ZARAH

Revelation

I caught my breath. I had only a dim memory of driving home, and certainly none concerning a guest. Only "guest" wasn't the right term, was it? As I thought it over, it seemed likely that she'd simply "invited" me to invite her. We hadn't screwed, or anything, as far as I remembered.

Her dark straight hair was cut fairly short, and her neck was bare. I really was so nonplussed by her presence that I felt no sexual stirrings at all...though last night's garden "party" may have drained me. Still, I heard her soft breathing, and observed that she was not naked...she was wearing a cotton nightgown of some kind.

As I raised myself up on my elbow to see her, I heard her breath catch, and knew she was now awake. She sat up, turned and faced me.

"Good morning, James," she said quietly. Her eyes appeared very large this close up, and showed no signs of sleepiness. "How do you feel?"

"I'm dragged out...and I guess I'm confused," I murmured, as I got out of bed. "How...did you end up here?" I was regaining some composure, and since my mouth tasted like camel parts, I headed towards the bathroom to swig the Scope. After about two steps, I realized I was nude. I heard her chuckle as I completed my journey in a sort of embarrassed scuttling motion.

Once cleansed and robed, I felt more ready to face my "guest."

"Zarah...did I...uh...drive you here? or did you bring me?"

She answered with a small smile that I had driven her here late last night.

"I enjoyed you immensely, James, you were wonderful."

"A wonderful slave, you must mean," I responded, a bit sharply. I felt somewhat "invaded," if you can say that about a woman who makes you piss on command, in front of several strangers. But this invasion was territorial, not personal, if you get my meaning.

"James..." she began.

"No, wait. I'm sorry. I remember what you said a few weeks ago...that this is all MY choice, and so on, da-dat-da-dat-da-dah...but I just don't remember inviting you up here...nice as it is," I added hastily. Jesus, my tongue was tied up yet again!

She was smiling a little more, and her eyes narrowed a little. They suddenly opened VERY wide, narrowed, and widened again as her brows moved up and down. The effect was of someone trying to peer into a window at me. Her eyes were huge...

"James, in fact you invited me 'in' quite some time ago," she said. "I see you're puzzled, aren't you? Go and open your lower right-hand dresser drawer, and I'll explain."

I reached over and slid open the drawer. Where were my sweaters? The drawer was full of women's clothing...shorts, skirts, t-shirts, undies even! Then I noticed an overnight case under the dresser.

"Did you bring all this up from the party?" I asked, bewildered. "Where are my sweaters?" I felt a little annoyed.

She did the eye bit again (her dark pupils really contrasted with their brilliant white borders), and said, "No, these are kept here for my visits."

What visits???

"I've been here seven or eight times thus far, and I'll be staying over for several days while you're on vacation."

"Seven or eight times?? ... Wait a minute ... WHAT VACATION???"

"The one you requested from your boss last week...wait a moment, James," she chuckled, watching me sputter. "You'll have a stroke ... in more ways than one!" And her eyes crinkled up in amusement at my helpless puzzlement. "I'll take mercy on you and explain...after I have my morning exercise..." Another eye-bulge, and she held up a closed fist in the air in front of me. "What do you see here?" and she tapped her hand four times with her index finger. Her hand opened.

On her palm rested...what was that? It looked shiny, almost damp, and...transparent, almost. I was amazed.

"It's a ball, a plastic ball I guess. Is this the Magic Kingdom or something?"

"Queendom, more properly, I guess you could say, James. Look again, closer."

"Wait...it's a ... a bubble. A soap bubble?" How the hell did she tote a little soap bubble around, and hold it in her hand? It had to be plastic. "Maybe a balloon."

"Right, James, it's a bubble you see there. Now watch." And she breathed onto her palm. The shiny globe enlarged. It looked exactly like a bubble, I could see it's glistening surface more clearly now, as it swirled. I waited for the pop, but there it stayed.

"And now...presto!" and she lowered her hand. The bubble stayed right where it was, didn't fall, didn't pop, just hung there. She blew toward it again, and it grew to tennis-ball size.

"Jesus, how do you DO that? That's great!" I felt as amazed as any child at a magic show.

"I'm not really doing it, James...you are. It's an illusion!" Puff. And a basketball hovered in front of me, a globe of infinite thinness, and infinite swirling variety, sparkling in the morning sunlight. "Test it for yourself."

I reached out, and my hand passed through empty air, right through the ball! It was immobile. I tried again with a quick swipe. Nothing.

"You can change it's size, James," came her voice as I stared at the bubble. "Do it!"

I breathed at the bubble, and it swelled. I pulled air into my mouth, and it shrank. I reduced it to point size, but couldn't make it disappear. I blew into it some more, and it swelled up till it seemed to fill the upper air of my bedroom.

The swirling colors were like a planet's atmosphere, sped up till I could see vortexes and curved cloud fronts forming and re-forming. I breathed in and out, in and out. If this were an illusion, I thought dimly as my world grew and spun, then I was...was...what was I anyway?

And what was that dim murmuring I could hear way out here in deep space? My ball shrank again, surrounded by tiny stars and galaxies, it got farther away, and farther...it was a point...a twinkling point in black empty space...emptiness of deep space, of deep thought, of will of deep desire...

Desire. What do I desire? I know I have a body...somewhere! I desire...I want...something sweet. Where will I get it? That's easy, just lift my head and stick out my tongue. Mmmmmm that's good, that's so sweet, so sweeeeeet, no it's tart and tangy, a little salty...it's soooo juicy and tender and thick and sweet. Lick it and suck it and draw in its honey. pull hard to get its juice. Suck it in deeply, deeeeeply. Tease it. Wiggle it with my tongue. Waggle my lips over it. Shake it. Gently! Faster! It's flowing, it's flowing into me. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Never stop... lickandlickandlickandlick... tongue can't stop...

It's sooo deep and dark in here, I'll open my eyes. I'll look at my juicy sweet food. It's red. Red like blood, red and shiny. Licklicklicklick. It's moving away and my mouth follows it. It moves back, and around, and it jiggles and jiggles as it flows. My tongue is stiff and thick, stiffandthickstiffandthick. I push it way, way, wayyy in. I hold still. It's heaven, and I moan out loud. I moan and it feels soooo good and deep I hummm and the heavens erupt in violence. Head is jerked and squeezed and shook... Ahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm the most delicious wet burst of slippery delight into my throat. Suck slower. And slower. Loosen my tongue. Softer and softer. I'll rest a moment, rest in my dark pink nest. Lick again. Rest..... Rest. Lean my head against the flesh, the sweet thick flesh. Come back. Come back.

"Come back, James..."

My cheek rests against a leg, a hot, hot leg. A thigh. I am holding two thighs, my head between. I'm kneeling on my floor, cradling two buttocks in my hands. My nose is about an inch from a deep pink nodule. A bump. A clitoris. A cunt lies before my eyes, I can look up inside it...

"... I can see inside it." I became aware that I am speaking!

"What do you see?" Zarah.

"I see your clit. It sticks way up between your lips."

"My pussy lips."

"Yes...they are open. They're oozing. They're open like doors to a cave. Now they're squeezing together... and opening again."

"Go on, I'm getting turned on again."

"There's some honey juice running out...it's dribbling down inside your crack."

"Suck up my delicious juice. Ooooh. Alllll the way down my crack. Talk."

"Your clit is bright red. It looks hot and bright and shiny. Your ass squeezes tight when your cunt closes and opens. It's squeezing more. It's hard and tight."

"James, stand up, right where you are. Good... look at me. Talk."

"Your legs are spread out around mine. They're dangling off the end of my bed. You are holding your bosom in your hands. You're squeezing your boobies together, and your fingers are brushing your nipples. You're flipping them with your fingers. They're sticking out. You're sliding over your tummy, and touching your clit. Your fingers dip inside you. You pull them out and they're all shiny and wet. You're sucking on them."

"I'm tasting my arousal, James. While I play with myself in front of you, turn your back to me. I'm looking at your bottom. There's something there. It's white and hard. Back up tight against my cunt so I can reach it. What do you feel?"

buttocks. It's inside me, inside my ass."

"How did it get there?" The feeling of thickness pulling and pushing. It's Brenda's old vibrator, but I never played with that! My hands jerk back for a feel as I realize that I have a vibrator sticking out of my bare ass! I don't pull it out, though!

"No, you leave it right there. It's deep within you, like I am, James." More touching sensations, then I feel the tingly buzz as the instrument is switched on.

"Turn back to face me."

As the wand hums inside me, I watch Zarah spread her pussy, pinch it closed, lick her fingers some more, etc.

"You don't remember our home visits here at all, James. I want it that way. But you'll remember this one, and soon I'll show you more." The nipples are pinched and rolled around as I stare down in confusion at her. "We've had several, and you have become very well-trained. You forget when I command you. You do many things with no hesitation or shame." Her fingers play on her clit, over and over, and I watch her butt clench up. "Your vacation time will be spent with a couple final lessons."

"Wait a minute, I don't HAVE a vacation now!" I began, feeling distressed and a little afraid of what I was hearing.

Get the picture? I'm standing between the legs of a masturbating woman, watching her spread her juice all around her belly and breasts, with a vibrator buzzing inside my ass, and I'm trying a logical argument!

"You phoned Jeff your boss three times to beg for it, and they gave it to you. They like you there. Also, it's about time for you to have your own dominance fantasies stimulated and fulfilled. Do you like that idea, James?"

"Yes, Mistress," hummed the vibrator, and I echoed it.

"Of course you do... because of this!" And she removed one hand from it busy work, and revealed the little soap bubble again. Her hand closed down on it, and it was gone. "Now I'm turned on all over again... I think I want to climax while I watch you. Bend down with your erection against my clit."

Oh yes, did I mention my hard-on yet? Well, there it was, now held in Zarah's hand, being rubbed through her sopping hairs (lightly), against her honey-glazed lips (harder), and now around, around and around her clitoris. She pushed me subtly to lighten the pressure, then pulled my hips up close again. I was in a strained position, but the feeling of manipulation was such a turn-on I didn't notice.

My arms braced me on the bed, with my face hanging over Zarah's. Her features contorted, and the breath whistled between her exposed teeth. Her free hand played with a breast, moved to her mouth, or reached back and scratched behind my nuts.

I was turned on.

Zarah's face reddened, and she commanded harshly: "Stand!" Up I stood, again viewing her passion-mottled flesh. "Turn up your rod!", and I reached behind me (automatically? from long practice?) and the vibrations shot straight through all my tubes and membranes, right up my cock.

"Milking machine!" came the voice, almost screaming now. Milking machine?!? I barely had time to chuckle before my penis was swamped with a powerful sensation as it stood out, pointing up the axis of the stiffened, quivering form of my mistress. The best I can describe it, it felt like an oily, tight rubber doughnut or a small toy inner tube was being rolled continually up the length of my stiff member. Then another slide, and another and another, always rolling from the base towards the glans, in an irresistible pulling motion to which my body eagerly responded. My butt clenched up, my knees quivered, and I looked down as I began to give forth my own treasure.

A drop of liquid, and then a few more. I bent backwards, and grasped the exposed handle of the vibrator. My penis arced upwards, and spat out a short streamer, which landed across Zarah's neck, and as more spurted out across her body, she mingled our fluids together, frosting herself with them. As she watched my eruption, her legs were outstretched and their muscles stood out. They pressed tightly and violently inwards, as if trying to close, but were of course blocked by my lower legs. They flew open, and again scissored together. Her voice rasped harshly again, but her words were gentle.

"Oh, my lover, my sweet sweet lover, I make you come! I make you come and come all over me, and I come and come and commmme..." Her voice broke in a kind of sob, then: "You may turn off all your machinery now." My dick shrank down, still drooling, and the vibrations ceased to shudder through me.

"Now clean my body... clean all our thick honey, our love syrup, our thick rich cream, tastes sooo good... oooh, feels sooo good, your tongue and lips. That's right, taste me everywhere, yesss, in my hot hot armpits, yesss, get my neck too, lightly, lightly, oooh, I'm still so quivery!"

I lapped and stroked and sucked and kissed like Little Mr. Shop-Vac! My tongue felt like it was returning from a week-long hike up and down the rugged slopes of Mount Zarah... but God almighty! all the different tastes of her body! Her tart sweat, my own bitter juice, the sharp tang in the hot crack near her anus, and finally I was allowed to... to..."

"...to kisssss my mouth, James. Rest your tongue now. Look in my eyes, and take my mouth. It is yours..." and her swollen lips opened over glistening teeth, and I lay beside her, and our eyes met and our hot mouths blended together. Forever.

Her huge eyes closed first, and then I could swoon away too, wrapped in her care.

We awakened close to noon, and ate sandwiches. I was told many things that long afternoon.

Zarah had indeed been with me much more than I "remembered." Induced amnesia was one of her practices. "For a time, anyway, and then I allow my partners the option to control themselves fully again. I like the confusion on your faces, as you obey me without realizing it!"

Other times, the trance state was a turn on to view, just as it was to me... just as it IS to me, I should say! for I have yet to "outgrow" my lust to render my sex partners helpless.

But it had turned out that at least as strongly, I also wished to pretend that I had no self-control of my own... that I could be dominated in actions, as well as in thought or mood! I say "pretend" because one of Zarah's ideas is that "subjects" like me are only being assisted in acting out deeply-buried fantasies, rather than being actual "victims," or unwilling seductees.

As the day passed, I "noticed" subtle and obvious clues to Zarah's presence that I had earlier been "overlooking"... things like a camcorder on a tripod parked in one corner of my living room... a shelf in my kitchen now crammed with vitamin bottles, and in the bathroom, where I took a shower every morning...

"...An enema bag?!? I don't use those!" I stammered yet once more, then remembered... that vibrator stuck so deeply into my asshole, without my knowing it!

"I have opened you up in many ways, my friend. You'll learn about them as I choose. I am leaving you for a while now, and will call on you after breakfast in the morning. Get out. Jog, exercise, get a good night's rest. Eight solid hours in deep slumber, that's my prescription for you! No, no more questions! Tomorrow, James. I have another meeting with a young couple this evening. We'll go there together on Wednesday, I think. Bill and Teresa are excellent vehicles, and I think I'll let you take charge a little bit then!"

My heart lurched.

"For tonight, you may watch this tape if you want to see some more of my methods from the 'other end,' as it were." She held out a video, labeled simply: "47 - James M."

"I suggest you watch it with the sound off, otherwise you're sure to drop into trance again to the sound of my voice!"

"Wait, now! Forty-seven? Do you mean to say that you have had forty- six other men?" I said, grabbing her wrist. "Wait! You've gotta clear some stuff up, baby!"

Mistake. Her eyes widened and narrowed, in annoyance this time.

"Nonsense, and that's my own business my dear sir. Shackle!"

And at the word "shackle," she thrust my wrist back against the hallway where we stood near my front door. I heard a "click," and found my arm was now stuck against the wall! Before my head could turn, she had pulled her hand away from my grasp, grabbed my other arm and clicked it into place as well! My arms were stretched behind my back where I couldn't see them. It hurt a little, and it REALLY hurt when I tried to pull away!

"I think you're reasserting a dominant role, and you're doing it rather badly just now," Zarah said, "and at a most inopportune moment!" I won't stand for bullying behavior at any time, dear! I'll see you tomorrow."

And as I lunged against my manacles, she opened my door. As she left, I heard her say, breezily:

"Ten minute shackle, James! Bye!"

Damn! I thought, she's turned my own home into a fucking dungeon! I pulled as hard as I could, but I may as well have tried to pull the apartment wall down. I could only shake and jingle my fetters impotently as I slowly calmed down. Soon, I began to think more coherently. Who was going to release me?

You know, of course, and I should have too, by this time! When my arms suddenly dropped from behind my back, and I rubbed my wrists, they weren't sore, or even red! The only items on my wall were the usual photos... no chains or handcuffs! But I'd heard them clank!... just like I'd seen that soap bubble, right in front of me, real as anything. I had stuck myself to that wall!

I wandered around, poking into corners and closets and drawers. I pulled out Zarah's underpants, plain, sheer black, with a black cotton crotch. I smelled them, I wore them, they gave me a hard-on. I looked at her razor, and her birth-control pills. Her shampoo. She had a couple of suppositories. I left them alone, in fact, I put everything back. I decided to work out. I ran seven miles, and took some laps at the "Y." I had a nice meal out, and returned home at seven-thirty.

The video tape still lay on the floor to my hallway, and I picked it up. I took it into the TV, and popped it in the VCR. I left the sound off, as I had been told.

It consisted of several short segments, all featuring yours truly, and it felt really damn humiliating to see my own face assume that slack-jawed, droopy-lid expression that I lusted over in others! And I saw it many, many times on the tape, from all angles!

SEGMENT 1: My face, in close-up. A finger is held in front of me, and my eyes are following its tip, with a wide-eyed stare. Up, down, around... my eyeballs strive to follow every motion, but my lids are soon blinking rapidly, and as the finger rises to touch my forehead, they roll right upward under closing lids.

SEGMENT 4: I'm standing in my living room, facing Zarah. She dangles a pendulum before me. My eyeballs track, and the lids droop. Zarah moves around behind me. She lowers my trousers, and plants a kiss on my backside. She leaves the picture, returning with that vibrator. She's rubbing lubricant onto it. She touches the tip to my crack, once, twice, very lightly. My hands reach back, and pull my cheeks wide apart. The instrument slips right up inside me, and now I'm led on a sleep walk around my floor... steered like a push-cart by Zarah holding the protruding end. I have a monstrous erection.

SEGMENT 6: Shot from the open door to my bathroom. I'm naked, standing nest to the tub. My arms are being held above head by Zarah, and Katherine sits on the closed toilet seat. She manipulates my member and sucks it, apparently not to a climax, because she leaves it thrust out before me, and applies shaving cream to my whole genital area. She is carefully shaving all my hair off from around my cock. I guess Zarah "shackles" me, because my arms remain straight up in the air even as I'm protesting my shave. I wiggle my torso, but am "held in place." Katherine takes hold of my balls, and I settle right down. She strokes the razor gently and carefully over my crotch, and my wriggling suddenly changes character. The cock jiggles a little, then Kathy is stroking it with her shaving cream as I apparently come into her hand.

As I watch this, my hand reaches in and encounters a short stubble inside my underpants, instead of my usual tight curls. I hadn't noticed that either!

SEGMENT 7: The camera is started and focused jerkily, as if it's been turned on suddenly. I'm still "chained up" in my bathroom, though I'm now standing in the tub. My face shows distress, and weariness. The camera zooms in, and I lift my head, and turn my back. A downward pan shows dark streaks down the back of my leg. I have emptied my bowels right where I stand, and the smeared stool lies on and around my feet, that try to shake off the mess.

My face turns to the lens, and even without sound, I can see clearly the words "please Mistress" on my lips, over and over. There are tears. Zoom back. Zarah steps into the frame, and my arms fall to my sides, as I obviously cry out in pain. How long had I stood there, firmly chained to the unyielding air? Her hand strokes my cheek, and I smile, and weep. My naked cock rises up, untouched.

SEGMENT 11: A large room, holding some kind of party, about eight or ten people all together. The group seems happy, and there's lots of casual hugging and touching going on. I don't recognize anyone on screen. Camera closes in and reveals some kissing and fondling amongst various couples.

Some heads turn, and I enter the picture, dressed in formal tuxedo, but no pants or underwear. My crotch is hairless. I'm carrying drinks on a tray like a butler. A woman holds her wine glass up, and taps it with a cocktail fork. I set down my tray, walk to the center of the room, and begin to turn myself round and round, like a top. I spin round and round, and my arm stretches straight out in front of me, pointing outwards.

It's like "Spin-The-James," I guess, because I stop suddenly, and the camera pans in the direction of my arm, to show a girl in a halter top, who's now laughing and clapping. She is helped to disrobe quickly by some other guests, who caress and tickle her flesh as it all appears. Her breasts are fondled and kissed by several others there.

Her companion says something to her, lowering his shorts, and she kneels in front of his chair, and proceeds to suck his cock. Her butt wriggles in the air as she slurps on his growing erection, and into this fascinating scene I appear, still tuxedoed, and I crawl up behind her, and bury my face right between her ass cheeks! As the picture fades, her backside bucks around wildly.

The tape ran out, but my thoughts ran on for quite a while before I turned into bed.

THE END