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gates of hell, my love.
    "I haven't the heart to hurt you. If I was really the kind of woman who would beat her slaves you would be horrified. You would hate and despise me."
    "No, Saskia," I reply solemnly, "I could never despise you. I am offering myself to you - body and soul! I want to be yours in every way possible. I am serious when I say that you can do with me whatever you want."
    "I hate all this play-acting," she says suddenly, irritably.
    " I am not play-acting! This is not a game to me!”
    We look at each other in heavy silence.
    She seems perplexed. "Julian, I am warning you for the last time-"
    "If you care for me at all, if you love me just a little, you will be cruel towards me," I plead. “It is the only kind of love I trust and understand. It is the only kind of love that makes any sense.”
    " Very well!" She steps back and gives me a sombre look. "Be my slave then if that’s what you want! From now on you will be abused by me and you will be sorry!" At that moment her foot lashes out and she gives me a savage kick in the abdomen. The violence and the suddenness of it takes me by surprise and I double over, gasping.
    "How do you like that, slave! " she spits coldly, flourishing the whip. "Get up!" she shouts.
    I obey, and she lashes out furiously with the whip. The blows fall rapidly and powerfully on my back and arms. Each blow sears and burns my flesh through the fabric of my shirt. The pain excites me and I soon have a huge erection that is fighting to escape the confines of my jeans.
    The blows continue to fall violently and I am shielding my face and head with my arms. It is as if a dam has burst within her and all her emotion is pouring out on me through this ferociousness.
    Finally she is spent, breathing hard, her breasts heaving. Her green eyes are ablaze with excitement and fear.
    " God help me but I am beginning to enjoy this depraved game of yours," she says, trying to catch her breath. "I enjoy seeing you tremble and writhe under my whip, and hearing your groans and gasps of pain. I want to go on whipping you without pity until you beg for mercy, until you lose consciousness! I hope you are satisfied with yourself - you have awakened dangerous emotions within me. You have the angelic looks of a cherub but I’m beginning to think you’re really the devil incarnate. Your youth and beauty is a ruse. You’re leading me steadily down a path to hell and I am following willingly. But from now on be warned, it will be me who does the leading and you will do the following!"
    I press her hand gratefully to my lips. “ My love … “
    She shoves me away violently. "Get out of my sight, slave! I have had enough of you for one day!"
     
    I am standing before my step mother. I am thirteen years old. My father is away on business and we are alone in the house. The servants have been given the evening off.
    I can see that she is in one of her ‘moods’.
    “Come closer,” she commands.
    I s tep closed, heart beating faster. My breathing is shallow and my palms are sweating. I know what is coming.
    My stepmother is sitting naked in the large wingback armchair by the fire in the sitting room. Her expression is emotionless. “Your voice has broken,” she says. “You have become a man. Let me see if your balls have dropped. Take off your trousers.”
    Silently, I do as I am told.
    “Step forward!” she orders.
    I step forward until I am almost touching her knees. Her eyes focus on my genitals and her hand reaches up and cups my testi cles, then moves to my penis. You must take after your mother’s side of the family. You have a far bigger cock than your father.” She gives my penis a painful squeeze. “Have you been a good boy today, Julian?”
    “Yes,” I answer .
    “I don’t think you have. I think you are lying to me. Are you lying to me?”
“No.”
    “You know what happens when you lie to me, don’t you?”
    I swallow hard and look down at the floor. “Yes.”
    “I don’t think