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   The Web of Sin By: VENUS_Owned@hotmail.com (VENUS_Owned) (MC, Femdom,
hypnosis, feminization, seduction, TG) Chapters 1 - 7
   This story is intended for mature adults over the age of 18.  If you do
not meet these criteria, then go elsewhere.  This story deals with adult
subject matter.  If you are offended by such then you should stop here.  If
you begin to read and start to feel offended then stop reading at that
point.
   I have been enslaved by The Goddess Venus of Club Venus.  She has
ensnared me in Her Feminine Web and taken possession of me.  (The new
screen id She has bestowed upon me is a reflection of my new status in
life.) This chapter of 'The Web of Sin' (which Michelle has graciously
allowed me to write) is dedicated to my Mistress as well as Her Sister
Seductresses and FemDoms at Club Venus - Mistress Jewels, Mistress Nicolle,
and Mistress Victoria.  If you desire to submit to THE FemDoms of Club
Venus, you may contact Them at (773)-338-1707.  If this story entices you
to do so, please inform The Mistresses, as response will dictate whether I
will be permitted (by Goddess Venus and Michelle - as this is his/hers
story) to write another chapter of this story.
   Any comments or suggestions you may wish to address to me may be sent to
VENUS_Owned@hotmail.com (there is an underscore between VENUS and Owned)
and/or feminize_me@hotmail.com (I think Michelle and I would prefer if you
sent responses to us both)
   The Web of Sin - Chapters 1 - 3 by Michelle (feminize_me@hotmail.com)
   Chapters 4 - 7 by gina (Venus_Owned@hotmail.com)
   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   Chapter 1 "Come closer," whispered Elvyra - "that's right!  Let your
eyes roam like the naughty little boy you want to be ...  let them roam,
Marki - wet your lips and let all those wicked thoughts cum out ...  you
want them to ...  you need them to cum out ...  that's why you came to me,
wasn't it, Marki?  That's a good boy ...  let your eyes touch my silky legs
-- so long ...  so lovely ..  so smooth and girlish ...  smooth, girlish
legs ...  such naughty thoughts, Marki...."
   The Rev.  Mark Lewis didn't know it, but he was under the hypnotic
influence of a most powerful Domme.  He had accidentally come across her
web site while surfing for material for his next sermon and the site caught
his attention.  "Experience sexual freedom for the first time in your
life," it said.  "Let yourself be trapped in the silken beauty of Elvyra's
Web ...  Erotic Hypnosis and Life-Style Thrills." Mark wasn't looking a
sexual experience, but at 45 and married for 22 years to the same woman, he
was bored.  He had counseled what seemed like hundreds of couples who had
experienced all sorts of sexual mischief - but he had never walked on the
wild side.  "Just once, I'd like to experience a sexual thrill", he
convinced himself.  Not adultery - he'd never go that far.  But, perhaps
hypnosis would allow him to experience a sexual thrill without having to be
unfaithful to Sandy, his wife.  So, in a moment of wild abandon, Mark sent
a fateful email to Mistress Elvyra.
   "I am interested in your advertisement about Erotic Hypnosis.  I am a
respected clergyman, but even so I have some fantasies I've never had the
courage to experience first hand.  I have to be careful because I have a
wife and kids and, of course, I can't have my congregation finding out
about this, BUT I would be interested in learning a little more about
Elvyra's Web."
   Elvyra smiled as she read the email.  Having just lured and reprogrammed
another hapless male into sexual slavery, Elvyra was ready for a new
challenge.  "A minister," she mused.  "I wonder what a minister looks like
in panties!" Then a brief email exchange later, and Mark found himself
meeting the seductive Mistress.  They were sitting at a table at the back
of Sally's Bar - a bar owned by Elvyra and her sister, Moriah.  Elvyra was
beginning to lead her next victim into an inescapable web of sin - even as
Sally, her sister's castrated slave, looked on.
   It had taken one drink, spiked with a mild sedative and hypnotic drug,
to dismantle the reservations Mark had of meeting with the Mistress.  She
was so beautiful ...  perhaps the most beautiful and sexual woman he had
ever met.  She was wearing a thin black blouse which allowed a most
generous view of her seductive and soft braless breasts.  Her erect nipples
were the first charms which disarmed the wary clergyman.  He had never been
this close to such a seductive and powerful woman.
   Elvyra's patented perfume, No Escape, filled his senses as he took the
hand which was extended to him.  Without a word, the Mistress led him to
their table and nodded in Sally's direction.  The drinks were ready.  As
she sat down, her short satin skirt rode up her legs allowing a disarming
view of the most beautiful thighs Mark had ever laid eyes on.  "If that
slit opens a bit further," Mark's first involuntary sinful thoughts began,
"I'll see her panties." He was right - but that would cum when Elvyra was
ready.  Before he could open his mouth, Sally had placed the drink in front
of him.
   "Please!" Elvyra said in a soft seductive voice - "accept my gift before
we get to know each other." Mark took a swallow - and another - and the
seduction began.
   "I don't want sex," he said clumsily as he tried to gain control of the
meeting.  But Elvyra's sexy legs had captured his attention.  He was
staring and mindlessly droning on how he just wanted an innocent sexual
thrill.  Elvyra watched as her victim took another large gulp of his
medicine - her long and slender fingers now caressing the soft flesh of her
naked thigh.  Mark looked on - taking in her scent - absorbing the vision.
He was wordless now.
   "Come closer," whispered Elvyra - "that's right!  Let your eyes roam
like the naughty little boy you want to be ...  let them roam, Marki - wet
your lips for me and let all those wicked thoughts cum out ...  you want
them to ...  you need them to cum out ...  that's why you came to me,
wasn't it, Marki?  That's a good boy ...  let your eyes touch my silky legs
-- so long ...  so lovely ..  so smooth and girlish ...  smooth, girlish
legs ...  such naughty thoughts, Marki...." Mark's eyes were now locked
upon Elvyra's lovely legs; he now had a glazed look about him.  Slowly she
swung her crossed and exposed leg back and forth - touching Mark's leg now
- softly - gently - letting her hand slowly separate the skirt's slit which
was cut to her lovely waist.
   "My legs are pretty, aren't they, Marki?" Elvyra cooed.  "So smooth - so
soft - so girlish.  You can't take your eyes off my legs - as they swing
back and forth - so soft - so lovely -" Mark's mouth was gaped open now as
her seductive words led him into a hypnotic trance.  "My legs have captured
your eyes, Marki - your body - your soooul," she whispered.  "You can't
take your eyes from them - so strong - so smooth - so feminine.  Lick your
lips for me, Marki - show me how delicious my silken legs are - lick your
lips - look at my legs --." Mark was going under -- he knew it and he
couldn't stop it.  He licked his lips as instructed, ever keeping his eyes
focused upon Elvyra's lovely legs.  Her hand was slowly working on the slit
-- revealing more - and more - and more.
   "You want to belong to me, don't you, Marki?  you want to touch my
silken legs - you want to feel the touch of silk and sin ...  fall deeper,
Marki - falllll into my snare - you have stepped into my web, and there is
no escape ....  you want to touch the silk, Marki." Her hand was caressing
her naked leg - revealing for the first time her black, satin panty.
   "The silk, Marki - you must touch the silk.  your fall into sin will be
complete when you touch the silk - you're becoming a slave, Marki -
Elvyra's slave - a slave to sin - a slave to silk - touch it, Marki - FEEL
the silk - let it capture your soul - touch it, Marki." Mark's hand
involuntarily moved towards the Mistresses lovely leg.  He had to touch it
- he was commanded to touch it.  "That's it, Marki - let the silk own you -
let it control you - you're becoming a slave - MY slave - touch it, Marki."
With the touch, a wave a dizziness came over Mark.  he had fallen into a
trap - he had fallen into sin.  Elvyra smiled and then SIGHED as two hands
began to fondle her erect and lust-filled breasts.  She looked over her
shoulder to see her sister, Moriah.  Mark was too far under to notice the
presence of another Domme.  Moriah was silent as Elvyra continued her
seduction.
   "Smooth and silky - so soft and feminine, isn't it, Marki?  - Touch it -
let your hand slide up my smooth and sexy leg." Elvyra was close to
cumming. The attention her sister was giving her tits along with the power
of conquering another man was overwhelming.  "I own you, Marki - touch my
girlish legs - smooth - shaved - sexy." Mark was softly absorbing the
silken touch of the Mistress's leg as Elvyra shuttered in her an initial,
small orgasm.
   "The panty, Marki - the panty - look at it, Marki - so soft - so girlish
- so female." Mark's eyes focused on the black satin panty - the lovely
lace - the smooth and silken texture.  "In a moment I will command you to
touch my panty, Marki - and the moment you do your life will change.  You
will belong to ME, Marki - you will be controlled by the lust for silk and
satin - for satin and silk!  you will cease to be Marki, the moment you
touch my panty, slave.  The moment you touch my panty, you will become
Marci - a girlish name - a feminine name - a slave's name." Mark's mind
absorbed the commands as he continued to caress the silken leg of his
Mistress.  Moriah was straddling her sister from behind, rolling her
nipples in her fingers.
   "you wanted a sexual thrill, Marki?  - instead you've fallen into a
sexual nightmare - an inescapable nightmare.  I own you ...  WE own you. 
You are our slave, Marki.  And the moment you touch my silken panty - you
will become Marci - a girlish slave - a cock sucking slave - and each time
you hear the phrase, 'Marci's home', you will fall back into this hypnotic
trance - each time deeper than before - never-ended - deeper and deeper --
."
   Moriah was smiling - on rare occasions she and her sister combined their
talents to trap and ensnare males.  The Rev.  Mark Lewis had fallen deeply
into their trap.  He had fallen into a web of sin which would consume
everything that was precious to him.  Caressing Elvyra's silken leg, he
gazed at the black panty, knowing that he would soon be commanded to touch
it - and, in the process, to lose his masculinity.
   "It's time, Marki - it's time for Marci to be born.  TOUCH my panty -
TOUCH it, Marci." Mark's hand rode the half inch up Elvyra's naked thigh
and touched the hem of her panty.  A blank stare came over his face as
Elvyra came in a mighty climax.  "Who are you, slave?" Elvyra whispered.
   "Marci," Mark replied.  "I am your slave, Marci!"
   "When I count to three, Marci, you will wake from your trance.  But each
time you hear the phrase, Marci's home, you will fall back into our web -
deeper than before - more vulnerable - more susceptible - more MINE.  ONE!
You will be honest with us, Marci - you MUST be - you are a SLAVE!  TWO! 
Your fantasy is no longer yours, Marci - it is OURS - Mistress Moriah's -
and MINE!  THREE!" - Mark's eyes fluttered a moment - and he turned beet
red as he saw his hand fondling the hem of Elvyra's black panty.
   "I - I'm sorry," - blurted the embarrassed male.  Then he noticed Moriah
for the first time - her hands now inside the blouse of her lovely sister.
"I better be going," he said as he began to get up.  He felt he had to flee
before things got out of control.
   But before he took the second step Moriah whispered, "Marci's home."
Marci sat back down in a deeper trance than before - it was Moriah's turn
to drive their new slave far deeper into a world of sexual slavery.
   Chapter 2
   Even as Moriah uttered the fateful words, "Marci's home," a slight groan
of helplessness could be heard coming from the slave's mouth.  Mark had
fallen into his worst nightmare.  Hoping to find an innocent cheap sexual
thrill, he had instead the unfortunate quirk of fate to fall into the hands
of the two most devious Dommes ever.  Both were highly intelligent,
beautiful women who were highly skilled in the art of hypnosis and mind
control.  They used their skills to dominate men -- and to destroy. 
Moriah's favorite touch was to sell her slaves into slavery - Elvyra simply
destroyed them.  Both favored turning their men into feminized sissies and
she/males.  Moriah occasionally introduced her slaves into the humility of
bestiality.  Mark had no idea what he had fallen into - and he had no way
out.
   Moriah was dressed in a short leather mini-dress which emphasized her
ample charms and highlighted her sexy legs.  If there were a Marked
difference between the two Dommes, it would be that Moriah possessed an ass
to die for.  Today that charm would be used to further disassemble Mark's
male identity.  Both Dommes had decided to snare this slave as rapidly as
possible, knowing that if they allowed a simple interview he would never
return.  He didn't have a chance!  Standing in front of him, Moriah began
her assault.
   "Marci, my feminine slave, what a pretty name you have.  Soft - sexy -
so slavish!  You should know better than to try and run away from your
Mistresses.  Shame on you, you naughty girl!" Mark was staring at Moriah's
silky legs.  They seemed to go on forever.  "You are falling deeper and
deeper under our spell, Marci.  With every passing breath, you become more
and more our slave.  you hear only our voice - nothing else matters - no
one else exists."
   "No one else exists," droned Marci.
   "Whether in a trance or free from it, you will never again leave us
without permission.  Do you understand, slave?" asked Moriah.
   "Yes, Mistress.  I understand," droned Marci.
   "Whenever in our presence, you will always be our slave -- you will
always be Marci, our little slut."
   "I will always be your slave," Marci repeated.
   "Even though you might regret what you have become or are made to do,
you are helpless to resist us - tell me, girl!  Can you resist us?"
   "No, Mistress - I cannot resist you," said the mindless slave.
   "What is your name, slave?" Moriah asked.
   "Marci, Mistress.  my name is Marci."
   "Are you married, Marci?"
   "Yes, Mistress - I have a lovely wife at home."
   "What's her name, Marci?"
   "Sandy, Mistress - her name is Sandy."
   "Do you love her, slave?"
   "Very much, Mistress - she is my life!" Moriah smiled as she straddled
the poor slave's leg, now rubbing her pantied crotch against him - letting
her naked thigh softly touch his crotch and growing erection.
   "Look at my lips, slave - look at my soft, and sensuous lips.  You can't
take your eyes from them - they have captured your soul." Marci looked at
the red and seductive lips of his Mistress as Elvyra stepped behind him -
slowly unbuttoning his shirt.  "My lips - slave - look at my lips - so full
- so soft - so sensuous with that silky, red lipstick making them
inescapably dangerous." As she spoke, Elvyra slipped Mark's shirt from his
body - he was now naked from the waist up.  Moriah continued to rub back
and forth across Marci's leg - raising his passions.
   "You LIKE soft and sensuous lips, don't you, Marci?  - feminine lips -
girlish lips - cock sucking lips." Marci groaned a bit as his cock grew to
uncomfortable proportions in his slacks.  Elvyra, having slipped out of her
black satin panty now began her silken assault on Marci's nipples, rubbing
them sensuously with her black satin panty..
   'The silk has captured you, hasn't it, Marci?" asked Moriah, "Now,
whether entranced or awake, you can't get away from the seductive lure of
the silk.  Females wear silk, Marci - females and sissies named Marci!"
Moriah whispered.  "Are you a female, Marci?" asked Moriah.  Mark shook his
head slightly.
   "No, Mistress - I'm a man."
   "NO, my pet.  Does a man want to wear panties?  Does a man want his lips
painted red like mine?  Can a man be called Marci?" Mark continued to stare
at Moriah's lovely lips - and shook his head.  "Then you're not a man, are
you, Marci?" asked the Domme.
   "No, Mistress," Mark returned.
   "A sissy then - a girlish sissy who wants me to put him in panties.  Is
that what you are, Marci?"
   "Yes, Mistress - I am a sissy," Marci said with a slight tear coming
from her eye.  Moriah's lips were now only centimeters away from the
slave's mouth as she continued her emasculating assault.
   "Listen, Marci - and know this to be true.  You love your Mistresses. 
you love them more than life itself - more than your children - more than
your wife.  You belong to them now, Marci.  They own you.  And soon they
will panty you." Elvyra stopped her sensual assault on Marci's nipples and
wrapped her arms around the slaves waist to undo the buckle of his belt.
   "Stand, my pet," she instructed as Moriah lifted herself momentarily
from the slave's lap.  She slipped his pants down - and threw them aside.
The bar was now empty except for the two Dommes and Sally.
   Once again straddling his now naked leg, Moriah continued, "Who do you
love, Marci?"
   "Sandy," the slave whispered.
   "No Marci!  Would Sandy love a sissy?  - a feminized girly slave who
wants to wear panties?  No, slave - you love Mistress Moriah and Elvyra. 
You belong to us now - you belong to US!"
   "I belong to you, Mistress," Marci replied.  Moriah's lips now tenderly
brushed Mark's lips as she continued on.
   "Feel the silk, Marci - feel the slavery envelop you - you're sinking
deeper - ever deeper - down, down - down into our web of sin.  No escape -
no hope - only slavery." He could taste the lipstick and smell the
intoxicating aroma of their perfume.  "Tell me to feminize your lips, slave
- tell me to paint them red - with cock sucker lipstick - tell me, slave,"
Moriah instructed.
   "Mistress - please paint my lips," Marci said weakly.  Smiling, the
Mistress kissed him deeply as he groaned in pleasure.  Then taking the tube
of lipstick from Sally's hand, Moriah began putting on a thick coat of
bright red lipstick.
   "KISS me, my lesbian lover," Moriah ordered.  Marci brought her painted
mouth to the lips of his Mistress - and kissed her.  It was the first time
he had ever kissed another female in the heat of passion other than his
wife.  He could feel their lipstick mingle as her tongue forced his mouth
open, her tongue making love to his mouth.
   "Who do you love, Marci?" Elvyra whispered from behind.
   "Sandy," Mark managed to say - "Sandy and my Mistresses."
   "Is that why you kissed Mistress Moriah, Marci?  Is that why your
painted lips made love to another woman?" Moriah continued, "lick your
lips, sissy.  Lick your painted lips.  Feel the silk - feel your love for
Sandy disappear even as your love for me increases.  You're our sissy,
Marci - our girly sissy - a sissy who wears lipstick, who loves silk, and
who wants to wear panties.  You must wear panties, Marci - all sissies wear
panties - all sissies named Marci love only their Mistresses.  BEG me for
some panties, sissy," Moriah said.
   "Please, Mistress - put me in panties," Marci whimpered, knowing deep
within herself that as soon as they put panties on him, he would be lost
forever.
   "STAND, slave," Elvyra ordered.  Marci stood and before he could take a
breath his boxers were replaced with a pair of pink, satin, crotchless
panties.
   "That's a girl," cooed Moriah, "now we both have crotchless panties."
She repositioned herself to straddle both his legs, targeting his painfully
erect cock.  "KISS me, slave!" she commanded.  "Put your painted mouth
against mine." Mark looked up and met Moriah's soft mouth and felt her
pussy slowly descend and envelop his hard cock.  It slipped it to her pussy
so easily, allowing a groan to escape his painted lips.  She thrust him
deep into her even as Elvyra continued to caress his sensitive nipples
while thrusting her now naked breasts against his bare back.
   "Who do you love, Marci - who do you love?" whispered Elvyra.  Marci
broke the kiss, looking into the face of his beautiful Mistress.  He could
feel her pussy milking his hard and captured cock.  "Who do you love?"
whispered Moriah.
   "I love you," Mark whispered.
   "Not your wife?" cooed Elvyra.
   "I love you," he repeated as he felt the cum rising from his balls.
   "WHO is your wife?" asked Moriah ..  Mark thought and was silent - as he
filled the moist pussy of his new Mistress he couldn't remember Sandy's
name.
   "I love you," he said again.
   "Of course you do, sissy," Moriah countered.  "Of course you do!" The
rest of the afternoon would be spent bringing Mark in and out of his
hypnotic trance.  Each time he would descend deeper and deeper into their
spell.  Each time he became more and more their slave.  There was no return
from this nightmare - he had wandered where he did not belong.  Late that
afternoon Elvyra and Moriah continued the indoctrination.
   "There is not escape," cooed Elvyra.
   "No escape," whispered Moriah.  From this point on Elvyra alone encoded
his commands which were repeated in a soft alluring whisper by Moriah.  "It
will never occur to you to escape - never again," cooed the Dominatrix. 
"For even when you are released from hypnosis, you will still think of
yourself as Marci.  Mark is slowly dying - he is going away a bit at a time
- Marci, our slave - our sissy is the only one there --"
   "You will tell no one of your adventure here this afternoon.  It is our
secret - you belong to us now.  With each passing breath - each passing
hour you will crave the feel of silk and satin against your skin.  Unless
you are wearing panties when you return home, you will believe within
yourself that Mark will die - he is dying - Marci wears panties - Mark is
gone." On and on it went.
   "If Sandy asks what's going on - or questions you about your panties -
your bras - your smooth legs - your makeup, - if she asks why - you are
simply to tell you the truth: you are a sissy.  You must continue your
feminization - Marci must be completely and totally feminized - Mark must
disappear . . ."
   "You will continue to work - and it will never occur to you to even pray
about it.  Your soul belongs to us now.  You are a sissy - a pansy - a
slave.  You love your Mistresses and more than your wife.  Your love for
her is vanishing with Mark - the only thing you love about her is the silk
and satin she wears - you love that, Marci - not the woman wearing it.  And
when we give you permission - you will bring them to us - each of them! 
Your son - the one at the seminary - the one who will become our girl - you
will bring him!
   "Your daughter - the slut - the lesbian whose final good-bye to you will
be to suck your girlie cock into her mouth - she will be ours!  Your wife -
the bitch - she belongs to US now!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~
   Mark was walking away from Sally's Bar weeping openly.  This fantasy had
gotten way out of hand -- he didn't know what to do.  he had been
hypnotized and seduced by two of the most lovely visions he had ever seen.
He licked his lips and felt the remnants of the lipstick he had worn - he
noticed the bareness underneath his pants as he recollected the Mistresses
throwing away his boxer shorts, telling him to "fix that situation"!  He
was going home without underwear.  And, worst of all, he had been
unfaithful to Sandy - the bit....ch --
   "What's HAPPENING?" he said out loud.  As he thought of his wife, he
could only think of her as the bitch!  As he walked along his head was
spinning - "Marci's gotten herself into a lot of crap this time!" he said
softly - not even realizing he had referred to himself as Marci.  There was
so much to think about - so much..  He thought and thought - and snapped
out of it only momentarily as the saleslady asked if the purchases were
charge or credit.  It was then that he noticed the pile of panties on the
counter - pink ones - yellow ones - satin and nylon and silk-of-all-kinds
ones.
   "Will that be charge or credit?" the young girl repeated.
   "They're for me," Mark blurted out.
   The girl smiled and giggled, "to each his own - will that be charge or
credit?" Marci pulled out her wallet and handed the girl a credit card with
the name Rev.  Mark Lewis on it.  The girl looked at the name -- her
eyebrows raised.  "I hope they all fit," she said as she folded up the
satin bra he had purchased with the panties.  He had never been so
embarrassed or humiliated in his entire life.  What was he doing?  Why was
he doing this?  The fantasy was over!
   He was telling himself this and convincing himself that he was once
again in control even as he slipped the yellow satin panties up his legs.
They were so soft and pretty - so silky and feminine.  There was the cutest
bow on the waistband and Marci played with it as she pulled the panties
over her waist.  "I have to do something about all this hair," she frowned.
Then Mark came back - somewhere on the walk home - home to the bitch - and
the slut - and the girlie boy.
   Chapter 3: A Puppet on the String
   Moriah and Elvyra were celebrating.  It had been a profitable day. 
"We'll make some good money from the kids," Moriah said, "and we'll have
fun turning his wife into a bitch."
   "A bitch, now!  We haven't done that one for awhile!" Elvyra snickered.
"I wonder, is Sergeant is up to it?"
   "We may not have long to wait!" Moriah came back.  "If I have them
figured out correctly, we might be seeing the bitch sooner than we
anticipated.  She's going to want her husband back."
   "Well, she can't have him," Elvyra giggled.  "He's our pansy now!  Do
you think God will be mad at us for turning one of his own into a
she/male?"
   "Cut the crap," snapped Moriah.  "It doesn't matter what he was - he's a
SLAVE now!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~
   Sandy tried to kiss her husband as he walked through the door - but she
noticed that he shrunk back from her, leaving her only an opportunity to
give him a peck on the cheek.
   "Where have you been?" she asked.  "What's in the packages?  Anything
for me?"
   "No - just something for me," Mark responded.  Sandy was not going to be
put off completely so she came up behind her husband and wrapped her arms
around him.  She wanted a kiss.  As he turned in her embrace, she felt the
bra hiding beneath his shirt and tee-shirt.
   "What's this?" she snapped, letting go of her husband.  "Are you wearing
a bra?"
   "Listen, honey - it's none of your business - and besides - what if I
am?"
   "What do you mean 'it's none of my business' - it sure as hell IS my
business." Sandy never swore - but Mark had never worn a bra before either.
"What do you have in those packages?" she demanded, grabbing them from his
grasp.  The bag tore open and about a dozen pairs of panties, a pair of
nylons and a garter fell to the floor.  Sandy stood there, looking in
disbelief at lingerie so cheap and whorish that even she wouldn't wear it.
   "MARK!  Why are you DOING this?" she pleaded.
   "I'm a sissy," he said weakly.  He wanted and tried so to tell her about
the two Dominatrixes - but was not able to.  The words wouldn't form - all
that came out was his desire to be a sissy.
   "Are you WEARING panties?" Sandy shouted.  "SHOW me!" Her aggressive
nature was driving Mark's personality to the ground as Marci's slave
personality responded.  He slowly slipped his pants down to reveal smooth
and shaved legs and his yellow panties.  After he had purchased the
panties, Marci had obeyed the Mistresses' command and walked into a beauty
boutique to have her body shaved.
   "What are you doing, Mark - what the hell are you DOING?" Sandy shouted.
She was in hysterics now as Marci stood there half naked, crying.
   "I can't tell you," was all he managed to say as he stormed from the
room, leaving behind his girlie clothes.  He went right to the phone and
called Mistress Elvyra.  "What have you DONE to me?" he asked.  "I'm
ruined!"
   "Do you love me?" Elvyra cooed on the other end.  "Tell me, slave - do
you love me?"
   Marci had to respond -- she couldn't disobey, "I love you," he said as
Sandy walked into the room.
   "You love WHOM?" she shouted.  "GIVE me that damn phone!" Grabbing the
phone from the humbled and scared slave, she demanded, "Who the hell IS
this - what have you done with my HUSBAND?" The sisters were right!  They
would have to deal with Sandy sooner than they thought.
   "Your husband is our slave!" Elvyra cooed over the phone.  "But I'll
give him back if you bring him to me.  But you must say 'please', and he
must be dressed pretty - or I'll never release him from his hypnotic
slavery.  He'll be lost to you forever."
   "You can't DO this - he's my husband ...."
   "BUT - he's MY slave!" responded Elvyra within a flash.  "Put him on the
phone and I'll show you!" Handing the phone to her husband, Mark heard:
"Marci's home." A blank stare came over him and he listened to his owner's
instructions.  "Bring the bitch to us - tonight!  But before you do, I want
you to dress pretty and slutty for me.  Lots of makeup - tight, girlish
pants - I want you to be my whore tonight - NOW - but first, tell the bitch
who you love - tell her you're my panty-slut - TELL her, slave!"
   Marci looked at his wife and spoke softly, "I love Mistress Moriah and
Elvyra - I belong to them - I am their panty-slut now...."
   Then, listening to the phone again, he heard: "hand me back to the
bitch!" Marci returned the phone to his wife.  "BRING him to me - and I
will give him back," she heard - and then a "click".  ~~~~~~~~~~~~
   A small drink later, Sandy was sitting naked in front of her new owners.
It didn't take long.  They instructed Marci to give the drink to his wife -
they had made sure it was strong.  They let her rant and rave for about two
minutes until the drug began to take effect and then they started in for
the kill.
   Marci was dressed in his new panties and bra.  He had borrowed a pair of
spandex pants from his daughter's room - and had used his wife's makeup to
present himself as the proper sissy.  Tonight he would be more than a
sissy, though.  Tonight he would participate in the complete degradation of
his wife.
   "SO, you want him BACK do you?" asked Moriah.
   "Yes, please," whimpered a soon-to-be broken slave in the making.  They
had instructed Marci to disrobe his wife as she was commanded to remain
standing before them.  Once or twice she gave a brief attempt at
resistance, but it was quickly overcome.  Marci enjoyed the feel of the
silk as he allowed the slippery material to slide from her shapely body. 
She was quite beautiful and stacked for someone in her mid-forties.
   "LOOK at him," Elvyra commanded Sandy.  "He wants to grow his own TITS!
Is this the husband you want?"
   "Please," whimpered Sandy, "leave us alone."
   "But I can't leave you alone - even as you fall deeper and deeper into
my spell.  You cannot resist me!  you belong to us just as much as Marci
does - don't you, Sandy?" Whatever they had given her, it left Sandy unable
to resist.  The words seemed so right - the commands seemed irresistible.
   "But I love him," she managed to say.
   "But he loves me and my sister!" Moriah countered.  "Don't you, Marci?"
she asked.  "TELL your wife who you are in love with - SHOW her how much
you love us!" Marci walked up to Elvyra - placed his hands on her succulent
breasts, and brought his painted lips to hers - kissing her -- allowing her
to fuck him with her tongue.
   "I love Mistress Elvyra and Moriah," he said.  Sandy was crying softly,
wishing she could cover up her nakedness.
   "TAKE his pants off - and his panties," Moriah ordered their new slave.
And while the Mistress slipped her own panties off, Sandy walked to her
husband and helped him take off his pants and panties.  "BRING him to me,"
Moriah ordered.  Sandy couldn't resist.  She took her husband's hand and
led him to the Mistress.
   "SIT DOWN!" Elvyra ordered the sissy slave.  Marci sat and Elvyra began
to fondle his nipples through the silken bra.  "What nice little tits you
have, slave - girlish tits - MY tits!" Mark's dick rose to full staff as
the Mistress applied her seduction.  "Someday soon I'll give you real tits
- tits bigger than your wife's - prettier - more feminine!" Moriah
approached the slave - and looked at Sandy's face.
   "PUT your husband's cock into my pussy".  she whispered.  "WET it for me
- make him ready." Sandy knelt before her husband and took his cock deeply
into her mouth - covering it with her saliva.  Then as Moriah straddled
Marci, Sandy helped slide his cock into her pussy.  Sandy couldn't believe
she was helping this bitch fuck her own husband.
   "I tell you what, bitch," Moriah said as she began to slowly fuck her
new sissy.  "I'll give this queer back, if you can avoid fucking Sergeant!"
   "What do you mean?" asked Sandy.
   "We're going to bring our friend, Sergeant in here.  If you can avoid
fucking him and letting him cum in you over the next fifteen minutes, then
I'll give the queer back."
   Thinking she could WIN this one, Sandy quickly responded, "I'll DO it!
I'll do anything.  Just bring him in here - let us alone - give us back our
lives!" Elvyra gave a short whistle - and Sergeant came prancing into the
room.  He was a large, black Great Dane who had been trained to turn whores
into bitches.  Sandy couldn't believe what she was seeing.
   "Here's the deal, toots," Moriah continued.  "If you can keep Sergeant
from screwing you, then we'll release BOTH of you.  We'll wipe the memory
from your minds -- and you'll be free of us.  BUT - if Sergeant wins - and
if you let him fuck you - and CUM in you, then you'll never fuck anything
but animals again!  We will complete your slavery by selling you as a bitch
slave to some Arab country.  SERGEANT - GO!"
   Sandy didn't have time to THINK - they didn't give her time to think. 
The great Dane quickly approached her and thrust his large wet nose against
her crotch.  She tried shoving his huge head away - but he was much too
strong for her.  She ran - scurrying about the room screaming all-the-while
for Mark to help her.  But Mark was far too gone for that.  He was slowly
being fucked by his Mistress.
   Back and forth Sandy ran for about three minutes - successfully avoiding
being pinned by this huge animal, but soon she began to tire.  Trying
desperately to avoid the dog, she tripped and Sergeant was upon her.  As he
was trained, he placed one of his large feet at the small of her back and
began to lick her wet and aroused vagina - sliding his tongue into her
pussy - farther and farther - each time a little bit farther - making it
hot - getting it ready - making her slowly lose her mind.
   Marci was groaning because of the slow fuck Moriah was giving him, while
the dog was turning Sandy on - Sandy couldn't help but PAUSE to allow the
sensation of that wonderfully talented tongue to flood her senses.  She had
never been 'eaten' before - the dog was doing a job on her!
   "You're being FUCKED," Elvyra taunted, "you're letting yourself be
fucked by a dog!" Elvyra was beside herself with lust as she watched the
two slaves surrendering to sexual slavery.  Hearing the taunt, Sandy found
a small burst of energy and began kicking the animal away.  She couldn't
let the dog fuck her - she had to get away.  Sandy was successful to a
point as the dog back away momentarily - and with that Sandy tried to get
up.  That was a mistake.  She made it to a kneeling position which was all
Sergeant needed.  Before another breath was taken, the animal's strong legs
straddled her small torso - applying just enough pressure to keep her in
the mounting position - his long hard cock poised to enter its latest
victim.
   Sandy was on her hands and knees - as she felt the hot slimy cock of the
dog penetrate her exposed pussy.  She tried to clench her pussy shut to no
avail - the dog was winning.  As Sergeant slipped his long, hard dog cock
into her slave cunt, she began to feel a huge knot growing inside her
pussy. The dog had connected himself to her - locking himself into place.
Sandy was now the dog's bitch - and there was no one who could free her
from the dog's cock until Sergeant had thoroughly fucked her.  And Sergeant
always lasted at least 30 minutes.  Elvyra couldn't contain herself anymore
as she came without ever having touched herself.  Moriah smiled as she
continued her slow fuck of Marci.  Marci was in some mindless slave world,
totally unaware that his wife had just been turned into a true bitch. 
Sandy was now panting like a dog herself as Sergeant pounded her pussy.
   "CUM for me," Moriah whispered in Marci's ear as she began to shudder in
a huge orgasm.  Marci came - and so did Sergeant.  "Who do you love?"
whispered Moriah.
   "I love you, Mistress - I belong to you!" the sissy whispered back.
   Chapter 4
   Though the Rev.  Mark Lewis uttered these words to The Dominatrix
Seductress Moriah, they were music to the ears of both Moriah and Elvyra.
Since innocently inquiring about Elvyra's internet ad regarding Erotic
Hypnosis, his life, and the lives of those he loved so dearly, had or were
about to change forever.  First there was the meeting at Sally's bar where
the sisters began his seduction.  hen, like a Judas goat, he was used to
lure his beloved wife Sandy into The Web of Sin.  In a desperate attempt to
win his freedom, Sandy had pitted her moral values against the seductive
powers of Moriah and Elvyra.  It was no contest.  Using hypnosis and their
Great Dane Sargent, they had seduced and enslaved Sandy.  Even now, as
Marci, the feminized personality of the Rev.  Mark Lewis, professed his
love for his Mistress, Sandy was on the floor nearby behaving like a bitch
in heat with Sarge.
   "Sandy ....  can you hear me ...?" Moriah asked.
   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh .........Yessssssss .....  ohhhhhhhhhhh."
   "Tell me Sandy, how long has it been since you fucked?"
   "Mark and I ....  made love ....  Thursday night ....  but not like this
..."
   "His name is Marci.  You will address him by the feminine name we have
given him .....  do you understand ....."
   "My husband's name is Mark ...  ," Sandy replied showing some final
resistance.
   "Sarge ....  halt! ...." the Great Dane stopped in mid stroke.
   "Oh, please don't stop him ....  his cock is so hot ....  he fucks so
good...."
   "All you have to do Sandy, is call your husband by his new permanent
name ...  Marci ....  and address us as Mistress .....then and only then
will Sarge will continue fucking you." Sandy tried to hump Sarge but he
held her too tightly for any satisfaction.  Soon she was bucking in her
attempts but only succeeded in tiring herself out and making herself even
hornier.  Finally, she could stand no more ...."
   "Marci ...  my husband's name is Marci ..  Mistress ......"
   "Sarge .....  forward fuck ....." To Sandy's sexual relief, the Great
Dane resumed his conquest of her.  "I ask you again, bitch, how long has it
been since you fucked?"
   "Marci and I made love Thursday night ....  Mistress ..  Oh God ..  what
a cock ....."
   "I didn't ask you when you last made love .....when did you last fuck
someone ...." Moriah and Elvyra now had Sandy in sexual la la land.  In
this lustful fog, she would respond to questions she would not answer under
normal circumstances.
   "Nineteen years ago ....  the night Debra was conceived, Mistress ..."
   "You mean Debra was not planned ....  she was a product of your
wantonness? ......"
   "Yesssssss Mistress .....  ohhhhhhh Sarge ....  fuck me Sarge ....  fuck
me!"
   "Nineteen years ....  you have not fucked in nineteen years .....  that
is why you are so horny now Sandy ....  say it ....  you have not fucked in
nineteen years ....."
   "I have not .....  ohhhhhh ....  fucked ......  in ....  ahhhhhh
nineteen years ....."
   "Nineteen years is a long time not to fuck ....  isn't it ...?"
   "Yessssss ...  "
   "Yes what, bitch....?"
   "Yes, nineteen years is a long time not to fuck ....  Mistress."
   "That is why you are so horny ....  "
   "That's why ....  I am .....  so horny ....." While Moriah had been
interrogating their slaves, Elvyra went through Marci's wallet and Sandy's
purse looking for useful information.
   "Who's this ....?" she asked holding up two pictures ....  one of a
handsome young man in a tuxedo and the other of a very pretty girl in a
very formal dress that showed a lot of her developing breasts.
   "Those are our children Paul and Debra at a recent wedding," Sandy
replied, surprised that she was providing so much information to say
nothing of answering questions at all.
   "I notice Marci has the same picture of Paula but not of Debra.  Why is
that, Sandy?" Elvyra could have extracted the information from Marci, whose
cock Moriah still held captive in her pussy, but making Sandy provide the
answers was a much greater display of power.
   "MY son's name is Paul ....  not Paula ...."
   "Not when we're through with him, Sandy.....  he shall become Paula ...
just as we are transforming your husband into Marci and we shall lead your
daughter Debra into a wonderland of sexual debauchery as we are leading you
......"
   "I won't allow you .....  to do this ....  to our children ....," Sandy
whispered.
   "Sarge ....  halt .....  prepare to dismount ....."
   "No ...  no ....  anything but that ...."
   "What do you mean Sandy ....  anything but don't feminize your son and
slutify your daughter ....  like we've already accomplished with their
parents .....  or do you mean anything but don't have Sarge stop fucking
you ......"
   After a minute of trying to give the answer she thought she wanted to
give, Sandy whispered, "The latter ...." Elvyra was not going to let her
off that easy.
   "I always get confused bitch, over which is the former and which is the
latter.  I know we have Marci so 'sexnotized' that he would give anything
or anyone to us ....  just as he as given you to us .....  I want to hear
you say it ....  I want you to hear you say it ....  what did you mean when
you said 'No ...  no ....  anything but that'? ....."
   "Anything ....  but don't make Sarge stop fucking me ....  please
don't," Sandy wept.
   "Sarge ....  forward fuck ....  double time fuck! ...." On command Sarge
increased both the frequency and magnitude of his strokes two fold.
   Sandy screamed, "OHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
   "Now tell us, Sandy, why Marci has the same picture of Paula but not of
Debra."
   "Mark ....  Marci," Sandy corrected herself, "did not like the dress
Debra wore as part of the wedding party.  He said it was sinful the way it
showed so much of her ......"
   "....  tits ...." Moriah interjected.
   " ...  breasts," Sandy said completing the sentence.
   "No no, Sandy ....  it shows off her tits ...  say it or else Sarge
shall retire for the evening!"
   Sandy verbally lowered herself, "Marci thought the dress showed off too
much of Debra's tits." Moriah now turned her verbal charms on Marci.
   "Marci, you say you love me ....  but what about your wife .....  do you
renounce your love for her .........."
   "My wife ......"
   "Yes, your wife, Marci ...  you cannot love us both ....  you must love
one and renounce the other ...who do you love ....  me who's pussy your
cock is sliding in6 and out of .....  in and out ...  in and out .....  or
your wife ....  who has just given your children to us so that she can
continue to be fucked by a dog ....  do you love me or your wife ....  do
you renounce me or your wife .....?"
   "I love you, Mistress ....."
   "And ....."
   "and ....  I renounce my love for my wife ....."
   "Total love for me, Marci ....."
   "Total love for you, Mistress ....."
   "Total renouncement of your love for your wife ....."
   "Total renouncement of my love for my wife ....."
   "And who is the only other person you love, sissy Marci?"
   "Mistress Elvyra ......"
   "Equally ......"
   "Equally ......," Marci replied.  Moriah now dismounted Marci's still
rock hard cock.
   "Crawl over here bitch, and lick my pussy clean of your husband's cum
...."
   "But ....  but Mistress, Sarge ....."
   "Don't worry bitch, he is locked in you .....  his cock will not exit
you until we command it ....  now crawl to me, bitch .....  come lick my
pussy ...." As another act of humiliation, Sandy crawled on hands and knees
across the room to Moriah ....  pulling Sarge behind her ....  their union
not missing a stroke.  Moriah sat with her legs spread wide to allow easy
access.  Sandy buried her face in her new Mistress' pussy - The taste and
smell were new experiences, that totally intoxicated Sandy.  She was now
spiraling downward ....  deeper and deeper under the spell Moriah and
Elvyra spun.
   "Look upon the female you call your wife .....  see her for what she is
...  a bitch .....  say it ...."
   "A bitch ....  my wife is nothing but a bitch ....."
   "Sandy, can you hear me?" Moriah asked ....
   "Yessssssssssss," she slurped, "....  oh don't let him stop ...... 
please don't let him stop.....  you taste so goooooooooooood Mistress
......."
   "Good girl, Sandy ....  nothing matters but fucking and sucking .... 
sucking and fucking ...  you are nothing more than a bitch ....  we know
it....  your husband knows it ....  it is now time for you to know it ....
say it ...."
   "I am nothing more than a .....  bitch.....  ooooooooooooh I'm cumming
again ..........."
   "Yes ...  a bitch ....  you cannot get enough of cocks .....  or pussies
....  say it ......  bitch ...  say it and know it to be true."
   "I am a bitch ....  I cannot get enough of cocks or pussies ....."
   "You love anything with a big cock ....  the bigger the better....  you
love the smell and taste of a female's pussy."
   "I love anything with a big cock ...  the bigger the better ...  I love
the smell and taste of a female's pussy."
   "We own you, Sandy ...."
   "You own me ..."
   "We can sell you like anything else we own ....  you do not care so long
as you can have a big cock in you .....  as long as you have a pussy to
suck ....isn't that true, bitch?"
   "Yes ....  yes .....  so long as I can have a big cock in me ....  a
pussy to suck ....  please ...  just don't let him stop ......  I feel
sooooooooooo goooooooooooooood!"
   "Next week at this time you will be in the middle east sucking and
fucking for your new masters!"
   "But I can't go now .....  next week my best friend's daughter is
getting married.  The bride is my Godchild, Debra is in the wedding party
and Marci is performing the ceremony."
   "So ...  why are you needed, Sandy?  You have sacrificed yourself for
others for too long Sandy ...  nineteen years without fucking .....  you
must think of yourself for a change ...  say it, horny bitch."
   "I must think of myself for a change ....."
   "Yes ....  this is what you've always wanted to do .....  go to the
middle east and spread the word ...  say it, horny one ...."
   "This is what I've always wanted to do .....  go to the middle east and
spread the word."
   "The word you will spread is that you will spread your legs for anyone
your Masters choose .....  you will suck anything your Masters place in
front of you ....  you will eat any pussy your Master wants you to eat ....
if all this is true, I want you to beg Sarge to continue fucking you ....."
   All Sandy's conscious mind heard was a command to beg the Great Dane to
continue fucking her .....  this she readily did .....  Sandy's
subconscious heard the entire statement so when Sandy begged Sarge to fuck
her, she sealed her own fate.  And so it came to pass that Sandy was to be
sold into slavery to one of the rich royal Arab families.  But, Moriah was
not through with her torment.
   "Sandy, listen what will happen at the wedding.  Marci will perform the
ceremony as planned.  We will plant post hypnotic commands that he is to
take special notice of all the nice dresses being worn.  He will be
especially drawn to any dress of silk or lace and any which show off a
female's cleavage or legs.  He will also pay close attention to two special
dresses ....  the one the bride is wearing because some day soon he will be
wearing a wedding dress when he takes his vows of servitude to us.  He will
also notice the dress Debra wears and how it makes her look like a slut
.....  he will none the less be jealous and wish he had tits like hers and
a dress to show them off ....  unknowingly, your own daughter is going to
help drive him deeper and deeper into our web of sin."
   "No ....  no ....  please don't, Mistress ...."
   "I'm not through, slut ....  as you will be in the middle east doing
your missionary work, Marci will not have a date .....  I am going to
escort him in your place ......  if you are as close to your friend as you
say, I am sure we will sit at their table.  I am going to use my feminine
wiles on all of them.  I will first make them hate you for not being there
and then I shall charm them into being glad you are not there because it
allowed them to meet me.  If I find anyone of value, I will add them to the
list of your family and friends to be seduced and enslaved."
   It all came together just as Moriah said.  a good looking American woman
like Sandy Lewis was sold quickly at the asking price no questions asked to
a wealthy family in one of the rouge Arab states where having an American
sex slave was a sign of power.  The bride's family was extremely pissed at
Sandy for leaving as she did without the nerve to tell them of her decision
face to face.
   During the wedding ceremony, Marci lost his place a number of times and
even became flustered when looking at the bride and leading her through her
vows.  Everyone thought it was so unlike the Rev.  Lewis to be so nervous.
Moriah knew better.  She wondered what others would think if they knew the
minister was wearing royal blue panties and thigh high stockings under his
pants.  His nervousness was because he was leering at the bride's dress
(which as luck would have it was made of silk with a low cut bodice and a
lace veil - perfect for Marci's fetishes.  Additionally, when the bride
didn't hold his attention, he was ogling his own daughter's tits, envious
of how luscious they looked compared to his.)
   As Moriah expected, she and Marci sat with the bride's parents.  As soon
as she arrived at the banquet hall, Moriah used her magnificent body to
lure the owner to a secluded spot and enslave him hypnotically.  She told
him that she was to be the most important person to him that evening and he
was to spike the drinks at her table with the liquid she gave him.  The
liquid made all who drank it very susceptible and open to her suggestions.
She planted the suggestion that if he obeyed her, when he got home that
evening instead of finding his wife asleep, he would find Moriah waiting
for him in bed and they would make mad passionate love ....  but only if he
obeyed her every command.
   Using her professional skills as a psychologist, she increased the
bride's family's anger with Sandy and then used her charms to make them
openly fond of herself.  The males were easy to bewitch and conquer because
of the sexy black formal dress she wore.  It had a scoop neck which
highlighted her succulent breasts, a bare back to show she wore no bra, and
a slit up one leg to mid thigh to show off her legs when she walked. 
Around her neck she wore a crystal pendant which dangled just above her
cleavage.  From her ears swayed matching crystal earrings.
   One by one she separated each male from the group.  Excreting her
hypnotic influence, she told them that anything they did with their wives
for the next twenty-four hours they would believe they was doing with her
instead.  The women were slightly more difficult.  But between the drug and
the attention they unexpectedly received from their husbands, it was not
long before Moriah had them acting like teenage girls at their first
unchaperoned party.
   Moriah spent much of the evening whispering in Marci's ear, pointing out
various females in sexy attire.  The combination of her lips moving against
his ear, her moist tongue teasingly flicking him, her soft sexy voice
directing his thoughts, and the very thoughts she stirred in him kept Marci
on the verge of sexual eruption throughout.  No one at the table noticed as
they were engaged in their own Moriah inspired sexual games.  Having
everyone performing as she wanted, Moriah became bored.  She therefore
decided to do some preconditioning on Debra.
   She whispered to Marci, "Go to the bar to watch whatever silly game is
on TV until I summon you .....  though you once loved football, you will
now find it very childish and confusing ......  but you will not voice
these thoughts to anyone.  The game will be of no interest to you .... 
rather you will concentrate on the cheerleaders and their scanty outfits
.....  in particular the way their halter tops emphasize their breasts ....
you will also take notice of the muscular physiques of the running backs
....  you will be unable to determine which appeals to you more .....  the
cheerleader's halter topped tits or the masculine crotch of the running
backs .....  at any given moment you will crave to see whichever you cannot
see ....  when they show the players you shall take note of their hard
bodies but be thinking of the cheerleaders' tits .....  when they switch to
the cheerleaders, you shall concentrate on the fullness and firmness of
their tits but be longing to see the muscled crotch of the running back
.... never satisfied ....  always lusting for what you cannot have ..... 
the tits of the cheerleaders .....  the cock of the running back ..... 
tits and cock ....  tits and cock .....  you will want to have the tits of
the cheerleaders and you will want to suck the cocks of the running backs -
now go and obey your Mistress ....."
   Then, she told the owner to take her to a secluded ladies room she could
use for her private purposes.  As the banquet hall was not fully in use,
there was one close by which met Moriah's needs.  At Moriah's suggestion,
he spiked Debra's drink allowing Moriah to easily manipulate her away from
her date and the party.  Alone in the powder room, Moriah planted the seeds
for Debra's future seduction.
   "Tell me, Debra, are you a virgin?"
   "What ....  that's none of your business, Moriah ...." The question was
asked mainly to test the depth the drug had taken hold ....  the fact that
Debra was alone with her was proof enough that it was taking over.  It was
only a matter of time before Debra would feel its full influence.
   "Forgive me my Dear, let me explain .....  your mother knows and values
my judgement.  She was concerned for you because she would not be here to
give you guidance as you go through these wonderful early years of
womanhood .....  she asked if I would offer you the benefit of my
experience both as a woman and as a psychologist ...."
   "I don't need a shrink .....  besides, if she really cared she would be
here now .....  at this wedding ....  with me ...," Debra said loudly.
   "You know Debra, I can sense a resentment towards your mother because
she left to fulfill her calling in life ....  but maybe you should be angry
with me instead .....  I was the one she came to ask what she should do
....."
   "You? .....  why would she come to you ....  I never even heard of you
until you show up at the church for the ceremony with my father ...,"
though her words were still hard and indicative of a fighting female, the
voice Debra delivered them in was noticeably softer .....  a sign she was
succumbing to the powers of the drug.
   "Debra, are you as tense as you look .....?" not waiting for an answer
Moriah continued, "Come .....  sit here in this chair facing the mirror
....."
   Even as she approached the chair Moriah had selected for her, Debra
protested, "I am not tense ....." though her voice was on edge, its volume
was decreasing.
   "Of course you're not, dear ....  here, let me massage your neck ..."
   "Don't patronize me .....I don't need my neck rubbed .......  ooooooooh
that feels good ......"
   "Why don't you close your eyes and relax while I massage your neck,
Debra."
   "I'm not going to close my eyes and let you treat me like some school
girl...."
   "Of course not, Debra ....  you're too strong willed for that ....  just
let the tension flow out of your neck through my fingers .....  relax ....
relax ....  feel the tightness leave your eyelids .....  feel them become
tired and heavy ....  heavy and tired ....  but don't close them, Debra ...
don't close them because you're a big girl ....  you have a free will ...."
To Moriah's joy, Debra's eyes showed signs of weariness.  Of equal
importance was Debra's limited success in keeping her eyes somewhat open
even if they now possessed a far away look.  It was now time to bring her
to heel for the first time.
   "I notice you looking at the pendant dangling into my cleavage ....  do
you like it?"
   "I wasn't looking at your pendant ..." Debra murmured
   "If not the pendant then what are you gazing at my breasts ....  do I
have nice breasts, Debra?..."
   "Yes ....  you have nice breasts, Moriah ...."
   "Very nice tits ....  Debra?" using the vernacular.
   "Very nice tits ....  Moriah," Debra followed Moriah's lead.  She had
now succumbed to the seductiveness of the moment.
   "But you weren't really looking at my tits were you, Debra ...?"
   "No ...."
   "Tell me what you were looking at, Debra ....  you must always tell me
the truth ...  when you do you will feel both pleasure and peace ....  but
especially pleasure ....  tell me ....  your confidante ....  what you were
looking at Debra ...."
   "Your pendant ....  it looks so compelling nestled in your cleavage
..... " As Debra answered, Moriah gave her a special erotic touch while
blowing softly on the nape of her neck.  The effect sent passionate chills
racing through Debra the likes of which her young feminine body had never
experienced.
   "Oooooooooooooooooooooh."
   "Feel the pleasure, my sweet Debra .....  would you like to have a
closer look at the pendant?"
   "Yesss." Again, Moriah gave Debra the special treatment reinforcing the
connection between truth and pleasure when with Moriah.  As it was
important to keep physical contact with her prey, Moriah continued the
massage with one hand while she removed the pendant with the other. 
Holding it from the top of the chain, she let it dangle level with Debra's
drooping eyes.
   "Look closely at the pendant Debra .....  it has special powers ..... 
concentrate on it ....  that's it ....  watch it with your eyes ....."
Moriah began to swing the pendant ever so gently from side to side ....  to
her delight, Debra followed it with her eyes keeping her head still.  As
the pendant swayed from side to side, Moriah increased its arc and raised
it ever so slightly over Debra's head until her eyes became completely
unfocused and moved in an arc similar to that of windshield wipers on a
late model car.  All the time, Moriah continued Debra's induction.
   "You see nothing but the pendant ....  you hear nothing but my voice
.... your eyes must follow the pendant .....  just as your mind must follow
my voice .....  back and forth ....  deeper and deeper ....  your eyes ...
the pendant ....  your mind ....  my voice ....  though your eyes are open
and you can see the ball you know you are asleep ....  a deep ....  deep
....  sleep .....  though you hear my voice you know I speak your inner
most thoughts ....  my voice is the voice of your mind .....  your desires
.....  say it Debra ....  say it and know it to be true ....."
   "Your voice is the voice of my mind ......  your voice is the voice of
my inner most desires...."
   "Absorb my voice ....  your thoughts .....  like a sponge .....  Moriah
is the most beautiful ...  sexy ....  female you will ever meet ......  she
is your idol ....  as desirable as she is, her bewitching sexuality is
surpassed by her sexual knowledge.  You find it easy to talk to her ... 
the more difficult the subject ....  the more private the topic ....  the
easier it is to seek her out and confide in her .....  absorb these
concepts into your subconscious .....  NOW ......" After a moment for these
thoughts to be impregnated in Debra, Moriah continued.
   "Males are not anywhere near as desirable as Moriah ....  her touch is
electrifying ...  her fragrance so erotic ....  her breasts so erotically
appealing ....  the more you see her ...  the more you hear her ....  the
more you want her ....  the less you want to be touched by a male ..... 
males are not for fucking ....  males are for fucking with their brains
.... "
   "There will come a time when you will meet Moriah's sister Elvyra.  You
shall find her to be as beautiful, knowledgeable, and desirable as Moriah -
ABSORB NOW! .......  On the count of three you shall awaken with no memory
of what has happened ....  you shall retain all your new thoughts ..... 
you shall live all your new thoughts ....  you shall fall madly in love
with me ....  you shall become eager to do my bidding just for the
happiness of pleasing me ......  one ....  two ....  three ....." Slowly,
Debra opened her eyes ....
   "Oh thank you, Moriah ...  I feel so much better ...."
   "You're welcome, my sweet ...."
   "I'm still a virgin, Moriah ....."
   "That's refreshing dear .....  You don't have to tell me anything you
don't want to, Debra ...."
   "I know ....  but I want you to know ....  I was going to fuck my
boyfriend tonight ....  do you think I should, Moriah?"
   "I think you should wait for the right person to come along ....  and
before you ask if this guy you're with tonight is the right one ....  just
the mere fact you asked me if I thought you should fuck him tells me he is
not! .....  but you can still have fun with him ....  use your body to get
him all hot .....  then make him masturbate for you ....  have you ever
made a male do that for you, Debra? .....  No ....  well believe me, it's a
rush of power when you do that.  You'll never want to merely fuck a guy
ever again ...."
   "But I guess all this is wishful thinking ....  I won't be doing any of
this tonight .....  daddy watches me like a hawk ....."
   "Do you want me to talk to him for you, my dear?  I have a way of making
him see things my way ...."
   "Would you, Moriah? ....  oh thank you ....  but I'm confused ....  how
will I know Mr.  Right when I find him, Moriah?"
   "Who said it would be a male?"
   "A female ....  I'm not that way ...."
   "Who better to know how to please a female's body than another female?"
   "Have you ...."
   "Of course, silly ....  best sex I've ever had ....."
   "Moriah ....  do you think I'm sexy?"
   "Debra, you are made of honey ....  but that's for another time .... 
let's get back to the party."
   "Thanks for your advice, Moriah ...."
   "Again ...  you're welcome ....  it's what your mother wanted ....."
   Chapter 5
   After the wedding, Debra found herself visiting Moriah at her office on
a regular basis.  It started innocently enough on the Monday following the
nuptials when Debra's psychology professor gave them an assignment due by
the end of the following week.  For the remainder of the class, Debra found
she could not concentrate on the lecture.  Rather, she found herself
thinking of Moriah ....  of her exquisite body .....  her long smooth
feminine legs ......  her gorgeous breasts ......  her deep, deep brown
eyes ....  God, she was ravishing.
   Yet as beautiful and sexy as she was, her advice on how to handle
Debra's boyfriend was even more extraordinary.  Somehow, Moriah had managed
to convince her father that a girl her age should not be kept on a leash.
After their talk in the powder room, she saw Moriah go to the bar and lead
him away from the televised football game.  (This was a feat in of itself
because Debra knew his passion for the game.) She steered him to a soft
couch adjacent to the one she was sitting at with her date.  She put her
hands on his cheeks and turned his gaze towards her.
   As he stared intensely into her deep brown eyes, she spoke softly to him
saying something like, "Marci's at home" but Debra did not know anyone
named Marci.  Her father seemed to melt as Moriah's hands then drew him to
the couch with her.  There he, an outspoken minister, sat for a good
half-hour.  Clinging to his side (where her mother should have been - a
voice deep within her added) was the most desirable female Debra had ever
seen.  (Even now, as Debra recounted the events to herself, she ignored the
voice from within reasoning that her mother made her decision to go to the
Middle East, knowing the importance of the wedding to family and friends.
They were very fortunate to have Moriah graciously step in and attend
instead.) The whole time they sat, Moriah whispered in her father's ear. 
He said little, constantly nodding his head instead.  Every so often,
Moriah would interrupt her whispering and offer her ear to him.  He would
whisper something into it, Moriah would smile, and resume her whispering.
   At the end of the half hour, her father turned towards them, "Sugar",
(oh how Debra hated that nickname) "a young girl like you is very
impressionable and susceptible to provocative ideas of different sexual
life styles ..." Debra was on the verge of tuning him out ....  a speech
she could recite from memory chapter and verse ....  until he mentioned
'provocative ideas of different sexual life styles' ....  he had never used
such language before .....  she now hung on his every word.
   "Your mother and I have always had your best interest in mind ....  "
   "Whatever he is trying to say, he seems to be resisting it ..." Debra
thought to herself.
   At this point, Moriah seemed to take control if only to help him get the
thoughts from his mind to his tongue ....  wrapping her arms around one of
his she pressed her breasts against it and said softly, "I'm sure Debra has
heard most of this speech before, tell her what you've decided ...."
   "Well ....  Moriah feels ....  " - ('so good pressed against me ..... 
God how I worship those tits ......  but I can't do it ....  I have to
resist her' ....  thoughts no one heard but him)
   "Don't tell her how I feel, silly boy ...  I can speak for myself ... 
tell her how you feel ...."
   "I can't ...  you can't ....  " Pressing her breasts more firmly against
him, she shook her head to allow her long fragrant hair to brush against
his face.  The muscles in her father's face slacken and his eyes glazed as
they drifted back to Moriah's cleavage.
   "Don't be so secretive, Reverend - there is nothing improper about
coming to a female for advice .....  particularly about your daughter when
your wife cannot counsel you ...."
   The Reverend resumed his comments to his daughter, " .....  as your
mother is not here to give me a female's perspective, I asked Moriah to
give hers .....  she has brought me over to her way of thinking ...." (God,
Moriah's tits are so soft and inviting - I want to suck them tonight ....)
   "Yes ...  yes ...  which is .....?" Debra prodded.
   "Which is that a girl your age needs to experiment ......"
   "....  to make her own mistakes ..." Moriah inserted.
   "....  to make her own mistakes ...  therefore, effective immediately, I
am forever abandoning the long-standing curfew I have imposed upon you. 
You can come and go as you please."
   "Oh father, thank you ...." After the reception, she went with her date
to a motel where, heeding Moriah's earlier advice, she thoroughly enjoyed
herself ....  without losing her virginity - at the expense of his male
ego. God, the power surge she felt when she erotically teased him into
taking his cock out of his pants to masturbate for her.  Then, she got him
hard again by just whispering dirty and lewd thoughts into his ear.  This
time, instead of allowing him to cum, she made him lick her pussy.
   GOD ...  how good that tongue felt between her legs.  When she was
through with him, he felt like such a fool .....  well, he was ....  and
how did that old saying go ...  a fool and his cum are soon parted ..... 
Debra smiled at her little joke ....  he got all pissed and wasn't going to
drive her home ....  until Debra used her natural feminine wiles to soften
him up again ....  getting him to the point where she said if he drove her
home she would allow him to masturbate for her in the car .....  he eagerly
bent to her will and acquiesced.
   Moriah had taught her a lot that night ...  not only in the powder room,
but also later by her actions when she reduced her father to an obedient
puppy dog.  If Moriah could do that to a man as religious as he ....  then
all males were playthings.  Her boyfriend's ego would recover in time but
if she had given up her virginity to him it would have been lost forever.
No, she had to save it for that right person ....  whomever that might be
....  and offer it up as a token of her true undying love.
   God, to think she was thinking of giving it to a guy whom she had no
intention of spending her entire life with ....  Thank you Moriah ... 
Moriah ....  Moriah ....  God, why couldn't she get that sexy woman out of
her mind ....  she just had to see that fantastic woman again.  Then, the
thought hit her ...  why not use this stupid assignment as a reason to drop
by Moriah's office.  Debra would tell Moriah that she is having problems in
the class and needed some more guidance (actually, she was getting straight
'A's).
   It was settled.  She would just 'show up' at Moriah's office at 5 P.M.
Debra's eyes begun to peruse the others in the lecture hall.  An alert
observer would have noticed that only other females were of interest to her
....  in particular their breasts and legs.  All fell alarmingly short of
measuring up to Moriah.  God ....  when would this lecture end .....  would
5 P.M.  ever come ....?
   Debra stuck to her plan of arriving unannounced.  She reasoned that if
she called ahead, she might very well be told not to come for any number of
reasons.  If, however, she just all of a sudden materialized, her chances
of seeing Moriah would be higher.  She stood at Moriah's office door for a
full two minutes trying to calm and compose herself.
   Should she go home and change into something more exciting than these
blue jeans and blouse?  Thinking about this moment all day had worked her
into an emotional frenzy.  Even now she felt a wetness between her legs. 
Taking a deep breath, she quietly opened the door.  The sight awaiting her
on the other side did nothing to dilute her hormones.  Instead, an extra
dose shot through her like a bolt of lighting when her eyes feasted on a
feminine form in a short tight black leather skirt bending over a desk. 
Because of the fullness of her ass, the skirt had ridden up to expose the
tops of her thigh high stockings.  Whomever she was, she had excellent
balance because although she wore a pair of black six-inch stiletto heels,
one knee was bent at a right angle with the heel pointing back towards the
door.  When Debra closed the door behind her, the sexy vision placed her
foot on the floor, straighten, and spun around.
   "Yes ....  may I help you? ........." Debra was speechless as her eyes
fasten themselves to the firm breasts on display in a low cut scoop necked
blouse.  "God, she sure has anyone I've seen today beat ...." Debra thought
to herself ....  then, catching herself wondered why her sudden
preoccupation with the female body.
   "May I help you Miss....."
   "I'm ......  I'm .....  "
   "Yes?"
   "I'm here to see Moriah."
   "Do you have an appointment?  I do not remember any further appointments
for today ...."
   "No ...  no appointment ...."
   "Does she know you?"
   "Well, we met at a wedding this weekend ....  but I doubt she will
remember me ...."
   "By any chance are you Debra Lewis ....  The Reverend's daughter?"
   "Why ....  yes I am ....  how did you know?"
   "She talked about you today."
   "She did ....  she talked about me? ....," Debra asked excitedly.  Debra
felt a rush of pleasure wash through her ....  Moriah had actually talked
about her today ....  "What did she say? ..."
   "I really don't feel it's my place to say ....  but hold on, and I'll
tell her you're here ..." All the while, Debra had not taken her eyes from
the young woman's chest.  This was interrupted when the young woman spun
around and leaned over the desk once again.  Debra's eyes reattached
themselves to her sensuous ass while she buzzed the intercom.
   "Yes ...  what is it Karla?.......", Debra felt an erotic chill at the
sound of Moriah's voice.
   "Excuse me for interrupting, Doctor, but Ms.  Debra Lewis is here to see
you ...."
   After a brief pause the reply came, " ....  Excellent ...  tell her
we'll see her momentarily ...  Why don't you two get to know one another in
the meanwhile!"
   "Yes Ma'am ...." Though Debra heard the plural pronoun she was too giddy
from the sound of Moriah's voice and the feminine charms on display before
her to question who else might be in the office.  "My name is Karla ..... I
know Moriah enjoyed the wedding by the way she has talked about it all day
.....  did you have a good time too?"
   "Oh yes, Karla ....  the wedding was nice ...  the reception started out
slow but got better ....  due in no small part to Moriah ....  and
afterwards ....  I had a ball with my date ...."
   "Your boyfriend?"
   "I used to think he was ....  but not any more ...  "
   "I'm sorry to hear that ....."
   "Don't be ...  Moriah gave me some excellent advice .........."
   "Yes ...  she does do that ....  give excellent advice ........  I
follow her suggestions to the letter and have never been happier in my
life."
   "Do you mean ...?"
   "Yes ...  I am a patient of hers as well as her private secretary.  I
could never afford her rates so she offered me this position and throws in
the sessions as a benefit ...."
   "Wow ...  you are very lucky ....  listen ....  if you have somewhere to
go don't let me hold you up..."
   "No ...  I have no plans for tonight ...."
   "But the clothes ...."
   "Oh these ....  Moriah insists I dress this way ....  she wants me to be
myself."
   "Wow ....  you have a great body."
   Karla blushed as she responded, "Why thank you Debra.  I was completely
different before I met Moriah.  She has changed me in oh so many ways ...
both mentally and physically ...." The intercom buzzed.
   "Karla, you can send Debra in now.  Can you stay around for awhile?  I
may have a special errand for you to run later."
   "Of course Ma'am ....  you know I will do anything for you ...."
   "You're a sweetie ...." Karla turned beet red ....  far exceeding her
response to Debra's compliment about her body.  When Debra entered Moriah's
office she found herself in the presence of two Goddesses.  The sight and
sound of Moriah made Debra's heart flutter.  The sexiness of the females
she had been gawking at all day dissolved into plainness.  With her was
another female of equal beauty, style, and grace.
   "Debra, I am so glad you are here.  This is my sister Elvyra."
   "I am so glad to meet you, honey ....  Moriah has told me so much about
you ....." Elvyra held her hand out in greeting.  Debra was awestruck.
   "You're .....  you're .....  you're as bewitching as Moriah ...."
   "And just as smart ..." Moriah added.
   "Why thank you ......  both of you ......"
   "To what do we owe this pleasure, Debra, darling?" Moriah asked.  Debra
gave her spiel about the paper and needing help.  At first, Moriah feigned
interest in providing any assistance.  In reality, there was no way she
would allow this feminine diamond in the rough to escape her very special
guidance.  It was only after she had Debra actually begging for help that
she 'acquiesced'.
   She agreed to the study sessions - the first that night and then every
other night thereafter.  Moriah decided she would actually write the paper
and use the 'study sessions' for other, more provocative issues.  The
actual subject of the paper was trivial.  The hard part would be to write
it as if it came from a nineteen-year-old psyche 101 student.
   Elvyra deftly melted into the background.  It was obvious that Moriah
had Debra so smitten that her immediate presence was not only not needed
but would only delay the fun and games to come later.  In moments, Moriah
had Debra completely absorbed in her words, oblivious to the presence of
anyone else.  Elvyra did not view this as a slap in the face to her
seductive femininity but rather a tribute to Moriah's bewitchment prowess.
On other occasions, she was the primary seductress.  The only concern was
the end result.
   Moriah's first order of business was to get Debra into the right frame
of mind.  A mind set which had nothing to do with the assignment and
everything to do with the way she was in the ladies' room at the wedding.
Moriah told her that the secret to learning was relaxation and she was much
too tense at the moment.  Using this ploy, Debra was enticed over to a
recliner for some relaxation exercises.
   "Debra, relaxation is a discipline.  You must learn to relax on command
....."
   "But Moriah, I can't do that."
   "Shhhhhhhhhh my pet, first I will get you to relax on my command .....
when I have you obeying my voice I can target that obedience to your inner
most thoughts .....  sound good?"
   "Yes ...  Moriah ....  anything you say sounds good to me when you say
it ....  but I don't think I can....."
   "Shhhhhhhh honey, just listen, absorb, and do as your inner most
thoughts dictate ...." Moriah chose her words carefully.  Each had to have
just the right meaning for both Debra's conscious and subconscious mind. 
(pet ...  relax on my command ....  when I have you obeying my voice .. 
target that obedience ......  your thoughts).  Though she wore a high neck
blouse which did not highlight her magnificent breast, Moriah had the very
pendant she wore at the wedding around her neck.  Her cleavage made for a
much more enticing backdrop but the darkness of the blouse made the pendant
stand out.  Removing it, she held it in front of Debra whose eyes were
immediately drawn to it.  The angle of the recliner forced her eyes to a
downward angle.
   "Do you remember this, Debra?"
   "Yes ...  you wore it at the wedding .....  I remember admiring it
....."
   "Do you remember it has very special powers ....."
   "I seem to remember you saying something about that but I can't ....."
   "Shhhhhhhhh ....  my sweet .....  just watch the beautiful pendant ....
listen to my voice ...  watch and listen ....  listen and watch .....  the
pendant ....  my voice .....  you just said you can't .....  but you can
....  you can do anything we put your mind to .....  follow the pendant
.....  back and forth ....  follow my voice ....  deeper and deeper .... 
you see nothing but the pendant ....  you hear nothing but my voice ...."
Just as in the powder room, Moriah began to swing the pendant ever so
gently from side to side ....  and, just as in the powder room, Debra
followed it with her eyes keeping her head still.  Moriah increased its arc
and continued to raise it over Debra's head until her eyes became
completely unfocused and moved in the familiar arc of windshield wipers. 
As before, Moriah continued Debra's induction.
   "You see nothing but the pendant ....  you hear nothing but my voice
.... your eyes must follow the pendant .....  just as your mind must follow
my voice .....  back and forth ....  deeper and deeper ....  your eyes ...
the pendant ....  your mind ....  my voice ....  though your eyes are open
and you can see the pendant you are falling into a deep deep sleep .....  a
deep ....  deep ....  sleep .....  all you can hear is my voice .....  it
is the most soothing ....  the most erotic.....  the most electrifying
..... the most compelling voice you have ever heard .....  you must listen
to it ....  you must absorb its words .....  you must obey it as it speaks
your inner most thoughts ....  my voice is the voice of your mind ..... 
your innermost desires .....  follow the pendant and follow the voice ....
say it Debra ....  say it and know it to be true ....." As expected, Debra
went much quicker this time ....  much quicker and very much deeper .... 
Before the paper is due, Debra's mind will be completely open to all of
Moriah's suggestions.  She will be but a sexual puppet ....  an extension
of Moriah's lust.
   "Your voice is the voice of my mind ......  your voice is the voice of
my inner most desires...."
   "You must obey your thoughts .....  your thoughts are your will .... 
your will is what's best for you ....  my voice ....  your thoughts .... 
your will ....  best for you ....  must be obeyed!  My voice ....  your
will ....  best for you .....  must be obeyed ......  my voice ....  best
for you ....  must be obeyed .....  my voice ....  must be obeyed .....  my
voice ....  obey ....  obey ....  my voice ...  obey ....  my voice .... 
obey my voice ....  say it my pet ....  say it and know it's truth .... 
say it and feel the pleasure of obeying my voice ....  say it and feel your
pussy moisten with sexual pleasure ....  each time you say it the sexual
pleasure shall intensify ...  sexual pleasure no male can ever give you
...."
   "Your voice ....  must be obeyed ....  your voice ....  oooo .....  bey
.....  your voice .....  ooooooohhhh bey your voice .....  oooh yes .... 
yes ....a obey ....  your voice ....  oooooooh ...  oooooh oooobey ..... 
ooooooooobey ......" Debra's breathing had quickened and she was bucking
wildly.
   "Cum for me, Debra .....  cum for the voice you must obey .....  orgasm
for your Mistress ....no male can make you feel this way .....  only
females .....  "
   "Cuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiiinnngggggggg OOOOOOOHHHHH YES ....  YES ....  YES
....."
   "Tell me, my honey pot, who can make you feel this way ....."
   "Ooooooooooooooonly feeeeeeeeeeeeemales ......."
   "Yesssssssssss .....  and who in particular ............."
   "My MMMMMMMMisssssssssssstress .........."
   "Very good, my sweet ....  now sleep ....  sleep ....  sleep ..... 
relax and sleep ......  that's it ....  relax ....  now tell me Debra, how
are you doing in this class you've come to me about?"
   "I have an 'A' in the class ......"
   "If you have an 'A' in the class then why did you come for my help?"
   "Because I have been thinking about you since the wedding .....  even
when I was teasing my boyfriend I was thinking of you .....  I had to see
you again ......" Moriah smiled to herself.  The post hypnotic suggestion
that Debra would fall madly in love with her and become eager to do her
bidding just for the happiness of pleasing her had taken hold.  This also
meant she would not need to write the paper ....  Debra will write it
herself thinking she had received help ....
   "Debra, listen to me ...  listen to the voice of your mind .....  Moriah
is a word with hidden meanings .....  it means 'I love you .....  I worship
you' ....  whenever you call me by my name you shall be saying 'you love me
......  you worship me' .....  and each time you say it you shall love and
worship me more than before and you will become just a little more aware or
the fact that you are deeply in love with me ....  slowly but surely you
will realize that you are totally head over heels in love with my body ....
you will become aware that you will do anything to please me .....  accept
these thoughts as your own ....  NOW ...."
   "Remember that you feel completely at ease talking with Moriah about
anything ....  the more personal and private the subject ....  the more
Moriah is the only one you can talk to ....  Now tell me, my pet, what do
you think of my sister Elvyra?"
   "She is gorgeous .....  she has a magnificent body ....  I love her
perfume .....  "
   "Do you remember her voice .....  it is like velvet ....
   "Like velvet ....."
   "Debra, you are a very smart young sexy woman .....  say it ....."
   "I am a very smart young sexy woman ....."
   "You know that every brain has two sides ...  a left side and a right
side .....  "
   "Yes .....  two sides ...."
   "My voice is the voice of one side of your brain ....  and Elvyra's the
voice of the other.....  whenever one of us whispers something in your ear
you shall accept it as your truth ....."
   "Moriah ....  Elvyra ...  whisper......  my ear .....accept .....  as
truth ....." Moriah led Debra over to a couch where her sister awaited her.
Elvyra immediately begun her assault on her by tongue kissing and blowing
her hot breath into one ear.  Debra's reaction was volcanic.  Having done
this before, the sisters had found that the subject was most receptive to
their suggestions when in a combined state of hypnosis and sexual arousal.
As Debra twisted and turned like an autumn leaf, Elvyra unbuttoned the
teenager's blouse and blue jeans and unzipped the fly ....  leaving her
breasts and pussy very much exposed to further manipulation.  With Moriah
providing the visuals, Elvyra initiated the next phase of Debra's
corruption.
   "Look at Moriah, your Mistress ....," she whispered while flicking her
tongue in Debra's ear, ".....  she is the most beautiful, erotic, seductive
creature you have ever seen .....  feel the effect the sight of her .... 
the very thought of her ....  has on you ....." Elvyra slid her hand under
Debra's panties and gently massaged her clit, sending her still further
over the edge.  The fact that she was still wet from cumming earlier turned
Elvyra on ....  causing an intensification of her words ...
   "Look at her ass .....  (Moriah turned around and bent over to present a
most seductive pose) .....  you have never seen a more luscious ass .....
you will dream about it ....  you will want to worship Moriah's ass with
your tongue ....  you will fantasize when asleep and awake about sniffing
Moriah's pussy ....  you must find a way to get your face between her
thighs .....  even if it means surrendering your virginity to her .... 
your virginity will mean nothing to you when compared with the opportunity
to worship at Moriah's holy shrine ......" Elvyra had both of Debra's
breasts free of their bra cups.  She slowly twirled each nipple between her
thumb and forefinger.  First one ...  then the other ....  they became hard
and erect, begging to be sucked.
   "Debra ....  listen to your inner voice ....  you have a sexy body ....
you have been denied sexual pleasure for too long ....  as your primary sex
partner has not been made known to you yet you must provide yourself with
that pleasure .....  while fantasizing about your perfect dream lover ....
these are your thoughts ....  aren't they Debra ...."
   "Yessssssss .........  "
   "Debra ...  do you have ...  or ever seen ....  or used a vibrator
....?"
   "No ........  my father will never allow me to possess any such thing
...."
   "Debra, this is a vibrator ....  the next time you see one you will
believe it to be the first you've ever seen.  You will know how to use it
because you are a slut conceived out of the lust of your parents ....  feel
how to use it on your pussy .....  ass ....  and tits ...." Elvyra
proceeded to bring Debra to orgasm with the vibrator at each spot ...
   "You must be careful with your pussy so as not to penetrate yourself
.... you must save yourself for your perfect dream lover .....  but you can
still make yourself cum ...."
   "Oooooooooooooooo God ...  that feels so good .....  I'm cummmmmmmming
....."
   "Yes ....  soooo good Debra .....  better than any male can do you
....."
   "Better than any male can do me ....."
   "You must wear sexier clothes to attract your dream lover ......"
   "Yesssssss ....  but I have none ....  my father will not allow such
clothes in the house ...."
   "Debra my pet, listen intently as I whisper your inner most thoughts to
you ....  your father as you know him is leaving you ....  not your
biological father .....  but the spirit of the man who has prevented you
from being your natural feminine self.  In place of that male form will be
a new life force ....  one who shall believe he has always wanted to by
your sugar daddy .....  you Shall believe it too ....this is why he has
always called you sugar .....  you shall from hence forth call him 'daddy'
rather than 'father' .....  and when he especially pleases you, you shall
call him 'daaaaaaaaddddddy' .......  he will have a desire to provide you
with sexy clothes and erotic play toys to attract lovers ....  Feminine
lovers ....  he will neither expect nor accept sexual favors in return.  He
is just another male and is to be treated as such ...."
   "But father ...."
   "Who ......  Debra?  Who is father?"
   Debra corrected herself, "But daddy is a minister ...."
   "Your daddy is a male by birth .....  he has been a male all his life
....  but only a minister the last twenty-two years or so ....  he is to be
teased like all males ...he wants to be your guinea pig .....  you will
practice teasing him with your body .....  then, when you choose other
males to tease, you will be the one in power.  Each night before going to
bed, you will go into your bathroom and masturbate while fantasizing about
your perfect lover.  You will be very vocal as you become hotter and hotter
....  only your sugar daddy will be in the house and he will want you to
pleasure yourself so your sounds will be one of his rewards.  When you cum,
you shall do so in the panties you have worn all day.  After cumming, you
will need to pee ....  you will pee through the panties and on the bra you
have been wearing all day.  These articles you shall leave in your hamper.
You shall sleep with no panties covering your pussy ....  while you sleep
you shall dream of your perfect lover ....  her face will always be in
shadows so you will not be able to recognize her .....  but you will know
you have seen that magnificent body somewhere ...  when you dream of her
you shall play with yourself using the vibrator you shall keep under your
pillow.  Each morning you shall do nothing to hide the fact that you have
been masturbating.  You shall leave the bed turned back so the wet sheet
shows where the honey oozed from your pussy.  You shall leave your vibrator
in the middle of the honeycomb as an additional Marker.  Each morning when
you awaken, your underwear shall be gone from the hamper .....  each
evening when you return home there will be clean sheets on your bed and the
vibrator shall be under your pillow again ....  you will never even think
to question how or why ....  all that will matter will be repeating this
ritual again ......  and again ....  and again .....  absorb these thoughts
as you own ...."
   Elvyra slid her hand back inside Debra's panties - enjoying the fineness
of her pubic hair.  She knew that some day soon when Moriah had Debra
totally under her sexual spell Debra would shave her own pussy for no other
reason than to please her new Mistress.  That's what it was all about to
Elvyra and Moriah ....  the seduction ....  the power ....  the influence
....  to make another do their bidding ....  Elvyra rubbed her hand back
and forth across Debra's moist pussy.  When her fingers were saturated with
nectar she brought them to Debra's mouth.
   "Debra ...  suck your own cum ...  savor it ....  you find it is one of
your favorite tastes ....  there are only two things you love more .... 
one is the taste of another female's pussy.  But, most of all, you will
love the taste of the nectar which radiates from your perfect dream lover's
holy shrine." While Elvyra spoon fed Debra's mind ....  Debra feasted on
her own juices .....  Moriah went to the intercom and buzzed Karla.
   "Yes, Ma'am? ...."
   "Karla my sweet, come in here to lick Debra's virgin pussy and suck her
tits ....."
   "Yesssssssss, Ma'am ....." Using only her tongue, Karla proceeded to
bring another cluster of orgasms to Debra.  This was not surprising as her
tongue had been trained to give pleasure by Moriah herself.  Karla played
her like a master trombone player ....  constantly sliding up and down ....
always knowing where to put her lips and tongue .....  bringing her up and
down the orgasmic scales.  This was too good not to share.  Moriah picked
up the phone and pushed one of the speed dial numbers ....  after two rings
there was a voice on the other end.  She put it on speaker so Elvyra could
hear too.
   "Hello ....  Reverend Lewis ....  how may I help you ...."
   "Hello Marci," Moriah purred.  There was tense silence on the other end
.....  "Marci, this is your Mistress ...."
   "I know who it is ....  I begged you not to call me again ....  unless
you were going to give me my wife back ...."
   "No pet, as far as I know she is still having a fucking good time in the
Middle East."
   "Then why? .....  I've been practicing and I can resist you now ....."
Moriah laughed out loud.
   "Practicing? .....  what do you do ....  look at the picture of me you
have on your bureau ....  in the picture frame that used to hold your
wedding picture ....  and then try not to masturbate .....  "
   "Yeah ....  something like that ...."
   "Let's try it, Marci ..."
   "My name's not Marci ....  it's ....."
   "No Marci ....  we'll play the name game later ....  right now you're
resisting me - remember ....  picture me in the low cut dress I wore to the
wedding .....  do you see me in your mind, Marci?"
   "Yes ....  I see you ...."
   "Now think of us sitting on the couch when I was swaying you to drop
Debra's curfew ...  can you see us Marci.....  nice and cozy ....  intimate
...."
   "Yes ....  "
   "Who gave you the words to say, Marci ...."
   "You did ....  but I resisted you ...."
   "No, Marci ....  you only attempted to resist me ....  just as you think
you are now ....  but tell me what thoughts were going through your head
when you started to resist me ...."
   "I was thinking about your tits and how I worship them ...  then I came
to my senses and said I could not do it ...."
   "Yes ....  and then, my resistance fighter ...  what happened ...."
   "You smiled ....  pressed your tits firmly into my arm and shook your
hair in my face ...."
   "And then ...."
   "I don't remember ....  all I could think about after that was your
tantalizing tits and how I wanted to suck them later that night ....."
   "And did I permit you to suck my tits, Marci ...?"
   "Yessssssss ...."
   "Where ....  Marci ..."
   "In my bedroom ....
   "On your bed ....  the very bed you once shared with your wife ....  "
   "Yessssssssss ..."
   "I had you naked ....  on your wife's bed .....  and I brushed my tits
back and forth across your lips .....  teasing you with my nipples .... 
making you wait to taste them ....  didn't I, Marci ....?"
   "Yesssssssss ....."
   "What are you doing now, Marci ....?"
   "I'm ........  I'm .......  I'm playing with my cock ......"
   "Did you take it out of your pants while I was talking to you, Marci?"
   "Yessssssssssss."
   "Good sissy .....  see just the sound of my voice gives you an
uncontrollable urge to masturbate .....  continue to play with yourself
while I talk with you, Marci ......  you love how I make you feel ..... 
don't you, Marci ....?"
   "Yesssssssssssssss ......."
   "I'll tell you why your resistance didn't bother me, Marci.  I knew it
was futile.  I have instilled in you an obsession with tits .... 
especially mine and your daughter's.  That is why seeing or feeling my tits
press against you has such an effect ....  my hair had been scented with
Elvyra's mind numbing perfume so when I shook it in your face you quickly
fell back under my spell and your weak sissy will melted.  Furthermore, I
love to make males heel in public ....  especially in front of an
impressionable daughter I have my her eye on ......"
   "Stay away from my daughter ....  please stay away from Debra ...."
   "You're too late Marci ...  I've begun seducing her at the reception
.... you and her boyfriend helped by showing how easily males can be
manipulated by females.  She is already smitten with me and falls more in
love with me with each breath she takes .....  she is even fabricating
reasons to come see me at my office.  That is why I called Marci .... 
right now Karla is licking her pussy and sucking her tits ...  much like I
had you do for me after the wedding ...  listen to Elvyra and Karla put her
though hoops ...."
   "Debra ....  you love what Karla is doing to you don't you ....."
   "Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssss .......  yesssssssss!"
   "Is Karla better than your boyfriend?"
   "God yessssss ....  better ....  better ......"
   "Karla can give you more pleasure with her tongue than any male can with
his cock or tongue ....  say it Debra."
   "Karla can give me more pleasure with her tongue than any male can with
his cock or tongue...."
   "You can never go back to males ....  you only want females to service
you .....  say it Debra and know it to be true forever ....."
   "I can never go back to males ....  I only want females to service me
....."
   "You do not even want males to touch you ....  you only want the caress
of a female ....."
   "I do not even want males to touch me ....  I only want the caress of a
female .....  oh oh oh yes .."
   ".....  males are not for fucking ....  males are for fucking with their
brains ....  "
   ".....  males are not for fucking ....  males are for fucking with their
brains ....  "
   "Heard enough, Marci?"
   "Yes ...."
   "Did you continue playing with yourself while you listened to your
daughter, Marci?"
   "Yes ...."
   "Then cum, Marci ....  cum for your Mistress ....."
   "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
   "That's it .....  all over your hand and panties .....  tell me when you
are done cumming ...."
   After a few minutes, Marci asked, "What do you want from me, Mistress?"
   "That's better, Marci ....  I want you here in my office in one hour
..."
   "But I can't ....  I have an appointment with the elders of the church
...."
   "What's more important ....  your meeting or your daughter .....  find a
aeason to cancel it and come to me .....  what panties are you wearing,
Marci?"
   "My white satin ones, Mistress...."
   "Change into your pink silk panties, pink thigh highs, and wear the
matching camisole, my sissy girl ..."
   "Yes Mistress ....." Moriah disconnected him.  Everyone turned their
attention back to Debra.  Elvyra began to awaken her so she would be gone
by the time her father arrived.
   "Debra ....  at the count of three you will awaken ....  you will have
no conscious remembrance of anything which has occurred.  Your subconscious
shall remember everything it has learned and absorbed as truth ..... 
especially everything it has learned about your budding relationship with
Moriah ....  your clothes are in disarray but that is natural.  You shall
stand up, pull your bra cups back over your sexy tits, button your blouse,
take tissues from the desk to dry off your moist sticky pussy, and then zip
and buckle your blue jeans .....  all while having a normal conversation
with us.  You will notice Karla has joined us in our discussion about your
paper and be thankful for her input.  One ....  two .....  three .... 
awaken, Debra ...." Debra eyes slowly came back into focus.
   "Oh boy ....  look at the time .....  I'm sorry ....  I did not intend
to take so much of your time.  I better be going .....  my fathe ..... 
daddy will be worried ..." Debra stood and pulled her bra cups taut over
her exposed tits her erect sensitive nipples pressing against the fabric.
As she buttoned her blouse, Moriah reminded her of her new found freedom
from her father's clock.  She took the box of tissues off Moriah's deck and
patted her pussy dry while thanking Karla for her input on the paper. 
Then, as she zipped and buttoned her jeans, she inquired about the time to
arrive on Wednesday.
   "My last class is over at three.  I can cut it if you want and come even
earlier!" (Moriah smiled to herself thinking, "She really is getting
addicted to me .......")
   "No, Debra, five is just fine ....  I have work to do ....  now give
Elvyra a hug goodbye ..."
   During the embrace, Elvyra whispered hotly in Debra's ear, "You are
falling madly in love with Moriah ....  you will have wet dreams about her
tonight though her face will be in shadows ..." The words seeped right
through Debra's conscious mind, their meaning resulting in a direct hit in
her subconscious.
   "Now come give me your biggest hug, sexy ...." Moriah pressed her tits
against Debra's and whispered, "Remember ....  Moriah means 'I love you
.... I worship you'.  This is a secret meaning ....  so secret that you
cannot consciously remember ......  you will remember to forget ..... 
pleasant dreams, sweetie pie."
   "Good bye, Elvyra ...  Good night Moriah ....  you know ...  you have
such a pretty name ...  I love saying it ....  "
   "And I love to hear your voice say it ....  say it again before you go,
Debra ..."
   "Moriah ...."
   "Again, my love ...."
   "Moriah ...."
   "Again ...."
   "Moriah ....," the last time she said it, Debra quivered as though a
chilling wind had passed through her ....  in reality it was a charge of
sexual energy brought forth from saying Moriah's name ....  just the
response the psychologist was expecting.  Debra left Moriah's office on
cloud nine.  The drive home was like a dream.  She was aware of everything
around her but the image of Moriah danced in front of her ....  as if it
was luring her to a special destination.
   The Web of Sin - chapter 6
   Exactly one hour after Moriah dismissed him over the phone, the reverend
Lewis entered her outer office.  Early on in his subjugation by the sister
Dominatrixes they had instilled in him the importance of being where they
wanted him when they wanted him.  Thankfully, the office building was
relatively deserted because of the hour.  All he needed was to run into
someone from his flock who either needed advice or might ask the wrong
questions.  The receptionist's work station, where that vamp Karla flirted
openly with everyone, was vacant - though it did not appear to have been
abandoned for the evening.  Just as well, Karla seemed to know of his
predicament and the path of degradation he walked for Moriah and Elvyra. 
Karla teased him about it excessively.
   "Is that you, Reverend ....  there's some water and a pill on Karla's
desk.  I want you to take the pill with the water and then to come into my
office .....my sissy girl .......".
   Knowing he was being watched, Reverend Lewis picked up the pill but
feigned putting it in his mouth.  The large white styrofoam cup was filled
to the top with water - far too much for the ingestion of one pill.  He
picked up the cup with his free hand and brought it to his lips.  Though he
had not intended to drink the whole cup, he did so to help mask his
disposal of the pill in the trash can besides Karla's desk.  Though not a
big water drinker, its surprising sweetness helped him empty the cup.  His
ability to defy Moriah's will gave his confidence a boost to the degree
that he literally tingled.  He never felt more ready to face what he looked
upon as evil as he did at that moment.  Following the sound of her voice,
he found Moriah standing in the middle of her lair.
   "I am not your sissy ....  and I certainly not a girl ...." Reverend
Lewis replied in defiance as he entered Moriah's inner sanctuary.  He
stopped in mid sentence as soon as his eyes found Moriah.  Since Debra's
departure, Moriah had changed into one of the sexy black dresses she kept
at the office.  She only used them when she wanted to befuddle a subject or
melt a rival psychologist's will so she could mold it to her own.  This
particular dress clung to every feminine curve on her body.  The plunging
neckline and bare back left no doubt that she wore no bra.  Its length
covered very little of her bare muscular legs.  The necklace she wore was
purposely long and disappeared into the dark canyon formed by her breasts.
Its sole purpose was to lure the wandering eye to her mesmerizing breasts.
On her feet, she wore five inch sandals which highlighted her candy apple
red pedicured toes.  (She had crushed many an adversary's ability to think
wearing this outfit.  First, she would draw attention to it by asking if
he, or she, found it too distracting.  They always replied in the negative
- implying that they were intellectually beyond physical persuasions. 
Then, while they attempted to present their arguments, Moriah would walk
around her office deftly observing which part of her magnificent body their
eye was drawn to.  It was almost always her breasts, pussy, or ass: but
some females were attracted to her toes.  Once determining their weakness,
she would either sit or arch her body to give a full sample of her charms.
It was at this point that her prey either lost their ability to speak or
became complete babbling fools.  In either regard, their will became
subject to her manipulating suggestions.  The Reverend had proved to be no
different as evident by the bulge forming in his pants.)
   "Keep it up marci.  I love to see the males I am in the process of
devouring in self-denial.  You're making me wet ....  why don't you come
with me to the couch ....?  We can join Mistress Elvyra there and discuss
yours and Debra's future."
   "Where is Debra ....", he asked in an unsuccessful attempt to have
control over the topics of discussion.
   "Before I answer your question, tell me what excuse you used to get out
of your meeting!"
   "I lied ....  I said I had to see a dying man ......  please let me see
Debra ......  "
   "No marci, you did not lie .....  You are the dying man you spoke of
......", Moriah taunted, "...........  Elvyra and I are systematically
bringing about the demise of you and all those you hold so dearly.  We have
already transformed your beloved wife into a mindless slut who brought us a
cool million on the open market.  We have you well on your way to dying
.... to losing your life as you've known it ....  and then being reborn in
the after life we have selected for you.  We have your daughter under our
Hypnotic Sway.  Soon she will live only to do our bidding.  That leaves
just your son whom you will lead to us .............."
   "I will do no such thing .....  ", Reverend Lewis responded though his
voice was less forceful than earlier.
   "Oh but you will, marci ....  soon you will not only accept your fate,
you will welcome it .....  you will beg us to change your body .....  to
give you tits that you can use to seduce other males for either the purpose
of having sex with them or luring them into our Web .....  your body is
already beginning to change .....  the drug you just took is racing through
your body .....  "
   The Reverend cut her off, "Wrong, Moriah.  Do you think me a fool .... I
only faked taking your drug ....  I actually threw it away in Karla's trash
can .....  "
   "Of course you did, marci ....  I not only know what you are but also
what you are becoming as well ......  you forget what I am .....  a skilled
psychologist who has studied the human mind .....  I knew you would not
take your first pill willingly so I dissolved another in the water you
drank .....  tasted sweet didn't it ....  your whole body should be
tingling from its effects ......  your breasts will be the first thing you
notice ....  when we touch your nipples later, they are going to quiver
with sexual excitement ....  you will both pray that we stop and beg us to
continue as you will love the pain .....  another affect of the drug is
over time your body hair will irritate your skin .....  to the point that
you'll willingly shave yourself smooth to get relief .....  but all that's
for another time .....  to answer your question, I sent Debra home .......
she's waiting for you there now ....  ", Moriah replied.
   "Then, I have no business with you ....  my place is home with my
daughter .....  I do not like the idea of her being home alone ....",
Reverend Lewis declared trying to ignore what he had just heard.
   "Oh, don't worry marci," Elvyra countered, " ....  we sent our Great
Dane, Sarge to keep her company ...."
   "YOU DID WHAT ....."
   Moriah took his hand in hers, brought it to her lips and kissed it
softly.  Her touch melted his confidence of moments before, though the
tingling he had associated with it grew in intensity.  The sensuality of
the moment turned his attention away from his beloved daughter.  As he once
again fell victim to the fragrance of her perfume, marci's thoughts strayed
to images of these two seductresses and how wonderful they made him feel.
Still holding his hand, Moriah led him to the couch where Elvyra awaited
them in a red outfit equally provocative as hers.
   "Don't worry my pet," Moriah reassured him, "my sister is merely teasing
you.  I have no intention of allowing Sarge near her.  I have very special
personal plans for our Debra!"
   "Your Debra .....she's my daughter - not your ......",
   The reference to Debra as a possession and all its implications was not
lost on marci.  Deep down inside him, he was attempting to use this blatant
display of 'Svengaliism' to exorcise himself of the erotic web Moriah and
Elvyra had spun around him.  This reaction was exactly what Moriah expected
and wanted so they could reinforce upon him exactly how powerless and
enslaved he had become.
   "Shhhhhhhhhhhh ....  my little sissy .....  Debra's future is not
important to you ....  only how special we make you feel .....  L@@K upon
me and tell me if whether or not this is true ............."
   marci's eyes could not help but take in the vision of Femininity
standing before him.  His eyes drifted towards their favorite resting-place
....  her tits ....  soon, he was completely transfixed by their roundness,
fullness, and the depth of her cleavage.  God, how he loved the way her
necklace dangled invitingly into that canyon .....  he felt as though he
was floating on air ....  the sight of her ....  the feel of her ....  her
fragrance .......  all worked together to leave him completely intoxicated
....  his mind could focus on nothing but Moriah ....  Elvyra, and this
euphoric feeling of lust they instilled in him ....  he felt an increasing
desire to confess his feelings towards her ....
   Moriah sat, pulling the reverend down with her so he was now sandwiched
between them.  This was Moriah's and Elvyra's favorite arrangement.  Elvyra
proceeded to undress marci much like she had done Debra earlier.  In short
order, she had the reverend's shirt completely out of his pants and
unbuttoned (exposing the pink camisole Moriah had instructed him to wear),
his belt unbuckled, and his pants opened and unzipped.  The reverend either
did not notice or did not object.  Each temptress toyed with one of his
nipples through the camisole.
   "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", the confused and befuddled reverend
moaned.  Not only had the tingling increased but his nipples ached from
sensitivity as well.  Simultaneously, he wished they would stop and
continue.  Never before had he felt such intense conflicting desires.
   Moriah then spoke the magic words: "Look, Elvyra, marci's home ...."
hearing the hypnotic trigger phase, marci's submissive feminine personality
bubbled to the surface.
   "Oooooooooooooooooh my nipples are so tender and sore ....  you make me
feel so wonderful ....  no one has ever made me feel this way ...."
   "Not even Sandy? ........", Elvyra whispered in his ear ....
   "Who?....................."
   "Your wife silly .....  the one you swore to love ....  honor ....  and
obey .....  the mother of your children .....  the woman you watched us
seduce and enslave .....  "
   "No ....  not even she ......."
   "Especially not your wife ....", corrected Moriah in his other ear, "
.....  she is of no importance to you anymore you shall remember to forget
her name when in our presence .....  now tell us again marci ....  who
makes you feel this wonderful way? .....  "
   "Only you and Mistress Elvyra, Mistress .....  "
   "No one else, marci?"
   "No one else Mistress ....."
   ".....  not even your wife? .....  tell me her name my pet ....."
   "Especially not even my wife .....  her name ....  her name ......  is
not important ....  she is of no importance to me ....."
   "You love us and only us ....."
   "I love you and only you ....."
   "You Love, Honor, and Obey us .....  only us!"
   "I Love, Honor, and Obey You .....  only You!"
   "Not your wife .....  only us ...."
   "Not my wife .....  only you ...."
   "You worship us and only us ....."
   "I worship you and only you ....."
   "No one else .....  nothing else ....  you only worship us ...."
   "No one else .....  nothing else ....  I only worship you ...."
   "No one else is of any importance, Marci ..."
   "No one else is of any importance ....."
   "Not Debra ....  not Paula .....  "
   "Not Debra ....  not Paul .....  "
   "No marci, your oldest's name is Paula ....  you misspelled it on the
birth certificate .....  her true name is Paula not Paul ....  she was
always meant to be a Paula and you shall help us convert her .....  you
have two daughters ....  Debra and Paula ....  and you shall leave their
well being to us .....  we know what is best for them ....."
   "I have two daughters .....  Debra and Paula ......  I leave my
daughters' well being to you ....  you know what is best for them ....."
   "Though you relinquish the responsibility of their well being to us, you
shall do whatever we deem necessary to secure their happiness as we define
it ....  won't you marci! ....."
   "Yes Mistress ....  whatever you deem necessary to secure their
happiness ....."
   "We shall discuss Paula later ....  but as for Debra ......  "
   Elvyra picked up where her sister left off.
   "We have Debra's happiness well under control ....  but you need to
become her sugar daddy and maid, marci ....  you need to buy sexy clothes
for her so she can attract sexy lovers .....  Karla is out buying your
first collection of gifts for her now ....  but in the future we shall
either instruct you what to buy Debra or you shall accompany her on
shopping trips to the most feminine of places ....  you shall find it
necessary to wash any and all of her personal items by hand and hang them
to dry in your bathroom .....  you shall find anything which touches her
body to be totally irresistibly sexy ......  you shall want to look like
her ....  feel like her ....  smell like her ....  all this is true .... 
esn't it marci ....."
   "Yessssssssssssss.....  Mistress ......."
   "You know what we are doing to you don't you marci ......."
   "Yes ..."
   "Tell us marci ....  what are we doing to you ...."
   "You are making me want to be a girl ..........."
   "The term is feminizing marci ....  and we are succeeding .....  aren't
we marci ......."
   "Yessssssssssss .........  you are feminizing me .....  "
   "Correct marci, for the time being we are feminizing you ....  but once
you have ensnared Paula in our web we are going to take you even futher
.....  we are going to transform you into a sexy shemale ....  you are
going to have tits like your daughter .....  you shall look ....  feel ....
and smell like your daughter ......  you shall suck cock like a slut.  All
the while you shall know what we are doing to you and your family marci. 
That little part of you which shall always be Mark shall find the process
sinful and distasteful.  You shall hate yourself for what we are doing to
your love ones.  But you, the feminized marci shall find everything we do
to be erotic and desirable.  You shall love us all the more for all the
sinful things you and your loved ones shall do in our honor ......  tell me
marci, have you ever sucked cock?"
   "No - never!"
   "Have you ever had your cock sucked, marci?"
   "No - never!"
   Both Moriah and Elvyra resumed their assault on marci's nipples sending
him deeper into sexual LALA land.
   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ......  oh God .....  that hurts ............."
   "Do you want us to stop, marci? ........."
   "Yes ...........  please ...........  no .............."
   "Which is it, marci?"
   "Please dooooooooooooooooooon't stop ..........  " he responded, his
eyes now closed with his head thrown back and twisting from side to side.
   "Beg us marci ..........."
   "Oh please please pleeeeeeeeeeease .....  don't stop playing with my
nipples ........."
   Just then, Karla returned from her errand and entered Moriah's office.
   "Why Reverend Lewis, look at you half naked with two sexy females.....
are you trying to lead them into temptation so you can save them from their
sins? ....."
   As he was now incapable of uttering any intelligent sound, Moriah
answered for him, "No, Karla, it is marci who has succumbed to the web we
have spun around him.  He has begun taking the special feminine medicine
I've prepared for him ...  come and welcome him to his New World!"
   Karla knew exactly what was expected of her so she positioned herself in
front of marci.
   "marci .....  open your eyes and feast upon the image before you ...."
The beguiled pastor's eyes obediently opened slightly.  Karla knew from the
glazed look in his eyes and the drool dripping from his mouth that her
Mistresses had him sexually enthralled.  To exploit his susceptibility, she
leaned forward so marci could not help but look down her cleavage.
   Moriah resumed his training.  "Look down her tits you naughty little
girl.....  that's it ....  notice how sexy they are .....  you wish your
little titties were as desirable ....  don't you marci ......."
   "Yessssssss ....."
   "Yes, of course you do ....  the pills I have prepared for you will help
you achieve your goal .....  you must take your pills every day .....  you
will take your pills every day .....  say it marci ......"
   "I must take my pills every day .........."
   "Good girl ....  now watch as Karla removes her blouse and bra ....  pay
attention so you will know what to do once your titties are worthy of
wearing feminine garments ...."
   The Reverend Lewis had never paid much attention to his wife getting
dressed and undressed.  Now, however, his eyes were glued to Karla's
movements.  Every minute gesture was stored away in marci's subconscious
for future reenactments.
   Being naked from the waist up did not embarrass Karla as she was an
exhibitionist who loved to show off her body.  Karla walked up to marci and
straddled his legs.  Pressing her tits together, she dangled them just out
of reach of his mouth.
   "Lick her tits Reverend .....  stick out your tongue like you were
receiving communion and lick each nipple ....." Elvyra cooed.  She had used
his title rather that his given name to torment him.  Nonetheless,
obediently marci's tongue begun flicking Karla's nipples.  After a few
minutes, Karla pulled away, and turned around to present her tight leather
skirted ass.  Slowly, she backed into him until she felt his rigid cock
through his lacy panties.  Karla then began to rub her ass back and forth
against him.  Marci encouraged her by thrusting his cock.
   "Oh marci .....  look at you!" Moraih teased.  "You do need release
don't you!  But we can't have Karla fucking you can we ....  that would be
a sin ....  ask Karla to suck you off ....  "
   "Karla ....  please suck me off ..."
   "Very good marci ...  you said please without my instructing you to ....
now ask her to lick your cock and balls ...."
   "Please lick my cock and balls ...."
   "Tell her you want to have your cock in her mouth ...."
   "I want to have my cock in your mouth ....."
   "You need to feel her mouth slide up and down you cock ...."
   "I need to feel your mouth slide up and down my cock ....."
   "You lust to cum in her mouth ...."
   "I lust to cum in your mouth ....."
   "Very good .....  now say it all again ....  beg for it ....  reverend
slut marci ...."
   "Karla ....  please suck me off ........  please lick my cock and balls
.......  I want to have my cock in your mouth ..... ....  I need to feel
your mouth slide up and down my cock .....  I lust to cum in your mouth
....."
   "Again marci with more passion ....."
   Marci's voice became very emotional ....  saturated with passion .... 
it was a voice he had used many times when preaching moral sermons from the
pulpit ...
   "Karla ....  please suck me off ........  please lick my cock and balls
.......  I want to have my cock in your mouth ..... ....  I need to feel
your mouth slide up and down my cock .....  I lust to cum in your mouth
....."
   "I will marci ....  but only if you promise ......  give your sacred
word .....  that when you have cum in my mouth ....  you will put your face
between my thighs and worship my clit ........  I have already felt your
tongue on my tits ....  I want to feel your tongue on my clit .......... 
will you massage my clit with your tongue reverend slut marci ......?"
   They had totally destroyed marci's moral values .....
   "Yes .......yes ...  yessssssssssssss .....  anything to feel my cock in
your mouth ....."
   With an evil grin which matched the smiles on Moriah and Elvyra, Karla
slid between marci's legs.  As Karla pulled his pants down to his ankles,
Marci lifted his ass off the couch.  This act of encouragement showed his
eagerness to do anything to speed up the process.
   "Nice panties and thigh highs!", Karla teased.  Pushing the panties to
one side, marci's hard erect cock popped free.
   Karla begun her seductive assault by twirling her moist tongue around
the sensitive head and then running it up and down his already swollen
shaft.  To her delight, both grew in thickness.  Marci groaned as his eyes
glistened with desire.  Karla continued teasing him .....  marci no longer
knew or cared he was a Minster of the cloth.  Slowly, she begun to brush
her lips back and forth across the head.  With each pass, she opened her
lips ever more slightly.  Soon, he felt his cock beginning to pass though
her teeth.  When Karla had the entire head of his cock in her mouth, she
clamped her teeth on his shaft.  Marci cried out.  The initial pain quickly
gave way to sheer pleasure as Karla flicked her tongue at his ensnared
member.  When she tired of playing with him in this way, Karla loosened her
hold and begun to suck him into her.  Marci's cock had never experienced
such sensations.  It wasn't long before Karla had him thrusting his hips at
her ....  ready to erupt.  As much as Karla had him under her control,
marci was by completely under Moriah's and Elvyra's hypnotic influence.  He
would be unable to climax until one of the Dominatrixes gave him her
blessing.
   "Is marci ready to cum in Karla's mouth ......?", Moriah whispered in a
soft sexy voice.
   "Yesssssssss ....  "
   "Do you remember your promise to Karla, Reverend....?"
   "Yesssssssss ...  "
   "What is it .....  tell us all again ...."
   "I will massage Karla's clit with my tongue after I cum in her mouth
...."
   "You swear this before your Goddesses ....?"
   "Yessssssssssssssssss I swear it Goddess Moriah ..........."
   "Then cum my pet ............  fill Karla's mouth with your male juices
.........."
   marci let out a cry of sheer pleasure as his white lava flowed into
Karla's waiting mouth.  Excited as he was, it wasn't long before the
volcanic blast from mount marci had run its course.  This pleased both
Elvyra and Moriah because they both looked forward with great joy to the
next phase of marci's debasing.
   In his weaken state, marci offered no resistance as the Dominatrixes
guided him to his knees before the how standing Karla.  They positioned
folding chairs on either side of him so they could offer encouragement and
instructions while he preformed.  Sitting, their lips would be perfectly
positioned at his ear level.
   Moriah cooed into his ear, "Run your hands up the outside of Karla's
legs reverend .....  that's it ....  feel show soft and smooooooooooth her
legs are .....  soft and smooooooooooth .........  just the way you want
your legs to be .............  " The suggestion was planted ....  some
night soon marci would find herself shaving .....  but not his face as he
was accustom to doing, rather he would be shaving 'that annoying body hair
which irritated his skin'.
   Elvyra continued (flicking her tongue in and out of marci's ear as she
spoke), "That's it ...  feel her satin panties .....  hook your thumbs in
the waistband .....  now gently slide the panties down her legs ......"
When the panties reached the floor, Karla steadied herself by put her hands
on marci's shoulders and stepped out of them.
   "Now bring the panties to your face and sniff them marci ..." Moriah
continued.  (The two Dommes had learned that the two of them alternating
their erotic whispering had a powerful effect too seductive to resist.  The
Reverend was no match.  This man of the cloth soon found himself smelling
the cloth which moments earlier had covered Karla's ass and thighs.  The
pungent fragrance led him yet further into their web.
   "It is time marci ....  it is time to fulfill your debt to Karla ....."
   Karla seductively lifted her skirt and flaunted herself to marci.
   "She .....  she .....  she .........  has a cock .........." marci
exclaimed in disbelief.  The discovery shocked him into semi-awareness. 
Moriah knew, however, that they were in no danger of losing him.  As with
each successive induction of hypnosis where the subject goes deeper
naturally and becomes more susceptible to hypnotic suggestions, the
constant attack on a person's moral values interspersed with their
'regular' thought processes quickly results in the diluting of those
values. Given his prior conditioning, Moriah knew she could make marci
believe that she both wanted and needed to suck cock.  In the mental state
they had him, manipulating his values would be child's play.
   "No no silly ......  males have cocks .....  Karla isn't a male is she
....?"
   "I .....  I ......  I .....  don't know ....."
   "Then I will help you, marci .......  L@@K at her tits ....  the very
tits you were sucking moments ago .....  see how seductive they are .....
remember how they tasted in your mouth ....  males don't have tits like
that do they .....?"
   "No.........."
   "Yes .....  males do not have tits like Karla ...." (Moriah purposely
used the positive word 'YES' in response to his correct negative answer to
further confuse him.) "Say it marci ...."
   "Males do not have tits like Karla .....  "
   "So ....  Karla cannot be a male ....  can she, marci!"
   "No ....  Karla cannot be a male ...."
   "Now L@@K at Karla's thighs ...............males have cocks ..........
repeat my pet ........"
   "Males have cocks .........."
   "Karla is not a male .......  say it sissy girl ......" Moriah used the
term which marci had earlier disputed.  Now, he responded to it ......
   "Karla is not a male .......  "
   "If Karla is not a male she cannot have a cock .........  repeat ......"
   "If Karla is not a male she cannot have a cock ........."
   "Karla has a clit ..........  marci .........."
   "Karla has a clit .........."
   "A big juicy clit you want to take into your mouth ..........."
   "A big juicy clit I want to take into my mouth ..........."
   "A big juicy clit you want to suck ..........."
   "A big juicy clit I want to suck ..........."
   On cue, Karla moved closer to marci.  As exciting as this scene with
marci had been, her cock still hung flaccid.  Moriah and Elvyra had trained
her this way in order to not bring attention to herself.
   "Karla my sweet, brush your clit back and forth across marci's lips
........."
   Karla begun to sway her hips back and forth.  With each pass Karla's
clit increased in size and hardness.  With each pass, marci's lips parted
slightly more .......  increasing their invitation to Karla's clit.  Moriah
and Elvyra returned to their practice of alternating suggestions:
   "That's it marci ....  feel the head of Karla's clit ......  a big juicy
clit ......" Elvyra whispered.
   "A big juicy clit you want to take into your mouth ...........  and
suck" Moriah's tongue flicked into his ear.
   To the Dominatrixes delight, when the head of Karla's clit was behind
marci's teeth, he clamped his teeth around her shaft and flicked his tongue
across it.  This mimicking of Karla's technique indicated that marci had
the potential to become a very seductive cock sucker.
   "Take her clit deeper into your mouth ..........  deeper ......"
   "Now marci," continued Moriah, "......  I want you to imagine your mouth
is a pussy and Karla's clit is a cock .....  your mouth is a pussy
..........."
   "Karla's clit is a cock ........  " Chimed Elvyra
   "Your mouth is a pussy ..........."
   "Karla's clit is a cock ........  "
   "Your mouth is a pussy ..........."
   "Karla's clit is a cock ........  "
   "A pussy ........."
   "A cock ........."
   "A pussy ........."
   "A cock ........."
   "Fuck that cock pussy ......"
   "Suck that clit marci ......"
   "Fuck that cock pussy ......"
   "Suck that clit marci ......"
   "Suck that cock pussy ......"
   "Fuck that clit marci ......"
   "Suck that cock marci ......"
   "Fuck that clit marci ......"
   "Suck that cock marci ......  harder"
   "Suck that cock marci ......  faster"
   "Suck that cock marci ......  harder"
   "Suck that cock marci ......  faster"
   "Harder ........"
   "Faster ........"
   "Harder ........"
   "Faster ........"
   marci was now sliding his mouth up and down Karla's shaft like a bitch
in heat.  Karla, who loved to be sucked by her Mistresses' slaves, was hard
as a rock and aching to cum.  But she had been under the Dominatrixes'
hypnotic sway for two years and, like marci, was unable to cum without
permission from one of the sisters.
   Softly, Elvyra commanded, "He is ready for you, Karla, fill his pussy
mouth!"
   Karla began her release.  Moriah continued Her manipulation of marci's
mind .....
   "Your mouth is a pussy .....  feel that cock giving you its mating
juices .....  the sperm it contains must swim to your womb .....  your
stomach is the womb .....  you must swallow the sperm to allow it to reach
your womb ....  a good sissy girl swallows the cum ....  show me you are my
good sissy girl .....  swallow the cum ....swallow the cum ....."
   Wanting to show himself to be a good sissy girl, marci obediently begun
gulping down the cum.
   "The more you swallow ...  the hotter you become ....  more ...  more
....  you want more ....  your mouth is a pussy ....  no cock in the world
can outlast a pussy .....  "
   marci continued mouth fucking Karla until she was completely drained. 
But marci was a bitch in heat ...  he wanted more ....  Karla knew what was
expected of her ....  As her clit slipped out of marci's 'pussy', Karla
slid to her knees, took his face in her hands and slid her tongue into his
mouth.  Their tongues danced wildly.
   "Now listen my little slut marci .....  listen and absorb these thoughts
deep ....  deep into your subconscious ........  each of you has the others
cum in your mouth ....  taste your own sweet cum mingling with Karla's,
marci ....  you love it ...  you musthave more ....  the only way you will
get more is by sucking the clits of females like Karla or by sucking the
cocks of males ..........  but you shall do neither without Elvyra's or my
blessing .....  that shall not stop you from fantasizing about it ..... 
whenever you see a sexy young female with tits like Karla .....  with tits
like you shall have one day ....  you shall wonder whether she has a clit
like Karla ....  a clit like yours .....  that's right marci ....  you no
longer have a cock ....  from now on you shall think of it as a clit .....
a clit just like Karla's ....  say it marci you have a clit just like Karla
....."
   "I have a clit just like Karla ....."
   "Whenever you see a sexy young female with tits like Karla ....  tits
like you shall have one day .....  you shall wonder if she has a clit like
you do ........"
   " ......  sexy young female ...  tits like mine .....  wonder ...  clit
like mine ...."
   Moriah smiled when he said ' ......  tits like mine ......' because this
meant he was beginning to accept his fate.  " .....  and whenever you see a
sexy male ....  your eyes will always drift to his crotch and you shall
fantasize about how big and thick your pussy mouth could make his cock
.......  sexy male ....  crotch .....  pussy mouth .....  his big thick
cock .....  say it sissy girl marci ......  say it in your own thoughts and
accept it's truth ......."
   "Sexy male ....  must look at his crotch .....  his big thick cock .....
my pussy mouth ........."
   To test how much marci's subconscious had retained, Moriah asked, "How
many children do you have marci? ..........."
   "Two ...."
   "Their names? ......"
   "My daughter's names are Debra and Paula .......  "
   "Not Paul? ...."
   marci blushed and giggled sheepishly, "No, I misspelled her name on the
birth certificate ..."
   "And it is your responsibility to raise them? ......  to train them?
......"
   "No, I am not capable of that ....  I have surrendered their well being
to you and Mistress Elvyra .....  you know what is best for them ......"
   "So what is your relationship to your daughter Debra .........  marci
........"
   marci blushed again, "I am her sugar daddy .........  I need to buy sexy
clothes for her so she can attract sexy lovers ..........  I am her
maid.... I hand wash and dry all her personal frilly items ........  "
   "And your daughter Paula? ......."
   "I must undo the injustice I have done her .....  She thinks she's a he
.....  I must lead her to you so you can correct the horrible mistake I
made .........."
   "Yes, marci ....  we will correct your horrible mistake .....  and you
shall be forever in our debt .........."
   "Yesssssssssss .....  forever in your debt .........."
   "It's getting late marci....  Debra is home all alone.....  I do not
like the idea of her home all by herself .....  shame on you marci
.........."
   "Forgive me, Mistress .....  I don't know what came over me ....  I just
had to see you ...."
   "I know .....  you find us irresistibly bewitching .....  don't you
marci ........"
   "Yessssssssssss .............  irresistibly bewitching .........."
   "But Debra will be getting ready for bed soon.....  you must rush home
and show her all the sexy things you've had Karla buy for her .........."
   "Yes, I should be going ..........  "
   "Now straighten your clothes, kiss Karla goodbye, and run along sissy
marci ........"
   The Web of Sin - chapter 7
   Marci arrived home with mixed emotions.  On the one hand he had all
these presents for his daughter, Debra.  He could hardly wait to see what
Karla had purchased for him to give her.  On the other hand, Marci felt
miserable.  He was a minister, after all, and it wasn't right for his own
daughter to be receiving all these gifts .....  whatever they were ..... 
she should be setting an example for all the other teenage girls in the
church.
   "Debra sugar ....  please come down here ....."
   "But I was just going to get ready for bed, daddy ....."
   "All the more reason to come downstairs ....  meet me in the library."
   Two minutes later, Debra walked into the library ....  still dressed
.....
   ("Damn," Marci thought to himself ....  )
   "What is it daddy ....."
   "I've bought you some presents ....  here ...."
   "For meeeeeeeee ....  oh daddy ....  you're sweet ....  what's the
occasion?"
   "Since when does a daddy need a reason to buy gifts for his sugar .....
open them sweetie ..."
   One small box had 'OPEN ME FIRST' on it.  Inside, Debra found a spray
bottle of perfume.  But this wasn't just any perfume.  It was 'NO ESCAPE',
Elvyra's own special blend which stripped males of their moral reasoning
powers.  It wasn't intended as an aphrodisiac to stimulate sexual desire.
Rather, by desensitizing that part of the male's brain which controlled
moral principles it left him defenseless to a female's manipulative logic.
She could then twist and mold his beliefs, opinions, and morals to fit her
purposes.  Used in conjunction with sexual stimulation a female could make
a male do or accept anything.  Neither Debra nor her father were aware of
its seductive powers though the reverend had been its victim on several
occasions.
   "NO ESCAPE ....  I like the name ....  " PSSSSSSSSST - Debra playfully
filled the air in front of reverend Lewis.
   Instantly, all thoughts of moral impropriety dissolved from the
minister's mind.  His daughter looked so beautiful ....  so luscious .....
so deserving of his attention.  "What Debra really needs", reverend Marci
thought to himself, "is a sugar daddy .......  someone to buy sexy clothes
for her so she can attract sexy lovers .....  who better to be her sugar
daddy than me .......  She is a princess ....  my princess .....  She
should be put up on a pedestal for the other teenage girls to idolize
......."
   These thoughts were, of course, the hypnotic suggestion which Elvyra had
planted earlier.  The perfume allowed them to replace his now forgotten
moral misgivings.
   The second box was a small rectangle.  When Debra removed the paper she
saw the name of the most expensive jewelry story store in town.  Opening
the case, she found a 24-carat gold representation of the universal female
symbol hanging from a 24 inch gold chain.
   "Oh daddy, it's breathtaking ....  but I can't wear this ...."
   "Why not princess? .........."
   "Because I wear the silver cross that belonged to your mother, Grandma
Lewis ....  and to her mother before her .....  it's been in your family
for generations ......"
   Reverend Lewis knew she was right.  He also knew, however, that she just
had to wear it ....  it would make Moriah so happy to see this symbol
around Debra's neck and he felt an irresistible need to please his new
friend and confidante.  He did not know how he knew it or why he felt this
way ......  somehow it was just the way it was .....
   "Oh ....  I'm sure Grandma Lewis would understand .....  besides, gold
looks much better on you ..  and Moriah would be so pleased to see you
wearing it ....."
   Debra gave no hint of giving in ......  until she heard mention of
Moriah ....  at which time she seemed to experience a change of heart.
   "O.K.  daddy ....  but you do it .....  off with the old .....  on with
the new ...."
   Debra moved towards her father, and bent her head downward.  The pastor
put his hands around his daughter's neck and tried to remove the old chain.
Being so close to his daughter he was overwhelmed by her sexuality.  After
a few fumbling attempts, Debra whispered "The chain is long enough daddy,
just slip it over my neck."
   Reverend Lewis did just that but the sound of Debra's soft sexy voice
caused a swelling in his pants.  A swelling that did not go unnoticed by
Debra's lowered head.  Rather than be dismayed or upset, the fact that she
could have such an effect on her own father excited her.  Once the silver
chain was removed, he brought it to his side and simply stood there gazing
upon his daughter as if in a fog.  Sensing she had to take charge, Debra
held out the new pendant and said, "Take this and put it around my neck
dadddddddddddddy"
   The sliver cross and chain slipped from the minister's hand and fell to
the floor.  Taking the gold chain from his daughter, he spread it, placed
it over her head, and brought the chain to rest on her neck.
   "Now daddy, let's see what other goodies you brought your sugar!".
   Debra unwrapped the next to find a box with the word SEDUCTION written
on it.
   "Oh daddy ....  SEDUCTION has the sexist clothes ....  what's inside?"
   "Why not open it and see honey .....", her father replied regaining some
semblance of normalcy.
   Debra tore open the box to find a black leather dress ....
   "Oh daddy ....  it's beautiful ....."
   "Go try it on ....  I'm dying to see you in it ....."
   With dress and perfume in hand, Debra went running to her room to
change. With his daughter out of the room, reverend Lewis' head cleared
somewhat and he became aware of the hardness of his cock (not knowing that
Debra had long since noticed).
   "God, I can't let my daughter see my clit like this .....  " the
reverend thought to himself not even realizing he had referred to his cock
as a clit ..........  "I better sit down before she returns ....."
   Moments later Marci heard the unmistakable 'whishing' sound of leather
as Debra sauntered back into the room and did a pirouette to provide ample
viewing.  While changing, Debra could not resist the temptation to spray
her whole body with the perfume.  Reverend Lewis succumbed to its influence
immediately.
   "Sorry I took so long daaaaddy, but you can't wear a bra with this dress
.....  so I had to take mine off .....  " Unbeknownst to Debra, she was
subconsciously teasing her own father as Elvyra's dominant post hypnotic
suggestions regarding the use of males took effect - (your father is to be
teased like any other male .....  your father wants to be your guinea pig
.....  you will practice teasing him with your body .....  then, when you
choose other males to tease, you will be the one in control!") .  The
mental image of a braless daughter is erotic to any father.  Given his
perfume enhanced mental state, reverend Lewis was no exception.
   "Do you like it on me? ................"
   The dress flaunted every one of Debra's developing feminine charms.  Its
shortness brought attention to her long feminine legs.  The tightness of
the leather gave added definition to the roundness of her ass and curvature
of her breasts.  The halter top served as a pushup bra.  This, along with
the scooped bodice enhanced her cleavage to breath taking proportions and
created a perfect backdrop for the pendant.  The dress was sleeveless but
her fingers, hands, and arms were encased in a matching pair of leather
gloves.  Speaking of the pendant, it was not
   merely along for the ride.  It purpose was to entice the eye to Debra's
breasts.  Judging by the reverend's eyes, it performed perfectly.
   The reverend's mouth salavated at the sight of her.  Though he loved his
daughter deeply, he felt some jealousy over how good she looked in that
dress.
   " .........  ahhhhhhhhhhhh yes .....  it looks very nice on you, sugar!"
   "I can't wait to see what else you got me daddy .....  give me my next
present!"
   "O.K. ....  open this one honey ....."
   Debra could tell by the shape of the box it probably contained shoes but
she tore the wrapping paper off nonetheless.  This box contained the
silhouetted image of a spiked high heel and the name 'STILLETO' in big
gothic letters.  The store for fetish shoes!  Again, Debra ripped off the
cover and threw it across the room.  Inside the box was a pair of black 5"
spiked heeled sandals.  Marci thought they were the hottest shoes he had
ever seen.  Debra plopped down on the couch besides her father and squealed
gleefully ....
   "Oh daaaaaaady ....  they are soooooooooooo sexy ......  put them on for
me ....."
   The reverend was now so totally gone that he misunderstood Debra's
request .....
   "Oh how I would love to, but I don't think they will fit me, princess
....  "
   Debra giggled at his silliness ........  "No silly .....  I mean put
them on my feet ...."
   "Well ...  o.k.....  bring your foot up ....."
   "Nooooooooo daddddddddy ........  I want you to get on the floor at my
feet to put them on me ........."
   In his befuddled state, the reverend saw nothing wrong with this request
so he got up and stood at Debra's feet waiting for a shoe.
   "You'll be much more comfortable on your knees daddddy .....  that's
right ....  down on your knees before your princess .....  that's a good
boy ......  now here ...  put this one on first ...."
   Debra rested her foot in his crotch giving him no indication she felt
the lump in his pants.  As with the necklace, pastor Lewis had trouble and
needed direction.
   "Slide the shoe over my toes ....  now bring the heel up to my foot ....
now wrap the strap around my ankle .....  buckle it! ..............  good
boy ....  now let's see if your capable of doing the other foot on your own
........."
   Pastor Lewis was up to the task .....  with only moderate awkwardness
.......
   Debra tore off the wrapping paper of the next box with great enthusiasm.
This box contained the name PANTY PALACE.  In it, was but one pair of
panties.
   "Just one pair of panties daddy .....  shame on you .....  I will have
to make you take me back for more ....  giggle giggle ...."
   But what a pair of panties they were ....  the skimpiest ...... 
stringiest ....  black thongs Karla could find.
   Debra handed them to her father, got up off the couch, and walked behind
him.
   "Now don't turn around .....  daddy .....  until I permit you ...."
   Placing one hand on his shoulder for balance, Debra slipped off her old
panties.
   "Wow ....  these sure are wet ....
   Debra, quickly developing into a feminine tease, draped them over her
father's face.
   "Here ....  be a dear and hold this for me ......  sssssnif them daddy
.....  do you think I smell pretty and sexy? .........."
   "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ....", was the only answer reverend Lewis could
muster.
   "Hand me the new pair ....."
   Again, using her father to steady herself, Debra pulled them up her
legs. When the thong's string disappeared between her buns, she blissfully
groaned, "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ....  I've never had a pair of tongs .....  I
love how they feel in my crack .....  turn around daddy and tell me how
they look ........."
   Still on his knees (Debra had not instructed him to do otherwise and he
was long past having any thoughts of his own), her father turned.  Debra
was ready for him.  With legs spread, she was leaning over his desk her
breasts resting on the draft of his next sermon.  The dress' length was
much too short to cover her rear in this seductive pose.  His eyes were
drawn to her exposed succulent ass like a moth to a flame.  Having never
seen a thong before, he was captivated by how it receded up her crack.
   " ......  You look so tempting Princess ...."
   " ......  Sniff me daddy ......  crawl over here and sniff me .....  I
want to feel you nose between my cheeks ...."
   The perfume and Debra's sexual manipulation made it seem like a
perfectly natural thing to do.  Reverend Lewis crept on all fours to his
daughter, brought his nose up to her and buried it in her crack.
   "Oh yessssssss .....  I love that .....  now daddy ....  run your tongue
along the thong string .........  you know you want to ......  do it daddy
....  run your tongue along the thong string ........  lick me daddy
............"
   Without any hesitation he obeyed.
   "Oh that feels sooooooo good .....  did you ever sniff mommy,
daddy?......  did you ever lick her like you're licking me now? ......"
   "Sluuuuurp ......  nooo ......  sluuuuurp .....  neeever ...... 
sluuuuurp ........."
   "Oooooooooh you are a naughty boy daddy .......  Am I sexier than mommy
......  daddy? ...."
   "Sluuuuurp ......  sluuuuurp .....  "
   Before he could answer, Debra spoke again, "Let me rephrase the question
daddy .....  when you were wooing mommy ......  if you were to see a female
who L@@KED just like me ....  dressed just like I am now .....  who had my
feminine scent .....  could she have taken you away from mommy?
..............  be truthful daddy .........  to yourself and to me ......"
   "Sluuuuurp ......  yessssss ......  sluuuuurp ....."
   "That's right daddy .....  you must tell the truth ....  you cannot lie
to me .....  you think Elvyra and Moriah are very very sexy don't you daddy
..........."
   "Sluuuuurp ......  yessssss ...h...  sluuuuurp ....."
   "They are even sexier than me, aren't they daddy ........"
   "Sluuuuurp ......  sluuuuurp .....  "
   "The truth daddy ......  you cannot lie ......  it's okay .....  I think
they are the sexiest females I have ever known .....  but I want to hear it
from your lips .........."
   "Sluuuuurp ......  yessssss they are sexier than you, Princess ...... 
sluuuuurp ....."
   "If they are sexier than me ......  and you know that I am sexier than
your wife then you must know they are sexier than your wife .......  say it
daddy ........."
   "Sluuuuurp ......  yessssss they are .....  sluuuuurp .....  sexier than
my wife, Princess ......  sluuuuurp ....."
   "If I am your Princess then Moriah and Elvyra must be your Goddesses
......  tell me daddy ...."
   "Sluuuuurp ......  Moriah and Elvyra are .....  sluuuuurp .....  my
Goddesses .....  sluuuuurp ...  "
   "You worship them don't you daddy ............"
   "Sluuuuurp ......  yessssss .....  sluuuuurp .....  I worship them
.............  sluuuuurp ....."
   "Oh you are a naughty naugthy boy daddy ......."
   Being raised in a strict religious home, Debra had been forced to
suppress urges to experiment with feminine manipulation when her hormones
activated during early puberty.  Six years of hearing other females tell
stories of exploiting males had left her frustrated.  In the short time she
had known Moriah, she had experienced the sensation twice.  Once after the
wedding with her ex boy friend and now.  The fact that this male was her
own Pastoral father did not dilute the experience whatsoever.  In reality,
his relationship to her helped to crystallize Debra's new powers in her own
mind.  Even as her father licked her ass, Debra was planning how to lure
her college professors into similar positions .....  especially her young
sexy English Lit section leader.  So what if he was a newlywed ......  with
the clothes she would make her father purchase and Moriah's help she was
sure she could ensnare him in her feminine web.  But that was for the
future ......
   "That's enough daddy .....  you better stop before I cover your face
with my female juices .....  Be a good boy and fetch me the last present
......  Do it like a puppy dog .....  you wouldn't let me have a doggie
.... remember daddy ....  so I want you to crawl over and pick it up with
your mouth and bring it to me like a puppy would ..........."
   Filled with a desire to please his daughter, Reverend Lewis panted and
barked across the room, picked up the package with his teeth, and returned
coming to rest in an upright position on his knees with hands curled much
like a begging dog would look.  Debra was no longer bending over the desk
displaying her ass.  Rather, she now towered over him in all her feminine
glory.
   Taking the box from his mouth, she stripped it of its wrapping.  This
box had the name M.H.B.  Lingerie.  (Though no one knew for sure, by the
type of suggestive clothes carried in the store everyone in town believed
the letters stood for 'Make Him Beg".) Opening the carton, Debra found a
black nightgown made of the sheerest silk.
   "Ooooooooooh Dadddddddddddy ....  I simply must wear this tonight. 
Bring it upstairs for me!" Debra sauntered out of the room, her ass swaying
suggestively in the leather dress.  Holding the box with one hand, Reverend
Lewis attempted to crawl after his daughter.  Looking over her shoulder,
Debra bubble with glee, "You may walk now daddy ......  just stay behind me
and keep your eyes on me ........."
   In a complete fog, Reverend Lewis followed his daughter to her bedroom.
There she took the package and gave him another command.  "While I change,
go wait for me outside my door .....  close it so you won't be able to see
me until I'm ready .....  and oh yes .....  daddy ......  you should be
back on you knees like my begging puppy dog .....  now go daddy ....."
   Reverend Lewis did as instructed.  Debra kept him there, on his knees,
for a half hour.  Finally, she summoned him.
   "Daddddddddddy ......  you may open the door ....."
   Debra stood in the middle of the room with legs spread two feet apart
and hands on her hips.  The only light in the room came from a lamp behind
her.  It silhouetted her young feminine body in the sheer silk nightgown.
After a moment, she turned and walked towards the bed.  Now, Reverend Lewis
could not help but notice the silhouette of his daughter's tits.  Rather
than feel shame, he ogled them .....  wishing he had similar mounds.  It
never occurred to him to question why he felt this way .....  though he did
feel shame for lusting this way .....  envy was a sin after all ....  When
she reached the bed, Debra turned and used her index finger to beckoned her
father.  Reverend Lewis crawled to his daughter and came to a begging
position.  Immediately, Debra put her hands behind his head and guided it
closer until it was only inches from her crotch.  As Debra wore no panties,
the only thing separating his mouth from her moist pussy was the thin
transparent black silk.
   "Sniff the perfume again daddy .....  isn't it just heavenly ....  ". 
The once righteous minister
   was now totally addicted to all things feminine and was but soft putty
in the hands of any female.  Debra playfully plopped herself down on the
bed and crossed her legs.
   "Now daddy .....  take these sexy sandals off my feet .......  ".  As
the reverend Lewis submitted to his daughter's will, Debra scolded him, "
......  daddy, I am very upset with you ....."
   "Why Princess ......  what have I done to upset you???? ......  I will
do anything to please you ......"
   "Daddy .....  you brought me all this nice 'stuff' but you neglected to
buy me anything for my legs or toes .....  how can I wear these captivating
sandals ......  which men will find sooooo alluring ......  " Debra lifted
her leg and dangled her foot in her father's face " ....  only to have them
see my bare legs and unpainted toes .....  they would laugh at me ....  is
that what you want .....  me to be laughed at daddy .........."
   "No ......  no .....  of course not Princess ....."
   "Then, I think you should take me shopping tomorrow night ..........."
   "But I was going to visit some sick church members and work on my sermon
tomorrow night ....."
   Debra tilted his head back so he stared directly into her eyes, "What's
more important .....  daddy ......  pleasing me or doing your silly church
work ..........."
   "..............  Pleasing you princess .........", the reverend replied
in a whisper.
   "Of course it is .....  we won't be out that late ....  you can work on
your sermon when we get home ....  and if you want, we can go visit the
sick church members together .....  now be a sweetie and hand me that phone
book .............  lets see ........  I know it's here somewhere .........
ah, here it is .........  Delilah's School of Beauty Secrets .....  Their
slogan caught my eye the other day ......  'Beauty Secrets to enslave him
without cutting off his hair!' I want you to call her tomorrow and inquire
about pedicure lessons .......  for you"
   "But ....  but ....  but ...."
   "Oh sush daddy .....  just think ....  if you're good you'll be taking
care of not only my feet but Moriah's feet as well .....  washing them
..... cleaning them ......  softening them ..........  painting her
toenails ...........  you would like that wouldn't you daddy ........"
   " ...........  Yessssssssssssssssss ................"
   Debra realized that any resistance from her father was easily defeated
by associating the disputed act with Moriah .....  the very thought of her
enthralled him.
   "You have kept me up later than I had planned .....  I must go to sleep
.....  kiss me and leave me now ........."
   Debra offered her hand to her father.  Without questioning why, he took
brought it to his lips and kissed it gently.  As he was leaving the room he
picked up the empty lingerie box.
   "LEAVE IT .....!", Debra snapped in a tone she had never used with him.
Reverend Lewis dropped the box and left the room bewildered.  As soon as
the door closed, Debra took the box and went through the tissue paper. 
Earlier, she had thought she felt another object ..........  yes .........
there it was ........  a vibrator ..........  It wasn't in a container or
anything ...  just a vibrator ready to go.
   Debra couldn't remember ever holding one before but for some reason it
felt so natural in her hand.  She brought it to her lips and ran her tongue
up and down its shaft getting it nice and moist.  Knowing what to do
surprised Debra.  "You must be a natural slut, Debra Lewis",
   she whispered to herself as she brought the vibrator down to her moist
pussy.
   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh that feels soooooo gooooooooood", she cooed in an
aroused voice not caring who might hear her.  After all, the only other
person in the house was her father and he had given the vibrator to her
.....  hadn't he! .........
   "However, I have to be careful not to fuck myself ......  I must save
myself for my lover ....  but the thought of a male sticking his cock up my
pussy is so revolting .....  But why does my lover have to be a male?
.......  After all, as Moriah said, 'Who better to know how to please a
female's body than another female?' .......  God, Moriah is sooooo
beautiful, smart, and sexy ......  it's no wonder daddy is turned on by her
......  "
   Debra brought the vibrator up to her tits and inserted it into her
cleavage.
   "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH .......that feels good too ........." Debra closed
her eyes and pretended a sexy female was seducing her ..........  "Why
Debra Lewis", she teased herself, 'you're nothing but a little slutty
lesbian ...."
   Debra fell asleep holding the vibrator tightly between her legs.  She
had figured out that in this position she would be able to stimulate her
pussy without penetrating it.  The sheets would probably be all wet in the
morning ....  but for some reason that was of no concern to her.
   She dreamed that night of her lover.  Though she could not identify the
face, she knew it was a female because she had the most erotically
appealing tits and seductive cleavage she had ever seen.  Even in her
dream, she was sure she had seen them before but could not imagine where.
   Reverend Lewis was having dreams of his own.  After leaving his
daughter, he made two quick stops before retiring to his bedroom.  First,
he went back to his study and retrieved Debra's soaked panties.  After
sniffing them a few times, he became lightheaded and horny.  The envy he
had experienced earlier returned.  So, with the stealth of a commando, the
reverend Lewis snuck into his daughters bathroom and retrieved her bra and
a soiled nightie from the hamper.
   Back in his own room sitting naked at his wife's vanity mirror he put on
Debra's bra.  (Though there was a draw nearby full of his wife's undies he
wanted nothing to do with them.  He wanted his daughter's freshly worn
garments.) Looking in the mirror, he could see his harden nipples pressing
up against the fabric of the cups.  It felt and looked so good to be
wearing Debra's bra even if he did not have tits like hers.  Marci then
tried to stuff two pairs of his socks into the cups to add some bulk.  He
quickly removed them however, because they got between his nipples and
Debra's bra.
   "Bulk will have to wait!"; Marci said to himself absentmindedly.
   Satisfied, he next put the nightie on over the bra and climbed into bed
holding the panties.  After turning out the light, Marci placed his
daughter's panties over his face, inhaled deeeeeeeeeeply, and fell fast
asleep.
   While Debra slept in her room dreaming of her lesbian lover, Marci slept
in his dreaming of living his life with a body similar to his daughter's.
   What plans do Moriah and Elvyra have for their neophyte puppets?  Will
Debra's budding lesbian lust for Moriah continue to blossom under the
sister seductresses' sexual sway?  Having nurtured a passion for a feminine
body like his daughter's in this ordained minister, what acts will he be
brainwashed to perform once the devilish dominatrixes have him completly
feminized?  Neither Marci nor Debra can help themselves, let alone be of
help to each other.  Ironically, Moriah and Elvyra will use both as
blissful pawns in the degradation of the other.  Perhaps, when strong
minded Paul discovers what is happening to his family he will save the day
........  perhaps ....
   To be continued.
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rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. 
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