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I got sniffed out by soap OAT's. OAT's Of all things. Time went by and Anika soon picked up all the skills she needed, we'd got her all sorted out and I'd even taught her how to drive my car. She'd taken to domestic life and I'd even got her past my sisters inquisitive ways. I told my sister that Anika had been through a troubled relationship and had lost her ability and will to speak other than the odd word. My sister accepted this and since Anika had no clear connection apart from me just being charitable Anika just slipped by her interest. I thought it would be interesting to get Anika analysed by a psychic medium that I'd had previous experience with just to see what she'd find, so one morning whilst on some errands I suggested to her to have a chat with the psychic. She didn't know anything about psychics but on my insistence thought it would be okay. The psychic had other professional interests as well and had developed her own remedial methods. One such I had even tried myself and we developed a patient doctor relationship that proved to be beneficial to me. I had many dark and disturbing things locked away in my subconscious that all seemed connected to arriving at a catatonic state. Being catatonic proved to have its ups and downs and I did benefit from it by putting that high energy state to work and I'd clean the whole house, chop fire wood and worked at cleaning the rust off the classic car I was restoring all while spitting blood curdling vileness. We'd ascertained that one of the earliest contributors happened long ago in school. We were subject to a wicked<b> teachers </font></b>whims and this teacher had come up with a profusion of different ways to get at the males of her classes. Even today I'd run into fellow students who were there who'd deliciously recount of their abuse from her. Her time there was very short though as her students parents sought the source of their off springs damaged mental states. I did like to feed off the other once students stories and felt compelled to relive my own. I always wondered how this teacher got bruised to act this way and I've no doubt that she would have become completely psychotic. Maybe I even suffered by her hand that time I'd taken a friends place at being a whipp!ng b#y I still had those tapes of that experience and thought when the time was right I'd watch them to see the look on those fems faces as they beat me. I knew they shared some fun with each other as I still had the recollection of their voices in my head. I suppose you want to know what that teacher did to me. Well one day she presented us with what she described was an artistic challenge and b3ys and g!rls given different ones. The girls were given the easy way out and the boys were each given a piece of talc rock to carve into whatever took their fancy. In hindsight this would have been better if we'd added some poetry with it to expand what our carvings were on about. When the time came for us to show her our work for her apparent approval we got the shock of our lives when she'd ask the b#ys to approach her with their work one at a time. We soon saw how it was going to go as with each piece of 'art' presented she'd study it by turning it around and using the way light struck it to announce the illintent of the carver as one of a pervert and other rogish unpleasant insults that bared the carvers purpose to the whole class. Then the one's left to show their work became nervous and apprehensive about how their work would be taken. Not only that but she advised the stud#nts to present their maligned and misguided work to their parents. OMG , it was like she'd stuck a catatonic seed up my asshole and watered it with her demeaning insulting comments. All this the psychic pointed to,to suggest different things I could try to rectify my urges. One was to engage in transformational hobbies that required diligence and controlled thought. I tried many and soon adopted watch repairing and generally it was okay but sometimes just moving the smallest piece was like moving a mountain as a rage inside me sought to sabotage my efforts. But I got through it eventually and became the well meaning individual I am today. Anika became fascinated with those tiny watch mechanisms and thrilled herself to see one she'd put together actually work. Soon I imagined she'd be able to be set on her way as I viewed her much like resettling a healed animal into the wild. It was once when I was cleaning around that I discovered that the hiding place for my tapes of being a wh!pping boy had been discovered and been watched and not rewound back to the start. I'd never even watched them myself and now someone else had. My thoughts immediately jumped to Anika but then when I'd calmed down a bit knew my sister knew where the spare key was hidden and could have come in anytime. This was more narcissist behavior from her. I remembered that look in her eyes when she had me down and under her control. She needed to be taught a lesson !     |
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7/27/2022 6:19 pm |
Somewhere beyond those dark shaded eyes was ...................
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