After a few seconds of allowing my indulgence, he tells me casually "shut up crying, you dizzy little bitch". Then it’s "stop blubbering, Pussy," in...a softer, more conciliatory tone. "You’ve come a very long way, my little slut and I can understand that you’re a bit confused right now. We’ve made fantastic progress together, and I’m quite pleased with you. Not only do you look like an available, cock-sucking slut, with your nice, pert titties and your fat, shiny lips, but also you’re beginning. He wrote about the power dynamics behind prison sexual domination as the prime motivator of these occurrences, & suggested that, for a victim to continue in that role after his release from custody, some therapy might be called for.In my own case, I learned to accept the role of bitch, sissy, punk, woman. I fully understand that dominance, not sexual gratification, is behind most prison sex attacks (all sex attacks, for that matter). That accounts for the enslavement process itself. But just as. "Oh, there's no big rush," Vicky purred. "How about a drink first? You probably had a hard day on the golf course." Uh, yeah," Frank said, reddening a little. "A drink would be great, Vicky."She brought him a drink and sat next to him on the couch, moving so close that she could feel the heat of his exciting male body. She'd always found Frank attractive, and lately she'd been wondering how he was in bed. This seduction was going to be very fun and interesting."I'm glad we're alone, Frank," she. Once he told me that he had a hard time talking to girls, he didn't have a whole lot to say. I tried to pull things out of him by asking him questions about school, tennis, his family and anything else I could think of and he just answered in a few words. I thought for sure he would talk about tennis but he had less to say about that than anything else.We'd run out of things to say by halftime. Jim wanted to spend more money at the snack bar but I didn't want anything. He wanted to buy me.