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Honey's Story [mf, mc]
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In an effort to improve the signal-to-noise ratio, here is an old story that I
have not posted until now; it was a gift for someone, who told me that I could
post it if I wanted to. Amidst all the Jake Baker and "whatever is popular"
postings, this should stick out like a sore thumb.
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WARNING: This story contains sex between not-entirely consenting adults, and
"filler." The "filler" is extremely important to the story, and you will find
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Honey's Story
I have a talent. I can tinker with people's minds. Women seem to be
the most susceptible, although each individual is different. I don't know
why; maybe it has to do with gender, but I can't make men do my bidding as
easily, nor with as few after-effects. The talent is relatively new; I
wasn't born with it, and it probably has something to do with the accident
in the Radiation Safety department where I used to work. I went blind when
all of that isotope was spilled over my head. My sight came back after
about a year, and I soon discovered that the nurse was awful friendly.
Stranger still, she would act just like I fantasized. When Patricia quit
her job to become my full-time private nurse, I knew I was on to something.
Now it was time for me to add to my collection. Jodie, my number one
concubine and primary means of support, had suggested that the act of
exercising my power, the taking of control was more important than having
control. When I first figured out how it worked, many bar bimbos wound up
in my bed, but that quickly became boring. Then I met Jodie. She fought
my control, aware of my mental tampering, and resisted as best she could.
It took six months, but she surrendered herself to me completely, which
made for some _incredible_ sex that night. Her acquiescence to my
possession spices our relationship in a way that I've never felt with
Patricia. I leave Jodie pretty much free, unless we start having a truly
unpleasant discussion, because I respect her insight and who she is. If I
crush that individuality and smother her intelligence, which I am capable
of doing, she would become just another bar bimbo.
The next thing I learned was to avoid getting women from the same place.
Other guys band together really well when they figure out that you're the
one that keeps taking away, or spoiling their opportunities. The power
kept me from getting physically hurt, but it was a strain. So, that
explained why I was sitting outside an office building in another city.
The lunch hour was ending, and a parade of workers headed back to work. I
pretended to read the paper as I half-interestedly scanned the numerous
well-dressed women who walked by. That's when I saw her.
She was with a group of coworkers, male and female, obviously returning
from lunch. I didn't really notice her until she turned my way, and our
eyes met through a clearing in the clumps of people. My gaze quickly
turned into a gawk at the slender, attractive blonde, and I stared,
somewhat rudely, I know. However, the five or so seconds our eyes were
connected was enough for me to establish my presence in her mind. I can't
do anything to anybody whose eyes I've never looked at. I don't know why,
but that seems to be the way the power works. I grabbed as much as I could
from the surface of the woman's mind during that brief period. Honey was
her name. She reacted appropriately to my tactless action, a brief flash
of anger crossing her face, and an indignant toss of blonde bangs as she
broke our eye contact. It was already too late.
I played my opening card that afternoon. "Hello, Honey. It's me, the
guy who stared at you right after lunch." I'm sure she must have jumped
several feet wherever she was. "Yes, that's right, I'm outside your
building, waiting for you to end your day so we can meet properly. I have
no idea where you're at, so I just thought I'd contact you directly,
without a phone, or having to find your office. Mind-to-mind communication
is so -- private, don't you think?"
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" Predictable response, followed by silence.
There was always an initial silence as the victim evaluated her sanity,
then the imperative order. I decided to let Honey think she'd won the war,
when our first battle was still yet to come. I returned to my hotel.
Tomorrow would be another day.
Honey hid in her office at lunch the next day. "Do you think that you
can hide from me by staying in your office? Honestly, Honey. And no, you
can't see me from your office window." She repeated her imperative from
the previous day, with more force. "Nope. I decided to leave you alone
yesterday, it wasn't anything you did to stop me."
"Why are you doing this to me???" came Honey's panicked thought.
"Because I want you, Honey. I find you attractive, and I would like to
have you. Meet me at the bar at the Hilton hotel nearby after work, and I
will explain more." I left the lobby of the building where she worked. A
faint tickling sensation in my mind indicated that Honey was trying to
reach me, but I had shut her out, leaving her curiosity to do the rest. At
five-twenty, an attractive, well-dressed blonde walked into the hotel bar.
She looked around apprehensively, but I was in a position where I could see
her without her seeing me. I love being mysterious. The cocktail
waitress, my temporary thrall, led Honey to me as I had instructed. She
sat warily, regarding me with a little bit of fear.
"I'm married," she began. As if that made any difference to me. Jodie
had broken her engagement at a very late time to be with me. Honey looked
at my impassive face, and I regarded her clear blue eyes as they filled
with apprehension. I used the eye contact to further probe her mind, and
do a little tinkering. "Please, I'm very happy with my husband," she
begged.
"Slide back from the table and cross your legs for me," I said, quietly
so nobody else could hear me. It was a suggestion made with a little bit
of a mental push, not a command. Her reaction would tell me much about
her; indeed, it would determine whether I should stop the game right now.
"What???" Honey's eyes shot up. Blue lightning flashed from them,
daggers in tow, aimed at me. She leaned forward angrily, yet had the
discretion to lower her voice. Honey stuck a finger in my face and
snarled, "Don't you _ever_ treat me like a plaything to be put on display!
I am not some slave!" I had trouble concealing my smile at her inner fire.
The waitress arrived with a glass of wine for her, and Honey's anger turned
to shock. "How did you know???"
"What you like to drink? I shrugged. "I know a lot about you now,
Honey. But I'd rather you tell me, as we get to know each other better. I
like that a lot more than swiping that information from your mind. Tiny
things such as the wines you like, and what you like to eat are one thing,
but there's way too much stuff in your head for me to get it all. Still,
I'm very impressed by your physical beauty, and your intelligence. You
also have good taste in wines."
This caught her off-guard, and she relaxed slightly. "Ummm... I'm sort
of embarrassed to say this, but I am flattered by your attention. If I
wasn't very happily married, I might think about getting to know you a
little bit. I'm sorry," she apologized. I got up to leave, interrupting
her thoughts. "Wait -- are you going to leave me alone?"
"I'm leaving; please finish your wine and enjoy the rest of your
evening. Yes, I am paying for your drink, Honey. Thank you for the --
discussion." I left, having accomplished my goal of securing my grip on
her mind, and getting her a little curious, which would keep her from
fighting my presence there for a little while longer. I chuckled at her
parting thought. "I don't even know your name..."
I waited until the following Monday before contacting her again. "Did
you enjoy your weekend? Meet me for lunch at the food court in the mall.
My treat, and I'll be waiting for you." I was surprised when she didn't
show up. This called for stronger measures. Tuesday morning, she heard
from me again. "You didn't show up. I waited for you. I'm disappointed."
Honey's silence didn't stop me this time. I could now pick up her stronger
emotions; right now, it was disbelief that I wasn't gone. "I told you: I
want you, and I will have you, Honey." Shock exploded in her mind, leaving
a bright afterimage behind my eyes for an instant. No lunch today. I was
waiting for her in the parking garage.
"Nice car," I commented. Her eyes met mine and I knew what she was
about to do. "No, don't scream." I abruptly snapped on the mental leash I
held, and Honey's breath caught in her throat as she found she couldn't
disobey my command. "Relax, this will only take a minute," I said lightly,
before fixing my brown eyes on Honey's blue ones. Her attentive look and
the silence between us did not indicate the adjustments I was making to her
thought patterns. I let the power slowly recede from her, giving her the
tiniest bit of a warm rush. Jodie _loved_ it when I did that for her.
"See you tomorrow at lunch, Honey?" She hesitantly affirmed our date,
still fighting the effects of both my tampering, and the pleasant warmth
that faded from her senses. Wednesday noon, she sat across the table from
me.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "I'm a very happily married
woman," she pleaded with her now-standard defense. "My husband would kill
you if he knew. Please don't make me tell him." Nice tactic, but useless.
I shrugged. "You won't tell your husband about us, Honey, because there
is nothing to tell." Her eyes became vacant for a second as the command
integrated itself into her being. I said, "And I have something to offer
you." Again in control of herself, I could feel Honey's protest forming.
I gently grabbed a hold of her mind before she could speak, and toyed with
her pleasure centers briefly. Her eyes fluttered, and she sighed dreamily
as the wave receded. "Did you like that?" Honey lied, quickly saying no.
"I can make you feel like that whenever I want, and I can make it more
intense if you want, for as long as you want." I picked up a sense of
curiosity, still buried underneath many layers, but it was there. Fear
washed over her, but I stilled it. "Don't be afraid of me, Honey. I will
never hurt you, and I will see to your pleasure when you are mine. I am a
gentle master." It was getting close to one, so I had to let her go.
"Monday, you will tell David that you are going to work late. Then you
will call me at suite 214 of the Hilton after work, and we will have
dinner. You will say nothing to anybody of our luncheon. Everything seems
like a long-forgotten dream, so distant, so far away, until next you hear
my voice." I let Honey regain her senses, and the light reappeared in her
eyes. I felt a stream of no's flowing in her mind, and she clung to an
image of her husband like a shield to protect herself. She looked at me
with defiant pride at how she had resisted temptation as she got up to
leave. She was unaware of the command I had implanted.
Six o'clock Monday night, the phone rang in suite 214. "Hello, this is
Honey." I told her to come to my room, with her briefcase and best
professional demeanor. Ten minutes later, Honey walked into the room,
looking every bit the businessperson with a serious dinner meeting. I
looked at her attire. No, that would never do.
"Go into the bedroom and change, there are some clothes and jewelry
waiting for you," I said. Honey was curious, despite her fear, and wonder
at being alone with me. I didn't have to make it a command. I called room
service to order dinner for two while she took a shower and changed. She
was determined to dress for the occasion, even if she didn't want to be
there. Honey came out of the bedroom almost an hour later, but I had to
let the room service person in as one well-turned ankle appeared from
behind the bedroom door. I hurried the room service person along as she
set up our dinner. I couldn't help stealing glances at my gorgeous dinner
companion. Finally, I tipped the woman, and told her not to open the
champagne. The girl smiled broadly at the twenty-dollar bill and left
quickly.
"Please, sit," I invited, bowing in Honey's direction. She looked
incredible, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her legs. She was wearing the
simple blue evening dress I had bought for her, elegant, and demure (except
for the fact that Honey had decided to leave the slit open by the calf. It
was -- very distracting.) "You look wonderful tonight," I almost
whispered, so stunned by her transformation. It was not idle flattery.
"Thank you," she smiled at me. I felt a little swell of pride in her,
and pleasure that she had so obviously managed to capture my fancy. "You
also have good taste in clothes, and the pendant is lovely." A black cloud
cast a shadow across her pleased thoughts. She was wondering about
something, and didn't know if she should ask me. I waited patiently, since
answering questions before people ask them seems to be disconcerting.
Honey looked at the perfectly set dinner table. "Ummm... This dress fits
perfectly. How did you know what size to get?"
"I read it in your mind. Oh yes, the diamond in the pendant is real,
even if it is small. It's a good choice; I don't think that the pearls
would look as good on you." Honey's face fell a little with the
realization that I had picked the indiscreet question from her mind.
"Really, I don't mind your asking," I said lightly. "Please, Honey. Enjoy
my hospitality tonight," I requested, opening the champagne and pouring.
Honey was very aware that I had made her come to dinner with me, and a
little fearful over what I was going to make her do next. It made for a
very quiet appetizer and salad course. However, the champagne soon began
to take effect. She loosened up, the alcohol's fog making it easier for
her to ignore the coercion, and to enjoy the meal. We finished dinner with
pleasant, prolonged conversation, and room service removed dinner to
present us with coffee, dessert, and a split of champagne.
We continued talking through the final course, then I put the trays in
the hall. During this lull, Honey fingered the pendant, becoming silent as
she contemplated it, then reclined in her chair and crossed her
(magnificent) legs. I baldly admired them, as her smooth calf gave way to
her heeled feet. Honey watched me in tipsy amusement, then unfastened
another button of the slit, letting her thighs show a little, intensifying
my rapt attention to her legs. "Really, I'm flattered. Even if the tops
of my thighs are a little too big." There was an instant's hesitation.
"But I'm work-"
"Honey, shut up," I said, irritated. I looked at her. "You are
incredibly attractive, with very very _fine_ legs. Such pretty eyes, and
she only sees fat on her thighs. I really hate it when gorgeous women can
only find their flaws. You don't have to be perfect to be attractive or
sexy." Honey's tongue peeked between her teeth, as surprise, and pleasure
at the compliment filled her thoughts. I also sensed... temptation. Honey
settled back into her chair and regained her unintentionally sexy pose. I
openly appreciated her beauty in silence a little longer. Then I stood up
and held out my hand. Honey stood in response, and I sensed resignation.
No fear, no desire, just... resignation. "No, my sweet. It will not be
tonight," I stated gently.
She let go of my hand and gaped at me. "Look, it's pretty obvious that
you can make me do anything you want. Why don't you -- just get it over
with?"
I touched her face with a finger, and slid it along her jaw line; she
flinched. "You don't understand, do you? I want you to give yourself to
me. And you will, because I can do something for you that no other man
can." To prove it, I let my power flow into her and tugged lightly on the
invisible thread I had connected to her arousal control. Honey's pupils
dilated immediately and her eyelids drooped. Her breathing quickened, and
her face flushed slightly. Honey's legs wobbled slightly. Just as quickly
as it had started, it was over. I pulled the energy back into myself.
Honey gasped, and leaned on me for support. "See? I know you liked that,
and it's very tempting to stay and enjoy it. But," I paused, leafing
through her moderately covered thoughts, "you think of your husband." I
hugged Honey from behind. She could feel the fullness of my erection as it
pressed just above the crevasse of her well-defined butt globes. "See how
you make me feel?" I whispered in her ear. "You're going to leave me now.
But the temptation is there inside of you, and it will grow. You _will_
give yourself to me eventually."
I let go of her. Stepping back, I said, "Why don't you change back, and
put the dress and shoes back in the box? The dress is yours to keep, but
I'm afraid the pendant would arouse too much suspicion. There's a letter
from the dressmaker explaining how you won it. Goodbye, Honey, and we will
meet again." She left the hotel, very confused, her mind full of curious
thoughts. I left her town, and returned to my own. Jodie and Patricia
were getting a little restless, and had gotten bored with playing with each
other. Jodie _told_ me to come home over the phone. Besides, Honey had
gotten me really hot and bothered, but it wasn't the right time.
I returned to the Hilton two weeks later, checking in and contacting
Honey telepathically. She tried to keep her slight tingle of excited
pleasure concealed beneath her fear of me, but it leaked out. She was
mostly scared that I was going to "do it" to her; her husband was out-of-
town on business. Similarly, there was a little bit of desire to find out
what "it" was. Honey met me at my hotel suite after work, although I gave
her no choice, pulling at her with my power. Needless to say, she was a
little -- upset -- at my cavalier manipulation of her mind and body, which
set an initial stage of confrontation for our rendezvous. Her eyes flashed
as she raged at me for being so presumptuous, and that she'd never give in
to me, I was going to have to make her do it, etc. I handed her a glass of
wine and pulled out a chair for me to sit on while she blew herself out.
All Honey could do was get mad; I made her forget that there was a door
through which she could have left.
She raved at me for five minutes. The bangs in her hair would give a
little flip when Honey would toss her head to emphasize a point. She
sipped the wine, which signaled the end of her tirade. "Sit down. Calm
yourself, there's no need to be so upset," I said in a velvet voice. It
covered the iron pull of my will, and the tension left her body almost
immediately. I put her mind into the state it had been in near the end of
our previous dinner date, and Honey reclined in the chair facing me,
crossing her legs in an exact duplication of her pose that night.
Excellent. The room was silent for a while, for I had caged Honey's fear
with my power. I wanted to see what the outcome of her flowing thoughts,
now unencumbered by fear, would be. She played with her hair, shoulders
flush against the chair back, her legs still crossed and displayed
attractively. Honey swirled her ankle absently, studying her wine glass in
a relaxed manner, with a somewhat playful expression on her face. Fully
dressed, and without a word, she flirted actively with me, knowing that she
was incredibly sexy. I stood up and walked behind her.
Gently, I put my hands on her shoulders. The touch sent a surge of
adrenaline through her system, allowing the fear to slip some of its
artificial bonds. "W-w-why are you doing this to me?" she whispered.
"Because you are so pretty, and sexy, and vibrant..." I stopped as her
protest formed. "Will you stop that? I've just spent the last two minutes
contemplating the wonders of your physical beauty, and your clothes aren't
even off yet! For the last time, you and your thighs are _not too fat_,
understand?" It was dangerous to use my power to tinker in matters such as
self-image, (another lesson learned the hard way,) so I had to rely on
verbal persuasion alone.
Honey bowed her head and murmured, "Yes." She was embarrassed, but also
pleased, and I felt her fear die down a little. Her reaction to the
compliment temporarily tamed her misgivings. I probed gently, trying to
discern her current emotional mix. Other than fear, I sensed curiosity
more than anything else. It looked as if the seed of temptation I had
planted was beginning to blossom. It was time. I concentrated, sending
the invisible threads of my power into her mind. Honey's eyes widened as
she felt the tingling sensation inside her head, but I quickly began
stimulation of her pleasure centers before her fear could reassert itself.
"Oh!" she peeped, surprised at the first faint stirrings of sexual
pleasure. In contrast to our previous encounters, I continued the
stimulation, turning her own body's chemistry against her already weakened
will. Ever so slowly, Honey's breathing deepened, and her chest rose and
fell more slowly. Honey's eyelids drooped, and I eased my stimulation of
her brain.
"Honey?" I said, quietly. She sighed yes, very quietly. "Do you like
the way I'm making you feel?" Another affirmation. This time, the
vocalization was closer to a throaty purr. "I can stop if you want, and
let you go now," I continued, my voice dropping to a stage whisper. Her
head swiveled from side to side, a deep, languorous sigh the only sound she
made. "Then you know what I want, Honey." My voice was leading;
seductive.
Honey swallowed audibly, wrapped in the soft current of sexual
stimulation. "M-m-m-my.. hus-bannnnd..." Her protest was feeble, made
with great effort. Her eyes had closed completely, and she battled the
rush I was providing. She was losing. Honey was beyond the state of
suggestibility, close to what Jodie calls, "induced addiction."
"Just _feel_ the sensation, Honey," I purred. "Let it wash through you
with its gentle waves. Warm, soft waves... So good, Honey... Yessss...
Let _go_, my sweet Honey... _Give_ yourself to the feeling..." She moaned
loudly, her resistance barely tangible to my monitoring senses. I crooned
into her ear in a whisper only she could hear. "Ye-eesss, Honey. Give
_iiinnn_ to the pleasure... Give in to me... And the pleasure will last
forever... Give yourself to me..."
"Ohhhh... Yess.... _Take_... meeee..." I felt the flood of sensations
wash the last of Honey's resistance away, rendering her a willing sex
thrall, but that's not quite what I wanted her to be.
"Acknowledge me, Honey. I want you, but only if you give yourself to me
completely," I whispered. "But you must acknowledge me as the only one who
can please you this way. You are mine..."
"I... am... yours," Honey moaned. I said nothing, increasing the amount
of stimulation through our connection. "Ohhh..." she sighed. I waited.
"Mass... terr..."
I had broken her will. Now Honey was more than just an enthralled sex
slave; she was mine, body and soul. "And I will be yours, Honey," I
whispered.
"Take me, master," Honey replied, more strongly, as I stopped the
assault on her senses. She was flushed, breathing very heavily. Honey's
pretty blue eyes opened slowly, the pupils dilated and the expression far
away. I held out my hand, and Honey stood, placed her hand docilely in
mine, and allowed me to lead her, like a child, to the bedroom.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, and drew her forward for our first
kiss. Honey opened her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue crossed the
threshold of my lips with care, and sweet intentions. She probed my mouth
slowly, intertwined her tongue with my own, and we stayed locked, kissing.
Honey's passion was gentle and deliberate; I had no control over this, nor
did I want any. We weren't in a hurry. Her hands slid over my back and
around my neck as our lips would part for brief seconds. We'd get some
air, then resume kissing. Both of us were fully dressed, and I was almost
fully erect.
My hands slid to her waist, and I unfastened her skirt. Honey's mouth
hummed against mine, and she stepped back, sat on the bed, and removed it.
The wet spot on her panties was clearly visible. I joined her on the bed
and massaged her covered, damp crotch while we kissed some more. She
moaned, and her arms hung limply, hands resting helplessly on the bed. Our
chests were pressed together, and I could feel the pattern on her bra tease
my nipples when we would move. "How do you feel, Honey?"
Again, she moaned, softly. I wasn't surprised until she actually spoke.
"I'm... soooooo... hot, master. Please... I-I-I want you." Her eyes
fluttered and Honey gasped quietly. The seed of temptation had turned into
a forest of desire. "Ohhhh, mass-terrrrr..." she whined. Her legs were
vibrating, but I wouldn't let her have any more stimulation than the
teasing external massage through her soaked panties.
"I wish to pleasure you, Honey. Your master is gentle and loving with
his wonderful slave. You are so beautiful and tempting. Tell me, what may
I do to demonstrate my care for you, my lovely, alluring Honey." Her
breathing had quickened during my monologue, and her eyes had closed again.
The vivid picture that immediately appeared in her mind's eye let me know
exactly she wanted me to do. Still, I wanted her to _tell_ me.
"N-nn-nngh..." Honey gurgled, having been at a moderate level of
arousal for an hour and a half. I had been keeping her within hailing
distance of orgasm, but she wasn't going to be able to get there without my
help. "Lick -- meeee," she said plaintively, her eyes abruptly opening and
focusing. Deliberately, I removed her blouse with care, then undressed
myself next. Honey reached for, but could not touch my erection. Honey's
seduction and obvious prolonged arousal were more than enough to keep me
hard. She was sexy, and she was _mine_.
I removed her bra and panties, revealing all of Honey's body in its
naked beauty. My lips met her warm, flushed body just below her ear, close
to the juncture of neck and head, sending a tremble of passion through her.
I paused, then nuzzled her soft round breasts, licking at the flesh,
leaving little wet trails as I used the tip and broad of my tongue at
random. Honey's back arched a little, and I teased her erect nipples
adding my fingers to the gentle physical stimulation. After a brief time,
I moved my oral attentions further south. I sucked at Honey's navel,
eliciting a throaty, quiet moan, a guttural, yet feminine sound that made
my cock twitch. It made me consider just fucking her right then; but the
urge went away; after all, I had a promise to keep. This was the time for
Honey's desires. There would be plenty of time for mine, later.
I barely touched her inner thigh with the tip of my tongue, while
stroking the smooth skin around her stomach. Her back arched in instant
response, and a small tremor moved her legs. I painted a shiny path with
the flat of my tongue, traveling towards her knee. Honey's breathing was
very excited, but her thoughts were not coherent enough to even worry about
when I'd get to the heart of the matter. I eased a physic damper around
her mind; she'd need it soon. She whimpered when my hands slid along her
legs, intentionally avoiding her sex, a flowing motion with the back of my
hands running to her torso, a flick of the wrist to graze her breasts with
my nails, and the gentle caress of my palm and fingers as my hands returned
to their origin. I could feel her mental and physical response to the
touching, as it increased for a few strokes, and then slowly died down as
her body acclimated itself to the contact, a warm, contented feeling
spreading through her. My tongue rolled up Honey's leg from her knee along
the inner thigh, coming to rest just to the right of her wet, aromatic
slit.
I felt her inner heat along the side of my face, and Honey's lower torso
had frozen, as if anticipating the magic moment. I slowly ran my tongue
around the outside of her lower lips, so full and swollen with arousal, the
flush of sexual readiness in evidence all over her body. I skipped over
the super-sensitive bundle of nerves, and continued tracing an outline.
Once the circle had been completed, I grabbed her hips and brushed her
pouting sex as lightly as I could with my mouth. Honey's body began
oscillating before I had moved more than an inch. The oscillations grew,
and my grasp became tighter, to keep her lithe body relatively still. I
felt a crackle of mental electricity assault the damper I had placed around
Honey's brain; she was close to coming, but it wasn't time for that yet. I
dug my tongue into her with a long, slow, bob of my head, slurping at her
juices. Honey was aptly named.
The gurgle that formed in her throat began from somewhere very close to
my nose, and I rotated my head slowly, controlling my extended tongue. I
sucked slowly, gently at the sweet essence of my wonderful lover, the
essence that Honey produced so copiously for me. Honey quivered. I
continued to circle the inside of her cunt, and her breathing became
increasingly erratic. I strengthened the damper around Honey's mind, as
orgasm attempted to possess her. I wouldn't be able to keep it back for
long, but those extra seconds or minutes of pre-orgasm would just intensify
the release when it came. I savored her, playing my tongue around her
pussy, tongue fully extended one time, stimulating her inner walls, head
pulled back the next, playing with the outside of her slit. My head began
to hurt from the mental strain of containing Honey's explosion; her thighs
and stomach were rock-hard, her face was beet-red, and I could see the knot
in her throat where her scream had been trapped. I removed the barrier
between her mind and her nervous system, then rocked Honey's swollen, red,
and previously ignored, clit. Honey jerked one time and stiffened again.
My tongue slowly bobbed her clit, and Honey began to flow. My attentions
turned to her slit, as I used long, cleansing licks, starting from her
pleasure button, and going as far down as I could, close to the crack of
her ass. Her hips were pumping, aiding my efforts. Honey's cries of
ecstasy filled the suite, control of her body gone as her long-denied
release assailed her mind, its intensity doubled by the delay. My cock
throbbed beneath me, warm, white fluid shooting from it as I was also a
passenger on Honey's express, the mental link letting me eavesdrop on her
ecstasy, triggering my ejaculation. And I lapped and licked and sucked and
swallowed for minutes, an eternity, and I lost track and Honey moaned and
thrashed her body bouncing, gasping sobs coming from her mouth as she kept
cumming, her thighs clasping and releasing my head feeding me all of her
body and senses as I kept licking...
Hands pushed at my head. "Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!" Uncontrolled gasps went
through Honey's vocal cords, raising their pitch, turning them into
nonsensical squeaks. I moved from between Honey's legs, sliding alongside
her. She was breathing heavily, her blue eyes open, glassy, and distant.
Honey's body was heavy on the bed, sweat covering her as she trembled
lightly. I brushed her hair aside, and kissed her cheek tenderly,
caringly. "Relax, my pretty flower. You have many such pleasures to come.
Enjoy this memory of ecstasy, and the warm waves that wash you. Luxuriate
in this feeling. I will wait for you, my sweet Honey," I cooed lovingly.
Honey's body was still highly sensitive to the touch, as my fingertip
caress made her tremble involuntarily.
I was awakened by a gentle brush of lips across mine. "Thank you,
master," was all she said, the clear, starry blue eyes carrying the real
depth of the message. Honey looked at me questioningly. I pulled her on
top of me and kissed her, then I let Honey take the lead. Our tongues
slowly played together, bring our senses to arousal's edge. Her hands
caressed my chest lazily, and she slid them around my neck and ears. Her
head met my chest, and she began to kiss her way down my body. She gave me
a blazing blue look, eyes smoldering with desire.
I touched her head, stopping her. "You have to go to work tomorrow, and
you do not have a change of clothes," I said gently. "But we have
forever." Honey's eyes lowered, making my heart beat a little faster, as
the expression on her pretty face was enough to send some blood to my dick.
Honey slid her hand to my cock and ran her hand along its milk chocolate
length. It grew a little in response. "But I belong to you," she
countered softly, without looking at me. Her eyes were fixed hungrily on
my cock, which responded to her gentle grip and lewd gaze. "I am yours, my
love." That wasn't quite true; buried well underneath her newly weaved
mind was a glowing thought of her husband. It wasn't anywhere that she'd
be able to find it, except maybe in an occasional dream, but I marveled. I
had never run into _any_ woman who had been able to keep their
previous/current lover in their minds after I'd gotten through. In fact,
there had been a few who had been quite happy to help me remove that
portion of their memories. I looked at Honey's creamy skin, and the
contrast between our naked bodies. Her physical beauty increased my
desire, and her hunger for me was evident. I didn't need any mental powers
to know what she wanted to do next.
I reluctantly pulled her back to face me. "As much as I desire you, and
as much as you please me --" I paused to tinker with her mind again. "You
love your husband. True love is a rare enough occurrence that I can't
destroy it if I find it." Honey opened her mouth to protest, but I used my
power to uncover her thoughts of David, and she stopped before a word could
escape. "No, Honey, it is best this way." Her eyes glazed over as my
power gained more control over her. "You will hold this night, and our
magic bond deep inside of you. You will always respond to my call, for you
have given yourself to me body and soul." I murmured to myself, "But I
cannot have your heart." Taking a deep breath, I continued, "You must
forget until you hear my call. I will call you again, Honey, but I cannot
say when." The flow of power increased, and her eyelids drooped. "Yes,
Honey... Forget... Until we meet again..."
"N-N-n-no... please... don't... make me... forrr..." Honey fought me,
trying to retain her new identity. I gave a fleeting tap to the pleasure
center in her brain, which distracted her long enough for me to assert
complete control, and lock out her efforts at resistance.
"Get dressed, and go home," I said, voice tinged with regret. A few
minutes later she was ready to leave. "Kiss me one last time," I
suggested, still keeping Honey in light thrall until the absolute last
second. Her warm, responsive kiss, and loving embrace made me regret
letting her go, but it was the right thing to do. I couldn't promise that
I'd never see her again; I had had my first taste of Honey, and I was
hooked. "Goodbye for now. When you get home, you will only remember my
commands, hidden away deep inside of you." A parting glance at her fine
legs as she left sent a strong twitch to my cock. I picked up the phone.
"Front desk, this is Alex. May I help you?" came the bright,
professionally cheerful female voice. A minute later, I hung up the phone
to get some sleep. I was going to have a personal wake up call from the
willowy blonde who had checked me in when her shift was over.
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