Case History 1
Subject: Patia von S. Age: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The first time that Patia (prounced PAY-sha) came into my office, it was instantly obvious to my clinical mind and calculating gaze that she had some great burden weighing upon her mind that she wished to unload on me.
She was not a good-looking girl in the accepted sense of the word, but there was a definite air about her that radiated attractiveness, and I was instantly eager to further or doctor-patient relationship all I could. I lost no time in asking her to relate to me the sexual encounter that seemed to trouble her, adding that she should feel free to speak plainly.
Patia was an intelligent girl with a large vocabulary, and for this reason I was able to record her story here with only a modicum of editing required. Here is what Patie had to tell me, put down exactly as she said it in my office:
Hello, Doctor. live long and prosper.
I guess I'd better begin at the beginning, like they say in the movies. Okay. My parents were Russian and German immigrants, which accounts for my name, but if you HI notice I speak English perfectly, and I've got a completely American personality.
I had a pretty much normal life, except for one or two things like the time my sister died and the time I was in a car accident. But neither of those events have much bearing on the sex-thing that happened to me, so I won't go into them unless you really want me to.
Okay. Regarding the sex. When I got to be a teenager, when I went into puberty, I started to develop an interest in sex. That's normal, isn't it, Doctor? I mean, most teenagers go through that, right?
Yeah. Well, I tried sex a couple of times with a couple of boys I knew and I liked it. Some friends of mine, girls, would kind of half try sex and get scared off, but because I got all the way into it the first time I liked it, and I kept on doing it. Now don't get me wrong, Doctor, I'm not easy. I never was, either. I'm not one of those chicks you see who stand on the street corner going "Fuckmefuckmefuckme," but at the same time I'm no prude either. Just a healthy attitude towards sex. I can enjoy it but I don't force anybody to give it to me.
I knew that there were all kinds of sexual side-trips, Doctor. I knew about the fairies and the lezzies and the women who do it with dogs, and all that kind of thing. But it didn't sound interesting to me, so I never got into it at all. I never even tried it once.
I had never heard of bondage and discipline, Doctor. I mean, I knew that sometimes people tied each other up on the Late Show and things like that, but it never occurred to me that there were people in this world who got KICKS out of that kind of thing. Pretty innocent, huh, Doctor?
Anyway, I guess I had a pretty reasonable home life. I went to school and all that kind of thing. Nothing out of the ordinary there, Doctor.
Like most people I had some hobbies, but here's where things started to get unusual. Keep listening and I'll tell you what I mean.
I was into science fiction. Reading it and watching it in the movies. I know that most of my friends preferred things like "The Godfather" or "Jaws", but I preferred science fiction.
One of the things I really got to like was "Star Trek," the old TV show about the spaceship that goes all over the place. It's a really funny show, Doctor. It's about these guys who have ray guns that can kill a man at thirty paces, but for some reason these guys are always having fist fights. I don't know why they don't just use the guns.
Anyway, Doctor, you may not realize this, but there's a whole CULT in this country built around "Star Trek." There are Star Trek fan clubs and conventions and everything.
I know that you're wondering what all this has got to do with bondage and discipline, Doctor, but don't worry. You'll find out soon enough.
Well, I started going to some of the Star Trek conventions that were in New York, which is where I live. There's such a Star Trek mania going on that sometimes there's a Trek convention every WEEKEND. Sometimes there's two in the same week, which is a pain in the ass.
Naturally these conventions, like any other conventions, had a lot of sex going around in the hotel rooms. Except that anybody who goes in for science fiction has to be a little weird in the head, so the sex at these Star Trek conventions was always a little bit weirder than at most other conventions.
Well, I'm not a nympho, like I told you before, but I'm not a prude either. I got my share of cock. I got invited to a couple of orgies but I turned them down because I can't get into that. I just prefer me and a guy and a bed. It's a hell of a lot nicer this way.
A couple of the guys I went to bed with thought they were real Don Juans, so they went around bragging to all the other guys about how EASY I was, which was total bullshit, Doctor. I sweat 'it was. I'm not TOO fussy about who fucks me, but that doesn't mean that I'll go to bed with just ANYBODY.
But the guys at these conventions didn't believe that. There was this one guy named Jon Estren who was a real pain in the ass. He was about three feet high, and maybe twelve years old, but he thought he was this real cool Casanova. He was always following me around trying to get me to lay him, which I wasn't going to do because not only was he a total schmuck but he smelled like a day-old abortion and had a face to match.
Well, Estren kept following me around trying to impress me with how suave he was, and finally I told him he could just go fuck himself with a beach umbrella because I wouldn't go to bed with him if he had the last cock on earth. Personally, Doctor, I think maybe he DID have the last cock on earth, it looked like something nobody else wanted.
Well, when I told Estren he could do what I told him he could do for a minute he looked like he was going to cry. But then he got this real funny look on his face-what there was of it-and he said that he had a friend he wanted me to meet. He said he was going to be holding an all-night poker game and clap clinic in his hotel room and I was invited.
Well, Doctor, I didn't want to go up there, but there was nothing else to do because most of the other guys and chicks at the convention had already been invited to this poker game. So I went up there too.
I didn't know what hotel room Estren was in, but I found it easily enough. All I did was walk around until I found a room that smelled like gorilla smegma, and I knew that that was Estren.
I started to knock on the door, but before I could I heard this weird noise coming from inside the room. It sounded like bagpipe music.
The door wasn't locked, so I walked right in. A lot of people were lying around playing cards and drinking and shooting up pot and fucking, and right in the middle of it all was some guy in a turtleneck playing a bagpipe.
I took one look at this guy and I said to myself: "This is one guy I've gotta be in bed with." He wasn't particularly good-looking, Doctor, and he wasn't the most macho guy I ever saw, but there was definitely something about him that turned me on. Maybe it was because he had a cock like a watermelon.
Well, Estren is sitting in the corner having somebody read him a comic book because he's illiterate, and as soon as he sees me he gets up and introduces me to this guy with the bagpipe and says this is the fellow he wants me to meet.
This guy's name was Froggy, and he looks at me and I look at him and neither one of us says anything but there's this look in our eyes that says "Let's do it." So Froggy and I went back down to my room and the last thing I saw of Estren three guys were dropping him out the window to see if he'd bounce.
Froggy and I went down to my room, and he whips out this whisky bottle and asks if I want a drink, to kind of "get me in the mood," as he put it. I can't remember the name of the brand of whisky, but I think it was "Old Camatose."
Well, Doctor, normally I can hold my liquor okay, but I took one sip of this booze he gave me and I just hit the floor. When I woke up something hurt like hell. I was lying face up on my own bed, spreadeagled, and I couldn't move. Somebody had put handcuffs on my wrists and ankles, and the other ends were attached to the corners of the bed. I was completely naked except for a black lace corset which I had never seen before in my life. Whoever had put it on me had made it so tight that I could scarcely breathe.
Naturally I was scared. I tried to call for help, but there was something in my mouth that kept the sound from coming out. It felt like a rubber ball, and I found out later that that's what it was.
Just then the door to the bathroom opened and Froggy came in with a Polaroid camera. He showed me some pictures he'd made of me, showing me chained to the bed with my tits hanging out, and he said that I had to do everything he told me to from now on, or otherwise he'd send copies of the pictures to my mother and father. He'd gotten my address from Estren.
Then he said that Estren was a friend of his and that he didn't like the way I'd been treating the guy. He said that even if Estren WAS a schmuck, he was still a male, whereas I was only a lowly female. He said that he was going to have to teach me which sex was the superior one.
He unchained me from the bed, and then chained me down in another position, and took some pictures of that. It was very humiliating. Then he put me on the floor and tied me up with a rope, in a different position, and took pictures of that. He took them from every angle, Doctor. Sometimes the camera was only an inch away from my cunt or my tits or my ass, and every shot showed at least one of the ropes in it. Not only was I embarrassed, but I was also scared as hell. But I didn't dare try to fight this guy because he could use those photographs to blackmail me.
After a while he took the corset off me and took some more pictures of me stark naked, with nothing on but the ropes and chains. By now I'd been tied up or chained up so tightly in so many different positions that I was getting big red marks around my wrists and ankles like you wouldn't believe.
Then he opened up a suitcase and took out a dress. It was the kind of dress a nine-year-old girl would wear, Doctor, with these ribbons and laces all over it. He ordered me to put it on, or else he'd give me an enema with the bagpipe. I put the thing on, and now I felt even more humiliated than ever. It was bad enough being deprived of my freedom, being forced to pose for these pictures, but now with this little-girl dress on I was even being deprived of my womanhood and being turned into a little girl. I wanted to disappear into the floor.
Froggy took some pictures of me in the outfit, and then he told me that I was a bad little girl for insulting Estren, and that he would have to punish me. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his knees. He lifted up the dress so it was around my waist, and then he spanked me very hard with a paddle he had. It hurt like hell, but the more it hurt me the more Froggy seemed to like it. I could tell he liked it because I was lying across his lap, and there was something between his legs that was getting bigger by the minute.
Froggy said that he was going to keep giving me the punishment I deserved until I started to scream and cry like the bad little girl I was, and beg for mercy. At first I didn't want to do it because it would have been too degrading, but that pain in my butt just got worse and worse, and so finally I did what he told me to do.
Then he threw me on the floor and pulled out a whip and said to take the dress off right away. He made me get up against the wall with my arms over my head and my face towards the corner. I begged him not to hurt me with the whip, but he told me to shut up and take my punishment or else he'd MAKE me take it.
He reminded me about the photographs, and so I did as I was told.
He took out a chain with a lock on one end and chained me to the radiator with my ass sticking out, so that he had a real good look at the big red marks that I had from the paddling. He took some close-up pictures of that, and I was so embarrassed that I blushed all over and you couldn't see the red marks anymore.
Froggy got mad at that, so he grabbed that whip he had and let me have it right across the fanny. Ouch. Damn! Apparently whoever was in the hotel room next door must have been fucking or something because they didn't hear me screaming my tits off.
Finally Froggy said that if I begged for mercy and promised to be eternally subservient to him he might consider letting me go provided that I get down on my knees and swear that men were superior to women. So I did all that and he said that as long as I was on my knees I might as well shine up his boots with my tongue. So I did that too, even though I didn't want to.
But now here's the funny part, Doctor. All this time I'd been hating this guy's guts for doing all these things to me and for making ME do things that I didn't want to do. But now all of a sudden, right in the middle of licking his boots, I suddenly realized that I LIKED it, that I got off on it somehow. I couldn't figure out how or why, but I knew just the same. In fact I had an orgasm from it, which really surprised me, Doctor, because I'd never had an orgasm before, not even from straight fucking.
Well, Froggy untied me and gave me my clothes back, and while I put them on he was looking at me real funny, and I was wondering if he'd noticed I'd had an orgasm. Finally he said to me that he was going to PROVE I was his slave. He said that as long as he had those pictures of me I'd do what he said because I was afraid of being blackmailed, and that that didn't prove anything. But now he grabbed the photos and tore them up and set fire to the pieces.
We both watched them burn, and then he grabbed my chin very gently, not like before, and turned my head so that I was looking him in the eyes, and then he asked me whether I was still his slave or not.
And would you believe it, Doctor? I said "Yes."
Well, you'll have to excuse me now, because he told me I had to be at his apartment today at five o'clock OR ELSE, and when he gets mad there's no telling WHAT he'll do.
INTERVIEW TWO
I was particularly intrigued by Patia's case, because unlike so many other patients who come to my office and tell me about their sex life in general, Patia told me exactly how she'd GOTTEN INTO the B&D scene. Not all patients are like this. They seem to be very close-mouthed about how they got into a particular type of sex, particularly those patients who prefer to act out the submissive role rather than the dominant role. I was anxious to meet with Patia again for three reasons. Firstly, as a dedicated physician I try to make a habit of mine to keep my files on every patient as up to date as possible. Secondly, what Patia had told me during our first session implied very strongly that she would soon have a few more sex scenes to describe to me in graphic detail. And, thirdly, she had big tits.
I made an appointment for Patia to come back to my office again, to which she agreed eagerly. I noticed that by now she was beginning to act as though she would do anything I or any other male told her to do.
Sure enough, when Patia came back I was not disappointed. In fact, if anything the account that she gave to me about her bondage exploits was even wilder than I had expected. The case study is such a striking one that I did not hesitate to insert it into this, my latest medical textbook, so that other members of the medical community could study it for themselves and learn more about this fascinating branch of sexology.
This is what Patia had to say to me, put down here word-for-word precisely as she said it to me in my office.
Hello again, Doctor. It's been a long time since I was here last, but maybe it's just as well, because the longer the time between sessions the more I'll have to tell you about when I DO come.
A lot has been happening to me B&D wise since our first session, so I shan't waste any time on how are you how's the wife, and just get right down to-the sex.
Right, then. Once I found out that I was actually INTO bondage, Froggy put me through this whole big training course to make sure that I would be the perfect submissive. Wasn't that thoughtful of him?
The training course was a lot of work, and of course it hurt a lot, but I was really starting to get off on it. By now I was such an expert on submission that I was having orgasms just from feeling a rope touch my skin. I knew that if I ever went back to regular sex it would be dullsville compared to this.
Froggy was an expert on B&D, in fact he'd invented quite a few of the tools and devices that other practitioners of the art use. His inventions were sold in places like The Pleasure Chest and Tinder box and so on. And he was a charter member of The Eulenspiegel Society, which is a group you must have heard of if you're making a study of bondage and S&M.
Froggy knew every trick in the book, and he taught them all to me. One of the ones he taught me was how, when I'm tied up, to struggle in such a way that all I did was pull the ropes even tighter. That should give you an idea of just how knowledgeable he was in these things. Did I say he knew every trick in the book? Hell, Doctor, I think that he WROTE the book.
I still couldn't figure out exactly why I was attracted to Froggy so much. It was partially because of the B&D thing, our common bond-if you'll pardon the pun-but I think it went deeper than that. It wasn't his looks, which were just average, and it wasn't his body, because even though he was stronger than most people he didn't have fantastically big muscles. It might have been his cock, which was big and shaped like a French tickler, but I don't think so because there were plenty of other guys I knew who had similar equipment.
Maybe I was attracted to him because he was a man. I don't mean just an adult male human being, Doctor, I mean a MAN. He KNEW he was a man, and that was important. He didn't have to dress up in leather and levis and walk around like John Wayne and talk big and curse a lot and do all that other macho shit. The people you see doing that stuff, the so-called studs, are so insecure about their masculinity that they have to do a big macho act, with the clothes and the walk and all, just to CONVINCE themselves that they ARE men. A lot of those leather boys you see are really fairies, Doctor, which is no coincidence because it's guys like that who REALLY have to convince themselves of their masculinity, namely because they don't have any. But Froggy KNEW that he was a man, and it showed. He didn't talk big or act big, because it's only the two-bit punks who have to put on a show. He WAS big. And that's why I liked him. And that's why I liked submitting to him.
Anyway, for quite some time he put me through the training course that I told you about, and one day he said to me that because I'd been such a good slave he was going to let me have a reward. He said that by now I was an expert at the submissive end of B&D, but that if I wanted to have an all-around knowledge of the subject I had to also learn how to be a dominant. So he said that as my reward he was going to give me a chance to be a dominant.
Right away I thought that he meant he was going to let me do all the things to HIM that he'd been doing to ME, and even though I liked the guy I just couldn't see myself doing that. When a man forces you into total submission, it's very hard for you to get into the right frame of mind to make him submit to YOU, if you know what I mean.
Well, Doctor, it turned out that Froggy hadn't been planning on being my submissive after all, which I was glad to hear. He told me that lately his so-called friend Jon Estren had been getting to be a real pain in the ass, and that it looked like a little rigid bondage was called for to keep the bastard in line and show him who was boss.
You remember Jon Estren, right, Doctor? Where I come from he's known as The Schmuck From the Black Lagoon.
Well, there was going to be another Star Trek convention in a few days-isn't there always?-and Froggy thought that in honour of the time it might be a good idea to put our little plan to work at this next coming convention.
The convention was at a hotel in Manhattan, and Froggy and I checked into a room together, which Estren didn't know about. We brought about six suitcases with us, and if the bellboys had seen what was in those suitcases they would have had a fit. I shan't tell you what was in the cases, Doctor, but I'll give you a hint. Most of it was either leather, rubber or steel, that is if you don't count the ten thousand feet of rope.
Conventions are funny things, Doctor, especially Star Trek conventions. As soon as everybody checks into the hotel they settle down to fucking and drinking and gambling and doing everything BUT holding a convention and the conventions is just an excuse for the fucking and drinking and gambling.
Well, as soon as we were checked into our room I located Estren and put our plan into action. I started acting really sexy and told him that I wanted him to come down to my room for a while and keep me company. (Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.) Naturally he was delighted, but he wasn't surprised because he honestly thought that the women couldn't keep their hands off him. The only part of him I had trouble keeping my hands off was his neck.
Estren didn't know Froggy was sharing the room with me. By now Froggy and I had developed a really intimate relationship, more intimate than most people have who only FUCK. I think that Froggy was even beginning to love me, because several times he used to grab me and kiss me on the nose. He wasn't a nose freak. He didn't get off on other girls' noses, but for some reason mine was a real turn-on to him.
Well, Estren came d own to the room with me and when he saw Froggy there his jaw hit the floor. Right away I started acting all apologetic. I said oh, I was sorry, but I'd forgotten that I'd already asked Froggy to come up to the room. It was all part of our plan.
Froggy suggested to Estren that the two of them share me, but Shitface said no way. He wanted me all to himself. I could see Froggy winking at me and I winked right back. It was all part of our fiendish plan.
Well, Froggy said that seeing as I was such a wonderful person I deserved nothing but the best, and that the only way to see which of the two of them was more worthy of me was to see which one was more of a man.
Estren said that was okay with him, because he knew in advance that he would win. (Which shows you how much of an ass hole he was. Froggy's not much to look at, but next to Estren, he's Mister America.)
So then he said to Estren that they would have a contest to see who was the bigger man, and that the winner would get me. Estren started to agree, but then Froggy says that the LOSER has to admit his defeat by giving up any manhood that he had.
Well, I could see Jon Estren hesitate a little, but he couldn't back out now.
Froggy said fine. He reached under the bed and whipped out six cases of beer. He said that the two of them were to have a beer-chugging contest, and whoever could go on the longest without having an accident was the bigger man.
Estren was a little surprised that the beer just happened to be under the bed, but he couldn't back out so he started chugging. Maybe I should tell you, Doctor, that Froggy was part Australian, which meant Estren had NO chance of winning that contest, because Australians hold beer so well you'd think it was still in the bottle.
They matched each other chug for chug, and for a while Estren was okay, but along about the third gallon he suddenly put down the bottle and pulled down his pants and yelled "Outa my way. Here it comes, I can't hold it anymore!"
Well, Doctor, he ran towards the bathroom, but when he got there he saw a big padlock on the door. Now how do you suppose THAT got there?
Well, Estren made this noise like a dog with rabies, and then I heard this funny sound, and I saw that his blue jeans were turning into green jeans, which meant that that the fabric was being soaked in something yellow. Like piss.
Froggy said that Estren had lost the contest, and now he was going to lose his manhood. We grabbed him and threw him on the bed and pulled all his clothes off before he knew what was happening.
Froggy opened up one of the suitcases, which was labeled, "B&D WARDROBE," and said, "Let's see now. Since he's not a man any longer should we turn him into a woman or a baby?" I suggested a baby, because you don't see very many women going around pissing in their pants.
So we grabbed Estren and forced him into a pair of rubber pants and diapers, which were very tight. He saw what we were doing and started to cry, which made him look more like a baby then ever. I took a big rubber pacifier out of the suitcase and stuck it into the kid's mouth like a gag, and I tied it on with a string so that if he tried to take it out he'd choke himself, which might not be such a bad idea. We looked at this kid lying on the bed being forced to suck on his rubber nipple in his mouth and making gurgly noises, and it was so funny we both laughed.
Then Froggy said that because the baby had wet his pants he had to be punished, so he ordered me to tie Estren down onto the bed and spank him hard. Well, that was one order I was glad to obey, Doctor. Then Froggy said that since the baby had such bad toilet habits perhaps we ought to give him an enema-a BIG one. So I got out the enema equipment and made sure it was put where our prisoner could see it.
Well, as soon as he saw it he started to scream like crazy, but because of the pacifier in his mouth he could just make baby noises. Froggy said that if the baby didn't behave his mommy would have to spank him, and as soon as Estren heard that he calmed down right enough. Then I gave him the enema. I was really amazed at how much water the guy held, but when I thought about it it made sense, because after all the guy WAS full of shit. By now Froggy had given me so many enemas that I knew just what to do now, and so after I pumped our prisoner's ass full of water I pulled out the tube and stuck in a little rubber plug, which was an invention of Froggy's.
Then Froggy told him that if he expected to be let out of here alive he'd have to do everything we said. And then he took out the good old Polaroid and took a few pictures just in case.
We untied Estren and then put him on the floor, and then we tied his arms together and his legs together so that he'd have to crawl, like a baby. Then we had him crawl all over the room while we sat there and laughed at him. I could tell he was humiliated because he was turning red and because his cock had started to shrivel up and blow away.
Then we pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and made him suck his thumb, and tied his wrist to his neck so that he couldn't take his thumb out of his mouth. We tied him up completely so he couldn't move, and then we put him in the corner, so he could see us, and then we started to fuck, just as another way of humiliating him, so that he could see that I preferred a REAL man to him.
Then Froggy and I took Shitso into the bathroom and put him in the tub. Froggy said that we had to teach him not to wet his pants by showing him how nasty it was to piss, and we proved it by pissing all over him. By now the kid was squirming and struggling like crazy, but he couldn't get loose.
Then I said that we were going to let him go, but first we were going to have to do one or two more things to keep him in his place.
We untied all the ropes that were on him, and then we pushed his knees up against his elbows and tied them that way so that he couldn't walk or even stand up. Just crawl. All this time the plug was still in his ass holding in the enema, and by now it hurt so much that he was starting to cry again, and Froggy said that if he didn't behave we'd spank him. By now I was really getting into the domination side of B&D, and I said that maybe we should spank him anyway, just to show him who was boss, but Froggy said no, and gave some very ridiculous reason that I can't remember. Later on I figured out that he'd deliberately disagreed with me just to prove that even though I was dominating Jon Estren, I was still BEING dominated by Froggy.
So we tied a very strong rope around Shithead's waist, and told him we were going to lower him out the bathroom window and into the street. The only way he could get back into the hotel and back to his own room was to crawl, and he knew it.
We lowered him out the window-it was six or seven stories-and into the street. Right away Estren started yelling for somebody to help him, but when they saw him in those diapers with his elbows and knees tied together they all just stood there and laughed. So he had to crawl back into the building all by himself, and even from seven flights up I could see him blushing like hell.
When he got out of the elevator and went up to the door of his hotel room, all of a sudden the door opened and we came out. We dragged him into the hotel room, and then we started to lower him out the window again so that the people on this side of the building could have a laugh too. It was very humiliating for the poor guy, which was why we liked doing it. His hotel room was on the eighth floor, and the rope didn't reach that far to the ground, so we had to drop him the last ten feet. Finally somebody took pity on him and untied him. They asked him how this had happened, but of course, he didn't want to admit it so he mumbled something about a costume" party and ran like hell. When he saw us in the lobby he said he never wanted either one of us to come near him again. That sounds like the end of the story, Doctor, but it isn't. Later that night we were in our hotel room, and Froggy was giving me a refresher course in submission, when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. He went across the room and opened it, and there was Jon Estren, on his knees. He took one look at both of us and then he said, "Do it again!"