It worried me a bit, the way she had signed-off with that “I love you” over the phone. She didn’t love me— that was no more than a jab by the "good” Mira, an attempt to insert something more noble than runaway lust into recent events. I loved hearing her say it, though, because it was another illustration of the effect I’d had from secretly pushing her buttons. I was hard almost non-stop at work the next day, Mira's seductive promises of hot sex echoing in my mind. My thoughts wandered as I sat across from my clients, their unconscious drives and complex life problems unable to hold my attention. I kept seeing Mira’s lips wrapped around my cock, or her thighs tensing as I shoved my tool deep inside of her, and my concentration — formerly a source of pride — became so spotty that I realized the only signals I could accurately tune-in to were the powerful urges almost screaming at me from my aching dick.

The key was gone from under the mat when I got home that night. I stopped at the threshold when I entered, switching on the living room light and listening, hoping beyond hope that she might be in the house. My home was empty, I could tell, but she’d been inside. In the side room I use as a home office, a floor lamp was switched on and some of the furniture was out of place.

But even more telling — her scent, strong and pungent, as though she had fucked the air or the walls. “What the hell,” I whispered, seeing that my computer was switched on, the screensaver animation in motion. I brought the black swivel chair back into position and clicked the mouse, and found that my home movie program was open. I had a handful of short movies in my library — mostly excerpts from lectures I’d given, or the occasional filmed session with a client — but I had never created a movie called “Plaything”.

“Welcome home, Michael,” Mira smiled at me when I clicked the play button. She stood in this very room, wearing a short orange dress, her alluring eyes on high beam. “I can’t get away at night, not for several days,” she pouted, leaning in towards the camera that must have been on the desk, until her face filled the entire screen. I stared at the slightly blurry full lips and perfect teeth, as she said: “I’m sorry if this little surprise is a bit crude — I’ll have to buy a much better camera, something that can track my movements so you can see all of me, and everything I want to show you. For now… I didn’t want you to have to wait to feel me touching you. Unzip your pants, Michael. I put some nice lotion next to the monitor for you. Pull out your cock and watch, and feel me wishing I could be there right now, reaching out to stroke you, and suck you off.”

I was a little stunned, and hadn’t made a move towards my zipper or the aforementioned lotion when she stepped back, and slowly, sensually, began to remove her dress. Parts of her body were out of the frame, but even so her movements were fluid and teasing, the kind of gyrations that usually involved a tall pole

“Are you stroking yourself?” she asked, allowing her dress to slip to the floor.

I reached for the bottle and had my raging cock out in seconds. Mira, down to a black bra and matching thong panties, leaned in again, cradling her breasts with one bent arm.

“You don’t get to see these beauties until you can run your tongue over them,” she cooed, pressing them together and making them bounce. Mira’s body, as I knew, was essentially flawless, and that was without most of her legs even being in the frame. Her breasts were on the largish side, and obviously spectacular. “I bought some playthings for us,” she said, lowering herself and leaning in so that her face filled the screen again. “Most of it is a surprise, because you like surprises. But I thought you might want to see one thing, that’s all about you.”

The screen artfully faded, and when it came back to life, I started to stroke my dick in earnest. Mira had moved a chair in front of the camera, at a distance where I could see her entire body as she squatted on her tip-toes with her thighs parted, teasing herself through the black panties with a silver-colored phallus.

“Oh God…” she sighed. “I want this… I want it to be you…”

She rubbed lotion on the phallus, the same lotion I was using to lubricate my cock. She moved the stand-in for my pulsing member up her toned abdomen, then caressed the exposed flesh of her breasts with it, briefly letting the head dip into her cleavage. Finally came the mouth, kissing it, tonguing it, her lips so full, her eyes so seductive.

“I’m going to practice in advance, Michael,” she whispered, drawing the silver cock out along her cheek and looking right into the lens. “I’m going to be good at swallowing you before you even give me my first official lesson.”

I was close to erupting when she brought the phallus back down, releasing some hidden snap or tie that held her panties together, then slowly inserting the head of the metal-colored monster inside.

“Oh God I can’t wait until it’s you!” she cried, plunging it in and pulling it out.

I watched her strong legs quiver, her face contorting so beautifully, and then the cries, the little girl cries, and pre-orgasmic grunts. “I love you,” she mouthed as she came.

With a loud groan, my cum rocketed up to the computer screen, just seconds before her image faded away. I sat there leaning back in the chair, breathing as though running several blocks, my entire body shaking.

Holllyyy fucking shit. I’d created a monster, a gorgeous, creative, cum-boiling monster who had managed to fuck me delirious without even being there. I’d thought her fantasies might include lingerie, or leather, or furry handcuffs or whatever, and maybe they still did. But when I’d told her to surprise me…

I sat there in the near-darkness, coming down from the rush as gravity tugged at my sticky cum, roped along one corner of the computer screen. I replayed in my mind the moments with Mira that had led to this, and how the “following” dynamic I’d once been so confident about had morphed into something more intense and unpredictable, something I couldn’t have dreamed of a mere month before.

I switched off the computer, and saw my face reflected in the darkened screen. It’s my job to unlock the secrets of my clients’ psyches, but to be effective and helpful, any dedicated psychologist must also keep track of their own complicated desires and motivations. I was in no-man’s land, because when push had come to shove (meaning that Mira’s pussy looked like it wasn’t going to come to me at all), I’d become an underhanded control freak, a deviant hypnotist and a psychiatric abuser. Mira and I might even be somewhat alike that way — perhaps there was a naughty Michael inside of me, holding the keys to my sexuality, too.

I knew, even then, that a price is always extracted for inner fragmentation and dirty little secrets. There in the glow of my orgasm, I had the disquieting feeling that I was out of my depth. The methods I had known and trusted had gotten me so far and no farther, and by giving Mira’s repressed side a solid nudge with my new technique, I had placed both of us outside of my ability to predict future events. Were we both at the mercy of naughty Mira’s hidden fantasies, and my own? She had a shiny new silver plaything — was I her plaything, too, or was she mine?

I tried to find some definition to hold onto, some reassuring reading of this new seductive territory. Using my earlier chess analogy, I had unfairly introduced a second queen for myself early in the game, the immersion technique giving me an overwhelming advantage. I should be in complete command, holding all of the power, but instead it felt as though I’d thrown the whole board out of balance. The rules had changed, and I wasn’t even certain how the pieces moved any more.

I could always tip my king over. I could change my phone number and door locks, or try to get her on my couch again to tie-up whatever sex beasts I had unleashed. But who was I trying to kid? I had never felt so out of control before, both on the inside and the outside, yet I had also never felt this turned-on. My cum wasn’t even dry on the computer screen and I was completely hard again, imagining the kinds of tricks naughty Mira might have up her sleeve.

“I shouldn’t have made that movie,” she whispered through the phone late that night. “I… I don’t know what got into me. I feel so out of control… If anyone ever sees it…”

“No one will ever see it, Mira.”

“I woke up yesterday morning dreaming about sucking your cock, Michael. I’ve never had a sex dream like that before, never. I… I couldn’t stop fingering myself and... That movie — Oh God, don’t ever show it to anyone!”

“You really don’t have to worry about that,” I reassured her. “I’ll even erase it if you want. I’ll do it right now.”

“No! No, I… I want you to watch it again, tomorrow night. Promise me that you will.”

“Okay, I will.”

“I’ll bet you got so hard while watching my little film. I’ll bet it was like the fulfillment of a fantasy you didn’t even know you had.”

“I still haven’t recovered.”

“I’ll help you recover. I’ll wrap my mouth around your cock and make you recover. The movie is just the beginning, Michael. I have fantasies, so many fantasies… It’s like they’re boiling inside of my cunt and I… Oh God, I need your penis for my fantasies!”

My cock sprang to life from her voice, nearly a word-for-word replay of my immersion-fed suggestions. “I never suspected that you had those kind of skills,” I said, saturating my palm with lotion and beginning to stroke.

“Slipping my new silver friend inside was the easiest thing in the world, Michael. It looks like metal but it's more lifelike, and warm. And soon it’ll be you, the real thing.”

“Christ. I was actually talking about your computer skills.”

“Oh. I do more than dance for the company. I film the other dancers sometimes — we use the visuals to study and improve our technique. I learned to edit along the way.”

“You’re insanely beautiful and talented.”

“We’ll both find out what kind of talents I have. For now I just need the talent of making you hard.”

“Not a problem, believe me,” I breathed.

“Stroke it for me, Michael. Right now.”

“Not… a problem.”

“You have that lotion nearby, the bottle I left? Use it and keep using it, because that’s exactly how I want your cock to smell and taste when I suck it.”

“Oh… yes.”

“I’ve been practicing on my new toy. I shut my eyes and pretend it’s you, and my mouth absolutely floods with saliva. I’m going to be so good for you, Michael. I’ll follow your instructions like I do in dance, and my body will perform perfectly for you.”

“Mmmm…”

“Stroke your hard cock for me, Michael. Stroke it and see me hovering over you, my lips stretched wide to swallow every inch.”

“Oh Mira…”

“It… frightens me… how much I’m dying to suck you off. I can’t wait, I… Oh God I want your penis! Your penis is all I can think about! I feel like I’m already addicted to it!”

“Oh… yess…”

“Make me suck it. Oh God make me suck the cum right out of you. I’ll make you explode and you can order me to swallow every drop. Every drop, for you…”

I groaned my release and heard deep cries on her end, bringing herself off right after me. There were minutes of relative silence after that, recuperative breaths passing through the wires.

“You can’t have a girlfriend, Michael,” she finally whispered.

“Don’t worry, there’s no one else in the picture.”

“Not now, not later. I have the key to your house and you have a film of me seducing you in your house. We belong to each other now.”

“I see what you mean.”

“I… can’t make promises. I’m so torn. The pressure… It’s so hard.”

“I’ll understand if…”

“I never thought I’d become like this. So deceitful. So wild.”

“Mira, you can…”

“Don’t make any plans for Friday night.”

“I won’t.”

“Play my film and explode for me tomorrow.”

“I will.”

“I can’t wait to suck your cock just the way you want.”

“Holy…”

“I can’t wait to fuck you hard, Michael. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

She rang off, and I was already rock solid again.

I transferred Mira’s short seduction film to my laptop and played it in bed on Thursday night, shooting a load towards the ceiling before it had even ended. This woman was too sexy, painfully beautiful to look at and almost ferocious in the way she stuffed that phallus inside of her cunt. I kept seeing her squatting over my dick just as she had squatted in the film, her thighs and calves bulging, her eyes blazing, my smothered cock coaxing little girl whimpers and big girl gasps from her gaping mouth.

I was on edge all day Friday, partly from the anticipation of sex and partly because I couldn’t predict how or when the sex would come. Even worse, I knew that Mira’s gung-ho psycho-sexual state was not stable. The immersion work had clearly set her naughty side on red alert, but good Mira was a necessary part of the mix, and she could reassert control at any moment. I had to assume that her conscience ate at her for some time after she got her girl-rocks off, and she might regain her footing, perhaps for days or even longer. She could appear out of nowhere and fuck me as she’d promised, or she could not show at all, crying about not being able to go through with it.

Interestingly enough, I wasn’t worried that she would crack, or start confessing her lustful sins to her husband. She seemed to need the illusion of stability that marriage provided, and it was also like a wall to push against — without it, naughty Mira would have nothing to be so naughty about in the first place. Perversely, Taylor and Taylor’s dick might even be happy with the way things were going — as long as he never knew why they were going.

She wasn’t there when I got home. I ate a quick dinner and showered, and paced in my living room, which I realized was silly. It was as she’d said — she couldn’t make promises. A night like this was not the same as waiting for a date to appear, and I’d just drive myself nuts if I treated it that way.

Bolstering my need for normalcy, I made a quick drive to the drug store to pick up a few things, then returned and watched a half hour of mindless local news on the TV before turning the lights out.

I knew that something was different at my bedroom door. I smelled apple spice and vanilla, and reached in to switch on the light.

“Don’t touch that,” Mira said, reaching out from behind the door to stay my hand. She struck a match, and I got my first look at her as, one by one, a dozen or more candles lined up on my dresser came to life. Whether the choice in her attire anticipated my pleasure or conformed to one of her fantasies — well, who gave a fuck. I learned later that the “garment” she wore was called a leather-strap teddy. Nothing but three inch-wide dark straps criss-crossing her upper body. They didn’t cover very much, and her breasts not at all. What they did, however, was precisely define every contour of her screaming hot physique, as did the thinner leather straps that created diamond patterns down the length of her phenomenal legs.

“First things first,” she said, grabbing hold of my belt and pushing me towards the bed.

“Mira, you…”

She tenderly placed two fingers over my mouth. “Not another word, not until it’s time for you to command me.”

It happened quite fast. She had my shoes, socks and pants off in seconds. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed me onto the bed, then straddled me, facing away. I was treated to a rear view, the sight of her perfect ass and her wet pussy making my cock twitch as she slid my underwear down my legs. Her lips found my rising cock and several quick passes inside of her mouth told me that she had indeed been practicing with her silver stand-in.

Then, releasing her mouth’s grip on my tool, she spun around cat- like, and promptly buried my cock inside of her as she gazed deeply into my eyes.

I gasped and she put a finger to her lips, reminding me to be silent. I thought she would start to fuck me, but instead she eased me out, and raised herself until she stood above me, her feet planted to either side of my shoulders. I understood perfectly as I looked up the length of her body. The view was the message, because Mira’s body was beyond beautiful — she was spectacular, a fucking work of art perfectly designed for the art of fucking. She read the admiration in my eyes, and smiled a wicked little smile, and only then did she begin to rotate her leather-strapped torso, her pussy revolving up above as she slowly lowered herself, her proud breasts, rippling abdomen and gyrating thighs thrown into deep relief by the warm glow of the candles. Her body went around and around at the waist and hips, leaning and undulating and descending, until her leather- garnished cunt made contact with my towering pole.

Mira's revolving movement continued even then, giving the head of my dick a series of round caresses, and then she sank to her knees, and I plunged deep inside of her. The circling never stopped, becoming a more complex movement as her hips raised and lowered, fucking only a sliver of my dick, and then more, and then the whole thing.

I was astounded by the dancing wet friction, and began to pant. She leaned down as I got close, slowing her movements while bringing her breasts to my lips. They were so damned lovely, full and exquisitely formed, just as I’d known they would be. I squeezed and kissed them, probing her hard, swollen nipples with my tongue. We breathed, we panted, we languorously slipped and slid, and then she raised herself up, legs widespread, and with her eyes closed, her head rotating and chestnut hair flying, the woman humped the living crap out of my stunned dick.

We grunted and groaned, two ecstatic lovers going at it full blast in the dancing candlelight until we screamed together, my hot seed gushing into her, her thighs quivering. She collapsed onto me and I held her tight, our breathing deep and fast. My fingertips felt numb and I wondered whether sex , the raw physical act of sex, could ever feel better than this. Mira sighed, and let out little moans, and at some point I realized that her breaths were intermixed with little sobs, her body beginning to shake from them.

“It’s never like this with Taylor,” she softly lamented, her tears wetting my cheek. “Why can’t I be like this for my husband? I would never dress all sexy for him like this, or surprise him with candles and theatrical sex. I… I shouldn’t be here like this, Michael… I don’t understand…”

Even in the immediate glow the tension was there in her, good Mira's protests guaranteeing more heat.

“I… I have to have your cock, Michael.”

“You have it.”

“No, I mean… I crave it! It’s like my fantasies are tied to it.”

Her words were nearly right out of the hypnotic playbook again, which made my dick come back to life inside of her. I made it pulse against her wetness and she felt it, and her eyes blazed, her hips beginning to gyrate.

“I make you so hard,” she said.

“God, yes.”

“Making men hard… has always been a guilty pleasure for me.”

“And now?”

“I’ve never felt more guilty… or so hot.” I thought she’d start to fuck me from above again; instead, her head moved with purpose until she located by bedside clock. “I need to shower and go,” she said. “Taylor thinks I’m at a movie with a friend… I’d better get going.”

As my hardness slipped out of her, I remembered what had made her pussy blaze over the phone.

“Suck my cock, Mira,” I demanded. “Now. And swallow — I want to watch you swallow.”

“Michael, I can’t. There isn’t time. Don’t do this.”

I’ve never been an arrogant prick in bed, and her words were telling me not to go there. Why was it, then, that the hot cunt that had just released my cock returned to rub up against it again?

“You aren’t leaving this house without sucking my cock, Mira.”

“Michael… No, please…”

“Get down there and give me a perfect blowjob.”

“I… can’t!”

“Right now, bitch!”

“Ohhh… Oh yesss,” she groaned, neatly and efficiently pivoting her body sideways on her knees, her lips lightly kissing my purple tip. Her nipples were firm and a hand went down between her legs, coaxing out a low moan. The sight of her leather-strapped body in profile made me even harder, as did the subtle change in her posture, some slight shift informing me that she was mine to command.

“Suck only the head,” I ordered. “Gather as much saliva as you can hold without choking, and give the tip of my dick a fucking Jacuzzi bath with your mouth.”

My cock went inside in an instant, and Mira groaned into it, collecting and swirling her saliva as I’d commanded.

“Slowly take me deep into your mouth,” I said. “In and out extremely slowly, molding your lips around the shaft. Pleasure me by flicking with your tongue along the way — and I’ll be very upset with you if I feel even the slightest touch of your teeth, do you understand?”

“Oooommm, oooommm!” she replied, complying. In addition to following my orders precisely, her fingers worked wonders between her legs, making her thighs ripple. Her dancing talent, I realized — it not only made her svelte and gorgeous, it allowed her to follow several activities performed by her body at the same time.

"Take me in... deeper and faster," I demanded, the sensations inside of my cock becoming intense. "That's not deep enough. Take me in deeper, deeper! Yes, now faster, and keep your tongue active."

"Ooooommmm!" she cried inside, the sounds coming from between her legs nearly as sloppy and wet as those from her stuffed mouth.

""Now suck in with your cheeks... Harder, deeper, faster, more, more, more sucking, yes, yes that's it, yessssss! Swallow, swallow all of it, keep swallowing..."

The screams that came from that stuffed mouth would have terrified me if I couldn't read them as pleasure, rather than terror. She came while drinking me down, both of our bodies quaking. It seemed as though everything was movement — her mouth, my spurting, her vibrating body and the flickering light, exposing it all as a hot shadowy dance.

I wasn't sure how long we panted there before she pulled herself off of me to shower and go home. I climbed in with her, pressing in hard and soaping her jewel of a body, and we kissed once as she left, a surprisingly tender kiss to end such a passionate night.

“I can’t come back to you again,” she told me through the phone hours later, her voice shaky from crying. “Sex with you is incredible, so incredible… But I need to try to make my marriage work, Michael. I… Oh God, I feel like I’m ready to explode!”

Good Mira, fighting for position. Let her fight, and even win for a little while. She'd only fall again, impaled on her own confusion and the needs of my stiff cock.

“Help me, Michael.”

“Help you to stay away, or help your pussy to explode?”

“Stop it! I… Oh God, I need to fight this but I don’t know if I’m strong enough!”

“I guess I could change my door locks…”

“No! No, I… I want to keep surprising you.”

“Anytime you want to come…”

“No, stop that! Don’t wait for me! I need to stay away. I… shouldn’t even be calling…”

She hung up, and I beat myself off with the most delicious movie running in my head, of Mira fighting valiantly against the hypnotic commands, her mind winning but her hands disobeying and fingering the living crap out of her cunt. I could imagine the moment of surrender in her psyche, her thoughts having no choice but to obey the demands of her blazing hot body. I came as I saw her bow her head, helpless and filled with the certainty that she couldn’t live without fucking me again.

“You look different somehow,” Grace observed, two nights later over Thai food out. “Something significant has happened.”

“It’s probably nothing more than finally being caught up with my backlog of appointments.”

“Have you heard from Miss Torso recently? What’s up with all of that?”

“Things are… better between us.”

“I’ll just bet they’re wetter between you.”

“I said ‘better’.”

“Uh-huh. Look me in the eye and tell me you still haven’t fucked her.”

I didn’t even try.

“Taking the fifth, I see,” she smirked.

“Sometimes silence is golden.”

“And sometimes a friend needs to voice her concerns. I hate the idea of you removing yourself from the chance of finding a real partner, all because Mira has her perfect limbs wrapped around you. What do you do if you meet someone really special, Michael?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’d… I don’t know what I’d do.”

“I can tell you what you’d do. You wouldn’t even notice the girl, or see the possibility of a real relationship staring you in the face, because you’d be waiting for your hot secret lover to come suck you off. You’d miss your chance.”

“I haven’t met anyone I’m even remotely interested in, Grace.”

“Or you have but you couldn’t even see them, or you could have but you were fucking a married woman instead of trying to find somebody.”

“It’s time to change the subject.”

“Coward. You’ve made your conquest, Michael. You got your prick up the skirt of the prettiest cheerleader in school and now it’s time to gloat and move on. You need to…”

“It really is time to speak of other things, Grace.”

She fumed for a bit, eating in silence. “Okay, okay… I’ve been wondering about something. Have you used your new hypno-dealie on any of your clients yet?”

“Just a few so far. One woman in particular is responding well. She has weight issues, although the pounds are symptomatic of deeper material. We agreed that it couldn’t hurt to tackle her food cravings from two directions. We’re using the immersion work in conjunction with her regular therapy.”

“How long until you know how it’s working?”

“I don’t know. How long does it take to lose fifty pounds?”

“Wow. You really think it can help?”

“I do. She’s already exercising every day, which she couldn’t make herself do before.”

“It’s powerful stuff, then, this method you learned.”

“It… can be.”

“It changes people’s behavior.”

“It can accentuate drives that are already present.”

“Like sex drives?”

“Mmmmaybe…” I replied, feeling exposed.

“Let’s say somebody has a lover. Their lover is wonderful, but they don’t think to do certain things in bed, or they just don't seem inclined to do them. Could your method get them to change?”

“You mean get them to be better in bed? Possibly.”

“But desires along the hoped-for lines would already need to exist.”

“Right. The desires might be submerged… But yes, they’d have to be there to some extent.”

“Uh huh. Very interesting.”

“How so, Grace?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Meaning you aren’t sure how to tell me something.”

“It’s my birthday next week.”

“Don’t worry. Carlotta doesn’t let me forget things like that.”

“Don’t buy me anything.”

“No? Why?”

“Because I want something else from you.”

“I’m suddenly feeling a chill.”

“Get over it. You should be overjoyed with my request. It might help you to branch out into new psychoanalytic territory.”

“Now I’m getting real chills.”

“Hypnotize Lucinda for me, Michael.”

“I was afraid you might be heading there.”

“If she’s susceptible to your technique, I mean.”

“Grace… What devilish thoughts do you have up your sleeve?”

“Up my pussy, Michael, which I tend to listen to quite attentively. My pussy is telling me that maybe, if you could get Lucinda into a compliant state, you could… you know…”

“Accentuate certain lovemaking drives. That’s what you’re asking me.”

“I could even be there to advise you.”

“You mean if it works, a little birdie will start to whisper evil thoughts in my ear?”

“Exactly”

“Which I then direct at a certain helpless blonde.”

“You are so intuitive. I love that about you.”

“Grace… This has to be the craziest idea I ever heard.”

“Pfft! It probably won’t work, but what’s the harm in trying? Maybe you could make her tongue as strong as the rest of her body. I’d really like that.”

“I don’t do tongues. I do psyches.”

“You’d get at her tongue through her psyche, you idiot. Maybe you could make her scream more, too. I’m in love with Lucinda’s thighs, but I really miss Tina’s screams. Maybe you could…”

“…graft one lover’s strengths onto another.”

“The best of all possible cunts — can you think of a better birthday present?”

“Grace… This is Bride of Frankenstein material. It’s not only impractical, it’s an abuse of my profession. I can’t…”

I had a dozen reasons to say “no” lined up in my head, and I began to recite them. But even as the first ones rolled off my tongue, I knew they rang hollow, and that what I really thought was quite different. I didn’t have an ethical leg to stand on, because I’d done this much or worse to Mira already — but more than that, my cock was tingling and I started to feel the presence of some exciting reasons to say yes. The logic, if there was any, was vague, more like little dick- hardening realizations taking place under the table, and the more I turned them over in my mind, the harder I got.

With a full-blown erection urging me to cry uncle, I asked: “Do you think she’d be willing to try?”

“I’ve already talked to her about it. She’s into the idea.”

“Only she thinks it’s about…”

“Being a better dancer.”

“Whereas you want a more complete lover.”

“A lover who makes me scream the way Tina did. Yeah, I’d like that. Who wouldn’t?”

“This is not why I went into this profession, you know.”

“But think of the possibilities, now and forever if it works. And don’t worry, I’ll be properly respectful of your position in this when we do it.”

“Proper respect means that I do it alone, Grace. I really can’t have you kibitzing over my shoulder in a delicate process like this.”

“But…”

“That’s non-negotiable. You can tell me the things you’d want me to focus on beforehand, but if I successfully put her under… That’s just me and Lucinda.”

“Would you at least tape the session for me? I think I’d really get off from watching you turn her into my super-lover.”

“Sorry. No go.”

“Fuck, you’re stubborn.”

“That’s probably one of my better qualities,” I replied, fully aware of how insanely hard I was, and how deceitful.

I did some soul-searching at home late that night. I had a married woman telling me that she loved me, because I’d greased her sex-jets and capitalized on the flaws in both her psyche and her marriage. Now, I was giving serious thought to manipulating another situation, and opening another rabbit hole. It wasn’t lost on me that what I had thought of as an “art”, the whole following thing, was completely devolving. I went so far as to claim that my handle on things was like meditation, a complete focusing of the mind — well, my mind was focused alright, focused on the way my dick ached from certain ideas, wicked little fantasies that I just might be able to cause to occur.

The thoughts teasing at my dick were out of bounds in so many ways, and filled with multiple betrayals. It was ridiculous to believe that I needed to stay “true” to Mira — after all, she fucked another man by definition, even though I preferred not to think about that too much. No, the ideas I had were more a betrayal of my friendship with Grace. Not wholly, but enough that I looked at that, and rationalized, and re-rationalized.

I had this crazy idea of directing Lucinda towards a threesome, with her, Grace and myself. There were many reasons for it not to work, the primary one being that Grace had no wish to ever be my lover. She had joked about it before, that “I wish you were a hot babe so I could want to fuck you” kind of thing. We had chemistry, but there could be no sexual chemistry, which had always been fine. Grace was a truly beautiful woman, though, someone I would have gone ga-ga over if she’d been straight. She wouldn’t want to hear me say it, but I could get hard over her in an instant if she’d only look at me a certain way, and want me.

It wasn’t like I’d be abusing her with my new talent — I wouldn’t try to hypnotize her into wanting to fuck me. No, I’d go at her in roundabout fashion, by hypnotizing Lucinda instead, to see if she could convince Grace of the idea’s merits. It was a long shot — Lucinda would have to respond to the technique, and some part of her would have to find the whole thing desirable, including me.

Yes, a real long shot, but from the little bit I remembered of Lucinda, she was petite and tight and super-toned, sort of like a blonde, compact version of Mira. And Grace and I wouldn’t even need to diddle each other if that was too much, not if Lucinda became our intermediary, our mutual plaything. We could simply smile or growl at each other across a hot, prone body, and share, like two hungry predators tugging at a single kill.

To avoid any possibility of worlds colliding, I lied to Mira when she inevitably called, telling her that I had clients lined up all that Wednesday. I had wine ready when Grace brought Lucinda to my office at four, and we sat there chatting and sipping, giving the potential “hypnotee” a chance to get to know me, and become relaxed. The prefix “luscious” really did fit the girl, and there could be no question as to Grace’s taste in delectable thighs. Lucinda had on a short black leather skirt with green tights, and man-oh-man did she have some fine, strong looking legs. Grace kept glancing at them as we talked — she really was into this girl’s body, in a way I’d never seen with her before.

The moment came when Grace left us to go shopping for an hour, and Lucinda moved to my couch.

“I think I should tell you something before we start,” Lucinda said, adjusting herself for comfort. “Grace couldn’t keep the secret. She told me everything she wants out of this, all the different suggestions you’re supposed to implant into me. I’ve seen the list.”

This was definitely unexpected, as I’d thought Grace had concocted an entirely different story for her lover. Caught off guard, I asked Lucinda how she felt about the situation.

“I love the idea — it was like reading a child’s Christmas list, only the toys were my passions.”

“You’re fine with the things she wants?”

“Ha! She’s really selfish, but then I guess we all are. I think I’m more adventurous than Grace gives me credit for, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just that any problems we’re having… Well, anyway, how can I argue with her wish list if it makes sex even hotter? Hit me with anything you want, Michael.”

“You’re ready to begin?”

“I guess so. What will it feel like to me? Like I’ll be compelled to do the things Grace wants?”

“It’s meant to be a gentle help, not a club. If it works, it would probably just feel as though you’re allowing your own desires to be expressed. I can’t make you want foreign things, only help shape desires that are already inside of you.”

“Well then… add another item to Grace’s list, just for me: Monster, life-changing orgasms. I mean, why the hell not? I definitely desire them.”

“I’ll see what I can do. Your enthusiasm can only help. Now, relax your entire body. Adjust your position so that every part of your body can relax, every muscle and every tendon.”

I led her through the technique and she responded to my voice beautifully. At her thighs I followed what had worked so well with Mira, guiding her focus just a bit higher, to her pussy and inside.

“Ummmn!” she responded, when I led her into the heat and life there.

“What do you feel there, Lucinda? What do you feel between your legs?”

“N…need,” she responded, both hands moving to slowly lift her skirt.

“You want your needs to be met, Lucinda. You love it when your needs are met during sex.”

“Yesss. I… love to fuck.” She began to stroke herself through her tights, which made my cock hyperventilate. A strong sex drive here, no doubt.

“You love to fuck Grace, don’t you Lucinda?”

“Yesss. But…”

I was prepared for this, from the little bit she had said before going under. There was a problem haunting Lucinda and Grace’s relationship, and it didn’t lie in Lucinda’s abundant drives. Grace probably intuited that — in fact, she probably wouldn’t have requested this bizarre session with her lover if there wasn’t some deeper problem.

“Lucinda,” I began, going straight where my hunches took me. “Do you love Grace?”

A significant elapse of time, before she responded, “I… don’t know.”

“Does Grace love you?”

“I… believe so. She’s more into me than I am into her.”

“You feel an imbalance within the relationship?”

“Yesss.”

This was so tricky. I felt for Grace, and I really believe I would have abandoned my plans if I could have helped with this. But I couldn't. No method, at least no method I’ve ever heard of, can produce love. Blocked emotions can be loosened, and areas encircling a complex emotion like love can be worked, but the emotion itself? No. Not remotely possible.

I had Grace’s wish-list right there in my lap, but would she really get what she wanted if Lucinda could only be led towards using her tongue more deftly, or responding favorably to having her toes sucked? There is sexual technique, and then that which motivates the technique — I could try to tweak the one, but the other was more a plaything for the gods, not man.

I had my own designs here, too, and my own questions concerning the intersection between love and lust. Here in this particular session, I was guided almost entirely by my dick, and I couldn’t pretend otherwise. I looked down at Lucinda’s hands, momentarily inert where her strong thighs met, and my choice was clear. I couldn't give my friend what she truly wanted — and who knew — perhaps my own dick- list could help Grace’s situation somehow. That wasn’t my primary motivation, mind you, but it would be a nice outcome.

“It’s time to follow this voice, Lucinda," I began. "Can you follow this voice?”

“Follow…”

“This voice knows that you love to fuck both women and men. You love that, don’t you? Women and men…”

“Mmmmnnn. Women and men…”

“Pussies and cocks.”

"Ohhh…”

“Eating pussy turns you on.”

“Yesss…” she lazily hissed, her hands becoming active between her legs.

“Sucking a hard cock turns you on, too,” I continued.

“Mmmmnnn…”

“Just think of how exciting it would be to do both together, Lucinda. A hard cock and a wet pussy, together.”

“Ohhhh… suck… and fuck…”

“Reach into your tights, Lucinda. Follow this voice into your tights, to the entrance of your pussy.”

“Oooo… Oooo…” she cooed, doing it.

“Lightly finger yourself, Lucinda.”

“Ohhhhhhhh…”

“You want to have super-intense orgasms, don’t you?”

“Ohyes!”

“Monster orgasms. Life-changing orgasms.”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Being fucked by a cock while eating pussy will give you a super- intense orgasm, Lucinda.”

“Fuck…”

“…And eat.”

“Fuckin’ eat.”

“You need a hard cock and a wet pussy for the best orgasms of your life.”

“Ummmnnn…”

“Michael has a hard cock.”

“Uh… huh.”

“Michael is an attractive man, isn’t he?”

“Uh… huh…”

“Grace trusts Michael.”

“Yes.”

“Grace really trusts Michael. He is a good man. Michael is a very attractive and sexy man.”

“Grace… trusts…”

“You can trust Michael, because Grace trusts Michael.”

“Trust…”

“And you can trust Michael’s hard cock. You can trust his hard cock to give you the most intense orgasms of your life. So intense. Unbelievably intense. Monster orgasms, Lucinda. Life-changing orgasms.”

“Oh! Oh yesss…” Her fingers were really beginning to move now, and the air was fragrant. I quietly rose from my chair, and moved to the foot of the couch, getting a better view.

“Ease your tights part-way down your thighs, Lucinda.”

She complied, and I was treated to a sublime view of the thighs Grace had become addicted to. They really were special, and I wanted them, I wanted them very much. And I wanted that juicy shaved pussy, too.

“The best orgasms of your life,” I soothed. “But only when eating pussy, while being fucked by Michael’s hard cock.”

“Oh… Oh…”

“You need to convince Grace to help you have your life-changing orgasms.”

“Grace…”

“Grace needs to have sex with you and Michael. Three lovers, together.”

“Three…”

“Beg Grace to help you have your life-changing orgasms.”

“Beg… Grace…”

“Suck Grace’s toes, and beg her to help you have your life-changing orgasms.”

“Yes.”

“Tongue Grace’s pussy for hours, and beg her to help you have your life-changing orgasms, with Michael.”

“Beg…”

“Dress your body in shiny black latex, and demand that Grace help you to have your monster orgasms.”

“Monster…”

"Scream out your desire to have life-changing orgasms, Lucinda. Every time you come with Grace, scream at the top of your lungs, and dream of having monster orgasms with Michael."

"S...scream!"

“What do you need to achieve monster, life-changing orgasms, Lucinda?”

“Eat pussy… Michael’s hard cock…”

She was there, as much as I could ever get her, and I’d hit a few of Grace’s wishes, too. I leaned in and took a good long look at the tops of those gorgeous thighs, and the wet treasure lying between.

“Pull your tights up, Lucinda,” I directed. “You’re ready to come back now, aren’t you?"

“Yes…”

“Keep playing with your pussy, and come back.”

Her head tilted from side to side as she came out of it. She looked at me and smiled, before realizing what her fingers were doing.

“Oh God! What…”

“Don’t worry,” I soothed. "You, um… found Grace’s suggestions extremely stimulating. That’s good.”

She blushed and lowered the hem of her tight skirt, then sat up. “Whew!” she exhaled. "I'm sorry, I... This is kind of embarrassing."

“Hey, I'm fine with it if you are. You feel okay?”

“Yes, but… Actually, I think I feel hornier than I ever have in my life.”

“Grace will be happy about that.”

“Yes, she…” Lucinda paused, and seemed to look at me in a new way. “It's so wonderful of you to do this, Michael. Grace really loves you, you know. If you were a woman, I think the two of you would already be married.”

“She’s joked about that before.”

“Do you find her attractive?”

“Of course. She's... a total babe. You know that.”

“She’s really hot in bed.”

“I have no doubt.”

“I… should probably find some way to thank you for doing this for Grace.”

“It's for you, too, Lucinda. Since you’re actually the birthday present, it should be good for you, too.”

“I probably couldn’t have done this if Grace didn’t trust you so much.”

“Knowing that must have helped you to trust me, too. You were very relaxed, and responsive.”

She looked at her hands, which were sticky from playing with herself. “I don’t know about relaxed,” she countered. “Do you have a washroom?”

“Right over there,” I pointed.

She didn’t make a move. “Forget it. I think I’ll go find Grace and she can smell the results of the session for herself.”

I laughed. “I’m sure she’ll like that.”

“Okay, then. Bye Michael.” She stopped at the door and looked back at me, her eyes just briefly resting on my crotch. “I have a birthday coming up, too," she said. "You... You tried to hypnotize Grace, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"But it didn't work."

"No. What is it that you're thinking, Lucinda?"

"Nothing. Nothing, it's a... crazy thought. Yes, crazy. Bye."

"Bye. Enjoy yourself."

She turned and looked at me again, a glimmer of fire in her eyes. "I intend to."