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SIGN OF THE ROSE (c) Copyright 2000 by Wiseguy
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Sign of the Rose
(c) Copyright 2000 by Wiseguy
Rebecca's eyes opened slowly, the lids feeling
incredibly heavy. It was hard to see; the light was
dim at best, and her eyes were so tired. From the
very edge of her awareness, a voice whispered
something
(Relax and let go.)
but she couldn't quite make it out. With eyes and
ears failing, Rebecca turned her attention to other
senses.
Smell. A faint odor of incense tickled her nose,
earthy and pungent. It reminded her of something.
Something she'd seen? Something she'd heard? Hard to
remember. Hard to do much of anything.
Touch. A firm mattress beneath her. Something
smooth, like silk, gently binding her wrists, holding
her arms back behind her head. Not too tight -- even
in her dimmed state, Rebecca thought she could wriggle
her hands free from the wraps, but her arms themselves
were so heavy they didn't want to move. They just
wanted to
(Relax and let go.)
lie there, quiescent, along with the rest of her body.
Nothing but gravity seemed to be holding her legs, but
that was enough; they were leaden, sinking a little
deeper into the mattress with each breath.
Slowly, the shadows swimming over Rebecca's eyes began
to coalesce into an image. A woman, arms stretched
over her head, legs straight, head still. Early
thirties, perhaps, with long brown hair flowing around
her head in a random tangle of curls. Dazed blue eyes
staring back at her. Lips parted, moving ever so
slightly, saying
(Relax and let go.)
something she couldn't read. Her own lips, Rebecca
realized. Her own reflection in a ceiling-mounted
mirror. But where was she? What was happening to
her? Rebecca strained to clear some of the fog from
her mind, trying to remember.
She had been in her office grading midterm exams for
her fifth-period Psychology class. The kids were
mostly juniors, a few seniors, all of them more
concerned with preparing for spring break than with
doing well on a high school elective. She remembered
shaking her head ruefully at some of the more
desperate guesses. She would have to
(Relax and let go.)
review some of this material a little more thoroughly
than she had planned.
Then her husband Frank had called. He was picking her
up for a birthday dinner and a surprise treat, no work
and no arguments. So she'd left her desk piled with
work, her car in the lot, and gone with Frank to
Bethesda. Where had they gone? Things got fuzzy
there.
Had they had dinner? Her stomach felt full, so they
must have. How long ago? And where was Frank? And
why, with all of these questions running through her
mind, couldn't she seem to do anything but
(Relax and let go.)
lie there, half asleep, waiting for ... what?
From beyond her field of view, a door creaked open and
another woman came into the room. She was young and
blonde and beautiful, her pale blue eyes sparkling
with a fierce power to match the confident smile on
her face. She wore a white silk robe tied loosely
about her trim waist.
"I see you're awake," she said softly. "Relatively
speaking, at least. That's very good, Rebecca. It
means you are ready for the next step."
The woman's voice had a strange ethereal quality to
it, seeming to reverberate inside of Rebecca's weary
head. Rebecca knew this voice somehow, had been
hearing it for some time now just beyond the edge of
awareness, telling her
(Relax and let go.)
things she couldn't quite understand. Even now, as
the woman spoke plainly to her, it seemed to Rebecca
as though another dialog was taking place just out of
earshot.
"Frank?" Rebecca was mildly surprised to hear her own
voice.
"He's in the next room," the woman explained. "We've
been having quite a revealing chat, Frank and I have.
He was so easy to entrance, thanks to you. He's told
me everything about you, Rebecca. How you met, how he
fell in love with you, and how you like to hypnotize
him when you're making love. He's such a sweet,
submissive soul, isn't he? He tells me you enjoy
dominating him, Rebecca, making him so hard, so
desperate for you that he'll do anything, say
anything, to earn his release. And the amazing thing
is, he wouldn't have it any other way because he loves
you."
Rebecca saw her reflection smile weakly as she thought
about Frank. Yes, he did so enjoy being in her power.
It had spooked her a little at first, but she
understood the need to
(Relax and let go.)
relax and let go. As a TV news producer, Frank had
the constant stress of looming deadlines to deal with
along with talent and logistics; she'd taught him
self-hypnosis as a means of handling that stress, but
some nights he still came home and practically begged
Rebecca to say those special words that would send him
deep into trance, lifting all the weight from his
shoulders for a little while and giving him a much-
needed break from being in control. She loved doing
that and then whispering more words into his ear,
words that would inflame his passions, leaving him
hard and so helpless in her arms, so willing to do
whatever she asked to bring them both into ecstasy.
Afterwards they would go to sleep in each other's
arms, reveling in the safety and comfort they could
provide for each other.
"Yes," the woman continued, "Frank loves to live his
favorite fantasy, submitting himself to you. But what
is your fantasy, Rebecca? What is it that you long to
do?"
(Relax and let go.)
Fuzzy images flashed through Rebecca's mind. Images
of herself kneeling before Frank, staring vacantly
ahead as he filled her mind with his own words, doing
for her what she had so often done for him. They had
tried reversing roles once, with her coaching Frank on
what to do, but he was nervous and unsure of himself.
She had achieved a light trance, which was quickly
dispelled when Frank touched her. She had played
along anyway, but nobody had been fooled and they had
never tried it again.
"Frank says you might like to be a submissive for a
while," the woman said. "Like him, you have days when
the burden of being in control is just too great.
Days when you'd like nothing better than to turn over
control to someone strong, someone who will direct you
and protect you. Someone who can make your submissive
fantasies come true."
The woman leaned down, her face now inches from
Rebecca's. The captive felt herself getting lost in
those pale glue eyes, growing distant and dazed again.
Seeing this, the blonde pressed her advantage. "I am
that someone," she declared, and kissed Rebecca softly
on the lips.
Rebecca felt the silky straps around her wrists
(Relax and let go.)
slip slowly aside, freeing her arms and hands. The
blonde rose up again, her eyes still holding Rebecca
in their penetrating gaze, and commanded, "Get up now,
Rebecca."
For the first time since awakening, Rebecca felt that
her arms and legs might move. In fact, even as she
was reaching this conclusion they began to move on
their own, shifting and pushing and lifting her out of
the bed. She found herself face to face with the
blonde woman, looking just slightly up, still
transfixed by the blonde's eyes.
"Now strip for me," the woman ordered. Rebecca felt
her arms rise and begin working at the buttons on her
blouse. This is wrong, she thought, I won't do this.
I'm in a trance of some sort, but that doesn't mean I
have to obey. I won't obey.
With an effort of will, Rebecca put her arms back down
to her sides and spoke a single word. "No." Just
saying the word made her feel stronger for a moment.
The woman smiled wickedly at Rebecca's show of
defiance. "Very good," she said in a soft mocking
tone. "No self-respecting domme, not even an amateur
like you, would submit so easily. Now let's see how
well you respond to a few hypnotic suggestions of your
own."
With a smooth movement, the blonde untied her belt and
slipped the robe off her shoulders. It fell easily to
the floor revealing a splendid body with broad
shoulders and full, ripe breasts. She had a slender,
well-defined waist and full hips, and a neatly cropped
blonde strip pointing the way to her secret places.
But what caught Rebecca's eye, as powerfully as a
magnet catches iron filings, was the small tattoo on
the woman's left shoulder just next to the collarbone.
It was
(See and obey.)
a single red rose. Its long stem curved delicately,
revealing leaves and thorns. Its petals were
partially open. Rebecca saw the rose and immediately
her vision narrowed until it was all that she could
see. She became dimly aware that the voice in the
background had changed slightly
(See and obey.)
but still couldn't make out the words. In that
moment, she didn't care; the rose captivated her,
mesmerized her, crowding all other thoughts out of her
mind. As she stared at the rose, watching it sway
ever so slightly with the woman's breathing, her arms
came up and silently unbuttoned her blouse. When they
reached the waist, they moved back and unzipped her
skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The blouse soon
followed. Hose, bra, panties and shoes joined the
pile even as Rebecca continued to
(See and obey.)
stare transfixed at the rose. A feeling of freedom,
of peace, flooded through Rebecca's distant mind as
she undressed. She felt calm and comfortable.
Relaxed. Obedient.
Aroused.
Yes, some dim corner of her mind realized, she was
becoming very aroused. Just looking at the rose, she
could feel the slickness forming in her slit and the
tightness in her nipples.
"See?" the blonde said, her voice steady and even.
"You respond well, Rebecca. You know that you must
obey me, the rose forces your mind to obey me. Your
body is mine, and will do my bidding. Already you
know that you have totally submitted to me, and that
knowledge excites you. Tell me that this excites you,
Rebecca."
Yes, Rebecca realized, she was aroused. Submissive.
Unable to resist. Unable to do anything but
(See and obey.)
stand there, naked, and follow instructions. "This
excites me," she said.
"Being submissive excites you," the blonde repeated.
"Say that."
"Being submissive excites me."
"You must do anything I command."
"I must do anything you command." There was no
dissent, no question, no thought but to obey.
"Play with yourself, Rebecca."
Without a moment's hesitation, Rebecca's right hand
found her slit and two fingers slipped easily inside.
The left hand found her left breast and caressed it,
squeezing and stroking and lightly pinching the
nipple. Rebecca became aware of another person
nearby, someone tall and broad, but was unable to tear
her eyes away from the rose tattoo. She stared and
groped herself, feeling the smoldering heat building
up within her center, knowing that she was close to
orgasm.
"Someone is watching you, Rebecca," the blonde voice
said tauntingly. "Someone you know. Someone you
would never allow to see you masturbate under normal
circumstances. But he's watching now, Rebecca, and he
is becoming very aroused by what he sees. Very
aroused."
Way back in the sedated portion of her mind, Rebecca
was mortified. She had never allowed anyone to see
her masturbating, not even Frank. That part of her,
however, was not in control. It was a slight shock
when she realized that she wasn't entirely horrified
by that thought; in fact, she found it exciting. Is
that why I can't seem to resist? she wondered.
Because on some level I want this?
(See and obey.)
The rose was moving. Rebecca followed it, turning her
body as the blonde sidestepped around her and eased
herself back onto the bed.
"You are ready to come now, aren't you, Rebecca?" the
blonde teased. "I can see that you are. But you may
not come yet, Rebecca. You are a submissive now, and
submissives do not come until their masters do. You
will not come, Rebecca, until I do. And I am not
nearly ready."
Unable to think clearly or stop what she was doing,
Rebecca simple waited for her mistress to continue.
"You will have to earn your orgasm," the blonde
continued. "Prove yourself worthy, my submissive pet,
by pleasing me instead of yourself. You may stop
masturbating and go down on me."
The small part of Rebecca's mind that could still
think was shocked at the suggestion. She had never
gone down on a woman, never even thought about it --
had she? But there was her body, dropping to its
knees and bending down, bringing her face right to the
blonde's musky center.
(See and obey.)
"It's very simple," the blonde instructed. "I'm just
like you, Rebecca. Just do for me what you like done
for you."
Rebecca set to work, following all of the tips that
she had given Frank on how to please her. She kissed
her way up the woman's thighs to her slit, teasing the
outer lips with her tongue while they swelled and
lubricated, then darting inside to find other, more
sensitive targets. She felt her mistress respond,
mutedly at first, then with increasing passion and
abandon. Rebecca was thoroughly wet at both ends soon
as the blonde writhed and moaned in appreciation. She
took great pride when her mistress came, squeezing
Rebecca's head between her thighs and lifting herself
off the bed with the intensity of the orgasm. Rebecca
couldn't stop, though; she continued to suck and lick
and tease even while her mistress heaved and twisted,
until finally the blonde pushed Rebecca's face away
and gasped, "Enough."
Looking very satisfied, the blonde rose up off the bed
and stood Rebecca straight next to it. "Not bad," she
remarked. She swiped her finger between Rebecca's
slick thighs, causing Rebecca to shudder as the finger
stroked across her nub. The blonde bought her wet
finger to Rebecca's lips, allowing the submissive to
taste her own juices. "I think you've earned a treat.
A special treat, for submissives only."
The blonde positioned Rebecca on her knees and bent
her over the bed, lying down next to her so that the
rose tattoo would remain in Rebecca's view. "You
don't know who that was watching us, but you're about
to become close to him in a very special way. You
are going to have your orgasm, Rebecca, but you'll do
it in the most submissive way you can imagine: with a
strange man's cock buried inside you from behind while
he holds you down by the hair. He will enter you and
it will feel like the largest cock you've ever seen or
heard about, Rebecca. You will love the feel of that
cock inside you, filling you up, and when he comes so
will you."
Rebecca's eyes opened wide as she felt a pair of
masculine hands parting her upper thighs. Then the
largest monster of a cock she'd ever imagined
penetrated her, pushing its way into her well-
lubricated canal and reaching all the way in to her
cervix. The sensations short-circuited her nervous
system, sending shudders all through her as the man's
mass pressed against all of the most sensitive spots
in her system. A hand seized her by the hair and
pressed her head into the bed, wiping the blonde's
juices from her face and replacing their taste with
that of cotton from the blanket. Rebecca squealed as
she felt the huge cock sliding in and out, teasing her
and stroking her, bringing her closer to the edge with
every partial movement. She'd never felt so totally
out of control before, so helpless, so dominated.
There was nothing for her to do but enjoy the ride,
and for the next several minutes she did exactly that.
Then, with a final lunge, she heard a deep groan and
felt him pumping inside her. The first spurt seemed
to go right through her, filling her up and triggering
her own deep, intense climax. Their bodies moved
together, locked in the most intimate of all dances,
until their collective energy was spent.
The blonde propped herself up on one elbow and eyed
her charges with a satisfied smile. "Very good,
Rebecca," she said. "Very good, Frank."
Frank? Rebecca's head started to rise, but then she
caught site of the rose tattoo and found herself
sinking again, falling back down as the world reduced
itself to a few square inches of flesh on the blonde's
shoulder.
"That's right, Rebecca," the voice said. "It was
Frank who watched you play with yourself, then watched
you pleasure me before taking you from behind. That
was Frank's cock that felt so good inside you from
such a submissive position, Frank's fist clenching
your hair like a cave man. You were his submissive as
well as mine. Your fantasy has been fulfilled."
My fantasy, Rebecca thought. That's right, this was
my fantasy.
"And now," the blonde continued, "it is time to wake
up. I'm going to count to three, Rebecca, and at the
count of three you will be completely awake and alert
and will remember everything you've been told to
remember. One, two, three."
Rebecca's eyes snapped open. She blinked a few times,
adjusting slowly to the bright lights in the ceiling
above her. She felt leather underneath her body, soft
and supple but firm.
Her eyes wandered over the office. The walls were
paneled in oak, which matched the bookcase and the
large desk that was off to the side. Her eyes
continued to sweep the room until they met up with the
familiar pale blue of the blonde's eyes watching her.
Rebecca's body jumped slightly at the sight, then she
relaxed and remembered.
"Kym!" she said. "Am I ... awake now?"
The blonde nodded and smiled reassuringly. "Yes,
Rebecca, you are wide awake and fully aware. You can
sit up if you want to."
Rebecca rose slowly, swinging her legs gently out over
the edge of the leather sofa and climbing over to one
side. She spotted Frank watching her from a Morris
chair to her right and blushed a bright beet red.
"Happy birthday, honey," he said gently. "How was
your fantasy?"
Memories came flooding back into Rebecca's brain. The
dinner at the Italian restaurant, where Frank had told
her about a friend and his wife who had raved about
the service of a company called Intimate Adventures.
Frank telling Rebecca that he'd arranged a surprise
birthday present for her with the same firm, and
asking her to trust him and just go along. The short
walk to the Wisconsin Avenue office building, where
they'd filled out forms and met Kym, the blonde
facilitator. Kym explaining how Intimate Adventures
uses hypnosis to help people live out their sexual
fantasies in a safe, comfortable environment. Lying
back on this very sofa and watching a light pattern
dancing on the ceiling, with Kym's voice softly
telling her to relax and let go.
"It was ... intense," she said, remembering the
sensations and marveling at the realism of her
response. "I must have been very deep, because it
felt absolutely real." Too real, she added mentally
as she moved her legs and felt the huge, slick patch
all over her thighs.
Kym pointed to a small door at the near end of the
office. "There's a powder room in there, if you'd
like to freshen up," she suggested discreetly.
Rebecca closed the bathroom door behind her and leaned
up against it with a heavy sigh of disbelief. Her
reflection sighed with her, eyes still a little wider
than usual. Her face was clean and dry but she
splashed some cold water on it anyway to make sure she
was really awake. A small plastic bag on the sink
held something familiar -- a clean, dry pair of her own
panties. Frank must have brought them from home, she
concluded, and was more than a little grateful.
She took her time getting washed up, putting the
soaked underwear back in the plastic bag and secreting
it in her purse. She touched up her makeup where it
had smeared from the water splash, brushed her hair
back into place, and decided she looked none the worse
for wear. In fact, she discovered that she felt
pretty good after her brief vacation from reality now
that she'd had a chance to wake up all the way. There
was an extra spring in her step as she rejoined Kym
and Frank in the office.
"You look refreshed," the facilitator remarked.
"Thank you," Rebecca replied with a bright smile.
"There's something cathartic about letting go so
completely. I feel marvelous." And so will you,
later, she thought silently as she shot Frank a
lustful look.
They exchanged a few more pleasantries, then Kym led
them out of the office and wished them good day. Rush
hour was just getting started as they reclaimed their
car and joined the masses en route to their Aspen Hill
home.
"So how was it?" Frank asked, shifting behind the
wheel to make room for the erection that kept coming
up as he remembered the sight of his wife in the
throes of her fantasy.
"It was amazing," she said. "The whole time it was
happening, I had no idea it was all a hypnotic
illusion. Somewhere in the back of my head I sensed
voices, but I had no idea what they were. I'm
guessing now that they were Kym asking me what I was
seeing and giving me suggestions to move the action
forward."
"That's right," he confirmed. "There were a lot of
points where she asked you how you wanted the story to
continue; you told her and she fed it back to you in
more detail. And you responded physically to a lot of
it. I mean, you were mostly just lying there but I
could see your body reacting to things, touching
yourself, getting hot and bothered." Frank shook his
head vigorously and resettled himself again. "I'm
going to be having wet dreams about it for weeks."
"We'll just have to help you work out that pent-up
desire," Rebecca said playfully.
Frank seemed relieved. "I'm glad you're not weirded
out by all that," he said gratefully. "I mean, having
me there watching while you go through such a private
fantasy, seeing you play with yourself, even though
it was just through clothes."
Rebecca giggled. "Come on, Frank, we've done some
pretty kinky things together in the bedroom," she
chided him. "Most of the time it's been with me in
charge and you in a trance. I don't mind an
occasional role reversal, honey. In fact, any time
you want to try and hypnotize me again I'm up for it."
She reached over and patted the bulge in his crotch to
underline her point.
They held hands the rest of the way home. It would be
dinnertime when they arrived, but neither was thinking
about food. Instead, they pulled into the garage at
their home and went straight up the stairs to their
bedroom. Rebecca started things by taking Frank into
her arms and meeting him with a warm, yielding kiss.
Tongues danced between their open lips as Rebecca's
hands started working at the muscles in Frank's back,
getting him to relax.
Frank pulled away. "Hold that thought," he said and
scurried to the bathroom.
While she waited, Rebecca removed her blouse, skirt,
hose and shoes. She watched herself in the mirror as
she peeled off her bra and panties as well, then sat
on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom door. She
leaned back, propping herself up with her arms and
arching her back enough to really make her breasts
stand out, a pose in which Frank always loved to see
her. She practiced 'come hither' looks in the mirror
for amusement while the sounds of running water, then
a toilet flush, came from the bathroom.
Soon Frank came out. He was naked except for a towel
hanging from his neck, and he was already hard.
Rebecca watched his erect penis sway back and forth as
Frank approached her. He was going to be so helpless
in her arms.
"Rebecca, honey?" Frank said tentatively.
She flashed him her lustiest smile. "Yes?"
"What you said in the car, about being willing to let
me hypnotize you any time I wanted to try -- did you
mean that?"
Rebecca was slightly surprised. "Absolutely. Did you
want to try it now?"
"Actually," he confessed, "I don't need to." Slowly,
deliberately, he pulled the towel off to reveal
something new on his left shoulder: a small tattoo of
a single red rose, its long curving stem complete with
leaves and thorns, petals slightly open.
Rebecca's eyes were drawn irresistibly to the tattoo.
All over her body she felt a charge of sexual energy,
of arousal, as if a hundred caring fingers were
caressing her erogenous zones. Her slit became moist
and her nipples tight, and somewhere in the back of
her mind she heard Kym's deep, powerful voice again.
(Relax and let go. See and obey.)
"Rebecca, I want you to suck on my cock. Do your
best, but don't make me come until I tell you to."
Rebecca's world had narrowed to the few square inches
of her husband's shoulder; in that moment she felt an
overwhelming desire to please him in any way she
could. She dropped to her knees and took his ramrod
into her mouth as far as she could, until she felt the
head tickling the back of her throat. Frank moaned
appreciatively and Rebecca responded by sucking hard,
alternative running her tongue all along the fuselage
to tease the sensitive nerve endings in the hood. She
felt strong fingers running through her hair,
encouraging, stroking as if she were a favorite pet.
Frank's toes began to curl almost right away, a signal
that he was nearing the point of no return. Fellatio
was a rare treat for him, usually reserved for very
special occasions, and he was enjoying this to the
hilt. Rebecca worked him with skill, her knowledge of
his body enabling her to bring him to the edge quickly
and keep him there, on the brink of orgasm but not
quite over it. Soon his knees became weak and his
body began to demand its release. "Stop now,
Rebecca," he commanded. "Lie down on the bed, face
up."
Rebecca obeyed, the knowledge of the tattoo and its
power over her still in the front of her mind. Frank
knelt down between her legs and returned the favor,
going down on her with the same skill and passion that
she had brought to bear on him. His hands stroked her
thighs and squeezed her butt, lifting her up to him as
she began to writhe in bliss from his attentions.
When she was ready, and when Frank couldn't stand to
wait any longer, he climbed on top and slid himself
into her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his
butt, pulling him in closer even as her arms clutched
at his back. In a moment Rebecca found her eyes
locked once again on the rose tattoo and once again
she felt a rush of sexual stimulation in every spot on
her body.
"I'm going to count to five, Rebecca," Frank said
softly as he stroked cleanly in and out. "Your
arousal will double with each number, and when I reach
five you will have the strongest orgasm of your life.
Do you understand?"
Rebecca nodded, her mind held by the tattoo.
"I love you, Rebecca. One."
Rebecca jumped as her body reacted to Frank's
suggestion. His cock continued to work smoothly in
and out of her canal, only the sensations doubled for
her.
"Two."
Her mouth fell open, each breath becoming a loud,
impassioned moan.
"Three."
"Four."
Rebecca held on for dear life, as Frank's penis seemed
to completely fill her body. Every square inch of
skin tingled; every muscle was tensed and quivering,
knowing that sweet release was almost at hand. Then
she felt it -- Frank's cock clenched and jets of hot
semen spurted from its tip.
"Five!"
The orgasm lifted Rebecca up and sent her flying,
spinning out of control like a kite in a gale. Her
eyes closed and her body shook as every nerve ending
seemed to fire at once. She was giddy and elated,
riding the rush without caring how far it took her.
Then, as her body relaxed and the world settled down
around her, Rebecca took a deep breath and passed into
deep, contented sleep.
The next day saw Rebecca in unusually high spirits.
Even the spring-induced restlessness of her first-
period Intro to Psych students couldn't put a dent in
her mood. Mixed in with the general din at the end of
class as the students gathered their gear, Rebecca
distinctly heard one of the students mutter to his
friend, "Man, she musta got laid last night or
something!" If only you knew, she replied silently.
Then a thought struck her. It was a little after
9:00am and she had about eight minutes before the next
bell. She slipped next door to her office, pulled a
small folding business card from her wallet and dialed
a Bethesda phone number.
"Intimate Adventures? This is Rebecca Larsen. I'd
like to make an appointment for my husband Frank. ...
September 19th ... Yes, with Kym please. ... It's his
birthday, and I'd like to surprise him. ..."
-wg
5/17/00
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Wiseguy/www
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