As a teen goddess, she was able to use her marvelous beauty to her advantage in dealing with boys. But in the adult world, Suzy’s fragile emotions make her vulnerable to men whose desire for her drives them to do or say anything to get some of that sweet loving. Their lust may drive them to using force to get what they want, or overwhelming her with numbers, and the submissive beauty will usually give in, give up, and give them whatever they want.

Suzy blames herself for it. The way she lets men take advantage of her. And make her do things. The troubled young woman can’t understand why she gives in to men so easily, or so ... well, thoroughly. She blushes at the mere thought of some particularly slutty moments. She hates being like that. She hates it when men force her to be that way. They make her feel like such a whore! Suzy flushes with embarrassment when she thinks about how her pussy starts to get wet when a man is making her have sex with him, even more if it’s a whole group of men. It’s not like she’s getting off on it! it’s only natural, Suzy tells herself, just her vagina protecting itself when it knows several men’s dicks are about to invade.

The beautiful 21-year-old has never had an orgasm while she was being ... while she was ... you know ... having sex with ... several partners in a row. In fact, no man has given her an orgasm in a long, long time, she thought with a huff. Men are only interested in what THEY want.

Suzy hates herself for being this way, but she can’t seem to stop, and she doesn’t know what to do.

A neighbor, a woman 10 years older than her, says she ought go to a sex therapist. Suzy didn’t know there really was such a thing. She finds a few in the phone book, but feels uneasy about people finding out, and decides to look in the Charlotte phone book. No one will know if her therapist is in Charlotte. She finds a woman who is a clinical psychologist AND a certified sex therapist. The ad in the yellow pages says something about “women who let men take advantage of them.” Bingo! She calls and sets up an appointment for next week.

A week later, Suzy Sexton is in session with Dr. Evelyn Goldberg, talking about the way she lets men take advantage of her. Through delicate but adroit probing, the skilled psychiatrist gets to the heart of the matter. Not only what men have done to her and the ways they have used her for their own pleasure. Dr. Goldberg also zeroes in on what the shame-faced blonde has done to herself. Using the lure of sex to get a man, or keep him around, or to get him back. Putting herself in situations that left her vulnerable to predatory men. Submitting to such men in ways some might consider scandalous. These are decisions SHE has made, the good doctor emphasizes. Her acuity opens the floodgates. Tears flow as Suzy pours her heart out, disclosing things she thought she would never tell anyone. She felt too ashamed; but the mortified young woman tells her therapist about all sorts of shameful things she has done.

They make an appointment for next week.

After Suzy leaves, Dr. Goldberg writes in a notebook her initial impressions of her new patient. She is a truly gorgeous young woman, with beautiful blonde hair and a striking figure. Beset with much inner turmoil. Prone to victimizing herself. Marked submissive tendencies towards certain types of men. She closes the notebook.

Yes, she decides, he will find this girl irresistible.

The “he” referenced by Dr. Goldberg is Kyle Davenport. He is one of the richest men in Charlotte, although he is unknown to the local business community, as well as the local media. Davenport made his fortune publishing porn magazines, first in the U.S., then in several other nations. Nowadays, most of his “publishing” is done online with several lucrative pay sites. He is well known in porn circles as a leading entrepreneur in erotica, and a pioneer of high-tech pornography on the internet. Publicly, he keeps a low profile, perhaps because of his other lucrative business.

Kyle Davenport is also quite successful in the sex trade, mostly in the international market. Not a sex trafficker, as such. He specializes in finding and training sex slaves, then selling them to a very private upscale clientele. His notoriety in the international slave market is due both to the meticulous thoroughness of his training and to the stunning beauty of the trained sex slaves he offers to his customers. Davenport is also notorious within this secretive circle because of his predilection for sado-masochistic sex, which characterizes his training as well as his personal proclivities. Any of his young trainees could testify to both. His idiosyncrasies are on full display at a pay site on the dark web which features some of the most erotic, most depraved, most authentic extreme porn available online.

Davenport’s method is to seek and identify young women (between 18 and 25 please) who possess both an irresistible beauty and a submissive personality. He is aided in his quest by a network of psychiatrists and sex therapists, known only to him, with practices in a number of major cities in the U.S. and Europe. Dr. Evelyn Goldberg of Charlotte is part of his network. She garners a payment for any woman she supplies for Davenport. And a more generous payment if he decides to subject the young lady to his training.

The good doctor places a call.

As she does every other weekend, Suzy Sexton goes to spend Friday night with the black man who calls her his bitch. She submits to Malachi as she always does, doing whatever he wants. Most weekends, his fun with this curvaceous little blonde includes sharing her with some friends. Friday night, or Saturday afternoon, Suzy performs in a gang bang with a few or several black men. And “perform” is the operative word. She performs for these men with a forced sensual passion.

This Saturday, she drives him to a residence where seven other men have gathered for the purpose of partying with Leroy’s sexy little white bitch. After they fuck her, Leroy and another man depart, leaving her alone with the rest of them. Buoyed by the newfound hope she felt after her therapy session, Suzy tries to resist. A group of horny black men don’t tolerate being refused by some skanky white whore. They get vicious, and mean, and make her keep giving them hot, steamy sex until every man is satiated. And black men love to stick their cocks in her exquisite white ass. But Suzy already knew that. A painful and degrading weekend leaves her more desperate than ever.

Dr. Goldberg calls her new patient on Monday. She needs to cancel their appointment for Thursday morning. She hears the young woman’s disappointment. However, she has an opening available at the end of the day. Does 6:00 work? Excellent.

Evelyn calls Kyle and updates him. She hopes to bring this new prospect to his party on Thursday. They coordinate their plans.

Suzy arrives promptly at 6:00 on Thursday. The parking lot is almost empty. She parks next to the silver BMW she assumes is Dr. Goldberg’s car. In their second session, talking about the way men take advantage of her, and the way she submits to them, feels less awkward. She even brings up last weekend’s gang bang. Suzy’s therapist is less probing with her questions, making it a point to avoid upsetting her. She listens patiently and frequently nods her head. She wants her new patient to remain in a more upbeat mood.

As she listens, Dr. Goldberg peruses the pensive young beauty’s appearance. She is wearing a bright red skirt, the hemline two inches above her knees ... fashionably short without being ostentatious ... wearing no panty hose, showing off her immaculate skin ... snug-fitting white shirt with a high neckline, made of fabric which prevents light from getting in ... but it’s a faux modesty, showing no cleavage yet clearly outlining the shape of her ripe young breasts. Dr. Goldberg concludes this is an outfit meant to entice men without being too obvious. Likely an unconscious reflex, expressive of the underlying dynamics of her personality.

It’s late in the session. Under the circumstances, she wants to help the poor girl feel good about herself. The cunning therapist offers some reassuring feedback to bolster Suzy’s self-esteem. She then says something about her subconscious, and subliminal psychodynamics, and Suzy gets lost in the jargon.

Then comes the pitch...

Dr. Goldberg knows a man who is a renowned expert at helping women ... women like you, dear ... who are troubled by overly submissive tendencies. He lives just outside of Charlotte. She could arrange a meeting.

Suzy shakes her head. No. He’s a man, after all, and men too often take advantage of her. She nixes the idea.

Suzy’s therapist presses the point ... this man can help you, dear, come to terms with your tractable personality. He is hosting a soirée this very night. She is going, and the good doctor suggests Suzy accompany her. His name is Kyle Davenport. It would give her an opportunity to meet him in a casual, informal setting. See if she’s comfortable with him. If she’s not, no harm done.

The anxious young woman exhales slowly and purses her lips. Then she agrees. An informal meeting, with no pressure, seems safe enough. And she won’t be alone with him. Her therapist ... call me Evelyn, dear ... will also be there.

Today’s session is concluded. Dr. Goldberg explains that Kyle lives south of town. Not that far from Rock Hill. He’s very security conscious. Since they haven’t met, Suzy will need to ride with her, if that is okay. Suzy rises to consider her outfit. Maybe she should wear some panty hose. Dr. Goldberg wants to avoid any delay, any possibility of her patient having second thoughts ... I wish I had your skin, dear ... and with a fetching smile, Suzy decides that is unnecessary. Her therapist assures the comely young blonde she looks just fine.

As they depart, there are no cars in this section of the office complex. Dr. Goldberg follows Suzy home. She parks her car, notices the tinted windows in the doctor’s silver BMW, and gets into the car. Then they are off to see this mysterious man who can supposedly help a woman like her.

They cross the state line and ride into the countryside south of Charlotte. In a heavily wooded area, they come to a gated property where they are buzzed in by electronic surveillance. Suzy raises her eye brows ... security conscious, for real ... and looks at her therapist. At the top of the driveway looms a very large 3-story house. A mansion, really, with a gothic motif. The dumbfounded young woman gawks at the imposing structure. Evelyn shrugs; Kyle’s family was rich. A valet parks the car as the two women are led inside by one of the staff.

Suzy is mildly blown away as they walk down a long, wide hallway with ornate trim on the walls. Paintings that look quite expensive decorate the walls on each side. The staff member opens large double doors that lead to a huge room. A ballroom, perhaps, which seems to curve around an elaborate stairway and extend beyond it. The staff member closes the door behind them.

It looks and sounds like the party is in full swing. The spacious room is crowded with men who are impeccably dressed and obviously wealthy. Suzy estimates most of them are in their 40’s, some in their 50’s, and realizes she should have expected an older crowd. After all, Dr. Goldberg is in her 40’s. She sees some women about the same age, also dressed impeccably. Suzy then sees a few women her age, and finds it odd ... and rather distasteful, frankly ... that they should dress like that. Lovely girls, but they are wearing very short skirts, cleavagy, midriff-baring tops, and stilettos, for god’s sake! When she denigrates them for looking like sluts, Dr. Goldberg chuckles and asks if she never wore a sexy outfit to a party. Well...

Nothing like that, Suzy thinks to herself. The way they dress, their age, they seem so out of place in this setting.

A man approaches them and welcomes Evelyn to the party. She obviously knows him, and a few others who stop to chat. Her therapist talks to these men ... men whose eyes are fixed on Suzy the whole time ... while she stands there, very ill at ease, trying not to notice the way they are leering at her. Another staff person ... how many people work for Mr. Davenport, she wonders ... locates Dr. Goldberg and tells her she has a call. She encourages the self-conscious woman to mingle before she disappears into the crowd.

That is the last time Suzy sees her therapist.

Kyle Davenport maintains a room on the second floor containing an array of monitors. Some are connected to video cameras that scan the grounds of his extensive property. Others surveil various rooms in the house. Video cams are strategically located, set to exhibit erotic action which may ... and often does ... transpire in these rooms. All of them can record, which is especially useful for training purposes.

Kyle goes to the monitor room so he can check out this new prospect at a distance. Better to do it surreptitiously in case she doesn’t pass muster. He will decide if she really is the “stunning beauty” and the “sweet, submissive darling” Evelyn described. If she is, he’ll know how to proceed.

There they are.

The first thing Kyle notices about the girl is her long, honey blonde hair. It’s his favorite color. He hopes she turns out to be blonde all over. Then he admires her breasts, a pair of perfect sculptures... 34-C, he guesses ... very impressive on a small, slender girl like her. Nice, well-toned legs, but he can’t really see her thighs. What he does see, from her ankles to just above her knees, tells him all he needs to know. When she turns, he sees the curves of her ass. Very nice. Kyle is intrigued by how modestly dressed she is. He ventures this sweet honey blonde has a dynamite body.

He sends for Evelyn.

As he waits, he watches ... and chuckles when he sees one of his more raffish friends approach the girl. She seems shy, flustered by the man’s crude flirtation. He suddenly reaches for a breast ... and gets in one good squeeze before she cowers and backs away. Marvelous! A total stranger grabs her breast in public and baby doll is almost apologetic in denying him a free grope.

Dr. Goldberg enters the control room. By the look on his face, the good doctor can tell he is smitten with the scrumptious sex kitten she has brought him.

“I knew she was your type.”

She glances at the monitor, then smiles as he hands her an envelope.

“You have a good eye, Evelyn. A ‘stunning beauty’ indeed. And there’s nothing vampy about her at all.”

“That poor. sweet darling has no idea how much she entices men.”

“I look forward to teaching her.”

“Is that what you’re calling it now?”

Kyle laughs heartily as he adjusts his seat to allow for a stiff erection.

“Sounds so much nicer that way.”

“Ask her about giving a man a massage.”

And with that teaser, Evelyn Goldberg waves the envelope and leaves him to it. Kyle turns back to the monitor. One of the staff escorts her to the patio. The valet brings her car around, a blue-green Volvo, and she departs.

As she gets away from the unwelcome advances of that creep, Suzy walks further into the room, around the large, elaborate stairway. She is rattled after that unexpected encounter and anxious for Dr Goldberg to return. Now wary of the men at this party, she looks around her. It doesn’t register at first. When it does, she gawks in open-mouthed surprise. More younger women than she saw before, women around her age, and she is incredulous. All of them are dressed like sluts! Short skirts, skimpy tops, stilettos, and some of them are flirting with those older men.

Suzy gasps in shock when she sees a man reach out and grope a girl half his age, just caresses her leg, and she doesn’t seem to mind! This party has gotten rather creepy. She instinctively folds her arms across her chest. No one bothers her, but the restive girl feels mens’ eyes burning into her. Even in a room filled with scantily-clad young women, Suzy Sexton’s exceptional beauty draws attention.

Oh my god! That man reached out and grabbed both of that girl’s breasts! And she’s just standing there, letting him grope her! With a startled moan, Suzy averts her gaze, red-faced with embarrassment.

A man is standing nearby. He smiles at her reaction. That makes her blush even more. He speaks politely, but she stammers in response, still unnerved by the lewd display. His laughter is friendly. Suzy manages a self-conscious smile when they make eye contact. This man is quite handsome, although he’s a good deal older than her.

He asks the lovely young blonde if she is a friend of Kyle’s. No, not really, someone brought her here. He grins; but of course.

She decides it is better to talk with him and keep the creeps away. She gushes about how rich Mr. Davenport must be. Gosh, even that stairway is amazing! They turn to look at the ornate structure, and the man places his hand on her lower back as he gestures towards it. He seems knowledgeable about the architecture. She listens, and reflexively smiles when he looks at her.

With a twinkle in his eye, he reaches for Suzy’s breast. Caught off guard, she flinches, with a muffled yelp, and tries to pull away. He tightens his grip around her waist. With this sweet, creamy present caught in his arm, he uses his fingers to trace the shape of her breast on the white fabric ... takes the sumptuous mound in hand and gives it a firm squeeze ... circles his thumb around her aureola ... pinches her nipple between thumb and forefinger ... and pulls on it until he lifts her breast. A spontaneous moan escapes her lips.

Without so much as a fare-thee-well, the man suddenly kisses Suzy, then lets go of her breast. Without another word, he takes her by the hand ... come with me, doll ... and pulls her towards a door. The befuddled girl tries to pull her hand free even as she follows him, demanding to know where he is taking her. They rush through a door. The door closes.

It’s a small side room, intended for private use by the guests. He presses her against the wall. Suzy mewls breathlessly as the man smothers her with a fervent kiss. She tries to speak, to explain something, then stops struggling and submits to his kiss. His tongue frolics with hers while his hand returns to her breast. Suzy is being probed and fondled by a forty-something man she just met. Their eyes meet as he strokes her lips with is thumb. He loves sultry lips like hers.

He steps back with a salacious grin. She suddenly cries out in disbelief. He’s pulling his dick out! Right in front of her! She sees it expanding, sees him leering at her, and she doesn’t know what to do or say. He takes her hand in his. Suzy yowls and tries to yank it free. He calmly takes hold of her arm and brings her hand to his now fully-erect penis. The disconcerted beauty pleads with him to let her go. With a lecherous chuckle, he wraps her fingers around the thick, veiny shaft and begins stroking his cock with her hand. Stunned by this sudden turn of events, Suzy watches herself masturbating a man she doesn’t even know.

How did this happen?!? What if Mr. Davenport sees her doing this?!? She murmurs a plaintive little “ ... please...”

He soon stops because he doesn’t want a hand job. He wants more than that. The man takes hold of both arms and gently coaxes the mortified girl as he pulls her arms toward the floor. Suzy resists, but when he persists, she drops to her knees. The compromised young woman wails in dismay. One hand goes to her shoulder, the other to the back of her head, as the man speaks to her in a more authoritative tone. She doesn’t dare look. She finally does ... and sees a large, stiff cock coming right at her.

With a tight-lipped grimace, she tilts her head back, or tries to, but his hands hold her in place. Suzy utters a sexy little moan as the fat, fleshy knob pushes into her mouth. His cock slides past her unresisting lips until his meat fills her mouth. Nostrils flare with her panicky breathing.

With that same, authoritative tone, he speaks to Suzy ... she will provide him with oral pleasure ... and his fingers clutch at long, blonde hair. She is new here, but whoever brought this sweet little thing to the party did it for a reason. His patience is vindicated when Suzy gives in, gives up, and gives him the blow job he expects.

Watching their foreplay on the monitor, Kyle is both pleased and entertained by the girl’s response to the advances a friend of his makes. The plot develops as his friend drags her to one of the private rooms. Kyle turns to another monitor, adjusts the visual, and turns up the volume. The man isn’t the expert he is at assessing a young woman’s disposition. But he knows how to take charge, and the nubile young blonde complies, yielding control of the situation to him. Kyle beams as the carnal action unfolds. Tasked with giving a blow job to a total stranger, a man twice her age, she takes his cock in her mouth and does what is required of her. Excellent!

The discreetly-placed video camera gives Kyle a much better look at the girl Evelyn brought him. She has a face of true beauty, he can tell, even with her lips wrapped around a thick cock. And he loves that shade of blonde. Her breasts bulge against the shirt. He will enjoy getting his hands on those babies. Down on her knees, lifting her arms as she performs oral sex, the girl’s red skirt rises to reveal more of her thighs. Shapely contours, lightly tanned, with smooth, unblemished skin. Kyle knows, now, this lovely young babe has a fantastic body. Evelyn delivered him a love goddess. At least, she will be.

He chuckles at the comical facial contortions his friend makes with baby doll sucking him off. It was easy for him to get her in there. Just as easy to get the girl to her knees. And once she had a hard cock demanding her attention, she did the only thing a true submissive can do. She took it in her mouth and went to work. He recognizes a man in climax. Marvelous. He didn’t even have to make her swallow. She did it on her own.

Kyle decides it is time to meet Suzy Sexton.

Suzy is still on the floor, still on her knees, when the man exits the room. It takes her a minute to regain her composure. Despite feeling ashamed and embarrassed, she is able to hold back the tears while she straightens her hair. Then she wipes her lips again. The skittish beauty steps out warily, half-expecting a rush of men wanting oral sex, but no one seems to notice her. What she needs to do now is find her therapist. And get away from this place. It’s too weird, too creepy here.

She sees one of the staff and hurries to catch him before he walks away. Can he help her find Dr. Goldberg? He doesn’t know her. There are a lot of guests here, he explains. A description of a woman in her 40’s doesn’t help. He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. With an apology, he departs. Suzy walks around, hoping to spot her therapist, keeping a watchful eye on the men.

She is approached by another staff person. Mr. Davenport will see you now. He bids her follow him.

Suzy hesitates, but follows him with some trepidation, still keeping an eye out for Dr. Goldberg. He leads her through the middle of the crowd. As they cross the ballroom, she takes furtive glances at the men she passes, some of whom are undressing her with their eyes. They come to a pair of large, ornate French doors. He opens only one, then closes it behind them. Half as big as the room they just left, it is still a long, wide room. She sees a sofa and a few chairs, arranged in a semi-circle near a fireplace. On the far wall, a matching set of French doors. On the other side, a bookcase. Her guide calls it the sanctum. They walk across the room. A fire burns in the fireplace. He offers her a seat and asks that the young lady wait here. Mr. Davenport will see her presently. He takes his leave. Suzy is alone in this large room.

She sits ... and waits ... and fidgets ... her stomach all aflutter. The anxious woman licks her lips again, and checks herself, making sure she is presentable. As she tries to moderate her breathing, and the conspicuous rising of her breasts, Suzy ponders ... and wonders. Can this man really help her?

He sees her on the monitor. Waiting for him as she was told. Nervous and vulnerable. He nods in approval. When he is appraising a new girl, Kyle prefers to make her wait ... let the tension build ... and keep her on edge. When they finally meet, she will likely be more malleable, more receptive to his influence, which will allow him to dissect her temperament and determine how amenable she is to being dominated ... subjugated ... owned.

It feels like she has been waiting a long time. Maybe she should forget about this and go look for Dr. Goldberg. Suzy gasps when she hears a door open. But no, wait, the French doors she’s been watching haven’t moved. Now both nervous and confused, she sits perched on the edge of the chair, barely breathing.

“You must be Suzy.”

With a more pronounced gasp, the overwrought girl bolts upright and looks behind her. There is a man coming towards her. But coming from where? He must be...

“Hello, Suzy. I am Kyle Davenport.”

He is quite handsome, with a confident smile, looking like he knows he’s lord of the manor. She feels drawn to his eyes. A bit flustered, Suzy rises to meet him, stuttering as she introduces herself. With a nervous smile, she extends a hand, and notices her fingers are trembling.

“Evelyn spoke to me about you. My, my...”

He takes both of her hands in his and pulls her away from the chair. His eyes remain fixed on hers as he kisses her right hand.

“ ... you are even more lovely than I anticipated. Truly stunning.”

Suzy blushes self-consciously as she rubs the hand he just kissed. Taken aback by his unexpected charm ... and intimidated by the power in this man’s eyes ... the gorgeous young blonde is rendered speechless.

“I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Suzy.”

He means every word. Seeing her in the flesh ... as it were ... Kyle is galvanized by her dazzling beauty. Making a quick survey of baby doll’s enticing charms, he appreciates even more the splendid gift the good doctor brought him. He maintains eye contact as he steps forward, intent on subduing her will. Suzy takes a few steps back, captivated by her host, yet unnerved by his air of authority. Even his smile feels intimidating.

“Evelyn tells me you are having difficulties with men.”

Such an uncommonly beautiful face. Shame and embarrassment, mixed with a timid hope. Kyle doesn’t let go of her eyes as he drinks in her vulnerability. Suzy looks at him, her sultry lips slightly parted, unable to speak.

“Callous men who ... take what they want from you ... and they always seem to want more, don’t they?”

She shivers. It’s like he can see right though her. Another step back.

“I wish men wouldn’t treat me that way.”

“But you encourage them to treat you that way.”

Suzy gasps at his surprising declaration. She feels the warmth in her cheeks.

“That’s not fair. I don’t...”

“You are a very, very beautiful girl. You learned to use your striking beauty ... and the allure of sex ... to get a man ... to keep him, and ... tell me ... to get a man back?”

“Well ... a couple of times ... I guess.”

“And they do come back ... because they like fucking you ... like the way you fuck.”

Suzy blushes and looks down, her hand rising to her mouth.

“Some of those men, that was all they wanted.”

She acknowledges the truth with a slight nod, biting her lower lip.

“And you gave it to them. That hot, luscious body. Any way they wanted.”

Suzy mewls, disconcerted at hearing the truth spoken in such a blunt manner. Without thinking, too flabbergasted to think, the sensuous beauty backs up some more, until she bumps into the wall. Kyle steps forward. He feels the carnal desire pulsating in his loins. So beautiful ... so vulnerable ... so obtainable.

“Now, Suzy, I want you to take off your skirt.”

She gasps in shock. His eyes overwhelm her. But what he said...

“Why do you ... want me to ... take off my skirt?”

With an imperious air, he looks down at the sweet honey blonde, and she shudders under his piercing gaze.

“Because I wish it.”

For a moment, it appears she might say “no.” The moment passes. He steps back and watches Suzy step out of her shoes, unzip the skirt, tug it down her bare, shapely thighs, and raise each of her knees. He smiles as she hands him her skirt. Folding it carefully, he turns and lays it over the back of the sofa. His eyes scan the contours of her legs, from her delicate ankles ... to her picture perfect knees ... to her lithe, graceful thighs. His scrutiny stops at her panties, partially covered by her shirt, and by the nervously fidgeting hands placed in front of them. Baby doll is nervous, her stomach all aflutter. As it should be.

“And not just white guys, either. Black guys like fucking you ... don’t they?”

Suzy stands there, mouth agape, her fingers clasping and unclasping.

“How much did Dr. Goldberg tell you about me?”

“I need to know everything, Suzy ... if I’m going to help you.”