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From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Part 2 - Mind Fuck (MC, MF, FF, Bond)
Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 11:10:05 -0400
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This is a work of fiction. In order to push it through the internet 
it's broken into 3 parts, but it's really just one short story.  It is 
not set in the same world as the Mart novels.   If enough folks 
like this Mind Control story and let me know I will probably 
write another.

Zebulon

No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, 
non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like 
this kind of thing, don't read it.

Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca

All Zebulon's work is or will be posted here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/

(MC, MF, FF, Bond)


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Part 2 - Mind Fuck
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

I looked down and the woman was still looking up at me.

"What's your name, Sweetpuss," she asked.

"R. . . ., R . . ., Robin," I finally managed to say in a very
small voice.

"Well, Er-Er-Robin, I think you like this very much."  There
was a smugness in her expression.  "Don't you?"

I didn't say anything, but I'm sure my expression gave me
away.

"Don't you?" she asked again.  This time more sternly.

And again, all I could do is to look mutely back at her.

She suddenly looked very severe and pulled me quickly
down across her lap.  She slapped me very hard on my
naked behind.  It hurt.  I tried to cover myself with my
hands before she hit me again.

"Don't do that."  I heard her rasp.  "Don't do that!" she
almost yelled.  "You get your hands out of there right
now!"  With tears in my eyes, I pulled my hands up to the
small of my back.

For a long moment nothing happened.  Then she spanked
me again with three more hard slaps.

I was blubbering like a baby when she pushed me off of her
lap and I landed on the rug at her feet.

She only let me lay there crying for a few seconds.  "Get
up," she said.  "Get up NOW!"

It wasn't easy with my hands still tied and with the pain in
my rear.  I must have looked very clumsy.  But I got up and
stood a few feet away, facing her.

She watched me for a long time until I was only sniffling. 
Then she looked directly into my eyes and pointed at the
floor in front of her.  I stepped to where she pointed and
tried not to meet her eyes.  I also tried not to fall over.  I
was still wearing heels and had to be careful walking on that
thick rug.  Aside from that, my hose and panties were still
pulled down around my thighs.  My skirt was lying in a
puddle near the woman's feet.  I tried not to step on it.

There was another long moment when nothing happened. 
Perhaps she was waiting for me to look at her.  Then I felt
her hands on my waist.  She kicked my skirt to one side and
pulled me closer.

I felt her start to run one hand lightly over my body.  The
other never left my waist.  Her touch was firm but gentle. 
Her movements soft, insistent, demanding.  My nipples felt
tighter than I could ever remember.  I felt fingers start at my
hip and run ever so slowly up my side.  Sometimes I felt
fingertips on my skin.  Other times if felt like her nails.  I
closed my eyes.  Her fingers came to rest on the side of my
breast.  I could feel the tiny hairs on my skin almost
throbbing where she touched me.

"Prettypuss," she said, "Robin.  You like this, don't you."

My eyes stayed tightly closed.  I tried to answer her but my
mouth wouldn't seem to work.

"You'd better answer me, Prettypuss," she said, "and you'd
better call me 'Mistress' when you do."

My eyes few open.  'What the hell was this?' I wondered.  I
looked down and the woman was not looking up into my
face.  She was studying my breast as her fingers toyed with
the skin around my enlarged nipple without ever actually
touching it.  I forced my voice to work, "I . . . I don't know,
. . . Mistress," I said with a definite quaver in my voice.

"What don't you know, Sexypuss?"  She was smiling.

I swallowed hard and the sensations from her touch washed
over me.  She had just switched breasts.  "I don't know how
I'm feeling."

For a few second no change.  Then I felt her squish down
on my nipple.

"Mistress," I squeaked.

"Better, Cunt," she said as she released the pressure, "but
don't forget again."

I wouldn't.

She let her fingers rake over my skin for quite a while. 
Reaching up to my neck and ears.  Traveling down to my
hips and thighs and below the pantyhose to my ankles. 
Both her hands were moving now.  Then she said, "I don't
care what you know.  Tell me how you feel.  Do you like
this."

God help me, I did.  There was even something freakishly
erotic about the way she'd abused and spanked me.  "Yes,
Mistress."

She didn't say a word, but reached up with both hands and
placed them on either side and just below my breasts.  I
could feel her thumbs right under my breasts.  Her fingers
almost on my back.  She pulled me gently forward and
leaned forward herself.  I could feel her tongue and lips
softly licking and nipping at my breasts and nipples.  The
feelings were luxurious.  I closed my eyes again.

Then she stopped.  She straightened me back up and
carefully, so I wouldn't fall, turned me back around.  I felt
her untying my wrists.  I felt the sash drop away and then
her hands were no longer touching me.  My own hands
dropped to my sides.  She wasn't saying anything and I
didn't know what to do.

"Finish getting undressed, Prettypuss," she finally said in a
low voice.  I did.

"Now turn around so I can see you."

When I turned, the woman was sitting serenely on the bed
and giving me that look of ownership again.  I wanted to
cover my nakedness with my hands, but somehow I couldn't
seem to make them move.

She pointed again at the rug in front of her and I again
moved into position, but this time without hesitation and
much closer than I had before.

She reached her hand up between my legs and felt the loose,
damp flesh.  I sucked in breath between clenched teeth and
found I'd again moved my legs apart for her.

When I looked down she was smiling and studying my pubic
mound.  Her fingers found my clitoris and she was rubbing
it in a maddeningly erotic way.  I was breathing hard now
and knew I would come at any moment.  And somehow, as
if she knew exactly when, she stopped.  I was left gasping
just short of an orgasm.  My eyes went wide with surprise
and repressed passion.

The woman made a shooing gesture with her hands and I
backed up a couple of feet so she could stand up.  "Did you
think, this was all going to be for your pleasure,
Honeypuss?"  I took too long trying to regain my
composure and thinking about her question.  She stood up
took a step forward and pushing her face right into mine
said, "DID YOU?"

"N . . . No, Mistress."

She smiled.  Then reaching up with both hands, held my
face and kissed me deeply.  It was a long, long, highly erotic
kiss.  No one had ever kissed me like that before.  Not even
Laura.  I didn't know what to do with my hands so they
hung limply at my sides.  Between the feel of her lips and
tongue on mine and the fabric of her dress on my
hypersensitive nipples, I came.  It was only a small orgasm,
but I definitely came.  And she knew it.

"My, my, Sexypuss," she said, pulling back from the kiss. 
"You do have a hair trigger, don't you?"

I knew I'd better say something.  "Yes, Mistress," I croaked
between ragged breaths even though I wasn't sure that was
true.  I'd just never been that turned on before.

The woman took a step back and held out her arms.  Then
she said, "you may undress your Mistress."

I had another of those, 'what the hell is this,' reactions.  But
I didn't want to get spanked again, so I did as I was told. 
There wasn't much to remove.  She was wearing some kind
of one-piece, oriental dress.  It looked like one of those
things Japanese tea-house girls wear in the movies.  I got it
off and  was about to toss it on the floor next to my skirt,
when she cleared her throat and made me to understand that
her clothes were not to be treated that way.

So I looked for a place to put it.  There was a huge
overstuffed chair in the corner, but for some reason I knew I
couldn't go there.  In fact, I found I didn't even want to
look at the chair.  But there was a closet.  So I walked over
and carefully hung the garment.  The woman was not
wearing a bra.  Her breasts were a little larger than mine and
seemed quite firm.  Even without the bra there was no sag. 
I tried not to look at them, however, as I walked back to
her.  I'm sure she noticed.

All she had on were silk panties and high heels.  So I got
down on one knee in front of her and removed the heels
first.  As she stepped out of the second shoe, I felt her run
her fingers through my hair, like you'd stroke a dog.  I took
a deep breath and reached up and carefully grabbed her
panties and slid them down to the floor.  She stepped out of
them.  Then I took her stuff over to the dresser.  I carefully
laid her panties on the top and set her shoes on the floor
below.  When I turned back the woman was standing on the
side of the bed facing me.

I didn't move.  I didn't know what to do.  What did she
want?  As she looked at me I got very self-conscious.  I
know how silly that must sound, after everything else that
had happened.  But it's true.  I was suddenly embarrassed at
my nakedness and also at hers.  I must have blushed and
looked down.

"Robin," she said.  I looked back up.  Her arms were held
out toward me in an inviting gesture.  "Come."

I walked over not knowing what to think.  And she took me
in her arms and hugged me very tightly.  It was very strange
feeling her naked breasts pressing into mine.  Then she
kissed me again.

After what seemed a long time she broke that off and sat
down.  She patted the middle of the bed.  So I climbed in
past her and lay with my head on a pillow.  As I did, she
pulled herself up onto the bed so that she was sitting cross-
legged next to me.

I was feeling so strange.  I was still very aroused, despite
my little climax.  I knew there was a lot more behind that.  I
knew I could come again very easily.  I lay quite still and
looked straight up at the ceiling.

"You haven't looked at my breasts," she said.  I just shook
my head.  "Look at them, Kitten."  I turned my head and
looked.  They were definitely larger than mine and very
pretty.  She had well defined pink nipples and large circular
areolas.  The whole areola puffed out from her breast just a
little.  Her nipples were very erect.  Somehow her breasts
looked full and hungry.  "Do you like them?"

I wanted to cry.  I knew what was coming but felt
powerless to do anything about it.  Besides, the longer this
went on the more I felt like I wanted it to happen.

"Yes, Mistress," I heard myself saying in a very sincere
voice.  "They are very nice."

"Show me, how much you like them."

As I reached over I noticed my hand was trembling again.  I
touched her breast.  The skin was warm and very smooth.  I
slid my fingers around her nipple and she made a little
sighing noise.  "That's nice, Robin," she said in almost a
hiss.  "That's very nice."  She reached down and put her
hand behind my head.  Then she leaned forward a little and
pulled my face up to her.  Without being told, I started
licking and sucking at her nipple.  I moved very slowly at
first.  But after a short time, I found I was getting more and
more aroused.  I was licking and sucking more energetically
and without any directions from her.  I worked the tender
flesh of first one and then the other of her breasts, twirling
my tongue around the nipples and breathing in the smell of
her perfume.  I didn't recognize it, but I somehow found the
scent almost intoxicating.

"Just a minute, Kitten."  She lowered my head and then lay
down next to me.  "OK."

That was all she said.  But I found myself sitting up and
leaning over to continue working her breasts.  Then I kissed
up her chest to lick around her neck and ears.  Suddenly, to
my horror, I realized that I had slid one hand down her belly
and was running my fingers through the pubic thatch above
her private area.  I looked down.  She had carefully trimmed
all of her hair away down there except for a little heart
shaped patch right above her slit.

I started to pull my hand back when she reached over and
grabbed my hand.  She pulled it back to her pubic area and
said, "don't stop.  That's very nice, too."

With tears again forming in my eyes, I rubbed her public
mound and continued licking and sucking her breasts.  I was
intensely aware of the feel of the soft bare skin around that
small tuft of hair.  After a while, she sat up and pulled her
sash out from under a pillow.  When had she put that there?

"You're a tasty little treat," she said, "but you need
training."  So saying, she pushed me back and rolled me
over on my stomach.  "We don't have time for that right
now," she said, retying my wrists behind my back, "but
we'll get to the training later, won't we little darling."

I was almost too shocked to respond.  What did she mean
by 'later.'

She slapped my ass again, very hard.  "Won't we!"

"Yes, Mistress," I almost bawled.

"Very good," she said.  "Now let's see what you've got for
me."  I was still lying on my stomach.  She reached down
between my legs from behind.  I found myself spreading my
legs for her without being asked.  Then she was fondling my
sopping pussy.  I was so hot and so embarrassed.  And I
wasn't sure why.  But no boy had ever paid this much
attention to me when making love.  And no boyfriend had
ever known how to get me this excited.  I knew this was
wrong, but God, how good it felt.

Her hand must have gotten really smeared with my love
juices, because she slid one finger backward along my slit
starting at the clitoris, plunging in and out of my love canal
a few times, and then continuing backwards until it was
positioned directly over my rear hole.  She tickled it with
her finger for a moment and then slid it right in with almost
no resistence.  No boy had ever done that to me before.  It
felt strange, but very nice.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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--End of Part 2 - Mind Fuck - Zebulon - 


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