ZARAH

Bill and Teresa

Next afternoon, Zarah and I walked up the sidewalk of a duplex on the north side of town. She confessed to being awfully turned on by her bout with Bill the day before.

"James, I'm randy as can be!" she giggled, again using a slightly antiquated speech that made me think that English was not her primary language. "I just want to indulge myself with that hunk this afternoon... I'm sure you and Teresa can find things to do, mm?" She grabbed my hand, and rested it right on her ass as she glided up the walk to the small row house ahead.

"I'm sure she'll find you attractive... especially since you don't smell as bad today!" Another giggle, and I blushed (and seethed a little inwardly).

After our "guest" Bill had left us, I had fucked myself quickly into a stupor between Zarah's thin but strong thighs. On recovering, I had been headed for my bathroom, when she had innocently asked my purpose.

"Gotta take a dump, Babe!" I said, nonchalantly, and stupidly! First, she hates cavalier macho terms like "babe!" Second, she remembered that I had teased her with Bill earlier that day, and now was an opportunity for instant revenge!

"Did you say 'dump,' my dear?" she asked innocently. I was turning to make another wise crack, when I felt her approach me. Her finger reached around to tap my forehead, and my legs stopped moving, as if a power switch had been cut.

"What are you doing, Zarah?" I complained (still in Stupid Mode). I was awake, but rooted to the floor! I realized then that I had been implanted with more than one unbreakable suggestion, just as I had done to Bill a few minutes before. THEN I remembered the video I had seen of myself "chained" invisibly in my bathtub.

The pressure in my bowels had perversely built up to a sharp pang all of a sudden, and I had to go! But Zarah was walking around behind me (I had reached the kitchen before being zapped) and patting my bare ass fondly. I groaned as she rubbed my groin, pressing it and making the urgency grow unbearable.

"Ooopsy-doopsie, here comes your poopsie!" she chanted, and like an overstrained spring, I felt my anal sphincter begin to give way. She pressed me again, HARD, and... you guessed it... I was emptying my bowels onto my linoleum. I grunted like a pig as the relief swept over me.

I confess now that I wasn't too embarrassed. I must have been "persuaded" on other unremembered occasions as a part of Zarah's reinforcement, and indeed, she stated as much to me, as I mopped and scrubbed the mess away.

"Do let's remember the natural pecking order here, lover!" was her comment, "and be glad I don't have you rinse off your nice clean floor with a deposit from the National Bladder Reserve!" She chuckled again as I hurried away to piss (and to clean my lower half up) before she changed her mind.

My success with Bill lingered in my ego, even after that small humiliation, and carried me through my entrance into Bill's house next day. He and his wife were both there. Zarah had told me that she had been "helping" Teresa deal with a feeling that her breasts were too small. I remembered Bill's fondness for big floppy ones, confessed to me the day before.

"We work with mental images, of course," Zarah confided. "You'll see, and I know you'll join right in with the spirit of the thing, won't you James?"

I assented (I was going to say no, right?), and just before the door opened, Zarah gave my cojones a gentle shake of encouragement.

Teresa was a fairly skinny brunette, possessing an ordinary figure with wide, bony hips. Her skin was a gorgeous smooth pale cream tone, unblemished except for several freckles on her cheeks and forehead. I judged her unexciting, probably because (horror of horrors!) she was obviously uninterested in me! She seemed quite stand-offish.

Their living room was low-budget conventional, even sporting an old "Lava-Lite" over on an end-table! A small sofa and recliner, plus a couple of chairs and the usual "entertainment module" made up the balance of the decor. No books, no magazines save a Newsweek and a TV Guide.

After greeting us, Bill fetched beverages and Teresa plunked herself down on the sofa. She chatted exclusively to Zarah, while Bill rather apologetically did the male-bonding bit with me about ball scores and the like. He seemed completely unaware of his activities on the day before, and treated me as a stranger that Zarah had dragged along. We were listening to Zarah give some rather bland statistics about her "counselling work," when she shot me a sideways glance, and stood up.

"Bill and Teresa have been very helpful to me in my research, James," Zarah remarked. She leaned over to the Lava-Lite and switched it on. It glowed and started doing it's thing. Big deal...

Except it was a big deal to the young couple, whose chatter had stopped, and who watched the lamp VERY intently.

"I use different reinforcement as is suitable and fun," Zarah said to me, now ignoring Bill and Teresa, who had sat back into their cushions, staring blankly at their lamp! "Of course, I've already done a few sessions with them both."

Turning back to the pair, Zarah now commenced her verbal induction.

"What's happening to you, Bill?" she demanded softly, and Bill seemed to try for a minute to turn towards her. His eyes were already blinking slowly.

"I am...watching the light...watching the light..." he intoned, as if he were chanting. "I can't look away...I must watch it...closely..."

"Watch it, Bill...right into it...and Teresa, tell me how you feel, dear."

"I can't move...my body is still...I am feeling so very...very..." she trailed off, and I saw her right arm jerk a little on her lap. Zarah told her to continue, and she did so, reciting her rote lessons obediently. I moved right up next to her so I could watch her face and body closely.

"I see nothing but our light," she breathed. I saw her facial muscles loosen, and her features become smooth as she went on. "Nothing exists except for the light...the wonderful light...I must watch and listen carefully...listen..."

"What will you listen for, Bill? And you may close your eyes now."

"I will hear your voice, and obey your commands," Bill replied now, in a deep monotone.

His wife's arm jerked again, and commenced to rise off her lap, followed by the other. The hands lifted up towards her face, and her fingertips began to circle and stroke herself round her temples.

"What do you feel, Tessie?" The answer was instant.

"I feel my Mistress stroking me, making me go deeper and deeper."

"Yes, of course you are. Now as you drift away, you will find you may speak honestly and frankly without any shame before I make you go deeper. Tell us about your negative image of yourself."

"I've been embarrassed about my figure," began the girl. "I wore padded bras, but... but why should I have to, anyway?" she pleaded. Her face transparently showed frustration, and a tear lurked in the corner of one eye, even as she continued her self-massage.

"All right, Tessie very good. I will now allow you to slow-w-wly spin right into your light... and deepen now," droned Zarah, and Teresa's face quickly cleared and her eyes shut. Zarah lowered the girl's hands to the couch.

"I shall now open your blouse, my dear Tessie, feel its silky smo-o-o- othness slip and slide off the lovely sleek muscles of your elegant long neck, over the shoulders, over the shoulders and down the arms... smooth, smooth silk on your lovely bare, warm skin... those soft, strong shoulders and arms..."

Teresa allowed the removal of her clothing with a faint smile, and sat up a little straighter with pride at her mistress' praise. Her bra was quickly unsnapped and discarded, and I saw that Teresa's breasts were indeed narrow and elongated, with a tendency to be a little floppy. Their pale skin tone set off a lovely pair of pale pink tips. They rose and fell in deep untroubled breaths.

Lordy, I was hard! I wanted to lick her parted lips, and stroke that unresisting flesh...I wanted to command her, as Zarah did so very effortlessly.

"Tessie, we know that beauty starts with fitness and pride, and self- love. You have been working hard on your pectoral muscles over the last three weeks, doing your exercises happily... show us how you work."

Teresa began a typical isometric routine of pressing and pulling hand and arm movements. Indeed, the soft mounds lifted and fell, lifted and fell, bouncing with smooth elasticity as Teresa exercised. Zarah and I watched her silently for a while, and when she spoke again, her voice had grown huskier.

"That's wonderful, you can be very proud, girl... you may feel proud of your development... now that pride," she went on, seeing the woman smile happily, "that is good for your mind and body. Now in a moment, I will turn you over to James. You will allow him to guide you for a while, obey him instantly just as you do me, yes?" The girl nodded.

"Oh, Williammm..."

"Yes..."

"Are you deep for me, dear?"

"I am very deep now..."

"Open your zipper."

His fingers fumbled at his trousers, like mine must have on that first night, like mine were now! Zarah brought two low stools closer, and lifted his feet up to rest on them. She moved the stools about three feet apart, opening his legs. She then touched the subject's forehead, and said, more commandingly, "James, pull off his pants and his underwear. That's fine, toss them over there, yes. Now Billy..." she crooned.

"Yes, Mistress."

"We can look at you, we're watching you respond to my commands... you're so lovely, my darling... we can see everything... we can see that lovely package hanging so sweetly down between your thighs... hanging and dangling down, dangling so-o-o heavily and thickly... it's tingly, now, with a tingly, prickly heat, it tickles your knees, your thick muscles on your legs, it tingles so-o-o pleasurably, doesn't it dear?"

As I watched, each slow regular beat of Bill's pulse seemed to surge right up into his cock, and it stirred along his muscular thigh, stirred, and lifted rhythmically, pulsingly, more and more upright.

"Surging up into the air now, straight up...Billy, your penis will now become fully erect for all of us to see. Erect now!"

The cock straightened out. It gave a jerk, frozen stiffly for an instant, and I saw its knob swell as the man gave a little gasp. I really had an impulse to touch its hardening length... but my hands were already occupied.

Teresa had continued her self-deepening, apparently oblivious to her husband's condition, and I reached out to her. I touched her circling fingers, and they stopped. I pulled her arms out in front of her, and they remained stuck in mid-air, wherever I placed them. I lifted her arms above her head, and looked to Zarah.

Zarah had reached under Bill's shirt and was caressing his chest. She nodded at me.

"Yes, Tessie's in a somnambulistic state... just like you're sleepwalking, aren't you, Teresa?"

Almost inaudibly came a low groan from the woman. I immediately began caressing her face and neck, as if she were a living, breathing mannequin. When I pulled on her hands, after a moment she rose unsteadily from her couch and stood before me. In the background of my attention was Zarah's voice, as she took her pleasure with Bill.

"I just love to watch your erection, Billy... I'm so-o-o attracted to the sight of your pulsing, twitching cock... your long root growing and swelling... you're getting stiffer and stiffer, Billy, stiffer and stiffer... remember, dear, you may not come yet, just tingle a while why I watch you."

I saw his root sway and twitch, stiffen and loosen. So did Zarah, who was now undressing herself hastily.

I was standing before Teresa, my own member throbbing madly. My fingers were fumbling at her skirt, pulling it down and off, and then her pantyhose. Her shoes were still on. I pulled everything down to the floor, and lifted one foot at a time out of the little heap. I could smell her pungent sweat. As I led her into the bedroom, I looked back.

Bill now sported a flaming red condom on his thick six or seven inches. He was sitting upright, with Zarah in his lap. His head still lay back along the couch, but his hands were under her ass, and his bulging arms moved her body effortlessly, up and down, impaling her slowly and relentlessly like a weightlifter doing arm curls. Zarah called out in rather a breathless voice:

"Tessie! Do what James tells you now! You are sleepwalking, but responsive! --Ohh, that feels good and hard -- James, bring her back soon for -- ooooh! --- for her lesson!"

I looked again at MY subject (courtesy of the REAL mistress, of course!) and almost creamed myself right then and there! Stark naked, soft, relaxed, ready to obey ME! What to do? What to try?

I tested her. "Teresa...can you hear me?"

"...Yes..."

"Teresa... I want your lovely eyes open for a moment." They opened, and she looked straight ahead.

"Wonderful. You are my subject, and I will now begin to control you. I will soon turn a very powerful magnetism on you. It will be irresistible... my voice, my hands, my burning stare... You will love the feelings inside you as my power washes over you, Teresa. Prepare to respond to my power."

I made a theatrical beckoning gesture, and she turned towards me. I motioned towards her hands, and they floated up in front of her. Silently, I continued gesturing, and soon her arms hung above her head, showing occasional tremors. Her gaze was riveted on me, and she was breathing hard.

I swayed from side to side, and she echoed the movement. I closed the gap between us, and very slowly widened my eyelids. Again she copied the gesture.

I now reached out and grasped her firmly by the waist. I made her continue her swaying movements, and circled around behind her. My hands stroked up her side, through her tufts of underarm fuzz, up to her quivering fingertips, and back down. My burning dick brushed across her spine, and I jerked it against her body.

I left her standing there, and returned to watch her. I pointed down at my cock, and her eyes stared down at it. I held it, and circled it around, she watching like her life depended on it. This was all too much for me. I lay back on her bed, and masturbated. It took only a few strokes until the juice boiled out and over my hand.

I stood up after I had calmed down. I held my slimy fingers in front of her mouth, and brushed her lips.

"Sweet, very sweet," I said, and her tongue emerged to taste. She licked my hand clean.

I lowered her arms to her sides, and she sighed.

"Walk to your bathroom."

"Yes, James," she said, and she went in.

"Sit down. Good. You will wash every inch of your body now, til it's squeaky clean. Dry yourself well, then return to your living room. Quickly now!"

I returned to see Zarah by the little stereo set in the living room. Bill sat upright on the sofa, eyes open and looking at us, nude, hands placed flat on his thick thighs. There was no condom to be seen. Zarah smiled languidly at me.

"You masturbated, didn't you?" I nodded. "Well, so did I, with some help. Well, good, the rest of the day is for our clients... and here comes our lovely starlet... Teresa, can you hear me?"

The girl ignored her, merely walked over to me and waited.

"Oh-h-h-h, you really made an impression, James! Give her back now!" I gave the instructions, and Zarah roused her to a semblance of wakefulness also. Neither could have been truly up, because there was no reaction to our nakedness!

"Now dears, I will play your special secret tape for you, just like you may do when you feel like it. Listen closely as I've taught you!" She flipped the switch, and the audio began with her own voice.

HELLO, MY DEARS. I'M SURE YOU ARE ALONE, AND HAVE ABOUT A HALF HOUR FREE FOR YOUR EXERCISE. YOU WILL BOTH BE VERY STIMULATED, SO BE SURE YOU ARE ALONE AND HAVE THE TIME TO PLAY THE ENTIRE TAPE.

TURN ON YOUR MAGIC LAMP NOW, AND WATCH IT CLOSELY FOR A MINUTE OR SO. YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO THEN.

Bill reached over, and in the silence they watched their Lava-Lite, slumping back in their seats quickly. The silence stretched out, and then a soft chime note faded into hearing.

WONDERFUL, YOU'RE BOTH PREPARED AND YOU MAY REMOVE YOUR LIGHT. TERESA IS SITTING ON HER CHAIR, AND BILL IS ON THE SOFA. YOU ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER NOW. IF YOU HAVE ANY CLOTHES ON, REMOVE THEM. ENJOY THE SIGHT OF YOUR BODIES.

More silence, then another chime.

HEAR YOUR VOICES AS YOU PREPARE FOR YOUR EXERCISE.

Then came recorded voices of our two subjects, spliced into each other, with lots of echo, like in a dream.

BILL: YOUR SKIN IS VERY SMOOTH AND CREAMY. I LIKE TO SEE YOUR BODY. I LOVE TO SEE YOUR BREASTS.

TERESA: YOU ARE SO STRONG, AND I LIKE TO SEE YOUR BULGING MUSCLES FLEX. YOUR LEGS ARE SO STRONG, AND YOUR ARMS CAN BE SO STRONG, BUT THEY TOUCH ME SO SOFTLY AND TENDERLY TOO.

BILL: I WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR BREASTS IN THAT SPECIAL WAY. I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME EVERYTHING, AND TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING.

TERESA: I LIKE TO DO WHAT YOU SAY. I HAVE SPECIAL THINGS TO SAY ABOUT MY BREASTS, AND THEY MAKE ME FEEL GOOD. IT'S GOOD THAT YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT ME AND TOUCH ME.

BILL: WHEN YOU ARE PROUD AND STRONG I GET VERY VERY EXCITED. I FEEL EXCITED NOW.

TERESA: I AM VERY PROUD AND STRONG. I WANT TO SAY MY SPECIAL THINGS NOW.

BILL: SAY YOUR SPECIAL THINGS NOW WHILE I WATCH YOU.

The chime interjected again, as the voices faded. The two pairs of eyes were locked together. A soft gentle music started up in the background, and Zarah was heard again.

YOU HAVE ALL YOUR CUES NOW, AND YOU'RE BEGINNING TO FEEL VERY SPECIALLY TINGLY FEELINGS. KEEP THIS TAPE SAFE AS I TAUGHT YOU, UNTIL YOU DON'T NEED IT ANY MORE. ENJOY YOUR WONDERFUL BODIES NOW, DEARS. YOU MAY BEGIN, TESSIE.

"Yes, Mistress," answered Tessie, "The edge of a spiral, the edge of a circle, the edge of a cone, a soft cone... around the edge and inwards to the tip, the point of the cone, the mound, the breast. Feel my attention spiralling slowly, slo-o-owly around the very outside edge of my bosoms, my eyelids can close now, as you watch me... watch and feel that focus circling, circling, circling... circling... "

Her shoulders had ceased to slump, and were pulling backwards.

''I can feel my breasts. They feel... larger... more important... they are sticking out from my chest... When I open my eyes, I will see you watching them."

"I AM looking at them," answered her husband, "they're so soft and lovely, I can't look away... talk some more, honey, I'm getting hot watching them stick out at me!"

"You like titties, Bill... titties... My nice, nice tits, my titty- titty-titties... they're so-o-o nice... look hard, hard, hard at them..." and her hands held them up towards her husband. "What will I see when my eyes open up?"

"Baby, you'll see me on fire! Hold them up higher. Open your eyes now, please! I want you to see how hot you're making me with your big soft tits!"

Tessie's shoulders were back, and her hands fondled and stroked at herself as she looked across at the couch. Her husband was leaning way forward, and he actually licked his lips as he stared at her offerings.

"Oooh sweetie," she crooned, "I love to see your eyes when they burn like that. Do our special booby game now, I want to hear you talk, and I'll do whatever you say."

"God, Tessie," he babbled on, "the skin on your tits is real smooth, smooth and white, and they move so nicely when you breathe in... I love to look at them! You're holding and rubbing them, and you're getting excited, I can see! Your tips are all pointy and hard!"

"Mmmm... make me do the booby game, the booby game!"

"O.K., here we go, baby, ready? Concentrate, concentrate and I'll make you feel sooooo special. Jesus, I'm really hot now. O.K. I'm watching your beautiful boobies! They are looking so heavy and full of your sweet hot blood pumping, honey," chanted Bill, "they're feeling strong, and heavy and big, like big, glorious melons... like wonderful, tingly melons... they feel like big udders, baby... like big, plump tight balloons... bigger and tighter... don't you feel them pulling you downwards, down to hands and knees, where they can hang heavily and softly down... their weight is pulling you forward and down... forward and down... down on all fours now!"

Teresa toppled over forward off her chair, panting, onto hands and knees. Her head hung loosely down, and swayed back and forth as she still gazed under herself at her long swinging tits, and their hardened nipples. She crawled towards her husband.

"I'll lie on my back now," said Bill, stretching out on the rug, dick standing up like a flagpole. "Come to me, baby. I want to look right up at those big, sensitive boobies. So-o-o sexy you feel, you feel just like a big soft... beautiful... animal, you're really big now, baby."

I lay flat on my back, and soon saw her damp black hair brush his chest, saw her eyes, the heavily-breathing mouth and taut neck move, until her engorged nipples dangled down just above his navel. They swung back and forth, sometimes achieving a circular motion as her torso wriggled. I was hard again, my schlong poked up from my belly, and I let it out into the light. Zarah held it lightly, squeezing now and then.

"Caress me now, James... very very gently, because I'm so-o-o silky- sensitive, you can begin a very slow caress... "

Tessie's nipples were like hard pink buttons, as he finally reached them with circling fingertips.

The swaying torso quivered, and I saw a hot droplet strike Bill's neck... Tessie's cunt was dripping! Another drop, and that odor wafted up to my nostrils. His thigh muscles bunched up and relaxed as he drew fingertips delicately down her mammaries.

"Tessie, you're my beautiful animal." demanded Bill. "Tell me about your bursting milk glands... your milk tubes are really burning hot.''

"Billy... I want to... I want to be... milked... oooh, milk my silky- smoooth tits, Billy... I want milking so bad... so bad!" Another splash from her cunny.

Bill began a loose, soft pulling sliding motion along their length... sliding down towards the tips, and grasping more firmly as they reached Teresa's nipples. Tessie, eyes closed now, circled her torso around sensuously, deep into her fantasy.

"A-a-a-h-h... your touch is so strong, I want to give up al-l-l my hot milk... my hot breast milk... milk me now... mil-l-l-lk and stroke... mil-l- l-lk and stroke me... God, I feel white hot while you mil-l-l-lk me..I'm so- o-o hot all over!"

Bill pulled and pulled. I saw the early droplets of liquid seeping making the tip of his cock shiny. He maneuvered her backwards so her drooping head could reach him.

"Look, honey, I'm ready to burst... I feel really long and thick tonight! Kiss me and finish your story now, I'm getting ready to pop!" Her lips murmured over his prick, then he began pinching her nipples quite hard, and this set her off.

"Ah-h-h... you're sucking and mil-l-lking... suck... ing... mil-l- lk..mil-l-l-lk... mil-l-l-lk... " she babbled. "I feel the milk pouring out of me... the thick sweet milk pouring and flowing... flo-o-ow-w-wing... God, I can't stop the flowing... don't stop... I'm wide open... I'm horny... I'm really horny... I'm thick, I'm gushing, my bags are hhu-u-uge and bursting with thick sweet cre-e-e-eam... creeeeeam... " Drop after scalding drop from her cunt landed on his face and without even touching my own dick, I sensed my long-delayed climax nearing - as did Zarah. She stroked herself and me simultaneously, with a more urgent rhythm now. Her practiced hand brought me to fullest extension as I braced myself and leaned back on my elbows.

"I can't wait, Billy, get up Billleeee," coaxed the girl. Come and smelllll meeeee, taste meeeee..." and she knelt forward as Bill surged to his knees and approached her cunt. His dick looked close up like a child's baseball bat. He snuffled and licked Tessie's cunt, and she squealed with desire. His strong voice rang out hoarsely.

"You're all the way ready, cow... I'm your sweet long bull and I'm... going... to... mount... you... and... slide... way... unnngh... up... mmm... into YOUR CUNNNNT!"

The penis, in one smooth powerful motion, thrust into Tessie. She actually made low mooing sounds as her husband grunted and snorted as he plunged rapidly in and out. Her labia clove wide apart to make way for his great thickness. His powerful hands grasped her hipbones and wiggled them around, lifting her knees off the floor with his strength.

Tessie's juices oozed out from time to time, and I saw her scrape her breasts over the carpet to stimulate them even more.

Zarah's hand automatically quickened on herself as she watched Bills plunging buttocks squeeze tightly together, then spread wide as he reared back.

I spurted my emission onto her other hand suddenly.

Bill held Teresa's butt up in the air, as her legs waggled and white jism oozed out from her cunt around Bill's pumping shaft.

Finally they were still, then she was lifted up and carried off to bed, as Zarah's "motivational tape" continued its soft program.

I left for home alone. Zarah insisted on staying there for a bit. I didn't see her for several days, and I was jealous, thinking of her enjoying Bill's attentions, and wishing to practice on someone.

THE END