It began with a text message from my ex-wife. She said her niece Anna was selling a product (no need to name it) and asked would I please buy some from her.
Her sister's daughter has always been a problem child. Her parents divorced as soon shortly after she was born, now 24 years old, she has been involved with drugs, alcohol, and abusive boyfriends. She's gone from job to job with no skills or high school diploma.
I texted my ex-wife, "Sure send her over I'll buy some stuff."
My wife and I spit almost two years ago and I haven't seen Anna in at least three, maybe four years. A couple of days later she rang my doorbell.
Anna had grown into a very attractive young woman. She's petite, about 5'4' long black hair half way to her butt from her Latin father, and pale skin from her English, German mother, with lovely brown eyes, full lips, high cheekbones, clear skin, slim and with nice large breasts for her small frame. In short a real looker. She has never been without a boyfriend, all jerks according to my ex-wife. That day she arrived wearing a tube top, showing off her nice upward pointing tits and tight fitting torn at the knees jeans. Walking behind her as she walked into my house I got a good look at her not to large just the right size ass.
I offered a beer which she declined. We traded small talk for a while. During the pleasantries I noticed the handcuffs tattoo on her forearm.
"When did you get that?" I asked.
"I don't know a while ago," she said.
"Do you know what it means?" I inquired.
"Doesn't mean anything there're just handcuffs. I liked the way they look," she nervously replied.
"Well they do have a significance or you might say they signify something other than just handcuffs. Someone might get the idea that you are into BDSM. Do you know what that stands for?"
She paused and said, "No, what's that?"
"It stands for bondage, domination, sadism, masochism. It's a sex fetish."
Anna's face flushed, "It's just handcuffs, they don't mean anything else."
"Ok let me ask you something personal. What kind of fantasies do you have when you masturbate?"
Anna's face flushed at the mention of fantasies and masturbation. She looked away, moved around a bit, then looked right at me.
"What do you mean?" she asked in quiet little girl voice.
"What do you think I mean. When you rub one out, you know jerk off, do you think about a guy taking you forcefully?" I asked.
She didn't answer but I knew I was correct by how uncomfortable it made her. Not uncomfortable because her uncle was asking her about her sex fantasies but because he had guessed correctly what those fantasies were just by looking at a tattoo.
I continued, "Do you think about a guy holding your wrists, restraining you?"
No reply. She sat very still just looking at me.
"You know those are very common fantasies that women have, books are written, films made, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Whatever it is that turns you on, spankings, having your hair pulled, it's all good, it's perfectly natural. Now tell me yes or no do you think about those sorts of things when you masturbate or not?"
She nodded her head gently up and down.
"Say it out loud, say yes, I think about being taken forcefully. Go ahead," I commanded.
"Yes."
Insistently I said, "Yes what?"
In a very quiet voice she said, "Yes I think about some of those things you just said."
More demanding still, "Say yes I fantasize about being taken forcefully."
After a pause she said, "Yes I fantasize about being taken forcefully."
"Good. Now say yes I fantasize having my ass spanked. Only if its true of course. Don't' say it if its not."
