I am such a fortunate woman. My name is Iris and I just turned 30 ugh. I was out looking for a new outfit to celebrate that significant event, when I was fortunate to meet Sharon in the dress shop. All the girls were waiting on others, so Sharon and I just started to talk. I noticed right away the beautifully stunning blue eyes Sharon has. "you have the most beautifully blue eyes I have ever seen, Sharon", I managed to tell her. I mean really, her eyes are so alluring.
"thank you, Iris, I am glad you are drawn to my eyes"
Well that was like an open invitation to look in her eyes again, so I did. I mean a girl could get lost in eyes so blue and deep. Sharon was right, her eyes did look like inviting pools of azure blue. I don't know really how long I looked but Sharon had me touch the fabric of a short sexy dress, saying something like how it would feel on my body (which had me tingling at the mere thought of it). Sharon's hand seem to linger on my arm as she told me how much this dress would do for me. How could I possibly resist when she puts it like that? I mean resisting was the farthest thing from my mind.
"Iris, let's got into the dressing room and you can show me just how much this dress will do for you"
Before I realized it Sharon & I were locked in a dressing room and I felt the need to show her how good the dress would look on me. I really wanted to show her. I couldn't think of anything else, but showing Sharon.
Sharon assured me it wasn't too short on my thighs, nor was the bodice cut too deeply. ohhh, I just love the word deep. Sharon's hands helped me out of my simple white blouse as I couldn't take myself away from her eyes. Sharon said something lovely about how my white bra just wouldn't do anything for this dress so that had to go too. I really have no explanation for the tingling in my nipples when Sharon removed my bra. Nor the blushing when Sharon complimented me on the firmness of my .... well, yes my breasts. Oh how I wish Sharon would touch me and feel how soft my skin is.
I looked at Iris and realized how absolutely luscious she is. I led her into the special locked dressing room way in the back. I can see from the way she looks at me, into my eyes, that her mind is so pliable and open. I had her face the mirror, so very close to mirror, her eyes never leaving mine as my soft suggestions flowed into her mind. She just stares into my eyes as I tell her the most important thing is to experience the present moment. Letting everything else drift away. I see how her arms are limp at her sides while my fingers slide along her neck. We are just here in this perfect, present moment.
I am realizing the present moment is all that is important, thanks to some new revelation I have. I don't even think about my luke-warm boyfriend, as that's not even important right now. I just feel so warm and tingly right now. I feel so fortunate. I just keep looking in the mirror feeling my nipples tingle and cry out to me. I just stare into Sharon's bottomless eyes. I hear her whispering, but I don't quite get everything as I just stare and breathe deeply. In... out... nothing to do but to exist here and now. Vaguely I can feel Sharon's fingers removing my denim skirt letting it pool at my feet, leaving me clad only in my pink bikini panties.
(12/8/12 later)
"so lovely, Iris, your body is so lovely. You will look so hot and feel so hot in your new dress. I selected it especially for you. It will feel so good on your naked body. Just keep looking in my eyes and relax for me"
Oh gawd, I love just being here with Sharon. I really want to try on the dress she chose for me, she has such perfect taste (in clothes). I cant stop looking in her eyes, even as tired as I am feeling. I love leaning against Sharon, feeling her body against my naked skin. It feels like a warmth running through my body. I can't remember anything ever feeling quite this good. I feel her hands sliding under my bikinis as I lay my head back on her shoulder.
Pulling my bikinis down and off, replaced by her soft fingers sliding along my skin. I am so damn hot, it has been so long... so long.... oh gawd.
(12/9/12)
My soft fingers sliding under her panties, caressing her as I slide them down her legs and off. Totally naked, vulnerable and waiting for me. How could I not love that?... waiting for me. "I know this special place we can go to show off your new dress, Iris. You are just going to love being there with me. I want to show you off, Iris." I love hearing her breath catch when I tell her things. She is so pliable and willing to do whatever I want. Her look is soft and dreamy, totally hot.
I can't tell what is happening but I am loving every little bit. I get so tingly when Sharon touches me. I guess we are going somewhere special. I am so happy to go with Sharon and see what she likes to do. In fact that is what I want to do, do what she wants. This sounds confusing to me (maybe to you too), but its how I feel. I can feel Sharon's hands helping me into my new dress, and I agree that it looks pretty great on me> I think even if its pretty short and shows off my breasts more than I would do myself, its darn hot. I see a very hot look in Sharon's eyes now as I am only wearing the dress she chose and my heels. Nothing else..... Sharon puts all my previous clothing in a bag and we march out of the dressing room. I vaguely am aware hearing Sharon tell the salesgirl to put this dress on her account. I feel her arm sliding through mine as she leads me down the avenue to who knows what.....
(12/12/12)
My mind is a bit fuzzy, but I really feel great as Sharon leads me to this special place she knows. I vaguely remember something I had to do later, but heck if I know what it is. Some sort of date or something. Sharon led me down the avenue and around the corner to this little dark place. At least it was dark when I went in it and my eyes got adjusted to the light. Sharon led me over to a couple of stools. From this I gathered this was a favorite bar of hers.
Sharon put her hand on her leg and ordered two drinks, thinking this is probably the first time Iris has been in a gay bar. Sharon looks around at several same-sex couples making out. She knows the bartender has this special private room the back so perfect to take advantage of little Iris. Sharon's hand slides along Iris's thigh, pushing the flimsy material up so it barely covers her essentials.
"You look very hot, Iris. I am so glad you came with me. I just love how you look in that short dress. I see others have noticed you too. You have the smoothest skin and I just love how you purr when I touch you, honey"
Gawd, I can't sit still when Sharon touches me. I am trying to sit like a young lady, knees together, back straight... but my skirt barely covers my kitty and my breasts are nearly falling out of my dress. I am really feeling squirmy and moist. I really like it here and there are so many friendly girls. Sharon seems to be very well known here. I am proud to be her guest. Its kind of loud in here, I can barely hear what Sharon is saying but it sounds really nice.
(12/12/12)
My mind is really fuzzy now. I can barely think. But, on the other hand, I feel really hot in my new dress that Sharon was nice enough to buy for me. My nipples just ache from rubbing on the tight silky material and I can barely sit still with Sharon's hand massaging my leg and ..... ummm I forgot what I was going to say. I vaguely feel Sharon push my thighs apart a bit, feeling very vulnerable but also safe with Sharon.
"Iris, you look so hot sitting there with your legs open as if an invitation. Finish your second drink and I will show you the special room. Look in my eyes, Iris, deep in my eyes. You realize how much you owe me for bringing you here and buying you things to wear to bring attention to your body"
I am dimly aware of gulping down my second drink and feeling much more light headed, if that's possible. I find my eyes locked in Sharon's beautiful blue eyes. I could look in her eyes forever, I think although I forget how long I have been staring at her. I know she is saying things to me, but my intent is on her eyes. I owe her so much for all she has done, and I only met her earlier today.
(12/12/12)
My mind is so foggy as I lose myself in Sharon's eyes. I hear Sharon whisper something, as I sit there just looking at her. Yessssss, I think I heard her say deeper... or something. Everything she says is so important and means so much to me. I just feel so good.
Sharon takes Iris's purse and finds her cellphone, that has several missed calls from someone named marcus. Too bad, marcus, she is mine for the night. Also on her calender was a date with said, marcus. Well she has a date all right, but not with marcus. In fact marcus is no longer in your contacts. But Sharon has been added to your contacts, and flagged as your favorite. I help her to her feet, grab the keys to the secret room from the bartender. Winking at the bartender to start the video cameras. Closed circuit video to club members is a special benefit. Its expensive to be a club member, but nights like this makes it all worthwhile. Iris is so deep now, she would follow any suggestion she might hear from me.
"Iris, there is always some moment in a persons life that defines their life going forward. That moment for you was when you looked in my eyes. You are lost looking in my eyes, but you love how it feels. Your mind is so open now and accepting. You realize we had a date tonight and you wanted to look your best to get me interested in you as a person"
(12/17/12)
I could feel myself being led to a special room by Sharon. I loved her touch as she raised my skirt from behind and cupped my naked bottom. I wasn't aware that every eye in the place were on us as I was lead to the back room. I felt Sharon lean be against the wall, while she unlocked the door. She then kissed me deep, having her way with my mouth and I responded in kind. I so wanted to have Sharon interested in me, and I would do anything at this time for her.
Sharon led Iris into the room, locking the door behind them. It was a rather simple room, just a plush sofa and some bookcases... oh and some hidden cameras streaming live video. Sharon had Iris stand facing the cameras as she moved behind her, kissing her neck and running her hands over the full breasts. Iris's moaning filled the room as she laid her head back on Sharon's shoulder. Sharon's fingers were playing with Iris's nipples as Iris ground her bottom against Sharon, moaning loudly. Sharon was thinking that in the video room, there was probably the start of a very hot time going on.
(12/19/12)
I could feel Sharon's wonderful hands on my breasts and it made me so weak, so I laid myself back against her as her fingers worked magic on my nipples. Oh they ache for her touch. I can feel the cool air hit them as Sharon lowers the top of my sexy dress. Her hands gently cupping them, and her fingers tugging softly on them. I hear myself moaning and trembling from the loving way I am being treated. I can feel the heat and moisture between my legs, as I have no clothes on under. Not even panties. Sharon wanted me that way and I so want to impress her.
I had Iris positioned just right so the cameras could pick up on everything. After playing with Iris's breasts, I lowered the top of her dress and positioned my hands under her breasts just so I didn't cover them up for the cameras. My lips worked their way over her neck as she felt so weak in my hands. I felt how engorged her nipples were becoming and the loud moaning tells me she is loving it. I am sure she is getting creamy between her thighs too.
(12/30/12)
I bunched up her dress over her waist as my hands pulled up the bottom so her pussy was visible to the cameras. I could feel her weight leaning back against me as my hand slid along her soft inner thigh already wet with her passion. She turned her head to me and we kissed deeply as my fingers brushed over her swollen petals. That only increased her passion and need. I felt this urgency in her through the hungry kiss with her lips pressed hard to mine. I felt her slippery labia as I parted them for the camera. I held my fingers at the entrance as she pressed herself down on them, groaning as she took them in.
Gawd, Sharon's fingers were doing amazing things to my body. I can't get enough of her and the way she makes me feel. I was nearly swallowing her tongue in my mouth as I pushed myself lewdly down on her fingers, not caring if it makes me look like a slut. I began to ride her fingers hard, knowing I am not far from a mind-blowing climax.
(1/25/12)
I kept my fingers working in and out of her very wet pussy. She was riding them hard right where the cameras could pick up the action. Her mouth was gaping as her moans got louder. She was nearly over the top when my thumb pressed against her clitoris and drove her over the edge. I could feel the spasms on my fingers and her sex juices oozing over my hand. She clung to me as wave after wave washed over her. Her legs were so weak, she could barely control herself.
OH MY!!! I can't believe how Sharon makes me feel. I was just driven to climax by her wonderful fingers and I just love how she uses me. I really REALLY need it.... I need her. I hope Sharon will let me repay the favour with my mouth between her gorgeous legs. I think I am in love... or at least lust.
Don't you agree, Iris, is so fortunate. Iris got her start in lesbian porn industry with Sharon and loved every second of it.... so very fortunate.
31.12.13
30.12.13
Kidnapped (sequel to 'slave auction')
Sharon had been monitoring helen's email and all of the possible ways the outside world would try to contact her, once they realized she was missing. First it was the idiot husband, who was no problem at all. In fact, he just went ahead and divorced her 'nolo contendere'. I thought that was rather rude but its her husband, or at least, it was. Sharon was humming to herself as she started pouring over the emails and attempts from her brother, Rob.
Now he was beginning to be troublesome. Sharon traced his IP, hiring the same discrete detective to learn everything she could about Rob, which was quite substantial. She knew his patterns, where he worked and lived, when he went to and from the health club, any girls he was seeing etc.
Hmmm, thought Sharon. I think we need to teach Rob a lesson, maybe even let him see his sister. That would be a special treat and having him here might provide some needed entertainment. The pictures that she got from the detective shows a tall, slender but in shape brother, some of them in a quite an intimate nature with two particular women. The thing that caught Sharon's attention were two things. (1) the women always seemed to be on the dominant top position with Rob and (2) Rob seemed to favor pleasing them orally.
(12/19/12)
Sharon studied the 30 or so pictures with Rob and the women he was intimate with. Not one had Rob on top, which painted a very distinct picture of him. He lets women control him, was the answer. That worked out, because Sharon as all woman and loves control.
The next phase was to slowly drive her Escalade suv with privacy glass which gave her all the time she wanted. Sharon dressed in black leather skirt, black stockings, black coat and ultra soft black gloves, so she was nearly invisible to anyone trying to look in the window.
She observed Rob walking down the busy street in Chicago unaware that someone was watching his every movement. Stalking you say? Well, maybe. Never did Rob have a companion with him as he made the 6 block walk from his work to the "L". Would anyone notice if one night soon he never made it to his destination? I am sure he misses his sister Helen, and it would be a shame to not have them together.
(12/30/12)
Have you ever wondering if someone was watching your every move, even writing down the schedule you didn't even know you had. Maybe She might be writing down the place and time when you are most vulnerable and just thinking to Herself how easy this was going to be. You are unaware of what is going on in that world just outside your own private thoughts that will soon invade and capture your attention. I mean who would notice a black Escalade SUV moving down the street, almost every night as you left your office. Or maybe it would just be parked nearby and a woman dressed in black leather be watching your every stride, bringing Her plan to a firm project. That project would be to capture you and take you out of society for good. Sounds sinister, doesn't it?
(1/25/13)
Have you thought about the kidnappings going on in the country? Of course, how could the number of them be counted accurately if they just disappear like they never existed in the first place. I suggest to you, this happens more than you might know. Look at this poor man, being stalked by a black SUV, where a woman dressed in black leather is waiting for the right moment. Another question is: Do you think its a woman dominated plan to rid the world of men that make mistakes with women? What better way to fix some of the wrong in the world than capturing and erasing men that were in some way a problem to women world wide. They are taken and sent to a behavior modification farm. Stripped of everything they took comfort in to learn from a position of having absolutely nothing, but the ability to please their captors (women).
I can see population centers around the country housing men that need to learn better ways. Locked 24 hours.... leg shackles dragged along, every uniform the same.... no hierarchy here, except for the women that control their actions and duties. Each man fitted with a electronic collar for neck and scrotum that can be 'stimulated' whenever it needed to be.Effectively bringing their behavior in line with expectations. Living in fear, day in ... day out. I think this is a distinct possibility. Don't doubt that these pens for men aren't being built now.....
(2/11/13)
A very successful executive was walking to the pub as was his habit every Friday evening. His work was done for the week and his attitude has lately been much more demeaning toward women who work in his organization. Of course his attitude has been noted and reported on. He crossed over the line, making unwanted advances on one of his co-workers on 3 separate occasions this past month. Formerly this would have been reported to HR, but since the first episode went by without any response, he got more aggressive (as men are prone to be) and the last issue, the final straw.... was when he pushed her up against the wall in a back room and openly fondled her. It lasted only a few minutes, but immediately thereafter she found time to call the hotline and set plans in motion. One less predatory male......
This Friday he didn't even notice the SUV that had been trailing him. That is, not until the side door slid open just in front of him and he was shoved into the back seat. Before he knew it, he was injected in his thigh muscle and the lights dimmed quickly in his mind and went out as if he fell into a black pit.
The SUV then pulled away from the dark street corner and rounded the corner. Soft feminine fingers fished out his wallet, extracting $243 and 7 credit cards. Handing the credit cards over to the man in the front seat, saying "put these with the rest" Her European accent is now nearly gone after 6 years in the states, but still she is an exotic beauty who knows what she wants and her organization is wide spread. Off the SUV went into the night and his life... well, let's just say, it has taken a turn when he least expected it to. His wrists where bound behind his back where he could do no more groping. Leg spreader was put on his ankles to keep him from moving too quickly or in the wrong direction. Laughter filled the SUV as another conquest has been secured. Her leather gloved hand moved between his thighs, rubbing him in a way that would be called sexual harassment in any other setting. She was pleased that his cock responded in his drugged state and his hips moved to her hand.
(3/14/13)
A long ride and several induced orgasms, with the man being fed his own cum resulted in getting to the dirt road and its bumps for the last few miles to "the farm" run entirely by women all of whom have been somehow degraded by men of power. Well the men thought they had power until they got here. Women hold the extreme power over them, as it has been since their birth. Men here can make adequate pets and servants, but only after extensive training and modification. Its a new world out here, and men need to find their rightful place in it.
The man was led out and stripped of whatever clothing they had left. Now as he looked around, he saw many naked men in shackles. It was apparent this was to strip men of their dressings. Stripping them down to the bareness of submission to women. Even the most discerning person could not tell the mail clerk from the CEO, now. His arms were secured behind his back and his legs were in shackles preventing him from doing anything else but shuffle along like all the others. The only people that have freedom here are the women. Those are the ones with the whips carried either on their leather belt or in their hands. The men don't dare look at the women in the eyes for fear of the taste of the whip on their backside. The new man felt the sharp sting of the double tail whip on his ass as his breath was pulled sharply in, midst the female laughter all around.
(3/21/13)
The man was lead over to the middle of the courtyard near the apparatus designed to conduct public humiliation. The women handlers didn't care one way or another, but the men ended up quite humiliated much of the time. The new man was spread eagled and ankles clipped to the rings designed for that. His hands were tied together and hoisted high above his head, almost too much for him to be able to stand on his feet. He showed fright on his face as a crop was lifting his flaccid member with the end of the crop. Everyone was watching this familiar ritual now, as he was displayed for everyone to see.
One of the women was cupping his member in her hand, judging it as if he were cattle at an auction. Deftly before he knew what was going on, she put a steel cage around it and locked it up. She clipped the single key on a large key ring with at least 25 others. There was a number on the key, which is what he will be known as after this. His mind kept going back to his former life and the number of women he had abused either sexually or mentally. He realized that any erection he gets will give him pain, much to the delight of his captors.
"I now present to you 14256" was all anyone heard and everyone laughed and had a smile on their face as they paraded around him. The women slid their bodies against him, causing him to get aroused and hurt himself on the cage. This went on for an hour, then he was left standing there so everyone could see what the former executive was reduced to. Of course, the president of a competing firm had suffered the same fate two weeks earlier.
(12/29/13)
After he was finally let down and lead to his new home, a 9x9 foot jail cell with a thin mattress on the floor and a can for him to use for excrement. That night a small meal, laced with estrogen hormones was slid under the door and he was so hungry he devoured it without once thinking about what he ate. Finally after such a taxing day, he curled up on the mattress, sliding the thin covering over him and slept as much as possible (which was not much).
The former executive must have slept some, as in place of the a nice breakfast waiting for him, there sat some frilly panties and a lacy top. These barely concealed anything, but it was all he had to cover him. He snugged up the panties, concealing his new device that controlled his erection and slid the top over his head. If he had a mirror he would have checked himself out to see what he looked like. His breakfast was slid under the door as soon as he put on the clothes. Little did he realize, this was the start of conditioning. He dresses pretty = he gets fed.
He got a small cup of coffee and half a English Muffin with a very small portion of butter. He knelt down, keeping both knees tight together and daintily ate the breakfast. He was being observed as he would be from the first day forward.
(12/30/13)
He was chilly, so he put on the only clothes there were. Panties, and a lacy top. Surprisingly, it didn't feel that bad to him. But his feet were cold on the concrete floor, so as if they read his mind a pair of 5" heels with locks on them so they wouldn't slip off were slid into his cage. He put them on and waited, and waited. Finally sensing he would be there a long long time, he locked the pretty little locks and the door opened as if by magic.
Appeared a beefy looking woman guard, who took him by the wrist leading him out of the cage. He struggled to walk on the heels, but somehow got the hang of it as he was lead into a medical room. There he was spread eagle face down on a leather table. He liked the smell of leather. He was inhaling the scent of leather and something else he couldn't quite place. His wrists and ankles were bound down tightly with no chance for escape. He was then pushed and prodded and given a thorough inspection. This included a forceful anal exam that was the most uncomfortable part for him. He was given a full syringe of antibiotics as was explained to him. He might have carried in some male viruses and these needed to be eliminated. Little did he know, what he got was 90% estrogen and some antibiotics just in case.
While he was struggling against the bonds, his entire back side was lathered up and shaved bare and his head. He was forcefully turned around and tied down on his back, and the rest of his body hair was removed. Thankfully his new clothes were returned to him, panties and top. There was an erotic feeling as the pretty clothes were slid onto his bare body.
A collar was fastened around his neck and locked into place. It had his number in the center of the front of the collar, followed by the name 'paula' He was then led into the courtyard, where he was passed around like a piece of meat. He was subjected to lewd and vulgar comments by the guards and inmates alike. He liked the attention, and got a little stiff by the touching and rubbing. Not as stiff as he normally would get, which he thought was due to the rough treatment he got.
Somehow, in his mind, he was thinking he was the most attractive one there. With that thought in his head, he actually did a little strutting around the yard. He loved the attention he got and smiled nicely at the others.
Now he was beginning to be troublesome. Sharon traced his IP, hiring the same discrete detective to learn everything she could about Rob, which was quite substantial. She knew his patterns, where he worked and lived, when he went to and from the health club, any girls he was seeing etc.
Hmmm, thought Sharon. I think we need to teach Rob a lesson, maybe even let him see his sister. That would be a special treat and having him here might provide some needed entertainment. The pictures that she got from the detective shows a tall, slender but in shape brother, some of them in a quite an intimate nature with two particular women. The thing that caught Sharon's attention were two things. (1) the women always seemed to be on the dominant top position with Rob and (2) Rob seemed to favor pleasing them orally.
(12/19/12)
Sharon studied the 30 or so pictures with Rob and the women he was intimate with. Not one had Rob on top, which painted a very distinct picture of him. He lets women control him, was the answer. That worked out, because Sharon as all woman and loves control.
The next phase was to slowly drive her Escalade suv with privacy glass which gave her all the time she wanted. Sharon dressed in black leather skirt, black stockings, black coat and ultra soft black gloves, so she was nearly invisible to anyone trying to look in the window.
She observed Rob walking down the busy street in Chicago unaware that someone was watching his every movement. Stalking you say? Well, maybe. Never did Rob have a companion with him as he made the 6 block walk from his work to the "L". Would anyone notice if one night soon he never made it to his destination? I am sure he misses his sister Helen, and it would be a shame to not have them together.
(12/30/12)
Have you ever wondering if someone was watching your every move, even writing down the schedule you didn't even know you had. Maybe She might be writing down the place and time when you are most vulnerable and just thinking to Herself how easy this was going to be. You are unaware of what is going on in that world just outside your own private thoughts that will soon invade and capture your attention. I mean who would notice a black Escalade SUV moving down the street, almost every night as you left your office. Or maybe it would just be parked nearby and a woman dressed in black leather be watching your every stride, bringing Her plan to a firm project. That project would be to capture you and take you out of society for good. Sounds sinister, doesn't it?
(1/25/13)
Have you thought about the kidnappings going on in the country? Of course, how could the number of them be counted accurately if they just disappear like they never existed in the first place. I suggest to you, this happens more than you might know. Look at this poor man, being stalked by a black SUV, where a woman dressed in black leather is waiting for the right moment. Another question is: Do you think its a woman dominated plan to rid the world of men that make mistakes with women? What better way to fix some of the wrong in the world than capturing and erasing men that were in some way a problem to women world wide. They are taken and sent to a behavior modification farm. Stripped of everything they took comfort in to learn from a position of having absolutely nothing, but the ability to please their captors (women).
I can see population centers around the country housing men that need to learn better ways. Locked 24 hours.... leg shackles dragged along, every uniform the same.... no hierarchy here, except for the women that control their actions and duties. Each man fitted with a electronic collar for neck and scrotum that can be 'stimulated' whenever it needed to be.Effectively bringing their behavior in line with expectations. Living in fear, day in ... day out. I think this is a distinct possibility. Don't doubt that these pens for men aren't being built now.....
(2/11/13)
A very successful executive was walking to the pub as was his habit every Friday evening. His work was done for the week and his attitude has lately been much more demeaning toward women who work in his organization. Of course his attitude has been noted and reported on. He crossed over the line, making unwanted advances on one of his co-workers on 3 separate occasions this past month. Formerly this would have been reported to HR, but since the first episode went by without any response, he got more aggressive (as men are prone to be) and the last issue, the final straw.... was when he pushed her up against the wall in a back room and openly fondled her. It lasted only a few minutes, but immediately thereafter she found time to call the hotline and set plans in motion. One less predatory male......
This Friday he didn't even notice the SUV that had been trailing him. That is, not until the side door slid open just in front of him and he was shoved into the back seat. Before he knew it, he was injected in his thigh muscle and the lights dimmed quickly in his mind and went out as if he fell into a black pit.
The SUV then pulled away from the dark street corner and rounded the corner. Soft feminine fingers fished out his wallet, extracting $243 and 7 credit cards. Handing the credit cards over to the man in the front seat, saying "put these with the rest" Her European accent is now nearly gone after 6 years in the states, but still she is an exotic beauty who knows what she wants and her organization is wide spread. Off the SUV went into the night and his life... well, let's just say, it has taken a turn when he least expected it to. His wrists where bound behind his back where he could do no more groping. Leg spreader was put on his ankles to keep him from moving too quickly or in the wrong direction. Laughter filled the SUV as another conquest has been secured. Her leather gloved hand moved between his thighs, rubbing him in a way that would be called sexual harassment in any other setting. She was pleased that his cock responded in his drugged state and his hips moved to her hand.
(3/14/13)
A long ride and several induced orgasms, with the man being fed his own cum resulted in getting to the dirt road and its bumps for the last few miles to "the farm" run entirely by women all of whom have been somehow degraded by men of power. Well the men thought they had power until they got here. Women hold the extreme power over them, as it has been since their birth. Men here can make adequate pets and servants, but only after extensive training and modification. Its a new world out here, and men need to find their rightful place in it.
The man was led out and stripped of whatever clothing they had left. Now as he looked around, he saw many naked men in shackles. It was apparent this was to strip men of their dressings. Stripping them down to the bareness of submission to women. Even the most discerning person could not tell the mail clerk from the CEO, now. His arms were secured behind his back and his legs were in shackles preventing him from doing anything else but shuffle along like all the others. The only people that have freedom here are the women. Those are the ones with the whips carried either on their leather belt or in their hands. The men don't dare look at the women in the eyes for fear of the taste of the whip on their backside. The new man felt the sharp sting of the double tail whip on his ass as his breath was pulled sharply in, midst the female laughter all around.
(3/21/13)
The man was lead over to the middle of the courtyard near the apparatus designed to conduct public humiliation. The women handlers didn't care one way or another, but the men ended up quite humiliated much of the time. The new man was spread eagled and ankles clipped to the rings designed for that. His hands were tied together and hoisted high above his head, almost too much for him to be able to stand on his feet. He showed fright on his face as a crop was lifting his flaccid member with the end of the crop. Everyone was watching this familiar ritual now, as he was displayed for everyone to see.
One of the women was cupping his member in her hand, judging it as if he were cattle at an auction. Deftly before he knew what was going on, she put a steel cage around it and locked it up. She clipped the single key on a large key ring with at least 25 others. There was a number on the key, which is what he will be known as after this. His mind kept going back to his former life and the number of women he had abused either sexually or mentally. He realized that any erection he gets will give him pain, much to the delight of his captors.
"I now present to you 14256" was all anyone heard and everyone laughed and had a smile on their face as they paraded around him. The women slid their bodies against him, causing him to get aroused and hurt himself on the cage. This went on for an hour, then he was left standing there so everyone could see what the former executive was reduced to. Of course, the president of a competing firm had suffered the same fate two weeks earlier.
(12/29/13)
After he was finally let down and lead to his new home, a 9x9 foot jail cell with a thin mattress on the floor and a can for him to use for excrement. That night a small meal, laced with estrogen hormones was slid under the door and he was so hungry he devoured it without once thinking about what he ate. Finally after such a taxing day, he curled up on the mattress, sliding the thin covering over him and slept as much as possible (which was not much).
The former executive must have slept some, as in place of the a nice breakfast waiting for him, there sat some frilly panties and a lacy top. These barely concealed anything, but it was all he had to cover him. He snugged up the panties, concealing his new device that controlled his erection and slid the top over his head. If he had a mirror he would have checked himself out to see what he looked like. His breakfast was slid under the door as soon as he put on the clothes. Little did he realize, this was the start of conditioning. He dresses pretty = he gets fed.
He got a small cup of coffee and half a English Muffin with a very small portion of butter. He knelt down, keeping both knees tight together and daintily ate the breakfast. He was being observed as he would be from the first day forward.
(12/30/13)
He was chilly, so he put on the only clothes there were. Panties, and a lacy top. Surprisingly, it didn't feel that bad to him. But his feet were cold on the concrete floor, so as if they read his mind a pair of 5" heels with locks on them so they wouldn't slip off were slid into his cage. He put them on and waited, and waited. Finally sensing he would be there a long long time, he locked the pretty little locks and the door opened as if by magic.
Appeared a beefy looking woman guard, who took him by the wrist leading him out of the cage. He struggled to walk on the heels, but somehow got the hang of it as he was lead into a medical room. There he was spread eagle face down on a leather table. He liked the smell of leather. He was inhaling the scent of leather and something else he couldn't quite place. His wrists and ankles were bound down tightly with no chance for escape. He was then pushed and prodded and given a thorough inspection. This included a forceful anal exam that was the most uncomfortable part for him. He was given a full syringe of antibiotics as was explained to him. He might have carried in some male viruses and these needed to be eliminated. Little did he know, what he got was 90% estrogen and some antibiotics just in case.
While he was struggling against the bonds, his entire back side was lathered up and shaved bare and his head. He was forcefully turned around and tied down on his back, and the rest of his body hair was removed. Thankfully his new clothes were returned to him, panties and top. There was an erotic feeling as the pretty clothes were slid onto his bare body.
A collar was fastened around his neck and locked into place. It had his number in the center of the front of the collar, followed by the name 'paula' He was then led into the courtyard, where he was passed around like a piece of meat. He was subjected to lewd and vulgar comments by the guards and inmates alike. He liked the attention, and got a little stiff by the touching and rubbing. Not as stiff as he normally would get, which he thought was due to the rough treatment he got.
Somehow, in his mind, he was thinking he was the most attractive one there. With that thought in his head, he actually did a little strutting around the yard. He loved the attention he got and smiled nicely at the others.
29.12.13
That 'thing' again (part 2)
(12/5/13)
At the appointed time, late in the day Natasha came striding up the front walk to my office. I never get tired of watching her. Upon opening the door, she gave me an ever increasingly warm hug, lingering in the hug. I am sure she is not even aware of the need to press herself against me or that she dares not sit down until I lead her over to the sofa.
Me settled in my chair across from her and she sitting on the comfy sofa, she was looking at my chest or rather the pendant hanging around my neck.
"Sharon, that thing is still happening. It is getting so frustrating and I don't know what to do about it. I really appreciate all your help about it, though. Boris and I had an argument today, so I am a bit unsettled today. Forgive me please. OH MY, Sharon that is most beautiful pendant I have ever seen you wear. You look simply wonderful today and I already feel better just being here."
I took the pendant from around my neck, holding it by the delicate gold chain.
"I am glad you like it Natasha, I just got it from an admirer and I love how it sparkles in the light I am sorry you are so frustrated by that thing, bothering you. I hope I can put your mind at ease and we can spend some time together"
I twisted the chain and it spun in the light sending off shards of light flickering in Natasha's eyes as she watched. I started moving it side to side, like I had done with other pendants in the previous visits. As if on automatic, Natasha's eyes followed. Side to side, flickering lights... tired eyes... visibly drooping, Natsha's body sinking. .
"I am glad you like my pendant Natasha, and you find it relaxing after a long but oh so frustrating week." No longer did I say the word relaxing when Natasha's body just sank deeper into the soft sofa. Her eyes looked at the pendant trying to keep up with the swinging gem. "Just relax, Natasha, and follow the pendant with your eyes. Each week it gets better to relax here with me. You have been thinking being here is the perfect end to the long, frustrating week. You have been wanting to relate all your frustration with your week in confidence with me"
Natasha nodded, trying to voice her sentiments but all that came out was "yesss... relax... deprr" Natasha repeating the word relax is a trigger that accelerates her relaxation and drowsy feeling. Natasha picked up on my suggestion to share her week with me. I just love it when a subject hypnotizes themselves.
"Sharon... umm... Boris and I have been fighting over our lack of sex. I so need to climax, but I haven't been able to without.... ummmm... I don't even know. Ever since you helped me quit smoking... ummm, I just cant seem to climax at all."
I watch Natasha squirm and let out a soft moan when relating what was on her mind. She stuck her finger in her mouth and sat just there. It was a strongly sexual act. She wasn't even aware of her mouth sucking on her finger. It make such sensual image as she make sucking sounds.
(12/7/13)
"Natasha, relax deeper. Feel your body go limp and weak.", I whispered to her. Natasha, just let go.... even her finger dropped out of her mouth as her hand plopped onto her lap. "Natasha, you want to relate your dreams to me. You had this most wonderful dream where you and I were making out on the sofa. You have been wanting to tell me about your feelings for that have grown each time we talk. You are so glad I cured you of smoking and wish to repay me for my kindness. When I snap my fingers you will wake and feel warm, aroused. You look in my eyes and realize what you want"
Snapping my fingers, Natasha opened her eyes looking at me. Then she looked at her watch and fished out some $20s to lay on the desk. I came over to the sofa, smiling looking at her. Natasha just looked in my eyes, letting out a soft gasp and moaning softly as she put her finger back in her mouth, sucking on it.
"Sharon, I can't tell you how appreciative I am for you curing me of my awful smoking habit. I don't think I can thank you enough for the kindness you show me." I feel Natasha leaning closer to me, inhaling her perfume and thinking how awful that she can't climax at all (NOT!!).
Natasha looks at me quietly asking, "Sharon I am feeling very warm do you mind of I unbutton my top? I don't know why I am so warm" She kept looking in my eyes, waiting for my response.
"of course not, Natasha, I want you to feel comfortable and relaxed with me. Open your top if it makes you feel better" Sometimes people just need permission to proceed.
I watched Natasha's fingers fumble with the buttons, as slowly one by one the buttons popped open revealing her modest breasts with dark nipples. Subtly she ran a finger over each nipple as she pulled her top off her shoulder and laid back against the sofa. I couldn't help but admire her perfect breasts and amazingly rigid nipples.
"I feel better, thank you Sharon", were the words that slipped out of her mouth as her finger slid into her mouth again. Sitting there with her breasts exposed to the cool air with her finger in her mouth, listening to the slurping sounds of sucking. I watched her droopy eyes as her lips were sucking on her finger and she looked so beautiful. I, too, was feeling warm and .... well, rather dewy at the moment.
"Oh Sharon, will you join me on the sofa? I really like to be close to you. You have been so very kind to me", whispered Natasha. Her eyes never left mine, and I could see lust in her eyes, as I sat very close to her. Natasha took her wet finger from her mouth and circled her nipple as she leaned very close to me. I could feel her hot breath on my face, as she looked in my eyes. "Sharon, I was dreaming about you last night. I couldn't get you off my mind. I... umm... would love to kiss you Sharon. I hope you think that's ok, with me being your client and all.... pleaseeeeee"
I laid my hand on her tummy as her lips touched mine, igniting a fire in both of us. Natasha had the most beautiful lips, full and sensuous, promising pleasure. I felt her lips pressing against mine, as I felt a little tremor shake her body. Her tongue licked my lips as we kissed longer.... my hand exploring the soft firmness of her belly.
(12/15/13)
Kissing took on a life of its own, as Natasha yielding to the probing of my tongue in her mouth. Her body was warm and sensuous as my hand explored her belly and slide over her right breast. I felt her nipple respond as she gasped and tangled her fingers in my hair, hungry for more kissing.
Finally, breaking the longest kiss in history, Natasha laid back looking in my eyes. "Sharon, I just can't have sex with Boris anymore, I just can't. I never really liked it very much anyway, but it got me to the US and modeling. Now that I am here, it is impossible to engage sexually with him anymore." She looked in my eyes, and confessed what she had been carrying around with her. Finally, as she lowered here eyes, "I am sorry to take so much of your time", Natasha said as I watched her chest moving up and down with her panting. "but I just find you so comforting and I just have no secrets from you. I... umm.... wonder if you would like to go out to dinner some night.... I don't know why I asked that"
"I would love to, Natasha", I smiled answering before she could retract her invite.
After Natasha covered herself up again, I escorted her to the door. We exchanged the hottest, deepest kissing with her pressed back against the door frame. I could feel her body melt to mine. We said goodbye, and I watched her beautiful body make its way toward her car. She looked a little unsteady but I was hoping the dinner would happen soon.
(12/23/13)
I got a phone call from Natasha Monday morning and as I answered I thought her voice sounded different. I heard a breathless kind of Natasha, "Boris is out of town, Sharon and I was ... um wondering.... if you would come over tonight for dinner. It would mean so much to me, Sharon. I really, really love to spend time with you. 7pm, ok? I leave your name with the guard at the locked gate" I had to admire her honesty with me and the hesitation in her voice as she said what she had to say and clicked off. I smiled sitting there thinking about Internationally knows model, inviting me for dinner.
After business hours I showered and dressed in a nice conservative black dress, heels stockings.... a pretty pendant. I took her address from my file and drove to her place, 15 minutes early. The guard said I was expected and directed me to her large home. I rang the bell, and was greeted warmly by Natasha. She took my hand, led me and after the door clicked shut gave me a warm kiss. She had on a flowing dress that seemed to glide over her body as she moved. Quite lovely and fascinating.
We sat on the loveseat across from the sofa, sipping wine and talking intimately. Natasha has this delightful way of leaning in when she talks with me, almost touching me with her lips.
"I apologize if I was forward and too direct, Sharon" she whispered. "I really like you and wanted to spend an evening with you. I have been thinking a lot about you, lately", she confessed to me letting it hang there. I caressed her cheek as I felt a shudder come over her. "... a lot of thinking, Sharon" "I wanted you..... you..... here", she seemed to be rambling and overwhelmed by my touch.
(12/24/13)
Natasha, as if on auto pilot confessed "I really like your new pendant, Sharon. It goes so well with your dress and .... your eyes..... your eyes"
I lifted it up off my bodice and took it off as her eyes never left it. I held it in front of her eyes, slightly above her eyes twirling the gold chain in my fingers as she looked at it.
"I am so glad you like it Natasha, I picked this one especially for tonight and for you. Do you see how close the color is to my eyes, almost perfectly... almost perfectly", I whispered to Natasha. Her eyes went from the pendant to my eyes, back to the pendant, back to my eyes. "I think the combination of my eyes and pendant is very relaxing, Natasha. Let your eyes follow the pendant while you look in my eyes. Feel how relaxing that is, Natasha. Feel it.... deeply", I suggested to the beautiful model. She just seemed to sink before my eyes, her tired eyes never leaving the pendant that was begun to swing side to side. Her eyelids looked so heavy and tired.
"Sharon, I love looking at the pendant you selected just for me. ... love looking.... looking deep... love.....", Natasha whispered as her index finger entered her mouth. She sucked on her finger, slurping sounds as her hips moved suggestively.
(12/29/13)
Natasha got that far away look in her eyes that I love so much. "Just watch Natasha, there is nothing so important as watching and relaxing. Every time you feel aroused, you slide your index finger in your mouth and such it suggestively. Sucking your finger gets you even hotter and needier. You came to me to cure your smoking, which we did so amazingly successfully. You are very appreciative of me curing you of smoking. In fact, you love me for curing you of smoking. Only recently have you noticed the inability to achieve climax in any situation. You have been ultimately frustrated about that, but so relaxed when you are with me. You are seeking me out more and more, because it feels right. It is only natural because you feel so hot and relaxed with me. Hot and relaxed with me, Natasha. Now when I say the single word 'alert' you will look at me and feel so close to me. There are no barriers between us, like there are with you and others. You feel hot and alert now..... alert"
Natasha opened her eyes looking in mine, her lips were sucking harder on her finger as she blinked once. "Oh Sharon, I am so fortunate to be able to spend time with you. I hope you are feeling the same way about me and being here." Natasha almost had the entire finger in her mouth, sucking noises were heard as she leaned forward, like she felt she needed to do. "I hope you feel this way with me, Sharon. I can not get over how sexy your lips are, Sharon. I feel nothing .... umm... Sharon, I hate to admit to you but I can not climax at all. I have tried everything, Sharon. I feel so like crying, it never happens anymore", Natasha said as she slid her finger from her mouth with a little pop. She was so close I felt her breath on my lips as her hands held my head. Natasha practically threw her luscious body on me as we shared a deep moaning, groaning, grinding kiss.
At the appointed time, late in the day Natasha came striding up the front walk to my office. I never get tired of watching her. Upon opening the door, she gave me an ever increasingly warm hug, lingering in the hug. I am sure she is not even aware of the need to press herself against me or that she dares not sit down until I lead her over to the sofa.
Me settled in my chair across from her and she sitting on the comfy sofa, she was looking at my chest or rather the pendant hanging around my neck.
"Sharon, that thing is still happening. It is getting so frustrating and I don't know what to do about it. I really appreciate all your help about it, though. Boris and I had an argument today, so I am a bit unsettled today. Forgive me please. OH MY, Sharon that is most beautiful pendant I have ever seen you wear. You look simply wonderful today and I already feel better just being here."
I took the pendant from around my neck, holding it by the delicate gold chain.
"I am glad you like it Natasha, I just got it from an admirer and I love how it sparkles in the light I am sorry you are so frustrated by that thing, bothering you. I hope I can put your mind at ease and we can spend some time together"
I twisted the chain and it spun in the light sending off shards of light flickering in Natasha's eyes as she watched. I started moving it side to side, like I had done with other pendants in the previous visits. As if on automatic, Natasha's eyes followed. Side to side, flickering lights... tired eyes... visibly drooping, Natsha's body sinking. .
"I am glad you like my pendant Natasha, and you find it relaxing after a long but oh so frustrating week." No longer did I say the word relaxing when Natasha's body just sank deeper into the soft sofa. Her eyes looked at the pendant trying to keep up with the swinging gem. "Just relax, Natasha, and follow the pendant with your eyes. Each week it gets better to relax here with me. You have been thinking being here is the perfect end to the long, frustrating week. You have been wanting to relate all your frustration with your week in confidence with me"
Natasha nodded, trying to voice her sentiments but all that came out was "yesss... relax... deprr" Natasha repeating the word relax is a trigger that accelerates her relaxation and drowsy feeling. Natasha picked up on my suggestion to share her week with me. I just love it when a subject hypnotizes themselves.
"Sharon... umm... Boris and I have been fighting over our lack of sex. I so need to climax, but I haven't been able to without.... ummmm... I don't even know. Ever since you helped me quit smoking... ummm, I just cant seem to climax at all."
I watch Natasha squirm and let out a soft moan when relating what was on her mind. She stuck her finger in her mouth and sat just there. It was a strongly sexual act. She wasn't even aware of her mouth sucking on her finger. It make such sensual image as she make sucking sounds.
(12/7/13)
"Natasha, relax deeper. Feel your body go limp and weak.", I whispered to her. Natasha, just let go.... even her finger dropped out of her mouth as her hand plopped onto her lap. "Natasha, you want to relate your dreams to me. You had this most wonderful dream where you and I were making out on the sofa. You have been wanting to tell me about your feelings for that have grown each time we talk. You are so glad I cured you of smoking and wish to repay me for my kindness. When I snap my fingers you will wake and feel warm, aroused. You look in my eyes and realize what you want"
Snapping my fingers, Natasha opened her eyes looking at me. Then she looked at her watch and fished out some $20s to lay on the desk. I came over to the sofa, smiling looking at her. Natasha just looked in my eyes, letting out a soft gasp and moaning softly as she put her finger back in her mouth, sucking on it.
"Sharon, I can't tell you how appreciative I am for you curing me of my awful smoking habit. I don't think I can thank you enough for the kindness you show me." I feel Natasha leaning closer to me, inhaling her perfume and thinking how awful that she can't climax at all (NOT!!).
Natasha looks at me quietly asking, "Sharon I am feeling very warm do you mind of I unbutton my top? I don't know why I am so warm" She kept looking in my eyes, waiting for my response.
"of course not, Natasha, I want you to feel comfortable and relaxed with me. Open your top if it makes you feel better" Sometimes people just need permission to proceed.
I watched Natasha's fingers fumble with the buttons, as slowly one by one the buttons popped open revealing her modest breasts with dark nipples. Subtly she ran a finger over each nipple as she pulled her top off her shoulder and laid back against the sofa. I couldn't help but admire her perfect breasts and amazingly rigid nipples.
"I feel better, thank you Sharon", were the words that slipped out of her mouth as her finger slid into her mouth again. Sitting there with her breasts exposed to the cool air with her finger in her mouth, listening to the slurping sounds of sucking. I watched her droopy eyes as her lips were sucking on her finger and she looked so beautiful. I, too, was feeling warm and .... well, rather dewy at the moment.
"Oh Sharon, will you join me on the sofa? I really like to be close to you. You have been so very kind to me", whispered Natasha. Her eyes never left mine, and I could see lust in her eyes, as I sat very close to her. Natasha took her wet finger from her mouth and circled her nipple as she leaned very close to me. I could feel her hot breath on my face, as she looked in my eyes. "Sharon, I was dreaming about you last night. I couldn't get you off my mind. I... umm... would love to kiss you Sharon. I hope you think that's ok, with me being your client and all.... pleaseeeeee"
I laid my hand on her tummy as her lips touched mine, igniting a fire in both of us. Natasha had the most beautiful lips, full and sensuous, promising pleasure. I felt her lips pressing against mine, as I felt a little tremor shake her body. Her tongue licked my lips as we kissed longer.... my hand exploring the soft firmness of her belly.
(12/15/13)
Kissing took on a life of its own, as Natasha yielding to the probing of my tongue in her mouth. Her body was warm and sensuous as my hand explored her belly and slide over her right breast. I felt her nipple respond as she gasped and tangled her fingers in my hair, hungry for more kissing.
Finally, breaking the longest kiss in history, Natasha laid back looking in my eyes. "Sharon, I just can't have sex with Boris anymore, I just can't. I never really liked it very much anyway, but it got me to the US and modeling. Now that I am here, it is impossible to engage sexually with him anymore." She looked in my eyes, and confessed what she had been carrying around with her. Finally, as she lowered here eyes, "I am sorry to take so much of your time", Natasha said as I watched her chest moving up and down with her panting. "but I just find you so comforting and I just have no secrets from you. I... umm.... wonder if you would like to go out to dinner some night.... I don't know why I asked that"
"I would love to, Natasha", I smiled answering before she could retract her invite.
After Natasha covered herself up again, I escorted her to the door. We exchanged the hottest, deepest kissing with her pressed back against the door frame. I could feel her body melt to mine. We said goodbye, and I watched her beautiful body make its way toward her car. She looked a little unsteady but I was hoping the dinner would happen soon.
(12/23/13)
I got a phone call from Natasha Monday morning and as I answered I thought her voice sounded different. I heard a breathless kind of Natasha, "Boris is out of town, Sharon and I was ... um wondering.... if you would come over tonight for dinner. It would mean so much to me, Sharon. I really, really love to spend time with you. 7pm, ok? I leave your name with the guard at the locked gate" I had to admire her honesty with me and the hesitation in her voice as she said what she had to say and clicked off. I smiled sitting there thinking about Internationally knows model, inviting me for dinner.
After business hours I showered and dressed in a nice conservative black dress, heels stockings.... a pretty pendant. I took her address from my file and drove to her place, 15 minutes early. The guard said I was expected and directed me to her large home. I rang the bell, and was greeted warmly by Natasha. She took my hand, led me and after the door clicked shut gave me a warm kiss. She had on a flowing dress that seemed to glide over her body as she moved. Quite lovely and fascinating.
We sat on the loveseat across from the sofa, sipping wine and talking intimately. Natasha has this delightful way of leaning in when she talks with me, almost touching me with her lips.
"I apologize if I was forward and too direct, Sharon" she whispered. "I really like you and wanted to spend an evening with you. I have been thinking a lot about you, lately", she confessed to me letting it hang there. I caressed her cheek as I felt a shudder come over her. "... a lot of thinking, Sharon" "I wanted you..... you..... here", she seemed to be rambling and overwhelmed by my touch.
(12/24/13)
Natasha, as if on auto pilot confessed "I really like your new pendant, Sharon. It goes so well with your dress and .... your eyes..... your eyes"
I lifted it up off my bodice and took it off as her eyes never left it. I held it in front of her eyes, slightly above her eyes twirling the gold chain in my fingers as she looked at it.
"I am so glad you like it Natasha, I picked this one especially for tonight and for you. Do you see how close the color is to my eyes, almost perfectly... almost perfectly", I whispered to Natasha. Her eyes went from the pendant to my eyes, back to the pendant, back to my eyes. "I think the combination of my eyes and pendant is very relaxing, Natasha. Let your eyes follow the pendant while you look in my eyes. Feel how relaxing that is, Natasha. Feel it.... deeply", I suggested to the beautiful model. She just seemed to sink before my eyes, her tired eyes never leaving the pendant that was begun to swing side to side. Her eyelids looked so heavy and tired.
"Sharon, I love looking at the pendant you selected just for me. ... love looking.... looking deep... love.....", Natasha whispered as her index finger entered her mouth. She sucked on her finger, slurping sounds as her hips moved suggestively.
(12/29/13)
Natasha got that far away look in her eyes that I love so much. "Just watch Natasha, there is nothing so important as watching and relaxing. Every time you feel aroused, you slide your index finger in your mouth and such it suggestively. Sucking your finger gets you even hotter and needier. You came to me to cure your smoking, which we did so amazingly successfully. You are very appreciative of me curing you of smoking. In fact, you love me for curing you of smoking. Only recently have you noticed the inability to achieve climax in any situation. You have been ultimately frustrated about that, but so relaxed when you are with me. You are seeking me out more and more, because it feels right. It is only natural because you feel so hot and relaxed with me. Hot and relaxed with me, Natasha. Now when I say the single word 'alert' you will look at me and feel so close to me. There are no barriers between us, like there are with you and others. You feel hot and alert now..... alert"
Natasha opened her eyes looking in mine, her lips were sucking harder on her finger as she blinked once. "Oh Sharon, I am so fortunate to be able to spend time with you. I hope you are feeling the same way about me and being here." Natasha almost had the entire finger in her mouth, sucking noises were heard as she leaned forward, like she felt she needed to do. "I hope you feel this way with me, Sharon. I can not get over how sexy your lips are, Sharon. I feel nothing .... umm... Sharon, I hate to admit to you but I can not climax at all. I have tried everything, Sharon. I feel so like crying, it never happens anymore", Natasha said as she slid her finger from her mouth with a little pop. She was so close I felt her breath on my lips as her hands held my head. Natasha practically threw her luscious body on me as we shared a deep moaning, groaning, grinding kiss.
23.12.13
new neighbors (part 2)
Misty's eyes popped open and she just stared at my lips. She leaned closer, "oh Sharon, you have the sexiest lips I have ever seen. I can't take my eyes off your lips, Sharon", was the last thing she said as she pressed her lips to mine kissing me as if her life depended on it. I heard a low moaning, not sure if it was me or Misty and not caring.
(12/13/15)
Misty looked at her watch and knew she needed to be doing something, but didn't want to leave me. She reluctantly rose and I escorted her to the door. Looking out front door, I saw my neighbor Kimberly watching us as Misty gave me the warmest hug imaginable. Misty waved to Kimberly as she sped off in the other direction. Kimberly looked at me with a questioning look, as I walked over to talk with her. I swear she looked nervous as I got closer.
I stopped close to her and mentioned I was so glad to be living in such an affluent neighborhood and next to her. Kimberly told me that every house had more than 4000 sq. I smiled as she talked partially out of nervousness, I am sure. "I met a friend of yours today, kim. Her name is Misty and is quite charming. She spoke glowingly of you, kim.", I told her as I looked in her eyes. Actually, she hadn't mentioned kim at all, but it made kim smile. "I am looking forward to meeting some more of the women around here. I think that would be very nice", I planted an idea in Kim's head.
It did take long to germinate, as kim volunteered, "then you want to talk with Sheri. She lives just on the other side of you, in that green house. She and I do most of that kind of organizing stuff. She is in her 40s but looks like her 20s, everyone loves her. So I guess you are kind of surrounded by us organizers" Hmmm, I am getting to like the sound of that... Kim and Sheri cuddled together with me.
(12/16/13)
That little discussion with the forthcoming Kim got my mind to working. I kind of get really focused when I am working toward a result. So far everything was going smoothly. Misty was coming back tomorrow, Kim was ever eager to see what I was doing and volunteering information that I was filing away for further reference and Sheri who I was yet to meet, but certainly would soon. The delicious part is that the men are off doing whatever it is they think makes them some money and the women are home, doing whatever or going to the club. Yes, I think I will go to the club.
I put on my little exercise gear, tight and showing off my assets. Backing the Lexus out of the driveway, and speeding off to the club. Sure I could have walked over, but I love driving so here I am. I walked in, showing the little card I got when I bought the house and got paired up with Marcia who showed me all the little gizmos that make our bodies looking like Venus. As Marcia was bending and stretching to show me things, I was sure checking her out. I bet she knows so many of the women around here, so she will be very helpful. I got a little familiar dampness right were it counts thinking about all of this wealth and power at my fingertips.
"Thank you so much Marcia, I think I am going to love it here", I gushed enthusiastically as I laid my hand on her arm. That little thing just froze Marcia there on the spot, the silence growing as the seconds ticked off.
I did my little workout to the stares of some of the women I haven't even met so far. There was one man there and from the look of the bulge in his shorts, he was enjoying it too. After working up a sweat, I retired to the locker room, found my locker..... changed out of my clothes, wrapping a towel around me, slid into the sauna. I enjoyed the moist heat of the sauna (and between my legs), as I laid my head back a towel laid across my lap. This is really nice, I was thinking as I hear someone come in and splashing more water on the rocks, causing the steam to cloud the room. "hiya, I'm Debi", came the enthusiastic introduction. She was bubbly and very cute. She also lives across the development from me, it turns out. She invited me over for some wine later on, "cuz her hubbie was out on a business trip" I accepted with a smile, and she told me that 7 might work, which I agreed. (mental note: Debi with the bouncy tits)
(12/18/13)
I dried off, dressed and walked out through the weight room to the exit. I wonder if they arranged it this way on purpose, because I got lots of attention. Maybe it was because I am new, or maybe they liked what they saw. Either way, it was flattering to me.
Around 6pm, I started to shower and get ready for the wine date with Debi. She is so bubbly that I think this might be fun. I am anxious to hear what her husband does. I dropped a little gizmo that a woman I contract with developed. I think I might use it on Debi's computer, which is actually her husband's computer. Yes, the plans for infiltrating companies for my new project is starting to germinate and blossom. I found a nice tight leather skirt, white blouse, beige demi bra and panties, thigh high stockings, open toe heels..... slipping my long blonde hair into a ponytail. Setting off to Debi's house. I am duly impressed with everything so far and see no obstacles to my plans. For some reason, thinking about my project moving forward gets a dampness between my thighs. Well, more than a dampness, really. *wink*
I walked along the path ways, waving at others I saw. I made mental notes of the attractive women, and their daughters as I wound my way to Debi's. I was looking forward to spending some time with Debi, the vivacious and engaging woman she is. I also wanted to find where their PC is plant my little device there. The supposed range of the device is over a mile, so I think any house in the community will be well within range. I had barely used the door knocker, when Debi opened it with a huge smile. I noticed she had on a halter top that barely contained her full breasts, and tight capri pants. Barefoot too....
She took my arm and walked me into her house, which is magnificent. She showed me around the main floor with the high arching ceilings and hard wood floors. Quite spectacular, really. Then the mini tour ended in the sitting room, "I thought we could sit here as its nice and cozy" I agreed that cozy sounds nice. I also noticed the office right next door to this room, so that's convenient. She plopped down on the loveseat and patted the cushion next to her. I sat next to her sensing her warmth right beside me. She half leaned over me to pour the wine and we each took a sip. I was beginning to like this woman.
While sipping the second glass, having talked and laughed through the time, I mentioned "Debi, I wanted to show you something I got in South America. I think its one of the most amazing things. I have it here in my purse if you would like to see it" She got so excited and agreed. I could tell from all the glittery bracelets and dangling sparkly earrings, this was just her cup of tea. "ok, just relax while I find it" I fumbled around in my purse, pretending to search for it as I watched her lean back on the loveseat. The anticipation was getting to her, as I held the amazingly sparkling jewel by its chain. I heard an "ohhhh", as I held it up in front of her eyes.
I leaned back on the loveseat with my elbow, as my hand held the chain above her head and the jewel in front of her eyes. The jewel was slightly above her eyes, so she had to strain to see it as I twirled in the light. "its so sparklyyyyyy, oh wow, I love how ... umm... it looks.... I um, really.... um, really... ohhhh thank you, I love it", exclaimed Debi as her voice kind of faded off, losing it usual bubbly quality.
"I bought it from this small out of the way shop in Buenos Aires, and I just had to bring it home to show my friends. The lady said it had special fascinating qualities", I told her cutting off her exclamations of excitement. Debi was now just staring at it as I could see the facets reflecting into her eyes. I took the glass of wine from her hand, setting it on the glass table. "I see those qualities in it, don't you Debi?", I asked. It took her a full 5 seconds to respond to the question.
"yessss, I see ..... I love it"
After about 30 seconds of twirling it and her having to look up with her eyes she relaxed noticeably and I could see how it was affecting her. Her eyes were hooded by her eyelids and her arms hung limply at her side, one brushing against my hip.
"It is absolutely the most fascinating jewel, Debi. Notice how relaxing it is to just take in all the colours and shiny facets. It's so fascinating, you can't take your tired eyes off it. You must follow it with your eyes, never losing sight of it", I whispered to her leaning closer. I started it swinging side to side as it twirled and predictably her eyes followed. I was starting to notice her long slow blinks and her eyes drooping as she slid deeper against the cushions. Her mouth was open slightly and her breathing deep, regular. "Just relax and watch, Debi. Just relax"
I heard a little whimper coming from her, as a drop of drool formed at the corner of her mouth. She looked so beautiful going into a deep trance, listening to me, being with me. "That's right Debi, everything I say sounds so important to you and you have a strong sense of need to be here with me. A couple of things, Debi. Your eyes are so heavy there is no way to keep them open, but you will continue to listen to me. You love listening to me.", I whispered. I saw her eyelids flutter and close to a soft whimper.
"You are feeling totally relaxed now, Debi, but you rapt attention to my words. You are loving our time together and will jump at any chance to spend more time together. You love complimenting me, which causes you have a tingle come over your body. You love that feeling, so your compliments keep coming and the tingles get stronger. When I ask about your husband's work, you want to tell me everything you know. Telling me about your husband, you try to impress me with how important he is. Whenever I ask you if you want to see my new pendant, you get so excited to see it. Now just rest, sit here and rest. When I ask you to again open your eyes and look in mine, you will feel so refreshed and drawn to me. For now just relax... relax for Sharon", I gave her some instructions which she absorbed without knowing it.
I looked at her as I put away the pendant and withdrew the little gizmo to give me access to both Debi and her husband. Debi was resting comfortably as I quietly went into the next room. I saw what appeared to be his work computer and underneath the keyboard tray, affixed the little gizmo no larger than a button right under the wireless keyboard. He won't even notice the malware installing on his system the next time he wakes the computer up, nor the keystroke sniffer that will send back every single keystroke he or she hits. The little transmitter has a range of a mile, so I will have everything I need from here.
I walk back into the sitting room, seeing Debi right where I left her, looking so peaceful and vulnerable. I sat down where I was, next to her. Whispering the words to awaken her trance, without a trace of it having happened. As her eyelids started to flutter, I reached over to fill our glasses and held hers in front of her.
She opened her eyes, looking in mine as I held her glass. "Oh Sharon, what were you saying?", she asked innocently.
"More wine, Debi?"
"Oh gosh, I would love some more", she said as she took the wine feeling my fingers touching hers.
"You are the most incredible person, Sharon. I can't tell you how happy I am to have met you at the club today", she exclaimed leaning closer to me. I could see a little shudder go thru her as she raised the glass to her lips.
(12/19/13)
I could see Debi being extra exuberant, if that was possible. She was so bubbly at the club when we met, but now she was practically squirming off the loveseat and toward me no less. Oh I think Debi and I are going to be very good friends. Suddenly she jumped up and said, "Sharon how about I give you a tour of the rest of the house? I really would like you to see it" Is she really flirting with me, I was wondering as she inched even closer.
"I would love to see it, Debi. You have such a nice house and you are such a energetic woman. I love the way compliments just seem to run off your tongue", I smile and said. I am sure something else would run off her tongue too!!
Jumping up she took my hand and lead us both up the staircase. "you just have to see the master bath, Sharon. I mean its to die for", she exclaimed as we rounded the corner to a room big enough to house most of some smaller houses I have seen. Skylights, multiple shower heads in an expansive shower, that obviously could host several people. The dressing area was huge, and the walk in closet that you could get lost in. The closet(s) lead through to a magnificent master bedroom. It was kind of frill and girlie, but definitely had a huge wow factor. A deck went along one entire wall, with sliding glass door(s) all along it, opening to a view of the ocean that was so gorgeous.
Debi sat on the bed, finished with this part of the tour was my guess. "Debi, you never told me what your husband does", I said as I sat next to her on the bed. She had this way of leaning closer while her voice got softer and had a sultry tone to it.
"well, Gaylord is very important at his job. He has over 100 people working for him, and reports directly to the president. He sits on the board of directors and is the roving ambassador for the company. He is v-e-r-y important, at least that is what he tells me.", she giggled in the most delightful way. My mind was spinning as I felt Debi touch my hand that was on the bed cover. 100s of workers under him, board of directors, ambassador of the company, close to the president.. yes, this was definitely part of my direction and Debi led me right to it. Bless her. "Gosh, Sharon, you have the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. A girl could just got lost in your eyes, Sharon"
"Oh thank you Debi. I appreciate how open and honest you are. I think we are going to get along well together. Wanna meet at the club tomorrow again? Say around 1pm? I could use a good workout. As much as I am enjoying your company, I really need to be getting back Debi", I said. I stood up and Debi took my hand again as we went downstairs to the front door. At the door she gave me the most sensual hug, molding to my body, that I have ever felt. I slipped out and down her walk, going quite a ways before I heard her door close. I am sure she was checking me out... positive of it.
(12/20/13)
I had a really nice sleep in that huge bed, a wonderfully leisurely hot shower before putting on jeans and a loose top. I had a bit to eat on the way out the door, firing up the lexus and driving off to the development shop I have set up. I walked in and all my mensa level cuties are busy at work. A crowd of 6 or 7 were working on the stairmaster, the lifecycle, the elliptical software that will be needed soon. I walked over to Stacy and asked her to download the data from the first installed sniffer device.
She smiled up at me and asked me if I wanted to use the ID and Password they captured to get into My bigshot's account. I just smiled and sat down, looking at his email. I saw some from the executive committee and some more personal things, things I need to know.... and Debi's wrote him about meeting a new neighbor that she just raved about. "How about the malware, Stacy", I asked and what I saw was a live video shot of Debi's sitting there, glassy eyed, breathing heavy absorbing the insidious messages sent out. I grabbed a couple more of the sniffer gizmos as I had a standing order of 50, which should be good for this project.
I saw her say, "I understand and comply", which nearly sent me over the edge. I slid my fingers along Stacy's neck as we watched. We watched NLP being installed in sweet Debi. Her eyes unblinking, open as wide as her mind. She will be convincing her husband of a need for a new secretary as soon as he gets back. Little Annie sitting in the back, prim and proper will be submitting her resume soon. It's a resume that any executive would love to see sliding across his desk.
Stacy needed an incentive for doing so well with the programming, so I merely said "Stacy, indulge" as I exited the facility. I could hear some heavy breathing going on, and moaning like you wouldn't believe. I expect the programming of the best exercise equipment money can buy to be complete by next week.
(12/23/13)
Hmmmm in my haste to check on the new programming I completely forgot about the ultra secret project in the back room. I hope its ready for New Years Eve at the community party, because that is its purpose for now. There are going to be so many different subliminal stimuli going on around my new community, that absolutely everyone will be affected. Yes the project is coming along well.
I got home just in time to change into my skin tight leopard skin lycra workout tights. They give me a cat like quality as I walk in my new club. I knew Debi would be waiting for me, so we could workout together. I walked into the workout area and Debi ran over to me, hugging me and telling me how amazing I looked today. I hear her let out a sigh as she went on and on about my outfit and what it did for me. I put my things away in the locker room to some stares from some of the other women there. I just smiled back as I walked out to do some intense cardio work.
Debi kept working out, never very far from where I was exercising. I stretched on the mat in front of the mirror and had to admit my outfit did attract attention. I warmed up on the treadmill, working up a nice sweat before heading over to the eliptical, which always gets my heart pumping and my legs feeling strong. Some of the women were watching me with envy and the two men there were looking at me with something more than envy. I think they had other ideas about me and my body from the look of their tights that hid nothing from my view.
After I finished my workout on the eliptical, toweling off and sipping some water, Debi came over. She said how impressed she is with my workout discipline. I whispered, "why don't we meet in the sauna after I do some more upper body work" Debi nearly swooned and excitedly agreed that would be perfect. I agree, perfect indeed.
Sitting alone in the sauna after my workout, just me and my towel when in walks Debi and sits close to me. Debi smiles big, puts more water on the rocks to a delightful hissing sound, like a snake about to attack. She sits by me and I say "To relax is to obey" Debi's eyes go blank as she responds.
"I understand and comply"
I used the trigger implanted with our little insidious device. Debi stared straight ahead, a vessel waiting to be filled.
"You are to go to Gaylord's office immediately after leaving the club. You will take the device I slipped into your jacket pocket and place it under his secretary's PC and then leave the office. You will feel so good about obeying and complying that as soon as you return home, the moment you walk in the door, you will climax thinking of Sharon screaming out her name. Now wake and leave the club without talking to anyone"
No sooner were the suggestions implanted when Debi got up and walked out of the sauna as if she was on a mission. This device Debi has gives the subliminal messages to whoever is close enough to hear, like Gaylord's secretary. It suggests she is fed up with the job and ready to quit. A day or two of this, and there will be a vacancy at Gaylord's office. Annie will be submitting (lovely word) her resume in a day or two, leaving it on the vacant desk of Gaylord's secretary and surely will get the position.
Continued
(12/13/15)
Misty looked at her watch and knew she needed to be doing something, but didn't want to leave me. She reluctantly rose and I escorted her to the door. Looking out front door, I saw my neighbor Kimberly watching us as Misty gave me the warmest hug imaginable. Misty waved to Kimberly as she sped off in the other direction. Kimberly looked at me with a questioning look, as I walked over to talk with her. I swear she looked nervous as I got closer.
I stopped close to her and mentioned I was so glad to be living in such an affluent neighborhood and next to her. Kimberly told me that every house had more than 4000 sq. I smiled as she talked partially out of nervousness, I am sure. "I met a friend of yours today, kim. Her name is Misty and is quite charming. She spoke glowingly of you, kim.", I told her as I looked in her eyes. Actually, she hadn't mentioned kim at all, but it made kim smile. "I am looking forward to meeting some more of the women around here. I think that would be very nice", I planted an idea in Kim's head.
It did take long to germinate, as kim volunteered, "then you want to talk with Sheri. She lives just on the other side of you, in that green house. She and I do most of that kind of organizing stuff. She is in her 40s but looks like her 20s, everyone loves her. So I guess you are kind of surrounded by us organizers" Hmmm, I am getting to like the sound of that... Kim and Sheri cuddled together with me.
(12/16/13)
That little discussion with the forthcoming Kim got my mind to working. I kind of get really focused when I am working toward a result. So far everything was going smoothly. Misty was coming back tomorrow, Kim was ever eager to see what I was doing and volunteering information that I was filing away for further reference and Sheri who I was yet to meet, but certainly would soon. The delicious part is that the men are off doing whatever it is they think makes them some money and the women are home, doing whatever or going to the club. Yes, I think I will go to the club.
I put on my little exercise gear, tight and showing off my assets. Backing the Lexus out of the driveway, and speeding off to the club. Sure I could have walked over, but I love driving so here I am. I walked in, showing the little card I got when I bought the house and got paired up with Marcia who showed me all the little gizmos that make our bodies looking like Venus. As Marcia was bending and stretching to show me things, I was sure checking her out. I bet she knows so many of the women around here, so she will be very helpful. I got a little familiar dampness right were it counts thinking about all of this wealth and power at my fingertips.
"Thank you so much Marcia, I think I am going to love it here", I gushed enthusiastically as I laid my hand on her arm. That little thing just froze Marcia there on the spot, the silence growing as the seconds ticked off.
I did my little workout to the stares of some of the women I haven't even met so far. There was one man there and from the look of the bulge in his shorts, he was enjoying it too. After working up a sweat, I retired to the locker room, found my locker..... changed out of my clothes, wrapping a towel around me, slid into the sauna. I enjoyed the moist heat of the sauna (and between my legs), as I laid my head back a towel laid across my lap. This is really nice, I was thinking as I hear someone come in and splashing more water on the rocks, causing the steam to cloud the room. "hiya, I'm Debi", came the enthusiastic introduction. She was bubbly and very cute. She also lives across the development from me, it turns out. She invited me over for some wine later on, "cuz her hubbie was out on a business trip" I accepted with a smile, and she told me that 7 might work, which I agreed. (mental note: Debi with the bouncy tits)
(12/18/13)
I dried off, dressed and walked out through the weight room to the exit. I wonder if they arranged it this way on purpose, because I got lots of attention. Maybe it was because I am new, or maybe they liked what they saw. Either way, it was flattering to me.
Around 6pm, I started to shower and get ready for the wine date with Debi. She is so bubbly that I think this might be fun. I am anxious to hear what her husband does. I dropped a little gizmo that a woman I contract with developed. I think I might use it on Debi's computer, which is actually her husband's computer. Yes, the plans for infiltrating companies for my new project is starting to germinate and blossom. I found a nice tight leather skirt, white blouse, beige demi bra and panties, thigh high stockings, open toe heels..... slipping my long blonde hair into a ponytail. Setting off to Debi's house. I am duly impressed with everything so far and see no obstacles to my plans. For some reason, thinking about my project moving forward gets a dampness between my thighs. Well, more than a dampness, really. *wink*
I walked along the path ways, waving at others I saw. I made mental notes of the attractive women, and their daughters as I wound my way to Debi's. I was looking forward to spending some time with Debi, the vivacious and engaging woman she is. I also wanted to find where their PC is plant my little device there. The supposed range of the device is over a mile, so I think any house in the community will be well within range. I had barely used the door knocker, when Debi opened it with a huge smile. I noticed she had on a halter top that barely contained her full breasts, and tight capri pants. Barefoot too....
She took my arm and walked me into her house, which is magnificent. She showed me around the main floor with the high arching ceilings and hard wood floors. Quite spectacular, really. Then the mini tour ended in the sitting room, "I thought we could sit here as its nice and cozy" I agreed that cozy sounds nice. I also noticed the office right next door to this room, so that's convenient. She plopped down on the loveseat and patted the cushion next to her. I sat next to her sensing her warmth right beside me. She half leaned over me to pour the wine and we each took a sip. I was beginning to like this woman.
While sipping the second glass, having talked and laughed through the time, I mentioned "Debi, I wanted to show you something I got in South America. I think its one of the most amazing things. I have it here in my purse if you would like to see it" She got so excited and agreed. I could tell from all the glittery bracelets and dangling sparkly earrings, this was just her cup of tea. "ok, just relax while I find it" I fumbled around in my purse, pretending to search for it as I watched her lean back on the loveseat. The anticipation was getting to her, as I held the amazingly sparkling jewel by its chain. I heard an "ohhhh", as I held it up in front of her eyes.
I leaned back on the loveseat with my elbow, as my hand held the chain above her head and the jewel in front of her eyes. The jewel was slightly above her eyes, so she had to strain to see it as I twirled in the light. "its so sparklyyyyyy, oh wow, I love how ... umm... it looks.... I um, really.... um, really... ohhhh thank you, I love it", exclaimed Debi as her voice kind of faded off, losing it usual bubbly quality.
"I bought it from this small out of the way shop in Buenos Aires, and I just had to bring it home to show my friends. The lady said it had special fascinating qualities", I told her cutting off her exclamations of excitement. Debi was now just staring at it as I could see the facets reflecting into her eyes. I took the glass of wine from her hand, setting it on the glass table. "I see those qualities in it, don't you Debi?", I asked. It took her a full 5 seconds to respond to the question.
"yessss, I see ..... I love it"
After about 30 seconds of twirling it and her having to look up with her eyes she relaxed noticeably and I could see how it was affecting her. Her eyes were hooded by her eyelids and her arms hung limply at her side, one brushing against my hip.
"It is absolutely the most fascinating jewel, Debi. Notice how relaxing it is to just take in all the colours and shiny facets. It's so fascinating, you can't take your tired eyes off it. You must follow it with your eyes, never losing sight of it", I whispered to her leaning closer. I started it swinging side to side as it twirled and predictably her eyes followed. I was starting to notice her long slow blinks and her eyes drooping as she slid deeper against the cushions. Her mouth was open slightly and her breathing deep, regular. "Just relax and watch, Debi. Just relax"
I heard a little whimper coming from her, as a drop of drool formed at the corner of her mouth. She looked so beautiful going into a deep trance, listening to me, being with me. "That's right Debi, everything I say sounds so important to you and you have a strong sense of need to be here with me. A couple of things, Debi. Your eyes are so heavy there is no way to keep them open, but you will continue to listen to me. You love listening to me.", I whispered. I saw her eyelids flutter and close to a soft whimper.
"You are feeling totally relaxed now, Debi, but you rapt attention to my words. You are loving our time together and will jump at any chance to spend more time together. You love complimenting me, which causes you have a tingle come over your body. You love that feeling, so your compliments keep coming and the tingles get stronger. When I ask about your husband's work, you want to tell me everything you know. Telling me about your husband, you try to impress me with how important he is. Whenever I ask you if you want to see my new pendant, you get so excited to see it. Now just rest, sit here and rest. When I ask you to again open your eyes and look in mine, you will feel so refreshed and drawn to me. For now just relax... relax for Sharon", I gave her some instructions which she absorbed without knowing it.
I looked at her as I put away the pendant and withdrew the little gizmo to give me access to both Debi and her husband. Debi was resting comfortably as I quietly went into the next room. I saw what appeared to be his work computer and underneath the keyboard tray, affixed the little gizmo no larger than a button right under the wireless keyboard. He won't even notice the malware installing on his system the next time he wakes the computer up, nor the keystroke sniffer that will send back every single keystroke he or she hits. The little transmitter has a range of a mile, so I will have everything I need from here.
I walk back into the sitting room, seeing Debi right where I left her, looking so peaceful and vulnerable. I sat down where I was, next to her. Whispering the words to awaken her trance, without a trace of it having happened. As her eyelids started to flutter, I reached over to fill our glasses and held hers in front of her.
She opened her eyes, looking in mine as I held her glass. "Oh Sharon, what were you saying?", she asked innocently.
"More wine, Debi?"
"Oh gosh, I would love some more", she said as she took the wine feeling my fingers touching hers.
"You are the most incredible person, Sharon. I can't tell you how happy I am to have met you at the club today", she exclaimed leaning closer to me. I could see a little shudder go thru her as she raised the glass to her lips.
(12/19/13)
I could see Debi being extra exuberant, if that was possible. She was so bubbly at the club when we met, but now she was practically squirming off the loveseat and toward me no less. Oh I think Debi and I are going to be very good friends. Suddenly she jumped up and said, "Sharon how about I give you a tour of the rest of the house? I really would like you to see it" Is she really flirting with me, I was wondering as she inched even closer.
"I would love to see it, Debi. You have such a nice house and you are such a energetic woman. I love the way compliments just seem to run off your tongue", I smile and said. I am sure something else would run off her tongue too!!
Jumping up she took my hand and lead us both up the staircase. "you just have to see the master bath, Sharon. I mean its to die for", she exclaimed as we rounded the corner to a room big enough to house most of some smaller houses I have seen. Skylights, multiple shower heads in an expansive shower, that obviously could host several people. The dressing area was huge, and the walk in closet that you could get lost in. The closet(s) lead through to a magnificent master bedroom. It was kind of frill and girlie, but definitely had a huge wow factor. A deck went along one entire wall, with sliding glass door(s) all along it, opening to a view of the ocean that was so gorgeous.
Debi sat on the bed, finished with this part of the tour was my guess. "Debi, you never told me what your husband does", I said as I sat next to her on the bed. She had this way of leaning closer while her voice got softer and had a sultry tone to it.
"well, Gaylord is very important at his job. He has over 100 people working for him, and reports directly to the president. He sits on the board of directors and is the roving ambassador for the company. He is v-e-r-y important, at least that is what he tells me.", she giggled in the most delightful way. My mind was spinning as I felt Debi touch my hand that was on the bed cover. 100s of workers under him, board of directors, ambassador of the company, close to the president.. yes, this was definitely part of my direction and Debi led me right to it. Bless her. "Gosh, Sharon, you have the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. A girl could just got lost in your eyes, Sharon"
"Oh thank you Debi. I appreciate how open and honest you are. I think we are going to get along well together. Wanna meet at the club tomorrow again? Say around 1pm? I could use a good workout. As much as I am enjoying your company, I really need to be getting back Debi", I said. I stood up and Debi took my hand again as we went downstairs to the front door. At the door she gave me the most sensual hug, molding to my body, that I have ever felt. I slipped out and down her walk, going quite a ways before I heard her door close. I am sure she was checking me out... positive of it.
(12/20/13)
I had a really nice sleep in that huge bed, a wonderfully leisurely hot shower before putting on jeans and a loose top. I had a bit to eat on the way out the door, firing up the lexus and driving off to the development shop I have set up. I walked in and all my mensa level cuties are busy at work. A crowd of 6 or 7 were working on the stairmaster, the lifecycle, the elliptical software that will be needed soon. I walked over to Stacy and asked her to download the data from the first installed sniffer device.
She smiled up at me and asked me if I wanted to use the ID and Password they captured to get into My bigshot's account. I just smiled and sat down, looking at his email. I saw some from the executive committee and some more personal things, things I need to know.... and Debi's wrote him about meeting a new neighbor that she just raved about. "How about the malware, Stacy", I asked and what I saw was a live video shot of Debi's sitting there, glassy eyed, breathing heavy absorbing the insidious messages sent out. I grabbed a couple more of the sniffer gizmos as I had a standing order of 50, which should be good for this project.
I saw her say, "I understand and comply", which nearly sent me over the edge. I slid my fingers along Stacy's neck as we watched. We watched NLP being installed in sweet Debi. Her eyes unblinking, open as wide as her mind. She will be convincing her husband of a need for a new secretary as soon as he gets back. Little Annie sitting in the back, prim and proper will be submitting her resume soon. It's a resume that any executive would love to see sliding across his desk.
Stacy needed an incentive for doing so well with the programming, so I merely said "Stacy, indulge" as I exited the facility. I could hear some heavy breathing going on, and moaning like you wouldn't believe. I expect the programming of the best exercise equipment money can buy to be complete by next week.
(12/23/13)
Hmmmm in my haste to check on the new programming I completely forgot about the ultra secret project in the back room. I hope its ready for New Years Eve at the community party, because that is its purpose for now. There are going to be so many different subliminal stimuli going on around my new community, that absolutely everyone will be affected. Yes the project is coming along well.
I got home just in time to change into my skin tight leopard skin lycra workout tights. They give me a cat like quality as I walk in my new club. I knew Debi would be waiting for me, so we could workout together. I walked into the workout area and Debi ran over to me, hugging me and telling me how amazing I looked today. I hear her let out a sigh as she went on and on about my outfit and what it did for me. I put my things away in the locker room to some stares from some of the other women there. I just smiled back as I walked out to do some intense cardio work.
Debi kept working out, never very far from where I was exercising. I stretched on the mat in front of the mirror and had to admit my outfit did attract attention. I warmed up on the treadmill, working up a nice sweat before heading over to the eliptical, which always gets my heart pumping and my legs feeling strong. Some of the women were watching me with envy and the two men there were looking at me with something more than envy. I think they had other ideas about me and my body from the look of their tights that hid nothing from my view.
After I finished my workout on the eliptical, toweling off and sipping some water, Debi came over. She said how impressed she is with my workout discipline. I whispered, "why don't we meet in the sauna after I do some more upper body work" Debi nearly swooned and excitedly agreed that would be perfect. I agree, perfect indeed.
Sitting alone in the sauna after my workout, just me and my towel when in walks Debi and sits close to me. Debi smiles big, puts more water on the rocks to a delightful hissing sound, like a snake about to attack. She sits by me and I say "To relax is to obey" Debi's eyes go blank as she responds.
"I understand and comply"
I used the trigger implanted with our little insidious device. Debi stared straight ahead, a vessel waiting to be filled.
"You are to go to Gaylord's office immediately after leaving the club. You will take the device I slipped into your jacket pocket and place it under his secretary's PC and then leave the office. You will feel so good about obeying and complying that as soon as you return home, the moment you walk in the door, you will climax thinking of Sharon screaming out her name. Now wake and leave the club without talking to anyone"
No sooner were the suggestions implanted when Debi got up and walked out of the sauna as if she was on a mission. This device Debi has gives the subliminal messages to whoever is close enough to hear, like Gaylord's secretary. It suggests she is fed up with the job and ready to quit. A day or two of this, and there will be a vacancy at Gaylord's office. Annie will be submitting (lovely word) her resume in a day or two, leaving it on the vacant desk of Gaylord's secretary and surely will get the position.
Continued
14.12.13
Getting to know the neighbors..... (Part 1)
I just moved into an up-scale neighborhood in the hills of central Calif near the coast and am looking forward to meeting my new neighbors. I rented office space downtown for my Psychology practice and aim to put together a nice range of clients. I enjoyed my time at UCLA getting my masters and making the move back to Calif seemed like the thing to do.
I am sitting on my deck, having my morning tea while watching my neighbors moving about, making mental notes on the age ranges and genders. I make some notes in my notepad, that will reflect my first impressions.
I am sitting on my deck, having my morning tea while watching my neighbors moving about, making mental notes on the age ranges and genders. I make some notes in my notepad, that will reflect my first impressions.
- 11/30 First observations. I saw several possibilities right in my own neighborhood. That's good, that way I don't have to rely on the club or other places to find people.
3.12.13
That thing again (part 1)
I remember getting a rather frantic voice mail from Natasha, that Russian elegant woman whose spouse made his money in the oil fields in Siberia. All it said was "that thing is happening again, may I please come in to see you?" So of course, I called her appointment secretary and made an appointment for late on Monday for her. She always prefers to see me late, so that her social standing is not compromised by seeing a sex therapist. I mean here is this former model from the Mother country that millions are lusting after, seeing a sex therapist. What would that do to her reputation as sex Goddess?
(11/23/13)
My thoughts ran back to the first time Natasha asked for an appointment and walked through the office door and into my life. She explained right off she was married to an older oil man from her country, and that money was no object to help her with her little problem. While the reason to be seated across from me, was her smoking problem, it went deeper than that. I am now glad we spent that first session talking and getting to know each other. Besides, she had on this very elegant but totally hot outfit. She even pouted when I wouldn't let her smoke in the session.
It was interesting that first time, where she complimented me on my appearance. I tried to draw her thoughts to me, as I asked her about the red shade of my matching lipstick and fingernail polish. I held my glossy fingernails up in front of her eyes, as she just looked at them. "I... um.... I think that is a perfect shade for you", was all she could stammer out in her very sexy Russian accent. Holding my fingers in the light, I noticed her attention being drawn to me and more specifically, my fingernails.
"My fee is $150 per hour and I suggest a weekly schedule. This fits with your thoughts?", I suggested. All I got was a nod. "I think late afternoons are best, in case we run over a bit on our sessions. I tend to go on and on about things that I feel are important. If this is agreeable you may call back with the day that fits best for you for a 5pm appoitment" I got no response to this, but I know that my words had sunk in. I give her my card with the instructions on the back, indicating she was to call back with her perfect day to see. me.
I helped her to her feet, as she seemed just a bit unsteady. I slipped my arm in hers and she leaned against me as I walked her to the door. I escorted her out and smiled as I went back to take notes about our first meeting.
(11/26/13)
My voice mail was indicating I had three messages waiting on me. The first was a synopsis from my answering service on the calls I receive. The second from a grossly overweight woman who exclaimed she had lost .5 lbs and was ecstatic about it, imagine. The third and most important one was from Natasha, which indicated Friday was perfect, but she was not sure why she called and sounded confused about it. I marked that down at 5pm and thought that should start my weekend off on the right foot, seeing how it was already Thursday morning. Now what should I wear on Friday???
Friday I kept watching the security camera from the parking lot and caught a glimpse of Natasha walking in to her appointment. I love that she takes her time going anywhere and moves in such a delightful way. For myself I decided on a black dress, long sleeves with a short skirt, thigh hi's, strapy heels and my usual red lipstick. I had a amethyst pendant laying between my breasts and my bra and panties are black, and I am going to enjoy this appointment in a huge way. I watched walk all the way into my building and walk to the back to suite 127, ring the bell and wait for me to open the door.
Going to the door, I could feel the dew between my legs. I opened it and escorted Natasha to the sofa to start our session. I took the chair immediately across from her, crossing my legs and smiling at her. Natasha indicated she had set up an automatic payment, weekly, so we didn't have to worry about any of those nasty bills. I had noticed that my account was increased by the agreed upon fee, so we were all set. "Is that ok with you, Sharon", she asked as she stretched out her impossibly long legs and smiled. "if our sessions go longer, I can just pay in cash, Sharon", she added. Amazingly she held her right hand up as if she were cradling a cigarette in her fingers, supporting her elbow on her thigh.
(11/29/13)
"Natasha, as you know I am a therapist and employ many techniques to help people. I have studied various methods to help my clients and have some amazing results. I think your smoking is deeply rooted and may need some advanced techniques. I suggest we talk about how hypnosis can allow me to get at the source of your issue with smoking and how it affects you", I mentioned as my fingers played with my pendant resting on my breasts. I noticed her eyes were on my pendant, or my fingers.... or whatever caught her attention. "I really think this would expedite the process to get at the causes so we, together, can come up with a plan to help rid you of your cigarette habit. Does this make sense?", I asked.
Natasha blinked her eyes, before looking in my eyes saying "I would have to let the details up to you, Sharon. You are the expert and I hope you can help me" I smiled at her and thought that was very sensible. I noticed her eyes returning to the pendant and my fingers as soon as she quit speaking. "I feel very good with you and hope we can get started with however you want to proceed, soon. This smoking is driving me crazy and my husband hates it, so I try to make things good for him. I always try to make things good for him", she added as I caught a sense of her wanting to open up to me which is just what I wanted.
Taking off my pendant and holding it by the delicate gold chain I added, "Since you seem to like my pendant and you look very relaxed I think we should get started. Just put both feet on the floor and relax into the sofa as you watch my pendant with your eyes. Relaxation is the key, deep relaxation and opening up to me", I lowered my voice to create a soothing tone. I started to move the pendant side to side as her eyes followed. Her feet were flat on the floor and I got a glimpse of her panties as took a deep breath. "That's right Natasha, just watch the pendant with your eyes and relax your body starting at your head, letting your eyes relax... your mouth.... down your neck, relaxing and opening. You are doing a very good job at relaxing and watching", I told her as her mouth relaxed open a bit and her eyes took on a tired look while each breath relaxed her more. Her hands were resting on the sofa beside her legs and she seemed very comfortable without me even talking to her.
(11/30/13)
I watched as Natasha stared at the pendant swinging in front of her eyes. Her eyes trying to keep up the motion, falling behind as her limp arms relaxed more, her shoulder slumping forward. "yes, you are feeling tired and sleepy. My pendant has special properties. You are unable to take your eyes off of it, swinging in front of you. You feel good, just relaxing and knowing you are doing well. You are taking special delight and excitement in complimenting me. You want to know all about me and what I do here with you. You want to tell me about your smoking problem, so when I ask you about it you find it easy to tell me about it. Now tell me when you smoke most often, Natasha", I urge her.
Natasha looks up at me, her eyes glazed and unfocused as her lips form the answer.
"in mornings.... after meal.... especially after sex... yes sex.... after sex", came the monotone answer.
"now, Natasha, you are really feeling warm and rested. You are alert and energetic, feeling closer to me even more so than last time. On the count of three you will awaken, refreshed and hot....
1 - feeling a bit more alert and conscious of everything we talked about
2 - feeling close to me and happy
3 - feeling warm and totally alert...."
I snap my fingers and Natasha's eyes gain focus and smiles at me.
(12/1/13)
Natasha looks at her watch and notices that the time is almost up. Then she looks at me and smiles. I can see her looking at my legs and over my body, as she admits "I could like really use a cigarette now, Sharon. I feel so darn good right now. You are really a beautiful woman and I do not say that to everyone, Sharon" I noticed that she squirmed and inhaled sharply after complimenting me.
"Why do you feel the need for a cigarette, Natasha, but thank you very much for the heartfelt compliment. That means a lot to me"
"I am just in the mood, you know Sharon? Oh yes, definitely in the mood",
"I know we are over time but could we just sit and talk, Sharon. Please"
Natasha counted out 5 $20 bills and laid them on the desk as I came to sit close to her. I noticed that Natasha has this sensual way about her, almost seductive.
"Sharon, I have to tell you.... my husband and I are having sex problems. I get really frustrated with him not being able to give me orgasm, you know? I mean it has been months since I had such a feeling, Sharon. Ohhh, I could really use a cigarette"
"Natasha, sex is very important to a relationship. In fact, it defines a relationship in the intimacy of sex. I can see you are a woman that needs a full sexual relationship and you tell me he is not providing that for you. You just need something, don't you", I asked Natasha.
She leaned closer, close enough for me to get a whiff of her perfume and see the look in her eyes that told me about her mood.
"Sharon, I would love to have sex 3 or more times a day with something other than my fingers or vibe. I need sex from a person, someone attractive and intelligent. I am really being put off by men, too. They just don't do it for me. I hope you understand my feelings, Sharon"
Wow, this woman can put on the full court press without actually saying it. I understand her feelings and feel a heat between my legs. I can see her squeeze her thighs together as she leans closer. I can almost feel her breath on me.
"Natasha, next time lets delve deeper into your feelings and try to curb your need to have cigarettes. Lets try to substitute that habit in you, ok?"
We both rise and I lead her to the door, when she turns to give me a hug. A hug that molded her body to me as she whispers, "I would really like to explore my feelings with you, Sharon" As quick as she said that she was out the door and into her car, whisking off while I closed my eyes and remembered this meeting. I almost forgot to stuff the $20s into my purse on my way out.
(12/3/13)
Those thoughts of our start brings me back to the present. All those weeks of Natasha showing up and revealing herself to me. I have a lovely stack of $20s sitting around too, which is always nice. But the nicest thing is that Natasha has this little thing going on still. This thing that she comes to see me about and spend time with me.
Continued
(11/23/13)
My thoughts ran back to the first time Natasha asked for an appointment and walked through the office door and into my life. She explained right off she was married to an older oil man from her country, and that money was no object to help her with her little problem. While the reason to be seated across from me, was her smoking problem, it went deeper than that. I am now glad we spent that first session talking and getting to know each other. Besides, she had on this very elegant but totally hot outfit. She even pouted when I wouldn't let her smoke in the session.
It was interesting that first time, where she complimented me on my appearance. I tried to draw her thoughts to me, as I asked her about the red shade of my matching lipstick and fingernail polish. I held my glossy fingernails up in front of her eyes, as she just looked at them. "I... um.... I think that is a perfect shade for you", was all she could stammer out in her very sexy Russian accent. Holding my fingers in the light, I noticed her attention being drawn to me and more specifically, my fingernails.
"My fee is $150 per hour and I suggest a weekly schedule. This fits with your thoughts?", I suggested. All I got was a nod. "I think late afternoons are best, in case we run over a bit on our sessions. I tend to go on and on about things that I feel are important. If this is agreeable you may call back with the day that fits best for you for a 5pm appoitment" I got no response to this, but I know that my words had sunk in. I give her my card with the instructions on the back, indicating she was to call back with her perfect day to see. me.
I helped her to her feet, as she seemed just a bit unsteady. I slipped my arm in hers and she leaned against me as I walked her to the door. I escorted her out and smiled as I went back to take notes about our first meeting.
(11/26/13)
My voice mail was indicating I had three messages waiting on me. The first was a synopsis from my answering service on the calls I receive. The second from a grossly overweight woman who exclaimed she had lost .5 lbs and was ecstatic about it, imagine. The third and most important one was from Natasha, which indicated Friday was perfect, but she was not sure why she called and sounded confused about it. I marked that down at 5pm and thought that should start my weekend off on the right foot, seeing how it was already Thursday morning. Now what should I wear on Friday???
Going to the door, I could feel the dew between my legs. I opened it and escorted Natasha to the sofa to start our session. I took the chair immediately across from her, crossing my legs and smiling at her. Natasha indicated she had set up an automatic payment, weekly, so we didn't have to worry about any of those nasty bills. I had noticed that my account was increased by the agreed upon fee, so we were all set. "Is that ok with you, Sharon", she asked as she stretched out her impossibly long legs and smiled. "if our sessions go longer, I can just pay in cash, Sharon", she added. Amazingly she held her right hand up as if she were cradling a cigarette in her fingers, supporting her elbow on her thigh.
(11/29/13)
"Natasha, as you know I am a therapist and employ many techniques to help people. I have studied various methods to help my clients and have some amazing results. I think your smoking is deeply rooted and may need some advanced techniques. I suggest we talk about how hypnosis can allow me to get at the source of your issue with smoking and how it affects you", I mentioned as my fingers played with my pendant resting on my breasts. I noticed her eyes were on my pendant, or my fingers.... or whatever caught her attention. "I really think this would expedite the process to get at the causes so we, together, can come up with a plan to help rid you of your cigarette habit. Does this make sense?", I asked.
Natasha blinked her eyes, before looking in my eyes saying "I would have to let the details up to you, Sharon. You are the expert and I hope you can help me" I smiled at her and thought that was very sensible. I noticed her eyes returning to the pendant and my fingers as soon as she quit speaking. "I feel very good with you and hope we can get started with however you want to proceed, soon. This smoking is driving me crazy and my husband hates it, so I try to make things good for him. I always try to make things good for him", she added as I caught a sense of her wanting to open up to me which is just what I wanted.
Taking off my pendant and holding it by the delicate gold chain I added, "Since you seem to like my pendant and you look very relaxed I think we should get started. Just put both feet on the floor and relax into the sofa as you watch my pendant with your eyes. Relaxation is the key, deep relaxation and opening up to me", I lowered my voice to create a soothing tone. I started to move the pendant side to side as her eyes followed. Her feet were flat on the floor and I got a glimpse of her panties as took a deep breath. "That's right Natasha, just watch the pendant with your eyes and relax your body starting at your head, letting your eyes relax... your mouth.... down your neck, relaxing and opening. You are doing a very good job at relaxing and watching", I told her as her mouth relaxed open a bit and her eyes took on a tired look while each breath relaxed her more. Her hands were resting on the sofa beside her legs and she seemed very comfortable without me even talking to her.
(11/30/13)
I watched as Natasha stared at the pendant swinging in front of her eyes. Her eyes trying to keep up the motion, falling behind as her limp arms relaxed more, her shoulder slumping forward. "yes, you are feeling tired and sleepy. My pendant has special properties. You are unable to take your eyes off of it, swinging in front of you. You feel good, just relaxing and knowing you are doing well. You are taking special delight and excitement in complimenting me. You want to know all about me and what I do here with you. You want to tell me about your smoking problem, so when I ask you about it you find it easy to tell me about it. Now tell me when you smoke most often, Natasha", I urge her.
Natasha looks up at me, her eyes glazed and unfocused as her lips form the answer.
"in mornings.... after meal.... especially after sex... yes sex.... after sex", came the monotone answer.
"now, Natasha, you are really feeling warm and rested. You are alert and energetic, feeling closer to me even more so than last time. On the count of three you will awaken, refreshed and hot....
1 - feeling a bit more alert and conscious of everything we talked about
2 - feeling close to me and happy
3 - feeling warm and totally alert...."
I snap my fingers and Natasha's eyes gain focus and smiles at me.
(12/1/13)
Natasha looks at her watch and notices that the time is almost up. Then she looks at me and smiles. I can see her looking at my legs and over my body, as she admits "I could like really use a cigarette now, Sharon. I feel so darn good right now. You are really a beautiful woman and I do not say that to everyone, Sharon" I noticed that she squirmed and inhaled sharply after complimenting me.
"Why do you feel the need for a cigarette, Natasha, but thank you very much for the heartfelt compliment. That means a lot to me"
"I am just in the mood, you know Sharon? Oh yes, definitely in the mood",
"I know we are over time but could we just sit and talk, Sharon. Please"
Natasha counted out 5 $20 bills and laid them on the desk as I came to sit close to her. I noticed that Natasha has this sensual way about her, almost seductive.
"Sharon, I have to tell you.... my husband and I are having sex problems. I get really frustrated with him not being able to give me orgasm, you know? I mean it has been months since I had such a feeling, Sharon. Ohhh, I could really use a cigarette"
"Natasha, sex is very important to a relationship. In fact, it defines a relationship in the intimacy of sex. I can see you are a woman that needs a full sexual relationship and you tell me he is not providing that for you. You just need something, don't you", I asked Natasha.
She leaned closer, close enough for me to get a whiff of her perfume and see the look in her eyes that told me about her mood.
"Sharon, I would love to have sex 3 or more times a day with something other than my fingers or vibe. I need sex from a person, someone attractive and intelligent. I am really being put off by men, too. They just don't do it for me. I hope you understand my feelings, Sharon"
Wow, this woman can put on the full court press without actually saying it. I understand her feelings and feel a heat between my legs. I can see her squeeze her thighs together as she leans closer. I can almost feel her breath on me.
"Natasha, next time lets delve deeper into your feelings and try to curb your need to have cigarettes. Lets try to substitute that habit in you, ok?"
We both rise and I lead her to the door, when she turns to give me a hug. A hug that molded her body to me as she whispers, "I would really like to explore my feelings with you, Sharon" As quick as she said that she was out the door and into her car, whisking off while I closed my eyes and remembered this meeting. I almost forgot to stuff the $20s into my purse on my way out.
(12/3/13)
Those thoughts of our start brings me back to the present. All those weeks of Natasha showing up and revealing herself to me. I have a lovely stack of $20s sitting around too, which is always nice. But the nicest thing is that Natasha has this little thing going on still. This thing that she comes to see me about and spend time with me.
Continued
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