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<terpsicore84@yahoo.com> wrote in message...
From Satin Trancer:
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(feminine control, orgasm & handcuffs)
Thank you for posting this story, and the other 3.
I've added other groups where readers might enjoy it,
and appreciate your interests.
These groups are not getting a lot of stories lately.
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DANCE OF THE SATIN SIRENS
by SatinTrancer
He hated wedding receptions. Well, he hated the enforced bonhomie and bad
jokes that such events lent themselves to.
He didn't hate the ladies fashions though. His usually nervous in most
social situations mind's eyes were especially drawn to the long elegant and
breathtakingly alluring satin and silk charmeuse dresses, doubly especially
the bridesmaids ones. He also felt safe and secure and rather comforted by
the long two piece sets that the mothers of the bride and groom wore. He
especially loved the experienced, knowing, and nurturing looks that these
ladies had. He often loved these more than the stern and rather mocking
looks of the young bridesmaids.
But he froze when he saw two of said bridesmaids. One was Jessicca, the
cruelest girl in his class--but yet so beautiful, worse still her friend
Amelia was waltzing arm in arm into the room with her. Both of them went
over to three other girls. Soon all five of them were laughing together.
Despite his shock he still found their attire mouthwateringly and utterly
swooningly wonderful. All wore soft silk charmeuse gowns. Some tight with
invitingly tantalizing splits revealing silken thighs and long legs. Others
were loose, flowing, and hypnotically shimmering. To him all of them were
like ensorcellingly ethereal, billowing clouds of gentle, entrancing, and
enchanting gossamer womanhood. Men like him dream of visitations from such
fascinatingly feminine visions all day long. With all his diminishing might
he attempted to project an aura of respectful, respectable, and quietly
sociable aloofness whilst he tried to fight off his obvious attraction to
that torturing temptress Jessicca and her companions. And he had to stem the
growing bulge in his rather tight pants. The more he tried to deny his
mind's cravings and his body's carnal desires, the more aroused he was and
the more off guard he became. these mental tricks and psychological
gymnastics made him more vulnerable to even the merest fleeting glance from
the focussed and predatory, stern yet somehow somewhere caring eyes of his
cruel schooldays nemesis Jessicca. Jessicca, the irresistibly beautiful and
painfully unattainable girl who every day in class sought to hypnotically
anesthetize him. It seemed to him that her sole goal in life was to induce
him to helpless slumber for her and her friends cruel delight.
The reunion was the only time he'd encountered Jessica since their
matriculations. The reunion. All those feelings resurrected and exposed.
Jessicca invading his hotel room at the witching hour. What happened after
that he would always remember. But his thoughts and feelings were so cloudy
now. Had his private time of his life with Jessicca really happened? Was
it only some fantasy he'd have virtually sold his birthright and his
immortal soul to make a devilishly decadent reality? If their night
together was more than a dream come true to larger than life-size, how would
Jessicca treat him now. When it was just the two of them, that was one
moment of momentous ecstasies. Now Jessicca was with her girlfriends.
Sometimes, people are very different when they're in a group they want to be
a part of. Which Jessicca would he meet today? Would either of them give
him the time of day?
Just like the old days, when he was off guard Jessicca snared him.
"Oh look girls, it's my little wormy boy, my little geeky victim from our
university. Guess what? It turns out he was actually in my high school. I
remember just about everyone from there. All except him, of course. How
goes it, wormy? Are you still always sleeeeepy in the afternoon? You
pathetic little maggot. Geeks don't change you know. They just get fatter,
uglier, and more sleeeepy when I say so. And you like being sleeepy, don't
you?"
"Oh go away Jessicca it's not funny anymore."
She looked back at him with eyes shot through with a dominating iciness as
she mimicked him in a voice sounding like someone who'd swallowed too much
helium. . .
"Oh go away Jessicca." In her usual voice whose tone and timbre always spoke
sensuousness to him which he would never forget she said, "Pathetic little
geek. I don't know why Tommy, the biggest jock with a bod to simply die for,
invited a little maggot like you here. Look girls, this is still the stupid
guy we used to put to sleep in class every day so that he got into trouble
with the teachers. We loved how he went all dreamy eyed and especially when
his little pathetic scrawny mouth drooled saliva . . yuk!"
Those in her company laughed and Amelia piped up. .
"Yes, and we used to have competitions. . . Make geeky boy sleepy boy," she
emphasized. "But he had his moments, you know. Despite what Jessie said, he
was quite, you know, well endowed in the loin department."
He wondered why Amelia would give him such a compliment. For the life of
him he couldn't recall any time when Amelia or any of Jessicca's other
companions would have that sort of carnal knowledge about him.
More mocking laughter from all five femme fatales. He had had enough. He
wanted no more abuse or humiliation. he left the reception and went back to
the hotel just hoping and praying that his mesmerizing bully girl was not
there. With all his mind and spirit, heart and soul he beseeched the Lord of
the heavens and the earth that Jessicca would never darken any door that
stood between the two of them ever again.
After flopping down on the bed, he couldn't stop his depressed consciousness
from replaying only the awful events in this now thoroughly disgusting day.
Not one fraction of a second of sympathy or kindness from Jessicca. He was
sure he had his answer now. What he felt he'd had with Jessicca that night
of the reunion, it was nothing!
Later he had a shower which seemed to wash away the stresses of the day.
Life does go on he mused. And why should the tartest lemon of all, in spite
of the fact she seemed more gorgeous each time he saw her, spoil the barrel
of ripe, crisp, sweet apples most of his life had become? After all,
despite one more dreadful and pain-filled experience with Jessicca since
school he would be free of her from now on.
He left the shower and towelled himself down. For a moment he looked at his
manhood. It was a little, shall we say, dormant but he was proud of how
wonderfully large, hard, and proud it got when he was aroused. Maybe one day
some nice understanding girl would relish having his "Asset" as her own. But
when he saw very attractive girls, he often thought of Jessicca and her
friends cruel jibes foremost. A part of him secretly enjoyed the ordeals he
used to go through for their entertainment. They knew how he became when he
got sleepy. He recalled their touch when they mesmerizingly lulled him to
afternoon slumber. . . But maybe all those memories were nothing but
fantasies he dreamed up to protect himself and service his needs.
He heard a sound in the small hotel room. He quickly exited the bathroom and
went towards the noise--not thinking and not even grabbing a towel to cover
his carnal credentials. .
As he entered the dark room he seemed to be sprayed by a hundred perfume
atomizers and a silken bridesmaids glove covered his mouth "Mmmmm
mmmmmmm!!!" he tried to cry out but to no avail. He felt weak and helpless
as he was dragged to a chair. His hands were put behind him and he was
handcuffed to the chair he'd been forced into. At the same time a rope was
wound around his feet.
He looked up and was quite dazed to see five female faces in a high state of
amusement. And the closest was Jessicca.
"See, little wormy boy, you must have known that Amelia and I wouldn't let
you leave without showing our friends what we can do to you. "
"We're all dressed in satin, my little geek man. And you sooooo love satin.
I know you do. I remember that day when we caught you in one of the men's
changing rooms. You see girls, despite his ugly, weak, unmanly look this
little, geeky man has something we all want. Actually he's got something
that the wannabe jock-boy toys can't give us. Hell theyre still too busy
pumping iron, devouring steroids, and too many of these losers still living
off their parents. Bods are one thing. But bods don't enter our love caverns
now do they."
He looked at her. He actually did not hate her. He just wished she would be
gentle with him, tender with him.
She seemed to read his mind.
"We just captured you geeky boy. But we don't want to hurt you--unless we
find out you're really into that sort of thing. We just want to soothe you,
like we used to. And like you secretly enjoyed. At least you believed nobody
knew about your little secret desires about what you'll always want us to do
with you. Just keep watching our wonderful dresses as they wind around you
like a snake or a spider's web ensnaring our prey, my little wormy man. As
they come closer and shimmer. Reflecting the light that attracts your poor,
tired, little eyes."
Suddenly, but in a gentle way, all five young women began walking around
him. He heard the gentle swish of their various silken skirts and watched
the light dance off the reflective material as it shimmered and flowed.
"Thats right, my little, geeky one, we're going to dance and enchant you to
silken, satin, sweet fairyland. Yes, my little dazed one, watch the sweet,
flowing, swaying, soothing and sweetly alluring and lulling charmeuse skirts
of surrender surround you. See their promise to engage your eyes, to envelop
your pretty face in our thighs. Feel silken gloved fingers tracing your face
and neck with tactile, arousing lullabies. Feel yourself being hypnotized,
my geeky, little love."
"Lullabies, tired eyes, mesmerized" said the five in a wonderfully
harmonious, femininely beguiling and hypnotizing burr. Each desirable woman
kept gently and softly touching his face and neck as their skirts wound
around him.
"You don't know how much we love you, little wormboy. The cruelty was always
a front. Sometimes ladies are programmed to expect a man to be macho manly,
to be a brute. Or sometimes not a brute but a protector. And you don't come
across like any of these roles most of us expect a man to fulfill, do you?
So we mock. But really, some of us, we want to care for you. It turns us on
to send our sleepy, geeky, careworn wormyman to the dreamland he deserves
and hungers for and needs to rest in our embrace. Now watch the skirts, my
little one. Watch them sway and optically kiss your tiring, sleepy eyes as
we get closer to you. Feel the gentle, soothing touch of our silken gloves.
Hear the satiny soothing, languorous, loving lullaby voices of my wonderful,
hypnotic sisters."
"Silken gloves, satin dress,
Wonderful silken angels caress.
Helpless darling falling deep.
Rest your head in silk-satin sleep."
The gentle harmonies seemed to be coming from a great distance away. As
these temptresses' skirts grew closer, he was relaxed. His eyes dimmed as
the gentle fingers caressed him.
"Rest now, rest now, sleep, sleeeeep, sleeeeeeeep!"
Their voices continued teasing him, lulling him, arousing him. As the skirts
enveloped him, Jessiccas voice came to him again.
"See! my little one, you are in our power. You are in the laps of the silky
satin siren goddesses of deep sleeeep. As you hypnotically sleep and wet
dream of us, you cannot help becoming even more and more aroused. Arousal is
sleeep, sleeeeep is arousal. Arousal is sleep and sleep is arousal. Aroused,
sleeeeeep. Aroused, sleeeeep. Aroused, sleeeeeeep.
"Sooo deeeply aroused and soundly, erotically, enchantedly entranced and
deeply, soothingly, silky satin, mesmerisingly asssleeeeeep."
He remembered his face nestling into five sets of silken hips. He dimly
recalled looking at a jewelled pendant set in silken clad breasts and his
head falling onto the most exquisite, exciting breasts any mortal has ever
seen or been blessed to feel. As his manhood exploded once, twice, thrice or
more, he remembers the words "Nighty night my satisfying little geek-boy".
He awoke suddenly and felt his neck muscles tighten. He was handcuffed to
his bed facing a mirror. The domestic staff were frantically banging the
door. He looked at the mirror opposite and saw written in ruby red lipstick.
"See ya later meaty gator, until we meet again geek boy, thanks for the
memories, remember the mammaries, sleepiness is sexiness, your very own
Hypno-girl Jessicca".
As the pass key opened the door and he heard more female laughter he just
felt resigned to his fate. But secretly he wanted Jessicca and her friends
to capture him again and again.
THE END