I had dark sexual fantasies of bondage, submission and abuse which sometimes made me literally tremble with excitement. But since I was still a teenager, I hadn't really had a chance to explore them until I met my aunt's new boyfriend - at their wedding. Once he and I locked eyes, I knew he was as perverted as I was, and I knew that I had found someone dangerous enough to explore my dark side. But Uncle Stephen was into dominance in a big way. He treated me like his bitch, like his animal, and even though I knew he was doing it deliberately, the cruel words and orders shamed me -- and set my body aflame. The rough sex, the rough discipline and humiliating orders made it clear he was trying to turn me into his sexual animal. And slowly, I came to understand it wasn't a game to him, that he was really trying to twist and condition my mind into total obedience. But wile the idea was scary, it was also intensely arousing, thinking of myself as his chained bondage slave, being used by him, given to his friends, made into a possession! Denying him wasn't going to be easy. I would have to fight him, and also my own dark desires. But did I want to?