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This is another story of the Veil that separates the worlds.
Greg felt confused, even a bit frightened at the end of the yoga class. It was only his fifth class, and he was unsure of so many things. He was shaking a bit as he approached the young instructor, Cindy, at the front of the room.
She moved so easily, he thought, with such grace and control. “Can I ever be like that?” he thought to himself.
He saw another woman approach as well, one of the older women -- she must be at least thirty. Compared to Cindy, she wasn’t as limber, but her body was so much more developed, so much, well, ripe was the only thing that came to Greg’s mind -- she seemed ripe, mature, where Cindy still seemed under-developed.
Greg shuddered a bit, almost dizzy, closing his eyes for a moment. After class, especially following meditation at the end of class, things looked so strange. The people around him looked -- thin -- somehow. All except for this woman -- she seemed so solid, so present. It was hard not to stare at her.
Greg turned to Cindy, surrounded as usual by students, waiting his turn, trying to get her attention.
Finally she turned to him. “Yes?” she asked with a smile.
Greg was still puzzled by the way people looked, and the way he felt.
“Uh, Cindy,” he started out, rubbing his hands, “I’ve got this feeling in the palms of my hands...”
Cindy gave him a depreciating smile; he was a new student. “It will pass with time. Try putting a pad under your hands, and not putting as much weight on the heels of your hands -- try and distribute the weight better.” She turned to another student.
Greg turned away, dismissed. That hadn’t been his question at all. He started walking to the back of the room, back to his bag. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
No. He shivered a bit as he turned. He felt the hand before it touched his shoulder, and he knew who and it was -- it was her -- the solid looking woman. He knew that before he turned around.
He turned to see her smiling at him.
Carol smiled to the young man standing in front of her. He looked so confused. She could hardly contain herself -- she’d felt him, felt his energy the moment he walked into class. She’d felt him open up, felt the energy flowing in him, so strong yet so uncontrolled. And the feelings he’d sent out during meditation -- she knew what she had to do, she just wasn’t sure how to do it. His question to the instructor gave her the opening she needed.
“The feeling you had in your hands,” she said softly, “was one of coolness in the palms during most of the poses. Yet when you did Warrior, <http://www2.gdi.net/~mjm/vir2.html> for a moment you felt a flash of heat, and that startled you, and you almost fell. Right?”
Greg nodded, stunned. How did she know?
Carol continued, reeling him in. “And doing spinal twist on the floor at the end, you felt coolness in both palms, and in the sole of your outstretched foot, but not in the other foot.” She paused to see him nod again.
She stepped closer, taking him into her eyes. She could feel the energy roiling in him, and her hunger.
“And during meditation,” her voice was intense yet barely above a whisper, “the chimes...”
Greg couldn’t believe what was happening. Had she been in his mind? She knew what he’d felt better than he had! Then she mentioned the chimes, and the memory came back, and his eyes closed and he felt dizzy again. He felt strong hands help him to sit at the back of the room, leaning against the wall.
Carol held him as he collapsed, helping him to sit against the wall. The chimes had affected her as well; she needed a better look at them. She suspected.... But they could wait for later; even if the chimes were what she suspected, they weren’t as important a catch as he was.
“Yes,” she whispered intently, “the chimes rang and ripped the veil between the worlds.” She was shaking now as well; the chimes had affected her as well. Holding him, feeling the immense power roiling uncontrolled within him, having a taste of that power flow into her now....
“The veil ripped and you fell between the worlds.... Open your palms now and take a slow deep breath in, draw in energy from the other world....”
Greg was dizzy, tingling again. Her words were coming from close yet far away. Somehow he knew how to open his palms. He breathed deep and slow, and he knew he breathed in not only through his lungs, but also through his palms. He felt it fill his body, felt the tingle of her touch on his arms.
Carol almost lost control when he inhaled, drawing prana from the Other Side. She closed her eyes and drew it from him as best she could. She drew in so much, yet she could feel his ability to tap so much more! She shuddered on the edge of ecstasy -- he was the answer to so many prayers!
“Now close your palms and exhale slowly; exhale down through your body, spreading energy down , through your chest, down through your belly, down through your legs, down to your toes, down !” she commanded in a whisper, gripping his shoulders, using the double-bind and giving him no choice.
Greg exhaled slowly, moving energy as she described. He could feel it. He could feel the tingle distribute itself. That was part of what he had been missing. The energy seemed to pour into him, but he didn’t know how to direct it -- until now. Now he was learning. He felt her hands warm and exciting on his shoulders now. Who was she?
“And when the chimes rang again, we came back to this place,” she whispered, working hard to maintain control. She was trembling, wanting so much to possess him right here, right now. She wanted to rip off his clothes, and her own, and have him deep inside her. But she knew that wasn’t the way. She needed time to prepare. Not much time, but she needed time. She knew he would come to her. He had to.
“Open your eyes again, as you did then. Open your eyes and look around. You think everyone else is different now. Well, they’re not. It’s you and I who are different.”
Greg opened his eyes and looked around. She was right. How was she right? How did she know? He looked at her in awe. She seemed to be almost glowing.
Carol looked into his face and smiled. He was as good as hers right now.
“I can teach you. Do you want to learn?” she asked.
Greg shuddered, his eyes closing momentarily. He had a flash of something -- pleasure, pain, sorrow, joy, compassion, understanding. Such an incredible jumble of feelings all at once -- but somehow he knew that in the end things would work out well. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Somehow he looked into her; he felt the difference. She could teach him much. He smiled and said, “Yes.”
Carol almost laughed, sitting back on the floor, reaching for her bag. She got a pen and a piece of paper. She quickly wrote her name and address on it and handed it to him. She almost gasped at the spark of their fingers touching.
“My name is Carol. I will teach you. What is your name?”
Greg reeled from the sensation of her touch. He knew he would do anything she asked. He looked at her again and gave himself to her, fantasies flashing through his young mind. He managed to say, “Greg.”
Carol allowed herself a laugh. She’d sensed the powerful sexual feelings in him. His fantasies would be fulfilled -- and more, and soon. She looked at the clock -- eleven in the morning. How long would she need to prepare?
She looked at him, allowing lust to fill her face, and seeing his startled reaction.
“Be at my house at two this afternoon. Have a light lunch, but no meat and no refined sugar. Bring your yoga clothes.”
Greg looked at her, reeling again, his heart pounding. Was she offering what he thought? The look she’d given him.... “How long?” he managed to say.
Carol stood, smiling. She looked down on him and said “Oh, months darling. I have much to teach you, and you have so much to learn.”
She picked up her bag and walked out without another word. She felt her hips swaying, and his eyes on her until she was out the door.
After she was out of sight, Greg let his eyes close and his head lean back against the wall. What was happening? He was still shaking, but not as much. He opened his eyes and looked at the note in his hand. His hand trembled. Somehow he thought of that cool feeling in his palms, and the trembling stopped. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, imagining the coolness flow through his body again. After a few breaths he felt better, stronger, calmer.
He opened his eyes again and stood, slowly. He looked around the room. Most everyone had left. Cindy was still at the front, helping another woman with a pose. Greg smiled; he knew who his teacher was now. He picked up his bag and walked to the door.
*
Greg wandered back to the university’s dining hall in a daze. All the people around him looked thin somehow, as if they’d lost some of their solidity. He felt pins-and-needles all over still. His palms and the soles of his feet felt more open, more alive now. He could stand still, close his eyes, and breathe the coolness through his body. That helped. He had the feeling of standing in a calm spot in the middle of a storm.
Living on campus was good news and bad news, he thought. It was paid for -- he had a place to stay and his meals were taken care of. Still, he looked forward to living off campus. A thrill shot through him. What if she... He laughed at himself; that was such a crazy thought. He looked up and saw a girl walking up the steps to the dining hall. She was very pretty. He smiled and opened the door for her, enjoying the scent of her passing by, breathing her in. She turned as she went through the door and smiled at him. When she smiled, it felt as if he could see, feel within her. Wild!
*
Carol’s hands shook as she opened the door to her house. So much to do, and so little time! Her web had started weaving itself in her mind as she drove home from the yoga studio. She thought she’d sensed something last week at class; it must have been him. He would come. She must bind him, and bind him well. The old ways took time, so much time to prepare. Then she smiled. But the new ways -- the new ways would hold him long enough to prepare the more traditional approach. She laughed; she’d started her binding, holding him up against the wall. The Path is different with each step, she told herself, always new, yet always old. She would combine the new with the old, and by the time the sun set, he would be hers.
He was the answer to her prayers. He would give her the energy she needed to rule the coven, to dominate, to control. That old fool who thought she ran things now -- she didn’t stand a chance! New blood was needed, new views, her views -- and he was her answer.
He’d have to be trained, but just a little. She knew she had to teach him control, as well as control him herself. She could tell his was a talent stronger than any she’d experienced. It was a raw talent that needed to be tamed. She smiled a tight smile; she would tame him. She would teach him. Just a little, just enough, but she would teach him -- teach him to be hers.
And she would use him to propel her to the position of leadership, of command, of control, which she desired, and deserved. And if she did it properly, none of the others would know the source of her new power!
She laughed as she practically ran from room to room preparing. Her web unfolded as she went. First would be the living room, sitting, talking, sipping tea. Then to the practice room, once the tea had started its work. Where the tea gave her an opening, she would use all her skills to take him. She would use her voice, her hands, and then her body. She stripped the practice room to its bare essentials.
She quickly but carefully cast her circle and started making preparations. One small dish was for the tea for her. Another small dish was for the tea for him. Another dish would have its contents spread in their bed tonight. Three more for the incense burners -- the first for the living room while they talked, a compliment to the tea; the second for the practice room while she took him body and mind, and the third for the bedroom.
She closed her eyes and drew on her sources of power, consecrating her preparations through her Will. She thanked and dismissed the wards, and went about the rest of her tasks.
*
Greg was confused going through the food service area. She’d told him no meat, no refined sugar. What did that leave? He finally decided on a bowl of rice with vegetables, with plenty of butter and some soy sauce added. Two large glasses of milk finished off his tray. He showed his meal pass to the cashier and went to find a seat.
He sat in the chair with a sigh. The rice was satisfying. He probably should eat better; not as much pizza, burgers, and fries. How long would it take him to walk to her house? What should he bring? It was all so sudden, and all so strange.
“Mind if I join you?”
Greg looked up to see the girl who’d smiled at him at the door now standing at the other side of the table holding a tray.
“Please!” he said with a surprised smile.
She smiled and sat across from him. Greg breathed the coolness through himself again, taking in her freshness. That helped. “I’m Greg,” he said, extending a hand.
Nancy reached over to shake his hand. She’d been surprised by the warmth of his smile as he’d opened the door for her. He seemed to be radiating warmth, life, and just plain sex. Still, she was surprised at the electric spark she felt when their hands touched.
“Nancy,” she said with a little gasp, “Do you live in the dorms?”
Greg nodded. “I’m a troll in Dabney.” “Troll” was school slang for someone who studied all the time, seldom seeing the light of day.
Nancy smiled. “I’m in Blacker.” She couldn’t believe how hot he was, and how hot she was getting, just sitting here talking to him! This was one guy she definitely wanted to know better!
Greg smiled. “Our houses make us hereditary enemies.”
Nancy said, “Oh, I don’t know about that, brother troll. There are worse; after all,” she raised her glass and said, “Fleming eats it faster.”
Greg raised his glass and replied, “Amen to that -- they do; they do.”
*
Carol could finally relax. She’d finished and double-checked her preparations. As she looked around the living room, she almost laughed. You could bring in a rabbi, a bishop, and a flock of Mormons, and they’d never notice anything amiss. She’d finished showering and dressing. She decided on a simple silk top with short sleeves and a simple short skirt. It looked fairly conservative. She smirked at that thought, knowing just how fast she could get out of this outfit, and how much flexibility it offered. She sighed as she sat in the chair, folding her hands in her lap. She’d done well -- now for the hard part -- wait. She closed her eyes and started the slow breath through her nose, calming her mind, letting her awareness expand.
Some time later, she felt him approach. She felt his energy, his confusion, his.... She chuckled a bit as she opened her eyes. She sprinkled her carefully prepared incense from the small dish onto the charcoal of the burner. She turned her head and looked to the door.
Greg walked along, more confused than ever. He’d barely gotten out of the dorm. What had gotten into that woman? He’d never experienced anything like that before. He grunted to himself; the house should be about in the middle of the block. Today was a day for new experiences, that was for sure.
He stopped in front of the house. It looked plain and well cared for. What was inside? What would happen to him inside? He tingled with anticipation, excitement, fear. He closed his eyes, letting his bag drop to the sidewalk beside him. Just in case he’d brought his toothbrush, and his thermodynamics text. He turned his palms out and took a slow breath, taking in the coolness, then exhaling it through his body. After a few cycles he opened his eyes again. The tingling was still there, but he felt better. He picked up his bag and walked to the door.
Carol gasped as she saw and felt him standing on the sidewalk in front of the house. The ease with which he drew in energy ... it increased her awe, and her hunger, and her resolve. He must be hers!
Greg walked to the door and rang the bell. As he looked at his hand, the one which had rung the bell, he smiled. He focused on keeping that palm open, feeling the coolness, feeling the calm.
The door opened. Carol stood there, dressed simply. She looked so ... solid, he thought. Even Nancy, back in the dorm, had looked thin somehow, in spite of the way she’d felt.
“Thank you for coming,” Carol said with a small smile. “Please come in.”
Greg stepped inside. Carol took his bag and put it on the floor after she closed the door. Greg looked around the room. Simple furnishings, dark wood floors with area rugs, an old fireplace, some books. He liked the feel of wood. The room felt comfortable. He smelled something, incense perhaps. “Thank you for inviting me,” he said.
Carol stepped to the center of the room. “Please have a seat. I’ll get our tea.”
Greg sat in a small, overstuffed chair. Part of him was screaming to stay alert, yet part of him wanted to let go and relax. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly through his nose, enjoying the scent of the incense.
Carol put the teacups and teapot on the tray. The first cups, already poured, were special. The contents of the pot were for both of them. Remember, she told herself, he gets the one with the small chip on the bottom.
She made a small noise as she set the tray down on the table in front of the chairs, and sat in the chair to Greg’s right. She could sense the turmoil in him. Did he sense what was to transpire? She dismissed the thought, concentrating instead on the pleasure she would give him, the pleasure she would give them both.
Greg opened his eyes as Carol was sitting down. She was quite attractive, he thought. His mind kept flashing back to Nancy, the way she’d pawed at him.
“Tea?” Carol said, handing him a cup and saucer.
Greg accepted it, saying, “Thank you.” Carol picked up hers and took a sip. Greg sipped his. It was hot, but not too hot. It tasted very good. He drank most of the cup quickly -- he was thirsty.
Carol was pleased to see Greg drink the tea so quickly. He put his almost empty cup down on the saucer and she refilled it from the pot.
“You’ve had an interesting day, haven’t you,” she told him with a wry smile.
Greg sighed and slumped forward a bit. “I don’t know...” was all he could say.
Carol looked him over carefully. His slightly puffy and reddened lips confirmed her suspicions.
“You’ve never had a woman throw herself at you before?” she asked.
Greg sat up as if poked with a stick, giving her a surprised and puzzled look.
“No, never. How did you know?” How did this woman know so much about him?
Carol sipped her tea and set down the cup. “You could have taken her,” she said calmly, “I would have understood; I would have waited.”
Greg was even more confused. He shook his head a little, no sound coming from his mouth.
“Did she want you?” Carol asked.
Greg sighed and said, “Yes. God, yes.”
“Did you want her?”
Greg was confused again. “I... I don’t know.”
Carol took another sip of tea. “I hope that when I need you, when I’m pleading for you, you will have the time for me,” she whispered with a smile.
Greg shook his head. “What’s happening to me?”
“You’re waking up,” Carol told him. “Tell me about it.”
Once Greg started talking, it was hard for him to stop. He told her of growing up in the Midwest, coming to the West coast to go to college, now nineteen in his third year, skipping grades early on, now excelling in a program that burned out some of the brightest. Now all this -- the feelings in yoga, then Nancy.
“The way you talk, you think I did that to her?” Greg asked.
Carol nodded, sipping her tea. “Yes,” she said softly, “you did. You can do that to anyone you choose. It’s one of the things you can do, now that you’re waking up.”
“But how ... yoga ... my hands ...” Greg wasn’t used to finding it hard to express himself.
Carol looked over to the incense burner; the incense had gone out, her signal to move to the next phase. She set down her cup and smoothed her short skirt. She looked at Greg. “You’re waking up to a new and very different world. Let’s move to the practice room for some yoga. You did bring your clothes?”
Greg nodded and stood up as Carol did. He could feel the confidence in her. He picked up his bag and followed her down the hallway. She pointed out a small bathroom where he could change, and pointed to the practice room further down the hall. He went into the bathroom to change.
Carol went into the practice room and dumped the second batch of incense into the small burner in the room. She glanced around; everything was in place. She turned widdershins in silent invocation, protecting them from harm and interruption. She moved easily into Lotus, calming her mind for the pleasurable task at hand.
Greg took the time to go to the toilet, then changed back into the shorts and tank top he wore for yoga. As he walked down the hallway, he paused and looked into a bedroom. A shiver went through him as he looked at the large bed in the room.
He stepped into the room. It was fairly bare; wood floors with a central carpeted area in the center and cushions strewn about the edges. Carol was sitting off to the side of the carpet, sitting in a meditation pose, looking so calm, so relaxed. Oh, he thought, if only he could learn to relax like that.
Carol opened her eyes as Greg stepped into the room. She motioned next to her. Greg sat down. Carol looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Greg, you need to learn control. Whether you realize it or not, that’s what drew you to yoga. Now as a yoga teacher, Cindy is okay, just ... shallow. Hatha yoga is a combination of three things: the poses, the breath, and the mind. Through the breath, we yoke body and mind together, strengthening and calming to prepare for meditation.”
Greg shook his head. “I don’t know how much I can do. I’m feeling keyed up, and wiped out.”
Carol smiled; this was a good sign. “We’ll do relaxing poses then. On your back please for spinal twist.”
Greg sighed and collapsed on his back. Carol smiled, suppressing a chuckle. She moved to sit at his head.
“Now, left leg out straight, bend the right and put your right foot on the left knee. Shift the hips over to the right a bit, close your eyes, and let your hips rotate to the left.”
Greg twisted, pulling his right knee over. He started turning his head to the right as he’d been taught. Hands touched the sides of his head. “No,” Carol’s voice told him, “head centered for now.”
She smiled. She had him. “Take a deep, slow breath. It’s okay if your knee rises. Let your arms go out straight. I’ll hold your shoulders.” She pressed lightly on his shoulders, holding them to the mat. He gave a ragged sigh as she pressed.
“That’s good. Now for the secret -- when you exhale, let go. Let go of all the tension. Another slow breath in.... Good. Now, exhale and relax; relax. Feel how your knee is a little closer to the ground now. Don’t muscle it over; relax it over. Another slow breath in; exhale and relax your forehead and your face. Let go. Good. Relax your entire body. Another slow breath in; exhale and let the relaxation flow into your scalp and down into your neck.”
Greg felt her hands holding his shoulders to the ground. With every breath in he felt his knee drawing up a bit as his lungs filled. With each exhale he let go of more tension, relaxing more, feeling the twist deepen, his knee closer to the ground every time.
And with each cycle she led him through, he felt warmer and more relaxed. Somewhere around his ribs her voice started to feel distant. The coolness in his palms increased.
Carol knew she had him by the time she got to his waist, but she went through the remainder of the sequence, deepening his relaxation, deepening his trance. She moved him to the other side, spending a few minutes pressing his hips directly. Her first touch to his hips brought sharp breaths to both of them. She deepened his trance as he stretched the other side.
“Now unwind to tranquility pose,” Carol said softly, moving back to his head. “Palms up and let go. Let go of the breath. Let go of the body. Feel the coolness in your palms and in the soles of your feet. Feel it move with the breath as my voice relaxes you more and more. Let go to my voice.” She stroked his temples slowly, speaking softly, draining the tension from his body with her fingers and her voice.
As she took him deeper into trance, she wove in the suggestions she’d use to control him, to own him. She was pleased to learn in questioning him that he found her very attractive, he wanted to learn, and he had already fantasized about her.
She moved to his side for the next part. “Now breathe slow and let the energy fill you. Exhale and spread it through your body. Good. Now I’m going to touch you, and wherever I touch you, you’ll focus the energy as you exhale.”
She started with his chest, opening the heart chakra. Then she moved around, avoiding the root chakra, saving that for last. She got a strong reaction from him at the third eye. Such talent he had! And soon he would be hers.
It was time. She quickly slipped out of her clothes, then slipped off his shorts. She smiled; even in his limp state he showed promise.
“Now I’ll touch you again. Breathe the energy into that place.” He started to inhale and she placed her hands on his limp cock. He sucked in air, shaking a little.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“Yes...” he replied.
“Good. Then breathe in again, breathing energy to that place. And as you breathe into that special place, you’ll find your cock getting harder and harder. When I touch your cock and it gets harder, the rest of your body gets softer and softer, more and more limp as you go deeper and deeper. Whenever I touch your cock, all the energy, all the strength in your body moves to my touch, taking you deeper and deeper.”
She caressed him erect, talking to him, watching the rest of his body relax more and more. She felt the energy growing in him, concentrating. She moved astride him, preparing. She saw a drop of fluid ooze from his tip; he must be very close.
“You have the strength to speak when I ask you questions. Do you want this pleasure to continue?”
“Oh yes.” he whispered.
“Then give your body to me, and I will give you pleasure.”
He moaned in reply; it was a satisfactory answer to her and she continued. “Your body is mine and will do what I say. Your pleasure will increase and you will come when I tell you to. Your body will obey me. Tell me.”
He moaned, “I will obey you.”
“You will call me Mistress.”
“I will obey you, Mistress.”
She kept one hand on him and moved the other between her legs. She stroked herself gently, sending spasms through her, bringing her close. She knew he wouldn’t last long, even with her command. Control would come over time, with practice, with so much practice.
“You feel the energy growing. You can last as long as you want; you can last a long time, and the longer you last, the better it feels. Breathe the energy into you, to my touch, give yourself to me.”
He was breathing more rapidly now, as was she. She raised up on both knees astride him, moving her hands so her palms faced up with arms outstretched at shoulder level. She raised her eyes and silently made her invocation.
Then she looked down at him and moved a hand to his cock. She commanded, “Breathe!” and slid him into her.
The energy seared through her as they slid together. She closed her eyes and rolled them up, and put her hands on his shoulders. “Give yourself to me,” she intoned as she rode him, “Give yourself to me!”
He moaned underneath her, unable to move. As she approached the Abyss, she commanded, “Give yourself to me. ... Now!”
Her world shattered as he pulsed into her, pushing her into the Abyss. As she fell, she gathered the energy to her, taking, greedily collecting, hoarding, taking from him all she could, letting her physical body collapse on top of him. He was hers!
Greg started to stir. He’d relaxed so much under her touch, her voice. He remembered breathing the energy into his body, then different parts, then.... She’d been on top of him, and when he’d finally come, he’d fallen, as he had in meditation, but this time to a different place.
He opened his eyes, still on his back. He felt drained; he breathed slow and deep again, filling himself. After a few breaths, feeling the connection with his palms and soles so much better now, he felt recharged. Things looked and felt so vibrant and alive. He knew she was to his left; he turned his head to see her sitting in Lotus once again, naked this time.
Carol felt him awaken, and felt him open up to the energy again, filling himself. She smiled, feeling the energy she held now, but still greedy for more.
Greg saw her turn her head, smile, and open her eyes. Her eyes sparkled and flamed. “What did you do to me?” he whispered, then remembered and added, “Mistress.”
She moved quickly astride him once more. “I started awakening you.” She felt him stirring underneath her, felt the lust grow in him, and in herself. “Would you like more?” she asked with a feral grin.
Greg moaned and moved his hands to her waist. Her skin felt so good, so soft, so cool, so electric. She reached down between his legs and started stroking him with her fingers. He moaned and his eyes closed. As much as he wanted to hold her, to squeeze her, he felt his arms giving way.
Carol was pleased when his arms dropped limply to his sides. “Good. Every time I take you, it’s easier for you to last longer and longer, and feels better and better, and you go deeper and deeper.”
Greg was dizzy under her as she rode him once more. He thought he could hear her voice, coming from a distant place, but he couldn’t understand what she said. Then he felt her quivering around him, and he came again.
Carol was surprised at how quickly she came, almost getting lost in the sensation, barely able to speak to trigger his orgasm. She rode him more intently as she came and he filled her again, taking, taking, taking, draining him once more.
Carol felt him shrinking and sliding out of her, felt him start to move again. She blinked her eyes open and leaned forward, sliding a hand behind his head.
Greg felt himself drifting up. This time wasn’t as intense. He started to move, first his head, then his arms. He felt a hand slide behind his head, and as he opened his eyes he tried to focus, then closed them as a nipple touched his lips. He accepted it eagerly, and as a hand held him, he heard her voice again, from far away, and started slipping again.
“Relax and go to sleep for me; sleep,” Carol whispered, until he was limp again. Gradually his sucking slowed and stopped. She sat up, satisfied. She liked the sensation of him at her breast; she could do something with that, she mused.
Greg woke again, feeling rested and refreshed. He sat up, and wiped off the mat and himself with a small towel nearby. He looked around; Carol was nowhere to be seen. He put his underwear and shorts back on, and slowly got to his feet. He walked to the living room. Carol was sitting there on a couch, wearing a robe.
She smiled as he approached and motioned for him to sit on the couch next to her.
Greg felt the passion rise in him again as he sat next to her. He felt her hand on his shoulder.
Carol slid her hand across his shoulder, then up his neck. He sighed and his eyes closed, his head drifting forward.
“How do you feel, my pet?” she asked.
“Mistress, I want you,” he growled.
She smiled. “What do you want to do, my pet?”
“Mistress, I want to squeeze you and kiss you and be on top of you making love.”
“Good. And every kiss, every touch of my hands, makes you want me more. Awake now; one, two, three.”
What had happened? Greg wasn’t sure. But there she was, and he wanted her so. As he looked at her, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips a bit. It was all the invitation he needed. He put his arms around her, gently at first, feeling her in the cool smoothness of the silk robe, then squeezing her to him as they kissed.
Carol let herself be carried away by his passion, enjoying his kisses, his caresses. She leaned back and let her robe fall open. With only a little prompting he went to her breasts, sucking hungrily. “Gentle please, my pet,” she said, squeezing the back of his head gently, and feeling him go momentarily limp. After a pleasurable time she pushed his head down further. He started kissing her mound, then moved to her slit. She was a little disappointed; he needed training in how to adore her properly. But what he lacked in skill he had in enthusiasm.
“The bedroom my pet, let’s go to the bedroom,” she sighed.
He stood up and helped her to her feet. She led him to the bedroom. She stepped away from him and took off her robe, turning to show off her body. She was in good shape, with a medium bust line and small hips. She moved on to her back on the bed and said, “Take off your clothes and join me, my pet.”
Greg took off his clothes and crawled on the bed, coming up between her legs, sliding into her as they kissed. They both moaned through locked lips, and she wrapped her legs around his. She moved her hand to his hips and stroked them gently, setting his rhythm and making him moan once more.
She started pulling her knees up, tilting her pelvis to give him more access. He straightened his arms, then sat up a bit, holding her thighs and pounding into her. She wrapped her legs around him, sandwiching him between her thighs and her calves. She let her head roll loose; it felt so good to let go and enjoy it.
He picked up her bottom a little and moved forward, bringing his knees up so her bottom was partially resting on his thighs. He thrust again and she felt him filling her, pushing once more into her core. She was coming again, strongly. “Now my pet; now!” she cried as she let go to orgasm.
Greg was pushing deeper, deeper, filling her. Then she cried out, and he came, pulling on her hips with his hands, pushing with his hips, trying to get deeper into her.
Her legs slipped down and so did he, sliding down to her again. They separated with a slurp and he rolled to her side.
Carol grabbed a hand towel from under one of the pillows and quickly tucked it between her legs. Then she sighed and turned slightly, pulling him to a nipple. He took it eagerly.
“”Deep trance, my pet,” she sighed as she held him to her. Once again she felt him relax in her arms. She rolled him to his back, then deepened his trance.
She started questioning him on his schedule. When she started suggesting he spend more time with her, she met surprising resistance. She was amazed at the devotion he had to his studies. After working at it from a couple of angles, she concluded that was an area she’d have to work on slowly. She did have to work during the day. For now, she’d settle with him spending as much time with her as possible. She reinforced with him how pleasurable that time would be to him. Satisfied for now, she woke him.
Greg opened his eyes to see Carol leaning over him. He sighed and moved back to a nipple, wrapping his arms around her waist. He sucked gently, not wanting to hurt her. He heard her laugh softly.
“Would you like to shower with me?” she asked.
In response, he held her tighter. Carol laughed. She started moving a hand to the back of his head, then reconsidered. “Do you like that, my pet?” she asked, pressing her nipple into him. He moaned and sighed. “I promise you that if you want, that’s how you can go to sleep every night in my arms.” He shivered and moaned. “Then let’s get up and shower, my pet.”
Greg sighed and let go of her. She propped herself up on her arms and smiled down on him. He looked up and sighed, “Thank you Mistress.”
They got up and went into the bathroom. She started the shower and taught him how to wash her hair and her back. As he was washing her back, she put a hand between her legs and started rinsing her private parts. She felt a hand creep along her hip and join hers, and he said, “I can help with that.”
She sighed and leaned back. His hands were strong but clumsy; he didn’t have the knack yet. She guided him with her own hand, deciding to move on. They rinsed and dried off.
As she let him dry her off, he went down on his knees to dry her legs. After drying them, he started kissing her mound again, holding her bottom.
She put a hand on his head. “Would you like to learn to please me there, my pet?”
Greg sat back on the floor and looked up at her with slightly glazed eyes. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
She took his hand and led him back to the bed. She sat on the edge, with him on the floor, and started teaching him.
She soon knew she had an excellent and highly motivated pupil. As she approached another orgasm, she cried out, “I want you in me, now!”
Greg was only too happy to comply. He loved eating her, but wanted her so much. He slid her knees up and entered her. This time she straightened her legs, putting them up by his head. He grasped her waist and plunged in. Soon he was dizzy again and coming deep inside her, then collapsing again at her side.
Carol shook herself and rolled to the side of the bed. She almost laughed out loud as she stood up, she felt so full of energy. She’d planned on waiting until later tonight, but the way she felt right now....
Greg felt the bed move, and reached over to hold Carol. He half opened an eye, and saw her leaning down to him. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Carol leaned down and stroked the back of her pet’s neck, whispering, “Sleep my pet, deep, deep sleep. Sleep my pet.” After his soft sigh on the bed she stood, and with fire in her eyes walked purposefully from the room.
This time when Greg awoke, he was alone. He got up and went to the bathroom. After getting dressed, he went to look for Carol. The door to her practice room was closed. He thought he heard her in there. Something told him he wasn’t to open the door or disturb her.
He was starving -- it was after six in the evening, and he hadn’t had much lunch. Raiding her refrigerator was semi-profitable. He had a couple of glasses of milk and a chunk of cheese. He was just starting to look around for some bread when Carol walked in, wearing the silk robe again.
Carol had never felt so strong in an invocation before. From beginning to end, she’d felt so in control, so powerful.
Greg looked at her as she approached. She looked a flushed, intense, purposeful, even ... vengeful popped into his mind.
Carol walked up to Greg and grabbed him, kissing him and pushing him back against a kitchen counter. He put his arms around her and held her tight.
Greg was dizzy again when she let go of him and stepped back. He looked at the intensity in her face; he wasn’t sure he could go another round of lovemaking yet. He laughed a little at the thought -- that was definitely a new and unexpected experience.
Carol pushed on his shoulders; he went down on his knees in front of her. “Adore me,” she said, parting her legs a little and turning to lean against the counter. He moved closer, parting her robe and putting his hands around her hips, kissing her mound.
Greg started adoring Carol, kissing her, getting lost again in her sharp scent. Then he felt hands gripping his head again, and the world spun.
Carol reached down to pull his head into her, but as she squeezed him in, she felt him going limp. She sighed and held him to her; she’d have to refine her hypnotic triggers. She held him to her and rocked him briefly, then said, “Stand up my pet, awake and alert again.”
Greg felt himself standing, back in the world. She was still holding one of his hands. He raised it to his lips and kissed it. “Thank you for letting me adore you, Mistress.”
She gave him a lustful look. “Are you hungry, my pet?”
He smiled. “I’m starving!”
Carol was also very hungry; she hadn’t had any lunch, and not too much breakfast. Over the following few minutes she got another surprise: nineteen-year-old college students are often ravenous, and have little money.
Greg told her of an all-you-could-eat place nearby. They changed clothes and Carol drove. For her tastes the food was marginally acceptable but filling. She was astonished at how much Greg ate. She started reconsidering what it would mean to have him with her more of the time. As it was, they stopped at a grocery store and she stocked up for breakfast the next morning, and for lunch. She was starting to worry about how much she was spending when Greg told her he had to spend a few hours studying tomorrow. She suggested she could drop him off tomorrow afternoon, he could study and have dinner at school, and then come back to her place later in the evening. She saw the uncertainty on his face.
She stopped and put her arms around his neck, pressing her hips gently into his, and said softly, “Only if you want to go to sleep in my arms, my pet.” She was happy to see him smile and nod his acceptance as he sighed.
Back at her house, she finished putting away groceries and turned to look for him. She found him in the living room, sitting on the floor, a textbook open on the table and note paper strewn about. He had a pencil in one hand and another between his teeth. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. She shuddered; she couldn’t tell if the book he was looking at was right side up or upside down, let alone understand it.
She touched his head and he looked up with a smile. “How long do you need, my pet?”
Greg smiled as he looked into her eyes; this was the best of both worlds. He glanced at the clock on the mantle. “An hour and a half, and then I’m yours, Mistress.”
Carol smiled; you’re mine already, she thought to herself. She leaned over and kissed his head.
As she kissed his head, Greg reached up and gently touched a breast, and sighed. She stepped away, and he returned to his studies.
About an hour and twenty minutes later, he finished his work for the night. He put away his notes and the book, and went to the bathroom. He found her in the practice room again, stretching on the floor.
“Should I get in my yoga clothes again?” he asked, walking into the room.
Carol looked up and smiled. “No -- we practice nude.”
Greg sighed. He didn’t know how well that would work, but he’d give it a try.
Carol wanted to do at least an hour of solid yoga before she took him again on the floor. Then she’d let him recover a bit before taking him to her bed.
But, getting undressed, she saw he might have a problem concentrating. Men, she thought -- two heads, and only one works at a time.
But that problem was easy to solve.
Greg looked forward to being naked with her. Unlike the other times in yoga classes, he had an erection, and he didn’t care. They started standing. She led him through some breathing exercises, and at some point he started to slide into that comfortable soft world.
With her pet safely in a light trance, Carol was able to work with him. She was actually pleased; he seemed to learn and respond much better in a trance. During a seated pose she spent a couple of minutes refining that control so she’d be able to use it again.
Work in Progress
Rev 6/01/2001
The Veil - Fuel for the Fire
by silli_artie@hotmail.com
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