“Good evening, John. Ready for another night of surfing pornographic websites and sodomizing yourself?” The air rushed out of my lungs, as if I was being pulled beneath the surf.
“Wha... what are you talking about?”
“The sex toy, the pink rubbery sex toy, you shove up your butt. Don’t deny it. I saw the emails and the photos you sent your, a, friends.”
“What were you doing, snooping around on my computer?”
“Don’t change the subject, John.”
“You don’t have the right...”
“I’m not the police. I’m the mother of your wife and the grandmother of your children, that is, if you can find time to perform your duties as a husband.” She rose and threw the magazine on the couch. “I have every right to protect my daughter from a man who is out of control and engaging in perversion.”
“Does Marsha know?”
“Not yet. I thought I’d give you the chance to tell her yourself, before I do.” I broke into a sweat. The sour scent of my own fear invaded my nostrils.
“There is no need for this, Faye, I promise you...”
“Oh, you’re not going to pull that on me, mister.” She took three quick steps and closed on me in an instant. She moved just far enough into my personal space, to put me on edge. Faye is a tall woman, about five feet, nine-inches. In her heels, she looked down at me. “I’m not going to let you ruin Marsha’s life. I’m going to try and salvage yours at the same time.” Faye looked me straight in the eyes. The aroma of her perfume mixed with my own fear. “But if I have to destroy you in order to save her, I’ll do it.” I stepped back, away from her, and took a deep breath. “There was always something about you, John. You are always on the computer, even when we rented the beach house last summer. We’d all be on the beach or in the pool, and you’d be in on the computer. Something always gnawed at me. When I saw a talk show about pornography addiction, it all came into focus. I bought a special memory stick that scans hard drives and captures pornographic images, chat streams, and emails. I collapsed into a chair.
“That’s illegal!”
“Maybe for the police, but not for me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I spent over twenty years treating men like you. I know exactly what to do, and from now on you are under my care and will follow my directions.”
“What if I don’t?” She looked down at me with contempt blazing in her blue-gray eyes.
“I’m going to tell her. And I’m going to show her the filthy pictures of you in panties with the pink sex toy sticking out of your butt. I’m going to share the messages you sent to that woman in New York, asking her to spank you and make you wear panties.” My head started spinning. I clutched the chair to steady myself. “You have a choice, John. Follow my orders and I’ll tell Marsha you came to me, asking for help. She needn’t know the details. If you don’t follow my orders, I’ll show her everything. I’ll also bring in the police, just for good measure.”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” I bolted into the powder room, dropped to my knees and vomited, and then dry heaved six or seven times. I washed my face and rinsed out my mouth, then went back to the living room. Faye was laying out pieces of plastic on the coffee table.
“Take down your pants, John.” A wave of heat flashed through my chest and face.
“What?” I clenched my fists until I thought my fingers would break. Faye’s cold stare cut my to the bone.
“Take down your pants, now!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the couch. I unbuckled my belt under her withering stare. I pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned my pants. “Drop them.” I exhaled and let my cotton slacks fall down to my ankles. She sat on the couch. “Over my knee.”
“Are you kidding me, Faye?” With my pants around my ankles, I couldn’t walk. I tried to sidestep and lost my balance. Faye caught me and pulled me over her knees. In an instant she jerked my shorts down and landed an open-palmed blow to my butt. SLAP. “Oww! Let me go!” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. “Stop it. Stop hitting me!” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. I tried to break loose. I reached back to block her blows, but she pinned my wrists with her forearm. I couldn’t believe she was that strong.
“You can’t discipline yourself,” Faye spit the words out through her clenched teethe. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. “So I’ll have to do it for you.” My bare butt stung from the blows. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
“Stop, Faye. Please stop. I’ll do whatever you say.” SLAP, SLAP. She slid me off her lap onto the floor. I bumped my head against the coffee table. I lay there for a moment gasping, trying to catch my breath. Faye stood over me and stared down. A stab of panic swept through me as my eyes refocused from her stony face to my erect penis.
“This is worse than I thought.”
“No, it isn’t like that, Faye.” She turned on her heel and walked down the hall. I got to my feet, pulled up my pants, and rubbed my stinging butt. She was back with a wet washcloth before I could get my belt buckled.
“Take them down again, if you don’t want a repeat performance.” I drew in a breath to steady myself. “Come over here.” She sat on the couch. I stepped in front of her and opened my pants. Faye pulled down my shorts. My half-flaccid penis jumped. She pressed the cold washcloth against my skin. I jumped. She dropped the washcloth and picked up a six-inch by half-inch piece of clear plastic. “Know what this is, John?”
“No.”
“It’s male chastity device. It locks around your penis. It’s called a Kali’s Teeth device.” She held it up and turned it over. “These rows of tiny spikes line the inside. If you get an erection they press into the skin as your penis swells.”
“Oh, no. You’re not putting that on me, Faye.”
“You’d rather I show Marsha the pictures of that thing you shoved in your anus? Did it feel good?” I felt the blood rush out of my head and thought I might faint as she wrapped the plastic around my penis, just tight enough that I couldn’t slip it off over the glans. She threaded a plastic wire tie though the ends and locked it, then trimmed the tie. She tugged to test it.
“Oww! That hurts!”
“Not as bad as it will get if you get an erection.”
“So what about that, I’m I forbidden from having sex with my wife?” A wave of indignation swept over me. I felt like I was defending Marsha. Faye stood suddenly and my courage went out the window.
“After Marsha hears about your addiction, I doubt she’ll want to have sex with you for a while.”
“You said you wouldn’t tell her.”
“I said no such thing. I told you I wouldn’t show her the photographs, emails, or chat-streams.” I felt a sudden flash of brilliance.
“I erased all of it Friday night. I bought a program that scrambles deleted data and images, to where they are useless. It meets Department of Defense standards. You can tell Marsha anything you want. I’ll deny everything. It’s your word against mine.” I gave her as evil a smile as I could muster. “I’ll invite her to take the computer to a technician, and have him search for what you’re accusing me of having. It’s not there.” I felt emboldened. “I’m going to get the scissors and cut this thing off.” Faye laughed out loud.
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with. I worked with patients and clients like you for over twenty years. Most of them were smarter than you are, John. They had enough sense to hedge their bets and not shoot their mouths off. Let me show you something.” I followed her to the den. She sat in the chair, opened the browser, and clicked on the open all tabs command. My six favorite pornographic sites opened immediately. I felt a stabbing pain in my chest.
“The special thumb drive I scanned your hard drive with, not only found the pornographic images and messages, it copied them.” She turned and gave me a wicked smile. “You can clean your hard drive all you want. I have the evidence.” I hung my head, trying to put together the words for Marsha. I felt like I might vomit again, but I knew there was nothing in my stomach to heave-up.
