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A bit surreal I thought. Still I guess nobody can explain the huge
variations of kinks. I've given up.
Brian
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From the desk of Mildew Spores
mildew_spores@blueyonder.co.uk
"a425couple" <a425couple@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:kfobnf01j2d@news6.newsguy.com...
> <terpsicore84@yahoo.com> wrote in message...
> From Satin Trancer:
>
> ------------
> (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.
> ----------------------
>
> 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