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me; to wake me from a deep sleep in a cold sweat, to make my body tremble uncontrollably for no apparent reason.
    Saskia squeezed my hand. “Did you have such an unhappy childhood?”
    I shrugge d. “It’s not something I ever talk about. I will tell you about one sexual experience I had as a boy. I was about thirteen when I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom one day, studying. My cousin, who was about 19 at the time and was visiting, suddenly came into my room uninvited and bent down over me and kissed me. She had unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse and I could see her breasts. The kiss ran through me like a wildfire but I ran from the room, startled. I often thought of her after that in my bed alone at night, and I used to masturbate to the memory of her naked breasts pressed against me."
    Saskia laughed. "Was that the sum of your sexual adventures as a youth?"
    The sum of my sexual ‘adventures’ as a child? I thought bitterly. That wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. How could I ever tell this woman – or anyone else for that matter – about what I was subjected to as a child?
    I shuddered violently suddenly.
    “Are you cold? Do you want to go inside? Saskia said.
    “No. I’m fine.”
    “Tell me more.”
    “Well, there was another incident around that time," I recounted slowly. "I was about fourteen. My stepmother’s older sister, Aunt Sophia, sometimes visited when my father was away. She was a handsome, aloof woman with a haughty bearing - very austere and serious and unsmiling – I was afraid of her. She did not like me and my behavior toward her was sometimes rude and even a little malicious.
    "One day she visited while my father was away on one of his business trips and my step aunt decided to teach me a lesson for being rude and insolent. One evening, after I had gone to be, she entered my bedroom unexpectedly. She was wearing a long fur coat and my stepmother, and my young cousin whom I had scorned, were with her. Without a word, they pulled me from my bed and tied my hands and feet with some sort of nylon cord, despite my resisting.
    “ I had been sleeping in my underpants and a vest and my stepmother tore them from my body so that I stood before the three women absolutely naked. I felt humiliated and afraid. Then they pushed me face down on my bed and Aunt Sophia, with an evil smile, rolled up her sleeves and prepared to punish me. My cousin handed her a riding crop and she began to whip my naked buttocks with the switch. I was terrified. I cried out and wept and begged her to stop but she carried on until she was spent, leaving me bruised and in terrible pain. Finally they untied me and then Aunt Sophia made me get down on my knees in front of her and thank her for my punishment. When I stood up I was ashamed to see that I had a huge, uncontrollable erection. She looked down at my swollen penis and gave me a knowing smile. Without another word she left the room and the other two women followed her. I was alone with my pain and my shame and the confusion at my sexual desire. The pain seemed to arouse me even further and I masturbated immediately and came with a tumultuous roar of sexual gratification. This left me feeling even more confused and bewildered.”
    “Poor boy,” Saskia said, stroking my hand. “Now I am beginning to understand your obsession with Venus and domineering women in fur coats. What a coincidence that I enjoy wearing my sable coat – even though it’s politically incorrect. I just love the luxury of fur.” She laughed softly.
    I nodded. “Being naked and vulnerable and mercilessly beaten by a powerful woman first made me aware of the sexual pleasure of being stimulated and aroused by pain at the hands of a dominant woman. In her full-length fur coat my aunt was a cruel and wrathful dominatrix, and from then on she became the most desirable woman on God's earth to me. In my imagination the sensual sexual stimulus of pleasure and pain became entwined and a sort of