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Honey's Story
The Flying Pen
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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 yourself without a clue if you skip it. Should you find this and
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Honey's Story
The Flying Pen
Section B:
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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Honey's Story
The Flying Pen
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