The Addicted Natural


Chapter 16  The White Witch of Walden  Summary and Conclusion



AN EVENING WITH DEE

You shouldnt be wasting your night with me, Master. The doctor said you cant make love to me. You should spend the evening with Brenda or Willie!

I stretched out on my side next to her naked form and trailed a fingertip over the expanse of her distended belly. Pregnancy had really taken a toll on her, but then, I guess it does with most women. Brenda had made it a daily ritual to rub lotion into her stomach and breasts in an effort to keep the stretch marks at a minimum. Even so, a single mark had appeared, starting at her navel and extending almost all the way to her cunt. Her innie had become an outie. But the most dramatic difference was her breasts; those glorious breasts. They were large and swollen now, and they sagged under the added weight. Her areolas were twice as large as they normally were, and theyd turned a deep, chocolate brown. She was pale from the time shed spent in the hospital, and the incision on her side was very evident. Theyd used glue instead of stitches to close the wound; a relatively recent thing in the wonderful world of surgery, I guess. I traced the new scar.

Does it hurt?

It itches like crazy.

I laughed, and then turned thoughtful and sober. I suppose Id better just come right out with it and get this over with.

Dee, I need to talk with you about Willies husband .

Her eyes widened in shock, and she started back. She searched my face for some clue to what I wanted to know, and then suddenly her face dissolved into a mask of utter despair. Tears immediately flooded her eyes and she put her hand to her mouth.

Hey, dont cry, I urged, I just want to talk .

You KNOW! she wailed. Willie told you! I  Im sorry! I didnt mean to kill him! She sobbed. No, thats not true  I DID mean to do it. I did it, and then I was GLAD I did it! Oh, Im so EVIL! She turned her face into the pillow.

Stop this! I insisted. Why did I always feel so worthless when a woman cried? You DID NOT kill him. The tree killed him!

She looked up at me and went on as if I hadnt spoken. He was such a  a  terrible man! Did you know he was HIV positive? Hed had it for almost two years, and he was on medication; but he still kept having sex with women! Fortunately, they were almost all prostitutes, and they wouldnt screw him unless he wore a rubber. But he was going to do it to Willie! He planned to, just as soon as he had a million dollars! He hated her! He hated the way she made him feel all the time; the way she made him want her all the time. He was going to do it to her without any protection! He was an AWFUL man!

I was shocked into a long moment of silence. How did you know that?

She looked guilty. I can  I can go inside a person if I want to. I did that to him after hed hit you; and threw Brenda down; and kicked Maxine; and he was going to hit ME, too. So I went inside of him, and then I knew what HE knew, and I said Bad Rudy! Why are you always so BAD? Youre such a bad boy, Rudy! just like his mother always said; in just the same tone of voice she used all the time. And, boy did that get him! You should have SEEN his eyes, Master. He was terrified! The big bully! And I did it again, too, later in the week. He was going to hit Willie again, but I made him stop! Such a BAD BOY, Rudy!

I was totally shocked. Dee was losing it; mentally as well as emotionally. I was suddenly very concerned about her, and my expression must have conveyed that.

Dont look at me that way, Master, she said, the tears coming again. Please dont think Im crazy! She pulled away from me and tried to get up out of the bed, which concerned me even more; so I held her tightly to me and she finally started sobbing into my shoulder. I stroked her hair and thought hard. Maybe if I was more placating about this psychic shit . I finally decided to take that tack.

Dee, Im not faulting you for killing Dees husband, I said gently.

She looked up at me through her tears. Youre not?

No, not at all. The guy had it coming. What concerns me is that you did it without consulting ME. I am your Master. You must never, ever use such powers without first consulting me.

But I WAS, she said earnestly. Or I was TRYING to. I was telling you all about it that afternoon, but the storm came too quickly to let me finish! Then, when I found out I couldnt make Willie move out from under the tree, there wasnt time! I used HIM to do it  and then I just made him stay there. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time .

I lay there and thought some more. What would you do if you found out there was someone in the world that I really, really hated? I asked. Someone I wouldnt mind seeing dead. If you found out about that, what would you do?

She didnt hesitate. I take care of him for you. I can DO that.

Wrong answer, I scolded seriously. Care to try again?

She searched my face for a moment, and then lowered her eyes submissively. Id come to you and ask what you want me to do, she said meekly.

Very good, I told her. You must never, ever act without coming to me and asking first. From now on, it will be MY decision.

She didnt look up. There is a time when I must disobey, she said.

Another shock. What?

If something is about to happen to you, something sudden, I will protect you. If theres not time, Ill act. I must. I cant let anything happen to you.

I smiled. Thats a little far-fetched, isnt it?

It happened to Daddy, she said. Bang. He was dead. I wont let something like that happen to you. I couldnt.

I sighed. Okay, that one exception.

She raised herself on one elbow and looked at me. And Brenda  and Willie. Can I still do it with them? Please? They LIKE it! Its  fun! Please?

Okay, okay. But those are the ONLY exceptions. Period. Understand?

She hugged me. Yes, Master!

I held her for a long minute, thinking. Should I seek psychological counseling? But I couldnt! Our little mnage-a-quatro was utterly unexplainable. And it wasnt just Dee! Brenda and Willie actually believed in all this psychic shit, too. Coincidence and mass hysteria could explain practically EVERYTHING that had happened to us in the past few weeks, but there didnt seem to be any way to convince the girls of that. Finally, I just decided to let the whole thing go. On with our lives. Back to normal again. Crazy. Weird. Normal.

I pushed her back onto her back. And now, Ill reward you for passing your little quiz in slavery 101 with a treat. Are you ready for sleepy-sex?

Really? she gasped. But I thought we couldnt .

That is no concern of yours, I said seriously. Look into my eyes, Dee. Deeply, deeply into my eyes. Relax. Relax, my love. Just relax and look deep  deep. So relaxed. Thats it. Let the sleepiness come. So sleepy now. And so heavy. So very, very heavy. She was going under very quickly. Well, not quite under.

This was a type of sex that Brenda and I had discovered early in our life together. Im not sure exactly how Id stumbled upon the concept, but Brenda had really loved it; so much, in fact, that I had saved it for special occasions. Once every couple of months, usually. And while Brenda had enjoyed it, Dee absolutely craved it. 

She was very, very close to her trance now. So very, very heavy, I intoned. So very, very sleepy. You know whats going to happen now, dont you, Dee? She made a little squeak of a moan. You know that you cant go to sleep without me telling you to. You know that you cant move, cant speak . Youre soooo sleepy. So heavy. So tired. Her mouth hung slack, her eyes flat and drowsy and drooping. I rose to sit next to her on the bed. I began caressing her gently, stroking her belly, her sides, her breasts. So helpless. Poor Dee. Shes so sleepy; so heavy; so very, very helpless. I reached down and positioned her legs far apart. I pressed her arms by her sides. She remained exactly how I placed her. Her eyes were blank behind drooping lids, but I knew very well that she could hear every word, feel every touch. I began stroking her hairless pussy. Her breathing quickened, but she didnt make a sound.

This was the point that I usually mounted her. The ultimate rape. She would be like a rag doll in my arms, completely limp, completely helpless. It was ultimately like using a date rape drug, only my willing participant would be acutely aware of her situation, and would remember every touch, feeling, emotion. But in this case, Id have to settle for sex without penetration. Doctors orders.

Youre very wet, Dee. Are you still horny all the time? Like you told the doctor in his office? He laughed at you, you know. Silly Dee. Horny Dee. Always so horny. And now, youre helpless, too. Youre so sleepy, but you know you wont sleep until you cum. You know you wont be fully under the hypnotic trance that you crave until your body overpowers your mind, and you cum. I began rolling a fat, brown nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I started rubbing her clit hard with the flat of my hand. Such a helpless little girl. So very, very helpless .

She began to shake all over, then she convulsed slightly several times, her arms and legs still motionless and pressed into the bed. Finally, the orgasm faded, and as it did, her eyes finally closed. I sat up and looked at her. 

Where are you, Dee?

Im in my bed, in my wonderful room, Master.

I smiled. And you can still feel the orgasm, cant you, Dee? Feel the afterglow of that strong, powerful orgasm.

Her smile broadened. Yes.

That wonderful, tingling, glowing feeling will follow you, will stay with you, even after I wake you up. You will feel it in your sleep, tonight in bed with me. It will be with you when you have nice dreams. It wont fade until morning.

Yes.

And you wont feel anxious about your powers, now that weve established guidelines, will you, Dee?

The smile didnt fade. Theres nothing to feel anxious about, she said. I know the rules now. And you forgave me about Willies husband. A little frown. Didnt you?

I sighed. Mass hysteria. Yes, I forgive you. I thought a moment. When I awaken you, I know that youre not going to be satisfied until you satisfy ME. She frowned. But how? I continued thoughtfully. How can you do that?

I could use my mouth! she answered immediately. I could slide to the edge of the bed and lie on my back and let my head hang back over the edge, and you could push your cock right down my throat, just the way you like, and you could come! Couldnt you?

Well, I guess we could do that.

And she smiled again. Dee really has a very nice smile.


CONTENTS OF A LETTER WRITTEN AUGUST 30th, RECEIVED SEPTEMBER 2nd


My Dear Professor Fielding,

If you read this letter in its entirety, you will learn how to break all hypnotic connections I have maintained with your lovely wife. Forever.

(In Show Biz, that sentence would be referred to as the hook. You see, I have a very personal, very selfish reason for you to read this. It was my great fear that when you realized who had written this letter, and knowing your great animosity toward me, you would simply discard it unread. I fear I am beyond your trust, but I must have your attention in this matter. It could be one of life and death  namely mine.)

If I am to do this properly, Im afraid I must bare my soul to you. Not a pretty sight, a bared soul. Especially mine. Still, not everything in life is pretty. Whether you find the following tolerable or not, I urge you to peruse it all the way through.

My first Natural was my lovely wife, Jennifer. The first time I laid eyes on Suzy, my second Natural, I just seemed to KNOW how easy it would be to enslave her. Shes the breadwinner in the family, by the way. With a little drug-induced hypnosis on my part, I was able to get a couple of the senior partners in the CPA firm she worked for to give her more opportunities, more chances, more responsibilities. Now, shes a senior partner herself in one of the biggest accounting firms on the east coast. Including bonuses and stock options, she pulled down seven figures last year. Oddly, she has sought out the part of lowest slave in our household. She lives to serve. Humiliation excites her. Does the pattern sound familiar, Professor?

And, oh by the way; congratulations! WELL DONE! I mean, Diana Darlingshire! Did you know that she was in last years Whos Who? One of the 100 richest women in America! Not a mention of her this year, though. Just seems to have fallen off the planet. Not even a mention on Google in the past twelve months. It would be a real mystery, if anyone cared. It seems nobody does.

Anyway, back to our story. In the past six years, Ive enslaved 19 Naturals, three of which Ive kept for myself (Ill get to the third girl in my household soon. Shes the reason Im writing). Let me tell you what ALL the Naturals have in common.

First, Ive slept with them all. I felt that I deserved this little treat. After all, I had THEIR best interests at heart. But Ill get into that in a moment.

Next, they were all very introverted. Nervous. Shy. Self-conscious. Unable to maintain eye contact unless specifically told to do so. Some were very intelligent, some were not.  Some were into womens issues, others were conservative and traditional. But all were what Id call easily led. They took instructions quickly and without question. 

I hypnotized each one of them without their consent. A few, once they realized what was happening to them, resisted; but in every case, they were too far gone to fight. They all succumbed. And they all went DEEP! Much, much deeper than the normal female subjects I encountered in my shows. After awhile, I wasnt even nervous about it, and I took them hypnotically even in public, just as I did with Brenda. It was ridiculously easy.

In each case, I made the girl believe that she had incurred a deep addiction to hypnosis. This addiction seems to take on slightly different characteristics in each one. Some appear to have an actual, physical need for it. Others seem to remember it the next time their Master tells them to look into his eyes. In any case, the addiction seems to cement the Master/Slave relationship in the mind of the girl. You must remember that this concept is a very pleasant one for a Natural.

And now for the important point: each one of them was either already in a position of emotional slavery, or was well on her way. All I can say is that they are BORN to be slaves. It appears to be their destiny. Even my wife, Jennifer. It pains me to admit that she was once enslaved by a pimp in New York City for almost two years before I met her. He was apparently killed in a gang-related incident, and in the ensuing confusion, Jen and a friend ran away to the Catskills, where I met her. But I KNOW in my heart that if I hadnt come along, she would have gravitated to another man who would have used her for purposes of prostitution. 

So, try to see it from my point of view. I can look across the room at a pretty girl, and I somehow KNOW that she is either now, or soon will be, a sex slave. I also KNOW that I can intervene, through hypnosis, and guide this girl toward a man who will not only control her to her hearts content, but will also respect and protect her. As I traveled around with my act, I would not only look for Naturals, I would also look for prospective Masters. Several were college instructors, such as yourself, but others were professional men: engineers, financial managers, laborers. The bars are full of lonely men, and often, theyre very good men. Once I take a girl to one of them, I judge his reaction and react accordingly. You see, I can easily make ANY Natural love ANY man. And I mean true love, here. In twenty or thirty minutes, she will be so deeply, passionately, overwhelmingly in love with him, that she will gladly give herself to him, body and soul. Forever. He will be a Master that she will love. And THAT is the best possible gift I could ever give her. As for the men, I simply give them a few simple instructions on hypnosis, and leave them to their own devices.

(YOU have been my lone failure in this department. I have never had a prospective Master treat me in such a way. But then, I underestimated the facts in your case. Brenda was obviously very much in love with you long before I showed up on the scene. You were obviously very much in love with her. Strange youd never taken her out .)

Ive place all of my girls (except for my own three) with the types of men Ive described; and so far there have been only three failures. Thats MUCH better than the national average when it comes to broken marriages. In one case, my choice of gentlemen Masters had turned to drink and had severely beaten the girl on several occasions. In another, the man had left his slave for another woman; and in the third case, the guy and succumbed to the temptation of an easy buck by using his girl, night after night, as a high-priced hooker. In each case, I went back and got the lady in question, easily put her back into my absolute power; and then I took her to the cops. I had her swear out a complaint resulting in a restraining order, and finally, I drove her at least two states away, where I changed her name and placed her with another chosen Master.

I do not dabble lightly in the affairs of my girls once they have been placed. For example, in no fewer than eight of the couples, the Masters have decided to use their unique situations to dabble in a little alternative sex, such as wife-swapping, threesomes, watching while letting friends do it with her, etc, etc. I consider such matters to be private affairs, and I would never think of interfering unless the well being of my girls is directly affected. 

Which leads to the question, of course: how do I KNOW about all these things? You, of course, have already stumbled upon that answer; and to your credit, you are the ONLY Master to have done so. During a certain week of the month, each Natural has been programmed to write me an email and report in, so to speak. If there is no opportunity to write during her assigned week (she may be on vacation, for example), she will simply wait until the next monthly cycle. She will have no memory of contacting me. If she is interrupted in her assignment, she will simple delete the message and try again later, again losing any memory of what she is doing, or why. 

In every case, she must report any significant changes her household has experienced in the past month. She obviously keeps me up to date on her address, and more importantly, on her relationship with her Master. And (I guess Ill bare my soul all the way here), she is required to describe her most memorable sexual experience during the period. I have kept these emails in a set of binders on my den, and I must say that they are a constant source of entertainment and amusement. For example, your idea of sleepy sex has become a regular part of our sexual repertoire here in New York. I wouldnt mind sharing some of the other great ideas that have come my way. Write me, if you want. (But somehow I dont think you will.)

And finally, I come to the last thing that Naturals seem to have in common. Now, hold on to your hat here. I know youre going to want to throw up your hands in disgust and stop reading this, but PLEASE dont. Not yet. 

I swear that these girls appear to have some sort of psychic ability. It seems to be different in every case. I cant account for it. I dont understand it. I can only report to you what I have observed with my own two eyes.

I first noticed it with Jennifer about a year ago. Shes really into these soapy romance novels, and Ive seen no reason to discourage her. I happened to come upon her one day sitting in our glass porch among all the flowers. She was sitting, reading, and she didnt know I was there. She is an exceptionally beautiful woman, and I just stood for awhile, watching her as she read, the pages slowly turning, her lips moving slightly as she sat there. And then, slowly, disturbingly, I began to realize that the pages were turning, but SHE wasnt turning them. They were turning themselves! One at a time! Just as she was finished with each one! Impossible!

Now, sir; Ive been involved with just about every type of on-stage prestidigitation in the book. I KNOW a staged trick when I see one, and THIS was not! Finally, I confronted her, and she was greatly upset. Shed always had the power, she told me, but she was afraid to tell me about it, because she knew that I didnt believe in such things. She couldnt move anything very large, she told me, nor could she move anything very far. Indeed, I made her experiment with this ability, and she was right. She could move a spoon about an inch along our kitchen table, but she couldnt move it if there was a tablecloth involved. Too much friction, I suppose. 

Finally, she told me that Suzy had abilities, too. And after she told me about them, I realized that Id seen them in action many times. Suzy has a gift with animals. She can sit on our bench in the back yard, and inevitably, within several minutes, birds begin to flit around her and land near her. Squirrels, rabbits, all kinds of animals, come and sit at her feet. Dogs never growl at Suzy. Insects never bite her. Now, finally, I saw this talent as something out of the ordinary. 

I confronted her about it. She could hear their thoughts, she informed me. Visions of Doctor Doolittle danced in my head. But the reality about animals (if she is telling the truth about it) is much different than fantasy. Animals rarely have a tangible thought beyond Im hungry and It would be nice if someone scratched the itch behind my left ear. Animals want. Animals need. Animals dont think. But animals also like. And all the animals like Suzy.

And this brings me, at last, to Wanda. I first encountered Wanda as I was driving across the Homestead Bridge in Pittsburgh and saw her about to fling herself into the icy waters of the Monongahela far below. I stopped my car, grabbed her, and drug her back to my vehicle, kicking and screaming. Once Id calmed her down, I was shocked to recognize all the traits of the Natural residing in her lovely person. In just a few minutes, Id calmed her down even more  WAY down, and she was deeply, totally, and completely in my power. I drove her to my home here in New York State. 

She had evidently been distraught over the death of her father. And this was very odd, because she had hated him. He had been sexually abusing her since she was ten, and hed been a drunkard and a cur. Still, she seemed to believe that life without her father (her Master?) would be intolerable. So  I gave her myself as an alternative Master, and she was almost exponentially happy. She seemed to fit right into our family, and now, after a few hypnotic alterations, I could finally take one girl to bed at night, while the other two would entertain themselves  sexually as well as emotionally. A perfect world. 

But Wanda had a gift as well. Her ability seemed to be in the form of visions that came to her while she slept. Dreams. And while they all were (as dreams usually are) strange, vague, and open to interpretation, they were uncannily accurate. She once foresaw a heavy rainstorm, during which our dock, down at the lake, was heavily damaged. I had a construction company come out and make needed repairs, and when a storm DID strike shortly thereafter, our neighbors all sustained significant damage, but our dock withstood the gale. There were other incidents as well, but you see my point. Her abilities appear genuine.

And so, a few days ago, she came to me crying and tremendously upset. Shed had a dream. A very vivid dream. And in it, I was killed. She saw a man dressed in the robes of a person of letters, an academician. She actually described you quite well, right down to your hairline. You were standing on the shore of a lake, and behind you were three beautiful, naked women. One had hair of shining black (obviously Brenda); one with large breasts, pregnant, and with hair of flaming red (Dee?); and a third was small, slender, with hair of purest white (I assume she means a blonde. I dont know about a third girl in your household). I was standing on the other side of the lake, and none of your group noticed I was there. 

Suddenly, the girl with the white hair noticed me, and pointed. You saw me for the first time, and you raged at me. You pointed me out to Brenda, who in turn, brought my existence to the attention of the pregnant redhead. Then, in her dream, Wanda saw all three women change, drawing themselves up, getting bigger, and they turned into dragons; one red, one black, and one white. They all turned their hatred (your hatred!) toward me, and the red dragon spit fire that engulfed me. When the fire had subsided, I had gone mad. I ranted and raved, and finally, I flung myself into the lake and drowned myself to calm the terrible voices that had filled my head. Wanda was beside herself with grief and foreboding. 

Poppycock, you say. Claptrap. Superstitious humbug. And yet, I must admit, she has been right before. Should I ignore such a warning?

I must admit, my first instinct was to rally my own psychic army and confront you. If its war you want, I will certainly protect myself! I sat by the lake and held a muster of my troops in my imagination. They stood, beautiful and proud, at my beck and call. I held a mental inspection of my forces. One was ready to move heaven and earth for me  just so long as it didnt weigh any more than a spoon, and could be moved along a smooth surface. Yet another stood ready to summon the forces of the animal kingdom, and she could easily send a couple dozen birds your way with malicious intent  just so long as they werent distracted by the sight of handful of corn. And my third was a tremendous source of military intelligence  well, just so long as you chose to attack during her afternoon nap.

Maybe Id better rethink this strategy. Come to think of it, perhaps begging and groveling is in order here. 

Professor, I have wronged you. I took advantage of your beautiful Brenda when she was helpless, and for that, I deeply apologize. I have intruded on your privacy by having her write me without your knowledge. I am sorry. Though I have given you reason to think otherwise, I AM NOT YOUR ENEMY. I mean you no disrespect. I mean you no harm. I will forever withdraw from your affairs. I will never again contact you or any of your women. I sincerely beg your pardon, sir.

Please. Please dont bring my existence to the attention of your Red Dragon. 

In Brendas hypnotic Favorite Room, there are two rugs. The bed rests on one. The other is in the center of the floor. I believe you have probably already found the trap door under the rug in the rooms center. If so, you know that she can be permanently changed when she is in that lower room.

What you have probably not found is the trap door under the bed. Hypnotize her, and then have her get out of the bed. There is a secret button on the footboard. She wont be able to see it until you tell her its there. When she presses it, the bed, rug and all, will slide aside revealing another trap door. When she goes down into THAT room, you will be able to override the instructions that make her contact me each month. 

You will never hear from me again.

I remain, sir, your most humble servant.

Gregory Menlo



SHOWING HER WHOS REALLY THE BOSS

 Wake up, Brenda, I told her softly.

Her eyes fluttered open, closed again, and she struggled to stay awake. Oh! she muttered groggily. She opened her beautiful eyes wide for a long moment as she tried desperately to remain alert, but her body sagged again. Oh, golly Freddy! You took me so DEEP!

I didnt rush her. Usually, shed do her little post hypnotic stretching maneuver when I awakened her from trance, but she was right, I had taken her especially deep this time. Deeper than Id ever taken her before. She suddenly forced herself into alertness, however, and her eyes shifted quickly left and right, though she was looking at nothing at all.

You changed me, she said. I tried to ascertain if this was an accusation or simply a statement of fact. She was staring across the room, her eyes unfocused. Now, she finally looked directly at me, regarding me wonderingly. You changed me, she said again.

Um . I hadnt planned on this particular line of conversation. I thought quickly, and finally decided to let my heart lead me in these uncharted waters. I deeply loved this woman. I should have no secrets from her.

Yes, I said simply. Yes, I did. She continued to look up at me with almost an expression of pleased awe, like a housewife who works tirelessly, thanklessly around the house for months and months, and is suddenly given a particularly romantic gift for no reason whatever. I dont know what I had expected, but it wasnt that particular look. It suddenly unnerved me. Um  I want to tell you what I did, Brenda.

No! she urged quickly. She put her fingertips to my lips to silence me. Oh please, Freddy! Please dont!

I stared into her eyes questioningly for a long moment, but she smiled, put her head against my chest, and hugged me. I held her tightly as she shivered in my arms, and I wondered where this was going to lead.

We said nothing, and the only sound for a long, long time was that of rain in the trees outside our bedroom window. A small noise came from deep within the house, and we both knew what it was, both intimately familiar now with the sounds Willie made when she became lost in feelings of sexual stimulation. In the bedroom at the other end of the hall, she was doing something new and erotic and wonderful with Dee. What could it be, I wondered; and my cock stiffened, just as it did every time I thought of Willie. But no, I had to believe that my physical response was being brought on by my lovely wife, so small and fragile and sexy and desirable in my arms.

The letter from Menlo lay in my desk drawer in the study, where I had put it after receiving it only a half dozen hours before. I had decided to put its information to work immediately  tonight, and Id sent Willie and Dee to bed right after dinner with orders to study another of their reading lessons. (From the sound of things, however, the lesson was being put off until morning.) Menlos instructions had been accurate, of course, and very easily followed. The curse was broken. I felt oddly at peace, even knowing that he had retained so much power for so long. Brendas response upon awakening, however, concerned me.

Dont you want to know? I whispered into the top of her head. Arent you curious?

She shivered again. Yes, of course, she said softly. But please, Freddy  Please dont tell me. I drew back slightly and tried to look at her, but she just pressed her face more tightly into my chest and refused to meet my eyes. I am your slave, she continued calmly. I should have no secrets from you, but you are entitled to keep them from me. You can make me do ANYTHING, Freddy. You can  and you  you SHOULD! You should change me to your liking. You should change the way I think. You should change the things I want  the things I crave. You should change who I AM to please yourself. You should make me  DO something. You should make me .

Finally, she pushed herself back in my arms and looked into my eyes. Make me, Freddy! Please  Oh, please make me! Make me do something NOW! She buried her face into my chest again. Please, Master. Please make me!

Ah, so thats what this was all about. How long had it been? Too long, obviously. Brenda needed this from time to time; needed to be taken hard, almost violently. Needed to be reminded of the Master/slave relationship in raw, physical action. I had, at first, thought it to be some sort of subconscious rape fantasy that had to be played out once or twice a year to satisfy a craving in the darkest reaches of her psyche. But now I considered that it might be more than that.

I grasped her by the shoulders and forced her back away from me a step. Raise your arms, I ordered sternly. She didnt hesitate. Keeping her eyes lowered submissively, she raised her arms toward the ceiling. I put my hands on her hips and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled her nightgown upward. It was her favorite, a deep blue, long silk number that clung to her curves deliciously. I had to shift my hands a few times as I slid the garment upward, and I was thus was able to slide the slippery fabric suggestively over her breasts a few times before I finally, finally pulled it over her upraised arms and off of her now nude body.

On the bed, Brenda, I ordered. On your hands and knees! She quickly leaped on the king sized bed and positioned herself at its edge as I had ordered. Quietly, I walked to the closet and came back carrying the blue gym bag. She made a little noise, and her eyes widened. I set it down just in front of her so that she could watch as I rummaged around in it, making a show of it, eventually producing the regular pair of handcuffs. She made the noise again, and then seemed to hold her breath as I attached them to her wrists, positioning her hands together to allow me to do so. I rooted around through the bag again and slowly extracted a bottle of liquid lubricant, and she gasped loudly, knowing now what my intentions were. I set the bag on the floor, then gave her hands a quick tug forward, forcing her onto her elbows, her ass raised sharply upward.

Trailing my fingertips down her back, I began idly playing with her upturned bottom. She wriggled it and moaned. I did this for several long minutes, before I finally slid my fingers lower and stuck a finger into her sopping pussy. Another moan. I easily added another finger, so that my middle and fourth fingers were now deep inside her, and I began a series of deep, slippery, probing strokes into her cunt, then all the way out, before slipping them inside for another easy assault.

Oooohh, Freddy! she moaned.

Im not going to need the lubricant, am I, Brenda? I asked harshly. Youre soaking wet, arent you? Youre ALWAYS soaking wet, arent you? I began smearing her slimy deposit onto her puckered asshole after bringing my fingers out of her after every stroke.

I  I cant help it, Freddy, she mewed weakly.

Youre really a bit of a whore, arent you, Brenda?

OH! Oh! I cant help it, Freddy, she groaned weakly. Im sorry, Freddy. I cant  OH!

Just to be on the comfortable side, I poured a little of the lubricant directly onto her asshole, then set the bottle aside and began pressing the thumb of the same hand I was using on her cunt into her tight little anus. She groaned again loudly. Relax your ass muscles, Brenda, I ordered.

I  Im trying, Freddy! I  Oh Golly! Ahhhh! Im trying, Freddy!

I shifted the position of my stroking fingers so that they were scraping against her clit every time I slid them into her. She shuddered violently, then began pushing her butt upwards toward my invading thumb. I could feel her sphincter relax its grip on the tip of my thumb, and with the aid of all of the lubricating fluids, I pushed the digit fully, easily all the way inside her. Aaaahhhh! she cried. I left my fingers as far as I could reach inside of her cunt, and my thumb far inside her ass.

Slowly, I began rubbing thumb and fingers together, separated only by the layers of thin membrane between her colon and cunt. Immediately, she pushed upward onto her bound hands, arching back toward my invading hand, moving her ass in a jerking circular motion. Aaahhh! Golly, Freddy! Ooohh!

Be Still! I commanded. She stopped flailing and slowly lowered herself back onto her elbows, panting heavily, shaking. I want you to try NOT to cum, I told her seriously. I know youre ready, but do not cum! We both knew where this was leading.

I  Ill try, Freddy.

I started rubbing my fingers and thumb together again, assaulting that innermost part of her, while I reached under her with my other hand and rubbed her clit hard. She stiffened, shuddered, hesitated, and was finally catapulted into a soaring orgasm. She was on her bound hands again, pushing back against MY hands, arching her back, shaking her head from side to side, her hair flying. Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Her sphincter clutched my thumb hard. The walls of her cunt contracted to match the rhythm of her cries. Finally, after maybe thirty seconds of this, I stopped my violent rubbing and she slowly sagged back onto her elbows. She shivered and gulped air as if she would never catch her breath.

I  Im sorry, Freddy, she said weakly. I tried. I couldnt help it. I tried.

I stood beside the bed, beside her. Keeping my thumb and fingers buried in her, I reached with my free hand and pushed down my pajama bottoms, which was all I was wearing. Then I climbed into bed and positioned myself behind her upraised ass. She was dripping steadily from her pussy, and I scooped more of her fluids from below her and deposited it around my thumb, which I now began pumping in and out of her ass.

You have no control, Brenda, I told her harshly. You can try as hard as you want, and I can still make you cum any time I please, isnt that so?

Her ass was moving again under the ministrations of the plowing thumb. I was now pulling it all the way out of her, and as I did so, her rear hole stayed open, gaping, welcoming, before I shoved it back into her.

Aaahhh! Yes, Master! I cant help it! You can make me, Master!

She was very, very slippery back there now. Very, very open for me. I pulled my thumb out for the last time, positioned my hard, aching cock, and pushed easily into her ass.
Unhh! Unhh! Unhh! she bellowed, and her butt hole gripped me as she came again. I waited until the spasms passed, then began slamming into her roughly, violently. She had been up on her hands again, and this assault pushed her forward onto her face, her arms trapped underneath her, her wrists extended down between her legs. I was amazed and surprised to find the fingers of her cuffed, clutching hands grasping my balls. And that was as far as my control was going to extend for this session. I buried myself far into her and came and came and came deep in her bowels.

I slumped heavily atop her for a long minute, then grasped her around the waist and pulled us both onto our side while I stayed buried inside of her. I held her while she panted and shivered for many long minutes, then I reached up and grasped a handful of her lustrous hair and roughly positioned her head so that I was breathing into her ear. She shuddered.

Is there any doubt in your mind who is in charge here? I hissed.

No, Master, she whispered softly.

Who controls you?

You control me, Master.

I can make you DO anything. I can make you WANT anything. I can make you THINK anything.

Yes, Master. You control me, Master.

I held her for many more minutes. My cock finally slipped out of her, but she made no move, either toward me or away. She simply allowed herself to be held, awaiting her Masters next command. Okay, I thought, Id had just about enough of the play-acting! I wanted to share this with her, somehow. I wanted to talk to her, and ask her opinion, and seek her guidance .

And yet, above all else, I realized that I would have to make this sacrifice. I was certainly not a born leader, and yet I was firmly in the roll of leader in this play I was living.

Brenda?

Yes, Freddy? Her voice sounded small, meek, little-girlish.

I am going to tell you what I did to you when you were hypnotized. I am going to tell you because I WANT to tell you.

Yes, Freddy.

I sighed. Oh, the hell with it! I would play the role. I would be what they expected me to be.

I changed you because I wanted to protect you. What I did to you was for your own good. You will never know what I did, but I want you to know this: I will do whatever I deem necessary for your protection. If I must, I will change you and control you and bend your thoughts. Whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy. Do you understand?

She reached up with her cuffed hands and grasped my arm. OH, Freddy! she said softly. I could sense she was crying quietly, but I spoke no further; just held her. Finally, somehow, I knew she had stopped her tears.

Yes, Master, I understand, she whispered.



PAST  PRESENT - FUTURE



We call it Indian Summer. It was the second week in October, and we were having a warm spell after the first really cold weather of autumn. The sun was brilliant, the sky cloudless, the birds singing. Last weeks frost was just a memory, and the temperature was in the 80s.

The girls had decided to dress in bikinis, which looked absolutely ludicrous on Dee, who only had a couple weeks to go before delivery. I had played Rhett Butler and carried her half way down the hill toward the lake to sit in the shade of the big oak, while Maxine bounded frantically all around me and almost tripped me twice. Willie had pulled the cushions off the swing, and I had gently lowered Dee onto them. Then the two of them stretched out, Maxine at their side, and Willie began reading a third grade primer, her head resting on Dees shoulder. 

Dee was immensely pregnant. Brenda had made it a daily ritual to rub lotion into her stomach and breasts in an effort to keep the stretch marks at a minimum. Even so, a single mark had appeared, starting at her navel and extending almost all the way to her cunt. Her bellybutton innie had become an outie.

I walked back up the hill and sat on the porch swing, watching them, and I suddenly thought that Id developed a craving for a glass of lemonade. Thats when Brenda, clad in her skimpiest swimwear, brought me that very thing, handed it to me, and stretched out next to me, her muscular legs facing away from me along the swings seat, her back resting against my shoulder. Naturally, I slid my arm around her.

Dee told me youd want a glass, she explained. I sighed. The lemonade tasted great. We sat in silence for a long time.

The architect called, she said. He says the plans are ready, and hed like to see you. She looked back over her shoulder and regarded me curiously. Why all the secrecy?

Youll find out soon enough, I told her. Id put off the addition to the house, and the plans now called for small indoor swimming pool, Jacuzzi and lap lane (Willie had commented more than once about how she missed her long swims) connected to the other side of the new rooms. I wanted to see the designs before telling the girls. It was going to cost a small fortune, but then, I guess I had one now. Id argued with myself on several occasions, but in the end, I reckoned that if Dee was ever going to enjoy her money, I would have to spend it on her behalf. Well, OUR behalf. Well . Oh, who was I kidding?

I decided to change the subject. I dont think Dees going to make it to her delivery date, I said idly.

Shes not, Brenda replied flatly. The babys coming one week from today. Tuesday, October 18th, in the early afternoon.

I looked down at her. Ah. Willie and her cards again.

When I didnt say any more, she finally looked up at me. You still dont believe, do you?

No. Wed had this discussion before.

You should really try to keep an open mind about all this, she chided.

I sighed. She was right, of course. There are countless examples in fiction in which the scientific mind has been represented as a closed mind. And in fact, there had just been too many strange events in the past few months to discount the presence of  SOMETHING; but whatever it was had to be bound by scientific roots. I am a realist. I always have been. I always will be. 

Youll have to give me a little while, I told her flatly. Im not saying Im GOING to believe in all that stuff . I just have to study it a little more first, thats all. She didnt say anything to that, and we watched Willie as she read her book to Dee. Youre probably going to tell me that she cant read her cards as well, now that Ive demanded she start reading books, I said.

Brenda shifted slightly and hesitated before answering. I dont think she really reads the cards at all, Freddy, she said. I mean, she knows how  she knows what they represent, what certain combinations are supposed to mean, stuff like that. But I really think that she actually has visions when she looks at the cards  especially when she arranges them in a circle. I think its sort of like a medium looking into a crystal ball or something. She confided in me a couple days ago that her visions arent as sharp now  not as clear. I think that the more she reads books, the less sharp her second vision will become. Eventually, I think it will be just like her REAL vision. Shell still be able to see, but not clearly; not distinctly. Does that make sense?

Yes, I said in a controlled voice. Yes, that makes sense. I wasnt giving an inch. Not yet, anyway.

She was silent for a moment before stunning me with some news. Freddy, Ive found Willies people.

Her people?

Willie told me that her aunt taught children  children from all over the world.

Children with psychic abilities, I said. Yes. I tried not to sound sarcastic.

Well, I started asking myself how they found her. How could individuals, such as the parents of gifted children, find her? How did they know about her? How did they contact her?

I looked at her blankly. Id never considered this. I did so now. The internet?

Do you remember her telling us about her aunts other slaves on the island? There was a couple from Barbados  Johnathan and Ann?

Yes .

Well, as it turns out, they werent just her slaves; they were her webmasters.

I shook my head. Wait a minute. Willie acted as if shed never even seen a microwave oven before. Are you telling me her Auntie was a psychic on the World Wide Web?

When I first started figuring this out, I asked her about the conditions on her island, Brenda told me. She said that Ann was a very good cook, but that she never used any of the true modern conveniences in her kitchen. And she told me that her aunt never allowed a television in her household  but that there was a radio. And she told me that there was a computer in Jonathan and Anns house, the servants quarters, but that she was never allowed to use it, just as she was never allowed read to books. I was stunned at this revelation.

And now, after several hours of searching, Ive found their web site, Brenda continued. Its a nice looking site. Very professional. And Freddy  I think youd better hold on to your hat  her aunt is alive!

What?!

Not so loud, Darling, she chided softly. I looked down the hill at the girls, but they obviously hadnt heard me. Brenda took a breath and went on. The web sites main page explains that Auntie Griselda, has been very ill for the last ten months due to an accident, but she is now ready to begin her training sessions again. Theres an email address  and a telephone number. She was quiet then, holding my hand, which Id laid against her right breast. 

I was utterly stunned. My mind was in turmoil. I glanced down the slope at the exotic, white-haired young woman. I felt a tingle in my loins that Id come to believe would be there for the rest of my life, every time I looked at her. But it was more than the sexual attraction. I was really in love with the girl.

Ill have to call her, I said dumbly.

Yes, Brenda said softly.

Well have to tell Willie, of course, I intoned.

Yes.

I paused a long, long moment, and I felt my weaknesses overwhelming me. 

Brenda, I cant lose her. I  we  we cant! I wont give her up!

And Brenda hugged my arm against her chest. Oh, Freddy! Youre such a silly goose sometimes! She snuck a peek at me over her shoulder, and she was smiling at me  that sexy, infuriating little smile she has. She was quiet for a minute. She turned back around and snuggled back against me. Do you trust me, Freddy?

I sighed. Yes, of course I do, I replied honestly.

You know that sometimes  well, sometimes Im just  right about things. Emotional things, I mean. Its just a feeling, I guess  intuition, maybe. You dont have to believe its something beyond the ordinary. Its something that just  IS. I didnt say anything, and she went on. So when I tell you this, Im just going to ask that you trust me, okay?

I took a breath. Okay.

Willie is one of us now. She loves you completely. Totally. And she loves me, too. And Dee, obviously. We both looked down the hill toward them. In all of the places in all of the world  THIS is one she loves the most. She will NEVER leave us. Never. And you must never question that. Her dedication to you is absolute. And your dedication as a Master must be equally strong. As long as you are here to guide us, we will always be here to follow. Now and forever.

She had rarely given such a serious speech, and I was moved. I was also convinced, and I relaxed again. She seemed to sense it, and relaxed against me, as well.

Ill call  Auntie Griselda this evening  though I know what shes going to say.

She perked up at that. What?

Shes going to say the same thing all psychics say when you phone them, I explained. Shes going to say: I knew you were going to call!

She groaned at that, and then we were quiet for many long minutes, comfortable, happy, satisfied. Once again, I thought about how my life never seemed to settle down. Just when I thought some sort of equilibrium was starting to develop, something came along to spice things up a bit. Now, even if Brenda was completely correct about her wanting to stay with us forever, I would feel obligated, at the very least, to travel with Willie to her tropical island for a reunion with the auntie she had loved so much all her life, and who was now almost literally back from the grave. And if I DID give in and start believing in this psychic shit, then that made the upcoming trip even more exotic. Was Auntie really a succubus? Was I doomed to fall under her thrall at our first meeting? Would Brenda and Dee (and the baby!) make the trip with us? (Well, of course they would!) 

Equilibrium was just as far away from my future as it always had been. Adventure continued to threaten our daily lives.

Down the hill, Willie (who now sported a pair of thick glasses Id bought her to read with) paused, held up the book, and pointed to a word. We couldnt hear them, but we saw Dee glance down and respond, giving her the word she couldnt comprehend. Willie nodded and continued reading.

I walked in on them yesterday, Brenda said quietly. They were in Dees room, and I wanted to ask Dee if I could get her anything at the store while I was out. She paused for a long moment.

Walked in on them?

Willie has  well  shes sort of found her  her position in the family. Another pause.

Ah, I said, understanding. And youre not too happy about it.

Oh, no  its really not that .

Youre top banana, I guessed. And you dont want to be.

She sighed. Im certainly the number one wife in the harem, she admitted. I wish we could all just be  equal. But thats really not possible, is it? I mean, Dees place is obviously the lowest. Shes ALWAYS going to be the most subservient. And now, Willies finally figured that out  figured out that Dee needs to be ordered about, I mean  and that she needs to be humiliated sometimes.

What were they doing? I asked. Yesterday, I mean.

She shrugged, and then oddly shivered a little. They were making love.

Tell me, I ordered.

Pause. Well, they were naked, of course, and Dee was lying on her back on the bed, her head on her pillow   and Willie was on her knees, with her whole body pressed against the headboard, her face toward the wall. Shed spread her legs far apart, and put a knee on either side of Dees face, and she was  she was grinding her  her pussy into Dees mouth. Dee was holding onto Willies butt, and she just laid there, licking and licking. I couldnt even see her face. And then . She shivered again. And then  Willie realized I was there, and she turned around and looked at me. We locked eyes, and I just stood there, looking  looking .

Yes, go on.

She turned back away, and she looked down between her knees, and she said something to Dee. I couldnt hear what it was. But it was a command. An order. And suddenly  suddenly  I WAS Willie. I mean  I could feel  feel  EVERYTHING! My body was small, and slender, and  and firm. And my breasts were  small and  and  my nipples! Oh, Freddy, my nipples were LONG and hard, and they were rubbing, rubbing against the hard wood of the headboard. And it was driving me CRAZY! And Dee wasnt just licking  she was sucking; sucking on my clit. And my clit was so LONG and hard, and it didnt feel like MY clit at all! And I thought: Dee has done this! Dee has put me into Willies body! And usually, Im just sort of along for the ride, you know? I mean, when Dee has done something to me before, I can just sort of feel what she feels  like sharing, you know? But this time  this time, I WAS Willie.

She shivered again. And then  and then the orgasm just hit me. And I mean it hit me hard! It didnt build up and up and up, like mine does. There was no warning! It knocked the breath out of me! And Dee stopped sucking on me and started licking me  licking me like crazy! And I felt my pussy clench and couple of times, and then I felt the fluids inside me just gush out! I couldnt control it! I squirted! And I ran my fingers in Dees hair, and I was coming and coming! And then  and then  and then I was sitting on the floor by the door, and I couldnt catch my breath for a minute, and I put my hand between my legs because I KNEW that Id left a big puddle on the floor, but there wasnt any, although my panties were really wet  the way I get  you know  the way I get sometimes. But there wasnt a puddle, and I couldnt understand where it had gone  my juices, I mean. But theyd gone all over Dee, of course! Because it had been Willie all along  but  oh golly, Freddy! It was amazing!

She was breathing hard and I could sense the emotion in her scantily clad body. I let her calm down. I knew she wanted me to comment, but I didnt trust myself. This  this hysterical fantasy was running rampant among the three of them. Yet, I argued with myself, it didnt seem to be doing any real harm (except for giving me a raging hard-on while I was trying to maintain a modicum of decorum). Let them entertain themselves with their delusions! And they were just delusions  werent they?

What did you do then?

We cleaned Dee up using warm washcloths, she said. And I took off my clothes, and then we just lay down on either side of her, and we touched her and held her and sucked on her big, fat nipples, and we stroked her, and finally we made her cum.

She turned her head and looked into my eyes. She suddenly looked guilty. Theres something I need to tell you, Freddy.

Oh oh. What?

Her eyes shifted. She was trying to work up the courage for a major confession. Well, you know how horny Dee has been lately .

Yes.

And you know how sensitive her breasts are? And how much she likes it when someone sucks on her nipples? I mean, a few times, Ive made her cum just by nibbling and sucking on her tits, you know? And so we suck on them  a lot. And Willie and I were just trying to please her  because we love her so much, you know?

What is it, Brenda? Whats happened?

She stole another look at me. Her milk has come in early, Freddy.

I blinked. What?

Shes lactating.

Um  Is that a problem?

Well, no. Ive read about it on the internet and in a couple books Ive bought. Its not a problem, but we shouldnt let it stop. For the babys sake, I mean. But .

But what?

She looked away again. Well, when we take her into the delivery room next week, the doctors and the nurses  theyre going to notice, of course. And theyll just naturally assume .

That I did it! I groaned.

She laid her hand on my knee. Poor Freddy. She was silent for a long moment while I stewed. But you ought to try it! She turned and looked at me again. Its  its  sweet, and it tastes  good! And she really likes it, because it turns her on; but that embarrasses her, of course. And that just turns her on even more!

I mumbled a grumble, and she laughed and just snuggled back against me. I sighed a few times, but finally we just fell silent and let the warmth of the lazy afternoon lull us. For five full minutes we said nothing at all; just looked down the hill at Willie (who looked like a million bucks in her dark blue, skimpy halter-top bikini) and Dee (who looked like  well, like a very pretty, VERY pregnant girl in HER dark green, skimpy halter-top bikini).

Finally, I broke the silence. Brenda, this isnt  normal.

She turned and looked up at me. This?

I made a gesture that I meant to take in everything. This. Us.

Us? You mean  WE arent normal?

Well  yes.

She seemed lost in thought for a few seconds. Let me get this straight, she said in her best scientific-sexy voice. I mean  for the record, here . She paused again.  I fell in love with you the first time I laid eyes on you, but you didnt ask me out for two years!

Well, I .

Dont interrupt! she snapped playfully. And when you finally DID ask me out, you turned me into your love-crazed hypnotic sex slave the very first night!

Well, I mean .

 Hush, darling! Im on a roll! She slapped my knee gently. So you fed me and bed me and eventually wed me. And the very first real girl friend I found after getting married, I decided to try and convince you to sleep with her and turn HER into your love-crazed hypnotic sex slave, too. And you put up a valiant fight, and then you practically fell all over yourself quickly doing exactly that.

Uh . 

But AH! What do you know! Even though neither of us had ever had a single homosexual thought in our collective pretty little heads, we suddenly found ourselves in deep and overwhelming lust with EACH OTHER! We found it simply impossible to keep our young hands off of one another  or off of you, of course!

Well, but .

She held up warning finger, and continued. Until  I come up with the idea that my friend would be much happier in life if she was carrying YOUR baby! And, of course, you put up another gallant fight, and you resisted with all of your strength  for a  minute or two, and then you both made like a couple of bunnies for a few months, and suddenly our family was in a family way!

But .

But WAIT! Theres MORE! she said, mimicking a TV commercial. Because my friend and I (drum roll, please!) found ANOTHER friend! And after ANOTHER gallant fight, you turned HER into your love-crazed hypnotic sex slave, as well! And what do you know! SHEs bisexual, TOO!

Well  um .

She suddenly leaned back and kissed me on the lips. And we couldnt be happier, she concluded. She turned again and settled herself back against me. Now, how could you possibly say that were not normal?

I smirked, but she was facing the other way and didnt see me, so I just remained silent for a long time. She might have thought shed overdone the sarcasm a bit, because after awhile she took my hand and started playing with it idly. Finally, she raised it to her lips and kissed my palm. Oh, Freddy, I love you so much, she whispered.

Id been thinking about something for a long while. I finally determined that this was the time. Brenda?

Yes?

A couple months ago, did you take Willie into my office without permission?

She suddenly looked down the hill at the girls. Why, the little snitch! she said accusingly.

I was silent for a moment. Im going to punish you, Brenda. 

It was her turn to pause. What are you going to do to me? she asked quietly.

Anything I want. She said it along with me and laughed. One of our little private jokes.

But then she was quiet again. And this time when she spoke, it was in a timorous whisper. What are you going to do to me?

Well, first of all, Im going to turn the bunch of bananas over.

Huh?

Just as soon as Dee is feeling up to it  a few weeks after the babys born, were going to start having our Naked Dee Days again.

Brenda nodded. Shes really missed that. Shell like playing the role of the naked, helpless, total-submissive again.

Yes, I continued. Once a week, just like we used to. But now, once a month, on a special day, YOU will play that role. You wont be top banana anymore. And just for that one day, youll be firmly on the BOTTOM of the heap. Just like Dee. Naked, helpless, obedient, subservient, submissive. For the whole day  the whole night. Youll do exactly as youre told. By ALL of us.

Her breath caught. She turned and looked at me. Her eyes twinkled. Is THAT my punishment? she asked, a cute little smile curling the corners of her lips.

No, thats just the way its going to be in the future.

She was silent for many long seconds. How about Willie? I she going to get to play our little game, too?

Sure, I responded. But lets give her a chance to get used to it. Ill let her ask me first. When she does, Ill assign HER a day of the month, too.

Brendas chest heaved slightly as she considered this. Finally, she spoke again. And whats my punishment? 

Im going to give you a command, I told her sternly. And when you hear it, you will not argue. You will not question. You will not complain. You will not try to talk me out of it. You will not comment.

She twisted her slender body and looked, puzzled, into my eyes. Then she turned once again and settled back into me, picking up my hand and playing with it, running her fingers along mine.

You will not argue, I repeated. Thats your punishment. Do you understand?

Yes Freddy.

I let her worry for another minute. Have you taken your birth control pill today?

Yes .

That will be your last one for a long time, I told her firmly.

She twisted again and looked up at me. Freddy .

Ah ah! I said warningly, holding up a forefinger for silence.

She opened her mouth, and then shut it again. Then she sat up and spun around so that we were sitting side by side. Her hands were in her lap, her head down. She sat that way for a long minute and finally looked back up at me questioningly.

Im going to make you pregnant, Brenda, I told her flatly. Even if it happens right away, there would be nine months between children. Enough time to quell any suspicious doubts among our kids later in life.

She was thoughtful and quiet for a long minute. She stared down the hill at the other girls. I could never look as good as Dee does, she said morosely. Ill be fat and ugly, and Ill waddle like a duck!

I couldnt help barking a laugh. Youre going to make a beautiful mommy, I told her. And, oh Brenda, youre going to love it! When were making love, its always going to be in the back of your mind: This could be the time! It could be happening right now! But you can never really be sure. And when were finished, and were lying next to each other, catching our breath; you cant help but wonder .

Unconsciously, she put her right palm against her bare midriff. Pregnant, she murmured. And she was quiet again, lost in thought for many long seconds.

At last, she uttered a single, whispered exclamation:

Golly!



FIRST EIGHTEEN SECONDS OF A TELEPHONE CONVERSATION  
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 11TH, 8:20 PM


Hello?

Um  Is this  um  Auntie Griselda?

Yes. Who is this, please?

My name is Frederick Fielding. Im calling from the United States.

Yes? What can I do for you Mr. Fielding?

Well, Im calling on behalf of Willie. You see, Im sort of a special friend of hers, and until just today, I was under the impression that you were . That is, we thought you had been .


Ah, yes, of course. Ive been expecting your call, Professor.



IT IS MY PLEASURE TO ANNOUNCE 


 the birth of my daughter, Elizabeth Ann Fielding, seven pounds - three ounces. Born Tuesday, October 18th at 2:05 pm. Mother and daughter are doing fine.

The time of birth may raise questions among those of you who are of a scientific and conservative mind. Ive given it some thought myself, and Ive developed a hypothesis. Dee has always been exceedingly suggestible. Do you think it might be possible that the onset of labor could be psychosomatic?



THE END

