FZ - CARMEL

I now just shucked out of my clothes, using a convenient towel to scrub my still-tingling flesh. God, I was high! I went out, in street clothes now, to circulate.

Each man I saw drew my covert attention. My pussy ached in me, dear reader! Had I but known YOU on that night... had I but already captured your maleness, then you would have been devoured! But I knew no others there, and still felt (properly) that now I was out my element, that only through dance and flash did I have a chance at my special kind of titillations. Men's eyes met mine, I thought I was blazing like Sofia at them, but many just turned away.

I saw George once more. He was sitting back at the area of the patio where I had captured him. His face was hidden in a bath towel, and his shoulders were slumped over as I passed directly behind him. The temptation! Just to jump and slide along that prick! The musicians were gone, and my previous suggestions would hopefully ensure that he would remember almost nothing...

I wondered how he had awoken, there in the garden, his sticky stalk dribbling out over the grass, perhaps a dab fallen on a shoe... panting maybe, creating in his memory only the need to masturbate... I did not know. I would try him later, work on him subtly, over time.

Then I finally caught a glimpse of a wide-brimmed white hat, was that Zephyr back by one of the bar carts? It was, and I hurried towards her. Once I was stopped by a partygoer who saw past the surface, and recognized one of the dancers.

"Quite fine, indeed..." he began, but all I could do was mutter a hasty "thank you," as I arrowed towards my partner. She saw me, and we headed towards a quiet corner.

"Sofia is inside somewhere," she began, but I was too impatient even for news of my mistress.

"Zeph," I said, seizing her hands breathlessly, "Zephyr, it worked!"

She clasped mine in return. "You... did it? You..." and her voice lost a little luster, "you humped some guy?"

"Well, no," I admitted, "but I got one all the way down, it took a long time, and I made him walk and talk, and everything, and then I made him... come, and he did, Jesus... right on my hand, and he couldn't move at all, God, Zeph, I'm so horny, I was doing myself over and over..."

She hugged me, and one of her long, strong hands curled briefly round my bottom. "I just about got mine too," she said, releasing me. "But then I didn't know what I wanted to do! What a rush, huh? I made him get all stiff like a board and all, and then I got him to say that slave stuff, but I didn't want his rinky dick pokin' me out in public..."

"Sofia's gone, did you see her? And where's Connie?"

"Oh, Connie's over in the house, she said she was gettin' home with her friend." Zephyr shook her head. "I haven't seen Sofia... mmm, you know, honey," she continued, and her hand sought out my ass again, "she's gonna make it with some other woman, let's go on back to my place, and talk about stuff. He was nursing on me ever so sweetly! Not as good as you do, though..."

Tempting. Almost too tempting, but I wanted to see Sofia, I answered, wanted to watch her. I could never get enough of that heady power, directed at me or someone else, it seemed to me.

"Nah, if she scored, the blitz is over. Besides, we're starting our own life now, 'Mel. You want me to do you now, my slave..." she intoned, and, only half laughing, we made our way out to my Beetle, parked incongruously next to a Bentley.

"I want some of that too," Zephyr told me earnestly. "Now, Jeeves, drive me to my mansion, and I will lick you alllll over..."

"Yes, my Lady," I droned obediently. "And will you use your cock? God, I need a cock!"

Her hand snuck round and kneaded the nape of my neck as we drove away. "Bet your plump little ass I'm gonna do you up real fine!" she answered. "Hey," she added in a moment, as we cleared the long drive and started over to "our" side of town. "Hey, you know I'm not just a Tin Lezzie, right?"

"Sure," I answered, very aware of my ass, knowing that within thirty minutes or so it would be poking up off Zephyr's bed, revealing only the last inch or so of her nice vinyl "toy." "Did you want him?" Referring to tonight's conquest.

"I wish I'd have thought of making him cream," she said ruefully. "I lost my imagination, it was so much fun getting him to agree to..." her voice stopped momentarily. "...Agree to just about everything..." I think I knew what had stopped her. Both of us were no different at all from our two boy-toys... me crawling round ready to lick armpits, and her... with her tight butt up in the air waving around Antonio's razor...

"Well, pet," I said, now somehow feeling that reassurance was needed. "It takes one to know one... I wonder... I can't imagine..."

"What?"

"Who got Sofia the first time? Or did she, like, just do herself?"

My hand rested on a tawny thigh, and felt it give a little pleased quiver as I squeezed. In silence we passed the last miles as I imagined someone powerful enough to subdue OUR mistress! Once at Zephyr's we quickly found how soft and liquid the thought of Sofia's master had made us...

There were no more parties for us students for several weeks, that one had been a freak. But business at Acropolis picked up considerably, thanks to Sofia's smash. A second evening of dance entertainment was now scheduled, on Thursdays. It was only as Sofia informed several of her better pupils that I learned, or realized, that her gifts went beyond entertainment.

"I would like to invite my three seniors, and also Dru, and Penny, to perform at Acropolis, as your schedule permits," Sofia told her class next week. "I have decided to advertise the entertaining, and bring in musicians on other nights, and if you agree, you may receive publicity, and perhaps find yourselves even more employment in your spare time." It was clear now that she had a management stake in Acropolis. I should have guessed it, most of the staff were probably her puppets anyway.

We twittered at her offer... in fact, Sofia had already hinted as much to Zephyr and Constanze, and Zephyr had told me. After the private party, I had had to leave town to attend a funeral, and help an auntie straighten out her tangled affairs, so I had no opportunity to relish our brief success.

But I had already added more spangles and flashers to parts of my costumes... parts I knew were my most eye-catching. She had noticed them at the first class I'd danced upon returning.

"Ahhh, how much you have learned already, and have you seen your 'prince charming' once more perhaps?" she chuckled knowingly.

I had in fact, seen George again! The very next evening after the party, in fact... I saw ALL of George. I had obtained Mr. Mallory's name (not "Mallow") from him under hypnosis, and his phone numbers at work and home. His address, of course. The fact he was single. Divorced, in fact. All scribbled down on a napkin before I'd released him.

Back to the follow-up "visit." I phoned him from Zephyr's place, early in the morning after the party. Zephyr and I had "celebrated" and pretty well discharged our batteries, and I don't know why I awoke around five AM, but I stole out into Zeph's kitchen, made some hot tea, and thought of that cock again. I also knew that, deep as it may have been, George's suggestibility could drop, or some memories return prematurely, unless I did some reinforcing.

And so, thinking out my moves ahead of time, I got my boom box out, found a bouzouki cassette, and started it playing as I called his home.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello?" The voice was dull and thick. I knew the music was audible in the handset, and I kept silence for a moment. "Hello?"

No late night anger or impatient demanding... yet! I held for one more second, then:

"I am Shabari."

Silence, and I kept only the music playing. Maybe I had screwed the whole thing up... there really was a lot I didn't know, but I'd had him right in the palm, so to speak...

Finally, I heard a mumble. "Oh... from the party..."

"I am Shabari, George..."

Another silence, then: "Hello," his voice came, more steady, but I didn't want that either, he has to remain off-balance, I thought quickly.

"Do you hear the music, George?" I hummed in my deepest voice. "I am making music for you, do you hear?"

"Uhmm, yeah, I can... say, what..."

Don't give him time! "I am Shabari now, George. I am right with you, I can almost feel your presence as I did once before..."

Silence. I didn't give him time to challenge me. "Shabari is speaking with music tonight. You are in your bed, George, yes?"

I heard a little excited catch in his voice, I had given him some suggestions about phone calls with music. He should be re-entering a trance already. "Yes, uhm... Shabari, is that right?"

"You are right, George," I answered. "It is right to listen carefully when Shabari speaks to you. Listen and remember, remember what to do. Remember what you must say now. Shabari is here."

The voice, dulled again (what a rush, my thighs had already opened wide, one knee over the arm of the chair, my fingers idly beginning to stir at my insatiable core), spoke: "Shabari is here."

"Relax and listen only to Shabari. Hear only Shabari. Tell me our secret now, George. Hold tightly your phone. Tell Shabari our deep, deep secret..." I coaxed.

"Sha..." came his response, "...bari... is..."

"I will let you sink deep as a dream, George. What. Is. The. Secret."

"Secret... feeling so good..." I heard him sigh as I plucked and pinched at my swelling.

"Shabari comes from..." I cued him, impatient to take hold.

Now he sounded almost robotic, and with a flood of responsive moisture from my pussy, my ears heard his signal: "Shabari comes from... Hypnosssss...." As his response hissed away into silence, I hastened to secure his psyche now.

"George, where is Shabari taking you right now?"

"To... Hypnosssss-s-sss..."

"Are you sinking very fast now, George?" I hummed, "are you ready to float far across to Hypnos nowww?"

"Yes."

"Is the instrument tight, tight, tight in your hand now, so tight that you can always hear Shabari?"

"Yes."

More deepening, but I could tell that he was a good choice.

"Shabari is floating you far above your land, almost over your residence. We are looking through the roof, and we can see a wonderful thing now, deep in our trance, yes deep in our trance to Shabari."

"Yes."

"We see your body sunk deep in sleep while Shabari speaks to you, George, is that not so?"

"Yes."

"Watch the legs try to move, even the smallest movement is impossible, watch closely from above, George. They do not move, even the smallest bit, do they?"

"No."

"No Shabari controls the legs. See the arm held against the head, George, the arm is still and motionless. Respond now, George."

"Yes." His answers are sighing out now, barely audible.

"Speak more loudly, George. The other arm sinks deeply into trance now, watch as he tries to move it so far away from any control. Helpless."

"Yesss..."

"You have learned how lovely it feels to feel helpless, George. You have learned how deep it takes you. Fly back up away from the limp, heavy body now. Floating away as I direct you. Are there covers over the body?"

"Yes."

"Watch as the arm slides them aside. Look down at the body. Are the covers pushed aside?"

"Yes." I had heard a rustle, as I turned off the cassette. Then I saw Zephyr's face appear from the hallway. She gazed at my glistening fingers, at my wanton appearance, and I held an imaginary pendulum up, and pantomimed that she should get her extension phone. Her light brown bottom flashed at me as she hurried down her hall. soon she had returned, with her cordless phone to her ear.

I had been telling George to describe the clothing on the body.

"No clothing on the... body..." he droned.

"No, the man is completely nude, George."

"Yes."

"That is why Shabari commanded it, George, is it not so? You are lying in a naked trance in your bed because I wished it so."

"Yes."

"And you will remain there, going deeper and deeper forever until I give you more instructions."

"Yes."

"You have always wanted to obey Shabari, and now I am with you, George."

"Y-yesss..."

"You realize that I can be with you whenever I wish."

"Yes."

"I am with you right now, in your deep naked sleep."

"Yes."

"You know deeply that I have placed you in a deep naked trance. Say it to me, to yourself."

"You have placed me in a deep... naked... ahhhtrance..."

"You are beginning arousal."

"Ahhh..."

"I wish to see my Prince now. Often you have touched it, wishing for Shabari..."

"Wishing..."

"Soon Shabari will allow you to display. You understand?"

"Yes, feels so good, Shabari... I want..."

Soon he was talking freely about his erection.

"It's big and hot, Shabari, as you wish. It points... points up into the sky... pointing up at Shabari... I may not move to touch it, it's aching... thick and hard... feeling it swell... umm... watching it grow and tense... tense up so... aching... ahh, I remember when you made it, annhh... made it..."

"I instructed your body to erect and you became erect and full..."

"Yes..."

"Now Shabari will send you off into deep slumber, George."

"Gotta shoot..."

"Silence, George. Did I tell you to shoot?"

"N-no... so hard!" He was almost whimpering. Zephyr was seated at my feet, her arm stretched up along my thigh as she listened, licking her dark lips. Her fingers had displaced my own up in my crack as my thighs spread far apart to allow her the fullest access. Now her face wreathed in smiles, and she gestured to the phone, her fingers stiffening and plunging in and out of my snatch, and I nearly laughed aloud, although my pussy was pulsing around the invader.

"Does George go to his job tomorrow, 'My Prince''?" I asked, and received another moan in reply. I took it as a "yes."

"George will be sent off to slumber deeply in a few moments, My Prince..."

"...ohhh, god, gotta shoot off shootoff..."

"George," I now said firmly, "will slumber at my command, will he not?"

"Y-yess."

"Deep, helpless slumber."

A sigh. "Yes."

"And in the morning, he will remember nothing whatever of this, will he?"

"No."

I issued more instructions. I meant to have George buried up to his hairy hilt in me soon! Zephyr ran off to dress... we were hitting the road! She emerged, carrying an overnight bag. I saw her drop in several of her toys, and now...

"My Prince, hear and obey your Mistress Shabari," I now said, aiming to disassociate his mind from his prick. "Tell George to concentrate on your hot thickness now.

"mmmff..."

"My Prince, hear and obey your Mistress Shabari... When you hear Shabari say the words 'Come to Hypnos,' George's arms will move. His urgent wish will be to masturbate, his urgent need, but that is impossible, for Shabari wills otherwise..."

"mmf... mmff..." I heard fairly thick grunting sounds.

"My Prince, you obey me completely. George's arm will hang up the telephone. Then he will watch you, my Prince, his arms unable even to approach your length. He will hear his voice say these words: 'Come to Shabari.' His voice will repeat and repeat, until he causes you to become so hot and thick that you will finally lose all your control, and the liquid will shoot up, and you will burn with erotic fire, and his eyes will lock helplessly on you as his liquid burns and pulses up and up and dribbles and splashes out from your massive hot thickness. His eyes will instantly become thick, hot and heavy, and George will drop into thick hot slumber as he feels you drooping sooo sweetly to sleep as well. You will slumber together, awaiting Shabari. Shabari is coming to you, My Prince...

"George will rouse only when he hears the summons at the door. He will not even realize he is completely enslaved, but will obey all his orders fully and completely. George is my total slave at this time. Tell him to say 'I obey.'"

"I obey." It sounded pulled from the deepest part of some warm seabed.

"You are almost ready to release your seed, My Prince, now... obey my commands."

In a moment the receiver clicked dead. It was out of my hands now, but the panting sounds of his readiness gave me confidence that his mind was even now cementing my hold on him, with each squirt of his dick into mid-air.