Dr Beavertail started to explain to me that I had became bored with sex asI knew it and that I needed to learn more about my body and needed to experi...ncethe wild side as she called it. She asked me if I would be willing to undergoa special treatment at her clinic in the high dessert in New Mexico. I askedwhat the treatment entailed and she went over some of the treatment and thatI would enter treatment voluntarily but once entered I would be made continuetreatment till the end. She also. This new feeling of control, of dominating Ben was exhilarating, and she didn’t feel guilty because she was giving him sexual experiences he would not get with any girl in school. When she finally let him inside, he was beaming with pride.“I didn’t touch myself, Miss Jenny, but I sure wanted to. I ache something awful down there.”“I know, Ben, and you’re learning self-control very well; I’m proud of you. You’ve learned how important it is to withhold your own pleasure while satisfying me or any. She used two fingers to part my outer labia. Bending over me I could feel her breath on my thighs, as she held my labia open, her finger slid inside, her manicured but short nails disappearing inside me. She parted my inner labia, my scents filling the room, her finger finding the opening to my vagina. She pressed her finger inside. My body tensed, my feet tingling as her finger pushed inside me. My thigh muscles tried to press closed, to pull the intrusion deeper inside me, to hold her hand. For example, Mom took me to her salon to get my hair cut. Ifit wasn't bad enough to go to a ladies' salon, she basically got me thesame haircut that she has! But here's where things get confusing, Diary. I kind of LIKE looking like Mom. I didn't even say anything when the ladywho was cutting my hair also twezed my eyebrows. Mom was SO excited tosee what I looked like that I really felt like i couldn't complain. Shedoes seem happier now then I have ever seen her. And I have to say, itdoes.