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I caught my breath. I had only a dim memory of driving
home, and certainly none concerning a guest. Only "guest"
wasn't the right term, was it? As I thought it over, it seemed
likely that she'd simply "invited" me to invite her. We hadn't
screwed, or anything, as far as I remembered.
Her dark straight hair was cut fairly short, and her neck
was bare. I really was so nonplussed by her presence that I
felt no sexual stirrings at all...though last night's garden
"party" may have drained me. Still, I heard her soft breathing,
and observed that she was not naked...she was wearing a cotton
nightgown of some kind.
As I raised myself up on my elbow to see her, I heard her
breath catch, and knew she was now awake. She sat up, turned
and faced me.
"Good morning, James," she said quietly. Her eyes
appeared
very large this close up, and showed no signs of sleepiness. "How
do you feel?"
"I'm dragged out...and I guess I'm confused," I
murmured,
as I got out of bed. "How...did you end up here?" I was
regaining some composure, and since my mouth tasted like camel
parts, I headed towards the bathroom to swig the Scope. After
about two steps, I realized I was nude. I heard her chuckle as I
completed my journey in a sort of embarrassed scuttling motion.
Once cleansed and robed, I felt more ready to face my
"guest."
"Zarah...did I...uh...drive you here? or did you bring
me?"
She answered with a small smile that I had driven her here
late last night.
"I enjoyed you immensely, James, you were wonderful."
"A wonderful slave, you must mean," I responded,
a bit
sharply. I felt somewhat "invaded," if you can say that about
a
woman who makes you piss on command, in front of several
strangers. But this invasion was territorial, not personal, if
you get my meaning.
"James..." she began.
"No, wait. I'm sorry. I remember what you said a few
weeks ago...that this is all MY choice, and so on,
da-dat-da-dat-da-dah...but I just don't remember inviting you up
here...nice as it is," I added hastily. Jesus, my tongue was
tied up yet again!
She was smiling a little more, and her eyes narrowed a
little. They suddenly opened VERY wide, narrowed, and widened
again as her brows moved up and down. The effect was of someone
trying to peer into a window at me. Her eyes were huge...
"James, in fact you invited me 'in' quite some time ago,"
she said. "I see you're puzzled, aren't you? Go and open your
lower right-hand dresser drawer, and I'll explain."
I reached over and slid open the drawer. Where were my
sweaters? The drawer was full of women's clothing...shorts,
skirts, t-shirts, undies even! Then I noticed an overnight case
under the dresser.
"Did you bring all this up from the party?" I asked,
bewildered. "Where are my sweaters?" I felt a little annoyed.
She did the eye bit again (her dark pupils really
contrasted with their brilliant white borders), and said, "No,
these are kept here for my visits."
What visits???
"I've been here seven or eight times thus far, and I'll
be
staying over for several days while you're on vacation."
"Seven or eight times?? ... Wait a minute ... WHAT
VACATION???"
"The one you requested from your boss last week...wait
a
moment, James," she chuckled, watching me sputter. "You'll
have
a stroke ... in more ways than one!" And her eyes crinkled up in
amusement at my helpless puzzlement. "I'll take mercy on you and
explain...after I have my morning exercise..." Another eye-bulge,
and she held up a closed fist in the air in front of me. "What
do you see here?" and she tapped her hand four times with her
index finger. Her hand opened.
On her palm rested...what was that? It looked shiny,
almost damp, and...transparent, almost. I was amazed.
"It's a ball, a plastic ball I guess. Is this the Magic
Kingdom or something?"
"Queendom, more properly, I guess you could say, James.
Look again, closer."
"Wait...it's a ... a bubble. A soap bubble?" How
the hell
did she tote a little soap bubble around, and hold it in her
hand? It had to be plastic. "Maybe a balloon."
"Right, James, it's a bubble you see there. Now watch."
And she breathed onto her palm. The shiny globe enlarged. It
looked exactly like a bubble, I could see it's glistening surface
more clearly now, as it swirled. I waited for the pop, but there
it stayed.
"And now...presto!" and she lowered her hand. The
bubble
stayed right where it was, didn't fall, didn't pop, just hung
there. She blew toward it again, and it grew to tennis-ball size.
"Jesus, how do you DO that? That's great!" I felt
as
amazed as any child at a magic show.
"I'm not really doing it, James...you are. It's an
illusion!" Puff. And a basketball hovered in front of me, a
globe of infinite thinness, and infinite swirling variety,
sparkling in the morning sunlight. "Test it for yourself."
I reached out, and my hand passed through empty air, right
through the ball! It was immobile. I tried again with a quick
swipe. Nothing.
"You can change it's size, James," came her voice
as I
stared at the bubble. "Do it!"
I breathed at the bubble, and it swelled. I pulled air
into my mouth, and it shrank. I reduced it to point size, but
couldn't make it disappear. I blew into it some more, and it
swelled up till it seemed to fill the upper air of my bedroom.
The swirling colors were like a planet's atmosphere, sped
up till I could see vortexes and curved cloud fronts forming and
re-forming. I breathed in and out, in and out. If this were an
illusion, I thought dimly as my world grew and spun, then I
was...was...what was I anyway?
And what was that dim murmuring I could hear way out here
in deep space? My ball shrank again, surrounded by tiny stars
and galaxies, it got farther away, and farther...it was a
point...a twinkling point in black empty space...emptiness of
deep space, of deep thought, of will of deep desire...
Desire. What do I desire? I know I have a
body...somewhere! I desire...I want...something sweet. Where
will I get it? That's easy, just lift my head and stick out my
tongue. Mmmmmm that's good, that's so sweet, so sweeeeeet, no
it's tart and tangy, a little salty...it's soooo juicy and tender
and thick and sweet. Lick it and suck it and draw in its honey.
pull hard to get its juice. Suck it in deeply, deeeeeply.
Tease it. Wiggle it with my tongue. Waggle my lips over it.
Shake it. Gently! Faster! It's flowing, it's flowing into me.
Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Never stop...
lickandlickandlickandlick... tongue can't stop...
It's sooo deep and dark in here, I'll open my eyes. I'll
look at my juicysweet food. It's red. Red like blood, red and
shiny. Licklicklicklick. It's moving away and my mouth follows
it. It moves back, and around, and it jiggles and jiggles as it
flows. My tongue is stiff and thick, stiffandthickstiffandthick.
I push it way, way, wayyy in. I hold still. It's heaven, and I
moan out loud. I moan and it feels soooo good and deep I hummm
and the heavens erupt in violence. Head is jerked and squeezed
and shook... Ahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm the most delicious wet burst
of slippery delight into my throat. Suck slower. And slower.
Loosen my tongue. Softer and softer. I'll rest a moment, rest
in my dark pink nest. Lick again. Rest..... Rest. Lean my head
against the flesh, the sweet thick flesh. Come back. Come back.
"Come back, James..."
My cheek rests against a leg, a hot, hot leg. A thigh. I
am holding two thighs, my head between. I'm kneeling on my
floor, cradling two buttocks in my hands. My nose is about an
inch from a deep pink nodule. A bump. A clitoris. A cunt lies
before my eyes, I can look up inside it...
"... I can see inside it." I became aware that I
am
speaking!
"What do you see?" Zarah.
"I see your clit. It sticks way up between your lips."
"My pussy lips."
"Yes...they are open. They're oozing. They're open like
doors to a cave. Now they're squeezing together... and opening
again."
"Go on, I'm getting turned on again."
"There's some honeyjuice running out...it's dribbling
down inside your crack."
"Suck up my delicious juice. Ooooh. Alllll the way down
my crack. Talk."
"Your clit is bright red. It looks hot and bright and
shiny. Your ass squeezes tight when your cunt closes and opens.
It's squeezing more. It's hard and tight."
"James, stand up, right where you are. Good... look at
me.
Talk."
"Your legs are spread out around mine. They're dangling
off the end of my bed. You are holding your bosom in your hands.
You're squeezing your boobies together, and your fingers are
brushing your nipples. You're flipping them with your fingers.
They're sticking out. You're sliding over your tummy, and
touching your clit. Your fingers dip inside you. You pull them
out and they're all shiny and wet. You're sucking on them."
"I'm tasting my arousal, James. While I play with myself
in front of you, turn your back to me. I'm looking at your
bottom. There's something there. It's white and hard. Back up
tight against my cunt so I can reach it. What do you feel?"
"I feel a hard thing between my buttocks. It's sticking
out of my buttocks. It's inside me, inside my ass."
"How did it get there?" The feeling of thickness
pulling
and pushing. It's Brenda's old vibrator, but I never played with
that! My hands jerk back for a feel as I realize that I have a
vibrator sticking out of my bare ass! I don't pull it out,
though!
"No, you leave it right there. It's deep within you,
like
I am, James." More touching sensations, then I feel the tingly
buzz as the instrument is switched on.
"Turn back to face me."
As the wand hums inside me, I watch Zarah spread her pussy,
pinch it closed, lick her fingers some more, etc.
"You don't remember our home visits here at all, James.
I
want it that way. But you'll remember this one, and soon I'll
show you more." The nipples are pinched and rolled around as I
stare down in confusion at her. "We've had several, and you have
become very well-trained. You forget when I command you. You do
many things with no hesitation or shame." Her fingers play on her
clit, over and over, and I watch her butt clench up. "Your
vacation time will be spent with a couple final lessons."
"Wait a minute, I don't HAVE a vacation now!" I
began,
feeling distressed and a little afraid of what I was hearing.
Get the picture? I'm standing between the legs of a
masturbating woman, watching her spread her juice all around her
belly and breasts, with a vibrator buzzing inside my ass, and I'm
trying a logical argument!
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"You phoned Jeff your boss three times to beg for it,
and
they gave it to you. They like you there. Also, it's about
time for you to have your own dominance fantasies stimulated and
fulfilled. Do you like that idea, James?"
"Yes, Mistress," hummed the vibrator, and I echoed
it.
"Of course you do... because of this!" And she removed
one
hand from it busy work, and revealed the little soap bubble
again. Her hand closed down on it, and it was gone. "Now I'm
turned on all over again... I think I want to climax while I
watch you. Bend down with your erection against my clit."
Oh yes, did I mention my hard-on yet? Well, there it was,
now held in Zarah's hand, being rubbed through her sopping hairs
(lightly), against her honey-glazed lips (harder), and now
around, around and around her clitoris. She pushed me subtly to
lighten the pressure, then pulled my hips up close again. I was
in a strained position, but the feeling of manipulation was such
a turn-on I didn't notice.
My arms braced me on the bed, with my face hanging over
Zarah's. Her features contorted, and the breath whistled
between her exposed teeth. Her free hand played with a breast,
moved to her mouth, or reached back and scratched behind my nuts.
I was turned on.
Zarah's face reddened, and she commanded harshly: "Stand!"
Up I stood, again viewing her passion-mottled flesh. "Turn up
your rod!", and I reached behind me (automatically? from long
practice?) and the vibrations shot straight through all my tubes
and membranes, right up my cock.
"Milking machine!" came the voice, almost screaming
now.
Milking machine?!? I barely had time to chuckle before my penis
was swamped with a powerful sensation as it stood out, pointing
up the axis of the stiffened, quivering form of my mistress. The
best I can describe it, it felt like an oily, tight rubber
doughnut or a small toy inner tube was being rolled continually
up the length of my stiff member. Then another slide, and
another and another, always rolling from the base towards the
glans, in an irresistible pulling motion to which my body eagerly
responded. My butt clenched up, my knees quivered, and I looked
down as I began to give forth my own treasure.
A drop of liquid, and then a few more. I bent backwards,
and grasped the exposed handle of the vibrator. My penis arced
upwards, and spat out a short streamer, which landed across
Zarah's neck, and as more spurted out across her body, she
mingled our fluids together, frosting herself with them. As she
watched my eruption, her legs were outstretched and their muscles
stood out. They pressed tightly and violently inwards, as if
trying to close, but were of course blocked by my lower legs.
They flew open, and again scissored together. Her voice rasped
harshly again, but her words were gentle.
"Oh, my lover, my sweet sweet lover, I make you come!
I
make you come and come all over me, and I come and come and
commmme..." Her voice broke in a kind of sob, then: "You may
turn
off all your machinery now." My dick shrank down, still drooling,
and the vibrations ceased to shudder through me.
"Now clean my body... clean all our thick honey, our
love
syrup, our thick rich cream, tastes sooo good... oooh, feels sooo
good, your tongue and lips. That's right, taste me everywhere,
yesss, in my hot hot armpits, yesss, get my neck too, lightly,
lightly, oooh, I'm still so quivery!"
I lapped and stroked and sucked and kissed like Little Mr.
Shop-Vac! My tongue felt like it was returning from a week-long
hike up and down the rugged slopes of Mount Zarah... but God
almighty! all the different tastes of her body! Her tart sweat,
my own bitter juice, the sharp tang in the hot crack near her
anus, and finally I was allowed to... to..."
"...to kisssss my mouth, James. Rest your tongue now.
Look in my eyes, and take my mouth. It is yours..." and her
swollen lips opened over glistening teeth, and I lay beside her,
and our eyes met and our hot mouths blended together. Forever.
Her huge eyes closed first, and then I could swoon away
too, wrapped in her care.
We awakened close to noon, and ate sandwiches. I was
told many things that long afternoon.
Zarah had indeed been with me much more than I
"remembered." Induced amnesia was one of her practices. "For
a
time, anyway, and then I allow my partners the option to control
themselves fully again. I like the confusion on your faces, as
you obey me without realizing it!"
Other times, the trance state was a turn on to view, just
as it was to me... just as it IS to me, I should say! for I have
yet to "outgrow" my lust to render my sex partners helpless.
But it had turned out that at least as strongly, I also
wished to pretend that I had no self-control of my own... that I
could be dominated in actions, as well as in thought or mood! I
say "pretend" because one of Zarah's ideas is that "subjects"
like me are only being assisted in acting out deeply-buried
fantasies, rather than being actual "victims," or unwilling
seductees.
As the day passed, I "noticed" subtle and obvious
clues to
Zarah's presence that I had earlier been "overlooking"...
things
like a camcorder on a tripod parked in one corner of my living
room... a shelf in my kitchen now crammed with vitamin bottles,
and in the bathroom, where I took a shower every morning...
"...An enema bag?!? I don't use those!" I stammered
yet
once more, then remembered... that vibrator stuck so deeply into
my asshole, without my knowing it!
"I have opened you up in many ways, my friend. You'll
learn about them as I choose. I am leaving you for a while now,
and will call on you after breakfast in the morning. Get out.
Jog, exercise, get a good night's rest. Eight solid hours in deep
slumber, that's my prescription for you! No, no more questions!
Tomorrow, James. I have another meeting with a young couple this
evening. We'll go there together on Wednesday, I think. Bill
and Teresa are excellent vehicles, and I think I'll let you take
charge a little bit then!"
My heart lurched.
"For tonight, you may watch this tape if you want to
see
some more of my methods from the 'other end,' as it were." She
held out a video, labeled simply: "47 - James M."
"I suggest you watch it with the sound off, otherwise
you're sure to drop into trance again to the sound of my voice!"
"Wait, now! Forty-seven? Do you mean to say that you
have
had forty- six other men?" I said, grabbing her wrist. "Wait!
You've gotta clear some stuff up, baby!"
Mistake. Her eyes widened and narrowed, in annoyance this
time.
"Nonsense, and that's my own business my dear sir.
Shackle!"
And at the word "shackle," she thrust my wrist back
against
the hallway where we stood near my front door. I heard a
"click," and found my arm was now stuck against the wall!
Before
my head could turn, she had pulled her hand away from my grasp,
grabbed my other arm and clicked it into place as well! My arms
were stretched behind my back where I couldn't see them. It hurt
a little, and it REALLY hurt when I tried to pull away!
"I think you're re-asserting a dominant role, and you're
doing it rather badly just now," Zarah said, "and at a most
inopportune moment!" I won't stand for bullying behavior at any
time, dear! I'll see you tomorrow."
And as I lunged against my manacles, she opened my door.
As she left, I heard her say, breezily:
"Ten minute shackle, James! Bye!"
Damn! I thought, she's turned my own home into a fucking
dungeon! I pulled as hard as I could, but I may as well have
tried to pull the apartment wall down. I could only shake and
jingle my fetters impotently as I slowly calmed down. Soon, I
began to think more coherently. Who was going to release me?
You know, of course, and I should have too, by this time!
When my arms suddenly dropped from behind my back, and I rubbed
my wrists, they weren't sore, or even red! The only items on my
wall were the usual photos... no chains or handcuffs! But I'd
heard them clank!... just like I'd seen that soap bubble, right
in front of me, real as anything. I had stuck myself to that
wall!
I wandered around, poking into corners and closets and
drawers. I pulled out Zarah's underpants, plain, sheer black,
with a black cotton crotch. I smelled them, I wore them, they
gave me a hard-on. I looked at her razor, and her birth-control
pills. Her shampoo. She had a couple of suppositories. I left
them alone, in fact, I put everything back. I decided to work
out. I ran seven miles, and took some laps at the "Y." I had
a
nice meal out, and returned home at seven-thirty.
The video tape still lay on the floor to my hallway, and I
picked it up. I took it into the TV, and popped it in the VCR.
I left the sound off, as I had been told.
It consisted of several short segments, all featuring yours
truly, and it felt really damn humiliating to see my own face
assume that slack-jawed, droopy-lid expression that I lusted over
in others! And I saw it many, many times on the tape, from all
angles!
SEGMENT 1: My face, in close-up. A finger is held in front
of me, and my eyes are following its tip, with a wide-eyed
stare. Up, down, around... my eyeballs strive to follow every
motion, but my lids are soon blinking rapidly, and as the finger
rises to touch my forehead, they roll right upward under closing
lids.
SEGMENT 4: I'm standing in my living room, facing Zarah.
She dangles a pendulum before me. My eyeballs track, and the
lids droop. Zarah moves around behind me. She lowers my
trousers, and plants a kiss on my backside. She leaves the
picture, returning with that vibrator. She's rubbing lubricant
onto it. She touches the tip to my crack, once, twice, very
lightly. My hands reach back, and pull my cheeks wide apart.
The instrument slips right up inside me, and now I'm led on a
sleepwalk around my floor... steered like a push-cart by Zarah
holding the protruding end. I have a monstrous erection.
SEGMENT 6: Shot from the open door to my bathroom. I'm
naked, standing nest to the tub. My arms are being held above
head by Zarah, and Katherine sits on the closed toilet seat. She
manipulates my member and sucks it, apparently not to a climax,
because she leaves it thrust out before me, and applies shaving
cream to my whole genital area. She is carefully shaving all my
hair off from around my cock. I guess Zarah "shackles" me,
because my arms remain straight up in the air even as I'm
protesting my shave. I wiggle my torso, but am "held in place."
Katherine takes hold of my balls, and I settle right down. She
strokes the razor gently and carefully over my crotch, and my
wriggling suddenly changes character. The cock jiggles a little,
then Kathy is stroking it with her shaving cream as I apparently
come into her hand.
As I watch this, my hand reaches in and encounters a short
stubble inside my underpants, instead of my usual tight curls. I
hadn't noticed that either!
SEGMENT 7: The camera is started and focused jerkily, as if
it's been turned on suddenly. I'm still "chained up" in my
bathroom, though I'm now standing in the tub. My face shows
distress, and weariness. The camera zooms in, and I lift my
head, and turn my back. A downward pan shows dark streaks down
the back of my leg. I have emptied my bowels right where I
stand, and the smeared stool lies on and around my feet, that
try to shake off the mess.
My face turns to the lens, and even without sound, I can
see clearly the words "please Mistress" on my lips, over and
over. There are tears. Zoom back. Zarah steps into the frame,
and my arms fall to my sides, as I obviously cry out in pain. How
long had I stood there, firmly chained to the unyielding air? Her
hand strokes my cheek, and I smile, and weep. My naked cock
rises up, untouched.
SEGMENT 11: A large room, holding some kind of party, about
eight or ten people all together. The group seems happy, and
there's lots of casual hugging and touching going on. I don't
recognize anyone on screen. Camera closes in and reveals some
kissing and fondling amongst various couples.
Some heads turn, and I enter the picture, dressed in formal
tuxedo, but no pants or underwear. My crotch is hairless. I'm
carrying drinks on a tray like a butler. A woman holds her wine
glass up, and taps it with a cocktail fork. I set down my tray,
walk to the center of the room, and begin to turn myself round
and round, like a top. I spin round and round, and my arm
stretches straight out in front of me, pointing outwards.
It's like "Spin-The-James," I guess, because I stop
suddenly, and the camera pans in the direction of my arm, to show
a girl in a halter top, who's now laughing and clapping. She is
helped to disrobe quickly by some other guests, who caress and
tickle her flesh as it all appears. Her breasts are fondled and
kissed by several others there.
Her companion says something to her, lowering his shorts,
and she kneels in front of his chair, and proceeds to suck his
cock. Her butt wriggles in the air as she slurps on his growing
erection, and into this fascinating scene I appear, still
tuxedoed, and I crawl up behind her, and bury my face right
between her ass cheeks! As the picture fades, her backside bucks
around wildly.
The tape ran out, but my thoughts ran on for quite a while
before I turned into bed.
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