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the potential of her young body. Again, she imagined several men discovering her secret word and calling at the house to use her for debased sex. If only I had my own flat! she found herself thinking, all too aware now of her sexuality. God, the fun I could have if Barry wasn't around!
    Monogamy - the word had taken on a new meaning for Marianne. Monogamy, once so precious, bringing security -but now it was synonymous with such horrifying words as chains, prisoner - slave. Barry has power over me, she mused dolefully. But no, I have power over him! He thinks that he s using me, but I'm using him! The sudden realization pleased her. In Barry's eyes, she was the innocent party - but in reality, she was the perpetrator! But she was fearful of herself, the Marianne she hadn't known existed - the unknown Marianne waking within her.
    As she ran her fingertips around her stiffening nipples, darkening her areolae, her mind became torn again. Her thoughts lurching between her new-found dangerous games of lust and the real world, she wondered whether to pretend that she was out when John called. Playing the game with Barry was one thing, but with John - and with whoever else might discover the word?
    Her fingers wandering over her smooth stomach, she closed her eyes as she located the top of her sex-groove and remembered John's massive penis buried deep within her hot vagina as he shafted her to orgasm. Circling her swelling clitoris, she breathed heavily. 'God, I can't masturbate now!' she gasped, grabbing her clothes and quickly dressing before she fell prey to her insatiable clitoris.
    Eyeing the clock as she sat at the kitchen table sipping her coffee, Marianne wondered when John, her master, would arrive for his debauched sex session. She also wondered whether he'd told anyone else. God, he might turn up with halfa dozen friends! To her horror, and her delight, the thought sent a thrill up her spine - a quiver through her womb.
    Imagining several young men attending her most intimate needs, she desperately tried to take a grip on herself.
    The doorbell rang as if signalling that her time had come, and her heart leaped. 'What shall I do?' she whispered as she stood up and walked through the hall, the word master looming in her racked mind. Remorse came again, flooding her mind, gnawing away at her soul. 'I should never have allowed John to ..Recognizing Jill through the frosted glass, she opened the door and breathed easily again.
    'Thank God it's you!' she smiled, closing the door and leading the attractive nineteen-year-old into the kitchen.
    'Why, who else are you expecting?' Jill asked.
    'Oh, no one special. Coffee?'
    'Thanks. So, you reckon that this trigger word of yours works, do you?'
    'I know it works!'
    'I was thinking about it after you'd phoned last night. You're not pretending, are you?' Jill asked suspiciously.
    'Pretending?' Marianne echoed nonchalantly. 'Pretending what?' I'm innocent!
    'The trigger word. It occurred to me that you could pretend to have had a word implanted in your subconscious so that you could trick Barry.'
    'Why on earth would I want to do that?'
    'For fun! I was thinking about it, the fun you could have if he thought that you were hypnotized. Don't you see the potential? You could play all sorts of games. He might even turn you into his sex slave! You might discover a host of sordid sexual fantasies that Barry secretly harbours!'
    Strange how people unwittingly hit the nail on the head! Marianne reflected, gazing into the girl's dark eyes. Some people, and in particular Jill, seem to have the uncanny knack of seeing through the wool.
    'The word works, Jill,' Marianne replied firmly. 'There's no pretence, I can assure you! Anyway, I enjoyed the course. I met some interesting people,' she smiled, desperate to change the subject. 'There was this awful woman from Hull who ...'
    'Juxtaposition.'
    Stifling a laugh, Marianne feigned her hypnotic state, expecting Jill to order her to hop on one foot and