Lyssa has been standing in the same position for over three hours; there is a tube from the floor extending up into her vagina, and she is unable to lift herself off it. She can't move her legs, and they are cramping; she is at the end of her strength. She believes that she has no choice but to agree to Joanna's terms or be torn apart.
Being very careful to maintain her balance, Lyssa turns slowly to her left, presses the intercom button, and holds it until Joanna answers.
"Hi honey, I'm happy to hear from you," Joanna says. "Are you ready to comply?"
"Oh Joanna, I am so uncomfortable, but I can't do as you ask. I'm going to let myself go and kill myself."
"Lys, I'll be right down," said Joanna.
A few minutes later, Joanna enters the room and, shaking her head, walks over to Lyssa and gently kisses her forehead.
"I'll make you more comfortable, my sugary sweetness," she says.
Joanna opens the supply cabinet next to where Lyssa is standing, takes out a wide mesh belt, and puts it around Lyssa's waist and chest just under her breasts. She snaps it on either side of Lyssa to eyebolts in the panel behind her.
"Now, sweet cheeks, you can lean on the belt, that's around you without falling. That should make you more comfortable."
"But I can still impale myself if I slide down the pole," Lyssa argued.
"My sweet darling, that would be very hard to do," Joanna laughed. "That knobby thing that's up inside you is the size of a golf ball. It's made of a firm gel that will flatten out somewhat if you try to sit on it. It will keep you from moving further down on the 'peg'. Before you could damage anything inside you, you would experience so much pain that you would have to stop and lift up again. Even if you fainted and slid down, the pain would wake you immediately. Believe me, I've thought this through from every angle. You'll have to stand there until you agree to do what I ask. You have NO other choice.
"Jo, I can't do it. I can't do it. I just can't do it," Lyssa sobbed. "Please don't try to force me to...." She couldn't even complete the sentence.
"Lyssa, my sugary sweetness, I'm going to tell you my situation, my sad tale of woe, and why there is only one choice for you to make.
I'll be very frank with you and not muddy the waters because I want you to know exactly why I've taken you, why I need you, and why I can't ever let you go.
Joanna continued, "My father drank, ran around with other women, and physically abused my mother throughout their entire marriage. My mother was always black and blue and had welts all over her buttocks and thighs and sometimes her breasts, as far back as I can remember. How do I know? From the time I was six or seven until he died from drinking when I about fifteen, my father made me watch him beat her. He was still angry that she had used her pregnancy with me to force him to marry her. He was also punishing me for being that cause. When I wanted to call the police, my mother would stop me and tell me that she had agreed to the abuse in order to have him marry her. She never said so, but I know now that she wanted me to have a father. Further, she said that the physical pain was not a problem because she didn't really feel it, but the emotional abuse was tearing her apart. She would feel the initial stroke each time he hit her, but the pain dissolved immediately after. She told me that she wanted me to accept it because she would, in time, take control of the situation herself. I was afraid that she planned to kill him, but that never happened.
My father would bring other women home and force my mother to have sex with them. My mother was straight and hated that, but she, too, had no choice.
My father did only two things for me. His hobby was photography, and he taught me every aspect of still and video photography that I could possibly learn. I don't need to work, but I still pursue my career in photography. It's the only real pleasure I've had in life. The other thing that my father did for me was willing me half of the estate that his very wealthy parents had left him.
Anyway, Lys, I grew up hating men and knew I'd never let a man touch me. I have mellowed over the years and have some men friends, but I am a staunch lesbian and could never have sex with a man. My feelings against having sex with a man are probably how you feel about having sex with a woman. But you must and WILL be my sex partner. Lys, honey, you can never have sex with a man. I must see to that. You must overcome your heterosexual nature and be my - wife.
From the time I was seventeen until now, at thirty-seven, I have been looking for the perfect life partner for me. I passed up a few opportunities to have sex with other women, but I wanted someone special to love, cherish, and adore. I finally found that someone -- you.
I feel bad that you don't feel the same way about me, but I'm madly in love with you and I can never let you go. I know I must keep you my prisoner always because you're straight and wouldn't stay with me if you were free.
Since I met you, I daydream about you constantly. My panties are always wet because of you even when I'm not near you. When we're together, having dinner, seeing a movie, or just hanging out, I have to wear a panty liner, or I'd be dripping down my legs. I dream of you in color and have the only sexual releases that I don't get by masturbating.
Can't you see why I must have you and can't let you go? I am so in love with you that I ache for you, and I can't set you free. As you say you can't do what I ask and would rather die, I feel the same about losing you. I'd rather die.
Although it really and truly hurts me as much as it pains you, I must keep you on that post until you give yourself up to me. I will treat you like a princess and give you anything you want, need, or ask for except your freedom. I can't promise that I won't beat you for pleasure or punish you for misbehaving. I might even abuse you in other ways, but it will always be for sexual pleasure. I guess that it's true that what you experience in childhood causes you to follow that pattern, as you get older. Lys, honey, you may even come to enjoy a little pain.
