Straight Female / 63
I Really Was Still A Girl Then
This happened in 1979, I was 19 and had just been hired a a clerk in the purchasing department. The man who ran the department was an angry man, yelling and demeaning. He disliked me immediately. He belittled me and left me crying at my desk. Another man from operations walked in while he was yelling at me, he put his hand on my supervisors mouth telling him to leave me alone. After that he was my protector and kept a close eye on me. My supervisor hated him.
One afternoon my protector had gone to see a client. My supervisor called me to his office. He had set a spring release on his door so he could trigger closing it from his desk. He walked around behind me and grabbed me from behind, he told me my boyfriend wasn't there. He laid me over the desk and worked my pants down while holding me by the neck. He got his pants down, and when he approached me it was more like s woman than a man. He didn't have a penis or balls. He cussed and hit me before letting me go. I fell and had a good luck at wasn't there.
He walked over and picked up a golf club. told me the club would have to. It was only then that I screamed, someone tried opening the door but it was locked. He had hit me with the golf club and was pointing between my legs when the door came down. My protector screamed for him to stop and reached him and a long fight broke out.
I learned my supervisor had been castrated by a Vietnamese whore, and discharged with mental issues. I'm 63, I was never able to grow out of my attachment to my protector. I lived the life of a lovesick girl until he decided to make me an honest woman. Today we hear about PTSD, I'm sure that applied to my supervisor, but he had a lot more than that. I had PTSD from his attempted r**e, which failed because that whore had cut off his dick. It took a long, long time for me to put it away and stopped affecting me.
But, sometimes I 'see' that man, nothing there, like a woman. I guess that's why I paid a lot if attention to 'my' man, everything there, tall, dark, handsome, virile, masculine, macho, and he gave in and married me. My memory of rubbing my head on my wedding night, 'is this what you wanted?' Yes, it was.
One afternoon my protector had gone to see a client. My supervisor called me to his office. He had set a spring release on his door so he could trigger closing it from his desk. He walked around behind me and grabbed me from behind, he told me my boyfriend wasn't there. He laid me over the desk and worked my pants down while holding me by the neck. He got his pants down, and when he approached me it was more like s woman than a man. He didn't have a penis or balls. He cussed and hit me before letting me go. I fell and had a good luck at wasn't there.
He walked over and picked up a golf club. told me the club would have to. It was only then that I screamed, someone tried opening the door but it was locked. He had hit me with the golf club and was pointing between my legs when the door came down. My protector screamed for him to stop and reached him and a long fight broke out.
I learned my supervisor had been castrated by a Vietnamese whore, and discharged with mental issues. I'm 63, I was never able to grow out of my attachment to my protector. I lived the life of a lovesick girl until he decided to make me an honest woman. Today we hear about PTSD, I'm sure that applied to my supervisor, but he had a lot more than that. I had PTSD from his attempted r**e, which failed because that whore had cut off his dick. It took a long, long time for me to put it away and stopped affecting me.
But, sometimes I 'see' that man, nothing there, like a woman. I guess that's why I paid a lot if attention to 'my' man, everything there, tall, dark, handsome, virile, masculine, macho, and he gave in and married me. My memory of rubbing my head on my wedding night, 'is this what you wanted?' Yes, it was.
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