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Fear & Trembling
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Katie called me last night, after her folks were asleep; she "whisperfucked" (that's her word for it) me for almost an hour, telling me in explicit detail what she's going to do to me this weekend, and how her friend Samantha will join in the fun. I say "fun," but I'm not sure that's the right word; Katie's plan is to viciously cocktease me the whole time I'm there, keeping me aroused and frustrated--"I bet I can make you beg," she said; "I bet I can make you cry." I think she and Samantha want to turn my visit into a weekend-long Teaseatorium session; last night she asked, "Do you think it's possible to torture someone with pleasure, Uncle Jack?" I have a feeling I'm about to find out. I guess it's true what they say about "Be careful what you wish for"; this weekend with Katie could be everything I've always wanted, and yet it may destroy me. The question is, will it be worth it? What does it say about me that I'm looking forward to being humiliated and broken by two jailbait girls, one of them my own niece? Last night Katie whispered, "I'm going to take all your money, Uncle Jack," and then she laughed. "You'll love giving it to me, though, won't you?" I wanted to tell her, Money is the least of it; you're going to take my pride, my dignity, my self-respect, and, quite possibly, my sanity. If it works out the way I'm thinking it will...if Katie does the things to me she says she will...if Samantha is the kind of little slut that Katies says she is...I can only say, god help me. I'm simultaneously terrified and aroused at the prospect of what might happen; it could ruin me, and yet I'm looking forward to it.
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Posted on : Oct 19, 2011
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