Classic FemDom Erotica. Why does someone become a submissive leading a life of humiliation, cialis 40mg degradation and exploitation? Sometimes all it takes is the right person at the right time…and then there is no escape.
Jeff Grant was alone. His relationship with Clare was over and he just couldn’t come to terms with it. All he knew for sure was it had something to do with Helen Jones, a sexual and relationship specialist that Clare had been seeing. Before leaving Clare told him to go and see Helen about his problems. She insisted that Helen could help…
What was clear to Jeff was that this woman had ruined what he had with Clare and so he rang intending to give her a piece of his mind.
It was a phone call which changed his life; changed his very self.
Right from the start Helen seemed to know him better than he knew himself, seeing deeply into his inner core. And so begins his tortuous descent into submission and servitude. A journey that would change him and mark him forever.
Helen, Jo- her daughter – and Clare his ex-fiancée, all play crucial parts in his slide into total acceptance of who he is and his new life of humiliation, degradation and ultimate submission.
An absorbing story told with honesty, frankness and a compelling sense of reality.
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I felt so helpless. The house was empty and all I had left of my relationship with Clare was a short scribbled note. It told me to leave her alone and I should go to counselling with the woman on the card enclosed.
It was someone called Helen Jones with the title of sexual therapist under her name and an address that was local to where I lived.
I looked at the name, Helen; she was seemingly the woman that had been influencing Clare for many months. My anger burned when I looked at the card.
I thought of how it had all come to this. Clare and I had been so much in love! Together at college and then in the small house where we became engaged and set to be married in a year’s time.
As for now I was unclear? I wasn’t sure what transpired but suddenly what we shared was insufficient for her and she wanted to be set free and to go out and on without me.
I had tried to give her space but it was hard to ignore the changes that took place in her. Lipstick became brighter, her skirts shorter and her drawers became full of the best underwear and lingerie.
I would secretly watch her dress trying not to notice how the underwear fitted her so snugly and was always framed by nylons and garters. Her antics drove me crazy and I did things that were unworthy of me and even followed her on many occasions where she would go dancing or increasingly, enjoying the company of a man.
I confronted her more than once when she was dining and she would tell me to leave in the strongest terms. I tried to let her have her space but I was driven to know what was going on and eventually she obtained a restraining order against me which kept my access to her outside the house to over 300 metres. Inside our home I was always calm and docile with her as I had always been.
We had already moved into separate rooms and only finance kept us together in the property, which had been sold that week. It had been a traumatic time for me and as I gazed around the barren rooms as I collected the remainder of my stuff I felt lower than at any time in my life.
Clare was gone and I had to accept it and move on. It was easy to say but I knew the past held me captive and I had rented a flat for a couple of months to decide what I needed to do. I had a job and a little money but no direction at all.
I moved into the apartment and sat night after night watching the television and wondering about Clare. I missed her terribly and had dark thoughts that I pushed to the very deepest recesses of my mind. I realised I was obsessing and after yet another night of restless sleep I was eventually looking again at the card that Clare had left for me.
Helen Jones… Sexual Therapist…Relationship Expert.
Just reading her name sent my temperature high and set my anger to explosive.
Relationship Specialist indeed! I wanted to give her a real piece of my mind; she’d ruined my relationship!
I picked up my mobile and dialled the number and to my surprise it was answered on the second ring. A crisp clear voice spoke.
“Hello this is Helen Jones.”
“Is it?” I blustered.
“It is…who am I speaking to?”
“Jeff Grant…you know…”
“Yes of course Clare’s friend.”
“Ex friend.”
“That’s not true Jeff…Clare’s still your friend but…but now she has some new friends.”
“That are fucking her!”
I didn’t know why I said that.
“That is true Jeff…does that bother you?”
I went quiet.
“Of course it does another man is fucking your little Clare and how does it make you feel?”
I could not speak.
“Your quiet Jeff are you erect thinking about it?”
I was.
“You need some therapy Jeff…ring me when you want to confront it…and don’t masturbate.”
“I don’t!”
“You’re in denial Jeff.”
“Fuck off!”
I raged and the phone went silent for a second.
“That will cost you young man I was going to give you your first session free…now you will pay…and”
“And what?”
“You will have to beg me to see you and tell you about Clare.”
“Fuck you I’ll never beg you…Fuck you!”
I turned the phone off and felt myself shaking in fury. The nerve of her! Telling me about Clare and about me!
How did she know about me? What else did she know? No one had spoken to me like that and it sent my mind into meltdown.
All I could think about was Clare and her fucking and in spite of what Helen said I masturbated furiously to sordid visions that swam in my subconscious like evil monsters from the depth of my filthy mind.
I tried to ignore her and forget what she said but it was less than a week before I realised that I had to speak to her again.
I was sure if I could talk to her, then perhaps I could get things straight in my head. I phoned her early one evening and as previously it was answered on the second ring.
“Helen Jones…hello Jeff.”
She recognised my number.
“Hello Helen.”
“Don’t call me Helen, Jeff…call me Miss Jones…you’re not my friend.”
I felt myself shivering…I was so unnerved.
“Yes Miss Jones…I’m sorry for what I said.
“You mean telling me to fuck off…when I was telling you the truth.”
“Yes Miss Jones.”
“Have you masturbated Jeff?”
I went quiet.
“Obviously you have… you’re a silly little boy…aren’t you?”
She was belittling me but all I heard myself say was.
“Yes Miss Jones.”
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