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Feeling desperation for want of a better way to put it. One of my favourite movie scenes was when Faye Dunaway posed interesting ideas to her cl!ent in the Thomas Crown Affair. Many love that movie and Faye also played the quintessential 60's femme fatale in the original movie. In the second movie Russo was successfully seduced but in my own World I had no such luck. Instead I felt like a worthless piece of crap after failing miserably with that girl. The g!rl who'd slammed my nuts had a way of rubbing it in when at the neighbourhood park an older b*y I hadn't met before started feeling her up putting his hands up her school sweater and undid her bra at the back and slid it out. She lived only doors away so she would occasionally drop by to chat with other scho*l k!ds in the nearby park who'd be sitting on an old log that was there. The older boy had hid perfume in a hole in that log to surprise here with. It was a good plan and she showed her delight. I related all this along with other woeful situations with fem teachers to my psychologist in the hope of finding some ray of light to explain it all but still felt vindicated to chose the path that suited me. I behaved in an charismatic and boastful non caring way to see if I could make my chosen personality stick permanently. That did have some flaws though and it could leave me high and dry just when I needed it. It was in that spirit that I'd taken my friends place at being a whipp!ng boy. I just scoffed at it like it was nothing but when the time came I felt vulnerable and a shyness pulled at me as I was surveyed by those fems intent on beating a b*y. I was conscious of my little ass and even embarrassed by it and couldn't bring myself to thinking they could ever like it. It confirmed that I was a<b> freak </font></b>who didn't deserve any respect. A little devilish smile crept onto the psychologists face as I related this and I also added I still had the video of that session. She took the bait willingly and suggested I bring the tapes in so she could use them to understand the situation I was in better. I told her I wasn't ready to see them but she counted with that was perfectly okay and she would watch them on her own. I agreed to bring them in on my next session but was unsure whether I'd really do that. I thought about what was on them and the way those fems looked condescendingly at my little butt and shaved genitals. They were laughing with each other before they'd grip the whip handles tightly and let their faces show their cruel intentions. Then I was someone else to them. The brother who'd once stole their ice cream or read their diary or whatever. They'd have their way with me putting a shine to my embarrassingly little butt. It worked for me.  But who was using who?    |
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7/29/2022 1:58 pm |
So many questions.
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