Jerry Learns to Serve

I am sitting naked in the complete darkness of a cold room. I am uncomfortable on a cement bed with only a blanket and a thin pillow. There is a toilet in one corner and an open shower stall in the opposite corner. My balls ache, my arms and legs are sore, and my asshole still throbs from the vibrating prostate massages. I should be angry. I should feel rage. I don’t. What is happening psychologically to me? I was always the aggressor. I was always the one who did the abusing, the humiliating. Now I almost relish the freedom of not making any decisions. I have experienced sexual situations that I would have never attempted before. I have looked into my past and recognized that I liked being the naughty boy. I liked being told that I was bad and needed punishment. I liked being naked and feeling ashamed while being spanked. Is this what I have found? A new sense of freedom. Have I been so controlled by o...

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