“I consider everyone who works for me to be a member of my family.” I was interviewing for a job in this woman’s business. We sat across the desk from each other and she asked me a few perfunctory questions. I started to answer and before I could get out more than a few words, she hurled this statement at me. I responded from the heart.

“I’d like nothing better than to be a member of your family.” My hart began to beat faster. She was a handsome black woman with an imposing name; Mrs. Waverly Smolders. Tall, stately, well spoken, she looked to be in her late fifties or early sixties; I liked it that she wore no makeup.

“Thank you.” Ever so slightly I could feel myself blushing. I melted into the seat. I’d gladly give her anything she asked for or demanded.

“You use drugs, honey” For her, honey was not a term of endearment. Startled, not by the question but her ability to change tone and demeanor on a dime; I would not want to be the employee to cross her.

“No” I blurted out but without any force behind it. She continued staring at me. I regrouped.

“I mean, I did years ago.” I had a brief but intense involvement with drugs years ago and always regretted it. It was a relief to admit it now.

I lowered my chin but continued looking her in the eye. She took the pad she had been writing on and turned it around so that it faced me.

“Now Steven, you will write down for me all the drugs you use. She continued using the present tense and I knew it was no use to protest that all of my involvement with drugs had been in the past. Besides, I wanted to get it off my chest.

As best as I could remember, I wrote out a list of all the drugs I had used and their dates of consumption. I handed her back the pad of paper. She looked down at the list and I could see her face pucker up into the tartest of expressions.

“Someone uses a lot of drugs.” She repeated several times before looking up at me with an eat shit grin on her face. A grin which suggested I would now belong to her. This I did not mind as I had come in a short span of time to like her very much and would not have minded too much if she chose to humiliate me.

Mrs. Smolders picked up the phone and asked someone to come in. A minute later a white woman entered the office. From what I could see as I waited to be interviewed, every employee, about fifty in all, was female. Most were Afro-American but I did see an occasional white or Hispanic woman. I wondered if I was wasting my time and though of just getting up and leaving when Mrs. Smolders strode up to me all smiles, shaking my hand warmly, and welcoming me into her office.

Now this white woman was standing at the side of the desk. From what I had seen of all the office workers, she did not look like she belonged here. A coarse face with large features, a big muscular body without any proportion or grace, she wore polyester pants which displayed her large but firm ass. Mrs. Smolders handed her the pad on which we had both written.

This white woman, whose name I later learned was Chalmers, never looked at me. She repeated what Mrs. Smolders had said.

“Do you want me to strip search him? I looked ahead stiffly knowing if push came to shove, she could do it. As a result of an abusive and dysfunctional childhood, I had many masochistic fantasies. But I found this person too coarse for my tastes. Smiling, Mrs. Smolders looked at me but spoke to Chalmers.

Smolders picked up the phone again and asked someone named Dolly to come into the office. This time she was black and big but unlike the previous white woman she was soft. Smolders handed her the pad.

“It was a long time ago.” As soon as I said it I knew this was the wrong answer. She stared at me, her big brown eyes exuding hardness but also a certain maternal caring.

“If I had been your momma when you used drugs, I would have given you a…” here she paused and without thinking I finished her sentence.

Smolders not only intended me to pay for my drug use, something I would gladly do as it would relieve my guilt and satisfy my desires, but also intended to make my humiliation as public as possible.

I played along with her. “I wish you had been my momma when I used drugs.”

Dolly tried very hard not to smile but I could see the corners of her mouth turn upwards.

Then this big soft black woman to whom I felt myself strangely attracted, looked down again at the pad and continued.

“Red.” Each time she paused I finished her sentences. After several minutes of hectoring, she once again looked at me.

“How many times were you arrested and how much time did you spend in jail?”

“I was never arrested or spent any time in jail!” I was quite proud of always having enough sense to avoid the authorities.

Smolders leaned forward and in a very conspiratorial tone as if Dolly was no longer in the room whispered “I’m going to put you in jail.”

I puckered my face at this thought and sat frozen in anticipation of what was to come. And once again, out of the corner my eye, I could see Dolly smiling.

Smolders turned to Dolly and said thank you. I watched as Dolly turned and idled out of the office, proud of her ample proportions and well aware I was watching that big ass of hers waddle out the door. Ordinarily I was not attracted to women who were that big and soft but something about the way she carried herself turned me on. Then again, the entire interview process had seesawed between seduction and strictness resulting in a tension I found extremely erotic.

Smolders watched me watching Dolly. When I turned my attention back to her she stood up and motioned me over to the couch. We sat next to each other and she spoke very slowly and deliberately, all the time looking straight ahead.

“I don’t use drugs.” Again I felt the need to protest my innocence at the same time as I wanted to be punished for my sins. She ignored me and continued to speak very slowly and deliberately.

“I had a son, Robert, a very bright and sensitive boy. Robert got involved with drugs.” Smolders paused and I knew I was now in her power.

“Robert died of a drug overdose and I vowed to myself I would do everything in my power to make sure no member of my family ever used drugs again.”

I was hooked. I swallowed hard, looked straight ahead to hide my embarrassment at my weakness in the face of this strong willed woman.

Again out of the corner of my eye I could see her smiling. She stroked the top of my hand with hers. The electricity of her touch ran through my body and never before had I experienced such a feeling of completeness. Smolders stood up and returned to her desk. Without any apparent signal, a woman entered the office and asked me to come with her. Without looking at Smolders, I followed this woman out. At the front desk I was given an envelope and told it contained a set of instructions as to what I would do next.

I stripped off my clothing immediately upon returning to my apartment and lubricated my sex. I thought of a time when I was about six and I was at the pool with my bitch of a mother. I had finished swimming and my mother did not want me to stay in my wet bathing suit. She had me put my white robe on and then, in front of all the other people at the pool, she slid her hand under my robe and pulled down the bathing suite until I was naked under that robe. At the age of six, this embarrassed me terribly but knew it was no use to protest as I would only be humiliated by my mother and father if I did not do as they said.

I took my lubricated half erect sex and put it between my legs. Then I lay down on the bed on my stomach and rubbed my legs together until the come spurted out of me all the while thinking of Smolders and the others and what they intended to do to me. I thought of them with that mixture of dread and anticipation which always turned me on.

Afterwards, I cleaned myself up and opened the envelop. The single piece of paper said only that I was to return on the day stipulated, that I would spend an indeterminate number of days in their office, and that I need not bring anything with me, as all would be provided.

I awoke on the appointed day once again full of the anticipation and dread which to me was strangely erotic and which I loved so much. It was also the only eroticism I had ever known. I dressed as sparsely as possible in a blue tee shirt, white boxer briefs, granite colored rock climbing pants cinched at the ankle, and black slides without socks.

I arrived at the appointed hour and, while waiting, had more time to observe the staff. About fifty people in all, and they were all women. The receptionist was a thin young thing, no taller than me at about 5 feet 8 inches, and, like most of the rest of the staff, Afro-American. She also had quite beautiful features. So far I had met only one other white person and I did not like her. I did however, see several Hispanic women.

Mrs. Smolders greeted me once again and ushered me into her office. And again we sat across the desk from each other. She leaned forward.

“They don’t believe I’m going to do it to you.” After all the humiliation and hectoring in front of her employees, they still did not believe.

“Mmmm.” She nodded her head. She observed me closely for a few minutes trying to figure out how receptive I was to what she was going to do. As I was conflicted by competing feelings of desire and dread, I chose to give her no clues. She would have to prove she wanted me and she would have to do all the work on her own for me to truly respect her.

Smolders picked up the phone. “Mrs. Chalmers, can you come in here? Not that coarse sweaty polyester wearing bitch again. Smolders knew I did not like her and would resent her intrusion on our privacy. As she held the phone to her ear, Smolders leaned forward and spoke to me.

“We can do it the easy way.” I spoke softly but I knew Chalmers could hear me. And I could imagine her reveling in my predicament. Oh, how she wanted to watch me assume the position of passively accepting my ignominy.

Smolders spoke into the phone. “We won’t be needing you.” And the relief flooded my body as she hung up the phone.

I did not mind her tone as I liked her and would do anything for her. I only wanted this to be between us.

“Now I need you to put all your clothing on the desk.” She spoke as if this was the most natural request in the world. As if putting all my clothes on the desk would not also require me to be fully naked in front of her. As if not complying with her request would be a sin against all that was good and noble in the human race.

I peeled off my tee shirt, slid out of the slides, dropped my pants, and rolled down the boxer shorts and put everything neatly on the table. Did she watch me as I undressed?

Smolders continued writing, ignoring me as I stood in front of her desk buck naked. Finally, and without looking up she asked.

“Have you put all your clothing on the table?” She spoke tartly making sure I understood the path of least resistance would be compliance.

“Yes, Mrs. Smolders, I have put all my clothing on the table.” I emphasized the all to make sure she understood I was completely naked.

“Should I be?” I liked being naked in front of her and I thought she knew this.

Smolders looked at me closely and realized while she had thought she was seducing me against my will, she was in fact doing nothing more than what I had wanted her to do all along. I could see this bothered her as her goal had been not to determine whether or not I was a drug user; she already knew I was not a drug user, but to humiliate me as a warning to all of her Afro-American employees, particularly the young ones, that if she could do it to a white boy, she could certainly do it to them.

“How was the weather this morning?” Once again Smolders talked to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world that a prospective employee would be standing in front of her naked.

“Extremely pleasant.” It had started as a beautiful early autumn day, warm but not too hot.

“Please face me.” She knew and I knew what she was about to do would be a humiliation I would have to live with as long as I worked for her but that she had no other choice if she was to maintain control over her other employees.

She took my right arm, bent it at the elbow, and laid it across my stomach just above my sex. Then she took my tee shirt, boxer shorts, and pants and put it in the crook of my right arm, moving the arm down so that my genitals would now be covered by my clothing. Lastly, she put my slides in my left hand which hung at my side.

She opened the door to her office and I followed her out in all my nakedness.

Smolders walked through the office with me behind her. Behind me, of course, was nothing but my behind.

“Nice ass! Let’s see the rest of it.” They hectored me up and down the aisles as we walked. I did my best to ignore what was happening to me as I looked straight ahead. On several occasions Smolders stopped to talk to someone and I was left to stand continuing to look straight ahead but out of the corner of my eyes I could see some of what was going on around me. Some ignored me and continued their work. Others looked at me in glee at my abject humiliation. And still others looked at me in sympathy or attraction. I suspected, as I stood there, I was not the first person to be subjected to this ignominy.

Finally we arrived at a fire door. Smolders went through first holding the door with her arm extended behind her so that she would not have to turn towards me. My hands otherwise occupied, I squeezed in close to her so she could let the door close without it hitting me. Her perfume smelled of gardenias.

Then we proceeded up one flight of stairs and through another door which led directly onto the roof. Did Smolders intend to humiliate me with people watching from the others buildings?

Smolders proceeded to a wooden shed whose open doors revealed it had no roof. After stepping inside, she closed the doors and motioned to a bench in the corner.

“You can put your things on the bench.” After what had just happened I felt the need to say something, even if it was obvious.

“Now everybody knows a white boy will take orders from a black woman.” Smolders smiled upon hearing this and proceeded to put on surgical gloves.

“Come here sugar.” Smolders spoke softly again. “Open wide and stick out your tongue”

The sun felt strong upon my naked body as I complied with her order. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a camera on the wall of the shed which was pointed directly towards us.

“Stick it out as far as it will go.” She looked in my mouth and under my tongue.

“Give me your back.” Smolders continued to speak softly as if she was finally satisfied I had been or was about to be completely humiliated.

“Bend over.” Now I could barely hear her. I brought my chest all the way down to my knees.

“Spread yourself.” I wasn’t even sure she spoke but I brought my hands behind me and spread my buttocks as far as they would go. Then I felt the lubrication of her gloved finger enter my anus all the way up to her knuckles. She left it there.

“Oh, I see now.” Smolders spoke as if all had now been revealed. As if she could now begin to understand me when I didn’t or couldn’t even understand myself.

“And how were you molested by your mother.” I did not answer her, not because I did not wish to tell her, but because I did not know how to begin to tell her what had gone on between me and my parents.

“I see you don’t want to tell me. I will get it out of you eventually.” She said this with an air of inevitability as she removed her finger from my anus. I let go of my buttocks and, as soon as I did so she gave me a spank on my cheek with her other hand. I took this to be a signal to stand up. Without looking at me, Smolders handed me a tissue. I put my hand between my legs and wiped myself. Then I put the tissue into a plastic bag Smolders was holding. I could see her smiling as she looked straight ahead.

“Put this on.” Smolders handed me an orange tee shirt, sweet shorts, and flip flops, all of which I put on in the order she gave them to me.

Smolders walked over to the camera and pulled out a tape. “I will keep this tape for my pleasure only.”

Smolders put the tape into her pocket and proceeded out the door of the roofless shed. I followed her down the stairs and back to the office where she led me into yet another room. This one contained a cage roughly nine feet by five feet. Smolders unlocked the door and motioned me to enter. She spoke after she locked me in.

Smolders returned in a few minutes with yet another employee. This one was a young Hispanic girl with nice features and a shapely rear end. She was also carrying a plastic five gallon bucket.

“Stand in the corner.” I did as I was told. Smolders unlocked the door and, without entering the cage, the Hispanic girl leaned over and put the bucket inside.

“Try and get some rest.” The bucket and her comment was her way of telling me my ordeal was not over and I would be here for some time.

The Hispanic girl and I looked at each other. Was she afraid of me or did she just feel sorry. Then the two of them left the room. More bored than tired, I lay down and fell asleep.

10 Ways To Rekindle The Magic In Your Relationship

Are you frustrated that your relationship doesn’t have the magic and romance that it once had?

You’re not alone. Living with the same partner for a long time can become stable and comfortable, and, as a result, can also cause the loss of the spark that made your relationship so special in the first place. Here are some simple, fun and creative ideas to reignite that magic:

1. Send them a unique gift at work - Get a piece of paper and some crayons. Draw a bright childlike picture with a smiley sun and two stick figures holding hands. Add labels with your two names pointing to the stick figures. Write ‘I Love You’ inside a heart. Next get a large formal envelope. Place your drawing inside and type up a formal address label of your partner's workplace, such as: “For the immediate and urgent attention of: Rebecca Jones, Level 20, Collins & Smith Solicitors, New York.” Mail it to your partner so they receive it in the middle of a busy day.

2. Become kids again - If you are walking by a park, visit the swings and give your partner a ride. This will often bring back happy memories from their childhood.

3. Fun with water - On a hot summer’s day, buy two large water pistols and take them to the beach with you. Pull them out and throw one to your partner and then have a huge water fight.

4. A massage with a twist - Buy a small, decorated cardboard box, a sheet of colored tissue paper, some massage oil and a blank card. Line the box with the tissue paper. Place the massage oil in the box and write the following message on the card: I know a great masseur. For an appointment call: (Your Phone Number)

5. Bring back childhood memories - Contact your partner's family and ask if there was anything she always wanted when she was a little girl. For example if she always wanted a porcelain doll, buy one for her birthday. She will not only appreciate the gift, but also the fact that you were thoughtful enough to find out what she always wanted. You can do this for your man too.

6. Stare at the clouds - Drive into the country, find a grassy hill, and lie with your partner and look up at the clouds.

7. Go for a walk on the beach - Trace out the shape of a large love heart in the sand. Sit inside the heart and cuddle your partner as you watch the sun go down.

8. Organize a backyard picnic on a warm summer’s night - Spread a picnic blanket on the ground and get together some snacks, chocolates and champagne. Lie down on the blanket with your partner and gaze up at the stars together.

9. Show you’re grateful for your partner - Leave a long-stem rose where your partner will find it, with a note on it saying: "Thank you for coming into my life."

10. Spice up your lovemaking - Probably the most profound way to rekindle the romance in your relationship is to spice up your lovemaking. Surprise your partner with a little gift after you make love, try a new position, learn to give your partner a sensual massage before or after, or just spend some time staring into each other’s eyes and caressing their bare skin before making love.

Many people underestimate the affect passionate and intimate lovemaking has on a relationship. If you spice it up, chances are you and your partner will naturally do romantic things for each other. Why? Because passionate lovemaking connects two people in a meaningful and unexplainable way that nothing else can.

About the Author:

Oprah Love Expert Michael Webb is the author of 500 Lovemaking Tips, a book full of ways to spice up your lovemaking, adding more passion, pleasure and intimacy to your experience. To read more, visit: 500 Lovemaking Tips and Secrets

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