The Watcher, Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The drive from the gate to the building took about two minutes, and it was along a tree-lined lane that completely blocked any view of our surroundings. We were less than one hundred yards from the resort when we at last cleared the trees, and the building came in to full view. It was beautiful, even more so than the photograph in the advertisement, and definitely much larger than I had imagined. The place simply reeked of money, and I knew that it must be a very successful business. Apparently Jeff and I were members of a very large group of people who required the sort of services that were provided here.

Before the car had even come to a full stop in the parking lot, there was an attendant standing beside my door, waiting for it to be unlocked so he could open it for me. He greeted me in a very respectful manner, using halting English. I replied in Spanish, and was rewarded by his smile. Our bags were carried to the door of the building, which a uniformed doorman held open as he bowed us through. So far the service had been impressive, and I hoped that it would continue to be so.

It was mid-afternoon when we arrived, and as soon as we checked in and were escorted to our room, we decided to stroll the grounds of the resort. We had walked less than five minutes before the heat of the day proved exhausting to us, so we decided to return to our room and observe the time-honored custom of "siesta". That's what we were doing when a subdued knocking on our door awakened me.

I was about half awake when I opened the door, and was greeted by a beautiful woman who was a few years younger than I. Her flashing brown eyes and raven-black hair told me immediately that she and I shared a common ancestry, and when she spoke quietly to me in Spanish, I responded in kind. Everything I write of our conversations has been translated to English, for the benefit of my readers who don't share my knowledge of the beautiful language of my forefathers.

She said, "Greetings, Senora. I am Maria. I've been assigned to assist you in every way possible during your stay here. Your session has been scheduled to start at approximately this time tomorrow, in order that your husband can be properly prepared in the meantime. Is he ready to accompany my assistants to the preparation room?"

I was befuddled for a few moments, both due to my recent nap and the unexpected question. I hadn't realized that Jeff would need "preparation" for the session, but was certainly willing to defer to the practices followed by these people, who had done this many times. I said simply, "I'll get him now. Will he need to take anything?"

She replied that he needed to take nothing at all, as everything would be supplied. She then asked me to bring him to the door and instruct him to follow her orders, and those of the two assistants who were waiting in the hallway, to the letter and without hesitation. I smiled at that, glad to see that my wishes were being followed, and that other women would be in charge of Jeff's punishment.

Jeff came awake as I shook his shoulder, seemingly as groggy as I had been a few moments before. I told him to get off the bed and follow me to the door. He was momentarily surprised when he saw Maria, and it took him a couple of seconds to respond when she introduced herself and held out her hand. As soon as the handshake was completed, she looked directly at me and waited. I realized immediately what was expected of me, and said, "Jeff, you are to follow any and all orders that Maria, or any other woman here, gives to you. There must be no hesitation at all. Assume that any orders they give you came directly from me, and act accordingly. Do not shame me. Do you understand?"

I could see understanding dawn on his face, and knew that he was beginning to realize this was no ordinary vacation. He quickly accepted the situation, nodded his head, and said, "Yes. I understand."

Maria then directed her attention to my husband, and issued her first order. "Remove all your clothing now. Do it quickly."

I was very proud of Jeff when he didn't hesitate, or even look to me for confirmation of the strange order. Instead, he removed his shirt, bent down to peel off his socks, unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his trousers, and finally removed his undershorts. His penis was shrunken due to the strangeness of the situation, and I saw Maria glance at it with a large smirk on her face. Finally she shook her head and motioned to her two assistants who were standing in the hallway. She said, "Go with them. Do exactly as they say. Do you understand?"

Again he nodded his head, then said, "Yes. I understand."

One of the women stepped behind Jeff and reached into a pocket of the pants she was wearing. She brought out a pair of handcuffs, pulled his arms behind his back, and secured his wrists together. The women then took ahold of his elbows, one on each side of him, and walked down the hallway.

As Maria closed the door, I asked her, "What does the preparation involve?"

She smiled warmly, then replied, "The things you have requested be done to your husband will prove quite painful and stressful to him. In order to avoid any unpleasant 'accidents', he must be thoroughly clean inside and out. During the next few hours, several enemas will be administered, and he'll be given a drug that will cause his bladder to empty completely. He will be shaved over his entire body, except for his head. Unless you prefer that part be shaved also?" She looked questioningly at me, and I shook my head before replying, "No. He'll need to look as normal as possible when we get back to our home, so leave that part."

She nodded, then continued, "He'll be given a powerful, but short-lived tranquilizer, as soon as the initial preparations are complete. That will cause him to sleep for several hours, at which time he'll be awakened for the final steps in the preparation. We want him to be well-rested, don't we? Otherwise he'd be unable to fully enjoy what's in store for him." We both laughed at that, and I again visualized Jeff hanging by his wrists, his sac open and one ball dangling, ready to be removed. I sincerely hoped that he'd be able to enjoy the session as much as I anticipated doing, but knew that it would proceed either way.

Maria then said, "Approximately one hour before the session is to begin, your husband will be given two drugs by our resident doctor. The first will reduce the effects of shock, and make it virtually impossible for him to pass out, no matter how much pain is given to him." She could see that I wanted to ask a question, and paused.

I asked, "Do you mean that he won't be able to feel as much pain as he normally would? Is that why he won't pass out?"

She smiled, then answered, "He'll not only be able to feel as much pain as ever, but the drug will actually increase his perception of it. What used to be only a bee sting will now be as painful as the plunge of a knife blade. It is a wonderful drug, no?"

I nodded my head, then smiled as I thought of how apt was the reference to a knife blade. I then said, "You mentioned a second drug would also be give to him. What will it do?"

She answered by saying, "Many men seem to find it difficult to maintain their erection while they are being castrated. I don't understand why, since I've always found it very exciting and arousing." She paused while we both joined in laughter, then continued, "The second drug is similar to a very strong dose of Viagra, in that it will serve to harden his penis and keep it that way no matter what. However, it also has a secondary effect of preventing a man's orgasm. No matter how excited he becomes, no matter how much he wants to cum, his body simply won't cooperate. In many ways, it is that part that's the worst torture of all, don't you agree?"

I was quick to agree with her assessment, remembering our recent session in the garage the day I had received the first letter from the resort. I had over and over brought Jeff to the brink of his climax, then denied it. After that had been done a couple of times, he simply became an unreasoning animal. He begged to be allowed to cum; he promised me anything if I would only let him do it; he pleaded with me to whip him harder. Given that he'd be feeling an increased level of stimulation during the upcoming session, but would be unable to orgasm, I was sure that he'd be driven completely out of his senses. I think I had a greater understanding right then of the old adage about a man's brain being centered in his crotch. It certainly made them very easy for a woman to control, if she knew which strings to pull.

I asked Maria if I would see her again before the session, assuming that our present meeting was about to end. She smiled and replied, "Senora, I am assigned to you as long as you are here. It's my duty to see that you lack nothing, and that your every wish and desire is met. You may dismiss me if you want, but I hope that you won't, since that would imply that you're dissatisfied with me."

I quickly stated that I was certainly not dissatisfied, but I questioned how the resort could afford to assign someone to serve me full time when I was being charged only $100 per day. She smiled wryly, then responded, "$100 is an impossible fortune to most of the people in this part of the country. An entire family can be fed on $1.00 per day. A very nice house can be rented for less than $25 per month. People come from miles around to beg for the chance to work here at the resort. It's for that reason, more than any other, that the grounds are fenced and patrolled. Never fear, Senora. I am well paid to attend you."

I had no response to that, but was certain that she was telling the truth. The standard of living in the States, and the daily incomes there, seem unbelievably high to many people in other countries. I suppose I had known that also applied to Mexico, but it was now being stated plainly and clearly by this beautiful young woman who planned to act as my personal servant during the next few days.

Seeing that I had no further questions, Maria said, "I'm sure you're hot and tired from your trip. Please let me bathe you now. The tub was filled prior to your arrival, and it should be at the proper temperature now."

I was momentarily taken aback by the thought of being "bathed" by another person, especially an attractive young woman. It took me only a couple of seconds, though, to accept the situation with the philosophy of, "When in Rome, do as Romans do", and I nodded to indicate my agreement.

Maria then asked me to follow her to the bathroom, and I did so. As we entered the room, I saw what appeared to be a large round tub with several openings spaced evenly around the edge, and below the surface of the water. I recognized it as a run-of-the-mill hot tub, and was assured by the familiarity, since Jeff and I had a similar thing on our deck at home. This one was of similar size also, looking as if four people could fit comfortably in it.

When she reached out to me and started to unbutton my blouse, I lifted my hand to brush hers away. Before the action could be completed, though, I dropped the hand to my side, determined to accept whatever new and strange things unfolded on this one-of-a-kind vacation.

As soon as my blouse fell to the floor, Maria knelt in front of me and removed my stockings. When she reached to my waistband, I again made a slight movement to stop her, but as before did not complete it. My pants were soon laying on the floor by my other clothes, leaving only my panties still clothing me. Without hesitation, she hooked her fingers in their waistband and slowly worked them down, until I was standing before her completely in the nude.

She smiled pleasantly, then said, "You are very beautiful, Senora. Your husband is a lucky man to have a woman like you to care for him." When I thought of what that "care" would bring to him tomorrow, I had to smile. Then, as I quickly thought that Jeff wanted this just as much as I, if not more, I realized that Maria was entirely correct. Jeff could have easily been trapped in a marriage to a woman who would refuse to give him what he wanted, and what he so very much needed. When I thought about it, I realized that he was indeed very lucky to have a wife who would do this for him, and I nodded my head to indicate my agreement with her appraisal.

She then stood, took my hand, and assisted me as I stepped into the tub. She said, "In order to bathe you properly, I must also be in the tub. Allow me to join you." She did not hesitate for my permission, but instead began to undress herself. As she removed her clothing, I could not help but look at what was being revealed. Her body was almost perfect in proportion, and the overall effect was of great beauty. Never before had I thought that the sight of a nude woman would be pleasing to me, but it certainly was in this situation.

As she settled onto the molded-in seat in the tub, Maria pressed the switch on the edge that turned on the water pump. Soon the soothing streams of water were being forced from the jets, and I could feel them massaging my body. I smiled lazily and allowed myself to slump back against the backrest and enjoy the massage to the fullest. The other woman was seated almost opposite me, and through half-closed eyes I could see her also relaxing.

We chatted easily for several minutes, each asking about the other's life. I had no qualms about revealing how Jeff and I had met, and where we lived now. It seemed very natural to talk to Maria, and at no time did I feel at all uneasy, even though this was the first time in my life that I'd been this close to another woman when we were both in the nude. She had a way about her of putting me at ease, and our conversation was pleasant.

At one point, I asked her how she had come to work in a place like the resort. In answer, she said, "My family, like most others in this area, was very poor. La Casa is just about the only employer around here that pays good wages, so naturally everyone tries to find employment with it. Both my parents had begged for jobs, as had my two brothers. When I was almost 13 years old, I too came to the gate begging for a job."

"It was my good fortune that the manager was at that moment driving through the gate. She told me later that she was impressed with my beauty, as well as a maturity beyond my years. She interviewed me on the spot, and then brought me to La Casa in her car. I was put to work doing menial cleaning jobs, but even that brought in more money in a week than my father was able to make in two months. When I began to send home an income like that, I became the star of the family."

"I made up my mind to impress the manager, and worked as hard as I could. At that time, I simply had no idea what really went on here, but as the months went by, the things I saw and overheard convinced me that this was not the usual type of tourist resort. There were many times that I saw nude people, both men and women, walking on the grounds or in the building. In nearly all the cases, the nude person was either handcuffed or was wearing a collar and leash. I probably don't have to tell you how far beyond my experience such things were. However, rather than shocking or offending me, those sights seemed to be strangely exciting. I was at that time well past puberty, and my breasts and pubic hair were growing."

"I'll never forget the first time I saw a man being whipped. He was being led around the grounds by a woman I presumed to be his wife. He had apparently done something to anger her, and she ordered him to hug one of the trees while she used her whip on his backside. When he finally turned around, his penis was monstrously erect. That night, as I lay in my bed, my hand was busy in my crotch while I relived that sight."

"After that, I began to deliberately seek out such sights and sounds. Believe me, they're not hard to find here, as you can imagine. Now that I was looking for them, I began to see such things more frequently. Although there were many instances of women being punished by their men, that was never exciting to me. While I would barely glance at such a thing, I would stop and stare any time a man was being abused. In my bedtime thoughts, more and more it became me doing those things to men."

"After I had worked here about a year, I was promoted to the job of novice assistant, like the two women you saw take your husband away for preparation earlier today. I learned quickly what is involved in preparing a man, or a woman for that matter, for the torture chamber. I soon became skilled at shaving a person's body, and that provided many detailed anatomy lessons for me, as you can imagine. Since the assistants do their work in the nude, I learned just how exciting the sight of a naked 14-year-old girl can be for a man. I rarely saw a penis that wasn't erect, and I was struck by how much variation there is in the things. I've seen them smaller than 4" long, and I'll always remember the one that was measured at almost 14" long. I have to admit that the bigger ones are much more fun to torture."

Here we both laughed, and I agreed that the thought of living with a man with a 4" cock seemed pretty sad. Soon I again prompted her to continue with her story.

She began again, "The novice assistants do not enter the torture chambers, other than to escort the 'victims' there. I guess that their tastes aren't sophisticated enough for that just yet. At any rate, I worked as a novice for almost a year before my first invitation. I did nothing that time but hand the various 'toys' to the torturer, but even that was very exciting to me. The sight of those things being done to a man, and the sound of his cries of pain, caused me to orgasm just by squeezing my legs together. I began to live for those few short hours in the chamber, and hoped that someday I'd be promoted so that I could actually be the one who was giving that pain and torment."

"I'll never forget the first session I conducted, even though it was over ten years ago. It was a man of ordinary proportions, which around here means a cock about 6"-7" long. I had helped with his preparation, and was escorting him to the chamber for his session. Just as we approached the door, the manager rushed up to me and said that the woman who was to conduct the session had fallen ill with food poisoning, and asked if I felt that I could substitute for her. I knew that my chance had come, but I was still uneasy about being the person responsible."

"The manager reassured me that I was ready for the job, saying that she had observed me several times and could tell that I always became sexually aroused while watching a man being tortured. She said that enthusiasm was the main requirement for the job, and I certainly had that. I admitted I liked seeing men being tortured, and that was that. At that moment, I became a torturer. It's amazing how simple the job really is, for those of us who enjoy it. All I have to do is experiment with various toys until I find the ones that cause the most pain. Then I continue using them until the session ends."

I found Maria's recounting of her life story to be very interesting, and maybe even exciting. I had never considered a life dedicated to torturing men, but knew that it was certainly exciting when I did it to my husband. Perhaps it would be even more so when one had a continuous parade of men to take to the chamber. In any case, Maria certainly seemed to enjoy doing what she was doing, and it was obvious that she was well-suited to the job.

I then asked, "What is your favorite toy to use on a man? Or do you like all of them?"

She smiled warmly, then her face assumed a dreamy, reflective look. Finally she replied, "It's true that all the toys are amusing and exciting at times, but there is one that's my favorite. Just thinking about it, and how it's used on a man, and the terrified expression on his face as he realizes what it'll do to him, still makes me very excited. It's pretty extreme, so maybe you don't want to hear about it?" She again smiled, and I knew that she knew what my response would be.

I begged, "Please, tell me. You can't possibly not tell me now. Go ahead, please."

"It's suppose it's best described as a tube about this big around, and about this long." She had held her finger in a circle of about 1/2" in diameter, and then her hands about a foot apart. "There is a knob on one end that does something very interesting when it's turned. We call the toy 'The Cactus', and I think you'll see how it got its name when I describe its use to you."

"Even though you have elected to allow your husband to keep his penis, some of our clients do not do so. There must be literally thousands of men in the world who have no sexual equipment at all, based on my experience here at La Casa. Many women who bring their husbands and lovers here do so for the purpose of having their penises removed. Even among those like yourself who don't originally intend that, many often change their minds during the sessions, and request that a penectomy be performed. I guess maybe they get caught up in the passion of the moment, or something. Whatever it is, the outcome is the same. What came here as a man leaves as an 'it'. Maybe you'll make the same decision tomorrow night."

I shook my head to indicate that wouldn't happen with Jeff. We were here to fulfill our fantasy of one of his balls being removed, and that's all that was going to happen. I had to admit to myself, though, that the thought of seeing his penis being severed from his body was exciting. Maybe we would be paying another visit to the resort in the future.

Marie continued, "When the woman chooses a penectomy for her man, and specifies that it be tortured in the extreme before being removed, I always choose to finish the session with The Cactus. Thanks to the drugs we use to keep the man erect and conscious, and able to experience pain even after several hours of being tortured, he is able to realize what is going to be done to him. To me, that part is the most enjoyable of all. I love describing to him what I'm going to do, and seeing the look of fear in his eyes, and hear his whimpers. That always makes my pussy tingle and glow with heat."

"As I said, The Cactus is the final toy I use before the penectomy is performed. By that time, he has been clamped, stretched, whipped, pierced, burned, and whatever else his wife and I can think of to do to him. He is hanging there semi-conscious, wracked by pain, his throat hoarse from screaming. I know then that the time has come to introduce him to The Cactus."

"I walk slowly to the wall panel where all the toys are displayed. We always have the man facing that as he is suspended, so that he can see all the fun things there, and anticipate their use. I pick up The Cactus and slowly walk toward him, holding it in front of me so that he has time to inspect it carefully. The fear grows in his eyes, and I love to see it."

"I hold the toy before him, never saying a word. Finally I grasp the shaft of The Cactus, right below the knob, in one hand. Very slowly I turn the knob. As the knob is rotated, dozens of steel pins begin to erect from the shaft. Each is about an inch long, and as sharp and narrow as a sewing needle. When the knob has been turned as far as possible, the pins are standing straight out from the shaft. I'm sure you can see how it got its name."

As I visualized what she was telling me, I could indeed see how The Cactus had been named. A steel tube with dozens of one-inch long spines sticking out of it would be very similar in appearance to the branch of any of the cactus plants that grew in this area. I nodded for her to continue, not trusting my throat to form coherent words. I knew my nipples were as hard as rocks, and that my pussy was lubricating a lot at that point. Her description, and my guess of how it would be used, was making me hotter by the second.

She continued, "At that point, it is time for his penis to be banded. That is always done prior to removal, since it prevents extreme blood loss. We wouldn't want to do any real harm to our clients, you know." Her smile at that soon became laughter, and I had to join in as my own amusement increased. Her descriptions of all the ways men were tortured here, followed by her profession of interest in their well-being, became more hilarious by the moment.

As we laughed, we seemed to unconsciously move closer to one another. We continued to laugh as our bodies touched, and even as she placed one arm around my shoulders. At last we calmed, and she softly asked, "Shall I continue?" I nodded as I leaned closer to her, waiting eagerly for her description of what was to come.

"As realization and understanding dawns on the man, he begins to jerk his body as much as the restraints will allow, trying with all his might to escape his fate. He raw throat struggles to form the words to beg for his release. I like to draw out that part as long as I can."

"Finally I began to slowly lower The Cactus to his crotch. My assistant is standing there holding the banding pliers, and as she stretches the band and guides it over his penis, I pull his cock as far from his body as I possibly can, telling him that it's so tiny that I need to stretch it as much as possible to make it worth my time. I know that this is the last time ever his cock will feel the touch of a woman's hand, and that thought seems to excite me even more. When his thing is stretched to the limit, my assistant gets the band as close to his body as possible, and then pushes it off the pliers. It tightens around his shaft, and will prevent blood loss."

"I then retract the spines into the shaft of The Cactus, making sure that he can see what I'm doing. Finally the shaft is smooth again and ready for use. I begin to insert the shaft into his penis, fighting to overcome my excitement which makes me want to simply shove it deep into him and open it as quickly as possible. His fear almost overcomes him then, and he tries to struggle and scream for mercy at the same time. No matter what he does, I push the shaft deeper and deeper into him."

"Finally the tip of the shaft reaches the banded part of his cock, and I stop. I turn to his wife, and say, 'Senora?'. By that time, her own arousal has made her almost as incoherent as he is, and she can do little more than nod her assent. As everybody watches in fascination, I begin to slowly turn the knob. His agonized screams begin at that point, as he feels the spines begin to pierce his precious little dick from the inside out."

"I continue to turn the knob until finally dozens of small dimples begin to form on his cock. Another slight turn is all it takes for the tip of the spines to break through the skin, and then to protrude farther and farther as the knob is turned still more. By the time I have finished, his pathetic little thing looks like the tail of a porcupine, and everyone in the chamber knows it's ruined forever. The final step is the removal, or course, but even such an extreme thing as that is a letdown. That's why I say that The Cactus is the best toy ever. Don't you agree?"

I simply had no way to respond. The arousal I was feeling at that point would not let me even attempt to speak. I wanted nothing more than to finger myself to orgasm, but was unable to do so with this stranger sitting beside me.

Maria knew what an extreme state of arousal had been produced in me by her story. She placed her hand beneath my jaw and turned my head to her. Our lips met in one of the most passionate kisses I've ever experienced, and I had no other thoughts than pleasing this woman, and finding pleasure myself. As I felt her hand at my crotch, I parted my legs to allow it entrance to my burning pussy. It took no more than two or three strokes of her probing finger to bring me to orgasm, and it was so intense that Maria had to support me to keep my head above the water.

As I regained my senses, I realized that we were still kissing, and had done so all the time I'd been in the throes of my climax. I decided that the time had come to return Maria's attentions, and I tried to place my hand between her legs, as she had done for me. She pulled away from me, saying simply, "Not yet. There are better places for this."

She stood and helped me climb out of the tub, and then began to towel me dry. She began with my back, and then moved to dry my front side. Her use of the towel was the most tender thing that had ever been done to me, and as she dried my breasts, and then my pussy, I almost climaxed again.

When she finished, she handed the towel to me with a questioning look. I immediately began to dry her, trying with all my power to be just as tender, just as loving, as she had been with me.

Finally the job was done, and I dropped the towel to the floor. She took my hand in hers and led me slowly to the bed. At no time did it ever occur to me to resist what was happening. It just seemed so natural, so right, for this to be. Never in my life had I had sex with another female, and don't even recall thinking seriously about such a thing. But, right then, it seemed the most exciting, most passionate, most arousing thing that could ever happen, and I truly wanted it to happen.

As I lay on the bed on my back, Maria again kissed me very passionately. She then began to very slowly kiss my neck, and then my breasts. Her lips were truly driving me wild with arousal, and by the time she had reached my waist, my legs were already parted, seemingly welcoming her to her eventual destination.

As her mouth reached that destination, and I felt her gently probing tongue, I was simply overcome with the disparity between her ministrations as compared to those of my husband. She was interested in nothing but my pleasure, while Jeff always seemed to be interested in nothing but his own. Her slow licks and gentle kisses were truly arousing, while his more vigorous attentions were merely exciting. I know that explanation is not adequate to express what I was feeling then, but it's the best I have. Any woman who has been there, and done that, will know what I mean. Women are better at eating pussy, and you men will just have to get over it.

I don't know just when I realized that Maria had swung her leg over my body, and her crotch was poised over my face. I watched in fascination as her pussy slowly descended closer and closer to my mouth. Finally I could wait no longer, and I placed my hands on her hips and drew her to me. As my tongue began to duplicate the actions of hers, I heard her sigh deep in her throat, and then began to moan softly.

I don't know if we climaxed at the same time or not. It's simply not important. What is important is that whichever of us climaxed first continued to stimulate the other until both of us had orgasmed. I don't know if that had happened more than half a dozen times with Jeff. He always seemed to cum first, and then to lose interest. Again, I was struck by the difference.

When I regained my senses, Maria was lying beside me holding me close to her. We kissed again, and for the first time in my life I tasted my own juices on the lips of another. Rather than disgusting me, it seemed to add further excitement and interest.

We finally broke the kiss, and lay side by side, snuggling close to each other. Maria began whispering softly in my ear, telling me how exciting tomorrow night would be for both of us, as I watched her torture my husband. She described in detail the many things she would do to him, each more painful to him, and arousing to me, than the one that had come before. Even though I had climaxed twice in the past hour, I found her descriptions arousing. When she sensed that I was again becoming excited, she whispered, "Please let me do it to him. Please let me use The Cactus on him. I want so very much to see the fear in his eyes, to hear the terror in his screams. Please let me do it."

Again and again, the image of the shaft being pushed deep inside his cock, and then the knob turning to erect the spines, flashed through my mind's eye. Over and over, I saw the skin dimple, and then the spines break through. I knew that I wanted to see that more than anything else, but could not bring myself to ask her to do it. Finally I said, "No. Not now, my love. I can't do that to him yet. It's the most exciting thing I've ever heard about, but I just can't do that to him. Maybe someday we'll come back, and then you can have him."

She whispered softly, "I'll always be here for you, waiting for you to bring him to me. As time goes by, you'll think of nothing else. You'll dream of seeing his useless little thing filled with the spines, and you'll bring him to me. Then you can watch as I slowly push it into him, and very slowly turn the knob. You'll see the spines push their way through him, and hear his terrified screams. Then you'll have the most intense orgasm of your life. Believe me, I know it will happen. I've seen it many times. Many women have brought their husbands to me, and all have screamed with the passion of their release as they watch his little thing destroyed. You'll do it someday, I know."

At that time, I was utterly convinced she was correct in her assessment. It was simply impossible for me to think of anything else, and her whispers nearly drove me to agree to her request. In the end, though, I was able to resist. I said, "I know you're right. Even now, after you've given me two orgasms in an hour, I want very much to watch you do it to him. When I've had time to rest and recover at home, I'm afraid the urge will be too powerful to overcome, and I'll think of nothing else other than bringing him to you. I'm so afraid of doing that, but yet I seem to want it more than anything else."

Maria chuckled softly, saying, "It will happen if you want it to. I'll always be here for you." We kissed again, just a small one this time, and then she said, "Now I think you need to rest. It's been a busy and tiring day for you. Just relax and sleep now. Later we will have dinner, and I'll show you the other delights of La Casa."