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This is more of _The Book_, a mind control story.
m/f non-consensual, go figure.
this simply remains an adolescent fantasy, and fantasies
are harmless until you try to live them out (without consenting
partners)
Oh yeah, any resemblance between characters living/dead/or even
fictional, remains entirely coincidental, remarkable, but
coincidental. Good? good.
Last chance, skip it or read it...
This is partly for jhs, who would probably roll in his grave...
_A Weekend by the Book_
section (b)
Saturday morning, a dreamy semi-spring day crept up on Bob. He
managed to get out of bed anyway. He knew the morning would give him
little time to get chores out of the way...
Bob could feel the detergent powder against his skin after putting the
bed clothes in to wash. The odor of sex had turned sour during the night,
and he had felt obliged to get his house into a more pristine condition
before Betty showed up.
Randi had left her panties and bra behind. He felt like a teenager,
finding forbidden fruit. He was going to stow them away to return later.
As he did, he noticed her fragrance had remained on the lingerie. He
hesitated for a moment, then put them in a plastic bag in the crawl
space. He didn't think Betty would explore there.
Musing, he considered the practicalities of Randi moving in as his slave.
Although she volunteered, he didn't see any practical means of keeping
her in line without 'adjustment'.
Not that he was bothered by the power he had over her, but it was
somehow more enjoyable when she *had* to cooperate without
manipulation.
Not that he'd ever be able to explain to Betty.
He turned on some music, an old Beatles album. About the time he heard
the line "she came in through the bathroom window..." the doorbell rang.
====
Betty was in the study, working on an art project. Sometimes when she
came over, it was to make use of the extra space his home afforded. She
lived in an apartment about 30 minutes away, so while convenient, it
wasn't exactly a trip she would make for only one purpose.
She realized that if she'd done this Friday night, she and Bob wouldn't
have any time together. She was somewhat pleased that the speakers
were fixed now too. She brushed something off her slacks.
Maybe, she thought, maybe Bob's the one. A real keeper, the 'Man of my
dreams'. He'd stopped pushing her about sex lately too. This was a 'Good
Thing' and to be admired, since it meant she could control that silly
activity if they ever got married.
She dismissed the whole stream of thoughts for now, since, after all,
marriage is a serious topic. She was still having fun with Bob, not ready
to be completely serious yet.
She struggled to straighten out the mat she had cut for her art.
====
Bob, in the other room, smiled to himself after eavesdropping on her
thoughts. Controlling sex was a trivial issue now that he could slip a
new chain of symbols into her nervous system.
He was satisfied with reading her mind at the moment. The time would
come to strip her of the misconception sex was silly. It just would
have to wait.
"How long is a china man?" he called to her.
"What?" he'd gotten her attention.
"When are you going to be finished?," he shouted. "I've some yard work to
do, but I might need to run some errands too."
"Go ahead, I could be a few hours. Then maybe we can go out for dinner!"
she called back. He shuddered, wondering what type of culinary horror
she would foist upon him this time.
He stepped out to the garage, getting the lawnmower out. Soon, he was
lost in the numbing vibrations, watching the clippings that escaped
through the gap between the housing and the ground. He contemplated
the fate of these small clippings.
====
He could feel people around him.
Betty, most certainly. But across the street he could sense the kids
playing on the swingset/kid fort behind the house. He could feel the
couple next door, working separately on household chores. Two
teenagers were hiding behind a garage making out. Mr. Graenspin two
blocks over had a whale of a hangover.
The drivers of cars passing by sent out mixed signals of braking,
accelerating. The mailman was frustrated by sorting the goddamn mail
for the twerps in 352, but he was looking forward to delivering to that
divorced Mrs. Lansing. A bicyclist was staring at the tire before him
rolling along the road.
The rolling murmur of mind voices started as a trickle but was starting
to roar. It was building to a shouting crescendo! Bob dropped to his
knees, clutching his hands over his ears and scream, at least he thought
he did. The book had done this! He hadn't expected to hear everyone at
once!
Seal them out, seal them out! The alien thoughts were pounding at the
gates of his mind... he had to stop them. When he could work in a few
thoughts of his own he imagined a curtain around his mind. He drew it
about that thing which was 'Bob' and closed in underneath.
The mass of minds quieted. He could still feel the plundering assault in
throbbing waves, a little like the water of a shower pushing the curtain
back. Realization dawned that his range had steadily increased and was
undergoing another enormous growth. What he needed was some kind of
filter, a bubble, some kind of shield he could selectively see through...
and as he thought it, the shield began to form.
He found he was kneeling in the grass. Certain the entire crisis had
lasted less than a handful of seconds, he continued to kneel, panting
from the released pressure. It would pass, but the exertion of fighting
off the effects of his power left him weak.
He had only a few more passes to make with the mower. He fought
through it tenaciously.
====
He'd gone in the bathroom to recover. Betty, who was still diligently
working, wouldn't disturb him in here. She seemed to respect some
activities as sacrosanct.
He stretched out in the tub, fully dressed and leaned back. There must be
a suitable way to relax after that experience. He thought his head would
burst like a bad scene in a horror flick.
The best relaxation he could think of was sex.
Well, with Betty here, that was out for sure. Then the glimmerings of a
plan came up from the cellars of his mind.
Testing his control of the shield he'd constructed, he looked in on the
neighboring couple. He couldn't remember their names, but he could find
out as he slipped into their minds.
The woman was easy to find. He was getting used to exploring women's
thoughts...
She was taking a breather, sitting on the edge of her bed. She wasn't bad
to look at, thought Bob, seeing her in the mirror through her own eyes.
Her brown/blonde hair was styled into a fluffy perm. Her face without
make up was attractive, high cheeks, narrow nose, expressive mouth,
with a round, smooth chin. Her body was athletic, not real busty, but
curved and rounded at the chest. From what he could make out of her
legs, she was sculpted nicely there too.
The decision came upon him, he wanted to make her, right now! It was
just a matter of how to go about taking her. Thinking of his remote
experience last night with his slave toys, the plan continued to grow in
his mind.
He insinuated a control over the woman, making her wait at the edge of
the bed.
Seeking out her husband, Bob slipped his consciousness into the man. He
suppressed the other man's self into a sleep. Bob looked at his new
hands, rough and callused from physical labor.
He saw he was in the man's workshop, and had been running a lathe. He
cut the power to the device. It took a little searching in the man's head
to sort out the layout of the house. In short order he was at the door to
the bedroom.
Before him, sat his lovely wife. Whoooops! Boy, did the native mind's
thoughts crept up on him. Bob sat beside her inside this other body,
turning her towards him for a light lip brushing kiss. She dropped her
eyes.
"Oh honey, it's the middle of the day..." Bob tickled the nerves to send
signals of mild arousal through her back, legs, arms and neck.
"I'll try to make it as though we've never touched before..." he whispered
into an ear he had lifted a wisp of hair away from.
She silently acquiesced to his advances.
Kicking his shoes off, he laid her back over the freshly made bed. She
set her arms above her head and allowed him to sink his tongue into her
mouth. Their tongues wrestled. Occasionally, he sucked one, then the
other lip between his own, striving to created the physical sensations
he could feel she craved. With fingertips afire, he traced the muscles
of her neck. He followed the same path afterwards with the tip of his,
er, her husband's, tongue.
After a moments pause to contemplate her engrossed expression, he
carefully unbuttoned the first of her blouse's buttons. The skin exposed
by this was treated to a gentle nibbling by his lips. Tactile sensations
flooded outward from each spot he touched. He could feel the surge of
excitement radiating within his own, er the other man's, body as well.
Another button, another worshipful engagement of skin. He undid the
third button, exposing the clasp of her bra. As he finished the skin to
skin communication this time, he undid the bra's clasp, but stayed his
hand from curling back the clothe.
By now she was squirming with luxurious joy. It was quiet, she, unlike
his other recent conquests, was remarkably silent in her repose. When
he pulled back the sides of her blouse, she began to pull it off herself,
but he stopped her. She allowed him to roll her sleeves down from the
shoulders one at a time, and as he did, his lips and tongue came to
explore the newly exposed skin. She finally release a single low moan.
Bob reached across with a sliver of thought an magnified the sensation
for her. He could see within her that she no longer had any control over
her responsiveness.
Speeding the process a bit, he pulled her shorts away, leaving her clad
now only in a partially opened bra, and her panties. Edging a hand down
into the back of her panties, he brushed the backs of her cheeks. They
clenched together under his hand beginning a hip motion of incredible
delight to Bob.
The nameless woman before him watched his own motions as he stripped
himself of the clothes he'd worn into the room. Moving on her own, she
cupped his erect cock, a fairly normal size, in her hands and performed
some of her own worshipful contact touches. He lay on his back and she
began to trace her tongue all over him, with sensual little nips at his
nipples.
She tossed the now useless bra aside and putting her two slender legs
together, she slid the panties off over her knees, ankles, then toes. He
could see the panties were drenched. Undressed, the view of her was
glorious. Her pussy hair was short and curly, forming a vase shape over
her crotch. Her tits were little more than an handful, with erect pointing
nipples begging for attention.
He reached out to caress them. She slipped her lips over his prick. The
tongue gently tickling the head of his prick, she took little nips at the
skin along the length. He was surprised how agile she was at this. Then
she vacuumed the entire length right down into her throat! He strained
not to come yet. She began to turn this into a serious problem, diving up
and down a few times, pausing, then repeating the performance.
On one of her thrusts, with penis lodged deeply in her throat, he loosed a
torrent of come. He could make out the swallowing muscles on the side
of her neck.
She sat up and smiled, licking any remaining drops from her lips. There
was a self satisfied, somewhat superior look on her face.
Not to be completely outdone, he turned her on her back and lifted her
hips. He started nibbling at her thighs, creamy soft on the surface, strong
and well exercised thighs. Working his tongue amongst the folds of skin
between her legs, he rapidly found the little boat her slit enfolded into.
There at the apex, was the knob of flesh he was seeking. Bob added a
little stimulus to the already twitching nerves, a surge of pleasant
symbols tickling in amongst the others her body already was producing.
Holding her hips up, he worked around so his host's balls hung over
her face, her knees resting on his shoulders. This exposed her ass to
penetration by his fingers. Feeling the apprehension at her ass being
invaded, he found the symbols in the nerve stream were countering the
gentle brushes his fingertips were making. He eased the pain symbols
out of the stream, and suddenly the arousal increased accordingly.
With the backdoor open to his gentle touch, he lubricated his fingers in
her cunt to a growing stream of quiet suppressed moans. He continued to
lick the lips of her cunt, but began sliding first one, then two, then
three fingers in passed her sphincter.
To his delight she was trying to press the fingers in deeper. By now she
had found his cock hanging before her face enticing. He was being
sucked, nibbled and licked back to stiffness.
Finally, hard again, he stood on the bed. Continuing to hold her hips up
off the bed, he entered the darkest cavern she held. He pressed his hosts
cock into her anus until his balls rested, nestled between her ass
cheeks. She, lost in her new sensations, went into overdrive.
She pummeled her ass against him, seething with desire to suck the rest
of him into her rectum. He reached down and began to brutalize her
nipples, now raging with a sensitivity to the surge of pain/pleasure that
drove through her tits to her throat.
"Gaaaaaawwwddddaammmnnniitt!" she burst out from her throat with all
the pent up lust contained in their actions. "FUGMEEEEE!" as she worked
through the wild thrashing and to her climax.
He pulled out of her ass and entered her now steaming pussy. Wet and
surging, her muscles squeezed the invading prick, causing another
spreading ejaculation. He was able to unleash another flood, enough so
that the new made bed would require changing again.
"unnnghh..." he muttered. Looking at the doll like woman before him, he saw
she was wasted from her exertion.
"You never made love to my ass before, sweetheart." she whispered in
oblivion.
"I told you it would be as though we'd never touched before..." He let the
man, his host, collapse. He planted a memory of this pleasant experience
behind and looked up at the shower curtain. Oddly, his own body felt alien
to him on returning.
This time Bob hadn't messed himself. He was completely thrilled at the
remote control sex he'd orchestrated. He felt refreshed from the
experience, not burnt out. And Betty was still working away downstairs,
none the wiser...
=====
They'd ended up at an Italian restaurant. It was a well hidden place named
Lorenzo's. The checkered tablecloths covered small tables crowded
together in such a way as to prevent two people from sitting back to back.
He ordered the Fettucini, she ordered Linguini in Clam Sauce. While they
waited for dinner, the waiter had left bread sticks for them.
He wasn't feeling very talkative, so Betty had let him be so far.
He watched with interest as she picked up her bread stick, slipped it into
her mouth and pulled the little seeds off by pulling the stick out of her
mouth. She had to repeat this several times to get all the seeds off. Then
she'd turn it around and work on the other end.
When she found several seeds remained, he found, she began to use her
little pink tongue to wet them down so they'd pop loose.
The images of bread sticks licked seductively, plunging them in and out
of her sweet lips, left his manhood strained against the crotch of his
pants. He determined it would be a bad time to stand up.
She was as deep in thought as he and was, as he watch, closing her eyes,
and opening her mouth a fraction of an inch. He found he could spot her
teeth closed lightly on the tip of her tongue when she did this. It
infuriated him to know she insisted on waiting until they got married to
share any real intimacy.
He wondered if she knew about the little turn on motions she made, or if
it was all just a part of her mannerism.
And wondering was the same as acting, for in an instant he had a thread
into her mind.
She was considering the wisdom of having expresso after the meal. She
knew it would keep her up most of the night, but she liked the strong
coffee flavor after pasta. She could tell Bob was tense, but why, she
asked herself.
He had been fine around the house, she thought he was developing some
real talents for property upkeep. In fact when she'd gotten to his house
this morning, the kitchen was spotless. She could almost believe he'd
spent much of the evening cleaning last night.
She enjoyed having him treat her well. This dinner was excellent,
although she really should have insisted on the Thai cuisine she was
more interested in tonight. He hadn't quite allowed her to manipulate
the decision as smoothly as usual. Somehow she miscalculated his
willingness to yield to her wants and was surprised when he hadn't
given in when she agreed to Italian. The ploy had always worked before.
She would make him take her to a movie. This would help both of them,
she decided. He'd lose the tension he was displaying with a nice
dramatic romance movie, she was sure. The care and feeding of Bob, she
thought, I'm becoming the expert.
Annoyed, Bob withdrew the thread. He should have realized there was no
conscious effort to be sexy, seductive or mildly enticing on her part.
She was above such things in her own mind. A touch manipulative, but
she wasn't aware of those little sex cues she sent out in body language.
Maybe he should re-evaluate the relationship with her... no, he should
just modify it a bit. He grinned.
Betty took this as a sign he was perking up. There was no way for her to
know how this would change her life...
====
They were at the movie. It was some poor excuse for an artsy dramatic
romance. He was bored.
If only the flick had a touch of humor, rather than drowsy monotone
conversations, he might enjoy it. He liked romance, even tear jerkers,
but not painfully dragging ones. The only thing worse would be watching
nothing but TV commercials for two hours running.
So he began to scan the near vicinity for interesting minds to explore.
A narrow trail of thought wandering the neighborhood almost escaped
his attention. Not really thought, but in the spectrum he saw the
symbols in. It was narrow and straight, a bright beam of thought energy.
But Bob couldn't sense any symbols within the path, rather maybe he
could. It looked like a simple imperative demand for a subconscious
response, a sort of feedback ping.
Watching it closely, Bob concluded it was traversing a circle, not unlike
a radar. He traced back towards its source, but the closer his own probe
reached for the source, the harder it was to dodge away so the beam
missed him.
A quick jab at the heart of the beacon gave him a view of three men
sitting with a stack of electronic gear. He pulled back just in time not
to come in contact with the beacon... Could these be the 'hunters' from
yesterday's encounter?
He jabbed out and back again, trying to pull an impression from one of
the men. He no sooner established contact than it was over. There
wasn't any way to learn from this without being trapped in the
mysterious beacon. Where were these guys at least?
Then the beam stopped sweeping. He could sense they had locked onto
something. He pushed in again to see what he'd found. Tapping into the
senses of one of the men he found himself looking on as another pulled a
wirelike helmet over his head.
"Probably another guy, figured out he was telepathic, screwing anything
in skirts he can find." he heard a voice.
"That or some jerk, just taking things away from other people. They get
that way when they figure out no one can stop them. Usually, the
property branch can pick them up just by following the weird police
reports. You know, 'I lost my car- I gave it away, but I don't know how or
why', some Sparks got no imagination."
"Yeah, but it can go for months without one of the creeps popping up."
"The naturals are rare, ya know. You ain't gonna find large numbers of
them."
Bob realized the man he had probed was a trainee and the explanations
were for his benefit, so to speak. Two great coincidental events!, the telepath
popping up just now, and a newly indoctrinated trainee to delve for info.
He dug in for information from this man. These were the 'hunters', he
was sure. They were trying to find telepaths. No big surprise so far. They
worked for some kind of super secret research project. It was vague,
vaporous even, the mystery source of funds and the authority behind the
project.
"My god!, its a woman!" One of the hunters exclaimed. "There aren't many
of them at the institute. The White Coats always wants another to study,
we may get a bonus!"
Suddenly interested, Bob determined this woman was one telepath that
would slip free of their net. First, with speed he didn't know he could
muster, he traced down their scanning beam, finding the woman.
{Flee, conceal your talent!} he sent.
{Who} she radiated {where are you?}
{hunters follow} he threw out cryptically {they'll catch you.} He
pulled her home address from her mind before slipping back to the
hunters.
He quickly realized he'd made some kind of error, there were all kinds of
alarms going off. The trainee was fumbling with a small electronic
device, trying to get it over his right ear.
"hurry, we can't let her know anymore than she already does!" The other
man was helping the trainee. Suddenly, there was no one there for him
to read. Three lumps of emptiness he could feel but couldn't penetrate
had taken the place of the hunters he'd been watching.
Allowing himself to snap free, he found his constructed defense
personality had escorted Betty back to the car. My, he thought, it's nice
to be able to do two things at once.
====
Back at the house, he invited her in for a cup of Java. It was rare
for him to do this, but not unusual. He knew she'd insist on tea though.
"Oh Bob, I'd love to come in, but how about tea rather than coffee. It is so
much better for you at the end of the day."
She swept into the kitchen to start the water. Her hips moving with a
grace he'd admired before, but now he knew for certain how unconscious it
was on her part.
He only turned on the one lamp by the window. And he settled into his
favorite chair to wait Betty's return. Tonight he was determined to have
his coffee. He slipped a suggestion into Betty, the first he'd ever made to
Betty, that it would be a nice treat to make coffee for him this time. That
he'd be more malleable to her manipulation if she did something for him.
He could see her mind fight against the idea, eventually yielding before it
despite counter arguments from within her psyche. Egocentric little bitch,
he reflected.
She came out of the kitchen with two mugs.
"Surprise, I made your coffee anyway, but don't start a habit of drinking
this stuff at bed time, I won't stand for it!" She announced, presenting
herself as the authoritative decision maker. It was time for this to
change, he decided. He made a small adjustment, a little series of symbols
to magnify the importance of his opinions in her mind. To back it up, he
added a little program to make her question her own decisions whenever
they affected other people.
"Actually, I believe a cup of coffee is superior to tea late in the evening.
Helps keep you alert for those end of the day thoughts."
"Yes, yes. I suppose you're right." She confirmed smiling at him as though
her agreement was natural. She curled up on the floor, about six or seven
feet away from his chair. He watched her hover over her tea, sipping it
reflectively. Her head was bent slightly, and with the angle exposed to
him, he could make out the lines of her muscles and the supple skin from
her hair line to her shoulders. Her hair, draped as it was across her
shoulder, reached to her lap.
He realized his reluctance to adjust her was fading, knowing just how self
centered she was. He was tempted to turn her into a little nymphomaniac
and set her loose in a football team locker, but no...
Bob put aside the coffee mug, and sidled up against her on the floor.
Startled, a bit, she looked up at him.
"Yes?" she spoke, as though the presidential debates was under
discussion.
"Shhhh," he whispered. Bending his own head forward, he made a first,
almost puritanical kiss on her lips. He followed with a second, less
reserved entry in the same place. She allowed his tongue entry, but
didn't make any motion towards improving the embrace.
Leaning his forehead against hers, "come on Betty, open up a little bit,
enjoy some tenderness."
"Bob if this is leading to another discussion on sex, you can just forget
it right now!" He teased the nerves of her pussy and clitoris a touch.
>From below he could see her body was already pushing a strong desire
up from the waist. He was stung by her venom, not the words, and
another discovery, that she was suppressing the heat herself from some
unconscious source.
"Relax a bit Betty." he commanded twice, with his voice and also with
the now all too familiar symbols from the book. She eased back,
emotionally.
He put her mug aside, still within reach. Then pulled her face gently to
his own, giving the best kiss he could bring from within himself. She
reluctantly cooperated, but didn't display the same passion.
He began to seek out the source of resistance from her mind.
Tracing back the streams of suppression into her unconscious, he found
the image of a little girl and a towering woman. The woman was
shouting about the evils men do, the horrors of submitting to sex, the
terrors of marriage, men must be controlled! He recognized the little
girl as Betty. Who was the woman though? she only bore a superficial
resemblance to Betty.
He formed an image of himself next to the little girl, staunchly
receiving a continuous lecture.
{who is that?} he whispered to her.
{That's mama, she knows everything.} replied the child worshipfully.
{Oh} He began to form another image of the woman, right next to the
first one. She began to lecture on the evils of self righteous behavior,
failure to live your own life, trying to run the lives of others. He
grinned. It might not be consistent to apply this debate to him, but it
might diffuse this fear Betty had of sex.
He hoped.
Slowly at first, but more quickly after a moment, the towering women
began to shrink and the little girl image began to fade into a more
mature image, more like the grown woman he knew.
He withdrew from her unconscious, and was pleased to see her body was
beginning to respond to the lusty necking session.
It was time to take the next step.
He pushed her onto her back, and began to shower her face and neck with
little kisses and love bites. Her lovely hair splayed out behind her head.
He brought a hand along the expanse of her shoulders, and drew it down
towards her breast.
"Please, Bob, don't" she whispered, following with a slight whimper as
his palm drew over the nipple. "oh!"
He concentrated on caressing the underside of her chin and neck with
his lips while he teased her breast with the most whispered touches.
"oh, Bob, I, I, I shouldn't. I can't, aaah, oh no."
"You are overdue, little child, and you will find no better man to yield to
than me." He allowed himself a touch of ego for the moment.
Watching her face, he began to unbutton her blouse. She turned her head
away, a tear, from confusion, drew a line across her nose.
He reached under the blouse to feel her tit. He was still massaging over
the fabric of her bra, but the nipple had become erect. Taking the tip
between his forefinger and thumb, Bob rolled the nipple tighter.
"Ooooh Bob." Her hips had begun to writhe against his legs. She let out
another reluctant moan.
He stood up slowly, lifting her in his arms. She draped her arms over his
shoulders, around his neck. She burrowed her face into his armpit.
"No, Bob, no, please let me go home. I can't do this."
He ignored her plea.
He carried her to the bed, placing her on her back. She looked away as he
stripped off her blouse and bra, but moaned whenever he flicked his
tongue around her nipples.
She was still putting up a week resistance as he undid her pants and
drew them off of her glorious legs. He always did get a thrill from
admiring her well turned ankles. So he spent a interval providing a
teasing tongue lashing to those newly exposed appendages. She
whimpered and sighed, apparently uncertain what to expect.
He stepped out of his clothes, and lay alongside the nearly naked woman.
She didn't exactly refuse his embrace as he re-initiated the exploration
of her lips an mouth, but she wasn't enthusiastically joining in either.
Bob slipped another little control into her, pushing the hesitancy aside,
pulling her excitement forward. She started to make a few affirmative
actions on her own. Her hands started to trace across his chest,
exploring the handful of curly black hairs, discovering the shapes of his
nipples.
He reached for her crotch, finding her panties were still in place. They
were skimpy, and showing a little age, holes in places near the elastic.
He hooked his fingers in them and ripped them away, eliciting a startled
gasp from Betty. Smiling, he worked his hand down between her legs and
cupped her womanhood.
"Bob, this is, Bob, we shouldn't, Bob" she was muttering, barely
comprehensible.
She wasn't aware that she no longer had any choice. Even if she resisted
further, he had determined what he'd adjust, and how, to enforce her
cooperation. This didn't prove necessary, however, and she plastered her
body against him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.
Disengaging his mouth, entering her cunt with a finger, gave her a
wicked, possessive look.
"Want it, or not, Betty, I'm taking you tonight. You will be my
property from now on." she pouted at his pronouncement, "You will
remain my chattel, and you will agree before you leave."
"But," and she loosed a groan of unadulterated lust, thrusting against his
fingers, "ooooh Bob!" He could feel the wave of lust washing her insides,
and along with it a sense of shame over her lost control.
Bob reached inside the bedstand drawer near at hand, pulling out a
condom. He'd gotten these yesterday just for Betty. He knew she
wouldn't be on the pill, but he wasn't going to let her escape his
penetration tonight.
"Watch now, you may be asked to do this for me later, and you wouldn't
want to make any mistakes." She watched as he rolled the latex mitten
over his erect penis, licking her lips anxiously as he did. He was
uncertain if she was worried about his entry or getting it right later.
"Oh Bob, your thing is so big." Her eyes were open as wide as he'd ever
seen them.
"Cock, Betty, say cock, or prick, or penis, or meat, or tool, or... Well,
Don't call it a thing, not ever again."
"Oh!" her eyes were wide open at the tone of command in his voice.
"Spread your legs now, wide enough to let me get my body in between."
She pulled her knees up towards her shoulder, craning her neck to see
what he planned to do. He moved his cock along the tender lips of her
cunt, teasing her a little. She gasped out a sound of mixed surprise and
pleasure, followed by little panting noises. Her hips seemed to try to
reach for him. He started to push into her recessed opening.
"Aaaah, Bob, I forgot, aaaahh." He paused a moment, to let her speak.
"You see, Bob, I've never, I mean, you know."
He smiled, "I already know you're a virgin, Betty." Her eyes showed he'd
understood, and she nodding affirmatively. Then he inched his way in,
pressed against an obstruction he'd never encountered before in sex.
She was his first virgin, although he was determined she would be only
his first. She squealed in sharp pain as the hymen snapped. After a few
more strokes though, she was in ecstasy again.
"ooooh, Bob!" was followed by incoherent moaning and an occasional
whimper. He took his own time, because he liked watching the series of
pleasure/pain faces she was making. <gggnnnnh!> she was heaving
herself against his penis, attempting to drive him deeper. She suddenly
went wild, lunging her hips, thrashing her head from side to side until
the long dark hair he admired covered her face.
His come started to flow internally. His eyes clenched he pulsed as the
tide of orgasm leapt within and erupted from his cock. She screamed
with delight from a wrenching orgasm of her own.
Probably, he reflected, her first and only so far. She came down from it
quickly enough, still panting from the physical release.
He rolled off and out of her. He patted her thighs before he got up to
dispose of the cum filled condom.
"On Monday, you go to your OBY/GYN and get a prescription for the pill so
we can do this any time." he announced. She simply nodded, and curled up
in pleasant repose.
====
He had gone to the bathroom. She was grinning at him when he returned.
"I made that pretty difficult to get to, didn't I." she was trying to re-
establish some kind of control. He could tell, and wasn't having any.
"As I said earlier, you are now my chattel. My personal property. Do you
know what I meant?"
"Not entirely, but I'll be your property if you'll be mine," she offered,
trying to entice him to relinquish some of his control. If she'd made an
offer like this two weeks earlier, he might be making wedding plans
with her right now. She was still egocentric, and he had already laid the
program in place for her change in attitude.
"No, I think you will become my pet. A sex slave and lover. My property
to use or dispose of as I will. You behaved very badly making me listen
to you whimper that we shouldn't screw. Now I think you need to be
punished."
"But," and he could clearly see in her hesitation the internal questioning
of her own views and justification of his. Her shame at the behavior she
still thought of as slutty also rose. Who better to punish her for
enjoying sex than Bob. "ohhh!"
"Why don't you take the cover to the laundry, right now, and get the
blood you dripped off?"
"But Bob, it's midnight!, I've got to get home or I won't get any sleep!"
"You're staying the night. In the morning, I want bacon and eggs, say an
omelet, ready by the time I get out of the shower."
His change in demeanor had her stumped. But she apparently felt his
assertions were appropriate. She folded the cover into a mass she could
carry and took it, stark naked, to the laundry downstairs.
He turned down the sheets and allowed himself a short nap while she
worked.
====
Bob felt Betty watching him with tenderness.
She had the cover folded on her naked lap as she sat on the edge of the
bed. He could sense within her a thought he hadn't planted intentionally.
She had developed an obsession for him. Seeking inside her the source of
this obsession led him back to the source of resistance he'd dissolve
earlier.
Instead of the towering mother image before the little girl, there was
now a towering image of himself speaking to the grown Betty who was
virtually worshipping at his feet. The image was telling her she was
his property, she had to do as he said.
He withdrew the probe and opened his eyes. Well, he thought, interesting
that she needs an internal governor to keep her content. Now that she's
rid of mommy as a moral monitor, she'd selected him instead. Good
enough for now.
"Put it over the bed and get in. I want to sleep now." She nodded and
slipped between the covers. He felt her nestle her bare little tush
against his flaccid organ. He reached around her to cuddle her, cupping
one of her tits in his hand.
Shortly, he slept again.
====
He awoke, finding Betty with her eyes open. She didn't seem to want to
move, since he still had her wrapped in his arms. She smiled as his eyes
connected with hers.
"Good morning." she whispered, as though the neighbors might hear.
Little did she know, the neighbors were likely to be too busy with each
other to care if she stayed overnight.
"Mmmm, yeah." He untangled himself from her and looked at the clock.
"Well, I gotta get up. You can make breakfast, just the way you are."
Her face fell the tiniest bit, but perked right up again.
"Right away!" she zipped out of the room.
Bob took another slow, sensuous shower, enjoying the water's warmth.
He got himself thoroughly cleaned up, shaved, and dressed. When he got
downstairs, Betty had managed, even naked, to get the table set, make
the omelet and bacon he'd ordered last night, and clean some of the
associated mess in the kitchen. Good girl, he thought.
"May I get dressed now, Bob?" she inquired. Her dark hair was tickling
the top of her ass, and where strands of it dropped down the front, it
almost slipped into her delectable little pussy.
"Ah, no, I'm enjoying the view." he muttered, wondering if he could hold
his urges back until after he ate. She shrugged and sat at the other plate
she'd put out.
He added some salt and pepper to the omelet, and began to eat. She
waited with her hands in her lap.
"You may eat too, I wouldn't want you to go hungry." She gave a wanton
look at him and began to dig in.
"Now, this week I expect you to start the process of moving in here. And
I don't want any little nonsensical garbage taking up too much space, so
check with me if you've any doubt what can stay."
"Oh, really!, I can probably move everything in by Wednesday!" She was
now rather gleeful as she attacked the bacon. He hung on every glimpse
of her pink tongue darting for the corners of her mouth.
"And you'll help Randi move in too." he added. The seemed to shake her
like a thunderbolt!
"Who?"
"Randi, another sex toy I own, a lot like you, only I think she likes
girls a bit."
Apprehension overtook the naked girl, she was suddenly trying to cope
with the concept of sharing him, and possibly fending off the advances
of a predatory lesbian!
"She's very nice, I assure you. The two of you will get along
famously." He added, watching her struggle with his evidently
superior opinion against her childhood trained fears. He threw in
something else to get her mind on something else, "I'd like you to
try harder to wear sexier outfits around the house too."
"Okay Bob, if you'd like that, I'll see what I can do."
Soon he'd finished eating. He pushed his chair out and watched her clean
the plate before her.
"Since you are being so helpful this morning, you'd better take care of
another little detail right now."
"Oh, what...?" she looked puzzled. He beckoned her to him.
She had the same sexy walk without the encumbering clothing although,
he felt, some concealment added a touch to the effect. She stepped to
him and brushed her hair back over her shoulders.
"Kneel down." still puzzled she did, "now you are going to blow me."
Shocked, she shook her head with terror, as though he was about to
throw her to wild tigers. He grinned.
"You will do this for me, but since you are frightened, why don't you
tell me what scares you about going down on me."
"I, I just couldn't take your th.., cock in my mouth! Its dirty! and,
er, disgusting..." He eased each of her fears aside within her, as
she mentioned them. Taking control of her volitional muscles he began
bringing her lips to his prick. He pushed the control to the point her
lips opened and that favorite little pink tongue he liked to watch
snaked out and slid across the head of his organ. Gawd, that felt
good.
"I, <gulp>, can't do this. It, <slurp> its vulgar!" She said between
licks. He firmly took a handful of the long dark hair in his fist,
holding it so she couldn't move away. Not that this was necessary,
but it felt so good to hold while he fucked her tender face.
"You'll do it, and probably find you like it." a fact he was sure of,
although he didn't enforce this enjoyment on her part yet. "Open up a
bit."
Taking the head into her mouth she rolled his cock between both sets
of teeth. She was still somewhat repulsed at this demanding method of
entry to her body, but she was showing determination to please Bob.
"Eventually, I will take your ass too. You should get used to the idea
that I will take you whenever and where-ever I want. Agreed?" He
pulled out to let her speak.
"Oh, uh, yes Bob, any time, any place." She dove into her new task
with energy, if not experience. He relented a little, opening the
paths of symbols that would allow her enjoyment while blowing him.
She became more enthusiastic, almost immediately. She found any loose
edge or surface on his prick to reach her tongue around. He started
pulling her head towards him, starting her retching from the
autonomic response of gagging. He allowed her to pull back to
recover. While she did he moved her hands for her to wrap around his
cock, she got the idea quickly and massaged it until she could get
her lips back in place around her new project. He thrust towards the
back of her throat and allowed his orgasm to build.
"I'mmm commming," he admitted as he pushed towards the back of her
mouth. She looked concerned, but as his semen lurched from his penis
to her mouth she closed her eyes and swallowed. Pulling back, while
he was still coming, some of his come splattered over her face.
He settled back, enjoying the post orgasm buzz.
She reached for a napkin. He stopped her hand with his. She looked
quizzically at him.
"You will clean up after breakfast without removing the semen from
your face. This will serve to remind you who you belong to. Then you
may take a shower and dress. Get to work."
"Yes Bob." she responded.
"One more thing."
"Yes?"
"When we are alone or with my other sex toys, you will address me as
'master'." She looked down, as though this was another slap in the
face. But he could feel the humiliation bringing heat to her loins. It
would wait, just as he'd waited months before taking her.
"Yes master." was the simple reply.
He zipped up his pants.
====
"Hello?" came the woman's voice on the phone.
"Randi, this is Bob."
"Yes, Bo..., er master?"
"I want you to start the process to move in here, you will find Betty
here this afternoon. She will give you a copy of the house key." "Oh yes!,
I mean, yes master!" She'd certainly turned, he thought. "One other
thing. You don't touch her. Do you hear me?"
"Yes master."
"She will have as much right to tell you what to do as I do, at least for
now, do you understand?"
"Um, yes master."
"Bye." Click.
====
About noon, the doorbell rang. Pretty quick for Randi to get here,
thought Bob. Since Betty was in the shower, he knew she hadn't stepped
out to get anything.
At the door was a tall woman, about 5'11" wearing a dress suit in gray.
She had very short brownish hair, almost as if it had been shaved off
and had just grown back in enough to look presentable. She was slender,
very busty, and had attractive ankles showing above the flats she was
wearing.
"Hello." she said in a deep throaty voice. A whiskey tenor perhaps.
"How may I help you?" he asked. The temptation to reach out and probe
this stranger was strong, but he resisted.
"May I come in? The institute knows me by face and may have searchers
anywhere."
"The what?" He replied, stunned by the implication that she had found
him, rather than the other way around.
"At the mall Friday, you diverted them away from me. Please?" She
waved her hand inwards.
Bob stood aside, letting the other telepath into his home, wondering
what her story was.
====
More, again... if/when, as before
-Blackie
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