I wantedto return to being the original me. Or did I? After nine months of beingcontinually brain washed and conditioned I was almost what Eric wanted... meto be; his nymphomaniac bitch. It wasn't always this way. How had Ericslowly overtaken my life with me becoming his property.I first met Eric one Friday night in a local pub. I had unsuccessfullytried to pick up a date for the night and, after admitting defeat, wasabout to leave when Eric came up to me. Having seen my failure, he saidbetter. It was mt turn to please her I went to work sucking on her clit the way the men would suck on mine, she was pulling her nipples saying '' eat my black cunt you nasty white bitch'' as she had a mighty orgasm, I slipped my finger up into her tight asshole, as she begged for more, my second finger entered her, she went wild, as I felt something press against my cunt lips, it was a cock, it entered me in one hard thrust almost ripping me apart, I had the strongest orgasm of my life, the big cock. Clutch onto the legs at the front and be a good girl".Again and again the cane sang its song, leaving tramline weals on that chubby white bottom which was soon turned red. Alison screamed and screamed, but hung tightly onto the legs at the front. As the thrashing progressed, Alison opened her legs, nto caring that she was on display. The Head got a fine view of the golden curls round her entrance. As more strokes fell, the Head slowed down and drank int he sight of coral pink lips, gently. My sister and I weren’t tired, just cold so as the temperature under the blankets increased she got less antagonistic and started chatting. Diane talked about the party she was missing, gossiped about her friends and babbled about the trip. I grunted occasionally to let her know I was still awake as she burbled incessantly. The longer we lay together with her talking and jostling against me the longer my cock got. I finally got to the point where my thoughts were as shameful as any I’d ever.