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Subject: {ASSM} A Brief Mistake Rectified
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Date: Thu,  4 Nov 2004 20:10:02 -0500
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A Brief Mistake Rectified
By bachcole
Email:  rogerbird@intergate.com

This story is a continuation of "A Brief Mistake" by Artemis.  If
Artemis wanted me to ask permission to continue her story, she should
have not have made her email address secret.  "A Brief Mistake" is my
favorite story (that I did not write), so I am keen on continuing it. 
I am also disturbed with the idea of deliberately ruining someone's
life, so I have given it a good ending.

This story is absolutely true.  I swear it is.  No one could make
something like this up.  I knew Art from way back.  We had been
friends for a long time.  One day he didn't show up after work.  His
wife, Diana, was terribly worried and called me about 10:00 P.M. and
asked me if Art was with me.  I said no.  The next day Art missed work
and showed up at home, with another woman.

This is what happened.  Art went to a party after work, but did not
intend to stay very long.  You can read about what happened in "A
Brief Mistake" from the time he got to the party to when he became
enslaved to this other woman.  And I do mean enslaved, the lucky
bastard.  My narrative continues from the moment that he became
enslaved.  Lakshmi was her name, or at least that is what she called
herself.  I am guessing that this was one of those made up names that
pretentious people apply to themselves.  However, Lakshmi was very far
from being pretentious.  She may have started out pretentious, but she
had come a long way to making it real, since, I discovered later, the
name Lakshmi came from the Indian Goddess of Love, and Lakshmi could
basically fuck anyone that she wanted for as long as she wanted.

Lakshmi, the witch woman, was what I would call a red witch, as
opposed to a black witch or a white witch.  No one would mistake her
for a white witch, since she had seduced Art and fucked his guts out. 
But she was not a bad person; she was not a black witch.  She just
liked witchcraft and she loved to fuck.  Immediately after she
enslaved Art that fateful night, she began to have conscience issues
about taking him away from his wife and children.  Fortunately for all
concerned, including thank God, or thank Goddess, me, no one was
eventually hurt by her.

After first enslaving Art, that lucky bastard, (didn't I say that
before) she made him continue to lie on the floor, and she went in the
backroom and picked out some more witchy goodies.  She came back out
to Art, and, both being stark naked, told Art that she was going to
give him a wonderful gift.  Art was now mentally enslaved, so he said
very sweetly, "Yes Dear, what would that be?"  She said, "I am going
to make you unendingly virile.  You will be able to keep it up for as
long as you like, and you will like keeping it up for a long time." 
She then proceeded to do her witchy dance with the eating of the herbs
and the sprinkling and the muttering and chanting.  This lasted for
some time, perhaps ½ of an hour.

Art just watched, admiring his beautiful new owner.  Then Lakshmi told
Art, "Get thee to my bedroom, that a-way" pointing toward the back. 
Art got up and went to the back bedroom, and laid on the bed, assuming
that that is what his owner wanted.  She followed.  Then she said,
"This next session is entirely for fun, and after my last spell, it
will last so long that I did not want to risk sore knees or whatever
from doing it on the floor.  Now, lay back."  Art laid back, his
ding-dong still hard.  Lakshmi got on the bed, threw her leg over his
torso, and sat back down on his cock.  "Hmmmmm", was their collective
response.  Then she said, "You will not cum until I tell you to."  She
then proceeded to fuck and fuck and fuck.  In and out, in and out, it
felt so good for both of them.  You have never heard such moaning and
groaning in all of your life.  She screamed and he moaned.  She could
no longer fuck his guts out, since she had cast the virility spell on
him.  But she could sure give it an ol' witch's try.  She stroked up
and down, he punched up and down, for more than an hour.  They both
groaned with intense pleasure.  In and out; he slammed the head of his
cock on to her cervix.  She sat down on him to the hilt, then pulled
out just to the tip of his throbbing thrill hammer.  She sweated on
him, sweat dripping off of her nipples.  His cock was so full.  It
felt so good.  It was just in and out, ecstasy beyond his wildest
dreams.  This was sex as it was supposed to be.  She came repeatedly. 
He did not mind.  Seeing and feeling her cum made him very happy, not
just because he was her slave, but because he was a man and she was a
woman.  Finally, after several hours, she said, "Cum, Art!"  And he
blew his wad into his Beloved.

They both fell asleep, a sleep of extreme peace.  They were both
satiated beyond the normal for happy fuckers.  And Art had completely
forgotten, at least for now, all about his wife and children.  And
Lakshmi knew exactly how to solve that problem.

The next morning Lakshmi said, "Art, get dressed, we have not a moment
to spare.  We do not want to worry your wife anymore than is
necessary.  I want you to call your wife and tell her that you will be
home soon and that you are bringing home a friend that you want her to
meet.  This will completely put her off balance."

Art and Lakshmi got dressed.  She gathered together some witchy stuff
in a suitcase.  They got in Art's car, and drove to Art's house.  Of
course, Diana, Art's wife, was very uncertain.  She did not know what
to expect.  She was waiting, but not knowing what to expect.  Art
opened the door with Diana standing there watching them both.  She saw
this beautiful woman.  This did not overly please Diana; no good could
come of this, she thought.  Why would Art be so open about his affair?
 It did not make any sense.  Suddenly Lakshmi raised her left hand and
blew some dusty material that had been concealed in her fist at Diana.
 Diana coughed, but then she just stood there, as in a trance.  Well,
actually, I guess she stood there in a trance, not like a trance.  She
was totally, temporarily, stunned.

Lakshmi told Art, "Hurry, we do not have forever.  This powder will
keep her stunned for a while."  Then Lakshmi shut the door and walked
Diana to the middle of the living room.  "Art, where are the
children?"  Art said, "They are at school.  They will not be back for
about 5 hours."  So Lakshmi opened the suitcase, took out some witchy
stuff and started her rituals.  She went to the four corners of Diana,
north, south, east, and west, doing this and mumbling that and
basically making Diana her physical slave.  After this ritual of about
15 minutes, she stopped and told Diana, "Yes, Diana, I fucked your
husband last night.  How does that make you feel?"  "Terrible" Diana
said.  "Well, how would you feel if I told you that he had absolutely
no choice in the matter?"  And Diana said, "I would feel, BULLSHIT. 
That is how I would feel.  People are responsible for their actions."

And Lakshmi said, "Well, I was hoping that you would say that so that
I would have to prove to you that he had absolutely no control over
his actions.  Now, Diana, I am guessing that you would find eating
another woman's pussy to be very disgusting, wouldn't you."  And Diana
spewed, "Of course, you pig!!!!"  and tried to take a swing at
Lakshmi.  Lakshmi cried, "Stop!!", and Diana stopped in mid-swing. 
Diana went on, "I am guessing that you might put licking my cunt
somewhere around eating shit or rotten meat or drinking spoiled milk."

Diana said, "How did you stop my swing?  How did you stop me from
hitting you."  Lakshmi said, "In order to convince you utterly that
your husband had absolutely no control over his action of fucking me,
which his libido wanted desperately because he is a man and I am a
babe, I am going to make you do something that you DO NOT want to do. 
You will now come over here and lick my pussy tenderly and
passionately until I cum."  Lakshmi sat down on the couch and Diana
got down on her knees.  Diana said, "What is happening to me?  How can
you give me orders and make me do them?"  Lakshmi:  "Just eat me and
shut the fuck up, slut."  Lakshmi dropped her pants that did not have
panties underneath them.  Diana buried her face in Lakshmi's
considerable bush and started tenderly licking Lakshmi's love button,
love slit, Lakshmi's entire honey bucket.

Lakshmi groaned.  Art grinned.  And Diana got pubic hairs in her
teeth.  Even though Diana was completely inexperienced in cunnilingus,
she did a wonderful job, being a woman.  This went on for some time. 
At first, of course, Diana was so disgusted that she almost threw up. 
But after about 8 minutes, Lakshmi came, very loudly, and Diana was
sort of learning to like it.  Instead of being turned off by the sweet
taste of Lakshmi's love juice, she was beginning to like it.  But, of
course, she had no idea of the draw that sexual energy had, how one
can be drawn into liking it simply by doing it.  This is why other
macho prisoners can learn to like homosexuality.  But Diana didn't
know this.  She just knew that she was learning to like it.  Of
course, Lakshmi, being a witch, was able to manipulate her energy such
that Diana required a mere 8 minutes to learn to like it rather than
several sessions.

Lakshmi said, "Stop" after she came, and Diana stopped.  Diana did not
stop and wait for new orders, because her mind was still free, even
though her body was enslaved.  But, of course, she was beginning to
like it, so she sat there hoping that she could do it some more. 
Then, Lakshmi said, "Now, Diana, do you understand that your husband
had no choice in fucking me."  And Diana said, "Absolutely.  Can I eat
you out some more?"  And Lakshmi said, "Patience, Diana.  Now, to
finish this, Art, get naked.  Diana, you will start licking my
precious cunt again, with tender, loving vigor.  Art, you get behind
your dear wife and start fucking her.  We will all cum together.  I
want you, Diana, to tell us when you are ready to cum.  When you do,
Art and I will cum with you."  When we all cum together, Art, you will
switch your allegiance to your wife.  Your wife will become your love
master, as it were, your mistress.  You will do exactly whatever she
tells you do.  You will fuck her with extreme vigor and tenderness. 
In short, you will obey her.  Diana, you obey me.  So, let's get
started.  Art, start fucking.  Diana, start licking."

By this time, Diana was pretty much finished with her disgust of
cunnilingus, and started in on her task with self-motivated passion. 
Art needed no encouragement, since his age-old libido was extremely
enthusiastic about his task.  They fucked and they licked and they
groaned and screamed and moaned.  It was so incredibly passionate. 
Finally, Diana could hold back no more and yelled, "I am cumming" and
thrust her head back between Lakshmi's legs.  Lakshmi's yelled
something in some weird language and then told Art, "Cum, Art!!!". 
She then proceeded to cum herself.  They all three blew their wads,
simultaneously.  And Art was now utterly devoted to Diana, as before,
only as a man should be devoted, utterly, obediently, subserviently. 
And Diana, was obedient, but not devoted to Diana.  She was merely
extremely fond of Lakshmi and would gladly and loving lick her pussy. 
With Art's excellent ministrations, Diana was still devoted to Art,
but she would obey Lakshmi if called upon to do so.

They all then fell asleep for an hour after their exercise.  When they
awoke, Lakshmi said, "Before I leave, Art, please give me the name and
telephone number of a vigorous and handsome single guy to replace
you."  Art, God bless him, gave her my name and telephone number. 
That of course will lead to another story.  In the meantime,...

Lakshmi then said, "I want to test my good work; Diana, tell your
husband to get hard, and then tell him to fuck you.  And he is to fuck
you until ½ hour before your precious children come home."  Diana
said, "Art, my darling, get hard."  Art saluted femininity again,
something that he loved to do.  Then Diana said, "Art, fuck me with
intense passion and vigor, until 2:30.  Then cum like you have never
cum before."

Lakshmi said, "I guess my work here is finished.  I will leave my card
here.  If you to love-birds need anything, anything, just call me. 
Even if you just want to talk, call me.  I am here to help you and
love you and take care of you.  Control your spending, eat right,
exercise, and fuck your brains out."  And Lakshmi went out the door
while the two love-birds stroked and stroked and stroked, in and out,
in and out, getting the couch all wet with Diana's love juices, for 2
hours.

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