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a sacred cult. I found myself fantasizing about it more and more.” I was no longer aroused by a stone cold statue – the memory of my aunt’s angry, wrathful face as she meted out her punishment, drove me to indescribable orgasms alone in my bed at night.
    “ Did you try to pursue a relationship with your step aunt?” Saskia said perceptively.
    " At the age of 17 I went to university in the city where Aunt Sophia lived. I studied English literature and kept very much to myself. I had no friends and read countless books and I could not stop thinking of what had happened that night when my aunt had lashed me and then made me kneel before her submissively, thanking her for my pain and punishment. I found the memory thrilling and exciting and sexually arousing. I imagined Aunt Sophia lying naked on a bed of roses, surrounded by dancing cupids.”
    “What a vivid imagination you have!”
    "One Saturday morning, I went to see my aunt at her house. She received me in a cordial manner and gave me a light kiss on my cheek in greeting which immediately put all my senses in turmoil. She was in her forties and, like most well-preserved women, she was still very attractive. I had not seen her in two or three years and I kept staring at her hands. They were strong and broad - almost coarse. They were hands that were capable of meting out excruciating, exquisite pain. I adored those hands.”
    “And you became lovers?” she surmised.
    “In our own way, I suppose you could say we became lovers,” I said softly. “My sexual appetite was insatiable. In our ‘relationship’ I was submissive and she was dominant. I longed to be sexually aroused by her cruelty. We became… intimately involved. We fell into sexual role playing.”
    “What kind of role playing?” Saskia asked. Her lips were slightly parted and she ran her tongue over them and was breathing heavily. I could see she was excited.
    Oh my love, we could scale to dizzy heights of pain and passion. If only you would allow it!
    I shrugged. “Sex games. She was the dominatrix and I was the submissive.  She allowed me to visit her once a week at a specified time to receive my punishment. I was not allowed to be one minute early or one minute late. If I was not exactly on time I would be beaten later on. I was allowed to ring the doorbell only once and to wait until she appeared. If I rang the bell more than once I would be severely punished. She demanded total submission. Sometimes she would make me wait at the door for an hour or more.”
    “L ike a dutiful slave?” Saskia said.
    “Yes, I was a dutiful and willing submissive.”
     
     
     
     
    I made the mistake of ringing Aunt Sophia’s doorbell twice when she had specifically instructed me to ring it once only, and wait. She was angry when she opened the door. She stood there, glaring at me. When I began to apologize she placed a finger on my lips, indicating that I should be quiet. I was not allowed to speak. I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to – that was the first rule of submission I ever learnt.
    There were many other rules. And if I did not agree to them she told me that she would not see me again.
    And so on that first afternoon when she closed the door behind me and led me into her small sitting room, she said, “ You should not have rung the doorbell more than once, Julian. I did not command you to do that – I said ring it once only.”
    The unemotional tone of her voice aroused me . She noticed the bulge in my trousers.
    “Take off your clothes,” she said.
    I undressed while she watched me.
    “Fold your clothes a nd put them in a neat pile on the chair,” she commanded.
    I did as I was told and finally stood naked and ready before her. She inspected my 17 year-old body, travelling her eyes slowly and deliberately over every inch of my skin, my face, my genitals… Her eyes lingered on my engorged penis and dwelled there. A ghost of a smile played on her lips when she saw the size of my