Maybe she?d even give Cheryl some pointers about how to deal with a man who seemed to be spending too much time looking and dirty magazines and not en...ugh at her. As was always the case, she had him touch and teasing himself while she taunted him. No matter how humiliating or degrading the suggestion, no matter how much it might expose him, she was training him to love her control over him with this simple Pavlovian connection between her wickedness and his arousal. Edward found out, much. Had I not been so ashamed of my current state of dirtiness I would have found this undressing very erotic. When Maggie had all my clothes off she quietly gathered them up and threw a blanket over me. I fell asleep while hearing the soft humming of the washing machine apparently washing my newly shed clothes. I woke to a soft hand pulling me off the floor. It was dark enough that I couldn’t see around me, but I knew that it was Maggie by the way that she softly guided me through the darkness. I. Her parents, who never really approved of me, kicked her out ofthe house and stopped communicating with her. Soon after they moved awaywithout leaving her their new phone number or address. Fortunately forboth of us, my father took her in and even supported her through collegeafter the baby was born. While my grades weren't good enough to get intoa good college, Ella was an athlete and honor's student and graduatedwith her pick of colleges. She ended up going to UCLA in order to stayclose. And it didn't stop. He was whipping me; it was nothing like the light flogging that I'd thought about in past fantasies... this was a much more realistic whipping, one that brought genuine yells from me, genuine pain that had me crying out in agony. And it didn't stop. I had no idea if real damage was being done or not; I knew that he'd taken me past the point of caring about my own pride. I'd been reduced to groveling, to crying, to pleading. My eyes were swollen from the tears that had been.