Joanie was coming along fine. I moved in with her so I could keep her straight. She didn’t need to take her sleeping pills anymore and she didn’t seem to suffer from depression either. It is amazing what a little discipline and some satisfying sex can do to help someone. She still had her executive position at work. But when I came around she was my slave, my little sex slave. I liked to go see her on her lunch hour, go in her office and lock the door, bend her over the desk and fuck that smooth pussy of hers. It is nice to knock off a quick piece in the middle of the day. It was extra nice knowing that I didn’t have to fuss with panties, and all that stuff, All I had to do was just tell her to lift her skirt, bend over and spread her legs. I got off on seeing the transformation from Human Resources executive to slut. I think it did her good too. She was becoming more honest with me, letting me in on her little secrets.
She told me how her step father had molested her as a teenager, how she told her mother about it and her mom just yelled at her and called a slut. She said her mom told her she divorced her biological father when she was an infant because he was a drunk, but she found out later it was because she left him for her step father. It seemed Joanie got her ways honestly, all things considered, it was the only way she could have turned out. She had been date raped by an older boy when she was just a freshman in high school. She said the experience was horrible, but she still got wet thinking about being raped. It bothered her that it turned her on that way.
I would tell her not to worry about it. Then I would ask her if it turned her on to tell me all of that stuff. She said it did. Then I would tie her up, fuck her like a slut, and generally make her relive her nasty fantasies. It was cathartic for her and I was getting some of the best sex I had ever had. I showed her the pleasures of being dominated by a man, being made to submit, to be humbled, to have all of your dark secrets exposed, and in the end caring enough to stay and not leave. It was a brand new world for her. No other man knew so much about her and yet still accepted her. She seemed happier, less insecure. I taught her it was okay to deal with those forbidden thoughts that most are afraid to confront.
Of course I had my own selfish reasons too. I was fucking Joanie at least once a day, sometimes three times or more. I used her for whatever gratification I needed. At home she was the perfect woman. She cooked the meals, kept the house clean, made herself available for whatever sexual appetite I might have. She had become quite a slut for pain. I had installed eyebolts in the bedroom from which I hung her by her arms and used my belt on her. She would kick and scream as the belt left its marks on her body. I spared not an inch of her. Her breasts, pussy, buttocks, stomach, the insides of her thighs had all tasted the sting of my belt. I liked the way she would look at my belt when I would enter her office at work. Her face would become flushed with embarrassment knowing she was hiding from her co-workers the marks it had left on her.
I had opened up Joan to a whole new world, a world where is was okay to be who you were, where pleasure and release could be found in discipline and pain. We were happy until I came in from work to find Joanie upset. She was still in her professional attire, a gray skirt, white blouse, jacket and black pumps.
"What’s wrong?"
"It’s Julie."
Julie was her oldest daughter. She lived with some guy who worked at a night club. I had only met her once in passing. She and Joan didn’t get along real well.
"She wants to move in. She says she can’t make it on her own. Her retail job doesn’t pay enough."
"She is your daughter, you can’t turn her away."
"But I like things the way they are. I don’t want her here. She resents you and I am afraid it will cause problems. She is old enough to be on her own. Besides we can’t do the things we do with her around here every night."
"Why not?"
"You’ve got to be kidding. What would she think if she knew what we did. What if she knew about what kind of relationship we had."
