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Author's note: Like the earlier chapter, this thread was largely written by porneia. The changes I made were mostly to clean up some of the grammar and for the sake of continuity.

“I won't lie, I am a bit surprised by this.” You decide to risk pushing the envelope a bit while keeping the tone friendly. “I would expect this from Brian, Saul and certainly David, but not you.” You smile and then joke, “What would your militant feminist roommate think?”

Sandra doesn't take to the joke but instead nervously holds her wrist for a second, while you let the silence go on.

“I guess, I should tell you everything.” Her voice trembles with the first syllables when she finally speaks. “I knew someday someone would catch me. I guess I should be thankful it is you. You seem like a really decent guy, and it would be nice to finally let someone know about my dirty little secret and get everything off my chest.”

“Yes.” You nod, more out of juvenile excitement hearing the buxom brunette say 'get everything off my chest', but you quickly recover. “We are friends. If you want to talk, I'm here to listen. But if you don't want too, that is fine too.”

Sandra nervously covers her torso with her arms as if she is standing naked in public and then slowly drops to her side. Though greatly enjoying the slight gyrations of that most tempting buxom body you are beginning to think Sandra is being honest and that you have hit upon something deep in her psyche.

“A couple years after that experience in Hebrew school, when I was still a teenager,” the Library Science major continues her confession with her head hung low. “I watched a movie called “Barbarian Queen. In the film there is segment where the beautiful queen is captured, stripped naked and tied to a rack to be tortured. It was the first time I had ever watched a pornographic movie. For some reason, that scene just captivated me. I watched it over and over again, until my mother caught me.” It is a tribute to how innocent this young woman's upbringing had been that she described an R-Rated movies from the 1980's as "pornographic."

“I never saw my mom so angry. She told me that a woman has no greater gift than her purity and she ordered me to stand in a corner until my father got home, when I would get 'the tanning of my life.' I stood for over an hour, dreading each minute. When my father came home, he got into a big argument with my mother, he refused to spank me and instead sent me to my room. There . . . there . . .” Sandra hesitates to continue.

“Go on.” You try to hide the fascination and arousal in your voice.

“I masturbated for real for the first time. I had my first orgasm imagining that I was being violated on a dungeon rack.” Sandra nearly whispers, humiliated to say those words out loud. “I don't know why I found that movie, or the excited terror of a spanking, so stimulating, but ever since that day I constantly wrestle with not indulging in my perversions. Even the works of Tolkien, or C.S. Lewis, I have twisted in my mind, imaging what would happen if Arwen was chased down by orcs, or if the White Witch had captured Susan instead of Edward, stripped away her dress and chained her naked in the freezing cold. More than once, Stephen, I lay in bed and imagined all the horrible things that evil queen could do to Susan's firm teenaged breasts or the soft flesh of her inner thighs with her ice wand. Sandra's body shudders and I wonder if that is her responding to the imagined feeling of the icy touch on her nipples or the intense emotion of this intimate confession. Sandra takes a deep breath before she finishes in a breathy rush.

“When I heard Vivian and Brian talk about your game it sounded so fascinating. And once I started to role play my character, I have found it so . . . so . . . stimulating. I know I acted badly, I'm so sorry. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself.”

Sandra then looks directly at you with those gorgeous big brown eyes. “Do you think I'm a bad person?”