It was a fairly easy transition, at least for me. Her panic attacks had subsumed almost everything else in her life. She was unable to hold down a job. She had trouble being out in public alone. Simple tasks had become insurmountable.

Fear gripped her and wouldn’t let go. She was terrified of the fear itself and how it could immobilize her.

Drugs didn’t work. In fact, medication of any kind seemed to make it worse. Alcohol worked for a little while, but produced a different kind of paralysis.

In the face of all of this, hypnosis seemed to be a very attractive alternative solution. How to use it most effectively in order to release her from her fears, and allow her to have a life in which she could move and feel safe was my challenge. I wanted her to feel safe and loved as my wife or my concubine. We had not yet decided what kind of relationship we would ultimately have.

I wanted her to be enabled to use her performance in either role to be the vehicle by which she held her fear at bay. This was the challenge I gave to the hypno-therapist.

“I want you to tell her that her fears no longer control her. Tell her that she is free from them. Make her believe that she is loved by me, and that because I love her, she is completely safe. Keep repeating that mantra, that as long as she knows she is loved by me, she is completely safe. Nothing can harm her. There is nothing to fear.” And then I began to add the sexual aspect of what I hoped for to the hypnotic assignment.

“Tell her that my seed is yummy. Impress upon her that it is the most delicious thing she has ever tasted. Tell her that it is my seed, and the essence of who I am. It is the most crucial part of my soul. Make her know that when she swallows it, she has the essence of my love inside of her, keeping her safe. Impress upon her strongly, that she will be able to feel my cum inside of her, in her belly for at least one day after she has swallowed it; and that as long as she can feel it inside of her, no panic attack is able to touch her, because she is safe. She is loved, and that this type of love protects her from fear.”

“Make her understand that the moment she loves most and needs most, is that moment when my seed begins to flow into her mouth. First, it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted, and that as she swallows it, she feels safety and relaxation spreading through her entire body. Impress upon her that it is my cum that redeems her soul from fear.”

The hypnotist told me that she could accomplish this in one three hour session, but that she would need to reinforce that suggestion for an entire week of three hour sessions, in order for the adjustment to take hold long in a permanent way. She told me that the anxiety and panic attacks would cease immediately. Also, my little Nila would begin asking to suck, and would swallow my seed hungrily right away, and that she would love it. She also said that my little girl would feel a compulsion, possibly for the rest of her life, to swallow my seed once or twice a week, at a minimum. She said if she went more than a few days without doing so, that she would begin feeling the panic attacks return, and soon would feel compelled to have to swallow cum in order to stop the fear from taking hold of her. She told me that if I was not present, or able to give her cum to swallow, she would eventually feel irresistibly compelled to swallow cum from some other man.

She also told me that her fee for this week’s regimen of hypnotic adjustment would be $5,000. paid in advance. She asked me if there was any other behavior that I would like my lover to embrace.

I told her that I would like my little girl to feel that getting spanked by me was an additional sign of my love for her. I told her that I would like her to only be able to experience an orgasm after a thorough spanking; and that these orgasms would be extreme, leaving her both feeling loved and safe; and that after her orgasm I might choose to climax in her mouth. I wanted her to need a thorough spanking, 150 whacks or more, sometimes completely naked, almost always bare bottom, leaving her bare bottom bright red, a minimum of twice a week. I wanted it to be an additional proof of my love for her. I wanted her to feel more internally secure, because she was being spanked often. I wanted her to cry like a little girl, and feel better for it. She told me that would be easy to add, and make permanent, unless she was re-adjusted, during the same week’s sessions. She said that this additional adjustment would cost an additional $5,000.- also payable in advance. She asked if there was any additional behavior I wanted my little girl to be adjusted for.

I told her that I would periodically be away, and that during those periods, I understood that my little girl would have a compulsion to swallow the cum of other men, and that she should allow herself to do that. But I wanted her to feel guilty for doing so, and to feel fear about it, in the form of anxiety attacks, until she confessed it to me, and asked to be punished. This particular punishment was to be more than a thorough spanking. This was to be a whipping with a belt or a very thorough paddling, usually administered to her when she was completely naked. Both forms of punishment would yield welts or bruises that would last for days. During this particular punishment, I wanted her to apologize profusely, and beg me to forgive her, and afterwards, to thoroughly sodomize her.

Finally, I wanted her to need to be sodomized at least once every couple of weeks, as a means of expressing her love for me, also an additional means of holding her panic attacks at bay. I wanted her to have tremendous orgasms as she received anal sex, and of course, feel more secure afterwards.

The hypnotist listened to all of this and told me, “I can make her this way for you, and it will be permanent, unless she is re-adjusted. In the future we can make any additions to her compulsions and needs that you might wish. We can do this all in one week’s treatment, for four hours a day. The cost for this therapy- all the things you desire, will be $25,000., half in advance, and the balance before the final session of the last treatment.”

I wrote her the check for $12,500, and my little girl, Nila, began her first four hour hypnotherapy session. I visited a fine art museum in the city during her session.

Chapter 2

She was released from her first therapy session at 3:00 PM, looking completely relaxed, and showing none of the tell-tale signs of the terrible anxiety, that had been torturing her for the past many months.

I asked her how she felt, and she told me that she felt better than she had in years. The hypnotist asked if she could have a moment to speak to me privately before we left for that day.

I stepped away for a moment, and she told me that Nila would want and need to swallow some of my seed within the next couple of hours, definitely before the evening commenced. She also said, “Don’t hesitate to give her orders. Later tonight she’s going to need a spanking. She’ll ask you for it, probably at dinner. This time, give her more than 150 whacks. It’s important to solidify the adjustment we’ve just given her, and fix the imprint properly. Give her a minimum of 200, and make them hard. Don’t hold back. She’s expecting a spanking- actually craving it. You’ll want her expectation of a spanking in the future to be one of a real spanking, not love-taps. This is the point at which you fix her expectations long term. Make her count them, one at a time. Make her say thank you, anytime she has the chance. Don’t just leave her bottom red tonight, leave finger marks on her bottom and thighs. Definitely make her cry. Afterwards, have her sexually. Start with her vagina, but know that all three of her openings are now on the menu for you- and in any sequence.”

I said goodbye for the day to the hypnotist, and took Nila back to our hotel suite in Montreal. She was dressed in a business suit, and looked beautiful. I took my jacket off and laid it on the bed. I took her face in my hands, and kissed her passionately on the mouth. I looked her in the face, and gently told her, “Take off all of your clothes right now”.

Without hesitation, she took off her jacket and laid it on the bed. She stepped out of her shoes, opened her pants and took them off, laying them on the bed. She pulled her blouse off over her head, and laid it also on the bed. Her bra and panties followed immediately. She stood in front of me completely naked, alternately looking at me, and then down at the floor.

I took her in my arms again and kissed her, cupping her bottom in my hands, squeezing it. I put the first digit of my finger up into her rectum, and she didn’t resist at all. I lowered my head and kissed her perfect B cup breasts, breathing them in.  I continued to explore her body with my hands, almost like it was the first time I had ever touched her like this. Indeed, it was the first time I had ever given her this type of sexual inspection. Finally I told her to get down on her knees in front of me. I opened my pants and took my swollen cock out directly in front of her face, all nine inches. I told her to kiss it, and she put her lips to it. I told her to open her mouth and to take it all the way into her mouth, massaging it all the way with her tongue. I had her make slurping noises as she sucked it. I brought it into the back of her mouth, and told her to swallow it down into her throat. She gagged and was unable to do it, after trying repeatedly. She would have to learn how, and until she did, her upcoming spankings were going to have an instructional aspect. She continued to suck as I guided her head, making sure she used her tongue in conjunction with her lips and mouth, as she slurped and massaged.

Finally I could no longer contain myself, and began to explode into her mouth. For three long spurts there was no real thought beyond the feel of her mouth, as she gulped as though she were swallowing some life giving elixir, and in that moment of almost blacking out, we connected. We connected on some primal level, in which we were two parts of the same being. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, trying to coax every last drop of cum out of my cock, and then when it stopped coming, she kept it in her mouth, gently continuing to massage it with her tongue. Finally I took it out of that beautiful mouth, and lifted her up onto her feet. I French kissed her on the mouth, tasting the residue of my seed inside of her mouth.

I asked her if she wanted to brush her teeth, and she said, “No Sir. I want to keep the taste in my mouth for as long as I can, if you don’t mind”. I told her that was fine, and that we had dinner reservations at the hotel restaurant, in 2 hours, and that in a little while she should begin getting ready. She kissed me again, and thanked me for giving her life back to her. She said that she felt better than she had in years, better than she had felt even when she finished today’s hypnotherapy session. I told her that I would continue to do everything I could, to see to it that she continued to feel completely free from the torture of the panic attacks she had been suffering for years. And I meant it.

At dinner, we were able to have a conversation more fluid and relaxed than we had been able to have for months. She was relaxed for the first time in so long, and she was happy. She told me that she felt good, not just emotionally good, but physically good as well. Her stomach wasn’t tied in knots, in fact her stomach felt good. She told me that she could still feel my seed in it and it was relaxing her physically. She kept repeating how good she felt, and thanking me for it. It was so nice to see her eating without difficulty for the first time in a long while.

She looked so beautiful, 5’3”, 105 lbs, perfect figure, beautiful hair just past her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple black cocktail dress with black pumps. She was not wearing a bra or panties at my request. She sat next to me at our table and I stroked her leg and thigh occasionally. She asked me if I was as happy with the sex we had that afternoon as she was, and I hesitated a little bit, and told her gently, that she was going to have to learn to do it better then she had done it that day. She looked perplexed and very concerned, and asked me what I meant. I told her that if she was going to do that often, she needed to learn to take all of me into her mouth. That meant not just her mouth with the first five inches of my cock, but also the last four inches; which meant she had to learn how to take my cock into her throat for an additional four inches. She asked me if I would give her a chance to do it right the next time she tried to do it, and I, of course said “yes”.

She asked me if I would forgive her for not doing it properly, when she had been gagging, and unable to swallow my cock down into her throat the last time? I said to her, “Yes, but do you think there should be a penalty?”

She was holding my hand in her two hands as she looked at me and said, “I think I should be spanked”.

I told her that I thought she was right, and that when we got back to our suite, without me having to say another word, I wanted her to immediately take off all of her clothes- which meant her dress and her shoes, and that I was going to give her a very, very firm spanking, I told that she would be able to feel the spanking I was going to give her throughout the next day. She continued to hold my hand with both of her hands while we talked, and at some point we both realized that she was holding the hand that I was going to be spanking her with a little bit later. As we sat there at the table she began to kiss the palm of my hand repeatedly, and said, “I love your hand.”

I got the check, and we left the restaurant, and walked holding hands, up to our suite.

The moment we got into our suite I let go of her hand and walked to an armless chair at the table desk, and brought it into the middle of the room. I looked at her as she stepped out of her shoes, unzipped the back of her dress, and removed it, laying it on the table. She stood naked in front of me. I brought her to the chair, and sat down with her facing me. I slowly inspected her, marveling at the smooth whiteness of her skin. I turned her and slowly touched every part of her.

Finally I took her over my knees. I stroked her bottom with one hand and cupped one of her breasts in the other, weighing it. Her ass was perfectly shaped and proportioned. I told her to count the whacks as best she could, and that if she lost count for any reason, it would be necessary to start again. I told her that any time I hesitated more than five seconds in between whacks, that I expected her to say “Thank you”. I told her that if she behaved well throughout her spanking, that she should expect 250 whacks, in five groups of 50.

And so it began. Each whack was hard and delivered cleanly. I usually hesitated for about five seconds between each whack, in order to feel her ass and thighs on the spot smacked, and then to look at it, and then to feel her emotions as she expressed them. She counted loudly. At five whacks, her voice got a little higher and she began to squeal before she counted. At 10 I began to hit her a little harder. By 15 she was crying, and by 20 she was sobbing. Each whack was followed by a very protracted, squealing “OWWIEE” before she got the number out. By 30 she was blubbering, and I kept hitting her on her ass and thighs, actually a little harder still. She had sobbed a “thank you” out three times when I had hesitated for 15 seconds, in order to better enjoy the sound of her crying. Her ass was getting very red, and I was growing very excited. She knew better then to struggle or kick, but she was completely out of breath, and blubbering tears while she counted before we got to 50. It had taken a little longer than 5 minutes to get there.

I stroked and rubbed her ass while she sobbed for another three minutes. It was bright red. I reminded her how feebly she had attempted to take my cock into her throat, and how she had failed to do a simple task well. She apologized and promised to do a better job the next time she was given a chance to do so.

And so we began Stage Two, and then Stage Three, and Stage Four which was necessary to begin again after 30 whacks because she lost count. She had been sobbing hysterically, promising anything if the beating would just end, and she lost count. Her ass and thighs were beyond bright red, with finger marks all over. Her hysteria grew as it started again. As she sobbed, she purged herself of all the energy she would normally have expended on an anxiety attack. Instead it was spent on an additional bond with me, in which she hopefully felt that her punishment was an expression of love that

was touched by her expressions of pain and commitment. At the end of stage Five she had received 280 whacks, and her bare bottom and thigh backs were bright crimson with highlights of black and blue. The bruises would fade within 24-36 hours. It would hurt for her to sit down for the same period of time.

I stroked her bottom for a minute or two while she sobbed uncontrollably, and then I took her off my lap, and had her stand in the corner of the room, with her face two inches from the corner. She stood there with her hands on her head, standing up straight, with the most beautiful bottom. She continued to sob and sniffle for another 10 minutes, until she finally stopped.

I took her by the arm and led her to the bed, and had her kneel in front of it on the floor. I told her that the first thing I wanted to see was whether her throat had become more flexible from the exercise that I had just administered to her bottom. I undressed and sat on the bed in front of her fully aroused and engorged. I brought her head forward, and her mouth opened automatically. Her lips closed over my cock as it continued into her mouth slowly.  Her tongue immediately began responding with movement as I reached the back of her mouth. I told to take a deep breath and hold it. I gently told her to swallow my cock into her throat, and exerted enough pressure on the back of her head to let her know that I was going to help her by forcing it in.

With a gulp, she let in, and I was into the tight part of that little throat wrapping around the first four inches of my cock. I held her head down on it, and told her to hold it, and to keep using her tongue- which she did.

After 10 seconds in this position, I let her up, withdrawing it from her throat; and told her to take a breath. She took a few breaths, and then I repeated the process, in and out of her throat, making sure she used her tongue the entire time. This instruction went on for a few minutes, until I withdrew from her mouth altogether, and kissed her on the mouth passionately while she knelt in front of me. She told me she loved me again and again. I stood her up and bent her over my knees again, with her crimson bottom facing the ceiling. I rubbed it lovingly for a couple of minutes, and let her wonder whether she going to receive yet another spanking. I lifted her to the bed, and put her on her back, laying down on top of her. Her legs spread immediately, and I was instantly impaling her. She was completely lubricated, and responding as though she were a different person. Passionately, she told me that she loved me, and that she desperately needed everything I had done for her this night. Not “to” her, but “for” her. As she said it, she impacted into me with an energy that I had never seen from her before. It was as though once again, all the energy that she had formerly expended on her anxiety attacks, was being channeled into this sexual union we were creating, and I realized that this is exactly what the adjustment had accomplished.

The union was more of a sexual collision in which at the moment of climax, we both lost our individual consciousness, and for the moments of that explosion, merged into one being. Before that moment, I had been the utterly dominant one. However during that moment we were completely equal parts of one being. I have no idea how I understood that, but it completely clear. And then the moment subsided.

I held Nila in my arms as she lied there with me. She told me she loved me, as she kissed my arms, and the hand that had spanked her so thoroughly. She thanked me and told me that she had never before felt so safe, and loved, and protected; and that she needed everything that had happened to feel that way. She told me that she would continue to need it, asked me- begged me- never to stop doing it for her. I kissed the side of her face as I held her, and told her that I loved her very much, and that I would always be there for her, and would always cherish her in much the same way as I had that day. She thanked me again and again, until she fell asleep in my arms.

Chapter 3

I woke up easily at 8:00 AM the following morning. We had an appointment at the hypnotherapy office at 10:00. I woke Nila up gently, and her shower ahead of me. I felt better then I had in ages. My wife was being freed from her anxiety attacks, and was happier then I had ever seen her. I had enjoyed her more the day before, and loved her more then I ever had thought possible with another person.

Was it selfish and wrong for me to be doing this? It was a question for which I did not have an answer. I was realizing many desires that I had thought heretofore to be impossible, and yet they were coming true. I was subjugating my wife to a form of sexual slavery that many people would feel to be reprehensible, and the act of a monster. But she was happier and free from a debilitating form of mental illness that had been destroying the essence of her soul for years. Was I simply trading one demon for another to suit my own purposes, and using her happiness over it as a rationalization? Very possibly. I decided not to worry about it just then.

I went into the bathroom to inspect Nila in the shower. I turned her around, touching her and fingering her liberally. Her bottom was still bruised and red, as were the backs of her thighs. But her body was nearly perfect! I kissed her and joined her in the shower. Reflexively, she dropped to her knees and began to minister to my cock with her mouth. I allowed her to do this for a couple of minutes, and then it felt so good, I allowed for a couple of minutes more. I made her take it all the way down, feeling that special, tight part of her throat. Her tongue massaged it all the way down. Finally, while burying myself in and out of her throat, I exploded into her mouth and throat, and she swallowed greedily. Again I could feel my consciousness being subsumed into her. It was almost a cosmic moment of clarity. I lifted her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. Again I tasted that familiar mix of her mouth with my seed, and swatted her lightly on the bare bottom. It was so sore that she squealed a little bit, and I said, “We can’t be late young lady! Get yourself dry and dressed immediately.” I swatted her a second time, and she squealed and said, “Yes Sir!  Thank you Sir!.” She ran to dress.

We reached the Therapist’s office on time, and again the therapist asked to speak to me privately for a moment. Taking me aside, she asked if I was satisfied with the first day’s results which I had seen in Nila. I told her that I truly was, and that all of Nila’s anxiety seemed to disappear after the events that I described earlier. She told that effect would only be enhanced more by the ongoing, full week of adjustments and suggestions. She told me that Nila would become progressively more of a sex slave to me privately, but would be more expressive and loving and free in the rest of her life, in which she had previously been enslaved by her panic attacks and fears. She told me that there would be virtually no act too depraved for Nila to engage in, if she believed that was what I wanted her to do, because the performance of those acts freed her from a much more horrible form of slavery. I asked if all three of Nila’s openings were truly now “on the menu” in any sequence? She smiled and told me to test that as soon as possible, in all forms, including the sequence. She encouraged me to test the depth of Nila’s commitment to perform for me in every way imaginable. I decided that I would test some of those things later the day. I left her with the therapist, saying I would be back for her at 3:00 PM.

I went out into Montreal with a little time, and a lot of imagination. As I thought about what was possible in the future, it occurred to me that over time, Nila’s body could begin to change in ways that I might not find attractive. I realized that over time she had begun to develop the very beginning of a little bit of a belly, and that I had never noticed it. I further realized that this was a trend that I wanted to reverse, not simply stop. I realized that I could request her hynotherapist to make a deeply anchored hypnotic suggestion to her, that her weight not exceed 100 lbs. At 5’3” tall, this seemed to me to be an optimal weight for her, especially if I had her surgically altered to have C or D cup breasts. I wanted her to also crave a radical Hourglass figure, with approximately a 22” waist or less. She could certainly have a lower rib removed on each side surgically, and while we were at it, there was certainly no reason not to have her intestines stapled in order to prevent her from being able to gain any weight in the future.

It occurred to me that I could have this surgery done at a private hospital in Montreal, while we were here. While she was recovering from the surgery, she could continue to receive hypnotic adjustments from her therapist, permanently spiking all of her changes into place. She would return with me from Montreal, at 100lbs., with perfect D cup breasts, a 22” wasp-like, hourglass waist, and a sexual compulsion to perform any depraved act that I wished her to perform for me, with any person I chose to designate. She would also have an undeniable craving to swallow my seed three times a week, and be spanked just as regularly. She would also be happier, because she would finally be free from anxiety attacks.

That day, I proceeded with the hypno-therapist and a local private hospital to make all of the necessary arrangements. The therapist handling Nila’s hypnosis had no problem incorporating her weight and acceptance of surgeries into her programming. She did of course want an additional $5000 to make it happen, which I paid. The hospital and the surgeons had no hesitation to perform the surgery as long as Nila told them she understood it, and wanted all of those changes to be made. The surgeon did caution me that giving Nila D cup breasts, combined with the removal of her two lower ribs; could lead to Nila having back pain. This would be from the excessive additional weight of her greatly enlarged breasts stressing the compromised structure of her frame. He suggested C cups instead of D cups. I must confess that I was a little taken with the idea of really big tits on such a little girl, with a waist that I could almost wrap my hands around, that I almost insisted on the D cups. However after a little thought, I relented and decided that the effect would be dramatic enough with C cups. If I chose, I could always have them further enlarged later.

The surgery would mean an additional 2 weeks in Montreal for the procedures and related recovery time. During that time, the hypno-therapist would visit Nila daily, in order to further entrench her programming.

With everything arranged, I returned to the hypnosis center and met Nila, as she emerged from her therapy session. She was happy and relaxed, and very happy to see me. She had already received the surgical suggestions, and in the taxi back to the hotel, I discussed them with her. Obviously, her preparation was perfect, and she couldn’t have been more enthusiastic, when I told her about the changes I wanted to have made in her body. We began to kiss in the taxi, and just for the fun of it, I began to grope her shamelessly. I unbuttoned her blouse, and kissed her breasts. I reached up under her skirt, first caressing her between her legs, with my hand in her crotch. Then with both hands I pulled her panties down to floor, finally removing them completely. I could see the driver watching us in the mirror.

I put her panties in my pocket, and began to finger her. She began to squirm and moan, and the driver continued to stare. We stopped at a light, and I further unbuttoned her blouse. I unhooked the front clasp on her bra, and exposed her breasts to the drivers view and my view. I fondled her breasts, weighing them in my hand one at a time. Finally the light changed, and the driver didn’t notice because he was transfixed by the view of Nila’s B cup breasts in the mirror. I raised my eyebrows at him, and a car behind us honked to get him going.

He started the car moving, and I opened my pants, getting my cock out. Immediately Nila’s hands were drawn to it, as she began to massage and stare at my already stiff cock and balls. I brought her head down to it, and she began to suck. I told her- “I want to hear you slurping on it- Louder! The whole time, I want you to slurp on it loudly, while you suck it.” She of course slurped on it as she took it into her throat, and out again- all the time doing it loudly. The driver couldn’t see her in the rear view mirror, but he could sure hear her, and knew exactly what was going on. We came to another red light, and he turned around, and for a few moments looked closely at Nila as she slurped and sucked on my cock. He looked at me, and I told him not to worry, that I would tip him handsomely, and that there would be no mess, because she would be swallowing everything that could potentially be messy.

And that was exactly what happened. He drove us to the hotel for another 10 minutes. Nila continued sucking and slurping on my cock, until I exploded into her mouth- which she obediently and hungrily swallowed. I sat her up and closed my pants as she re-fastened her bra, and buttoned up her blouse. The cab stopped in front of our hotel. I gave the driver $50 for a $20 fair, and told him to keep the change, and we got out of the taxi and went into the hotel. Everybody was happy, although I suspect that I may have been a little happier then everyone else.

Chapter 4

We walked into our suite, and I had Nila brush her teeth. Although I had just finished using her mouth and throat to a climax in the taxi, I was not yet sated.

When she finished and returned to me, I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I casually undressed her until she stood in front of me naked. I inspected her, noting that her bottom was no longer too red or bruised, and that her thigh backs had reverted to milky white. She was a quick healer! It meant that she would always recover physically quickly from the various punishments she would receive.

I sent her back to the bathroom to retrieve a few things that I had left there: a couple of surgical gloves, a few small Dixie type paper cups, and a tube of KY jelly. She handed them to me, and I sat down on the bed in front of her, placing the items next to me. I motioned to her, and told her to get over my knees, which she did. I never tired of looking at that beautiful ass of hers, exposed for me like that.

Without preamble, after rubbing her ass and caressing it for a couple of minutes, I began to spank her. I gave her an initial 50 whacks. After 10 she began to sob. By 25 she was bawling, and by 50 she was crying pathetically. She did manage to count the whacks, and say thank you when I gave her time. I asked her if she wanted to take a break for a little while, and explained that if we did- during the break I was going to be fingering her ass deeply, and lubricating and stretching it out with my fingers. She asked me to lubricate and stretch her rectum.

I put a surgical glove on one of my hands, and filled a Dixie cup with the KY jelly. I swirled my first two fingers into the KY thoroughly, and pushed them together all the way up into her rectum. I began to rotate them and twist them until they were buried to the last knuckle in her rectum. Nila began to groan and squirm a bit as I did this. Every minute or so, I pulled them out and re-lubed them in the Dixie cup. Nila remained obedient and still over my knees while I did so. I increased her preparation to three fingers at the same time, When I took my fingers out her rectum remained puckered open like a stovepipe- exactly the effect I wanted!

For 15 minutes I reamed her asshole with three fingers, plunging them into her and moving them around in rotation, flexing them inside of her to make her groan. I would take them out, as her ass gaped open. She would take a breath, and I would plunge them back in quickly, and continue twisting them, in order to further widen her rectum. She moaned. She groaned, and squirmed a little. But she did not struggle or complain. I asked her if she understood what type of sex I was going to be demanding from her in a little while, and she answered me that she thought she understood.

I was impatient to have her up the ass. She had been with me for a couple of years, and in point of fact, I had been having sex with her for almost all of that time.  But our sex had been very much on the “vanilla” side. She had blown me, of course. In fact she had blown me regularly, but almost never to completion. Until she had gone through hypnotherapy, she had hated the taste of cum in her mouth, and had always insisted that I finish our sex together by climaxing in her vagina. She had almost always insisted on having a missionary style climax herself. Spanking had also been a part of our sex life, but the spankings were never very hard, and never left any marks of any kind; and were never more than 50 soft to medium whacks. It was almost like a “virtual spanking” which went through the pretension of the act, without the reality of the pain, and the genuine submission to the pain. Her spankings in the last few days had suddenly become very real, as had her blowjobs- which brought her, and our relationship to a very new place. I had never fucked her up the ass before. I knew factually that she had never before taken a cock up her ass. She thought it to be against her moral beliefs, and wouldn’t consider it.

In point of fact, up until this week, no one had ever put a finger up into her asshole, much less two fingers. Obviously, all of that was changing.  I had her get on all fours on the bed. I had her put her arms out, face down- as she knelt on the bed- with her ass up in the air at the edge of the bed, presenting her thoroughly lubricated ass to me when I stood behind her. I casually undressed as I watched her there. My cock was completely swollen. I came up behind her, and opened her ass cheeks with my hands. It was such a work of art! I told her not to say a word- not one word. I gently leaned the head of my swollen cock up against her tight, little pouting asshole. Slowly, slowly I began to increase the pressure as I began to press it into her. Her asshole gave a little bit, and with a small pop, it opened and the head of my cock was inside of it. She squeaked, and jerked a little in a reflexive action. With one hand I gave her a very hard whack on her ass cheek, and told her not to dare move or say one word.

And so it began for her, for her first time. The Chinese in the past, had referred to this act  as “Plowing in the fragrant fields”. As I began to force my cock up into her rectum for the first time, it occurred to me how accurate that phrase had been. Her rectum opened oh so slowly as my cock relentlessly plowed into her. She whimpered, and she shuddered a little bit, but she didn’t move, and she didn’t say a word. She held her position, and concentrated on holding her ass open for me. I could feel the resistance as inch by inch, with continuing pressure, over perhaps 45 seconds- I slowly forced all 9” of my cock into her rectum. I told her to keep her ass up and her face down on the bed, and further told her to bring her hands back, and to hold her ass cheeks open for me. She complied. And from that point, holding her from behind with my hands around her waist, I began steadily plowing- in and out- in and out. I didn’t fully withdraw my cock from her ass for the first five minutes. I just plowed and enjoyed feeling her pain, as she whimpered and moaned. When I finally did pull my cock all the way out of her for a moment, her rectum stayed wide open, like a stovepipe, allowing my cock full access as it was immediately plunged back deeply into her.

I put a pillow under her hips on the bed, and as I rode her, I forced her all the way down onto bed, with me completely on top of her from behind. I continued to ride her in this position, with my arms now around her head in front of her face. She began to kiss my arms, and I told her that she could speak. In one breath, she told me that ”it hurts so much, it hurts so much” and then she told me that she loved me, and wanted me to keep fucking her up the ass. Those were the things she continued to repeat as my cock sawed in and out of her rectum- that it hurt, that she loved me, and that she wanted me to keep doing this to her. I began to approach a climax, and grabbed her by the hair, and riding her very, very roughly, I exploded into her asshole as she cried and thanked me.

I must have spurted 6 or 7 times. I was blacking out while it was happening. I could only feel her asshole around my throbbing cock, and her head in front of me as I rode her. When I was completely spent, and had regained my vision, I kissed her from behind on the side of her face, and told her that I loved her. I withdrew my cock from her rectum and rolled off of her. Without saying a word, she returned to her knees on the bed, and pivoted around in order to position herself with her face over my cock.

According to many ancient legends, there are two primal forces of energy in our universe, fear and love. In most cases pain, dominance, and submission all emanate from fear. In this particular case, it occurred to me that those three elements were the vehicle to overcoming fear, and perhaps finding love.

She sucked me clean, and repeated to me that she loved me.