From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Honey's Adventures [1/2]
Date: 4 Mar 1996 00:19:00 GMT

			    Honey's Story
			       Part One

	I have a talent. I can tinker with people's minds. Women seem
to be the most susceptible, although each individual is different. I
don't know why; maybe it has to do with gender, but I can't make men
do my bidding as easily, nor with as few after-effects.

	The talent is relatively new; I wasn't born with it, and it
probably has something to do with the accident in the Radiation Safety
department where I used to work. I went blind when all of that isotope
was spilled over my head. My sight came back after about a year, and I
soon discovered that the nurse was awful friendly. Stranger still,
she would act just like I fantasized. When Patricia quit her job to
become my full-time private nurse, I knew I was on to something.

	Now it was time for me to add to my collection. Jodie, my
number one concubine and primary means of support, had suggested that
the act of exercising my power, the taking of control was more
important than having control. When I first figured out how it worked,
many bar bimbos wound up in my bed, but that quickly became boring.
Then I met Jodie. She fought my control, aware of my mental tampering,
and resisted as best she could.

	It took six months, but she surrendered herself to me
completely, which made for some _incredible_ sex that night. Her
acquiescence to my possession spices our relationship in a way that
I've never felt with Patricia. I leave Jodie pretty much free, unless
we start having a truly unpleasant discussion, because I respect her
insight and who she is.

	If I crush that individuality and smother her intelligence,
which I am capable of doing, she would become just another bar bimbo.

	The next thing I learned was to avoid getting women from the
same place.

	Other guys band together really well when they figure out that
you're the one that keeps taking away, or spoiling their
opportunities. The power kept me from getting physically hurt, but it
was a strain. So, that explained why I was sitting outside an office
building in another city.

	The lunch hour was ending, and a parade of workers headed back
to work.

	I pretended to read the paper as I half-interestedly scanned
the numerous well-dressed women who walked by. That's when I saw her.
She was with a group of coworkers, male and female, obviously
returning from lunch. I didn't really notice her until she turned my
way, and our eyes met through a clearing in the clumps of people. My
gaze quickly turned into a gawk at the slender, attractive blonde, and
I stared, somewhat rudely, I know. However, the five or so seconds our
eyes were connected was enough for me to establish my presence in her
mind.

	I can't do anything to anybody whose eyes I've never looked
at. I don't know why, but that seems to be the way the power works. I
grabbed as much as I could from the surface of the woman's mind during
that brief period. Honey was her name. She reacted appropriately to my
tactless action, a brief flash of anger crossing her face, and an
indignant toss of blonde bangs as she broke our eye contact. It was
already too late.

	I played my opening card that afternoon. "Hello, Honey. It's
me, the guy who stared at you right after lunch." I'm sure she must
have jumped several feet wherever she was. "Yes, that's right, I'm
outside your building, waiting for you to end your day so we can meet
properly. I have no idea where you're at, so I just thought I'd
contact you directly, without a phone, or having to find your office.
Mind-to-mind communication is so - private, don't you think?"

	"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" Predictable response, followed by
silence.

	There was always an initial silence as the victim evaluated
her sanity, then the imperative order. I decided to let Honey think
she'd won the war, when our first battle was still yet to come. I
returned to my hotel.

	Tomorrow would be another day.

	Honey hid in her office at lunch the next day. "Do you think
that you can hide from me by staying in your office? Honestly, Honey.
And no, you can't see me from your office window." She repeated her
imperative from the previous day, with more force. "Nope. I decided to
leave you alone yesterday, it wasn't anything you did to stop me."

	"Why are you doing this to me???" came Honey's panicked
thought.

	"Because I want you, Honey. I find you attractive, and I would
like to have you. Meet me at the bar at the Hilton hotel nearby after
work, and I will explain more." I left the lobby of the building where
she worked.

	A faint tickling sensation in my mind indicated that Honey was
trying to reach me, but I had shut her out, leaving her curiosity to
do the rest.

	At five-twenty, an attractive, well-dressed blonde walked into
the hotel bar. She looked around apprehensively, but I was in a
position where I could see her without her seeing me. I love being
mysterious. The cocktail waitress, my temporary thrall, led Honey to
me as I had instructed.

	She sat warily, regarding me with a little bit of fear.

	"I'm married," she began.

	As if that made any difference to me. Jodie had broken her
engagement at a very late time to be with me.

	Honey looked at my impassive face, and I regarded her clear
blue eyes as they filled with apprehension. I used the eye contact to
further probe her mind, and do a little tinkering.

	"Please, I'm very happy with my husband," she begged.

	"Slide back from the table and cross your legs for me," I
said, quietly so nobody else could hear me. It was a suggestion made
with a little bit of a mental push, not a command. Her reaction would
tell me much about her; indeed, it would determine whether I should
stop the game right now.

	"What???" Honey's eyes shot up. Blue lightning flashed from
them, daggers in tow, aimed at me. She leaned forward angrily, yet had
the discretion to lower her voice. Honey stuck a finger in my face and
snarled, "Don't you _ever_ treat me like a plaything to be put on
display! I am not some slave!" I had trouble concealing my smile at
her inner fire.

	The waitress arrived with a glass of wine for her, and Honey's
anger turned to shock.

	"How did you know???"

	"What you like to drink? I shrugged. "I know a lot about you
now, Honey. But I'd rather you tell me, as we get to know each other
better. I like that a lot more than swiping that information from your
mind. Tiny things such as the wines you like, and what you like to
eat are one thing, but there's way too much stuff in your head for me
to get it all. Still, I'm very impressed by your physical beauty, and
your intelligence. You also have good taste in wines."

	This caught her off-guard, and she relaxed slightly. "Ummm...
I'm sort of embarrassed to say this, but I am flattered by your
attention. If I wasn't very happily married, I might think about
getting to know you a little bit. I'm sorry," she apologized. I got up
to leave, interrupting her thoughts. "Wait - are you going to leave me
alone?"

	"I'm leaving; please finish your wine and enjoy the rest of
your evening. Yes, I am paying for your drink, Honey. Thank you for
the - discussion."

	I left, having accomplished my goal of securing my grip on her
mind, and getting her a little curious, which would keep her from
fighting my presence there for a little while longer. I chuckled at
her parting thought. "I don't even know your name... "

	I waited until the following Monday before contacting her
again.

	"Did you enjoy your weekend? Meet me for lunch at the food
court in the mall. My treat, and I'll be waiting for you."

	I was surprised when she didn't show up. This called for
stronger measures. Tuesday morning, she heard from me again. "You
didn't show up. I waited for you. I'm disappointed."

	Honey's silence didn't stop me this time. I could now pick up
her stronger emotions; right now, it was disbelief that I wasn't gone.
"I told you: I want you, and I will have you, Honey." Shock exploded
in her mind, leaving a bright afterimage behind my eyes for an
instant. No lunch today. I was waiting for her in the parking garage.

	"Nice car," I commented. Her eyes met mine and I knew what she
was about to do. "No, don't scream." I abruptly snapped on the mental
leash I held, and Honey's breath caught in her throat as she found she
couldn't disobey my command.

	"Relax, this will only take a minute," I said lightly, before
fixing my brown eyes on Honey's blue ones. Her attentive look and the
silence between us did not indicate the adjustments I was making to
her thought patterns. I let the power slowly recede from her, giving
her the tiniest bit of a warm rush. Jodie _loved_ it when I did that
for her.

	"See you tomorrow at lunch, Honey?" She hesitantly affirmed
our date, still fighting the effects of both my tampering, and the
pleasant warmth that faded from her senses. Wednesday noon, she sat
across the table from me.

	"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "I'm a very happily
married woman," she pleaded with her now-standard defense. "My husband
would kill you if he knew. Please don't make me tell him." Nice
tactic, but useless.

	I shrugged. "You won't tell your husband about us, Honey,
because there is nothing to tell." Her eyes became vacant for a second
as the command integrated itself into her being. I said, "And I have
something to offer you." Again in control of herself, I could feel
Honey's protest forming.

	I gently grabbed a hold of her mind before she could speak,
and toyed with her pleasure centers briefly. Her eyes fluttered, and
she sighed dreamily as the wave receded. "Did you like that?" Honey
lied, quickly saying no.

	"I can make you feel like that whenever I want, and I can make
it more intense if you want, for as long as you want." I picked up a
sense of curiosity, still buried underneath many layers, but it was
there. Fear washed over her, but I stilled it. "Don't be afraid of me,
Honey. I will never hurt you, and I will see to your pleasure when you
are mine. I am a gentle master." It was getting close to one, so I had
to let her go.

	"Monday, you will tell David that you are going to work late.
Then you will call me at suite 214 of the Hilton after work, and we
will have dinner. You will say nothing to anybody of our luncheon.
Everything seems like a long-forgotten dream, so distant, so far away,
until next you hear my voice."

	I let Honey regain her senses, and the light reappeared in her
eyes. I felt a stream of nos flowing in her mind, and she clung to an
image of her husband like a shield to protect herself. She looked at
me with defiant pride at how she had resisted temptation as she got up
to leave. She was unaware of the command I had implanted.

	Six o'clock Monday night, the phone rang in suite 214. "Hello,
this is Honey." I told her to come to my room, with her briefcase and
best professional demeanor. Ten minutes later, Honey walked into the
room, looking every bit the business person with a serious dinner
meeting. I looked at her attire. No, that would never do.

	"Go into the bedroom and change, there are some clothes and
jewelry waiting for you," I said. Honey was curious, despite her fear,
and wonder at being alone with me. I didn't have to make it a command.
I called room service to order dinner for two while she took a shower
and changed.

	She was determined to dress for the occasion, even if she
didn't want to be there. Honey came out of the bedroom almost an hour
later, but I had to let the room service person in as one well-turned
ankle appeared from behind the bedroom door. I hurried the room
service person along as she set up our dinner. I couldn't help
stealing glances at my gorgeous dinner companion. Finally, I tipped
the woman, and told her not to open the champagne. The girl smiled
broadly at the twenty-dollar bill and left quickly.

	"Please, sit," I invited, bowing in Honey's direction. She
looked incredible, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her legs. She was
wearing the simple blue evening dress I had bought for her, elegant,
and demure (except for the fact that Honey had decided to leave the
slit open by the calf. It was - very distracting).

	"You look wonderful tonight," I almost whispered, so stunned
by her transformation. It was not idle flattery.

	"Thank you," she smiled at me. I felt a little swell of pride
in her, and pleasure that she had so obviously managed to capture my
fancy.

	"You also have good taste in clothes, and the pendant is
lovely." A black cloud cast a shadow across her pleased thoughts. She
was wondering about something, and didn't know if she should ask me. I
waited patiently, since answering questions before people ask them
seems to be disconcerting.

	Honey looked at the perfectly set dinner table. "Ummm... This
dress fits perfectly. How did you know what size to get?"

	"I read it in your mind. Oh yes, the diamond in the pendant is
real, even if it is small. It's a good choice; I don't think that the
pearls would look as good on you." Honey's face fell a little with the
realization that I had picked the indiscreet question from her mind.

	"Really, I don't mind your asking," I said lightly. "Please,
Honey. Enjoy my hospitality tonight," I requested, opening the
champagne and pouring.

	Honey was very aware that I had made her come to dinner with
me, and a little fearful over what I was going to make her do next. It
made for a very quiet appetizer and salad course. However, the
champagne soon began to take effect. She loosened up, the alcohol's
fog making it easier for her to ignore the coercion, and to enjoy the
meal. We finished dinner with pleasant, prolonged conversation, and
room service removed dinner to present us with coffee, dessert, and a
split of champagne.

	We continued talking through the final course, then I put the
trays in the hall.

	During this lull, Honey fingered the pendant, becoming silent
as she contemplated it, then reclined in her chair and crossed her
(magnificent) legs. I baldly admired them, as her smooth calf gave way
to her heeled feet. Honey watched me in tipsy amusement, then
unfastened another button of the slit, letting her thighs show a
little, intensifying my rapt attention to her legs. "Really, I'm
flattered. Even if the tops of my thighs are a little too big." There
was an instant's hesitation.

	"But I'm work-"

	"Honey, shut up," I said, irritated. I looked at her. "You are
incredibly attractive, with very very _fine_ legs. Such pretty eyes,
and she only sees fat on her thighs. I really hate it when gorgeous
women can only find their flaws. You don't have to be perfect to be
attractive or sexy."

	Honey's tongue peeked between her teeth, as surprise, and
pleasure at the compliment filled her thoughts. I also sensed...
temptation. Honey settled back into her chair and regained her
unintentionally sexy pose.

	I openly appreciated her beauty in silence a little longer.
Then I stood up and held out my hand. Honey stood in response, and I
sensed resignation. No fear, no desire, just... resignation.

	"No, my sweet. It will not be tonight," I stated gently.

	She let go of my hand and gaped at me. "Look, it's pretty
obvious that you can make me do anything you want. Why don't you -
just get it over with?"

	I touched her face with a finger, and slid it along her jaw
line; she flinched. "You don't understand, do you? I want you to give
yourself to me. And you will, because I can do something for you that
no other man can." To prove it, I let my power flow into her and
tugged lightly on the invisible thread I had connected to her arousal
control.

	Honey's pupils dilated immediately and her eyelids drooped.
Her breathing quickened, and her face flushed slightly. Honey's legs
wobbled slightly. Just as quickly as it had started, it was over. I
pulled the energy back into myself.

	Honey gasped, and leaned on me for support. "See? I know you
liked that, and it's very tempting to stay and enjoy it. But," I
paused, leafing through her moderately covered thoughts, "you think of
your husband."

	I hugged Honey from behind. She could feel the fullness of my
erection as it pressed just above the crevasse of her well-defined
butt globes. "See how you make me feel?" I whispered in her ear.
"You're going to leave me now. But the temptation is there inside of
you, and it will grow. You _will_ give yourself to me eventually."

	I let go of her. Stepping back, I said, "Why don't you change
back, and put the dress and shoes back in the box? The dress is yours
to keep, but I'm afraid the pendant would arouse too much suspicion.
There's a letter from the dressmaker explaining how you won it.
Goodbye, Honey, and we will meet again."

	She left the hotel, very confused, her mind full of curious
thoughts. I left her town, and returned to my own. Jodie and Patricia
were getting a little restless, and had gotten bored with playing with
each other. Jodie _told_ me to come home over the phone. Besides,
Honey had gotten me really hot and bothered, but it wasn't the right
time.

				* * *

	I returned to the Hilton two weeks later, checking in and
contacting Honey telepathically. She tried to keep her slight tingle
of excited pleasure concealed beneath her fear of me, but it leaked
out. She was mostly scared that I was going to "do it" to her; her
husband was out-of-town on business. Similarly, there was a little bit
of desire to find out what "it" was.

	Honey met me at my hotel suite after work, although I gave her
no choice, pulling at her with my power. Needless to say, she was a
little - upset - at my cavalier manipulation of her mind and body,
which set an initial stage of confrontation for our rendezvous. Her
eyes flashed as she raged at me for being so presumptuous, and that
she'd never give in to me, I was going to have to make her do it, etc.

	I handed her a glass of wine and pulled out a chair for me to
sit on while she blew herself out. All Honey could do was get mad; I
made her forget that there was a door through which she could have
left.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Honey's Adventure [2/2]
Date: 4 Mar 1996 00:20:01 GMT

			    Honey's Story
			       Part Two

	She raved at me for five minutes. The bangs in her hair would
give a little flip when Honey would toss her head to emphasize a
point. She sipped the wine, which signaled the end of her tirade. "Sit
down. Calm yourself, there's no need to be so upset," I said in a
velvet voice.

	It covered the iron pull of my will, and the tension left her
body almost immediately. I put her mind into the state it had been in
near the end of our previous dinner date, and Honey reclined in the
chair facing me, crossing her legs in an exact duplication of her pose
that night.

	Excellent. The room was silent for a while, for I had caged
Honey's fear with my power. I wanted to see what the outcome of her
flowing thoughts, now unencumbered by fear, would be. She played with
her hair, shoulders flush against the chair back, her legs still
crossed and displayed attractively. Honey swirled her ankle absently,
studying her wine glass in a relaxed manner, with a somewhat playful
expression on her face.

	Fully dressed, and without a word, she flirted actively with
me, knowing that she was incredibly sexy. I stood up and walked behind
her.

	Gently, I put my hands on her shoulders. The touch sent a
surge of adrenaline through her system, allowing the fear to slip some
of its artificial bonds. "W-w-why are you doing this to me?" she
whispered.

	"Because you are so pretty, and sexy, and vibrant... " I
stopped as her protest formed. "Will you stop that? I've just spent
the last two minutes contemplating the wonders of your physical
beauty, and your clothes aren't even off yet! For the last time, you
and your thighs are _not too fat_, understand?"

	It was dangerous to use my power to tinker in matters such as
self-image, (another lesson learned the hard way,) so I had to rely on
verbal persuasion alone.

	Honey bowed her head and murmured, "Yes." She was embarrassed,
but also pleased, and I felt her fear die down a little. Her reaction
to the compliment temporarily tamed her misgivings. I probed gently,
trying to discern her current emotional mix. Other than fear, I sensed
curiosity more than anything else. It looked as if the seed of
temptation I had planted was beginning to blossom. It was time. I
concentrated, sending the invisible threads of my power into her mind.
Honey's eyes widened as she felt the tingling sensation inside her
head, but I quickly began stimulation of her pleasure centers before
her fear could reassert itself.

	"Oh!" she peeped, surprised at the first faint stirrings of
sexual pleasure. In contrast to our previous encounters, I continued
the stimulation, turning her own body's chemistry against her already
weakened will. Ever so slowly, Honey's breathing deepened, and her
chest rose and fell more slowly. Honey's eyelids drooped, and I eased
my stimulation of her brain.

	"Honey?" I said, quietly. She sighed yes, very quietly. "Do
you like the way I'm making you feel?" Another affirmation. This time,
the vocalization was closer to a throaty purr. "I can stop if you
want, and let you go now," I continued, my voice dropping to a stage
whisper.

	Her head swiveled from side to side, a deep, langourous sigh
the only sound she made. "Then you know what I want, Honey." My voice
was leading; seductive.

	Honey swallowed audibly, wrapped in the soft current of sexual
stimulation. "M-m-m-my... hus-bannnnd... " Her protest was feeble,
made with great effort. Her eyes had closed completely, and she
battled the rush I was providing. She was losing. Honey was beyond the
state of suggestibility, close to what Jodie calls, "induced
addiction."

	"Just _feel_ the sensation, Honey," I purred. "Let it wash
through you with its gentle waves. Warm, soft waves... So good,
Honey... Yessss... Let _go_, my sweet Honey... _Give_ yourself to the
feeling... "

	She moaned loudly, her resistance barely tangible to my
monitoring senses. I crooned into her ear in a whisper only she could
hear. "Ye-eesss, Honey. Give _iiinnn_ to the pleasure... Give in to
me... And the pleasure will last forever... Give yourself to me... "

	"Ohhhh... Yess... _Take_... meeee... " I felt the flood of
sensations wash the last of Honey's resistance away, rendering her a
willing sex thrall, but that's not quite what I wanted her to be.

	"Acknowledge me, Honey. I want you, but only if you give
yourself to me completely," I whispered. "But you must acknowledge me
as the only one who can please you this way. You are mine... "

	"I... am... yours," Honey moaned. I said nothing, increasing
the amount of stimulation through our connection. "Ohhh... " she
sighed. I waited. "Mass... terr... "

	I had broken her will. Now Honey was more than just an
enthralled sex slave; she was mine, body and soul. "And I will be
yours, Honey," I whispered.

	"Take me, master," Honey replied, more strongly, as I stopped
the assault on her senses. She was flushed, breathing very heavily.
Honey's pretty blue eyes opened slowly, the pupils dilated and the
expression far away. I held out my hand, and Honey stood, placed her
hand docilely in mine, and allowed me to lead her, like a child, to
the bedroom.

	I wrapped my arms around her waist, and drew her forward for
our first kiss. Honey opened her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue
crossed the threshold of my lips with care, and sweet intentions. She
probed my mouth slowly, intertwined her tongue with my own, and we
stayed locked, kissing.

	Honey's passion was gentle and deliberate; I had no control
over this, nor did I want any. We weren't in a hurry. Her hands slid
over my back and around my neck as our lips would part for brief
seconds. We'd get some air, then resume kissing. Both of us were fully
dressed, and I was almost fully erect.

	My hands slid to her waist, and I unfastened her skirt.
Honey's mouth hummed against mine, and she stepped back, sat on the
bed, and removed it. The wet spot on her panties was clearly visible.
I joined her on the bed and massaged her covered, damp crotch while we
kissed some more. She moaned, and her arms hung limply, hands resting
helplessly on the bed.

	Our chests were pressed together, and I could feel the pattern
on her bra tease my nipples when we would move. "How do you feel,
Honey?"

	Again, she moaned, softly. I wasn't surprised until she
actually spoke.

	"I'm... soooooo... hot, master. Please... I-I-I want you." Her
eyes fluttered and Honey gasped quietly. The seed of temptation had
turned into a forest of desire. "Ohhhh, mass-terrrrr... " she whined.
Her legs were vibrating, but I wouldn't let her have any more
stimulation than the teasing external massage through her soaked
panties.

	"I wish to pleasure you, Honey. Your master is gentle and
loving with his wonderful slave. You are so beautiful and tempting.
Tell me, what may I do to demonstrate my care for you, my lovely,
alluring Honey." Her breathing had quickened during my monologue, and
her eyes had closed again.

	The vivid picture that immediately appeared in her mind's eye
let me know exactly she wanted me to do. Still, I wanted her to _tell_
me.

	"N-nn-nngh... " Honey gurgled, having been at a moderate level
of arousal for an hour and a half. I had been keeping her within
hailing distance of orgasm, but she wasn't going to be able to get
there without my help. "Lick - meeee," she said plaintively, her eyes
abruptly opening and focusing. Deliberately, I removed her blouse with
care, then undressed myself next. Honey reached for, but could not
touch my erection.

	Honey's seduction and obvious prolonged arousal were more than
enough to keep me hard. She was sexy, and she was _mine_.

	I removed her bra and panties, revealing all of Honey's body
in its naked beauty. My lips met her warm, flushed body just below her
ear, close to the juncture of neck and head, sending a tremble of
passion through her.

	I paused, then nuzzled her soft round breasts, licking at the
flesh, leaving little wet trails as I used the tip and broad of my
tongue at random. Honey's back arched a little, and I teased her erect
nipples adding my fingers to the gentle physical stimulation. After a
brief time, I moved my oral attentions further south. I sucked at
Honey's navel, eliciting a throaty, quiet moan, a guttural, yet
feminine sound that made my cock twitch. It made me consider just
fucking her right then; but the urge went away; after all, I had a
promise to keep. This was the time for Honey's desires. There would be
plenty of time for mine, later.

	I barely touched her inner thigh with the tip of my tongue,
while stroking the smooth skin around her stomach. Her back arched in
instant response, and a small tremor moved her legs. I painted a shiny
path with the flat of my tongue, traveling towards her knee.

	Honey's breathing was very excited, but her thoughts were not
coherent enough to even worry about when I'd get to the heart of the
matter. I eased a physic damper around her mind; she'd need it soon.
She whimpered when my hands slid along her legs, intentionally
avoiding her sex, a flowing motion with the back of my hands running
to her torso, a flick of the wrist to graze her breasts with my nails,
and the gentle caress of my palm and fingers as my hands returned to
their origin. I could feel her mental and physical response to the
touching, as it increased for a few strokes, and then slowly died down
as her body acclimated itself to the contact, a warm, contented
feeling spreading through her.

	My tongue rolled up Honey's leg from her knee along the inner
thigh, coming to rest just to the right of her wet, aromatic slit. I
felt her inner heat along the side of my face, and Honey's lower torso
had frozen, as if anticipating the magic moment. I slowly ran my
tongue around the outside of her lower lips, so full and swollen with
arousal, the flush of sexual readiness in evidence all over her body.
I skipped over the super-sensitive bundle of nerves, and continued
tracing an outline.

	Once the circle had been completed, I grabbed her hips and
brushed her pouting sex as lightly as I could with my mouth. Honey's
body began oscillating before I had moved more than an inch. The
oscillations grew, and my grasp became tighter, to keep her lithe body
relatively still.

	I felt a crackle of mental electricity assault the damper I
had placed around Honey's brain; she was close to coming, but it
wasn't time for that yet. I dug my tongue into her with a long, slow,
bob of my head, slurping at her juices. Honey was aptly named.

	The gurgle that formed in her throat began from somewhere very
close to my nose, and I rotated my head slowly, controlling my
extended tongue.

	I sucked slowly, gently at the sweet essence of my wonderful
lover, the essence that Honey produced so copiously for me. Honey
quivered. I continued to circle the inside of her cunt, and her
breathing became increasingly erratic. I strengthened the damper
around Honey's mind, as orgasm attempted to possess her. I wouldn't be
able to keep it back for long, but those extra seconds or minutes of
pre-orgasm would just intensify the release when it came.

	I savored her, playing my tongue around her pussy, tongue
fully extended one time, stimulating her inner walls, head pulled back
the next, playing with the outside of her slit. My head began to hurt
from the mental strain of containing Honey's explosion; her thighs and
stomach were rock-hard, her face was beet-red, and I could see the
knot in her throat where her scream had been trapped. I removed the
barrier between her mind and her nervous system, then rocked Honey's
swollen, red, and previously ignored, clit. Honey jerked one time and
stiffened again.

	My tongue slowly bobbed her clit, and Honey began to flow. My
attentions turned to her slit, as I used long, cleansing licks,
starting from her pleasure button, and going as far down as I could,
close to the crack of her ass. Her hips were pumping, aiding my
efforts. Honey's cries of ecstasy filled the suite, control of her
body gone as her long-denied release assailed her mind, its intensity
doubled by the delay. My cock throbbed beneath me, warm, white fluid
shooting from it as I was also a passenger on Honey's express, the
mental link letting me eavesdrop on her ecstasy, triggering my
ejaculation.

	And I lapped and licked and sucked and swallowed for minutes,
an eternity, and I lost track and Honey moaned and thrashed her body
bouncing, gasping sobs coming from her mouth as she kept cumming, her
thighs clasping and releasing my head feeding me all of her body and
senses as I kept licking...

	Hands pushed at my head. "Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!" Uncontrolled gasps
went through Honey's vocal cords, raising their pitch, turning them
into nonsensical squeaks. I moved from between Honey's legs, sliding
alongside her. She was breathing heavily, her blue eyes open, glassy,
and distant.

	Honey's body was heavy on the bed, sweat covering her as she
trembled lightly. I brushed her hair aside, and kissed her cheek
tenderly, caringly. "Relax, my pretty flower. You have many such
pleasures to come. Enjoy this memory of ecstasy, and the warm waves
that wash you. Luxuriate in this feeling. I will wait for you, my
sweet Honey," I cooed lovingly.

	Honey's body was still highly sensitive to the touch, as my
fingertip caress made her tremble involuntarily.

	I was awakened by a gentle brush of lips across mine. "Thank
you, master," was all she said, the clear, starry blue eyes carrying
the real depth of the message. Honey looked at me questioningly. I
pulled her on top of me and kissed her, then I let Honey take the
lead. Our tongues slowly played together, bring our senses to
arousal's edge. Her hands caressed my chest lazily, and she slid them
around my neck and ears.

	Her head met my chest, and she began to kiss her way down my
body. She gave me a blazing blue look, eyes smoldering with desire.

	I touched her head, stopping her. "You have to go to work
tomorrow, and you do not have a change of clothes," I said gently.
"But we have forever." Honey's eyes lowered, making my heart beat a
little faster, as the expression on her pretty face was enough to send
some blood to my dick.

	Honey slid her hand to my cock and ran her hand along its milk
chocolate length. It grew a little in response. "But I belong to you,"
she countered softly, without looking at me. Her eyes were fixed
hungrily on my cock, which responded to her gentle grip and lewd gaze.
"I am yours, my love."

	That wasn't quite true; buried well underneath her newly woven
mind was a glowing thought of her husband. It wasn't anywhere that
she'd be able to find it, except maybe in an occasional dream, but I
marveled. I had never run into _any_ woman who had been able to keep
their previous/current lover in their minds after I'd gotten through.
In fact, there had been a few who had been quite happy to help me
remove that portion of their memories. I looked at Honey's creamy
skin, and the contrast between our naked bodies. Her physical beauty
increased my desire, and her hunger for me was evident. I didn't need
any mental powers to know what she wanted to do next.

	I reluctantly pulled her back to face me. "As much as I desire
you, and as much as you please me - " I paused to tinker with her mind
again. "You love your husband. True love is a rare enough occurrence
that I can't destroy it if I find it."

	Honey opened her mouth to protest, but I used my power to
uncover her thoughts of David, and she stopped before a word could
escape.

	"No, Honey, it is best this way." Her eyes glazed over as my
power gained more control over her. "You will hold this night, and our
magic bond deep inside of you. You will always respond to my call, for
you have given yourself to me body and soul." I murmured to myself,
"But I cannot have your heart." Taking a deep breath, I continued,
"You must forget until you hear my call. I will call you again, Honey,
but I cannot say when." The flow of power increased, and her eyelids
drooped.

	"Yes, Honey... Forget... Until we meet again... "

	"N-N-n-no... please... don't... make me... forrr... " Honey
fought me, trying to retain her new identity. I gave a fleeting tap to
the pleasure center in her brain, which distracted her long enough for
me to assert complete control, and lock out her efforts at resistance.

	"Get dressed, and go home," I said, voice tinged with regret.
A few minutes later she was ready to leave. "Kiss me one last time," I
suggested, still keeping Honey in light thrall until the absolute last
second. Her warm, responsive kiss, and loving embrace made me regret
letting her go, but it was the right thing to do.

	I couldn't promise that I'd never see her again; I had had my
first taste of Honey, and I was hooked. "Goodbye for now. When you get
home, you will only remember my commands, hidden away deep inside of
you." A parting glance at her fine legs as she left sent a strong
twitch to my cock. I picked up the phone.

	"Front desk, this is Alex. May I help you?" came the bright,
professionally cheerful female voice. A minute later, I hung up the
phone to get some sleep. I was going to have a personal wake up call
from the willowy blonde who had checked me in when her shift was over.