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From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Part 3 - Mind Fuck (MC, MF, FF, Bond)
Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 11:10:06 -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 3 - Mind Fuck
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

Then she brought her other hand down and started fondling
my clitty while continuing to slowly move her finger in and
out of my behind.  I must have been making noises which let
her know how close I was to coming, because she suddenly
stopped what she was doing and said, "Oh, no.  Not quite
yet, Sexypuss."

She rolled me over.  My bound hands felt uncomfortable
under my behind, so I pulled them up a bit until they were in
the small of my back.

 "Let's do this properly," she said, and moved down
between my legs.  At first all she did was carefully inspect
my private area and ruffle the pubic hair with her fingers.  I
was so incredibly wet, I'm sure I must have been leaving
stains on the bedcover.  Then she leaned in and breathed
hotly on me as she spread and fondled my moist flesh with
her fingers.  I felt her hair tickling the skin of my thighs.  I
tried not to look down.  The feelings were driving me crazy. 
I felt the tip of her tongue touch my pussyflesh just over the
clitoris and it sent an almost electric pulse of pleasure
running through me.  No boy had ever touched me there
before in that way.  No boy had ever licked me there at all. 
I'd only made love to seven boys, but this was completely
different and wonderful.

Then the woman started licking in earnest.  I had no idea
exactly what she was doing, but it felt incredible.  I could
feel her hands on my thighs as she worked.  Then one hand
slid over and I felt her slide what must have been at least
two fingers in my vagina.  And her other hand came up and
began playing with my breast and nipple.

Oh God, I was about to come.

And she stopped again.  "Sexypuss," she said.  I raised my
head a bit and looked down between my breasts at her.  She
was looking right back at me.  Her eyes were mysterious
and almost mesmerizing.  "You're about to come like
you've never come before, Sexypuss.  You know that, don't
you."

"Y-Yes, Mistress," I said with effort.

"Do you want me to finish?" she asked with a smile.

I shut my eyes, lay back, and said, "Yes, Mistress."  

She started fingering my love canal again.  "How badly, do
you want me to finish, Sexypuss?"

I squeezed my eyes even more tightly shut and said, "Very
badly, Mistress."

"Good girl," she said and licked me a few more times while
continuing to finger me.  "And you know what that will
mean, don't you?"

I opened my eyes, pulled my head back up, and looked
again into the depths of her eyes.  "No, Mistress," I said,
"what will it mean?"

"Once you come, Sexypuss," she said, her fingers working
ceaselessly at my crotch and now her other fingers working
again at my breast, "Once you reach climax, then you
become mine for as long as I want you.  Once you reach
orgasm, I really and truly become your Mistress."  She
licked me a few more times.  I gasped as I reacted to her
licking and to what she had just said.

"Do you still want me to finish?" She asked again and licked
me a few more strokes..

"Oh, please, Mistress," I almost pleaded with confused tears
in my eyes, "please don't ask me that."

"But . . . I . . . am. . . ask . . .ing . . .you, . . . Sex . . .y . .
.puss," she said between licks.  "Do you still want me to
finish?"

She continued to lick in a way guaranteed to keep me at the
peak of arousal but not enough to push me over the edge.

"Yes, Mistress," I said in a very small voice.

"Then . . . say . . . it, . . . Sex . . .y . . .puss."

"Say what, Mistress?" I think I knew what she wanted to
hear, but I was hoping she might want something else.

She stopped her licking again but continued with her
fingers.  "Tell me what will happen after you come,
Sexypuss."  Then she went back to her gentle licking
waiting for me to answer.

My neck muscles were weakening so I lay my head back
down.  A long moment went by as I nerved myself.  Then I
said, "after I come, I'll become your property and you'll be
my real Mistress."  I was crying again, partly with passion
and partly because this somehow seemed to be so true.

"And once you come, it will be my turn.  Won't . . . it . . .
Sex . . .y . . .puss."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you're going to lick me just like I'm licking you."

More tears, "Yes, Mistress."

For a long moment nothing.  And then she started licking
me in an entirely new way.  It was much quicker, and
firmer, and much more highly charged.  Her hand changed
breasts.  Her other hand all gooey with my love juices
increased in tempo.  I was so hot and ready I could hardly
hold back.  In less than a minute I was ready to release. 
And as I started to slip over the edge, she pinched my nipple
hard with her one hand and slid a finger from her other hand
up into my rear hole.  And I came, and came, and came.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, . .
."  I don't know how many times I said that.  It was such a
tremendous orgasm.  I'd never felt anything even a little bit
like it before.  And it just kept going and going.  'Oh God,'
I thought to myself and wasn't sure if I were thinking that
because of how wonderful the pleasure had been or because
of what I had agreed the pleasure meant.

And then it was over.  The woman slid up next to me and
started stroking my face as I came down from that
tremendous high.  "My name is Heather, Sexypuss.  You
can call me Mistress Heather."

My breathing was still far from normal.  "Yes, Mistress
Heather."

"You like the name, Heather?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well I like the name, Robin, too."

"Thank you, Mistress Heather."

She rolled me over like I was dead weight and untied my
wrists.  I kind of expected she would want me to
immediately spring into action and start licking her.  But
instead she spent a long time rubbing and lightly scratching
my back.  Every now and then she would lean over and kiss
my ear or my shoulder or my behind.  It was wonderful.  It
was luxurious.

Then, I guess when I'd recovered enough to suit her, and
before I started to fall asleep, she reached down between my
legs again and began to bring me back to a state of
excitement.  At first I groaned at the intrusion.  'No more,'
I thought to myself.  But after the first few moments it was
very nice.  After a couple of minutes I found that I was, in
fact getting horny again.

And she stopped.  And she lay back.  And she said, "OK,
Sexypuss.  Show your Mistress how much you love her."

'Love!'  Nobody said that word before.  That sobered me
up quickly.  But I didn't know what to say or do about it so
I sat up and started rubbing my Mistress's body.  After a
few moments of this I remember thinking to myself, 'Oh
God, I'm thinking of her as my Mistress.'  But there was no
time to fret over this.  I knew what I had to do, but I wasn't
sure how I was supposed to do it.  I had no experience in
this kind of lovemaking.  'Oh God, I thought again, I'm
thinking of it as love-making.'

So I tried not to think at all.  I spent a few minutes simply
rubbing Mistress Heather's body, playing with her nipples,
and licking on her neck and ears.  Without thinking I kissed
her on the lips and tasted my own love juices.  For some
reason the smell and taste didn't bother me.  In fact I found
it quite a turn on.  So I kissed her again, long and
passionately.  I found I was getting tremendously aroused
just by arousing her.

When I felt it was time to move down between her legs, I
was no longer dreading it.  In fact, I was quite looking
forward to it.  I don't know if it was curiosity or passion,
but something was driving me strongly in that direction.

And after playing with her love canal as she had played with
mine.  And after tweaking her breasts with one hand.  And
after tickling her anus with my love slicked finger.  I found
my face only inches away from her warm pussylips.  I had
expected the smell to bother me, but I found it almost
enticing.  I carefully stuck out my tongue and slowly inched
forward.  Suddenly my tongue touched the hot pulsing skin
over her clitoris.  It had a slightly salty taste but wasn't at all
unpleasant.  So I gave it a little lick.  And then another. 
And then another.

Soon my mouth was covering the whole area of her upper
lips and my tongue was buried in the warm folds, licking
and rubbing her little clitty.  I remember spending a long
time licking her like this.  Trying different movements and
combinations.

Heather was making wonderful sounds of passion and this
seemed to stir me on as well.  I felt one of her hands in the
hair behind my head.  She pushed me gently even harder
into her pussy.

She groaned and then said, "Oh yes, Sexypuss.  Yessssssss." 
And I could feel the tension in her legs.  And her whole
pelvis began to rise.  All her weight seemed to be on her
shoulders and her heels.

I had been playing with her breasts like she had played with
mine, but now I brought my hand around under her back
and pressed it against her butt, pushing her up onto my face
as I licked down a little harder.  Heather seemed to freeze
and started to hiss again, "Yesssss."

I licked a little faster and a little harder still and pressed a
very slick finger up into her ass.  And my Mistress came on
my face.  She actually squirted just a little bit of liquid into
my chin.  I wiggled the finger in her ass as she spasmed and
she thrashed and grunted even more forcefully.  Both her
hands were on my head and she was almost riding my face
for a few moments.

Suddenly she pulled my head up and away with a grunt.  My
finger slipped out of her behind.  She flopped back flat onto
the bed.

I felt her pulling upward and I found myself climbing her
body until we were face to face.  And she kissed me, and
hugged me, and rolled over on top me.  I'd never felt so
loved or desired before.  Never.  Ever.  In my entire life.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice was telling
me this was all crazy.  I tried not to listen.  For the moment
I was happier than I could ever remember.

We lay together, nestled in each others arms, for what
seemed a very long time.  And I didn't know what to think. 
That had been the most tremendous sexual experience of my
life.  But it terrified me.  I didn't understand it.  And I was
afraid of what the future might hold.  I didn't seem to be in
control of myself anymore.

My mistress hummed something in my ear I didn't quite
catch.  And I felt her fingers gently rubbing one of my
nipples.  I'd worry about it tomorrow.  Right now I was
content to rest my cheek against her breast and bask in the
warmth of her pleasure.

All of a sudden we were startled by a clapping sound.  We
sat up and realized there was a man standing by the huge
chair in the corner of the room who seemed to be
applauding us.

                      *   *   *   *   *

Once the last wave of pleasure had faded out I found myself
sitting in the chair like a damp rag.  That had been
incredible.  I hadn't even gotten laid yet, and it was great. 
Some of the best and most erotic pleasure came from
reading the thoughts and emotions of the girls during the
long pauses when nothing physical was happening.  When
they weren't actually fucking, they were thinking and I
never could have conjured those thoughts out of my own
imagination.  The whole situation was so intense words
couldn't describe it.  But I knew I could never have
dreamed up anything as delicious as that on my own.
  
I couldn't help myself.  I stood up and gave the girls a
standing ovation.  And let them know I was there.  They
would have been shocked senseless if I hadn't prepared
them for it.  As it was, they sat up and started at me
incredulously.

I walked over and had them stand so I could get a good
look.  They slid off opposite sides of the bed and walked
around to meet me.  I had seen them both through their
thoughts and feelings about each other.  Now I wanted to
see for myself.  So it was back to the zombie thing briefly. 
They stood there, side-by-side, blankly enduring my
inspection.

Heather had a particularly fine ass.  Her muscle tone was
extraordinary.  She obviously worked out.  I leaned forward
and sniffed between her breasts to smell the perfume that
Robin had reacted to so strongly.  Nice.  Then as long as I
was there, I took a close look at her nipples and had a suck
on one.  Nice as well.  And I loved her lips and mouth.  I
knew how sensuous they were from Robin's thoughts and I
could see why looking at them.

Robin was nice all over.  Not quite so well-toned as
Heather, but very womanly indeed.  And there was
something about her face and form which really appealed to
me.  I reached down and insinuated my hand between her
legs.  She spread them for me without my even having to
think about it.  In just a few seconds she was damp again. 
My goodness what a dynamo.

My dick had waited long enough.  I left the two girls
standing there for half a minute and returned to the chair
where I removed and tossed my clothes.  Then I walked
back and gave Heather a big hug and had her hug me back. 
That was just out of curiosity and for practice.  Heather was
almost my height and I was interested in how that
wonderfully toned body would feel when I pressed up
against it.

It felt great.  But Robin was the real prize, at least as far as I
was concerned.  Hugging her was like a little slice of
heaven.  I had her look up and I kissed her deeply while
pressing my body into hers.  If I were a normal man, under
normal circumstances, I could hardly do better than to
marry a girl like this.

But now it was fun time.  I had Robin remove the cover
from the bed so we'd have clean sheets to play on.  Then I
had her lay down and gently finger herself to stay in the
proper mood.

But I didn't want to come too soon with Robin.  And I was
so ready to come.  So Heather was about to give her first
blow job.

                      *   *   *   *   *

What in hell was going on?  The party had been great. 
Meeting Robin had been even greater.  I had no idea what
made me so bold with her.  But damn if things hadn't
worked out splendidly.  I remember I was lying in bed with
Robin and thinking about how I might turn this into more
than a one night stand, when suddenly here was this jerky
idiot.  When the fuck did he come into the room?  I sure as
hell didn't invite him.

Then I remember zoning out for a bit.  I mean I was laying
in bed with Robin and here was this asshole clapping at us. 
And then Robin was laying in bed fingering herself and this
Bozo had taken my hand and was leading me over to the
foot of the bed.  But the real bitch of it was that I simply
followed him without even a word of protest, much less a
demand for an explanation.

And when the hell had he gotten naked?  He was dressed
when he was standing there like some kind of toy chimp
working his cymbals.  Now he was as nude as Robin and
me.  I just didn't get it.  I suppose I should have been
scared, but for some reason I wasn't.  Not at all.

He sat me down on the bed, just where I'd been when I was
stripping Robin.  Then he stood up and stuck his stupid dick
right in my face.  I should have bashed his crummy balls.  Or
at least slapped the damn thing out of my way.  But instead
I did something I never would have imagined.  I was
suddenly fascinated with his prick.  I mean for no reason it
became the most wonderful, most incredible thing I'd ever
seen.  And even though there was a part of me that wanted
to throw up at the idea, I leaned forward and started
sucking on his idiot stick.  I'd never done that before and I
didn't know how.  But I guess, being a man, that didn't
matter to him.  Men are such toads.  I just treated it like a
really big clit or maybe a really long nipple.  And for some
reason the more I sucked on it the better I liked it.

And then bang, the jerk came in my mouth.  I wanted to
scream and spit his lousy cum back in his face, but instead I
just kept sucking and licking.  And damn me if I didn't
swallow his whole load.  I even got real slow and gentle for
a while so it wouldn't overpower him.  And then I seemed
to know when to speed up until he was good and hard
again.

He did make the most incredible noises as he came.  That
part was almost nice.  And I could hear Robin in bed behind
me friggin' herself.  She was making some great noises too.

Once he was hard for the second time I stopped.  And the
bastard leaned down and thanked me and kissed me on top
of my head.  What a fuckwad.

But then he climbed up past me and into bed with Robin.  I
could have killed the silly bastard.  I could have sliced his
nuts off with a paring knife.  I didn't want him touching her. 
She was mine!  At least for this night.

I could hear him.  For some reason I didn't want to turn
around to look.  I just sat there like some saphead.  But I
could hear them both.  He just crawled up and plugged
himself into poor Robin and started rutting away.  Fucking
men.  They don't know a damn thing about how to please a
woman.  All they think about is getting a little head and
some pussy and then it's roll over and go to sleep.  The
swine.

I remember I was crying as I heard him come.  And damn
her, she came right along with him.  I mean I could hear it. 
At exactly the same moment.  Fuck them both.

And then everything got fuzzy.  I guess I must have
dreamed that whole thing about the man.  I mean, I didn't
dream the bit about meeting Robin.  Because there she was,
all curled up and looking cute as a bug.  And there I was
standing like a dimwit outside the bed.  I guess I must have
gotten up to get a drink or to pee.  I can't remember.  Oh
well, water in-water out.  I crawled back to bed with Robin
and snuggled up up against her.  She gave me a nice little
kiss and looked like she was about to drift off to sleep. 
Come to think of it, I was pretty tired myself.

                      *   *   *   *   *

And that was just about it.  I could have spent what
remained of the night with the two girls, but decided to take
a quick shower and return to my hotel room instead.  I
didn't want to ruin a great thing by overdoing it.

I left the girls on the verge of sleep, cuddled together in the
big bed.  They no longer remembered me and never would. 
I showered and thought about how I wanted to leave them. 
Heather, I knew, would love a long term affair with Robin,
on her terms of course.  Robin, would almost certainly bolt
like a scared rabbit once she came to her senses.  Left to
their own devices they would probably never see each other
again.
                                   
               
I could have fixed it either way.  With a little mental push in
one direction, Robin would meekly follow Heather home
and become her devoted 24/7 sex slave.  With a little push
in the other direction, Heather would forget all about Robin
and that would be the end of that.  So I decided to make it a
sporting proposition.  I pushed them both.  Heather would
know she had a real shot at snaring Robin, but she'd have to
work at it.  And Robin would be haunted by a strong
attraction to Heather and would have to work hard to break
away.

When I was ready to leave I stood by the foot of the bed for
a few minutes and balanced their sleeping minds to make it
as close to a 50-50 thing as possible.  Let the chips fall.  It
would be much more interesting to know how this one
turned out then what the Producer did when he found
himself up in Frisco.  Perhaps I'd have to look these two up
again some day and find out.  I threw a cover over the
sleeping girls and left.

The party was nearly over, the guards were gone, and so
was the producer.  The last guests were leaving and a
cleaning crew was just starting to work.  I pushed a few
mental buttons to insure the girls wouldn't be disturbed until
they left on their own.  Then I snagged a ride with one of
the departing guests and headed into the sunset   or in this
case, the sunrise.

The important thing was I had finally figured out how to get
the most of my powers.  I simply had to pick the right
women and let them play out their own fantasies.  All I had
to do,. . . All I should do, was to set the stage and provide
the right little pushes here and there to get them on the right
track.  This was going to be great.  The future looked so
bright, I definitely had to buy some shades.


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