Mind bondage-3

Warmth enveloped my body and I drifted.

“All women are inherently sluts, Adele. You are no different from the others in that respect.”

At those words I jerked. I realized that I was tied down. I couldn’t move. How had that happened?

“The difference comes about in that your mind rejects your nature,” Hector continued, seemingly oblivious to my sudden struggles. “Your mind tries to tell your body that it is not a slut. Your mind is fighting your body, fighting its own inclinations. That is the root cause of your insomnia Adele. You are a slut, and you deny yourself.”

“I am not a slut,” I mumbled.

He caressed my face and I looked up into his eyes. They were filled with pity.

“Oh, Adele, yes you are. You, like all women, are ruled by this,” he placed his warm hand on my crotch. “More than any man, you are ruled by lust.”

I wanted to protest again, but at his touch I felt a flash of heat between my legs. I couldn’t talk; I couldn’t focus. My being was centered on the warmth of his hand.

“I am going to let you think on this, Adele,” Hector told me. “I have other things to attend to at the moment.”