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Subject: {ASSM} Sabah and Rod (MC, Fdom)
Date: Sat,  7 Dec 2002 19:10:03 -0500
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Title: Sabah and Rod
Author: Homer Vargas
Keywords: MC, Fdom
Summary: A young man awakes after being was seduced by
the mysterious Sabah.
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 11/12/00
Last Edited 2/21/02

Sabah and Rod (MC, Fdom)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

Slowly, like an Arctic dawn, consciousness seeped back
into Rod's sated, addled brain.  He attempted to open
his eyes, but soon gave up the effort.  He felt weak,
as if suffering from a high fever.  That would explain
the wild delusions he half remembered.  The dark ... 
The woman ...  He tried to recall them, but all he
could manage were feelings -- fear, warmth,
protection, arousal, release.  Soon even this effort
exhausted him and he drifted back to sleep.

The next time he awoke, he managed to open his eyes
fully.  Light fell through the window at a sharp
angle, indicating mid-day.  Rod was rather proud of
himself for this deduction.  He must have been
unconscious -- it didn't feel like mere sleep -- for
many hours, or could it be days?  He wasn't strong
enough to lift his head, but he could roll it from
side to side to gain some idea of his surroundings. 
The bed where he lay was in a rather sumptuous room --
heavy curtains, dark wood, cabinets and high chests
around the walls.  That seemed to rule out a hospital
and injury in an accident.  He had been driving last
night, or that night, right?  Yes, driving in the
snowstorm when the car broke down.  He tried to
remember more.  The large, dark house on the hill, a
woman, who had made him feel warm and safe and then he
became so horny.  Yes, her large breasts made him
horny and sleepy.  The memory lulled him and he closed
his eyes again in slumber.

When Rod opened his eyes yet again, he realized he had
eaten, or had been fed.  A tray was beside the bed
with what looked like the remains of soup and an empty
glass.  Morning light entered the room.  Another day,
at least, had passed and he felt stronger.  The room
was the same, but different as if it had been tidied
up.  A hint of perfume hung in the air, the perfume of
the woman who made him feel so warm and sleepy and --
so horny.

His cock stirred as he remembered her smile, the cleft
of her breasts, the thin gown that clung to her
voluptuous body.  She was indefinitely older than he
and exuded an air of having had many men and of
choosing him.  He remembered a feeling of danger, of
knowing he should not to look at her, but she had
willed him to look; her smile, her eyes, her body had
MADE him look.  It was so confusing and arousing --
thinking was difficult.  He relented for a while and
lay still absorbing the peace and healing and slight
arousal he felt surrounding him.

He was not aware of having drifted in and out of sleep
again, but when he turned over he saw a different
plate on the tray and that he was wearing a different
pajama.  He felt refreshed, as if he had been bathed. 
The perfume was stronger and he sensed it emanated
from the other side of the bed, which was rumpled.  He
tried again to remember what had happened that night. 
Scenes without before and after floated into his mind.
 The warmth, feeling protected, the woman's strong
arms holding him to her breasts.  She had cooed as he
fondled and suckled her breasts, moaned as he ate her.
 And she had been on top of him, making love to him,
coming to multiple orgasms before making him shoot his
seed into her.

Later or before?  She had pressed a sweet liquid to
his lips and told him to sleep.  He didn't want to
drink.  The drink, somehow he knew was drugged.  He
didn't want her to put him to sleep, but she placed
her hand between his legs as she spoke.  It felt too
good to refuse her.  She smiled as he sipped the
liquid and she laid him back.  She spoke in a dreamy
singsong as drowsiness overtook him.  He felt more and
more at ease and allowed her to cuddle him close to
herself.  Vainly fighting sleep, he succumbed in her
arms, his head buried in her breasts as she gently
fondled him to orgasm.

Again he awoke without knowing how long he slept.  The
curtains were drawn closed, but he believed it was
day.  His strength was definitely returning.  He felt
able to sit up.  When he tried to do so, however, he
fell back.  Immediately he realized it was not from
weakness; he saw was tied to the bed.  Soft cuffs on
his writs and ankles were attached to the four corners
of the bed by strong cords.  They had sufficient play
to allow him to turn to each side and were not really
uncomfortable, but he was restrained.  He was being
held captive.  Prisoner of the exotic woman!

Panic flared and he again tried to sit up, then to
pull hard on the cords.  He only succeeded in setting
off a chime.  Continued pulling led to nothing.  The
chime stopped.

"Good morning, love," said a mechanical voice.  "I'm
glad you are feeling stronger.  I am sorry I cannot be
with you right now.  Please forgive my having to
restrict you.  As I both feared and hoped, taming your
will has taken longer than the recovery of your
strength.  Please don't tire your body in fruitless
struggle, my sweet.  I've restrained you only to
ensure you stay with me.  Just rest and relax and in a
few days I can free you from these physical bonds."

The woman's calm voice, Sabah's voice -- he remembered
her name -- only set him to more desperate struggle. 
The chime sounded again.

"Oh, my sweet, I see that you continue to struggle.  I
am so sorry to have to do this, my pretty lover.  I
don't want to, but I cannot let you continue to
overexert yourself that way.  You will only exhaust
and harm yourself.  I want your strength for myself,
not wasted in futile efforts to escape.  Since you did
not willing relax as I told you, I must make you
sleep."

Rod continued to tug against the bonds which seemed to
become shorter, pulling his head back against the
pillow.  "Now, now, sweetheart, please don't do that. 
Do you smell something different, a little bit sweet,
seeping up around you?  Don't worry.  It's just a
light anesthetic, darling."  Rod realized his
flailings were becoming more sluggish, but he could
not force himself more.  "Don't you already feel more
relaxed, sweetie, a little drowsy?

Indeed, Rod did smell something funny.  What kind of
woman was holding him prisoner?  He tried holding his
breath, but that was useless.  When at last he had to
breathe again, he was forced to gasp down the drugged
vapor.

"It's a very special sleepy gas, my love.  I want to
put you in a peaceful, happy mood.  Peaceful and happy
and something else, darling."

The voice paused  "Breath deeply my love.  Are you
starting to feel good?  And horny?"

Rod could feel his strength waning and just as surely
a warmth growing between his legs.  He would have to
concentrate on resisting mentally; he was growing too
week to do more.

"I have so many things to teach you, dear, and your
mind must be open and receptive.  You must know
nothing gets a man more weak and vulnerable to
manipulation than a good come darling.  If I were
there, I would make soft sleepy love to you.  My soft
breasts would make you calm.  My warm wet pussy would
suck the strength and tension from you and you would
not be able to hold your eyes open.  You would sleep
in my arms.  But I'm not there, my love, so the gas
must do my work for me.  It's getting bad, isn't it
honey, being so horny?  You need to come, but you
don't have my warm wet pussy to pleasure you.  But you
know what you can do."

Rod seemed to shudder with the effort to ignore the
seductively dominant voice that had his prick was
twitching helplessly.  The urge to get himself off was
strong.  And the come he wanted would put him to
sleep.  "No ... wrong ...can't give in ... don't want
to listen ... don't want to sleep," he protested, half
consciously.

"No, dear, it cannot be wrong to listen to me, to give
in to me.  It would be wrong if you pleasured yourself
instead of pleasuring me.  It would be wrong to please
yourself alone if I were there and wanted your big
cock up my pussy, filling me with your thick jism. 
You would displease me if you came alone when I wished
to drink your sweet cum as I pleasured you with my
mouth, or even if I wanted to give you a hand job just
to see you close your pretty eyes in helpless ecstasy
for me.  But I'm not there, my love.  So you will make
yourself come ... for me."

Rod's face was set with determination  "No, no!" he
muttered, but the voice ignored him.

"I want to make it easy, my love.  There's a tube of
lubricant under your pillow, darling.  Use a lot of it
on your hand; it will make it so much nicer when you
slide your slick hand up and down your cock to cum for
me."  Rod lay motionless. realizing the restraint on
his right had had gone slack.  "Better hurry honey. 
The gas must be making you sleepier and I don't what
you to go to sleep frustrated.  Frustration makes you
hard and difficult.  I want you soft and easy, your
mind saturated with the pleasure of a nice big come,
unresisting as my words penetrate.  Do it darling!  I
know how much you need it."

Shaking his head in defeat, Rod slowly reached under
the pillow and took out the tube, squeezing a generous
portion of the ointment onto his trembling hand. 
Dazed by lust and the ever-present weakness, Rod did
not wonder how the voice seemed to know what he was
doing or to notice the sensors on his body that could
have supplied the answer.  He gasped as he took his
hard, thick cock in his slippery hand.

The voice took note and spoke, "That's the way my poor
horny darling, slide it up and down your prick.  Make
it big and hard for me.  Make yourself feel good,
sweetie ... that's it.  Make believe it's me
pleasuring you.  See my big tits bouncing as I ride
you.  Feel my soft wide ass in your hands as you guide
me.  It's my warm wet pussy that's making you feel so
good, so relaxed.  You want me to fuck you.  That's
it, darling, you're getting closer.  So sleepy, so
horny, so close.  You feel it, don't you darling. 
Come ... now ... for ME."

"Sabah, Oh Sabah ... Sabah ... Sabah" Rod groaned as
thick ropes of jism soiled his pajama.  His hand fell
slack and his head lolled in unconsciousness.  The
instruments detected the fall in blood pressure, the
decelerating heartbeat.  "Yes, my precious.  You've
had a good come.  Now you are drained, tranquil and
sated.  No thoughts, no frustrations, love.  Now you
can go to sleep, a deep, deep sleep, my angel.  Sleep
... sleep ...sleep," the voice died away as a faint
empty smile passed over Rod's face.  The hiss of
subliminal instructions began again.

***** 

This time Rod felt different when he awoke, stronger
and energetic, but at peace.  At a sound, he turned
and saw the woman came in with a tray.  This was the
Sabah he remembered.  God, she was gorgeous.  As tall
as he even without the heels, she wore a short tunic
that fell loosely around her abundant yet perfectly
feminine form.  Something of her confident smile
confirmed she was much his senior, though she was
untouched by wrinkle or line.  The food she placed
before him was different -- meat, potatoes, a large
salad.  Water and a carafe of wine sat by the plate. 
Without consciously remembering he knew that before he
had eaten only soups and liquids.  "Sabah?" he
questioned.

"Yes, love.  Now eat.  Regain strength.  Time enough
for answers later."  He saw he was still loosely
bound, but did as she told him.  He was famished and
ate and drank heartily.  "Drink your wine, too,
sweet," she grinned as the last morsels of food
disappeared.  He looked at her with apprehension.  "Go
on.  What are you afraid of?  That you'll get you
tipsy and I'll take advantage of you?  Or is that what
you want?" she grinned.  He accepted the glass from
her hand and drank obediently.

"Why this, Sabah" he asked holding up an arm, a bond
hanging in a curve to the bedpost.

"Largely symbolic now, my pet.  Do you see how you are
bound?"

"Silk scarves."

"MY silk scarves.  But see the loops.  Couldn't you
slip out of them?"

"Of course," he replied confidently.

"Then do so ... if you wish."

Rod began to pull on the scarf looped around his left
hand when he felt the fingers of his right hand grow
tingly as if "asleep."  Slowly the weakness spread up
his arm until he could hardly hold it up, much less
free himself.  "I ... I can't," he said with a mixture
of wonder and a little fear.  "I am still a prisoner."

"No, Rod.  You COULD leave if you wanted to.  You
can't slip the bonds because you don't really want to
leave me, are too weak to leave me.  The ties mean you
belong to me.  But you want to belong to me."

"'Belong?'"

"Yes, you belong to me because I rescued you from the
storm.  Do you remember the storm?  How terrified you
were?"

A storm.  Yes he remembered a storm.  He supposed he
had been terrified.  He nodded.

"And you remember how cold and wet you were?  You had
nowhere else to go.  I took you in."

Yes, he remembered the wet and cold and this beautiful
woman who opened the door.  He nodded again.

"We sat on the couch and talked and I made you drink
tea.  And then do you remember what happened?"

Rod paused, embarrassed as the memory returned.  "I
... I got aroused," he almost whispered.

"I GOT you aroused, my love," she grinned.  "Yes, I
opened my gown to let you see my titties and like a
naughty boy you couldn't keep your eyes off them.  And
when I spread my legs a little, you kept trying to see
if I had on panties.  You were very horny, weren't
you?"

"Yes, Sabah," he admitted, his cock stirring.

"I could see your cock getting big, but I wasn't angry
with you, was I?"

"No, Sabah."

"Of course I wasn't, Rod.  I know what happens to
healthy young men who are alone in a cozy room with a
sexy older woman.  I wanted to arose you.  I wanted to
make you so horny you'd be weak and let me to fuck
you.  And I did, didn't I?"

"Not exactly."

She smiled.  "Well, of course your male ego made you
try to resist at first.  You thought you should take
the initiative.  And you were a little bit frightened
of me as I seduced you.  But I got you over that,
didn't I.  Do you remember how?

Rod could not speak for embarrassment.

"Don't feel ashamed, love.  A horny man can't resist a
woman who offers him her pussy to eat.  And you did
love eating me, didn't you, darling?"

"Yes Sabah," he sighed.

"That's right, my Rod.  And you did me so well, so
naturally, I knew I had to keep you.  And when you
finished, my dear, you were so drugged on my pussy
juice, you were helpless when I mounted you.  You had
never had a woman take you from on top, had you?"

"No," he admitted.

"But you loved it when I made love to you that way,
didn't you?  Loved the helpless, vulnerable feeling of
being taken and used, used to pleasure me?"

"Yes, Sabah."

"And that's why you will stay with me as my mate,
belonging to me, happy making me happy, satisfying my
needs."

"Your needs?" a little smile animated Rod's face.

"Oh, very much those needs too, my refractory young
lover," she chuckled.  "Yes I need a good had fuck as
much as the next woman, much more frequently, in fact,
and I don't always like to be in control.  Sometimes
I'll let you please me, just being my man, pounding me
as you will with your lovely prick through so many
orgasms I'm fucked silly.  But I have other needs,
too.  You will learn more about when it's time, my
pet.  Fortunately, you do not need to understand my
needs to service me.  You did so the night I first
took you.  Since then I have been nursing your
strength back.  I think you are strong enough for
little feeding."

"'Feeding?'"

"It's an analogy, dear.  I need energy, sexual energy.
 When you come, when your warm jism flows from you
into me, I can choose to grasp the psychic energy of
your orgasm.  The stronger you are, the more often you
can satisfy me ... in every way." She grinned.

"You take my energy?" Rod replied in what would have
been a protest had he not been so confused.

"But it's my energy, too, Rod, because you belong to
me, right?

"I guess," he replied, hardly thinking.

"And I'll always make it feel good to give it to me,"
she promised, reaching over to touch his half-erect
penis.  "Do you believe me?"

"Oh, yes!" he gasped as a thrill ran through him.

"Would you let me feed a little now?  It will be
different this time.  Before I took what I needed. 
You were helpless and could not refuse.  I don't want
it that way and I hope you do not"

"Sabah!" he sighed as she continued to fondle him.

"I want more than a slave, Rod, more than your
wonderful body, more than your raw energy.  It will be
so much sweeter when you give yourself to me."

Rod looked up at her.  Fear and lust battled for his
soul.

"I know you will, my angel, because I'm making you
horny again, making you want to come.  But you are
still too weak to give me much.  Let's just make this
a snack," she giggled.  "How do you like this, my
darling?"  And without waiting for a reply, she
dropped her mouth on to Rod's almost fully erect
member.  The aroused young man could only moan his
pleasure as Sabah's warm wet mouth slid rapidly up and
down his engorged cock.  She was not interested in
prolonging his orgasm and his teased body responded
rapidly.  In seconds Rod was filling Sabah's mouth
with spurt after spurt of come, which she skillfully
swallowed.  The familiar taste and inflowing energy
triggered her own powerful orgasm.

When her head cleared and she felt his final drops
ooze out, Sabah removed her mouth from his cock and
slid softly into the bed beside the dazed young man. 
Freeing his limbs from the now un-needed restraints,
gently she kissed him, letting him taste his own spend
in her mouth, but Rod was too overwhelmed to respond
except top take her in his arms.  "Thank you, my
darling," she whispered.  "Now you are truly mine and
you were as sweet as I knew you would be.  Now you
must rest."  A slight tensing showed a last flicker of
instinctual resistance but Sabah quickly stifled it
with a kiss and pulled Rod's nodding head to her ample
bosom.  "Yes, like that, my baby.  Snuggle close to
me, in my arms.  Let me take care of you, my precious.
 Sleep with me Rod.  Sleep, my darling, ... sleep."

Sabah placed a firm breast to Rod's mouth and smiled
as the young man unconsciously tried to suckle from
her erect nipple, then gradually grew still.  Minutes
later when her own practiced hand between her legs had
sent a final wave of pleasure surging over her, Sabah
snuggled against Rod's hard chest and closed her eyes.
 Soon both were cuddled together, sleeping so
peacefully entwined that who could tell if the
handsome young man or the beautiful older woman was
the slave of the other?

Comment, please, to:
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com


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