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My final segment of this "fantasy" concerns my "graduation
ceremony," my last face-to-face encounter with the wonderful
woman who had been my mistress for so many weeks. I won't try to
self-analyze this tale, just to say that it happened as I am
about to tell you. It occurred five days after our joint venture
with Bill and Teresa.
Location: Zarah's motel office suite, in her back room.
Kathy was sorting through some papers in the front room as I
entered. She seemed to be busy packing some boxes, but I got a
bright smile, hug (and a highly personal squeeze) and hello from
the short, vivacious blonde "receptionist."
"Zarah says to go on back," she chirped.
I'd not been back to the actual bedroom before, where I'd
last observed Zarah and her two female "clients." It was just
a
bedroom, but a professional massage table and heat lamp stood
along one wall. It was draped with a sheet.
"Hello, good to see you." In fact she had stayed
away (as
far as I remembered) from my apartment since Bill and Teresa. Her
manner seemed rather cool. Her next words turned this impression
into something different.
"Katherine and I will be moving next week," she
said. "I
have booked a series of performances in California, and I've
spent the last several days making sure that all our "clients"
here understand that we may not be back for some time."
My emotions were indeed mixed at this news. First came
surprise, tinged with anger that I hadn't been told earlier. I
guess I thought I was someone "special."
"James, you know that it was our mutual needs that made
our
short time together interesting. You are not in any sort of
"love" with me, nor do you consider yourself as my "slave,"
Zarah
answered shortly. "You and I have done a lot of communicating
about which you have no specific memories right now!"
I had to agree that that was certainly true! The woman had
almost moved into my pad without my conscious awareness!
But the other feeling that I felt, I'm ashamed to admit,
was pure self- indulgence. I had used our relationship chiefly
to achieve sexual gratification, on levels I had only dreamed
existed! Menage, sex with compliant strangers, exhibitionism,
bowel and bladder control, to say nothing of dabbling in
bisexuality, all under the "protection" and "control"
of a mutual
"ringmaster!"
"Yes, and do you know that you stated the chief thrill
in
the last place, James?" came the reply, still in that weary,
semi-depressed voice. "Most of you are discovering your own
sexual liberation, using hypnosis as a shield against
embarrassment and hurt. Yes, yes," she continued, as I started
to object, "you are different in that the domination issue is
important to you. But do you realize that every single activity
we've acted and seen together is perfectly legal between
consenting adults? Were it not for social strictures, you all
could have been engaging in your lustful experiments all this
time without me!"
This was true! I really hadn't thought of it that in that
way before, but I might have performed any of these acts with
Brenda, Lily or any other willing partners!
"Correct, James. Now think some more. You all are
acquainted with others in our group. Some of your specific
memories will become hazy, and I have ensured that none of you
will ever be able even to WANT to blackmail another. But you all
live around here, and similar pleasures are merely a phone call
away!"
She was walking around behind me as I watched her in the
bedroom mirror. I saw her reach a hand towards my neck, then
felt her ol' Vulcan Mind-Meld take hold. She leant my head back
(unresisting as always) till I was observing the plaster ceiling
as my consciousness sharpened. I didn't blank out, but remained
docile as she caressed my face and neck. As I write this, I can
state that I know she was talking to me, but I don't recall
anything but a low buzzing murmur... my attention was kind of
roaming around counting the holes in the ceiling tiles, until she
roused me with a little kiss on the cheek. Everything returned
to focus.
"My back is bugging me today, James," she complained,
in a
manner that struck me as distant. "It must be from the packing."
"How about a back rub?" I offered. "I know
something about
backs."
She responded in a nonchalant fashion that put MY back up
a
little! "I'll tell you what to do."
She demurely turned her back to me, removed her shirt and
slacks, walked over to the table. I watch her ass twitch as she
climbed up and positioned herself face down on the sheet, saying,
"now no funny business, right? I need some muscles loosened, and
that's it!"
Strange! from a woman that had shared so many sexual
experiences with me. Nevertheless, I assented readily, and
opened the bottle of massage oil. She told me to let it warm in
my cupped hands before I began on her shoulders and upper back.
As I worked, she gave me fairly brusque instructions, just
as she often liked to boss me around, as to how to press, where
to roll my hands, etc. I enjoyed seeing her naked skin under my
hands, and gave myself privately up to fuck-fantasies galore. I
rubbed, circled, squeezed and kneaded just as she told me, and
bit by bit, she relaxed, and began to groan softly as I "hit just
the right spot" now and again. Once, I let my hands stray down
to the top of her buttocks, and she warned, "Watch it, James!"
but in a very mild tone.
Soon, all her muscles were relaxed, and between groans she
informed me: "that's perfect... just keep it up... don't stop
now," and remarks of that nature.
"That's good," she grunted. "I feel like...
like soft
putty... this is... so-o-o relaxing... just rub... you're doing
great!" My ears perked up. I was hearing signals in her tone
unlike any I'd caught before! It sounded as if let me run
things... or she wanted to pretend to submit for a while. What an
unexpected turn-on! I had to consciously steady my voice as I
quickly answered "You're the boss!"
"Of course I am... " she responded, but in a
distracted, offhand tone.
I turned on the heat lamp, and continued my ministrations.
Soon I tried moving her folded arms down along her sides, and she
allowed this repositioning with only another groan.
I very gradually began rolling my oiled fists further down
her spine with each pass, until I pressed her coccyx bone each
time. I also steadily lightened my touch, moving from heavy
pressure on each pass to lighter, more caressing strokes. Zarah's
breathing became deep and regular, and her body was motionless.
She was not talking any more, I noticed!
I stroked heavily down each arm in turn, from shoulder
blade, bicep, forearm and wrist, right off the fingertips. After
several of these passes I heard a faint whisper: "... Just...
keep... going... it's perfect... " Her eyes were closed.
I lightened my strokes further, and finally dared to lift
her arms away from her sides somewhat, so that I could observe
the sides of her breasts, pressing into the bedding. She was
limp and unresisting, and I began caressing her inner arms, and
her sides. As my fingertips brushed over and over her palms, her
fingers began to close up as if she were being tickled. I thought
I was sensitizing her bodily response more and more with each
stroke.
I moved back to her spine, and, avoiding her backside,
moved down to the backs of her legs, very firmly and
authoritatively pressing and kneading the muscles. No
resistance, but more sighing. My strokes changed direction,
starting at the knees and stopping just short of the base of
each buttock. After only a few of these, I detected a change in
her deep breathing. I lightened pressure even more, until now
each stroke was in reality a light caress.
"I can work better if I remove all clothing, Zarah,"
I
whispered. There was no reply but another soft sigh, so I
gingerly took the waistband of her black panties and slowly but
firmly slid them right down and off her legs. She was now
completely nude. I gloated over every pink inch of her,
especially those trim buttocks, whose muscles now appeared
completely flaccid. I was careful to maintain a continuous
stroking of her legs, and she was apparently too far gone to care
about her nakedness.
"Zarah, I'll just keep on massaging you now," I
said,
tentatively.
"... Yes-s-s... " came the low, dreamy whisper.
Her
acquiescence gave me more courage.
"I'll keep on with my stroking," I continued. "I
like to
stroke you, Zarah. It's very stimulating... this light
stroking... I can tell you like to be stro-o-oked this way too."
I tried to pace my voice to sound like her own, and Zarah gave
another soft "yes-s-s" in instant return.
I brushed oiled fingers and palms right up her spine to the
nape of her neck, pinched it gently, and slid back down, where my
thumbs found and rotated the dimples at the top of her derriere.
Finally, I let my fingertips brush, almost by accident, right
over her pink ass cheeks. After just a few of these, Zarah began
responding differently. Her buttocks quivered slightly, and the
glutei would occasionally clench up. Each exhalation of her
breath now brought a very soft sighing sound.
I maintained a soft vocal tone, talking about "stroking"
each time my hands passed over her length. I made my voice
slower and deeper in pitch little by little.
I gained confidence with every new inch of territory
gained. I started small fluttery circles and spirals up her
legs, and now, when I reached her ass, I found those delicious
muscles pushing back up against my palms. With each repetition,
this effect grew more pronounced. Her breaths were coming a
little faster now. I made more regular passes over her
buttocks, and as my teasing touch grew lighter, her upward
response became stronger.
My hands were eventually running all over her cheeks at
will, and they would follow as if magnetized. The taut pale
muscles pressed themselves more and more firmly up into my
circling palms, and her sighs had grown louder.
I pushed Zarah's legs back down flat onto the mattress.
They were still pressed together, and I began seductively
brushing along their outer sides. I tried talking to her again,
very softly.
"Zarah... ''
"M-m-m-m... "
"Zarah, what's happening to you? I'm stroking you now,
ver-r-ry softly... what's happening to you as I stroke you?
What's happening to your legs? What are your legs doing,
honey?''
"... feels good... " came the low answer.
"That's right, Zarah... I'm stroking your legs... stroking
and stroking and stro-o-oking... I can tell you enjoy the
feeling."
Sliding and caressing her thighs in continuous light motion.
"You like me to stroke those beautiful legs... I've noticed
how... magnetic my touch feels to you, hmmm? How there's an
almost magical attraction between my hands and your body... my
hands and your entire body as I stroke it..." I lightened up even
more now as I brushed fingertips along her knees, which
immediately quivered in response.
"Your body shows a strong response to my hands, honey,
almost a pull right into my hands, a strong pull... " and I
placed palms on butt again, and felt the upward thrust in
response.
"Yes, you feel it now too... a strong magnetism... stronger
and stronger, stronger and more powerful attraction... your legs
now... the strong response as I stroke your legs." I returned to
her outer knees, and watched in gratification as they quivered,
quivered again, and began to separate slightly!
"Yes, each loving caress is a magnetic stroke...
magnetic... feel the strong pull, the powerful pull under my
hands... what's happening to them now?" I tickled her outer
calves, and the legs widened a little more.
"... Opening... up... " Her tone was suddenly high
and
breathless, as she seemed to take on some little-girl persona.
"That's right, Zarah," I went on, now surer of my
dominance. "You feel your legs are opening at my direction.
Opening up farther and farther now... " I murmured, and soon her
knees were a foot or so apart. Again, she sighed deeply.
"Yes, you may give deep, sleepy sighs as I continue to
magnetize you... I love your deeeeep looose breathing under my
soooothing touch... my magnetic touch... it's more and more
strong, more and more hard to resist the magnetism... you feel
soothed and relaxed, yet excited by my touch, don't you, honey? I
love seeing your excitement... don't you feel helpless now?
Helpless to resist my touch?''
"... Oh-h-h" she gulped, "... help... less...
"
I changed to just a couple fingers on the inside of her
knees, and her legs closed. Back to the outside, and they
opened. I ran palms up to her hips, and they instantly raised
again!
"Yes," I intoned, "your body loves my touch...
you love my
strong hands to move you, guide you, magnetize you... command
you... command you... command.''
"... command me," came the faintest of moans.
My hands roamed everywhere now. I rotated her temples,
stroked her throat, which made her extend her neck, and brushed
the soft outer edges of her bosom. I pressed down onto a palm,
and as I lightened my touch, her arm followed mine up off the
table! I found her calf equally ready to lift upward, as one
hand made light contact with it.
Now, with her knees somewhat apart, I had a subtle and
captivating view of her splendid mount, and its thick curling
hairs. I maintained my touch and my patter as I moved around her,
peering closely at the fur-lined treasure waiting down between
her oiled buttocks. I wished to see more, and I felt more sure
of her willingness. I reduced my touches to one or two fingers
here and there, along a shoulder blade, around her ears, and her
flesh danced with excitement wherever it felt me.
I decided to go for broke, and now slid three heavy fingers
right down her spine and paused, pressing lightly right at the
top of her cleft. My other hand I cupped over her forehead. I
held her there, feeling my weight pressing her down. Her eyes
were screwed tightly together, and her mouth was open. She had
not moved her head in a while, there was a damp spot where saliva
had dribbled out onto the mattress.
"Zarah," I tried in a firmer voice, "Your body
responds to
me eagerly. I have only to touch you and your body obeys... You
want only to obey my voice and my touch." I slid lower, against
the upward thrusting of her buttocks, slid my strong fingers
further between her cheeks, down along her hot, furry channel. My
oiled fingers split her thick labia easily, and slid between her
cheeks, which only quivered, and offered no refusal.
The flat of my palm now reached way under her and cupped
her mons, lifting upwards lightly, and her ass surged straight
off the table as she breathed "yess... yesssss!"
I removed my hands and stood back ogling the arch of her
spine, the extreme tight curvature of her buttocks, and the
clenching and relaxing of her fists. I gloried in the film of
sweat that shone over her entire skin.
"You may lower your beautiful buttocks now," I continued,
in a very firm, matter-of-fact tone. "You may relax for a
moment... but only for a moment. Remain ready instantly to
respond again. Remain in your deep, obedient state. I want you
to acknowledge my control now. Please repeat... you hear only my
voice... "
"I hear only your voice... "
"I am your master."
"... You... you are... " she offered up a slight
hesitation, and I pressed her head and buttocks down again,
forcing some breath out of her.
"I... am... your... master."
This time the response was quick, accompanied by a long,
shuddery sigh.
"Yes. You are my master."
"Yes," I intoned, rewarding her surrender with another
intimate, slippery caress. "Feel my strong hand as your body
lets it sliiiide right over you. Now Zarah, I will allow you a
few moments to lie completely submissive and peaceful, knowing
that I will control your thoughts and actions as I wish. Remain
in your sweet rest until I command you further." With another
light stroke I left her there, legs apart, one knee bent
slightly.
In the outer office, Kathy's eyes widened as she took in my
my oily fingers and the flush on my face.
"I have to have a camera... the office camcorder!"
I
sputtered... "Zarah... Zarah's... come, please and set it up for
me?" I pleaded. She looked solemnly at me, then without a word
went to a cupboard. She brought back tripod and camera to the
bedroom, where she started at the sight of her boss in that
uncharacteristic position!
Still without a word, she set up and started the camera,
then climbed up on the large bed and just watched us.
Returning to the table, I reasserted my control over Zarah
effortlessly with a few fluttery passes, then positioned her
stretched out face- downwards, with her legs pressed together. I
made sure the camera could see every inch of her body. I
breathed softly into an ear hole, and stepped back again. I
rolled the table out into the room, so I could step behind it
and be on- camera.
"I can see everything, Zarah, al-l-l of your body is
mine
to control. All of your will is fixed on obedience and
submission... it feels so-o-o good to obey your master! Speak!"
I held my breath - was this carrying things too far?
"... I... obey... my master... " she droned, in
a drugged
tone.
"Yes, of course you do," I commanded. "And
now, Zarah, now
you will notice that when I speak about your body it will feel
just like the powerful, arousing magnetic touch of my hand. My
voice will touch you. I will demonstrate this to you now." I
knelt down and placed my head next to hers, so my face would be
visible on-camera.
"I will begin long, hot caress now... from your nape...
"
and I briefly touched her neck "... down, down, down your back...
that's it, the pressure moves right down your sensitive
backbone... pressing you strongly down, down, down deeper and
deeper into compliance... "
Sure enough, she arched herself as if in response to an
actual physical caress.
"Your arms are being stroked now, right down to their
fingertips... " and her fingers twitched and fisted up as before.
"Back dow-w-w-wn your spine, and now to a lovely light
brushing and cupping of your buttocks." They quivered with a
quick muscular contraction. "Yes, those globes are s-o-o-o
sensitive! Swirling, tickling, caressing and stimulating very,
very lightly al-l-l over your buttocks... your beautiful hot
buttocks... keep your knees together now!"
Her knees bent forward under her, pushing her buttocks off
the bed. I moved back around to pan the camera in close-up from
her tense face, right along to her tush.
"Continual delicious circling, circling, circling...
I own
your ass, Zarah... I possess every luscious inch of your
flesssshhh... give it to me, I will you to feel it!"
She was flexing visibly, ass circling in mid-air, as she
had when I was actually touching her earlier. One cheek
tightened, then the other, then both would stick up farther for a
moment, displaying her anus and the rear portion of her hairy
slit. I continued her arousal verbally, talking to her of her
obedience.
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Katherine was still... just watching, but her eyes were
large and moist in the lowered light of a bedside lamp. I moved
over to her.
"Is this alright for you, Kathy?" I asked. "It's
so
strong, I have to do it!"
She looked back at Zarah, and her hands began to slide
under her skirt. She turned her humid orbs to me, and whispered:
"In the drawer there, the top drawer, James!"
I withdrew a good-sized dildo, and handed it to her. I
watched as she fingered it suggestively.
I returned to MY subject... MY subject, with her butt now
humped up into the air!
"You are trying to keep your knees together, and yet
I can
see right between your hot cheeks! That's right, no matter how
hard you try and try to resist my power, you find that your
arousal is pumping hot blood into your very secret places.
Pumping and pumping right into them!
"Those very secret, private places are hot!" I chanted,
"hot and beginning to fill up. Yes, I see your moist, thick
flesh as it begins pouting and parting... You've never
experienced this thrill before, have you? To fe-e-l-l those lips
of your sex become plump... plumper... plump - er and plump -
er... say it, my sweet Zarah, say it!"
I was popping little breaths into her ear with each word,
and she responded: "... plumper... plumper... plumper...
plumper..''
"Yes, so hot and they push outwards, they're so deliciously
hot and plump, aren't they? There's no secret now, Zarah they're
pouting open as I seduce you and arouse your inner heat with my
power... "
And there they were as I returned to check the camera, her
inner labia swollen out dramatically, moist and reddish-brown
before my feasting eyes. I moved the camera to one side, and set
a fairly tight shot on her fanny. I removed my clothing, and my
erection was twitching as I moved up behind that incredible
sight.
Katherine's skirt had hiked up, and her thighs squeezed
together, as she ran her play penis over them, then slipped it
under her white cotton panties, rubbing it around. Her dampness
allowed her own inner engorgement to be visible to my fascinated
eyes. She twisted her pelvis against the seductive feelings of
her smooth, thick tool. It pushed the sodden material aside, and
poked and slid delicately across the top of her triangle.
I made sure that both she and the camcorder had a clear
view of Zorah's intimate organs, no longer intimate at all, but
brazenly outthrust.
"Yes, your knees are together, but your sex is wide wide
open now. I am right behind you. You will now feel the hot
head of my erect penis stimulate you even further. Feel it? I
will tease your plump pussy up and down... up... and back down...
spreading your hot, flowing arousal everywhere." I let my
twitching touch her at random all round her rotating ass.
"You hear nothing except my voice, my commands and your
own
pleasure sounds," I said quickly, because Kathy over on the bed
had plunged her tool quickly inside her, and now lay there
moaning as it stuck out from her pussy. She tapped on its end
occasionally, and squeezed her thighs together.
Yes, Zarah was ready... her voice urgent now as she
repeated sensuously, sort of to herself now: "Plump-er... plump
-
er... "
"Zarah, feel," I now ordered. "Feel all your
heightened
tension now, as waves of delicious moist tingling spread from
your cunt outwards!"
I inserted my cock tip into her, and was unprepared for her
instant reaction! Her rear pushed backwards right over most of
my length. She gave an almost inaudible whimper. She moved
forward again too quickly, and I stopped her hips to make sure we
both felt every inch of our throbbing contact.
I held her still, and watched as her lips stretched open to
admit my knob, then stared as her tight channel swallowed every
inch and my balls were dangling against those quaking muscles. I
saw that my pubic stubble, now growing back out but not yet curly
and soft, scraped her labia lightly.
"Zarah, obey me! You may enjoy one silent, beautiful
orgasm in ten pulse beats. Count them to yourself... you're
hotter and hotter... then come for me! Obey!" I shouted, and
gripped her cheeks, kneading her flesh.
When her internal quiver began, I held her motionless
against my belly. Her pleasure seemed to last for minutes,
fluttering against my rigidity, but before I could come, I
withdrew slowly. Her cunt lips remained fairly wide open as I
left her. I separated her knees by about two feet, and popped
out of the volcano. The air felt cold on my superheated
erection, but I had decided an a final course of action for the
video.
I showed myself to Katherine, presenting my slimy length to
her hungry eyes, and, still bearing her rigid intruder, she slid
down to the edge of the bed and presented me with HER privates! I
tickled her clit a moment, then pulled out her dildo, and gave it
to her to suck on. She slurped it noisily as I thrust into her.
She wanted a good fuck, but I knew I had only enough for one, and
Zarah was still waiting further attention, so I grabbed the dildo
back, and, holding Kathy's knees apart, gave it back to her fast
and strong. As she climaxed, I suddenly stopped the thrusting
motions, and simply tapped rhythmically on the exposed base of
her dildo. This caused her to thrash about and grab onto it
again. I let her finish herself off, quite loudly. Zarah paid
no notice.
I remembered Zarah's willingness to exploit my bowel and
bladder control for her own amusement. I had a brain flash. I
left and returned shortly with some towels, which I spread
between her legs. I brought a saucepan in from the kitchen, too.
I positioned myself at her rear, and was soon erect again. I
dipped my cock back into her cunt an inch or so, and rotated it
in a slow circle with my hand. I pulled out and slid around her
now-exposed clitoris a few times, then parked just inside her
twat again. She was moving again, pinned by my organ in mid-air.
"Zarah," I said, firmly, "Zarah, your body
is at my
command! All your responses are mine to command, aren't they!"
A
quick inner plunge and an equally quick withdrawal brought a
response instantly.
"... ah-h-h-h!... yesss... "
I continued stimulating her pussy and surrounding area with
my dick. I had soon reduced my circling motion to just one
finger. I rocked back and forth continually with my prick, but
remaining about the same depth.
"Zarah, you know my touch can relax you or stimulate
you,
can't it? I subjugated your will with my caresses, and I
stimulate your beautiful sex with just a word. Listen and
obey... listen and obey... focus all your attention on THIS
finger, Zarah... " My finger circled around, twirling lightly
about her ass, moving in closer and closer to her anus.
"That very tight sphincter is a muscle, isn't it? What
am
I touching now? Answer me!''
"... my... bottom... " came the whisper.
I corrected her with sudden stop of my prick, and she
gasped in surprise. I wriggled my fingertip all around the
puckered anus.
This muscle holds in the contents of your rectum, as you
know very well," I said. It is your anus. Say it!''
"My anus," came the answer, quickly. I resumed gently
thrusts into her cunt.
"Yes, of course. Your anus. You must answer immediately,
Zarah. Fe- e- el your reward... here is your reward from
Master," and I plunged in and out once again. She whimpered with
pleasure.
"Yes, the anus controls your rectum and your bowels,
Zarah... bowels... your bowels... ''
"Yes... my bowels... " came the breathless mutter
as my
finger roamed over her cheeks as if poking dough, and tickled
along her perineum leading to the brown hole.
"Bowels, Zarah... hear and obey my voice! Your bowels
feel
full right now, don't they? and you will find yourself needing
very soon to discharge your wastes... to let go... to lo-o-o-osen
those very strained muscles... "
My finger paused at her back gate, and I inserted just its
tip. As I continued to speak, I withdrew my erection.
"Just a little bit at first, you'll find a strong inner
pressure beginning to build. You soon realize your bowels are
full, fuller, and fuller as I speak to you... they are actually
packed tightly with hot brown solids, that will expand tighter
against your control, Zarah... more and more pressure... feel the
pressure building... resist as best you can!"
Soon, Zarah had lowered her hips to the bed to help her
control, and her mouth tightened up, trying to restrain the
feelings I was evoking.
I had stood up to adjust the camera angle again, when I
felt soft cupped hands roaming over my own ass, and a scalding
hot tongue force its way up my own crack! Katherine's surprise
assault distracted me only for a moment.
"You can't fight me, Zarah, you are attuned to my will
now!
You like the hot feeling, the knowledge that soon I shall allow
you to let go... let go soon, on my command... test your
readiness now, woman... You cannot move now!... You are
paralyzed... concentrate on my powerful finger... "
My index finger gently circled her exposed hole and slipped
further inside. She grunted loudly at the intrusion, and her
powerful sphincter clenched around my knuckle, but I continued
pushing, and slipped in to the last joint. I soon was causing
her to rotate her ass high in the air just with the movement of
my finger, and I felt her convulsive efforts to stay closed. Her
face was beet red, either from embarrassment or strain, I wasn't
sure which!
Katherine found me bending slightly to make her own assault
easier. Soon I felt sharp teeth nipping at my buttocks, and oiled
fingers slipping between my own defenses. I pushed backwards and
let her oily fingers slide up over my balls, and back along my
crack. She gently pushed her own oiled hand up to my prick. I
groaned.
Soon, under my fingertip I could actually feel the hard end
of a turd, trying to push its way towards Zarah's entrance.
"Wait, Zarah, you can't release yet... though you want to, you
won't be able to open and relax that sphincter till I say so!
It's so full, so ready, isn't it? The lovely, hot, hot pressure
inside your bowels? Tell me, Zarah!"
She spoke loudly now, unembarrassed in her need. "God...
I
have to shit... it's pressing inside, so much pushing... it's
hot... let it come out... please!" As I withdrew my finger
slowly, her anus was puckering and pursing up like a kissing
mouth, and the brown head of that first turd soon appeared in the
opening.
"What do you feel there at your opening, Zarah?''
"Ngnghh... a turd... can't hold it in much longer...
nghghgh... "
"Yes you can, because I leave you just enough control
to
make you wait!"
Each time she dropped her control, more and more of the
turd peeped out from her anus. Finally it had poked out too far
to be withdrawn, and a little hard lump was cut off, and fell
onto the towels spread beneath her.
My own lower half seemed to have been dipped in oil by this
time, as Katherine's teasing fingers slid everywhere. I wanted
my own release now, but decided to take Zarah in her ass.
"Zarah!" I now finished, "You are so tired
now, and I will
now let you relax your control... as I pull your cheeks apart,
wider and wider, wider and wider, the impulse to release will
overwhelm you. Your crack will open wide now. You must let
those long, hot turds push and thrust right out! Your body wants
to expel. Your hole will spasmodically release. You may l-
o-o-o- osen your bowels now, Zarah. Open them and release...
here it comes... letting go al-l-l that pressure... feels so good
now, Zarah... now!"
I grasped her butt, and slowly and rhythmically pulled the
cheeks wider apart. They softened and relaxed, but I felt her
belly tighten beneath her.
Instantly, the first turd thrust smoothly out of a wide
open sphincter, and her cracked voice bawled out. "Un-n-ngh...
un-g-g-h-h!" With each of my pulls outward, more and more brown
matter appeared, dropping down over her pussy hairs, and plopping
in lumps onto the towels. I released my grip on her ass to grab
the saucepan, but still her expulsions continued. She was now
moaning and sighing very low with relief.
I held the pan below and slightly behind her crack. I knew
that urination would follow, and sure enough, a bright stream
shot out backwards, as she lost all residual control. The
hissing was loud as the urine splashed into the pan.
Soon her clenching abdomen forced out the last small
dribbles from bladder and rectum.
When the flow trickled to a halt, I told her:
"Now, Zarah, relax now... there's just your beautiful
ass
right up in mid air - relaxing from your delicious release. You
will keep it way, way up in the air, while I clean you, and you
may tell me how it felt.''
"I couldn't hold back... I had to let go... I had to
give
up and let everything out of my bottom... it was looser and
looser... ah-h-h!" she sighed deeply, shuddered and became
completely limp. I cleaned her up with soft moist cloths,
Katherine helping, then suddenly decided I'd like to try
buttfucking my mistress. I wanted her clean inside, so I went
and got her enema bag, filled with warm water.
"Remain motionless, and hold in this luscious liquid,
Zarah," I commanded, and injected her bowels with the enema
probe. I left the nozzle sticking out of her asshole for a time,
focusing the camera extra closely on the sight. Then, at my
order, she released the liquid into the pan, and I repeated the
dosage a couple of times, until her output was clear. I then
dried her, to the sound of her deep, soft exhalations.
"Beautiful, Zarah, you relaxed, happy and ready for one
final climactic release. Prepare for your master."
I then paid tribute to her completely exposed beauty with
soft suckings, licks and kisses. I slid her down the table
until her rump hung over the edge of the pad. I lubricated my
cock with pussy juice and lotion. She lay panting but
motionless, as I slid my hardness into her pussy, pulled out, and
rubbed myself all around her glistening crack. When my cock
touched the anus, I was pleased to note an automatic loosening
of her muscle, and I slowly and gently pushed the tip of my dick
inside. I found that her distended rectum was quite moist with
natural mucus, and she gave way easily to my penetration. I slid
slowly and steadily in, in, in, and soon my balls were brushing
against her labia.
I rested there for a while, savoring complete dominance,
and then, reaching forward grasped her wrists, and tugged them
till her hands lay under her pelvic bone.
With my dick throbbing inside her empty bowel, I began
whispering arousal suggestions to Zarah, while stroking and
tickling her perineal area more and more insistently.
"You will now become extra, extra horny, lover... "
I
commanded. "Rouse yourself, Zarah... your rectum is completely
filled... it is stuffed, and your cunt is glistening with your
juices... feel that hot, hot cunt... that extra hard clit, poking
out from your lips... poking out harder and more sensitive from
those hot, sweet cunt lips... juicy... you're so very very juicy
that you must feel for yourself. Fe-e-e-el yourself... stroke
and tickle yourself while I stimulate your bottom again! I
command you to masturbate, harder and harder, Zarah... masturbate
now!"
I felt her muscles clench spasmodically around my cock as
she began to finger herself, and as she moved swiftly towards
orgasm, I held myself still and just watched and felt the show.
The buttocks impaled beneath my gaze were racked by tremors.
Katherine was now rubbing them with one hand, while her other
worked around my own crack.
Now Zarah's final climax let go, and the pressures and
squeezings of her sphincter on my cock were just unbelievable!
Her pelvis dropped flat onto her flailing hands, popping my stalk
out unexpectedly, even as my own pre- orgasmic liquid was
beginning to drip. My own legs trembled as I stood up on
tiptoes, rubbing myself along her crack, and Katherine jerked me
off, her own hand a blur as it slid up and down, and she tickled
my own anus unmercifully, actually trying to hook me into the air
with one crooked finger.
My dick could hold no more blood, and was painful!
And now my pumping began. A flare in my testicles! I held back,
held back, held back, then let go. My penis bubbled and boiled
over, flowing its thickened cream over Zarah's lower body as
Kathy flipped its bulb over and over in Zarah's taut crevasse.
Another small jet that felt like a quart covered her! and Kathy
now just contented herself with caressing my buttocks and
lightly pulling and milking out the last of my flow, spreading it
over the sweat-misted, softening curves of my mistress...
mistress no longer.
Zarah's arms were pulled from underneath her. I noticed
that her eyes had partly opened, unfocused, and that her softened
lips were slkightly upturned in a very small smile. I spread her
cheeks one last time, and gently paid oral tribute to her
submission, laving and gently probing her now-flaccid labia.
Zarah pulsed once again, and she sighed weakly as Kathy and I
slid her back up on the massage table.
"Zarah, my treasure, my teacher, my slave... you will
sleep, sleep and dream of me, and my farewell to you," I now
ordered. "Sleep deeply now, you may awaken when you are ready."
I told Kathy, who still caressed the totally flattened body
of her boss, to insert the dildo partway into Zarah's anus and
leave it sticking there. I left the camera and videotape to run
out, and dressed myself. Zarah would view it in future, I was
sure.
Katherine now clung to me, and I led her over to the bed.
I tucked her in, and she kissed me deeply, eyes shining, and
whispered, "I know I'll see you again, James, sometime! Zarah
will be back, and if she never does, I'll come myself!"
I left the motel. As I write these last lines of my
"fantasy," six years after that evening, I have not heard
from
either lady again. Much of it seems like a dream to me, and to
Brenda, Lily, Bill and Teresa and a couple of others. Yes, I
still see them occasionally. I am married now, to a wonderful
free-spirit (and good subject!) whom you have already met in this
account. My total preoccupation with hypnosis has diminished,
though we often semi-pretend with each other, to play-act that
one has enslaved the other.
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Since you've read this very long account, I assume
that it has given you some pleasure, some excitement... possibly
some intense moments that may have resonated within your own
psyche... To command, to obey, to pretend to command or obey...
all these powerful "control" issues can bring powerful pleasure
to those attuned to them. Perhaps you've been sitting in an easy
chair while reading... or reclining on bed or couch... perhaps
your own hand, or the hands of a loved one, have wandered into
your secret gardens, stimulated by some of the passages. Perhaps
you felt so strongly influenced by these words passing under your
scanning eyes, that you felt some sexual stimulation suffuse your
body, as your eyes would scan left to right, scanning left to
right... word upon word, sentence upon sentence, page after page,
as you felt yourself becoming more aroused and more aroused as
you allowed your gaze to scan automatically on and on and on.....
And now, as your eyes wander across my final words, back and
forth across the long long lines of letters, left to right... you
may feel with each scan and each drop that warm buzz in your own
lids as the eyes must drop down again. Your eyes scan along,
drift.. and drop another line, and they can strain as you feel
your eyelids scan and drop again and drop again to a new line as
you may feel them just droop down lower, that's right, and now at
the edge of this line your eyes may just drop down easily... each
time more and more heavily... the lids feeling heavier and more
and more heavy... drooping lower and lower and lower... and drop
those heavy eyes and those heavy heavy lids as you drift off
heavier and heavier now, soon your heavy burning lids may just
droop completely shut and you may hear your breath soften and
your limbs sink, and your mind focus and you can just strain your
eyes to focus... across the last... heavy... heavy lines... and
your eyes may soon close heavily, and you drop into an exciting
doze where your most intimate visions and dreams may be
realized.... here you go now... you can barely see these...
last.. lines... and you are drifting away... drift now and go on
and on and on and on
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