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Candy Hearts (mc, hyp, mff, fd)

Copyright 2000 by Chew Toy (wellgnawed@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The usual disclaimers and warnings apply.
The characters in this story have sex; if that offends
you or for some reason you are Not Allowed to read about
such things, stop now. The events in this story might not
be moral or even possible; the point is to give you a hot
fantasy, not a blueprint for life.

---

  "Want a kiss?"

  I turned from my reverie to face the owner of the
sultry voice murmuring into my ear.  She was leaning
in close to me, draping herself over the back of the
couch where I sat.  Her luscious red lips were parted
just enough to let me see the tip of her tongue peeking
out between her teeth, and her green eyes danced as
they met mine, invitingly.  She held up a teardrop-shaped
chocolate wrapped in red tinfoil.

  "Tease," I said as I accepted the candy.

  "Hah," Kerry replied, standing up, "just let me catch
you when Meg's not around."

  "She's not around now..."

  "Who's not around?" said Meg, settling in beside me.
Kerry threw me a wink and disappeared into the crowd.

  Officially this was the "St. Valentine's Day Massacre"
party, so we were all dressed as gangsters, ruffians, and
lowlifes of every description.  Tommygun waterpistols
abounded.  I had done my best, with a pinstripe suit with
suspenders and vest, topped off with a fedora and-- my
triumph-- white spats.  Meg was dressed as a flapper, with
a tubelike silver satin dress that went all the way down
to maybe mid-thigh and black lacy stockings that continued
from there.  I'd seen her playing with a toy derringer in
a garter holster earlier, but I had no idea where she had
been thinking she could hide it.  The stockings were held
up with a garter belt, anyhow-- I could see the straps
whenever she adjusted her dress.  I pretended I was trying
not to stare.

  Meg has always been my dream girl.

  "Mmm, hi," I said as she snuggled up to my side.  "I
didn't hear you come up with all the noise around.  You
should be careful sneaking up on people like that-- you
never know what might happen."

  "I'll try to use this power only for good," said Meg
distractedly.  "Candy heart?"

  I accepted the proffered tidbit.  One thing Valentine's
Day parties are always good for is candy hearts.  They're
not quite as much fun as fortune cookies because you can't
just add a phrase like "in bed" at the end of every one to
make a joke-- at least, I've never found a good phrase for
them-- and the themes are pretty much always the same.  But
I like concentrations of pure sugar anyway; the random
words are just a bonus.

  I looked at the one I was holding.  "Sleep now," it said.
My eyelids fell suddenly closed.

  Meg had hypnotised me at a party the night we first met.
I went home with her because I couldn't remember where I
lived for some reason-- I'm still not sure why that was,
weird fluke of memory or something-- and we'd been dating
ever since. She does sometimes like to get a little kinky--
and toppy-- in our sex games... but I don't mind too much,
because, as she told me that first night, I like being
submissive for her.  She was so right about that.  Everything
she told me that night was so true...

She still continued to hypnotise me for fun
sometimes, and I had the vague impression that she might
have done it recently-- there were several evenings I
couldn't remember very well-- but if so I had no idea what
she'd done.  Or what I'd done.  Or what I would do...

  I opened my eyes.  I was standing in the hallway next to
the bathroom.

  "Hey, wanna go outside?" said Meg.

  "Um, what?" I said.

  "Out on the porch?  It's nice and cool, the air will
clear your head.  Come on!"

  "Um, ok.  What did I... what just..."

  "Yay!  Just as I thought.  Nobody out here right now."

  "Cool.  But what..."

  "Shh.  Kiss me."

  No need to tell me that twice.  Meg has wonderful lips.
I kissed her long and lingeringly, while she took my right
hand and pressed it between her legs, under her dress.  I
discovered why she'd been so careful to keep adjusting her
dress when she sat down.

  I tried to use this knowledge only for good.

  "Mmm..." Meg murmured, and pressed her hips forward into
my hand.  She rubbed her cheek against mine as she leaned
into me, her lips brushing my ear.  "You know," she whispered,
"what you really need is a tongue down there."

  It did sound appealing.  But I could hear voices in the
kitchen just on the other side of the door.  "Someone might
walk out and see us," I replied.

  "Spoilsport," she whispered.  She reached behind her and
pressed something into my left hand, which was against the
small of her back.  Curious, I brought it around to look at
it.

  It was a small candy heart.  "Eat Me," it said.

  With no apparent transition I was kneeling on the porch
licking my Mistress's pussy.  Her hips pressed into my face
and she reached down under her dress to twine her fingers in
my hair... then she pulled hard and yanked me half to my
feet, just as the door from the kitchen opened.

  "Mmmm, I could use another drink" Meg said lazily as I
stumbled to my feet.  "Will you get it for me?"  She handed
me her cup with a sly grin.

  I took a deep breath to steady myself.  Meg looked on
innocently.  I could still taste her on my lips, smell the
scent of her pussy stronger than anything else... and I
couldn't say anything, because three other people had just
walked out on the porch beside us, lighting up cigarettes and
chattering away.  I edged past them, keeping my body turned
away and hoping my pants didn't bulge too noticeably.

  Well, now I had some idea what she was up to.  Candy hearts.
Scary.

  All right, so what was the worst that could happen?  I
trusted Meg to keep me safe from self-injury or major social
scandal, but she wasn't above making me work for it.  Or
sweat a little.  Obviously.

  I racked my brains for all the candy-heart slogans I could
think of.  Most were pretty innocuous, really.  "Eat me" was
a lucky double entendre, but as best I could remember most of
them were things like "Kiss me"-- which I hardly minded-- or
"Be mine"-- which I already was.

  Wait, now-- what was that first one she'd shown me?  I
couldn't remember it anymore, but it seemed like there had
been something odd about the slogan...

  "Alone at last," came the sultry voice in my ear.  Kerry
again, pressed up against me in the crush of people trying
to reach the refrigerator.  Pressed rather *tightly* against
me... good thing she wasn't in front of me, or she might
interpret my body's lingering thoughts of Meg as something
else again.

  As it was, I hoped she wasn't close enough to my face to
smell what I'd just been doing.

  "Yeah, it's-- oof!-- nice to have the kitchen completely
to ourselves like this," I said, taking an accidental elbow
in the ribs from the guy in front of me.

  "Sorry about that, man" he apologized.

  "Hey, no problem-- the refrigerator is MINE!  Ah-ha-ha-ha
haaa!"  I enthused mildly, groping through the shelves for
something Meg might like.

  "Ooh, I love to see a man on his knees.  Could you hand
me a cider while you're... down there?  I'd be *ever* so
grateful..." Kerry vamped in my ear.

  "You're letting that outfit go to your head," I answered,
fishing out three ciders and handing her one.  Kerry was
dressed as a torch singer, in heels and stockings and a
very tight black silk dress that was slit up the sides
farther than I dared look.  Turning around to hand her the
bottle, I realized that kneeling to poke through the fridge
had placed my face about even with her belly.  I could
still smell Meg's pussy and was very aware that my face
was only a few inches from Kerry's.

  I felt the temperature rise a few degrees in the room.
Slowly I looked up at her.

  I could see that Kerry was thinking the same thing, and
she looked like she might be about to blush.  Instead she
held my eyes, and very deliberately placed one foot on a
stool next to the refrigerator, baring her whole leg to
where the tops of her garter straps disappeared into the
slit in the dress.  "See anything you like?" she asked,
with her eyes locked on mine.

  "Hey, no sex in front of the refrigerator!"  "Yeah,
there's people dying for a beer back here!"  "Get a room!"
called the peanut gallery behind her, and a good-natured
shove sent her half-toppling onto me.  I caught her around
the waist-- trying very hard to avoid anyplace more
suggestive, the warmth of her skin underneath the silk dress
was intense enough-- and helped her stumble out of the way
of the mob.

  "Actually, I'm a man on a mission," I said, holding up
the two bottles by way of explanation.

  "Oh-ho!" she smiled, arching an eyebrow.  "You get away
this time.  But I'll get you, my pretty!"  And she whirled
dramatically and headed into another room.

  And your little dog Toto, too? I thought.  I don't even
have a little dog Toto.

  Such predicaments; I must forge ahead.

  Opening Meg's cider first, I stepped out onto the back
porch and offered it to her as she lounged against the rail.

  "What's this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Um, 'Rabid Weasel Hard Cider,'" I said, reading the label.
"Eight percent alcohol by volume, contents... hm, I can't
find the contents listed..."

  "Is that any way to serve me?" she asked, looking me up
and down and lifting the eyebrow higher.  I gave her a
blank look, and she nodded towards the floor of the deck in
front of her.

  Hoping I was interpreting correctly, I knelt, and held
the bottle up towards her like an offering.  "Please accept
this humble token of my eternal devotion?" I said
tentatively.

  "Yeah!  You go, girl!" cheered one of the smokers, a
blonde woman I didn't recognize, stubbing out her cigarette
and clapping.  Meg inclined her head regally towards us
both, then gestured to me to stand up again as the smokers
filed back indoors.

  "Much better," she nodded, as I opened my bottle and
joined her leaning against the railing.  She held up her
bottle to clink it against mine in a toast.  As I raised
my bottle to my lips she said, "To begging."

  "What?" I said, forgetting to take a sip.

  "Begging.  Isn't that what your last girlfriend called
dating?  Begging for sex?"

  "Uh... yeah, but I'm not sure I *agreed* with that, I
mean, there are lots of other..."

  "I do *so* like to see you beg"  Meg interrupted my
babbling, leaning her face in to mine.  She held my eyes
for a moment, teasingly.  Then she breathed in deeply.
"Mm, and you smell so nice.  Too bad I have to go find
the bathroom now... it seems like such a shame to leave
you alone.  But I'll be back.  Would you like another
candy heart before I go?"

  "Do I dare?" I answered wryly.

  She brought a hand around in front of her and held
something towards me.  "Oh, take a look," she said,
smiling.

  Of course it was a candy heart.  "Beg for it," it read.

  And then I was on my knees at her feet again, pleading
with her.  "Please?  Please may I?  Please?"

  "Please what?" she asked teasingly.

  "Please may I have..." I wasn't entirely sure what I
was begging for, though whatever it was, I was suddenly
desperate to have it.  "Please may I have it?"

  "Please, *what*?" she asked very definitively, arching
her eyebrow again.

  I heard the kitchen door starting to open.  Someone was
about to step out onto the porch and see us here, me
kneeling at Meg's feet like a dog.  "Please... Mistress?"
I asked quickly, lowering my voice.

  "That's better." she said.  "Catch!"  She tossed the
piece of candy up into the air, and I caught it in my
mouth.

  "Bravo!" said a voice from the doorway.  "Does he do
any other tricks?"  it was Kerry.

  "Oh, he's *very* well trained," said Meg, smiling.

  "Do tell?" said Kerry, walking over to join us as I
stood up.  "Oh, don't get up on my account."

  "I'm not sure I should leave you two alone," said
Meg, stopping on her way towards the door and turning
back towards us with a wink.

  "Oh, I'll take good care of him," answered Kerry,
leaning into me and twining her arm through mine.

  "That's what I'm afraid of, you brazen hussy" said
Meg, smiling.

  "Brazen hussy?!" exclaimed Kerry in mock anger.
"Why... you heartless bitch!"

  "Shameless tramp."

  "Ice queen."

  "Bold strumpet."

  "'Strumpet'?  Ooh, good one.  Um... Ball-busting man-eater!"

  "Exhibitionistic slut."

  At about this point I chose to make my exit, quietly,
while the women were occupied with their battle of words.
I was afraid if I said anything at all Meg would make me
lick her shoes or something, so I discreetly slipped
through the door while they were distracted.

  At least I'd get a chance to drink my cider.  I'd
completely forgotten about it in the excitement of... I
flushed.  Meg's manipulations.  She liked teasing me like that,
but we'd never done anything quite so public before.  Or
just nearly public.  I had to admit, the constant almost-
discovery was pretty sexy.  And terrifying.

  The stereo in the living room was playing "Tainted Love"--
how appropriate-- so I wandered in there and made a fool of
myself with the other folks dancing until the song ended.
When I headed back towards the porch to see if Meg was back
from the bathroom yet, I saw that she and Kerry were alone
back there, again or still, but they seemed to have ended
their playful argument.  Kerry had found a chair and was
slumped bonelessly forward in it while Meg massaged her back
and spoke in her ear.  Kerry nodded slowly while Meg spoke.
It was good to see them getting along, but I decided not to
interrupt.

  So I went back into the living room and danced some more.
A while later, heading back towards the kitchen for another
drink, I noticed a knot of people clustered around the food
table, taking candy from a new bowl on the table and laughing.

  "All right!  Listen to this one!" said a woman I knew as a
friend of Meg's.  "'Suck my throbbing man-meat.'  Ooh, suck
my throbbing man-meat!" she repeated, turning to the woman
next to her.  They both dissolved in gales of laughter.

  "Have you seen them?" said Kerry, suddenly appearing at my
elbow.  She tugged on my sleeve to draw me into a side room.

  "Seen what?" I asked.

  "X-rated candy valentine hearts." she answered, gesturing
towards the crowd by the candy bowl.  "See, here's one..."

  Oh, shit.  Oh.  Shit.

  I tried to leave, but her hand was already in front of me,
holding up a candy heart.  "On your knees, slave!" it read.

  I was kneeling at Kerry's feet.  Suddenly feeling very,
*very* submissive.

  "Hey, it works!" she laughed.  Leaning down to hold her lips
teasingly close to mine, she looked into my eyes consideringly.
"What should I make you do for me, slave?"  With her foot, she
nudged the room's door shut beside her.

  My cock jumped, and I gave a little gasp.  Suddenly, I really
liked hearing Kerry call me that.  Slave.  Wow.

  She looked at my just-parted lips, and back into my eyes.
Slowly, she moved her lips forward towards mine... watching
my lips as they waited eagerly for hers, and watching my
eyes as I waited, helplessly, for her to take me.  Slowly,
tenderly, she kissed me.

  Eventually we came up for air.

  "I've wanted to do that for so long," she said.  She looked
into my eyes tenderly, as I knelt at her feet.  Then she got a
devilish grin.  "Let's try one at random!"  She reached behind
her back to a table, and I heard several candy hearts rattling
on the tabletop.  Her hand came around in front, and I looked
at it.

  "Tie me up and whip me, baby!" it read.

  I knew our hosts kept some interesting sex toys, but I
didn't remember seeing them when I'd stepped into the room,
though it was a bedroom.  I must have noticed them, though,
because the next thing I knew I had Kerry handcuffed (with
padded handcuffs!  Cool!) to the bedposts, her ankles tied
apart with soft rope, and the back of her skirt thrown up
to expose her very shapely ass, which I was beating with a
luxuriously soft deerhide flogger.

  That was when Meg walked into the room.  She looked at
us, smiled, and shut the door behind her.

  I stopped flogging Kerry's ass.

  "Well, I see I was right to worry about you two together.
What *have* you got up to while I was gone?"  Meg asked
quietly, looking more aroused than offended.  "Candy heart?"
she said to me, holding out her hand.

  I took it.  "You belong to Meg," it said.

  It's true, of course.  Meg has always been my dream girl.
I ate the candy, letting the flogger fall out of my hand
as I waited for my Mistress to tell me what to do next.

  "Here, Kerry, would you like one too?" Meg asked, setting
a piece of candy on the bed next to Kerry's face.  Kerry
turned her head to look at it, and gave a little gasp.

  "I want Meg," she said softly.  "Oh, God, I sure do.
You could take me right here, Meg, right now..." she was
grinding her hips into the mattress, writhing lasciviously.
"Oh, shit, what am I doing?  What did you do to me?  Oh,
no, they work on me too?"

  "Of course they do, Kerry.  You were so anxious to...
participate.  How could I leave you out?"

  "Heartless bitch" said Kerry.  "Please, *please* touch
me.  Please, Meg?"

  Meg sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Kerry's
stockinged leg, running her hand from the ankle up to
Kerry's bare ass.  Kerry moaned and writhed a bit with
pleasure.  "And after you asked me if you could have
John, here, just for a little while, I told you you could,
but there would be a price.  But you don't remember that
conversation now, do you Kerry?  It all faded from your
mind like a dream, after I hypnotised you.  You really
should have asked what the price would be."

  Kerry moaned even more as Meg's hand continued to roam
around her body.

  "Now I could take you both, right here in the middle
of the party, in our hosts' bedroom.  That could be a
lot of fun.  But we'd probably make some noise-- you'd
probably both have to moan my name very loudly when you
came-- and everyone would know what we were doing.  And
then we'd have to walk out of the room, with everyone
at the party knowing I'd just had you both pleasuring
me, right here.  Everyone watching us.  What do you
think about that?"

  I didn't think anything.  I belonged to Meg.  I knew
she could do anything with me she wanted.

  "Oh, I don't care, just touch me, make me come, please!"
said Kerry.

  "I could pull out a handful of candy hearts and see
what we get..." Meg continued, walking over to the table
where Kerry had piled her candy stash.

  "Or, I could take you both home, where I could make you
both serve me for as long as I liked before I let you
get off.  The whole way home you'd have to think about what
you'll do for me, and you'll be so turned on by that, but
neither of you will be able to come until I let you."

  "Nnnnhhh!" moaned Kerry in frustration, as Meg's hand
went back to teasing her.

  "On the other hand... you do look nice all tied up like
that.  It seems a shame to waste it..."

  "Pleeease!" begged Kerry.

  "Hm.  John, do you have that knife with you?  Give it to
me."

  I took out my leatherman and handed it to my Owner.  Be
prepared.

  Meg unfolded the large knife blade in front of Kerry's
eyes.  It's large for a pocketknife, but not incredibly
huge.  Unless it's inches from your face.

  "I'll bet you thought he was just happy to see you, huh?"
Meg teased.  "Then again..." she slowly backed up until her
rear was pressing against my now very stiff cock through my
pants "I'm sure he was."  She wiggled her butt a little
against me, and I put my arms around her automatically.

  "Now let's see..." Meg said, holding the knife over Kerry's
immobile body, considering where to cut first.  She drew one
of my hands around to press between her legs while she
thought.  "Mmmmm, yes, like that.  You look pretty helpless
there, Kerry.  What could possibly feel more vulnerable than
being helplessly horny while you're tied spread-eagle to a
bed?"

  Meg's knife touched Kerry's bare thigh, just above the tops
of her stockings, and Kerry gasped.  Meg turned the side of
the blade against Kerry's flesh and slowly drew it upwards,
caressing Kerry's ass with the knife.  "How about..." the
knife slipped under Kerry's panties at the side "being *naked*
and horny and tied spread-eagle to the bed?" She quickly
sliced open Kerry's panties on that side, then moved the knife
to the other side, letting the point drag against Kerry's
ass, slipped it under the fabric and cut again.  With the knife
hand she gently pulled Kerry's now-ruined panties off.

  "Sorry about the satin.  They were nice.  But you don't mind,
do you Kerry?"

  "No... please touch me!"

  "Ah... what do we say?"  Meg asked, her hand just barely not
touching Kerry's ass.

  "Please!  Pleeeeease!"

  Meg placed another candy heart in front of Kerry, whose eyes
immediately locked on it.  "Please Mistress!" Kerry read quickly.

  "That's better."  Meg said, finally putting her hand on Kerry's
flesh.

  "Ohh..."

  "John?"  Meg handed me another candy heart.

  "Deeper" it said.  Everything seemed to get a bit more far
away and quiet.

  "Go and sit by Kerry's other side, kissing her neck and
nibbling on her ear.  Do everything you can to arouse her.
You will feel as turned on as she does."

  "Yes, Mistress," I answered, and sat on the bed next to
Kerry.  I brushed my lips against her tender neck, and she
moaned again.

  "Mmm, Kerry, you're all wet now, however could that have
happened?"  Kerry gasped loudly as Meg's hand reached up
between her thighs.

  "Ohh... oh, yes, mmm...."

  "I asked you a question, Kerry.  And if you want me to
continue touching and stroking your pussy, Kerry, you have
to answer me."

  "Oh, yes, please!  Please keep touching me!  Please!"

  "Please what?"

  "Please Mistress!  Please keep touching my pussy, Mistress!"

  "That's better.  Now tell me what made your pussy get so
wet, Kerry?"

  "You did!  You said... you made me want you!"

  "What do you call me?"

  "Ohhh... oh, god... Mistress!  You made me want you, Mistress.
Ohmmm..."

  Meg's hand was rubbing rhythmically up and down underneath
Kerry's body now, and I tried to match my kisses and caresses
with her rhythm.  "And how did I make you want me, Kerry?"

  "You... ohhhh... you hypnotised me..."

  "Being hypnotised makes you wet, Kerry?"

  "Yes... Mistress..."

  "That's very good, Kerry.  Very, very good.  I'm going to
make you even wetter now, Kerry, so very hot and aroused.
You want that, don't you?"

  "Ohhh, yes, Mistress... yes, please... make me wetter..."

  "I'm going to put a finger inside you, Kerry--"

  "Yes, please!"

  "--and as my finger slides into your pussy, you will feel
yourself sliding into a hypnotic trance, slipping into
hypnosis as my finger slips inside of you.  It will feel
so good to relax as my finger slides you into hypnosis,
Kerry, won't it?  Already you're imagining the feeling,
ready to surrender to it, ready to relax and let me in..."

  "ohhhhhh"

  "And now surrender for me Kerry..."

  "OHHhhhh... yesssssss..."  I could feel Kerry go limp as
all the tension drained out of her body... except her hips,
which continued to buck against Meg's hand, but slowly now.

  "Yes, that's it.  Sliding deeper and deeper as my finger
sliides you deeper... relaxing for me, as all your muscles
go limp and you open yourself to me more and more... and
each finger opens you more and more, relaxing more with
each finger I sliiide inside you... deep inside you..."

  "Oh!" Kerry gasped and seemed to go even more limp as
Meg adjusted her hand between Kerry's thighs.

  "I want you to count how deep you are for me, Kerry.
As each finger slides you further and deeper, count how
relaxed you are becoming, how deep you have gone for
me, how strong my influence has grown inside you.  I have
two fingers inside you now, Kerry."

  "Ohhh!"

  "Say that, for me, Kerry: two..."

  "Two...  ohh...  mmmm...."

  "And now?"

  Kerry's body stiffened for a moment and then relaxed
again.  "aAaah! Th...three..." came her voice more faintly
than before.

  "Yes, three, and you're very deep and relaxed for me now,
Kerry."

  "uhhhhhh.... huhhhh...." Kerry agreed quietly.

  "And it feels soooo good to stay here, and so good to
go deeper--"

  "mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

  "--my words sliding in and out of you, sliding you deeper,
as you open yourself up to take them in, relaxing more and
more as I touch you, welcoming my words inside of you and
opening yourself to me MORE... and MORE... and MORE..."

  "ahhh!" with each "MORE" my Mistress gave a push and a
ripple went through Kerry's body and I could feel the
pleasure melting her away, could barely feel her soft skin
as I kissed and nuzzled her shoulder and neck, both lost in
our Mistress's words...

  "and at FOUR, Kerry--"

  "aaaaaah!  ff...ffffrhhh..."

  "--your body is so open, Kerry, you are so open now,
so open for my words, my hands, my touch, and deeper than
you can imagine, Kerry, so deep and going deeper, deeper,
deeper, deeper, and now you are..."

  a pause

  "hhhhhhh!  pp...plsss... pleeeehssss... plheess msstress
plhees..."

  "at FIVE."

  "Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

  "At FIVE, Kerry--"

  "fffhvv..."

  "--yes, FIVE, and you have no control now Kerry, no
control over your body, no control over your mind, my
words are inside you and your body fits around my hand like
a puppet, you are a puppet on my hand, and my every
movement brings you so much pleasure, more than you can
imagine, Kerry, and you know that you will come when I
want, you will move when I want, you will think what I
want, you will know what I want.  And when I say you will
come, Kerry... you are so ready...  so ready..."

  "hh..."

  "... and NOW"

---

  We were walking back home, Meg and Kerry and I-- it was
a shame we had to leave the party kind of early, but I had
felt really sleepy for some reason and Meg suggested we
turn in.  I remembered thinking Meg was up to something but
I couldn't imagine what.  But Meg said she had something to
show me and Kerry at home, so we packed up (Kerry was looking
very rumpled and distracted, I wondered what had happened to
her) and headed off.

  "Hey, I smuggled out some of those candy hearts," said
Meg.  "Wanna see?"

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