*****THE DESIRE TO KNOW***** *****CHAPTER 1***** Charles had been a good friend of Paula's ever since they had met in junior high school. There had been several boys picking on her and Charles had stepped in to help her, getting his ass kicked in the process. They had became friends after that and remained so ever since. But that seemed like it was about to change. You see, Charles' job has him traveling around the country on occasion. And when he does, he needs someone to stay at his apartment and make sure his animals get fed, plants watered.. etc. He usually had his little sister do this but on this occasion she was busy. He had ended up having to ask Paula, who said she would do it, as long as he didn't mind if she had her date for the upcoming Saturday come over to keep her company. He said it was alright so it was all set. He went on his trip satisfied that his apartment would be in good hands. It would have been, but on Saturday night after Paula's date and she had fucked up a storm and Paula had slipped into a blissful sleep, her date decided to get up and smoke a little crack. No need going into a long explaination of exactly what happened after that, but when Paula awoke the next morning, she found that her date had ransacked the place. Of course he was nowhere to be found. For the better part of that day, Paula had tried her best to return the apartment to it's original shape. She had been successful enough, except for a reading lamp that Charles kept on the desk of his study. That had fallen on the floor and had broken into several pieces. Paula figured she would have to replace it, and just put it all into a bag and left it there on his desk. Once Charles returned from his trip, Paula discovered to her dismay that the broken lamp was worth as much if not more than most people's cars. It had been in his family for several years and was irreplacable. Paula could only say she was sorry that it happened but that it had not been her fault. She spent the next few minutes explaining to him what had happened and how she had found the apartment when she awoke the next morning. After listening to her story, Charles had replied that she may not be at fault, but was reponsible for the damage all the same. Paula agreed with that, but said that she didn't know what she could do to make amends. She could see in his eyes something that she'd never seen before. It was a look that said to her that he didn't buy her story, and she wasn't about to get away with it. One look at him was enough to make her begin crying and saying over and over again how sorry she was. They worked it out in the following manner: Paula would pay him 400.00 a week for one year, until he was paid a total of 20,800 dollars. He had told her that it would not completely repay her debt, but would go a long way in restoring his faith in her as a friend. Paula truthfully told him that she could not afford to give him that much money every week. But Charles seemed to have a solution ready for that. He told her that he would pay her that much every week, to in effect be his maid. She would come to his house every day for a year, clean the house, feed the animals, make his dinner, and be available for whatever he might ask of her until midnight, when she would be allowed to return to her own home. For her services in that manner, he would pay her 400.00 a week, and would in turn deduct it from her salary until the year had elapsed. She covered her face with her hands and began to cry harder, not caring at all for his solution, but knowing she would do it all the same. She could not afford to pay him that much money, she only hoped that he would not ask anything unreasonable of her. Paula finally agreed to his terms, and they set about to writing a contract for their deal. Paula, being an attorney, knew that the contract was binding and if she were to break it, he would be able to sue her. Once they signed the contract, Charles asked her if she wanted to begin right then, or would she rather wait until the next day. Paula figured that there was no sense putting it off, so she told him that they might as well start right then. "Okay then, you can start by taking off all of your clothes." Charles told her to her great dismay. Knowing she was trapped, she did just that, sobbing and sniffling the whole time until she had shed all of her clothes and was standing naked, and extremely embarrassed in front of him. Paula knew that she would have to let him fuck her if he wanted. Under normal circmumstances, Paula would have liked that very much. But like this, the pretty attorney could feel nothing but humiliated. "Now" Charles said, breaking her thoughts "Each day when you come, the first thing you will do is take off all your clothes." Paula looked at him in horror when she understood what it was that he had just told her. All she did was nod. He told her to get her ass busy and cook his dinner, he was hungry. Things like this only happen in the lowest grade of films. They don't happen to real people. But Paula had let herself be trapped into this situation and legally, she knew that there was nothing she could do about it. She had signed a binding agreement than in effect made her Charles' slave for the duration. Charles made Paula stand with her hands behind her back at the side of the table while he ate his dinner. What she prepared, made no differnce. What DID matter was that the food was not exactly to his liking. After he dabbed his lips with the napkin, he scooted his chair back and beckoned for Paula to move closer. She very slowly moved the two or three steps to his chair and stood there with her hands still clasped behind her back. He told her that he expected to be fed better than that, and that he would now give her something to serve as a reminder of that. Before Paula could digest those words, Charles had lashed out and caught the woman by her arm. Pulling her over his lap just as she began to struggle. He could have easily overpowered her, but the only thing he did during the lovely attorney's fighting was to calmly mention the contract, and that she would desist that instant. Defeated, Paula let her head hang over his legs in dejection and saw the floor looking awfully blurry through her tears. A moment later, Charles began to pommel her cute asscheeks with his beefy right hand. The sharp cracking the slapping caused sounded like pistol shots. Paula cried out in agony with each stroke, pitifully sobbing as the full impact of her ordeal was STILL not being made known to her. As her bottom cheeks began to get very red and sore, Paula could only wonder how she ever could have called this man a friend. Charles spanked her until he figured that she was no longer reacting to the strokes. Once he stopped, he stood the pretty attorney up and told her to go and draw his bath. In the bathroom, Paula turned on the water and then dropped to her knees, letting out her anguish while the tub began to fill. A few moments later, Charles walked into the bathroom garbed in a robe. After leaningover and checking the temperature with his finger, he shrugged the robe from his shoulders and then stepped into the tub. He made Paula remain kneeling on the side of the tub, and give him his bath. She found that no matter how hard she tried, she just could not bring herself to look directly at him. She had bathed him as per his instructions. Then again as ordered, Got a towel and dried him off when he stepped out of the tub. Still on her knees, Paula was shocked when his cock seemed to bob up against her cheek. She looked at saw that it was beginning to rise, and that she was undoubtedly the one who would have to take care of it. Once she had completely dried him off, Charles told her to stand up and bend over the toilet. Paula had begun to cry again as her worst fears were about to be realised. When she bent over, Charles took her by the hips and forced her to open her legs. A few seconds later, she felt something nosing around her cunt... His cock was now hard and rubbing up against her pussy lips, leaving pre-cum in it's wake. Then without warning, Charles brought his cock to her opening and savagely thrust it inside of her. I suppose it should come as no surprise that she was pretty well lubricated, but that in no way detracted from the absolute agony of his sudden entry. Paula squealed in pain and sobbed loudly when he began pounding into her cunt with long, vicious strokes. The only thing that made the brutal penetration bearable was the fact she Paula was so well lubricated, not that she would have believed it. Charles tightened his grip on her hips and slapped his thighs against her still somewhat sore bottom, causing the pretty attorney to nearly bump her head on the wall several times. Mercifully, the searing pain of his sudden intrusion began to subside, to be replaced with an almost heavenly feeling of numbness. Once Paula had become accustomed to his bulk and the pain started to lessen, she was able to relax a bit and found to both her delight and her dismay that she was actually beginning to enjoy being fucked by this pig whom she called a friend. More than merely enjoying it, the blonde haired woman was slowly climbing toward what would have to be a mind blowing orgasm. Now, Paula was moaning in pleasure when Charles sent his cock cannonading into her burning pussy. Charles picked up the change in his `maid' and reached his hand around her to roughly manipulate her clitoris. Paula reacted by shoving her sexy ass back at him and wrigging while she waited impatiently for the next bonejarring thrust. "MMmmmmm God yes! Harder.. Fuck me harder!" She wailed out at the bathroom wall. She could hear him bleating in her ear from behind, not aware that she was about to be left unfulfilled. Her pussy was just too much for Charles. He was having a lot of trouble keeping himself from coming and soon began stroking into the velvet like confines with short, powerful strokes. Paula groaned and undulated her hips in a wicked manner while she climbed steadily toward her own climax. But she wasn't to have it, Charles howled in her while his hot load erupted from his balls and bathed the pretty attorney's pussy after it's discharge. "No Damn you! Wait for me you bastard!" Paula screamed at him. But he was too far gone to even have heard a word she was screaming at him. All he could do was just grab her flared hips tightly and revel in his own pleasure. Paula was once again beginning to sob, but this time in frustration. Charles put his hand on her back and started to pull out of her gripping cunt....... Paula awoke with a start and found that she was still crying. Tears were rolling down her pretty face as she reached under the blanket, clawing at her panties and started rubbing her cunt furiously. This had been one of her most vivid dreams and her burning pussy reflected this while she maddeningly began to work toward the orgasm she was cheated out of in her dream. She was chanting something incoherently while in her mind's eye, that wonderful cock was slamming into her pussy with reckless abandon. She cried out long and hard when her burning climax erupted through her soul like lava from a volcano, consuming everything in it's path. Minutes later, Paula had done her best to compose herself and finally began to stop crying. The dreams were beginning to come with more frequency that when they first started about 3 months earlier. You see, about 3 or 4 nights a week, Paula dreams of being held in a situation where she was not in control. Not that she understood why things like that would move her so, but there was no denying the fact that she always woke up after one of these dreams drenched with sweat and a hot pussy screaming for attention. Attention, she always did her best to satisfy. Most of the time, she would pull a vibrator from her night table and work it into herself, but this night was far too urgent to wait until she could get to the phallic shaped vibrator. The dreams began innocently enough. She had the flu and was laying in bed watching an old Elvis Presley movie. Blue Hawaii to be exact. Anyone who has seen the movie will recall a scene toward the end where the King finally has enough of the spoiled brat and took her over his knee. Paula's cunt convulsed at that point for reasons she did not know. But later that night, in her sleep, it was the pretty attorney who found herself draped over Elvis' knee getting her bottom swatted. Getting out of bed was fast becoming a chore for the usually driven lawyer. She couldn't wait to get to work and start her duties at the law firm where she was employed. That is, until lately when Paula began finding it harder and harder to get up, dressed and out the door. Today would be no exception, but she wasn't going to work. No, the dreams had gotten the best of her and she was going to see a psychaitrist about her problem. So after a few minutes lounging in the afterglow of her climax, Paula struggled out of bed and made for the bathroom. 28 years old, Paula was no stunning beauty by any means of the word. But she had a fresh look about her that made her sexy in most men's eyes. Her lithe 5'7" frame seemed to glide across the floor when she walked, carrying her 130 lbs. very nicely. It had been only since she began having trouble getting out of bed that Paula decided to style her hair in a way that would not need much upkeep. So she had her shoulder length blonde hair cut into a permanent. Not real tight curls, but tight enough that each one seemed to bounce in a different direction when she walked or the wind hit it. After a shower and a light breakfast, she dressed herself in a sky blue pleated skirt and matching blouse. She always seemed to like to wear clothes that didn't contrast her ice blue eyes. In fact to me, Paula's eyes are her best quality. They had that aire about them that has never failed to make stong men go weak in the knees when she glanced their way. She stopped to buy a newspaper on the way, figuring that she'd read it while waiting for the doctor to see her. As she was paying for the paper, she saw something that made her pussy convulse. It was a swinger's magazine that had a picture on the cover of a scantily clad lady, on her knees with her hands bound behind her back. She was kneeling in front of a man wearing all leather and holding a wicked looking riding crop over his head as if he were about to strike her with it. Trying her best to wipe the lewd thoughts from her mind, Paula quickly paid for the newspaper and made her way down the street. Paula had barely had time to begin looking at her newspaper before the doctor's receptionist informed her that the doctor was ready to see her. She was quite nervous as she stood up and made her way into his office. The young attorney told the doctor in great detail about her dreams, and even related specific details when she was prompted. She felt herself blush when she did so, but she had told herself that no matter what, she wanted to be rid of this problem. But after just chatting back and forth for several minutes, the doctor told her something she wasn't sure she wanted to hear. He began by telling her that before you can dream something, it would have to be in your mind to begin with. The fact that the dreams are that vivid would probably mean that it's very prominent in her mind. "But, I don't like things like that!" Paula protested loudly and suddenly. The doctor raised his eyebrows, and gave her a `Yeah, sure you don't' look. "I think a more accurate thing to say would be that you are not AWARE that you like things like that." He said, causing Paula to open her eyes wide and stare at him in disbelief. "There's nothing wrong with having these feelings." He was trying to reassure her, now. " You have a high pressure job where you have to make a lot of decisions that effect people, correct?" Paula nodded silently. "A lot of people are in the same situation as you, and you'd be surprised how just how many people I see in here just like yourself." Paula wasn't sure she believed him, but she did begin to relax a bit. he continued. "Being sexually submissive is in my opinion a perfectly natural reaction to having such a high pressure job." She looked at him quizzically so he continued. "Most submissive people simply do not want to have to make any decisions once they leave work." She was listening to him, not really sure if she was actually comprehending what he was saying, but listening to him all the same. He was in effect, trying to tell her that she was submissive but just haven't recognized that fact as of yet. Paula spent the better part of the session listening to him explain the psycological aspect of sexual submissiveness, and where she herself might fit in. The jest of it all, seemed to be that it was ok for her to have those dreams. Which, when you come right down to it, was not what the pretty attorney wanted to hear in the first place. She WANTED to hear how wrong it was for her to have those dreams, and how terrible it was for her to harbour those thoughts in the first place. The doctor had told her that she ought to make an appointment to see him again next week, but she had declined to do so, citing that she really didn't believe he would be able to help her. So off she went, back home where she didn't know what she was going to do.