I was raped by a woman and saved by a man.

I never thought for a million years of being the sort of young woman that would face a torturing beast female lesbian who would tie me down at appointments and rape me as a form of her new wave psycho -enlightenment .

the woman had done it before raping tight little virgins and with her fingers and instruments in a closed room while her own husband was away she would even handcuff me with her husbands cuffs and force me to ring my own mother and say could I stay the night and beg and my mother would give in. did she ever sense my fear in the my voice over the phone that this lady had a gun at my head or sharp piece of mirror glass or a knife and would play out the part of silent hostage til mummy gave in over the line?? tighing my legs together and a grip around my mouth so I could not scream, her with thse bright red rags of rage.

I sweated and coughed and tried to act like this was all my own will. she would joke after the phone was put down and the fake plan safe to continue.

then the therapist would unclothe me and while I was handcuffed crying she would slide the gun down to my body and to my slitty 'we will have some fun then' and I drowned in tears at the grimace thought.

I would be butt naked in now time and only my high heels on as the psychologist would play at my tits and push me to the sofa and nibble away at my nipples and finding her huge hard vibrator she would ram it up after several sessions of fingering to widen my pussy enough to take in this massive cold thing.


I was wet with fear and she would force that hard cock into me and watch me suffer it out. so many times I cried alone unable to tell a soul my story.

she was a dominatrix who loved to give cock and head. she would lick my slitty and ram that vibrator into my pussy and I would cry in that gag mouth.

she took me away on holidays and then her business conferences with groups of her clients where sexual power games were going on everywhere.

I wanted to get away from her. never have to endure this humiliation lesbian sex again. and I have to say I never once climax with her dominations and controlling.

she said this would make me feel better. handcuffed again one evening her husband came home by surprise and caught her red handed doing her lesbot best at me.

I can only thank his efforts to remove that female rapist out of my life. all I remember after passing out was a nice young police officer carrying me away.

three years have past and I am still a basket case but I have grown strong in the arms of this young man and I still play over and over and over in my mind that relief of his rescue. him believing me as no one else did for so long. him comforting me and taking time in pleasuring my inner child that has been victimized here.

there are nights we spend together where he will touch me til I cum hard against his fingers and fall into his arms with relief that the horrors of her are over. he carries me to the bedroom and we have deep and long sex where he will make love to me for hours. drawn out deliberate pounding for over and hour deep into my pussy and I like him taking his time. some nights we have much more fast and furious sex but more nights it is deliberate long deep penetrative sex for his pleasure and I do not dare tell him how much I love it like that incase he will stop. I love it when I am so open to his cock pushing into me that I can feel the tip of his cock again the walls of my uterus. its like there is nothing dividing us and I usually go very wet and he will pound me hard so I orgasm and bite his neck skin. I usually love to nussle into his shoulders and pretend the world no longer exists after we both have shuttering massive orgasms. I feel like a child lost in his arms after all pounding is over and my pussy is completely ached and stretched out, because I know he saved me.