I was in my junior year of college and living in my first apartment with 2 roommates. I loved college but my social life was only interesting when I let myself go and in retrospect, used. In retrospect, my self esteem was not too high. I was a big girl, 5'8 about 145, and although attractive, I "defined" myself, as did others, by my weight. I also realize now, I was "needy," and therefore, when anyone paid any attention to me I would go out of my way, overboard actually, to please them. Hence my allowing myself to get used.
I hated myself the next day but still wanted the attention and the illusion of being loved.
I saw a guy off and on, who I really liked but who was nice only when he wanted something. I was always satisfied the night we were together but then I wouldn't hear from him for weeks. If I saw him he barely spoke. But when he wanted something, he was a charmer, and I the snake.
This went on for many months with Dave. My room mates and I talked about it. They could not understand why I put up with it. They bullied me into trying something, that clearly was out of character for me. There was a group of us that had been friends since freshman year. We would get together regularly. This year I think, my roommates, because of my circumstances convinced the others to have a masquerade party. Every girl was to get their date to dress as a girl and every girl was to rent a tux and come as a guy. The best looking couple would win the prize which was the pot of about $1200 ($100 from each girl.) They wanted to give him a lesson; and they thought the experience would then teach me a lesson - but only if he'd come.
I called Dave and asked him and of course his first answer was "no." I pleaded and then said "I promise I'll do anything, anywhere, just don't make me go alone and look like a loser."
I was concerned what my friends would think of me if he didn't show up.
He asked: "Do you really mean anything,anywhere?"
I responded:"Yes, absolutely." "Are you sure?" he replied.
"The fraternity has a dungeon in the basement and I would want you to go there and have you be the subject of my kinky fantasies," he said.
I wavered for a minute ... "You wouldn't hurt me - I'd be able to quit if it got too much," I shakily replied.
"Sure, you might even like it," he said
Friday afternoon Dave called and said that we should go have a few drinks and then go over to the Frat house and look around the basement. I knew what he wanted and I really wanted to be with him so of course it was okay.
We went out and had a few drinks and then headed back to the Frat. He took me by the hand and led me down into the basement where their big party room was. We walked all the way across, to a door in the far corner. He opened it and we walked into a dimly lit corridor that had storage areas on both sides. They were divided mostly into 5' by 5' cubicles. We kept walking, past some larger cubicles and then through another doorway where the furnace and water heaters were. It was totally unfinished. Concrete floors with old brick walls. It was dimly lit - by several bulbs spaced evenly throughout the unfinished ceiling. It was clean. There were bolts and rings in the walls and the exposed ceiling beams had ropes on hooks hanging. It was eerie, a little scary but somehow very exciting. I felt my heart beat a mile a minute.
"Take off you blouse and bra," he commanded
I did and then he grabbed me firmly and attached a rope which had soft cushioned bracelets. First to one hand, then the other. I was mesmerized - next thing I know he started tugging on the rope pulleys and I was rising until I was just on my tiptoes. He looked at me lustily and started pulling off my pants and underwear until I was naked below the waist. He walked away and came back with a long thin rod. It looked like a tree branch without the bark. It whistled through the air and landed on my behind.
