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NMSilverFox -> Mind Control (11/7/2004 5:36:35 PM)
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1 Introduction
It began quickly and without warning. But it also seemed like it was well planed. He was never sure. She certainly wasn't going to tell him. He was having a beer after work. The usual crowd was there. In keeping with tradition he sat alone at a table near the front. The spot had in fact become "his". It was always empty when he came and he always sat in it.
He didn't see her till she wanted him to. To his recollection he had never seen her before. When she was on her way out of the bar she stopped at his table and looked dead in his eyes. Then just as abruptly she turned and began to leave as if he wasn't there. The only exception was that she snapped her fingers so loud that every head in the bar turned at the sound. So it happened that every head in the bar saw him lay a five on the table and leave right behind her.
Once outside the bar she was waiting. Only one word left her lips as she pointed to a cargo van and handed him the keys. "Drive." He took them and opened the door for her. Once on the road. He spoke.
"My name......"
"Is not the issue." she curtly cut him off. "I know who you are, where you work, and live, and that you are married and have a son and a dog. I know that you frequent porno shops and are deeply affected with the concepts of bondage, and female superiority. I know that you have spent hundreds of hours and dollars searching for a domme to train you. I know that your wife does not know and that she would not approve of your desires.
You have been chosen, by me to train. First you must learn to trust me. The only name you will know me by is M. You may call me Mistress. As long as you are my student you will not be embarrassed by me in public, nor will I compromise your personal or professional life. You have a brief period to ask questions before the first lesson."
He thought on this revelation as he drove. Then he looked at her. She was not overtly pretty. But she was attractive. What was the attraction? Ahhhhhh.. power. She exuded it. A smile fell across his lips. "I only have one question."
"Yes, Go on. "
"When do I start."
"You already have. Stop the van at the next gas station."
He pulled into the station lot. She directed him to park away from the pumps. Holding out her hand for the keys. Once she had them she got out instructing him to wait. She opened the side of the van and returned with a closed canvas satchel. "Get the key to the bathroom and leave the door unlocked. He quietly obeyed. Once inside the bathroom he waited. Within 2 minutes she came in and locked the door. "Strip slave." He quickly removed his clothes. From the satchel she produced first a leather collar. She placed it on his neck locking it with a combination lock. There were large D rings in the front and the back. She next showed him a 4 inch narrow butt plug. It was harnessed to provide a guarantee of placement. She had him lube it and insert it himself. By this time his cock was as hard as concrete. She instructed him to masturbate and soften it. He was embarrassed by this but he obeyed. She stood waiting looking rather bored.
Once it was soft, she installed a leather sheath that both encassed and constricted his cock and balls. This attached to the plug harness made a very tight package of his loins. She installed metal nipple clamps on his chest. There was a chain between them that fed through the front collar ring. She handcuffed his wrists and fastened them to the ring behind his neck. His underwear, including sox were placed in the trash.
"Kneel" As his knees met the floor her boot met his groin. He doubled over groaning. Her hand gripped his head and yanked it back. The nipple chain tore against his tits, resulting in a second groan.
"This is a fair sample of your journey with me. Though it is only a beginning. I don't feel that you should be caused too much pain at first. You are now commanded to inform me if we should continue in your instruction. This will be the last time you will have any choice. If you decide to continue you will be my property. I will have all right to your body mind and soul anytime and anywhere. You will never cum, even with your wife without my prior permission. If you decide to end this I will take you back to the bar and never bother you again. If we see each other I will not acknowledge you in any way whatsoever. CHOOSE!"
He lowered his head. Nearly naked on the cold bathroom floor he pondered his situation. Then something happened inside him. To this day he cannot explain it. A compulsion came over him. He began to softly sob. Slowly, he bent low and forward. Silently sobbing he began to lick her shoes.
She knelt down and patted his head as he worshiped. Drawing him up she looked into his eyes. Gently her hand brushed away his tears. Then she kissed him, The kiss was tender and soft. Demure and kind. Then she smiled just as softly "Get dressed and call your wife. You' re going to be working late.
2 Mind Control
It was dark when they got out to the van. She allowed him to dress but his clothes were loose. Even his fly was open. To a bystander he would appear as one drunk. He made the phone call to his wife. The excuse was that his boss was taking him and some colleagues out to dinner. Once in the van she placed a ball gag on him and had him once again remove his clothes. He was made to get into the back of the van. There he was blindfolded and locked hand and foot spread-eagled to fittings in the floor.
After a time the van came to a halt. The side door slid open and he was led by the hand into a house. "ON YOUR KNEES" A swift push to the legs helped him obey. "You will crawl unless otherwise ordered. Or if other orders require you to perform standing up. Your eyes will always be focused on my pussy. It is your place of worship and devotion. Your place of creation and longing. You will never look at my face or the face of any of my guests. Your mouth will always be slightly open. "
He was led into a room. His blindfold removed she stood before him. Her hand yanked back his head. Quickly he fought the urge to look at her. "Very good pet. You're learning fast. You must help me ready your next lesson." She led him to a 5 foot long padded bench. Like a weight bench except it was made of wood. There were fleece lined leg manacles at one end on either side near the floor. The wrist cuffs were also on each side about half way along the length. Also fleece lined. There was a belt that crossed the bench near the opposite end. At that end was a pillow. Surrounding the pillow was a saddle of sorts with an adjustable back rest. She did not bother to explain its use. He was kept busy preparing two rolling tray tables with a variety of lit candles, clips, clamps, small paddles, and various lengths and styles of rope.
She handed him an enema bag and pointed to the bathroom "You will now relieve yourself. Be sure that you are FULLY clean and dry when you return." When he exited the bathroom she removed the sheath, nipple clamps, and ball gag. Then she commanded him to lie face up on the bench. His head on the pillow. He was ordered to fasten his own legs into the foot restraints. He lay back and she fitted his wrists into their cuffs and then the strap went over his chest. There were two holes just placed so that his nipples would protrude through them. She pulled the strap very tight then grasped each nipple and pulled it as far through the holes as she could. The clamps were reattached. Causing him to wince from the pull.
In full view of him she removed her clothes. She slowly teased him visually being tempting with the motions of her hands, hips, legs, and torso. She breathed sensually. All to bring him to arousal. Then she began to laugh.
"I'm going to play a piece. You my pet are my instrument." She took a riding crop from the wall. "Where is your mind?" She asked calmly? He displayed a puzzled look. "WHERE IS YOUR MIND!?" The crop struck his lower belly soundly. He shook his head. Partly from the swat, and partly from his inability to understand the tenor of the question. The crop next struck the glans of his penis. This time he let out a yell. "Your brain is in your head but your mind... "She gripped his cock and squeezed hard. Your mind is here. Our male driven, misogynist society has taught you, and most men to think with their loins. Well I am here to help you change that. To reunite your mind with your heart. You do want that don't you." He nodded. Not because it was the right thing to say but because he did want to conform to her desires. "Good. Now that we have located the source of the problem its time to have a few MIND games." She lifted the crop and let it fall on his testes this time. Again he yelled.
"Now we can't have you bothering the neighbors can we?" She walked around and straddled his head between her legs. She slowly lowered herself over his mouth. When he could just taste her, she stopped. "Now slave, you will service me." Her sex lowered onto him fully. The scent of her overcame him. She was joyous to his senses. He protruded his tongue and she began to work his groin. Her first act was to take a lit candle in each hand. Slowly she began to at first drip, then pour molten wax onto his cock, balls, loins, and thighs. She began to place her full weight on his face. She became his very breath. Truly he has become the instrument of her satisfaction. For the first time since infancy he had no ability to act of his own volition. His very will to respond or not had been stripped from him. The screams from his mouth made her very wet. He began to not only breath her, he began to drink her as well. By torturing his loins, testes and cock she drove him like one would drive a car, or ride a bicycle. He had been transformed from a human male, fully in control of all his functions to a mere machine. A human vibrator. She made him yell, shake his head, and buck his head up and down. Lust and laughter came from her as she rode him. If his tongue lowered below her wish she would pull on his nipples. It didn't take her long to convey to her pet the desire of her will. She came again and again. It seemed like hours that she rested on his face.
When she rose he was soaked with her juices. He lay without motion. As one dead, he was exhausted. He was also totally devoted to her. She smiled and dried his face. Like a mother cleaning her young child. She transformed from the powerful Goddess, to the sweetest of lovers. Her skill was flawless. She brought him back to awareness. Then he received from her what would be in the future a rare reward. Keeping him in harness she began to tenderly minister to his loins. Cleaning off the wax and bringing him to full stature. She began to encourage his sexual tension. Bringing him to the edge of release and holding him there. Then slowly, very slowly she mounted him. Her hips began to ebb and flow like a tide. She removed the clamps on his nipples and released the chest belt. Then lowered herself along his body. When her tongue entered his wearied mouth, he somehow found the strength to respond. As she brought him to finality it was obvious that she was in total control. On her cue his body began to lurch. His body thrust of itself against her As his seed found its home with each thrust she syncopated his groans in speech that was soft, yet absolute. Her lips were close to his ear. The words embedded themselves in his brain ,his heart and his mind. " NOW... YOU... ARE... MINE!! "
~fini~
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