Shame on You
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Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Foreword - Based on the old Dr. Jekyll/ Mr. Hyde principle this is a long story.
The following story is a chronicling of the events which happened to Mr. Thomas Hyde approximately one year ago, during the summer of 1991. My name is Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson and I am the sister of Tom Hyde. I am 37 years old, married with two children, and a Psychologist. In all fairness, both my name and my brother's have been altered for obvious reasons, but the events depicted in the following have been transcribed as accurately as possible.
About six months ago I was persuaded by my cousin Kathy to accompany her to Tom's house on a Saturday afternoon. I was concerned that Tom had been acting strangely the past few months and Kathy hinted that I might find out part of the reason if I were to accompany her.
My curiosity was piqued, along with a bit of jealousy. After all, I was Tom's older sister and had practically helped raise him. Not only that, but I was also a practicing psychologist and I was a bit peeved to think that Tom would confide in his cousin Kathy, whom he was never really close to, and not come to me for help.
I had spent a dozen years helping patients with problems and I felt I had seen and heard just about everything; but NOTHING could have prepared me for the sight I got when Kathy and I entered Tom's house that Saturday...
I blushed and am embarrassed to say I nearly passed out right there in his living room. In spite of all my training, I just couldn't handle it. First I denied to myself what my own eyes were witnessing, then I felt pity for Tom. Seconds later that pity turned to disgust and then anger as I ran out the door. I drove home, leaving Kathy stranded behind. I was mad at her too, since it was obvious she knew beforehand what was going on.
For the next several weeks I refused to even think about my brother and banked my anger within. I even avoided Kathy and refused to return her calls. Eventually I came to realize that I was doing exactly what I would counsel my own patients NOT to do.
I decided that I, myself, needed some expert counseling.
I decided to seek help in this matter from one of my associates who would be able to counsel me without emotion on how to deal with this situation. What she advised me to do turns out to be exactly what I would have counseled one of my own patients: I couldn't run away, but had to face this head on.
At first Tom was reluctant to see me, but Kathy interceded for me and that's how I found myself face to face with Tom one Sunday afternoon having coffee and just talking well into the evening. It was an embarrassing meeting for both of us. I took a tape recorder with me and asked him to relay all of the details of what had happened to him, starting right from the beginning. His 'girlfriend' Beverly was present and she helped fill in some of the details with her own recollections. As part of my own therapy I have written a chronological accounting of those first days.
Through copious notes and the help of the tape recorder I have attempted to reconstruct conversations and events exactly as they happened. I have taken some small liberties to flesh out bits of conversations and events to keep the story continuous and readable, but most of what you are about to read happened exactly as portrayed.
A few weeks ago I began finalizing all of my notes into a single story and uploading it, a chapter at a time, to a computer bulletin board. The intent was that by sharing and discussing this story with others who would appreciate and understand it, I could also share the burden that goes along with it and make it all seem somehow acceptable. What I didn't count on was how deeply this story would affect my own desires.
I found myself being aroused by the story, even as I was writing it. I was especially intrigued with how EASILY a young, naive man like my brother could be so quickly and completely dominated by an experienced woman! As I wrote I found myself imagining how even I, myself, would be able to achieve such complete domination of an inexperienced young man if I wanted to. It's really so easy it's almost laughable.
This foreword is meant to be read first but I have actually written it last. I have just completed the last chapter of my narrative and will be uploading it shortly, along with this 'Foreword'. Even though I am a happily married mother of two, I find myself completely infatuated with the concept of perhaps finding my own naive young man and capturing him.
I still pity my brother for what he has become, but now I find myself admiring Beverly for what she has accomplished! Next week I intend to stop into a small tavern after work for a few drinks...
Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson
(AKA Dr. Phil)