After a refreshing nap and a luxurious bath together we decided to go out on the town. The only problem is that we need to shop for her first. So in a pair of my jeans and a button up shirt, with bare feet to boot, we head for the strip for a fancy dinner.
It was a great evening! We spoke of our previous lives and generally chatted like old friends should. We went back to the suite at the Sunset Station and enjoyed snuggling in the hot-tub where Stacy timidly had her way with me. I did not disappoint. As she reveled in the sensations of another orgasm's afterglow, I asked her, "Stacy, have you really never had a real orgasm until yesterday?"
"No Ben, I never have. You have to understand... I was a worthless person. Disfigured, ugly, broken. Good only to be used and abused at the hands of my betters. Then ignored and degraded. Even Jeff, my last husband. He didn't physically abuse me, but he did emotionally and verbally degrade me on a daily basis. He was a real pervert too. He could barely get it up and his favorite thing to do to me was have me tease his friends when they came over to watch the game or play cards. It must have been a power thing with him, because that was really the only time he showed any interest in me sexually was after his friends left. Again it was literally minutes and he was done. That is what ended our marriage."
"One of his drunk friends finally cornered me in the bathroom and raped me. I yelled and screamed and they all came a runnin' but then all they did was watch and laugh and jack themselves off while he unloaded himself into me. Afterwards they all went and popped a brew and finished watching the game. The next morning Jeff kicked me out onto the street – said I was an unfaithful slut and that he'd shoot me if I ever darkened his doorstep again. I was glad to leave"
"Wow" I said in disbelief, "You are a survivor! And let me be apparently the first to tell you how that type of strength is so attractive to me. I'm so proud that I'm hopelessly in love with you now Stacy! I can't believe that you never satisfied yourself with your fingers, or a vibrator, a pillow, ...something? Why not?"
"I guess sex had always been associated with pain and degradation Ben. Pleasure was never part of the equation in my mind. I was trying to avoid it at all costs."
"I guess that makes sense, I replied. Well – do you want to know the rest of the plan?"
Stacy looked at me sideways and asked, "There's more?"
"Oh yes," I replied. "Much more! Here's the thing – we've severed your emotions from your atrocious past, but that has just created a vacuum. Stacy I want to be the one to fill that vacuum – fill it full with our love. What these so-called men of your past didn't understand is that the act of physical love was part of God's plan to truly bind a couple together on all levels. Sure, there is still an element of control and trust, but also elements of sharing and love that must be present. It is not only an emotional thing, and even a spiritual thing, but also a chemical thing that binds our bodies and souls together. That is what sex should do – bind us – by our own consent. Hopefully forever! But it must be done right and I know exactly what it takes to do this. Stacy, are you willing to allow yourself to be bound to me and I to you?"
She looked deep into his eyes and thought, 'What was he talking about? She had already given him her body... wantonly! Is he truly someone I can trust? He was quite sadistic with me the first night – but he has also genuinely talked with me and seems to understand and care about me as well. Is it an act? I've already given my body to him. I've given him complete control thus far. And I'm still here. In fact I feel wonderful, like never before. If he is just using me, then I have nothing left to live for. If I walk away now, what do I have to live for?' The answer was apparent. Nothing.
In a moment of clarity more clear that she had ever experienced, she now understood that it was trust Ben or die. Not an imagined thought, but a certain reality that this was her only choice.
Stacy opened her mouth to speak and almost laughed as she finally focused on Ben. He was nervously hanging on her response, like a lovelorn teenager who had just confessed his love for the first time. It such an engaging, heart-melting moment that she drew it out as long as she could. Finally she quietly pushed the words out. "Ben, I want to be yours. I am yours. But please understand that this is the end for me. I feel like death by your hand, or mine, is my only other option."
Ben slowly nodded his understanding. He spoke, "The last lesson, and it will be one that we both must learn together equally, is a simple equation. THE GREATER THE TRUST, THE GREATER THE SATISFACTION. It is that simple. And believe it or not, sex is the perfect crucible to learn this lesson. Nowhere can trust have a more immediate, physiological, emotional and even spiritual reward, than within the act of physical love. The Trust = Satisfaction equation is chemically engrained into our DNA. It takes effect when we are most exposed and vulnerable. And the greater the trust that is required, the deeper and more lasting the binding becomes. Do you understand now what we will be doing over the next 5 days then?"
Stacy nodded as she felt the excitement build in her heart, and in her loins... "I think so. We will be having a lot of sex I take it? Will I still be free to leave of my own accord after the 5th day?"
Ben replied quickly, "Of course Stacy – I will be beyond disappointed if you do, but you have my word. And as for the sex, yes. Plenty! And it will be sex as you've never imagined possible!"
