.. In the centre was a large white circular bed thing and a whipping bar suspended from the ceiling with wrist and ankle shackles, where a girl or who...ver would be hoisted up and whipped or abused.Every weekend the husbands or owners of the girls in training would arrive and be treated like VIPs in this room. Their wives or slaves would then be brought out individually, always blindfolded, so they didn’t know their husband or owner was watching. Then they would be bound by a Japanese bondage. There were k**s, nurses, machinists, engineers. Of course my dad’s boss, Karl, the man who had taken my virginity and was fucking my mom every minute he could, was also there. After I’d blown out my dozen candles and made my wish we played games and at some point I went to the bathroom. When I came out Karl pulled me around the corner into the study and threatened to get me into trouble if I didn’t cooperate with him and do what he wanted.” “What did he say?” Dr. Heard asked. “He said. I was mad, but I was scared, too. So I hid under the soap shelves – you know, where the real smelly stuff was. I tried to eat some once, and it was horrible. One time, I tasted it; it tasted like the stuff that Bird had at home in her toilet room.’S: ‘So, you were under the shelves ... could you see what happened then?’R: ‘Yeah. One of the men dragged her out from behind the counter. She was not awake ... sleeping like, but she wasn’t asleep ... I could tell. The man hit her on the side of her. "He took it and stood. His chair tumbled over again. This time he tripped and found himself on all fours."Hey", she said, "You're not the one who's supposed to get hurt here."He picked himself up, rounded the table and stood behind her. The line of her spine, the shifting outline of her shoulder blades, the lines of her ribs, he could've looked at how they pressed against her smooth skin all night."Hey," she said again.He slapped her back. The leather strands spread and seemed to caress her.