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The Gift.

	by Spiller.

Chapter seven.

	Days passed in a blur. At times I felt like I was passenger on a bus, which 
had lost the brakes. Mary and Henny kept me pretty busy, especially after 
the `archive' was finished the following Wednesday; on the other hand I 
worked very hard with dad and his exercises. He really was an excellent 
teacher and a nice guy. Actually I thought one day: "I wish I had had him 
for a father."

	"I read that, my boy, and thank you for the compliment! You know, that was 
what I had in mind when I wanted so much to get in contact with you."

	A couple of days before the scheduled meeting with Mr. Peterson, Mary and I 
had had a very lovely session in our bed. We fell asleep, Mary with her head 
on my shoulder, but later in the night I woke up. For a while I just enjoyed 
the heavy cloud of happiness and satisfaction, which was hanging in the 
room; Mary's steady breathing, and my own sense of contentment, which was so 
new to me.

	I could feel that I was not going to fall asleep right away, so for 
exercise I gathered my wits and sent out a message to dad. It was a great 
surprise that a minute later he was there.

	"Congratulations, son," he `said'. "I received that message, and I was not 
at all thinking of you. You really have advanced a lot faster than I thought 
possible."

	"Thank you. I have worked hard on it, though, that may be the reason."

	"Yes, I have followed you now and then, but your hard work has paid off, 
plus you must have abilities far beyond average. By the way: Why did you 
summon me?"

	"Not for any special reason, dad. I was just feeling happy, and I thought 
you ought to know. So I tried. Hope I didn't disturb you in anything 
important."

	"No, no. Never fear that. I'm ready any time. But I have to admit one 
thing, though."

	"What's that?"

	"I wish you wouldn't call me when you're naked with that lovely, horny 
woman you've got there."

	"Oh, why?"

	"She's sending out such strong emotions through you, that this dirty old 
man gets quite improper feelings of his own. It might make you jealous, if 
you are so inclined. There, now you know it."

	"Ha, ha. Stirring earthly longings in you? Well, I'm not the jealous type, 
at least not any more. I guess my growing confidence is responsible for 
that. But if she distracts you too much I can go down into the living room. 
I want to talk a little more, now that you're here."

	"That would be a good idea."

	I managed to get out of bed without waking up Mary, and from the big 
armchair I told him: "I think I shall need some advice, if you'd say I'm 
getting closer to control on the distance."

	"You are. I'd even say you could do it now. At least you could try."

	"How would I go about it?"

	"If it's about women, you try to do exactly what you have done up till now, 
only you don't need physical contact any more. The rules and technique are 
the same."

	"I get that. And I shall try. But what if I want to influence people to 
give me certain specific advantages? What then?"

	"Use words, combined with pictures, but use them in such a way that your 
victim will feel, it is his own idea. Let me give you an example, even if it 
is still premature: If you want to get something out of your new actions in 
the company, you should wait until your results turn up in accounts. Then 
you plant images of yourself in Mr. Peterson's mind, plus words like 
`bonus', `raise', `deserve', etc.  That way he will think it's his own idea 
that you deserve part of the profit, you have created for the company. Do 
you get that?"

	"Oh, yes. If he thinks the idea is his own, I'm much more likely to get 
it."

	"Right. As you get better at it, there are almost no limits to what you can 
do, but I should volunteer some advice."

	"Sure, any advice is welcome. I'm new to this, you know."

	"OK. Never bite off a bigger chunk than you can chew. You might easily 
influence the chairman of the board to make you managing director, but it 
wouldn't last long, because you are not qualified. Right?"

	"Right!"

	"If your company owns a house you'd like to buy, it would be a piece of 
cake to make them sell it to you at 25 percent of the value. But you'd get 
tax authorities at your heels, whereas if you make them sell it to you at, 
say 70 percent, you'd still get a lovely bargain, and no one would raise an 
eyebrow. Get the idea?"

	"Sure. Sounds very sensible."

	"Remember, this is your dad talking, not your mind-control-instructor. Your 
possibilities are almost limitless, but you would not want the rest of your 
life to be a roller coaster ride. You are too old for that. Use the gift to 
give your clouds, not a silver lining but a gold or platinum lining."

	"Thank you for the advice. You know, I might have plunged head on into 
something that might be too much. I'm grateful for that."

	"You're welcome, son. Keep practicing, it will increase the speed you can 
operate on, and your distance will increase. Call me if you have any 
questions or advice to ask, or if you just want a cosy chat. And now, get 
back behind that lovely ass you've got upstairs."

	Mary was fast asleep when I returned. I stood by the bed for a little while 
and enjoyed the sight of her naked body. I wondered how that woman could 
harbour so many horny and kinky desires. I wondered for a short moment how I 
would have handled it, if I had known 20 years ago. Then I gave up, climbed 
back on the bed and snuggled up behind her like a spoon, and soon I was back 
to sleep.

Chapter eight.

	Wednesday morning. The scheduled meeting with Mr. Peterson was for 10 
o'clock. Henny was gathering papers and copying a few, when I noticed her 
longish skirt. Ah, no panties.

	I went up behind her, put my arms round her from behind and kissed her 
neck. "If this meeting is just halfway a success, I think we need to 
schedule another meeting in our `archive'. I have a burning lust to find 
out, if that skirt has the length that indicates what I want to find under 
it."

	She laughed and pushed her ass against me. "I haven't the faintest idea, 
what you want to find, and if I may say so myself, I think my skirt is long 
and proper, sir. Should I consider this to be a sexual harassment?"

	"As long as you leave the pressing of charges to me, you may consider it to 
be."

	"Well, thank you, Sir, in that case I shall schedule our conference for 11 
o'clock. Will that suit you?"

	"I can hardly wait."

	The meeting with Mr. Peterson went very well. He authorised any kind of 
information I might want from the other departments, I was given permission 
to call for meetings between departments, and at last he even congratulated 
us on the planning.

	"Do you have any wishes to add, Mr. Hansen?"

	"Well, I have missed a couple of possibly fine shipments during these last 
2 weeks. Bulk offers which were sold, before samples could reach us by mail. 
If I had been able to go there myself we might have made a couple of fine 
deals."

	"Do I read you like this: You'd like a travel-account to make it possible 
to go on short notice?"

	"Yes, actually. You probably know very well how long time an application 
for an airplane ticket may take to get through our bureaucracy."

	"Oh, dear, do I know. I shall tell `communications' that for this trial 
period you are allowed immediate air travel within Europe. Will that 
suffice?"

	"Certainly."

	"OK. You've got it, and I trust you to balance expenditure with the 
benefit."

	Back to the office. On the way I just managed to be thankful that I had 
followed dad's advice, not to use mind control, yet. Then I was torn back to 
present times by Henny. In the lift she pressed herself close to me and 
whispered: "That means a `conference' in the archive, doesn't it?"

	"You bet!"

	We had only just closed the outer door to my office when Henny turned 
towards me, lifted up the hem of her skirt to show me her stockings and 
suspenders, plus a novelty for her: A smooth, shaved pussy.

	"I want you to take me in there, and just fuck me right away. I've been 
horny for two days, and I'm in no need for foreplay."

	From the janitor Henny had solicited an old, very solid table. She had made 
him cut the legs down to her size, almost the same height as her kitchen 
table. Unceremoniously she jumped up on it, while I loosened my pants, then 
she spread her lovely legs as wide as they would go and groaned: "Fuck me."

	I bent down with the intention of having a nice taste of her naked pussy, 
but she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "I said fuck me. Just put it in 
and fuck me. You can suck it when you have fucked me, if you want." God, I 
loved it when she was so rude.

	"OK, take it, then, and put it in. I shall damn well fuck you!"

	My cock had not reached full hardness when I entered her, but that was 
remedied very fast. Her cunt was delicious. Dripping wet, very hot, and very 
tight. When she clenched my cock with that hot cunt, I grew to full size and 
hardness in a couple of seconds. When I hit bottom the first time she 
groaned: "Aaahhh, that's good, God, I love it. Shit, I could cut it off and 
keep it up there forever."

	When we equipped the archive we had spent some time on that table, and had 
had a lot of fun out of it. With carefully measured distance a lamp and a 
hook for the waste bag  was screwed into the edge of the table. Now Henny 
spread a little wider and hooked her feet behind these items. She looked 
very vulgar in this position, and she knew it, and she enjoyed it. On top of 
that, it made it possible for me to fuck hard and deep into her. Which she 
also enjoyed.

	"AAhhhh. You are making me so lovely sore up there, Erik. Oohhh." It was 
furious, violent and fast! After only a few minutes I grabbed her hips and 
pulled her hard against me, while I started coming. When she felt me shaking 
and pumping against her it triggered her own orgasm, and she exploded with a 
deep groan. "Yessss, yesss," she panted into my ear, "Ohhh, it's so good. It 
just goes on! Aaaahhhhhh."

	With a long sigh, like a wheel loosing air, the tension and the 
contractions stopped, and I pulled out my dripping cock. I kissed her, and 
then I grabbed a Kleenex from the box Henny had placed strategically on the 
table, dried my cock off and pulled up my pants. All through this Henny 
maintained her vulgarly spread position.

	"Didn't you want to lick it? I shaved it for you, you know."

	She was such a nasty sight! Her cunt was very open, her shaved lips 
glistened with juice, and a small treacle of grey sperm seeped out of her.

	"Oh, what the hell, if she can eat it, I won't die from a few drops on my 
tongue," I thought. I pulled a chair up in front of her and sat down. I 
rubbed my cheeks against the tops of her stockings. I don't know why, but 
those stockings never cease to fascinate me. Then I licked her thighs, 
alternating between left and right, and at last I kissed her mons and licked 
it. When my tongue worked its way towards her crack she seemed to come 
alive, and when I touched her clit with the tip, and then moved down towards 
her vagina, she groaned and rocked her cunt against me. The taste was not so 
bad. Slightly salty, I'd say, and mixed with her abundant juice it was 
downright delicious!

	"Oh, this is nasty," she groaned. Her voice was trembling when she said: 
"Oh, my God, you are eating your come out of me! That is soooo perverse! 
I've dreamed of that for years!... God, I'm coming again. I'm coming. Yesss, 
suck it, you nasty you. Oooooohh." Quickly I pushed two fingers up her cunt 
and sucked her clit into my mouth. She pulled her feet out of the supports 
and clamped her trembling thighs round my cheeks, and her cunt really 
massaged my two fingers.

	Gradually she came down from Mount Everest. I pulled my fingers out, and 
her legs slumped down on my shoulders. When I lifted my head from her cunt 
and looked up, I was met with two starlit eyes and a happy, content smile. I 
pushed the chair back and lifted her off the table. We kissed, and for a 
moment we just stood there, arms around each other.

	"That was the nastiest, Erik! You wouldn't know how much I loved it."

	"I'd say you painted a pretty lifelike picture, Henny. By the way: I love 
your shaved pussy."

	"That's good. I did it for you, you know."

	"What about your husband, did he mind?"

	"He hasn't seen it yet. I wanted you to be the premiere. But he's coming 
home tonight, so I can tell you tomorrow."

	"Oh, he's going to stay at home for a while, now?"

	"Bloody, no. He's leaving again Friday."

	"Will you do something really nasty for me?"

	"I promise you, if you'll do what you did today, just once or twice a 
month, I'll do anything for you. Even nasty stuff."

	"If you liked me sucking my sperm out of your cunt, I'm sure you'll like 
this one, too."

	"OK, what?"

	"Can you come to work half an hour early on Friday?"

	"Sure. No problem."

	"I want you to seduce your husband to a farewell morning-fuck, then you put 
on a pair of tight plastic or rubber panties, to keep it all in there, and 
bring me your filled cunt for a morning fuck in the archive."

	"Oh, my God, NO, no, yes, yessss....you nasty, crazy man. THAT is wild."

	"Will you do it?"

	"Will I do it? The pope couldn't stop me! Oh, God, the more I think of it, 
the hornier I get. Yes, of course I'll do it."

	"Good, I'll be half an hour early, too, so we'll have a little time to 
ourselves.  But for now, we'll have to get some work done."

	"Right, nasty Sir."


Chapter nine.

	I have to admit, that so far this day had been a real boost to my ego. What 
had happened on the job could only be described as a major break through; 
and I had not even used mind control, yet! If I may say so, I also had 
reason for being just a little proud of my success with Mary and Henny. 
After all, the images I had planted in their minds were long gone, and yet 
both of them seemed to be developing more and more advanced desires.

	The idea came to me as I was driving home. I turned off at the next exit 
and drove back downtown. I had decided to take Mary one step further, and I 
entered an adult bookshop with the intention to buy cuffs for her wrists and 
ankles. Suddenly it dawned upon me that this would be a perfect place for a 
first test-run on `remote control'. This guy would probably never see me 
again; at least it was of my own choosing whether he should or not.

	I went up to the shelves with porn videos. For a little while I 
concentrated hard on forming the images of soft leather cuffs, and when I 
was ready I directed them, together with a diffuse image of myself, to the 
young salesman. Once they were sent, I turned back to the videos.

	"Can I help you, Sir?" The young guy looked eager to serve.

	"I'm just browsing."

	"Maybe I could call your attention to some very fine cuffs, we have just 
acquired from Italy. They are very luxurious. A bit expensive, I have to 
admit, but since you are the first person I show them to, I might offer you 
a special price?"

	My God, it was working! How the hell would he know what I was here for, if 
it was not through the mind control?

	"OK, show me. I just might get interested."

	The cuffs were absolutely gorgeous. Not only were they beautiful, almost 
like jewellery, but also they were extremely comfortable, made of the 
softest black leather with a purple velvet lining. Each cuff had two steel 
rings for fastening ropes or chains. I ended up purchasing four cuffs, plus 
half a metre of very light chain with hooks on each end. He sold me all of 
it for 50 dollars.
When I was about to leave, he even threw in a small zippered `leather' bag, 
which would hold it all.

	"Welcome home, dear. Did you have a nice day?"

	God, that wife of mine had sex written all over her! These last few days 
she had received me in the same dress: A long, very loose and roomy design, 
which looked so damn sexy anyway, because it was made of shiny, clinging, 
pale blue silk; or maybe it was some kind of nylon, how would I know. But I 
knew that, like the other days, she would be naked under it, except for stay 
up stockings.

	"You bet it was a good day. I have a lot to tell you." I kissed her warmly.

	"How exciting. I've put the whisky and a couple of glasses on the terrace. 
Go and relax for five minutes, and I'll be out with two cappuccinos."

	"Thank you, love. You're so nice to come home to."

	Five minutes with your eyes closed, relaxing in the evening sun, should be 
listed on the bill of human rights. Add to that a sexy wife placing two cups 
of cappuccino on the table! She noticed the small `leather' bag, which I had 
placed on the table.

	"Hey, what's that? Something for me?"

	"Sure, but you'll have to wait a little."

	I poured our whiskeys, and while we enjoyed the sweet coffee and the 
whisky, I told her about my meeting with Mr. Peterson, my extended authority 
and the travel arrangement.

	"But that's wonderful, darling. They are finally beginning to appreciate 
you!" She jumped out of her chair and knelt in front of me, grabbed my face 
between her hands and kissed me. "Congratulations!"

	"Thank you. And now for the present. It's for you, but it is also kind of a 
celebration gift to myself."

	I opened the little bag and pulled out two of the cuffs. While she was 
still on her knees in front of me, I fastened them to her wrists. She looked 
a little puzzled, first at the cuffs and then at me.

	"They are very pretty. Tell me, are they what I think they are?"

	"Easy, dear. Go back to your chair, and you'll soon know."

	Now it was my turn to kneel in front of her. As I fastened the last two 
cuffs to her ankles, the expression on her face showed that she knew, and 
when I fastened the chain between the ankle cuffs she looked downright 
horny.

	"Oh, Erik. That is VERY sexy. Do you think I can walk with these on?"

	"Slaves and chain-gangs can, so why shouldn't you? But I'm sure you can't 
run away from me!"

	"Why would I want to do that? Help me up, I want to try."

	She was a damn sexy sight. The chain rattled against the tiles, her 
movements were stiff and a little abrupt, which made her tits jiggle in a 
most interesting way. I sat down again, enjoying the sight.

	"I think you'll look even better without that dress on. Come over here."

	"What if the neighbours are looking," she asked while she walked towards 
me.

	"They wouldn't even get a peek of your tits, if they were. Unless, of 
course, they climbed a ladder. And if they did, I'm sure Hanne would become 
envious. Her tits are nothing compared to yours."

	I had counted on pulling off her dress, myself, but as she came closer she 
grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head with a very sexy movement. Then 
she took the last two steps until she was standing between my legs, naked 
except for stockings and cuffs.

	"Do you think they are prettier than Hanne's?"

	"Being coy? You know very well that they are prettier, firmer, bigger, and 
better." I placed my hands on them. A nice handful! "In fact so much better, 
that I shall propose a late dinner."

	"If that is your wish, Sir, it will be a late dinner."

	"I want you to go and lie down on our bed, while I pick up some flag line 
from the garage and lock the doors. Be careful when you climb the stairs, I 
would hate to see you fall."

	When I came upstairs with the soft, strong line, she was lying on her back 
on the bed. I bent down and kissed her, and then I opened the doors of the 
`French balcony'. Noises from the neighbourhood came into the room. A 
lawnmower, cars starting or stopping, kids laughing and playing, a barking 
dog.

	"This is such a luxury, darling. All around us people are busy, the way 
they always are at this time of the day, and I'm preparing to tie up my sexy 
wife and use her to my heart's desire, and for the longest time."

	"Oh, Erik, how I love you. I'm sure that if only the other husbands would 
do something similar, there'd be a bundle of happier wives around here."

	I decided then and there to take my time. Slowly I undressed, and I spent 
quite some time cutting lines to the right lengths, and then tie them to the 
four corners of the bed. All the time Mary followed my every movement with 
eager eyes. When I reached out for her left hand, she willingly lifted her 
arm and placed it in my hand. I threaded the soft line through one of the 
steel rings and tied it with a double knot. When I moved to the other side 
of the bed, her hand was already in the right position. I was careful not to 
tighten the line too hard. I wanted her to be able to move her arms a 
little, so she'd be comfortable.

	"Let's see how much you'll be able to defend yourself."

	She pulled hard at the ropes, but she couldn't get her hands anywhere near 
her shoulders. "Not much I can do now, is there?"

	"No."

	I unhooked the chain from her ankles and placed it across her belly. I tied 
the ropes to her ankle cuffs a lot shorter than to her hands. Her legs were 
spread very wide, now, and she couldn't move them together. She looked 
wonderfully vulnerable, and in spite of that, or maybe because of that, I 
saw the first droplets of juice seep out of her.

	From the battery of bottles on her dresser I picked a small bottle of 
lavender oil. As far as I remembered, it had a nice smell, and you don't 
need a lot of it to make your hands slip and slide on the skin. I then 
straddled her hips and held the bottle above her chest. Looking into her 
eyes I let a few drops fall between her breasts, and while I put the cork 
back in, I said: "This time I'm going to let my hands enjoy your body for as 
long as they like. You are a fine looking woman, Mary."

	"Thank you, Sir, but I'm not sure I can take it for very long. I have been 
quite horny this afternoon."

	"You see, dear, that's the point: You can't do anything about it!" I wet my 
hands in the oil and started with her breasts. They were so soft and 
delicious, and I hadn't caressed them for very long before her nipples were 
standing hard and proud. Over the next 15 minutes I took good care of her 
neck, her arms and shoulders, even her forehead and cheeks. I also tickled 
her ears with fingers and tongue, and returned to her breasts.

	While I uncorked the bottle, I got down between her legs and found a 
comfortable position on my knees. A thin trail of oil followed my movement, 
and when I recorked the bottle there would be plenty of oil for her belly 
and thighs.

	"Close your eyes, dear. I want you to let your fantasies free. While I 
massage your belly, your thighs and your pussy, you must be open to any kind 
of horny fantasy, which may enter your head."

	"Yes, I shall do that, if that's what you want. I'm already so horny I feel 
like exploding."

	"Very good, that's what I like."

	It was terribly exciting to massage her this way. Her belly was lovely, and 
for a long time I alternated between her belly and thighs, with small 
detours to her pussy. I would masturbate her for a little while, but if I 
felt she was getting close to an orgasm, I would return to belly or thighs.


To be continued......
















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