made some kind of an excuse to come over for dinner. 
Actually he said that Joel had asked him to fix something in the apartment 
while he was gone. I didn't know anything at all about this. But I didn't 
want to come on as some kind of a paranoid so I told him it was perfectly 
alright. I was cooking something while he was in the house and he kept 
saying how great he thought it smelled, taking little tastes, so I finally 
invited him to have dinner with me. 

I kept getting this strange feeling that he was going to make a pass at me. 
But something inside of me said to get the idea out of my head. But , the 
more I tried to fight my thoughts about him coming on to me, the more the 
idea kept cropping up. It was like the subject was in the air. We were real 
quiet all through dinner. Neither of us hardly said a word. I made a few 
jokes to try and cut the seriousness of the mood. But it was as though he 
was very deep in thought. I can't tell you how frightened I was about it. I 
finally told him that I was tired and I wanted to get to bed. And that's 
when he made his move. 

"Do you mind if I join you," he asked. You know I almost felt relieved. 
Finally he had said just what I was afraid of and I realized, at least, that 
it wasn't such a paranoid thought that I had. 

"You've got to be crazy," I told him. 

"Why, I think it would be great. You've had a thing for me for a long time. 
And I've been pretty hot for you myself." 

That made me furious. It was never true. I mean I was really in love with my 
boyfriend. Well, I have to say that I was in love with Joel until Ronnie 
told me a few facts about things they had been doing that I knew nothing 
about. 

"You know I've been pretty horny since I broke up with Alice. And Joel's 
been real helpful to me." 

"Oh really," I said. I wanted to hear the whole story now. 

"Oh yeah. Joel's been great. He's been letting me do a lot of things that 
you have no idea about." 

"What do you mean by that?" He was making it sound like Joel was his Lord 
and Master. I couldn't imagine what he meant. 

"Well, I don't know it but there's a two way mirror in your bedroom." I knew 
that Joel had just installed a full mirror on the wall of our bedroom so 
that we could watch ourselves when we make love. But I was absolutely 
shocked to hear that it was a two way mirror. 

"Oh yeah. You can go right upstairs now and check it." I didn't move. I was 
just waiting to hear the rest of this. "Lots of times when you two would be 
in there making love, Joel would let me watch through the other room." 

"You're full of shit. I don't believe you." 

"I can show you pictures if you want." 

"You bastard," I screamed and began hitting him left and right. 

"Hey. Hold on. I can tell you a few other things too." 

"Well I don't want to hear. I can't believe Joel would ever do anything like 
that." 

"I'll tell you I had a pretty good time watching. I guess there is a bit of 
voyeur in all of us." 

"Your sick." 

"I heard a few of the fantasies you've had and if you ask me some of them 
sound pretty kinky. So I don't know what you're trying to hide." 

I had remembered that one night Joel made me tell him all kinds of 
fantasies. I guess the ones I had I didn't think to be so special. I mean 
I've thought of doing it in places where people could catch you and things 
like that. But when he asked me to tell him all about them I decided I'd 
make some up. 

"I think I'd like to do a threesome," I said. 

"Oh yeah," he said, intrigued. "Would you prefer two women or two men?" 

I guess I'm sort of the jealous type. So I told him I'd prefer to do it with 
two men. Actually, when I talked about it with him it did sound a bit 
exciting to say the least. 

"How about if we included Ronnie," Joel suggested. I wasn't really thinking 
about him. But since this was his best friend I didn't want him to be 
offended so I said alright. 

"Yeah, that would be O.K." I never thought once that he would take me 
seriously. But now Ronnie told me that he had promised to let him join in 
our bed. 

Well, there wasn't much time now to discuss it all. Ronnie saw he was 
getting no where fast with me. So what he did was start to pull off my 
clothes. He's a lot bigger and a lot stronger than I am, so I really wasn't 
able to defend myself. 

Before I knew it, I was stripped naked. He carried me up to the bedroom and 
threw me down on the bed. He pulled open his fly and revealed his large 
hungry cock. In a sense I have to admit to the fact that I enjoyed his 
aggressiveness. You see, even though my boyfriend is a wonderful lover, I 
have never found him to be extremely exciting. It's never one of those mad 
passionate things. It's always rather cool and comfortable, if you know what 
I mean. 

"You fucking bitch. Spread those legs," he said holding his enormous cock in 
his hands. He was pulling on it hard and I could see that he could hardly 
wait now to get inside my twat. 

The really strange thing about the whole thing to me was the fact that my 
cunt was all of a sudden dripping wet. Maybe I didn't want to admit it to 
myself but I was suddenly turned on in a way I have never been in my whole 
life. 

"I'm really going to ram this cock into you." 

"You prick," I screamed. "Scream and I'll jam it in your mouth." 

"You fucking bastard," I yelled. In a moment my mouth was stuffed shut. "Now 
suck," you little princess. "I'll show you what sex is all about. 

"Eeeew," I moaned. I swear I hated him in that moment. But how can I explain 
to you that I also loved it at the same time. 

"Suck me baby. Suck that big dick of mine." 

Something inside of me made me surrender to his strength. Something inside 
of me told me that I would have nothing to feel guilty about since I was 
made to have sex against my will. I was overcome by his forcefulness. It 
made me feel that he was extremely manly. And in a strange way, even though 
he was very threatening to me, I felt as though I was safe and protected by 
him. 

So, I have to admit that my submission came easy. I stretched my legs wide 
apart. My twat was hungry for him now. 

"That's a good baby," he told me. 

The big cock slipped in easily. 

""How does that feel," he said, knowing damn well his huge cock was making 
my cunt throb and that it felt great. 

I couldn't believe how fast he brought me to climax. I was screaming it felt 
so powerful and good. I kind of wished that I had held it in. I mean I was 
sorry that I had given him the satisfaction of knowing how damn good it was. 

The next day I reported it to the police. Now, possibly you may think that 
because I enjoyed his fucking me that it really wasn't rape. But the truth 
is that I did suffer a great deal psychologically. For one thing, when my 
boyfriend came back and I told him what happened, he was really furious. But 
who do you think he blamed? You'd think he'd blame Ronnie. Hell, no. He went 
and blamed me. The fucking bastard. 

I guess I lost a lot of self confidence after we broke up. I've stopped 
taking care of myself in a lot of ways. Maybe I'm trying hard not to attract 
any guys. It's like I've become a little paranoid and don't feel as though I 
can trust men any more. 

But another thing that has happened that really worries me more than 
anything else is the fact that I now feel that I'm very attracted to 
aggressive rough looking me. It's like I'm looking to have an affair with 
someone like Ronnie. Sometimes I even fantasize about being raped. I guess 
that's the part that's worrying me the most right now. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

When Linda returned for her second interview, I noticed a marked change in 
her appearance. She was dressed in hot pink jeans and a rather revealing 
pink silk shirt. There was no doubt in my mind just from the observance of 
what she had on that discussing her so called rape had alleviated much of 
the guilt which she seemed to have. 

I could tell that she was quite anxious and happy to see me and discuss her 
progress, since she did arrive early for our session. 

Just talking to you last week has changed my head around about so many 
things. I guess just listening to myself talk made me realize that I was 
carrying around a lot of extra baggage. What I mean is that there really was 
no reason for me to feel so guilty about what went on with me and Ronnie. 

I'm still not willing to say that what happened was anything but rape, even 
if the officials refuse to call it that. I've tried to press charges. But by 
now the whole thing seems useless. 

I guess the thing I have to do now is just deal with what has been going on 
inside my own head and to stop thinking about retribution. And what I 
finally realized is that I do need a more forceful man in my life. I do need 
a man who is extremely aggressive in bed. So maybe it is just as well that 
things haven't worked out with Joel. 

What I've decided to do now is to go out and really try and get what I want. 
I've decided to stop hiding form the world. Well, it's only the beginning. 

 CONCLUSION 

There is no doubt in my mind that Linda is going to be very successful in 
getting all that she wants. The important thing was for her to recognize her 
own needs. Now that she has done that she will have to go about giving out 
the right signals to the world. By this I mean that she will have to 
communicate what she really wants and not what society has made her believe 
to be the proper thing. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: LOUISE S. AGE: Twenty-five 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Louise came to see me with what she thought to be an enormous problem. It 
seemed that her taste in men had suddenly changed. Since she had just been 
married for a rather short time she really did not know what to do regarding 
her husband. 

Louise is a rather beautiful young woman who would turn any head. She has 
long flowing hair that is the color of golden wheat. Her figure is lean yet 
voluptuous. Her features are small and perfect and her ways are extremely 
graceful. There was no doubt in my mind that she was a highly sexed, erotic 
woman whose needs must be satisfied. 

It took me a long time to get up the nerve to come and see you. I have heard 
from many of my friends, some of whom suffer from the same type of guilt 
that I'm now burdened with, that you have been extremely helpful. 

As I told you on the phone, I have only been married a short time. I met my 
husband on a vacation I took to Europe. He comes from a very good Italian 
family who live in Northern Italy. John is extremely good looking and I have 
to admit that I was very attracted to him as soon as we met. We look like 
very different types. I am very fair with blond hair and he is very dark. I 
guess opposites attract. But I had no idea that we were such different types 
inside. 

Now, I have always been very into sex. I can't say that I'm really 
promiscuous. But I really do like to get it on a lot. I just assumed that 
all Italians were good lovers. At least that was the reputation I always 
thought they had. 

You may find this very hard to believe, but I never slept with my husband 
before the day we were married. Let me try and explain just how this 
happened. 

First of all you have to understand that most of the time we were courting 
it was done through letters and over the telephone. He had to stay in Italy 
because of his business. For a while I thought I would give up my modeling 
career in New York and go over there to live with him. I really wasn't that 
anxious to settle down. I had a lot of hesitations about actually getting 
married. But his letters were so beautiful and we had had such a wonderful 
week together when I was there, that he decided to come to the States. At 
first it was just for a visit. But soon he decided that he really did want 
to marry me and commit himself to me so we finally did take the vows. Oh, 
gosh. It was all so crazy. Everything happened so terribly fast that there 
wasn't any time to think. 

Now that I think back on it all I realize that is exactly how he wanted it. 
What I'm saying is that there is no doubt in my mind that what was happening 
was that he was giving me the rush. 

The fact that we never had sex together was really the part I knew I'd have 
trouble explaining to you. Actually, I think I have to make a little 
confession here. I just had this crazy feeling that if we had sex together 
the whole thing would turn into one of those fly by night affairs. I had had 
so much of that over the past year that I really wanted to change my life. 
So I played a game. And I guess I won, because I did get this damn marriage 
band around my little finger. But in a much greater sense I guess I have to 
admit to the fact that I lost. 

You see, John turned out to be a real dud in bed. Oh, yes, he's gentle and 
sweet and maybe there are lots of woman who would have adored having him. 
But there was always something missing. I always felt empty and unsatiated 
afterwards. 

Now, I did have climaxes. And there were times that I did have multi 
orgasms. But that's not what I'm talking about. After all, it is possible to 
have that with a vibrator if you wanted to. I guess I just never felt that I 
was really with a man who was deeply physical and erotic. 

One night, after we had made love I decided to do something that was really 
crazy. It was a hot summer night and the air conditioner had gone off in the 
apartment. I made this excuse that I wanted to go out and take a walk to get 
some fresh air. 

"I'll go with you, darling," John said. 

"No, John. For some reason I really feel like being alone tonight " He was 
worried about my being on the streets alone. But finally I convinced him. I 
left the apartment knowing exactly where I was going and what I was going to 
do. 

I headed for Park Avenue and thirty-third. I knew that was a neighborhood 
where hookers walked the streets. It took a very short time before a car 
stopped and picked me up. 

It was a Mercedes sports car so I knew this was no poor slob. When he asked 
me what I charged for a blow-job I told him seventy five. 

"You've got to be crazy," he told me. "That's how much I pay for a whole 
night." 

"It's also what you probably pay for a cigar." He agreed and took me to the 
river. 

I'd say he was a guy no more than thirty-five. Even in the dim light I could 
tell he was extremely handsome. I was anxious to see his cock. I waited for 
him to unzip his fly and pull it out. 

It was a good size, very thick. He took me by the hair and pushed me down. 

"Suck me good you cunt." 

My mouth was full to the brim. But I was so excited that I could feel the 
juices beginning to run down my thigh. 

As I sucked on him I started to rub on my clit. I figured that I might as 
enjoy it as much as him. 

"Use your hands he commanded in a strong masculine way." I wrapped my 
fingers around the stem of his cock and rubbed his piece up and down as I 
sucked. 

"Eeew, that feels good." 

My mouth was full of saliva and I was slurping a little. 

I can't begin to tell you how exciting it was for me to be sucking the 
enormous cock of this fabulous strange man. It was a situation that really 
let me release my inhibitions in a way I hadn't done for years. 

Perhaps being married to John had put me a position where I wanted to play 
the perfect wife. And I guess for him that means like the blessed mother. 

"A proper woman wouldn't dress like that," he would tell me if I put on a 
low cut dress that showed off my deep cleavage and full breasts. 

If I was to act at all erotic in bed he would suddenly grow limp. 

"Lets fuck in front of a mirror," I said one night. 

He was so shocked at that one that he never said a word. 

I thought it would be great fun for both of us to watch the way our bodies 
moved together. In fact all the sex manuals I had read recently that told of 
bringing joy into your bedroom had suggested the use of mirrors. They said 
it brought a certain dignity to the sexual experience. Watching the full 
penis mount into a hungry cunt could only be an enormous turn on. And that 
little suggestion was just a small idea compared to the other wonderful 
things I had in mind. 

But unfortunately my ideas really turned Jon off instead of on and there was 
nothing I could have done to change him of this. I figured it vas just 
because of his strict background. You know, the way he was brought up." 

"Maybe we're just different sexual types," I suggested to him late one 
afternoon when we had woken up rather late. We were still in bed. He had a 
slight hard on. I guess he figured I was going to start massaging and 
kneading on his piece, just the way I always did on Saturday mornings. 

"What do you mean we're different sexual types," he said rather indignantly. 

"I don't think we have the same level of appetite for sex." I was sitting 
right beside him looking sexy and beautiful in a sheer pink negligee. My 
breasts were swelling and my nipples were pink and hard. I felt rather horny 
and was almost willing to put my hand to my pussy and begin to rub. But then 
I figured he would probably think that perverse. 

Then all of a sudden something inside of me said what the hell. If I want to 
get it off and come I might as well. And if he thought it perverse and 
dirty, that was his problem, not mine. After all, as far as I was concerned, 
sex was only really good when it was hot, perverse and dirty. And if I was 
to go into any more explanations of why we were different sexual types, it 
would only make me angry and turn me off. 

"What are you doing," John said as he saw me rubbing my hot pussy. The 
juices were really flowing. 

I rolled my head back and continued rubbing. I came real hard and let out a 
little scream. I think what made him so mad now was that I could come even 
if he didn't help me out. I guess it was at that moment that I decided to 
stop pretending about my sexuality. I was going to start pleasing myself and 
getting what I wanted no matter what. 

So when I sat by the river in the strange man's car, sucking him good and 
hard until my mouth was real sore, I felt great. Mostly because I knew this 
guy was a hot as me. I knew that I had found someone who wouldn't put me 
down for my passion and my lust. He was real turned on. His cock was very 
beautiful. I could feel his cock twitching inside my mouth, growing longer 
and harder as I sucked. 

"Oh, God. what you're doing to me feels so damn good." 

It was really turning me on now that I knew He liked what I was doing. 

"Use those hands," he demanded. 

I rapped the fingers of my left hand around the stem of his huge piece. 

"Use your other hand too," he said, rolling his head back. I looked up a 
minute, still sucking on him hard. The look on his face was just exquisite. 

His look of pleasure, passion and total enjoyment was really making my twat 
twitch over and over again. My French jeans were getting real wet. I could 
feel the moisture between my pussy lips. I pulled down the zipper of my 
tight pants. 

"Use that other hand," he commanded again. 

So I wrapped my right hand firmly around the shaft of his throbbing cock 
now. The whole piece was very slick and very wet from all the sucking I had 
done. The juices of my mouth were flowing as much as the juices of my cunt. 

I clutched his shaft and rubbed it up and down real hard as I continued 
sucking at the same time. 

"Eeeew," he cried. I think you're driving me crazy. 

I wanted to tell him how much I loved doing it. I wanted to tell him that I 
had never enjoyed sucking on a big hard cock so much in my whole life. And 
the truth was that if I had said this it would not be only because it was a 
moment of intense excitement for me, but rather because it was the total 
complete truth. I loved the taste of this man's piece. But most of all I 
loved the wonderful way it was responding to me. 

"Ah, yes. I'm coming." 

I really wanted to start working on my own wet pussy. And surely I would 
have by now, if only I had another hand. Then suddenly I realized that what 
we really needed was another cock. 

"Don't stop," he pleaded. Please don't stop. Just another minute and I'm 
going to come real hard. Eeew." he cried. 

It was a wonderful feeling to know that I was giving this man so much 
pleasure. I knew I was good at sucking cock. All these months with John had 
really had me lose a lot of my confidence and now I was getting it back. 

But there was one thing I had learned from John, and I was determined not to 
forget my lesson. That lesson was to get my own satisfaction from a man as 
well as get it. 

But what could I do now. He was about to come in my mouth. How was I to know 
that he could go on and on like that all night. I had no way of telling what 
a wonderful sexual athlete this man really was. 

I figured that once he came that would be it. It would be all over for the 
night. I would have to take my money and go home to the loneliness of being 
with John. 

"Don't stop," he said again, as I slowly slid my mouth out of the embrace of 
his gorgeous cock. 

I continued stroking him with my hand. There was so much saliva on his rod 
that it made a wonderful squishing sound. His balls were very hard and full 
as I stroked them gently. 

"Why did you stop," he said. I took a deep breath and was silent for a 
minute. 

"Oh, you poor thing," he said with great compassion. 

I looked back at him with big eyes. 

"You must be exhausted," he said so compassionately. 

"Very. I just need to catch my breath." 

The truth was that I was biding my time, trying to think of some excuse to 
get him back to his place where I could take him around the world. 

"Would you like to go back to my place," he asked. 

I guess I reacted as though I was surprised. But actually he had read my 
mind. I don't know why, but something inside of me was acting like I was 
real shy. I think I suspected that this kind of man needed this. He reacted 
well to woman who needed his protection. 

"Oh, I don't know if I can do that," I told him. 

"I'll pay you more. Lots more." 

"It's not the money," I told him. "Your not like most street walkers," he 
told me. 

"You bet your life I'm not." He started the engine of the car and began to 
back up. 

"Where are we going?" I asked him. "You'll see." 

"Are we going back to your place," I asked. "No." 

"And why not?" 

"Oh, have you changed your mind now?" 

"Could you just tell me where we're going. I'd really like to know." 

"You'll see. It's going to be a surprise." 

"Are we going back to your apartment?" 

"No, darling. I wouldn't force any one to do anything they didn't want to 
do." 

I sat back and decided to enjoy the ride. We said nothing to each other. Not 
a word. I drifted off to a dreamy space. 

"I like women who are nice and quiet," he told me. "They remind me of cats." 

He had a soft deep voice I loved to hear him talk. There was something about 
him that made me feel very safe and secure inside. I realized how good I 
felt as we approached the beach. 

"Have you ever been here before," he asked. 

"Never at night." 

"It's very beautiful and quiet." 

The weather was very warm. There was only a gentle breeze from the ocean. 

"Come with me he said as he opened up his door. 

He led me through the sand. The only light was from the sparkling stars 
above. It seemed that every star and planet was sinning bright. But the moon 
was at its smallest phase. There was something wonderfully haunting and 
mysterious about this. 

You cannot imagine what an incredible adventure all of this was to me. How I 
had hungered for some mystery and some excitement in my life. The fantasy of 
being on a white sandy beach lit only by the stars and a sliver of moon 
above was enough to rush the blood flowing through me. 

Who this man was, I did not know. Nor did I care. I had taken such an 
incredible risk to pick him up, to enter into his car, to suck his huge 
cock, that I knew was still hard. 

It was a wonderful idea of mine to prolong the evening. I felt as though 
there was some cloud of mystery and eroticism that had enveloped us. And I 
knew too that this feeling was not just mine, but that he was experiencing 
the same fabulous thrill of divine enchantment. "Take your clothes off," he 
suddenly demanded. 

The weather was very warm even though we were reaching closer to the ocean. 
His voice was so deep and firm that I did not stop to question him. 

He had quickly slipped out of his pants and underwear, revealing a 
magnificent muscular and firm body. He really was an athlete. There was no 
doubt about that. 

For I had never seen legs like that on a man - any man. 

He started pumping on his hard cock as I slowly stripped out of my clothes. 
I moved rather slowly in order to prolong the excitement I was giving him. 

Take your blouse off first," he told me. 

I did exactly what he said, unbuttoning one button after another. I pulled 
the sheer silk off my arms and threw it on to the sand. 

"Now your bra," he said. I could tell from the look on his face that he was 
really getting off on this slow strip tease. 

I slowly undid my bra that opened from the front. My full breasts swelled in 
front of them. 

I looked down and noticed that my nipples were about an inch long, tighter 
than they had ever been before. 

"I want to see you play with yourself," he told me. He was still pumping 
very hard on his cock. 

"Just don't come yet," I told him. I guess the tone of my voice sounded a 
bit desperate. But the truth of the matter was that I yearned to have that 
big hard cock throbbing and twisting deep inside my honey pot. 

"Don't worry about me. I can come a dozen times." 

"So can I," I told him. 

I could see he was really getting off on that now. But still I wanted him to 
save ever drop of his precious come for my hungry pussy. 

"Come on. I want to see you play with yourself." 

It was at that point that I started to take off my tight jeans." 

"No don't do that yet. We have time for that." 

"Then how do you expect me to play with myself if I don't take off my 
pants." 

""Slow, darling. Everything slow." 

"I still don't understand how I'm going to get inside my pussy if I don't 
take my jeans and panties off." 

"Are your panties real wet." 

"Yes. They are." 

"Just how wet are they?" he asked. 

"They feel like they're soaking." 

"That's good. But you'll have to wait a lot longer until I let you touch 
your sweet pussy. Slow, darling. Everything real slow. I want to really see 
you enjoy yourself, like you've never done before." 

This man was so incredibly wonderful. I felt like I had fallen deeply in 
love. Oh, sure, I knew the difference between love and lust. Some people say 
that you can't have both at the same time. But after my dismal experience 
with my husband John, I've come to believe that they both have to go 
together. At least, for me I don't think I could love a man for very long if 
he didn't really turn me on. After a short time it would only lead to 
enormous frustration. But now, standing half naked on this beautiful beach, 
I was quite certain that I had met my sexual match. 

The fact that this man, whose name I didn't even know, was so deeply 
interested in satisfying my every sexual desire was so thrilling to me. And 
so far he hadn't even asked me to take my pants off and I thought that I'd 
go crazy. 

"Now just tell me something plain and simple," I said to him. 

"And what's that," he answered. 

"Just tell me how I'm supposed to play with myself if you won't even let me 
get to my soaking wet twat?" 

"I want to see you play with your breasts for a while." 

"Eeew, that's nice," I said raising my hand to my right nipple. 

"Both hands," he told me. 

I raised both hands now to my hard nipples that were at least an inch long. 
How filled with excitement I felt. How sensual the tips of my full breasts 
felt now as I twisted and played with them softly. 

"Pull those nipples hard he told me." 

I squeezed just a bit. 

"Like this?" I said. 

"No honey. Hard. Pull them until they look like taffy-" 

I started doing as he said. "Even harder now." 

"But that hurts." 

"Take a deep breath. You'll see. You'll get used to it. "Again I followed 
his instructions. At first it felt rather tender around my nipples. Very 
tender. 

But as I continued. I started to get into it. I felt the pulsating twitching 
of my clit begin to increase. 

"You see," he said knowingly." 

"Yeah." 

"Feels goood doesn't it?" 

"Eeew yeah. It feels great." 

"O.K. Don't stop keep doing what I tell you. 

"I will. I'll do anything you tell me. 

There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that this man was a highly skilled 
professional when it came to sex and that he knew exactly what he was doing. 
I only wondered how the hell he knew so much. 

"Harder," he insisted. 

He was taking me beyond my limits. There was no doubt about it. "Pull those 
big titties." 

"I pulled harder and harder, each time yearning that the huge cock that he 
was now pumping and which was growing harder and fuller, would start 
stirring inside my cunt. Oh, my pussy felt hungry now. But I knew that I 
just had to be very patient. I knew that I had to wait for him and that it 
would not be long, at least not longer than that night before all that I 
yearned and hoped for would come to pass. 

"Lift those nipples to your mouth and let me see you suck." 

For a moment I really was quite startled. I had never even thought of doing 
such a thing before. Sucking on my own nipples did not seem like even a 
possibility. For although my breasts were extremely full, I never imagined, 
now that he asked that they would reach all the way to my mouth. 

Again he instructed me to lift my nipples to my mouth. There was a bit of 
impatience in his voice and I had the definite feeling that if I did not 
cooperate with him now that he might have a shorter fuse than I imagined. I 
didn't want to see him explode verbally. I only wanted to see the explosion 
of his cock. And in order to get that far I knew that I would have to agree 
to his ever command. 

"Oh, gosh. I can't believe this," I said as my nipples slipped very easily 
into my tight little mouth. It felt kind of funny at first as I sucked. 

"Feel good," he asked . I could tell just by the tone of his voice that he 
was really getting hot. "I love woman with big full breasts," he said. 

I was so hot and excited that something made my other hand reach for the 
zipper of my jeans. 

"That's a good girl," he told me as I undid the zipper. 

My hand dipped beneath my lace panties into the crack of my cunt. 

"Eeew that feels great," I moaned. 

"Keep rubbing," he told me. 

But for one moment I disobeyed. I had stopped rubbing in order to take my 
jeans all the way off. After all they were getting in my way now. I wanted 
to be able to dip my hands in totally and deeply. I wanted to fill up my hot 
pussy that was now running with juices the way it had never done before in 
all my life. If there was a stick around I know I would have used it, 
shoving and thrusting it all the way up, in and out until I came real hard 
and was finally satisfied. Actually, I had reached the point where if I had 
only massaged my clit a little more I would have climaxed fabulously. 

But for some reason right now I really wanted to have my body totally 
uncovered. I guess I wanted to have him thrill in the beauty of my perfect 
shape. I felt just like a vixen by the beach. The sound of the rushing waves 
against the shore was enough to bring this mermaid to satisfaction. 

"I think you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" he told me. I 
knew now that he was totally enchanted. 

"But you have no discipline." 

"Why do you say that?" 

"Because you do not know how to take instructions yet." 

"I couldn't believe his words. I couldn't believe that he wanted to 
discipline me as though I was a naughty child. 

"I did not tell you to remove your pants. and yet you did." His tone was of 
one who was very unhappy. I felt sorry that I had done this now and reached 
to draw them up. 

"No. It does not matter now. You have already gone against my instruction." 

"But I can put them back on," I said. 

"No. It's alright. You have the jeans off so you'd might as well leave 
them." 

It was very hard for me to understand why he was so unhappy. 

He had just then finished saying that I was the most beautiful woman that he 
had ever seen. But now I came to understand more. 

"More than anything I want a woman who will listen to me. I want a beautiful 
woman like you who can be trained to please me in every way. But most of all 
what pleases me is a woman who obeys. I would be more thrilled even if you 
were not so beautiful, as long as you obeyed." 

To tell you the truth, at this point I thought he was a little weird. I mean 
it was suddenly so heavy and so deeply psychological. 

"I will have to punish you for your act." 

I could not say a word. I mean I just could not get the words to come out. 

What was this? 

I meam, was I a little child who was going to get spanked for taking down 
her pants. 

"Come closer to me," he said. I walked toward him now. 

He reached down for something in his pants. I could not see as it was too 
dark. I heard a click and saw him holding something that shimmered in his 
hands. But I did not dare to ask him what it was. 

"That's a good baby. Come right over here." 

Suddenly I stood right in front of him. Our bodies nearly touched. 

"Ah, not too close," he said as I felt his firm cock touch the wet crack of 
my vagina. 

I reached down to touch him. 

"Baby wants to suck. But not yet." 

Suddenly I felt cold ,metal wrap around my wrist. My hands were clasped 
tight together. I was so surprised that it took a moment for me to get my 
mind together. It was even difficult to utter a word. 

"Handcuffs, darling," he told me, realizing that my mind had stopped. 

"Bondage," I said out loud. 

"Are you shocked." 

Again I could not speak. I have to admit that I felt very excited. For a 
long time now, bondage has been a great fantasy to me. It is difficult to 
explain why. 

"You will like everything I am going to do to you," he said. 

I knew for sure he was correct. 

As he bound my legs with rope, I could not tell him how deeply I craved this 
experience. But suddenly I felt totally satiated and complete. It allowed me 
to surrender in a way I have never been able to do before. 

His naked flesh pressed against my body. 

The ropes were so tight that they almost burned. He put his mouth to the 
nipples of my breast. He sucked them hard into his mouth. 

"Ah, that's good," I said. 

He increased the pressure. 

"Ah, that hurts," I cried." 

But that did not stop him. Instead, he increased the pressure. 

"For your own pleasure," he said. 

I knew that he was right. 

"Ahhhhh," I cried, but I would not tell him to stop. 

He dipped his fingers into my honey pot and began to twist on my throbbing 
cunt the same way he was now twisting on my nipples. 

"Ahhhh," I screamed, very loud. 

"Are you coming," he asked. 

"Yes. I'm coming hard," I cried. 

It was incredible. 

"And I haven't even started with you yet." 

"Ah. It's so damn good. I can't believe how hard I came." 

He held my body close. He was very gentle with me now. 

"Wait until I get inside your cunt." 

"Please do it soon," I begged. 

"No, my darling. Slow, very slow." 

"I love what you do to me. You make me feel so hot and so erotic." 

"I don't want you to talk any more, so I am going to have to gag you," he 
said as he stuffed my mouth with dry cotton and wrapped a scarf around my 
mouth. 

"Just trust me. I love to give women pleasure and everything I do for you is 
only for your own good." 

I let out an enormous scream, from sheer excitement as his huge cock entered 
into my hungry cunt. I was glad that my mouth was stuffed. There was no way 
that I wanted to attract attention from any one who might be passing by the 
lonely beach. 

His huge cock ripped into my cunt. . He pounded deep inside of me. Just when 
I felt I had enough and came very hard, he would start right in again, 
twisting and turning with his enormous piece. He went on like that for 
hours. And when he had finished with my cunt hole he went right into my ass. 

The amazing thing was the way my asshole opened to him so easily. Oh, I had 
tried to have anal sex many times before in my life. But always it was a 
very unsuccessful attempt. The usual thing that would happen was great pain. 

But now that huge piece of his that was still full and throbbing and very 
erect was sliding smoothly in and out of me. 

"Smooth as silk. God. It's a damn good ass you have," he moaned in ecstasy 
as he came. 

I never saw the man again after he dropped me a block away from my house. I 
didn't want to take the chance of John seeing me get out of a strange man's 
car. 

I came to suspect that the reason he never took my number was that he may be 
married with kids. I guess I had to give some reason to myself. Women are 
not as detached as men and they do get a bit more sentimental after sex. I 
keep thinking I can change my pattern. But it seems to be useless. 

Anyway, I do think I have learned something out of all this. There's no 
doubt in my mind that I have to be with a strong, highly sexual man in order 
to be happy. I know that I will not be able to find a man like this to have 
any long term relationship with if I am to continue to walk the streets. I 
mean most men want a hooker only for a few hours and not for a life long 
experience. 

 CONCLUSION 

I feel it is quite wonderful that our subject has come to the point of her 
sexual development where she is able to accept the fact that she is a 
submissive woman. Being of this type, she will always be most satisfied by a 
man who is quite aggressive, and who is willing to dominate her completely. 
Obviously, John, her husband of only a few months, is all wrong for her. She 
was terribly correct to suspect that they were different sexual types. But 
what is so unfortunate in this case is that she did not give herself the 
opportunity to engage in sex with him before their marriage. 

No doubt she had her suspicions then and was afraid of finding out the truth 
and being disappointed. Obviously she had thought at the time that the 
security of marriage bonds was important to her. However, after getting what 
she thought she wanted she found out that she had made a mistake. 

A terrible mistake. 

I encouraged her to think about a separation and to make a new start. She 
was not certain that she was ready for this at the moment as she said she 
always found change to be difficult. And while John maybe be boring, he sure 
as hell was terribly consistent. And she thought she did need someone like 
this around her. 

Besides, she claimed that she was afraid that she would not find any one who 
was both intensely sexual and who wanted to have anything more than a one 
night stand. I see great truth in what she has said on this issue. But I 
have always firmly believed that one must take a chance, that one must first 
give up what is not working in their life in order for something else to 
enter in. The period of waiting for the right sex partner to come along will 
of course be painful. But she has a choice between a short period of 
loneliness and a slow death of monotony with John. It will be interesting to 
see which she picks. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: TRACY K. AGE: Twenty-eight 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Tracy was sent to me by her physician after she had complained for a long 
period of time about the problem of migraine headaches. Since her physician 
was not able to find any physical reason for these headaches, he came to the 
conclusion that they may be resulting from some psychological problem. 

Tracy was quite hesitant about coming to see me. She had already broken two 
appointments and I had come to the point where I did not think we'd ever 
meet. But one afternoon she called up and asked if I could fit her into my 
busy schedule that afternoon. 

Tracy is a rather beautiful woman with movie star good looks. She has long 
jet black hair that reaches almost to her tight boyish ass. She is rather 
small boned and lean, giving a dainty, fragile impression. There is 
something terribly vulnerable about this young beautiful woman that really 
brought out my protective feeling toward her. 

As got up from her seat in the waiting room and walked into my office, I 
noticed at once that she was not wearing a bra. Her rather large firm 
breasts were covered by a sheer white silk blouse. I could see that she was 
excited about our meeting as her nipples were very stiff, standing out about 
a half inch from underneath the sheer white silk. 

For the first time in many years I have to admit that I was extremely turned 
on by one of my patients. Usually it is a feeling that leaves me with a 
great deal of guilt. But once I got in touch with my desire I found it easy 
to control and in fact, I began to realize the reaction that Tracy must stir 
up in many men she meets. 

First of all, I want to apologize for having broken two of our appointments 
in the last week. And it was extremely kind of you to reschedule me for this 
afternoon. I guess the reason I was so hesitant about coming to see you was 
that I knew that I would be wasting your time and mine if I i didn't tell 
you the truth about what has been bothering me. 

The pain of my headaches has been extremely intense. I have been up so many 
nights suffering terribly. I realize that it is not a physical problem. I 
know enough from my freshman psychology courses at college that my problem 
is a result of repression. 

It has taken me a very long time to figure out exactly what it is I'm 
repressing. It has something to do with sex. I'm just sure of that. Maybe I 
just agree with the things that Freud said and wrote about. I really do 
believe that we are all sexual creatures and that when we have frustrations 
it manifests physically. 

It took me a very long time to honestly confront what I was holding back in 
my mind. But I've finally come to some conclusions. I knew that only when I 
would be ready to discuss these things openly that I could make an 
appointment with you. 

I don't want you to think I don't have a good sex life. Everything with me 
and my boyfriend Jim is just great. We've been seeing each other for about a 
year now. 

As far as I'm concerned, sex with us is getting better and better. 

Every day. 

I remember when I first met him I was really very inhibited. I had been 
raised in a very religious, strict home. My family was right wing 
conservative. I was afraid to even have a sexual thought. But all that 
sexual energy that I was holding back really got released after I got 
started with Jim. 

It's not just the fact that Jim is an excellent lover. I mean there are a 
lot of guys out there who know a hell of a lot about technique. I had been 
with lots of men who had read every sexual manual written. 

Every one of them." 

They practiced what they had learned. They loved rubbing me and playing with 
my big tits. There was even a time there when I had five lovers at one time. 

I used to love the way I'd feel hot and dirty taking a cab from one lover's 
apartment to another's. Sometimes I would make love with all five in one 
night and never once be exhausted. 

Probably the reason I never got tired was that I never came. 

I used to hate to think that possibly I was frigid. The word itself was just 
enough to give me the creeps. 

I was really desperate to have a climax. I was always horny. I was always 
just on the verge. But I could not let myself to just release and really let 
go. 

"Would you let me tie you up?" Jim asked the first night he made love to me. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said. 

"Come on. Don't tell me you're such an innocent." 

"I'm not innocent, Jim. But no one has ever asked to tie me up before." 

"It can really be a very beautiful experience," he said. 

He was trying to make it all sound like a very normal activity. 

"Well, what would you do to me if I let you tie me up. I want to know 
exactly what I'm getting myself into." 

"That's the thrill of the whole experience." 

"I'm sorry. But I don't seem to understand what you're getting at." 

"Well, when you're all tied up it will be easy for you to give up all your 
inhibitions and really let your feelings go wild." 

I didn't know that it was so obvious to him that I was kind of up tight. I 
mean maybe it was true that I did fuck around a lot and I did have lots of 
sexual experience. But the only reason I had done that was so that I could 
find a man who could really satisfy me. 

It seemed apparent that Jim just might know a few tricks there that would 
really turn me on. 

Turn me on enough to make me come. 

The idea of a great orgasm was all I needed to agree. 

He took me to the back room of his apartment. 

He had lots of mirrors set up there. 

He told me to put my black lace panties back on, that it would look more 
erotic. I did what he told me to do. 

"Now, don't worry. I will not do anything that will really hurt you." 

"You better not." 

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm very experienced at this." 

"Oh, yeah. Who do you do it to?" 

"That's none of your business." 

His tone was rather reprimanding and firm. I liked it when he put me down. I 
didn't know why. Maybe it made me feel safe. Maybe it reminded me of how my 
father spoke to me or something like that. I'm not saying that all the 
emotions I was feeling could be classified as emotionally healthy. I'm just 
trying to tell you how I felt as unemotionally as I can. 

I really trusted him when he said he wouldn't hurt me. I watched as he bound 
my hands behind my back. I was totally passive now. There was nothing I 
could do but keep myself relaxed. And this I was. I was surprisingly 
relaxed. There was no pressure on me to do anything but be completely, 
totally passive and to enjoy what was about to happen to me. 

Jim took off all his clothes. He had just come with me a half hour before 
this but his cock was hard again. Now I watched as he bound my feet far 
apart. 

It was only a few minutes before his big cock took me from behind. 

"Look at yourself in the mirror," he said. 

He kept twisting in and out of my hot cunt. He was getting me turned on. 

And I was really hot and wet with the juices that he kept pounding into me. 
. It was really hot. 

He kept pulling my breasts. I felt something inside of me - give up - and 
surrender my will 

"Oh gosh, it feels good," I moaned. He twisted on my big red nipples as his 
rod kept ramming deep inside of me. 

"I can't believe it." 

"What can't you believe?" 

"I can't believe how good it is." 

"How good is it. Tell me." 

"It's the best cock in the whole world." He kept pounding into me.He kept 
pulling on my breasts. 

I felt something inside of me surrender totally to him. It was hard to 
believe I had found such a wonderful cock that could really fuck me the way 
I needed to be fucked. It was hard to believe that I had found a gorgeous 
man who understood psychologically just exactly how I needed to be turned 
on. 

My mind stopped. Suddenly I felt a thousand spasms go off inside my cunt. It 
was as though something full and wonderful had exploded right inside of me. 
The walls of my vagina collapsed. I could feel his sperm mixing with my 
juices, flowing down my thighs. 

He held me very close as the spasms continued and my pussy lips hugged his 
cock. He kept me very close. I did not move. Within a few minutes he was 
very hard again pushing deep inside of me. He really gave my honey pot the 
greatest workout of my life. Over and over again he made me come. It was the 
greatest ecstasy I had ever known. 

I was extremely grateful for the experience. I have to admit that it has 
made me feel completely and totally dedicated to this man and there is 
nothing that I would not do for him for him. 

But the problem I have now will seem very silly to you, now that I have told 
you just how fabulous I found Jim to be sexually. I don't exactly know how 
to put this. But for some reason I am really very much afraid to have sex 
with him. Oh, I finally go through with it. and I tell you, it gets better 
and better each time we do it. 

So, why I go through all this agonizing pain before he ties me up is beyond 
anything I can understand. I'm almost positive that this is the reason I 
have been getting so many headaches recently. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Tracy returned to my office a few weeks later. Again, as before, she had 
broken a few of her appointments. But I realized she probably had a good 
reason and that she did not return for another session until she was certain 
that she could be honest with me and herself. 

I have to tell you that I've really been feeling fabulous since I last saw 
you. Again, let me apologize for not showing up for my appointments. I was 
unable to come only because Jim decided to try out an experiment on me. 

I guess that you could say that what he did to me was not just for my own 
pleasure but for his own enjoyment as well. 

You see, I decided, after I last left your office that it would be a good 
idea to let Jim know what was going on with me. I guess I was suffering from 
a great deal of guilt. After having a great time with him in bed I would 
feel as though there was something very dirty and wrong about enjoying 
myself too much. 

"Maybe what you need is to get tied up for a few days." 

"I don't see where that would change things Jim." 

"Well, why don't we just try it out." 

"Look. I know exactly what would happen. We would have a fabulous few days. 
Then when it was all over I would just start to feel guilty all over again. 
I think it has to do with going to Catholic school for so many years. The 
feeling of guilt is so deep into me that I'm afraid that I may never be able 
to get rid of it." 

I started to cry. The whole thing suddenly felt so terribly hopeless." 

"Look Baby. Why don't you have a little trust in me." 

"I think you just like the idea of having me tied up in your bed for a few 
days." 

"The truth of the matter is that I really love the idea. Every time I feel a 
little horny I can just climb on top of you and ram my cock in." 

The very thought of his hard cock pounding into me was enough to make me 
want to come right now. 

Jim started to undo his pants. I guess the whole idea was really exciting to 
him too. He unzipped my fly and started to work his fingers into my twat. 

"Look how nice and wet you are," he said massaging my clit. I took hold of 
his cock. He bent me down to suck. 

"Ah, suck that big cock of mine. You do it so good." 

I sucked and sucked as though my mouth was a vacuum cleaner. He st irted 
pounding hard down inside my throat. Then suddenly he filled my mouth with a 
wad of his hot cream. I held it in my mouth a few minutes. It tasted like 
the finest champagne. Then slowly I let the thick cream slide down my 
throat. 

He threw me down on the floor and quickly slid his piece deep inside of me. 
He pounded deep into the depths of my cunt. I came in only a few seconds. He 
was still hard and I couldn't believe it. 

"You're incredible," I said. 

"Why's that?" 

"You just came and now you're hard again." 

"You're the only girl that I can do that with." 

"Why is that," I asked him. Maybe I was begging for a compliment. But I 
really wanted to know the answer. 

"Gosh, you don't seem to understand very much." 

"Sometimes I don't think I do." 

He held me close in his arms as his cock rubbed hard on my clitoris. I felt 
as though I would come in a second. But I wasn't tied up. The guilt of 
pleasure would be too great and I knew, like always, I wouldn't be able to 
really get it off. The feeling was so intense. I felt so horny and so 
excited. If only I could learn to come hard without being tied up. If only I 
could get myself to release in the position we were in right then 

"Don't you know that sex with you is better than with any other woman I have 
ever known." 

I had no idea that Jim felt this way. He was not the kind of man who could 
express emotion easily. Oh sure I knew he was fond of me. I guess, I'm not 
much of a mind reader. 

"You're not very perceptive, honey." 

"Why don't you just tell me what you think it is I should know?" 

He kept thrusting in and out of me. The juices were flowing so fast that 
there was this wonderful gushing sound. My clit was really getting massaged. 
I felt wonderful and very open. I only wished he would say what was on his 
mind. 

"I love you Tracy. I really do. I love you with all my heart and soul. 
That's why sex is best with you." 

Suddenly I climaxed. It was as though the universe was gushing inside my 
cunt. 

"Eeeew," I screamed real loud. "I'm coming real hard." 

It was a fabulous experience we had that night and it went on and on. I came 
to realize that knowing a man loves you is enough to take away any sexual 
guilt for a woman. 

I did allow Jim to tie me up. But now it was different. No longer did I feel 
he was tying me up because I need it that way, and I guess that made the 
game much more fun. My whole body was open to him for days and he could use 
me at his convenience. I have to admit that I did not feel used. I felt that 
it was his wonderful way of adoring me. I am beginning to understand a lot 
more about my own sexuality lately. One thing I have come to understand is 
that for me love and sex are the same thing and I don't think I would ever 
be able to separate them. Not that I look down on people who can or anything 
like that. But all I know for sure is that my migraines have gone away. 

 CONCLUSION 

Tracy made great strides very quickly in the development of her sexuality. 
Guilt is a difficult problem that holds back many people. It is my belief 
that individuals set up their own guilt as a protection from situations 
which they feel they can not deal with psychologically. 

In this case Tracy was quite fortunate to be able to develop a steady 
relationship with a man who had great insight and understanding, and no 
doubt a capacity to love and feel. There is no doubt in my mind that these 
honest emotions, and the ability to express them is the basis for a healthy 
sexual relationship, devoid of fear. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: KITTY O. AGE: Twenty-five 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Kitty O. is an extremely attractive, intelligent and articulate young woman. 
She came to my office rather properly dressed in a pale green tweed suit. 
Her strawberry blond hair was cut fashionably at the shoulders and her skirt 
hit right below the knees. Her shoes and bag were of the finest Italian 
leather. Her speech revealed that she had been to the finest schools. 

My first impression told me that this was another proper young woman who 
suffered from intense sexual guilt. I imagined that she had taken up with 
some oversexed young man who was forcing her, against her will to partake in 
all kinds of sexual fetishes. 

I soon learned that you can not tell a book by its cover, and beneath 
Kitty's veneer of properness there was a wild passionate woman whose 
sexuality knew no bounds. 

I've been heavily into sex for a long time. When I was twelve I had an 
affair with my Uncle who was visiting us from London. He was a very 
aristocratic a proper man, but he initiated me into the ways of deep 
eroticism. 

My Uncle was a distinguished lawyer with the finest manners. He was kind and 
he was gentle. But beneath the mask of civility, he was a wild animal whose 
passion knew the greatest depths. He was a man of about forty at the time. I 
can remember how I thought of his as such an old man. But his body was lean 
and muscular and I was most attracted to him from the very beginning. 

In the beginning of his stay my Uncle Robert would take me on outing to all 
the museums. He knew a great deal about art. But his specialty was in the 
area of erotic paintings. 

I knew nothing about the birds and the bees at the time. And I am not 
exaggerating at all when I say nothing. I had not even begun to menstruate 
at the time and my mother had made no effort to prepare me for my 
approaching womanhood. 

There was a very intense physical connection between Robert and myself right 
from the start. He used to treat me just like a very young child. I was very 
small for my age and must have seemed more like a child. Sometimes he would 
have me sit on his knee and he would bounce me up and down. Once day he put 
his finger gently into my blouse and placed his finger on my little blossom 
of a breast. 

"Does that feel good," he asked me. 

I pretended that there was nothing at all wrong with what he was doing to 
me. After all he was my Uncle, I rationalized to myself and why shouldn't I 
let him touch me if he wants. 

"Ahuh, I answered, as though I hardly noticed. Now his finger twisted my 
nipple just a little. It felt absolutely wonderful when he cupped his hand 
around the little mound and began rubbing it. 

Suddenly I felt this wonderful twitching sensation right in my clitoris. 
This must have been the first time I was aware of the fact that there was a 
wonderful urgent sensation that I could have between my legs. My panties 
began to feel rather moist. 

My skirt was rather short. My smooth thighs were spread wide apart. I 
remember how I suddenly began humping on his knee, innocently not knowing 
that I was trying to make myself come. 

Uncle Robert lifted my skirt and pulled my cotton panties down. All I knew 
was that it felt sensational as he started rubbing gently on my hairless 
cunt. 

"Eeeew," I sighed. 

"Baby loves that, doesn't she?" 

I bounced harder and harder. It was all so instinctive. 

"No one is home," he told me. So why don't we go into the bedroom where we 
can be more comfortable. 

He lifted me up in his arms and held me very close. But his long finger 
never left my wet little cunt. He kept massaging it and I cooed like a 
little child. 

He brought me into my parents room and locked the door behind him, before 
placing me down on the large king sized bed. 

My hungry pussy wanted to be filled. That was all I knew. 

"Just relax," Uncle Robert told me. I was relaxed. Terribly so. I trusted 
this man with my life. I had absolutely no fear at all that he would ever 
hurt me. but I can not tell you the thrill of doing something such as this 
for the first time. 

At this point my Uncle took out thick leather ropes. At first I was 
extremely frightened. But he was very reassuring and told me not to think 
twice about what was happening. 

"You won't hurt me, Uncle Robert," I cried. 

"Don't worry, darling, what I am going to do to you will give you extreme 
pleasure." 

He told me to turn over and placed me like a dog on all fours. Then he bound 
my body up in this position. 

"Now are you comfortable?" he asked. 

"I'm alright," I said. But still I was extremely frightened. 

He told me again to relax. I tried to obey everything he said. 

"Now listen to me, Kitty," he said. " If you obey me totally and if you 
leave all the muscles of your body very relaxed, then what I am going to do 
to you will not hurt. Do you hear me?" 

"Yes, Uncle." 

I heard him unzip his fly. I was too frightened to turn around. But then 
from a side mirror in the room, I was suddenly able to see everything he was 
about to do to me. At first as he rubbed it gently against my anus. 

"Be very relaxed he said." 

"Eeeew," I screamed. He had shoved his enormous cock deep inside my tiny 
little asshole. I don't think I can remember ever feeling anything so 
terribly painful in all my life. It was the most excruciating pain I have 
ever felt in all my life and I thought surely I would die. 

He held very still for awhile. Then suddenly the muscles relaxed. He moved 
in and out of me carefully and very slowly. In a few minutes it started to 
feei good. I told him so and this seemed to please him very much. 

For many years I thought that this was the only way to have sex. As I 
remember it it was extremely lovely after he had moved deep inside of me. 
But to tell you the truth, I have had a fear of sex for many years. 

Now I am seeing a young man who is very gentle and caring and kind. I never 
told him exactly what happened to me with my Uncle. Now the problem that I 
am having is that this man whose name is Jerry told me that the favorite way 
that he likes to have sex is in the ass. 

Well, you can just imagine all the terrible memories it brought back to me. 
That's pretty much what my problem is now and I hope that there is some way 
that I can overcome my fears so that I can bring this kind of pleasure to my 
boyfriend. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

He asks me if I have given some thought to the idea of having anal sex. 

"What kind of a thing is that to discuss right in the middle of a beautiful 
dinner?" I asked him. I really was quite shocked at the impropriety of it 
all. 

"You are so prim and proper," he told me. 

"The word is refined," I answered back. 

"And that is exactly what is wrong now with our sex life." 

"I can't see anything wrong with the way things are going on, just the way 
they are," I 

"If you ask me," he said, "I think our sex life is getting rather boring." 

"That' is an absolutely rotten thing to say. There is no doubt in my mind 
that you have no real feelings for me." 

"The fact is that I love you very much and I just want you to come to a new 
level of sexual development." 

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I asked him. 

"I think that what you have to come to learn now is just how to surrender 
yourself more to me." 

"But I am totally surrendered to you. I love you with all my heart. I just 
can't see why you get off so much on anal sex. If you ask me I think it is 
all very strange and that it is you who have the problem and not me." 

"Well, lets just try it. You have to remember that when you were raped" by 
your Uncle things were much different. For one thing, you're older now and I 
think your body can handle having my big cock up your ass much better." 

The truth of the matter was that I think my boyfriend thought he was turning 
me on by talking this way. But the only one he was turning on was himself. 

I looked down at his crotch and saw that he had a huge erection. He was 
moving his thighs back and forth in a way that told me he was rubbing 
himself. 

At that moment I was really shocked. Right in the middle of dinner he undid 
his fly and pulled out his piece. It was so much larger than I had ever seen 
it before. It really was throbbing. He began playing with it in his hand. I 
got up, threw my napkin down on the table, went for my coat and attempted to 
leave. He remained seated and continued playing with his prick. 

I went for the door. It was locked. Two fierce looking muscular men came 
into the hall way. They must have been over six feet tall. It was nothing 
for them to lift me up and carry me off to the bedroom. There I was gagged. 
My body was tied with my ass turned up. I knew exactly what I was in for and 
I was terrified. When I was well bound my boyfriend came into the room. The 
two men remained. 

"Ah, very good. I like the way you bound her." He leaned over to me and 
gently stroked my hair. I was crying with my head in the pillow. I could 
never believe that he was so cruel to do such a thing to me. 

The two men asked if they should leave. But my boyfriend said that it was 
just fine to stay. 

"Make yourself at home," he said. 

I guess that gave them permission to take out their own large cocks and 
begin to play with it. This they did as my boyfriend gently massaged my 
cunt. 

"I'll get your pussy nice and wet before I do anything else." 

His hot cock shoved deep into my cunt. I was so dry. But in a few minutes, 
as he worked it in and out, I started to get wet. It even began to feel very 
good. 

"Do not come yet," he demanded. 

It was extremely hard for me to hold back from having an orgasm. 

"Please let me come," I pleaded. 

"No. You will wait. Trust me. I will make you feel very good." 

My whole body began to relax. It was wonderful. 

"Just pretend that your whole body is floating gently on a cloud." 

I listened to every word he spoke. His voice was gentle and it was kind. I 
hardly noticed when his huge cock slid swiftly into my well lubricated ass. 

"How does it feel?" he asked. 

"It hurts a little," I told him. 

"Just stay relaxed and you'll be alright." He moved in slowly in and out. 
Then when I was ready for it he exerted more pressure. Something inside of 
me released. I felt as if I my cunt to have another orgasm. Juices from my 
count began to flow. 

"Put the dildo into her now," my boyfriend demanded now. The two men came 
over to my side. One shoved his huge prick into my mouth stuffing it up 
completely. The other took a rubber cock and put it inside my wet hungry 
cunt that wanted to come so very badly now. 

"Turn on the switch," he said. 

Suddenly I felt a thousand vibrations going on inside of me at once. 

It was absolutely incredible. I never came so hard in all my life. Meanwhile 
my boyfriend's fabulous big cock kept filling my ass up completely. 

"Do you love it?" 

I wouldn't tell him. He yanked me by my hair and pressed his piece in deeper 
and deeper. 

Again he asked if I liked his big cock up my ass. I still wouldn't answer. I 
knew what I was doing. I knew very well that I was getting him to act 
fiercer and fiercer. I guess I really like him that way. I guess that he was 
right that this did bring me to a new level of sexual development. He no 
longer was this milk toast weakling. Something in me let go and I came all 
over again. 

"Eeeew, it's good. It's so good I can't stand it," I screamed very loud. The 
truth of the matter is that it was so good that I really could not stand it 
and that is exactly what is worrying me right now. I have come to the 
realization that I do love to be dominated by a man. The reason that I 
enjoyed having anal sex so much was that' it was a way for me to surrender 
to domination. I never knew I wanted this. I never knew it was something 
which I needed so desperately. 

But the problem is that it all seems to be in conflict with my self image on 
a day to day basis. I like to think of myself as being very strong and very 
independent. I have always fought for woman's liberation. So, therefore, the 
whole idea of male domination is intellectually repulsive to me. 

But in my heart and especially in my cunt I know that the way I feel now 
about wanting to be dominated is totally correct. 

 CONCLUSION 

Although Kitty O. could, in most ways, be considered sexually liberated, the 
conflict that she is having is a serious problem. I have come to the belief 
that it is most usually a woman's nature to submit and to want to be 
dominated. Of course, as everything else , there are always exceptions to 
the rule. But in my experience this is the tendency. The fact that this 
attitude is a contradiction to the pressures of society is something which 
we must begin to deal with and understand. 

I have found that most woman who have come to this understanding, regarding 
their true sexual natures must come to terms with their nine to five 
existence. They have come to learn that it is alright to be one way to the 
world, where certain defenses are necessary and required. But in bed, with 
the man they have surrendered to, it is perfectly alright for them to play 
the part, their true role, as the willing slave. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: MARIE R. AGE: Twenty-six 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Marie had phoned me for an appointment telling me that she had some 
information to share, which she felt would be helpful to the general 
population of woman. I felt that this was very altruistic of her and decided 
to make time immediately to see her. 

Marie is a lovely young woman. She has a fresh glow of youth and innocence. 
Her hair is cut short in blond curls. Her small features and large blue eyes 
give her the look of being a waif. 

I have had some very wonderful sexual experiences that I would like to share 
with someone who is a professional. I really feel that what has happened to 
me can be a step for other women to get over their sexual inhibitions. 

There had been a long time that I've been very timid and shy. I guess the 
fact that I look so young has always made people treat me like a baby. When 
I'd go out with a guy, he would always try to be so protective to me. All my 
girlfriends always thought that I was very lucky in this way and they even 
said that they were envious. 

The truth of the matter was that I had an urgent need to have a man be rough 
with me. It was not that I did not like being touched gently and having 
someone be very kind to me in bed. That's all very nice. But I just knew 
that what I really wanted was for someone to treat me a little bit rough so 
that they could get me excited. I always felt that I needed to be a little 
frightened of a guy to have this happen. 

The truth of the matter is that I have a great deal of trouble having a 
climax. Oh, I've had them once or twice with guys. But that's usually the 
exception. Sometimes I'm just about to come but I'm just not hot enough. So 
maybe you can begin to understand why I began to have this desperate need 
for someone who could really treat me the way I needed to be treated. 

My search was hopeless and I figured I'd never be able to find what I was 
really looking for. One day I was ready this Village newspaper. I came to 
the back section and saw an ad where a couple was looking for another woman 
to engage in bondage. 

All of a sudden I felt very erotic and hot. I was all alone in my room and I 
decided to pull down my panties and begin to massage my twat. I don't think 
I've ever felt my pussy so terribly moist. 

I began to fantasize what it would be like to make it with a couple who was 
into bondage. It took no time at all before I was coming over and over 
again. All I had to do was think of my little body bound beautifully in 
black leather straps and I came again. 

That night I wrote a letter to the couple. I explained that I had no 
experience with these things but that it was one of my greatest fantasies. I 
decided that I should send a photo. So, I took my instant camera out of the 
closet and filled it with film. 

Then I sat down on a large bear skin rug and spread my legs far apart so 
that they could have a good beaver shot of my twat. It really turned me on 
to see how beautiful and pink my twat was. The fine blond hair framed it 
beautifully. My little breasts looked good too. 

My nipples were hard and very large. 

I put my finger into my pussy and gave a look of deep ecstasy. Then I took 
the shot. It came out in a minute. It was really beautiful. It was so good 
and erotic that it made me massage my clit again. I came so hard I thought I 
died. 

"Eeeew, it feels so good," I said out loud, pretending to myself that the 
couple was with me in the room. I fantasized all over again about what would 
happen when we were together. It would be the first time that I have ever 
actually been with a woman. For although I have known for a long time that I 
am bi-sexual I have never found the right woman to be with. I was interested 
to meet this lady. 

I feel quite certain that they will call me soon. I have only sent them in 
my picture yesterday. But I looked so hot and sexy that I don't think that 
they will be able to resist me. Anyway, time will tell. I'm looking forward 
to meeting with you next week so that I can continue with my fabulous story. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Marie returned to my office looking just wonderful. She looked even more 
radiant than she had the time before. She wore a revealing, low-cut dress 
that showed off her lovely figure. And her hair seemed to be cut in a new 
style. Her vibration was very up and I knew for certain that she had met 
with the couple who had advertised for another sex partner in the newspaper. 
I can't begin to tell you what a fabulous time I had with Phil and Mary. 
That's the couple I told you about who are into bondage. Well, they finally 
called me. They asked if I would come over immediately as they were very 
excited to meet me. They live in the suburbs so I figured that it would be 
impossible for me to get over there that night. 

But they were very kind and said that they would come out and pick me up and 
that I should plan on staying over for the night. 

A white Mercedes met me at the front of my apartment. They looked like the 
most elegant and dignified couple you could possibly imagine. They, were 
both in their early forties. But they were both so attractive and in very 
good shape. 

I got into the back seat with Mary, while Phil drove back to their house 
"Isn't she just lovely," Mary said to Phil as she massaged my neck 
affectionately. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt in the situation. 
It was just as if I had known them for many years. 

I think that they were extremely considerate and understanding when they 
tried to prepare me for what was to go on. 

"You can't imagine how happy we are to have you join our little family," 
Mary told me. 

"I think you'll feel very much at home with us. We do a lot of original 
creative things and have really been very successful about initiating new 
people into this scene," Phil said. 

"I think it took a great deal of courage for you to answer that ad. We have 
to admit that we do not get all that many responses." 

"I guess I always knew that I was the submissive type. But it was always a 
big fantasy. Then one day I decided that you just can't spend your whole 
life thinking about what you would like to do. You have to live life. You 
have to go out and do all the things you ever wanted to do." 

"I think that's fabulous that you can be so honest with yourself at such a 
young age," Mary said. 

Now she was massaging my leg. 

"You seem to have a great deal of tension in your body." 

"I do?" 

"Don't worry about it," the lovely lady said. "We'll give you a really good 
massage when you come back to the house." 

"Sounds great." 

"Oh you'll love it." 

"Makes me feel like I'm going to a real health farm." 

"In a way I guess you are. We have hot tubs and saunas and all kinds of 
wonderful things like that." 

It was only a short while before we entered the beautiful sprawling ranch. 
Everything was just exquisite. I was so impressed by the splendid decor as 
they led me into a mirrored room. 

In a few minutes I was chained and gagged. To my surprise so was Phil. Mary 
undressed, revealing an exquisite figure. Her breasts were so large that I 
suspected silicone. 

Almost spontaneously, she shoved a nipple in each one of our mouths, as we 
were chained side by side. It was a great feeling to have her nipple in my 
mouth. I sucked hard. I guess I wanted more. Then the woman stood over us 
and we each had our turn to eat her out. Phil seemed to know exactly how to 
suck her clit to bring her to climax. 

I tried to watch carefully what he was doing. I wanted to learn every trick 
to bring my new master pleasure. 

"This is only the beginning she told me as she shoved a leather dildo into 
my hot cunt. Then she move behind me and shoved a butt plug up my ass. He 
turned on a switch and they both vibrated. 

I screamed in ecstasy as she lifted her long lean black booted leg and made 
me kiss the soles of her feet. She pulled on my nipples very hard and made 
me come again. 

I screamed again, but my voice was muffled from the gag. 

"You are going to be very good," she told me. " But we will have to train 
and discipline you to bring you to better and better orgasms." 

I couldn't believe how kind and caring this wonderful Mistress was. She 
really was very professional. 

"You are lucky you have found me. For I will bring you past your limits. You 
are becoming a servant "of sexual pleasure. The ecstasy you will know will 
bring you close to death. And being close to death you will know great 
ecstasy. Your life will be lived on the razor's edge. It will never be 
boring and dull. Few have come to know what we have in store for you." 

Her words thrilled me. I felt great courage and wanted to explore the depths 
of passion. Her cat of nine tails lashed against my ass until it was very 
raw. The burning became terrible. But I would not cry for her to stop. 

"Ah, you are brave," she said, cracking the whip now on her husband a few 
times. I watched his penis grow very erect. In seconds he was coming. The 
wet fluid fell to the ground. In a minute he was hard again. 

But she returned her attention to me. My ass now burned terribly. He took 
the long leather strap of the whip and rubbed it hard into my twat. My pussy 
juices flowed down my leg. The whip's pain turned to ecstasy and I had 
learned that pain and pleasure were but two sides of the same coin. 


CONCLUSION 

It was very interesting to meet a woman such as Marie who has accepted her 
submissive nature to such a degree. She claims to be quite fulfilled and 
satisfied in a way that she has never known before. 

At the same time she manages to hold down a very demanding and responsible 
job where she maintains the dominant role. I think that it is true that 
Marie is an example of a woman who has learned to deal with her true sexual 
nature without it conflicting with the demand of society. 


GENERAL CONCLUSION 

Our studies have found that the great majority of the woman in America enjoy 
fantasizing about playing the submissive role. We feel that this is 
generally the result of growing up in a culture that promotes the Protestant 
Ethic. Woman have been made to feel guilty for having lusty thoughts and 
desires. As a result they find it most easy to satisfy their desires if they 
are either put into bondage or into a subservient role. 

In addition to the problem of guilt, we are living in a society where sexual 
roles are unclear and need to be defined. Playing the submissive makes 
things clear. And as long as these situations are not taken to the ultimate 
extreme and limits are respected, we see no problem in fulfilling such 
fantasies. 


THE END
