She didn't want to abuse her clit so much that it hurt for hours (or days as she had once done) and would stop her from masturbating two or three time... before she slept. But imagining a man holding her captive and taking his fill of her, slaking his thirst in whatever ways he wanted, tying her up, and threatening and hurting her—especially threatening and hurting her. Fear was a favorite fantasy.The bus ride dragged on interminably, and boys she knew kept wanting to relate to her, to talk, kid. ”That would be an interesting day.The next two days were frantic. We made a few changes in our exhibition, with the approval of Drs. Robinson and Lowenstein.“Albert does not usually take such a personal interest in student exhibitions,” Dr. Robinson said as we watched him working with Annette on the other side of the gallery. “It’s rare to see him so excited. You’ve exceeded all our expectations, Arthur.”“Not just me,” I said. “It is a group project.” I looked at the painting and print hanging. Big mistake on my part, the look on his face told the story. ?Please, don?t spank me, I?ll do anything?, I pleaded pathetically.He laughed as he reached into the desk drawer, ?Now, we can?t let the neighbors hear your crying and I have a terrible feeling that my baby is going to be bawling his eyes out by the time I?m done so a dear friend supplied me with this practical device.?He held up a menacing looking leather gag with buckles to strap on plus the portion that went into the wearer?s mouth. He then bent and opened one of the cabinet doors in the base of the table, and removed a pillow that he placed on the leather padded top, then bending again, he removed two large and heavy metal objects and set them atop the table as well. Susan recognized them immediately for what they were. These were the stirrups that an examinee would place her feet into for a gynecological examination. Peter moved and lifting one of the steel stirrups, lifted it and placed the base into the slot at the.