“"Obedience is pleasure.”“Obedience is pleasure,” I repeated in a whisper. I had no concept of time. I had no idea how long this went on for,...the doctor’s voice telling me things and me repeating them. Not just repeating but believing deep in my soul that they were absolutely true and that no other truth existed. His voice continued to shape my mind. "You enjoy being displayed and exhibited. You gain extra pleasure when others witness how well you perform for your Master.”It was at this point. "Okay, okay, I get frightened if men get too close. Are you happy now?" No, but admitting it is a step in the right direction. Really what you need todo is get counselling about it." But it was nearly six years ago." So? You still have issues you need to talk about. I'm a nurse, not acouncillor. Your GP should be able to refer you to someone." Really?" Yes really. When you are ready, you probably should tell your Mum. It wouldprobably be too hard for you to tell your Dad." I've no idea why I'm. On the side of the country road, she planted her feet and stuck a thumb out.It wasn't long before the sound of a horn from an approaching white Chevy Impala caught her attention. The car stopped, and someone asked. "Hey, where you heading?" New York," she smiled. "Well, Woodstock first, and New York after that." Far out, so are we," the guy in the passenger seat said, getting out of the car. "I'm Rob. Hop in, I'll sit in the back for a while."There were five people in the car. All appeared to. They were very pleased to find a large king-size bed in it. Beth had on a nice little summer dress. Desmond, standing behind Beth, held her as Otis got ahold of her dress at the collar and ripped it down the front. Desmond then pulled it off her shoulders. The torn dress fell around her ankles, leaving her standing there in bra and panties.“I don’t know what you think my husband did, but please don’t do this to me,” the pretty blonde terrified wife begged, as Desmond unhooked her bra.When Beth.