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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) "His Taste" (MF, MC, MD) (artie) CR #345 10,10,10
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Duo 7 -- His Taste By artie@netgate.net © Copyright 1999 by artie
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express
written permission of the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not
an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again, if
all youÕre looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read
something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.
*
Craig laughed to himself as he looked on the nubile form of the
cheerleader strapped to the lab table in front of him. He watched with
glee as she twitched slightly, her head moving under the display goggles,
electrodes, and headphones connected up to his computers, her arms and legs
moving in their restraints, her magnificent bust line heaving up and down
as she moaned.
Craig looked to the secondary display on the computer. Eight minutes to
go; in eight minutes the years of research and hard work would pay off,
reshaping her mind, turning her into the first of his many, many sex
slaves.
*
"Sorry, it won't work.Ó Tom said, moving away from his computer.
"What won't work?Ó Laura asked, turning away from her own computer in
their home office.
"That.Ó Tom said, pointing at the screen.
Laura peered at the screen, reading. She turned and gave Tom a
quizzical concerned look, then placed a hand at his forehead as if checking
to see if he was feverish.
"Not feeling well?" she asked.
Tom laughed. "I'm feeling fine. I just don't write that kind of stuff;
I don't have it in me."
Laura smiled. "That's okay, God knows there are plenty who do. But why
try? I like what you write, others do, and I hope you do as well."
Tom sighed. "It's an email I got. Here -- let me bring it up for you;
you read it.Ó Tom moused around on the computer, bring up:
---------------------From: xxxx@earthlink.net Date: Thu, 27 May 1999
06:14:52 -0700 (PDT) X-Sender: xxxx@mail.earthlink.net Mime-Version: 1.0
X-Priority: 1 (Highest) To: artie@netgate.net Subject: Yoru Mind COntrol
STories
You asked for comments aboutyoru site...
I noticed all your mind control stories are extreamly tame, and all are
female dominant, there is almost no element ofmind control at all......
--------------------- Laura laughed. "I'd take that as high praise! IÕm
surprised it wasnÕt from AOL! Why does it bother you?"
Tom leaned forward, steepling his hands, resting his elbows on his
knees. "Well, part of it is getting over the troubles with Simon's
MCStories site, as well as asstr, assm, all those. But when I think about
the content on MCStories, whatÕs on it..."
Laura said "There was RC's work, and Mesmer's, before they pulled it.
Wiseguy is good -- I like his approach. There are good authors publishing
there, besides you and Wiseguy. So what is it about MCStories that bothers
you? Is it that Wiseguy has two new stories up and you only have one?"
Tom chuckled a little. "No, thatÕs not it. And IÕm happy to have given
him feedback on those stories. But aside from his, and mine... Well, the
average story seems to be the typical male fantasy of taking control of
people, especially women, and turning them into sex slaves against their
will. It bothers me, I guess."
"Why? They're just fantasies, fairly harmless in and of themselves."
"But the amount of repetition, the same pattern repeating over and
over."
"But isn't that a typical male fantasy? Being able to have sex with
whomever you want?"
Tom nodded his head.
Laura smiled. "And wouldn't you, if you had the opportunity, to make
love with anyone, assured that nobody would ever know..."
"I would know." interrupted Tom. "And besides, I have you."
She laughed a little. "But wouldn't you like to; haven't you ever
wished..."
"Maybe years ago, but not now.Ó Tom said.
She put a hand on his knee. "Character is who you are in the dark?"
Tom laughed softly. "I never thought I'd hear you quote Buckaroo Banzai
to me."
It was LauraÕs turn to laugh. ÒIÕm sure someone else said it before
Buckaroo Banzai...Ó
ÒIÕm sure youÕre right. But still, it bothers me. I guess it comes
back to consent.Ó
Laura sat up a bit, moving her shoulders provocatively. ÒOoh, I like
when we talk about consent.Ó
Tom sat up as well, remembering where these conversations usually ended.
ÒNow just wait... ItÕs still early. I thought you were interested in
this.Ó
Laura smiled seductively. ÒOh but I am darling, I am. ArenÕt you so
glad we got the futon in here? ItÕs so nice when I ease you into a
delicious trance, getting you so relaxed and so hard at the same...Ó
Tom started laughing, and laughing hard. Soon he had his head in his
hands, he was laughing so much. When he finally looked up, Laura was
sitting in her chair, arms folded, pouting.
He wiped tears from his eyes. ÒDarling, IÕm sorry. I wasnÕt laughing
at you, believe me. I thought of a way out of my dilemma.Ó Tom looked at
his wife; she didnÕt look convinced. He continued ÒDarling, I love what
you do to me. I love it when you surprise me and the next thing I know IÕm
tied to the bed and youÕre on top of me, or I turn around and youÕre
standing naked behind me, you say something, or touch me, and the next
thing I know were making passionate love. But thatÕs about love, and
consent. ItÕs not about pain.Ó
Laura was smiling a bit now. ÒOh, the last time I had you tied down,
and I teased you so long and kept you from coming.... You were begging for
it.Ó
Tom sighed. ÒThat was so intense. But you werenÕt doing that to hurt
me, or humiliate me, or against my will. But what I remember most was
finally coming deep inside you, and then you holding me, comforting me, and
rocking me to sleep in your arms. And, I think part of that experience was
about how much you could take as well. No?Ó
Laura dipped her head forward a little and nodded. ÒYes... It was hard
for me to keep you on the edge that long. But we can do it again -- if you
want. And, thatÕs an edge IÕd like to explore as well.Ó
Tom smiled. ÒIÕd like to do that again, and IÕd like to do it to you
sometime as well. ItÕs an aspect of letting go and trusting each other we
havenÕt explored very much.Ó
Laura smiled and her nostrils flared, unfolding her arms and flexing her
long sensuous fingers on her thighs.
Tom knew he was running out of time again. ÒArenÕt you interested in
the solution to my dilemma?Ó
ÒIÕve got a solution I think youÕll like.Ó Laura purred.
Tom laughed nervously. ÒNo, about the story.Ó
ÒJust make it quick.Ó she growled.
Tom sat back and frowned a little. Seeing this, Laura moved back a bit
and said softly ÒDarling? IÕm sorry...Ó
Tom moved forward in his chair and put his hands on her thighs. ÒItÕs
okay. ThatÕs the other part; thank you for showing me what I couldnÕt find
the words to say. ItÕs also about respect. We respect each other. We
both know you can put me into a deep trance whenever you want. You know
how much I enjoy it, need it. But like a couple weeks ago -- I had a lot
of work to do for most of the week, up late. You let me do it, when with a
touch, a word, I would have been helpless and passionate in your arms, or
between your legs.Ó
Laura nodded, nostrils flaring again. ÒYes, thatÕs part of it. So tell
me, what about your dilemma? And youÕre getting pretty good at hypnosis as
well. I love letting go to you, especially when youÕre massaging my head,
or my feet. ThatÕs very nice.Ó
Tom smiled. ÒI love you. But back to my dilemma -- it actually ties in
with one of the things weÕve been studying -- the literal interpretation of
suggestions in hypnosis and how literal that part of the mind can be. I
think thatÕs my way out. Let me write a few paragraphs finishing up my
evil, evil male-dominant mind control story, then IÕm all yours.Ó
Laura smiled. ÒIÕll go turn down the bed and get ready. You should go
to the bathroom downstairs; IÕll be waiting for you.Ó
With that she got up from her chair, kissed him on the head, and left
the room.
Tom smiled, sighed, and resumed typing.
*
Craig looked at the display -- two minutes to go. He reflected on the
program heÕd instilled. Cindy the cheerleader was now going to be Cindy
his personal slut! She wouldnÕt be able to get enough of him, especially
his taste. SheÕd beg for it, and do whatever he asked. HeÕd show her,
heÕd show them all! HeÕd have them all begging for it!
The chime sounded on the computer. Done. With shaking hands he removed
the goggles on her head, then the headphones, then the electrodes on her
scalp, her arms, her beautiful legs. She looked so beautiful, so serene.
He knew she would be weak for the first half hour or so. He could rip off
her clothes and have her right now. No, he wanted her to beg for it. He
released the restraints on her feet, then the ones on her arms, removing
the final I.V. line. Finally he loosened the strap around her incredibly
sexy waist.
He left the loop around her neck; that heÕd release last, by remote
control, if things checked out. No sense rushing things at this stage.
Next to the green release button was a red button that would plunge a
sedative-loaded needle into her neck. He felt confidant he wouldnÕt have
to use that one. He laughed; if he did, heÕd take her clothes off and have
her anyway.
She moved a little; she must have heard his laughter.
ÒStay where you are!Ó he barked.
She stopped moving but opened her eyes, then turned her head slightly to
look at him. A funny smile formed on her face.
ÒDo you know who I am?Ó he asked harshly.
She smiled more and said breathlessly ÒYou are my Master.Ó
He smiled. ÒAnd do you know who you are?Ó he asked, a little softer.
She nodded a little and said ÒI am your slave. How may I please you
Master?Ó
He stepped over to the table and put his hands on her breasts, touching
them gently at first, then squeezing them. She moaned and shook under his
touch, demonstrating the depth of her conditioning.
ÒDo you like that, slave?Ó he asked with an evil smile.
She was breathing hard as she opened her eyes again. Her face was
flushed and he could see her nipples tight under her top. ÒOh yes Master!
Please donÕt stop!Ó
He stepped back and pushed the green button. The loop around her pretty
neck released and retracted. ÒSit up!Ó he commanded.
She moved slowly to sitting, still a little wobbly. She looked around,
looking confused. Good, he thought, she doesnÕt remember coming in here
kicking and screaming as the sedative took effect.
ÒMaster, where are we?Ó
ÒItÕs not important. Stand up and take off those clothes.Ó
She said ÒYes Master!Ó and got off the table. She steadied herself a
little after standing, and quickly undressed.
She stood before him naked, expectantly, then quickly got down on her
knees, bowing her head before her Master.
He breathed heavily as he looked at her luscious body; her blonde hair
and blue eyes, that upturned nose, those soft, full, pouting lips. She had
magnificent breasts, with erect nipples that needed to be sucked and
squeezed. Her bush was trimmed, her legs and ass luscious. What should he
do first, he thought. He could fuck her right here, bent over or on her
back, or stick his cock between those tits -- how nice it would be to come
on those tits. No, make her beg for it. Make them all beg for it!
ÒHow would you like to please me, slave?Ó he asked.
She trembled! How exciting that was to him! She trembled and licked
her lips.
ÒMaster...Ó she said, almost in a whisper, almost in tears, Òlet me take
you in my mouth. I need to taste you. IÕm so hungry. I need you in my
mouth.Ó
He laughed as he recognized his words coming back through her
conditioning. She needed his taste, so hungry for him. He started undoing
his belt.
ÒOh Master! Please let me!Ó she cried, scooting over to him on her
knees.
He rested his hands on her soft blonde hair as she quickly undid his
belt, then lowered his pants and briefs. She cooed as she took his cock
and stroked it gently to its fully erect five inch length. He was laughing
softly, enjoying the sensations; success after so long, and the first
success of many. He almost came as he felt her lips touch the tip of his
cock.
She was so hungry for her Master, so hungry. She didnÕt know why, but
she was. She just had to have him, so hungry. She took him into her
mouth, licking and sucking, so hungry, so hungry for all of him. And with
him in her mouth, she sighed with a satisfied smile, and bit down hard.
FINI
Duo 7 -- His Taste By artie@netgate.net /~artie
http://artie.web1000.com
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