I would be able to recall the images and words and use them to fuel my fantasies whenever I needed them.I would be able to recall the images and words and use them to fuel my fantasies whenever I needed them. The frightening thing was that I was needing them more and more often. My fantasies began as fairly normal `tie 'em up' stuff. I imagined myself kidnapped by beautiful women, tied up and physically abused. As time went by, however, my fantasies had to become more and more involved in order for me to get off. They began taking a darker turn and the abuse I dreamed of turned into humiliations and sexual torments. I began craving the most depraved treatment imaginable, and as the fantasies became even darker it became more apparent that I would never be able to discuss them with my wife. I felt trapped. There are a couple of companies that I do work for on a fairly regular basis, so I get to know some of the people. One day about six months ago one of the guys at a company I do work for asked me if I wanted to stop off at a Happy Hour before going home. I'm not a big drinker but I thought it couldn't hurt, so I accepted. While we were there, enjoying the free food and listening to the music, a couple of secretaries that we both knew saw us and walked over to talk. The guy I was with was single and he asked one of the girls if she wanted to dance. |