But today Emma cannot find the good at work. She knows why. She has left the good at home and her mind cannot concentrate on anything else. It keeps wandering back to that shiny little disc.
Yesterday had to be the wildest Sunday ever for Emma. She laughs and states, "Hell, it was the wildest DAY ever!" And she knows it is because of that little shiny disc. Something extraordinary happens to Emma whenever she looks at it, touches it, or listens to it. If it weren't for work today, she would be in front of that cd player right now. It had taken all the willpower she has to not choose a track this morning before leaving.
Her thoughts teeter back and forth all day from the incredible trips she has actually experienced to the fantasy ones she wonders about for tonight. Her coworkers notice her distraction. Sure, they know Emma is always distracted. Her clever mind can focus on her work while at the same time daydream in non-job related directions.
However, today is different. One coworker tries to discuss her upcoming wedding and has to repeat a few details more than once to a distracted Emma. Another colleague tries to explain his plans for a project and finally says in frustration, "Uh, earth to Emma, earth to Emma."
Emma apologizes, gives some excuse, and swears to concentrate on the task at hand. Soon, however, the shiny little disc controls her thoughts once more. And now she is counting the minutes of the last hour before quitting time.
Finally, it is time to go home. She races from the office with barely a good-bye to anyone. Traffic, heavy as usual, makes Emma drive slowly and forces her to question her "obsession." She wonders, "Does this cd really control me?" Then without a care as to the negative possibilities, she answers, "Well, look at you! You can't get home soon enough!"
The first chance she gets, Emma steps on the pedal and speeds home to her shiny little disc. She barely parks the car, skips every other step to her apartment, fumbles with the lock on the door, and races to the jewel case.
It is empty! Almost panicky, Emma opens the drive of the cd player. Empty! She tilts her head upward, and in a steady, calculated voice she commands herself, "Calm down. Think. Where did you leave that cd?"
A wave of relief washes over Emma as she remembers the portable cd player in the bathroom. She sighs, "Phew!" and then shakes her head with admonition and mutters, "You *are* addicted, girl!"
She tries to calmly walk into the bathroom to fetch the cd, but the closer she gets, the quicker her pace becomes. She pushes the eject button with a nervous finger and a big grin appears on her face. Her eyes spy the shiny little disc and the reflected colorful spectrum reduces Emma to the submissive toy she so willingly wants to be.
Emma's covet for control, her sights set on submission, and her desire to delve into incredible realms of erotic ecstasy are so strong that her surrender is automatic and quick.
Robotically, she reverently removes the cd, walks into the living room, and obediently inserts it. Again the vintage tube amplifier takes several long seconds to warm up, but Emma numbly waits and stares in this suspension of reality for which she has acquired a seemingly insatiable appetite.
Soon the quadraphonic speakers distribute the familiar strong authoritative expression, "Listen to the sounds and allow them to be your guide. You must choose a track number."
Emma automatically chooses Track 4 and instantaneously hears the pealing of church bells. The tolls become dimmer as she hears Pachelbel's Canon in D being played on a huge pipe organ. A pure white dresses Emma in lace and satin. To her right is black and flowing around her are pinks and roses.
Emma hears herself answering, "I do." She thinks, "Uh, I do what?" She darts her eyes left and sees four bridesmaids. She darts them right and sees a groom and four groomsmen. She glances behind her to a congregation of smiling faces. Finally she steals a quick survey of herself in full bridal garb and sarcastically quips, "Oh yeah, right. Me married? This is more bizarre than the hyena and octopus!"
The clergyman passes her an astonished look and Emma quickly clears her throat, swallows hard, and repeats, "I do. I do."
The bride, groom and bridal party exit the church in a shower of birdseed and bubbles and climb into the stretch limo. Emma and her new husband are prominently seated among the others. She makes eye contact with the best man. He winks; she winks back. She glances at another groomsman who flashes her a philandering grin. She bends her head a little and coquettishly smiles back with an innocent look through batting eyelashes. She finds the third groomsman to be ogling, so she blows him an enticing kiss. And when she matches eyes with the fourth and last groomsman, she sweetly licks her lips with a downward glance to his crotch. Then, knowing full well that she has all of their attention, Emma seductively French kisses the groom with salient tongue play.
Emma sees the reception as an invitation to flirt with danger. "After all," Emma rationalizes, "this *is* my wedding night. What better foreplay?"
After the bridal party is introduced to the guests, Emma excuses herself to freshen up a little. As she leaves the ladies room, she spots one of the groomsmen heading her way. She darts inside a small walk-in custodial closet and peeks her head out with an inviting grin as he draws nearer.
Unable to resist, he slips inside the closet with her. Emma doesn't say a word and she knows time is of the essence. She seductively traces her nipples through her strapless gown as he intently watches. She knows he wants to touch her too, so she reaches inside her low cut bodice and pulls out both breasts. They are lovely, full and round. Her nipples are dark and hard. He stares in awe with a tingling arousal. She reaches down with her tongue and licks one. It tightens from the new excitement. His cock throbs and swells. When she motions for his mouth to join hers, he practically dives into her. His tongue teases around her nipple in gentle play. When his mouth latches on in a hard ardent suck, Emma feels that exquisite instinctual contraction deep inside her womb.
Suddenly she hears, "Emma? Emma, we're getting ready for the toast. Emma?"
She quickly tucks her breasts inside her gown and walks out of the closet with a sheepish smile and utters, "Silly me, wrong door." And just as quickly, she slips inside the ladies restroom for a second before joining the reception again. He remains hidden in the closet briefly, repositions his stiff cock, regains his composure, and rejoins the celebration soon after.
During dinner Emma cajoles and flirts with all the groomsmen with winks and eye batting. She delights in knowing that she controls the situation, and the playing is definitely a turn on for her as well as her subjects. She approaches the best man and naughtily whispers, "Meet me in the custodial closet soon."
Even though it is only a few minutes, it seems like an eternity to her latest plaything. He watches every move she makes, waiting for any clue that it is time. His lucky moment has arrived and he exits nonchalantly to find the closet.
He slowly opens the door and finds Emma enticingly biting her lower lip and smiling coyly at him. Her allure commands him to approach her with a gentle closing of the door. Emma reaches behind him and locks it. The action seals the point of no return and he obediently awaits her advance.
Emma seductively raises the skirt of her gown in slow deliberate movements. She pauses at her knees. He inhales deeply. She detects a bulge in his pants. She continues to inch her skirt higher and pauses again. The sight of her lacey garter over the white thigh-high stockings makes him grab his growing bulge and rearrange it under his confining tuxedo trousers. When she raises her skirt more and reveals a pantiless pussy, he urgently unzips, reaches in and whips out a hardness struggling for freedom.
He lifts her up and sets her on the edge of the huge utility sink. She spreads her legs and invites his engorged member to become more acquainted. When his tip touches her, she manually spreads her puffy lips. He enters her ever so slightly and rotates his head in small circles to wet it with her juices. As he begins to slide into her, she removes her hands and allows her lips to swallow his head. With tiny slow pumps his pleasure point kisses her sensitive area and her silky lips hug him with tender caresses. They indulge in the gratification for a long lingering moment. Emma sexily sighs, "Oooh, you really are the best man."
Then simultaneously she wraps her legs around him as he thrusts his rod deeper inside her. With every pump she spreads wider and pulls harder trying to drive him in completely.
Always aware and always in control, Emma knows that time is a demanding factor. She dynamically returns every ramming thrust harder and faster. She knocks over a broom with a clatter and he kicks a metal bucket with a bang. Soap dishes crash and shelving units rattle. Seconds later he spews squirt after squirt into her. On the final soft pump, the voice in the distant reception hall announces that the bridal dance is about to begin.
Emma quickly pushes her sated stud away, jumps from the sink, straightens her gown, and flies down the hall into the arms of her groom on the dance floor. The best man discreetly follows.
As the bridal party exchanges partners and dances with each other, Emma whispers in each of the last two groomsmen's ears to meet her in the custodial closet.
The bridal dance ends, other guests come together to dance, and Emma moves among the crowd with greetings and small talk. She inconspicuously, but hastily, meanders in the direction of the closet. One of the groomsmen has already gone there and is anxiously awaiting her arrival.
Within moments the doorknob jiggles. His pulse quickens. The door opens quickly and the other groomsman darts inside. The expressions on their faces are first pure shock, then disappointment, then awkwardness. They both realize that Emma has prearranged this with each of them. But then they both smile with the comprehension of Emma's plan.
At that second, Emma bursts into the closet and closes and locks the door behind her. She glances from one guy to the other, bites her lip, grins, and asks, "Which one of you is going to cum first?"
The two astonished men look at each other as if they were deciding, but Emma doesn't mean who will be the first in line; she means who will be the first to loose it and shoot it as she pleasures both of them.
As she seductively kisses one, she eagerly fondles the other. Then she reverses the attention and seductively kisses the other while she more eagerly fondles the first one. They soon get the idea and simultaneously unzip their trousers and expose the growths she has engendered.
Emma kneels in front of them and takes each of them into her hands. She squeezes and strokes them. She blows hot breath and teases with a back and forth motion of her head. She comes so close, but never touches. She enticingly looks up at one, and with her lips almost touching the opposite, she asks him, "Do you like?" She lets her tongue softly flick the ridge of the head and feels both erections flex in her hands. She smiles and turns to *his* aching throb. With a hot lick, she looks up at the other guy and asks, "What do *you* want?"
Both men sigh out a groan, flex, and pump forward. Emma fervently begins to simultaneously kiss, lick, stroke, and squeeze both cocks. She sexily voices, "This feels so good. You like this. You like me eating you. You want more." She smothers them with words and actions and revels in the dominance she holds in such a submissive position.
Then it happens. Emma takes one of the pulsating cocks into her mouth. She sucks in the head first, releases it with a visible tongue swirl, then slowly rides down the length until she has swallowed it completely. She slurpily glides up and down, hums titillating vibrations, and makes little sucks on the fleshy shaft.
The other groomsman, captivated in observation, grows increasingly excited while she tightly grips and strokes his demanding hard-on. He screams out, "I'm going to cum soon, are you ready? Here it comes, here it comes!"
Emma quickly reverses actions. When her mouth covers *his* cock, her other hand takes over the pumping of the first one. When she tastes his first spurt, Emma slides off slightly so he can visibly cum and drip out of her mouth. The cock she is pumping instantaneously erupts as he thrusts it toward her creamed lips and adds to the slick collection.
Emma licks her lips, swallows, and wipes her face with her hand. Dizzy herself from this enrapturing tryst, she has to quickly summon all consciousness for she knows that time has eluded her. She hears echoing in her ears, "It is now time to cut the cake. As soon as we find the bride, we will cut the cake."
Emma rolls her eyes and indignantly retorts, "Yes, we must cut the cake."
As she exits the closet, one of the groomsmen calls, "Emma...uh...you..." and motions to her mouth as he touches his, indicating a little drop of remaining cum.
She gives a sincere little giggle of gratitude and remarks, "Maybe they will think it is icing!"
She runs down the hall and bumps into the groom, her husband. Her *husband*? Emma whimpers, "Oh, that's right, I'm married."
He calmly states to her, "Emma, it's either life in the slow lane with me or life in the fast lane with everyone else. Which track do you want to run? Only you can decide, Emma. Which track do you want? You must decide."
Emma blinks her eyes slowly, comes back to reality, and hears the cd requesting, "Which track do you want? You must decide."
Emma is so hyped up from all the foreplay and no climatic releases of her own that she desperately and emphatically clicks Track 10.
An infinite deep dark blue and a steady beeping surround Emma, "beep...beep...beep." On the fourth beep she hears a simultaneous countdown, "ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...one...blast-off!"
A roar of engines fills the air. The instrument panel rattles. The compartment vibrates at liftoff. The G-force presses Emma's face and body to the back of her seat enclosure. The launch is successful and the thrust drives the rocket upward in such an accelerating speed that the view of the earth quickly becomes a picturesque blue backdrop. Then a split second later, a minute speck.
An awestruck Emma gapes through a viewing lens at the passing planets, stars, moons and comets. Mars is passed by immediately; Emma never sees it. But she is sure that huge orb is Jupiter because of the size and many moons. Saturn is unmistakable because of the rings and so quickly she is upon Pluto!
Emma speeds through the Milky Way and into another galaxy. Within seconds she is headed toward a heavenly body, a planet she supposes. The spacecraft, automatically piloted, smoothly settles on a landing pad. The whole trip from liftoff to touchdown has taken a mere five minutes.
The hatch slides open to expose an environment of vivid color. The atmosphere or sky is yellow. The groundcover resembles grass, but it is orange. The vegetation of trees, shrubs and bushes display all the colors. The white buildings, identical in shape and structure, stand out prominently among the dark.
The unusual thing about the color is that there is only one pure shade of each: one red, one yellow, one blue, one green, one orange, one purple, one brown, and one black. Emma compares it to the basic box of Crayola crayons and surmises, "Maybe I am in a Sunday comic strip."
Soon a multitude of curious alien beings begin to gather around the spaceship. All are very similar in shape, no fat ones or skinny ones. Their height varies from very small, perhaps children, to very tall, as tall as seven or eight feet. They are of two colors. Some are red and some are blue and no clothing or apparel covers them.
Their facial features are very similar to one another also, with only very slight variations in the shape and size of the nose and mouth. Their noses are very human like, with large nostrils. Their mouths are small with large lips and very white teeth. Their huge oval-shaped eyes are green and their ears are very tiny flaps of skin.
Their heads are misshapen by human standards, but not grotesque in the least. Each one has a tuft of fur on the top; the red beings have brown and the blue beings have black, the same color as their eyelashes and eyebrows.
Emma distinguishes that the red beings are female because they are curvier, rounder, and have no "penis." They do, however, have two folds resembling the human labia, but they are much, much larger and hairless. She discerns no breasts; not even nipples.
The more masculine blue beings must be male. They also have no breasts or nipples, and they have a protuberance resembling an erect human penis. The difference is there is no mushroom head, the testicles are small and tight, and there is a little projection at the base of the penis just above the testicles. It is about two inches long and one inch thick. They also have no hair, and the rear ends of both the male and female have no crack.
Both red and blue beings have two arms and two legs. Their hands each have one thumb and two fingers and their feet have three toes each. All beings from the very small to the very tall walk in upright positions.
Four red ones come to escort Emma out of the ship. They calmly speak, but the incomprehensible syllables mean nothing to Emma. One of them repeats the syllables and looks questionably at her. She answers with, "I'm sorry. I don't understand you."
The red one smiles and nods her head, "Ah, you are an earthling and you speak English, American English."
At the same time that the English words are pouring from the alien's mouth, Emma hears its native language, those odd syllables, being spoken also. It sounds like an interview or news program when a person speaks and someone simultaneously translates. But in this case it is the same voice speaking both languages simultaneously. Emma is impressed and nods in agreement, "Yes, I am an American."
Another red one explains that they must constrain Emma and the reason will be evident as soon as they leave the spaceship. They proceed to bind Emma's wrists and ankles with bands and straps and lead her outside.
As soon as she steps off the ramp and onto foreign soil, Emma slowly floats upward. The suspension is the same sensation that she feels every time she has contact with that shiny little disc. Only this time it is purely physical. Emma muses, "My mental state is very 'down to earth'."
The red aliens smile and nod, and in the double language they explain that she would float away indefinitely if they did not hold her. With each alien holding an ankle and wrist, they lead a floating Emma like a dog on a leash to one of the white buildings.
The automatic doors open to a spacious room with several blue male and red female aliens tending to different chores. There is one blue alien that seems to be the center of all the activity. Emma gets the impression that he is revered and soon finds herself being led to him.
Her foot restraints are placed on the ground and held there so that she is in an upright position standing and facing the "leader." He asks something in his language and Emma finds his voice very pleasing. The answer comes in both languages, "She is an American earthling."
The leader seems to get a kick out of this for a laugh bellows from him and he approaches Emma with a curious look in his eyes. He brings his face very close to hers, smiles, and asks in double languages, "What are you called?"
Emma smiles back and whispers, "Emma."
He repeats it in a whisper also. Then he commands, "Come with me, Emma." And again he whispers *Emma* but not the other words.
The four aliens lead her to a chamber with very few furnishings. They fasten her feet again to the floor and leave. The leader removes her wrist restraints. He explains that if she is willing, he can also make it so that her foot restraints can be removed and she will not float higher than a few feet from the floor. She will be able to maneuver in this state, but not leave the small area in which she is now pinned.
Emma nods in agreement. With a look of self-satisfaction, he walks behind her. He places the three fingers of each hand on both of her shoulders and squeezes hard enough to relay a message that Emma better stand still. He brings his mouth close to her and announces in a deep raspy voice, "I am called Kahlto."
Emma jumps with a quick jab of pain and her mind yields to the same abeyance as her body. She now experiences that same sensation of mental limbo that the shiny little disc commands. Kahlto unfastens her restraints and Emma rises a few feet from the floor, and then stops. He commands her to twist, to turn, to sit and to experiment with her new state. He also demands that she remove those worthless accoutrements that earthlings insist on wearing. Emma willingly complies and finds that she is able to do everything that she would normally do in a gravitational state.
He tells her that she is aware of everything and she can speak, but she is under his control and will obey his command unconditionally. He tells her that he will not harm her and he will only do pleasant things to her. She nods once with understanding. Emma, for the first time, is at a loss for words.
Kahlto commands Emma to lie on her back. He steps to her head and smoothes his hands over her face. His delicate touch and relaxing massage reassures her and deepens her trust. He speaks to her in that foreign/English duality about consent, compliance and cooperation. She willingly accepts his suggestions and falls deeper under his spell.
When Kahlto's fingers glide over Emma's lips, he pauses and applies little pumps of pressure, pressing and patting her lips in a manner that causes her to pucker. He whispers her name, *Emma*, repeatedly as he "kisses" her with his swelling fingertips. He enters her mouth and Emma's tongue playfully dances in response to the wet secretions she feels from his "tongues."
His hands travel down her neck with little pinches. The stirring sensation causes her to inhale deeply and slowly exhale with a purr.
Kahlto takes her arms and places them behind her head. He slides his fingers down their lengths, over her armpits with a tickle, and up the sides of her breasts. When he witnesses the firming of her nipples, his fingers secrete more lubricant. It is similar to human saliva, but it has an oily texture.
He whispers *Emma* and in a more audible voice he instructs, "Feel the tingling increase with each whisper of your name," and he whispers *Emma* again and again. He pauses between each whisper to observe the change in her and build her anticipation for the next whisper. He also grows more excited with each pause and secretes a little more.
When the tightening and puckering of her brown areolas cause Emma's nipples to increasingly harden and protrude, Kahlto raises his fingers and drips more of the slick substance. Each cool drop contracts them more. He whispers *Emma, Emma* as he vigorously kneads her breasts and pinches her hard round marbles. Emma flinches with the tiny pain, and then shudders with another charge of arousal. Her body responds with twists and turns in rhythm to his treatment.
Kahlto proceeds to move his hands around her back. She naturally rotates to her side a little and relaxes with the soft tickles he elicits when he smoothes over her sides and hips. His fingers brush over her buttocks with a tempting tingle. When she reflexively tightens them, he begins to knead them also, making sure he spreads her crack and pushes his thumbs in deep. She succumbs to the pleasure with soft moans and relaxation.
He rotates Emma on her back again and plays with her pubic hair. He pulls it, runs his fingers through it and wraps it around his twirling finger with gentle tugs. He whispers *Emma* and takes pleasure in the expression on her face as she pushes her pelvis forward.
Kahlto spreads Emma's legs and steps between them. Her pussy quivers with a craving for his touch, but he is turned away from her and his fingers travel down her legs. He pauses, whispers *Emma*, and lightly twirls his pointer fingers over her knees. The sensations send charges up and down her legs in little shivers and goosebumps. He smiles and his fingers enlarge from the excitement.
He travels down to her feet and adoringly plays. He tenderly squeezes and pulls each toe and slips a wet finger in between every one. It feels like he is licking and sucking them with huge tongues. She moans again and causes his fingers to swell and secrete more. He delights in the control that he possesses and becomes very aroused himself every time a spellbound Emma submits to his dominant play.
Kahlto turns to face Emma and his hands advance toward her inner thighs. She impulsively spreads and exposes her most feminine area. The building tingling has her on the brink of begging for his touch. Kahlto is aware that this is the most erogenous area in a female earthling. His nostrils catch her inviting scent and his fingers begin to throb with the anticipation of touching her.
Without delay he travels to her swollen lips and lubricates them with his oily substance. His fingers slip and slide and stroke. He whispers *Emma* and she wriggles; he whispers *Emma* again and she squirms with mounting tingles. Again he whispers *Emma*; she writhes trying to force his engorged fingers to enter her. The tingling has turned to throbs. Emma calls out, "Please, please!"
Kahlto will please her soon, but he keeps her on the edge. He expresses that she will soon feel the urge to climax, but she will climax only on his command. He walks closer to her and tilts her hips downward. He drips his "saliva" on his penis and thrusts it into Emma's aching passage. She welcomes the rush of arousal and contracts her vaginal muscles, drawing him in deeper with each firm squeeze. Suddenly she winces and tightens around the small thick appendage as it pierces her asshole, but soon becomes accustomed to the pleasure it awards her.
Kahlto holds a weightless Emma by the waist and pumps her in little up and down movements on his double penis. The tantalizing thrusting in her tight little hole fills her lower torso with a fiery titillation.
When he feels her genitalia engorge with excitement, Kahlto withdraws until only the end of his larger penis remains in the entrance of her vagina. The tip swells like a balloon and stretches Emma's opening, pulling back the hood and exposing her clitoris. She moans, "What are you doing to me? It feels so good, so good."
Kahlto flexes his round ball causing twitches, throbs, twinges and tremors while Emma thrashes about on the brink of orgasm. She frenetically begs him to let her cum, but she wildly laughs and contradictingly begs him to keep her in this state of sexual bliss.
Kahlto whispers *Emma* repeatedly as he rapaciously rubs his engorged oozing fingers all over her body. She teeters on the edge of orgasm anxiously awaiting his consent. The anticipation builds. Finally, the tension becomes so great, that she madly cries out pleas for release.
Feeling the drive for orgasm himself, he whispers, "*Emma*!" and powerfully commands, "Cum now!" His arms tremble and his fingers vibrate as they explode spurt after spurt of a thicker creamy matter all over Emma's convulsing body. Kahlto's guttural moans and warrior whoops reverberate throughout the chamber, drowning out Emma's shameless shrieks and squeals.
Kahlto's orgasm matches Emma's in a lascivious display of climatic unity. It is every bit obscene and pornographic and Emma passes out in a willing resignation of an everlasting thrall to her alien love.
Eventually, Emma comes to with, "Emma, awaken. You must return. Emma, it is time to go. You cannot come back here."
She does not hear the dual foreign/English language; only English.
"It is time to go. You cannot come back." The voice on the cd repeats, "It is time to go. You cannot come back." Then the final words command, "You must pass this on to someone else."
Emma jolts into full consciousness and screams, "No!"
She leaps to the cd player and hysterically pushes buttons trying to bring up another track number. Nothing!
She screams, "No!" again.
With a forceful push, Emma ejects the cd and snatches it out of the player. She looks at, rotates it, shakes it! Nothing!
She cries, "No, no," and finds the jewel case. She places the shiny little disc in the case, slowly closes it, holds it solemnly with both hands and sighs, "No, please no."
This time something wonderful happens. Emma hugs the shiny little disc to her chest, draws in a deep breath, and complacently smiles as the memories of all her recent experiences flood her with discovery. Emma recognizes that she alone controls her life, her real life and her fantasy life. At times she is submissive and at times she is dominant, but she is the one who decides when.
Emma places the shiny little disc back in the bag. She will not go back. She will pass it on to someone else.