But every inch of my body was cringing from contact with him. It was not that he was not handsome and refined, but his cruelty to me, his obsession with wanting to see me whipped and whipping me himself, had made him utterly repugnant to me as a man. And then too, I had never had even a sweetheart to kiss me or anything. My mother had, in a crude way, told me how children were born and I had seen the animals around the farm. But nothing had prepared me for tonight.

What I feared about him, I think-apart from his cruelty in whipping me as he had, of course- and… and this… was his way of showing his anger. He was a hypocrite, for he hardly raised his voice and used endearments even when he proposed the most outrageous things. And this control and composure frightened me far more than an outburst would have done, as I believed he was capable of the most ruthless things if I disobeyed him.

I could only pray now that he would… do what he wanted to me… and then leave me to my shame and tears. But he prolonged this… a victory for him, I suppose, because he fondled and kissed me, told me how lovely I was, and began to be specific about my naked charms. “You have perfectly beautiful titties, Lucille,” he told me as he squeezed my breasts and flattened the nipples with his palms, putting his tongue back and forth into my mouth with the freedom utterly of a man who owned an animal he had bought at auction. “That's the word for these ripe round firm breasts of yours, you know. You must learn all the words and all the acts I teach you, as you're my ward and must obey. You know that, don't you?”

“Y-yes… Mr. Raleigh,” I quavered, trembling and shrinking as his sly fingers stroked and kneaded my unresisting naked body.

“Keep fondling my cock, then… tell me that you're fondling my cock and call me Master, Lucille. Say it,” he ordered sternly.