He bolted to the door at the sound of a car engine in the driveway. It was now five. The door opened and Danielle walked in. "Mistress?" he offered tentatively. Andy didn’t want her to know that he had been worried about her. For some reason, that seemed like a very bad thing to do.
"Hi, Andy," she replied quietly, walking past him. She went directly to her room. Dani had started wondering about her sexual orientation during the drive home. What had Susan done to her? Every time she thought about the tall woman, her stomach would flutter a little. What kind of spell had the oldest initiate cast over her? And how had she cast it, a spell so complete that Danielle had eagerly engaged in activities she had never even dreamed of before last night. She had even called Susan "Mistress," and meant it with her heart. Her legs went weak at the memory of Susan’s voice, the words "My darling slave Danielle," delivered in that rich, commanding voice…
Dani blinked. Somehow, she was now sitting on her bed and, quite unconsciously, had started to fondle herself through her clothes during her daydream. She was sore, exhausted, yet a vague need resonated in her: a hunger for Susan’s expert touch. "Andy," she called after composing herself, "call for pasta. I’m really tired and just want to rest. Draw me a bath, then you’re free for the rest of the evening. Matter of fact—" She yawned involuntarily. "See to it that I’m not disturbed for the rest of the evening. I may or may not eat." Her houseboy nodded and set about his appointed duties. As she settled into the warm, fragrant water and her body disappeared among the thick bubbles, Dani decided that Andy’s fantasy could wait. She wasn’t sure if she could handle anything tonight.
Andy was definitely worried now. Danielle hadn’t called him "piggie" once, and her voice had lost its imperious tone. She had requested that he do things as opposed to commanding him to do them. She had also said that she wasn’t hungry, and left him free for the evening. That meant there would be no cigarettes to be lit, no dishes to be done, no spur-of-the-moment "just ‘cause I can" interruptions for the rest of the night. All of these things were highly unusual, causing him to wonder if she was feeling well. However, she had told him that she wasn’t to be disturbed, so his unasked questions would just have to wait.
Danielle stayed home the next day; she hadn’t slept too well, and her body still ached. She had erotic dreams about Susan all night. After taking Andy to the station to go to work, she had tried to call Susan, but nobody answered. The day passed much quicker than she expected while she pondered her sexual orientation, but the answer she wanted to come up with kept getting confused by the unbidden daydreams that would invariably leave her moist. She started dinner and unnecessarily cleaned the house in a fit of nervous energy before picking Andy up. Dani had tried to get a hold of Susan three more times during the day with no success. Andy looked at her in shock when she told him that she was cooking for both of them tonight. "I wouldn’t get too used to it—piggie," she lightly said.
The phone rang a couple of hours later. "I’ll get it," Dani yelled, raced to her room with the cordless, and shut the door. "Hello," she breathed, her heart racing.
"Slave Danielle, I informed you that I would summon you when I desired. You must learn discipline," the displeased, deep, rich, beautiful voice on the phone responded. The voice lost its stern edge after a moment’s pause, lapsing into the tones that caused Dani to feel all fluttery. "What’s the matter, darling? Are you having trouble training your plaything?"
She had completely forgotten about that. "Ummm… nooo… Mistress," she stuttered, feeling very silly all of a sudden. "I-I just called t-to…"
"Hear my voice," Susan finished over the phone. "My voice makes you hot and wet, doesn’t it, my little pet? I bet you’re getting aroused just listening to your mistress speak to you, aren’t you, my beautiful, enslaved, Danielle? Why don’t you masturbate for your mistress now, over the phone? Think of my smooth, commanding voice whispering your name as you stroke your pussy…" Dani’s hand was caressing her sex through her jeans. "I bet you’re wearing blue jeans right now. Take them off, my darling slave. You know you must obey your mistress." In a matter of seconds, the jeans and panties were heaped haphazardly on the floor. Her breathing became louder as she rubbed her clit gently. "Yes, all you need is your loving mistress’ voice… Obey me, my beautiful slave, make yourself come. Finger fuck yourself. Your mistress commands you. I command you to come, my darling Danielle…"
Susan’s voice was lost on Danielle as she furiously masturbated to climax. Her eyes were shut tight and the young woman saw Susan’s image until it became impossible to concentrate she couldn’t think and her body locked…
"Is that better, my pet?" Dani’s eyes slowly refocused and she picked the phone back up. "Taste yourself, my slave." She licked and sucked her wet hand, sighing happily into the phone. "Very good. Now go train your plaything."
"Yes, Mistress Susan," the sated Dani replied into the phone.
"Oh, and slave—next time I will not be so understanding. Good night." The line went dead. Danielle lay on her bed, naked from the waist down, relaxed and happy. Her mistress had given her the sexual release she had needed. It was wonderful; so what if I’m gay? She roused herself from her post-orgasmic lassitude after a bit, dressed, and prepared to carry out her mistress’ last command.
"Andy," she called as innocently as possible, "come here, please. I need you."
Andy put his book down and shifted his pants when he stood. Danielle’s earlier cries of ecstasy had kept him on page 84 for the last fifteen or so minutes. The erection he’d gotten from listening to her was slowly fading. Whoever had called had made her hot and bothered enough to get her off over the phone; he surmised that she had found a Brendan replacement. "I’ll be there in a minute," he answered. "I’ve… got to put something away first." He willed his erection to disappear faster.
When Andy opened her bedroom door, Danielle looked at him and realized that he had become her servant sometime in the past few days; he was no longer her slave. It was a fine distinction, but it was probably going to change back in the next few minutes. "Please undress for me," she requested, being pleasant about it in an effort to conceal her intentions. He turned away from her to remove his pants. His shyness worked to her advantage since his rear end was now facing her. "Bend over. Please," she coaxed, making sure that the butt plug was well coated with K-Y jelly. As soon as the tip of the plug grazed the hair on his ass, Andy yelped and flopped onto the bed, lying on his back with his legs tightly shut.
"Oh, don’t be such a baby," Danielle lectured, trying not to laugh at his unintentionally comical reaction. "After all, it’s your fantasy," she correctly noted. Andy just shook his head, eyes still wide in panic. "I’m only doing this so I won’t hurt you later," she offered gently, cajoling him with her best soft, sweet voice. No dice. It was obvious that gentle persuasion wasn’t going to get the job done. I tried to be nice… "Stand up—piggie." The authority reappeared in her voice as she claimed him with the power. "I’m just trying to make your fantasy come true. So be happy about it."
"Yes, Mistress Danielle," Andy replied in a way that she hadn’t heard recently. Her heart skipped a beat. She bent him over and he grunted as she put the plug in his asshole.
"Walk around with it tonight," Danielle suggested, "and don’t take it out." She headed into the living room, grinning as Andy stiffly followed her. "Come light my cigarette, Andy," she commanded with a malicious sweetness. He hobbled over to perform the requested service. He looked so uncomfortable that she gave him an impulsive peck on the cheek in an attack of guilt-induced pity. She failed to notice the small tremor that her kiss sent through his body. He wore the plug the rest of the evening, but Dani removed it before they went to bed. Andy was genuinely thankful. Now, alone in her bed, she was grateful that training him with the butt plug had kept her mind off Susan. She knew what thinking about the dominatrix did to her and hoped that it wouldn’t happen while she was asleep, too. She needed some rest.
A couple of days passed. Susan hadn’t called, and Danielle had started sleeping better. She had fit Andy with a larger plug tonight. Dani noted that he got a partial erection with this plug. He wasn’t moving as stiffly as he had with the smaller plug two nights ago, either. "Does that feel good, piggie?" she teased, and was disappointed by his embarrassed silence. She had thought that he had accepted his role in his own fantasy. "You can’t take it out until I get back from meeting, piggie," she commanded before leaving.
A faint, constant buzzing noise hovered in the living room as the door closed. Andy immediately tried to remove the plug, but the buzzing noise got louder and his arms locked. So much for that idea. He sighed and plopped down in a chair. This forced the plug a little deeper into his ass, and he yelped in pain and surprise. He shot back to his feet. It was going to be a long, uncomfortable evening.
Dani had put a lot of effort into forgetting Susan, and had succeeded for the most part. At least until the tall woman walked into the meeting room. Susan didn’t say anything when she passed her, not even acknowledging her presence with a glance. However, Danielle felt the force of will that Susan radiated as the older woman walked by. Her pulse sped up, and she again felt tiny, insignificant in Susan’s wake. She sat as far away from the front table as she could. The uncontrollable thoughts about Susan stopped when Gina called the coven meeting to order. "I am going out of the country for the next week, possibly two," Gina announced. "In my absence, Susan will take care of any matters that would normally require my attention." The mention of the dominatrix’ name made the memories of Dani’s orgasms at Susan’s commanding hand come back. They, in turn, made Danielle’s knees turn to rubber. Good thing she was sitting down. Susan still gave no sign that she recognized her; the young woman was disappointed.
Next on the agenda was the announcement of Andrea’s engagement and her pending resignation from the coven. Gina said that recruiting a new novice would be her top priority upon her return from overseas. And next was… "We have a judgment to pass tonight. All of you are acquainted with the facts in this case." The coven leader paused. "Danielle, will you bring the guilty one before us?" Dani gave a little shudder. "The guilty one" was Joe, the guy who had tailgated her last month. Just being near him made her feel dirty. She opened the door to the holding cell. Joe leered at her. Still the unrepentant lecher.
"Yew sum kahnd o’ lezz-been, lockin’ men up? Or does yew lahk it ruff—ah kin be as ruff as yew want," he drawled with a lewd smile.
Not only was he unrepentant, he didn’t even have enough sense to be afraid. "Shut up, and follow me." Danielle didn’t care if she used too much power on him. He was going to be history soon enough. The coven vote was unanimous, approving her request for the death penalty. Gina looked ill throughout the proceedings. "I ask my sister Lia to carry out the sentence," Dani said.
Lia gave a squeak of surprise and accepted immediately. "Lia," Gina began, sounding odd, "please remove him from the room now." She took a ragged breath. "He makes me ill with his thoughts and I cannot stand to be near him. It is because of his kind that we exist." Danielle handed control of Joe’s body to her coven sister. Gina adjourned the meeting hastily, looking very pale when the lights came on. "That man was—incredibly—disgusting. He makes me feel that I need a bath," she explained. Dani knew exactly what the coven leader meant, and was glad that Lia would deal with it.
Lia Terry led the overweight man to a holding cell. She wondered if he had spawned any male children. They’d grow up to be just like him. Using alcohol as an excuse to act like pigs whenever they could and bragging about their "conquests" to their disgusting friends. He was like most men; believing that the world revolved around their pathetic penises, and that women were only to be regarded as helpless prey. His increased age hadn’t changed the way he acted towards women, either. Lia imagined herself holding Joe in the palm of her hand: it was her favorite way to visualize the power. She had total control of him. "Come here." The man’s legs moved automatically. He was just a toy that had no will, no independent thought. He could not think or do anything that she didn’t want him to. "Open your mouth." The woman who reveled in the role of coven executioner leaned forward and drew on the man’s essence. A slick, pea-soup green light connected their mouths. Lia released her control of Joe’s thoughts so that he would be totally aware of the last minutes of his foul existence. She saw his eyes fill with terror as he grew older and more frail. She watched with delight as his revolting body began to decompose. A small pile of dust was all that remained of his waste of a life after five minutes. She yawned. I guess I’d better call my husband. I told him that I wouldn’t be late, but it’s going to be a while before I feel like moving, and he’s such a worrier…
"NO. I will be playing with Lewis and Steven tomorrow, and you are not invited," the deep voice stated reprovingly. "Have you forgotten yourself, slave? Do you no longer wish to be my pet? I will gladly release you, and you will never feel my loving touch again." Susan’s obvious annoyance at Danielle’s question had left the younger woman speechless in fear. "You’re such a demanding, greedy little girl," Susan continued. "Just remember who the mistress is. Or shall I have my riding crop remind you the next time I summon you? Steven has learned his lesson quite well. Do I need to instruct you as well?"
"No, Mistress," Dani quickly answered. That Susan could give her pain instead of pleasure hadn’t entered her mind. But still, that voice, seeing her again, it makes me remember… Gawd, I’m so horny. She left the castle with rising frustration. As she turned onto the street, she decided to go home and change. Although she hadn’t planned on going out tonight, it was early enough that there would still be plenty of good men available for the hunt.
When she got home, she let Andy remove his plug, giggling as he scampered to the john in a hurry. Danielle selected a simple black dress that had been custom-fit. She had bought it for Mary Ellen’s wedding because it made her look sexy without being obvious. She summoned her houseboy. "Zip me up, please." Dani grabbed her purse, smokes, and keys, then checked herself in the mirror. She saw Andy watching her. Oh, hell—the plug. "Come over here and take your pants off, piggie. I’ve got to get you ready for your fantasy, and I just decided that I was going out." She opened the gym bag while he waited, unable to run away from her. Oh, I forgot, he took the medium plug out and it’s in the john—I don’t really have time to clean it.
Danielle lubricated the longest plug and Andy paled noticeably. "Bend over, now…" She worked it into his ass slowly, fighting the urge to hurry. He grunted, then began to moan softly as it traveled farther up his rear tunnel. She fastened it in place. "You can’t take it out," she commanded, sending her will into his heart. "And—" Dani looked at her houseboy’s fully erect cock. "My, aren’t we aroused? It must be the dress," she wryly remarked. "You can’t jerk off, either." She turned away and headed for the living room, but paused by her door. "You can tell me how good I look, Andy," she purred mischievously.
"Mistress—Danielle—you look very—sexyand—attractive," he managed to gasp. The buzzing noise was very faint, and it shook his whole body like a very gentle massage. Danielle grinned and said bye before breezing out of the house. The buzzing noise faded after a couple of minutes, leaving Andy feeling—that something was missing. Unfortunately, the butt plug wasn’t missing; he grimaced as he shuffled to his room. Sitting down was completely out of the question. He gingerly curled up on his bed, lying on his side.
Dani opened her front door. The living room was dark. There was no noise at all in the place, but it was only about one-thirty in the morning. Andy shouldn’t have been in bed yet. She glanced behind her at the two handsome men in her thrall. "Come in. Welcome to my parlor," she said with a wicked grin. "Follow me." She went down the hall and knocked on Andy’s door, softly calling his name. The light clicked on, there was a pause, then the door opened. "Hi. I was just wondering if you were awake," she said quietly. "The place just seemed so… dead."
Andy shook his head. "It’s kind of difficult to do much of anything with this," he replied in a half-voice, meaning the plug. However, the plug had shifted when he got out of bed, and his cock was semi-erect again.
Looking down for an instant, Danielle lewdly growled, "Oh, I can think of a few things." She enjoyed watching him blush when she teased him. "I mean—well… Just kidding, Andy." He was looking at the two men. She shrugged, "Couldn’t make up my mind. Don’t worry, they don’t see or hear you." She took a drag on her cigarette. "Aren’t they cute? They’ve really been attentive and charming all night, especially Jon. Isn’t that right, little Jon?"
"Yes, mistress," one of the men answered, obviously under Danielle’s control. Andy’s cock got a little harder at the display of her will-bending ability. He hoped that she would be too interested in her two slaves to notice his extra arousal. Dani had a similar reaction—she had enjoyed being able to act like Susan; it was… exciting, even better than stripping for Andy had been. She was getting a kick out of controlling two men into being perfectly obedient lovers tonight. She shifted on her feet. The itch was growing bigger, and she didn’t want Andy to notice. Damn, she was horny…
"Tell you what," Danielle suggested quickly, "why don’t you lie down and let me put you to sleep? I can do that. That way, you’ll be able to get some rest." And I won’t feel so guilty about Mike and Jon. She didn’t want to get in trouble with Gina again for torturing Andy with the sounds of her lovemaking. She had a feeling that she was going to be very, very loud tonight. Besides, the poor guy looked like he would come at the first whimper, and she wanted to save it. She wondered in passing if Andy could come as spectacularly as Steven had. "Is that a deal?" He nodded. "Go to the bedroom across the hall and undress," Dani commanded the two bewitched men. "You will think only about pleasing me, and you will be ready to do everything I ask when I arrive."
Slightly out-of-sync, the two men slowly responded, "Yes, mistress. I obey." They turned and went into Dani’s room. She felt her insides flutter. In a few minutes, she would be commanding her personal love slaves, two gorgeous men who were powerless to resist her slightest desire… She took a quick breath to calm herself. Andy had to be taken care of first.
She turned to him. The look on his face, and the sight of his now-erect cock made her feel strange. "Lie down, Andy," Dani requested, letting him do it on his own. He moaned a little as he shuffled back to the bed, and carefully fell on his side. "S’matter, are you jealous?" she asked. He grumbled yes even before she could make him respond. Now Danielle knew what the feeling was: she was flattered. "Good. I wouldn’t want my favorite houseboy not to care about me," she said brightly. "It’s beddy-bye time, now." She decided to ease him to sleep; she could wait another minute for Mike and Jon. "Sleep, Andy," she bade him as she lightly washed waves of the power over him. "Sleeep… Sleeep…" His rhythmic breathing and suddenly still, slack body told her that she was finished with him. She lingered in his room for a few more seconds, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Good night," Danielle whispered gently. "Sweet dreams, piggie."
Danielle descended from orgasm’s peak slowly. Her two slaves had been just what the doctor ordered. "Sleep, my slaves and forget all that has happened." She pushed her spent toys into unconsciousness before curling up to enjoy her afterglow blissful solitude. Now she knew what Susan got out of being Mistress Susan. She figured that with a little more care and practice, she could at least simulate Susan’s domination skills. Men were so damn easy…
Andy was home reading a few days after that. Danielle had gone out last night after dinner in a big hurry and neither of them had gone to work that morning. As she did the time before, she had spent the night elsewhere. He couldn’t do anything about it, so he resigned himself to missing work more often due to her sexual liaisons. Her new boyfriend must be real good if it takes two men to make up for his absence. She had also given him a break: she hadn’t fit him with the butt plug before she left. He wasn’t sure if it was because she had given him a night off, or if she had just been in too big a hurry to bother. He really didn’t care; he had no control over her, and depending on Danielle’s mood, none over himself. She returned at about three that afternoon, humming happily. "Hello, my sweet piggie," she chirped. Andy just knew he wasn’t going to like whatever was next. "I have a new toy for you." She held up a narrow cone-shaped object. "Let’s go to the bathroom," she said in a playful, yet distinctly lascivious manner. His head buzzed in perfect harmony with the vibrator. Danielle was in that mood today. He followed her with dread in his body, and resignation in his mind.
She had an evil, sparkling grin on her face that said she was about to take great delight in what she was going to do to him. He knew what it was. "Susan said that this is the last step before the big night," she explained while he watched her lubricate the vibrator. She knew he preferred not to, so of course she made him watch. Andy didn’t make much noise as the narrow section of the vibrator traveled up his ass. The plugs had done their job: he was uncomfortable, but not hurt. Then Danielle turned it on. He immediately shuddered and groaned loudly as his cock shot to full erection and then some. "Tell your mistress how good she’s making you feel," his tormentor sang. All he could do was moan incoherently as she worked the vibrator around in his ass some more, sending him closer to the point of no return. At least he’d get some relief.
Danielle had spent the night practicing on Steven under Susan’s close tutelage. Seeing Andy react was an even bigger turn-on than hearing Steven’s pleas for mercy and release. She began to get that funny, tingly feeling that said she was getting hot. She was beginning to really get into this dominance thing; Andy’s forced rapture sent a major thrill through her. She waited until she thought he was as close to orgasm as he could get without being there, then removed the vibrator and turned it off. "Don’t even think about touching yourself," she ordered as he collapsed, gasping for breath. Dani headed for the living room; she needed a cigarette.
"Wh-wh-why are you doing this t-t-to me?" Andy had made it to the living room. He didn’t want to cry in front of her, but his question was half-sobbed. Dani took a long, casual drag on her cigarette and reminded him that: a) it was his fantasy, and b) she could. Then she disappeared into her room. As his cock shrank and the ache in his nuts started, Andy swore that he would never forgive Gina for this, and began to fantasize elaborate, exceedingly cruel revenge scenarios.
Danielle dressed hurriedly. Despite Susan’s attentions this morning, she was horny again. Andy’s obvious arousal and submissive position had gotten her that way. It had taken a conscious effort to suppress the urge that had come out of nowhere and assailed her in the bathroom. She had almost jumped Andy in the conventional way. But she was positive that this was some part of Gina’s great scheme, and a test to see if she could avoid using the power to fuck him. He was always there, and Gina had told her all about his fantasies. It was obvious that it was all a ploy to trick her into careless use of the power. Well, she could resist—but not without some help. She hastily left home before she got any more—urges.
Dani returned home by herself, too pissed off to even think about sex. The search for company had seemed to be going well. He was young, good-looking, and a college student. He was also interested in her, so much so that he bought her drinks and paid for the peel-and-eat shrimp without her having to use the power. Unfortunately, his friends came in the club a little later; the night quickly unraveled from there. The other boys wouldn’t leave the two of them alone, and there were way too many of them to use the power discreetly. Finally, she had had enough and left the club. One guy gave her a chance at a small measure of vengeance when he followed her out of the club slurring that he was a senior and better equipped to handle someone like her. A shot of the power and there would be no Florida spring break for him. He was going to be a guest of the coven come March.
"OOOOHHH, MEN!!!" Danielle angrily declared as she headed for her room. A sleepy sounding, "Mistress?" reminded her that she wasn’t alone, and that all men weren’t equal. "Go back to sleep, Andy," she sighed, reaching out with the power to push him back into slumber. He was the last person she wanted to see right now: she was mad as hell and wanted to be.
Danielle decided to make Friday the night of Andy’s fantasy, reasoning that he’d have the rest of the weekend to get over it—or to indulge himself more. They went to work as usual and he fixed dinner when they returned home. She was very casual with him, and let him know that she wouldn’t be going out. Dani got the feeling that he was relieved, which confused her a little. He had been skittish around her ever since the night of the vibrator, and she figured that he wouldn’t want her anywhere near him. "Let’s watch a movie," she suggested innocently. "You make the popcorn, and I’ll go to the video store."
Andy was happy that he wouldn’t have to listen to Danielle’s sexual frolics, and that he didn’t have to wear the butt plug. Somewhere in the back of his mind the vibrator appeared, but he pushed the image away. Compared to that, he’d gladly take the plug. Maybe he’d be lucky and she wouldn’t do either when she got back. She certainly didn’t seem to have sex on her mind, returning with a couple of Mel Brooks movies. He sat on the floor, using the sofa as a backrest while she stretched out above him. They watched Young Frankenstein first, making it through the bowl of popcorn and some bottled water.
"I’ll rewind the tape. You can have the bathroom first," Dani said. Her heart began to speed up in anticipation. "Then it looks like we need more popcorn." She watched Andy trot down the hall. Now he was completely relaxed and unsuspecting. That was the frame of mind she wanted him in. She wanted to see the look on his face when she popped her surprise, and turned on the living room lights so she wouldn’t miss a thing. He came back out, heading for the kitchen. "Oh, go to the basement and bring some more wild cherry water from the bar," she called as she went into the bathroom. Satisfied that he was sufficiently occupied, she retrieved the gym bag to put on the harness and fake cock, having to remind herself to slow down. She fiddled with it until he yelled and said that the popcorn was ready. Dani could hardly restrain herself as she started down the hall.
When she got to the living room, he was already sitting in his customary position on the floor by the sofa. "Andy," she purred, and he turned around. His eyes bulged at the sight of the bobbing dildo, and the word "no" formed on his lips. "Get undressed, Andy." Dani approached him slowly, getting excited by the pleading and fear in his eyes. The power made him obey, as it always did, but he was moving even more slowly than usual. No big deal. "I can wait, piggie. We have all weekend," she purred suggestively. She turned the television and VCR off. "I’m going to make your fantasy come true tonight," she cooed. "Kneel for your mistress, piggie. Raise your ass for me." She was getting hot now, and her voice had dropped an octave and several decibels. She pushed her will on him, letting more power flow until Andy was on all fours, his butt in the air, then made him watch her lubricate the plastic phallus for a couple of minutes. Her clit pulsed a little, and Danielle licked her lips. She stroked his back and ass lightly, whispering sweetly to him, "Just relax for your mistress, piggie. She wants to make you feel good. And she knows that you want her to do it. Mistress Danielle wants to make her little piggie happy…"
"N-n-no," Andy pleaded in a tiny voice, but Dani slowly increased the amount of power she was using. She continued to fondle his body gently, amazed at how responsive his movements were to her touch. She purred a few more words at him while simultaneously wielding her arcane whip. His pleading stopped, replaced by rapid, shallow breathing. Now he was turned on. She put the plastic phallus at his little pucker. "Oh… Gawwwddd… No," he begged, a soft, whispered, moaning plaint.
Dani was excited by Andy’s reluctance, feeble resistance and his concurrent excitement. "Say yes, piggie. Tell me what you want. Your mistress wants to grant your fantasy. Ask her to please you," she panted, sending the power deep into his soul.
"Ohhhhh," Andy groaned. Then he gasped, "FUCK me, Mistress Danielle." Dani pushed her hips forward and her houseboy/sex toy made a loud noise. She pushed harder, and his body went tense. She continued her slow, relentless entrance, driving into Andy with lustful determination. Her clit would pulse in time with his sobbed whimpers. When she looked and saw that she was as far as she could go, Dani began to fuck him. "Oh-oh-oh," was all he could say, his breaths being forced out with each thrust of her hips. She started grinding at him because she was feeling real hot and that made the dildo squeeze her clit and she forgot all about pumping like a guy ‘cause she was going to…
Andy was lying on his back, still panting, "Oh-oh-oh," and Dani had somehow managed to pull out of him. She sat next to him on the floor, still wearing the dildo. She didn’t have a lingering afterglow from her sudden orgasm. Danielle looked at his cock, which was erect and straining skyward. As she recalled the thrill of watching Steven, she leisurely removed her harness and leaned over Andy’s face. She had to see him come. Kneeling next to him, she whispered, "Did that feel good? Does my little piggie want to come now? I want my little piggie to come…" She flicked a fingertip across the tip of his cock.
Andy had been gasping for air. Danielle’s pumping at his ass had driven him close, just like the vibrator, but she had stopped before he got there. However, the sensation of penetration hadn’t gone away yet, so he was still extremely hard. He still tingled from her caresses during foreplay, and his eyes were watering. Suddenly, he saw her hovering over him. Andy wasn’t sure if he could survive another tease without his heart blowing itself to bits. She whispered something to him about coming, then she reached out and touched his aching, throbbing cock. It was an incredibly brief contact, but still, it was Danielle’s touch, and he was incredibly wound up. After all the teasing, the hot and cold treatment, and watching her choose everybody in the world except him, Danielle had finally sexually stimulated Andy.
A low animal growl reverberating in his throat signaled the start of his orgasm. Every nerve in his body fired in rapid succession, pausing only long enough to recharge themselves before going off again. Andy’s rear end jumped off the floor and he thrust viciously at the sky as the first contraction hit him, propelling a large stream of cum high in the air. His body tensed again almost before it could relax from the first spasm, and another burst of white fluid arced into the air. The underside of his cock was on fire. The sensation was too intense for him; a third shudder produced a groan and more cum as his release continued, carrying him along as a mindless passenger.
Dani was amazed. It looked as if Andy would never stop shooting cum. She watched in fascination and growing arousal at his reaction to the single, ephemeral brush of her fingertip. She had watched Steven with prurient interest, but having her houseboy in the same situation raised her level of involvement a notch. Andy was still gasping, jerking, groaning and coming, leaving slimy trails of cum streaming down his cock and droplets of the stuff all over his body and the carpet. She shook her head, which was reeling with the sights and sounds of his orgasm, and the free association that made her wonder how good it would have felt had he come like that inside of her. No, NO, NO. He—belongs to Gina, she reminded herself. Andy gave one final shudder, and his cock began to deflate. Danielle was breathing almost as heavily as he was. Whew, I’m glad that’s over… She got up and fetched a cigarette. Her legs were wobbling slightly, so she sat down; her hands were shaking so much that it took her a few seconds to light it. She was going to wait for him to recover, but thought better of it—she was still excited, and he was still naked. She jumped to her feet and bounced into her room.
She came back out of her room a few minutes later, having left her cigarettes and lighter in the living room. Dani was too fidgety to do much of anything else, so she decided to smoke. A thin blue haze already filled the living room. She peeked at Andy, who was still prone on the floor. His breathing seemed to be a lot less labored, and he looked a lot more relaxed. His cock (why am I looking at it?) was flaccid, and tiny. She quickly fetched her stuff, still needing to calm herself down. The mere presence of his naked body wasn’t helping even though he was obviously not available for sex right then. She wondered if she could find somebody else on short notice, but rejected that idea when she saw it was already past midnight. By the time she got ready and out to a club, it would be desperation time for the guys, and slim pickings for the gals. Well, maybe I’ll use the vibrator Susan gave me…
Heavy footfalls coming down the hall outside her door stopped Danielle from turning on the vibrator. She had already started to gently fondle herself. "Andy?" she called through the door. His acknowledgment was delayed, made with evident effort. The door swung open. Before Dani could shout an alarm, her houseboy walked in. She was sitting on her bed, undressed, and immediately dropped the vibrator behind the covers. She gaped at him, shocked by his arrival, but not really thinking about anything, because he was still naked. There was silence in her room for a few seconds. "Umm… Andy. I’m nude," she finally said, calmly.
The sound of her voice seemed to snap him out of his stupor. Dani was a little—miffed—that he hadn’t noticed. "Oh! I’m sorry… mistress," he apologized, flushing. He turned to leave.
"No… Don’t apologize. I shoulda warned you before you came in," Dani returned, then hesitated. The blue haze was now in her room. "Andy?" He froze and turned back to face her, trying to avoid looking at her, but there wasn’t anywhere else to look. She saw that he was getting another erection. Now that’s more like it, she thought with a little bit of pride. "Did you turn off the popcorn? I see smoke." She sniffed at the air, but couldn’t smell anything burning. The haze was getting thicker.
"I don’t—ummm—see any smoke," Andy replied. He looked around. "The popcorn was done and I unplugged it before you… ummm… I mean, we…" He felt awkward as his voice died. He wanted to get away from Danielle. The memory of his not-entirely-unwilling assfuck sent a little more blood to his dick, and her state of undress wasn’t helping. He shifted, trying to hide his arousal as best he could. She blinked and shook her head. "Mistress? Are you all right?" Andy couldn’t hide the worry in his voice or face; Danielle was acting very strangely.
"I’m—fine," she haltingly replied. "But—I think maybe I better lie down." Dani swung her legs over the side of her bed, and just lazily let her head hit the pillow with a soft thump. The next thing she knew, Andy was hovering over her with concern on his face. She opened her mouth—she was going to tell him that she really was fine and had intended to collapse like that—but a momentary flash of bright blue light passed between them instead. "I’m OK—Andy," she managed to say, stunned by what had just happened. She figured that he wouldn’t really know about it, so she didn’t even try to explain. But he was—blue! And he was delicious. Gina would have her answer in the morning, Dani triumphantly thought. Andy was still regarding her with apprehension. He was sweet for caring. She sat up, unmindful of her nudity, her eyes bright. "Reeealllly, piggie, I’m fine." She had intended to tell him that he could leave her now, but the words just wouldn’t come out. They were eye-to-eye, less than a foot apart. Her bedroom got very quiet.
"Umm… I guess I better leave," Andy hoarsely whispered, temporarily breaking the increasing tension. He dropped his eyes and turned his head to avoid looking at Danielle’s bush. He had managed to ignore the situation enough that his dick wasn’t fully erect, but having her naked and so close insured that he certainly wouldn’t be soft. "Mistress—may I leave?" The scent of her arousal was distracting.
Danielle was looking at the gorgeous blue glow that seemed to surround Andy, so she wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. She had never noticed it before; he looked kind of—cool with it. A twitch in her belly reminded her that her earlier horniness hadn’t gone away. "What?" she mumbled, very distracted. He was so close… She licked her lips and stole a glance at his cock. He had recovered enough that he was somewhat hard. I bet I can… NO! He belongs to Gina. Maybe I should change the subject… Clearing her throat, she asked, "Well, did you enjoy it, piggie?" His head jerked up and around to look at her, startled. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. A pained, shameful expression came over his face, but the way his cock jumped gave her the answer.
Dani giggled at his embarrassment. "But it was your fantasy," she said and playfully shoved him in the chest with a big grin on her face. Her momentum made her lean forward, but when Andy recovered his balance, it put their faces even closer. Impulsively, she kissed him on the lips, just because he looked so… uncomfortable. It was just a short peck, but Dani felt her insides quiver more strongly. She was still excited by her reverse tryst with Andy. Fuck Gina. She pulled his head to hers, and opened her mouth. His response was surprised, tentative at first, then became soft, yet passionate. "Annn-deeee," she sang quietly.
He had heard that tone of voice many times in the past few months and seen that look on Danielle’s face before. The name was different, and the face she favored with that soft, incendiary expression was his. The restraint that had kept him at half-mast vanished. "Mistress—" His voice faltered. The nagging suspicion that this was just another well-disguised tease made him a little hesitant to commit to his dream.
"No. Not now. Dani." The throaty, quiet response transformed the bitch of his living nightmare back into the woman of his dreams. Andy looked at Danielle, her eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted and pouting. He saw the light pink flush just above her breasts. This was not just another tease. "Annnn-deeeee…" Her protestation was much more insistent this time. He silenced her with a long, caring kiss and they fell to the bed.
Andy was everywhere to Dani’s senses, constantly murmuring how beautiful she was when he wasn’t kissing or licking her. His hands ran so lightly over her upper body, gentle caresses that seemed to go on forever… She returned his affection with a kiss whenever she could, but he was so active that she mostly had to content herself with stroking his back and neck. She giggled and jumped when he nipped at her side between her hips and ribcage. He certainly was playful… Danielle sighed and closed her eyes as his active, playful loving slowed down to become gentle, full-body worship. She luxuriated in his tender adulation, leaving herself totally in his hands. The forceful throbbing of her clit had faded and a sense of lazy anticipation filled her: she’d get there—eventually. It didn’t matter when because she was enjoying the hell out of the trip. She felt warm, as if she were wrapped in a soft blanket, safe from the cool air. When she opened her eyes, she found out why: the faint blue glow had expanded to encompass her. That’s when Danielle realized that all of her assumptions to now had been wrong. Gina wasn’t the guardian of Andy’s affection: she was. "Ohhh," she sighed happily, "Love me, Andy."
He stopped his attentions to her tummy and slid forward, poised to enter her. "Mi—Danielle—" he began.
"Shhhh…" she interrupted, looking into his worried eyes. "You’ll be fine," Dani breathed. Andy entered her smoothly, and Dani arched her back to meet him, purring loudly in contentment. She lazily wrapped her legs around him. This was no time to be in a hurry, or for crazed lust. He moved slowly and patiently inside her. She kissed his neck, sucking at the salty, damp skin. Circular movement at the hips, a rolling grind. She tossed her head back and pulled him to her for another kiss. His body touched hers, the sound of his breathing filled her ears, and the sense of his being surrounded her. This was her man, and his cum would be hers tonight. Her body rippled as a small, but high-velocity tingle traveled through her. Omigod. I just came… And she pulled him even closer.
Andy tried to be in no hurry. He wanted to last for Dani, to prove that he was as good a lover as anybody she had been with. She had sensed his worry, said that he would be fine, but… she felt so… perfect inside, and her eyes glittered with their blue-gray sparkle, communicating silently with him on a very intimate level. He didn’t ever want to stop. Her body responded to each movement. She seemed to mold herself to him no matter what direction he took. The contours of Danielle’s body shifted as he moved astride her, warm and soft at the constant contact. Her toes made his legs sing. She pulled at him from inside, her firm, slick hold of his cock transmitted the barest nuance of their every motion. She was wonderful. She vibrated inside for a few seconds, and he lost his rhythm. Stopping briefly to let the sharp tingle in his spine and legs fade, he leaned forward and they kissed again. Danielle began to move underneath him. Andy matched her every twitch, down when she was up, left when she was right, and they began to grind at each other—hard. The pressure built suddenly and without warning. His hips jerked spasmodically a few times, then quickly became weak wiggles, but he tried to grind against her as long as he could.
Danielle moaned softly; her second orgasm wasn’t mind-shattering. Instead of going nuts, she just had an incredibly heightened awareness of her own body and Andy’s presence. It was a feeling she wanted to last forever, but the weak pulsing deep inside her told her that it would end soon. Dani pressed herself into Andy, trying to merge their bodies as he wiggled at the waist on top of her. She regretted the end of their lovemaking, but was thrilled again as he resumed his full-body worship for a little while longer on his own initiative. She hadn’t even thought about using the power since he had entered her room. Dani rolled over on top of him and they kissed passionately for a while, then she rolled off and cuddled against him. Nothing was said, and he was asleep within minutes. She didn’t mind. His body was next to hers, but what made this afterglow special was that his aura surrounded her. She happily drifted off shortly thereafter.
Dani woke up first, smiling as she bumped into something warm that lay next to her. She reached over to the night table and picked up the phone. It was late on a sunny, early fall Saturday morning. She dialed carefully, then looked at the blue shape that lay next to her, studying the iridescent black flecks that moved lazily within, giving the shape a sparkling aspect. "Hello? This is Danielle Gray. I’d like to speak with Gina, please. Thank you." She traced the outline of the blue shape with a finger. The black flecks moved more energetically at her touch, but only for a few seconds before settling down to their earlier languid motion. Andy made a quiet noise, shifted position, and continued to sleep. Danielle regarded the new shape with slightly fascinated curiosity. "Hi. Gina," she said calmly as the familiar, faintly accented voice came on the phone. "He’s blue."