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Stop smoking with the family part2

mkmike on Mind Control Stories

The next morning we got up and had breakfast like nothing happened.barb was alittle extra nice to me and Andy probably out of guilt but Andy was his usual self and left  for the day to play with some friends down the street.

i was just going to put Barb under so she could molest me today when her parents pulled into the drive. it would have to wait.we had coffee and me and lonnie my father inlaw went out on the porch.Barb and her mom we call her by her middle name ann sat in the kitchen.we sat and talked and then it dawned on me the were hypnotised too. i said smoke smoke smoke. lonnie stared straight ahead. i said you are tired when i snap my fingures you will fall asleep  and not wake up till i wake you. i snaped my fingures and he laye

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d back in his chair and drifted off to sleep.

 i go back into the kitchen and say smoke smoke smoke. barb and Ann  stare straight ahead. ann was looking good today kinda cute for almost 50  she wore a white shirt with blue  jeans  i tell barb to go take a long bubble bath while me and her mom talk and she got up and went to the bathroom.my heart was pounding would this work. i realy never thought of fucking Ann but the thought now got my heart pounding.Ann when i wake you you will look at me diferent than before you realize we are alone  for the next hour with barb in the tub and  lonnie sound asleep. the thought of that makes you horney and you can't control your sexual urges  and me and you  can't resist me. you know its wrong but wont say a word after this and when ever were alone from now on you will do what ever i want and not say a word so 1 2 3 wake up.Ann takes a sip of her coffee and ask me how i been. i say pretty good quiting smoking has been ok so far as i keep my mind off it.i get up and tell her to come to me and give me a hug she does so. i can feel her trimble when she hugs me and i know i have her.i tell her to follow me and we go to the bedroom. i kiss her on the lips and she pulls away breathing heavy.we can't do this your maried to my daughter. i wrap my arms around her and kiss her again. she tenses up then slowly relaxed and i lay her on the bed. i couldn't wait.i pull her pants off and underwear her shirt and bra came off in seconds and i was on top of her. she wraped her legs around me and met each one of my thrust with hers and we came together.like many lovers firt time nether one of us last very long. she was nevous cause barb was in the next room taking a bath so we got dressed and left the bedroom. i put Ann back under and have her go take a nap on the living room couch.

  i go to Barb and put her back under.i tell her im leaving and wont be back fo an hour and that her moms asleep on the couch. and that she was her daddys little girl and do what ever he wants. just put on your white panties and tee shirt  when i  shut the bathroom door you will wake up.

  i shut the door and go wake up  lonie and put him back under your back hurting from sleeping in this chair have barb take you to are room and rub your back. you are very horney and can't control your urges and you think your little girl is very sexy.ind so you molest her. 123 wake up. i leave and let what happens happen.lonnie gets up and goes in the house just as barb comes out of the bathroom he wispers so his wife can't hear. barbie can you rub my back it hurts from sleeping  on that chair. sure Daddy go lie on me bed.lonnie goes to her bed and takes off his shirt and lies on his stomach.i sneak around and peak through the window. barb gets on top and starts rubing his back.after about 5 min he rolls over  and says its my turn and rubs her back as she lies on her stomach. he pulls her shirt up over her head and exposes her back to him.her white panties were tight around her little butt and he begain to rub it. daddy stop it rub my back she said.he slid her panties down and off her feet and she just giggled. mom might come in don't. she asleep now be quite.he rubed her butt some mor then layed on his back with his big belly sticking in the air.he un did his pants and told Barb to pull them off. she did so taking his underwear with them.his pecker was fat but only about 4 " long. his belly stuck up alot higher then that.he grabed her arm and pulled her on top of him kissing her on the lips.he pulled her up till her pussy was sitting on his mouth and barb out of no where started cummimg.this was making her horney i did not tell her to get horney she got off with her dad on her own.She came down off her orgasium and said daddy you havnt done that for a long time that felt good.its been 21 years barbie you were 13 the last time. she slide down and let his little fat pecker slide into her. alomost imediatly she started comming again. it lasted forever she leaned over her dads big belly and bit his tit to keep from yelling out it was so intence.his dick came ou just as he came and shot it all over her butt.Mike will be home soon we better get dressed.

  I come in like i just got home somtime latter and they were all in the kitchen talking like nothing happened. soon after they left and me and barb was alone. smoke smoke smoke a said. barb staried straight ahead. barb did your dad molest you when you were little.yess.how old were you? he did it as long as i can remember till i was 13.how about Gina and mindy.yess.them too.he would come chose one of us each night.while mom was asleep.they were younger so he did them after i was older.i saw him  and gina alot at night across the room.ok barb you wont remember telling me this wake up.

powers 1&2

hornylittlegirl03 on Mind Control Stories

a teenager gets superpowers. you can guess what he does with them.

i am a girl but i wanted to try a first person male perspective.

this is mostly coming from my erotic fantasies so it will get kinda weird in the coming chapters.

my first shot at erotic fiction. enjoy


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In 1975 ww3 started. The whole world got a good dose of radiation poisoning. As it happened that didn’t really turn out to be such a bad thing but that sorta’ depends on who you ask. Since about 1/1000th of the people born since 1980 has had super powers I, the twenty year old in 2015, think it’s pretty cool, but y’know if ya ask someone born in the sixties, with no hair and boils all over their face I doubt they think it’s so cool, but hey, fuck’um. Not my problem.

Anyway back to the powers. The scien

Hermione and the Golem Part I

The Marquis on Mind Control Stories

"Ooo, my precious," murmured the slime-encrusted Golem as it straddled youthful, pink Hermione, whom it had bewitched, undressed, and laid face-down on the tiny cot of her dormitory room. The Golem sat with its haunches atop the high part of Hermione's thighs, so that her trim bottom was presented to the Golem's fetid loins, the globes of her buttocks pliant under the Golem's cold fingers. Her spine arched prettily from the crest of her soft bottom, accenting the curve of her trim waist and narrow shoulders. Her arms flopped limp and useless at her sides; she was helpless to cast away the Golem's molestations.
 
She had a mole on her right bottomcheek, near where her assflesh met the small of her back. He
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r ass was smooth as well-whipped cream. The Golem squeezed and pinched her.

"Precious must clean."

The Golem lifted its haunches so that its hardened, knobby limb hovered over the fold of Hermione's backside. It bobbed in the air, a telescoped antenna of flesh tuned to the pleasure being broadcast from Hermione's electric body. The Golem gripped its small cock amidlengths and pointed it at her vulnerable flesh, as if for emphasis, to underscore her underside.

"Now we will find out," the Golem simpered, pressing at her left bottomcheek to expose the tiny star of her virginal buttonhole, "if you clean when you go Number Two."

"Oh," Hermione cooed forlornly. "But how will you do that?" The answer presently became apparent, as the head of the Golem's twitching limb pressed up to her tight puckering starfish and the Golem slowly leaned into her, savoring the feel as it lowered its hips down to her, until her body gave way and opened, and the tip of the prick plied, just, into her gooey flesh. Just so.

"Are you clean, my precious?" leered the Golem.

"Please don't put that in me!" Hermione exclaimed, tears already welling in her innocent green eyes. "I promise! I promise I've been..."

Immune to her protests, the Golem sank its cock half into her.

"Ow!"

Already she had started to squirm as she entreated the Golem but now, as the hot flash of penetration rippled through her and her untrained muscles clinched hard, trying to drive the invading member from her, a twitch shot through her so pronounced Golem thought she might fall off her little cot. The spasm caused her buttocks to quiver in the Golem's grasping palms and her cramping anus to grip and wiggle the Golem's fuck-knob. A heavy pulse of blood surged into the Golem's prick and steeped there, and it hardened and grew in Hermione's tamed but unwilling foodhole.

The Golem gripped Hermione firmly at the waist with both hands. Her slim-hipped ass, just filling out with the onset of puberty, reassumed its natural, plump shape.

The Golem withdrew its prick until just the tip remained inside her anus, kissing the round pucker of her.

"Precious is clean," murmured the Golem. "Is Precious clean?"

"I'm clean," whimpered poor Hermione, fearing above all else that the Golem would sink further into the hole that she thought could never be entered, would plumb further the depths of her body where she thought no one could ever go.

"There's only one way to prove my Precious is clean," the Golem groaned, adrift in the hypnotic pleasure of penetrating this spellbound girl, squeezing it into poor Hermione.

"Oh, no," she squeaked again, having no recourse but to beg for mercy. "Oh... no!"

Hermione's squeak turned into a squeal as the Golem patiently contracted its pelvis and burrowed its root in Hermione's tiny, unplumbed ass to the hilt. The Golem's bristly pubis, hard as Brillo and flecked with crusts of filth, pressed the smooth pillows of Hermione's inside asscakes flat; they caressed the Golem's scaly lower belly.

She quivered. The Golem retained this aspect for a time, engaged in Hermione's bottomhole to the limit of its length. The Golem felt nothing but soft tender flesh against the scaly surface of the cock, membranous, more tissue than flesh in the delicate inside of young Hermione.

She wettened on Golem's cock, as though her sphincter were a sex canal, moistening at the Golem's penetration of her. But her pitiful mewling, the  pain of being sodomized seeping through even the spell of enchantment Golem had cast on her, and the writhing of her spine indicated to Golem that the slickening in the interior of her was the copper slickness of blood.

Golem leaned down and sniffed at her perfumed, flaxen hair. She turned her brow upward and curled her lip into a pout, letting a gasp that bordered on a sob. The Golem felt two contradictory impulses now: to pull out of her and study the hot red blood welling in her rectum and staining Golem's leathery-wrinkled, oozing member—and the other, to hammer mercilessly at the helpless girl's tender ass until it sank its load in her, even if the pain and humiliation caused her to faint dead away.

The Golem slid its hands back from Hermione's waist to her hips, holding her little ass steady as it ground its groin side to side against her. The Golem groaned with pleasure from the soft wet massage of her anus, the gripping friction of her snug, twitching sphincter. Golem relished the sight and feel of her pillowy rump, shifting this way and that under the Golem's gyrating crotch. The insertion smelled of sweat and perfume, mixed with the scent of young saltfilly girlflesh. There was another odor too, hard to place, but Golem was closer to its primitive mind than humans and placed it as the smell of her body's interior, sneaking past the lip of her dilated rump-rose. No odor of anal uncleanliness, though. She was clean through and through.

"Precious is clean," Golem murmured childishly. "Precious is clean inside and out.

"Precious... smells... clean..."

She let another gasp, fully a sob now. A tear welled up in her eye, and when she clenched her eyes shut it pooled on the inside bridge of her nose.

Golem could feel no uncleanliness in Hermione's callow, tight rump. Only, now, the hot, thin wetness of her blood, and the first dribblings of precome, oozing from the Golem's engorged loins.

"I'm clean!" Hermione groaned. "Please! It hurts!"

A string of thick, jaundice-colored drool dangled from the Golem's mouth and left a stringy splotch in Hermione's hair.

The Golem slid its left hand over her trembling buttock and grasped its cock at the base, slowly pulling out of her. She writhed, startled, when it exited her and her anus contracted tightly; it was ringed with rivulets of blood, like a scab.

"Precious is clean," the Golem conceded, stroking its aroused cock over the soft globes of Hermione's sore ass.

"Are you happy?" Hermione said, indignant and smarting in hot pain. "Will you leave me be? That hurt! Why can't I move? Why do I have to do what you say?"

The Golem pinched Hermione's rump and she twittered nervously. Pleasure rippled through the Golem's cock as it masturbated.

"No," the Golem said. "Now Precious must eat."

Golem stood, pressing its balled fist rudely on the small of Hermione's back, over the kidney, for purchase. The Golem walked around to the head of Hermione's cot, stroking its foul member all along. It clutched Hermione's curly red hair over her left ear and hoisted her head up, then left off its self-pleasure to grasp her hair over the other ear. The Golem held Hermione's head upright; her delicate childlike face was fixed before the Golem's moistening, putrid dugs.

"Precious must open and eat, taste her cleanness," said Golem, "open your mouth and eat," and when the wish was framed as an imperative Hermione reflexively complied—beholden to the spell cast over her to open her mouth limply, lips pouting out full and ripe and sweet, tongue laid loosely over her bottom front teeth.

The Golem's cock glided easily into Hermione's mouth and the Golem began working it back and forth gently inside her, sinking it only halfway in so that the poor, molested girl wouldn't gag.  Golem had punished her enough, and could easily come just by stroking the head of its pulsing meat on her slick, warm palette, her languidly undulating tongue and hot cheeks. What a load Golem had been storing up. Hermione wouldn't have to eat again for a week.

Her arms still lay limply at her sides. Her back was arched, and with her upturned neck she looked like a clubbed seal, a lured fish. She gazed pleadingly at Golem with big, soft eyes as squirts of fetid precome oozed into her mouth.

"Can Precious taste the blood?"

She nodded, obedient. Pulse, pulse, pulse, Golem pressed more quickly in and out of her. Her lips puckered and folded in. Puckered and folded in. Her tongue massaged Golem. She swallowed from time to time and slurping noises issued from her, the bubbling of saliva churning in her fucked mouth. Other than that she was silenced, brat no more, gazing mutely at Golem. Soon a great gout of sperm would squirt out of Golem and into the back of her throat, and Golem was going to make her swallow it. Golem did not know how long after this before it would want to use Hermione again. But after Golem came it would mean at least a brief respite from her ordeal for Hermione.

Hermione, though, did not know any of this. She didn't know how a penis worked, or what an orgasm was. As far as she knew, this foul violation of her might go on forever.

 

My Wife Barb 5

mkmike on Mind Control Stories

When mindy left i Huried through my computer stuff I had 3 more cameras.i put 1 in the Bathroom in the cealing vent where no one could see it. one in ben and andys room and the last one in the Kitchen.From my pc i could watch the whole house without any one knowing.

 In part 4 i hypnotised Barb and had her flirt with her son Ben.i told her never to go all the way with him but that back fired when ben forced himself on his mom who was helpless to stop him because i never told her she could. so ben raped his mom who just could flirt with him,even after

ben finished with her she flirted she didn't go all the way but ben could.

 Barb and the boys got Home and barb came up to are room to see me.Hey hon me and the boys got some new clothes and some groceries,what you

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been doing.Nothing, i just took a nap.(come in and sit)Barb stared straight ahead.Put on your Black bra and panties and this whit tee shirt.go back down staires and do your house chores.you can act sexy but don't do anything with anyone.stay wet and horney but if anyone tries anything you wont enjoy it just tell him no but don't stop him he is much stronger than you if he hols you you can't get away understand? yes. ok 1 2 3 wake up.Barb started changing. hey barb i'm going to work on my computer so i'll be in my room all night. ok mike im going to go do dishes.

 Barb walks out of the room she looked hot the white tee shirt just barly went below her butt and you could see her black underwear clearly through the shirt.i turn to the computer. the boys are in there room .Barb was in the kitchen doing dishes.after about 5 min ben goes to the Kitchen.Hi mom wheres dad? he is in his room for the night so we got the whole house to are selves she said in a flirty way.she contined to do dishes and ben comes up behind her and rubes her butt.barb pulls away don't ben your my son its wrong.ben wraps his arms around her and grabs her butt and pulls her to him.come on mom dad won't know he hasn't caught us yet.No ben i won't let go your dad could come down hear for something anyime.ben said lets go to my room he won't come in ther.no ben.at that ben takes her arm and pulls her along. she thinks he too strong so she just lets him lead her to his room.Andy is playing his x box game when they come in and don't pay any attension to them.Ben tells his mom to sit down on the bed. she does.ben walks in front of her and pulls his pants down.suck me mom. barb says no but ben puts his dick in her mouth and grabs the back of her head she starts sucking him slowly.Andylooks up what are you doing ben? mom is washing me your next he said with a grin.Ben pulls his rock hard dick out of his moms mouth and tells her to go over and suck Andy.She gets up and goes over to andy no use to refuse they are to strong for her to resist.andy looked a little scared as his mom pulled his jeans down and knelt down in front of him in his chair.his little dick wasn't a inch long with very little hair.she starts sucking on him. andy just stared at the top of his moms head.after a few min. Andy got hard and grew to about 4 inches .andy came in his moms mouth soon after.ben had her stop and pulled her shirt off and then removed her bra and panties.ben had her lay on the floor and slid betwwen her leg.no ben stop please we can't then he was in her andy was watching with interest now.Ben fucked his mom for about a hour cumming in her several times in alot of positions Barb just let him do what he wanted while andy watched the whole time.when ben was finally spent he looked at andy.Come hear Andy.mom get on your hands and knees.Se this little hole Andy nodded.stick your we we in it you will like it.ben left the room and Andy did he started fucking his moms butt.barb just held still for him and let him.after only 1 or 2 minutes andy came puled out and shot it on his mom back.can i go now boys its time for bed.sure mom thanks.Barb got dressed and went to take a shower. a little while later she came to bed.hi hon you get all your house chores done?yea most of them anyway.she looked at me with a guilty look that turns me on. she was partly embarressed partly ashamed and i could tell she was a little horney too.she got undressed for bed and i got undressed exposing the 7 inch hard on i had all night.we fucked like rabbits she came several times i was spent and she was still horney.i looked at the time it was only 9:30 pm i put barb under. call dave are next door neighbor tell him im out of town and you  have a water leak. 12 3 wake up.i roll over like i'm going to sleep and Barb gets up and leaves the room.(Dave is from part 3 the fat 55 year old bald neighbor i had barb seduce.

 i get on the pc sure enough Dave is walking in.Hi barb wheres the leak . i cant stay to long me and my wifewere getting ready for bed.the leaks between my legs and she droped her robe standing in front of him naked. she leads him to the couch and pulls down his sweats.barb well get caught .just then she takes him in her mouth sucking till hes hard and then climbs on him. barb starts humping him bucking up and down hard on him cumming time after time till he gets off and goes soft.dave get up and leaves with out a word. barb sits there for a minute and starts playing with her self.she out of control and i'm loving it.after she gets her self off a another time she gets up and goes up staires completly naked cum running down her legs.she walks in bens room her 5 foot tall 110 pound body full of lust. her little tits were rock hard her cute round butt quivered she asked ben to fuck her again. she climbed on him .after 3 or 4 orgasiums she slowed down.andy get on top of mommy. so with Ben undneath Barb in the middle Andy sticks his dick once again in his moms butt. this put her over the edge. she moaned and wiggled and came again and again till they all colapsed on the bed.the next morning i get up barb is not in my room.i get on the pc and barb was  in bed with the boys still naked sleeping sound.i go down the hall and knock on the door boys its time to get up and go back down the hall  barb and the boys are getting dressed quickly ben grabs his mom and they knock off a quicky .they both come quickly and barb opens the door and hurries to the bath room to take a shower.

Ive created a horney monster.this is probably the last of this series unless i get a request for more . enjoy.

My wife Barb

mkmike on Mind Control Stories

hi my name is Mike my wife is Barb.barb is 34 years old 5 foot tall 105 lbs long brown hair about 34 b cup tits a littleslim at the hips put a nice curve to her butt.we have 2 boys a 13 year old and 11 year old.both slim well built young men. it all started one day when my wife was trying to quite smoking.she was seeing a hypnosis shrink to try to quite and one day i went with her.i waited in the waiting room while she went back for her session. i went to the bathroom and heard someone talking. it was my wife the vent in the bathroom went right in her exam room.i climbed up on the tolet and listened in.the man was in the process of hypnotising her.after she was under he told her how much she hated cigerettes and so on.when i thought he was done he got her to go in a deeper trans.he t
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hen had her stand up and drop her pants.and turn around. i was in disbelife. she bent over the desk and he came up behind her and started fucking her. before i could do anything he got off shot his load on her ass andsat back at his desk while he had her pull up her pants.after she was back in her seat he told her when she awakes she would remember nothing that happened in the office and next visit when she hears the word come in and sit she would return to this state 123 wake up.Barb woke up thank him and left. i was still in the bathroom not sure what to do so when we left i never told her what a saw.When we got home she took a shower while i tried to figure out what to do.are sex life was not that great lately.you get bored after so many years and seeing my wife get banged made me kinda horney but i didnt want to do anything tonight after he had his way with her.but she prbably would not want to any way then the thought occured to me.wonder if i could hypnotise her.she came out of the shower and when she waked into the room in her robe i said come in and sit.she stoped and staired straight ahead.it worked i had to make sure. take your robe off ,she did,come here and give me a blow job. she walked over to me nelt down and took me in her mouth. this is the first time she ever give me a blow job and after a min. or two i blew my load down her throught. afterwards i told her to put her robe on .i instrucked her that tommorrow she would be horney all day think of sex and nothing else.i had to work all day and when her man gets home in the evening you will seduce pratically rape him to get what you want.all you will want is to rip his clothes off and fuck him all night.i woke her up she didnt know she was hypnotised are boys where staying with there friends so i was not woried about them being home.all day at work i couldn't wait to get home i was pulling on to are street right at dark when i saw someone walk in my house. i pulled to the curb wondering who it could be.i walked up to the window and see its are oldest son came home after all.then i relised me night with my wife was over.my wife walks into the room and is only wearing a tee shirt.shit i said her man comes home that could mean her sons too.she walks over to ben and kisses him on the lips. he dont know whats going on.she makes him stand still and pulls off his pants and underwear while i watch through the living room window.she sits him on the couch and sticks his little dick in her mouth and starts sucking.he gets hard and she climbs on him before he can do anything and starts humping up and down on him moaning and thrusting her self into him when she came he had this scared look on his face then she got up and led him back to the bedroom shit i said she would fuck her man all night. ( to be continued) hope you enjoyed

Call Me Cursed

joesephus on Mind Control Stories

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Prologue

Posted: August 15, 2005 - 12:05:57 am

 

Dr. Allison Dickson:

 

I'm a medical doctor, not a historian. In fact, I'm one of the best doctors in the world, although I'm not yet thirty. That's not an idle brag, my brother won the Nobel Prize in medicine when he was 32, barely a year before my father finally located and murdered him. Does that sound like a Shakespearian play? It's not, but then several of Shakespeare's best were based on the "great men of history."

 

Th

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e "Great Men of History" theory has lost popularity recently, but not in my extended family. You see many, perhaps most of the truly great men of history were probably my kin. That's because of the curse. If one of those "Great Men, or Great Women" were childless, or left a child that wasn't even a pale imitation of the great parent, the odds are very good that they were in my blood line. I know for a fact that Alexander the Great and George Washington are my kin. 'The Mule' in Asimov's great work The Foundation Trilogy has to be based on one of my siblings.

 

I've just begun to study the curse, but have verified a few facts. All children born of "THE CURSED ONE" will be born sterile. My brother won the prize for his work in testicular cancer. His study wasn't altruistic. He was born with "immature testes syndrome." What that means is that his physical development was normal, but he didn't produce sperm. The sperm generator just never got started, same thing for his vas ducts, they weren't there. The vas duct might have been fixed by surgery, vasectomies are reversed routinely these days, but it wouldn't have made a difference. Like all my half sisters, I've been born with immature ovaries. We all seem to have a great love of children, and... it's very painful.

 

The exception is the cursed one. My current theory is that some enzyme is released as a cursed one dies. Somehow, that enzyme is absorbed by the child who kills him, probably through the blood. That enzyme triggers the development of the testes, and voila, a new Cursed One is created. Does it sound strange that one mutation could be transmitted through so many generations? Well, think about it, every single ancestor of every single living human lived long enough to pass along his or her genes or... you get the point.

 

There's just so much I don't yet understand about the process. Why is The Cursed One driven to mate with so many different women? Why do the women he mates with begin to hate him almost as soon as they become pregnant? Why do all his male children go into a homicidal rages in his presence?

 

I sure it is biological, but I'm also positive that it's nothing like a pheromones or some sort of mind control. The Cursed One is THE Alpha Male and people react to that. If all my siblings are literally THE one in approximately one hundred twenty-seven million, the Cursed One is so far beyond us as to be literally incalculable.

 

I know how that sounds, but let me tell you about the current Cursed One. He's too modest to tout his own achievements, but let me list a few before he became The One. He was a world class athlete. He was offered multi-million dollar professional contracts in soccer, basketball and baseball as soon as he finished high school. He was considered the top college football recruit in the country. Each year there are only three or four high school seniors who score a perfect 1600 on the SAT college entrance exams, my brother was one of them, but he did it as a junior, a year early.

 

He chose to go to the US Military Academy at West Point where he graduated first in his class. He fought in the last two wars and became the most decorated hero in US Army history, surpassing the great Audy Murphy. Yes, Col Brown is The Cursed One! At the time he resigned his commission, he was the youngest full colonel in the Army. He left to become tenured in only two years at Rice University, one of the top ten schools in the country. Oh, and by the way, he is without a doubt the best looking man anyone has ever seen. He was absolutely charming, a moral paragon, incredibly funny, and his voice would earn him a starting role in any opera company in the world. Even before he became THE Cursed One, he could have almost any woman in the world to have his children, now...

 

Col Arlan Brown:

 

Call me cursed. I would gladly trade with Ishmael on the hunt for Moby Dick. Hell, I'd trade places with Ahab. I'd even trade places with Oedipus, whose story is a lot closer to mine. I hadn't a clue who my father was. I'm almost certain my mother never knew his name. I was conceived less than five minutes after they met. No, my mother wasn't raped, nor was I the product of a commercial transaction, my mother was an intact virgin when they met. I was conceived in my mother's virgin's blood, born bloody, and became what I am because I was infected by my father's blood as he died.

 

Unlike Oedipus, I didn't marry my mother, I never got to know her. She was killed in an airliner crash before my third birthday. She was almost nineteen when she died, which makes her sound like some sort of besotted teen, but she wasn't. Even pregnant with me, she managed to graduate first in her class at a prestigious, and very expensive private school. She applied to Harvard, and was flying home from Boston, triumphant, after her interview when her plane crashed. I was raised by my grandparents. My Pops was the best dad a man ever had! I had an aunt/half sister who was a few weeks younger than me. Neither of my grandparents got a good look at my father's face. He just waltzed into their hotel suite conceived my sister/aunt, then conceived me, and left without saying goodbye. They didn't call the police. No one ever told me about that night, until after the bombing. I wish they'd explained it to me, it might have saved innocent men psychic trauma.

 

I know I sound cryptic, but that's not my intention... I guess the easiest way to explain is to tell you my story. My grandparents were wealthy even before the settlement from the airline. My grandfather, Pops, made his fortune as a land developer/home builder. I had an exceptionally good childhood and early adulthood. I joined the Army right out of high school and loved it. I had the world by the tail and I was the envy of every man, until my marriage fell apart at age thirty-five.

 

I had married a breathtakingly beautiful woman I'd met at a West Point dance my final year. It was only after our second date that I learned her brains were more impressive than her body. Although she was almost two years younger than me, she was just finishing her MBA at Harvard! She was the other half of my heart, and she loved me almost more than life. To this day, especially to this day, I can't say a single negative thing about her. Except, perhaps she should have been a shade less loyal. I wouldn't trade all DeBeers' diamonds for a single day of our marriage, but I wish she'd left me a few years sooner. She would have been happier that way.

 

Why did our marriage fail? It was my fault. No, I never cheated on her, even after the heat of the battlefield when the urge is so strong that infidelity shouldn't count. I loved her too much. She was the only woman I'd been with and I wanted it to stay that way. Our marriage failed over our children... more correctly, the lack of them.

 

After years of trying, we began to have tests. She was embarrassing fertile, she could have gotten pregnant from a men's room toilet seat. I was shooting blanks. I had more testosterone than the whole French army, navy and air force combined, but the sperm generator was "immature". My wife was loyal, she begged me to adopt, but I couldn't stand the idea of raising a child that wasn't mine. Ironic huh, but that's part of the curse too.

 

My most noble act during the noble part of my life was to divorce her while she was still young enough to have kids of her own. If, as the old country-western song goes "one takes the bow the other takes the blame," I did my best to take all the blame. I told her that I'd fallen for another woman. I offered her all my worldly goods as a settlement but she refused. She fought the divorce tooth and nail, even after I produced an exceptionally skuzzy woman I claimed was my true love. Hell, even after the divorce I couldn't even get hard for another woman, what irony.

 

Right after the divorce, I resigned my commission, I took a job as a teacher. I wanted to give back, and be around young people. If I couldn't have my own children, I wanted to leave my mark by my influence on others'. I think that's part of the curse too.

 

It was a good if quiet life. I had more money than I could spend. My grandparents had both died leaving only my "aunt" and me to split their fortune. I didn't know that aunt was my half sister at that time, although she did. She knew the whole story, because she'd gotten itfrom Pop just before he died. She said Pops was trying to shield me. That was one of Pops few errors in judgment.

 

The night it happened, I was walking home from campus, after the party to celebrate my gaining tenure. I was a little too 'happy' to drive, but my house wasn't far from the school. I was walking past the ROTC building when I sensed a man behind me. Furious, I whirled just fast enough to get knifed in the lung instead of the heart. Because of my history, I have a concealed handgun permit. Somehow, while he repeatedly stabbed me, I drew my gun, shoved it into his chest and shot him. He pulled me down with him, and I lost my gun as I hit the ground. We were both covered in blood and when his mingled with mine, my world changed. A wave of energy nauseated me, and I passed out in a pool of my own vomit.

 

I didn't see him stagger to his car, smash it into the ROTC building and explode. The explosives in the car destroyed the building, his body and made the whole thing look like the work of a suicide bomber. The "car bomb" was his contingency to cover his identity in case his attack on me failed. He didn't want the police to suspect that the man I'd killed was my father.

 

I awoke in the hospital hooked to more tubes and wires than a whole room full of computer servers. A dozen monitors beeped and chirped in a syncopated cacophony of alarm. I felt weak as a kitten and preternaturally alert. More alarms and bells blared, and staff materialized like characters beamed from a Star Trek rip off.

 

They spoke medicalese to each other, not exactly ignoring me, but too excited to pay much attention to me. I tried to force someone to talk to me, was immediately enveloped by fatigue and drifted back off to sleep.

 

When I awoke the second time, I wasn't as weak, but I was dead dog tired. Bushed! I was also hungrier than I'd been in my whole life. The alarms had been reduced by an order of magnitude, but still more than enough to summon an army of medical personnel. This time there were security types with them. They didn't look like regular police, more like FBI.

 

The medical types were even more absorbed by the -- what ever their instruments were telling them, than last time. The agents eyed me with that lean and hungry look that so bothered Caesar.

 

The one closest to my bed asked the stunningly obviuos, "Are you awake Colonel? Do you know where you are?"

 

I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry, only croaking sounds came out.

 

Finally, I managed to whisper, "Food."

 

One of the younger female medical types heard me and dashed out of the room. The agent poured me a glass of water, addeda straw and held it up to my mouth. That, was when I discovered that my hands were bound to the bed by those thick leather restraints that hospitals use. Why?

 

The female appeared with a glass of one of those milk-shake diet food supplements and I chugged the whole thing through a straw.

 

Slightly stronger, I said, "Thanks, please sir, more."

 

She laughed and disappeared again.

 

The medical types went crazy pushing the agents out the door, The female appeared again, glanced at all the monitors, as she gave me my second glass. Again I downed it without a pause while she studied a monitor over my head that I couldn't see. She barked an order that sounded like a series of chemical compounds, and several of the staff left turbulence wakes as they hustled to obey.

 

The young woman, who I'd assumed, in my chauvinist way, was a nurse, turned out to be Dr. Allison Dickson, the head of the whole department. A young orderly appeared with several cans of the diet supplement and a bucket brigade formed as I chugged a dozen cans.

 

Feeling only slightly stronger, I managed, "Where am I, what happened? Why am I still starving?"

 

The last question ledto several orderlies dashing from the room. It also seemed to have exhausted me, and I drifted back to sleep.

 

When I awoke the next time, it was very slowly. I became aware that my throat had some sort of tube crammed down it. Not fully awake, I pulled the thing out. It felt like I'd pulled internal organs with it. I bellowed loud enough to temporarily drown out all the electronic chirps and beeps.

 

I expected the full contingent of medical personal to appear like the genie from the lamp. Instead, Dr. Dickson rose from a chair next to my bed.

 

She looked at my hand, shook her head in awe then asked, "Are you feeling better? Are you still hungry?"

 

I thought about it, realized that I wasn't hungry. I felt different, but not hungry. I checked my hand to see what had surprised her and discovered that it had a torn leather restraint on it.

 

Nodding at the torn restraint she said, "You've been tearing those regularly. We've been contemplating surgery to install a peg. You've gained almost sixtypounds, not that we can see where it's gone. Your body fat percentage has actually gone down. The breakthrough was when you woke up and said you were hungry. No one had noticed you were suffering from extreme malnutrition. Starving to death right before our eyes. You seemed to stabilize an hour or so ago. I think we're over the hump, but we don't have any idea what's caused this. There are some gentlemen from Homeland Security who are very anxious to talk to you, if you feel up to it."

 

Looking at the doctor, I was struck by two thoughts simultaneously, she was beautiful, and she was a younger version of my aunt. More alert, I wondered why I'd thought she wasn't in charge last time. The aura of command radiated on her like sweat on a marathoner. All of that authority was focused with laser intensity on me.

 

Responding to her unasked question, I tried to assessmy physical condition and delivered the succinct line, "I feel funny."

 

She smiled wryly and said, "I'm not surprised. Early on we thought you might have been the target of a terrorist attack and not the ROTC Building. We pumped you full of every type of antibiotic and tranquilizer we thought wouldn't kill you. Not having any idea what we're facing, we gave you everything but the kitchen sink. We'd still like to run some more tests on you. There are other physiological changes that have been going on that we can't explain. Your weight gain being the most obvious. However, the only signs of pathogens have been you lack of energy. "

 

What followed was a week of medical torture, and Homeland Security interrogation. The Homeland people at one point got rather combative. I didn't have any explanation for why a "terrorist" would attack me before blowing himself up in a building. I didn't want anyone to know that I was certain I'd killed my father. I rather thought that was a hallucination and didn't care to undergo a full psychic exam on top of having every orifice prodded and poked. They did pull out most of the tubes and wires, but the tests were never-ending.

 

My first clue tothe curse came on my last day in the hospital as I was waiting to be released. The medical people had reached a dead end and I was going stir crazy. One of the Homeland Security people became belligerent. He was insisting that I must have some idea what my attacker looked like because I had his blood on my gun. I'm not in the habit of lying, and because I was lying, I lost my own temper. When I roared back, the man acted like a defeated cur.

 

The vision scared me, and using some of my service privileges, I demanded that the army medic I summoned escort them from my room. As they left muttering, a 'pink lady'volunteer came in to help me get home. Getting home involved more than a cab ride, since I'd been flown to Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington D.C. Because of one more foolhardy acts during my Army career, I was entitled to free transportation on military aircraft, so oneof the staff had made arrangements for me to get back home that way.

 

Flying military is a hassle, and I only do it if I'm going to a base for some reason. Since money wasn't a problem, I'd asked for a hospital volunteer who might know something about booking flights to help me.

 

As she walked through the door, the curse erupted. Need drenched every cell of my body. My cock got harder than and diamond edged drill bit, and as thick as a core sample. I was dumbstruck! The woman was very attractive, but not beautiful. She was mid thirties, and looked more like one of those TV moms than a sex sensation. She was dressed modestly, her figure trim, her hair and make-up understated. She was far from the best looking or sexiest woman to enter the room that morning. Several of the nurses and younger doctors who had made a point of calling on me to say good-by, were more attractive. Several of those made sure I knew they were 'available', and left notes on how to contact them. Yet I hadn't reacted like I wanted to rape any of them.

 

The woman couldn't hide her awareness of my reaction to her. Her eyes got wide and for a second, I expected her to run screaming down the hall. Instead, she shocked me. She walked back to the door to my private room, but instead of leaving, she closed it behind her, then leaned against it to lock it, and announced, "I'd planned to stop taking the pill at the end of this cycle."

 

I swallowed hard; I was trembling more violently than during that foolhardy moment I mentioned earlier. Which was the most scared I'd been in my life up to this point. I couldn't speak. I just stared at her.

 

As the silence lengthened she said, "If you don't have to leave town today, you could come to my house tonight."

 

I blinked hard, she looked disappointed but continued, "My daughter is in a wedding tonight, but she'll be home later; you can stay for her if you'd like."

 

She paused again and then pleaded, "Please!"

 

Her eyes never left mine, but I think she saw my erection pulse. I knew she was aware of my musk when she wrinkled her nose. I've always had a strong crotch odor; I'm the guy that "personal deodorants" were designed for. Now it smelled like I hadn't changed underwear in a month.

 

I was embarrassed. I intended to apologize, instead I said, "Get me a rental car and directions to your house. I'll be there at seven." I was flabbergasted that I used my 'command voice.'

 

I hadn't meant to sound so demanding; I just knew that I had to get her out of the room, I was holding on to my control by my finger tips.

 

She gave me a lottery-winner's smile and gushed, "I'm so honored, we'll be ready for you. I'll have a rental here within an hour. I'll have a map to my homein it for you. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

 

She hadn't placed any untoward emphasis on the word "anything" to make it suggestive, but I knew her offer was all inclusive. I waved my hand in dismissal. I wasn't being rude, but the only words I thought I could form were along the lines of, "Turn around, drop your panties and bend over!"

 

When she left, closing the door behind her, I felt my blood pressure drop to normal levels. What didn't drop was my erection, or my awareness of that woman. I pictured her hurrying down the hall, rushing to get me a rental car, using her cell phone to call someone to help her. I hadn't been the only one in that room who needed a personal deodorant. What I didn't know was the curse was the cause.

 

Less than a half hour later a male orderly arrived to help me checkout. It was as smooth as the Army could make it. The Army takes care of its own, and I would always be welcome. I didn't see the woman, but a top of the line luxury car was waiting for me as I was wheeled to the hospital exit. The keys were in the ignition and a rental agreement was on the front seat. One of those computer maps was evident, and the GPS system had her address programmed into it. I checked the rental agreement, it was in her name. Mary! I was listed as a driver, operating under my insurance and license. I have no idea how she got that information, I assume the hospital had it, or perhaps she had access to my wallet.

 

As I started the car, I checked the clock. I had five hours to kill before I was due at her house. I thought about going straight over there, but I was sure she wouldn't be home. I don't mean to imply that I had some sort of ESP connection with her, I didn't. I had just had strongest feeling that she wanted me as much as I wanted her and that the time she'd given me was the earliest she could make herself available. It was all non-verbal, but stronger for that reason. I knew that she was going make me her top priority and the devil take the hindmost. She had wanted to get pregnant before she entered my room, and when she saw me, she decided that I was to be the father.

 

Later I wondered why that little fact didn't bother me at the time. I knew I couldn't give her a child. Even if I could, I wasn't the type of man to make a baby and abandon it. I believe that all babies need their fathers living with their mothers. I wasn't the type to lie to a woman or to take advantage of her. Yet, I was acting worse than a penned bull next to whole herd of fresh cows.

 

Now, I that I was feeling a little more normal, I tried to decide should make my own flight arrangements. After a small internal debate, I decided I wanted to stay the night in Washington. I had some very good friends here, working at the building of fives. (The Pentagon has five concentric, five sided rings, each, five stories tall.) Those jerks at Homeland Security had classified my presence in Washington as 'secret', so I hadn't seen any of them. I knew I wasn't being fair in my resentment of those agents. I knew that what happened to me wasn't part of the war on terror, but they didn't. I admire the job they're doing to keep us as safe as we are. Still -- I had buddies in town and I wanted to see them.

 

I drove out to the Pentagon, showed them my service ID. I'd forgotten that the hospital personnel had attached a small miniature service ribbon to my civilian suit. It was the pale blue one with all the white stars. The sentry checked my ID saw the ribbon and rendered a very snappy salute. It embarrassed me that I couldn't return the honor since I wasn't in uniform. I tried to hide my annoyance when he directed me to VIP parking lot. I'd told the sentry that I didn't want any honors, I was just there to see some buddies, but the halls soon filled with folks being deferentialanyway. My buddies arrived and we went to one of the cafeterias, where I ate too much and practically drownedin bullshit. I felt wonderful. I missed the service, and was almost tempted to try to go back.

 

Before I realized it, it was time to fight the traffic to Mary's house. She lived in Georgetown, one of the most posh sections of Washington. When I got there the house was one of the more impressive, and I wondered why I didn't feel in the slightest intimidated. I had money, all I needed, but this house bespoke serious wealth. The kind that gets you listed by Forbes Magazine as one ofrichest in the country. I parked in the driveway, and as I rang the bell, I wondered if there were servants. As I waited a whole host of questions surfaced. Why had the security gate been open? Had this woman worn a wedding ring? Why was she a volunteer at Walter Reed? This kind of money wrote checks; they didn't spend their time taking care of soldiers. Could she be an employee here? It never occurred to me that she might have sent me to the wrong place, just as it never crossed my mind that the solid man who opened the door was anyone other than her husband!

 

Our eyes locked and I took the man's measure. I had never believed in the 'Alpha Male' theory, but this man was an Alpha Male's alpha male. He exuded confidence and power. I liked him immediately. I didn't know why his wife was willing to cheat on him... openly! As our eyes locked, I knew something else. He would defer to me. Itook charge. I wondered that his deference didn't make me feel uneasy. I hate wimp husbands. The idea of a man watching me take his wife sickened me. I realized, after a second, that this man would never do that; he'd kill the man who tried to hang horns on him.

 

As he looked at the floor and shuffled his feet, I wondered again. An idea flitted through my mind that perhaps he had a problem that even Viagra couldn't fix. He exuded ex-military and I wondered if he'd given more to his country than any country should ask. If that was the case, he was the type of man who wouldn't stand for his wife running around behind his back, he'd meet them at the front door in person. He'd kick their ass if they weren't up to his standards. No, I shook my head, while that image was right, this didn't feel like that sort of situation, and they had a daughter. I couldn't understand what was going on. He didn't want me here, didn't want me to see his wife, but he wasn't going to stand in my way. I then wondered if he'd cheated and this was a condition of her staying with him.

 

Whatever it was, I didn't want any part of it. I was just about to offer my excuses and leave when Mary appeared. It happened again. I went into full rut, practically pawing the ground.

 

Her husband might as well have been an automatic door opener, except I heard him growl, "Don't make me watch this!"

 

Irritated at the distraction, I said, "Go sit quietly in your chair, stay there until I'm done. Don't get out of it except to go to the bathroom."

 

I wasn't aware of using my command voice, or what I was saying. I only know because of what happened later and what they told me.

 

I saw Mary flash a look at her husband, it was lament not lust. I've never seen a look show such remorse, and regret. I didn't see him leave, but her regret gave me the slimmest margins of control.

 

I looked at her closely, and I said, "Did I miss-read you? Did you have another reason for inviting me here?"

 

It didn't seem possible for a face to change so quickly.

 

She positively beamed, "I didn't think you'd come for me. I was hoping you'd come, but I thought it would be for Kristin, our daughter; she should be ovulating," her face positively radiated, "I did tell you I'm still on the pill; not that it matters."

 

I know now that the curse wasn't at full strength yet, or I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from taking her on the floor, right in front of her husband. I would have had no more control than baseball headed for the bleachers. No more control than my father had had with my mother. When the curse completely controlled me, going a week without impregnating a woman would send me into a state similar to the Viking berserkers. Encountering a woman who wanted to have a baby, with me in full rut, and not doing the deed on the spot would be like trying to stop a sneeze once it was started.

 

I didn't understand all that at the time; ignorance is not bliss. I think the reference to her daughter drained some of my pressure as well, but I wasn't sure why. With that control came serious confusion. "What do you mean about your daughter?"

 

She smiled, "I thought you had turned me down, that it was my daughter that brought you here. She is one of the bridesmaids, but if you want her now, I can go get her for you. By the time I get to the church the service should be over."

 

I felt my pulse rate surge, that hollow excitement began in my chest, the one I always got just before the biggest of games or the smallest of combats. Before it overwhelmed me, my voice of reason kicked in. "Are you offering your daughter to me, knowing she might get pregnant? What is this? Some sort of sick game? What kind of slut are you? How old is your daughter? I had visions of some junior high kid. Does she know what her mother has planned for her?"

 

It was the second major misjudgment since I stepped through the door. I normally don't make those sorts of mistakes, but I was thinking with the wrong head. It would be months before I learned enough to prevent the curse from leaving behind the havoc I was in the process of creating that night. At the time, I let a mild concern about the willingness of a child to engage in a slut mother's plan lead me into a greater mess. "Just tell me where the wedding is, I'll see if she's -- suitable."

 

I'd meant to say 'if she's old enough and willing'; what I said had a very different connotation. I still hadn't gotten with ten feet of Mary, much less touched her. If I had -- I would have left.

 

As I left the house, I told her I'd return; her husband never crossed my mind. But then I didn't know that he was virtually chained to his chair, unable even to speak. I'd like to think that I wouldn't have done that to a man I detested; I know I would never have done it to someone I respected. Despite the shortness of our meeting, I respected Mary's husband. I'm pointing this out to show how the curse was influencing me, not just those around me.

 

Safely out of sight of Mary, my other head began to do some of my thinking. Mary and her husband obviously wanted me to get her or her daughter pregnant. I tried to come up with a rational explanation of why they'd want that. Seeking to eliminate false modesty, I could see why someone might want a smart war heroto father their child, but that just didn't ring true in this case. Nor could I explain why she and her husband were trying to make me think that I had some sort of power over them... No, I realized that they weren't trying to make it JUST over them, they were trying to convince me that my attraction extended to everyone. I don't believe in things like witch-craft, spells or mind-control, but I wondered if she was using some sort of pheromone to control me. Certainly, I could smell her excitement, but at some instinctive level, I knew that it wasn't something like pheromones.

 

With that though, I was so close, I so wish that I'd been able to unravel the clues to the curse as I drove to the wedding. Instead, I reviewed my actions since I'd left Mary the first time. I'd encountered any number of women, and I hadn't noticed that any others seemed anxious to have my baby. If I had only known... the saddest words in the English language.

 

I've never crashed a party in my life. Part of that is I can't remember a party I wanted to go to that I hadn't been invited to. It never even occurred to me that I was crashing now. When I got there, the reception had already started. There was a large engagement picture of the happy couple as you signed in. I studied the pair. Their happiness was obvious. The young man looked promising. No, nineteen year old could ever be described as an alpha male type, but the promise was there.

 

No doubt influenced by the curse, I decided that instead of trying my 'appeal' on Mary's daughter, I would confirm my lack of 'appeal' by trying to charm the bride. I joined the end of the reception line. When I reached to shake hands with the bride, I tried to project the same desire for her I'd felt for Mary.

 

I was embarrassed, but relieved when all that happened was that she gave me a look that said, "You must be one of Steve's people, I'm so glad you're the last one."

 

When our hands touched, what she said aloud, was, "I can't tell you how excited I am that you're here. I'm flattered beyond words."

 

Giving me a conspiratorial look she added, "Would it be alright if I talk to Steve privately about how we're going to do this and get back to you? I don't want to hurt him, please?"

 

The pleading was now as evident on her face as in her voice.

 

Startled, I moved to shake hands with the groom. As our eyes locked. I saw that same surge of anger that I'd seen in Mary's husband. This time it was gone much faster, and a pleading expression replaced it.

 

He whispered, "Please don't let anyone know. It's my wedding day -- couldn't you wait till we get back?"

 

Again, I felt an irrational surge of anger. I'd always encouraged subordinates state their cases vigorously, yet now I was getting furious when an unreasonable act of mine was being challenged!

 

I replied in my command voice, but pitched so only he could hear, "Bring her to Mary's house as soon as you can get away."

 

As I saw acceptance in his face, my anger evaporated and I added, "You don't have to let anyone know, leave at the normal time."

 

The part of me that still wasn't controlled by the curse was aghast that I was telling a groom that I was taking his wife on their wedding night.

 

Trying to soften my intolerable action I added, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

 

The relief on his face was so profound I fled before he could embarrassed us both by an inappropriate display of gratitude.

 

Those were mistakes in judgment numbers three and four. I've probably been that wrong about that many people before in one day, but I don't remember when. Never have there been the consequences like the one caused my miscalculations.

 

Again, once I got out of sight of the bride, I seemed to come to my senses. Realizing that I didn't know Mary's last name, and since she wasn't at the wedding, I figured there was a better than even chance the bride and groom would have no idea where I'd told them to meet me. The further I got from the young couple the more outrageous the whole idea seemed.

 

Determined to leave before someone recognized me, and before I could make a bigger asshole of myself, I almost ran over Mary's daughter. She had the same coloring and the same solid good looks. She was older than I'd hoped. A young woman in that age range where guessing was impossible. She could have been as young as sixteen or as old as twenty-seven. I don't know how she spotted me, but she'd blocked my path.

 

Standing with arms akimbo she said, "You're Col. Brown aren't you? The man my mother told me about?"

 

Once again my system flushed with lust, my hands moved to rip her clothes from her. My body planned to take her right there in the lobby, my hand actually grasped the neckline of her bridesmaid dress before my brain caught up with what I was doing. Using every erg of the iron control I'd been taught at West Point, I forced my hand to my side. So locked had been my eyes with hers, that it took several more seconds to realize that she hadn't been prepared to struggle. In fact as my hand dropped, it appeared she was about to remove her dress on her own.

 

I was breathing hard, trying to hold a semblance of control, images of her mother and the bride, naked and draped open in the same bed flashed through my mind. Normally, an image like that would ensurean erection. Curiously, it had the opposite effect. I'd just learned that one way to control what I now call it THE FLUSH is to remember that you have waiting and willing partners. As I struggled for the decorum that I expect of myself, I saw fear creep onto her face.

 

In a trembling voice she asked, "Don't you want me? I didn't believe mom when she told me what she'd done. I thought it was some sort of sick practical joke. Then I saw you talking to Edna and I knew. Mom said that if you came, it would mean you wanted me, please don't change your mind now!"

 

As I looked in her eyes, I had my next insight into the curse that will control the rest of my life. This young woman also wanted my child. By displaying THE FLUSH as I'd done, it encouraged her. If I didn't at least give her the opportunity to try to get pregnant, it would be worse than an Olympic favorite, prepared to compete watching the event cancelled. No worse than that, far, far worse. It probably would make this bright, cheerful young woman suicidal.

 

I understood that, temporarily I had the ability to say no to Kristin, but she would bear a heavy price if I never gave her the opportunity. I marveled at the arrogance of that concept, but I knew that I was right. As much as it bothered my sense of ethics, I knew that I would need to -- Then as if from nowhere, I felt a new concept develop. While the attraction between us was far more powerful than what I'd felt for my wife on our honeymoon, but it might be possible to postpone consummation for a few years.

 

I asked, "How old are you Kristin?"

 

Her smile was blinding. She knew she'd won. She knew I'd give her the opportunity to have my child and I could see her tension drain.

 

Ebullient, she gushed, "I'm 17 but I'll be 18 in less than a month! Mom was only fifteen when she got pregnant with me. We De Mille girls produce good kids young. Tonight would be fine, a monthdoesn't matter!"

 

She might not want to wait, but -- I wondered just how old the bride was, if her bridesmaid was only seventeen. It might be another out.

 

Looking at her I promised, "I'll come back for you the day after your eighteenth birthday. If you aren't already pregnant or --"

 

I paused and tried to think, there was something else that could keep me away, but I quite grasp what it was. I left the sentence incomplete, it didn't matter the promise was made.

 

She studied me intently, making sure that I wasn't trying to use a verbal slight of hand, then shocked me by asking, "Did you offer Edna a baby?"

 

I nodded, I hadn't known the bride's name, but now, Edna would know where to find me. I hurried to my car, and drove aimlessly for the next couple of hours trying to understand what was happening to me. Doing my best self-analysis, I decided that I could sense when a woman wanted to have a baby, or was at least open to the idea. I knew that when I Flushed I was broadcasting my desire to father that child. What I couldn't figure out is why any woman would respond to such an outrageous arrogance.

 

Around midnight I thought I'd managed to regain a measure of sanity, and with a growing sense of horror I headed to Mary's house, still determined to find some way to mitigate the evil I'd set in motion.

 

Despite my best intentions as I rang the front bell, I felt THE FLUSH blossom as Kristin opened the door. Seeing her and not one of my two intended, I felt it ebb. Although I didn't understand how, I was grateful to gain some measure of control. Unfortunately as soon as I'd FLUSHED, every one of my plans had been subsumed by my passion; leaving me physically and emotionally drained. Even as that mindlessness receded, I could only remember the barest outline of what I'd intended to do. I remembered planning to send Edna and her husband on their honeymoon, concentrating my lust on Mary. There had been more too it, but I couldn't remember. I did remember rationalizing that since she was already a slut, I would use that to limit the damage at least a bit.

 

Entering the foyer, I saw all of them. Mary stood by herself, Edna huddled with her arm locked through her groom's arm. Kristin walked to her mother's side and looked like she also wanted to hold her mother's hand for comfort. As I closed the door behind me, I FLUSHED again. I have no memory of moving but suddenly I had my arms around Mary. As I pulled her to me her scent repulsed me. It was the foulest odor I've encountered in my life. Much worse than the exploded stomachs and putrid odor of rotting corpses, I've encountered after battle. I shoved her from me, a different kind of rage descending upon me.

 

"You have sperm in you! When did you get it?"

 

I had no idea where that had come from, or why it caused such furious revulsion.

 

She was horror struck, her expression pleading for understanding.

 

She was near tears as she said, "Please it was five nights ago, my husband -- I didn't know you then. I didn't know it would matter, I'm not pregnant."

 

I heard my voice growl, "Sperm can live for six days inside you. I will not be polluted by another!"

 

That sounded true, incredibly stilted, and arrogant, but true. However, it wasn't a piece of information I'd ever remembered reading, and I certainly wouldn't have bet a plugged nickel on its validity. Some tiny portion of my rational brain filed away the datum that any woman who had living sperm inside her was safe from The Curse. Although as Mary proved, that woman wasn't safe from her attraction to me.

 

As a waves of fatigue engulfed me, I learned something else about the curse. I didn't know what happened to me when I broadcast my desire, but it physically drained me. I was almost as tired as I'd been that first time in the hospital. My brain was so leaden; I was near the hallucinations stage. I'm not trying to excuse what I did next, but I'm trying to explain. I crossed to Edna and smelled her. She smelled like honeysuckle and Jasmine, but I knew she wasn't wearing perfume. She was sweet and ready for me. I wasn't ready for her.

 

"I'm going to have Kristin help me to the guest room. I need to rest, take a nap. When I'm ready, I'll call for Edna to join me," turning to the bride, I added,"While I'm sleeping show hubby you love him... nothing that could contaminate you. He can suckle you, kiss you, but don't do anything that might let a single sperm come in contact with you-- from anyone!"

 

I saw the stricken face of her husband, remembered my promise and said to him, "Use Mary when you want Edna. She's a slut; it won't matter. Cum in her, it'll take the pressure off, she'll do anything you want."

 

I turned to Mary and said, "You will take care of all of his sexual needs until he can make love to his wife. Make him very happy. It's your audition for me. If he isn't ecstatic, I won't be back for you... or for Kristin. I want you leaking from all three places. It's the least I can do."

 

"Now," I said in my command voice, making sure I had everyone's full attention, "all of you go watch dirty movies, have sex, whatever until I send for Edna."

 

I didn't know what I was saying, I was babbling, I just wanted them to relax until I called for Edna. I wanted Edna and her groom to be able to enjoy each other to the extent they could. I never thought that Mary would do anything with him before I woke up, I assumed they would retire to one of the bedrooms after Edna came to me. It also never occurred to me that they were going to the TV in the den. Going to the den where Mary's husband was stuck in his chair. I wouldn't have done that to him. I certainly didn't intend to make Kristin or her father watch Mary... do what she did.

 

When I was a second lieutenant, my squad was cut off and in continuous contact with the enemy for thirty-six hours. That's the only time I ever remember having more difficulty thinking. I never considered that the groom might not want to have sex on his wedding night with someone else. I will never forgive myself for ordering him to make love to another in front of his bride. I certainly understand why she hates me now. I don't understand why she still came up to me when I called for her.

 

As Ilay on their guest bed I dreamed, and I begin to learn. The curse was worse than my most terrifying nightmare. I was THE Alpha Male! I wasn't even subject to challenge. My children would be the pinnacle of human evolution. That fact was somehow communicated when I felt 'the flush.' Most women would be drawn to me at a sub-conscious biological level, desperate to have my child. Most important, they would love and raise my child as their own. Sounds like some adolescent boy's wet dream doesn't it. It's a horrible curse!

 

The curse is that it is ONLY biological. The curse doesn't make the women like me, or desire me. They want my sperm, some are willing to literally crawl on bare hands and knees over broken glass to get it. But, once they've got it, and are pregnant, they aren't in the least hesitant to let their true feelings erupt. The same is true of the men. They won't try to hinder me, or try to kill me later. They will just consider me as fondly as they would someone who had used drugs on their loved one to get her pregnant! That woman will get pregnant. The only thing 'magical' effect of the curse was that any fertile woman I slept with, will have my child. It won't matter if she were ovulating at the time or not. It wouldn't matter if she were on the pill or not. That was a universal response to my unique DNA. It causes ovulation, almost like some sort of fertility drug.

 

That same DNA causes other responses; all my children will hate me. I don't mean the normal child/teenager friction, I mean we can't live in the same house, even newborns. This response is transmitted through the placenta to the mother. So, even if the mother and I married for love she'll hate me while she's pregnant. Were I to marry, my wife and I could have a loving day once every nine months, tops.

 

Then there's another little part of the problem. Should I encounter a woman who is trying, or even has just decided to have a baby, I will sense it and I will respond like a sex starved sailor given the privilege of the harem. My only defense to the urge is if I either have a previous engagement, or I've created a child in the last few days. Because both Mary and Edna had decided to become pregnant, and I hadn't had sex since my divorce, neither they or I had a chance.

 

Last but certainly not least, should I get a healthy non-virgin pregnant, she will have a girl. All of my daughters will be barren, and will hate me. My sons are worse; their DNA will induce a rage if they ever encounter me, and they'll try to kill me. I think it has to do that in order to produce a son, my sperm must pass through the woman's blood, for example an intact virgin. Female blood destroys the 'female' type sperm.

 

It's all biological, geared to the survival of the child, and the benefit of the human race. Each year hundreds of millions of children are born. By any criteria you chose to use, my thirty or forty children will be the top thirty or forty born that year. That's good for the species. Yet there's no danger that a 'super species' will evolve because they're sterile.

 

The child's DNA level distaste for me, that is transmitted by the fetus to the mother helps rebuild the bond to her real mate. The child, even as a newborn will be a daddy's girl, or boy in the extreme. Which also helps bond the family to give the child the support it needs from a 'Daddy', that's only aided by the child's extreme antipathy for me.

 

It all makes perfect sense biologically, but it dooms me to a life with no companions, male or female. I'm driven to have children, to want the very best for them, to attempt to make sure that they have everything they need. I yearn to be a 'Daddy' yet I can have no part in raising them. Could there ever been a man more cursed?

 

When I awoke, I had two overwhelming needs, the first was to procreate, the second was to find out if my dream was true... and if it was, some way to fix it.

 

Mrs. Mary De Mille:

 

It is extremely painful to remember what happen that night in our den.  I've always thought of myself as a moral woman.  I've had my lapses, I'm thirty-four and my daughter is almost eighteen.  Still, despite all the problems, my husband and I have been happily married for eighteen years.  I'm not sure that our marriage will survive to our nineteenth anniversary.  I desperately wanted another baby; I just never thought that I'd ever be an unwed mother …

 

I had known my husband all my life, but he didn't know I existed until I seduced him when I was sixteen and he was twenty-two.  We both lived in River Oaks, one of the wealthier sections of Houston.  He was the local golden boy.  He went to the exclusive The Kinkaid School and was a senior when I was in seventh grade.  He was all-everything, and of course, my fantasy.  After he graduated valedictorian, he played football at Rice.  Several polls selected him as an all-America, but since he was in ROTC, he went into the Army instead of the NFL.

 

He came back to Houston Christmas looking like a modern day cavalier in his Army dress mess uniform but I managed to catch his attention at one of the Christmas parties.  (I had what they are now calling a costume malfunction, back then we called it flashing.)  I'd just turned sixteen, and was already a junior at The Kinkaid.  (I'd skipped fourth grade.)  I told him I was a freshman at A&M and he never found out any different until I discovered I might be pregnant three weeks later.  I know he didn't want to marry me, but I made it work.  He was my sun and my moon, and by any standard, we had a very happy marriage.

 

The only problem was that since I'd had Kristin so very young, I had trouble getting pregnant when we decided to try again just before my thirtieth birthday.  What followed were four years of frustration and tests.  Finally, I had micro-surgery to repair some problems with my plumbing, only to begin having wildly erratic menstrual cycles.  The doctors recommend that I go on the pill for three months to see if I could get them regulated.  When I met Col. Brown, I was on my third month.

 

I've tried several times to explain my attraction to Col. Brown, and I can't.  I know that I love my husband, I would never do anything to hurt him, I'd never dreamed of being unfaithful, but it was like I was Cinderella and Col. Brown was the prince.  Saying no simply wasn't an option.

 

I'd done everything I could to raise Kristin to understand the dangers of getting pregnant before she married, but when I came home from the hospital, I told her that she had the most wonderful opportunity.  She was scandalized by what I was saying, but then she hadn't met him.  When I told Rodger, my husband, he thought I was playing an elaborate practical joke.  He had attended several military soirées where Col. Brown was a guest of honor, and knew his history.  He admired him immensely, although they'd never been introduced.  My husband isn't easily impressed; he's built the family business to a size where he has personal meetings with Presidents, Princes and Potentates.  Generally, they end up marching to his drum.  When Col. Brown walked through our front door Rodger looked like he'd been pole axed.

 

I wasn't surprised when Rodger agreed to leave the room after Col. Brown arrived at our house.  We Americans have the idea that all men are equal, and they should be as far as rights and the law is concerned, but Col. Brown has no equal.  I spoke with Dr. Dickson at Walter Reed.  I've heard her theory that out of all the billions of males on the planet somehow he is the #1 male by any measure, by orders of magnitude.  I don't understand all that, I just know that I was bowled over by just meeting him.

 

When I asked Rodger about it later he said, "I had always believed that if I couldn't win a fight, I could hurt the other guy enough that he'd back off.  That whatever he won, wouldn't be worth the cost I'd force him to pay to win.  I'd make sure the other guy knew fighting me would, at best be a Pyrrhic victory.  When Col. Brown walked in, I knew I couldn't win, and my best shot wouldn't faze him.  What was worse, since I'd seen him in person several times I wasn't prepared for the force of his personality one-on-one.  He was just overwhelming.  I would have gone after any other many with knives, guns or brass knuckles, with him, I was almost ready to give support him.  I was actually grateful that he wasn't going to make me watch what I was willing to allow."

 

I was grateful Col. Brown sent Rodger away too.  I was acting like a preteen around a rock star, and I didn't want my husband to see that.  When Col. Brown left to get Kristin, I went upstairs to get ready.  I still wasn't positive he was going to be willing to get me pregnant, but I wanted to be prepared.  First, I showered, and I took my time washing.  In fact, I was so careful washing my twat that it almost constituted masturbation.  I didn't think that Col. Brown would go down on me, but I'd been smelling myself ever since I'd met him, and I wanted to be fresh.  I then took a long soak in a bubble bath using scented oils.  I shaved my legs and under my arms.  For the first time, I was tempted to shave my twat.  Roger had asked me to do that once, but I had resisted.  I had a horror of being in a car accident and having someone else see me that way, and yes my mother always insisted that I have clean underwear on before I left the house.  I actually had the razor poised when I decided that I didn't want Rodger to know that I'd done that for someone else when I wouldn't do it for him.

 

After my bath, I redid my make-up and hair.  Then I had to decide what to wear.  I have a few Victoria's Secrets outfits, but I didn't have the courage to wear them.  Besides, those were for my husband and I didn't want to give that, even to Col. Brown.  I thought about several dresses, but I wanted to show off my figure and the only ones I had that did that were not something you'd wear around the house.

 

Finally, I decided on a jacket and trouser outfit by Bernard Zins.  The trousers were loden green with full leg and a regular raise waist.  They didn't have pockets and I thought they showed that I wasn't carrying any extra weight.  I chose an almost black Dana Buchman pullover blouse that make it clear that I wasn't wearing a bra, and would allow easy access to my very average boobs.  The jacket was a black and white tweed with a notched collar and three buttons.  The jacket would let me cover what the blouse showed if Col. Brown was only interested in Kristen.  I didn't own a thong.  In the past if I didn't want to show a panty line I would normally wear pantyhose.  Tonight was not a night for pantyhose.  Feeling a bit guilty, I borrowed one of Kristin's thongs.  When I finished dressing I thought I looked as good as I could for someone my age.  I added some aquamarine and diamond earrings, a wide gold bracelet and almost added a necklace and broach before I remembered that it might get in the way.  I finished the package with few drops of Sabi Parfum to make me irresistible.

 

My timing was almost perfect; I had just gone into the guest bedroom to turn down the sheets when I heard Kristin arrive.  I called her to help me and we lit some incense sticks and a few candles.  I wasn't actually that big on incense or candles, but I had a horror that Col. Brown might make our baby in our marriage bed and the incense and candles would be a good excuse.  I didn't want to share that bed with anyone else.  I know that sounds irrational, but somehow I was able to separate getting pregnant from lovemaking and from my marriage.  I was doing my best to seduce the man, but I knew that after I was pregnant, I'd only want my husband.

 

We'd just finished when Edna and Johnny arrived.  Edna looked radiant, as all brides look, but I think the idea of creating a new life with Col. Brown gave her a special glow.  Johnny didn't look happy, but that was certainly understandable.  It was horrible timing, but that was just the way things worked out sometimes.  I was trying not to be discouraged by her.  I had no doubt that Col. Brown could get two women pregnant in one night, but would he want to?  Kristin had already told me that he wasn't going to be with her tonight, but what about me?  I would be honored to have Edna use our house, but I didn't want to be overlooked.

 

I knew about men's fantasy of having two women at the same time, and I was determined that if that was the only way I could get what I wanted I would be the third wheel.  I was trying to visualize what that would entail when the doorbell rang.  Kristin rushed to open it and I stood there in the foyer as he walked in.

 

I know that many women have fantasies about working in a brothel, I never have.  The idea of walking out with my "sisters" to stand in front of a customer hoping to be picked is nightmarish.  Yet that is exactly how I felt as he entered the foyer and closed the door behind him.  Kristin walked over and stood by me I knew she wanted to take my hand.  I on the other hand, was trying not to do a hip thrust while pushing out my breasts.  I was wishing I'd worn my wonder bra, or something more daring than the thousand-dollar outfit I had on.

 

Col. Brown looked at us and he shuddered with need.  I was standing there with two other women and suddenly I felt like the most desired woman in history.  My need for him hit me with a force I couldn't comprehend.  Being wanted has always turned me on, but I've never felt this needed in my life.  It seemed a life or death matter, and I knew that while this man could have any woman in the world, it was me that he needed, desired.  I felt my twat swell with moisture and my nipples pushed against the silk of my blouse.  I walked to him and I turned to jelly as I felt his arms encircle me.

 

Just as my nipples made contact with his shirt, he thrust me away and looked disgusted.  He looked at me like you might look at a strange dog's poop on your sidewalk.  He yelled about having sperm in me and I wanted to deny it, but Rodger and I had made love on Tuesday night.  I was horrible embarrassed to admit that, but mortified to discover that it meant he wasn't going to give me a child.  When he talked about six days, I was determined to douche in the wild hope that I might be 'clean' by tomorrow before he left.

 

I was so focused on that that I almost missed what he said next.  He called me a slut, something that I'd never been called, even when I was pregnant at sixteen.  Then he was telling me that I had to audition with Johnny!  I was so mortified that it wasn't until after he left that the other shoe dropped for me.  I was going to have to 'audition' in the den.  The den where Rodger was watching TV!

 

The others began moving towards the den, but I stood there in shock.  Realizing that I needed to talk to Rodger before they arrived I asked if they knew where we could find one of the dirty movies we'd been instructed to watch.  Edna said she had a DVD in her suitcase that she'd been given as a gag gift.  Johnny volunteered to go get it.

 

I begged Kristin and Edna to give me a few minutes with Rodger alone before they joined us.  Then I hustled to see if I could get my husband to go to the library while we used the TV room.

 

When I entered I saw him staring, eyes fixed on the Fox News Network.  I was afraid that he might look diminished after Col. Brown, but he didn't.  He was the same strong man I'd married.

 

 I came over and knelt down beside his chair and said, "Honey, do you think you could go into the library for a little while."

 

I paused trying to think of a way to explain what was happening and he answered in a whisper, "I've been ordered to stay here and be quiet, I won't leave unless he changes those orders.  Surly there are enough rooms for you to use without coming in here.  Is he going to give Kristin a baby too?"

 

I felt an invisible hand clutch my heart, "No, he's going to wait until she's eighteen."

 

I paused and I felt him relax a bit.

 

Then he said, "He's a good man, but I almost wish he wouldn't wait, I'd like to see both babies born around the same time.  I appreciate him not taking you in our bedroom, when he comes in, I'm sure he'll let me go to bed.  I'll ask if I can take my eighteen year old Glenfiddich Scotch with me."

 

He looked at me intently, his eyes burning holes into my brain, I hadn't been this scared or upset since that morning I'd sat on the commode about to learn I was pregnant.

 

I wanted to cry at the pain I saw in his face, but his voice was even when he continued, "Mary, I'm going to get so drunk that I won't remember a thing that happened after I got home.  I know I get amorous when I get drunk, so if I do anything to you tonight, I want you to forgive me if I don't remember it."

 

I could feel the tears rolling down my cheek, I tried twice to form words but my throat wouldn't work.  I couldn't meet his eyes any more and I looked away.

 

"I'm not going to be leaving this room tonight either.  I, uh, I'm not presentable right now for him.  I … uh …"  I broke down crying and Rodger picked me with his incredible strength and set me gently onto his lap.

 

Wrapping his arms around me he said gently, "Is it something we can fix?  Will he come back for you?"

 

I nodded my head still unable to speak.  Rodger voice showed relief, "I've got to say I'm glad he's not going to be with you tonight.  I'll make it a point to travel a lot in the next couple of months that'll make it a lot easier on me too.  I don't want to know when it's going to happen, it'll be easier if I can pretend it never happened."

 

My heart was breaking and my soft sobs turned to horrible wracking boohoos, great gasping things that would have been melodramatic if my pain had been any less.

 

"Rodger," I managed at last gaining a small measure of control, "He's going to give Edna a baby.  He feels terrible about doing that to Johnny on his wedding night, and so he's given me to Johnny, in here!  He thinks I'm a slut!"

 

I felt every muscle in Rodger's body tighten, and I heard a growl of pain and fury deep in his chest.  I felt his body prepare to bound from his easy chair and I automatically rolled out of it so he could.  He began to hyperventilate as he struggled to rise.  I threw myself to my knees beside his chair.  I took his right hand in mine and bathed it in my tears.

 

"Please don't Rodger, I don't want to lose you."

 

I managed to mumble my chest heaving as I cried.  I couldn't stand for him to blame himself for his inability to act.

 

I knew every fiber of his being wanted to challenge Col. Brown and we both knew that would be fruitless.  It would only humiliate him more than what was already happening  It wasn't until much later when we realized that had he challenged Col Brown, he would have cancelled his orders.

 

I've often used the phrase, "I'd give my right arm..." At that moment, I would not have suffered a severed limb.  However, I literally would rather have been horse whipped that what Col. Brown was forcing me to do.  Yet, I didn't have the will even to oppose him, to ask him to relent.  I didn't know if my willingness to do this was based on my desire for a child by him, a grandchild by him or simply because he'd ordered me to do this horrible thing in front of my husband.  I knew I no desire to ever 'be' with anyone but Rodger sexually, yet whatever the source of my motivation to follow Col. Brown's orders it was stronger than my will, and best intentions.  I would hate every second, but I would do it.

 

I'd like to think that I might have found some way to succeed in my struggle to oppose what Col. Brown had ordered, but at that moment Kristin, Edna and Johnny came into the room.  Carefully ignoring Rodger and me, the newly weds sat on the couch between the two easy chairs in our home theater room.  I went to the bathroom and tried to repair my make-up while Kristin got everything set up to play the DVD.

 

My tears under control, but my make-up hopeless, I went to my recliner to the left of the couch, carefully not looking at the three on the couch or Rodger in his recliner on the other side.  The "movie" started and it was as bad as you might expect.  It was triple X and thankfully the dialogue was skimpy at best.  It mostly consisted of a couple trying to see just how many positions they could try out.  As a honeymoon gag it was perfect, as something to watch in that situation it was horrible.

 

I couldn't help but see, out of the corner of my eye, that Edna and Johnny were getting into it.  His hands were roaming, but carefully above the waist.  She had opened her blouse and unhooked her bra.  Even doing my best not to watch, it was far more erotic than what was on our wide screen.

 

Even if I hadn't been able to see it, no one could miss the sounds as he began to suckle her.  I heard him ask if she could cum from what he was doing and she shook her head.  I couldn't hear what he whispered but she shook her head again.

 

There was more discussion and I heard him say, "Please I want you to cum for me before you go to him."

 

The sounds of his suckling started again and Edna added new sounds of her own passion.  I glanced over and saw that she was using her own hand to stimulate herself through her pants.  I turned to watch, not because of any voyeuristic desire, but because I knew it would be seconds before I was take her place.  She shuddered and pushed Johnny away.  I was almost certain she hadn't had an orgasm, but she wanted to get away from Johnny before there was any danger he might have one.  She couldn’t take any chances that a premature release might contaminate her with his sperm.

 

She shot me a look of pain, then a silent plea that I wasn't sure I understood.  I knew she didn't want me to be with Johnny, but I think she wanted him to be so occupied that he wouldn't think about what she was doing upstairs.  I tried to convey in my smile that while I was going to do this, I had no desire for her husband.

 

Aloud I said, "Edna, I think that perhaps you might be more comfortable waiting in my chair, why don't we switch places?"

 

I didn't have to look at Rodger to see the tears on his cheeks.  I had never seen Rodger cry and it was like a knife twisting in my guts rolling my intestines into knots.  He was carefully centering his entire attention on the TV, but when I lowered my footrest to get out of my recliner, I saw him squeeze his eyes shut.

 

Edna had been sitting in the middle of the couch next to Kristin.  I couldn’t do that and motioned for Johnny to move over letting me sit next to what was now Kristin's chair.  He reached over, squeezed Kristin's hand and made a space for me to sit next to him.

 

I was only thirty-four, but Johnny had been coming over to our house since he was in pre-school.  Edna and Kristin had been friends and soccer teammates forever.  Edna and Johnny were only a year ahead of Kristin in school, and despite what I'd just seen, I couldn't think of him as anything other than the little kid I'd made jelly sandwiches. I couldn't believe that I was sitting down next to him to be a wife substitute.

 

It wasn't until that second that I remembered that Col. Brown had said he wanted me, "leaking from all three places," or he wouldn't be back for me or for Kristin.  I do oral for Rodger all the time.  I've never let him come in my mouth, and I don't do deep throat.  I tried once but I ended up throwing up.  Still, as long as he doesn't force it too deep, I enjoy it.  I like the way it gets him excited.  My girlfriends think it's odd that I don't like him to go down on me.  I'm so sensitive down there that his tongue tickles me, and I'm so scared I might pee on him; it makes me a nervous wreck.

 

Now, I was going to have to let Johnny cum in my mouth, and something I've never done with Rodger--- anal!  I did let him try once, but it hurt me so much, even before he got it in that he stopped without my asking.  I was so grateful, his concern for my feelings is one of the things I love about him.  Now I was going to have to accept that pain from Johnny.  What's more I was going to have to do it with my husband in the same room.  Somehow, I was going to have to find a way to keep from showing that pain or it would kill Rodger, or he'd kill Johnny!

 

We sat on the couch for several minutes watching the DVD.  The machine was set to repeat, but was so monotonous that I wasn't sure if it had yet.  Johnny's hands were in his lap and mine were in mine.  I was so upset just thinking about what I had to do, that I was almost trembling.  Because I was distracted, it took me several minutes to realized that Johnny was trying to edge away from me, our hips weren't touching anymore.

 

I'm almost never an aggressor with Rodger.  I don't have to be.  Frankly, I love the feeling of being wanted and I always respond to it.  I took a deep breath, and shifted, trying not to let Kristin see what I was doing.  There was no way I could make mad unrestrained sex, much less wild if unwanted adultery, with my daughter sitting on the same couch with me.

 

"Kristin, do you think that you could bring your father that special bottle of Scotch from the bar?  The one in the round tube, and while you're up would you bring me a light blanket?  I'm afraid I'm a little cold.  And, uh, you might want to bring yourself a cushion, I'm feeling a bit tired and I might stretch out here on the couch."

 

It was the thinnest fiction, but it was the best I could do.  I'd never seen Rodger drink to get drunk, but I hoped it wouldn't take him long.  I decided we'd wait until he passed out, and Edna left.  Even if Kristin was still in the same room, I could use the blanket to hide what I was doing from her.  As she left, I switched sides, so I could turn my back to Rodger when the expected began.

 

What I didn't expect was for Johnny to lean over a whisper him my ear, "Mrs. D, I hate what I'm going to do.  I don't ever want another woman except Edna, but he told me I have to use you when I want Edna, that I have to cum in you.  This is making me sick at my stomach, especially in to do it front of Mr. D and Edna but I don't have a choice."  He made a sound that was half a choke and half a sob, "Him wanting Edna makes me kind of proud in a strange way, and we wanted children right away.  It's why we were getting married so young; with our trust funds, it's not like we have to wait until I can earn a living.  I'm sorry as hell about our wedding night, and I resent that he made me come here with her, but this … with you, is sick;  it's like doing it with my mom."

 

I understood exactly what he was saying, and would have told him so if I wasn't holding my tongue between my teeth to avoid making a sound.  As soon as he'd moved to whisper in my ear, his hand had moved to cup my right breast.  When he finished talking, he moved down to kiss my neck.  At the touch of his lips I jumped so hard I almost bit my tongue off.  I was as rigid as a board, and I felt like if I moved I'd shatter, shooting splinters all over the room.  I turned my head fractionally and I could see the muscles in Rodger’s jaw clench and unclench.

 

My right hand flew to cover my mouth, like a little girl who accidentally said a bad word.  Although Rodger was staring straight ahead, I know he was watching.  His lips began to move and I knew he was cursing under his breath.  He'd been told to be quiet and he was following orders, but he was scaring me.  Johnny began to fondle my breast and my nipple.  Because of the coolness of the room that nipple was already hard.  I couldn't bear the thought that Rodger might think I was responding to Johnny.  Johnny was trying to be sexy, but while he wasn't hurting me, it felt like the technician positioning me for my last mammogram.  He kissed my neck, right below my ear, a place I've hated to be kissed since a boy, whose name I've mercifully forgotten, licked me there in the sixth grade.  At that time I'd run screaming to the teacher for a towel to wipe off the germs.  With Johnny, it made my skin crawl and I wanted to turn and bite his head off.

 

I took a deep mental breath.  This wasn't going to work, I not only had to get very intimate, I had to do a good job.  Johnny was enough of a gentleman that he'd no doubt be very complimentary of my "performance" even if I acted like a dead log.  However, I knew right down to my bones that he would be honest, to a fault, when he answered questions by Col. Brown, no matter what its effect on Kristin and me.  I'd never been good at faking passion; Rodger was so good I didn't have to.  He could still make me wet just by locking eyes and cocking an eyebrow wickedly.

 

I suddenly had a horrible image of what my future would be like if I were to go through with all this only to have Col. Brown use my lack of enthusiasm as a reason not to give Kristin and me a baby!  The thought didn't do a thing for my passion but it did wonders for my motivation.  Rodger could only forgive what I was doing if we won in the end.  I glanced at him again, and he was the picture of a man absorbed in a TV show – except for those muscles clenching and un-clenching in his jaw.  I used my right hand to adjust my jacket to shield what Johnny was doing to my breast.  It was the smallest of fig leaves, but it let me pretend that Rodger didn't see.  I bit my lower lip and tried to enjoy the mauling of my boob.

 

It only took a second to realize that would never work.  As soon as I opened my jacket, Johnny began jiggling my boob like it molded Jell-O.  I pressed my jacket into his hand, forcing him to stop playing with me like the kid he was.  His response was to pinch my nipple, something else that I hate.  They are so sensitive I can barely stand to have Rodger lick them.  I love the feeling when he takes in a mouthful of me and that sort of hard contact, but pinching them is just painful, not sexy.  I couldn't contain a small yelp and I saw Rodger whip his head around, his eyes boring holes into Johnny.  He didn't say anything, he just stared hard, his eyes narrowing, his lips thinning.

 

I didn't have to hear him say the words, 'That's my woman you're manhandling and if you hurt her you'll answer to me,' to get the message loud and clear.

 

I felt Johnny tense and I heard him swallow hard.  I had to grab his hand to keep him from moving it off my breast.

 

When I did, I saw Rodger nod curtly to Johnny turn back and resume his fascination with the second or third showing of the very short porn DVD.  Johnny acknowledging that I wasn't a toy, unceremoniously and a bit defiantly moved his hand from my breast to my legs.  I had them crossed but he jammed his hand between them a few inches below my crotch.  The last thing I needed was for Johnny to take out his anger at Rodger's rebuke on me.  I was determined that we would never see Johnny or Edna after this night, but I couldn't afford for the two men to erupt into open warfare.

 

As Johnny pushed harder I uncrossed my legs and allowed his hand to shoot up and cup my mound.  He was gouging me, and it was very uncomfortable.  I felt my face turn scarlet as something in Johnny's body language let me know Rodger was watching Johnny's hand touch me where no one but Rodger had ever touched me.  I'm not sure what I would have done if Kristin hadn't finally gotten back with Rodger's Scotch and a light blanket for me.  She hadn't brought a cushion for herself, instead she had a small pillow and second light blanket.  She wrapped herself up, turned her back to us and pretended to be trying to go to sleep.  For the first time since Johnny had touched me, I looked over at Edna.  She had tears streaming down her face and mouthed, "Sorry," when she saw me looking at her.

 

Johnny had his back to her but some reaction from me must have let him know what Edna was doing.  He turned and looked at her.

 

She whispered, "Not like that Johnny, Mrs. D doesn't deserve that, don't make it harder on her.  You understand what I need to do, I understand what you need to do, and what she has to do for Kristin.  It's not her fault."

 

Johnny actually blushed, the pressure on my twat stopped being hostile.  Twisting so I had my back to my husband I covered us both in the blanket then I pulled him to me and gave him the best kiss I had.  I let my tongue slip between his lips and tenderly explored his mouth.  When his tongue responded I did my best to caress it.  Steeling my nerve, I moved my right hand down to his crotch and I felt his erection.  He broke our kiss and gave me the funniest expression.  It took me several seconds to understand. I realized that Col. Brown had said I was a slut, and Johnny was afraid he didn't 'measure up.'

 

I leaned into him, pressed my mouth to his ear and whispered so that only he could hear, "It's very nice, I'm going to enjoy my time with this."

 

I gave it a gentle squeeze.

 

I felt him relax.  Johnny had no way of knowing that this was only the second penis I had ever taken into my hand.  It was a little smaller than my husband’s, but I had no idea if it was nice or not.

 

I whispered, "Johnny, I'm not a slut, I never have been;  you'll be my second.  I would never do this except for Col. Brown, but it is going to happen so let's just make the best of it."

 

I felt him relax a little more, and his finger caressed my slit through my designer slacks.  Now, his touch was different … firm but gentle.  I sighed very softly, I wasn't being turned on yet, but at least he'd stopped turning me off.  I sensed motion behind me and twisted just enough to see my husband take another long swig from his bottle.  He wasn't chugging it, quite, but it was a heck of a way to treat two-hundred dollar a bottle Scotch.

 

Johnny snaked his other arm around behind me, pulling me to him.  I felt his hand move under my blouse and cup the same breast he'd mauled earlier.  This touch was also different, he was taking my measure as a woman.  His hand was warm and his touch was sure.  His eyes met mine and they let me know that he liked what I had.  That knowledge sent a small shiver to the center of my sex.  We kissed again, and I remembered seeing a fire starting demonstration with flint and steel as a young girl scout.  The leader hadn't created a single spark but a whole shower of hot embers.  Deep inside I felt the first glow of an ember; this young man, barely past the age of scouting might get an indecent fire going yet.

 

Johnny lifted my blouse and ducked his head to take my breast into his mouth.  His lips were warm and as his tongue probed my nipples;  I was struck by how different it felt from when Rodger suckled me.  I ran my fingers through his hair drawing him to me, and I couldn't help but think that he was young enough that I might have nursed him as an infant.  That thought was as effective as a bucket of cold water on the sexual flames I'd been trying to build.  I squeezed his penis through his pants.  There could be no more effective reminder that the mouth at my breast wasn't an infant's, but it didn't help.

 

Touching the skin of Rodger's cock was always a turn on for me.  Feeling the heat of it in my hand always ignited my fires.  Summoning my courage, I unzipped him.  At first I tried to do it slowly so as not to make noise.  However, as each tooth unsnapped it sounded like a Las Vegas dealer shuffling a deck of cards.  Reaching inside, I found the opening in his boxers and a second later, I touched it.

 

I felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden, my eyes were suddenly opened.  This cock was going be inside me.  It was going to be a part of me and my vagina cringed at the thought.  I almost gagged and my anus puckered as I remembered again where else this cock was going in a few minutes.  Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheek, and I knew that I would not be able to summon true passion.  I would do my mechanical best, but I didn't want this thing inside me, and I certainly didn't want what came out of it.  I just wanted this whole day to be over.

 

Johnny was searching for the zipper to my slacks, so I released his cock and reached behind me to unsnap and unzip.  It was a little difficult to do one handed, but I managed.  I never thought about what Rodger was seeing as my pants opened.  I did however, look into Edna's eyes and her tears matched my own.  I couldn't stand to face her and I twisted, pulling Johnny with me so I faced the TV again.

 

Johnny's hand slipped into my opened pants.  I felt it glide over my pubic hair and I opened my legs to allow him to touch my most private of places.  I managed to keep the blanket pulled about my neck, as I felt Johnny's finger find my opening.  I didn't realize that the blanket was resting on top of his hand, that Rodger could see every motion as Johnny fingered me.  Johnny's head was covered but the outline was clearly over my breast and blanket didn't cover the wet sounds of his mouth.

 

Unaware of the spectacle I was providing, I opened my legs further to give him room.  I wasn't completely dry, but if it had been Rodger's finger I would have asked him to wet it.  But if it had been Rodger's finger, there would have been no need to ask him to use his saliva.  Using what moisture I had, Johnny twirled my clit and it wasn't quite painful.  I pressed my hand on his to show him I wanted him to finger me more, to get me wetter before he tried to stimulate me that way.

 

As he pushed into me again, I grabbed his cock and I tried to think of times when I'd been especially turned on.  The finger inside me pinched that sensitive skin, and my mind snapped back to the first time Rodger and I … I started to say made love, but the fact is that we fucked like rabbits.  We'd gone down to Galveston and were at his family's beach house.  We'd had Chinese delivered and were on the couch watching some silly movie.  I had been wearing slacks that day too, and they were on the floor with my panties.  The subject of birth control never came up.  Rodger thought any college girl would be on the pill and I thought you couldn't get pregnant your first time.  As Rodger had entered me, my hymen tore.  It had felt like a little pinch but I was so hot I didn't even flinch.  Rodger was so hot he pounded me like a two-dollar whore and we both loved it.

 

It was only after we were finished that I realized that I'd bled like a stuck pig.  Rodger was so apologetic and embarrassed.  We had to get cleaning fluid to keep the couch from staining.  We used a towel the next time, but it wasn't needed.  Kristin was conceived that first time.  The rest of the time Rodger used condoms but it was a case of closing the barn door after the horses were out … hmmm that is a strange backwards metaphor, but remembering the episode had gotten me wet and Johnny's finger now circling my clit felt almost good.

 

Being careful to keep the blanket over me, I shifted and lifted to get my slacks and my thong off.  Again, I never thought about what the image of those clothes on the floor looked like to our respective mates.

 

While I was taking mine off, Johnny unbuckled and unbuttoned then pushed his pants and boxers down to uncover what I needed.  I crawled over him and grasped his cock.  He was wetter than I, and I used that moisture to get my slit wet.  Looking over the top of his head, I positioned his little head at my opening.  I didn't want to see his face, and I certainly didn't want to see any of the other people in the room.  I pushed down, feeling my vaginal lips separate as he began to enter me.  As his head pushed into my intimate passage, I felt my walls expand, and my skin pinch.  I was still dry, and this was more painful than losing my virginity.  I concentrated on my memories as I bobbed trying to use his moisture to wet me.  I pulled back fractionally, then pushed down on him so I could get more of his unwanted cock into me.  After a dozen painful little jabs, when he was about half way in, my own juice finally released.  I've always been what Rodger calls a juicer, and now I needed every drop.

 

It seemed an eternity later when my bottom rested on his legs, I got no clitoral stimulation in this position, and I was going to have to do all the work to make him cum.  Still, I could use the springs in the couch to help me bounce on him when he got close.  I lifted my blouse and offered my breasts to him.  He cupped my right and took my left into his mouth.  I pulled his head to me as I took long strokes almost pulling off him before I would push all the way down to his legs.  The third or fourth time I did that, I clearly heard the slapping sound of my bottom on his legs and I was too embarrassed to continue.

 

I gritted my teeth; I hated the feeling of him inside me, but the only way to get him out was to give him the pleasure of my body.  Yet I refused to let my husband hear the wet sounds of our joining and think that I was getting any pleasure from this.  With all of him inside me, I began to rotate my pelvis in the classic fuck motion, but I wasn't sure I was giving him enough stimulation to cum.  Certainly, it wasn't doing a thing for me.  His hand and mouth on my boobs felt nice but his cock might just as well have been a turd inside me.

 

It was at that moment that I had a visual image of what I was doing.  I had another man inside me, I was rutting like a bitch in heat and both our mates were less than six feet away.  I also remembered for the first time that my daughter was hearing everything too.  I stopped moving my hands covering my face in shame.  As I stopped, I became aware for the first time that Johnny was thrusting up into me, or perhaps he started when I stopped.  His movements were frantic and almost before I understood what was happening I felt the first spurts of his orgasm.

 

I'll never know where the impulse came from, but I literally hopped off him and the couch.  I fell to my knees and showing more coordination than I'd ever shown in my whole life, I got my mouth around his cock in time for the last spurt to land on my tongue.  I used my teeth to scrap it onto my lips before I wiped it off with a tissue.  I used the same tissue to clean the leakage between my legs.

 

By the time I'd finished my brain had caught up with what I was doing and I whispered very softly so Rodger couldn’t hear, " Col. Brown was just using a euphuism with his ‘leaking’ comment, an extremely crude way to say that I was totally available to you.  What just came to me was that while I have to fulfill the letter of his orders, I don’t have to do it literally.  Johnny, I understand that I need to have you cum in all three places in me, but that doesn't mean that we have to do this three times.  Or that somehow I have to hold your sperm in my mouth.

 

His eyes got big and for the first time a wry grin split his face, speaking in a normal voice he said, "No, and while he told me I had to use you, there's no reason that what the junk  has to be mine!"

 

That hit me like a thunderbolt.  I'd only been worried that it wouldn't be possible to get Johnny to three orgasms in the time that we had available.  I couldn't look at Rodger;  I had just acknowledged that I had another man's semen coming out of my mouth and vagina.  I still needed to have anal sex to fulfill my command but unless Rodger took the initiative, I would never have the courage to approach him.  I know how irrational that sounds, but it wasn’t a rational time.  My husband will help me to an orgasm with his fingers if I don’t come while he’s inside me, but he’s always very careful not to finger me when I’m ‘messy.’  Now I was messy from another man.  I didn’t want to have anal sex with Johnny, and I had to have anal sex.  As ridiculous as it sounds I couldn’t ask Rodger to take me that way, because I was too embarrassed and I was afraid I would gross him out.

 

"Mary, I'm a little chilly, would you mind sharing your blanket?  You could sit in my lap if you'd like."

 

His voice was carefully neutral and it showed only a hint of the scotch he'd consumed.

 

My heart felt like the weight of the world had been lifted.

 

"I need to go to the bathroom, but I'll be right back."

 

I wrapped the blanket around me and hurried to the half bath just off the den.  I did need to pee, but I mainly wanted to wash my mouth and my bottom before I went to my husband.  As horrible as all this was, he was my rock, and I thought this meant we were okay.

 

As I was finishing, I heard Edna, get up from her recliner and say, "I think I'm going to go upstairs and use the bathroom."

 

She then quietly left the room.  I hoped Col. Brown was ready for her.

 

The first thing I noticed as I crawled onto my husband's lap was that he was completely soft.  The second thing I noticed was that he turned his face away when I tried to kiss him.  I could feel tears well up again and I buried my face in his neck I was so ashamed.

 

He whispered in my ear, "Why don't you use that sweet mouth of yours on my cock, and then we'll see if I can help you with your little problem."

 

His voice carried that same carefully neutral tone, like a drunk trying to convince a cop that he hadn't been weaving.  It was not the voice of a loving husband, and it wasn't the tone that I'd ever heard in our bedroom.

 

I’m not exactly sure what I’d expected from Rodger, I knew we’d both be a bit inhibited having anal sex in front of others.  I think it was because I needed to be loved so much by him at that moment that it hit me so hard.  I wanted to be re-assured, to be cherished to be loved and I’d gotten more attention from Johnny.  I didn’t understand, and I began to cry … again.

 

I couldn't see his expression through my tears and in the dim light, but I couldn't miss the way he was pushing me off his lap.  I felt a cold vacuum where my heart was supposed to be as I fell to my knees and waited for him to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip.  I kept telling myself that no matter how bad this coldness from my husband was, it was better than having to do this with Johnny.

 

I was battling my tears as I lowered my head to take him in my mouth.  I don't remember him ever being this soft or this small.  If it hadn’t been his scent, I might have thought I had a stranger in my mouth.  It felt so unnatural to have all of him in my mouth and have room to spare.  I wasn't sure what to do!  I'd always had to bob to get all of him in, even when he was soft.  Now it was like he'd shrunk and all I could think to do was to roll it around in my mouth with my tongue.

 

For almost two full minutes, nothing happened, and then when I was sucking with all my might, I felt a twitch.  I redoubled my efforts to wrap my tongue all the way around it while pressing my lips as tight as I could.  It twitched again and it was the size I was accustom to having when he was soft.  Now I was on familiar ground, I knew what to do.  Although it took longer than I ever remember in the past, I was able to get him to full hardness.

 

For the first time I looked up to see how he was responding and he was looking into space.  I bit my lower lip.  My every instinct was to bolt from the room.  To bury myself in my pillow and cry myself to death, but I wasn't allowed.  I had the blanket wrapped around me like a skirt, and I held it as I slowly stood.  He still wasn't looking at me and I couldn't hold back a sob.  Trying to feel like a robot on remote control, I turned so I had my back to him.  I wet two fingers and rubbed them on my anus.  Then, shifting the blanket so I could present my bare bottom to him, I maneuvered into position.  Gripping his cock, I sat back into his lap guiding it to my virgin ass.

 

The tip pushed into me and there was a terrible pain, but it was nothing to the pain I was feeling where my heart should have been.  I pushed out like I was trying to fart, a girlfriend had told me that would help and it slipped inside me.  I had to stop several times to let my rectum adjust to his size but once he was in me, it wasn't as uncomfortable as I had always imagined.  In fact I might have enjoyed the full feeling if Rodger had so much as put his hands on my hips.  Instead, his hand clutched the arms of his recliner, his knuckles white.  He never made a sound or said a single word.

 

I used my legs to 'bounce' as soon as I felt I'd adjusted to the intrusion, and again, mercifully, I felt my husband cum just minutes after I started.  Using my last reserves of willpower, I waited until I felt him give his last twitch then I stood, wrapped the blanket around me and fled to the bathroom, where I curled up on the floor and cried.  My husband had just treated me worse than he would a whore off the street.  I almost, almost wished I’d done it with Johnny.

 

I don't know how long I was in there, at least forty-five minutes.  Long enough for the mess on my thighs to dry and cake.  When gained a measure of control, I used a washrag and the sink to clean up part of the mess.  I had to move to the toilet to finish.  I wasn't leaking from Johnny, I don't thing he actually got much inside me.  My rectum was burning and I felt like I had a touch of the runs.  I must have used a half roll of paper.  The real problem came when I tried to clean my face.  Every time I looked in the mirror, a new crying jag would overtake me and that led to farts, which meant I had to clean myself all over again.

 

When I finally got control of myself, I came back out to the den and everyone was gone!  I felt a stab of terror and my mind couldn't deal with what my eyes were seeing.  I think I screamed, because the next thing I knew Kristin was there holding me.

 

"It's okay mom, Col Brown's gone, Edna and Johnny are gone too.  Dad is upstairs getting cleaned up.  I was just activating the security system.  Col. Brown gave us a number to call when we're ready.  Everything is fine he’s going to give us what we want.."

 

Everything was not fine; my husband had just told me he didn't love me, even if he hadn't spoken a word.  I'd been humiliated and I didn't know how I was going to stand it.  Thank God that Rodger walked in at that second and took me in his arms.

 

"Mary, my sweet Mary, we're going to get through this, I know you're upset, I'm upset too.  I love you, but I need to be alone for a little bit.  Kristin going to stay with you, I'm going down to the gym and work off a bit of mad, then I'll join you if you want.  We'll talk tomorrow."

 

He released me and walked away.  It was only then that I realized how stiffly and unnaturally he'd held me.  His body had spoken much louder than his voice.

 

I blinked hard, twice as I realized something else.  Rodger had used a tone of voice I've only heard three times in our marriage.  All three times, it was in the middle of huge fights and he told me he was leaving for a drive, and if I tried to stop him, he would use force.  I never know when to stop in a fight and those few times I'd gone too far and Rodger needed to get away and cool down.  Each time he'd driven off and come back a few hours later and we'd worked things out.

 

Now, I needed desperately for him to hold me to tell me he was coming back.  I felt so filthy and I needed him to help me get clean.  I broke down when he turned the corner without looking back.

 

Kristin was supporting me with her arms when she whispered, "Come on mom, let's get you into a shower, you smell a bit rank and you'll feel better when you're clean.  Then we'll talk;  daddy's not going to leave, but you can understand why he might want to be alone for a bit, surely."

 

Honestly, I didn't want to understand, I wanted my rock with me to support me and I hated myself when I broke down and cried the way I was now.  I was very sore, but I also needed for my husband to make love to me.  I wasn't horny in a way I'd ever been before, but I'd been asked to choose between a first class round the world cruise and my husband inside me … there just wouldn't be a decision to make.  I still felt that terrible emptiness inside, and only Rodger inside me could fill it.

 

When you have no choice, you can do things you never though possible.  I would not have believed I could walk, even with Kristin's help, up the stairs and then to our bedroom suite.  I'm sure I couldn't take off my blouse and jacket, much less find a way into the shower.  Kristin literally held me up as the hot water pulsed over me.  I had no more strength than a baby as she began to use the shower wand to clean me.  It didn't even register at the time that she used the hardest setting and for all practical purposes gave me an enema and douche.  She washed my hair and my face, then moved me into our two-man tub with underwater jets.  Kristin joined me and as I let the water pulse over me, I felt my mind go mercifully blank.

 

I'm not sure I slept, but when I became aware of my surroundings again, Kristin was giving me a cup of coffee made with twice the cream and three times the sugar that any sane person puts in, just the way I like it.  I still felt extreme ennui, but I'd recovered from the seamless void I'd retreated into.  I wasn't even aware that my eyes had never stopped crying.

 

Kristin helped me out of the tub and dried me off with one of the big fluffy towels I love, then helped me into my favorite nightgown, the one I call my Mother Hubbard.  I know I was acting catatonic, but actually, I felt more like when they'd given me too much pain medicine after Kristin was born.  Except that then, even with the all the body changes, I hadn't felt as empty inside.

 

I think Kristin was leading me to bed when I felt Rodger's arms around me and his cheeks next to my neck.

 

His cheek was wet, which made no more sense than when he said, "Mary, I'm so sorry, I've always thought I was strong enough for anything, but I wasn't strong enough to keep from raping you."

 

I whirled and I slapped him so hard my hand stung.  I had no idea I was going to do that, but I certainly knew why.

 

 "Don't you ever use that term for what you did!  Is that why you wouldn't hold me or love me?  Didn't you know how much I wanted you then?  Do you think it mattered where?  Oh you damn fool!"

 

I thrust my self into his arms, and much to my surprise I cried.  I know it's hard to believe but I probably had only cried two dozen times since I got married, but these were tears of relief.  What Johnny had done to me was a kind of rape, not by Johnny but by Col. Brown.  What my dear Rodger had done was an act of kindness.

 

I don't remember Kristin leaving but Rodger and I were in bed alone.  He told me that the anger he'd needed to work off hadn't been at me but at himself.  He told me that Col. Brown had come and apologized to him, and to Johnny.  He'd offered to talk to me but Kristin had begged him not to.  “Mary, I don’t understand it, I accept that he’s a better man than I, but I don’t understand how I react to him.  When we were in the den and … and Johnny and I were doing what we did, I was resolved to kill him.  I knew I couldn’t do it myself, but I swore that if it took every dollar I had or could borrow I’d hire enough people to kill him.  Then, Edna came down and he talked to Johnny and I saw Johnny slug me, then they shook hands and they left smiling.  Seeing that smile I was almost ready to kill Johnny too.  I don’t want that man in my house, ever.  Edna’s welcome, but he’s not.  It’s not his fault, but …

 

Rodger, took several seconds to compose himself, then continued, “He came over to me and we talked about the child you and I are going to have, to raise.  He made me feel proud of what we’re going to do, and I felt so sorry for him.

 

"I'm not sure what's going on with him Mary, I don't think he understands it either.  He said that he had been reacting to everything like he hadn't slept in three days.  He gave me the most heart felt apology I've ever heard.  He forced me to spill the spleen I’d bottled up over what he’d done.  He almost had tears in his eyes and asked what he could do to make it right.  He gave me a blank check on himself, and it was everything I could do to keep from tearing up.  Then he forced me to slug him in the gut.  It felt like I was hitting a brick wall but I was able to forgive him.  I never had to forgive you, you didn't do anything wrong.  I just wish I'd had …"

 

I'd never hit my husband, except for that slap but I did then.  I hit him as hard as I could in his stomach.  He wasn't expecting it and he curled up into the fetal position for almost a minute.

 

When our eyes met, I said, "Since that seemed to help you with Col. Brown maybe this will help you with me.  I will allow you to apologize, one time for being a bad lover in the den, I will not hear of anything else!  If you ever try to imply what you did earlier, my next shot will be lower … and I don't want to cut off my nose to spite my face."

 

I knew I'd hurt Rodger, but as the last words registered I saw that gleam in his eye that told me he understood.  We made love, it was very private and it was wonderful.  Just before Rodger entered me I had asked him to give us a baby and we made love to make life.  That's a special tenderness that can only happen when you first make that decision.

 

I was still on the pill and I know intellectually that I didn't get pregnant that night.  I got pregnant two weeks later while Rodger was on a week-long business trip.  I'm glad I'd talked to Edna and knew what to expect.  I've been more emotionally involved in a pap smear. 

 

I was nervous when I answered the door for Col. Brown.  He was a stranger and he felt like a stranger, not someone coming to share my body and give me a child.  I had prepared a guest suite with candles and soft music just in case he wanted them, but I don’t think they even registered on him.  We went up to a guest suite, and we didn’t even hold hands.  He told me to lift my dress and take off my panties.  He twirled his finger to show me that I was to turn around.  He told me spread my legs, bend over and brace myself on a chair.

 

I’ve already said that I don’t enjoy oral sex.  So the closest I came to any emotion was when he kneeled behind me intending to do just that.  I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to prepare myself.  As odd as it sounds his tongue lapping and mashing my twat lips wasn’t even sexual.  A different texture and I might have been washing myself with a flannel.  He seemed more interested in working his saliva into me than in sexual stimulation.  I felt that pinch that I knew was ovulation, and I must have reacted, because he asked me if I’d just ovulated.  He stood used his hands to adjust me for his entry and pushed into me.  I was surprised that his entry was very easy, I was so lose I could barely feel him.  He wasn’t small, the largest of my small sample, but I would have sworn I would have been very dry and very tight.  As soon as he was fully inside me,  he came.  Normally I would have thought it was a case of premature ejaculation, but as he pulled out I heard him mumble, something I couldn’t quite hear, and somehow I knew that he’d come to expect sex to be nothing but minimalist procreation.  I went to the bathroom to clean up and when I came out, he was gone.  It was the oddest experience I’ve ever had, and I don’t just mean sexual experience. 

 

He had apologized when he came in the door and aside from instructions on taking off my panties; the only things he'd said to me were about loving the child.  I would have been devastated if he hadn’t come, but I was very glad he was gone.  I've said I don't cry, but when I heard the longing in his voice for a child, he promised never to see … well to use a tired old phrase, "I felt his pain."

 

That was a week ago, and my period is a week late.  I had been due to start the day after Col. Brown and I ‘got together.’  I talked to Dr. Dickson about it and she said she thought that an enzyme in Col. Brown’s body fluids acts like a fertility drug causing women to ovulate.  I don’t know abut that I just am sure I did.  Johnny and Edna are back from their honeymoon and she is pregnant.  So is Kristin, yesterday, just after midnight on her eighteenth birthday.  I keep trying to be unhappy about that, but I can't be.  We have the resources to raise that child, and any man that Kristin marries would have to accept a cuckoo in his nest anyway, so this might make it easier.  Honestly, I'm more upset that she'll be having a little girl than a little boy.  I had no idea she was sexual active.  Rodger has had a few bad days, I have had a few nightmares about what happened in the den, but none since Col. Brown apologized to me.  Call me Pollyanna, but I believe that tests that don't break you make you stronger.  We have three wonderful little girls coming into our lives that will truly be special, probably the top three babies born this year worldwide!  On the scales of my life, that joy is like a cannon ball and the pain is like a feather.  The only one I really feel sorry for is Col. Brown.  I don't like him very much, but I do feel sorry for him.

 

 

 

 

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Slowly taking control

martystinger on Mind Control Stories

Smatt was a loser. he never really had a real girlfriend the only reall thing he was good at was computer and manipulation. He was 13 about 5 5 kinda attractive but he had something witht his teeth that really turned the girls away

He always jacked off at night thinking about the hottest girls in his school Megan Alohi Ashlynn all very ver hot girls. He was always to shy to talk to them and ask them out.

matthew had a stepbrother he kinda looked up to he always got the hot girls and he had caought him fuck them a few times. Later he asked them how he gets those girls and he simply said, " i use this illigal drug i picked up in mexico a couple months ago. wha

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t it does is it gives you control of the girls mind temporarirly but really its all up to the girl. "what do you mean its up to the girls?" "here" he said take 2 and give em to some girl ull see what i mean"

about 2 weeks later matthew was in his boring school not paying attention to his boring class except staring at the hot girls ass who sat in front of him. But he did here something when the teacher assigned group projects  o shit he though now i gotta do a stupid project and fail probly... he was surprised when he herd that he was grouped with Alohi and Megan " hell ya he thought"

after class megan came up to him and said meet me and alohi at my house after school so we can get this stupid thing done "ok" matt said.

when he got dropped off at megans house he walked in and rememberd he had those 2 pills his stepbrother had given him and thought this may be his chance. the door opened "come on in said megan i told my parents we wud be working on the project for about 2 hours so they went out. "cool" matt said "wud u like some soda?" " sure" megan led him to the living room and there was alohi the hottest hawian girl he had ever seen kinda short with dark brown hair and the best ass a guy cud ever fuck" as he sat down megan set down 3 cans of soda for them then she said " mattt me and alohi have to go upstairs for a minute cud  u hold on?" uhh o..k? said matt " she laughed just hold on a min" "ok" they walked up and matt new this was the chance he had to do it he quickly pulled out of his bag the two pills and put them into each of the girls drinks he hoped that they were quick dissolving. he sat there getting a hard on just thinking about if it worked.

When they came back they sat there drank soda and talked about the project matt was talking to alohi at the time when suddenly he saw her eyes blink 3 times fast" "are you ok she said" she said yaa i just feel a little weird" "me too said megan" Matt smiled and knew it was working" he then looked at megan and said "megan your so fucking hot" and quickly leaned in for a kiss" the pill over took her and she and him kissed for about 4 mins matt then grabbed her breast and squezed it. "HEY!" she said what are u doing she pushed his hand away "what" matt said " you dont like it" NO! she said "but you do like it" she then had a quick look like she was unsure of herself" he then leaned in for a kiss and they started kissing again" Megan was going out with a boy named kevin they havnt had sex but word around the school was that they were planning too

Megan said :" stop if kevin finds outt..." matt then said " you are quickly forgetting about kevin and replacing those thoughts for lust for me" she then said "no what is going on" matt said" nothign you have always felt this way for me hvnt you" Megan said " no" " matt then started to finger megan  "no she said with her certanty gettting weaker and weaker" "No? said matt you want it this is what you want" "oo" she moaned "megan" said alohi what are u doing?" Matt quickly looked at alohi and said "you are forgetting everything and replacing all your memorys and thoughts with lust for me and megan you want us to fuck you and you want to fuck us so bad" alohi said"no" "no" no" matt moved in and grabbed her breats and kissed her "yes" said matt" "matt fu fuc.. fuck me" said alohi: "alohi" said mat "yes?" "tell me that you want to give me control u want to let me do whatever i want to you" "i want you to do whatever you want to me mat i want ur body" said alohi

by this time megan was already fingering herself

I will continue if i get good comments or w.e

email comments to mrty_stinger@yahoo.com

Electro-rape

raburgeson on Mind Control Stories

This is very short but sometimes you are very lucky to just come up short.

 

I'm quite excited. I couldn't find parking close to the greek restaurant

were I am to meet a man that self descibes himself as a payed dark

government rapist. This should be the best interview ever in the history

of my life.

the place was packed. My feelings started a downturn, Thinking he wasn't

going to divulge much in here I sat down at the booth were a single man

motioned me.

I started by asking, I know I can't use your real name so what should I

call you.

He said you can call me Dime, spelled like the coin.

He said, "We have time to eat, we don't have to rush this.

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"

He called a waitress and I ordered a large Greek fry and a Coke.He had

what appeared to be a Hot Beef sandwich with french fries with gravy on

them and a cup of coffee.

While the waitress was gone I asked him what part of the government he

worked for.

Dime replied Just consider it a subsidary of the NSA. He nodded and we

stayed quite while the watress delivered the Coke.

I asked how large is the area you work in.

Dime, Just this small city and it's suburbs.

I saw the Greek fries on the way, we clammed up for a little.

After the waitress left I asked do you rape a lot of people?

Dime every one put on my list, some of them for weeks at a time.

How do you keep this out of the news papers?

Dime, It's very easy, I'm not physically there, the victums think they are

going nuts or being attacked by ghosts or demons. They don't say a word

about the rapes to anyone.

I said, You mean to tell me you rape people and aren't even there?

Dime, Oh yes, my crew and I do this electronically. We have the equipment

to make the see and remember what we want and we can broadcast power to

their nervous system and make them feel exactly what we want. Shit we made

a woman give birth to a very large baby six days in a row. That was a

special torture for her because she had a miscarrage the year before.

I said is that the nastiest thing you've ever done.

Dime, No that's just one case. We have the equipment to see through walls.

We tape most of the stuff so it can be used to blackmail or procecute the

victum later. We even take control of people so completely that we can

make them have sex with animals. We can make them forget the nights

torture and give them a false memory that they can almost remember and it

nags at them for the rest of their life. We work six days a week and on

our night off we can go rape anyone we wish for the fun of it, we get so

great videos that way.

I asked, you mean all they give you is a list and collect the videos.

Dime, We get more than a simple list, pictures address, work place.
Yes, all they want is incriminating eveidence. They want a social handle

on the people they target and they get one.

Did your group start this animal sex thing on the net?

Of course not, that type of sex has been around as long as man has, the

internet is the obvious place it was going to become easy to view at.

I asked what rape scenarios do you like the best.

Dime, I like group rapes and best of all I like to rape men as woman.

Forgive me for asking but exactly how does that work.

Dime, All humans have both sexual organ sets. In the case of a man his

female organs are undeveloped but, they are there.

Do you mean to tell me you can rape a man as a woman.

We can not only gang rape a man as a woman we can make the poor bastard

want it to happen again.

Dime, I'm sorry, I'm out of time and I have given you about all I can tell

you. You ask very direct questions and I had to cover everything quite

quickly that way. I'll pick up the check enjoy.

That was the end of the short interview, it was stretched out over twenty

minutes because of traffic to the restroom. I figure I got a real 7

minutes of time in it. But let's look at the bright side that's 7 more

minutes than anyone else has ever gotten. Well I've been looking for

someone like this in an untouchable position. I think I've found one, what

do you think? A guy that never fails from premature ejaculation, he can broadcast

all night long.

Photo Op, a Story of Dominica's Realm

hvnlyhthr on Mind Control Stories

Photo Op, a Story of Dominica's Realm
-- by jessicablank

Up in the mountains... perhaps the American Rockies... there is a community, nestled in a little valley.  Private.  Isolated.  Surrounded by thick forest, it cannot be seen from the nearby road, as you drive past it.  Only from a distance, as you come through the pass and follow the winding mountain road back and forth, descending.  It looks like a little farming village, with fields, orchards, and gardens.  Most of the buildings look utilitarian -- barns, storage sheds, work areas, housing for the "field hands."  A few houses are very large, and fancy -- one might even call them mansions -- sumptuous, as befits their owners.  Because this community is ruled by beautiful, powerful women

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.  One woman in particular -- for this is Mistress Dominica's Realm.
 
There is very little machinery to be seen on this farm, because all the work is done by hand.  By her hypnotically-conditioned slaves, male and female.  Each slave pursues his or her assigned task in a perpetual haze of sexual obsession.  Wanting to serve Mistress.  Desiring Mistress.  Needing to cum.  Perpetually, constantly, relentlessly pushed toward orgasm, aching for release -- which can only happen with Her permission.
 
The farming helps keep the community self-sustaining -- leaving MzDominica free to focus on... other interests.  To administer rewards, and punishments.  To perform little experiments, playing with Her slaves' minds and bodies.
 
One such experiment was in progress inside MzDominica's mansion.  It had been going on for several months, and was showing very great promise indeed...
 
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The lovely jessica slave set the tray on the table near the locked door, and pressed her palm against the light panel on the wall.  She waited a moment, maybe two, until the panel lighted and scanned her fingers and palm for identification.  Dazzled by the light, as she was every time, jessica stared at the panel, waiting until she heard the loud beep that signaled her palm print had been accepted, and the click that told her the door had become unlocked.  She turned the lever, pushed the door in slightly, holding it in place with her bare foot.  Then she picked up the tray, carried it through, and let the door close behind her.
 
Tranced to think she was always wearing ultra-high heels, jessica tip-toed from the door, down the long staircase, to the floor of the underground laboratory.  The jessica's only real clothing was the leather collar around her neck, and the brand high up on her right thigh -- if a brand could be called clothing.  She waited to be acknowledged by Dr. Tiniski, the hypno-psychologist, who was busy examining the trainees in the room and updating her journal.
 
"Day 143.  All subjects continue to do well, remaining deep in trance and at the edge of orgasm."  Dr. Tiniski rubbed her thighs together at that word.  The white lab coat -- her only garment besides her own leather collar and brand -- seemed to feel warmer than usual.  She looked up at the kneeling slaves, arranged in six rows of six slaves each.  "The minimal cereal and fruit diet has proven sufficient to sustain them during the conditioning process, leaving their bodies dependant and their minds weakened and pliant.  Considering that their only activity is to listen to MzDominica's voice on the headphones and watch the conditioning images in the goggles, they clearly do not require much sustenance."  A thick trail of lubrication dribbled slowly down Dr. Tiniski's thighs.  Her right hand set the pen down on the clipboard, and began to reach down between her legs -- but she seemed to forget what she was doing.  She picked up the pen again, and resumed writing.  "Subject number 27 is the first to have achieved the state of rigidity required by Mistress.  While it is still possible to reposition the arms and legs on the other slaves, this one holds his position as if he were a statue."  The doctor didn't realize it, but her hips were gently pumping.  "It does indeed appear likely that the other subjects will attain this mode within a matter of days."  Why was she breathing so hard?
 
Dr. Tiniski looked up... and saw the jessica.  "Ah, is it that time already?" she said.  "You may begin feeding."  The doctor retired to one end of the room and sat down, absent-mindedly crossing her legs and squeezing them together, rhythmically, while she watched the jessica set down the tray, then pick up one of the bowls of oatmeal.  The jessica walked -- so quietly on tip-toe -- from one slave to the next, holding up a spoonful of cereal to the lips of each one.  Like a robot, each slave opened his mouth, let the jessica spoon in the oatmeal, and swallowed.  The jessica completed the first row of six, then returned to the tray and exchanged the empty bowl for a full one.  She proceeded down the next row of six.  Spoon into the oatmeal, hold the spoon up to the lips, wait for the slave to open his mouth, tilt the spoon, mouth closed, pull out the spoon.  Walk to the next slave, repeat.  The jessica's heels never touched the ground.  Tip-toe.  Tip-toe.  High up, on imaginary spiked heels.  One face after another, each one nearly concealed by the goggles over the eyes, the headphones over the ears.  The jessica looked down at the rigid cocks, bulging with cum just about to spurt, the dripping pussies, ready to gush.  She licked her lips, forgot why she was so excited, and walked forward, digging another spoonful of oatmeal out of the bowl.  Her hand shook slightly with her lust, spilling a tiny drop of cereal onto the floor, as she fed the next slave.  Another slave... then another.  End of the row.  All gone.  Back to the tray for another bowl.
 
Eventually, all the bowls were empty.
 
The jessica responded to the trigger, mindlessly, and picked up the tray.  She climbed with it up the staircase.  Tip-toe.  Tip-toe.  Up to the door.  Dr. Tiniski pressed the button that unlocked the door, so the jessica could leave.  The click of the latch told her she was again alone -- with a roomful of slaves.
 
The doctor walked, slowly, down each row.  Examining the slaves.  Making sure each one had actually swallowed his or her cereal.  Making sure no one was so deeply tranced that the slave was simply, mindlessly, holding the dollop of oatmeal in his mouth.  Slave 27 in particular -- he showed such promise, Dr. Tiniski wanted to make sure he was going to be okay.  Step... step... step... inspect.  Look at the blank face, hidden by goggles, hidden by headphones.  This one was okay.  Step... step... step... inspect.  Another slave, doing fine.  Step... step...
 
Dr. Tiniski slipped on the dropped blob of oatmeal.
 
She bumped into slave 19, knocking his goggles and headphones to the floor.
 
The doctor was so worried.  What if this ruined the experiment?  Well, it HAD been set up with extras.  MzDominica needed only twenty-five slaves for what She had planned -- but it would be a shame to lose slave 19 -- who knelt there, so still and quiet.  Dr. Tiniski picked up the goggles to put them back onto the subject.  And she looked inside, seeing the flashing lights.  The visual hypnotic commands.  She could hear MzDominica's voice, through the headphones on the floor.  She needed to cum, so bad.  She needed to hear Mistress' voice.  She needed to kneel on the floor.  Still.  And quiet.  And rigid.  Thinking only of MzDominica.  Thinking only of serving Mistress.  Needing to cum.  Cum.  Cum.  Need to cum.  Need to cum.  She needed to cum.  Almost there.  Right at the edge of orgasm.  Need to cum.  But not without Mistress' command.  Cum.  Need to cum.  On Mistress' command.  Waiting for Her command.  To cum.  To cum.  Cum.  Cum.
 
The next morning, when the jessica pressed her hand against the scanning plate, the door did not open.  As programmed, she reported the incident to her overseer, patti, who sent a couple of male slaves to check it out.  They found Dr. Tiniski and slave 19, both kneeling rigidly, staring into the goggles on the floor, listening to Mistress' voice from the headphones next to them.
 
MzDominica listened to the slaves' report, and decided to leave Dr. Tiniski on the floor where she was.  To replace slave 19's goggles and headphones -- and to fit the doctor with a set herself.
 
The next time a jessica slave tip-toed down the staircase, she had 37 slaves to feed.
 
Day 180 of the experiment arrived, and all the slaves were now completely rigid, including the good doctor.  MzDominica selected twenty-five of the most intensely conditioned slaves, and quietly spoke the special trigger word that made them become loose and relaxed -- so they could be positioned properly.  When She spoke another trigger word, it would lock them in place.
 
One by one, the slaves were led up out of the basement, by tip-toeing jessicas, out into the sunlight which they seemed to notice not at all.  Out in the open.  Under the tall, green pine trees.  Under the bright blue sky.  One by one, the slaves were arranged.  Some facing north.  Some facing south.  Some on the ground.  Some on the backs of other slaves.  MzDominica spoke the trigger word, and they froze in place.  Forming a human throne.  A huge, soft chair, of naked slaves.  Each with one focus in mind -- to cum on MzDominica's command.
 
And centered at the front of the chair, on the ground kneeling, breathing slowly and deeply... was Dr. Tiniski.  Now, a footstool, for Dominica's throne.
 
Several male and female slaves were busy, positioning a digital camera.  Aiming it at the throne, taking focus, and setting it to snap a sequence of images, rapidly, one after another, when Mistress commanded.
 
With everything ready, MzDominica strode toward her throne of slave flesh, resplendent in red leather, Her long blonde hair brushed into a golden aura that surrounded Her beautiful face.  She turned, and sat imperiously on Her throne.  And was pleased that all the slaves were so deeply conditioned, not a gasp of air escaped their lips, not a back or limb gave even slightly under Her smooth, ample form.  She raised her booted feet, and rested them on the back of her footstool, Dr. Tiniski.
 
"Action!" MzDominica commanded.  And the slaves at the camera clicked the button, beginning the capture of images.
 
Mistress announced one additional command:  "Cum!"  And as one, simultaneously, all the slaves groaned, and spasmed, and spurted -- all the slaves in the throne, the footstool, even the slaves running the camera.  Spurted, and squirted, and moaned, and thrust their hips forward, cumming and cumming helplessly in response to Mistress' command.  Juices squirted high into the air.  And fell, in graceful arcs.  "Stop!" She commanded.
 
The next day, people logging into MzDominica's website found a new image.  An animation.  Of Mistress seated on Her throne.  A throne of spasming, writhing bodies, male and female.   A throne which also seemed to be a fountain.
 
A fountain of cum.  Squirting over and over again.
 
Forever.
 
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More stories by jessicablank and more about Dominica's Realm, a role-playing approach to erotic hypnosis, can be found on MzDominica's blog at
http://www.mzdominica.com/blog/

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powers chapters 1 and 2

hornylittlegirl03 on Mind Control Stories

its going to be a long series about a teenager who gets superpowers. i'm sure you can guess what he does with them.

i uploaded chapters 1 and 2 together because chapter 1 is completely exposition. some chapters will be all story but i'll upload them with a sex scene.

i am a girl but i wanted to try writing from a male perspective. these are coming from my erotic daydreams and i'm kinda perverted so these are gonna get kinda weird.

Young Heaven Resort II

zoocar13 on Mind Control Stories

 

    

          **********************Chapter II*********************

                                                 PLAYTIME

 

     No words were uttered now as they sucked her breasts and plundered her panties. The only sounds were from their sucking and playing in her low-rise   je
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ans along with her soft moans of arousal in her womb. This young virgin was moving full steam toward a night of hard fucking with no scheduled stops on the fast track of pleasure and love with four, old horny men who had dreamed of young pussy for so long.
     Scott got a hand full of her pussy and told Ben, “God man you should feel her pussy. Its bald all the way man. We’ve got a beautiful young bitch with a pure bald pussy!” Ben asked her if she ever shaves her pussy to which she replied, “No. Mr. Pierre does this hair removal thing with all the girls so our sex is always bald. He says that men will love us more that way sweetheart.”
     Ben had a mouthful of her breast now and sucked it with passion while running his hand over her belly and hip. Scott told her he wanted to finger her pussy really bad. Maria told him “yes baby, you can do all the things you want to do with me.’ She asked him if he wanted to take her jeans off so he could play between her legs easier. “Go ahead baby. Take my pants off, I know my jeans are just in your way”, she said. He needed no more encouragement.
     Scott was quickly down at her feet with his hands on each side of her jeans. He peeled them down as she wiggled her hips to help him get them off easier. Ben was sucking and watching her pants go down as he grunted his approval. Scott pulled her jeans all the way down and held the top edge of them as she pulled her feet free. He tossed the jeans aside and went down on her panties, kissing them as he massaged her luscious legs. Maria had on tiny white bikini panties with little cherries dotted all over them to symbolize her virginity. They were already wet with her dew causing the flaps of her cunt to clearly show through the thin material. He told her he could smell her sweet pussy as he buried his nose between her legs which she now had laid wide open for this fifty-seven year old man. She told them that she hoped her sex would make them both very happy. He rolled his head around between her legs then suddenly took hold of her panties on each side of her hips and tore them apart and tossed the debris over his shoulders. Both men gasped at the sight of paradise in front of their eyes. Maria was completely naked with them now.
     “Do you like how it looks baby?” Maria asked. “Mr. Pierre makes me play with it a little while every night till it feels good and my boobs start tingling then I have to stop because he said a man should only play with it till it does stuff back with him”. Scott replied that it was awesome and that he loved the big lips on her pussy.
     “I’m glad you like it honey but I wish you would play with it for me and make us both feel good”, Maria told him. He told her to spread her legs open wide so he could finger her real good. She put her feet on the rug and raised her knees in the air and laid them open wide for Scott so he could get at her pussy better.
     He traced the outline of her creamy, baby-smooth pussy with his fingertips and palmed her bare mound pressing into it to feel its softness and puffy lips. Then as he licked her belly and hips he ran his middle finger up and down through the folds of her treasure. He pressed his tongue against her belly and licked her flesh nudging her belly ring with his nose. Maria could feel his hot breath on her skin as he licked across her belly over and over then down to her hips. As she began to slightly wiggle her hips under his tongue he curled his finger into her hole for the first time. It brought a soft sigh from her lips as she told him how good it felt. He used his thumb to tease her clitoris while he rolled his finger around the inside of her outer cunt. Ben momentarily stopped his breast sucking of the girl to watch his friend beginning to finger their sweet, young honey.
     Scott firmly licked the top of her mound as he sank his finger all the way in her and began working it in and out making her moan her approval. He kept a slow steady pace of finger to pussy hole while Ben resumed sucking her whole breast on the other side. The fingering pace soon picked up with Scott inserting a second finger into her as she loosened up for him. He asked her if she liked what he was doing to her pussy?
     “Oh yes baby. I’m so lucky that both of you want my body. You both make a girl feel so good” she replied.
     Thoughts of all the hot, young girls he’d been around and fantasized about doing this to while he masturbated ran through his mind as he began to pound his fingers into her now juicy pussy. Ben had gorged himself on her breast milk and now dropped her breast from his mouth and licked the droplets of warm milk from the corners of his mouth and around the edges of her breast cone. He went down to start licking her belly, hips and waist as he watched his partner in this delicious crime finger the young pussy they were seducing. They both had waited so many years for a sexy young girl like this that they could use and enjoy to their heart’s content. Maria was becoming more and more aroused as they used her body for their pleasure. Ben switched down lower and began to lick and supple her enlarged clitoris between his lips while Scott drove two fingers into her cunt over and over making little smacking sounds as he did.
     Maria pushed her hips up to meet his finger thrusts wanting more of what he gave her and making her need known audibly. She told them how good what they were doing to her felt. Scott was lapping her creamy inner thighs right up to her female split as he drove his fingers into her in a rolling motion now. Two mouths on her sex and two fingers inside her pussy was more than the sexy, young girl could stand and she bucked her hips up and held them there in that position as she moaned deep from within her lungs and squirted her first ever cum shots out onto the penetrating fingers.  She was panting loudly and gripping the rug with her fists as wave after wave of sexual pleasure rolled through her belly and out of her cunt. Her hips bucked up to her lovers in rapid succession never wanting the feeling of passion to end and instinctively desiring an all out fuck from a man’s hard dick, the kind every young girl wants and dreams of.  Finally her hips feel back to the bearskin rug as she moaned, “OH SO GOOD. It feels so good baby. I’ve wanted to do this with men all my life! Thank you so, so much boys for making me feel so good.”
     It was time for a role change now. Scott licked her female juices off of his fingers and went up to start deep, passionate, tongue wrestling kisses with Maria as her arms folded behind his neck and they kissed long and hard as true lovers do while Ben slowly crawled down into position between her spread open, delicious legs to face his fantasy up close. Her pussy was glistening with her juices still and a small droplet hung on the tip of her clit. His tongue snagged out to lick his prey the full length of her split, capturing that droplet at the top with his tongue swipe along her pussy slash causing her to press her kiss with his partner that much harder
     That tongue swipe of course made the young girl’s hips rise to his mouth and Ben sucked in her swollen clit and bit down on it. Maria’s pussy squirted her cum into his lips and chin immediately as she cried out loud in pleasure. Ben lapped up her female cream much like a puppy tasting warm creamy milk for the first time. He then inhaled the lips of her cunt and rolled them around in his mouth while his tongue penetrated her boiling snatch. He began to lick and slurp her pussy while Scott went down to lick her bare flesh just above her sex. Ben’s long tongue darted in and out of her pussy and occasionally danced side to side inside of her. His mouth was pressed tightly against her sex while his nose rutted her clit back and forth. He was gobbling her wet love with his hands holding her naked ass to keep his prey from escaping the snare of his mouth lock on her. She moaned uncontrollably as he ate her pussy out completely. Her hips were squirming and pushing against his hungry mouth. She cried out, “Oh my God I’m cumming baby. I never felt so good in my life!”
     “Oh yes, oh yes baby. I need you both so much”, she moaned. Ben kept eating and sucking her pussy. He couldn’t eat her enough to satisfy all the years he had dreamed of eating the pussies of beautiful young girls he had seen walking around malls, beaches and other places young girls congregated. He wasn’t ready to drop this babe’s pussy from his mouth yet. He pressed his face and tongue deeper and deeper into her while he began to play with her rear opening producing new waves of pleasure searing through her body till the waves of female cum subsided and the rocking of her hips played out. Ben then licked away at Maria’s pussy like it was an ice cream bar. He flattened his tongue and slurped up and down between her legs getting every drop of her love juices before stopping with a kiss to her pussy lips. They all collapsed together and the men ran their hands over her warm sexy body as their time with her was expiring. She cuddled close with them as she told them how happy they had made her. “I know that you’ve both had lots of girls from the way you turned me on so fast. I’d glad you wanted my body guys.”
     We both want to fuck you sweetheart. She smiled as she told they would get to do that with her too, but it had to be tomorrow.
     Maria rose to her feet between her lovers and walked over to pick up her short bathrobe from the corner chair. They rose and went to her pressing up against her once again. She tied the short bathrobe in front of her. It barely cover a third of meaty thighs and showed a hint of breast cleavage.
     They both kissed her cheeks and her soft lips before patting her young ass. She told them she hoped they were happy with her but that she had to go to the bedroom because their other friends were waiting for her body and she didn’t want them to wait too long for her to share herself with them. She tossed her hair back behind her shoulders with her hands and turned as she began to walk away with their eyes glued to her ass and told them she would see them in the morning after the other men finished with her.

 

 

 

                              ************* Chapter III**************

                                                    Giving Her All

                                                          for the

                                                          Cause

 

     Tom and Gary had watched the tape of all the other young white girls at the resort. They had modeled mini skirts, Hollister shorts and Victoria Secret bras, panties and tiny bikinis for them on tape. They were all quite lovely but the thought of Maria’s beautiful body coming to bed with them was the main thought on their dirty minds. Both of their cocks were swollen and throbbing waiting to enjoy her pussy tonight.
     Maria opened the bedroom door walked in and closed it behind her. Tom looked at her long legs showing as she stood in front of them in her short bathrobe. He asked her what she wearing under it. “I’m not wearing anything under this baby. Nothing at all”, she replied. He asked her what happened to her clothes?
     “Darling I hope you don’t mind but your friends were kissing me and feeling my body. They wanted to take my clothes off so they could play a lot better and have some sex with me so I let them have what they wanted”, Maria said. “Yummy. Did you have fun girl?” Tom asked. “Yes sir I had a lot of fun and now I want to have fun with both of you”, she said smiling.
     Gary told her to take her bathrobe off slowly for them because they wanted to play with her and spend a lot of time fucking her young pussy. She never hesitated as she untied her robe and inch by precious inch slid it off of her shoulders letting it fall down her slender arms to her waist pausing so they could see her bare breasts standing proud and erect for them with the obvious redness from being just recently milked by the other two men.  Gary had seen beautiful college girls naked before but never a young girl like this. Tom on the other hand, had only dreamed of this with a girl of any age let alone a beautiful and drop dead sexy fifteen year old girl. He was a total loss of words. His eyes were pooping out of their sockets and glued to her breasts. His tongue licked his lips over and over, longing to taste her body. Gary smiled as he thought of how she would cry with pleasure when his cock was driving deep into her tight pussy. “Go ahead bitch”, he told her. “Take it all the way off and show us your pussy”. Maria let the bathrobe fall open and drop to the floor so they could see all of her.
     “Is this what you wanted to see boys?”, as her hand gently traced her waist and lowered to her sex where she circled it with her index finger. “Yes honey. That’s what we’re both wanting to play with”, Gary said.
     Tom grunted and told her to stop and wait right there. I got to go take a crap before I get you in bed honey, and he headed to the john and closed the door behind him. Obviously the two t-bone steaks and large pizza he had eaten earlier had finally caused sufficient movement in his massive gut to demand an excretion of epic proportions. Even a hippopotamus shits now and then to provide a few pounds of fertilizer for the environment.
     Gary took his opportunity to get his own game on with the young bitch. He pulled Maria into his arms and kissed her full, soft lips gently and then pressed his mouth to hers and wrestled tongues with the naked teen as his large black hand fondled and squeezed her bare ass. He spoke softly to her not wanting Tom to hear his conversation.
     He told her how sexy she was and that he wanted to fuck her one on one in private. He suggested that when the old man came from taking a shit, that she go to him and quietly tell him that she wanted to be with him first but that she wanted to be alone with him for her first time. Then when she had screwed him, it would be easy to justify their time in private. He stroked her long hair with the hand that wasn’t groping her ass and told her that Tom had a little cock that would be good to break her cherry on and he would give her the kind of fucking a young girl needs to make her smile. Now go ahead and do it with him so we can party soon but don’t have too much fun with that old man sweetie. “I’m looking forward to fucking your hot pussy really good doll”, Gary said in closing.
     Tom came back into the room as the fumes of gas lingered behind him from his royal dunk. Maria turned from Gary and swayed her sexy, bare ass over to his arms. She leaned across his fat belly and put her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. She quietly told him that she wanted him to be her first lover but if it was ok with him she would rather do it with him in private since it was her first time to make love. “Please baby? Would you ask your friend to let us be alone while I’m making love with you honey? You could tell him I’m a little bit scared and that I want my first time with a man to be special and that if he lets me and you do it alone first then he can be alone with me after we finish making love. Wouldn’t you like to have me all to yourself for my first time ever fucking baby? Please?” Maria begged so sweetly.
     Tom gulped deep trying to get his senses back. This young girl actually wanted to give her body to him first and in private too!
     He walked over to Gary and told him he wanted to talk to him a minute out in the hallway. Once there, he explained to Gary that Maria was scared and he thought it would be best if they fucked her separately. He was supposed to have her first anyway so he would spend some time with her and fuck her by himself then he would come out and let him (Gary) have his turn with her alone. Gary shook his hand and told him sure, he understood. Just don’t take too long and don’t use it all up man cause I want to drill her pussy real good and I hope its’ not too sloppy when I get a hold of her as he snickered and walked back into the den to wait his turn. 
     Tom smiled at the thought of taking this girl by himself. He had beat off so many times after watching young girls at the mall in their tight jeans, mini skirts, tiny shorts and their low-cut tops with their breasts on display for all those little boys but never for him. He had seen them let the boys hug on them and touch them but never did they give him a thought. He had wanted to fuck young pussy for so long it was just unreal. Now he had one begging for it from him.
     He walked back into the bedroom to find his young prize sitting on the loveseat, still completely naked, with her long sexy legs crossed and reading a Teen Girl magazine she had found on the dresser. She put down the magazine and looked up at him to ask if everything was ok? “Yes sweetheart. Everything is fine. He understood how you feel and said he looks forward to seeing you later. But for now, its’ just you and me honey” Tom said. He sat down beside her and she leaned over to lay her head on his shoulder. She gently stroked his chest through his shirt as she told him she had dreamed about having that special man to want her and make love to her, to be her first lover.
     Tom looked at her bare legs and that wonderful female split between her legs, bare of any covering and waiting for his exploration into its hidden cavern. He had wanted to hold a young naked girl like this for so long and now she belonged totally to him. “Why are your breasts red around your nipples baby?” he asked her as he ran his rough, dry fingers over her flesh.
     She explained that his friends had played with them and wanted to suck them. “My breasts have milk in them too” she said as she gently pressed both sides of one her nipples to produce a drop of milk to prove she was telling the truth. “Would you like to taste it?” she asked. She cupped her right breast in her palm and offered it upwards to this man. He leaned over and flicked the drop from her nipple and then opened his mouth to swallow the top of her breast and suck. Her warm, nourishing milk began to squirt into his mouth and flowed past his lips, mouth and down his throat to his belly. He ran his left hand across her belly and down to her thighs before settling his hand on the top of her pussy. She kissed the top of his bald head and told him she wanted to make him really happy but he would have to teach her how to do stuff because she never had done that before. She could feel his hand pressing harder between her legs and she uncrossed them and opened them apart to let him play with her sex more.
     And play he would. He massaged her pussy mound hard with his hand while a finger found her clit and flicked it back and forth. She moaned her approval of his fondling and told him how good it felt to her. He suddenly stopped and worked to get his huge body up from the loveseat. She looked up at with a sad look on her face. “Baby, do you not like how I look or feel to you? Maria asked.
     He told her to get up and get in the bed so he could fuck her. “Yes baby” she said as she rose to her feet and whipped her ass for him on the way to the bed. “I want you to love me so much baby. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll try hard to make it good for you baby I promise. Just please show me how to do it with you”.
     He slowly took his clothes off leaving them in a pile on the floras she stared at the blobs of fat on his body. He had hanging breasts himself from the fat on his chest and a double belly-role that covered his waist. It was truly a vile sight to see. He crawled into the bed causing it to sink on his side and rolling Maria into his arms on her belly. He grabbed a double handful of her naked ass as he told her he’d wanted to get a young girl like her for a long time. He kissed her lips and neck and told her to get on top of him and spread her legs.
     She did as she was told and swung her creamy bare leg across the mounds of fat to sit astraddle of him with her bare sex next to where his small cock laid under his bottom glob roll of fat. He told her to take his cock in her fingers and put it against her pussy hole. She used both hands to search under the mass to find his semi-hard cock and placed it against the lips of her pussy.
     He took hold of her hips and started moving them back and forth to rub their sexes together to get his cock hard as possible. When he felt it harden against her he told her to rise up and sit down on it while she pointed it inside of her. She got it in place with his cock head just barely inside her cunt. “What do I do now?” she asked just as he used his hands on her hips to slam her down on it tearing her hymen apart forever. She cried out in pain as he laughed and said “that’s one less cherry in the world and I am the one that got yours honey! Now you’re a woman for real. She was crying with tears streaming down her cheeks.
     He smiled and thought how he had always wanted to bust a sexy young thing’s cherry and now he had done it! “Fuck my cock whore! Quit crying and fuck you little slut.” He told her. He now knew this was a project he had to invest heavily in. A place where he could come and use young girls to his heart’s content. Indeed, the Pedophile Resort had to be financed so that young girls could be available whenever he wanted one.
     “Move them hips slut. NOW!” Tom demanded. He pulled her back down towards him so he could lick and suck her breasts while he was fucking her. Maria was still trickling tears as her hips starting rocking back and forth on his cock, her bare hips bumping against his fat with every rocking motion. He pulled a breast to his mouth with his hands and flicked her nipple back and forth a few times before he bit his teeth into it causing her to cry out in pain again. “Damn I love it. I really love it,” he laughed. He began to chew and suck her breast as she did all the work on his cock rocking back and forth mindlessly. It had been less than five minutes of screwing when he grunted and shot his load of sperm into her pussy. His cock rapidly melted back down to a cocktail sausage and she had never even squirted a shot of cum.
     “I’m sixty-three years old and I just fucked a sexy fifteen year old bitch” he snickered. “This is how life is supposed to be!”
     He eased her off of him and rolled off the bed to go piss. He came back in and put his clothes back on. He started for the door and then stopped and told her he would tell Gary he could have sloppy seconds with her now. Thanks for the pussy. He turned and left her laying on her back naked and slowly sobbing with Tom’s sperm on her pussy lips along with a few drops of her blood from her torn virgin seal.
     Gary eased back into the room to find the fifteen year old freshly fucked for the first time. He went to her and sat on the bed beside her naked body and babied her asking if she was ok? She told him it hurt her. He took her hand and helped her up to hug her. He got her to follow him to the Jacuzzi tub so he could clean her up and bathe her to get her feeling good again before he pounded her pussy himself. She would be spending the rest of the night fucking one on one with him.
     He poured some elegant bath oil into the tub that began to bubble up immediately. She smiled and stepped into the tub one leg at a time as he admired her creamy legs and saw the drops of Tom’s sperm dripping from the lips of her pussy. She sat down in the bubble bath with the bubbles barely covering her nipples. He walked up and kissed the top of her head and told her how beautiful she was. He took a soft washcloth from the edge of the shelf and began to gently bathe her shoulders, arms and breasts. She inquisitively held one of her long legs at a time out of the water so he could bath each of them all the way down to her love split. She turned over in the tub and held onto the side with her hands and let her backside float up so Gary could bathe the rest of her. He gladly bathed her bare back and ass. She asked him if he wanted to join her in the tub but he declined and told her that he just wanted her body fresh and cleaned from Tom’s fucking for him. “You do want me to fuck you don’t you darling” Gary asked.
     “Oh yes baby. I want to make you very, very happy in bed” Maria replied. Gary took a large, soft towel and held it out as his young prize stepped from the tub one leg at a time. He slowly and carefully dried her luscious body inch by inch from head to toe and everywhere between. She told him how sweet he was and that she had been looking forward to going to bed with him since she first saw him. “I think you’re so totally gorgeous” she said as she leaned into his arms and kissed his lips. He picked her naked body up in his arms and took her to the bed.
     “You had an old man pop your cherry baby but you haven’t really been fucked yet. But you’ll soon know how it good it feels to be a woman with a real man’s cock filling you up.”
     Maria scooted into the middle of the bed and waited for her lover to join her. He stood beside the bed as she watched him undress. He pulled his expensive polo shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor. Maria’s eyes gleamed at the sight of his large muscles and hairless chest. It was quiet apparent that he worked out all the time. His stomach boasted a hard and well defined six pack. Then he unfastened his pants and slipped them down exposing his stylish boxers with the large bulge in them. His legs were even more muscular than his arms but her eyes were glued to the bulge in his boxers as he climbed onto the bed beside her. She told him that it looked like his thing was much bigger than Tom’s had been and she asked if it would hurt her when he put it in her. He kissed her soft lips and told her if wouldn’t hurt at all, it would make her feel so terrific when he gave it all to her.
     He fell into the arms of the fifteen year old and they began to share deep, intimate kisses. Gary stopped for a minute saying he was thirsty. He took a beer from the small refrigerator beside the bed. Maria asked if there was a sprite she could have. He took one from the refrigerator and opened it for her. They sat up and talked a few minutes as they sipped their drinks. Pierre knew what Maria loved to drink and he had laced it with a hormone cocktail that would make her extremely horny in less than ten minutes. She didn’t have to drink it all, two good swallows would do the job very well and she would be craving cock for her pussy soon now. The itch in her vagina would be too much for her to control her desire to fuck. She was sitting propped up on her pillow with her sucked breasts still standing full and proud. Her feet were flat on the mattress, her knees raised in the air exposing her bald pussy for Gary to freely view.
     He asked her why she liked living at the ranch? She wasted no time in telling him that she knew that men deserved girls to love and make out with and she wanted to do her part to make all the men she could happy. She also added that she never had such good friends as Pierre and the other girls. She talked about how they went to classes together to learn about how they could be more pleasing to men. She said she loved the workouts they did in groups and the sex appeal workshops and tanning bed, oh it’s just so great living here and waiting for men that want to be with me.
     He took her sprite and sat it down on the bedside table beside his beer. He kissed her lips softly and asked her if she wanted to fuck now. “Yes baby. I want you to have all of it you want from me and I hope it will make you really happy” Maria replied.
     Gary pulled her down on top of him as he lay down on the bed. His large black hands were roaming her silky white body. He kissed her lips and neck while his hands squeezed her ass cheeks and gripped her love handles above her hips. He licked her ears and nibbled her earlobes as one hand worked its way between her legs. She was feeling the love potion she had drunk now and moaning her approval of her lover’s attentions to her body. She could feel the huge swollen log in his boxers pressing against her bare belly and imprinting her belly ring into her skin. When he slipped a finger into her love slit and flicked her clitoris she moaned and squirted his hand with her cum and she knew right then she had to have his cock buried in her no matter what it took. She held herself up on her hands so that her beautiful breasts hung in his face with one nipple directly against his big lips.
     He took her offering into his mouth and began to suck her breast top while his middle digit slowly worked her hole. He looked up to see her eyes closed and her mouth open as her breast milk started to flow into his mouth with each suction supplying him its warm, rich nutrition. He quickly changed to two fingers in her pussy and worked them around and in and out touching every spot of her young cunt.
     He kept on working her hole harder and harder as he used his thumb to press and knead her clitoris and feed on her magnificent breast. Maria was losing control of her young body as her black lover played her body like a violin. Her belly ring dangled down across his stomach as he worked her to her first orgasm, her female cum squirting his fingers in rapid succession. Gary rolled her over onto her back wither legs spread wide and he switched to feed on her other breast now.
     Now he began to get her ready for his big black snake in her young pussy. He was driving two fingers deep into her time after time as she rolled her hips against his playing digits. She ran her long slender fingers over his back feeling the man that was enjoying her young body. She softly moaned her approval. He broke from his breast sucking to ask her if she was ready to take a big cock into her hot pussy. She moaned back that yes, oh yes she wanted it so bad. The squishing sounds of juicy pussy being fingered were easy to hear in the bedroom. He retrieved his fingers from her and took them to her lips for her to taste her own juices. She greedily licked her pussy juice from his fingers as he smiled at this young wanton honey.
     He slid his boxers down and off his feet as his huge man steak stood up proudly for the girl. Her eyes popped from her head as she saw the size of her black lover for the first time. He asked her again if she wanted it buried in her pussy. “Yes, but its so long baby, your sure it will all fit inside of me?” Maria asked. “We’ll make it fit gorgeous, we’ll make it fit inside of you and you’ll love it” Gary responded. Maria laid her long muscular legs wide open for him as he aimed his cock to its target.
     The young girl instinctively took the head of his cock and placed it between her pussy lips making sure his aim was true. Her rich pink labia laid open for him, the first couple of inches slipping inside of her as she softly moaned. He began to slowly stroke those two inches in and out getting her use to its enormous girth. It was similar to a fat cucumber trying to fit inside a tiny radish. He watched her face grimace in some pain as he worked her more and more till her mouth opened to give her moans of pleasure and her soft cries of “yes, oh yes baby. That’s so nice.”
     He slowly worked a little more cock into her until she was taking six inches without too much problem and was getting use to his fat cock spreading her vaginal canal out. Her hands were clenching the bed-sheet as her black lover gave his meat to her. Suddenly without any warning to her, he slid his cock out until the tip was barely in her pussy then sank the whole enchilada deep into her womb, all fourteen inches of glorious man-cock. Maria gasped in wonderment at what had pierced her very soul. She thrashed her hips to evade the enormous invader in a desperate attempt to get away but it was to no avail. His cock had her pussy nailed it to the bed like an African bushman spearing his prey for the kill! She wanted to get away from his black python but it was no use, she would have to take him over and over till he finished her pussy off and taught her how to satisfy a real man with her lovely young body. This was the kind of pussy every man dreamed about, tender, young, tight and oh so beautiful and sexy. It was also the kind of cock that a young girl could fall in love with.
     He was driving his meat hard and deep into Maria while her hands held onto the headboard and her big freshly sucked breasts jiggled with every deep plunge of his cock into her pussy. The bed was rocking back and forth literally jumping off the floor in the rear when he hammered down into her delicious pussy. Maria was moaning loudly and squirting her female cum juice all around his large cock. The loud squishing sounds of a boiling hot, young pussy getting power fucked by a true man echoed off the walls of the bedroom. Maria was in ecstasy with every hard stroke pounding into her.
     She moaned and cried out her pleasure as her sexy, long legs wrapped around her big black stud as he rode her pussy. Her feet were crossed and her toes clenched tight against her feet as her man stroked every fiber of her pussy. He was amazed at how tightly her pussy walls gripped his tool. It felt like a vice was clamped down tight around his huge cock. Her velvety vagina walls gripped and rippled all around the meaty shaft as he pounded her again and again. He had fucked so many girls he couldn’t remember them all. He had taken many college girls in his life but never a young girl like Maria. He’d wanted a young girl for so long but never even given a thought to having a sexy white girl.
     The lips of her pussy were folding inward, being pushed in with every down stroke of the black monster because of its enormous girth. Then they were rolled back out every time a back stroke occurred. The fucking she was receiving was simply masterful. The whole bed was squeaking and popping to the rhythm of their fucking. She had no thoughts except the pleasure she felt between her legs as his cock used her pussy to satisfy his desires for his devilish lusts for young girls. Wave after wave of girl cum flowed around the invader as she used her hands to hold onto the headboard and her legs around his torso to push her hips up to meet his pounding cock. A beautiful young girl who until three months ago had been so protected by her mom was now a black man’s fuck toy!
     His big cock was caught in a virgin vice grip already but now her pussy walls tighten even more trying to drain his balls of his love seed he had in storage for her. The bed was lurching off the floor and pounding the wall loudly as he drove into pussy time after time. Maria had no idea was she was even at any more. All she knew was that the monster cock driving into her was thrilling her to no end and that this must be heaven on earth. Her loud sexual moaning could be heard through the bedroom walls and all through the house. The other men were now just sitting back chilling in the living room listening to Maria getting a fucking she’d never forget.
     Her black stud suddenly stopped and flipped her over onto her tight belly using his strong arms. He pushed her beautiful ass cheeks apart and eyed his new target. Her cute little brown anus was peaking at the spear headed towards it. Her face was buried in the pillow as she sought to catch her breath. He pushed his black cock-head slightly into her anus, forcing the puncture.
     “Damn your tight bitch” Gary shouted. Maria’s head rose as she realized what he was about to do to her teenage body. “No. Please no” she cried out as he sunk the entire fourteen inches of black cock into her lovely young ass.
     “Oh my God, oh my God” Maria cried. She was in extreme pain even though her pussy gushed out her female cum like a water hose soaking the bed under her. His hips slapped her buns causing them to jingle a tune with every rapid stroke into her ass. The pain was now beginning to subside and the young girl reached out to her sides fully extending her slender arms to grip the sides of the mattress with her fists and hang onto for the ride as the black cowboy began to break his young white mare in right.
     Her ass was up in the air begging for his cock. He laughed at her telling her she should see her ass jump every time he rammed his cock into her. She knew what she was doing with him and feeling was so dirty and obscene but she couldn’t help how she felt. The hormones that she had unknowingly swallowed were driving her sexually insane. She was craving sex of any kind with every beat of her heart. Maria’s love for sex was clearly evident by her pulsating pussy and body. He chuckled at how she wiggled her ass for him showing her desire for more butt fucking. A lovely white teenage girl craving a black cock fucking her holes was a sheer delight to him.
     He pulled his cock out with a loud pop as the suction let go and flipped her back over. “You want me to fuck that pussy that of yours some more baby” he asked her.
     She wasn’t a bit shy in her response. “Yes, oh yes baby. Please put your cock in me again and make me your bitch. I want to be your steady pussy baby. You make me feel so awesome honey”.
     He told her to grab her ankles and spread her legs in the air wide apart for him so he could fuck her hard. She followed his command immediately as her eyes glowed at the sight of his big cock and her pussy glistened with her female sex juices inviting his cock to a young tender meal again. He inserted the head of his fat cock into her vagina and plunged it deep and hard into her pussy as she gasped her approval. His big black hairy balls slapped her white ass cheeks as he bottomed out inside of her. He propped up on his hands as he began to pound his black python into her pussy. Maria’s feet and arms flayed wildly in the air while he stroked her to the maximum. She groaned deep sexual moans heard all through the house as they fucked like there was no tomorrow. Her head thrashed from side to side as her pussy boiled and creamed his cock over and over. Sweat built on both their bodies from the expenditure of so much sexual energy.
     Maria finally truly felt like a true woman as her sex partner enjoyed her teen body to the fullest. She knew that this was the way a man and woman were supposed to have sex, were suppose to enjoy the fruits of a sexy young girl. Although she was only fifteen she could never enjoy sex with man more than this and she knew it. He loved her body and he showed it by the way he was fucking her.
     Suddenly her black lover withdrew his cock from her pussy. “No, no please no. Don’t stop fucking me. I never want it to stop baby” Maria cried. “You really want some more of my cock Maria?” Gary asked. She begged him to fuck her again and again. “Well, I’ll fuck you some more on one condition” he said. I want you to get up and get yourself cleaned up and put on something very sexy. Then come out to the living room and apologize to the other men for how much noise you made during sex. Then offer to dance and strip for them as they watch your clothes come off. After that, you will beg them to all fuck you together, all three of them at once while I watch them take your body in every hole. I want to see you getting fucked in your mouth, ass and pussy all at the same time while I watch you ball them. If you do that for me then I’ll give you the hardest fucking you could ever want in front of them Maria.
      She asked him if he was sure that was what he wanted. Yes he replied “ I want to see you do a really hot strip dance for them and then be a real slut with them Maria. She agreed she would do it for him. He cautioned her to be a real tease when she took her clothes off for them and then drain their cocks of all the sperm they have for you. Maria promised she would do her best to make them all very happy tonight.
     He helped her naked body from the bed and gave her a deep kiss as he told her he was counting on her to really show off for him with the other men. He gave her the sprite she had starting drinking before. She downed the rest of it quickly not knowing how much more it would cause her to tingle all through her body and long to have men fucking the itch deep within her pussy.
     He helped Maria to slip back into her short white housecoat so she could go out and give her apology to the men and to set up an approval of her dancing performance and her steamy sex session with the entire group of four men. He escorted Maria out to the living room on his arm and then let her speak to the group of men.
     She told them she was sorry for how loud she had been during the bedroom sex and asked their forgiveness. She asked if they would like her to clean up and dress in something sexy and then allow her to do an erotic strip dance for them all and then have group sex with all of them at the same time. They quickly granted their approval and Maria turned to go and prepare for them.
     He escorted Maria back to the bedroom where he examined her closet and dresser full of sexy clothes. He laid out a dark green Hollister tee shirt that would leave her hard belly showing with her belly ring, a light green pushup bra with little white hearts, a matching green playboy thong and a short denim mini skirt for her to take off in her dance. He went to wait for her entrance along with the other men. He knew this beautiful 15 year old would make an awesome strip dancer.

 

 

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Evil Blessing

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EVIL BLESSING
By
JArthurPayette



Within a mansion where George Hearn was recently hired, a girl not quite living drifted toward him in the form of a mist. Lovely was her voice as she spoke to him and soon he followed her wispy form to the second floor of the great house, pausing at the door which she said was her room, the very room where the old lady who owned the place slept.

Her lovely voice said, Come to me.

He didn’t know her words registered in his mind, not in the fabric of the air. “Where did you go,” he asked, “why can’t I see you anymore?”

The real me is on the other side of the door, and I am oh so lonely.

“But this is Ruth’s bedroom. Do you want to get me fired?”

Oh no, not for anything in the world. Don’t worry. She sleeps with Prince Valiu

Hypnotised at a Party, Makes Him My ex.

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My husband, the one I had before Steve and I got together, and I were at a party, just casual wear and a little flirting. Well, he knew I was always horney but never did not just how until tonight. THere was a clinical hypnotist there and he was doing the usual party things, making people act like dogs and stuff. Well, Diane, my soon to be lover, was friends with, Gene, I think was his name. She brought me over and said, "Gene, do Teresa, make her my slave." Everyone laughed and I did too. I had known that she liked me but we had never done anything. Gene said he could try but I amy not be the right person. If I did not want to then he may not be able to do it. We had all had a few drinks and I had a nice buzz going so I laughed and said, "Oh hell, go ahead

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." I sat in front of him and he began speaking to me, softer and softer till I drifted off. Suddenly I was there again and I said, "Well go ahead, do me." Everyone laughed and said that he had me under for 10 min. I found later that he had made Diane my master and all she had to do was say the trigger phrase and I would do anything she said.

I sat down next to my husband and talked a while. Diane came over and put out her hand and said, "Come dance wih me Teresa." I took her hand and went with her to the center of the living room floor. She put her arms around me and her body against mine and her face on my neck and we began dancing slow. I felt warmth spread over my body. "Do you know what Gene commanded you to do?" she said. "What" I asked her. "He said you will do absolute,y everything I tell you too and you will remember all of it and you will not stop till I say so." "Yeh right." I said laughing not knowing everyone was watching and that the first command had already happened. "Okay, I will show you" she said, "Take of your clothes and keep dancing with me and then undress me and we will make love her in the middle of the floor." I saw myself step back and drop my dress and bra and thong to the floor and then move to her and undress her. We began kissing passionately there and soon were in the middle of the floor eating, sucking and licking each other all over. I saw everyone watching and some undressing and knew I was doing it but did not care.

Diane and I laid there after a  few orgasms and I began to suck her tits again and she stopped me, "Now dear, everyone in the room that wants you to give them oral pleasure, male of female, you will do. You will swallow every man's cum and eat every woman's orgasm that wants you to do them. Do it now." She kissed me and I got up and went to the first man I saw, "Can I suck you off?" I said and dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his cock out not waiting for an answer. I became frantic, sucking him fast and soon he filled my throat. I got up and moved to the next guy, he was already waiting with his cock out. On my knees again I sucked him off and kept going around the room. 5 men and 3 women later my husband came over and took my arm, "Let's go slut." he said. "No, I can't, I have too many left to take care of." "Great, see my laywer when your finish." he said and left. I did not even care but kept on doing the men and women near me. I sucked so many that my jaws were getting sore but I had to keep going. Diane came o me and said, "Okay Teresa, that will be enough." and suddenly I stopped. I stood there waiting to be told what to do next and Diane said to the room, "Any ideas? What does Teresa do now." A girl whispered to Diane and she laughed.

"Okay Teresa, you are going on a scavenger hunt. You will go with some of us and we will find as many different people from different ethnic groups as we can. You will have sex with as many as we can find until we reach, 15 different ones. All out sex, understood?" "Yes" I said and started for the door. "Who is going with me?" I said. Diane and 4 more got in a van and I was totally naked and we drove to the store. There was a Pakastanie inside and I got out and went in and went behind the counter and unzipped his pants and sucked him as if we were in private. He filled my throat and I said thanks and went to the van. Two black guys drove up and I went to them and got in the back seat and they fucked the hell out of me and I sucked them off. We moved to the edge of the lot and I was waiting and soon a girl from Mexico came up in her car alone. I got out, still naked and went to her. "Can I eat your pussy?" I said and she just looked at me. I was on my knees and moved her against the car and lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside and began eating her. She moaned and soon I had eaten her orgasm. I stood and walked to the van. I was out all night with the friends and Diane kept count. Number 15 was the most difficult but about sunrise I found a girl that was Chinese and she pulled me into her car and attacked me as much as I did her. When I finished they took me home and I walked in naked. Diane told me that the command was finished until she asked me to dance again. My husband had my bags packed and he threw me the keys to my car. "Get the fuck out" he told me and I took them, still naked and left and drove to Steve's house.  That was the best night that I had.

The Making of a Big Tittied Cumslut

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   The Making of a Big Tittied Cumslut

Sandy watched as the moving van rolled off into the distance. It carried her life long best friend to a new home and a new destiny.   Sandy was what is commonly known as a trouble maker. She liked living on the edge all thru her childhood. Never a great student but with a very financial secure family Sandy could do no wrong. Sandy considered herself to be the hottest girl in town. Sandy liked to think of he

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rself as a leader. However her belief in herself as a leader was a main reason her friend was leaving.

  Sandy’s parents were one of the reasons she got away with most everything she did. In rural Iowa there is no more important job than Town Mayor, unless you’re the only Town Doctor. John Demmer was both the only doctor for miles and the town mayor. He was probably the most respected man in Worth Iowa. Although he wasn’t rich by city doctor standards he was one of the most well off men in the area. John Demmer’s wife a former high school prom queen her name is Kathy. She is a regular church volunteer and although no one would say it to her face, she is also the town’s biggest gossip. Along with Sandy the Demmers' have 2 boys, Dan (15) and Doug (12). Both boys’ biggest achievements were hitting the highest levels on the latest Play station video games.

  So as Sandy watched the moving van dwindle in the distance she already knew the house next door would not be empty for long. The Church Pastor had announced his retirement. The house would be filled by the new pastor and his family and she already knew the exact makeup of that family; The pastor Rich Molnar, his wife Pam Molnar, their daughter Judy (she is the same age as Sandy 14), and a son Jimmy (12). The pastor, a missionary of 15 years, met Pam Cermak on the last year as a missionary.  She would become his wife. Then Pastor Rich was assigned to a parish in Chicago. He hated it there. He was used to seclusion and the hustle and bustle of the major metropolitan area unnerved him. He petitioned often to be reassigned to a rural parish especially after the births of his kids. For a 50th birthday present his request was granted, reassignment to Worth Iowa.

  Now Worth Iowa, if you took an aerial portrait, in 1950 and today would look much the same then as now. A peaceful area where most everyone knows everyone, Worth and the neighboring town had a relaxed way of life. Doors were rarely locked keys left in cars an easy going area. At least it used to before the crime wave. Crime has recently raised its ugly head in this idyllic area. Stores and homes had been broken into. Nothing much had been taken but many of the residents felt “violated”. A security company had opened a branch office just outside Worth. Smithson Security offered high quality surveillance, alarms, and remote control locks at affordable prices. In most cases no money down was permitted. Soon residents of Worth and the neighboring towns were forcing Smithson Security to hire more men to just try to meet the demand. The owners were extremely pleased and saw security offices popping up like McDonalds franchises in there dreams. The retiring pastor even established security in the church after a break in where chairs were knocked around.

  Three days after Sandy had watched the moving van pull away it was back. Sandy wanted to be the first to see the new neighbors and sort of evaluate them. Sandy had hurried to the window to watch (she had no intention of doing any lifting or carrying). The rest of the Demmer’s had gone out to meet the new neighbors and offer a hand.

  Sandy who considered she to be the hottest girl in town wanted to check out her new competition in Judy. If Judy turned out to be hot Sandy had 2 different plans in mind. The first was to make her an ally they were going to a bigger school this year and she might need the help. The second was to make Judy’s life a living hell. Of course if Judy was an ugly duckling the second option would be the only available option.

  Sandy first saw Judy mainly standing around. Sandy wondered what was wrong with the girl, its August and Judy is standing around in a big baggy sweat shirt. Heck it’s like 100 degrees out. Sandy watched as her 2 brothers talked to the new boy. They seemed to have hit it off like they were old friends. Well, she guessed the boy is kind of cute; he might be fun to tease. His sister had a cute face but god with that sweat shirt she must be hiding the fact that she’s fat. But then Sandy saw the boy, Jimmy Molnar she thought that was his name, he picked up a box that didn’t appear too heavy. He picked it up with ease but he was pretended it weighed a ton. He stumbled a few steps and it looked like he was going in Judy’s direction. It seemed he would fall but the box was kind of small. What the fucks going on Sandy wondered. At the last second Jimmy thrust the box out as he fell. He had forced Judy to take the box as he fell and Judy thinking it was really heavy braced herself as she wrapped her arms around the box. When she did it caused her sweatshirt to pull tight on her. And oh my god! Sandy thought Judy wasn’t hiding the fact she was fat she was hiding the fact she had huge boobs! This has amazing possibilities Sandy thought to herself.

  Sandy’s brothers stared their eyes bulging. Jimmy looked at Dan and Doug and mouthed see I told you. Dan turned away quickly he was trying to hide the fact he was adjusting himself in his pants.

  Sandy stood at the window watching. She hardly moved more than to slip back a little so it wasn’t too obvious she was watching. Sandy new the house the Molnar’s were moving into as her former best friend Mandy had lived there and Sandy had spent considerable time there. From the window she was watching from, and aided by the fact that there was no curtains yet anywhere in the house she could see into almost every room in the house.

  Sandy watched her dad and brothers as they helped the Molnars unload the truck. Sandy wanted information. “Information is power” that line had come in an email she received today. The email was from someone signing a friend. She wasn’t sure who was sending the emails but she saw they came from the school on the local server. She had been getting mail from “Friend” for months now. This memory had been triggered when she watched Pastor Molnar carry a computer into the house. She took note that he put it in a small room that was no where near the bedrooms.

  “Friend” had told Sandy that she needed a friend and that this mysterious e-mailer would be hers. At the time she thought that that was ridiculous as of course back then she had Mandy. But she had learned that real people could not only be friends but could be so much more, they could be foils and dupes. Sandy needed people who could take the fall if she ever went too far and got in serious trouble. She had thought that her inner circle, which was her and Mandy along with 2 older high school boys Mike and Paul covered her but since Mandy had been burned she new she needed a replacement. Who could be a better replacement than Judy? Her dad being Pastor would make everyone instantly believe and trust her. She could be a strong ally but of course she would have to remain a tool to Sandy.

  Standing at the window Sandy let her mind wander as to just how Mandy had gotten burned. She remembered how it had started clear as if it had been yesterday and not almost 4 months earlier. It was the first day of May and a Friday. Iowa had suffered through a very cold and rainy April but with the changing of the calendar it seemed Mother Nature had decided to smile again.

  The day was crystal blue and warm in other words a perfect day. Sandy heard her dad leave, as the area doctor he left very early each morning. She had been waiting for her dad to go because she wanted to dress sexy for the great weather and she knew that only his objection would stop her. Sandy for the most part could easily control her mom and brothers. Hearing her dad go, Sandy got dressed selecting her tightest jeans to compliment her bright pink halter top. Looking in the mirror she was pleased to see the bumps her only semi hard nipples made in the top. She giggled and said “the boys will be drooling and staring”. Then Sandy went down for breakfast. Her brothers were there and it pleased Sandy that she got the reaction she expected. They were only her brothers but she liked to test outfits on them to see their reaction. Kathy Demmer, Sandy’s mom’s reaction was also what she expected. Her mom said “um... a... Sandy, do you think that maybe you might want to wear something else today?” Sandy just told her it was the latest style and that all the kids were dressing this way. Sandy of course got her way.

  Sandy arrived at school like a queen as everyone stopped and stared. Mandy, a pretty girl in her own right said she couldn’t believe what Sandy was wearing. Mandy told her that Sandy was going to have every boy in school with an erection. Both girls giggled about that but both new it was close to being true. The thing that changed this day from a fun teasing day was Mr. Dean.

  Mr. Dean had warned Sandy before about paying attention in class and studying as she was close to failing. Sandy knowing that the final exam would make up most of her grade didn’t really listen to the warnings. She would just bat her eyelashes and promise to buckle down. On this day Mr. Dean made the class groan as he announced a pop quiz. He said it was a last chance for people needing to improve their grades before the final. Mr. Dean stared right at Sandy while saying this. Sandy’s mind had jumped a month ahead and was already on summer vacation as her day dreamed about making more than her classmates hard. She took the test, but if she was asked later she wouldn’t remember a single question from it.

  Class ended and Sandy turned in her test. Mr. Dean asked her to stay behind while he quickly graded her test. He shook his head while grading her test. He said “I thought you had buckled down as your homework has been much improved but I’m afraid this test will assure you of a place in summer school and that even a perfect score on the final won’t save you”. Sandy was horrified. She knew that having had Mandy doing her homework might not have been her best idea but it had gotten old man Dean off her back, but summer school no this can’t be! “I won’t let it be!” she screamed in her own head. Sandy slipped her hand up like she had an itch on her neck. She went around the desk standing very close to Mr. Dean. Leaning close she asked him “isn’t there anything I can do to pass”. She had moved even closer to Mr. Dean. As he turned to tell her she had been warned his arm brushed against her halter top. Sandy had not been scratching an itch when she had rubbed her neck but instead had been loosening her top. Mr. Dean’s light brush was all it took for Sandy’s top to fall completely away. He was shocked. Sandy acted horrified, but made no immediate attempt to cover up. She called Mr. Dean an old pervert; she said that she knew from all his looks that he wanted her boobs. Sandy looked at him with her tits still exposed she said that she was going to tell her dad and that he would be out of a job. Mr. Dean sputtered and wasn’t sure what had happened but he wanted to make it clear he wasn’t a pervert. He told Sandy he'd give her a pass if she never came near him again. Sandy left the room with a self satisfied smirk on her face after fixing her halter.

  Later when Sandy was with her friends (Mandy, Mike and Paul), she told them the whole story; about how she didn’t need to study for the final now. Paul said he wished he had a beer to toast Sandy’s victory over Mr. Dean. Mike chimed in saying “this calls for more than a single beer this calls for a party!” Paul laughing says “Mike to you everything is a reason to party.” Mandy looked at Paul she had a secret crush on him. She didn’t want the others to know because Sandy liked being in charge and Mandy was a bit of a mouse.

  Later that night the friends met up again in the park. No one quite knew how but it seemed Mike had a source that he could tap into to get alcohol. Most nights it was just a few beers but tonight was a celebration and he’d brought a large bottle of Jack Daniels. Everyone had a beer and Sandy repeated the story now under a canopy of twinkling stars. Sandy and Mike were close together laughing and doing some cuddling. Paul and Mandy stayed separate not wanting to cause trouble in the group. (Whenever Mike wasn’t around Sandy cuddled with Paul) Mike had passed around the Jack Daniels whiskey. He had taken a drink and Paul wanting to be like Mike imitated him by taking a big drink. For the girls it was different. Sandy looked like she took a big drink in the dark but had covered the bottle with her tongue so almost nothing left the bottle. Mandy trying to be like Sandy took a drink but immediately started coughing. The boys laughed. Sandy told Mandy she needed to just get more used to the taste and to take another drink. Mandy did as instructed and took a second drink. Sandy was aware of Mike’s wandering hands and knew she had best remain sober.

  As the night grew later Mike’s hands became more insistent. He already had Sandy’s halter loose enough that he could paw her bare boobs. Sandy knew trying to control anyone after they had been drinking was a dangerous possibility. Each time the whiskey had made its rounds Sandy only had a few drops but always pretended to have drunk as much as Mike and Paul to make Mandy feel obligated to keep up. Soon both Mandy and Paul were quite drunk and not sure what was going on. Mike was drunk too but he knew what he wanted to go on. He was now drunkenly tugging at Sandy’s clothes. Paul had passed out. Mandy was sort of in and out (her drinks had been much smaller). Sandy was not totally sober but she was sober enough to control the situation.

  Sandy reached down and rubbed Mike’s crotch. He was already hard. Sandy had in the past given him hand jobs to control him. This time a simple had job to a drunken Mike would never be enough as he was tugging at her pants already having gotten her top off. Sandy changed positions forcing Mike to move with her. She took out his cock. His monster he called it Sandy giggled at that as it wasn’t really a monster. Sandy had moved so she was right next to Mandy. Mandy was dressed more comfortably in a t shirt and loose gym shorts. Sandy stroked Mike’s cock till he mumbled drunkenly “all the way tonight baby”. Mike never saw Sandy slip down Mandy’s gym shorts and panties. She continued to stroke him moving him closer to Mandy’s unprotected vagina. Holding Mike’s cock at the entrance to her friend’s vagina she moaned now baby now fuck me hard. Mike rammed his cock home not even realizing that the pussy he was fucking was not Sandy’s. Sandy rubbed his balls and after a few moments Mike had the biggest orgasm he would have in his entire life. Mandy had come around for some of it and had moaned “oh Paul” before passing back out; after he came Sandy told, the now on the verge of sleeping, Mike that they needed to go home. She adjusted Mandy’s shorts back up covering her then left with Mike, leaving Paul and Mandy passed out with the bottle of whiskey by them. Later in the night Paul would wake up and go off looking for Mike. Mandy would be found the next morning sleeping alone in the park.

  Mandy would receive 2 weeks grounding for her escapade (but the actual results of that night would be far worse for her). A couple months later feeling ill Mandy would find out from Dr. Demmer that she was pregnant, No one would remember that night of May 1st except Sandy. It wasn’t long till Kathy Demmer found out and the inevitable conclusion that she spread the news through out town that Mandy was pregnant and looking to abort the baby. In the religious town of Worth this was horrible news. And soon Mandy’s family sold there house in disgrace.

  Sandy watched as the trailer was emptied but the information she got was that the Molnar’s had cheap tacky furniture and that the dad had an older computer but the son, Jimmy, had his very own computer. She could tell Judy had very little in her room. Sandy contemplated that although there wasn’t much to go on to tell her about Judy she could still use what she learned. And hey if she couldn’t maybe “Friend” could.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So Am I a Nympho???

Sultrybuxombbw on Mind Control Stories

Steve and I were talking then I began arguing. "So you think I am a nympho? Is that it? I can't do without sex?" I yelled. "Well, can you? For 48 hours, can you keep from getting sex with something or somebody, including playing with yourself?" he laughed. "Hell yes,I can." I said. "Good, then it is a bet starting now." he said. "Now?!?" I said, "Yes, now. He looked at the clock and it was 2 in the afternoon. We had just finished fucking and so I thoiught that I had a good one to hold me over. "Okay, 48 hours." I said and got up to shower and go to the mall to meet Diane.

I got ready and kissed him bye. "remember, 48 hours, no sex of any kind." "No problem." I

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said and walked out and got in the car. I purposly wore bland clothes, loose blouse that tried to hide my 44EEE tits and slacks that did not acent my ass. I drove there and saw Diane and walked inside with her. We walked around and then she looked over my shoulder, "Damn she is hot." she said and I turned around to see a very lovely girl, maybe 18 and said, "Sorry Babe, I took the vow for 48 hours. It is a bet with Steve that I can do without for 48 hours.

Oh Teresa, that is too bad baby, I had such plans for us today." she said putting on a sad face. She hugged me and whispered in my ear the words that took away any hope of control I may have had, "Teresa, dance with me." she said. I felt a warm feeling all over my body. "Now you know that I control you, remember the party?" she said. "Yes" I said. "Then you are under my control and must do all I say." "Yes Diane, I have to." "Good Baby, then we are going to walk around the mall and invite everyone I like to a room at the hotel across the street. "Okay Diane, whatever you say." I heard myself say. "When I tell you then you will go to the person and offer yourself to them and invite them to the party." "Okay Diane." I said.

We walked and the 18 year old looking girl was first, "Invite her." she said.I had unbuttoned my blouse and undid the bra and slipped it off and into my purse. The girl made eye contact and smiled and I walked up to her and said, "I would like to kiss you, can I please?" She put her arms around my shoulders and said, "Please do." and she came down to my face and her lips parted and I kissed her long and deep not caring for the people in the mall walking by and looking. "Will you come to the hotel and join a little party?"  Isaid. "Oh yes, how many will be there?" she said and Diane said, "We are inviting guests now, what is a good number for you?" "Well, is it all girl?" "Maybe." Diane told her. "My boyfriend is on his way, can he come?" "Sure" Diane told her.

We walked around and Diane told me to invite another woman and I did the same and she said Yes also. The two women were walking with us when a good looking black guy came up and kissed the first girl. "We are having a party at the hotel, wanna come?" she said. "Hell yeh, sounds great." Diane told me, "Kiss him and feel his cock." she said. I went to him and kissed him and felt his cock through his pants and it grew. "Damn nice." I said. "Let's go, I need this." I said. "No dear," Diane said, "You are going to suck him off in public." I looked at her but found myself falling to my knees in the middle of the mall and touching his swelling cock. "Not this public" she said, "Follow me." and we walked with her to the end of the mall and she moved him against the wall and me ina litle place indented there. "Now, suck him off and swallow." I was on my knees and his cock in my mouth.

Soon he filled my mouth and I felt my pussy spasm and wet my pants. She pulled up her skirt and had on no panties and stepped to me, "Now eat my pussy." Diane told me and I did.  

She wet my face and then picked me up and said. "Okay, more for the party." We walked around and invited 7 or 8 more and then went to the hotel. We went in and she told me to strip and get on the bed. "Okay folks, Teresa needs to have sex with all of us, in group or separately, she will service all of us for the rest of the day and night and into tomorrow. If you have friends call them, male or female. I saw several get on cell phones and call. The next day, I was sore and Diane rolled over and released me from her command. She took me home and took me to Steve, "She lost." she laughed and left. I fel asleep and was sore when I woke was still sore. 

A Great Way To Jerk Off Part 1

crazyg on Mind Control Stories

Character Description:

Matt-  Is a fourteen year old guy.  He has short spikey black hair and green eyes and is white.  He is in the eighth grade meaning he is in Junior High School.  His cock is 8 1/3 inches long and 1 1/2 inches wide.  His feet are 10 2/3 inches long.  He is a little well built with a little muscle mass and is not fat.  He is very hot.

Jake-  Is a twenty year old guy.  He has short blonde spikey hair and blue eyes and is white but had a nice tan.  He is in his second year of college.  His cock is 11 2/5 inches long and 1 2/4 inches wide.  His feet are 12 1/2 inches long.  He has a very nice and well built body and is not fat.  He has a pretty good amount of muscle mass.  He has a eight pack of abs.  He is ext

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remely hot.  When he was in high school he was captain of his high school football team.  He is also a surfer.

Sarah-  Is a twenty year old girl.  She has long straight black hair and green eyes and is white but had a nice tan.  She is in her second year of college.  She has huge breast and a nice body and has the best curves.  She is not fat and has a great body.  She is extremely hot.  When she was in high school she was captain of her high school cheerleading team.

               One day after school on Friday Matt gets home from school and nobody is home.  So Matt takes out his key and unlocks and opens the door.  He gets as hard as a baseball bat.  So then Matt goes into his bed room and locks his bedroom door.  He was about to start to jerk off but the he looks out of his bedroom window.  Matt and his next door neighbor's bedroom window were exactly aligned across from each other on the side of both of their houses.  Both of their windows were huge.  Their windows were only five feet away from each other meaning in other words (five rulers away from each other).  So Matt was looking at his next door neighbor Jake.  Matt had met Jake once or twice because he had mowed Matt's parents lawn about six years ago.  However now Jake has his own house which is next door to Matt's parents house.  Matt of course still lives with his parents because he is only fourteen.  Jake got his house mainly only for one reason because its not easy to have sex when you live with your parents.  Jake was twenty years old and in college.  Matt was looking at Jake's window.  While he was looking at Jakes window Jake walked out of his bathroom door.  He had just taken a shower he had a white towel wrapped around the bottom of him.  Matt wished that Jake would sit on his bed and wait for Sarah to come over a fuck him.  Sarah was a twenty year old women who was in college.  Sarah lived right across from Matts house.  Matt knew Sarah because when Matt was ten years old she was Matt's babysitter.  Just as Matt wished the wish that he wished Jake looked out of his window and made eye contact with Matt.  As soon as he made eye contact with Matt he sat on his bed just as Matt wished.  Matt was shocked he was wondering did I make Jake sit on his bed.  Matt decided to see if he was really controlling Jake's mind.  So he looked at the corner of Jakes eye.  As he was looking at his eye he was wanting Jake to stand up and then sit back down on his bed.  As soon as he looked the corner of Jake's eye and wished this Jake did it.  Jake again had done exactly what Matt wanted.  Then Matt figured out that by looking at somebody in the eye he could make them do whatever he wanted he could control their minds.  So that is when Matt got an idea and he planned out what he wanted to happen exactly he thought about it in his head looked at Jake eyes again.  Then he unlocked his bedroom door and went across the street to Sarah's house and knocked on the front door.  Then Sarah opened the door and said "hello so what are you doing over here"?  Just after she said that she made eye contact with Matt.  He had in his mind already what he wanted her to do even before she opened the door.  As soon as Sarah made eye contact with Matt she shut the door.  Then Matt went across the street back home.  After he went into his home he and locked the front door.  Then he went back into his bedroom and shut the door but did not lock his bedroom door because his mom would not be coming home from work for another 6 hours.  Plus his dad was on a bussiness trip and would not be home for another 7 days.  He had no brothers or sisters so their was no need to lock the his bedroom door.  As soon as he shut his bedroom door he picked up his bedroom phone and called Sarah.  He knew Sarah's phone number because she use to baby sit him so he remebered her phone number.  He called her and she said "hello".  Then Matt said "ok".  Then she hung up the phone.  Just as Matt wanted her to do when he looked at her.  The rest of what you will read happens is from when Matt looked at both of them.  He planned everything every movement and everything hing they will say.  When he said ok it made her start what he put her to do in her mind when he said ok over the phone.  So when he said ok it signaled that it was time for her to go fuck Jake in the exact way he wanted when he looked at her.  He was now controlling Jake and Sarah's minds.  As soon as Sarah hung up the phone call with Matt she went to Jake's house.  Jake let her in like Matt wanted him to when Matt looked at Jake the third time.  So jake let Sarah in and locked his front door.  Then Jake and Sarah went into Jake's bedroom.  Matt now could see everything so easily and clearly right from his bedroom window.  So Jake and Sarah started to make out.  Then they stopped after 2 minutes just as Matt instructed when he looked at both of them.  After they stopped makeing out.  Sarah took off her shirt and bra.  Then Jake licked her with his 5 inch long tounge.  He licked her nipples which were standing straight up.  Then he licked her all over her breast and then licked her from the middle of her body down to her belly button.  The he stopped.  Then Sarah took off her shoes and socks and jeans and underwear.  Then she got on her knees.  Then she took her hand and took off Jakes white towel and threw it on the floor where she threw the rest of her clothes.  Their you could see Jake with his hot eight pack of abs and very nice well built body and nice muscle mass he was not fat.  Sarah then got a ruler from her pants on the floor she brought the ruler.  She meassured Jakes cock and feet.  Then she wrote the meassurements down on a piece of paper and showed them to me from the window.  Then she put the paper down on the floor.  then she got back on her knees right in front of Jake's cock.  Then she started to suck Jake's 11 2/5 inch long cock.  She put the whole thing right into her mouth and scked him very hard.  After about a minute Jake began to lightly moan.  Then Jake said "oh yeah baby suck it dry".  Then he began to sweat heavily and began to move his stomach in a back and forth motion.  Making it look as if he was about to pump all of his cum in her mouth it looked like his stomach was pumping.  Then he began to moan a little louder and said "oh Sarah im cumming im cumming".  Then she swallowed most of his cum which exploded in her mouth.  She drank as much as she could and swallowed it in one gulp.  Right as this happened Matt took off his shirt and jeans and boxers and socks and shoes.  Then Matt began jerking off while he was watching them.  After sarah swallowed it she took Jake's cock out of he mouth and Jake squirted her with his cum all over he face and hair as well as he breast.  Some of the cum got in her eye so she went into the bathroom to was it off.  Then she came out of the bathroom and went back into the bedroom.  Then she laid down on the bed.  Then Jake smirked and stood up on the bed.  Then he put his 12 1/2 inch feet in her pussy.  He had to push it in their with a very little bit of force because not suprisingly her pussy was very long.  She moaned a very loud moan and moaned like that for about 1 minute.  Jake began to make his foot go back and forth.  Then Jake said "whats wronge baby is it to big for you to handle".  Then Sarah said "nothing is to big for me".  Then Jake continued to push is foot back and forth in her pussy for about nine more minutes.  Then Sarah started moaning a little louder and then said "oh oh oh im cumming!!".  Then when Jake saw that she was done cumming he took his foot out of her pussy.  His foot was covered in Sarah's pussy juice and he licked it all off his foot.  Then Jake said "Sarah lets have some vaginal sex".  Then Sarah said "oh cool lets go".  So then Jake laid down and Sarah got on top of his cock.  She began bobbing up and down on his cock.  Then she let out the loudest moan he had ever heard and did not stop for 10 minutes.  By now Matt was jerking off even harder then when he first started.  Matt was sweating like crazy.  Jake was also sweating like crazy and Sarah was bobbing on Jake's cock harder and harder as they went on.  Then Jake said "hickory dickory dock the girl was on my cock the clock struck two I dropped my goo and spun her around the block".  Then she gave a small laugh and Jake was laughing alot.  Then about ten minutes after they started having vaginal sex Jake said "oh oh im cumming".  He exploded a bunch of cum in her pussy.  She began to pant.  As he got every drop of his cum in her pussy.    Then Jake laid down and went to sleep.  So did Sarah but she opened her mouth and had Jake's cock in her mouth and fell alseep with it in her mouth.  Then Matt jerked off as hard as anybody could then he felt he was cumming.  So then Matt laid on his bed with his cock pointing straight up.  Then Matt gave out a loud moan.  Then Matt came and his cum went all over the ceiling and all over his bed.  Then his cum went all over his hair and face and stomach as well as on his pubic hair.  Then his cum squirted all over his legs and the bottom of his feet.  Right after it happened Matt's mouth was wide open he was in shock.  He had never squirted so much ever.  Some of his cum had went into his mouth.  Then Matt tried spitting out as of his cum as he could.  Then Matt said "oh grose cum in my bed".  However it was the best jerk off he had ever got.  Then he got up and cleaned up all of his cum that was on the ceiling.  Then he heard somebody come near his bedroom door.  So he quickly ran to his window and closed the blinds.  So that the person could not see what he was watching.  Then as soon as the blinds closed his mom opened the door.  Matt was on his way to the shower when she came near his door.  His mom was not suppose to be home for another five hours but she must have came home early.  At this momment Matt wished he would have locked his bedroom door.  As soon as his mom opened the door and saw him covered in cum she said "what the hell oh my gosh you are covered in sperm."!!!"  Then she said "what the hell were you doing"?  Then Matt said "well um ah I was jerking off".  Then his mom said "I can see that".  then his mom said "oh great looked you have your sperm all over your feet and you have made sperm foot prints all over your floor"!!!!!!!!!  Then Matt's mom said "oh and look oh my gosh its all over your bed blanket also"!!!!!  Then Matt said "im sorry I didn't know my load was going to blow that big".  Then Matt's mom said "blow your load what the hell just shut up"!!!!  Then Matt's mom said clean up the floor and wash your blanket and take a shower.  Then Matt's mom made eye contact with Matt and Matt was wanting her to clean up the floor and wash the his blanket.  So after he made eye contact with her she did just as he wanted.  Then Matt went and took a shower.  Then at 9:38 PM Matt went to bed.  All of what Jake and Sarah did Matt was thinking of them doing when he looked at both of them each move and thing they said.  He thought from the very begining all the way to the way they went to sleep.  Well over the whole night of Jake and Sarah sleeping.  What had happened is that because Sarah was sleeping with Jake's cock in her mouth with all the moving his cock  had done in her mouth durring the whole night made his cock about to exlpode.  At 5:35 AM Sarah woke up and Matt didn't make his mind control make them like each other.  So when both of them woke up in the morning they were both going to think why the hell they even did that.  They will both be shocked.  So when sarah woke up her eyes opened and she slowly began o move Jake's cock out of her mouth she was completely shocked.  However as soon as she moved Jake's cock the very tip of the head of his cock touched her tounge.  His cock exlploded in her mouth having been moved all around her tounge all night while they were sleeping.  All of Jake's cum squirted straight down her throat she didn't even have to swallow.  Lots of cum went down her throat all of his cum from that erection went right down her throat.  She moved his cock as quickly as she could after he came and started coughing from the cum going straight down her throat so fast.  As soon as jake's cock exlpoded he felt his erection and got up and said "what the hell".  Jake was shocked also because he barely knew Sarah and he had a girlfriend.  Then after Sarah was done coughing she screamed the loudest scream Matt had ever heard.  Then Matt woke up and went by the window and pulled up the blinds and knocked on the window very loud so that Jake and Sarah would look at him.  Which they did they looked at him and Matt gave them the instruction to go and get married and he made their mind forget about this scary wakeup that they had this morning.  So they got dressed and went and got married and came back to Jakes house.  Then they looked at Matts window waiting for him to look at them.  Just as Matt instructed them to do.  So he could think of what to make them do next.  If you think this story is good wait until I write part 2.                                         

   

The Making of a Big Tittied Cumslut 2

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Chapter 2

it was July when the old crapola hit the fan.  It was then that Mandy Marx went to see Dr Deemer about her stomach problems and was told she was pregnant.  Mandy insisted it was impossible as she was a virgin!  Dr Demmer proved it to her parents beyond a shadow of a doubt.  The Marx’s we

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re understandable upset, Mandy was not the type of girl who would lie at all much less about something like this, or was she.  Mr. Marx asked the doctor what could be done and in listing out alternatives the subject of abortion was broached.  Mr. Marx was a deeply religious man, he was an usher at mass most weeks, but didn’t want his daughters' life ruined.  So he seriously considered aborting the baby.  When the Marx’s went home they had reached no decision on what to do and planned to go home and pray.  Unfortunately for the Marx family when Dr. Deemer got home and his wife Kathy asked him about his day he, more out of reflex, told her and let the cat out of the bag.  After serving her family dinner Kathy went out by the back fence to talk to a neighbor and the news started to travel.  Once Kathy knew the news there was no way a large majority of the residents of Worth would not learn of it.  In a mere matter of days the Marx family was ruined as far as the town of Worth was concerned.

Mr. Marx had other problems than his daughters' pregnancy to occupy his mind.  His work at the factory had ended when the plant had closed down.  That had happened just after the first of the year.  The family had gone through most of there savings while Mr. Marx searched for new employment.  The truth is told the Marx family had a stack of unpaid bills when a strange miracle happened.  There home was broken into.  Now few people would think a burglary was any type of miracle but for the Marx it worked out as one.  For there house was the first but certainly far from the last.  There break in started the rash of robberies that caused Smithson security to be founded.  And Mr. Marx was able to get work.  And what the heck not much was taken from there house anyway.  Mr. Marx under went extensive training in home security installation. In April started to again receive a paycheck.  It’s an odd coincidence that within a matter of a week the Marx family went from celebrating there good fortune to finding Mandy passed out (and pregnant) in the park.

By July Mr. Marx saw the end on the horizon.  This was before Mandy’s doctor appointment.  In May and June there had been more overtime at work then anyone could handle.  Smithson had hired more and more workers to meet the public demand.  By July there was no new hires' and the overtime was drying up.  The owners of Smithson tried to find new customers or new products but it seemed Smithson was the proverbial big fish in a small pond.  They considered moving to a more populated area but there were too many security firms there already.  Smithson’s profits would continue to decrease till they sank in that small pond.

By mid July layoffs had started.  People who had bought the security systems based on the fact that they would be getting a reliable paycheck from Smithson now found themselves out of work and in debt.  People were mad that they were out of work and took it out where ever and when ever they could.  A rumor was started that Smithson, the company who only a few months earlier was looked on as the towns' savior, was actually in some way responsible fore the crime spree.  That was when the story of Mandy Marx’s Immaculate Conception started circulating.  The Pastor of the church who had announced that he would be retiring filled his last sermons will tales of lies and deceit about the sin of sex outside of marriage.  Although he never mentioned the Marx family and Mandy in particular by name everyone knew who he was condemning.  The Marx family quit attending service and accepted the first offer they received (a very low offer) and in just over a month Sandy would be watching there moving van dwindle in the distance.

Sandy had watched all the Molnar’s stuff be moved into there home only when the last box was brought in did the trance that had kept Sandy staring out the window break.  Sandy then went to her room and logged on to her computer it was time to share what little information she had acquired with “Friend”.

Sandy’s email was short and to the point.  She told of the tacky furniture she saw being moved into the house.  How Mr. Molnar seemed to have an older model computer but that his sons seemed newer.  How Judy had few possessions outside of a bed and dresser.  She reported that she had seen only one box taken to Judy’s room and supposed it must be Judy’s clothes.  Only one box of clothes Sandy looked around her room and thought her own flashy clothes would fill at least 5 or 6 boxes.  She concluded her email by saying that she was sorry she couldn’t supply more information.  Then she sent her email.

Sandy was more than a little surprised when she got a reply to her email almost instantly.  She saw from the address that it was from the school but who could possible be at the school on a Saturday at just past 6PM.  She couldn’t think of who “Friend” could possibly be but she figured who ever he is he must have a key to the school.  The response was a pleasant one.  It stated “Be pleased that Judy has few things to take up her time and mind as that will give you more room in her life.”  Sandy read the simple sentence then read it again then a third time.  It was confusing in its simplicity but she figured it meant that she should be happy that Judy’s life was simple as that way she could show her all sorts of new things.

Sandy wondered about how she could fill all the empty space in Judy’s life only till she looked at the clock.  It was closing on 7 and she had a date.  Mike was taking her for burgers and she figured Paul would most likely tag along.  She wondered if she should dress for comfort or dress to tease.  She figured dressing to tease would be her best option as she had been dressing for comfort the last few times they went out but now with Judy here she might need the boys to do what she wanted.  Sandy considered what to wear fairly carefully.  She knew she’d be with 2 guys.  That after going for burgers she figured they’d take her to the theater; some dumb action flick was on there.  She knew there main reason for going to movies like that was to ogle some big chested star in a tight little outfit, boys were so predictable.  She knew that at the movie she’d be sitting between the boys so she wanted something that both could enjoy and still not get them kicked out.  She chose a slightly loose tank top that both boys could access with out being obvious.  She decided to wear cutoffs to go with the top as she doubted the boys would get too worked up in the theater to try for more.

Sandy had figured right.  Mike pulled up in his jet black 4 x 4 truck Chevy truck.  As he got out Sandy saw Paul get out the other side.  Paul trotted to catch up to Mike.  At the door Mike rang the bell.  Mike’s eyes lit up as he saw how Sandy had dressed for him.  In the back Paul leered at Sandy.  It was secretly thought that Paul had been the dad of Mandy’s baby.  But that was a closely guarded secret that gave Paul a thrill.  They all climbed into Mike’s pickup and off they went to a local drive in for burgers.  Sandy was happy how both boys kept sneaking peeks at her chest.  After eating they started the fairly long drive to the theater.  Mike tells Paul to get out the joint he has stashed.  Sandy thinks if she gets stoned it may be tougher to stay in control.  Mike said he knew they’d all love the flick it was called Boats and Babes.  Sandy thought “oh god for that I’ll need the joint”.

Arriving at the theater Sandy had a pleasant buzz going.  Even though she tried not inhaling on the joint, she wanted to keep control, enough slipped into her to mellow her.  Mike and Paul were well stoned and found everything very funny.  The theater they were going to, actually the only one in a 25 mile radius was located in the middle of the town’s business district.  Not surprisingly the two neighbors of the theater were a fast food restaurant on one side and a game arcade on the other.  After Mike parked they were left with a short walk to go see the movie.  As they passed the arcade Sandy was pleased to notice that many young (and some not so young) heads turned to watch her.  She realized then her nipples were up and making appealing bumps in her tank top.

There was an elderly lady in the ticket booth that looked at Sandy with some disapproval.  Mike had his wallet out but Sandy thought that as stoned as Mike was that it would be a chore for him to understand the woman and also to figure out how much to pay.  Sandy took Mikes wallet and approached the booth.  The movie was rated R so technically Sandy should not have been allowed in to see it.  She acted bored asking for the tickets.  Although the woman in the booth might have asked if Sandy were old enough to enter Sandy was saved when the woman recognized Mike.  She regularly attends high school football games and Mike is something of a star.  The lady whispered to Sandy “isn’t that Mike Sorenson?”  Sandy told her it was and the lady made a tsking sound.  She added “he's taking a date to this type of movie?”  Sandy said it was his turn to pick, and the woman thought Sandy was a fine young lady for agreeing.  Sandy, who under normal circumstances can be gruff, realized she was acting like a fine young lady and fought back the urge to giggle.  “My god the right amount of pot may be the best thing” Sandy thought to herself.

Inside the theater Mike and Paul would have marked themselves as stoned to anyone who chanced to observe there behavior.  Giggling they ran right for the snack counter.  Sandy on the other hand was into people watching.  She hadn’t much listened to the title Mike had told her, and paid no attention to the signs in the lobby, she just new it was a guy flick and a place to test her feminine wiles.  As the boys decided on which food and drinks they wanted Sandy circled the lobby in much the same way a shark would.  She was pleased by the reactions she elicited.  Guy’s eyes were drawn to and held by her protruding nipples.  Girls on the other hand were busier hitting there staring boyfriends and reminding them they were there on a date.

Mike and Paul finally got there selections and armed with arm loads of goodies were ready to find a comfy spot to sit.  Unattached guys were disappointed to see Sandy walk with the boys into the semi darkened theaters.  The attached guys were disappointed to but they hid the fact better.  The girls were just relieved.  Mike knew right where he wanted his group to sit.  He led the way down the left hand aisle almost but not quite all the way to the front.  Most couples like sitting in the back of the theater as they think it offers more privacy for there petting sessions but Mike reasoned with the doors right there and everyone passing by it would be like groping in the lobby.  Groping in the lobby was fun but Mike wanted a little more than just squeezing Sandy’s tits thru her top.  Arriving at the fourth row he stopped and waited for Paul to enter first.  The sections closest to the wall feature only four seats this close to the front so no one would want to get in to them.  And since it wasn’t a kid flick the first few rows would be empty.

Paul entered the row first so he’d be sitting on Sandy’s left hand side and Mike would be on Sandy’s right hand side.  They had just sat down when the lights dimmed and the curtain opened t show coming attractions.  Mike and Paul made rude comments about the latest G rated movie coming out.  There comments were mostly garbled as they constantly kept filling there mouths with more food, a symptom of the munchies.  Sandy stayed quiet for the most part only giggling occasionally and an especial rude or gross comment.  Sandy marveled at all the goodies the boys had bought and at how fast they were disappearing.  By the time the actual movie was starting the boys had polished off what for most people would have lasted more than the length of the movie.

Sandy did her best to suppress her groan as at the start of the movie Pamela Anderson bounced across the screen in a skimpy outfit.  She remembered seeing Barb Wire with the boys and knew her hopes for a nap were gone.  She felt a hand from each side snake its way under her to and squeeze her boobs.  She didn’t say or do anything to slow the boys down.  After all she had wanted to use tonight to strengthen her control over the boys so maybe old Pammy was the ticket.

Sandy let the boys grope her not doing anything in return till the gropes became more insistent.  At that point she let her arms drop off her seats arm rests and drop onto the lap of each boy.  She lightly rubbed the boy’s bulges and the gropes returned to a more easy level.  Sandy had long ago learned that when the boys groping grew more frenzied, that corresponded to what was on the screen, then and only then would she move to the next level in satisfying the boys.  First level was letting her hands drop in there laps and lightly rub there bulges thru there pants.  Level two was where she opened there pants and rubbed through there underwear.  The third level was when she slipped her hand into there briefs and felt bare cock slowly.  Level four was when she had it out and slowly stroked it.  The fifth level was usually the last level.  It was the level where she stroked faster and the boys could cum.  She reached level five rights at the climax of the movie.  Using her hands like an expert race car driver she slowed the right and speeded the left till both boys reached the point of no return at the exact moment.  She was secretly pleased that Pam wasn’t on the screen as the boys had there orgasm as both boys were looking at her and not the screen.

With the enormous amount of food the boys had purchased, but like boys they had grabbed very few napkins.  Sandy had cum on both her hands and no where to wipe it.  She solved her problems by licking her hands clean, which the boys thought was very erotic.  Sandy reflected that cum didn’t taste to bad a little slimy and kind of salty but all in all not to bad.  She just thought taking a boys cock in her mouth was kind of gross.  She couldn’t stop thinking about them peeing from there cocks.  From the looks on the boy’s faces she knew her plan was a success and that the boys would do anything she asked them too.

As Sandy was having her date things back at the Molnar home were much more sedate.  Pastor who had taken over the small family room and turned it into more of an office.  He had set up his old computer; it hadn’t taken long, and was polishing the sermon he would be delivering the next day.  Pam Molnar was busy puttering around the kitchen making brownies from scratch as a thank you gift to the Demmer family for there helps on moving them in.  As for the kids Judy was lying on her bed reading and Jimmy was working to hook up his much more complex computer in his room.

All seemed normal but appearances can be deceiving as the kids would learn sooner or later.

In Jimmy’s case he had only one thought on his mind.  To get his computer up and running so he could go online and rejoin the medieval role playing game that he had come across earlier in the summer.  As he made the connections he noticed his dad had set up an AOL account and was not using the little local service.  Jimmy was ecstatic as he was worried that a little Podunk server out in the middle of nowhere wouldn’t give him a fast connection to his game.  When jimmy went online he got the message that he had mail.  He figured he knew what the mail was but took a second to open it anyway and yes it was a welcome to AOL.  Jimmy then opened his role playing game but before he could do more than open it he heard “You have mail”.  Now he was certainly confused.  No one had his email address so how could anyone be emailing him?  Confused and curious Jimmy opened this new mail.  It said, “Welcome to Worth Jimmy.  I’m so glad to see you like role playing games.  You seem cool.  When I play I like using the name Gandalf, but because I like thinking so far ahead most call me Master Mind.  I look forward to playing with you.  By the way your sister is really hot!  It was so cool when you had her show how big her boobs are with your box trick!  Well, I just wanted to say hi to the newest player.  Let the games begin!  (Signed) Gandalf.”  More confused now than when he had opened the email, Jimmy soon lost himself in his game and forgot the email.

Meanwhile in her room Judy lay deeply engrossed in the latest mystery thriller she was reading.  Judy was a passionate reader.  Most folk thought that the fact that Judy was so shy and introvert was caused by her dads being over protective.  This was not completely accurate.  Judy’s shyness actual sprung from a trauma that had happened much earlier in her life.  Judy was 6 at the time.  She was out behind the parsonage playing in the sandbox her dad had built for the kids.  Mom was inside doing dishes while some cookies browned in the oven.  Mom watched Judy by looking out the window of the sink, knowing Chicago was a dangerous place.  Judy was playing happily by herself and mom was humming to herself.  That’s when the timer on the oven dinged.  Mom turned to the oven and checked the cookies, the kitchen was small it only took a sec.  She turned back and was horrified.  A large black man seemed to have materialized out of thin air.  He was standing in profile to the window so Pam could see both the man and Judy.  And oh my god he was exposing his genitals to her precious, innocent baby.  And Judy was not running away screaming but was staring wide eyed.  Pam ran to the back door.  The sight the greeted her was more than Pam could take.  Judy was extending her arm and was close to touching the big black penis!  All Pam could do was scream thank god that was enough as the man didn’t so much flee as disappear.  But Pam’s last look at him and the thing she’d always remember was his evil grin.

That was why Judy laid on her bed with her only friend, the latest mystery thriller book.  It was the only place Judy could go without mom or dad being right with her.  She hoped that now since they had moved to and easy going peaceful place maybe her parents might let her have a friend.

Judy was totally unaware that she was being watched.  Mr. Marx having been employed by Smithson, and so getting a big discount, had put the most elaborate security on the house where his family, and now the Molnars resided.  Although cameras watched her every move in the house there was another pair of real eyes watching her.  These eyes were unaided by cameras and relied on binoculars.

Gus Gulley was another neighbor of the Molnars.  He had been a police officer when he worked but was forced into early retirement.  Most people didn’t know the reason Gus retired.  Gus had been married and had had a daughter.  As she grew and developed Gus took, what some might say was an unhealthy interest in her.  Most days Gus’ patrol car would be cruising the area of the high school when it let out.  Gus also patrolled lover’s lane.  Trying to catch young girls in various stages of undress having sex.  His wife had had enough and left Gus taking there daughter with her.  Gus in a private interview was given 2 choices.  He could spend time in therapy (as he was suspected of molesting a girl) or he could accept early retirement.  Gus took retirement.  He then moved to Worth where he was unknown and there were no rumors about him.  He explained his retirement was do to a run in with prep.  The people of Worth felt safer with Gus around and had welcomed him with open arms.  Gus spent his time building his collection of porn always seeking pictures and stories of young “cumsluts”.  This night with no curtains up he had his binoculars trained on Judy’s window and were snapping a few digital photos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The beast

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I am still stunned at the actions of the Beast.

On the other hand, I am starting to understand my power and exercise some controll over the big fucker.

I have found out that he has always been a loner, from a broken home , he devoted his life to getting strong. his reason: If you are the biggest motherfucker in the valley, there is no one to fear.

I agree, as I have been in his head as he was pulled over by cops and sensed their fear when they confronted him. Normal people dont project the raw power and intimidation the beast packs. From his imposing, tatooed body to his dead eyes. He intimidates.

Once, when he/we were hauling ass down the street on his chopper with some guys from the "Cadavers", the most intimdating gang in town, with "Bad Tony&

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quot;, the most feared enforcer of the gang, all tatooes, muscle, and swagger.

The cops knew Tony as an enforcer who didnt hesitate to fuck people up, standing 6' 2" , 239 lbs of pure beligerance, posing a threat to anybody stupid enough to fuck with him.

Tony was suprised to see the 20 cops converge upon the Beast's bike and confiscate his weopons, including a street sweeper shotgun.

The beast cast his glance at Tony and smiled.

Raw power in the human sense is fodder for many a young person ready to cede their soul to the darkside.

to be continued.

Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 3, First Morning

jessicablank on Mind Control Stories

Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 3, First Morning
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  Dan is enjoying a wonderful weekend as MzDominica's slave, up in her mountain cabin.  On her command, he cleaned himself out with several huge, warm enemas (ohhhhhhhh, yummy!), then inserted a thick butt plug which will be inside him all weekend.  Then she covered a dildo with her pussy juices, pushed it into his mouth, and set him on a rubber-covered pallet to sleep, with orders NOT to rub his aching cock on the seductively soft rubber surface.

Chapter 3, First Morning:

Even in Dan's dreams, MzDominica continued to stimulate his sex -- insistently, relentlessly -- commanding him to serve her.  He licked Dominica's boots -- up, up, up, to her soft, creamy thighs -- only to have

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her stop him, just as his tongue was about to touch her skin.  He could smell her skin.  He could smell her pussy... so close.  So warm, and musky.  In his sleep, he sucked on the dildo, tasting her juices, smelling her scent, imagining her cumming and squirting around the dildo, through the dildo.  Down to her feet, again.  Now they were naked, and he licked between her toes, under her toes.  He wanted to cradle her feet in his hands -- but his hands were beneath him, useless, paralyzed somehow.  Lick, lick, lick.  His entire world focused down to his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his nose -- and what he could do with them, to please his Mistress.

His eyes opened.  Not quite awake, but realizing he was still in the bedroom, in darkness.  On the pallet.  His cock was on fire, and yet it felt numb.  He needed to stroke it.  But he couldn't let go of the thick rubber cocks.  He needed to pee.  So badly!  Oh, Goddess, all that water, from the enemas!  He began waking up, just a little.  The rubber was all around, under him.  So soft.  Felt so good on his aching nipples.  He circled his breasts around in a little figure eight, feeling the rubber catch on his skin, then slide, sending little jolts of pleasure that crept through his chest and up the back of his neck.  He wanted it to touch his cock.  Just a little.  If he could just pump his hips downward, just for a second...  Dominica's green eyes appeared in his mind.  He couldn't look away.  Her eyes swirled, making him sleepy.  Need to remain still.  Need to sleep.  Need to pee...  Pee...  Need to stroke aching cock...  Need to pee... Need to... Sleep... Sleep... Sleep...

Dan was kneeling on the floor, his head raised up to the bed, face down in the covers.  Dominica sat on the bed, her right thigh against his right cheek.  So soft and smooth.  Cool and warm at the same time.  He wanted so much to move his head, around her thigh, to find her warm, wet pussy -- but he couldn't move.  He was frozen in place.  Panting... panting...  His tongue lolled out of his mouth... 

Dan's eyes opened.  Another sex dream!  He needed to fuck!  He needed to stroke!  He needed to pee!  His eyes focused on nothing in the darkness, not even thinking of the dildo that his mouth was so automatically sucking.  His hands worked the other two thick dildos, furiously, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing!  Hoping to feel the rubbing against his cock, like he had in the car, in his mind, inside his/her pussy.  Dan's hips started to strain downward toward the soft, rubber sheet.  Just one stroke!  Just one -- she won't mind!  His legs froze, he saw her green, swirling eyes, and his mind drifted...  drifted...

Dan's nose nuzzled against Dominica's clit.  Her labia spread around his face, wide and puffy and wet, as he made little figure-eight's against her clit with his nose.  His long tongue slurped out, and licked a trail from the base of her pussy up to her clit.  Dan's cheeks felt cool as Dominica's legs spread further apart, opening her pussy wider to his mouth, tilting her pink ass-bud up where he could reach it with his tongue.  Slurp... slurp... slurp...  Her hands dug into the hair at the back of his head, and pulled him in tighter against her crotch...

Dildo dropping out of his mouth, Dan panted as his eyes opened yet again.  The room was no longer dark.  On the floor in front of him was a little, plastic toy dog.  Dan's mouth dropped open, and he panted some more.  Woof!  Need to pee.  Need to peeeeeee!  Neeeeeeeed to peeeeeee!   Dan/Woof crawled off the pallet, absent-mindedly leaving the rubber dildos behind, and padded out of the room, down the hallway, to the front door.  There, he dropped down to the floor and began to whine, head against the door.

The doorway to MzDominica's room nearby was open.  She was already up, just finishing breakfast at the dining table.  With a big smile on her face, she walked causally toward Dan and stood next to him.  Holding a leash and dog collar.

"Hmmm.... Poor little doggie needs to go for a walk?" she teased.  She dangled the leash next to Dan's head.  He looked back at her and nodded, whining a little more.  She swung the hoop of the leash back and forth... back and forth... 

Dan's mind was becoming fuzzy again.  Dominica reached past him, and opened the door.  The morning light streamed in.  Dan was torn between looking out and watching the swinging leash.  Mistress leaned forward, hands around his neck, and deftly wrapped the collar around him, buckling it in place.  She trailed a long fingernail down his cheek, staring closely into his eyes.  A heartbeat.  Two.  It seemed forever.  It was over too quickly.  Mistress stood up, towering over him.  All he could see was her shiny, black boots, which seemed to go up and up her legs, forever.

"Outside, doggie," she said.

Something in the back of Dan's mind resisted.  Outside?  Exposed to the world?  Naked?  He was beginning to rise out of trance, out of fear, out of danger...

Dominica leaned forward and held a little rubber doggie bone in front of Dan's nose.  "Sniff," she said.  He could already smell the rubber.  His mind began to drift.  Dan took a slow, deep breath through his nose, letting the scent of that rubber stroke the back of his nasal passages, the back of his throat, the back of his mind.  His conditioning asserted itself, so strongly.  "Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica."  It repeated over and over in his head.  What he could see didn't seem so important, as what he could smell.  The sweet, mind-numbing scent of the rubber.

MzDominica stroked the rubber bone under Dan's nose, over his lips.  His eyes closed, and his ears seemed to hear that rushing of the ocean again.  She ran the tip of the rubber bone from the bridge of his nose, downward, over the tip, down to his lips.  Helplessly, mindlessly, Dan kissed it.  She trailed it over his chin, down his neck, to the edge of the collar.  Dan whined, whimpered, groaned -- neither he nor Dominica was certain which.  She smiled, held the bone directly in front of his nose, and squeezed it briefly a couple of times.

Squeak!  Squeak!  Squeak!

Dan/Woof heard the squeaky toy, and his eyes popped open.

Dominica teased him, "Nice, rubber squeaky toy, for my little doggie.  You want it?  You have to come out.  You want to pee?  You have to come out!"

Dan/Woof's bladder was about to explode!

Squeak!  Squeak!  Squeak!

Dominica gently tugged Dan's leash, and began to walk out the door.  The morning sun glinted off her shiny black boots.  All resistance gone, Dan rose up on all fours and began to crawl after her.

She led him slowly out the door, down the porch, past the mini-van, to the short fence that surrounded the cabin.  Only waist-high, but it formed a perimeter around the entire property.  Dan hadn't even noticed it when they had pulled in, the evening before.  Dominica guided him toward the gate, at the end of the walkway.  Then she pointed at one corner of the gate.

"Pee," she commanded.

Dan/Woof was too deeply tranced now, to refuse.  And he needed to pee, so bad!  It was getting impossible to hold in the pee.  His bladder was starting to cramp and loosen at the same time.  Only a second or two, and he wouldn't be able to control it at all!  He crawled swiftly over to the gate, angled his body parallel to the fence.  Lifted his left leg.  And he began to pee.  Ohhhhhhhh, so good!  The relief was so...

"Stop!" MzDominica commanded.  "Follow!" she said, and tugged on his leash.

Dan felt his bladder clench up, and refuse to pee any more!  But he was full to bursting!  He followed his Mistress, crawling along the fence, a few feet away, just past some flowers.

"Pee," she commanded again.

Dan/Woof lifted his leg quickly, this time, and let loose a stream...

"Stop!" she commanded.  "Follow."

Dan's bladder clenched up again.  The pain was excruciating!  He needed to pee!  Pee!  Pee!  Pee!  He needed to just let go and let it all flow out, so badly!

Dominica led him to the corner of the fence.  "Pee," she commanded.  Dan began to pee again.  "Stop!" she commanded.   Almost, almost, Dan could have whined.  But he could not disobey.  He followed, further along the fence.

"Pee!"  "Stop!"  "Pee!"  "Stop!"

Every little chance to pee made his aching bladder feel better.  But every stop was driving him insane.  With the need to release.  The need to pee more.  The pain of stopping in mid-stream.  The pleasure of obeying his Mistress.  Pee/stop.  A few more feet.  Pee/stop.  Around and around the fence.  Oh, so good to let go!  Oh, the ache of having to stop!

Eventually, Dan/Woof found himself back at the front gate again.  Shaking.  Shivering.  Still needing to pee!  All he could see was her boots.  All he could think of was obedience.

"Good girl," Dominica soothed.  She stroked the top of Dan/Woof/Daniella's head, down the back of his neck.  "Now, follow again.  Over here to the corner!"  She tugged on the leash, and squeezed the rubber bone.  Squeak!  Squeak!  Squeak!  Dan almost ran, on all fours, hurrying to keep up.  "Here, girl.  Pee.  Let it all out, little doggie.  Pee and pee and pee, till you're all empty!"

Dan pounced into the corner, where he'd been just a few minutes before, and let all the pee run out, in a long, warm stream.  His eyes rolled upward in his head and his eyelids closed, from the sheer pleasure of total, abandoned release. 

Dominica trailed her fingers along his left cheek.  "Good girl," she said.  "Good, good girl.  I'll tell you why, later.  But right now," she squeaked the rubber bone, "it's breakfast time!  Follow, little doggie!  Follow your Mistress!"  Daniella/Woof's tongue lolled out of her mouth, as she followed, bounding, after MzDominica, returning to the front porch.  The slave didn't even notice that there was a second vehicle parked next to the mini-van.  A small convertible, with the top down.

"Wipe your feet!" Dominica commanded, as they reached the threshold.  Daniella/Woof rubbed her hands and knees on the doormat, scraping off the dirt, as Dominica opened the door again.  She followed as Dominica led her to the kitchen.

There, on the floor, were the two pet dishes again.  One with warm oatmeal -- maple and brown sugar -- the other with water.

Dominica led her slave over to the corner.  Daniella/Woof felt suddenly so intensely hungry.

"Not yet, not yet, my little pet," Dominica gently tugged on the leash, back, then upward.  "Sit up, paws in the air!"  Daniella/Woof sank back on her heels, and held her hands high.  "Good girl!  Now beg!  Beg for your breakfast!"  The slave waved her hands in the air, close together, gazing into Dominica's deep green eyes.  "Hold it... hold it... Good girl!  Down, now.  Let me take your collar off."  She quickly unbuckled the collar, and gave the back of Daniella's head a couple of brisk rubs.  The slave's eyes closed, and she arched her neck, pushing her head against Dominica's hand.  "Good girl.  Mmmmm, you like it when I call you good girl, don't you?  Good girl!  Yes.  Now you may eat your breakfast.  And be sure to drink all your water!"

Daniella bent forward and began licking little dollops of oatmeal out of the bowl, then turning to the other bowl and lapping up some water, then back to the oatmeal.  Little by little, she finished the cereal.  And just as she was licking the last bit of oatmeal out of the dish, Dominica bent down and slid another little plastic animal in front of her.  This time, it was a fluffy, white cat.  Daniella felt dizzy.  She stared at the cat.  And pushed her back and buttocks back, in a long, lazy stretch.

"That's right, my little pussy cat.  That's right," Dominica crooned.  Mistress purred at her slave, and Daniella purred back.  Dominica smiled broadly.  "You've finished your breakfast, little pussy," a glint in her eyes, "but you have oatmeal all over your face.  My little kitty cat needs to wash, don't you?  You remember how to wash?"

More and more dazed, Daniella reached her right hand up to her face, gently balled into a fist, and rubbed it over her cheek, getting some of the oatmeal on her hand.  Then she licked the back of her hand, swallowing the oatmeal, and repeated with the left hand.  Back and forth, right hand, left hand, licking, licking, licking.  Her hands and face were slick and shiny with saliva mixed with oatmeal.  The slave looked up at Mistress, with a big cat-like smile on her face, gazing into Dominica's eyes, and purred again.

MzDominica laughed -- gently, but her slave did look so cute.  And a little ridiculous.  "All right, Daniella, you cute little pussy cat.  Little pussy.  Little wet pussy.  Time to get yourself wetter.  Mmmmm.  Time to get really cleaned up -- time for a shower."  She reached forward and snapped her fingers.  "Wake up, Daniella.  Be my little human slave, now."

Daniella's head suddenly cleared, like fog being blown away by a sudden breeze.  She realized she was crouched on the kitchen floor, Mistress towering over her, and felt so silly.  But she was having an awful lot of fun!

"Crawl to the bathroom now, slave, and get yourself all scrubbed clean.  When you're done, I want you in your bedroom again."  She leaned downward, the closeness of her breasts making it difficult again for Daniella to think.  "And while you're in the shower, I want you to try to guess what is the next delightful rubber treat I have for you in that great, big suitcase."

Daniella shivered, and realized the butt plug had started fucking her again.  Fuck... relax... fuck... relax...  She started to crawl out of the kitchen, then remembered she had two dirty dishes next to her on the floor.  She turned, and started to pick them up.

"Leave those," Dominica commanded.  "They'll be taken care of."  Daniella turned, a little confused, and started crawling away again.  Dominica gave her a firm swat on her naked behind.  "Get a move on, now!"

In the bathroom, Daniella stood up, for the first time in so many hours.  It almost seemed unnatural, standing and walking on two feet.  She looked in the mirror, and saw the slick sheen on her face, the little flecks of oatmeal.  "Oh well," she thought, "oatmeal is supposed to be GOOD for your complexion."  She turned on the tap in the sink, let the water warm, and rinsed off her face.

Before showering, she was about to apply the depilatory that kept her face and body hairless and smooth -- then realized she hadn't yet brought in her little bag of bathroom accessories.  Wondering if she dared go back out to the bedroom first, Daniella looked around and her gaze landed on the bag, on the shelf right next to the sink.  "But how did that get here?"  She couldn't imagine Dominica unpacking her suitcase for her.  But then, she also couldn't imagine Dominica making breakfast for her.  The oatmeal was still warm when she had gotten to it, like it had been freshly made.  As she gently applied the lotion to her skin, loving the smooth, silky feel as it glided on, she mentally replayed the morning "walk" in the yard.  And suddenly remembered the convertible.  Was there somebody else here?

In the shower, Daniella rinsed all the lotion away, scrubbing gently.  What DID Mistress have in that suitcase for her next?  More dildos?  A rubber cat suit?  More chew toys?  She giggled.  And became more aroused, thinking about all that time on the pallet, aching to rub her crotch against that soft rubber surface.  Her middle finger automatically went down between her legs, separating her wet pussy lips, while she humped her clit against the palm of her hand.  All clean, and steamy, and horny for Mistress.  She'd been thinking about something else a minute ago...  About the oatmeal...  Ohhhh, her finger felt so good.  Her other hand reached up, and started playing with her nipples.  Left, then right, left, then right.  Hefting her breasts, while her other hand split her aching pussy.  The butt plug continued its relentless fuck... relax... fuck... relax...  In her mind, she heard the little rubber squeaky toy again.  She had to finish her shower, towel off, and present  herself to Mistress Dominica.  Even in the shower, she could smell the rubber, see Dominica's eyes, hear Dominica's voice...

"Good girl," Dominica reached out one finger, and traced her long, red fingernail down Daniella's right cheek.  The slave couldn't even remember leaving the bathroom and returning here, to the bedroom.  Right next to the big, mysterious suitcase.  Unable to take her eyes off Dominica's black, shiny boots.  On all fours, she shivered again, and bowed her head to the floor, awaiting her Mistress' next command.  Her skin was dry -- but her pussy was wet, again dribbling pre-cum on the floor.  That would be taken care of, soon, with the next little item in the suitcase.

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MzDominica sat on the four-poster bed.  She was dressed in a loose satin blouse, a leather skirt, and a pair of thigh-high, black leather boots.

"Lift your head, slave," she said.  "Look into my eyes."

Daniella raised her head from the floor, looking upward at her Mistress, while she remained in a keeling position.  Sitting back on her heels, her arms straight, she gazed into Dominica's green eyes, lost in their depths.  Mistress' eyes seemed to swirl and spin, calling the slave into a deeper and deeper trance.  She forgot even to try to think.

Leaning forward, Dominica stroked Daniella's face with the deep, red fingernail of her index finger.  From the slave's chin, upward to her left cheekbone.  Then the other side, again from her chin, upward to her right cheekbone.  Then the left side again.  Daniella's eyes kept closing -- slowly, languidly -- then opening again, as she gently quivered, all over her body.  Still lost in Dominica's green eyes.  Her face was limp, her jaw slack.  Moment by moment, her deep breathing quickened, turning into panting gasps of desire.

"Listen to me, Daniella.  Danielllllaaaaaa!"  The slave shook, and gasped even more deeply.  "You were very good, and very obedient this morning.  Mistress was pleased."  Dominica traced her finger across the slave's lower lip, right to left.  Then across her upper lip, left to right.  "Do you know what you did this morning?" Dominica asked.

Daniella's mind was so blank, it was hard to answer.  Hard to find words.  Hard to remember.  She wanted only to go blank, and obey.  What had she done?  Her breath exhaled, but no words formed on her lips.

Dominica watched as her slave's eyes squinted, revealing the struggle.  Good.  So mindless.  So helpless.  "Daniella, you were a good doggie for me.  You peed and peed and peed, on command.  Such a good doggie."

Unable to stop herself, Daniella began to wiggle her ass, as if she had a tail she was trying to wag.  So happy to have pleased her Mistress.  The ever-present butt-plug kept her nice and filled, but she forgot about it, in the mental image of wagging that tail.

"You know, to an animal, the pee of a human -- especially a meat-eating human -- smells like a big predator.  The scent keeps them away, because they know the territory belongs to someone else -- a more powerful animal."  Dominica ran her index finger from the base of Daniella's throat to her chin.  The slave blinked... so... slowly...  "When I walked you around, every place you peed marked your territory."  She touched the tip of Daniella's nose.  "Marked MY territory."  Daniella's eyes opened wide.  "Now," Dominica explained, "they know to stay out of my yard.  The local dogs.  The local cats.  And... other animals!"

While Daniella tried to make sense of this, floating helplessly, MzDominica raised the edge of her skirt.  The slave could see Mistress was naked underneath, and she began to drool.  Dominica reached her middle finger between her own legs, and withdrew it.  She held it up, glistening with her pussy juices.

"Mmmm..." she said.  "Your face is all nice and clean again, after your shower."  She waved her shiny finger back and forth, watching Daniella's gaze follow it again.  "Good girl.  And now, I mark ANOTHER part of MY territory!"  Dominica wiped her wet pussy juices over the tip of the slave's nose, and onto both nostrils.  "Inhale deeply," she commanded.  Daniella mindlessly took a long, slow breath, carrying the scent of her Mistress deep into her brain.  "Good girl," MzDominica said.  "You are mine.  You have always been mine.  You will always be mine!"

Daniella's eyes closed.  Her mind drifted.  She couldn't help herself.

"Good girl," she heard Mistress say.  "Float here, a moment, my slave.  Just float.  And drift.  And feel yourself belonging to me.  Completely."

The slave was not sure how much time might have passed, when she heard Mistress telling her to open her eyes, and look in the suitcase again.  Rising, like a robot, up on her knees, she lifted the cover on the suitcase and found... a sheet of butcher paper.  On top of this were two items:  black rubber panties, and a plastic container of talcum powder.

"Stand up, Daniella," Dominica commanded.

Feeling awkward, now, standing in Mistress' presence, the slave rose and stood with her legs slightly separated, prepared to drop to the floor where she belonged, at the slightest command.  But the command never came.  Instead, Dominica told her to take the container, and lightly dust her thighs, bottom, and hairless crotch with the talc.  Then she was to take the rubber panties, slide them up her legs, and pull them snugly into place.  The front of the panties felt strangely thick, as if there were more there, than just a layer of soft, black rubber.

"No need to tuck your little clitty/cock under, this time," Dominica teased.  "Pull it upward."  Daniella adjusted her genitals, feeling the tight rubber wrap around and against them.  "That's right.  I want you to stay nice, and long, and hard for me.  We're going to have some fun!"

As Daniella watched, Dominica reached into the suitcase, lifted the butcher paper, and removed one more item.  It looked like one of those universal remote controls for TVs and stereos.  In a way, that's exactly what it was!  Dominica held the rectangular box, pressed one of the many buttons, and looked upward at Daniella's face, watching for her reaction.

At first, the slave did not realize anything had changed.

"You feel it, don't you... slave?" Dominica cooed.  "That slow, gentle stroking of your pussy?  Mmmm, so good!  Feel the rubber, softly moving back and forth.  Up and down.  Feel it!"

In a couple of moments, Daniella realized the rubber panties had started massaging her crotch.  She wanted to cum -- she'd been wanting to cum since last night, when Mistress had put her to bed with the wet dildo in her mouth.  Now, she needed to cum with an urgency that was almost as strong as when she had needed to pee, a short while ago!

"Feel that rubbing, stroking and stroking and stroking your sex.  Not hard -- just so very gently.  A long, smooth glide upward... from base to tip... all along your pussy.  Then a slow, gentle stroke downward.  So soft, you can barely tell it's there.  But you CAN feel it, can't you?  It makes you want to cum in those tight, rubber panties -- doesn't it, slave?"  Daniella could only nod, her voice gone.  "Yes... but you cannot cum without permission!  And you do not have permission -- not yet!"  Daniella whimpered.

Dominica pressed another button.  "Now, slave, feel the panties tightening around the base of your crotch."  In the back of her mind, Daniella remembered that "Dan" had testicles -- and those balls were being slowly squeezed by the rubber panties.  "Feel it.  First, it squeezes so gently -- pleasantly.  The soft rubber, pulling together.  Just a nice, pleasant compression.  So especially nice, as those panties continue to massage your little clitty/cock."  Daniella's hips began to rock, her eyes to close.

"Yes, but the pressure on your balls continues to increase, doesn't it, slave?  Harder and harder."  Daniella's eyes began to water.  "Yes, it hurts -- but somehow, you also like it.  Don't you?"  The squeezing got tighter, and the slave's eyes opened again.  She could see Dominica watching her.  "Tighter, and tighter..."  Daniella's jaw dropped open, and she began to shake her head slowly from side to side.  "Squeezing so slowly, so hard.  Another moment... tighter.  Another moment... even tighter."  Daniella's throat emitted a tiny squeak!  Dominica pressed another button.  "And now the squeezing stops.  The stroking on your clitty/cock also stops.  Feel it all stop, my slave!"

The stimulation stopped -- but the need to cum remained.

"You see," Mistress said, "from here, I have complete control over your sex, through the tight rubber panties."  She waved the remote in a little figure eight.  "On your knees, again, slave."  Daniella dropped quickly to the floor.  "Follow me outside.  Crawl, slave!"

Dominica stood and led her slave into the hall, through the front door, outside again.  Daniella gave no thought, this time, to whether she might be seen.  She merely followed.

Outside, past the mini-van, stood two pine trees, about four feet apart.  MzDominica led Daniella to the space between them, and told her to stand up again.  To close her eyes, spread her legs, and raise her hands up in the air, above her shoulders.  To listen closely, as Dominica clicked the shackles closed on her wrists and ankles, attaching her to the chains.  Chaining her between the two pine trees.

"Open your eyes, again, Daniella!"  Dominica stood before the slave, holding the remote control again.  "Look into my eyes, and listen closely," she said.  "See the remote control in my hand.  Do you see it?"  Daniella nodded her head.  "Good girl.  I can do so many things with those soft, black rubber panties.  You can smell the rubber, even from here, can't you?"  Daniella's eyes were becoming vacant.  "That's right.  Deeper... and deeper...  Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica... Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica... Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica...  Let your eyes close, now, slave.  Slowly... slowly..."

Daniella's eyes drifted closed.  Her breathing became slow and deep.

"Feel yourself dropping deeper... and deeper...  So mindless...  So empty...  So open...  Your pussy is dripping wet inside those soft... black... rubber panties.  So wet.  Being wet makes your clitty hard.  Having your clitty hard makes your breasts grow.  They feel bigger... and bigger..."  Dominica rubbed the corner of the remote control on Daniella's left nipple, round and round and round.  Then around her right nipple.  So cool and hard.  Daniella could feel her breasts jiggle as she shivered with Mistress' touch.  "Good girl.  Just keep dropping for me... Deeper...  and deeper...  Feeling more and more feminine.  Wetter and wetter.  Your breasts bigger, and softer.  Needing to be touched.  Now just relax into the shackles, babi.  Let yourself go.  Obey.  Listen to my voice."

Daniella slumped, arms held high, legs far apart.  Of course, the shackles, the chains, were only in her mind.  But that didn't matter.  She stood between the trees, appearing to hang from invisible bondage only she could see, only she could feel.

"Good girl.  Now I'm pressing another button on the remote control.  Feel the rubber panties grow and stretch, reaching upward along your torso, downward along your thighs.  Feel them stretching and covering your body.  The soft, shiny, black rubber reaches up over your tunmmy, over your chest, enclosing your huge breasts.  First the left breast, then the right breast, coating the undersides, in soft, shiny, black rubber.  Then over the tops.  Finally, slowly wrapping around those long, hard nipples.  Mmmmm, so tight.  The rubber squeezes your nipples, pulsing.  Pulsing.  Milking them."

Daniella's head dropped back, her face pointed up into the sky, as she began to moan.

"The rubber stretches out, under your arms, stroking your armpits, covering you.  Down to your elbows, where it licks inside the creases of your skin as it coats you, completely.  Completely.  Down your legs, caressing your thighs, stroking behind your knees.  Down to your feet.  It tickles, so softly, under the arches of your feet.  Between your toes."

Daniella was panting heavily now, her eyes opening again, in little slits.

"Up the crack of your ass, up the middle of your back, to your shoulders.  It caresses your spine as it rises, rises, rises -- and reaches in smooth, black rubber sheets, over your shoulders to meet the rubber that covers your breasts.  You know where you are, don't you, Daniella?  You know where you are.  Tell me!"

Daniella gasped out the words, "Black rubber suit!"

"That's right," Dominica replied.  "You are encased in my black rubber suit.  Completely covered in soft, shiny, black rubber.  Feel the panties pushing that butt plug -- that big, black, rubber butt plug -- deep into your ass.  Fuck... fuck... fuck...  Mmmmm...."

The slave was pumping her hips, grinding back and forth, head back, moaning constantly.

"Open your eyes, Daniella.  Look at me," Dominica commanded.

Her head snapping down, her eyes snapping open, Daniella obediently regarded her Mistress, awaiting her instructions.

"Watch, now, as I press one more button."  Dominica lifted both hands high, so the remote was directly in front of Daniella's face.  Dramatically, she extended her index finger, slowly dropped it toward the box, and pressed a big button, dead center in the set of controls.  "It all stops," she said.  "The black rubber suit remains in place, but everything stops.  All is quiet."  She looked up at Daniella's eyes, with a wry smile.  "Or... is it?"  Slowly, Dominica stooped before her slave, placing the remote control on the ground, just a couple of feet away in front of Daniella.  She stood up again.

With the middle finger of one hand, Dominica caressed her slave's rubber-covered crotch, gently, slowly.  "Do you know what mode the remote control is in, now?" she said.  Daniella gently wagged her head, no.  Dominica smiled.  "It has a microphone.  And every sound it hears will control the black rubber suit.  EVERY sound, however tiny, is going to make the suit stimulate you, in a different way."

Daniella couldn't tell if Dominica was still stroking her sex.  She felt so very aroused, and so very wet.

"You are now at the mercy of every noise you hear.  Every bird call.  Every puff of the wind.  Every rustle of the trees.  It's going to play up and down your body.  Stroking your sex.  Pinching your nipples."  Dominica stood close, whispering in Daniella's ear.  "Caressing the back of your neck."  With one booted foot, she trampled the pine needles on the ground, making crackling noises.  Daniella could feel gentle trails of sensation, behind her ear, though she had not been touched.

Then MzDominica stepped back, turned around, walked away a few paces.  She turned again.  "Mmmmm, you look so yummy.  I'll be back.  In a while."  She looked up, and around, admiring the pines and the blue sky above.  "You're in the mountains!  Enjoy the fresh air!  The sunshine.  And... all... those... delicious... noises!"  She turned once more, and walked back into the cabin.

Leaving Daniella shackled between the trees.  Her pussy dripping.  Her mind floating.  Listening for sounds.  Wondering what was going to happen next.

Almost immediately, a gentle breeze stirred the branches of the pine trees all around her.  Daniella could feel the rustling, as caresses up her thighs, across her belly, almost to her breasts -- then it stopped!  A bird twittered, and she felt her nipples being pinched -- so sharply, and yet so lightly.  High in the sky, a jet plane flew, and its distant roar vibrated the butt plug in her ass.  The staccato of a woodpecker in the distance felt like someone was tickling her underarms.

There was a crunching of dry leaves in front of her.  Daniella felt like someone was squeezing her breasts.  Crunch.  Another squeeze.  Crunch, crunch.  More squeezing.  Realizing her eyes had closed, Daniella opened them, and found herself staring at a squirrel, directly in front of her.  Paws upraised, it seemed to be begging.  It took a step on the dry pine needles.  Crunch.  Ohhhhh... her breasts felt so good.  Step, hop, hop.  Crunch, crunch, crunch.  She felt each noise, and her pussy dripped even more.  Slave to the squirrel's every move.  She spread her thighs just a little wider.  Each little crunch squeezed her breasts.  Trailed up her thighs.  Pushed into her wet pussy.

Behind her, Daniella heard more crunching -- louder, as from bigger feet.  Crunch, crunch.  Pause.  Crunch.  It felt like caresses between her shoulder blades, and she wanted to fuck back onto something, she felt so good.

Then the thought hit her.  Marking territory?  Dogs, and cats... and other animals.  Like what... mountain lions?  What kinds of animals were around here, anyway?  Were they all really scared away by the scent of human urine?  What WAS behind her?

The squirrel probably WAS here begging for food.  You weren't supposed to feed the wild animals, but some people did it anyway.  The squirrel was here, looking for goodies -- was something here after the squirrel?

Hop, hop, step.  Crunch, crunch, crunch.  Mixed with uncertainty and a little fear, the noises still stimulated Daniella's sex.  Her crotch was pumping as she stared at the squirrel, gazing helplessly into its little black eyes, as each crunch played with her pussy.  As it got closer and closer to the remote control.  Hop, hop.  Crunch, crunch.  Every crunch, a flick of sensation on her clit!  It was going to grab the control!  What would it do to her?  Would it push one of the buttons?

Crunch!  Crunch!  Crunch!  From behind her, Daniella heard the larger feet move quickly, and the squirrel stood upright, then scampered away.  She was about to try to turn her head, to see if she could look behind her, when MzDominica came back out of the cabin, carrying something.  Mistress seemed to be looking past her, at whatever was behind her, nodding and smiling.  Then she looked back at Daniella, her smile even bigger, and she said one word:  "Sleep."

Daniella went into a deep trance.

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Oooh, what is Mistress carrying, you may wonder?  Well, you'll find out soon!

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Mountains of Rubber,Ch.4, Hanging Around

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Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 4, Hanging Around
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  Dan/Daniella is enjoying a weekend of blissful servitude, up in MzDominica's mountain cabin.  Hypnotically he/she has been chained between two pine trees, and covered with a suit of black latex.  The suit responds to every little noise that goes into a microphone in a remote control, stimulating Daniella's helpless body, each sound a different way.  Mistress has gone inside the cabin for a few minutes and returned, carrying something, and has commanded Daniella to drop into a deep trance.

Chapter 4, Hanging Around:

Daniella rose, slowly, up out of the trance.  Eyes closed.  Mind completely empty and quiet.  She was sucking... sucking... sucking...  On something.ÂÂ

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  She'd been thinking of MzDominica's pussy.  But as she became more awake, the slave realized it was a hard plastic tube.  Suck... swallow... suck... swallow...  It tasted good.  Felt so good, going down her throat.

"That's right, slut.  Suck.  Drink all your water."

Daniella opened her eyes.  MzDominica was holding a big sipper bottle in front of her face.

"It's so easy to get dehydrated, up here in the mountains," she said.  "We wouldn't want that to happen, would we, slave?"

Still sucking on the tube, Daniella gently, slowly shook her head "no."

"That's right."  Dominica reached down with her other hand, and gently trailed her fingernails up and down the slave's sex, caressing it through the rubber.  "We need to make sure you stay all... wet... for Dominica!"

Daniella felt the need to start panting again.  But she felt compelled to suck... suck... suck...  Finally, a slurping sound announced that she had reached the bottom.

Mistress watched her slave's face closely, as she continued to suck -- even though only air was coming through the tube.  "Good girl!"  She raised her hand from Daniella's crotch to the side of her face, and lightly stroked her cheek.  Daniella could smell the slight scent of rubber on Mistress' fingers.  Her eyes closed, and she began to drift again.  She hardly noticed it when the tube was removed.  Her lips remained pouted into a little "O", and Dominica could see the tip of her pink tongue appear and disappear, still sucking.  Sucking on nothing at all.  "Very good girl," she said.  "Wake up, again, now!"  Dominica snapped her fingers, and Daniella instantly jolted awake.

The slave absentmindedly closed her mouth, as she watched her Mistress back off a couple of steps.  Dominica stooped and set down the water bottle, still holding something else.  She picked up the remote control, stood and looked at the shackled slave, smiling.

"Enjoying the sounds of nature?" she teased.  "Hmmm, is this thing on?"  Dominica blew into the microphone, and Daniella felt little puffs of air, all over her body.  Then Mistress tapped the tips of her red fingernails over the case, like rapidly typing on a keyboard.  Daniella felt staccato touches, and pokes, and pin pricks, between her legs, on her back, all over her breasts, up the lengths of her arms.  Dominica raked her fingernails over the microphone, and Daniella felt a stroke up her outer thigh, up her ribcage, across her back.  Her back arched and her head dropped back, as she let out a little moan.

"It seems to be working," Mistress declared.  She stepped close to her quivering rubber slut, and whispered, "But you need more.  Don't you?"

Daniella couldn't help nodding her head "yes."  Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to speak.  But she couldn't resist that word, "more."  She always wanted more.  Needed more.

"Beg," Dominica commanded.  "Beg for more, slut.  You are my slave, and you must beg for me to do more things to you."

"Please, Mistress," Daniella found the words tumbling out of her.  "Please, take me more.  Do more things to me.  Make me your whore.  Make me please you.  Play with my body, and my mind.  I beg you, Mistress, please!"

Dominica placed her index finger over Daniella's lips, and the slave fell instantly silent.

"Hold still," MzDominica ordered.  "Not that you can do much of anything else!" she chuckled, as she reached up with both hands, over Daniella's head.  In a moment, the slave found her head fitted with a set of goggles.  "Now, I'm sure you're thinking...  No, scratch that..."  Dominica began tracing a fingernail around on of Daniella's nipples.  Around and around and around.  "Thinking isn't something you do anymore, is it... rubber slave?"

Instantly, Daniella began to drop again, helplessly triggered by her Mistress' words.

"Deeper and deeper, rubber slave...  You're EXPECTING these to be my programming goggles, aren't you?  Go deeper... deeper...  You're expecting them to flash pretty, bright, colored lights.  Go deeper.  And pretty bright words.  Rubber slave.  Like Obey... Obey...  Aren't you, rubber slave?  Deeper and deeper..."  Dominica reached down, and trailed her fingernail from the edge of Daniella's rubber panties, upward along the middle of her belly, to her navel, wiggling it in her navel, just a little bit.  Then upward to her chest, and back to that nipple.  Around and around and around.

"But these are different," she continued.  "More subtle, but just as effective.  A slave of mine created them."  Around and around.  "To serve me.  To always serve me."  She stepped back.  "Look up at the trees, slave.  Look at the tall trees.  What do they spell?"

Spell?  Daniella was confused.  She looked up at the pine tops.  All different heights, and thicknesses.  Each tree stood straight up in the air, as all pine trees do.  Wait...  She realized that some of the tree trunks were a little bent.  This one curved a little to the left.  That one leaned a bit to the right.  Two trees seemed to lean toward each other.  Nothing was moving...  It was just that she seemed to be noticing more details.  Was becoming aware of a pattern, that she hadn't noticed before.

MzDominica shifted her stance a bit, and the rustle of leaves carried through the remote control, caressing Daniella's skin, from her toes up her legs, to her dripping sex.  Her hips pumped.  Just once, slowly.  As she continued to gaze at the trees.

Those two -- one straight and tall, one next to it curving a bit to the left.  They seemed to make the letter "D".  Next to them, two more trees curved toward each other.  Making an "O".  The next four trees were all straight, but seemed to lean toward each other in pairs, making an "M".  Little by little, Daniella realized the trees spelled out the name "DOMINICA" in big, capital letters.  How could she not have noticed before?

"You see it, don't you," Mistress stated.  "I can tell.  Good girl.  Now, look at the leaves, and the pine needles on the ground."

Daniella looked downward.  At first, the ground covering seemed to have no pattern at all.  Just a random jumble of leaves, pine needles, bits of bark -- all dappled with shadows and sunlight shining through the trees overhead.  A gentle breeze blew past, making just enough noise to make her feel like she was being massaged, all over, with soft feather pillows.  As she kept looking, though, she realized that the pine needles were just like the trees.  Some straight.  Some curved.  Gradually, Dominica's name began to appear everywhere.  Spelled out in pine needles.  In clumps of leaves.  The dappling of sunlight seemed to form groups of dots, dots forming letters, letters spelling Dominica.  Daniella looked from one point of the ground to another.  Dominica's name was everywhere.  In thousands of places on the ground.  Plain to see.  How could she have missed it?

"That's it girl," Dominica cooed.  "Now I want you to keep looking around.  Look at everything.  Watch my name appear, everywhere you look, in everything you see."

Looking up at her Mistress' face, Daniella realized that even the strands of her hair spelled "Dominica."  The shingles on the roof of the cabin spelled "Dominica."  Little tufts of grass on the ground spelled "Dominica."  The bark on the two pine trees, to which she was shackled.  Her eyelids drooped.  And her eyelashes spelled "Dominica."

"And every time you see my name, you are going to get more aroused, and feel more obedient.  Every time.  Every time you see my name!"

Dominica did something to the remote control.  Did she just increase the intensity?  Daniella felt like her sex was being gently stroked, constantly -- except that her sex seemed to extend from her toes to the tips of her fingers, chained high overhead.  Again, MzDominica set the remote control down on the ground, then walked away.  Each crunch, crunch, crunch of her feet on the ground made Daniella's hips buck.  The leaves in Mistress' footprints spelled "Dominica."  The pattern of footprints spelled "Dominica."

Daniella squeezed her eyes shut.  Fighting a slight feeling of panic that had mixed in with the lust.  Behind her tightly closed eyelids, colored lights flashed and sparkled.  They began to cluster, to form shapes.  To spell out "Dominica."  Her eyes popped open.

She saw Mistress sitting down, not so very far away, in an Adirondack wooden chair, all nice and comfy, from where she could watch her slave, and still easily talk to her.  Had that chair been there before?  Daniella couldn't remember.  The slats of wood in the chair spelled "Dominica."  Mistress reached over to a small wooden table, picked up a glass of what looked like iced tea, took a sip, and set it back down.  The dark liquid around the ice cubes spelled "Dominica."  Mistress reached over again, picked up her laptop, settled it on her knees, and opened the top.  Daniella read the name on the lid.  "They make Dominica brand computers?" she thought, and giggled a little.  The panic began to recede. 

Mistress began to type something, and as she did, the clicking felt like thousands of tiny taps, all over Daniella's skin.  Some of those taps tickled the hard nub of her aching clitoris.  Her hips began slowly rocking, pumping, thrusting, over and over again.  She tilted her head back, in sheer helpless pleasure, and looked up at the branches of the pine trees, that rose up on either side of her, up into the sky, framed by her upstretched arms.  Every branch, every tuft of pine needles, every glimpse of clear blue sky, spelled her Mistress' name.

Dominica...  Dominica...  Dominica...

The ringing of MzDominica's cell phone sent little spikes of pleasure/pain into Daniella's nipples.  She cried out, briefly, and fell silent again, as Dominica's voice, her side of the conversation, continued to stroke little trails up and down her back and buttocks.

"Well, hello there, sweetie!  How are you doing?...  Yeah, I just got in last night...  Mmm-hmmm.  I've got a weekend...  Yeah, he's here, too.  Taking care of things, as always...  Oh, yeah, we'll both be there -- all part of what I have planned...  Well, this one's a he, but likes to be a she...  Mmm-hmm..."  MzDominica looked up at her quivering slave, and chuckled.  "Well, she's right in front of me right now.  I don't want to spoil the surprise...  Oh, I'm sure she'd hear every word...  Yeah...  Hold on a minute, let me walk inside where I can talk."  With that, she set the laptop back on the table, stood up, smiled at Daniella and waved, then walked with her cell phone inside the cabin.

Daniella was left alone, again.  Out in the open air, and yet confined.  In the distance, a woodpecker was rapidly knocking his beak against a tree.  It might as well have been tapping right against Daniella's clit.  Her hips were grinding, now, in little circles.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.  Was it the sound, or was it the butt plug that felt so good in her ass?  The squirrel was back.  She looked at the fur on its tail.  Over and over again, the little hairs spelled "Dominica...  Dominica... Dominica..."  It stood up on its hind legs, little hands curled in front.  Looking back and forth, nose high, sniffing the air.  Daniella spread her legs a little wider, hoping it smelled her dripping pussy, through all that rubber.  Hoping it would move again, just a little bit, and make more of those delicious crunching sounds. 

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Shackled to the pine trees.  Unable to move her legs, unable to move her arms.  Forgotten how to talk.  Daniella stared at the squirrel, silently begging it to move.  She felt so dizzy.  She wanted to do anything to make the squirrel move, hop around, make crunching noises on the dry leaves and pine needles.  She began gesturing the only way she could -- wiggling her hips, pushing them forward, grinding them, pumping them.  The squirrel looked straight at her -- maddeningly still.  Those dark, beady little eyes stared back at her, while the animal remained completely frozen.  Surrounded by leaves and pine needles, all arranged to spell "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..."  Daniella wiggled her pussy more furiously, spreading her knees.  The squirrel made one jerky movement, toward the remote control.  It touched something -- but made no sound.  The slave groaned in frustration!

And that groan entered the microphone on the remote control.  And resounded.  And reverberated.  And sent little vibrations all up and down Daniella's legs, and arms, and torso.  And over her aching pussy, up and down, buzzing and humming, and humming, and humming.  Her eyes closed, lost in the thrumming sensations in her cunt.  Up and down her arms, over her tits.  Gradually, without her having any idea how long it took, the sensations stopped.  Daniella's eyes half opened.  Her eyelashes spelled "Dominica."  She slowly blinked, and again opened her eyes.

The squirrel was still there.  She stared at it, and again began pumping her pussy, wiggling her butt.  She swayed her hips to the left, in a deep, sensuous arc.  Then back again.  Eyes always on the squirrel.  It shifted, ever so slightly, staring back at her.  And made a tiny chittering sound.  Ohhhh, she felt that right on her clit!  Then it stopped.  She pumped her hips again, hoping to make the squirrel move -- just one more time!

Suddenly, the squirrel bounded off.  Crunch!   Crunch!  Crunch!  Daniella felt like her pussy was being whipped, and ached for it never to end!  Then it felt like she was being spanked.  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

"Oops!" MzDominica exclaimed, as she stopped clapping.  Daniella felt like a long, thick dildo had just skewered her pussy.  Dominica chuckled, and Daniella could feel herself being tickled everywhere at once.  Crunch!  Crunch!  Crunch!  Thump!  Thump!  Dominica's footsteps, and the sounds of her picking up the remote had Daniella thrashing around, her hips thrusting violently, trying to impale her aching cunt on thin air.  One final click of a button, that felt like the crack of a whip across her shoulders, and Mistress had turned off the microphone.  Daniella stood between the pine trees, legs spread, arms wide and high, eyes closed, gasping for air.

The caress of Dominica's hand on her cheek brought her to open her eyes again, still panting.

"Such a beautiful, dirty slut," Mistress said.  That and the big smile on Dominica's face made Daniella feel so happy.  Happy, and completely mindless.  "I've never seen such a wonderful kootch dance -- for a squirrel, of all things."  She continued to caress Daniella's cheeks.  First the right, then the left.  "Mmmm....  If I hadn't gotten here sooner, that randy little rodent would probably have had you on the ground, humping your little brains out, wouldn't he?"

The caresses, and the soothing tone of Mistress' voice, sent Daniella deeper and deeper.  Drifting.  Squirrel?  Would she have humped a squirrel?  She was trying to remember if there was anything that would have stopped her...  The slave's breathing became slower and quieter.  Deeper.  Relaxing.  Swaying gently with each caress.  Her eyes opened a little, and she saw Mistress' face.  Her mouth curved upward, in a big, sleepy smile.

"Listen to me, Daniella.  My pretty Daniella.  Danielllaaaaaaa!"  Mistress' voice made the slave drift even more.  "Watch the black latex, as the black rubber suit recedes.  It draws back up your arms.  Up your legs.  Exposing your skin again.  Feel it slide over your shoulders... your back... your big, rubber covered breasts.  They suddenly become naked.  Feel the weight, as your breasts hang down, no longer supported by the rubber.  Feel the cool air on your naked tummy.  Just the panties are left.  The rubber panties.  Holding you so tight.  Holding your aching pussy...  Holding that beautiful, thick, black, rubber butt plug...  So firmly in your ass."

Daniella couldn't  help herself.  She started panting again.

"Relax, now, Daniella.  Let it all go.  Become quiet.  Drift.  Just float here.  Just float, for a moment.  My pretty girl.  Let your breathing slow.  Slow and deep.  Relax.  I am removing the shackles from your hands and feet.  Relax.  But I am leaving the goggles on.  For a little while longer.  Let your hands drop now.  Relax."

Daniella's arms dropped, loosely.  Then she slowly crumpled to the ground in a little heap.  Like a puppet, whose strings had been cut -- underwater.  Dropping down so slowly.  So blissfully happy, drifting.  She couldn't tell whether she was lying face up or face down.  She opened her eyes, and saw leaves forming the name "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..."  She couldn't tell if they were on the ground or in the trees.  Unable to stop herself, she began to wiggle her ass again.

"Mmmmm, my lovely little programmed slut," Dominica cooed.  "Wake up, now, Dan.  Wake up.  Open your eyes!"  She snapped her fingers, loudly -- one, two, three times!

On the ground, Dan shook his head, trying to clear it.  He wanted to reach up and rub his eyes -- but his arms wouldn't move.  Of course, with the goggles in the way, that would have been difficult anyhow.  He still saw Dominica's name everywhere he looked.  On the ground.  In the trees.  He realized the pattern of reflections on her satin blouse also spelled "Dominica."

"How are you feeling?" Mistress asked.  She towered over him, so tall, standing there next to him, kneeling on the ground.  "Are you okay?"

It took a moment for Dan to find his voice.  "I'm fine, Mistress," he replied.  He found himself grinning, probably looking utterly stupid.  "That was an awful lot of fun!"  His voice felt scratchy.  Dry.

"Mmmm, I can tell, you need some more water," Dominica said, as she ruffled his hair.  "And lunch."

Lunch?  How long HAD he been chained there between the pine trees?  Dan looked up, and felt surprised that he couldn't see any chains dangling from the trunks.  The trees with Dominica's name spelled in bark, all up and down and around them.

"Crawl over here," she said, walking toward the Adirondack chair and the table.  There was a plate on the table, with a sandwich.  And another glass of iced tea.  In front of the chair were two doggie dishes -- one with water, and one filled with slices of all kinds of fruit.  Bananas, strawberries, oranges, melons.

Dan started to follow, and discovered his arms wouldn't work.  He couldn't support himself.  He looked up at Mistress, pleadingly, as she turned and sat down in the chair.  One shiny booted leg on either side of the bowls.  She looked back at him, saying nothing, one eyebrow raised.  Dan's hands flopped down on the ground in front of him, and he scooted forward on his knees, lurching toward Mistress' chair.  She watched him for a moment, waiting to see if he'd say anything.  But Dan pushed himself forward with his legs, hands and elbows flopping on the ground.  Shortly, Mistress nodded, then reached over to the table, picked up the sandwich, and took a bite.  While she did, she spread her legs, just a little farther apart, shifting the position of her boots, stretching her legs outward.  Dan unconsciously inhaled a sharp breath, and began scooting along the ground faster.  Soon, he was on the ground at the bowls between Dominica's legs.  Awaiting instructions.

"Cannot move your hands, little slut?" Dominica teased.  "You don't really need them, for what I'm going to do with you next."  She leaned forward, just a little bit.  Dan's eyes were torn between trying to look up her skirt and trying to look down her blouse.  And those boots, on his right and his left!  He began to shiver.  "That's right, slave.  Scoot forward a little more.  You don't need your hands."  She leaned over even farther, and whispered hotly, "Just your tongue!"

Dan's hands were beginning to recover some feeling, but still he could barely move them.  He shuffled forward on his knees, letting his arms and elbows support him in front, having no control over where they flopped.  When he got close enough, Mistress told him, by exclaiming, "Very good -- BOOT SLAVE!!!"

Dan's eyes closed, as he immediately dropped into a deep trance.

"Good... boot slave!  Drop deeper... and deeper...  Boot slave!  See my hypnotic boots, to either side of you!  Open your eyes, boot slave!  Look at my hypnotic boots."

Dan forced his eyes open.  He wanted to look at Mistress' shiny black boots, so much, nothing else seemed to matter.

"Very good!  Now... boot slave... keep your eyes open!  I want you to lean forward, over the bowl of fruit, and take a bite."

Dan flopped his elbows under him, shifting his weight, until his face was over the doggie dish full of fruit.  Looking down, he realized the pieces were arranged to spell "Dominica."  In fact, even the crinkles on the little orange section in front of him spelled "Dominica."  A big ripe strawberry made him feel so fuzzy, because the seeds seemed to be clustered in little letters, all over the surface, spelling "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..."  As commanded, he opened his mouth, and with his lips and teeth, grabbed the strawberry.  He waited, for Mistress' next command.

"Chew it and swallow, little boot slave!"

Dan started shaking, as he slurped the piece of fruit into his mouth, bit into it, tasting its delightful mixture of tartness and sweetness.  The crunching of the seeds seemed to make his head vibrate.  His eyes began to drift closed again.

"Lick my boot... boot slave!" Mistress commanded.

Dan quickly swallowed the strawberry, and began licking Dominica's nearest boot -- the left one.  His tongue ran up from the tip, to the instep.  Then further up, next to the lacings.  Did they really spell "Dominica"?  He leaned forward, trailing his tong along the inside of her calf...

"Take another bite of fruit, slave" she commanded.

Dan shifted his weight, and brought his face over the bowl again.  Without even looking, he bit into the nearest piece of fruit his mouth touched.  A slice of banana.

"Chew it.  Swallow."

Dan obeyed, trying to remember if his eyes should be opened or closed.  The smooth texture of the banana slid down his throat, its vanilla-like scent seemed to cover his face.

"Boot, slave.  Lick my boot.  The right one, this time!"

Dan shifted again.  Though he didn't realize it, he had recovered the use of his arms, and he now placed his hands on either side of Mistress' right boot.  His mind felt empty -- and at the same time, stuffed with cotton.  So empty, so fuzzy.  There seemed to be a buzz between his ears.  His tongue trailed upward, his cheek resting against the cool, shiny leather.

"Fruit!  Take another bite of fruit, slave!"

Back to the bowl.  Dan wasn't even sure what his mouth had grabbed.  It was the orange slice.  He bit into it, and a squirt of juice shot up onto his face.  Dan slurped it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"Boot!  Lick my boot.  Left one!"

More quickly, this time, Dan brought his tongue to Dominica's leather-covered toes.  He could barely keep his eyes open.  All he could think of was the smell of the leather, the mental image of its shiny surface.  His drool dripped over Mistress' boot, onto the ground.

"Fruit!"

Dan shifted back, took a bite.  Chewed.  Swallowed.

"Boot!"

Back to the other boot.  Lick.  His hips were pumping, his cock aching to cum.  His mouth kissed Mistress' calf, as his tongue traced upward toward her knee.

"Fruit!"

Down on the ground.  Face in the bowl.  Bite.  Chew.  Swallow.

"Boot!"

Up to the left. Tonguing, licking, hips pumping.  Panting, now.

"Fruit!"

"Boot!"

"Fruit!"

"Boot!"

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Dan faded into consciousness while he was patting a towel against the rubber panties.  He was holding them in one hand, inside out, and blotting off the water.  Disoriented, he looked up, and around, and realized he was in the bathroom again.  He must have taken another shower.  And taken off the rubber panties, to rinse them off.  The rubber felt so good.  So soft, and squishy, and floppy.  Experimentally, he squeezed his thumb and fingers over the front, trying to tell if it really was thicker there than elsewhere.  He found himself running his hand over the rubber, feeling that delightful sensation of catch-and-slide, as his fingers trailed over the front.

The plastic container of talcum powder was on the counter top, near the sink.  Dan set the panties down, picked up the container, lightly dusted his hands and smoothed the talc all over his thighs, buttocks, and crotch.  His fingers wanted to stay at his crotch, slowly stroking the hard shaft that was there.  Oh, Goddess, he needed to cum, so bad!  He stroked, and stroked... trying to remember how to cum.  How to make that final, little connection, that would let him release.  Stroking and stroking, he could feel the pressure building... so close...  so close...  Then it simply went away.  His cock suddenly went limp, beyond his control.  Dan was tempted to whimper -- just a little bit.  But he could tell, Mistress had plans for him.  And he knew, very clearly, he had no choice but to obey.

The black rubber panties were dry, now.  Dan turned them right side out, bent over, stepping into them, one leg at a time, and pulled the soft, smooth rubber up his thighs.  The panties molded themselves around his cock and aching balls.  He began to feel fuzzy, again.  So delightfully fuzzy and dizzy...

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"Good girl!"

Daniella heard MzDominica's voice, and realized she was kneeling before her Mistress again, rubber panties so tight, gently massaging her clit.  She needed to cum so bad.  She needed to obey so bad.  She needed to obey.  Obey.  Obey.  Obey.

"Stand up, my little slut.  And come sit over here, in front of the mirror.  We're going to work on your hair and make up."

Without a thought in her head, Daniella stood, and did as she was told, sitting on the stool in front of the vanity.  She gazed into the mirror, only vaguely aware of her reflection -- and it took a moment for her to realize she was no longer wearing the goggles.  Because everywhere she looked, she saw Dominica's name.  The labels on the jars.  The folds and shadows of the scarves.  The curtains behind her, reflected in the mirror.  Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

"We're going to get you all pretty... and slutty...  For when we go out tonight!"

Daniella's eyes popped wide open.

Out?

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Daniella felt that sense of panic returning.  She looked up at Mistress, her eyes pleading.

"Mistress, bla ma na pa bla pah na fah ma nah!"

Dominica's standing form towered over the slave.  Daniella didn't realize it, but she had started stroking her nipples.  She held one hand on each breast, fingers circling around and around, while her hips started rocking gently, pressing her sex into the seat beneath her.  Mistress leaned forward, her breasts jiggling in the satin blouse.  Daniella wanted to cum so much!

"What did you say, my little slave?"

"Nah!  Mah ng pha wa ba na!  Fah!  Maf ma na na pha!"

"Such nonsense!  You know what it means when you try to speak, and nonsense comes out, don't you?  Satinaaaaa!  Danielllaaaaaaa!"

"Mah!," Daniella replied.  Her eyes had started to fill with tears.  She shook her head.  "Magnh!  Fah ka ma!  Mmmnnnn!"  Yet her hands kept stroking her nipples, began gently raking her fingernails over them.  Her hips started to buck.  She couldn't take her eyes off MzDominica's face.  Could not look away from her Mistress's gaze.

"Yes," Dominica soothed.  "You know what it means.  You start speaking nonsense, rolling your nipples.  You can't resist your programming.  You just can't help yourself.  It means you're trying to resist me.  It means you're trying to resist the very thing you want the most.  Aren't you...  Daniella?  Danielllllaaa!  Satiiinaaaaa!"

Daniella's eyes were on Mistress' eyes.  Then on her mouth, watching as her lips formed words.  Then her gaze was somewhere... otherworldly.  She looked toward Mistress' face, but her mind drifted, hazy and blank.

"That's right, my little slave.  Think back.  You can remember.  If you try..."

Daniella's hands were stroking furiously now.

"When you arranged this weekend with me...  Think now...."

"Nah!" Daniella replied, weakly, staring into space.  Staring at nothing.

"You said you especially wanted to overcome your inhibitions..." Dominica continued.

"Mmmpphhhhffftt!" Daniella replied.

"Your reluctance to go out in public... en femme!"  Dominica stared, directly into her slave's eyes, her face inches away.

Daniella stared back, lost in the green whirling spirals of her Mistress' eyes.  "Mmmnha!" she replied, becoming quieter.  Weaker.  Her stroking slowed.  Slowed.  Her fingers came to a stop, just gently holding on.  Her hips froze, thrust forward, buttocks so tight, sex straining against the rubber panties.  She grew so very quiet.  So still.  Scarcely breathing.  She blinked.  Inhaled.  Exhaled.  Her hips gently relaxed.  She blinked again.  Breathed quietly another couple of moments, staring into space, her gaze so far away, her face so calm.  Her eyes had stopped blinking.  "Yes, Mistress," she finally replied.  Her voice was barely above a breath.  Her hands seemed to drift, as if underwater, down to her lap.  Resting palm upwards on her thighs.

Dominica smiled, and trailed a finger down Daniella's left cheek, down her neck.  Down to her breast.  Circling and circling the left nipple.  Daniella's breathing became very slow and deep.  Her eyes closed, languidly.  Then re-opened.  Blinking, finally... in slow motion.

"Good girl, my sleepy slave."  Dominica's voice deepened the spell that calmed Daniella's fears.  "Let yourself drift, now.  Remember, we're actually doing what you want most, in the whole, wide world.  Take your time.  Enjoy it."  She leaned closer and whispered in Daniella's ear.  "I KNOW that I will!"

MzDominica took hold of Daniella's shoulders, and gently swiveled her on the stool, away from the mirror.  She reached over to the vanity, and from a little box withdrew two disposable gloves of thin latex.  Daniella dropped deeper into trance at the sight of the nearly transparent rubber gloves.  Then Dominica picked up a jar, and was soon applying a foundation to Daniella's face.  The smell of the rubber mixed with the sweet, yet clay-like scent of the makeup.  The silky feel of her Mistress' fingers, gliding over her face, made Daniella feel so happy, so obedient, so aroused.  Dominica smoothed the cream over her forehead, and around the slave's cheeks and nose, making sure everything was smooth, even, no clumping in those little creases around the nostrils, the bridge of her nose, the corners of her eyes.  A gentle brushing of Dominica's hands spread the foundation down Daniella's neck, minimizing the edges of her jaw and chin.

As Mistress began to brush powder onto her face, Daniella found herself trying to remember what had happened at lunch.  She remembered herself as Dan, which was confusing enough.  But what had happened when she had finished the fruit... when the bowl had become empty?  Dan recalled he had begun licking Dominica's boots, up and down, following her command to remove all traces of fruit juice.  She had told him to lose himself in the licking.  In the bright flashes of light on the smooth, black leather.  In the soft, cool feel of her boots against his cheek.  To go blank... blank... blank... continue licking, and to listen very, very carefully... 

Mistress was brushing blush onto her cheeks, now.  Daniella's eyes drifted closed, as she tried to remember.  Some commands...?  Instructions...?  Her face felt so warm.  Was there something in the foundation?  She felt so hot, and fuzzy, as if she'd been drugged.  She wasn't sure any more if the rubber panties were still massaging her sex.  Her pussy was constantly pulsing.  Throbbing.  Her nipples ached.  Languidly, her eyes opened, then closed again.  She felt the applicator, as MzDominica applied layer after layer of eye shadow to her lids.  Mistress' hand brushed Daniella's right nipple, and her mouth dropped open in a gasp.

"Good girl.  Open that mouth nice and wide.  Now keep it open, but tighten those lips, just a little.  In a big, round 'O'."

Daniella obeyed, her eyes still closed.

"Damn, girl!  That looks so delicious, I want to fuck your mouth with a strap-on!  Now, hold still!"

Suddenly, she felt Mistress applying lip liner to her stretched upper lips, from the center under her nose, out and down to the left corner.  Then again from center, out and down to the right.  Then to her lower lips, gently back and forth, the movement lulling her again into a light trance.  The sensuous glide of the applicator, not quite tickling.  She strained to open her eyes, to see what was going on.  And saw Mistress' gloved hand, so close to her face, as she felt the hand gliding lipstick onto her upper lips, in gentle, little strokes.  Then on her lower lip, with longer strokes. 

"There!" Mistress declared.  She stood up, and swiveled Daniella's shoulders toward the vanity mirror again.  "Look at yourself, girl!"

Daniella looked at her beautifully made-up, extremely slutty face.  Her eyebrows had been turned into high, rounded arches, making her expression seem slightly vacant.  The eye shadow was in three colors, shading from silver to aqua to purple.  Eyeliner on her lower lids made her eyes seem bigger, her gaze even more mindless.  Her lips were deep red, outlined with an even deeper shade -- almost brown.  Were her eyelashes really that long?  She couldn't remember Mistress applying false ones.  But the slut in the mirror looked ready to do anything.  Absolutely anything.  That blush in her cheeks wasn't from embarrassment -- but from the heat of naked lust!  She squirmed even more on the stool, her fingers rising up to caress her nipples again.  A stray thought wondered if the squirrel liked heavy makeup.

"Oh, Goddess, thank you," she said, "I look beautiful!"  And then she turned to MzDominica and the words just tumbled out of her mouth.  "Please, Mistress, I beg you to let me cum!  I need to cum so bad.  I think I'm going crazy!  Please!"

"Mmmmmm, no cum yet, my little slave!" Mistress replied, chuckling.  "Gotta keep you nice and motivated!"  She removed the latex gloves, turning them inside out, and dropped them into the nearby trash basket.  She handed Daniella a tissue.  "Now blot your lips."  She waited, as Daniella folded the tissue, brought it to her mouth, pressed her lips around it.  The tip of her tongue barely touched the paper, feeling so dry and rough, yet soft.  Everything felt so intense!  Mistress took the tissue, now marked with a red kiss, and discarded it.  "Good girl.  Now, turn back to the mirror, and hold still.  I have a surprise for you."

Daniella had to struggle to keep her hips from rocking.  As she watched, MzDominica opened a big box on the vanity, and took out a wig on a wig stand.  To say it was blonde would have been missing the point.  While the overall impression was of blonde hair, it was subtly enhanced with streaks of lighter blonde, pink champagne, hints of brown, strands of green, highlights of purple.  One look at that hair, and you knew one basic thing about the person under it -- she was here to parrrrr-ty!

The slave panted, repeatedly whispering, "Oh, God.  Oh, God.  Oh, God.  Oh, God," as Mistress Dominica lifted the wig, and settled it on Daniella's head, tucking strands of the slave's own hair underneath.  Mistress adjusted the position, then took up a hairbrush.  She lightly brushed and feathered the wig, making it look fuller, larger, more a natural part of Daniella's head.  Emphasizing those slutty eyes, the blushing cheeks.  Daniella could not stop looking in the mirror.  It was all she could do to avoid licking her lips, over and over, knowing that would ruin her makeup.

Dominica leaned close to Daniella's left ear.  "Now, my little slut," she whispered, "I want you to put these on."  She held her hand in front of Daniella.  In it were two gold earrings, with little pearls inset toward the tops.  Their design looked innocent enough, until you looked closer.  And realized each one looked like an open vagina, with the pearl as the clitoris.  Daniella's sex pulsed, so strongly, and she shivered as she picked up the earrings.  She had to stop and calm herself to stop the shaking, before putting each earring into the piercings in her ears, first the left, then the right.  She couldn't stop thinking about them, wondering who might see, what they might think.  Knowing, whatever they thought, that they were probably right -- she was a slut!

"Now, slave," Dominica continued, "I want you to join me in your room again.  Walk, this time, instead of crawling.  You're going to be walking for the rest of the evening."  She smiled, a bit crookedly.  "Well, mostly!"

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Daniella felt so strange, so... tall... walking through the cabin.  She had arrived, what, only yesterday evening?  And had walked in then, when she had brought the luggage into the bedrooms.  But she'd been on her knees almost every moment since.  It was like returning to a place she had been to only as a child, after growing up into an adult.  Everything seemed smaller, lower down.  She still felt dizzy.  And hot.  And so achingly horny.  Dressed only in her tight rubber panties and the wig, she walked through the hallway behind MzDominica.  Mistress' boots, and the round globes of her ass, made Daniella want to drop to the floor, kneel, beg to lick her Mistress.  Standing erect was somehow harder to do than crawling all the time.  She craved to crawl.  But she had to obey!

She followed Mistress into the bedroom.  Mistress turned, sat on the bed, and watched as Daniella entered through the doorway.  The slave's knees automatically started to buckle, but she caught herself, before dropping to a kneeling position.  She straightened up, and stood, hands quietly at either side.  Awaiting Mistress' next command.

"Time to get dressed, now, slave.  My sexy bimbo rubber slave."  Mistress' words made it so hard for Daniella to think.  "Open the suitcase again, now, and see what I have for you!"

Daniella's skin was tingling.  She was shaking again.  Panting.  It was so strange, looking DOWN at the suitcase.  But she knew beyond any doubt that it contained something delightful.  She lifted the lid, and found a package of hose, with several other shiny things under it.  Before she could look at what was so shiny, Dominica commanded her.

"Open the hose, and put it on.  Sit on your pallet, my little rubber slut!"

Resisting the extremely strong impulse to simply drop and crawl, Daniella walked to her pallet, turned, and began to let her bottom sink down.  Suddenly, she wasn't sure whether to keep her legs together -- so ladylike -- or to let them spread wide, ankles crossed.  She started to try gliding down with her knees together...

"Knees apart, slave!" Dominica commanded.  "I want your legs spread open, like the slut you are!"

Daniella obeyed immediately, giggling a little insider her head, because it was easier anyway!  She flumphed down onto the pallet, and opened the package.  She could tell, the panty hose was dark, and textured.  Little lace-like filigrees decorated the surface, all over.  Then she looked more closely, and realized those little loops and whorls of the pattern were fancy handwriting spelling "Fuck Me" over and over, from top to toe.  She began panting again.

"Like them?" MzDominica asked.

"Oh, Goddess!  Where DO you find these things?"

"Maybe I'll tell you, someday.  Now, slide them on your legs.  I want you to show me how sexy you can be, putting on hose!"

Daniella unwrapped the hose from around the cardboard insert, and began to gather the material of one leg.  Sexy, huh?  Suddenly, she wanted to show Mistress just how sexy she could be!  She teased each inch of hose up onto her thumbs, pulling with her index and middle fingers.  A broad smile played over her lips, as she looked up at her Mistress.  Inch by inch by inch, gathering up the material into a little donut around her thumbs.  She looked up at Mistress again, licked her deep, red lips, and slowly lifted her left leg upward, bending the knee till it was right under her chin.  She looked down, inserted her toe into the donut, and then slowly began to extend her leg, out and down, as she let the material play out, and stretched it over her calf.  When her leg was completely straight, she looked up again, raised an eyebrow at Mistress, looked down again, tugged the material over her knee, and halfway up her thigh.  Then she let go, and stroked her hands up her thigh, one hand on either side.  One up to her left hip, one up to her... pussy...

Daniella suddenly felt very dizzy, trying to remember what she was supposed to be doing.  Her pussy needed so much attention!  She looked down at her leg, encased in dark, patterned panty hose, and noticed the little trail of material next to it.  The other leg.  That was it.  She closed her eyes, almost losing consciousness.  Took a breath.  Reached down to the little trail of silky material, and spread it open.  She began gathering the hose into a donut again.  Inch by inch.  She wasn't even aware that her mouth was open, panting, gasping for air, breathing more and more raggedly as each inch gathered into a donut between her thumbs.  It wasn't intentional that her wrists just happened to brush against her hard nipples.  But the touch made her let out a brief cry.  She looked up at Dominica with mindless desperation, now, wanting to cum so bad!  Looking down.  Gathering the hose up, pulling with the fingers, onto the thumbs.  She was still gathering when she realized she'd reached the toe.

It took a moment to remember what to do next.  Sexy.  Yes.  Sexy.  She slowly lifted her right leg, up past her face this time, and inserted the toe into the hose.  Pushing her leg in, pulling the material around, she read "Fuck Me" over and over on the surface of her leg, and her hips started pumping again.  She moaned, just a little.  Over the knee, the straightening the leg.  She paused a moment, getting her bearings.  Then began pulling the hose up her thighs, first the right, then the left, stretching, stretching, rocking her bottom back and forth, till the tops were up around her buttocks, up to her waist. 

Daniella panted, mouth slack, staring at nothing in particular.  Lost in the feel of the silky hose, tight around her legs.  All over her calves.  Up her thighs.  Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Please, please, please fuck me!

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Only up to her panty hose, so far!  Wait till Daniella sees the rest of her ensemble for the evening!

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Mountains of Rubber,Ch.5, Girls' Night Out

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Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 5, Girls' Night Out
-- by jessicablank
 
Synopsis:  Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in MzDominica's mountain cabin.  She is preparing him to go out with her for the evening, dressed "en femme" -- something he greatly fears and greatly desires, both at the same time.  So far, she has him in heavy makeup, a wig, and black panty hose with a textured weave that says "fuck me" over and over again, in fancy letters.  The rubber panties still encase his sex, completely subject to her remote control.
 
Chapter 5, Girls' Night Out
 
MzDominica's fingers snapping under her nose brought Daniella back to the present.
 
"Danielllllaaaa!  Focus on me
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, Daniella.  Wake up!  Not ALL the way," Dominica chuckled, "just enough to finish getting dressed, my little slave.  My little slut.  My rubber slave!  Say it!"
 
From far away, Daniella returned, hearing her Mistress' commands.  She was just barely able to mumble, "Rub... ber... slave..."
 
"Good girl," Dominica replied.  The words of approval sent shivers all through Daniella's body.  "Now, stand up again... rubber... slave!  Stand up, and look in the suitcase again."
 
Daniella stood slowly, unable to stop trailing her hands over and over her thighs, feeling the texture of the "fuck me" hose.  Her eyes opened, while she stood a moment, regaining her balance, still panting slightly.  The wig made her head feel heavy -- or was that the feeling of trance?  She forgot the question almost as soon as it occurred to her, and walked from her pallet toward the suitcase.  MzDominica's presence on the bed felt like heat to her, like gravity, like a spiral beckoning her eyes to stare and drop deeper into trance.  Only the command to look in the suitcase kept her moving.  Dominica admired how her slave's hips swayed gently as she walked, already such an automatic part of her deepening feminization.
 
The lid of the suitcase was still open, and now Daniella could see what had been inside that had looked so smooth and shiny.  More rubber.  Mmmmm.  Of course, more rubber.  But what was it?
 
"Reach in, and take them out... rubber slave!"  Dominica commanded.  "These are your clothes for this evening."
 
Daniella reached down and picked up the first item.  It was a sort of halter, made all of black rubber, with a zipper up the front.  It seemed to have breasts with perky little nipples, built into its shape.
 
"Put it on, slut!" said Dominica.
 
The slave undid the zipper, opened the halter.  She slid her left arm in, letting the rest of it drop downwards.  Then she shifted her weight, swinging the halter behind her back, catching it with her right hand.  A little finger searching, and she was able to slip her right arm into the other hole.  She shrugged the squishy rubber over her shoulders.  It felt so soft and warm on her back! 
 
Then Daniella realized this was going to be a very tight fit, indeed!  She pulled, and tugged at the black, stretchy material -- feeling fuzzier and more aroused with every moment.  Finally, she got the zipper started, and continuing to pull and stretch, managed to pull it upward.  It was obvious that not only were the built-in boobs there for looks, but the inside of the halter pushed her own breasts in and upward, making nice, little bulges just above the wide, circular neckline.  She started running her fingers over the puffy rubber nipples, wishing she could feel her fingertips -- and discovered she could!
 
"Very good, rubber slave," Mistress smiled.  "Now, the next item.  Take it out, and put it on.  Sloooowwwwly.  I want to watch you wiggle!"
 
Inside the suitcase was a black rubber miniskirt, with a zipper that went halfway down the back.  Dominica enjoyed the little squeak that escaped her slave's lips when she picked it up.  There wasn't much of it -- Daniella realized it wasn't going to cover more than her ass and the very tops of her thighs.  Her pussy started throbbing again, and the butt plug, tight inside the rubber panties, seemed to be fucking in and out of her again, in tiny, delightful strokes.
 
Daniella undid the zipper, held the skirt in her right hand, letting the left side droop.  Then she bent forward, and stepped with her left leg into the skirt.  She pulled it up her leg a little bit, then -- balancing carefully -- stepped in with her right leg.  Then she pulled it a little higher on the right.  The feel of the "fuck me" hose on her thigh, rubbing against her right hand, beckoned her down into a deep erotic trance.  She could hear her own heart beat -- tha-thud... tha-thud... tha-thud... -- and her eyes started closing, replacing her view of the world with a warm, dark red pulsing.  Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes opened in little slits -- just enough that she could see -- and she reached down, and caught the lower side of the skirt with her left hand.  The slave straightened a little, pulling the skirt up over her knees, feeling the soft rubber between her thumb and forefinger, the texture of the "fuck me" hose against her palms.  Her hips began to sway back and forth, like she was imitating a snake, as she tugged and pulled the tight, rubber miniskirt up her legs, first one side, then the other.  When the waistband was finally in place, over her hips, she gave a little grunt, and thrust her hips forward, totally unaware of what she was doing. 
 
Her left hand on her tummy, Daniella reached back to the zipper, and started to pull it upward.  Of course, it was too tight to just be zipped up.  Her eyes almost opened, then shut tighter, as she reached back with her left hand, pulling the rubber together with both hands, working the zipper up, inch by inch.  When it reached the top, she stood there, with both hands behind her, gently swaying.  Not sure what to do next.  Eyes half open in little slits.  Mouth slack, in a soft "O."  Her ass sucking, sucking, sucking on the butt plug.
 
"Danielllllaaaaaa!" Mistress called, gently.  The slave shivered.  Dominica could see her eyes rolling upward, under the half-closed lids.  "Two more things in the suitcase, little slut.  First, reach in, and pull out your little ankle boots!"
 
So hard to open her eyes!  Daniella's eyelids felt like they had been weighted down with the long eyelashes, glued together with the heavy makeup.  She struggled to open them, with just enough success to see the suitcase, where the soft, black boots lay, on their sides, little of sparkles of light all up and down their surfaces.  She seemed to float across the short distance to the suitcase, and picked up the boots.  The scent of new leather made her want to close her eyes and drift some more, but the feel of cold metal confused her.  Daniella's eyes popped open, and her first good look at the boots made her gasp, then hold her breath.  All up and down the boots were little D-rings, in rows.  She began to trail her fingers along the rows, hearing tiny tinkling sounds as her hand brushed the rings.
 
The sudden sensation of MzDominica's fingers, trailing along the outside of her thigh, felt at first like a jolt of electricity.  Then the warmth spread, up and down her thigh, inside the black, textured hose, and around into her pussy.  Her legs separated ever so slightly, pushing her sex forward, as the butt plug imbedded it self firmly in her ass.
 
"Go deeper, Daniella," Mistress cooed.  "Deeper, as you feel the rings."  Daniella's hand continued to trail back and forth over the cool metal.  "I want you to think of these rings, ALLLLL evening!  Imagine yourself tied to the rings.  Shackled to the rings.  Chained, with your legs wide.  Your pussy open to me!"  The slave's eyes were now wide open, and she WAS looking in the direction of the boots -- but her mind was elsewhere, and had placed her between the pine trees again.  "That's right, my rubber slut.  Feel yourself bound and shackled, all evening.  Feminized.  Dressed in rubber."  Daniella began to breathe, so very deep and slowly, feeling herself so completely in Mistress' power.  "Now, pretty girl... put on your boots.  Right where you are.  And don't you DARE get a run in those hose!"  She leaned back, sitting on the bed.
 
Daniella rose from trance just enough to explore the boots, looking for an opening -- and she found a zipper on the left boot.  She set the right boot back down in the suitcase, unzipped the left one, and using the suitcase to balance, raised her left leg -- awkwardly -- and slipped on the boot.  She zipped it closed, somehow hearing a huge, rusty padlock in her head instead of a zipper.  Then she set her foot down, retrieved the right boot, and put it on.
 
"Good girl," Mistress smiled.  "Now, the last thing in the suitcase.  Pick up your purse."
 
The rubber-covered slave reached over, and picked up the tiny clutch purse.  Also of leather, with sharp little metal studs all over it.  She had long since stopped thinking.  Stopped anticipating.  Daniella stood, shoulders slightly drooped, hands at her sides, her mind completely empty, awaiting Mistress' next command.
 
"Mmmmm, don't you look delicious?" MzDominica teased.  "You are my horny little rubber slave.  Say it!"
 
Daniella responded immediately.  "I am your horny little rubber slave!"  Her voice was so much higher than usual.  And she still had that delightful, unfocused look to her eyes, that so pleased her Mistress.
 
"Again!" MzDominica commanded.
 
"I am your horny little rubber slave!"  Daniella's hips began to pump, forward and back, making the butt plug fuck into her again.
 
"Now open the purse," Mistress commanded, "I have another surprise for you."
 
Daniella raised her left hand, which was holding the purse, and undid the clasp.  She looked inside, and found two small brass padlocks, and a set of keys.
 
"Pull out the locks, and the keys, and hand them to me, slut," said Dominica.
 
The slave handed everything to her Mistress, and found herself shivering when MzDominica stood up from the bed, walked so very close to her, and stared into her eyes while she did something near her neckline.  The sound of a click, Dominica stood back, and Daniella realized that one of the padlocks now secured the zipper at the top of her rubber halter.  She could not remove it, unless Mistress undid the lock.
 
"Turn around, slut!" Mistress commanded.
 
Daniella turned, presenting her rubber-covered backside to her Mistress, and felt/heard another click.  She realized the rubber miniskirt was now locked in place.
 
"Now, my rubber slave..." Dominica paused, as she watched the trigger take Daniella even deeper.  "Go to your pallet.  Get your wallet, and put it in your purse.  You're taking me out to dinner tonight!"
 
Daniella walked, a bit unsteadily at first, across the bedroom.  At Mistress' command, she HAD been training herself to walk in heels -- but she felt so deeply tranced, she wasn't sure she could have navigated the room, even barefoot!  A stray thought entered her fuzzy head.  Would they ask for ID, if she tried to use Dan's credit card?  What would they think?  What...
 
"Back over here, rubber slave!"  All other thoughts vanished when MzDominica commanded her.  Daniella walked back, next to the suitcase, awaiting further orders.  She was confused, whether to stare into Mistress' eyes and lose herself, or stare at the floor, looking submissive and obedient.  She wanted to kneel, so much.  But knew she must not do anything to mess up her clothing or makeup.
 
Dominica watched, smiling, as the slave tried to look into her face, then lost the will to do so and tried to focus her gaze lower down.  For a moment, Daniella stared straight ahead.  Then she realized she was staring at Mistress' gorgeous breasts -- and wasn't sure she deserved that privilege.  Finally, her eyes dropped to the floor, and her mouth opened slackly.  Her mind emptied.
 
"Good girl," Dominica said.  "My good, mindless, obedient slave.  You don't know what to do.  Don't know what to think.  So your mind slips into neutral.  Awaiting my orders."  She reached a finger under the miniskirt, and ran it gently up Dan's cock, base to tip.  Daniella felt it, as a stroke between her cunt lips.  She wanted to buck her hips, but found she could not move!
 
"Close your eyes, pretty girl," Mistress commanded.  "That's right, let them drift closed.  Now, feel me putting my special goggles on your eyes again.  The ones where everything spells my name.  Dominica.  Dominica.  Dominica!"  Daniella began to drift again.  "That's right, you see my name everywhere!  Keep your eyes closed.  I have one more important thing to tell you, before we go out.  I want you to listen, very carefully.  Listen to me.  I am holding my remote control again.  And I am programming your rubber panties.  If you move too far away from me, if you try to run away, the rubber panties will begin stroking your sex.  Gentle waves, all up and down your pussy -- that you absolutely cannot ignore."
 
Daniella began to feel a stroking, a throbbing between her legs.
 
"The farther away you get from me, the harder it will stroke and squeeze you.  You will begin to drift.  And become more obedient.  And find yourself returning to me.  Unable to resist.  Unable to run away.  Unable to hide.  Do you understand, Daniella?  Answer me!"
 
From somewhere in a deep trance -- her sex, her arms, her thighs, every inch of her skin being stroked -- Daniella answered, "Yes, Mistress."
 
"You must obey!" Mistress commanded.
 
"I must obey Dominica," Daniella mindlessly replied.
 
"You must obey!" Mistress repeated.
 
"I must obey Dominica," Daniella automatically responded.
 
"Good girl!"  MzDominica stroked her slave's left cheek.  "You..."
 
Daniella suddenly felt caught, in a moment stretched out...
 
"Must..."
 
Seconds ticked by.  Daniella's mind was suddenly focused on one thing, and one thing only.  Responding to the trigger, that had not yet been completely spoken.  Time passed.  And she forgot about everything else.  Everyone else.  Even herself.  All that mattered was for her to respond, when the trigger was complete.  She felt poised at the edge of a cliff.  Blown by a powerful hurricane.  Nothing, no one mattered, as she focused her entire self, her entire life, on being ready for the next word, and responding.
 
"Obey!"
 
"I must obey Dominica!"  Daniella was too deeply tranced, too mindless, to have shouted it.  But if she could have, the sound would have been deafening.  Every tiny piece of her mind and body rushed into vocalizing that response.
 
Daniella felt her Mistress trail a fingernail from the belly of her miniskirt, upward over her tummy and chest, up her neck, to her lips.  Dominica leaned close, and Daniella could feel Mistress' breath on her face.  It was like she felt, rather than heard Mistress' next words.
 
"Now, slut.  Follow me.  Get in the van.  We... are going out!"
 
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In the mini-van, Daniella looked at the dashboard, the radio, the trees passing by.  Everything seemed to spell "Dominica," over and over again.  She felt fuzzy, rushed, like she couldn't catch her breath.  Her breasts felt so huge in the rubber halter.  Her pussy felt so tight, so full, in the rubber panties.  Were they massaging her pussy again?  She couldn't tell.  Her ass kept sucking at the thick rubber butt plug.  Cars and trucks passed them, going the other direction on the highway.  Their headlights seemed to leave trails in Daniella's eyes.  Trails that spelled "Dominica," in long, stretched-out letters.  Her hips began to rock, and the hem of the rubber miniskirt rode up to the tops of her thighs.  Everything seemed so fast, unreal.  Daniella began panting, squirming in the car seat, rubbing her booted feet up her calves.  She could feel the rings on the boots.  Like the rings were tied to her clit.  To her nipples.  Her eyes grew wider, and wider -- seeing everything, yet understanding less and less as each minute passed.
 
The minivan pulled into the parking lot, at a bar and grill named "Dominica."  Daniella giggled, her mind so empty, not certain if what the sign said was real -- not caring if it was real.  It was a moment or two before she realized MzDominica had opened the passenger door, and was commanding her.
 
"Wake up, Daniella," Mistress repeated.
 
Daniella blinked, feeling extremely embarrassed that she had not responded.  She tried to jump out of the passenger seat, only to realize she was still locked into the seat belt.  She began to look around, wildly, aching to obey, but not sure how, when MzDominica pushed the release button, and let the confused bimbo out.
 
"Straighten your skirt, slut," Dominica commanded, as she shut the van door.
 
Daniella absent-mindedly reached down, and pulled on the hem of her rubber mini-skirt.  Only then did she realize she was still holding the clutch purse, the little metal studs digging into her palm.  She held it up, gazing at the reflections of the parking lot lights.
 
"Daniellllllaaaaaa!!!"  Dominica's voice stopped the slave.  Held her frozen.   Mindless.  "Follow me, follower!  Follow!  Follow!"  Mistress walked across the parking lot, Daniella a few paces behind her.
 
Inside, it was all light, and heat, and noise.  People everywhere.  Daniella began to feel confused.  A little worried.  Her pace slowed, but she continued to follow Mistress.
 
The hostess seemed to recognize MzDominica immediately, and guided them to a round pinewood table, where three other beautiful women were already seated, sipping on their drinks.  There were introductions all around.  A tall blonde, dressed entirely in red leather with black lacings, stood up and hugged Dominica, kissing her cheek.  The other two, also dressed in leather, stood and exchanged hellos.
 
"This is Daniella?" the tall blonde asked.  "She's really coming along!"
 
"It's her first time out," MzDominica replied.  "So be nice!"
 
"Aww, I'm always nice," she replied, then turned to the other two.  "Aren't I, girls?"
 
The two women looked up at the ceiling, as if something VERY interesting was going on there.
 
"Okay," the blonde said, throwing up her hands.  "Like you two are perfect angels!"  She plopped back down in her seat, and looked at Daniella, with a big smile of fake innocence.  Then her gaze looked almost predatory.  "For a first-timer," she said, "you look gorgeous!"
 
Daniella enjoyed the compliment.  But something confused her.  It took her a moment to realize that Dominica was still standing.  Waiting.  She almost lunged forward, grabbed the pinewood chair, and pulled it away from the table, offering Mistress a seat.  Dominica gave her Daniella a look she couldn't quite interpret.  Something between "it's about time" and "we are going to have SUCH fun!"  She sat down, and the slave helped as Mistress scooted closer to the table.
 
One more chair remained empty.  It took Daniella a moment to realize she was expected to sit.  In a chair.  In Mistress' presence.  Like one of the girls.
 
She found herself taking little, mincing steps.  Arrived at the chair, turned, and sat, sliding her hands under her buttocks to pull her skirt under her thighs, straightening it.  Daniella found her gaze caught by Dominica's green eyes, unable to look away.  She could tell, from Mistress' expression, she'd done something wrong.  But she couldn't think what.
 
"Spread your legs, slut," Dominica commanded.  Quietly.  Gently.  But NOT to be denied.
 
Daniella's knees, which had been pressed together, slowly separated.  Far enough to accommodate someone's head between her legs.
 
"Good girl," Mistress whispered.  Just as their waitress arrived.
 
"Good evening," she said.  "I'm Janie, your server for this evening.  Is there anything I can get you to drink?"
 
"A glass of this cabernet," Dominica replied, indicating her favorite on the wine list.  "And a glass of water for my girlfriend, here."
 
Daniella was surprised she hadn't been allowed to order.  But she was even more surprised when she looked at the wine list on the table.  Everything seemed to be named after Dominica.  In fact, there simply weren't any other words on the page.  She started feeling dizzy again, finding it difficult to follow the conversation.  Soon, she found a water glass placed in front of her, the ice floating, gently swirling around.
 
"Take a sip," Dominica said, simply, as the waitress passed around menus.
 
Daniella lifted her glass.  The water felt so cool against her lips.  So cool and wet, rolling over her tongue, and down her throat.  She drifted a moment, engulfed in the sensation, then set her glass down on the table, noticing the crescent of reddish-brown lipstick on the rim.  In slow motion, she picked up the menu, not quite seeing it.  And slowly... slowly... she realized all the words on the menu were "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..."  She looked up at Mistress' face, helplessly, realizing there was no way she could read the menu.
 
MzDominica smiled back, and placed her hand on Daniella's.  It'll be okay, her expression said.
 
The sound of her water glass being refilled confused Daniella.  She'd only taken a sip, right?  But it seemed to be almost empty!  Dominica lifted her wine glass, inhaling the aroma of the rich, red vintage.
 
Janie returned, almost bubbling.  "So, what can I get for you, this evening?
 
The women began to order, asking about different entrees and making selections.  Daniella felt so fuzzy, looking at her menu.  "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..."  Her pussy was dripping.
 
"And you?"
 
It was Janie.  Daniella looked up, helplessly, unable to focus on the waitress' face.  Her name tag seemed to read "Dominica."  Daniella tried to speak, her voice seeming to be lost...
 
"She'll have the quarter roasted chicken," Dominica replied.  Daniella watched Janie's pen wiggle, as she wrote down the order.  She seemed unfazed at Mistress ordering for someone else.
 
"And the side?" she asked.
 
"The fruit salad," Mistress replied, looking directly at Daniella.
 
The slave seemed to hear a buzzing in her head.  The sound of her water glass being filled again woke her out of a trance she hadn't realized she'd been in.  How much water had she been drinking, anyway?
 
Daniella shifted in her chair, the rubber skirt riding up her thighs, and realized she had an intense need to pee.  Like she was going to flood the chair.  Any second.  She tried to remember, when she had last taken a pee.  Had she released, helplessly, in the shower?  She couldn't even remember the shower.  She couldn't remember EVER peeing after the "dog run" around the fence this morning.  The thought of being MzDominica's dog made her begin to pant.  Her mouth opened, her tongue was hanging out, and she stared into space, gasping in little breaths.
 
"Does my little slave need to pee?" Dominica teased.
 
Daniella could only nod her head, squirming in her chair.  She wanted to press her legs close together, she needed to pee so bad.  But MzDominica's command kept her thighs spread apart.  She began to moan.
 
"Then you know where you need to go... don't you, my slave?" MzDominica whispered.  She gestured with Her wine glass, toward the restrooms, which were only a few tables away.
 
The slave set down her water glass -- not realizing she had picked it up.  And, shakily, she stood -- not sure she could make it to the restrooms, so far away.  She walked, deliberately trying to look swishy and sexy, but desperate to run into the bathroom!  Closer... closer...  Her mind so fuzzy...  Oh, Goddess!
 
Daniella realized there were TWO doors.  One on her right, and one on her left.  Which one?  Which one?  Even more confusing, BOTH were labeled "Dominica."  She saw the pictures on the doors, and went towards the one that seemed most familiar.  A stick figure, with arms outstretched and two legs.
 
Suddenly, Daniella's rubber panties began to massage her sex -- SO insistently.  She tried to move toward the door, and the throbbing between her legs made her stop, lose track of what she was doing, pump her hips.  She looked back at MzDominica for help, and then realized what was going on.  She was trying to walk into the men's room -- and it was just too far away from her Mistress.  The rubber panties had started massaging her clit, forcing her to stay close to MzDominica.
 
There was only one restroom close enough that Daniella could enter.  It had a stick figure wearing an A-line skirt, feet together.  The women's room.  Daniella hesitated, never having done this before.  But she needed to go SOMEWHERE, or she was going to pee right here!  Her eyes lost their focus, and she drifted, as she pushed the door open, and entered the women's restroom.  Confused, she stood between the two rows of stalls, hearing the door creak closed behind her, and shut.
 
Pee... pee... pee...  Daniella needed to pee.  Somewhere.  Anywhere.  She found an open door, walked into a stall, closed the door, and lifted her rubber mini-skirt.
 
And found the lock on her rubber panties!
 
She pushed, and pulled, and wiggled.  Very soon, she realized, she could not remove it.  Not without the key.
 
Daniella heard the restroom door open.  Click... click... click...  The sound of MzDominica's boot heels walking closer and closer made her drift, feel so sleepy.  The clicking stopped.  Mistress was so tall -- Daniella realized she could see the top of Dominica's blonde hair, over the door of the stall.
 
"Need some help, Daniella?" Mistress asked.  "Danielllllaaaaaa!  Open the door for me.  Open the door, my sweet, mindless rubber slave!"
 
Daniella's left hand continued to hold her rubber skirt high, as she undid the latch with ther right hand, and pulled the door inwards.  She looked up into Mistress' green eyes, forgetting why she was here.
 
Dominica smiled.  "I came in to check on you."  She looked down at the slave's hand, exposing the rubber panties and the lock.  "It looks like you need some help."
 
The slave suddenly remembered the immense pressure in her bladder.  "Oh, please, Mistress Dominica!  Please unlock me!  I need to pee, so bad!"  Daniella sounded more and more like a little girl every second.
 
"Are you begging my permission to pee, little girl?" Dominica asked?
 
Daniella began rocking from one foot to the other.  "Yes, Mistress!  Please, I beg you!"
 
"Then you must drop to your knees, Daniella, to beg properly," Mistress commanded.  "And do NOT get a run in those hose!"
 
The slave carefully knelt in front of Dominica, head bowed toward her Mistress' boots.  She still held the hem of her rubber skirt up at her waist, having completely forgotten she might let go of it.  "Please, Mistress Dominica.  I beg you to unlock me, and give me permission to pee!  I am your helpless slave!"
 
Mistress paused a moment, held up the key in front of Daniella's eyes, teasing her with it.
 
"Please, Mistress!  I beg you!"
 
Dominica held the key close to Daniella's slutty red-painted mouth.  She gently stroked the cold metal back and forth across Daniella's lower lip.  The slave's eyes drifted closed, and she began to moan quietly, her hips pumping.  Just as her left hand began to drop, slowly, languidly, forgetting the rubber miniskirt, Dominica commanded, "Here's the key, Daniella.  Unlock yourself, and have a nice, long pee."
 
The slave's eyes popped open, not quite focused.  "Thank you, Mistress!"
 
"And when you're done," Dominica intoned, staring into her slave's eyes, "I want you to lock yourself back up.  Come back out, sit down, and hand the key back to me.  OVER the table, where everybody can see.  Do you understand?"
 
"Yes, Mistress!"
 
"Good girl!"  Mistress turned away from the stall and walked, click... click... click..., out of the restroom.
 
Daniella stood.  She fumbled with the key a moment, but managed to get it into the lock.  When it turned, she felt such a surge of relief, knowing that she really could unlock herself.
 
But that was nothing compared to the relief Daniella felt, when she finally could release.  She seemed to pee gallon after gallon.  The sudden loss of pressure made her feel dizzy.  Her eyes closed, and her head gently tilted to her right side, as Daniella drifted into a deep trance.  As she continued to pee, her unconscious mind reviewed all the triggers and instructions she had been given that day, making them stronger.  Even in this deep hypnotic state, the thick, rubber butt plug never left her ass.  After a while, she began to alternate -- her ass sucked on the butt plug, then her pussy squirted pee.  Then her ass sucked the butt plug again, and she squirted again.  Over and over, squirting a little less urine each time, until her pussy simply pumped a drop or two each time.  When the slave finished, she wiped herself languidly, almost robotically.  She pulled up the rubber panties and locked them on, eyes still tightly closed. 
 
It wasn't until she found herself at the mirror, checking her hair, and refreshing her lipstick that Daniella realized she was awake.  The girl smiled at the heavily painted face in the mirror, gave herself a wink, and wiggled her hips.  Then she seemed to float out the door, back toward the dining room.
 
She was already out the door when she realized something -- she never HAD been wearing the goggles!
 
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Mountains of Rubber,Ch.6, Dancing Partners

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Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 6, Dancing Partners
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica.  Mistress has dressed Dan for his first time going out "en femme" -- something he greatly desires and greatly fears -- and they are having dinner with a group of her friends.  Daniella has been tranced to drink so much water, she could not resist going to the restroom -- the LADIES' room, of course -- and had to beg Mistress for the key to unlock the rubber panties that constantly massage her aching sex.

Chapter 6, Dancing Partners:

As she returned from the restroom, Daniella saw MzDominica talking with Janie the waitress, who nodded, turned and left.  Daniella arrived a

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t the table and sat down -- making sure to keep her legs spread, just as Mistress required.

Dominica turned toward her slave and quietly asked, "Do you have something for me, slave?"

Daniella was still holding the key in her palm.  "Of course, Mistress," she replied.  Despite everything, she found herself blushing as she lifted her hand, and stretched her arm across the table at head height, dangling the key on its little chain.

The tall blonde and her friends -- Daniella was beginning to think of them as "the leather ladies" -- began to ooh and ahh over the key.  "And what have you got locked on her, Dommy?" the blonde teased.  Annie, that was her name, Daniella remembered.  "Can we see?"

Daniella's blush deepened to a dark crimson, and her eyes grew wide -- darting one direction, then another, as a feeling of panic began to rise.

"Daniella!  Look at me, Daniella," MzDominica commanded.  She slowly reached out to the slave with both her hands, and stared into those frightened eyes.  "Look into my eyes, sweetie.  Easy."  She grasped Daniella's hand in both of hers, held the slave's gaze as she calmed down, and gently retrieved the key with one hand, the other still holding Daniella's.  "We'll let them imagine what this key locks up, for now," she said, nodding her head.  "They have VERY busy imaginations.  Don't worry, they won't feel disappointed."  Mistress smiled.

Daniella's head nodded back, and she smiled, her breathing easing as she calmed down.  Dominica released her hand, and the slave dropped it into her lap.  Then she shifted position in her seat, finding herself surprisingly aroused.  The throbbing in her rubber panties had started up again, and her hips had begun rocking -- oh, so gently.

"Well," said Annie, "I can IMAGINE a lot of things..." as she took a renewed interest in the place where Daniella's long legs disappeared under her short, black rubber skirt.  "Oh, God!" she exclaimed.  "Where did you get those stockings?"  Clearly, she had just realized the filigree criss-crossing over and over Daniella's legs wasn't just lacy texturing, but spelled "Fuck me" over and over.

"Someday, I'll tell you," Dominica replied.  "If you're good."

"Oops, I guess you'll never know," quipped one of her friends, Roxy, earning a jab from the blonde's elbow.

"Talk about 'come fuck me' clothes!" said Barb, the third leather lady.  Daniella hadn't realized a girl could leer so lecherously!

"Can I touch them?" Annie asked.  Her voice was suddenly, surprisingly gentle.

Daniella looked to Mistress, with no idea of how to respond.  After a moment, gauging whether her slave looked like she was going to panic again, Dominica replied, "Okay."  She leaned forward a bit and commanded, "Look into my eyes, Daniella.  Watch ME.  You cannot look away."

Dominica's gaze became her entire world as Daniella felt a hand caress the outside of her thigh, trailing over the textured hose (fuck me... fuck me...), catching a little, then sliding, then catching again.  (Fuck me... oh, please, fuck me...)  The hand then stroked up the top of her thigh, from the knee to the edge of the mini skirt.  (Fuck me...)  Daniella's hearing seemed to change, as all the sounds in the restaurant became muted.  (Please...)  Inside her rubber halter, her nipples ached so badly, it felt like they were on fire.  (Green eyes... fuck me... yes...)  Her hips tilted forward, spreading her legs even wider.   The hand stroked down the top of her thigh, so slowly, so teasingly.  (Fuck me... fuck me... please...)  Then it curled around to the inside of her knee and began to stroke upward...

"That's enough," Dominica announced.

Daniella inhaled a gasp of breath.  She hadn't realized she'd been holding it.

"Oh, poo!" the blonde exclaimed, pouting, withdrawing her hand.

"'Poo'?  What's next?  'Sugar'?" said Roxy, earning another jab in the ribs.

Suddenly, a busboy was rearranging things on the table, and setting dishes in front of everybody, while Janie also set down dishes and made sure everybody got the right order.  Daniella found her water glass being filled up again.

"Can I get you anything else?" Janie asked.

MzDominica leaned toward Daniella and whispered, "You've had a lot of water this evening.  Would you like a glass of wine with that chicken?"

Thinking it might help her relax a little, Daniella replied, "Yes, Mistress.  If I may."

"Of course, Babi," Dominica confirmed.  She turned.  "Janie, a glass of Chablis for my friend, here."

"Certainly," Janie replied.  She said it kind of oddly, as if she'd been waiting for a cue.  "But -- I hope you don't mind my asking -- but could I see your ID, please?"

"Whoa!" said Annie.  The leather ladies were applauding.  "You're being carded!"  "Whoo-hoo!"  "But officer, I never knew she was jailbait!  Honest!"

Daniella looked ready to stand bolt upright and run.  Her ID?  The waitress was going to see it was Dan's ID!  What was she going to think?  Daniella actually felt herself beginning to get out of her chair.

Dominica pointed to Daniella's plate and quietly commanded, "Daniella!  Take a bite of your fruit salad."

An image exploded into Daniella's head, of kneeling at Dominica's feet earlier today.  Eating lunch.  And licking her boots.  The big bowl of fruit.  "Fruit... boot... fruit... boot..."  Suddenly, she felt so calm, and sleepy.  She relaxed back into her chair.  Drifting.

"That's right," Dominica whispered.  "Take a bite of fruit."

Boot... fruit... boot...

All Daniella could seem to see was the bowl of fruit salad.  She reached up with her fingers...

"Use your fork, Babi," Mistress said.

She picked up the fork, seeing the length of shiny metal more than recognizing it as an eating utensil.  Then she jabbed a peach slice, put it in her mouth, began to chew.  Swallowed.  So cool.  So sweet.

Fruit... boot... fruit... boot...

Mistress was sitting.  Her boots were down on the floor.  Daniella set down the fork, and began to get out of her chair...

"Daniellllaaaa," MzDominica said.  "You need to show your driver's license now.  Just calmly get it out, and show it to Janie.  Can you do that, Babi?"

Daniella nodded, whispering, "Yes, Mistress."  She reached down to her clutch purse, undid the catch, and pulled out Dan's wallet.  She opened it, pulled out the driver's license, and handed it to the waitress.

"Good girl," Dominica cooed.

Janie examined the license, and looked at Daniella.  Then at MzDominica.  Then she gently grabbed Dominica's shoulder and shook it for a moment, smiling at her.  In another moment, she had returned Dan's license to Daniella, and departed, saying "I'll be right back with your glass of Chablis."

Daniella was dumbfounded.  She held the license in her hand, unable to move.

"Put your ID away, now, Babi," Dominica said.  Put your wallet back in your purse.

The slave did as she was told, feeling her head so fuzzy.  She found herself unable to follow the conversation for a while.  She took a bite of chicken.  Then some fruit.  (Boot... fruit... boot...)  She sipped the wine, not remembering when it had arrived at the table.  The throbbing in her rubber panties continued.  Gently.  Insistently.  Making her so hot.  She was constantly aware of MzDominica's boots.  So near.  So kissable.  She wanted to drop down onto the floor, kneel before her Mistress, and run her tongue up the tops of her boots.  Up, up, up, along the laces.  Up to her knees...

"Daniellllllaaaa!" she heard her Mistress calling.

"Yes, Mistress."  The slave's answer was automatic.  Without conscious thought.  She stared blankly before her, awaiting instructions.

"Mmmm, good girl," Dominica said.

Daniella felt Mistress' boot pressed against her left leg, making the throbbing in her panties feel even stronger.  She also felt a boot pressed against her right leg, and began to emerge from her trance, realizing it must be Annie again.

"Time to pay the check, Babi," Dominica said.  "So we can go dancing!"

Daniella realized that what she had been staring at, so blankly, was the plastic folder, holding the check for her and Mistress.  She looked up at MzDominica, who smiled at her, making the whole world seem right, and smiled herself.  Then she looked around at Roxy, Barb, and Annie -- whose expression scared her a little.  She felt Annie's leg more firmly against hers, now.  Daniella woke up, pulled Dan's wallet out of her purse again, and put his credit card in the folder.  A squeeze on her left shoulder and the sudden removal of the folder told Daniella that Janie had picked up the folder, and would be back.

"Dancing?" Daniella replied.  She looked over at MzDominica again, suddenly finding herself lost in those swirling green eyes.  "Yes, Mistress," she replied, feeling hazy again.  The throbbing in her sex was becoming more powerful again.  She felt a hand brush the outside of her right thigh, and knew it must be Annie.

She barely remembered to sign her name "Dan" when Janie returned with the plastic folder.  As all five of them piled into the mini-van, Daniella kept trying to remember whether she had signed her name or Dan's, trying to reassure herself she had done it right.  She had let Dominica calculate the tip.  Numbers, thinking, were completely beyond her right now.

They were going dancing.

Dancing.

And her clit was soooo hard!

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Funny thing about this ride in the van.  Daniella KNEW she was no longer wearing the goggles, that made everything spell MzDominica's name.  But she still saw the effect anyway.  Even as they passed the occasional roadside street light, its after-image trailed past them, the streaks of light stretching into long trails that turned into handwritten letters, spelling "Dominica."  Daniella sat in the back seat, between two of the "leather ladies," Barb and Roxy, while Annie sat in the passenger seat up front, next to Mistress.  Daniella could feel the heat from their thighs pressed against hers, and her pussy seemed to be melting.  Her legs were wide open, available for anything that ANYONE might want to do to her.  Anyone.  The butt plug seemed to pump... pump... pump... into her ass with every little bump in the road as they drove.  Her nipples pulsed with every tiny bounce and jiggle of the van.  It was getting to be more and more difficult for Daniella to gauge the passage of time.  Things just seemed to happen, and slide by.  Like the trails of light on either side of the van, spelling "Dommmiiiiinnnniiicaaaaaaa....."

Of course the name of the club was "Dominica's" -- at least, as far as Daniella could tell.  She had only had the ONE glass of wine, right?  So why did she feel so dizzy?  So disoriented?  Mistress got out of the driver's seat, and as soon as She closed the door, Daniella's pussy began to feel that inescapable massaging again, as MzDominica moved farther away.  Pushing, gliding, throbbing, teasing -- making her clitty so hard.  She wanted to cum.  It was beginning to be the center of her universe, her life.  She wanted to fall down at Mistress' feet, and cry, and beg, and beat her hands on the ground -- she felt so helpless!

She found Roxy and Barb helping her to undo the seatbelt, get her moving out of the van.  They were doing their best to chatter, and be encouraging -- but it all sounded like nonsense syllables to Daniella.  She watched as Dominica and Annie walked, side by side, across the parking lot, finding herself unable to take her eyes off Dominica's boots.  Following her Mistress' boots was what got her walking... walking... suddenly finding herself inside the club, dazzled by the colors, the strobe lights, the loud music.

They were all barely able to hear one another over the loud band -- but with shouting and gestures to each other, they managed to find a table, buy the drinks for their cover charge, and started pointing out the hot guys -- and hot girls -- on the dance floor.  Even seated, Daniella found her ass swinging and bumping to the beat, tapping her little booted feet, feeling her boobs jiggle with every bump.  As long as she kept moving, she could think about something OTHER than the ache in her clit!

Daniella found herself staring at the deep red leather of Annie's costume, mentally undoing the black laces, that held the pieces of leather together, long gaps exposing her smooth, shiny flesh underneath, finding her mind drifting...  Suddenly, she realized Annie was shouting and signing to her:  "Wanna dance?"  Daniella gasped a deep intake of breath, feeling strangely guilty, that she hadn't been thinking of her Mistress.  She looked over at MzDominica, completely unsure whether she wanted Mistress to say "yes" or "no" -- or to command her to drop to her knees and beg forgiveness.

She was doubly surprised when Dominica almost pushed her off her stool, shouted under the music, and waved her hands, clearly commanding her to "Go on and dance, babi!  Go dance!"

Annie stood, and held out her left hand, arm straight, like an invitation.  Daniella felt a gentle nudge between her shoulder blades.  She reached out with her right hand and took Annie's fingers in hers.  They might have paraded onto the dance floor, if it had been less crowded.  Hand in hand, they pushed their way into the middle of the crowd, the loud music thumping in their ears.  Annie stared into Daniella's eyes for a moment, then bowed -- still holding her right hand.  Then she straightened, released her hold on Daniella, and began to dance.

At first, Daniella was scared.  She was so hot in the tight, rubber halter and mini-skirt.  Little droplets of sweat turned into trails, and ran, tickling, between her breasts and down her exposed tummy.   The bright lights from overhead, and the crowd all around didn't make her feel any cooler.  But she watched Annie, as her movements took on a sensuality, a sinuousness that made Daniella's clit start to throb again.  She looked over at Dominica, across the dance floor, and found her Mistress watching her... smiling.  She looked back at Annie, and thought -- what the hell?  She began to mimic Annie's movements, swaying her hips, jiggling her breasts, weaving her arms into patterns that looked like Celtic knots.

Little by little, their movements were becoming synchronized -- everything Annie did, Daniella did, too -- at almost the same time.  Annie wiggled her entire body, like a snake, and ran her hands over her breasts, down her belly, to her thighs.  Daniella copied every movement, the music thump-thump-thumping in her head, wiping out all conscious thought.  Annie danced closer, and Daniella stepped toward her.  Annie danced away, and Daniella stepped back.  Annie took a step to her right, and Daniella took one to her left -- a perfect mirror image.  Annie began to circle around and around, staring into Daniella's eyes -- and Daniella circled right with her.  Annie approached, and trailed her hand down Daniella's left shoulder, over the rubber, stopping on her bare waist.  Daniella trailed her hand down Annie's side, and began to tug at the black laces, holding the leather together...

Suddenly, the music stopped!

Daniella found herself breathing heavily -- and not from the dancing.  She wasn't sure what to do.  She looked at Dominica, who was applauding her performance.  She looked at Annie, who stared into her eyes and bowed again, then took her hand and led her back to the table.

"Whoo!  You can DANCE, girl," said Roxy.

"Me next!  Me next!" shouted Barb, as the band started up again with a new song, R&B heavily laced with wailing guitars and a strong back-beat.  Barb started to get up... and MzDominica pushed her back onto her chair.

Commandingly, Mistress reached out her right hand, waiting for Daniella to respond.  The sweating rubber slave grasped Dominica's hand instantly, feeling a tingle as their fingers touched.  Daniella's eyes caught a glint of something shiny in Dominica's other hand.  At first, she thought it was just some of Mistress' jewelry -- rings or a bracelet.  Then she realized Dominica was holding a black rubber glove.  Her jaw dropped open, and she started to pant.

On the dance floor, Mistress released Daniella's hand, and they both started to dance.  Dominica favored bouncy movements, nodding her head, grinding her hips, stepping around.  Daniella began to copy her Mistress' dance, like she had done with Annie -- and suddenly realized that Dominica was tugging the rubber glove onto her left hand.  She imitated the motion in reverse, sliding her left hand over her right forearm.  The music grew louder and louder, the beat even stronger.  Then, just as the singer was reaching the end of a verse, MzDominica reached toward her slave, and touched the index finger of her gloved hand to Daniella's own outstretched finger.

And, just like at the restaurant yesterday afternoon, Daniella saw the rubber spread over her skin.  She watched, still dancing, as Dominica's black rubber glove seemed to turn itself inside-out and cover HER hand, glide up her arm, looking so shiny!  Then it began to stretch upward, covering her elbow, her shoulder.  As soon as it touched her rubber halter top, the top began to stretch and grow, spreading upward over her neck and head, across and over her left hand, downward over her bare waist to her rubber mini-skirt.  Then the skirt stretched downward and covered her legs, oozing down inside her ringed leather boots, covering her feet.

As Daniella felt herself completely encased in tight, black rubber, the band began a wailing guitar solo.  Riffs running up and down the scale trailed electric caresses up and down the slave's body.  Her dancing became an expression of ecstasy, arms reaching upward, grabbing the sky and pulling it down, as her hips gyrated, seeming to fuck the empty air.  She stepped, and twirled -- always returning her empty-headed gaze to MzDominica's hypnotic stare -- writhing with the trills and chords from the lead guitar.  Shivering.  The drums began to pick up the beat again, and Daniella's buttocks thrust backward with every thump!  thump!  thump! -- trying to impale herself on a lover, a dildo, anything she could find, though nothing was behind her.

The singer resumed, vocalizing the final verses, and Dominica reached out again, touching Daniella's hand with her own.  The slave could feel the rubber contracting, receding, turning back into a mini-skirt, a halter top.  Her sweaty skin felt cool where it was suddenly exposed again.  Finally, she saw the black rubber glove turn itself inside-out again, gliding onto Dominica's hand and arm -- just as the song ended.

Daniella didn't know what to do.  Her head felt completely empty.  She stood on the dance floor, panting, staring mindlessly into Dominica's green eyes, not even aware that she was waiting for instructions.  Dominica's hand shifted, clasped the slave's hand, and she gently pulled, guiding Daniella back to the table.

"What was THAT?" Annie shouted, totally amazed.  "Whoa!  You rock, girl!"

Daniella was still too blank to answer.  MzDominica gently pushed her down onto a seat, just as Barb and Roxy got up together to dance with the next number.  The slave watched them, her clit throbbing in time with the music, her ass sucking on the butt plug, unaware that Annie and Dominica were having an intense conversation -- well, shouting into each other's ears, actually.  At length, MzDominica smiled -- a big, almost predatory smile.  Annie nodded, eyes wide, also smiling.  And the two shook hands.

"Thank you, thank you," the lead singer's voice boomed, nearly drowning out the applause, as Barb and Roxy returned from the dance floor.  "We're gonna take a short break now!  We'll be back in a few minutes.  Enjoy yourselves!"  All the guys in the band set their instruments down, and walked off the stage.  Daniella was drifting, now.  Staring at the singer's ass, for no special reason.  Her clit throbbed, and the butt plug pumped mercilessly into her behind.  She could not think.  Could not move.

When their waitress arrived, asking if they wanted refills, Dominica crooked her finger, drawing the girl close, even though the band had stopped for a while.  "I want to talk to Howie.  Tell him it's MzDominica.  Okay?"  The waitress clearly had no idea what was going on, but she straightened and left -- apparently to relay the message. 

In a few moments, a bald-headed man approached the table, holding a kitchen towel.  He reached out, and hugged Mistress, greeting her.  "MzDominica!  Welcome, welcome!  I didn't know you were here!  Enjoying the band?"

"They're pretty good," Mistress replied.  "They really got my little slave here going."  She glanced over at Daniella, indicating who she was talking about.

Howie smiled and nodded.  "Yeah, I saw her dancing.  These guys are here for three more days, then they move on.  I'm gonna miss them!"

"Yeah!" Mistress replied.  "Um, Howie, I was wondering -- is your back room available?"

"Aw, I'm sorry Mistress!  I've got a private party there this evening."

"Too bad.  I just want a private room for a short while...  Maybe 15 minutes?"

Howie was clearly thinking.  "How much room do you need?"

"Just enough for four of us to stand in a circle," Mistress replied, "and one in the center."

Howie actually blushed.  A deep crimson.  Daniella was just enough aware that she was actually charmed.  Just enough aware that she couldn't take her eyes off the boner that had suddenly appeared in Howie's pants.  She slouched further down into the chair and spread her legs wider.  Her mouth felt sooooo empty.

"Um...  Well..."  He actually mopped his forehead with the kitchen towel.  "You could use my office.  If that's okay..." his voice trailed off, eyes locked on Dominica's.

"Of course," Mistress replied.  She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.  Everybody jumped.  Even Howie.  "Girls, follow me!"

Annie and Barb almost lifted Daniella out of her chair.  Her clit was throbbing.  Her ass felt so full, and the butt plug wouldn't stay still.  She wanted to beg them to please touch her nipples, but she couldn't form words.  In a few moments, she found herself in a small room -- cheap wood paneling on all four walls, a computer desk along one wall, an office chair, file cabinets and papers everywhere else.

"On your knees, Daniella," she heard Mistress command.  She dropped to the floor, barely able to stand anyway.  Arms outstretched, straight, head bowed, staring blankly at the worn rug.

"We're going to play a game, girls," MzDominica began.  "A game of... spin the bimbo."

At the trigger word, Daniella's mind went completely blank.  Her eyes closed, and her mind drifted, empty.

"Open your eyes, Daniella," Mistress commanded.

The slave found it so hard to comply.  She had to force her eyes open, grimacing, struggling to see, when everything in her head was trying to force her into a deep, sleepy trance.  She looked forward.  And to either side.  Everywhere, there were women's legs in beautiful, leather boots.  Her clit continued pumping.  Her ass kept sucking the thick dildo.

"Listen carefully, Daniella," Mistress said.  "We're going to blindfold you.  Then spin you around.  All you have to do is find the boots you crave the most.  The boots you want to suck.  Need to suck.  Find them, and begin kissing them.  Do you understand?"

Her answer seemed to come from far away.  "Yes, Mistress."  Daniella could feel her mouth forming the words, but it did not seem to be part of herself.  She felt a scarf being looped around her head, covering her eyes, being tied at the back of her neck.  Her eyelids dropped, tightened, showing deep, dark red with little flashes of color, and not-color, sparkling in her empty mind.

"In fact, let's turn off the light," Dominica said.  "Let's make SURE you can't see.  Right, girls?"

Daniella could hear them, mm-hmming their assent.  The deep red background turned even darker.

"Now," Dominica commanded, "spin around, Daniella.  After you're done, crawl forward, and find the boots you crave.  Spin, my little slut!  One... two... three... four times!  NOW, EVERYBODY QUIET!!!"

The slave couldn't even hear breathing, as she passed right arm over left, again and again, knees shuffling, and spun on the floor.  She felt dizzy already, and this only added to her feeling of disorientation, of confusion.  Her clit was beginning to hurt.  Her nipples to ache.  The thick butt plug was as much a comfort as a goad, because she needed to be fucked, so bad!

Hand over hand, knees shuffling.  In the dark.  In the silence.  So horny.  Under the blindfold, Daniella began to cry.  She needed relief so much.  She spun, and spun, losing all track of time.  Then, for no reason, she stopped.  Panting.  Aching. 

She crawled forward.  Inches at a time.  Her left cheek rubbed the carpet.  It felt so good.  So solid.  Her hips started pumping down.  Up.  Down.  Up.  Humping the air.  Wishing her pussy could touch something.  Someone.  Anything.  Scooting forward on the floor, pushing with her knees.

Her face encountered something hard.  Pointed.  She could smell the leather.  Scooting forward, she began to nuzzle it.  Rub her cheek against it.  Mind empty, yet she felt compelled to move to the left.  Carpet rubbing her face.  Tongue trailing drool over the rug.  Another boot.  Further left.  Face between two boots.  She began to pant.  Rubbed her face in little figure-eights, feeling the boots against her cheeks.  Smelling the leather.  Something... beyond thought.  Still, she felt compelled to scoot to the left.  Face over the boot.  Across the rug.  She moaned.  She did not realize it, but the deep, aching moan escaped her lips -- and all the women in the room, standing around her, suddenly felt their knees go weak with the power of that moan.  Daniella scooted, pushed, dragged her face across the carpet.  Something hard.  Another boot.  She turned her head to the left, pushing her nose against the sole, smelling the leather.  She squeaked -- so gently.  Rocking back, she lifted her head, shifted a little further to the left, and began licking the boot.  Kissing it.  Little moans and squeals escaped her throat, as she continued to tongue and kiss the boot, mindlessly, obediently.  She shifted even further forward, her tongue licking at the arch, running up to the instep...

"Lights on," MzDominica commanded.

They all looked down at Daniella, kneeling in a little ball at Dominica's feet, licking and kissing her right boot.

"I think the contest is over," Dominica declared.  "Stop, Daniella," she commanded.  "Remain on the floor, and be still."  Daniella rocked backward, almost sitting on her heels.  Her face was still pressed downward, onto the carpet.  She knelt, mind empty, still blindfolded, waiting for her next instructions.

"Annie, untie her," Dominica commanded.  The red leather covered girl dropped to one knee and undid the scarf.  Then, after a second's pause -- unsure whether she should -- Annie stood up again.  Daniella's gaze drifted toward her, and the slave noticed her face was oddly pale.  She hadn't even realized the lights had been turned back on.

"Listen to me, Daniella," MzDominica said.  The slave's eyes swiveled, all attention on her Mistress.  "We had a little bet, Annie and I."  Dominica looked at Annie, and smiled.  That predatory smile again.  "Whoever you had chosen, was going to get to have you for the night."  She looked around at the others.  "All night.  For whatever she wanted to do with you."  Dominica leaned forward, toward Daniella, her ample breasts suddenly capturing the horny slave's stare.  "Of course...  I had you already!  So Annie had to make a special promise."  That smile, again.  "I'm sure if either Barb or Roxy had gotten you, Annie would have been in charge anyway."

"Hey," Roxy said.  Barb touched her shoulder, and mimed a "shush."

"But if I won..." Dominica continued, "then Roxy and Barb get Annie for the night."

The two girls' eyes went wide.  Then THEY smiled.  A predatory smile.

"Anything they want to do with her.  Or to her," Mistress teased.  She turned, looking straight at Annie.  "Come here, girl," she said, as she raised her hand.  She was holding a long, glittering crystal.

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Daniella and MzDominica walked through the parking lot, arm in arm, toward the mini-van.  The slave was having trouble remembering what had just happened, but realized that the other three women were near the front entrance to the dance club, getting into a cab.  Suddenly, she recovered her wits -- just enough -- and her curiosity became intense.  Irresistible.  She felt compelled to ask a question.

"Mistress," she began, "what if I had picked somebody else's boots?"  She couldn't quite ask, how could you risk losing me like that?

"Aw, sweet little slave," Mistress replied, understanding full well what Daniella could not say.  "The outcome was never in any doubt.  Dominica always wins!"

Daniella started to say something, then forgot what it was.

"You're too deeply conditioned to respond to ME," Dominica continued.  "If you can remember at all, you'll realize I didn't even use the remote on you."

Daniella's stride slowed for a moment, as that fact entered her brain.  There had been no cheating, no tricks.  She simply had responded, mindlessly -- and had zeroed in directly onto Dominica's booted feet.

She also suddenly remembered Dominica's hypnotic commands to Annie, forcing her to obey whatever Barb and Roxy wanted to do with her.  And part of it was a compulsion, to tell them what she had wanted to do with Daniella.  And to report to Dominica, later, everything she had gone through.  Though Annie was "leader of the pack," she was in for quite a night at the hands of her "followers."

The idea of it all completely overwhelmed the slave.  The throbbing in her clit.  The delicious butt plug in her ass.  Just as they reached the mini-van, Daniella dropped to her knees -- legs wide, back arched, arms behind her, face turned up in open need and helpless supplication.  "Please, Mistress!  I beg you!  Please let me cum!  I'm going crazy.  It hurts.  I feel so full and... and empty... and..."  Tears ran down her cheeks again, and her lips curled as she began sobbing.

"Oh, sweet babi!" Dominica replied.  She stroked her fingers along Daniella's wet, upturned cheeks, one side, then the other.  "Soon, babi.  Soon."  Daniella's eyes closed, and she moaned.  "I have something extra special for you, first.  Now, stand up, and get in the van."

Daniella whimpered, but she stood.  She touched her right knee, and realized she'd gotten a run in her stocking from a rock or something on the parking lot.  That only made the ache more intense.  She staggered, almost zombie-like, to the passenger side of the mini-van, waited for Mistress to unlock the door, then opened it and climbed in.  She began to lose focus, lose consciousness, as she pulled the door closed, buckled the seat belt, and the van began to move.  Her eyes drifted open and closed, watching the trails of the street lights spell "Dommmminnnnniiicaaaa..." as her pussy pulsed and throbbed.  As her ass wiggled down further into the seat, pushing the butt plug in further.  As her nipples ached to be stroked and pinched -- but her hands could not move.

Cum... cum... cum... She needed to cum... Sooooo bad!  Soon... what was soon?  What was next?  She had to obey her Mistress.  Must obey Dominica.  Aching, pulsing, hoping for release.  Soon...  Something special... Soon...  Lights trailing...  Cum... Need to cum... Need to cum...  Every little bump.  Every little wiggle.  Need to cum...  Cum... Need to cum...

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Oh, dear!  What DOES Mistress have in store for our sweaty little bimbo?

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One Year at a Time

jessicablank on Mind Control Stories

One Year at a Time
-- by jessicablank

Everybody stared at the two gorgeous blonde women strolling casually along the beach.  Not because they were holding hands.  It's not that unusual for women to hold hands when they're walking together, especially when they're friends, or -- like these two -- sisters.  Not because they were beautiful.  Though they were beautiful -- both in their early twenties, skin so tight and smooth, taught bellies, breasts high and firm, with just a hint of a jiggle as they walked.  Not even because they were rich and famous.  Though they were rich -- and, therefore, at least just a little bit famous.

No, it was because they were twins.  Identical, in every feature.  Their hair, their eyes, the shapes of their bodies. 

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They even walked in unison -- left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips.  Dressed in identical thongs -- bottoms only, as this was a tops-optional beach on the Mediterranean -- just little wisps of shimmering, sky blue cloth.  They presented such a perfect double image that some people who wore glasses, took them off and checked, to make sure nothing was out of alignment.

Yet there was something...  Was the one twin's thong just a little bit tighter?  Outlining the lips of her barely-hidden pussy just a little more than her sister's?  Her gaze, a little more straight-ahead and unfocused? -- while her sister's attention wandered from the warm ocean, to the sand, to the people ahead, to the children playing, to her twin's face, then out to the horizon.

With twins, they say, there is always a dominant one -- the leader, that the other twin goes along with, agrees to, matches.  Often, it's the firstborn of the two -- but not always.  With Cindy and Linda, this was true -- but not for the usual reasons.

They continued their walk, at a leisurely pace, the late afternoon sun at their backs.  With every step, Cindy's tight thong tugged on the hidden circlet that ringed her clitoris.  Left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips.  Tug... pause... tug... a rub against the cloth of her thong.  So gentle.  So impossible to ignore.  The little marble sewn into the inside of the back of her thong pressed against her anus, teasing with every step.  Tap, a bit of a pause, tap, glide.  So impossible to think.  Just follow her sister Linda's steps, let her hand gently guide their direction.  The shimmering blue cloth disguised the spot of wetness continually dribbling from her pussy.  Her nipples were taut, jutting out, continually aching.  So were Linda's nipples -- but the cause was different.

Linda guided her twin as they walked along the edge of the water, listening to the barely-suppressed panting that was Cindy's breathing.  She knew that with every step, every shift of position, Cindy was being stimulated repeatedly, relentlessly.  Linda looked around, enjoying the delightful view of the sky, the ocean, the nearly-naked bodies -- many beautiful, many not so beautiful.  She knew people stared at them.  It excited her.  Even more exciting that they had no idea of the power she held over Cindy.  The power they agreed would last a year.  And that year was coming to an end.

They reached the gate to the private stairway, leading up to their beach house.  Linda let go of Cindy's hand, and unhooked the tiny key ring attached to the right strap of her own thong.  She opened the gate, led the panting Cindy through, then closed and locked the gate.  Step by gentle step, they ascended the long stairway, all of wood painted a light blue, but weathered by years in the sun and wind.  At the top, Linda unlocked the door, again led Cindy through, closed and locked the door.

Once inside, Cindy immediately dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, and crawled alongside her sister.  Her eyes were still unfocused, her mind barely aware of where she was -- only that she was next to her sister.  Her mistress.  Her owner.

Poor little rich girls, Cindy and Linda.  Daddy passed away when they were only two, not even a memory in their heads, known only by his appearance in the family photos, and the big portrait hanging over the fireplace mantle back home, in the family mansion.  Mama had no time for them, being always away on some trip, whether for one of her many charitable causes or just on a vacation.  Taking babies along would have been inconvenient.  And by the time the girls were older, Mama had not acquired the habit of thinking about them as traveling companions.  Raised by nannies, educated at boarding schools, as the girls entered adulthood they were entirely independent of all family ties.  Except, of course, money.  Something they never had to worry about.

Finding something interesting to do -- that was another matter.

They had played little "follow the leader" games all their lives.  Somewhere along the line, as emerging grown-ups, the games became subtly more and more sexual.  Going out with boys -- or girls -- and switching dates.  Daring each other to push the envelope just a little bit farther, try more outlandish things.  Each watching the other having sex, in a hotel or car.  Exchanging partners.  Playing with each other, while their dates watched, or screwed them from behind.  Some experiments with bondage and discipline.  With hypnosis, mind control.  They both decided they liked that -- a lot.  They played little dominance games with each other more and more.  Sometimes Cindy was the mistress, sometimes Linda.

Then they hit on the idea of "the agreement."

For one year, one of them would be the dominant partner, the other the submissive.  For a full twelve months, one of them would be mistress, the other slave.  At the end of the year, they would switch.  A game of "spin the dildo" decided that they would start out with Cindy as the slave, Linda as the mistress.

Today was the anniversary.  The last day of the year.  Time to exchange places.

Linda led Cindy to her usual "slave cell" -- the shower stall in the bathroom.  "Stand up," Linda said.  Still not quite sure where she was, Cindy stood, and let Linda guide her through the door of the stall, and position her facing the shower head.  Linda lifted Cindy's left arm above her head, and attached the wrist cuff that dangled from a chain in the ceiling, then did the same with her right arm.  Then she reached inside Cindy's thong, and unhooked the clit circlet from the string that attached it to the swimsuit.  Cindy's legs shook with the brief stimulation of her clit.  Linda gently tugged the thong down Cindy's long, smooth legs.  A tap of Linda's finger to the back of Cindy's left knee signaled Cindy to lift her foot, so Linda could pull the suit off that leg, and then a tap to her foot made the slave set her foot down again.  Repeating with the right leg, Linda removed Cindy's thong, and set it aside on the counter top.  A tap to the inside of each thigh signaled Cindy to shift her stance, so her legs were spread in a wide inverted "V", allowing Linda to attach the ankle cuffs to the slave's legs.  Linda then walked out of the bathroom, leaving Cindy chained in the shower stall.

The bathroom held many ways for Linda to play with her slave.  Racks of dildos, in a variety of sizes, shapes, and degrees of "bumpiness."  An enema bag -- a very large one -- with a long tube, and a collection of nozzles, also in various sizes.  Scented oils and lubricants for the skin.  Special lubricants for the vagina, the rectum -- some with stimulating or aphrodisiac qualities.  That was the "low tech" part.

There was a waterproof TV screen in the wall, directly in front of Cindy's eyes.  In a few moments, it came to life, with Linda's face looking out at Cindy.  The camera and a small control station were in the living room of the beach house, next to a big TV where Linda could watch her sister from a dozen different angles, through cameras all over inside the bathroom.

"Pee," Linda commanded.  The sound of her voice penetrated the fog that engulfed Cindy's mind, and she mindlessly released everything inside her bladder.  As soon as Cindy was finished, Linda pressed a control on her console, and the shower came on, rinsing Cindy down with a gentle spray of water at body temperature.  Another touch of a control, and the spray stopped.

"Slave Cindy," Linda said.  "Slave Cindy... slave Cindy... slave Cindy..."  Those words always triggered Cindy to go deeper and deeper into hypnosis, enslaved to Linda's voice, wiping all thoughts from her mind.  "That's right... feel your mind going...  You're so horny, aren't you, Cindy?  Say yes."

Cindy was so deep, she couldn't even answer without a direct command to do so.  "Yes," she said.  Linda watched through a waist-high camera as Cindy's hips bucked forward.  She pressed another control, and a well-aimed jet of water briefly shot out of the wall, directly at Cindy's clit.  The slave shuddered, her knees buckling slightly.

"It's been almost a year, slave Cindy... slave Cindy... slave Cindy..." Linda intoned.  She pressed another control, and little blasts of air played over Cindy's breasts, caressing her nipples.  "And I've been preparing you," Linda said.  "How long has it been, since I last let you cum?  Do you even remember?  How long?  Try to tell me."

It was so hard for Cindy to think.  She wanted to cum, so badly.  Constantly stroked, stimulated, brainwashed, she could feel herself always on the brink, right there at the edge.  Another jet of air, this time aimed at her clit, coincided with Linda's repeated command, "How long?"

"A week?" Cindy murmured.  So hard to form the words.  Her thoughts were so fuzzy, she was not entirely sure what a week was.  It was all that she could bring to mind.

"Six weeks," replied Linda.  "Six long weeks, I've been playing with you.  Preparing you for this day.  Having you lick ME to orgasm... orgasm... orgasm..."

Cindy pulled at the wrist cuffs, helplessly stimulated by the trigger word, still unable to cross over that edge.

"Over and over and over again," Linda continued, watching Cindy's face grimace with unsatisfied lust.  "While you could not cum... you cannot cum... you cannot cum..."  Linda smiled, as Cindy's shivering combined with her bucking hips into a delightful erotic dance.  "Today is the final day, where I am mistress and you are slave.  Remember our agreement?  Nod your head."

Cindy's head nodded.  She wasn't sure why.  Had she been asked a question?

"But if I'm not your mistress, I won't be able to command you to cum," Linda cajoled.  Through a camera at face height, Linda could see Cindy's jaw drop, and her eyes go wide.  "If I'm not your mistress, I won't allow you to cum."

Linda could see Cindy's lips mouthing the words, "No... no... no...," although no sounds came out.  A pretty extreme reaction, considering that Cindy's conditioning had made it almost impossible for her to say the "N" word!

"If you agree to let me be your mistress for another year, I will let you cum," Linda said.  "I will let you cum and cum and cum!  Would you like that, Cindy?"  Now Linda waited.  Not even a command to say yes -- just to see how intense her slave's desire was.

Cindy nodded her head, eyes wide and pleading -- actually staring at the TV screen like she was aware of it!

"Then you must agree.  Will you let me be your mistress for another year, Cindy?  If you say yes, I will let you cum."  Again, Linda waited.  The final test.

Cindy's mouth worked open and closed for a few moments.  So hard to think.  So hard to answer, without being commanded to answer.  She hung, slackly, from her wrist cuffs, all energy directed at trying to speak.  The first syllable came out soundlessly.  She gulped, and finally, plaintively, Cindy managed to answer, "Yes, please be my mistress!"

"Cum!" Linda immediately commanded.  "Cum now!  Cum, slave Cindy!  Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"

On each command, Cindy's body clenched, as the waves of her orgasms took over, rolling from deep inside her belly, outward through her torso, arms, and legs.  All the chains pulled tight as her muscles yanked them taut, drawing them to their limits.  Her clit swelled inside the circlet -- pulsing, pulsing, pulsing -- and her cunt spilled juices down her legs and onto the shower floor.  She continued to hear Linda's voice commanding her to "cum... cum... cum..." -- unaware that it was now a recording that Linda had started, so she was free to walk to the kitchen, make a cup of tea, and return to the living room to watch her sister quaking in the throes of repeating, intense orgasms.

Linda sat down on the sofa, legs crossed -- so she could squeeze them together and gently stimulate her own clit -- and sipped her tea, enjoying the little moans coming from the TV speakers.  She wondered if Cindy had any realization how many years it had been, since they first made their agreement.

That she had agreed again, and again, to be the slave for one more year?

Year after year.

One year at a time.

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Mountains of Rubber,Ch.7,Skid Marks

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Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 7, Skid Marks
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica.  Mistress has dressed Dan for his first time going out "en femme" -- and after dinner and dancing with some of Dominica's friends, the slave feels like she's going to explode if she doesn't cum, soon!

Chapter 7, Skid Marks:

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Cum... cum... cum... Daniella desperately needed to cum.  The throbbing in her clit, the butt plug pumping, pumping, pumping into her ass -- left her with no resistance, no

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defenses against the needs of her body, the programmed needs of her mind.

MzDominica drove the van down the highway, lit only by the occasional streetlight.  Daniella couldn't make sense of the passing scenery.  The bright streetlights left trails in her eyes, spelling "Dommmmmiiiiinnnnniiiiicaaaaaa" in her hazy vision.

Daniella's hips continued to rock, rock, rock.  Pumping in the seat.  She had become unaware of it, but MzDominica was continually talking to her.  Making suggestions.  Programming her.

"You're falling deeper and deeper and deeper.  My... rubber... slave..."  Daniella's eyes had stopped tracking the scenery.  She was looking straight ahead.  "Down... down... down...  You need to cum."  Daniella's hips rocked.  "You crave to cum."  She pumped.  "Your mind is becoming emptier and emptier.  More and more quiet.  Quiet and empty.  Quiet... and empty..."  The streaks of light trailed out past Daniella's fixed gaze, spelling Dominica's name.  "You must obey."  And, just under her breath, Daniella muttered her conditioned response, "I must obey Dominica."  Her mind became more and more pliable, more and more open, with every word her Mistress spoke.

Daniella's hips were pumping constantly, now.  Her arms were limp, useless appendages, at her side.  The jiggling of the van pushed the butt plug in and out of the slave's ass.  Pump... pump... pump...  Her voice began to moan, softly.  Constantly.  It seemed to Dominica like she never inhaled -- just continued to moan, helplessly, without end.

The van pulled up into a parking lot.  The only vehicle there.  The storefront had big block letters.  Daniella, too deeply tranced to look directly at them, saw them.  In her peripheral vision.  They spelled, "Dominica."  Of course.  What else could they have spelled?

MzDominica set the brake, shifted to "park," turned off the ignition.

Daniella remained in her seat, staring forward, not quite seeing.  Her hips continued to rock.  Pumping... pumping... pumping...  Her clit was so hard.  Her ass was so full.  Her mind was completely quiet.  Not a thought in her head.  Just the pumping... pumping...

Dominica had turned in her seat, and was watching her slave.  Watching as she stared mindlessly forward.  Mouth open, panting.  Hips pumping.  She crooked her index finger and trailed it down Daniella's left cheek, while she smiled, enjoying her complete control of her slave.

Daniella could not think.  She had no will, to get out of the car and approach the store front.  She had no will, even to turn to her Mistress, and ask what she should do next.  Her mind was frozen.  Empty.  Helpless.  She sat, her hips pumping.  The tight rubber panties felt so good.  The thick rubber butt plug felt so good.  Her nipples ached, under the rubber halter.  Hurt so much.  Felt so good.

"Get out, Daniella," Mistress said.  It took a moment.  For Daniella to realize she'd been spoken to.  To realize it was her Mistress.  Her owner.  To realize she could NOT disobey.  Even a few more moments to stop staring, straight ahead, and begin to move.  "Get out..."  That involved unhooking the seat belt.  Shifting her weight on the car seat.  Opening the... door...

Every second was a moment of discovery.  A struggle to remember even the most ordinary actions.  How to twist on the seat.  How to shift her weight forward, drop legs, set her feet on the gravel surface.  Soon, Daniella was standing in the parking lot.  A little unsteady... trying to remember how to balance on the spiked heels of her little ankle boots.  The brightly lit sign on the storefront grabbed her attention.  "Dominica!"  She was too deeply entranced to even realize, that it might say something else.  There was a picture, nearby, of a cartoon figure that looked like it was made of marshmallows.  Her attention was drawn back to the sign.

Suddenly, Daniella found her hand being pulled toward the building.  Dominica was dragging her toward the front door.  She held a keychain her other hand, and was soon using a key to unlock the big, double doors at the front of the store.

When they opened the door, and Dominica dragged her inside, Daniella was assaulted by the intense odor.  Acrid.  Smoky.  Her eyes closed, and she took a deep breath -- still so deeply tranced, she had no idea what it was she smelled.  Only that it was rubber.  Lots and lots of rubber.

"Yes, my little rubber slave," MzDominica teased, stroking Daniella's right arm.  "It's a tire store!"

Daniella moaned.  The warm feeling in her crotch, and the trickle down both legs, all the way to her ankles and to her feet, marked the helpless release of all the pee in her bladder.

MzDominica seemed to have anticipated this reaction -- or, perhaps, she had programmed it.  She handed Daniella a towel, and said -- gently -- "Clean that up."  The slave opened her eyes, crouched to the floor, mopped up the puddle.  And as she stood up again, trailed the towel up the insides of her wet thighs.

Daniella stared, all around her, at the stacks of dark, rubbery tires.  She breathed so slowly, and deeply -- not even realizing she was doing so.  Dominica looked at her slave, and was surprised, but immensely pleased, to see tears rolling down her slave's face.  Clearly, Daniella was completely overwhelmed.

Not sure Daniella would even understand what she said, Dominica explained.  "A friend of mine owns this tire store.  He was very nice to give me free access tonight, to do anything I want."  She leaned toward Daniella, and whispered fiercely in her ear, "ANYTHING!!!"

Daniella's legs failed her.  She dropped, in slow motion, to the floor, cross-legged, staring at all the stacks of tires.  Breathing so deeply.  She'd forgotten it was even happening, but her clitty-cock was pulsing, pulsing, pulsing so intensely.  The scent of rubber had completely emptied her mind.

Dominica leaned down toward her little pet.  "Now, rubber... slave...," she said, pointing, "I want you to wrap yourself around that stack over there.  Hug it.  Fuck it.  Push your aching, little clit against the tires."

"Oh, God, Mistress!"  Daniella seemed to finally have found her voice.  "Please let me cum!"

"Not yet, babi," Dominica replied.  "Now, go and fuck the tires."

Daniella moaned.  But she stood up.  She stumbled, like a sleepwalker, toward a big stack of truck tires, and wrapped her arms around them as far as they would go.  Breathing deeply.  Letting the heavy, acrid scent fill her empty brain.  She pumped her crotch against a tire.  Once.  Twice.  She moaned, crying again.  A third time.  Her nipples were so hard, they hurt so bad.  Pump.  A tiny squeal.  Pump.  Moan.  Pump.  She was sobbing.  Pump.  She was crying.  Pump.  The sobs of need tore out of her, scraping her throat ragged.  Pump.  Her eyes squinted, and her face was a squashed parody of human expression, her mouth a big, open bow of need and pain.  Pump.  She moaned and cried, and rubbed her face against the treads, wiping her tears on the tires.  Rubbing her padded rubber-covered breasts against the tires.  Crying and moaning, she slowly collapsed at the base of the stack, aching to cum.  Aching for any tiny, little release.  Any relief.

She found her face rubbing, rubbing, against the tops of MzDominica's boots.

"Good girl," she said.  "Good, good girl."

Daniella rubber her tears into Mistress' boots, and kissed her toes, her ankles, her calves.

"Cum!" Mistress commanded.  "Cum, slave, cum!"

It almost didn't happen, at first.  It took a moment...  Just a timeless moment for the command to sink in.  It seemed to enter the top of Daniella's head, at her ears... and swept down through her neck, down her torso, into her hips.  It passed her hips, and went all the way to her toes.  Then the orgasm began to sweep upward from her toes.  In waves.  Up her legs.  To her crotch.  Up her belly to her breasts.  Up again to her head.

Daniella came.  And came.  And came.  Lips pressed against Dominica's boots.  The smell of rubber everywhere in her senses.  Cumming and cumming and cumming.  She wiggled.  She cried.  The moan that was torn from her throat sounded like she'd been impaled -- and, in a way, she HAD been.  By the thick butt plug.  By Mistress' command.  By the rubber.  Her hips pumped, and pumped.  Her ass sucked on the butt plug.  Hot cum filled her rubber panties.  She cried, and grabbed at the linoleum-covered floor, and rubbed her breasts against the floor.  She pumped her ass against the floor, and rubbed her face against Mistress' boots.  And came... and came... and came...  Crying, begging mindlessly with her sobs, thanking Mistress wordlessly with her moans, her caresses, her wiggling, her tears.

She had no idea of how long she had been cumming, cumming, cumming -- helplessly, gratefully.  But, gradually, the spasms subsided.  Daniella lay at Dominica's feet, curled up into a tiny, little ball.  Lips pressed to the toe of Dominica's right boot.  So deep, not a thought entered her empty, little mind.

Dominica leaned forward, and caressed the back of her slave's neck, between the strands of blonde hair.

"Now, you're ready," she whispered.

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Daniella did not remember having moved.  And her mind was far too blank to realize that she was lying, face down, on a loose pile of tires.  Her arms were around a big, soft tire, and her face was down in the center.  Surrounded by rubber.  Drowned in the scent.  A big tire all around her head, and tires below her -- the thick, pungent smell filling her nostrils, filling her mind.  And emptying it, at the same time.

"Deeper... Deeper... rubber slave... Deeper..." MzDominica's voice repeated, sending Daniella's mind into a state far beneath unconsciousness.  "Whenever you smell this, you must remember, rubber slave obeys only Mistress Dominica... only Mistress Dominica... only Mistress Dominica..."

MzDominica's slow, methodical brainwashing of the helpless slave continued.  It might have been minutes.  It might have been hours.  Daniella had no way to know.  No way to resist.

"Resist... resist...  Try to resist...  Try hard, now.  Harder..."  Mistress' voice ordered her to resist -- which meant that if she did, she would be obeying.  But if she did not, she would be obeying...  "Try to lift yourself off the tires.  Go ahead.  Try to resist me..."

Daniella pushed... or tried to.  But the rubber felt so good against her body.  Smelled so good.  All the resistance...  all the fight... was gone from her.  Her body went limp.  She was helpless... lost... obedient...

After a time, the slave felt herself being lifted up, completely unable to understand what that meant.  She heard, "Open your mouth, slave," and her jaw dropped slackly.  Immediately.  Automatically.  The thick, rubber dildo slid into her mouth, and she began mindlessly to suck... suck... suck...  The noise and jiggling of the van made no impression on her deeply entranced mind.  Nor did she notice herself being half-carried, as she was walked back into Dominica's cabin, and set down, prone -- plugged ass so high -- onto her rubber-covered pallet.  She continued to suck the dildo, as Mistress' conditioning slowly worked its way through her deeply sleeping mind.  Programming her.  Changing her...  All through the night.

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Daniella slept on her rubber-covered pallet, sucking on the thick rubber dildo.  Every dream seemed to restructure her body more extremely, reprogram her mind more deeply.  Her sense of reality seemed to have completely shut down.

Her tongue became long, and snake-like.  Even kneeling, with her head bowed to the floor, her tongue reached out, responding to MzDominica's command, and licked her boots, twining itself around her toes, her ankles.  It wound up her right leg, around her knee, and up her thigh, sliding into her wet pussy.  A loop of her tongue pressed deep into Dominica's pussy, massaging her G-spot, while the tip of her tongue crept back out, and wrapped itself around Dominica's clit.  Circling her clit, rubbing it, massaging it.  Tightening, and loosening, and tugging at her clit.  Daniella's snaky tongue stretched further... downward between Dominica's ass cheeks, and squirmed itself into her anus.  Throbbing, sucking, curling, wiggling.

All the while, Daniella could feel her breasts growing -- especially her nipples.  They felt so big, and long, and puffy.  Each huge, throbbing nipple had found its way under the toe of one of MzDominica's boots.  Daniella's tongue tugged at Mistress' clit, and Dominica responded by stepping harder on Daniella's nipples, squeezing them so deliciously!

All the little "fuck me" filigree in Daniella's stockings had started moving.  Massaging her legs, creeping up her thighs.  The words gathered together, growing in size and thickness, collecting as a huge, black dildo that seemed to climb up Daniella's leg like a giant worm, a caterpillar.  Daniella's hips thrust backward just as the dildo shoved itself into her ass.  Pumping, and pumping, the dildo seemed to be cumming.  It was ejaculating the words "fuck me" into Daniella's ass.  The words wiggled their way upward through her colon, through her abdomen, up her neck, and into her brain -- pushing everything else aside.  All other words spilled out of Daniella's ears, as "fuck me" filled her head, becoming her only thought.

Then Mistress spoke, and the word "obey" tumbled from her lips, like rain falling onto Daniella's head.  It soaked through her hair, through her scalp, into her brain -- and even pushed "fuck me" out through Daniella's ears onto the floor.  Obey... obey... obey...  All the other words on the floor changed, turning into Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...  They collected into a swarm, like bees, and swirled up Daniella's thighs to her clitty-cock, wrapping themselves around it.  Swarming and buzzing, and tickling her cock, the flying word made her desperate to cum again.  But as soon as she got close, all the words broke into separate letters, suspended mid-air around her cock, like a little black cloud, no longer stroking her aching sex.  As soon as the closeness to orgasm was lost, the letters formed Dominica's name again, and began sliding themselves against her cock -- like teasing fingers, all up and down her sex.  It felt so good!  Closer... and closer... and closer to cumming.  Then the words would all break up again into letters again.  Over and over and over.

Daniella's hips were pumping.  Thrusting back against the "fuck me" dildo, humping down into the cloud of letters.  "Obey" in Mistress' Voice looped relentlessly through her head, as she continued to lick every part of Dominica's sex she could reach.  Her tongue stretched even further, wrapping around both of Mistress' breasts, rubbing and squeezing her nipples.

In Daniella's mind, she could see the words begin to collect together, squeezing her cock smaller and smaller.  Making it tiny.  She heard Dominica's voice, talking to her about her clit.  About her pussy.  Mistress' voice seemed to echo from everywhere.  With every echo, the letters pulsed.  The words "Dominica" collected together into another firm rubber dildo, like the "fuck me" dildo, and began to push against the base of her cock.  Pushing inwards as her cock became a tinier and tinier nub.  Pushing her balls inside, where they changed into ovaries.  Pushing her scrotum inward, as it became labia, the center opening up and becoming her vagina -- so very filled with Dominica.  Fucking deep into her.  In... and out... and in... and out...  The new dildo began to ejaculate into her pussy, spewing the name "Dominica" deep into her cunt, over and over again.  Mistress' name traveled up through her womb, past it and upward through her abdomen...  Up... up... up...  It stretched out her tits even further, making them full, huge, squashy -- like big balloons.  It pushed its way up her neck, changing her voice, making it higher, more musical, lilting.  Finally, Mistress' name entered her head to join the only other word that remained there -- Obey!  The words filled her mind...  Obey... Dominica... Obey... Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica...

Daniella sucked and sucked on the rubber dildo, "Obey Dominica" echoing relentlessly in her head.  Was it a dildo she was sucking?  It seemed to be Mistress' toes.  She couldn't tell any more.  It didn't matter.  Sucking was everything.  Pleasing Mistress was everything.  The little rubber slave was nothing, and she nuzzled her face against MzDominica's feet, while her hips continued to pump... pump... pump...  "Fuck me" was getting lost.  What happened to "me" was becoming unimportant, so long as she pleased Mistress.  She rose up, still on her knees, her long snaky tongue deep in Dominica's sex, so she could stare upward into her Mistress' green eyes.  The emerald eyes seemed to spin, and swirl, and turn into whirlpools, drawing her down into even deeper levels of slavery... and mindlessness.

Daniella had long since forgotten her hands.  A sex slave didn't need hands, so long as she had her tongue.  Her mouth.  In her dreams, Daniella became more and more desperate to make Dominica cum.  To make her Mistress cum.  To please Mistress.  All thoughts of herself were forgotten.  "Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica... Obey Dominica..."  Lick... lick... lick... suck... swallow... lick... obey... lick...

Suddenly, like a huge explosion in reverse, Daniella felt herself falling, and her dreams vanished.  Her eyes popped open.  She glanced around, completely disoriented, no idea where she was.  Her mind was still so blank, still caught in the echoes of Mistress' trance, her control, her dreams.

Daniella automatically sucked on the thick, black, rubber dildo -- and the soft firmness of the rubber felt so good, it almost sent her back into a hypnotic sleep.  But something in the back of her mind talked to her.  Talked to her with Mistress' voice.  "Time to wake up, now, slave."  She leaned forward and pressed her huge tits against the rubber sheet on the pallet, enjoying the way her cunt and ass echoed and reflected the pleasure in her breasts.

Still glancing around, trying to re-connect to the real world, Daniella's eyes fell upon two things directly in front of her.  She didn't recognize the round, lumpy circle right away.  She pumped her hips back into the dream dildos again, reacting to the circle before she knew what it was.  A little tire -- like from a toy truck.  She almost laughed, remembering the tire store from last night.  Then she realized she didn't remember MUCH about being in the tire store.  That brought a combination of confusion, a little panic, and a growing desire, as she realized how deeply controlled she had become.  Her lips curled up into a smile -- quite a task, as they were still firmly wrapped around the thick rubber dildo.

The second item was a note.  A simple piece of paper with writing on it, folded so it could stand, like a little tent, angled so the slave would see the words when she woke up.  Daniella was almost afraid to try to read it, certain that -- like everything else -- it would simply appear to say "Dominica... Dominica..." over and over again.  "Read it, slave," she heard Mistress' voice command.  Opening eyes that she hadn't realized had closed again, Daniella read the note.

"Take a shower, slut.  Then crawl to Me.  I want you completely naked.  Except, of course, for your butt plug.  I have a special treat for you this morning! --  xox, MzD"

Daniella was at once relieved that she could actually read the note.  Shower... yes, she probably was in great need of one, after last night.  Something about her rubber panties felt... gummy...  Kind of nice, actually... in a way...  But she didn't want to think about it too much.

The slave stood up and stretched.  Oh... She must have been crouched in a tight, little ball all night!  She looked down at her legs.  The "fuck me" hose no longer showed even a single filigree letter.  All that was left was tattered little threads and runs.  The rubber clothes and boots seemed to have survived unharmed, though.  Her mind drifted again, imaging the thick dildos in her ass and cunt.  Even standing and stretching, her hips began to buck.  "Shower... NOW," Mistress' voice demanded.  Daniella quickly trotted out the door, down the hallway, into the bathroom.

She was almost afraid to look in the mirror -- but she just had to.  Oh... my... Goddess!  She was a real mess!  The wig was gone -- probably fell off in the tire store.  She hoped MzDominica had retrieved it!  Her eye makeup was nothing but dark blotches and streaks, and the lipstick was a blur smeared around her lips and up one cheek.  She looked like a raccoon that had tried to dress up as a whore.  A twinge of excitement made her clit throb.  What a slut she had been, for her Mistress!  She smiled into the mirror, enjoying the feeling of having been so deliciously used -- like an article of clothing that had been worn, soiled, and tossed in the laundry by Dominica -- to be used again later, after it had been cleaned.  Daniella's hips began to wiggle, anticipating the next time.

Then she noticed the little black marks all over her body.  Bruises?  Her arms, legs, even parts of her face were covered with them!  She rubbed at one on her forearm, and it didn't hurt... didn't feel sore.  In fact, some of it rubbed off with her thumb.  She looked at another one, near her elbow.  The squiggly lines of light flesh between the black blotches gave her the missing clue.  Tire treads!  Oh, Goddess!  She was covered with skid marks, from all the tires last night.  Daniella couldn't help herself -- she pulled one arm with the other, and brought her blackened elbow close to her nose and inhaled, testing for the scent of rubber.  Of course, it was there!  Her mind drifted, and her nipples began to tingle, as she thought of Mistress' control over her mind...

"Shower!" commanded Dominica's voice in her head.

Daniella found herself almost hopping, turning the handles on in the shower to warm up the water.  Unzipping the boots.  Pulling at the rubber halter and mini-skirt.  Peeling off the remains of the pantyhose.  She looked down at the rubber panties.  The lock was gone -- oh, thank Goddess!  But she left the panties on, for the moment.  She tested the temperature of the water, found it warm enough, and stepped into the shower.

Immediately, Daniella's bladder gave up all control.  She peed helplessly inside the rubber panties, while the warm water splashed down her face and neck, and she squeezed her nipples and breasts.  Her hands descended down her torso to the top edge of the panties, and she pulled them open, letting the warm water rush inside.  She felt like some kind of perverted kangaroo, her pocket stretched open, a waterfall pouring into it, cleaning everything away.  Her breath came in little, panting gasps, as she slowly pulled and twisted the rubber panties, down... down... down her legs.  Sliding them down over her knees.  Down her calves.  Over her feet.  Panties on the shower floor, she just stood mindlessly in the shower, warm water running over her, rubbing her tits.  Her ass sucked on the butt plug again, reminding her that it was there, and her fingers trailed down to her pussy, her middle finger pressing into the cleft between her labia, her palm firmly against her clit.  Rubbing... pumping...  Mmmmm, so good!

"Soap!  Shampoo!  Now!  You must obey!"  Dominica's orders came from somewhere inside Daniella's head.  She jumped a little, and emitted a tiny squeak, responding to the sudden commands.  "I must obey Dominica," she automatically replied.  Of course, she needed to present herself to Mistress, immediately!  She grabbed the soap, and ran it all over her breasts, down her tummy, between her legs -- jumping again, every once in a while, as she realized she had languished too long.

After toweling off, Daniella crawled into the dining room, and was greeted with a view of MzDominica seated near the table, talking on her cell phone.  She was laughing so hard, tears were running down her face.  Mistress caught sight of her slave on the floor.  She snapped her fingers and pointed down, indicating her boots.  The slave hurriedly skittered across the floor to bring her lips to Dominica's toes.

"And then they WHAT?" Mistress almost screamed.  "Oh, God.  Those two can be so cruel!"  She laughed again.  "And you loved it, didn't you?...  Yes, I know you did, you little slut!...  Yeah, well, I always knew you were a size queen!  Yeah...  Oh, yeah!...  And I bet that's not the biggest one you can take, either!...  Uh-huh!...  Oh, God, what an image!  You, tied up like that, all night, and..."  Dominica looked down at her naked slave, who was already falling deeper and deeper into trance, kissing Mistress' boots over and over.  "Hey, you know what?  I want those as a trophy from last night...  Yes, I do...  In fact, I want you to bring them over right now.  I have an idea of something I'd like to do with them..."  She trailed her fingers through Daniella's hair.  She looked up again.  "No, NOW, you little slut!..."  Mistress turned away from Daniella for a moment, and quietly spoke a single word into the phone.  "Now bring them over...  Oh, you didn't realize I'd implanted that trigger, huh?"  Dominica's chuckle sounded wicked.  "Yeah, well you should know better than to fuck with me...  Right away."  She pressed a button, and set the phone down on the table.

Mistress reached a hand down to her slave's freshly-shampooed hair, still damp from the shower.  "You know who that was, babi?"  Daniella, now deep in trance, didn't understand the question.  All that seemed to matter was kissing Mistress' boots.  "That was Annie, from last night, making her report.  It seems she had quite a time at the hands... and other things... of her two girlfriends."  Dominica curled a finger under Daniella's chin, and pulled the slave's face upward.  Daniella's mind had completely emptied, and she looked up into her Mistress' eyes with complete adoration, too blank even to be awaiting an instruction -- simply happy and content to be there, with Dominica.

MzDominica reached over to a bowl on the table, and pulled an orange section from it.  She lifted Her skirt, and shifted her hips forward, exposing her smooth pussy.  Then She waved the orange section back and forth in front of Daniella's eyes, moving it closer and closer to her cunt, watching the slave track her every move.  A gentle push, and one end of the orange section plopped into Dominica's pussy, between her pink, puffy labia.  She spoke one single word:  "Fruit."

Daniella leaned forward, and sucked the orange slice out of Dominica's pussy, tasting Mistress' juices, almost like vanilla.  She stared blankly at Dominica's moist cunt, while she chewed and swallowed, barely registering the fact that Mistress had reached for another piece of fruit -- an apple slice this time.  She placed it, one end in her cunt, curled up near her aroused clit.  "Eat," she commanded.  Daniella leaned forward again, taking the apple slice in her mouth, her upper lip grazing Mistress' clit.  Dominica's hips pumped forward, just a little, as she reached for a grape...

There was a knock at the front door.

Dominica set the grape back down in the bowl, fully certain she knew who was out front.  She stood up, stepping around her kneeling slave, who seemed only aware that Mistress had moved away.  Daniella remained, blankly staring at the chair where Dominica had been.

Another knock, and Dominica opened the door, to find Annie hastily dropping to her knees on the front porch.  She was dressed a lot more simply, this morning -- t-shirt, jeans, running shoes.  Of course, the jeans were amazingly tight -- calculated to produce a devastating effect on any appreciative male... or female.   She held her hands up and forward in supplication, the strands of several black cords draped across them, drooping toward the floor.

"Please, Mistress, take these from me as Your trophy.  They are Yours, as am I," she begged, then bowed her head.

"Laying it on a little thick, aren't you, slut?" Mistress laughed.

Annie bowed her head even further, and replied, "Not as thick as you might think, Mistress."  Then she looked up and winked, "But if you've got a few flower beds that need some fertilizing..."

Dominica took the cords, laughing.  "You ARE incorrigible!"  She gathered the strands up.  "So, have you learned your lesson?  No trying to steal my slaves -- even for a night?"

"Yes, Mistress," Annie bowed again.  "I have just one question..."

"You're unbelievable," Dominica replied.  "Okay, I'll bite -- what's your question?"

Annie looked up, winked a second time.  "When can we do it again?"

Dominica couldn't help laughing again.  "Get out of here, you little slut!"  And as Annie leaped up and began walking down the path to the gate, a little awkwardly due to some soreness she was TRYING to hide, Dominica shouted, "I'll call you next week!"  Annie turned, waved goodbye, and hobbled out the gate.

Mistress closed the door, then walked slowly back to her slave, who was still where she had been left, staring blankly at nothing.  "Wake up, Daniella," she said.  "Danielllllaaaa!"  She dangled the cords in front of the slave's face.  "Wake up.  Do you know what these are?"

Daniella's mind seemed to return from far, far away.  She looked at the black cords wiggling in front of her, but could make no sense of the image.

Dominica began stretching the cords out, separating them.  There were six of them -- some longer, some shorter -- all several feet long.  "You remember these.  This one," she said, holding up an especially long cord, "I bet this ran from her ankle, criss-crossing up all the way up her leg, and tied at her waist...  Holding Annie's leather pants together!"

Daniella began to pant.

"You remember," Dominica teased, wiggling the cords again.  "Red leather... black laces..."

Daniella's clit, already so hard, suddenly leaped to full attention.

"Mmmm, you DO remember," Mistress said.  "I thought so!  I like your response -- but we're going to have to change your associations!"  She pitched her voice a little louder for a moment.  "It would be good if I had a small rubber sheet on my chair, here!"  Then she turned her attention back to Daniella.  "Yes, Annie's girlfriends kept her tied up all night -- with the laces from her own red leather outfit!"  She sat down -- and of course when she did, there was a sheet of black latex, covering the chair.

MzDominica folded the laces in half, and caressed Daniella's face gently with the loops.  "Well, now these black laces are MINE...  And we are going to have such fun!"

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Sunday morning, and our little she-male is learning the meaning of the word "worship!"  What plans DOES Mistress have for those long, black laces?

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powers chapters 1 and 2

hornylittlegirl03 on Mind Control Stories

its going to be a long series about a teenager who gets superpowers. i'm sure you can guess what he does with them.

i uploaded chapters 1 and 2 together because chapter 1 is completely exposition. some chapters will be all story but i'll upload them with a sex scene.

i am a girl but i wanted to try writing from a male perspective. these are coming from my erotic daydreams and i'm kinda perverted so these are gonna get kinda weird.

Mafia77 on Mind Control Stories

i was 16 when i first met my boyfriend he was 26 my parents hated him and rows were often very heated so one day we decided to run away and get a flat in the city my boyfriend steve was a bit of a dealer selling heroin coke etc though i never tried any he always wanted me to.

he said he'd set us up with a mate of his to get this flat so we packed some stuff together and ran into the night, i left mam a note telling her goodbye n  dont bother come looking for us.

we met leroy a black seedy man of around 40 in a backstreet pub he bought us some drinks then suggested we sleep at his place till morning when he would show us are flat. i felt really

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nervous and afraid at the way leroy kept looking at me  but we went with him .his place was really run down like a old drug den he said we.d after crash on the floor as it was only a bedsit and only had the one room and a bathroom so i sat on the sofa  he then said i was to try some heroin to make sure we were'nt coppers  i laughed and said im only 16 but he insisted  and the next thing i felt a prick in my arm and a warm sensation rushing through me. he then told steve to go and sell him some gear as the funds would  be short for tomorrow he gave him some bags and i felt scared when he left but the drugs were making me all foggy headed,i closed my eyes .

i jumped and opened my eyes when i felt my skirt being lifted i saw leroy naked pulling my panties down  i tried to speak to say stop but the words just came out mumbled i was powerless to resist as i felt him kiss me below steve and me only did it once and that was in a car him on top for around a minute' but  could feel leroys tongue pressing into me i squirmed on the seat

then felt the most powerful cum ever'

 leroy just laughed at me stood up and pulled me into  a sitting position he then said open wide my little white slut and pushed his smelly black cock into my mouth i gagged but he held my head and started to push it in.he then got on top of me and i felt him stretching me open he fucked me real fast and hurt me' i could feel him tearing into me opening me up as never before then i felt him shooting into me filling me up with his black come.He then climbed off me and called me a good little whore and fetched a needle and some more stuff for me i tried to say no but he said i was a good little whore and deserved it.i drifted in and out of sleep i remember steve coming home leroy told him to leave me there as i was wasted . i awoke to feel the sun coming through the window i looked around to see leroy sat smoking he smiled at me i said were was steve gone, dealing for me bitch came the harsh reply it dawned on me i was naked in his bed then i remembed him on me, was it him' steve' i couldnt think i felt between my legs i was all wet n sticky well someone had but who i wasnt sure.leroy stood up and asked me if id like my next fix

no thanks i replied , shut up silly little bitch he said coming over to me i felt really scared as he towered over me, when is steve coming home i asked ,soon bitch ,youll soon forget about him when you love this stuff .i felt the warm rush again as i drifted into a drugged sleep .the next few days were a blur i awoke shaking feeling really ill i was still naked in bed i needed drugs bad , my head hurt my arms felt like lead i though i was dying where was steve but more importantly were was leroy .i looked for my thing they were gone all my clothes were gone then i heared voices the door opened and in walked leroy and four massive black men i froze there were five black men in this tiny room and me all naked in bed . leroy spoke hi bitch need some stuff oh god yes please . he sat in the chair opposite me the blacks sat on his sofa here you are then bitch come n get it i said i couldnt find my clothes he laughed i sold them i gots to buy you all new ok .well bitch you want this ,please give it me i said come n get it , i stood up pulling the blanket around me and walked over to leroy past the men leroy stood to greet me, whack i felt him slap me real hard i fell to the floor stupid little bitch he shouted, i wondered what id done wrong dont ever dis my friends like that ever or ill kill you ok bitch 'ok ok i said no dareing to ask

now stand up,i climbed to my feet he pulled the blanked off me and threw it on the bed i stood there naked the men laughed.thats better he said and sat down sit here he said tapping his lap .

i sat knees together hands covering my tits ,now then wot would you like bitch said leroy,my stuff please laughter filled the room again,you know how much this stuff cost me bitch you got to earn it bitch take of you hands show my friends your lilly white little tities ,oh got i thought please leroy dont i said listen bitch when i ask you to do something you better do it or ill beat your ass ok , with that i lowered my hands i could feel my legs tremble as they all looked at me i jumped when i felt leroys hands on my legs pulling them wide please leroy no i said whack he hit me hard on the side of my head tears welled up and i let my legs open he pulled on my tit real hard

see bitch now your learning .He gave me my fix and i drifted then i jumped it was the door but the knocking felt so loud, leroy lifted me and placed me on the chair i let my legs fall open i didnt care i was to far gone then i heared steves voice i looked up , he looked in disbelief at me sat there naked like a whore with five black men in the room, what the! shut it whiteboy said leroy you in deep shit you been riping us off, no way said steve .one of  the black men stood up and said you better fuck off punk or ill kill you steves face went pale ok he said come on sara were leaving, no way said leroy i took her for the cash you owe anyway she likes it here she wants to stay dont you bitch all eyes were on me i looked at poor steve then leroy his eyes burned into me yes i said im staying leroy smiled steve turned and left slaming the door .leroy turned to me good bitch she like leroys black cock come her babe he said i looked up to see leroys cock hung out of his trouser i crawled across the floor and licked it taking him in my mouth ,fuck shit said one of the blacks id forgot they were there but the drug was working i didnt care i felt leroy tense up and grab the back of my head as he spewed his come in my mouth i gagged you best swallow all that bitch he said and i did with that they left i was a few hours when i awoke leroy wasnt there he came home later drunk and climbed in bed with me rolled ontop and slipped into me oh my god what am i doing i thought laid her with a black man as old as my father what could i do to get out of this i felt his hands lift my legs up god his cock was so big i felt my pussy being torn i moaned thats a good whore you like that big black cock up dont you ,yes i said feeling my pussy betray me. i  jumped he put his finger on my bumhole oh god your hurting i said as he pushed a finger into my bum  oh please stop please, shut it bitch you knows what youll get i takes what i want when ok said leroy i lay still gritting my teeth as the finger climbed so high i felt so full his cock so far up me then he shuddered i felt him come up me and roll off into a drunken stupor thank god i thought and slowly fell asleep.I awoke the next morning to feel the needle go in mmmm was all i could do as my eyes closed ,gots to go out bitch dont want you getting bored whilst i go said leroy  with that he left .i awoke late again as leroy came in again he'd been drinking againi watched him strip  fascinated by his soft cock how big it was and how black it was he came over to the bed and climbed in i felt nervous but excited my stomach all funny as he pulled my nipples hard and bit them i yelped roll over bitch i did laying on my tummy as i felt him climb on me i felt him at my pussy pushing in me, deeper ,deeper he went god how far could he go i thought he then lifted his weight of me and and started to fuck me i felt him reach round and rub my clit oh god i screamed im cumming i shuddered and collapsed biting the pillow as he ploughed into me .i again felt all his weight as he lowered back on to me squashing me into the bed he reached round removed his cock from me and i froze as he found my bumhole, please, please leroy it'll hurt so bad no please i said i thought how much pain his finger caused me but leroy ignored me as i felt his cock head push at my bumhole oh god ho god i screamed no no but suddenly with a plop he was in me i felt him withdraw then bang back in me i almost fainted,

 in out he went stretching me so bad i thought i was dying .i felt him cumming deep inside my bumhole then he rolled of me again , i cried myself to sleep the pain was so bad in my stomach . we awoke early the next day  leroy said get cleaned up bitch its shopping time i washed did my hair he cave me a old coat to wear and a old pair of trainers to put on.i pulled the coat on real tight feeling funny scared almost knowing i was naked underneath.We drove for about to minutes god he was in a nasty mood i said afraid to speak as we pulled outside a shop wait bitch he said , he came out with a bag and drove off arriving outside a flat he got out and i followed into the flat . we walked into the bedroom he threw the bag on the bed put those on and dont take all fucking day bitch i m busy ok'  he left i opened it and found some black stockings and suspenders i put them on then opened the door which leroy went through i looked into the room there was leroy with a black man really fat and ugly i felt disgust as he smiled at me you trained her well he said to leroy  ye she loves my black meat said leroy smiling come her bitch i walked over to leroy looking at the floor all the time unable to look at them.i yelped as leroy slapped my tits real hard both men laughed. i owe mick some money for the drugs you been having baby said leroy but i skint babe, but kind ol mick here says  you can work it off and if you real good he take care of that little habit of yours so i agree he can have you for a week ok now be good for ol mick if he gots to call me round ill kill your ass girl ok.leroy left i felt sick stood in front of this black man all fat and ugly in just black stocking and suspenders ,well well girly i know i got to taste you since that day i seen you at leroys place, leroys to stupid to keep you all to himself now kneel bitch i gots someone for you to meet .i knelt in front of mick trembling as he removed his shorts to reveal  the biggest thing i ever saw it was so big and as thick as my hand oh my god i cant i thought not that ,you gonna love mr black hey girl he said as he pushed it towards my mouth .i opened but all i could get it was the head of his massive black cock but i licked it he seemed to like it ,lay down for me girl he said , i rolled onto my back for him feeling really scared of him as he got between my legs, dont worry baby mick wont hurt you youll love this he said as he placed it at my hole and rubbed it all round my entrance i could feel my juices start to flow ,good girl see said mick you like it all ready and you gonna need plenty juice baby .

i felt micks massive black cock start to slide in me slowly oh my god i thought as that massive head opened me wider that i thought possible inch by inch he crept into me till i thought i was gonna burst , there you see you got it all baby said mick now isnt that nice being full black cock oh god i said its so nice i love black cock, dont worry baby i make sure this week you get that pretty little white pussy used by lots of black cocks you like that girl said mick oh yes i said as i started to cum on that massive cock, easy girl said mick but it was too late as i flung my arms around his neck i came and mick hadnt moved it was being so full and opened by that black cock that made me cum. Mick slowly pulled out halfway before plunging into me again put your legs up girl he said i bent my knees placing my stocking covered feet on the floor as he ploughed into me higher babe he said as i felt him grab me behind my knees and spread my legs wide up over his shoulders this left me open for his onslaught as he continued to fuck me hard oh god it hurt but good as i felt my pussy being torn and then bang as i came screaming fuck me fuck me shove that black cock in me , mick smiled and got off me and sat on the sofa come here girl he said stroking his cock i went to suck him but he grabbed me by the bum and made me climb ontop of him ,slowly i lowered myself onto him until i sat on him full of all his black cock stay there baby dont move said mick as he picked up his phone and dialled .

hiya winston hows tricks my man he said down the phoneline guess what i got here man leroys white bitch ,ye man and she lovin my black cock aint you bitch tell him how much you love it he said pushing the phone to my ear ,i love it i said i love his black cock ,tell him why you love it said mick, because it so big and thick ,tell him what you doing right now ,sitting on it im so full i said , mick took the phone laughing now move that ass bitch up and down he said i started to move up and down on micks cock nice and slow slowly building up speed as i felt myself nearing another orgasm as mick talked on the phone ,yes shes so hot man loves it ,ye ok man get the boys ,ok  ,ye one week ok ,about ten minutes see you with that he dropped the phone and grabbed hold of my waist to hold me as we both came . i grabbed hold of him as i stopped ,my pussy tingled, god girl you sweet he said i climbed of him hearing a plop as he slid out of me i sat next to himas he got me my fix ready you want this he said oh please yes so bad i said ok clean me my black cock it's all spunky come and suck me clean so i knelt in front of him opened my mouth and sucked it clean good girl said mick who then proceded to inject me full of the heroin i needed . i landed on the floor eyes closed when mick stood up i just lay there  i could'nt move as it flowed around my body, mick grabbed my arms and lifted me up carrying me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed .the next thing i was awoken by voices and then the door opened in walked mick with  three black men hiya babe you awake now said mick  time for you to earn me my money bitch and if your good ill let you love my black cock later with that he left . i looked up to see the blacks stripping they were smiling saying how they were gonna show this white bitch .Then i felt the bed sink as they got on and a hand went to my pussy and tits and a black cock was put in my mouth god mick was right said one look how she sucks that . i felt a black climb onto me and slip in real easy and start pumping his cock into me hey steady man we gots to get our moneys worth said the other ,ye right he said and climbed off me and lay on his back come here babe he said i released the cock in my mouth and climbed ontop and put his cock in me, the other guy came in front of me lifted my head ,i opened and took his cock in my mouth the other went round the back of me and i felt him push into my pussy i came as i felt pain in me as two cocks tore into me we stayed coupled like that for a minute or two, two cocks inside my stretched pussy,he then withdrew and i felt him pushing his cock into my bum as the cock in my pussy started to push faster into me i dropped the cock out of my mouth and dipped my head as i shuddered all over and started to moan as he sunk deeper into my bumhole ,both cocks filling me like never before i came again screaming throwing my head back only to recieve a black cock at my lips ,i opened and hungrily took the cock in my mouth as i felt the cock in my bum spew cum into me mmmm mmmm was all i could say as i then felt black cum spurting down my throat i gagged as i swallowed .The two blacks layed on the bed beside me as i was rolled onto my back they both took a leg and pulled them up into the air, come on boy fuck this white pussy snarled one of the men and the other climbed onto me inserting his cock deep into me . It did'nt take long for him to bury his seed inside me . i lay all alone listening to the men downstairs laughing with mick they were all drinking i wondered what they were saying about me .an hour or two passed when i heared the door open it was mick ,you been a good girl earned mick plenty of cash so heres your reward babe said mick pushing more heroin into my body ,i drifted feeling happy as mick stripped off  then i felt him enter my sore and bruised pussy but i was to far gone to care .the following week i took more heroin and black cocks than i care to remember my body felt week my ass and pussy was so sore i could'nt touch them.mick came to my room as i lay there legs wide open my pussy leaked cum ,hiya  baby looks whos come to see you girl tell leroy how good you been ,i looked up and through my foggy eyes i saw leroy smiling at me ,wow bitch seems like you got to enjoy your week then said leroy i smiled and said mmmm, leroy then asked if i wanted to come home with him, no i said i like it here with mick he gives me what i need mick laughed bitch said leroy as he stormed out of the room mick walked over to me and put his hand on my pussy ,white girl loves that pretty pussy fucking by lots of black cocks does'nt she he said inserting two fingers into my sloppy spunk filled pussy mmmm i said i love it so much mick ,good girl thats my good girl he said as he put those fingers in my mouth ill get you your fix girl ok mmm please please i need it so bad i said yes youll need it tonight baby we's having a party ok ,oh god i murmered as the liquid flowed through my veins i opened my eyes as i felt the bed move with the weight of all those blacks so many black bodies mmmm so much black cock                              

                                          and thats how i became a black cock whore

Mountains of Rubber,Ch.8,Knotty

jessicablank on Mind Control Stories

Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 8, Knotty
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica.  Saturday night, out for dinner and dancing, one of Mistress' friends took a liking to the little she-male slave, and tried to steal him away for the evening.  Dominica turned the tables on her, and demanded the laces from her leather outfit as tribute.

Chapter 8, Knotty:

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The feel of the cords brushing against her face brought Daniella upward from trance, just a little bit.  With her right hand still

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holding the laces in front of Daniella's face, Mistress reached over to the table with her left hand.  The slave could only tell, from her kneeling position, that MzDominica was picking up something -- but she couldn't tell what.  The looped cords continued to fascinate her, as memories from last night surfaced.  Images of Annie dancing, sinuously.  Remembering her desire to untie those laces, and run her fingers over the smooth, shiny skin revealed by the gaps in the leather.  Her aching clit began to throb... throb... throb... as if it were dancing, too.

"Here we are!"  Mistress shifted position, facing Daniella again, and spread her legs wide.  Only now did the slave realize that Dominica had completely removed her skirt, and Daniella's gaze suddenly became riveted on Mistress' glistening pussy.  Her jaw dropped slackly open, and she began to pant.  Dominica's left hand dangled down, and a little behind her -- concealing whatever she might be holding in her hand. 

"That's right... focus on my pussy.  So beautiful, and smooth.  So wet.  So very, very wet.  Because I am such a horny girl!  Look, how my juices dribble down onto the rubber sheet below me.  The soft, shiny, black rubber sheet."  She trailed the loops over Daniella's forehead, and the slave's eyes drooped closed for a moment, then re-opened.  "Watching my pussy dribble makes your own pussy drip.  Doesn't it, slave?"  Daniella's head nodded, though she wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to.  She just felt like the region between her thighs had turned entirely to liquid.  "Yes, such a wet, drippy pussy you have.  Look at my clit.  How it peeks out from under the hood.  Pulsing... pulsing...  So hard, now.  Your clit is pulsing, just like mine.  Such a hard, little button, aching to be stroked and touched."  A moan escaped from Daniella's throat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak.  "And every pulse of your clit... you feel in your nipples."  Daniella's mouth opened wide, and her panting became labored gasping for air.  "Pulse... pulse... pulse...  Your nipples need to be touched.  Pulse... Need to be stroked.  Pulse...  Need to be pinched...  Pinch them!"

Daniella's hands leaped up from the floor, and began to squeeze her nipples.

"Harder... and harder... and harder..." Mistress commanded.  "Dig your fingernails into your nipples!  Tug on them!"

The slave's finger and thumb nails began to press into her nipples, as she stretched and pulled them.  Each pinch felt so good -- the more it hurt, the harder Daniella pinched.  Her hands twisted and shifted, thumbs below, thumbs on top.  Squeezing, pulling.  Pinching -- almost brutally, because it felt so good.  Her hips were pumping against the air -- but Dominica could hear the thump... thump... thump... as the slave's ass pumped downward, knocking the flared end of the butt plug against the floor.

"Look what I have for you, slave."  Mistress' left hand rose up from behind her, and dangled a black rubber glove in front of Daniella's face.

The slave stared at the shiny glove, while she continued to pinch her nipples, and pump her ass against the floor.  Her voice repeated a mindless "uh... uh... uh..." sound as she pinched and pumped -- lost, consumed by her need for sensation, her need to cum.

"Stop!" Mistress commanded.

Daniella held completely still.  Fingernails tightly pressed into her stretched nipples.  Mistress' shiny, black rubber glove, her entire world.

"Watch, now, slave," Dominica continued.  "Watch as I trail my magic rubber glove over my hands... and up my arms...  Watch how the rubber sticks to my skin...  And spreads...  Covering all my skin..."  Daniella could see little streaks of black rubber on Mistress' forearms.  They began as short, and narrow.  Then they became longer, stretching past her elbows, up to her shoulders.  Widening, stretching... wrapping around Mistress' arms, covering them with black, shiny rubber. 

"Watch as I trail the black rubber glove down my chest... over my breasts..."  Dominica made a figure-eight with the glove, and Daniella saw the rubber swirl over Mistress' breasts, encasing them in tight, black rubber.  "Down my tummy...  You so love watching the black, shiny rubber spread over my breasts... and tummy...  Down to my pussy..."  The rubber began to spread over Dominica's hips, back around her buttocks, forward over her dripping cunt -- sealing it off from Daniella's view.  "Down my thighs.  Covering my thighs.  Covering my ass.  You can even imagine it oozing down inside my boots, covering every inch of my legs... my feet... my toes..."  The mental image of Dominica's toes made Daniella catch her breath.  The mental image of her toes covered in rubber made Daniella's voice begin to moan -- a long, lost-dog whine -- while her eyes stared into nowhere, seeing only what was in her mind.

"Watch, now, my little girl," Dominica commanded.  She shifted her hips forward, giving Daniella a close view of her rubber-encased pussy.  And then she reached down, and held the tip of the long, red nail of her index finger, just at the base of her cleft.  "Watch the rubber split open," she said, "as I run the tip of my fingernail up my snatch."  She trailed her hand up... up... up... all the way to her clit.  And Daniella saw the rubber split open, as if it had been cut -- revealing the pink inside of Dominica's wet pussy, surrounded by tight, shiny, black rubber.

MzDominica held her hands forward, and began pulling on the laces again... separating them.  "One of my favorite books of all time," she said, "one that I have never regretted purchasing -- or reading..."  She trailed the laces out at full length, draping them over her thighs.  "Was a book on sailors' knots."  Her throaty chuckle almost distracted the slave from her frozen position, kneeling, with her nails digging into her stretched nipples. 

Dominica picked up two of the laces, and held them end to end.  "There are all kinds of knots... for different purposes..."  She twisted the end of one lace over the end of another, around, and back again.  Then pulled.  "For tying two strings into a longer one, there's the square knot."  She tugged, and the laces fell apart.  "If you do it wrong, they won't stay -- that's called a granny knot."  She twisted the ends of the laces over each other once again, and pulled.  The laces held.  "But the square knot stays tight."  She pulled the ends of one cord.  "Until you WANT to separate them."  The cord seemed to twist of its own will, as Mistress pulled, into a loop.  "And then, you can just slide them apart!"  Dominica demonstrated, sliding one cord off the other, as if they had never been tied at all.

Then Mistress set one cord down, and began tying a series of little knots in the other, about an inch apart.  She worked on the string directly in front of her dripping pussy -- and Daniella was torn between watching Mistress' fingers, twisting and looping the cord, and gazing at the puffy, pink flesh, surrounded by black rubber.

"Another knot..." Dominica said, as she finished, "is the slip knot.  Just pull..."  She tugged the ends of the cord and the knots seemed to vanish... one after the other... like a magic trick, leaving a long, straight string -- inches away from her wet cunt.  "But the overhand knot..." she twisted the cord, looping it through itself, "stays..."  Knot after knot, about an inch apart, Dominica tied a series of little bumps in the cord, then held the string up in front of her slave... so she could get a good look.  Daniella did not know what to say... what to do.  She stared at the cord, thinking of knots, thinking of red leather.  Then her focus shifted behind the cord, to Dominica's pussy.  She began to drool.

"Good, slave," Mistress said, watching her slave begin to sink into helpless lust.  She set the knotted cord aside on her left thigh, then picked up one of the other laces.  One with no knots whatsoever.  "Deeper... and deeper... Watch my pussy.  Watch what I do with the laces, now.  MY laces.  Dominica's laces.  Watch, slave!" 

Dominica pulled one end of the string far off to her right side, holding the other end between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand.  Then she dropped the right end, and moved her right hand close to her pussy, grabbing the string, and pushing it against her inner labia, and holding it there.  Then she slowly pulled her left hand up and to the left, pulling the string, drawing it through the fingers of her right hand, as it slid against her pussy lips.  Getting soaked with her juices.  She angled her left hand higher, and let the cord slide against her clit, as it ran through her fingers.  Daniella's mind focused down to only her Mistress' cunt, and the cord sliding through it, as she squeezed her nipples harder -- still unable to move.  Dominica moaned, clearly enjoying the sensation, growing wetter even as the cord absorbed more and more of her secretions.  A tiny puddle of wetness began to form on the rubber sheet, just under Mistress' cunt.  Slowly... slowly... she pulled and pulled the cord, getting it nice and wet, until -- suddenly -- the other end slipped through her fingers.

Mistress reached up with her right hand, took the loose end, then brought her left hand down, stretching the cord sideways.  Holding it up in front of Daniella's barely-focused eyes.

"You see, my slave?" she said.  "Mine.  This is mine.  And YOU are mine."  She draped the wet cord over her right leg, picked up another of the long, smooth laces, and stretched it sideways -- dry -- in front of Daniella's panting face.  "Now, watch again."  She draped the right end of the cord out, let it drop, and brought her hands to her labia again.  "This time, feel your tongue slowly gliding up my pussy, as you watch the string slide... and glide..."  She drew the cord slowly, pressing it against her cunt, soaking it.  "Gliding up... up... up... to my clit..."  She continued to pull.  "Up... up... the cleft of my pussy...  Awww, you never seem to GET to my clit, do you?  Your tongue craves to touch my clit.  Aches for it.  Feel my juices flowing onto your tongue, as you lick up... up... up..."  She reached the end of the string, grabbed it with her right hand, and held it up, stretched sideways, glistening, in front of Daniella.  Just under her nose.  "Smell me," she said.  And Daniella inhaled deeply, engulfed in the musky vanilla scent of Mistress' cunt.

Another lace.  And another.  Mistress continued to dribble onto the cords, onto the rubber sheet.  Daniella's fingers were numb, still firmly pressed into her nipples, nails digging in.  She was like a statue -- if statues could pant -- completely frozen in place.  Too deeply fascinated, too deeply tranced, to move.

At last, MzDominica had only one cord left -- the one with all the little bumps in it, spaced an inch apart.  She was panting, too, with a huge smile on her lust-reddened face, enjoying her power over her slave every bit as much as the sensations between her legs.  She paused a moment, dangling the cord by her left hand.  Holding it in front of Daniella's eyes, that now saw only the cord and her Mistress' cunt -- but seemed to be looking somewhere in between.  She wiggled the cord, and Daniella emitted a wordless grunt, panting even harder.  Teased by the delay.  Teased by the certainty in her otherwise empty mind, of what was about to happen.

Dominica let the bottom end of the cord drop to the chair between her legs, where it lay curled into a small tangle.  Then she moved her hands to her pussy, and began to draw the cord up with her left hand, her right hand gently against her clit.  "Watch the cord, babi," she said.  "Watch every little bump of the knots against my clit."  She pulled the cord.  Bump... bump... bump...  "So many little bumps," she said.  "Mmmm, they're so good."  She continued pulling.  Bump... bump... bump...  Daniella made a little squeal in her throat, every time she saw a knot bump Mistress' clit.  Bump... bump... bump...  Soon, MzDominica reached the end of the string.  She paused.  Dangled the string in front of Daniella's eyes again.  It was now soaking wet with Mistress' juices.

She let the cord drop onto the chair again, while she continued to hold the end with her left hand.  And again, Mistress pressed the string gently against her clit, and pulled.  Bump... bump... bump...  A little faster, this time.  "You like that, don't you, slave?"

Daniella nodded, mouth open, making a breathy "Ah-hah" sound.  Never taking her eyes off Mistress' pussy, the wet, knotted cord.  Bump... bump... bump...  "You like watching your Mistress get off, don't you?"  Daniella nodded again, panting.  "Watch now, as I pull the string faster..."  Bump... bump... bump...  "And faster..."  Bump, bump, bump.  She draped the string down on the chair again, starting over.  "And faster..."  Ba-ba-bump-bump-bump-bump-bump.  Daniella's panting was so mixed with her moans, now, she sounded like she was just saying "Hah... hah... hah..." over and over and over.  Ba-ba-ba-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-bump-bump.  Down on the chair.  Again. 

"When I cum, babi, I want you to let go of your nipples.  Not until I cum.  When I tell you."  Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump.  "And then put your hands right down on the floor.  Do you understand?"

Daniella nodded.  "Hah... hah... hah... hah..."  Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump.  Frozen, she squeezed her nipples even tighter in her numb fingers.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump!  Barrrrump!  Barrrrump!  Barrrump!  Dominica was pulling, dropping, pulling the string.  Faster and faster, over and over.  "Almost there, babi," she panted.  Brrrrrrump!  Brrrrrrump!  "Almost... Almost... Now!  I'm cumming!  Now, slave, let go!  Oh... oh... aahhhgggg!  Mmmm!"  Brrrrrup!  Brrrrrup!  Brrrrrrup!  Over and over again, MzDominica came and came and came, zipping the knotted cord over her cunt and clit, time and time and time again.

And Daniella, having let go of her aching nipples, was on the floor.  The pain/pleasure in her nipples, suddenly released, the pressure in her own long-denied sex, overwhelmed her.  Her arms hung at her sides, useless and numb, while she curled up into a little ball, knees on the floor, face against her thighs, rocking from side to side.  With every moan of ecstasy from her Mistress, Daniella squealed in enslaved delight -- all thoughts of her own release subsumed under those of Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

Soon, Daniella grew aware that the room was quiet.  That her Mistress was gently stroking her shoulder with what felt like her foot.  Mmmm, it felt so good.  So relaxing.  She wanted to just lie there on the floor forever, curled up in a little ball at Mistress' feet.  Drifting... drifting...

"Danielllllaaaaa," MzDominica called.

The slave tried to remember how to do... anything.  She felt so quiet... so empty...

"Daniella, you must answer Mistress," Dominica chided.

It was so hard, even to whisper.  The slave managed to croak out, "Yes, Mistress."

"That's my girl," Dominica said.  "CUM!"

Daniella's sex began to pump, waves spreading from inside her tummy all over her torso...

"STOP!" Mistress commanded.

The waves ceased immediately.  Daniella almost let herself whimper, then felt she should stifle it.  Then realized Mistress might enjoy knowing how deeply her slave had been affected.  Her mind gave up trying to second guess anything, and just turned off, letting her react.  She whimpered, softly.

"Good girl," Dominica soothed, rubbing her foot against Daniella's shoulder again.  "Now, I want you to get up on your knees."

The slave forced herself to move as quickly as she could -- though all she wanted to do was lie on the floor in a lump.  She suddenly realized she felt stiff and sore, in every muscle.  On her knees, she found herself waking up enough that she craved to look upward into the eyes of her Mistress.  To look and see whether she was still covered in shiny black rubber, or had changed again.  But the slave looked down, remembering her place, seeing only Dominica's boots, and awaited further instructions.

"Crawl off to the bathroom, pretty girl, and take a nice, long pee.  Let everything go.  Then I want you to put your rubber panties on again.  Do you understand, slave?"

Daniella figured she must look dazed and confused.  She probably was -- and was too deep to realize it.  She answered simply, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," Dominica replied.  Daniella quivered with delight at Mistress' words of approval.  She felt her ass wiggling of its own accord.  Like a dog wagging her tail.  Or a slave who ached to be fucked, or spanked -- and wasn't even sure which.  "Now get going.  And when you're ready, crawl to your room, remain kneeling, and wait for me."

"Yes, Mistress."  Daniella crawled down the hallway.  She was unaware of it, but she had changed, inside.  She was no longer anticipating what might happen next.  She was simply obeying.  Living in the now.  Not realizing that Mistress had not teased her with promises of what was to happen next, when she presented herself, kneeling, again wearing the remote-control panties.  She thought again about being called "good girl" -- and her ass wiggled, as she crawled down the hall.

Yes, Daniella was nice and brainwashed, unquestioning, and obedient.  Eager to please her Mistress.  Which was exactly where she needed to be... for what MzDominica had planned as the "capper" for the weekend.

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Cursed - Part 1

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Cursed

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                Emma turned and ran, her heavy breathing sounding above the silence that grasped the alley. She dared a sharp look behind her, saw nothing, and continued her relentless sprint down the road. Her long brown hair billowed out either side of her head, contrasting with her milky pale skin. The look of sheer fright only added to the image of the vulvnerable virgin, running from something in sheer terror. The long dress clung tightly from her body, sticking to her breasts with the wetness of rain. Her curved figure was truly magnificent, with

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her delicate nipples jutting out from the breasts, and her perfect arse from behind.

                Emma turned at the next corner, only to find her worst nightmares become reality. A man stood there, and had plainly seen her.

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“Stop!” The man roared, stepping closer. His long hair was styled well, matching his equally stylish suit. He walked quite slowly, confident even for upper-class, as he approached the now still Emma. Strangely she had stopped, instantly, and he seemed glued to the spot. As the mad approched, he ran his eyes over her figure, spending a moment taking in her unquestionably attractive body. Her eyes grew wide with fear, and he cheecks began to blush wildly.

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“Whatever happens, you shalt not move, my whore.”

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He extended a hand, and ran his fingers through her hair. She faintly shuddered, but there she remained, rooted to the spot. The man’s hand contined down the body, reaching the hips and then stopping. He grinned, his good looks noticeable in the dying evening light,

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“Open your mouth,” he uttered, staring deeply at her dark red lips. They glistened slightly, and as she opened her mouth, he urged his finger into her mouth. “And now suck, as if it were my cock”

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He stood content, as the virtually motionless girl, of no more than 17 sucked his fingers, working vicously with her tongue, her smooth mouth providing mist lining for his finger.

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“And now stop! It seems what my thoughts told me were only too true. You are indeed cursed, to eternally be the slave of others. I heard you were blessed the gift of complete obedience. That may have all been good and well when your gormless mother needed you to stop crying when you were in nappies, but now you have, shall we say, ‘blossomed’, it has turned into a curse. A girl like you could only wait so long until some sick bastard like myself would waltz in and steal you for my sexual gain. To prove my point, lets try a little game…”  He kept looking at her, noticing how her yes were wide with fear. Ever since she somehow became ‘blessed’, he was compelled to follow any order given to her, no matter how those orders may be. She realised now that perhaops he was right, and eventually some pervert would take control of her. But he would let her go sometime, and then she could go to the law. But she was shaking now, the reality of this pervert raping her, perhaps numerous times, making her white with terror. Her rosy cheeks darkened once more, making her look the ultimate in the way of innocence.

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“Turn around,” the man ordered, and she instantly turned, allowing no time to even think. “And touch your toes,” he continued. Relunctantly she bent down, realising full well that the wet skirt from the earlier rain clung to her arse like an old man to life. The shame was so much, she would have threw up there and then had it not been to her body falling the victim of the orders.  The man reached forward, and grabbing the hem of the dress, he pulled it up, over her now exposed arse. He ran his fingers up the back of her leg, and suddenly slapped the skin with some force. He spanked her thrice more, leaving dark red stains for a few seconds on her milky skin. Now only her white panties were denying him seeing her virgin pussy. Sex would well rip her open, being not only a virgin, but not wet in the slightest due to fear.

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“Now, straighten up again, and follow me.” He proceeded to walk down the alleyway, followed obediently by the completely helpless Emma. He walked into a building, and let the brunette follow behind. She was quite horrified as she continued, although her pace never faltered as her body set itself on following; that was the order given and she was helpless against it. But the building was large, with dark sullen rooms. Down the corridoor they entered the biggest room of all, and found the walla ordained with shelving with some sickly looking instruments. Great phallic objects lined the shelves, and a strange wooden stool lay in the centre of the room, next to what looked like a stone altar. The stranger paced ahead, walked to a shelf, and taking a small dagger turned back towards Emma. Her heart missing a beat due to absolute unfiltered terror, she was mortified as she stood there helpless as he approached.

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I’ll continue, but if anybody thinks it is worth it! (nuttynicnak@hotmail.com)