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Next afternoon, Zarah and I walked up the sidewalk of a
duplex on the north side of town. She confessed to being awfully
turned on by her bout with Bill the day before.
"James, I'm randy as can be!" she giggled, again
using a
slightly antiquated speech that made me think that English was
not her primary language. "I just want to indulge myself with
that hunk this afternoon... I'm sure you and Teresa can find
things to do, mm?" She grabbed my hand, and rested it right on
her ass as she glided up the walk to the small row house ahead.
"I'm sure she'll find you attractive... especially since
you don't smell as bad today!" Another giggle, and I blushed (and
seethed a little inwardly).
After our "guest" Bill had left us, I had fucked
myself
quickly into a stupor between Zarah's thin but strong thighs. On
recovering, I had been headed for my bathroom, when she had
innocently asked my purpose.
"Gotta take a dump, Babe!" I said, nonchalantly,
and
stupidly! First, she hates cavalier macho terms like "babe!"
Second, she remembered that I had teased her with Bill earlier
that day, and now was an opportunity for instant revenge!
"Did you say 'dump,' my dear?" she asked innocently.
I was
turning to make another wise crack, when I felt her approach me.
Her finger reached around to tap my forehead, and my legs stopped
moving, as if a power switch had been cut.
"What are you doing, Zarah?" I complained (still
in Stupid
Mode). I was awake, but rooted to the floor! I realized then
that I had been implanted with more than one unbreakable
suggestion, just as I had done to Bill a few minutes before. THEN
I remembered the video I had seen of myself "chained" invisibly
in my bathtub.
The pressure in my bowels had perversely built up to a
sharp pang all of a sudden, and I had to go! But Zarah was
walking around behind me (I had reached the kitchen before being
zapped) and patting my bare ass fondly. I groaned as she rubbed
my groin, pressing it and making the urgency grow unbearable.
"Ooopsy-doopsie, here comes your poopsie!" she chanted,
and
like an overstrained spring, I felt my anal sphincter begin to
give way. She pressed me again, HARD, and... you guessed it... I
was emptying my bowels onto my linoleum. I grunted like a pig as
the relief swept over me.
I confess now that I wasn't too embarrassed. I must have
been "persuaded" on other unremembered occasions as a part
of
Zarah's reinforcement, and indeed, she stated as much to me, as I
mopped and scrubbed the mess away.
"Do let's remember the natural pecking order here, lover!"
was her comment, "and be glad I don't have you rinse off your
nice clean floor with a deposit from the National Bladder
Reserve!" She chuckled again as I hurried away to piss (and to
clean my lower half up) before she changed her mind.
My success with Bill lingered in my ego, even after that
small humiliation, and carried me through my entrance into Bill's
house next day. He and his wife were both there. Zarah had told
me that she had been "helping" Teresa deal with a feeling
that
her breasts were too small. I remembered Bill's fondness for big
floppy ones, confessed to me the day before.
"We work with mental images, of course," Zarah confided.
"You'll see, and I know you'll join right in with the spirit of
the thing, won't you James?"
I assented (I was going to say no, right?), and just before
the door opened, Zarah gave my cojones a gentle shake of
encouragement.
Teresa was a fairly skinny brunette, possessing an ordinary
figure with wide, bony hips. Her skin was a gorgeous smooth pale
cream tone, unblemished except for several freckles on her cheeks
and forehead. I judged her unexciting, probably because (horror
of horrors!) she was obviously uninterested in me! She seemed
quite stand-offish.
Their living room was low-budget conventional, even
sporting an old "Lava-Lite" over on an end-table! A small
sofa
and recliner, plus a couple of chairs and the usual
"entertainment module" made up the balance of the decor. No
books, no magazines save a Newsweek and a TV Guide.
After greeting us, Bill fetched beverages and Teresa
plunked herself down on the sofa. She chatted exclusively to
Zarah, while Bill rather apologetically did the male-bonding bit
with me about ball scores and the like. He seemed completely
unaware of his activities on the day before, and treated me as a
stranger that Zarah had dragged along. We were listening to
Zarah give some rather bland statistics about her "counselling
work," when she shot me a sideways glance, and stood up.
"Bill and Teresa have been very helpful to me in my
research, James," Zarah remarked. She leaned over to the
Lava-Lite and switched it on. It glowed and started doing it's
thing. Big deal...
Except it was a big deal to the young couple, whose chatter
had stopped, and who watched the lamp VERY intently.
"I use different reinforcement as is suitable and fun,"
Zarah said to me, now ignoring Bill and Teresa, who had sat back
into their cushions, staring blankly at their lamp! "Of course,
I've already done a few sessions with them both."
Turning back to the pair, Zarah now commenced her verbal
induction.
"What's happening to you, Bill?" she demanded softly,
and
Bill seemed to try for a minute to turn towards her. His eyes
were already blinking slowly.
"I am...watching the light...watching the light..."
he
intoned, as if he were chanting. "I can't look away...I must
watch it...closely..."
"Watch it, Bill...right into it...and Teresa, tell me
how
you feel, dear."
"I can't move...my body is still...I am feeling so
very...very..." she trailed off, and I saw her right arm jerk a
little on her lap. Zarah told her to continue, and she did so,
reciting her rote lessons obediently. I moved right up next to
her so I could watch her face and body closely.
"I see nothing but our light," she breathed. I saw
her
facial muscles loosen, and her features become smooth as she went
on. "Nothing exists except for the light...the wonderful
light...I must watch and listen carefully...listen..."
"What will you listen for, Bill? And you may close your
eyes now."
"I will hear your voice, and obey your commands,"
Bill
replied now, in a deep monotone.
His wife's arm jerked again, and commenced to rise off her
lap, followed by the other. The hands lifted up towards her
face, and her fingertips began to circle and stroke herself round
her temples.
"What do you feel, Tessie?" The answer was instant.
"I feel my Mistress stroking me, making me go deeper
and
deeper."
"Yes, of course you are. Now as you drift away, you will
find you may speak honestly and frankly without any shame before
I make you go deeper. Tell us about your negative image of
yourself."
"I've been embarrassed about my figure," began the
girl.
"I wore padded bras, but... but why should I have to, anyway?"
she pleaded. Her face transparently showed frustration, and a
tear lurked in the corner of one eye, even as she continued her
self-massage.
"All right, Tessie very good. I will now allow you to
slow-w-wly spin right into your light... and deepen now," droned
Zarah, and Teresa's face quickly cleared and her eyes shut. Zarah
lowered the girl's hands to the couch.
"I shall now open your blouse, my dear Tessie, feel its
silky smo-o-o- othness slip and slide off the lovely sleek
muscles of your elegant long neck, over the shoulders, over the
shoulders and down the arms... smooth, smooth silk on your lovely
bare, warm skin... those soft, strong shoulders and arms..."
Teresa allowed the removal of her clothing with a faint
smile, and sat up a little straighter with pride at her mistress'
praise. Her bra was quickly unsnapped and discarded, and I saw
that Teresa's breasts were indeed narrow and elongated, with a
tendency to be a little floppy. Their pale skin tone set off a
lovely pair of pale pink tips. They rose and fell in deep
untroubled breaths.
Lordy, I was hard! I wanted to lick her parted lips, and
stroke that unresisting flesh...I wanted to command her, as Zarah
did so very effortlessly.
"Tessie, we know that beauty starts with fitness and
pride,
and self- love. You have been working hard on your pectoral
muscles over the last three weeks, doing your exercises
happily... show us how you work."
Teresa began a typical isometric routine of pressing and
pulling hand and arm movements. Indeed, the soft mounds lifted
and fell, lifted and fell, bouncing with smooth elasticity as
Teresa exercised. Zarah and I watched her silently for a while,
and when she spoke again, her voice had grown huskier.
"That's wonderful, you can be very proud, girl... you
may
feel proud of your development... now that pride," she went on,
seeing the woman smile happily, "that is good for your mind and
body. Now in a moment, I will turn you over to James. You will
allow him to guide you for a while, obey him instantly just as
you do me, yes?" The girl nodded.
"Oh, Williammm..."
"Yes..."
"Are you deep for me, dear?"
"I am very deep now..."
"Open your zipper."
His fingers fumbled at his trousers, like mine must have on
that first night, like mine were now! Zarah brought two low
stools closer, and lifted his feet up to rest on them. She moved
the stools about three feet apart, opening his legs. She then
touched the subject's forehead, and said, more commandingly,
"James, pull off his pants and his underwear. That's fine, toss
them over there, yes. Now Billy..." she crooned.
"Yes, Mistress."
"We can look at you, we're watching you respond to my
commands... you're so lovely, my darling... we can see
everything... we can see that lovely package hanging so sweetly
down between your thighs... hanging and dangling down, dangling
so-o-o heavily and thickly... it's tingly, now, with a tingly,
prickly heat, it tickles your knees, your thick muscles on your
legs, it tingles so-o-o pleasurably, doesn't it dear?"
As I watched, each slow regular beat of Bill's pulse seemed
to surge right up into his cock, and it stirred along his
muscular thigh, stirred, and lifted rhythmically, pulsingly, more
and more upright.
"Surging up into the air now, straight up...Billy, your
penis will now become fully erect for all of us to see. Erect
now!"
The cock straightened out. It gave a jerk, frozen stiffly
for an instant, and I saw its knob swell as the man gave a little
gasp. I really had an impulse to touch its hardening length...
but my hands were already occupied.
Teresa had continued her self-deepening, apparently
oblivious to her husband's condition, and I reached out to her. I
touched her circling fingers, and they stopped. I pulled her
arms out in front of her, and they remained stuck in mid-air,
wherever I placed them. I lifted her arms above her head, and
looked to Zarah.
Zarah had reached under Bill's shirt and was caressing his
chest. She nodded at me.
"Yes, Tessie's in a somnambulistic state... just like
you're
sleepwalking, aren't you, Teresa?"
Almost inaudibly came a low groan from the woman. I
immediately began caressing her face and neck, as if she were a
living, breathing mannequin. When I pulled on her hands, after a
moment she rose unsteadily from her couch and stood before me. In
the background of my attention was Zarah's voice, as she took her
pleasure with Bill.
"I just love to watch your erection, Billy... I'm so-o-o
attracted to the sight of your pulsing, twitching cock... your
long root growing and swelling... you're getting stiffer and
stiffer, Billy, stiffer and stiffer... remember, dear, you may
not come yet, just tingle a while why I watch you."
I saw his root sway and twitch, stiffen and loosen. So did
Zarah, who was now undressing herself hastily.
I was standing before Teresa, my own member throbbing
madly. My fingers were fumbling at her skirt, pulling it down
and off, and then her pantyhose. Her shoes were still on. I
pulled everything down to the floor, and lifted one foot at a
time out of the little heap. I could smell her pungent sweat. As
I led her into the bedroom, I looked back.
Bill now sported a flaming red condom on his thick six or
seven inches. He was sitting upright, with Zarah in his lap. His
head still lay back along the couch, but his hands were under her
ass, and his bulging arms moved her body effortlessly, up and
down, impaling her slowly and relentlessly like a weightlifter
doing arm curls. Zarah called out in rather a breathless voice:
"Tessie! Do what James tells you now! You are
sleepwalking, but responsive! --Ohh, that feels good and hard
-- James, bring her back soon for -- ooooh! --- for her lesson!"
I looked again at MY subject (courtesy of the REAL
mistress, of course!) and almost creamed myself right then and
there! Stark naked, soft, relaxed, ready to obey ME! What to do?
What to try?
I tested her. "Teresa...can you hear me?"
"...Yes..."
"Teresa... I want your lovely eyes open for a moment."
They
opened, and she looked straight ahead.
"Wonderful. You are my subject, and I will now begin
to
control you. I will soon turn a very powerful magnetism on you.
It will be irresistible... my voice, my hands, my burning
stare... You will love the feelings inside you as my power washes
over you, Teresa. Prepare to respond to my power."
I made a theatrical beckoning gesture, and she turned
towards me. I motioned towards her hands, and they floated up in
front of her. Silently, I continued gesturing, and soon her arms
hung above her head, showing occasional tremors. Her gaze was
riveted on me, and she was breathing hard.
I swayed from side to side, and she echoed the movement. I
closed the gap between us, and very slowly widened my eyelids.
Again she copied the gesture.
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I now reached out and grasped her firmly by the waist. I
made her continue her swaying movements, and circled around
behind her. My hands stroked up her side, through her tufts of
underarm fuzz, up to her quivering fingertips, and back down. My
burning dick brushed across her spine, and I jerked it against
her body.
I left her standing there, and returned to watch her. I
pointed down at my cock, and her eyes stared down at it. I held
it, and circled it around, she watching like her life depended on
it. This was all too much for me. I lay back on her bed, and
masturbated. It took only a few strokes until the juice boiled
out and over my hand.
I stood up after I had calmed down. I held my slimy
fingers in front of her mouth, and brushed her lips.
"Sweet, very sweet," I said, and her tongue emerged
to
taste. She licked my hand clean.
I lowered her arms to her sides, and she sighed.
"Walk to your bathroom."
"Yes, James," she said, and she went in.
"Sit down. Good. You will wash every inch of your body
now, til it's squeaky clean. Dry yourself well, then return to
your living room. Quickly now!"
I returned to see Zarah by the little stereo set in the
living room. Bill sat upright on the sofa, eyes open and looking
at us, nude, hands placed flat on his thick thighs. There was no
condom to be seen. Zarah smiled languidly at me.
"You masturbated, didn't you?" I nodded. "Well,
so did I,
with some help. Well, good, the rest of the day is for our
clients... and here comes our lovely starlet... Teresa, can you
hear me?"
The girl ignored her, merely walked over to me and waited.
"Oh-h-h-h, you really made an impression, James! Give
her
back now!" I gave the instructions, and Zarah roused her to a
semblance of wakefulness also. Neither could have been truly up,
because there was no reaction to our nakedness!
"Now dears, I will play your special secret tape for
you,
just like you may do when you feel like it. Listen closely as
I've taught you!" She flipped the switch, and the audio began
with her own voice.
HELLO, MY DEARS. I'M SURE YOU ARE ALONE, AND HAVE ABOUT A
HALF HOUR FREE FOR YOUR EXERCISE. YOU WILL BOTH BE VERY
STIMULATED, SO BE SURE YOU ARE ALONE AND HAVE THE TIME TO PLAY
THE ENTIRE TAPE.
TURN ON YOUR MAGIC LAMP NOW, AND WATCH IT CLOSELY FOR A
MINUTE OR SO. YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO THEN.
Bill reached over, and in the silence they watched their
Lava-Lite, slumping back in their seats quickly. The silence
stretched out, and then a soft chime note faded into hearing.
WONDERFUL, YOU'RE BOTH PREPARED AND YOU MAY REMOVE YOUR
LIGHT. TERESA IS SITTING ON HER CHAIR, AND BILL IS ON THE SOFA.
YOU ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER NOW. IF YOU HAVE ANY CLOTHES ON,
REMOVE THEM. ENJOY THE SIGHT OF YOUR BODIES.
More silence, then another chime.
HEAR YOUR VOICES AS YOU PREPARE FOR YOUR EXERCISE.
Then came recorded voices of our two subjects, spliced into
each other, with lots of echo, like in a dream.
BILL: YOUR SKIN IS VERY SMOOTH AND CREAMY. I LIKE TO SEE
YOUR BODY. I LOVE TO SEE YOUR BREASTS.
TERESA: YOU ARE SO STRONG, AND I LIKE TO SEE YOUR BULGING
MUSCLES FLEX. YOUR LEGS ARE SO STRONG, AND YOUR ARMS CAN BE SO
STRONG, BUT THEY TOUCH ME SO SOFTLY AND TENDERLY TOO.
BILL: I WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR BREASTS IN THAT
SPECIAL WAY. I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME EVERYTHING, AND TALK ABOUT
EVERYTHING.
TERESA: I LIKE TO DO WHAT YOU SAY. I HAVE SPECIAL THINGS TO
SAY ABOUT MY BREASTS, AND THEY MAKE ME FEEL GOOD. IT'S GOOD THAT
YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT ME AND TOUCH ME.
BILL: WHEN YOU ARE PROUD AND STRONG I GET VERY VERY
EXCITED. I FEEL EXCITED NOW.
TERESA: I AM VERY PROUD AND STRONG. I WANT TO SAY MY
SPECIAL THINGS NOW.
BILL: SAY YOUR SPECIAL THINGS NOW WHILE I WATCH YOU.
The chime interjected again, as the voices faded. The two
pairs of eyes were locked together. A soft gentle music started
up in the background, and Zarah was heard again.
YOU HAVE ALL YOUR CUES NOW, AND YOU'RE BEGINNING TO FEEL
VERY SPECIALLY TINGLY FEELINGS. KEEP THIS TAPE SAFE AS I TAUGHT
YOU, UNTIL YOU DON'T NEED IT ANY MORE. ENJOY YOUR WONDERFUL
BODIES NOW, DEARS. YOU MAY BEGIN, TESSIE.
"Yes, Mistress," answered Tessie, "The edge
of a spiral,
the edge of a circle, the edge of a cone, a soft cone... around
the edge and inwards to the tip, the point of the cone, the
mound, the breast. Feel my attention spiralling slowly,
slo-o-owly around the very outside edge of my bosoms, my eyelids
can close now, as you watch me... watch and feel that focus
circling, circling, circling... circling... "
Her shoulders had ceased to slump, and were pulling
backwards.
''I can feel my breasts. They feel... larger... more
important... they are sticking out from my chest... When I open
my eyes, I will see you watching them."
"I AM looking at them," answered her husband, "they're
so
soft and lovely, I can't look away... talk some more, honey, I'm
getting hot watching them stick out at me!"
"You like titties, Bill... titties... My nice, nice tits,
my titty- titty-titties... they're so-o-o nice... look hard,
hard, hard at them..." and her hands held them up towards her
husband. "What will I see when my eyes open up?"
"Baby, you'll see me on fire! Hold them up higher. Open
your eyes now, please! I want you to see how hot you're making
me with your big soft tits!"
Tessie's shoulders were back, and her hands fondled and
stroked at herself as she looked across at the couch. Her
husband was leaning way forward, and he actually licked his lips
as he stared at her offerings.
"Oooh sweetie," she crooned, "I love to see
your eyes when
they burn like that. Do our special booby game now, I want to
hear you talk, and I'll do whatever you say."
"God, Tessie," he babbled on, "the skin on
your tits is
real smooth, smooth and white, and they move so nicely when you
breathe in... I love to look at them! You're holding and
rubbing them, and you're getting excited, I can see! Your tips
are all pointy and hard!"
"Mmmm... make me do the booby game, the booby game!"
"O.K., here we go, baby, ready? Concentrate, concentrate
and I'll make you feel sooooo special. Jesus, I'm really hot
now. O.K. I'm watching your beautiful boobies! They are looking
so heavy and full of your sweet hot blood pumping, honey,"
chanted Bill, "they're feeling strong, and heavy and big, like
big, glorious melons... like wonderful, tingly melons... they
feel like big udders, baby... like big, plump tight balloons...
bigger and tighter... don't you feel them pulling you downwards,
down to hands and knees, where they can hang heavily and softly
down... their weight is pulling you forward and down... forward
and down... down on all fours now!"
Teresa toppled over forward off her chair, panting, onto
hands and knees. Her head hung loosely down, and swayed back and
forth as she still gazed under herself at her long swinging tits,
and their hardened nipples. She crawled towards her husband.
"I'll lie on my back now," said Bill, stretching
out on the
rug, dick standing up like a flagpole. "Come to me, baby. I
want to look right up at those big, sensitive boobies. So-o-o
sexy you feel, you feel just like a big soft... beautiful...
animal, you're really big now, baby."
I lay flat on my back, and soon saw her damp black hair
brush his chest, saw her eyes, the heavily-breathing mouth and
taut neck move, until her engorged nipples dangled down just
above his navel. They swung back and forth, sometimes achieving
a circular motion as her torso wriggled. I was hard again, my
schlong poked up from my belly, and I let it out into the light.
Zarah held it lightly, squeezing now and then.
"Caress me now, James... very very gently, because I'm
so-o-o silky- sensitive, you can begin a very slow caress... "
Tessie's nipples were like hard pink buttons, as he finally
reached them with circling fingertips.
The swaying torso quivered, and I saw a hot droplet strike
Bill's neck... Tessie's cunt was dripping! Another drop, and
that odor wafted up to my nostrils. His thigh muscles bunched up
and relaxed as he drew fingertips delicately down her mammaries.
"Tessie, you're my beautiful animal." demanded Bill.
"Tell
me about your bursting milk glands... your milk tubes are really
burning hot.''
"Billy... I want to... I want to be... milked... oooh,
milk
my silky- smoooth tits, Billy... I want milking so bad... so
bad!" Another splash from her cunny.
Bill began a loose, soft pulling sliding motion along their
length... sliding down towards the tips, and grasping more firmly
as they reached Teresa's nipples. Tessie, eyes closed now,
circled her torso around sensuously, deep into her fantasy.
"A-a-a-h-h... your touch is so strong, I want to give
up
al-l-l my hot milk... my hot breast milk... milk me now...
mil-l-l-lk and stroke... mil-l- l-lk and stroke me... God, I feel
white hot while you mil-l-l-lk me..I'm so- o-o hot all over!"
Bill pulled and pulled. I saw the early droplets of liquid
seeping making the tip of his cock shiny. He maneuvered her
backwards so her drooping head could reach him.
"Look, honey, I'm ready to burst... I feel really long
and
thick tonight! Kiss me and finish your story now, I'm getting
ready to pop!" Her lips murmured over his prick, then he began
pinching her nipples quite hard, and this set her off.
"Ah-h-h... you're sucking and mil-l-lking... suck...
ing...
mil-l- lk..mil-l-l-lk... mil-l-l-lk... " she babbled. "I feel
the milk pouring out of me... the thick sweet milk pouring and
flowing... flo-o-ow-w-wing... God, I can't stop the flowing...
don't stop... I'm wide open... I'm horny... I'm really horny...
I'm thick, I'm gushing, my bags are hhu-u-uge and bursting with
thick sweet cre-e-e-eam... creeeeeam... " Drop after scalding
drop from her cunt landed on his face and without even touching
my own dick, I sensed my long-delayed climax nearing - as did
Zarah. She stroked herself and me simultaneously, with a more
urgent rhythm now. Her practiced hand brought me to fullest
extension as I braced myself and leaned back on my elbows.
"I can't wait, Billy, get up Billleeee," coaxed
the girl.
Come and smelllll meeeee, taste meeeee..." and she knelt forward
as Bill surged to his knees and approached her cunt. His dick
looked close up like a child's baseball bat. He snuffled and
licked Tessie's cunt, and she squealed with desire. His strong
voice rang out hoarsely.
"You're all the way ready, cow... I'm your sweet long
bull
and I'm... going... to... mount... you... and... slide... way...
unnngh... up... mmm... into YOUR CUNNNNT!"
The penis, in one smooth powerful motion, thrust into
Tessie. She actually made low mooing sounds as her husband
grunted and snorted as he plunged rapidly in and out. Her labia
clove wide apart to make way for his great thickness. His
powerful hands grasped her hipbones and wiggled them around,
lifting her knees off the floor with his strength.
Tessie's juices oozed out from time to time, and I saw her
scrape her breasts over the carpet to stimulate them even more.
Zarah's hand automatically quickened on herself as she
watched Bills plunging buttocks squeeze tightly together, then
spread wide as he reared back.
I spurted my emission onto her other hand suddenly.
Bill held Teresa's butt up in the air, as her legs waggled
and white jism oozed out from her cunt around Bill's pumping
shaft.
Finally they were still, then she was lifted up and carried
off to bed, as Zarah's "motivational tape" continued its soft
program.
I left for home alone. Zarah insisted on staying there for
a bit. I didn't see her for several days, and I was jealous,
thinking of her enjoying Bill's attentions, and wishing to
practice on someone.
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