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Synopsis: A psychiatrist knows how to lure women into a lifetime of slavery, providing himself with willing victims for sex and torture. Smith Chapter 1 There are whole books telling you how to deal with slaves. She was a confused and unhappy child who grew into a confused and aimless young woman — promiscuous and daring during the anonymous excesses of spring breaks in Florida, cloistered and unsure of herself when back on her college campus.

But what can he do when his favorite captive becomes damaged goods? The wild Anna rode on a strange young man's shoulders, snugging her crotch to the nape of his neck, baring her breasts for the chanting crowds with their video cameras in return for free beer, giving her body over to multiple strangers when the beers overtook her Catholic inhibitions.

I knew from the moment I met Anna that I had to have her. Well now, by God, she's going to understand the meaning of "control." And not by force. Shocked by her own behavior, she would then withdraw again into the hang-tail, guilt-ridden shell of her Catholic upbringing.

A wild little thing silently crying out for control. In her old vanilla life when life's arbitrary rules ground her spirit down, she reacted by unleashing a hidden wild side that often got her into trouble.

With Anna, the contradictory elements of her character — that unstable mix of shyness and exhibitionism, abject needfulness and chaotic rebellion — combined to make perfect psychological clay for the molding of an ideal slave.

This does not come easily and naturally to any human being, but to some it is the only path to a satisfying life.

The key to that service is instant and automatic obedience.

She has acknowledged that the only purpose of her existence now is to serve me.

I'm also a practicing psychiatrist and know a thing or two about how to coax dark secrets from unhappy humans.Anna was twenty-one, had just finished her second year at nearby St. I had concluded a stint as guest lecturer there and met her in a pub that was popular with both students and faculty. Show it off." Her eyebrows flicked up, surprised at my criticism.Five minutes into our conversation I realized I was inordinately attracted to her. But she smoothed out her expression, smiled slightly — getting into it now — and began a much more elegant turn. I let her stand a few more minutes before rising from the chair where I'd been sitting.It was also clear that she was an extraordinary butterfly trapped in society's web of numbing conformity. Four drinks later her defensive shyness crumbled and she let herself follow me to a quiet corner booth. But the boys who verbally salivated over her lush body and exquisite face, who poured out their devotion with tender endearments, plied her with extravagant gifts and wooed her with ringing testaments of their adoration, bored her silly. What really turned her on, she confided through the haze of her growing intoxication, was to be treated badly. I walked slowly around her, trailing the length of her long, dark, honey hair through my fingers.It was there I extracted her secret and knew just how I was going to win her. She liked to be roughed up, slapped around, taken harshly. Anna trembled visibly, warming to a fantasy becoming real, and reached behind her back. Looking me steadily in the eyes, she slipped her thumbs under the sides of the thong and pushed it down, letting it drop to her feet. Let me take you in." I let nearly two minutes crawl by, then told her to turn slowly, a full 360 degrees. When I was at her side, three quarters of the way around, I kissed the top of her shoulder, then gently bit her neck, then kissed her deeply on the mouth, drawing her tongue between my teeth.

Her fantasies involved a strange man kidnaping her, tying her up and spanking her mercilessly when she tried to escape. I assured her that while her fantasies and sexual preferences were not ordinary and bland, they were definitely not abnormal, that many others share her feelings and are excited by images of violence. I never asked her for a kiss, I just seized the back of her neck and kissed her, squeezing her breasts with the other hand. She stepped out of the ribbony tangle and nudged it aside with her left foot. She took a deep shuddering breath and did an awkward, self-conscious turn. In a sudden move I swept her up into my arms and carried her upstairs into my bedroom and stood her beside my king sized bed. She smiled a little coyly and began unbuttoning my shirt.

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