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One morning about a week later my bedside phone rang, very
early. I was groggy, and I didn't recognize the sunny voice at
first.
"James, how are you? Forgive me for bothering you so
early, but something interesting has come up."
"mmmmphh..."
"James, don't you recognize my voice? This is Katherine
_______, from Zarah Bradford's office."
That got my adrenaline moving! Kathy had been so much fun,
and yet, so sudden and unusual...but who was I to talk about
strange sex?
"Wow, Kathy, yeah! Hi! What's up?" The old master
conversationalist was really in high gear now!
"You're remembering the office, aren't you?" she
continued,
more subdued all at once. "Zarah told me she had worked on you
after that...I guess you had a good time...Zarah and I...share a
lot of things, I suppose you might say."
"Yeah...Kathy, listen, my life has changed so much
recently, you know? All this is real new to me, and real
strange. I haven't been able to think too clearly..."
"And you don't really want to yet? I know, James, I
understand. Well, maybe we'll see each other soon! Zarah will
be - presiding - over a garden party this evening, and she
especially wants you to come. I'll be there, and several others!
It's tonight at nine. She asked me to see if you were
interested."
I hesitated, events having taken on a speed I could in no
way deal with. Kathy took silence for assent. She named an
address in a fashionable suburb, and said, "See you there!"
She
hung up.
I thought about Kathy some more. I hadn't really gotten to
know her at all, except for the mutual response to Zarah. The
memory turned me on, and I ended up late for work! Luckily, I'm
on good terms with the boss. Nobody said anything about it at
the office. I kind of kept to myself in those days.
I think I avoided my feelings throughout that day, but
couldn't help recollecting recent "special" events. I spent
more
time adjusting the recurring lumpiness in my pants than looking
at maps. Luckily, no one's life was at stake in a city-planner's
office ... some day though, someone might find a playground oddly
located in some septic drainage area!
The day passed, and I stayed late at the office. The time
drew near for me to go, and yet I found I was reluctant to turn
off the lights and leave! I wasn't doing any work, I was, in
fact, feeling my It was now past time to leave for the "garden
party" and I was deciding I had "unfortunately" been
"held up at
the office," when my desk phone rang.
"Hello, James, this is Zarah. We're looking forward to
seeing you tonight. Please come right over ... you know I can't
wait to see you ... please come over right now, yes?"
"... I ... think I forgot the address ... "
"You remember the address quite well, I think. Tell me
the
address, it's right there on the tip of your tongue, come on,
tell me now!"
"...7116 Tremaine Drive!" I blurted out.
"Correct, James, you are very good. Don't worry too much
now, just drive on out here soon. I'll see you soon. Drive
carefully, and you can see me quite soon...soon, James ..."
The line went dead.
I packed up. I got down to the car. I left the city. My
car drove itself over bridges, through industrial belt, into
fashionable suburbs, down tree-lined streets, into a long
circular driveway.
A short, muscular AfroAmerican woman dressed in a dance
leotard answered the door, and ushered me through several
hallways to a small gymnasium overlooking an illuminated garden.
I followed her inside.
There were exercises going on. It looked like Tai Chi, led
by a smallish Filipino man in a white karate suit. He was
demonstrating the slow movements to a group of folks scattered
around the room. None of them stopped to greet me ... even
Brenda ignored me, absorbed in her routine.
Besides Miss Bodybuilder, there were my friend Brenda,
Katherine, and another woman, who flashed me a quick glance.
This jogged my memory, and I remembered the redhead from Zarah's
office who had . This was our hostess, who turned out to be a
recently divorced socialite named Rebeccah.
Also present were a slender African-American man and Zarah,
who were sitting together along one wall on a padded bench. I
walked over to the pair, and was greeted warmly by Zarah, who
gazed at me for a few seconds, and spoke:
"James, I just knew you wouldn't be able to resist a
little
mystery and excitement!"
Gesturing at her neighbor, she continued:
"I've been reinforcing Samuel here, so he's not being
impolite, he just doesn't know anyone else is in the room, do
you Samuel?"
The black man was not examining his fingernails as I had
thought, but was watching his own diamond finger ring! He made a
little murmur, and his head bobbed from side to side. Zarah
raised his hand up, and his gaze followed.
"Samuel, please come back to us now ... come back and
join
the others."
He rose and went over to the exercise floor. He went
through the motions, but in a rather dreamlike manner.
"Samuel's new to my little circle, but he's so gorgeous,
and he responded so quickly at my matinee performance I decided
to chance on him this evening," Zarah explained. "There's
really
no worry - I'm seldom wrong in sizing up my subjects - but the
slight risk makes the result that much more satisfying." She
turned her searchlight gaze directly on me.
"Now you, James! You are indeed a happy accident if you
choose to respond, and if you don't...but I think I know you well
enough! You're fit and cute, but shy, and more unsure of
yourself than you like to let on. I know there's a lot of voyeur
in you, and something about the power of dominance has snared
your hidden self, maybe more than you know. Or maybe it's the
submission part?"
I realized that this was a shrewd judge of character, and
I
felt as if I really had few inner secrets that she could not
discern, given time. I was again kept off-balance. Her gaze was
direct, knowing, unavoidable. I tried to summon up a witty or
challenging retort, but her voice kept on, asking questions for
which she didn't wait for answers!
"Now for this evening," Zarah said, decisively.
"I will
very shortly place you under my control again, in fact --" as I
started with a catch in my breathing "--your trance has begun
already, hasn't it? You hurried right over to me after my phone
call, didn't you? If you object, just say so now, before your
trance state is complete, and you may leave."
Her piercing glance acknowledged what we both knew already.
I was hooked. I gulped and said nothing. Her hand caught mine,
and I was led over towards the others.
Exercises over, the party moved outside into the garden
area. Low lamps and a few torches gave the area a mysterious
warmth and intimacy. There was a central lawn with low benches
scattered about. Zarah now took "center-stage."
Her gaze pinned me, and I again felt suddenly warm, and my
head buzzed. "James, you are the newest to our circle, and I
know you haven't had much time to settle in ... why you haven't
even changed clothes yet, have you? Phyllis will get you a very
comfortable robe, and you will of course need to use the lavatory
... I know how full a bladder can feel when you are holding it
in for hours ..."
Damn, I thought, I did have to pee! I looked around for a
washroom door, but her voice summoned me again. I was feeling
some discomfort as I hobbled over next to her, she turned me
around so I faced the others and continued:
"Here now, James, you've had no relief ... no relief
at all
... you might feel embarrassed about your need to pass water,
but I can assure you that my influence will remove all your
hesitancy. Look down here, dear, at this tiled area, see it?
You're in luck, James, you're standing right over Rebeccah's
little drain spot, where the floor is protected from trickles of
water..."
By now I was pressing my knees tighter together, and my
face felt hot, from a blush, I guess, or the instant realization
that I was under her spell again.
"Yes, James, right here in the garden! Those tickley
trickles and sudden spurts and glorious gushers of hot, hot
water as you feel unable to hold back much longer ... oh, yes,
James, you can lower your pants, go on, drop those trousers right
down, let them fall, just dropping right to the floor ... now
step forward and display yourself."
My hands fumbled along awkwardly with belt and zipper - I
was too uncomfortable to remember to be embarrassed! It was all
happening so quickly, and my head was buzzing and fluffy-feeling
again...
"Yes, dear, I know ... it's so painful to hold back ...
oooh, just look at his beautiful hose, everyone!"
Her hands had pulled my two hands together behind my back.
They gripped me tightly. I was now naked below my shirttail. I
shifted back and forth between my two feet, trying to hold back
the piss. I felt as if I'd downed four or five beers about a
half hour before!
"Such a fine, long hose, and it's ready to spurt and
splash
and gush hot liquid ... feel it now James, breaking through all
your control, one little spurt ... ooh, did you all see that ...
he's dribbling right down his leg ... that's it James, the
pressure builds and builds...up your tube...up to the tip, up
past the tip...you're dribbling, now you're sprinkling ... it
feels so-o-oo good to let go ... to release ... there it comes,
James ... piss, James! Pissssssssssss..."
God, I had no shame ... I know I was just so happy to be
free to relieve myself ... my first release splattered onto the
tiles, as I moaned with pleasure ... even when the last small
trickles were dribbling down my leg onto my feet, I felt only
gratification, not shame.
At once, my mind seemed to understand and accept that I
could be caused to do anything, and feel pleasure at my
surrender!
"James ... tell us all now, how do you enjoy my gift?
How
will you respond to me?"
''I want to obey you," I heard myself say in a low voice,
and the other "guests" actually applauded!
My knees felt suddenly weak, and I was helped to one side
of the garden to remove the rest of my clothing. Kathy gave me
some towels, and helped me into a thin robe. She gave me a quick
pat and a light squeeze to my ass, as she whispered that I should
hang up my clothing over a bench so it wouldn't rumple too badly.
me back to join the group. I noticed Brenda chuckling, as she
pantomimed my little water show to the Filipino. He was staring
at me, and I noticed a small damp spot on the front of his
pajamas!
"Elizabeth, join me here, won't you?"
The AfroAmerican bodybuilder smiled and approached Zarah.
She was told to press her palms together tightly.
The induction took very little time ... the athlete very
shortly found herself unable to part her hands, which seemed
glued together. Her strain caused very interesting things to
happen to her pectoral muscles. Then Zarah took a step closer.
She pinned the woman with those amazing eyes.
"Elizabeth, why are you so surprised? I'll get James
to
help you loosen them right now. You'll find that HE can part
your hands easily." I took my cue, stepped up in front of the
woman, and gently held her wrists. I felt the straining muscles
locked against themselves, and doubted my strength, but as I
tugged, I felt them part smoothly.
"We'll need James' help again, Beth, so he'll just sit
down
next to you." As Zarah moved even closer, I sat down on a bench
near Beth's side. I was about head high to a trim waist, and
those marvelous butt muscles. Beth's ass was anything but
ordinary, though. Each hardened cheek was separate from the
other, and there was that exciting space between the thighs that
let the light shine right through, even when her legs were
together. A light film of sweat from her exertions made her skin
glisten.
"Beth, honey, I see you're all in a sweat, and I'm sure
you'd be much more comfortable if you removed that itchy leotard
... can't you feel the little itches, and the chafing? You'll
feel so-o-o much better when the itching is gone. Feel that
irritation? My goodness, your legs are twitching, aren't they?
Feel the itch, it's getting intolerable...it'll go away when you
are completely nude."
Oh God, that gorgeous butt was wriggling, first one cheek
clenching, and then the other. The girl was tearing at her
clothing, and was soon naked at my side. She wriggled in
pleasure, and sighed deeply.
"That's so-o-o-o much better, isn't it Beth? Now you
are
fully and completely at ease, dear ... just let yourself go
...that's right. Feels so-o- o-o good ... and you're all the way
under now."
I didn't need to look down at my robe. There was a light
caress of cool air over my cock, now at respectful attention as
it poked out.
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The hypnotist ordered the girl over to a short padded
bench, and her nakedness was soon stretched out, with her arms
at her sides. Her hips rested at the end of the bench, and her
feet rested flat on the ground. Zarah bade us all come gather
round.
The other guests looked as hungrily as I did at the woman.
Even relaxed, her musculature defined almost every inch of her
flesh, except her breasts themselves. They maintained their
shape without flattening much. In the torchlight, there was a
hint of a dark purple coloring to the nipples, and I feasted my
eyes on her electric bushiness. So did Zarah, but her easy
voice of command continued in a pleasant stream as she sat
cross-legged on the ground, at Elizabeth's head. Her hands
cradled and stroked the bodybuilder's face and neck lovingly.
"Now these muscles are strong, powerful things, but you
know how everything is controlled by the mind. And I control
this mind now.
"Remember our earlier instruction, Elizabeth. Remember
your cue for absolute surrender. Tell us your signal for
absolute surrender.''
"...The magic spiral ... round and round... spiral ...
roundandround," came a low murmur. Zarah leant forward, and her
hands began a circular passage around and around those firm
boobies. These swelled and arched upwards toward the fingertips,
which moved in slow even circles, ever inwards, til an index
finger rested lightly on each nipple. The girl's mouth was
open, and her back was slightly arched to maintain the contact.
The nipples were now erect, and a dark purplish-brown.
"Sexual tension and release ... deep sexual tension and
then glorious release ... " droned the voice. Let us watch as
Elizabeth undergoes, under my control, an intense erotic
experience. Listen to me now, dear," she commanded, as she stood
up and addressed the slumbering figure. "My voice is within your
deepest self. Open your very heavy eyelids now, my pet ... open
them and look around you. Remain in deep trance as you do so.
Do you see the pleasure on the faces? Do you?"
Beth's glassy stare lit briefly on each of our hungry
gazes, then returned to blink sleepily upwards at the sky.
"Yes, mistress," came the low reply.
"Now your body is drifting into a dream-state under my
direction ... " a pause.
I watched those great eyelids swell and close. Soon there
came a catch of the breathing. Another, and a tiny sigh, as I
watched the eyeballs move slowly beneath closed lids. Zarah
spoke again:
"You hear the night sounds, the soft sounds of the frogs
and insects, a bird in the distance, and you feel so alone, so
safe, that you let your sexuality take control of you now. You
can dream of a lover approaching you."
The girl gave a small start, and her body began a subtle,
slow movement on the padded bench. Her breasts rose quicker,
and I watched the nipples turn even darker. The aureoles
puckered up, and there was another quick breath. The rapid eye
movements were jerkier now, and Beth's hands twitched.
Zarah hurried on: "Yes, there he is now ... tall, silent
and powerful ... he wants you to feel much pleasure ... he is
very experienced ... he can feel your breath, he can smell your
heat flowing, flowing, flowing so hot and wet from your secret
places."
The bosom quivered and shook in a most delicious way, and
dark odor of arousal wafted up from the woman's pussy. It
mingled with the heavy perfumes of the night. I know everyone
was turned on. My cock had never felt harder.
Zarah said, "He's going to be slow and luxurious as he
slides in and out of you, Beth, but first ... you'll feel just
the heavy, hot tip of him rest lightly against you. It's hot,
it's heavy and hot and dry against your leg. Feel it slide
upwards, right up your leg now. Slo-o-ow and gently. You'll
find that your legs and thighs can part for him ... there they
go ... that's right...you open very wide now..." as the knees
fell apart automatically. I watched as her calf muscles bunched
and relaxed.
Elizabeth was truly turned on. I saw that her pussy hairs
were matted and damp, and her vaginal lips had become swollen.
Zarah stood up and came to me. She guided me down onto my
knees before that cunt, that flower of the night, burning, moist
and fragrant in the darkness of the garden. She commanded me in
a whisper:
"You may now enter her, James. You will enter her and
remain still. Feel her responses as you hold yourself still
within. Enter now, and remain stiff and still within."
I knee-walked forward, and positioned myself. Very slowly
past the outer petals, sliding easily inward through slickened
folds and muscles, my penis now buried itself as I leaned forward
into the bunched muscles of her thighs. My pale shaft was easily
swallowed as her legs opened even further. The buttocks moved
tenderly, tighter and looser, tighter and looser, as her dream
lover slid and thrust powerfully through her enchantment.
"You can throb. Throb for your lover ... you'll find
it's
more pleasurable than jerking around so. Feel that throb? Feel
it, Elizabeth ... and again ... and over and over, throbbing ...
pulsing ... sliding in-n-n-n to you ..."
A beautiful smile spread wide, as the subject gave a low
moan. I felt her belly muscles quiver, and my own shook in
answer, but I could not plunge about, even though I wanted,
needed to so badly!
Her moans became more frequent, but still Zarah kept her in
check. The butt had stopped its outer writhings, but my shaft
knew a heightened pleasure deep between them. The muscular
stomach would rest, then a wave of small shudders would jiggle
Beth's whole torso slightly. These waves came closer and closer
together.
"You'll enjoy the climaxes much more if you can delay
them
... can you hold out much longer, Beth? The release will seem so
good, so strong..."
Zarah had returned to cradle her subject's head in one
hand. She looked up at me. She touched one fingertip to the
girl's head. The fingertip moved down to brush the thick,
swollen mouth, and Beth's lips instantly pursed, her cheeks
hollowed, and Zarah's finger was sucked suddenly in. At the same
moment, I felt a strong clamping sensation as the walls of my
partner's vagina contracted all at once. Still, I remained
motionless.
The finger was slowly retracted, though Beth's lips pursed
after it. Zarah slipped it back in, and I felt the answering
contraction. Out again, and Zarah spread Elizabeth's copious
saliva flow all round the mouth. Beth's pucker followed blindly,
sucking on air, wanting the finger again. The tongue darted in
and out now, as the contractions continued on my steel-hard
phallus.
Zarah's stiffened white finger now pressed down into the
dark flesh, tracing a straight, slow path down between the lifted
breasts, down the rock- hard and quivering abdomen, in and out of
the navel, slower now, to the top of the bodybuilder's sopping
wet bush, finally approaching the clitoris. Elizabeth's face
froze, her tongue curled up and sticking far out into the air,
eyelids squeezed shut, breath coming fast and irregularly
through flared nostrils.
Zarah did not twiddle the clit at all, her hand reached
around the base of my cock, encircled it tightly, making it swell
inside Beth's sheath. She held it still.
"Hold her legs when they rise up," she ordered me.
And to
Beth: "You may now reach your climax. Come for your lover now.
Come to me. Come to my command."
Beth gave a start. She gave a long drawn-out
"n-n-n-g-g-h-h-h!" One leg lifted powerfully off the ground,
then the other. They stiffened outwards, quivering as if with
malaria. I held onto them, but I my strength was unneeded
against that powerful sexual engine now discharging all around
me. I watched her deep purple labia rub and grind together into
Zarah's fingers, as the bodybuilder began a long, mewing orgasm.
Her cunt had gripped me tightly, and the contractions of
its muscles felt like a strong, rippling hand.
"Take your time, girl ... he's still sliding way-y-y-y
up
inside you ... you want more and more, more and more ... come as
often as you need ... ready ... take it all now.''
As the girl finished her crisis, her legs slackened from,
rigidity, and I was suddenly holding their entire weight. Our
mingled perspiration almost caused me to drop her limp legs. I
felt her pelvis continue to shiver with further orgasmic
activity. Each tightening and relief was signalled by a tiny
cooing sigh from the slackened mouth of the hypnotized woman.
I was now pulled backwards by Zarah's hand. My cock popped
out with a noisy slurp, still hard as a rock. A small rivulet of
Beth's juices dripped onto the ground. Zarah's hand urged me to
my feet, still enclosing my red-hot eight-inch fat prick.
Samuel and the Filipino were summoned to my side. We were
still as statues, standing over the now quieted Elizabeth on her
bench. The women in the garden were fingering themselves as they
watched us. The Filipino's hands twitched at his sides as Zarah
lowered his pajamas. His cock sprang out and upward. I heard a
woman gasp, and another moan somewhere.
Zarah's hands opened Samuel's robe. His dark thickness
jutted straight outwards from a thick mass of curly hair. His
arms seemed frozen at his sides also.
Zarah now reached down to Elizabeth. Both her hands
caressed and stroked the woman's pudendum. The bodybuilder was
too spent to respond, but her secretions were still copious, and
Zarah's hands grew slick and shiny. She seemed to hold little
pools of come in her hands.
"Look down at yourselves!" came the soft command.
She
walked behind us and my downward stare was drawn over to the
other two men, whose cocks were now generously anointed with
Elizabeth's juices. They twitched and jerked as Zarah firmly
polished and lubricated them, up and down their rigid lengths,
until they glistened and shone in the torchlight, juicy and
slickened, veins standing out in relief, the Filipino's glans
swollen almost to golfball size, and dripping steadily with his
watery male lubricant.
I now felt my long-delayed climax burning up through my
pecker as she reached up and squeezed the nape of my neck. Her
hand burned me, and a shock traveled right down my spine. My
pelvis reflexively squeezed itself forward in response.
"You are ready to come right now, aren't you! All of
you!
Say it...say it and let it come...come now!"
As I felt my own buttocks squeeze tightly, and quickly
experienced my fiery release, I husked out "I'm coming
now...coming now! Oh God, it burns, it burns!" I heard other
utterances: "God, I'm coming, coming so hard," and the
ever-popular "N-n-ngh, n-n-ngh!" There were muffled sounds
from
the "audience" of women
Everything was visible to all, the first shiny drops of
clear lubricating fluid, and then suddenly, thick cloudy globs of
semen dribbling out and down onto the ground as Samuel gave a
full-throated moan, and I saw his testes draw up tight and
wrinkly as his release came at last. The oriental man came
silently, spurting out a good three feet, still staring down at
Elizabeth as his hips pumped back and forth into the air. More
sounds from the women there indicated that some had been
stimulated to their crisis point by the scenario as well.
We three remained standing by the bench, our semen still
dripping out or hanging in thickening strands down from our
slackening pricks. I felt time slow to a crawl, and my breath
rang harshly in my own ears.
Zarah turned Samuel away to face her, then raised herself
on tiptoes, kissed him, then whispered something to him. I saw
his eyes roll up, and his large form sank to the ground, curling
up peacefully. His now-flaccid organ still oozed shiny droplets
out onto the grass in the dim light. The garden was very quiet.
I found sleepiness weighing down my own lids, and yawned
involuntarily.
"We are all quite heavy and drowsy now, aren't we?"
she
said to us. "You go back into the house now, James, and find
your clothing. Get dressed, you have to drive home. I'll help
keep you alert and safe on the road. Get dressed now, and wait
for me inside."
I groped my way into my clothes, and sat heavily on a gym
bench, as I watched Zarah through the glass, circulating around
her "guests," embracing the Filipino, whose name I had never
learned, covering Elizabeth with a spare robe, whispering to the
other women there. I drooped a little more each minute I waited,
and caught my head with a jerk as it began nodding heavily down
to my chest.
Zarah was caressing Katherine, and Rebeccah still lay back
against her lawn chair, masturbating freely with her knees bent
upward, and her fist pressed against her dark red thatch. I
couldn't see Brenda any more from my position, and I was beyond
caring. Time crept on, and lost all meaning as I waited dumbly,
patiently, for my mistress to instruct me. I faded into a waking
dream, and even now have very little memory of the rest of the
night, except that very late the next morning, I awoke in my own
bed.
I was not alone. As I slowly came to, I felt the warmth of
another body next to mine. I turned my head.
Zarah slumbered beside me.
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