Message-ID: <4411eli$9709271733@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4411.txt> From: artie@netgate.net (artie) Subject: Story: "Private Tasting" (1 of 2, MF, mc, fd) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <artie-ya02408000R2709971155360001@nntp.netgate.net> ³Private Tasting² (part 1) Written 09/97 by artie - comments and constructive criticism welcome (C) Copyright 1997, All Rights Reserved This is a work of fiction, meant for adults. If you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content, read something else. Likewise, if all youıre looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. * David pulled in to the winery parking lot. As it was a Tuesday afternoon, they didnıt look too busy. The Gold Country was beautiful, he thought to himself- two hours from Silicon Valley, but yet another world. Heıd been in the area for three days, and felt as if heıd dropped a year of stress and overwork. He walked down the gravel path to the small tasting room- a small building that had been there for quite a while, considering the grass and moss growing on the sides and roof. The door was open. Connie was daydreaming, cleaning and restocking glasses. Spring afternoons, especially weekdays, were slow- not too many people, and more often than not the ones that stopped in were lost. Sheep Ranch Road was not exactly a major highway, even in Calaveras county. Still, sheıd had a tingle this morning- something was in the air. David walked in the door, saying ³Knock, knock.² as he did so. A friendly sounding voice from the back of the room said ³Come on back!² His eyes adjusting to the interior lighting, he stepped to the bar at the back of the room and sat on one of the stools. Connie looked at her guest. Late twenties, early thirties she guessed. No rings, no watch- but a pale area on the left wrist. Brown hair, blue eyes (nice eyes), simple polo shirt and jeans. Medium height, well built- looks like he takes care of himself. She extended a hand ³Hi, Iım Connie. Thanks for finding us this afternoon.² David extended his hand and shook hers. ³David.² He looked around for a clock, didnıt see one, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a watch- stainless steel Rolex, glanced at it and put it back. ³Guess it is afternoon already.² He looked over his host- Connie was very attractive; a couple inches shorter than him, slim build but really filling out her winery shirt well. Long brown hair straight down her back to just below her shoulder blades, twinkling green eyes, wonderful smile. He wondered how well her pants fit her. He was definitely going to spend some time here. Connie noticed the Rolex. They exchanged pleasantries- he was taking a week off between jobs in Silicon Valley. He left his old job last Friday, got in his Jeep, and headed up to the Gold Country. It had taken him this long to work his way up to Angels Camp and Murphys. Connieıs tingle was getting stronger. She kept reminding herself to stay calm, take it slow. ³Where are you staying locally?² she asked. ³Well, I stayed the first couple nights at a B&B in Copperopolis. I spent this morning up at Mercer Caverns- I was going to check the Dunbar House in town later, but I donıt have reservations. If I donıt find anything, the folks at the caverns said I could spend a couple of nights down the hill from them. The stars are beautiful around here, without all the city lights.² Connie agreed. ³We specialize in dark around here. The night sky is wonderful.² (And if things work like I hope they will, Iıll be sharing it with you, she thought to herself.) They started tasting wines, and continued their small talk. Connie tasted them along with David. Connie was convinced- it was time to move. ³Weıre not busy this afternoon- if you have the time, Iıd love to give you a private tour.² She hoped her smile was alluring; she was feeling quite predatory. ³That sounds wonderful. I donıt want to impose on you, but I canıt think of anything else Iıd rather do this afternoon.² ³Would you like to try one of our special dessert wines? It would be just the thing for our walk.² ³You are the hostess.² said David. Connie excused herself for a moment and went into the back office. The door closed automatically behind her. When she heard it close, she jumped up and down a few times, saying ³YES! YES! YES!² to herself softly to work off the excitement. She picked up the CLOSED sign from the desk, wrote ³Private Tasting² and the time underneath it with a marker. She opened her desk, retrieved a small wooden box and removed a droppered vial. She shook it, and put it in the front pocket of her jeans. She grabbed the wine glass with her name etched on it from the desk. She took a couple of deep breaths and told herself to relax; sheıd done this before- just not recently. She returned to the tasting room, placing the sign on the bar, and her glass behind the bar. She bent down, hidden from Davidıs view, removing the vial from her pocket, and quickly placed three drops of liquid into a clean glass. She placed that glass next to hers behind the bar. ³This is a very special dessert wine- my specialty, really.² She removed a small bottle from a different refrigerator, opened it, and poured about half a glass for each of them. She picked up both glasses and swirled them. ³Look how much thicker and syrupy this is. Itıs a good indication of the sugar content. These grapes were botrytis grapes.² ³Like the German trocken Beerenauslese.² said David. ³Thatıs right- so people down in Silicon Valley do know important things as well.² She smiled and handed David his glass. He raised his glass in a toast. ³Hereıs to hospitality and a wonderful afternoon.² ³Yes.² Connie answered, and a wonderful evening to follow, she thought to herself. They each took a sip, and then another, and then over a few minutes, finished the glass. It was a very good wine. Connie took a peek at her watch, then put a cork halfway back into the bottle and slipped it into a cloth carrying bag. She stepped around the bar, picked up the sign, put the wine bag on one arm and David on the other arm. ³Shall we start our private tour?² she asked, twinkling. Heıd caught his breath when she took his arm- a very pleasant surprise. ³Yes, please lead on.² They left the tasting room; she closed the door and hung up the CLOSED sign. ³And now let me lead you down my garden path.² She said, trapping his arm and with laughter in her voice. David chuckled and replied ³Iım all yours.² In a couple of hours, hopefully you will be Connie thought to herself, as she led him through the garden toward one corner of the property. It was a great spring afternoon, sun shining and a few high clouds. It was also a very quiet day at the winery; not a sound other than the two of them talking and walking. Connie got him to take the occasional deep breath, commenting on how wonderful the air was, how relaxing it was to be out here, with the warm sun and a warm arm. After some walking, they came up to a maintenance shed. Connie stopped and looked closely at Davidıs face. His eyes were starting to look a little glassy; good. She peeked at her watch; it had been about fifteen minutes since his first sip. The last five minutes of their walk had been gradually uphill. A little exertion helped speed the process. ³How are you doing?² David looked at her and smiled. ³Good, a little tired.² ³Donıt worry, weıre only going a little further- that little cottage on the side of the hill- itıs only a few minutes walk from here. Itıs a beautiful spot to sit, rest, and relax.² She put a hand on his back and gently stroked his shoulders as she spoke. She saw him shiver at her touch, his eyes closing a little. He looked up the hill to where she was pointing. It did look like a wonderful spot. ³No problem.² ³But while weıre here, there is a bathroom - weıve been drinking and walking a lot- do you need to go?² She was being a suggestive as she could, both to see if the drug was kicking in, and because she didnıt want him to be uncomfortable later on. ³Now that you mention it, thatıs a good idea. Where is it?² She pointed him to the door, he went in and through the building to the toilet on the other side. After the door closed behind him, she hugged herself and laughed gently. She thought back- how long ago was it? Eight, nine years? She was nineteen then, and her uncle Don, not quite thirty, walked her along this same path, in that same state, stopping here to suggest she use the toilet, and then taking her up to the cabin. How many times had she taken people along this path now. Six? Seven? She smiled back at the sun; this time felt different, David felt different. There was something special here. David stepped out of the shed, back into the sun. He squinted briefly, shielding his eyes. Connie looked close again- it looked like he had splashed water on his face- too late for that, she thought. Donıt worry, David- Iıll be very gentle with you, she said to herself as she took his arm once again and they started up the hill. She kept talking, softly, about how relaxing a place this was, how comfortable and safe the cabin was, where they could sit and relax, rest for a while and enjoy the afternoon. She knew what David must be feeling; she remembered it herself, getting so tired walking up the hill, yet so relaxed and so looking forward to getting there, mind buzzing, losing control. He would be so ready. But, she reminded herself, there were still some stumbling blocks, this could end in the next half hour, and her enjoyment for the evening would be provided by a pair of AA cells. Thatıs how her last walk up this hill had ended. Much to Davidıs relief, they reached the cabin. It was actually built into the side of the hill, with only a small door and window showing on one side, and another window opening through the earth on an adjacent side. The door was low; they had to stoop to get through. As they stepped through the door, David let out a loud sigh. It was cool and dark inside, full of the smell of earth. Connie quickly sat him down in a wooden chair. ³Just sit down and relax. Itıs pretty dark in here- Iıll get some light.² She picked up a box of matches and lit a candle in a holder hanging down from the low ceiling. From where David was sitting, he had to look up slightly to see it. With only the door and a window sticking out of the earth, the size of the cabin was only apparent when you entered. They were in the front section, and a curtain behind them hid the rest of the cabin going back into the hill. She had closed the door, with David sitting in the chair a few feet from the wall. Connie stepped behind the chair and rested her hands on his shoulders. ³Just look up at the candle and relax. Itıs so cool in here, so relaxing. The darkness and the coolness are so nice. Weıre so safe and comfortable here. Take a deep breath and relax.² As he exhaled, she pushed down gently on his shoulders. ³Another deep breath and relax. Youıre relaxing more and more. The dancing candle, the coolness, my hands, everything is helping you relax more and more with each breath.² She watched him carefully and continued her induction. She spoke softly, gently, for another couple of minutes until she could tell he was having a great deal of trouble keeping his eyes open. ³David, youıre so relaxed, you donıt have to keep your eyes open if you donıt want to. You can just let your eyes close; think of the dancing candle and relax more and more as you listen to my voice and breathe in and out. Youıre so relaxed and so safe.² She reached behind her opening a small cabinet on the wall and took out a device the size of a large paperback book. She put it on a stool behind the chair, and pressed a button. It beeped once, and a display lit up. ³David, youıre so relaxed now, so comfortable. Your right arm is very, very heavy, but your left hand has a bunch of balloons tied to it. The balloons are lifting your left arm up, up, up- your left arm is so light that itıs drifting up to the ceiling.² As she spoke, his right side slumped, and his left hand and arm started drifting up in the air. When his left arm was straight out at his side, she stopped it. ³Now you left arm has stopped drifting, itıs just floating there. You just feel the floating, nothing more. The only thing you feel in your arms is a slight tingle.² She took his left hand and used a spring loaded lance on the tip of his index finger. No reaction as he was poked by the sharp blade; good- he was in a deep trance. She carefully squeezed a couple drops of blood on to a small plastic strip, being very careful not to contaminate herself. She then slid the strip into the device on the stool, and pushed a button. The display changed- it was analyzing. She smiled to herself as she watched. How long ago had that been? Three years? Thomas? She was watching a fully portable blood diagnostic unit that in under two minutes would give her the results on blood tests for a number of diseases, drugs, and even cholesterol levels. It was still under development, but was now being tested by organizations around the world. Thomas had given it to her and kept her in supplies and updates. He had been a good catch. She had been quite surprised when he told her he had found the perfect match- and even more surprised when he asked if Connie would give her a ³private tasting.² She had, and everyone had been pleased with the results. She hadnıt gone to their wedding, but had sent a case of dessert wine. As she waited for results, she continued her induction and planted the triggers sheıd need to wake David, to relax him, and if need be, control him and have him go away if problems showed up. She started asking him carefully about his medical history- looking for risk factors and potential problems. All his answers were clear. Beep! She looked down at the stool. Green light- good news, but a yellow light as well. What did that mean? She picked up the unit and scrolled through the display. Negative on nasties- AIDS, STDs, herpes, hepatitis. Cholesterol level- very impressive; he did take good care of himself. She kept scrolling down. Negative on marijuana, cocaine, uppers, downers- there it was, a hit on morphine analogs. She scrolled to the end of the list; no more hits. She was relieved. Her last walk up the hill, late last fall, had looked very promising- but he lit up for AIDS, hepatitis, and half a dozen drugs. He got a short nap and a walk back down the hill. ³David, have you been in pain recently?² ³Yes² he answered, head still down. ³Where do you hurt?² ³Right ankle. I had surgery.² ³Do you take something for it?² ³Vicodin sometimes. I twisted it last week and took some.² She smiled. Everything was a go. She lowered the candleholder so the candle was closer to eye level for him; she didnıt need the strain on him anymore. She turned off the diagnostic unit and put it back in the cabinet. Sheıd clean it tomorrow. ³David, I want you to open your eyes and raise your head; just look at the candle, just look at the candle. You are feeling very good, very relaxed. Your body is tingling lightly. You are so comfortable you donıt need to move; it would be hard to move, but you could if you needed to.² As she spoke, she was undressing. She changed into a soft, simple robe. She put perfume on her breasts, neck, and pubic hair. She put a spritz of perfume on her hair brush and brushed it into her hair to scent it. Ready to move on. ³David, you are doing so well, enjoying yourself so much. I really enjoy your company.² She was standing beside him, and saw him smile as he continued to look into the candle flame. She moved behind him. ³David, do you believe in witches?² He said ³No.² ³Well, David, Iım a witch. A good witch.² She saw goose bumps appear on his arms, and the hair on the back of his neck stand out. His mind worked fast- even drugged and in a trance. His breathing picked up. She put her hands on his shoulders. ³Relax, David, I wonıt hurt you. No harm will come to you. Relax. Does it excite you that Iım a witch?² ³Yes.² ³Are you afraid?² ³Yes.² very softly. ³David, I donıt want you to be afraid. I wonıt hurt you; Iım a good witch, a very good witch. Please relax for me.² She felt him relaxing as she gently kneaded his shoulders; actually he couldnıt help it. ³David, Iım a good witch, and Iıve decided I want you for my new lover. Do you want to be my new lover?² ³Oh, yes.² ³Good. Iıve cast a spell over you, David. Witches do things in threes- my spell has three parts. The first part of the spell was when you drank my enchanted wine. We are starting the second part of the spell now. The third part of the spell will make us lovers. Do you want to be my lover, David?² ³Oh, Yes! Please!² Connie felt the warmth filling her. If heıd said no, she would have given him amnesia and turned him loose. ³That makes me very happy, David. You need to understand though that this will only be temporary; I can only fall in love with another witch. When youıre away from me, youıll be able to meet and go out with normal women, even fall in love if you want to. But for the next few days, you are going to be mine. And thatıs the next step of the spell.² He smiled. She poured some more wine in their glasses. She could tell by feel which one was hers- she learned to be sure of that her third trip up the hill with someone- she had kept control, but it had been difficult with the drug affecting her. She handed David his glass; about a third full. ³Do you like my wine, David?² ³Yes, very much.² ³Then drink if you want to be my lover.² She emptied her glass in one gulp. He quickly emptied his, and she took the glass from him and set them down. ³Now Iım going to start making you mine, body and soul. Do you feel good, David?² ³Yes, I do.² ³I can give you great pleasure, David- do you want that?² ³Oh, yes.² ³If you want me to give you great pleasure, you have to obey me. What do you have to do?² ³Obey you.² ³What are you going to do?² ³Obey you.² Thatıs not good enough David, what are you going to do?² She raised her voice a little, sounding stern. ³I will obey you.² Thatıs more what she wanted! ³Very good David. Thatıs better. Just repeat that.² She placed her hands on his shoulders and started massaging him again. ³Now youıre feeling more pleasure. What are you going to do?² ³I will obey you.² She continued on his neck and shoulders. ³If I tell you to kiss my breasts, what will you do?² ³I will obey you.² ³If I tell you to kiss my lips?² ³I will obey you.² She started making small circles with her fingers at the back of his neck, and whispered warmly in his ear ³If I tell you to make love to me?² ³I will obey you.² He sighed. She stood back again, and used her stern voice ³Thatıs not good enough, David, you still havenıt given yourself up to me. You have to give yourself totally to me- all control to me. Your arms are getting stiff. Theyıre floating up on you so theyıre straight in front of you.² As she spoke, his arms raised in front of him until they were extended straight. ³Close your eyes, David, and keep repeating. As you give yourself more and more to me, your arms will sink. They will only go limp when youıve given yourself totally to me. As your arms get lower, the pleasure will increase. As you give yourself more and more to me, your pleasure will increase. He started repeating ³I will obey you. I will obey you.² His arms moved down a bit. She moved closer to him and started stroking his temples. His voice changed to somewhere between a sigh and a whisper, then picked up again. His arms dropped more. She moved closer, resting her breasts against the back of his head. His arms dropped more as he kept repeating, softly. ³Good, David, give yourself to me so we can be lovers.² His arms dropped some more. She held his head to her breasts and felt him tremble and his arms lower substantially; almost there. She moved his head around, squeezing him into her breasts, then with one hand brought her perfumed hair around and caressed his face with it. He caught the scent and the softness. He inhaled deeply through his nose and trembled. As he exhaled, he said ³I will obey you² and his arms dropped limply to his sides. She drew back, placed a hand on his head, and said ³Wonderful, David. Deep trance now.² His head slumped forward. Her heart was pounding. He was hers now. She knew that five minutes in a deep trance could accomplish much the same thing, but this was so much more rewarding- both to her, and to him. She pulled up the stool and sat next to him. She hadnıt had a chance to sit down since they left the tasting room. She spoke softly and clearly to him, giving him the suggestions sheıd need to control him during their love making. They were controls both of them would greatly appreciate. END (of part 1) artie -- artie -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /