Walking back to our bedroom, I rubbed teddy over my boobs and stomach. Once back in the room, I stood before the full length mirror and watched my ref...ection as teddy explored every inch of my twenty-eight year old body.I work hard to keep my five foot-six inch, one hundred-twenty pound hard body in condition. I still get looks from men as well as women. Then there is Erin and her boyfriend, both eighteen years old who live in the neighborhood. They find every excuse to come over and help me. I think a brother and sister romance is so romantic, wish I had a brother to own me and fuck me. No I've never been raped but I feared it, thought men would hurt me, saw inside my soul that any man or boy could just ask and I'd be their slut. Hating myself, wanting to be like the popular girls, the pretty ones and knowing they boys would one day know, know what I needed and they start raping me, I'd be blowing lines of men and boys, playing the whore. Fearing I'd be molested and fearing more I. Here he was taught to sew, mealplanning and preparation, and keep a neat house. He did not like it, butit was not hard to pass. He would do anything to get out of the corset.That next morning, he was given his last bath by Ms. Labeaux. "From now onI expect you to bathe yourself the way I have shown you. Before you beginyour bath, I will show you the proper way for a young lady to prepare herbody. It is called douching and I expect you to do this every morning fromnow on. It is a means for you. All of Lynette's skin shone with her sweat. I stretched out my hand to caress her breast, still purple from yesterday's exertions but Brett held my wrist."You can't touch her," he said, "not with your bare hands."Olga finished striking her mound, "Thirty," she said, and tossed the knout aside."What can I touch her with then?" I asked.He handed me a pair of pliers.I looked at the pliers uncomprehending."You can always increase her suffering," he said, gesturing at Lynette with his head. "Don't.