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by the pond.”
    “The pond is safe to swim in, by the way. We keep it clean
so our volunteers can incorporate it into the fantasy if they wish.”
    “Good to know.” He paced in a small circle, the reddish
earth beneath his boots throwing up small puffs of dust. “How long do we have?”
    “As long as you need. While we ask you not to treat this as
a bed-and-breakfast, there is enough food inside the cabin for a few meals, and
if you want to spend the night, you’re more than welcome. Whenever you’re done,
call us, and we’ll send out a cart to pick you up.”
    The pacing wasn’t helping his tension at all, and he
wondered what Dr. Andrews would think if he started doing jumping jacks to work
off the nervous energy. “So, uh, you guys use this cabin a lot?”
    Dr. Andrews didn’t look up from his screen as he responded.
“Oh yeah. It comes in handy for a variety of situations. Last week we used it
for a couple who wanted to pretend to be Bigfoot…or would that be Bigfeet in
the plural?” He glanced up at Sean and smiled. “Everything you requested is
inside the cabin. Your wife should be here soon, so I’m going to take off. Any
last-minute questions?”
    About a thousand different things rolled through Sean’s mind
at the speed of light, but he settled for the one that bugged him the most. “My
wife said this capture fantasy thing is pretty common with women, is that true?
I mean, I found a bunch of stuff on the internet about it, but I don’t know
what to believe. Shit, anyone can put up a website so I’m not sure if I trust
Madam Xtacy’s take on the subject when she could very well be a fifty-year-old
virgin named Earl who lives in his grandma’s basement and smells like Doritos
and desperation.”
    “Well, having studied human sexuality for over twenty-five
years I think I can speak from an informed place on the subject. And I hope I
don’t smell like Doritos and desperation.” He smiled and closed his laptop and
focused fully on Sean for the first time since they’d arrived at the staging
area for the fantasy. “For some women, the thought of being forced to do things
allows them to relax and attain new levels of arousal they haven’t previously
experienced. Many of them become multi-orgasmic for the first time in their
lives.”
    “But why? I mean, if someone was forcing me to do something,
I wouldn’t be turned-on, I would hate it.”
    “That’s where the fantasy comes into play. You aren’t really
forcing her, but you are allowing her to react in a very primitive, honest way.
If you are in control of the situation and telling her what to do, she doesn’t
have to feel guilty for enjoying some of the more…inventive sexual activities
that society has told her good girls don’t like. You tell her that you are
going to treat her like a harlot and if she responds like one, well that’s not
really her fault, is it? Your strength and will dominate her. From this point
on everything she does is justified because she’s being forced.”
    Sean had to fight a grin at the scientist’s use of the word
harlot. He hadn’t heard anyone use that word since his Great-Grandma Penny
accused her next door neighbor of being one for wearing a miniskirt back in the
eighties. “So let me get this right, if I call her a slut I’m not degrading
her, I’m freeing her? No offense, Doc, but if I call my wife that I’ll get
kicked between the legs and that isn’t going to work out too well for your
research.”
    “I’m not talking about walking up to her and calling her an
insulting name. You have to work it into your character, say it at the right
time and in the right way.”
    “How will I know when that is?”
    Dr. Andrews rolled his eyes. “You’re overthinking this.
Look, go with the flow. Don’t call your wife any words she hates.” He flushed
and rubbed his cheek with an absent look. “I can tell you from my experiences
with my own wife that she hates the word cunt, no matter when I say