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torture I will stop the visits immediately, understand?”
    I nodded my head dutifully.
    “Very well.”
    I felt the sensation of pressure being released as the metal probe was pulled out slowly and deliberately from my anal cavity. Then I heard the rattling of metal shackles as she untied them one by one. And finally I was free, my feet dangling loosely in the raised stirrups. I did not dare move.
    There was a long moment of silence. Finally I heard soft footsteps, the door opened, then closed. This time the silence was complete. The sound of my breathing was loud in my ears. I lay there for a long time to make sure she was truly gone. Finally I slipped my feet from the stirrups and sat up and removed the hood and gag. I felt disorientated as I undid the buckles on the thick leather restrains on my wrists and ankles. I looked down at my genitals. My balls were still bound at the base with electrical cord and my cock looked red and angry where the thick brass ring had been threaded through its tip. As I looked down at myself, I became hard again.
    And then suddenly I had the curious feeling that I was being watched. I looked about me – the room was empty. Then I noticed two things for the first time. There was a video camera on a tripod in the corner of the room pointed at me. I could see a small green light glowing - it was busy recording. The second thing I saw was a small window with a one-way mirrored glass pane. I was sure my aunt was in the next room, watching me through the mirror.
    My penis was on ce again fully hard. I grinned cockily at the mirror and began to masturbate while sitting on the edge of the table. The orgasm, when it came, was almost as violent as the previous one.
    When the final shudders of sexual pleasure finally subsided, I left the room and walked down the passage to the living room naked. I dressed slowly and quietly and left, closing my step aunt’s front door softly behind me.
    Outside the late afternoon was bright and the street was crowded and busy, bustling with people and traffic. I looked about me and felt as though I had just walked into a surreal world where I did not belong. Suddenly I longed to turn around and go back to the black room with its red glow and waves of excruciating pain and sexual ecstasy.
    At that moment I knew I was hopelessly lost.
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Saskia rose and leaned against the balustrade of the balcony, looking out into the darkened landscape. My story of lust and torment had taken so long that night had fallen completely. 
    "You ha ve a curious way of arousing my imagination,” she said at last, with her back to me, staring out into the night. “Your bizarre story has made my heart beat faster for some reason. You make depravity seem exciting – seductive, even.” She turned around and looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. “I think you are the kind of man who is capable of corrupting a woman to the depths of her very soul. You look as young and guileless as a cherub, and yet you speak of unspeakable things – base depravity and wickedness. I find it most disturbing, and yet abominably exciting."
    Yes, my love , sex and pain is exciting. If only you will allow yourself to enjoy the indescribable pleasure of it.
     
    I am lying on the table with the think black rubber sheet. My body is manacled to the steel medical table and my feet are locked in the stirrups, suspended from the chains attached to the black ceiling. Aunt Sophia is standing between my legs, dressed in her unbuttoned white doctor’s coat. She is naked underneath the coat and I can see her drooping breasts glowing in the red light of the room.  She snaps on her white latex gloves and my heart begins to race. The torture is about to commence - but not before she fits the now familiar ball gag to my mouth and face.
    In the corner of the room the small green light of the video camera glows quietly, signifying that, as always, everything is being meticulously recorded.