It was a long day, make it long week. Around 3:30 on last Friday I got a call from Marci a girl I met about a week ago at a party and slipped her my card with my cell phone number written on the back. It turns out Marci was a friend of Sara's who was a lover of mine about 6 months ago. Marci and I talked a bit at the party. Nothing too much, although I could sense an attraction from both of us. She is a very attractive well-built, petite, dark brunette with some Hispanic heritage. As I do with people I am interested in, I was touching her arm while we talked. I love the feeling of a person while talking. Marci loved it from the sound of her slight purring. I loved the way she looked into my eyes as we were talking.
Back to the phone call, after thinking about Marci at the party. Marci was asking me about myself, although she could have asked Sara about me. So we talked awhile on the phone. Well actually she listened mostly as I told her about myself. I think she liked what she heard, because when I suggested we meet for a drink she immediately jumped at the chance to spend some time with me.
(1/1/2012)
We agreed to meet at this little place near my apartment so I could go home and change into more comfortable clothes after work. I put on a silky top and tight jeans and made my way along the street to the bar. Since I am tall and leggy and with a nice smile, I got many glances which always amuses me, as I just love the attention. My thoughts went back to Marci and how she just sat there with this docile smile on her face. It's like she was just waiting for something to happen. This, oddly enough, just makes me more heat up with passionate about making sure something signification does happen. That feeling spurred me on to give her my card. It's just a characteristic of me. The more a person is acting passive and submissive the more dominant I become.
I entered the dark bar well known as a place for gay/lesbian hookups. The place was pretty quiet that time of day. I saw a f/f couple talking quietly and giggling at the other end of the bar and two gay guys over by the jukebox. Then I saw Marci sitting alone at the bar. She looked up as I entered, smiling and watched me as I moved closer to her. She stood up as I got to her and gave me a long warm hug. It seemed as if she was trying to absorb my warmth into her as she molded her petite, but shapely, body into me. I stroked her hair as she pressed her face to my chest. After a few minutes I suggested we take a booth in the back> Marci was eager to agree to it, as she felt a little conspicuous by the bar. I ordered a wine and carried it to the booth with Marci following behind. I stopped at the booth and had Marci slide in first as I slid in next to her.
(1/2/2012)
I sat there, laying my hand on her arm, looking in her eyes. "this is the best way to get to know each other, Marci", I whispered. Marci agreed readily. I moved close enough so our thighs were touching. "you realize Sara and I were lovers, don't you? But that is long past and I am not with anyone now, are you?" Marci mouthed a quiet no as I brushed her hair back behind her ear. "you are alone, marci, and you don't want to be lonely. Am I right?" Marci looked up into my eyes and nodded. She then lowered her eyes trying to avoid direct eye contact with me. While her eyes locked onto my pendant that hung between my breasts and was sparkling from the candle from the table. "you have a need to make someone happy, don't you marci?" Marci nodded with a slight whimper and pressed a little closer while my fingers were sliding along her bare arm.
(1/5/2012)
I played with my pendant and Marci looked at it. I love coming here because the combination of a dark booth along with the candles on the table make it perfect to induce a nice feeling in my companions. Marci is the latest in string of companions, including her friend Sara who found my pendant equally enticing. I leaned forward so that my pendant nestled into my cleavage and Marci's eyes followed my movements completely.
If Marci was asked, Marci would say how she was feeling warm and compliant with me. Marci found me completely sexy and desirable. She was so happy to leave her bar stool and follow me to the booth. Even as close as we were, Marci was happy for the company. Marci's thoughts went back to the party where they met and how warm she felt talking with me, although she didn't remember much of the conversaion. Marci remembered that night in bed, as her fingers wandered their way between her legs. She had spasm after spasm rolling through her body as she moaned my name over and over. Those experiences led Marci to call Sharon the next day and hope they could meet up and spend some time together. Here Marci was, feeling me touch Marci similar to how Marci remembered it from the party, but feeling much hotter. Marci remembered that feeling from the party and that familiar feeling coursing through Marci's body. All of this raised Marci's libido to a fever pitch.
I unclasped my pendant and held it up in front of Marci's eyes, swinging it as I told Marci to relax and watch. Marci visibly relaxed, her eyes looking heavy as she watched the pendant sparkle and swing back and forth. Marci didn't consciously remember what I was saying but found my words exciting and hot to her mind.
(1/8/2012)
Marci keep looking at my pendant, watching the christmas lights twinkle off the pretty jade stone. Marci's eyes followed it swing side to side as her head felt just too heavy to move. Marci found she couldn't look away, as she kept hearing my words relax her more. Marci felt warm wherever I touched her. Marci could feel my soft fingers creep up her bare thigh while I was saying something or another. Marci just felt hot watching and listening, feeling a strong tingle wherever I touched her.
"just relax and watch marci. relax and listen to my words. you have been thinking about calling me to be with me ever since we first met. you dreamed about me that night and since. you dream about making me happy, marci. you feel so warm and heavy as your eyes try to follow my pendant. warm and heavy for me, marci. your body is tingling as you feel my hot breath on your neck."
(1/12/2012)
Marci was practically moaning as she felt my fingers moving over her bare legs, pushing her skirt higher. Unconsciously Marci leaned her head back against the back of the booth, revealing more of her neck and letting out a deep sigh. Marci was wondering why she didn't call me sooner, as she felt so warm and fascinated with me being here with her. Marci's legs parted of their own accord, opening in parallel with her mind. Marci wanted so much to just let her eyes close to the pleasure for just a second.... or more. Marci was licking her lips and her nipples were visibly engorged which just gets me hot. Marci has very prominent nipples that get thick and dark when she is aroused, showing thru her light blouse even in the dim lighting. This embarrassed Marci to no end. Marci could feel them harden to an aching feeling and felt herself feel a hot flush wash over her.
"marci just relax and enjoy our time together. Let yourself go with the feelings. Feel open to me and need to hid nothing from me." My lips grazed over marci's neck, presenting the most lovely gasp and shudder from marci. My fingers had nearly touched marci's panties, stroking the inside of her hot and trembling thighs.
(1/13/2012)
Marci found herself becoming more relaxed and really enjoying the evening with me. She was wondering why she hadn't called before and hopes I would agree to meeting more often. Suddenly without realizing it Marci tells me she is single and unattached. "i really like you, Sharon" confessed Marci without the slightest reservation. Marci continued looking in my eyes saying "i think about you every night, Sharon. Laying in bed, i can't help but touch myself. Sharon i hope thats ok" "gawd, Sharon, i can't stop thinking about you and i just had to call you"
Hearing her confession, I just smiled at how open Marci is about her desires and availability. I figured she was having masturbation thoughts about me. I felt the time was right to enhance my control of marci. marci is so open and vulnerable to additional programming.
(1/16/2012)
"marci, just relax deeper. So deep, marci, you won't remember what I told you tonight, but you will remember the feelings you expressed and how you are becoming obsessed with you constant intimate thoughts about me. marci, every time you touch yourself it feels like my fingers touching you and probing inside you. you have never felt such pleasure as when my fingers touch you. you are feeling so appreciative of my time and find me to be the most sexy, attractive woman you know." I snapped my fingers and marci blinked her eyes a couple of times while she gazed at me with a newly found desire building inside her.
(7/22/12)
Marci just looked at me. Marci is amazed at the feelings she is finding inside herself for me. Marci found herself slipping her hand between her legs to cup her wet sex as she looked in my eyes. "gawd, Sharon your eyes are so beautiful. So deep and beautiful, Sharon", moaned Marci as she tried to find something intelligent to say. Marci pushed her panties to the side and slipped two fingers into her needy sex, not even caring if I noticed or not. Marci pushed down onto her fingers with a soft moan escaping her lips. Her eyes went blank and gazing directly ahead to Sharon. "I um... I want.... I .. oh God, Sharon I want to kiss you so badly" moaned Marci as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. Marci was now lost in the kiss and humped her fingers wantonly.
(8/4/12)
Marci felt as if the kiss of my lips lasted forever. Her body seemed to explode on her fingers while kissing me. Marci's lips were glued to mine, her mouth open and accepting of my probing tongue. Not accepting, but needing me to kiss her deeper than anyone ever had. Marci looked into my eyes, losing herself in the depth of blue. Words from me penetrating her mind as soon as the kiss was ending. "marci, you have just had the hottest kiss in your life and it only fuels your need to a much stronger desire. You are lost to everything but this very moment that now defines your life." I whispered into the potently accepting Marci.
I looked in the blank stare that was Marci, and started to unbutton the blouse that hid her fabulous nipples. I so wanted to feel them under my fingers and therefore, did just what I wanted with the compliant, Marci. Marci just moaned at the heat generated by my gentle touch. I let my fingers slid inside the bra cup bringing the thick nipples to an aching hardness. "God, Sharon your touch drives me insane", moaned Marci as my fingers captured a nipple and applied pressure to it.
(12/14/12)
I slid my hand up under Marci's skirt finding her warm inner thigh as Marci opened her legs obediently. I could hear her panting and moaning. I kissed her again and could feel the passion in Marci's kiss as my fingers inched their way higher. I could feel the heat between her thighs, just as I could sense the hunger in her kisses. Marci compliantly opened her mouth to my tongue as made out in the booth.
I knew that Marci took a bus to get to my favorite bar, so I thought I would take her to my place and enjoy her. "marci, look in my eyes.... look deep... you are so willing to do what I suggest, you have no concept of saying no to me. You are sure I am the hottest woman you have ever met."
"Marci, why don't I give you a lift to my place and we can have some time alone?"
"oh Sharon, I would love that", Marci enthused as she picked up her purse and was ready to leave that very second.
I dropped $20 on the table and slipped my arm around Marci, escorting her to my car. Leaning her back against my car, I kissed her hard and deep. I could feel her press herself to me, while we kissed. Her mouth was open and receptive. She spread her thighs and pressed against my thigh as we kissed.
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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
12.8.13
Slave auction
In retrospect I find it kind of funny, talking with my three girlfriends about the charity auction. I mentioned it and posed the question whether we should go and perhaps invite Helen to join us. Helen is the really naive one and up for anything, so its perfect. After all, its for charity and I am sure she is charitable to a severe degree said the leader of the group, Sharon. We can convince her husband, that deadbeat golf pro, that we have some girl time together planned. I mean, what husband would not allow his wife for some of that time. He would be a fool to deny her.... anything.
The very next Friday night, Sharon invited the other two women to a kind of dark out of the way bar so plans could be made. Well, actually, Sharon had already made the plans and just needed to inform us in her own persuasive way. Sharon had us all convinced that Helen would be perfect for the auction. "imagine huns, Helen all blue eyed, blonde and clueless about what she is getting herself into" We all laughed at the image Sharon created in our heads. The time at the bar was to convince Helen to join them at the charity auction. It was all purely innocent, in appearance, but then you shouldn't take everything at face value should you? After all, its for charity Sharon kept saying to her girlfriends. We can offer the lovely and sexy Helen up for charitable contribution. Purely innocent.... sure it is.
(4/28/2012)
The very next day Sharon arranged to have lunch with Helen to talk about the charity auction. She was dressed very sharply and found a quiet little place to talk with Helen. Helen can waltzing in, looking hot and bubbly. Sharon and Helen exchanged warm hugs and sat down to talk through lunch. Sharon had prepared how she was going to present the topic to Helen, in a way that Helen would jump at. True to form, Helen thought it was a great idea. She was giggling and couldn't sit still after hearing all about it. Sharon suggested Helen needed to arrange some girl-time with her husband so we could enjoy the auction with time to spare. Right at lunch Helen had to use her cell phone to arrange, with her husband, a full week away and the two adjoining weekends. Sharon smiled to herself and thought to herself about the slave auction.... err... charity auction coming up.
(5/22/2012)
Sharon arranged for one of the girls to pick up Helen, because we knows if she will need her car since she is bound (I love that word) to be won by some lucky, although prearranged, person at the auction. Sharon was meeting with Monique while the girls were picking up Helen. Monique was originally from the south of France and ran a very successful dungeon (and brothel) in Paris before meeting and marrying her current (3rd) husband. Monique was so glad to participate in this charade because she has missed her former life. Her hubbie has a unused warehouse out in the sticks just aching to be used by an enterprising individual. I think we have found a use for it. Monique spent the past week getting out her toys / implements from storage and equipping the new playroom just for this occasion. Monique has quite the wild and demanding side, although she appears to be the sweetest demure woman you would ever meet. She parked her cargo van behind the building before coming in to finalize the situation with Sharon.
The other girls picked up a gigging and excited Helen. She told the girls her husband doesn't expect her back for 10 days, so she said "lets go have some fun and lots of it" Little does Helen know how much fun it will be. One of the girls asked Helen if she knows Sharon's friend, Monique, and Helen just shook her head. "oh thats ok, but Monique will be there too so I am sure there will be lots of bidding for you Helen" Helen just smiled a far away smile. "this is so cool, hubbie doesn't even know where I will be. Not that he cares much lately what I do or dont do" It sounds just perfect, doesn't Helen? Helen just nodding while squirming in her seat.
(5/27/2012)
While all the girls sat together with Sharon and Monique, Helen was back stage being prepped for the auction. She was being fixed up and had her hair done, her eyes... her nails... pampered and Helen loved it. Helen kept asking everyone what was going to happen, and the only answer she got was "dont worry, you are going to love it" Helen was given something to drink to calm her down a tad. "ohhh thats yummy", Helen oozed. One by one the other women were escorted on stage and the bidding began in earnest, while Helen sat there all relaxed and feeling disconnected. The bidding was getting louder and more intense. After all, who wouldn't want a real life slave girl? This organization has been going on for years and is even listed as a non-profit organization. Under the umbrella of a charitable organization was an actual slave market for wealthy bidders, Monique and her friends being quite well known among the patrons.
Finally it was Helen's turn and her conservative clothes had been changed into something quite remarkable. Her fabulous legs were on display as well as her ample cleavage and tight ass. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was forced to walk in 5" heels, teetering on them. Her handlers were on each site, holding onto her upper arms as she was just a little disoriented from her drink. They directing her this way and that, displaying her to the remaining bidders. The bidding started slowly, with Monique chiming in with a bid here and there to make sure this one did not get away. The auctioneer was pointing out her obvious attributes and the bidding got into the thousands where the others were only in the high hundreds. After all they save the prime slaves for last. Finally as the bidding was about over, a blindfold was slipped over Helen's eyes and a gag placed in her mouth. She stood there as the bidding concluded and money traded hands. Before Helen know anything or could weakly protest, she was whisked away to the waiting van and injected with a sedative before being driven to her new home.
(6/4/2012)
While the van sped off to its hidden destination, Helen laid there with her head leaning back against the seat and her firm thighs spread. Several pictures were taken, just as they had been during the auction just to ensure Helen doesn't try to escape. Imagine what these photos would do to her marriage and her previous life.
Monique sat beside Helen and fondled her property the entire trip. She kept telling Sharon she outdid herself this time. "there is nothing like a former society bitch to entertain me", she whispered in Helen's ears. Helen found herself moaning despite her weakening internal protests. Helen was thinking if she pretended to go along with it, maybe she can escape. Well those kinds of thoughts were slipping away and her body's arousal was clouding her mind. "my she's a needy bitch. I guess her high society hubbie didn't give her what she needed. I will make sure she has plenty of sex" whispered Monique to Sharon. Sharon was thinking how addicted to being used Helen was going to be.... and it won't take long, either.
(6/13/2012)
When Helen came to, she groggily looked around the darkened cold dank room hoping to sense where she was. She suddenly got frightened as her predicament became clearer. He moving her arms and legs reinforced her helplessness at the situation. Her thoughts immediately went to her husband, knowing that he couldn't possibly know where she was if she didn't even know. She struggled strongly against the even stronger leather restraints. She then realized it wasn't only her ankles and wrists bound tightly, but a thick strap went around her mid section and a leather strap was around her neck.
Helen tried to scream but the penis gag made that all but impossible. Strong hands suddenly took her and laid her over a leather covered table sort of thing. Her breasts were pushed through two openings and her ass draped over the end revealing two luscious holes for use.
Her legs were bound again, spread open wide to the point of being painful in their width. Her wrists were secured to the floor and the neck strap locked into place. As much as she struggled she only felt the pain of trying to get out. The physical pain and the mental pain of being in such a situation. A blindfold was slid in place, making her blind to her tormentors. Other than sight, all her other senses were alive and ultra sensitive by now.
She heard the click click click of high heels approaching and the pin prick of a needle in her asscheek..... "just to relax you for a bit, bitch", was all she heard from an all too familiar voice. Could it be? Oh no, please not Her....
(7/3/12)
Helen felt like she was floating and kept asking for her husband, which only amused Monique because her husband had no idea how to help his wife. In fact, no one knew how to help her. Helen vaguely felt her nipple being clamped strongly and weights hung from them, as something was inserted in her ass and inflated. Helen tried to struggle in the fog that was enveloping her mind. Helen seemed to remember being a bitch to Monique and Monique just smiling at her. Payback is hell, as the saying goes. Helen was given another injection which was designed to enhance the nerve endings so she would experience everything at a very high level. Helen felt her head raised and her mouth forced over a huge cock. "so, you show your disdain for black men do you? Now you were learn to respect all men for what they have for you, cunt"
Helen felt her mouth being raped by this huge cock and a low guttural sound reached her ears as the man, presumably black, was having his way with this white whore. He made no attempt to be gentle as Monique had her hand around his balls and was squeezing him to force him to pound his cock into Helen's mouth harder and deeper, despite Helen gagging and trying to avoid the raping of her mouth. The cameras were rolling and it looked as if Helen was enjoying the BBC being forced down her throat.
(7/10/12)
Helen could only gasp as she felt the huge cock stiffen even more just before exploding in her mouth. She felt like she was drowning in his cum, overflowing her mouth no matter how fast she tried to swallow. His hand gripped her hair, raising her face.... as he withdrew from her mouth and washed her face with the rest of his load. He then slapped her face with the semi-hard cock. The camera caught all the humiliation shown on Helen's face along with a surprising look of arousal and need.
The room was filled with laughter as her love tunnel was filled with the largest cock that has ever penetrated her. Bubba #2 was attacking her cunt with his strong cock, his big full balls slapping against her ass as he continued having his way with her. Her pussy couldn't help but respond to such an amazing fucking. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Certainly none of the country club men could ever compare to this, even though to this point she had been 100% faithful to her husband. Oh yes, her husband... Helen suddenly remembered him and started crying and moaning his name as she was given the best fucking of her life. Tears were staining her cum covered face as she had so many conflicting emotions, love for her husband... she thought it was love, or was it acceptance of the life he provided her. The second emotion and the more intense was love being filled and used like she is. Helen found her hips pressing back on the invading cock and wanting more.... suddenly switching from bemoaning about her husband to begging the unknown black man to "give it to me hard, you bastard. You can do better than that, you dirty fucking nigger!!!" Every woman watching, even Monique were amazed at the language used and the intent of it on the man using her.... Helen was being broken in front of their eyes..... broken by BBC.
(7/24/12)
Helen's next thought was "OMG, my mouth is covered in a wet pussy" as her tongue did what came natural to her and started pleasing the pussy just like she took the BBC moments before which was now dri9pping out of her cunt. Helen felt the pussy ride her face hard, and Helen was loving it. She shoved her tongue deep inside the pussy as she felt her nipples being clamped and extended. Helen was awash in feelings she had never felt before. Monique kept riding Helen's slut mouth, using her like so many will be using her in the days, weeks and months ahead. Monique came hard in the little sluts mouth, as Helen gulped every luscious drop into her belly. "god I love pussy" is the only thought coming to Helen as she kept sucking and licking her first pussy, but not her last.
(8/3/12)
Helen's next sensation was another pussy, only this one was bare and Helen was beside herself with need. Helen obediently licked and loved this second pussy, belonging to Sharon, conditioned to loving sex as it is presented to her. Not having any choice in the matter somehow changed Helen's mind to thinking "this is so great, god I love this". Such freedom and such luscious sex was what Helen was thinking. Helen's tongue went to the hard clit and sucked on it, as she heard the woman moaning and grinding against her face.
Helen heard words being spoken to her, but didn't recognize each word but only the overall feeling that she is loving. The cameras were catching all the action and the look of ultimate bliss on Helen's face as she is feed pussy after pussy. Vaguely Helen remembered something violating her ass as she sucked more pussy in her mouth, hearing the words "good girls obey" over and over.
(8/6/12)
Helen was having a very difficult time of all this. "Where was her husband", was a fleeting thought as she thought again how she hated that bitch Monique. "if I ever get out of here, I am going to ruin that woman", was her thought as suddenly she was thinking about Sharon and wondering where she was. "I dont know why Sharon even talks with that bitch Monique", was her thought as suddenly she realized she had been sleeping with headphones on listening to soothing music, although one track was laced with suggestions and instructions to Helen. "God, I can almost hear Sharons sweet voice", though Helen as she drifted off to sleep again.
Meanwhile, Monique was counting the cash she was making from having Helen perform sexually for paying guests even if it was against her will. Monique just laughed at her feeble resistance and how easily she was complying. Helen is taking to bbc and sweet pussy like a pro. Monique looked at the calendar and realized her contract with Sharon was almost half over. It was a two week contract, the first being full use of Helen any way Monique wanted, and Sharon knew to what lengths she would go. The second week was much more psychological combined with the sexual use of her body.
(8/7/12)
Midnight of the final day for the first week, Monique left a pile of $100 for Sharon, packed her bag and exited the site. Sharon had paid for a year's rent on the site and had no more obligation to Monique. The agreement was that Monique would arrange everything and get full us of Helen for the first 7 days and then depart, never to see Helen again.
Sharon walked in to see the slumbering Helen, under sedation in the treatment room. Sharon half filled a syringe of the drug that helps remove resistance and makes Helen more susceptible to programming. As Sharon eased the drug into Helen's system they both gave a slight moan. Sharon looked down at Helen, both arms rigid under the heavy leather straps, her thighs spread wide secured with similar straps ... Helen's head held immobile... Helen looked so vulnerable naked and bound. Sharon had on fishnets, black corset... black spike heels.... ready to proceed modifying Helen to her own specifications. Sure Helen was a captive, but she will come to love Sharon and crave time with her.... beyond any craving she had every known.
I think you have heard of the "Stockholm Syndrome" yes?
(8/8/12)
Sharon slapped Helen's face several time to awake her. Helen tried to avoid the slaps but her head was too tightly held. The leather apparatus has a chin fitting that held her chin rigid and the buckles were tightened down more than usual, so she had no choice. Fewer and fewer choices as the days go on. Sharon elevated the table she was laying on with the hydraulic switches until Helen was sitting up, but still held tightly. Helen found herself relieved it was Sharon and not Monique, who was long gone by this time. Helen didn't know that and expected Monique re-appear at any time. Such was the start of the psychological work Sharon was doing on her drugged, foggy mind.
"you slept well, Helen. I hope you slept deeply and relaxed", whispered Sharon to Helen. Helen could hear how soft and gentle Sharon was compared with Monique. Such a welcome change, thought Helen as Sharon held a pendant in front on Helen's eyes. Starting to swing it in long slow arcs, Sharon said "relaxed and sleeping deeply, Helen. Just follow my pretty jade pendant. So green and drawing your eyes to it as it moves..... follow... so relaxed, Helen"
Helen was lost in conflicting feelings, here she was feeling all foggy and distant, but knowing she couldn't move an inch. Helen was fearing Monique, and Sharon was so nice to her. Helen's tired eyes followed the pendant, "god the pedant is so pretty", thought Helen. Helen could feel her cunt moisten as she gazed at the pendant.
Sharon stepped to the side, still swinging the pendant in front of Helen's eyes, as she whispered in Helen's ears. "you have always had such special feelings for me, Helen. You have tried to avoid the highly lesbian and submissive thoughts, but now you are free to express your feelings. You have been wanting me.... for so long you can't even remember."
Helen moaned and could feel her wetness coating her thighs as she listened to Sharon's soft voice penetrate her mind. "god, Sharon is so hot and luscious", were Helen's last thoughts as sleep overtook her mind and body.
(10/16/12)
Helen woke to several stinging slaps to her face as she gazed with love and lust at the gorgeous Sharon. Each stinging slap made her clit throb with need. "when did I love the way Sharon slaps my face so much?" Helen's restraints were released as she dropped to her knees and pushed her face between Sharon's strong, silky thighs. Helen was so eager to please Sharon she forgot everything else but Sharon's soft moaning and pressing herself to Helen's face. Helen has only one desire, one need... that to please Sharon in every way possible. Helen could feel Sharon roughly grab her head and use her face for Sharon's pleasure. Helen nearly passed out from pleasure as Sharon's juices splashed on her lips and face.
Helen knew Sharon was talking to her, but her need was too great to please Sharon to understand the fragments of instructions filling her sub-consccious. "you belong to Me, helen... you are My personal bitch. you only do what pleases Sharon, Sharon is your owner and you love Sharon with every ounce of your being"
(10/19/12)
Helen felt her face being slapped, side to side. There was nothing negative in this as she craved Sharon's touching her body. Helen's memory was fading more and more each passing day. More and more her orientation was toward Sharon and pleasing Her. Sharon's captive was becoming quite adept at pleasing Sharon with her mouth and tongue. It is a simple life for 'it' as Sharon has become to think of her and address her. It is property of Sharon and both of them know this. There is not one hair left on it's body, it ceases to be a person and more of a part of Sharon's possessions. One of many that give pleasure to Sharon. It loves to serve Sharon and is never happier than when it can have her face between Sharon's legs licking and serving. Sharon's moans and subsequent gushing of juices are it's rewards, rewards she licks up gratefully. It has a look for complete devotion and bliss when allowed to give Sharon what Sharon demands of her.
"it, look at My pendant..... focus.... watch it swing side to side, it. Thats right, feel sleepy and tired... focus.... relax.... let your mind empty of all thoughts, replaced by your love for Me.... no other thoughts remain.... only love and devotion.... cravings of being used, slapped.... caressed, all the same to you..... it's purpose is in serving Me, your owner.... now sleep"
(10/21/12)
Helen woke up again with her face being slapped, harder this time. The sting on her cheeks were still vivid as she was released from her bonds. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her owner's legs, pressing her face to Her and inhaled Her aroma. Tears of joy welled up in helen's eyes of gratitude and devotion. "if only I can find some way to repay this wonderful Woman for all she has done", was helen's only thoughts. She felt rather than saw the wide leather collar being snapped around her neck and the shackles clamping her ankles together.
Sharon tugged on the leash, looking down at her naked captive. A smile crept across Sharon's face as she watched it struggle to keep up on her hands and shackled ankles. Sharon walked faster than it could possibly keep up and ended up falling face first on the cold concrete floor. Sharon just laughed as she dragged it along the cold floor to the elevator. "life is good", was all that Sharon could think of.... "very good"
(10/26/12)
Helen felt herself being dragged into a warm dark room. Using a pulley system, Sharon attached her bound wrists to the apparatus and slid helen up onto the leather table. helen was bound to the table, her arms down over the front of the table, locked in place while her legs were bound to the other end of the table with helen's ass was pointed to the ceiling. Sharon got out a clean syringe and primed it with a ggenerous amount of a mind numbing drug along with an addictive euphoric concoction . Sharon slid the needle into helen's asscheek and injected it in. All Sharon could hear is a slight moan, as she withdrew the empty syringe. Sharon slapped her ass, until it was a nice rosy red, forcing the drug to course through her bloodstream.
"now my petite beauty, let's get down to business. you have much to learn and you are totally dependent on me for everything... everything", cooed Sharon. helen was feeling very woozy and disoriented but she could hear hew owner saying something to her. Helen had no idea why her pussy was leaking onto the leather table and her hips moving in the all too familiar motion of a slut fucking away.
(12/12/12)
Helen could feel Sharon's soft fingers caressing her swollen labia, and moaned at the use of her body whenever Sharon felt like it. "you needed to go to the slave auction, helen, and you needed to give yourself up for charity. Charity begins at home, as you know. This is your home now. You are going to be so charitable" All Sharon's words penetrated helen's drugged mind, just as her fingers penetrated the slut's wet pussy. Helen was trying her very best to get off on Sharon's fingers, building up to a strong climax, moaning like a bitch in heat.
Sharon watched helen's fine ass clench and move desperate for release. The moaning and the scent of sex filled the room as helen was riding the waves of pleasure. helen was connecting her pleasure with being with Sharon and bound psychologically to it. Sharon kept working her fingers deep, to a guttural moaning from the bound slut helen. Sharon's tapping on helen's clit sent her over the edge. You could hear the screams of release as Sharon smiled and thought "her training is going to be so fun... for me"
"good girl, slut"
(12/18/12)
Helen could feel her body being laid on her back. She was too weak and drugged to put up a struggle, even if she wanted to. She laid there as her wrists, elbows and ankles were securely fastened. Helen just stared up at the ceiling as Sharon removed her leather vest, her blouse.... her tight leather pants.... Sharon stuffed her wet panties into Helen's mouth and fastened a leather strap around it watching Helen inhale and suck on the panties. Sharon was toying with Helen's nipples as Helen's hips started humping without having anything in her wet pussy.
Sharon fastened the harness for her favorite strapon, big and black. Over 8" long, thick and always rigid. Sharon wet it with her own saliva as she watched Helen sucking on her panties. Sharon positioned herself between Helen's legs, rubbing the slick head against Helen's swollen labia. Helen's reacted with an arching of her back, aching to accept the gift Sharon has for her. "you are so needy for me, helen. You have nothing without me, helen. you are here for my pleasure.... " I hear helen moan for it. Its so very sweet of her....
(7/5/13)
Sharon was smiling as she rammed the big strapon into helen's slick pussy. Oh yes, Sharon got what she wanted. Pretty little naive helen being her own captive girl. There is nothing helen wouldn't do for more of this. Sharon kept ramming it in and out, as she listened to helen's screaming through the wet panties. She could feel helen climax, but that only made Sharon go harder and faster. She was not sure how much helen could take, but then it didn't really matter. helen takes what she is given.... Sharon takes everything she wants... it's really a very nice relationship when you think about it. helen is removed from a situation she wasn't happy with.... Sharon got someone that will do her best to make things nice for Sharon..... and there is plenty of sex for everyone....
Sharon notices that helen's is shaking her head side to side as the big girlcock is still ramming in her. Sharon reaches down and slaps her clit.... searching for that clamp to put on the girl's clit to remind her who is boss around here....
(7/17/13)
Sharon felt like a good hot shower would be just the thing. She took helen by her hair and led her to the shower, instructing her just how she was to clean her. helen ended up kneeling in the shower, the water pouring around her as helen dutifully attended to the pussy in front of her. There could be screaming heard above the roar of the shower's spray, that is if anyone was around to hear it. After Sharon had enough of grinding her pussy against helen's bruised lips, so had her pat dry her body with the big fluffy towels and powder her body. "It sure feels good to have a personal attendant", thought Sharon.
Sharon then led helen to the stable, naked as the day she was born. helen was then laid her down on it, face down. She tethered each wrist and ankle to the corners and gagged helen so she didn't have to listen to her screams as the next step was about to be ..... well, Sharon was consumed with lust for helen as it turns out and she wants everyone to know who she belongs to. Sharon had been thinking of tattoos to spell out helen's ownership but she thinks it needs to be something more permanent and visible. So Sharon decided to brand the girl as you would a farm animal. Sharon has a branding iron for her cattle, so why not use it on the girl.... besides Sharon likes the smell of burning flesh to the muffled screams that are bound to follow..... Sharon smiled as she tightened up a wide leather strap around helen's waist just above the offered ass... another went just below her ass over her thighs..... tightening them up to a painful level as helen moaned and whimpered only made it all the sweeter for Sharon. "the girl sure does know how to get my motor purring.... no, roaring would be more like it", though Sharon.
Sharon listened to the obvious pleading attempting to free herself from what was planned. Sharon busied herself with getting the branding iron red hot..... the muffled begging was like background music to the sizzling hot branding iron.
The very next Friday night, Sharon invited the other two women to a kind of dark out of the way bar so plans could be made. Well, actually, Sharon had already made the plans and just needed to inform us in her own persuasive way. Sharon had us all convinced that Helen would be perfect for the auction. "imagine huns, Helen all blue eyed, blonde and clueless about what she is getting herself into" We all laughed at the image Sharon created in our heads. The time at the bar was to convince Helen to join them at the charity auction. It was all purely innocent, in appearance, but then you shouldn't take everything at face value should you? After all, its for charity Sharon kept saying to her girlfriends. We can offer the lovely and sexy Helen up for charitable contribution. Purely innocent.... sure it is.
(4/28/2012)
The very next day Sharon arranged to have lunch with Helen to talk about the charity auction. She was dressed very sharply and found a quiet little place to talk with Helen. Helen can waltzing in, looking hot and bubbly. Sharon and Helen exchanged warm hugs and sat down to talk through lunch. Sharon had prepared how she was going to present the topic to Helen, in a way that Helen would jump at. True to form, Helen thought it was a great idea. She was giggling and couldn't sit still after hearing all about it. Sharon suggested Helen needed to arrange some girl-time with her husband so we could enjoy the auction with time to spare. Right at lunch Helen had to use her cell phone to arrange, with her husband, a full week away and the two adjoining weekends. Sharon smiled to herself and thought to herself about the slave auction.... err... charity auction coming up.
(5/22/2012)
Sharon arranged for one of the girls to pick up Helen, because we knows if she will need her car since she is bound (I love that word) to be won by some lucky, although prearranged, person at the auction. Sharon was meeting with Monique while the girls were picking up Helen. Monique was originally from the south of France and ran a very successful dungeon (and brothel) in Paris before meeting and marrying her current (3rd) husband. Monique was so glad to participate in this charade because she has missed her former life. Her hubbie has a unused warehouse out in the sticks just aching to be used by an enterprising individual. I think we have found a use for it. Monique spent the past week getting out her toys / implements from storage and equipping the new playroom just for this occasion. Monique has quite the wild and demanding side, although she appears to be the sweetest demure woman you would ever meet. She parked her cargo van behind the building before coming in to finalize the situation with Sharon.
The other girls picked up a gigging and excited Helen. She told the girls her husband doesn't expect her back for 10 days, so she said "lets go have some fun and lots of it" Little does Helen know how much fun it will be. One of the girls asked Helen if she knows Sharon's friend, Monique, and Helen just shook her head. "oh thats ok, but Monique will be there too so I am sure there will be lots of bidding for you Helen" Helen just smiled a far away smile. "this is so cool, hubbie doesn't even know where I will be. Not that he cares much lately what I do or dont do" It sounds just perfect, doesn't Helen? Helen just nodding while squirming in her seat.
(5/27/2012)
While all the girls sat together with Sharon and Monique, Helen was back stage being prepped for the auction. She was being fixed up and had her hair done, her eyes... her nails... pampered and Helen loved it. Helen kept asking everyone what was going to happen, and the only answer she got was "dont worry, you are going to love it" Helen was given something to drink to calm her down a tad. "ohhh thats yummy", Helen oozed. One by one the other women were escorted on stage and the bidding began in earnest, while Helen sat there all relaxed and feeling disconnected. The bidding was getting louder and more intense. After all, who wouldn't want a real life slave girl? This organization has been going on for years and is even listed as a non-profit organization. Under the umbrella of a charitable organization was an actual slave market for wealthy bidders, Monique and her friends being quite well known among the patrons.
Finally it was Helen's turn and her conservative clothes had been changed into something quite remarkable. Her fabulous legs were on display as well as her ample cleavage and tight ass. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was forced to walk in 5" heels, teetering on them. Her handlers were on each site, holding onto her upper arms as she was just a little disoriented from her drink. They directing her this way and that, displaying her to the remaining bidders. The bidding started slowly, with Monique chiming in with a bid here and there to make sure this one did not get away. The auctioneer was pointing out her obvious attributes and the bidding got into the thousands where the others were only in the high hundreds. After all they save the prime slaves for last. Finally as the bidding was about over, a blindfold was slipped over Helen's eyes and a gag placed in her mouth. She stood there as the bidding concluded and money traded hands. Before Helen know anything or could weakly protest, she was whisked away to the waiting van and injected with a sedative before being driven to her new home.
(6/4/2012)
While the van sped off to its hidden destination, Helen laid there with her head leaning back against the seat and her firm thighs spread. Several pictures were taken, just as they had been during the auction just to ensure Helen doesn't try to escape. Imagine what these photos would do to her marriage and her previous life.
Monique sat beside Helen and fondled her property the entire trip. She kept telling Sharon she outdid herself this time. "there is nothing like a former society bitch to entertain me", she whispered in Helen's ears. Helen found herself moaning despite her weakening internal protests. Helen was thinking if she pretended to go along with it, maybe she can escape. Well those kinds of thoughts were slipping away and her body's arousal was clouding her mind. "my she's a needy bitch. I guess her high society hubbie didn't give her what she needed. I will make sure she has plenty of sex" whispered Monique to Sharon. Sharon was thinking how addicted to being used Helen was going to be.... and it won't take long, either.
(6/13/2012)
When Helen came to, she groggily looked around the darkened cold dank room hoping to sense where she was. She suddenly got frightened as her predicament became clearer. He moving her arms and legs reinforced her helplessness at the situation. Her thoughts immediately went to her husband, knowing that he couldn't possibly know where she was if she didn't even know. She struggled strongly against the even stronger leather restraints. She then realized it wasn't only her ankles and wrists bound tightly, but a thick strap went around her mid section and a leather strap was around her neck.
Helen tried to scream but the penis gag made that all but impossible. Strong hands suddenly took her and laid her over a leather covered table sort of thing. Her breasts were pushed through two openings and her ass draped over the end revealing two luscious holes for use.
Her legs were bound again, spread open wide to the point of being painful in their width. Her wrists were secured to the floor and the neck strap locked into place. As much as she struggled she only felt the pain of trying to get out. The physical pain and the mental pain of being in such a situation. A blindfold was slid in place, making her blind to her tormentors. Other than sight, all her other senses were alive and ultra sensitive by now.
She heard the click click click of high heels approaching and the pin prick of a needle in her asscheek..... "just to relax you for a bit, bitch", was all she heard from an all too familiar voice. Could it be? Oh no, please not Her....
(7/3/12)
Helen felt like she was floating and kept asking for her husband, which only amused Monique because her husband had no idea how to help his wife. In fact, no one knew how to help her. Helen vaguely felt her nipple being clamped strongly and weights hung from them, as something was inserted in her ass and inflated. Helen tried to struggle in the fog that was enveloping her mind. Helen seemed to remember being a bitch to Monique and Monique just smiling at her. Payback is hell, as the saying goes. Helen was given another injection which was designed to enhance the nerve endings so she would experience everything at a very high level. Helen felt her head raised and her mouth forced over a huge cock. "so, you show your disdain for black men do you? Now you were learn to respect all men for what they have for you, cunt"
Helen felt her mouth being raped by this huge cock and a low guttural sound reached her ears as the man, presumably black, was having his way with this white whore. He made no attempt to be gentle as Monique had her hand around his balls and was squeezing him to force him to pound his cock into Helen's mouth harder and deeper, despite Helen gagging and trying to avoid the raping of her mouth. The cameras were rolling and it looked as if Helen was enjoying the BBC being forced down her throat.
(7/10/12)
Helen could only gasp as she felt the huge cock stiffen even more just before exploding in her mouth. She felt like she was drowning in his cum, overflowing her mouth no matter how fast she tried to swallow. His hand gripped her hair, raising her face.... as he withdrew from her mouth and washed her face with the rest of his load. He then slapped her face with the semi-hard cock. The camera caught all the humiliation shown on Helen's face along with a surprising look of arousal and need.
The room was filled with laughter as her love tunnel was filled with the largest cock that has ever penetrated her. Bubba #2 was attacking her cunt with his strong cock, his big full balls slapping against her ass as he continued having his way with her. Her pussy couldn't help but respond to such an amazing fucking. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Certainly none of the country club men could ever compare to this, even though to this point she had been 100% faithful to her husband. Oh yes, her husband... Helen suddenly remembered him and started crying and moaning his name as she was given the best fucking of her life. Tears were staining her cum covered face as she had so many conflicting emotions, love for her husband... she thought it was love, or was it acceptance of the life he provided her. The second emotion and the more intense was love being filled and used like she is. Helen found her hips pressing back on the invading cock and wanting more.... suddenly switching from bemoaning about her husband to begging the unknown black man to "give it to me hard, you bastard. You can do better than that, you dirty fucking nigger!!!" Every woman watching, even Monique were amazed at the language used and the intent of it on the man using her.... Helen was being broken in front of their eyes..... broken by BBC.
(7/24/12)
Helen's next thought was "OMG, my mouth is covered in a wet pussy" as her tongue did what came natural to her and started pleasing the pussy just like she took the BBC moments before which was now dri9pping out of her cunt. Helen felt the pussy ride her face hard, and Helen was loving it. She shoved her tongue deep inside the pussy as she felt her nipples being clamped and extended. Helen was awash in feelings she had never felt before. Monique kept riding Helen's slut mouth, using her like so many will be using her in the days, weeks and months ahead. Monique came hard in the little sluts mouth, as Helen gulped every luscious drop into her belly. "god I love pussy" is the only thought coming to Helen as she kept sucking and licking her first pussy, but not her last.
(8/3/12)
Helen's next sensation was another pussy, only this one was bare and Helen was beside herself with need. Helen obediently licked and loved this second pussy, belonging to Sharon, conditioned to loving sex as it is presented to her. Not having any choice in the matter somehow changed Helen's mind to thinking "this is so great, god I love this". Such freedom and such luscious sex was what Helen was thinking. Helen's tongue went to the hard clit and sucked on it, as she heard the woman moaning and grinding against her face.
Helen heard words being spoken to her, but didn't recognize each word but only the overall feeling that she is loving. The cameras were catching all the action and the look of ultimate bliss on Helen's face as she is feed pussy after pussy. Vaguely Helen remembered something violating her ass as she sucked more pussy in her mouth, hearing the words "good girls obey" over and over.
(8/6/12)
Helen was having a very difficult time of all this. "Where was her husband", was a fleeting thought as she thought again how she hated that bitch Monique. "if I ever get out of here, I am going to ruin that woman", was her thought as suddenly she was thinking about Sharon and wondering where she was. "I dont know why Sharon even talks with that bitch Monique", was her thought as suddenly she realized she had been sleeping with headphones on listening to soothing music, although one track was laced with suggestions and instructions to Helen. "God, I can almost hear Sharons sweet voice", though Helen as she drifted off to sleep again.
Meanwhile, Monique was counting the cash she was making from having Helen perform sexually for paying guests even if it was against her will. Monique just laughed at her feeble resistance and how easily she was complying. Helen is taking to bbc and sweet pussy like a pro. Monique looked at the calendar and realized her contract with Sharon was almost half over. It was a two week contract, the first being full use of Helen any way Monique wanted, and Sharon knew to what lengths she would go. The second week was much more psychological combined with the sexual use of her body.
(8/7/12)
Midnight of the final day for the first week, Monique left a pile of $100 for Sharon, packed her bag and exited the site. Sharon had paid for a year's rent on the site and had no more obligation to Monique. The agreement was that Monique would arrange everything and get full us of Helen for the first 7 days and then depart, never to see Helen again.
Sharon walked in to see the slumbering Helen, under sedation in the treatment room. Sharon half filled a syringe of the drug that helps remove resistance and makes Helen more susceptible to programming. As Sharon eased the drug into Helen's system they both gave a slight moan. Sharon looked down at Helen, both arms rigid under the heavy leather straps, her thighs spread wide secured with similar straps ... Helen's head held immobile... Helen looked so vulnerable naked and bound. Sharon had on fishnets, black corset... black spike heels.... ready to proceed modifying Helen to her own specifications. Sure Helen was a captive, but she will come to love Sharon and crave time with her.... beyond any craving she had every known.
I think you have heard of the "Stockholm Syndrome" yes?
(8/8/12)
Sharon slapped Helen's face several time to awake her. Helen tried to avoid the slaps but her head was too tightly held. The leather apparatus has a chin fitting that held her chin rigid and the buckles were tightened down more than usual, so she had no choice. Fewer and fewer choices as the days go on. Sharon elevated the table she was laying on with the hydraulic switches until Helen was sitting up, but still held tightly. Helen found herself relieved it was Sharon and not Monique, who was long gone by this time. Helen didn't know that and expected Monique re-appear at any time. Such was the start of the psychological work Sharon was doing on her drugged, foggy mind.
"you slept well, Helen. I hope you slept deeply and relaxed", whispered Sharon to Helen. Helen could hear how soft and gentle Sharon was compared with Monique. Such a welcome change, thought Helen as Sharon held a pendant in front on Helen's eyes. Starting to swing it in long slow arcs, Sharon said "relaxed and sleeping deeply, Helen. Just follow my pretty jade pendant. So green and drawing your eyes to it as it moves..... follow... so relaxed, Helen"
Helen was lost in conflicting feelings, here she was feeling all foggy and distant, but knowing she couldn't move an inch. Helen was fearing Monique, and Sharon was so nice to her. Helen's tired eyes followed the pendant, "god the pedant is so pretty", thought Helen. Helen could feel her cunt moisten as she gazed at the pendant.
Sharon stepped to the side, still swinging the pendant in front of Helen's eyes, as she whispered in Helen's ears. "you have always had such special feelings for me, Helen. You have tried to avoid the highly lesbian and submissive thoughts, but now you are free to express your feelings. You have been wanting me.... for so long you can't even remember."
Helen moaned and could feel her wetness coating her thighs as she listened to Sharon's soft voice penetrate her mind. "god, Sharon is so hot and luscious", were Helen's last thoughts as sleep overtook her mind and body.
(10/16/12)
Helen woke to several stinging slaps to her face as she gazed with love and lust at the gorgeous Sharon. Each stinging slap made her clit throb with need. "when did I love the way Sharon slaps my face so much?" Helen's restraints were released as she dropped to her knees and pushed her face between Sharon's strong, silky thighs. Helen was so eager to please Sharon she forgot everything else but Sharon's soft moaning and pressing herself to Helen's face. Helen has only one desire, one need... that to please Sharon in every way possible. Helen could feel Sharon roughly grab her head and use her face for Sharon's pleasure. Helen nearly passed out from pleasure as Sharon's juices splashed on her lips and face.
Helen knew Sharon was talking to her, but her need was too great to please Sharon to understand the fragments of instructions filling her sub-consccious. "you belong to Me, helen... you are My personal bitch. you only do what pleases Sharon, Sharon is your owner and you love Sharon with every ounce of your being"
(10/19/12)
Helen felt her face being slapped, side to side. There was nothing negative in this as she craved Sharon's touching her body. Helen's memory was fading more and more each passing day. More and more her orientation was toward Sharon and pleasing Her. Sharon's captive was becoming quite adept at pleasing Sharon with her mouth and tongue. It is a simple life for 'it' as Sharon has become to think of her and address her. It is property of Sharon and both of them know this. There is not one hair left on it's body, it ceases to be a person and more of a part of Sharon's possessions. One of many that give pleasure to Sharon. It loves to serve Sharon and is never happier than when it can have her face between Sharon's legs licking and serving. Sharon's moans and subsequent gushing of juices are it's rewards, rewards she licks up gratefully. It has a look for complete devotion and bliss when allowed to give Sharon what Sharon demands of her.
"it, look at My pendant..... focus.... watch it swing side to side, it. Thats right, feel sleepy and tired... focus.... relax.... let your mind empty of all thoughts, replaced by your love for Me.... no other thoughts remain.... only love and devotion.... cravings of being used, slapped.... caressed, all the same to you..... it's purpose is in serving Me, your owner.... now sleep"
(10/21/12)
Helen woke up again with her face being slapped, harder this time. The sting on her cheeks were still vivid as she was released from her bonds. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her owner's legs, pressing her face to Her and inhaled Her aroma. Tears of joy welled up in helen's eyes of gratitude and devotion. "if only I can find some way to repay this wonderful Woman for all she has done", was helen's only thoughts. She felt rather than saw the wide leather collar being snapped around her neck and the shackles clamping her ankles together.
Sharon tugged on the leash, looking down at her naked captive. A smile crept across Sharon's face as she watched it struggle to keep up on her hands and shackled ankles. Sharon walked faster than it could possibly keep up and ended up falling face first on the cold concrete floor. Sharon just laughed as she dragged it along the cold floor to the elevator. "life is good", was all that Sharon could think of.... "very good"
(10/26/12)
Helen felt herself being dragged into a warm dark room. Using a pulley system, Sharon attached her bound wrists to the apparatus and slid helen up onto the leather table. helen was bound to the table, her arms down over the front of the table, locked in place while her legs were bound to the other end of the table with helen's ass was pointed to the ceiling. Sharon got out a clean syringe and primed it with a ggenerous amount of a mind numbing drug along with an addictive euphoric concoction . Sharon slid the needle into helen's asscheek and injected it in. All Sharon could hear is a slight moan, as she withdrew the empty syringe. Sharon slapped her ass, until it was a nice rosy red, forcing the drug to course through her bloodstream.
"now my petite beauty, let's get down to business. you have much to learn and you are totally dependent on me for everything... everything", cooed Sharon. helen was feeling very woozy and disoriented but she could hear hew owner saying something to her. Helen had no idea why her pussy was leaking onto the leather table and her hips moving in the all too familiar motion of a slut fucking away.
(12/12/12)
Helen could feel Sharon's soft fingers caressing her swollen labia, and moaned at the use of her body whenever Sharon felt like it. "you needed to go to the slave auction, helen, and you needed to give yourself up for charity. Charity begins at home, as you know. This is your home now. You are going to be so charitable" All Sharon's words penetrated helen's drugged mind, just as her fingers penetrated the slut's wet pussy. Helen was trying her very best to get off on Sharon's fingers, building up to a strong climax, moaning like a bitch in heat.
Sharon watched helen's fine ass clench and move desperate for release. The moaning and the scent of sex filled the room as helen was riding the waves of pleasure. helen was connecting her pleasure with being with Sharon and bound psychologically to it. Sharon kept working her fingers deep, to a guttural moaning from the bound slut helen. Sharon's tapping on helen's clit sent her over the edge. You could hear the screams of release as Sharon smiled and thought "her training is going to be so fun... for me"
"good girl, slut"
(12/18/12)
Helen could feel her body being laid on her back. She was too weak and drugged to put up a struggle, even if she wanted to. She laid there as her wrists, elbows and ankles were securely fastened. Helen just stared up at the ceiling as Sharon removed her leather vest, her blouse.... her tight leather pants.... Sharon stuffed her wet panties into Helen's mouth and fastened a leather strap around it watching Helen inhale and suck on the panties. Sharon was toying with Helen's nipples as Helen's hips started humping without having anything in her wet pussy.
Sharon fastened the harness for her favorite strapon, big and black. Over 8" long, thick and always rigid. Sharon wet it with her own saliva as she watched Helen sucking on her panties. Sharon positioned herself between Helen's legs, rubbing the slick head against Helen's swollen labia. Helen's reacted with an arching of her back, aching to accept the gift Sharon has for her. "you are so needy for me, helen. You have nothing without me, helen. you are here for my pleasure.... " I hear helen moan for it. Its so very sweet of her....
(7/5/13)
Sharon was smiling as she rammed the big strapon into helen's slick pussy. Oh yes, Sharon got what she wanted. Pretty little naive helen being her own captive girl. There is nothing helen wouldn't do for more of this. Sharon kept ramming it in and out, as she listened to helen's screaming through the wet panties. She could feel helen climax, but that only made Sharon go harder and faster. She was not sure how much helen could take, but then it didn't really matter. helen takes what she is given.... Sharon takes everything she wants... it's really a very nice relationship when you think about it. helen is removed from a situation she wasn't happy with.... Sharon got someone that will do her best to make things nice for Sharon..... and there is plenty of sex for everyone....
Sharon notices that helen's is shaking her head side to side as the big girlcock is still ramming in her. Sharon reaches down and slaps her clit.... searching for that clamp to put on the girl's clit to remind her who is boss around here....
(7/17/13)
Sharon felt like a good hot shower would be just the thing. She took helen by her hair and led her to the shower, instructing her just how she was to clean her. helen ended up kneeling in the shower, the water pouring around her as helen dutifully attended to the pussy in front of her. There could be screaming heard above the roar of the shower's spray, that is if anyone was around to hear it. After Sharon had enough of grinding her pussy against helen's bruised lips, so had her pat dry her body with the big fluffy towels and powder her body. "It sure feels good to have a personal attendant", thought Sharon.
Sharon then led helen to the stable, naked as the day she was born. helen was then laid her down on it, face down. She tethered each wrist and ankle to the corners and gagged helen so she didn't have to listen to her screams as the next step was about to be ..... well, Sharon was consumed with lust for helen as it turns out and she wants everyone to know who she belongs to. Sharon had been thinking of tattoos to spell out helen's ownership but she thinks it needs to be something more permanent and visible. So Sharon decided to brand the girl as you would a farm animal. Sharon has a branding iron for her cattle, so why not use it on the girl.... besides Sharon likes the smell of burning flesh to the muffled screams that are bound to follow..... Sharon smiled as she tightened up a wide leather strap around helen's waist just above the offered ass... another went just below her ass over her thighs..... tightening them up to a painful level as helen moaned and whimpered only made it all the sweeter for Sharon. "the girl sure does know how to get my motor purring.... no, roaring would be more like it", though Sharon.
Sharon listened to the obvious pleading attempting to free herself from what was planned. Sharon busied herself with getting the branding iron red hot..... the muffled begging was like background music to the sizzling hot branding iron.
helen will know she is owned. Sharon will know she is owned. Sharon doesn't want any strays wandering around.
Sharon burned her brand on helen's ass to a good amount of screaming in the gag, as the mark became visible. Sharon likes branding as opposed to tattoos, due to the nature of it being permanent and non-removable. Sharon stood there, bringing herself to climax as helen thrashed around and screamed into the gag.
(8/12/13)
helen was led into the house, ankles hobbled, chain attached to steel collar around her neck, her ass red and advertising her owner's brand. She looked not unlike the other farm animals around, the cows... the goats... the only difference is that this owned animal was allowed in the house for domestic duties. This includes personal attending to Sharon of course.
Sharon led her up the stairs, which she was barely able to negotiate. helen was not allowed to touch the furniture without latex gloves so as not to get her fingerprints on anything. Therefore she was unable to use the banister to help her hobbled ankles negotiate the stairs. There were only 23 of them so it should not have been such a struggle, thought Sharon. "keep up, slave or I will have to tan your painful ass with my crop. you are making me delay, and I will not tolerate that from my slave:, said Sharon in a harsh tone. helen then made a gallant effort to go faster, almost falling but catching herself. Moaning and making it up to the top, shuffling fast after Sharon to keep up.
Sharon led her over to the upstairs play room, bent her over a leather gymnastic horse, secured her legs and arms. Sharon smiled as she looked so vulnerable and she has had quite the journey so far. Sharon had a special lotion prepared that contained alcohol so as to sting like hell on her branded ass. It had healing properties so it wasn't all bad, and it would soften the skin that was just branded. Sharon applied it liberally to the accompanying screams and crying. Sharon was getting all worked up, so after a full treatment to her ass she led helen over to a bed.
Sharon laid down and pulled helen's face between her spread thighs. "be sure to think me with your entire being, slave", instructed Sharon as helen's tongue was busy in her wet pussy. helen never wanted to please anyone so much in her life as she did her owner, the one branding her permanently. The pleasure of licking Sharon to multiple orgasms almost made her forget the pain that seemed to radiate deep into her asscheeks.
15.3.13
Ladies Golf Tour
It was the season for it and the organizers thought it was a splendid idea after talking with Sharon and viewing her presentation. Sharon was very persuasive and convinced the panel, comprising of 5 men and 3 women (assuming they were their wives) of the merits in having a select number of women golfers tour the Southeast US promoting the sport. After all this was the 1950s and golf was going to become popular. So what was to lose, there was already touring women's baseball and bowling. Why not golf?
The 3 women were enthusiastic over the prospect and convinced their husbands likewise. Isn't it true how wives get what they want so easily.
Well the night before the presentation Sharon met with the three wives at the country club and after several hours of discussion / drinks everyone was in agreement that the project had merit. During dinner one of the wives commented on Sharon's ring. It was an ornate spiral that just seemed to jump out at the observer. Sharon held up her ring to Karen's eyes and commented how intricate it is if you just look closely. Karen stared intently at it, then Leslie and Irene looked too. The chatter that was going on was soon replaced by Sharon's soft tones asking the women to just gaze at it, closely. Watching how the spiral seemed to circulate clockwise as Sharon moved her hand. "watch closely and see how enthralling my ring is. It is so relaxing to just watch, isn't it?"
Sharon got three lethargic nods as they kept gazing, their eyes looking heavy and unfocused. "relax and gaze while I tell you why my project is the most thrilling and exciting thing you have ever heard of. Women are going to raise in stature and this project will help women as a whole. I am sure you want to be a part of our time to shine, like my ring is shining. After all women have a new sexual revolution going and we can choose who we want to have sex with, anytime we wish. The women golfer are the most sensual and sexy ladies you have ever laid your eyes on and they just won't take no for an answer. Am I right about this?", Sharon cooed as she laid out the pictures of the women in golfing attire. All three of the women enthusiastically nodded their heads and commented on how attractive and sexy they are. As Sharon put her hand down she asked, "so you will support my project?" And the deal was set.....
(5/22/2012)
The men were nodding their heads as their wives talked with them. Even the two single men were enthusiastic about the proposal. I laid out the pictures of two foursomes of very attractive women golfers and all eight of the board members couldn't keep their eyes off thelesbians, errr women golfers. So the plan was in motion and the budget approved. I had the women come in sporting their new golfing outfits and the men couldn't keep their eyes in their pants. He women wore tight shorts that showed off their amazing tans and firm legs. Their tops were displaying impressive cleavage while the women circled the board room table while I deftly added a zero the budget amount and the deal was signed and notarized. All nice and legal.
One of the men suggested we celebrate and the very convenient portable bar was rolled in. I and the three wives were watching as the golfers teased and charmed the male members of the board. Speaking of members, I could see bulges growing in the front of some of the younger board members. Yes I think this is going to be working out just fine. Just fine, indeed.
(5/22/2012)
The men were nodding their heads as their wives talked with them. Even the two single men were enthusiastic about the proposal. I laid out the pictures of two foursomes of very attractive women golfers and all eight of the board members couldn't keep their eyes off the
One of the men suggested we celebrate and the very convenient portable bar was rolled in. I and the three wives were watching as the golfers teased and charmed the male members of the board. Speaking of members, I could see bulges growing in the front of some of the younger board members. Yes I think this is going to be working out just fine. Just fine, indeed.
(6/6/2012)
The time arrived that I knew would. One of the younger board members, Jon, that had a wife on the board too was trying to get a little too close to one of the ultra attractive golfers. As we had instructed the golfers, it was okay to sneak away if two ladies went. After all that was a man's wet dream to be with two women. What wasn't apparent was that one of the golfers was a designated photographer and would coerce the man into a few innocent pictures to remember this occasion by. Jon was so anxious for some real action, he agreed to this little stipulation. Jody cooed that she just wanted to get some nice pictures for her 'memory book' Jody was such an innocent, that she pulled it off convincingly.
So the threesome snuck away to one of the private rooms and Jon was all over the two, Jody and Erica. Erica has an eastern European accent and is just adorably hot. The two women had their hands all over Jon, Jody sliding her hand inside his shirt to rub his chest while Erica found a way to rub his bulge. It reminded Erica of working the streets of Prague before her visa was approved. Jon was panting and Jody stood back asking to get a picture of them kissing. Jon didn't even realize what was going on as Erica's tongue snaked its way in his mouth. Erica's right hand was busy on the front of Jon's pants by this time and Jon was panting for more.
Sharon smiled, thinking about the evidence we would be getting for Jon's wife so she can get the divorce she has been after. Jon was worth millions and a few pictures would ruin him at his law firm. Sharon would get 1.5% of his net worth as payment for this little setup. Erica and Jon kept kissing as the cellphone camera captured all the action. Erica suddenly slipped to the floor and had his zipper down in no time. With Jon's pants around Jon's ankles there was no mistaking what was going on... *snap snap snap* Jody was kissing Jon as Erica was busy below his waist. Erica's soft fingers wrapped around the hard maleness as her tongue darted around the head. Jon's eyes rolled back into his head from the pleasure... *snap snap snap* could be heard if you were listening. Erica's mouth devoured Jon's cock to the accompanying moaning and thrusting of Jon. The women positioned themselves just right so the camera would get to see everything, including a full face view of Jon at the very moment of climax. Erica was a pro so the mess Jon might have made shot onto the carpet. There will be no mistaking Jon's infidelity to his wife.
(7/6/2012)
The evening came to a close as Sharon flipped Jon's wife a copy of the files on a flash drive. Sharon told her, "I think this is all you and your lawyer are going to need in order to get Jon where you want him." They both laughed and shared a passionate kiss as Sharon's thoughts went to the first stop of this hot little tour she had set up. One of the stipulations, along with the fee to hold the tourney of hot women, scantily clad, attracting huge galleries was to have a reception the night before. Sharon guaranteed 100% attendance by the ladies and the men putting it on were almost drooling by the time everyone got there.
That night Sharon and her ladies entered the country club marveling at the layout. Sharon's eyes went to the private rooms while she was given a personal tour by the president of the club, Harold. The old bastard was trying to put a move on Sharon. Sharon was thinking, "I have just the two girls for you" By the time Sharon and Harold got back the reception was well underway and the ladies were obviously very popular with the men crowded around them. Not many wives were there, so Sharon go the idea what kind of setup this was. Sharon had tea with Harold's wife earlier and she lamented about him always being gone and suspecting the worse. "Well, I am sure we can confirm whatever she suspects", thought Sharon. His wife said, "he knows I will divorce his sorry ass if I find any proof and get a huge settlement in the process" Sharon and his wife went ahead and made a pact that was sure to provide huge dividends.
(8/5/2012)
The evening of the reception came and after Sharon spent the afternoon with Angela, one of the best golfers. Angela commented on how she just loved the ring I wore the first night we met and I suggested she come to my room and I would show her more of the jewelry she noticed me wearing. Well this conversation took place by the pool and I just crossed to my poolside accommodations, sliding the glass door open to let Angela in. Angela had on the prettiest little bikini and was well tanned. "Angela why don't you just sit in the chair while I change and then we can look at jewelry. ok?" Angela nodded and remarked at how the hot sun was making her tired, but felt so good.
I slipped into a terry robe, open at the neck, the hotel had left me and came in wearing a pretty pendant that dangled between my breasts. Angela immediately looked at my full breasts and long runner's legs while I approached. I put my hands on the arms of the chair as Angela gazed at the pendant. "oh pretty" was the tired response I heard as it dangled in front of her eyes. By moving my chest side to side, in a practiced move, the pendant was swinging in front of Angela. I could see the energy slipping from her as she gazed, at the pendant, my breasts and occasionally looking up into my eyes. Her body was feeling heavy and limp as she gazed.
Angela felt so tired, as she gazed at the pendant that seemed to just shine. "god I feel so tired but that pendant is so beautiful" thought Angela, as taking a long deep breath seemed to relax her even more. Angela's head was too tired to move but her eyes kept following the pendant side to side. Forgetting why she was there in Sharon's room Angela just kept her eyes moving, as tired as they were. Angela blinked slowly as her eyes fought to watch closely while Sharon's words came to her, exciting something deep inside Angela.
(12/13/12)
Sharon's hands roamed over Angela's back and she just naturally moved closer to Sharon. Her eyes were lost in Sharon's as Sharon whispered in her ear. "angela, you are feeling so warm wherever I touch you. You are really turned on being alone in my room. You have been wanting to kiss me and show your appreciation for all I do for the tour. You remember vaguely of your background in being an erotic dancer and wish to please me by showing me how well you were at it"
"oh Sharon I am so hot, do you mind if I... umm... well show you what I used to do for my clients?" Angela was thinking back to her days stripping and working as an escort strictly for women. Stepping back, Angela turned her back on Sharon while Sharon sat on the edge of the bed admiring her tight body. Angela looked over her shoulder as she undid two buttons on her blouse and rocked her hips suggestively.
(2/12/13)
Angela slid the blouse off her shoulders and let it slip to the floor. She was unable to stop moving her hips in a very familiar motion. Looking over her shoulder, the outline of her firm breasts caught in the mirror, she eyed Sharon's pendant and advanced slowly. She was being drawn to Sharon, her mind fixated on giving Sharon pleasure as was her most important task for this tour. Angela's fingers were pulling on her nipples as she got closer, the naked look of lust in her eyes shining as she rubbed her luscious body against Sharon. In Angela's mind she saw Sharon as the woman who hired her and as the woman she owed so much to. With those thoughts in her mind, she started to strip Sharon of her clothes. Angela's fingers lingered on the soft curves of Sharon's body arousing both of them to a fever pitch.
Naked, Sharon laid back on the bed her head on pillows as she spread her legs in invitation to Angela. The soft light in the room glistened off Sharon's dewy petals as Angela worked her magic, moving her breasts along Sharon's smooth legs arousing Angela's nipples hard as little rocks. Angela couldn't take her eyes off the pendant as she moved her nipples up Sharon's inner thighs and between Sharon's swollen labia. Sharon opened her legs wider, arching her hips as Angela did what she has done so many times before. She covered Sharon's sex with tiny little kisses and sucking motions, drawing her clitoris out. She set about to cover it with her lips sucking softly. Her fingers started to probe Sharon's wet love tunnel. Sharon ground lewdly on Angela's fingers as their combined moaning and whimpering filled the room.
(3/15/13)
Just at the moment of release, Angela expertly covered Sharon's sweet sex with her mouth feeling and tasting the nectar filling her senses. Angela sucked on the fountain of Sharon's essence hungry for every drop, as her fingers played with her own pussy. Angela moaned as the feeling of Sharon's sex juices filled her mind. Looking up at Sharon seeing her pendant, Angela could not hold back any longer and climaxed hard on her fingers. Sharon just smiled at her favorite pet.
(to be continued)
(12/13/12)
Sharon's hands roamed over Angela's back and she just naturally moved closer to Sharon. Her eyes were lost in Sharon's as Sharon whispered in her ear. "angela, you are feeling so warm wherever I touch you. You are really turned on being alone in my room. You have been wanting to kiss me and show your appreciation for all I do for the tour. You remember vaguely of your background in being an erotic dancer and wish to please me by showing me how well you were at it"
"oh Sharon I am so hot, do you mind if I... umm... well show you what I used to do for my clients?" Angela was thinking back to her days stripping and working as an escort strictly for women. Stepping back, Angela turned her back on Sharon while Sharon sat on the edge of the bed admiring her tight body. Angela looked over her shoulder as she undid two buttons on her blouse and rocked her hips suggestively.
(2/12/13)
Angela slid the blouse off her shoulders and let it slip to the floor. She was unable to stop moving her hips in a very familiar motion. Looking over her shoulder, the outline of her firm breasts caught in the mirror, she eyed Sharon's pendant and advanced slowly. She was being drawn to Sharon, her mind fixated on giving Sharon pleasure as was her most important task for this tour. Angela's fingers were pulling on her nipples as she got closer, the naked look of lust in her eyes shining as she rubbed her luscious body against Sharon. In Angela's mind she saw Sharon as the woman who hired her and as the woman she owed so much to. With those thoughts in her mind, she started to strip Sharon of her clothes. Angela's fingers lingered on the soft curves of Sharon's body arousing both of them to a fever pitch.
Naked, Sharon laid back on the bed her head on pillows as she spread her legs in invitation to Angela. The soft light in the room glistened off Sharon's dewy petals as Angela worked her magic, moving her breasts along Sharon's smooth legs arousing Angela's nipples hard as little rocks. Angela couldn't take her eyes off the pendant as she moved her nipples up Sharon's inner thighs and between Sharon's swollen labia. Sharon opened her legs wider, arching her hips as Angela did what she has done so many times before. She covered Sharon's sex with tiny little kisses and sucking motions, drawing her clitoris out. She set about to cover it with her lips sucking softly. Her fingers started to probe Sharon's wet love tunnel. Sharon ground lewdly on Angela's fingers as their combined moaning and whimpering filled the room.
(3/15/13)
Just at the moment of release, Angela expertly covered Sharon's sweet sex with her mouth feeling and tasting the nectar filling her senses. Angela sucked on the fountain of Sharon's essence hungry for every drop, as her fingers played with her own pussy. Angela moaned as the feeling of Sharon's sex juices filled her mind. Looking up at Sharon seeing her pendant, Angela could not hold back any longer and climaxed hard on her fingers. Sharon just smiled at her favorite pet.
(to be continued)
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