FZ - CARMEL

There he was, separated from others by the width of a table. He remained slumped back in his chair, toying with an empty glass, sliding it round and round the tabletop. His face, as it turned up in surprise seemed not swamped by liquor... but he was clearly feeling no pain.

"I would like to sit here, if I may," I said, and he showed immediate interest (I was still wearing my costume, only with sandals and a sweater now concealing feet and breasts), making a clumsy effort to rise.

I took immediate charge by laying a hand close to his on the tabletop. "No, do not rise, I am visiting you for a short while, yes?"

Zephyr and others had often laughed at my ability to mimic the exotic cadences of Sofia and others, and now, I was using it myself, for my own "presentation" to him.

I saw that he was still disconcerted at my sudden appearance there, still off-balance, and it was in my interest to keep it so. "I wish to see my mistress perform now."

Finally, he spoke. His voice was a medium tenor, slurring only slightly as he tried to wrench himself into shape to, perhaps, "put the moves" on the little foreigner.

"Uh, sure, welcome, um, no one's sitting here. Uh, do you want a..." he started again to rise, and now I startled him again by openly laying a hand on his arm. This froze him.

"I wish only to sit here and see my teacher," was all I said. "She is a great one, and I wish to learn to improve more."

"Oh, wow," he said, trying again. "You're just a student? I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I mean... you don't dance like any student..."

"I am Shabari," I said, gazing so intently into his blue eyes that he had no option but to gaze back. "My teacher is dancing. May I sit here and watch with you?"

His head nodded, without breaking my opening "spell." Inwardly I tensed up, my loins were leaking again. This might work! "Who are you, please?" I murmured.

"Uh, George Mallow," or something like that. I didn't catch the last name too well, because I could call him George! George, the boy in the Acropolis that found his unknowing way into most of my men-dreams since that night a half a year ago...

"Yes George," I answered. "I am Shabari." I looked to the stage as I heard the music drop in volume again. "May we watch together?"

"Uh, sure, you don't want anything?"

I want your throbbing cock sticking way up in the air, Georgie, I thought to myself. Aloud I said: "No, spirits are not proper for this artist. PP lease watch with me, and I will explain."

I moved a chair directly next to him, and positioned myself slightly behind. I leaned forward so he would not realize this yet.

Sofia swept out onto the patio. I was unprepared for the shouts and applause that greeted her, that she ignored completely as she assumed her bowed position to begin. All the foreigners had settled down, and I saw one or two shush their neighbors. Others were explaining to the "barbarians" about Sofia's reputation.

She began. She had danced these steps for us many times, and additionally, we had been prepared by her with a sort of "immunity," if you will. Now it's NOT real magic, we all know that, but remember, we were all poised to fall into her trances at all times, and to us it ACTED like magic.

One dark hand reached out and coins tinkled onto the paving. Instantly there was a riffle on the doumbek, and Sofia's form froze. Another man hurried forward and swept the "stage" clear, while the shamefaced tosser was being scolded by his tablemates, and then she resumed.

I was shortly able to turn my attention on George, who had already partially forgotten my presence at his side. This was good. Can you remember? Can you remember my soothing, smoothing voice at YOUR side, or that of another woman while you watched ME beguiling, calling, beckoning you? The Isle of Hypnos had begun its siren song for George. He was on his first journey, as was I that night.

First I saw that he was trying to fit Sofia's somewhat plumpish appearance into his Barbie Doll catalog, and struggling. I began with a lecture, to claim and keep a bit of his attention.

"The form of my mistress is that of a woman," I said, seeing him start a little at my voice so close to his ear. Maybe he wanted to turn back and answer, but again I was there. "You have learned one sort of beauty, and tonight you will learn another. I am watching all her motions very very closely, so I may learn from her. The men are all watching her motions very very closely now, so they may be entertained."

I had moved in just behind him so he would not see me, but he just nodded slightly and didn't try to answer me. Good.

"George, you make a good student," I said now. "Everyone knows this dance, this special dance, and if you wish I will explain why it is so very special." He nodded again. Sofia's costume had many rhinestones buried amongst the gauze layers, and a brilliant set of silver bracelets on each wrist. When she shook her wrists, they tinkled audibly together. Of course, sparkly twinkling lights and reflections were a key to our inducements.

I called George's attention to the wrists. "They offer a contrast to the heaviness in our bellies, George," I told him. "The hips and belly are rooted in the soil, and we adorn them very little... of course your eyes are drawn again and again to the center, because that is how you are to see the dancer."

Another slight nod. "You were watching our centers very much, George, we know this, and we welcome it, but our feet and hands have things to tell you as well. Look up there as she raises the rings high, towards the moon and stars." The bracelets flashed in the portable spotlights flooding Sofia's world. "We love to tingle and sparkle, and then relax back to the center. Now some take long to understand, and some come to know very soon," I continued, smoothing into a well-practiced drone. "Yes they come to know very soon, how deep this art can be, yes a very deep art, with a very deep past, that is what I love, George, the depth and richness. There, she is flashing her hands again. Observe how smoothly the arms raise... and slowly slowly she is allowed to lower them. You will learn the most now by following first the hands, then later back to the center."

Since most conversation had already stopped, I kept my voice low, but we were in a fortunate place, and also Sofia was now the center of almost all attention in our area.

"Ahh, the beauty," I crooned into George's receptive ear. "Yes, in a moment her arms will lift, though the weights are heavy her spirit demands them to raise up... up... up into the sky, and the flashing comes now as reward, the beautiful sparks are whirling for us now, George, she is setting them all free..."

I was barely watching Sofia now, though, merely to coordinate my spell with her motions. He seemed to be ready to try to converse, to ask a question...

"I will explain it all, George, do not speak to Shabari now, here she moves this way for you now, for us to marvel at her control..." He subsided again. Now I rested a hand lightly on one of his wrists. Luckily the one without the wristwatch. "I will let the spark communicate with us George," I tested, "just nod, and I will know, please? Just nod the slightest bit, yes, thank you, I wish to watch those sparks drawing her arms up and down, up and down, now they seem light, now they seem so heavy... we enjoy so much when her arms are light and free, we know they will soon become heavy again, bringing our gaze back to her center. That is what we call the center of woman, George, will you nod?" His blonde head dipped again, but he stared straight at Sofia who now was stepping this way and that, swinging the heavy, tinkly sparkly bracelets first to one side then the other, as her pelvis moved so smoothly as if had been oiled...

"She favors you, George, she sees how closely you are watching her, the dancer wants that, you know, she feels your eyes now on her center, now on her arm, there it comes up, now on the sparks as they flow round and round holding her captive, holding the eye captive, holding every eye captive, tightly round the wrist..."

I was holding his wrist, encircling it with my fingers. It felt thick, and furry, but it did not move in my hand.

"...it is meant to draw the eyes along, do you see, George? Nod if you understand this thing..." I waited as he stared, and then... another nod! My loins flooded anew as I felt him slipping unknowing into my control!

"This thing that can hold the wrist and eye so strongly... this power to hold and move, to stay or go, to be or to be other..." I sang softly in his ear, watching his eyes, watching him begin to slip, to give in without knowing... "It comes from an ancient place, an old, faraway place, drifting out and away in time, drifting like the wrist, like the lights, let the lights come into and fill the eye, let the lights whirl and hold the eye, the lights whirl and hold the eye, hold the eye so gently, yet so old and deep, George...

"The wrist is bound by the light, the eyes are bound by the light, and music seems so far away, almost lost in the dim past, George," I kept up, continuously murmuring, "the sparks whirl and the eye holds, moves up and down now, following every spark and whirl of the light, following, feeling the pull of the light, and voice from far away, it is important that you hear, George, now that you are on the journey into the deep, George, the beautiful whirling journey..."

I had been lifting his arm away from the table, and felt its profound relaxation, its limp heaviness in my encircling hand, and I let it lower again as the dance and lights and voice began putting him in trance.

"It is like a dance, the lights whirl and the voice comes from the deep, and when you find yourself to be drifting up and in, and down and round, when you feel yourself to be pulled right up into the lights, unstoppable now, whirling right into my voice, and nod, George, nod your head as I draw you further and further back."

His head nodded ever so slightly, and I realized I was almost hypnotizing myself along with him... mine was nodding too! How long did I have to capture him before Sofia's dance ended... I had lost track of time! I forced myself to maintain my pacing. There, almost in front of a crowd (though they were enraptured by my teacher, and paying me no attention at all), I was beginning my first domination of a man! I was thoroughly damp now, down there in the dark under the table, my thighs were squeezing together as I attempted to "close."

"...And George, I want to show you many things as I know you wish to show me as well, as your eyes are locked completely, and you have drifted away from the present, and now I am going to allow you to come right into the dance and the trance, yes, you feel yourself slip right inside me, as you've always wished for, the lights twinkle and you are oh so deep now, George, oh so very deep nod your head yes you're deep nod your head into the trance you go nod now... yes, hear only my voice the music is always in my voice, the lights are in my voice, after I have closed your heavy eyes the lights and the music still in my voice, George..."

I watched him from behind. His head had lowered a bit towards his chest, his arm lay like a stone in my grasp, I held it motionless, I held his mind now, motionless, waiting for guidance, and his mind accepted that his eyes were going to close. I watched them begin to sag shut, I watched his chin droop and sag with heaviness as I continued incessantly, almost whispering in his ear.

"Into my voice completely now, you hear the music you see the whirling lights, sending you into deep trance now, accept and obey they are telling you, accept and feel me closing your eyes so lovely to accept, only to go so deep, you hear music in my voice, you see the lights, and now you hear the voice tell you to fall into deep trance, your trance begins now, you feel me closing your eyes with one more word, George... close."

I felt a tremor in his arm, and watched his will just melt away! His lids drooped shut.

"Closed until I bring you back George, such a good boy, such a good deep trance. You now have forgotten about yourself, about the world, about the dance, about everything, nothing exists but my voice, George. NO sounds except my voice. You want to hear more, it will sound like beautiful music, it looks like whirling whirling lights, making you dizzy and making you want to hear and obey, soon you will realize deeper and deeper that you are obeying and you realize now that you obey the lights and music and voice. Nod your head, George... Nod your head right now. Goooood."

His head nodded right away, and continued sagging in little unconscious jerks, sagging down till it looked as if he were watching the table again.

"Beautiful deep obedience to the voice and now you want me to tell you what to do, George, now you know that I have claimed you for this trance, that you've always wished for this moment and it is coming, George, ohhh it's coming so deep and so good, nod right now. Yes. So far away and so deep as you accept my control, there's nothing else to do, no reason to listen or see anything now. Nodding yes, yes you want to be deep in my control. Nod. Nodding yes, you accept and obey. Nod. Nodding yes, eager to hear my next words, nothing else, no other sounds penetrate. Nod. Yes.

"The whirling lights have made everything soft soft and heavy, everything soft and so heavy. You see the lights in my voice, watch them whirl, they will always whirl in my voice, you will always hear them, see them feel them pulling and urging you to let go, to become heavy and soft, to accept every word, you will always know that this is the way you have been shown, George. The way you are being trained, trained to forget, to drop into trance when my voice says it is good. Nod. Yes."

His head, sunk completely down onto his chest now, just gave the slightest of jerks, easily and in direct obedience to my suggestion! I continued, my pussy flaring as I felt so close... and heard the music whirl upwards suddenly... the dance was ending, here it came, the climax of Sofia's seductive powers, and the test of my own...

"No sounds ever until I release them to you, George. Nod. Yes. Each nod tells you how ready you are to obey. Obey. Nod. Obey forever. Nod. Nod. Far off there will come a strange rushing sound, so far off as your mind falls completely under my control. Completely as you hear the distant rush, and realize that I am your universe now..."

Then, after only another minute or so of music, the air was rent with the delayed applause and shrill cries from the audience, finally released, at least in part, from Sofia's impoundment of their senses. It grew into what seemed like a harsh storm, and throughout, George's arm lay immobile in my grasp, his head tilted over slightly to one side, and I felt the pang of orgasm welling up within me.

Sofia made several "curtain" calls, money showering down at her feet, flowers from centerpieces tossed towards her...

"Let me cause you now to be able to lift your head. Eyes closed. Lift your head, and without knowing it, rise from your chair. As you do, go further and further back. Standing up, going deep."

I pushed my chair back, and lifted his arm. It was beautiful, how his body followed my lead, rising to a standing position as if it were oiled! I shoved his chair back, and the scraping, even though lost in the continuing applause, probably didn't even enter his slumbering awareness.

"I will float you now, George, you wish me to guide you. Nod. Good."

He took a step sideways, testing unconsciously his ability to walk. My hand knew that he needed firm direction now. I steered him from the table, and held his broad, thick forearm next to my breast. We were walking! I didn't know where I was going, but we were walking back out of the lights from the patio, back along away from the applause, towards another garden area, the night air now chilling my face and neck as I spoke to George of warmth. His footsteps dragged hesitantly for a time, until I suggested that I was the perfect guide.

"Yes, George," I said to him, now in more conversational tones, my steps paced short, deliberate and slow, "we are so far back now, and you feel wonderful... as if this eternal moment will never end, there is no thought of ending the dance, and the lights whirl you into control. Nod. Yes..." His head bobbed over and over with each suggestion. I felt the strain of supporting the nearly dead weight of his arm for so long. Now we had reached a line of tall shrubbery, lit by only a few lamps, and I drew to a halt.

Carefully I lowered the arm to his side, where it hung like his other. He swayed a bit without my support, standing looking at his visions through closed eyelids.

"I have brought you to my tent, George, my prince," I now crooned softly to him. We were at least temporarily apart from the renewed bustle of the party. "And you are safe and obedient within my tent. I will soon cause your eyes to open into my world, far far from your own. You are in Shabari's world, George, nod. Yes. Nod and say 'Shabari...'"

His lips, small but thick with his sleep, moved a bit.

"Good. Shabari loves her guests, George. Shabari loves to train her guests, and you are now fully ready for training. You may say to Shabari: 'I am ready for training...'

I actually had to bend over and hug my loins as his lips moved again! My fingers pressed in against my mound, which was tingling and aching almost.

"Are the lights whirling so fast from my voice, George?"

He nodded and swayed.

"Say 'yes.'" Again and again I coaxed inaudible speech from his lips, reinforcing, spinning my web of control.

"You watched Shabari dance, George, I saw you watching my center, my heavy center that draws you that calls for you. You watched my center, and forgot the power of the sparks, and in a moment I will show you my whirling dance of power, George. Your eyes will open and see what Shabari wishes to show you, far away, away in my tent. You will watch my power more closely than your eyes have ever watched anything in your faraway world. Your eyes will see my power, my prince."

I retained a few bracelets from my performance, and now lifted my arms up into the torchlight.

"You will feel compelled, my prince," I said. "Your eyes are opening into deep deep time, George. Opening slowly so that the lights can dance and whirl. Opening slowly.

His lids fluttered, and he was soon gazing with that total hypnotic glaze, directly at my wrists. As I wove them above my head, my rock-hard nipples sent screams of need down into my pussy as they felt every motion of the light silken brassiere over their nerves. I had him in a state of unthinking, unaware trance for sure.

"...And Shabari may summon you with her spark, the spark that she alone controls, that she alone can show you, is that not so?" His head nodded, his eyes pulling his mind deep, deep into my power. "You will answer, 'Yes, Shabari.'"

"...Yes, Shhhabb..."

"Obey me. 'Yes, Shabari...'"

"Yes, Shabari," came his drugged response, eyes blinking rapidly as the light from my bangles flashed him deeper and deeper.

I continued, and he responded with ever-increasing security.

"...Nothing is but you, Shabari... Nothing compels me but your voice, Shabari... I float in your spell, Shabari... I watch you dance and fall in trance... watch you dance and fall in trance..."

"And as you watched me, you fell into trance, didn't you?"

He nodded, swaying, swaying. "Yes, Shabari."

"And you felt a need, my PP rince."

"Yes, Shabari."

"You felt compelled to stare at Shabari's body. My dance pulled your thoughts to my body. That is where Shabari is taking you now, George. Taking you to your body's hunger."

I had closed his eyes again, and just in the middle of this, someone rustled the leaves of the tall hedge. "Oops!" came the high-pitched giggle, "sorry!"

I whirled round to see some party boy tug his date back away, and they plunged back into the darkness.

George was by now too hypnotized even to notice! I had tried to implant all sorts of post-hypnotics within his receptivity, the need to visit the Acropolis and the ease with which I could re-induce him, and now it was time for his reward... and mine!

I came close again to his ear, and strained upward to speak closely into it.

"Shabari will dance, and you will respond, George," I said. "Your body will remain rooted here in the tent, and your eyes will tell you how arousing is mine, how you wish for my body as I dance, but your limbs have become enslaved to Shabari, enslaved in the spell and they will not move... Open your eyes and watch my body, my prince."

And I swayed and undulated before him. His tongue emerged to lick lips suddenly gone dry, and below his shirt, the unmistakeable signs of male arousal manifested themselves. The Chino slacks bulged and pressed outward at the fly.

"Your fingers ache as your maleness responds to my body, George." I hula-ed and his eyes burned into my tits and navel as they swung there, hypnotically compelling, hypnotically out of his reach, and his fingers curled and his arms stiffened at his sides, stiff as his organ must have now been, bound up in confinement. "Shabari will let you free your maleness, George. You are my prince, my darling," I crooned, "as you stand rooted still, loose yourself and let yourself stand forth. Do it now."

His fingers jerked up to his bulging cock, and with mittenlike clumsiness, eventually had his zipper down. A large lump pressed whitely through the slit.

"As your maleness is now mine as well, my PP rince," I ordered, "I wish to observe it freely. Let it stiffen out into my tent. Your maleness is mine totally, as you are, George. You are... you are... ohhh..."

I had the pang of crisis within me. Finally, teased out from its confinement, thrust a lovely cock, oh, so lovely it looked in the dimness and the torchlight made it look so red! So red! My imagination instantly had us in bed, me bent to its assault, my insides giving way to its thrust so deliciously!

"What a lovely, lovely prince you are, George, this is your prince, and soon Shabari will satisfy your need, soon she will hold your prince and he will pulse and stiffen so straight and tall. Tell me now, George, say to me: 'This is your prince, Shabari...'"

"This... is your prince... Sha-Shabari..."

The cock danced and jiggled as I had him chanting erotic things to himself about his need.

"My prince is in your keeping... I am thick and stiff... my prince wants to... unh... tooo... unh... to push out, it's sticking way out for you, Shabari... unh, unh... sticking way out into the air, feels so good to be so thick and stiff... so thick, hard and stiffer..." George was sighing now like a little boy, like a little hypnotized boy, hypnotized by a luscious treat or toy on the other side of a window, and between his legs, poking straight out from his pants, dancing in the air for me, his cock. I was squatting before it now, studying his cock, MY plaything, as his underpants constricted his balls and shaft; everything looked so tightly-packed...

"Tightly packed" I thought to myself, as fingers worked and churned down at my center... "he's so tightly-packed... packed in hard and thick..."

My cunt flowed over my fingers as they flexed, pushed and strummed my sex, flowed its heated lubricant over fingers, panties and all.

"I'm going to make you come, now, George," I said, intruding into his mindless erotic babbling. I had to work to keep the level of dominance in my tone, I wanted so badly to submit my cunt to that shaft, to bend over and feel it dominate me, control me, split me! "And... and as you come at my command, your prince standing out in the night, so ready to release, you know that Sha... uh... Shabari is in command. You... uh... uhh..." God this was hard! "...You know that you are eternally ready to fall again, as your liquid flowsss outtt... so does your will, George, say it now..."

"Yes, I am ready to - to..."

"Under my power..."

"Under your power..."

"You will flow and forget..."

"I'll... uhh... I'll flow and ... um... forget..."

"Until you are called again."

As he repeated this, I saw his trim buns begin to squeeze themselves inward. The shaft bulged with veins and looked more pink than ever in the torchlight. How I wanted to take it in! My hands were trembling as I drew them from my sex, and they glistened directly in front of his member.

"Obey me completely now, my prince," I gasped. "Shabari commands you to look at your manhood, look and see the spark of command... flashing as my fingers send you far away. Look now!" I nearly shouted, and his cock surged up as above my head his entranced vision watched his flesh greedily enveloped by soft, urgent, slippery fingers, and the bracelets flashed as I drew his pelvis forward, forward, forward...

And felt the jerk. The column froze, then the first dribble emerged as my fingers pulled and jacked him ever so gently, ever so insistently... at his side his arms were rigid as his cock in that last moment, and then the loudest, harshest gulping noise echoed the blurt of the semen, the helpless surrender of his manhood into my hands, oh! how my fingers were bathed anew in the liquor of his delight, how the column surged again and again, his milk spurting once into the leaves, then the nervous twitching flow over my flesh, but soon he was sighing, and the stalk began to soften.

I was so careful now as I stood... his downturned face was very red, as his staring eyes watched blindly as he saw what he felt... gentle, gentle pulling and cradling with completely oiled palm and fingers, and I raised one shiny hand, drawing his gaze upward to my face. His breath sawed in the air, steaming towards my throat and neck from parted lips.

Now I stared into his eyes, dominating him again. "With release comes forgetfulness, and when you return to the world, you will only know that your seed has spilled, my prince... Shabari has held you, and for now, she releases you. As you feel my kiss, you may sleep for the eternity of one minute. Farewell for now."

Finally my lips reached up closer and closer to his own. As his lids dropped shut, I inhaled his musky steam, slid my tender hand along... and off his flaccid tube, and walked back quietly towards the party.

I needed a napkin held between my legs, but I knew that in bright light anyone would see the dark dampness, would smell the bitter salt of my own release, and I hurried back to the changing room, stopping only briefly to plunge my sticky hands into the swimming pool.

None of my friends were to be seen as I wiped off my delicious messiness, (just one more quick squeeze of my titties)... I wanted someone to hold, like right now! The exhilaration of success buoyed me like champagne, I wanted Zephyr... Zephyr! where was she? Had she scored? And Sofia? I moistened anew, remembering her intent to find a willing female.