Author’s note: Now for a little fun.
The taste of my first success increased my desire for more. Being able to look up her skirt from my window and see her bare pussy was fabulous but it was not enough.
I stayed awake the next several nights crafting dreams of being dominated in her mind. Time to see if I could shape a slave out of this sexy creature.
I gave her a dream of a commanding male figure telling what she should do. I made her be turned on by this man and even more aroused by obeying his commands. For the male figure I gave her an image of me, but I did not allow her to recognize this man’s face or even figure out whom this man represented.
I had give the man a blow job and had her reach an orgasm again and again as he fill her mouth with his seed. I had her associate the feeling of the man’s cock was in her mouth with the feeling of a cock in her pussy. I had the man bend her over a table fuck her up the ass. “From now on, the nerves in your mouth and your ass are attached to your pussy.”
I let her see a gold chain around his neck with a small skeletal key on it that had a strange shaped 'handle' on it. After several nights of this, I allowed her to make out that the strange shape of the handle due to the fact that it was shaped into her initials (by this time I had found a jeweler to make me such a key and could project an accurate picture of it.) The more she saw this key, the more she realized this key was a key to her ownership. Whoever held this key would rule her and make her enjoy every minute of it. When she saw the key in the man’s hand, she would know who the master of her life was.
The first two nights I let her think of this as only a dream. I reassured her mind that it was only a fantasy and not to be alarmed. The following three nights, I gave her the impression that it was becoming more real and might have some root to happenings in her life.
I began adding thoughts of how Mike would be the perfect guy to confide in. She needed someone to share her troubled thoughts with. Having Mike to bounce these dreams off would be a good way to find out what these dreams could mean and whether she should give them any weight in her life. He seemed like he would be a good confidant. He could add some clarity to these dreams she was having. As a mater of fact, she would trust what he had to say and would follow his advice. Until the time she could figure this dream stuff out, she should not get involved with any man.
As an afterthought, I gave her the idea to go out and buy some toys to help keep her satisfied until she could have a man inside her again. I put the idea in her mind to get so excited looking at the dildos that she would buy something bigger than she thought would fit in her. A placed in her mind the image of one large dildo (I didn't give it a specific size because I was curious as to what she would buy) and one six inch dildo that was one-inch diameter. These would be fun to tease her with later. To get her to use the larger dildo, I pushed the idea that no matter how hard she tried she would not be able to reach an orgasm with the smaller dildo or any less than four fingers in her pussy. I was saving the smaller one for her ass even though she did not know this yet.
I pressed on, “No dildo or amount of fingers will bring complete satisfaction. The more times you get off with the dildo, the more you will need a real cock inside you. The next cock that enters you will send you to higher heights than you have ever reached.”
About the fifth day of these thoughts, I added a second necklace with an identical but smaller key. This was for future fun and games. In case I ever wanted to share her with someone.
I reinforced again how getting into sexual embarrassing or humiliating situations actually turned her on.
Several days later, I saw her coming down the hall with a bag in her hand.
"Hi, Sue" I greeted her.
As soon as she saw me she hid the bag behind her back and turned several shades of red.
"Hello Mike, how are you doing?" She tried to nonchalantly tuck the bag into her coat as she talked. Before it was out of sight, I thought I recognized the interlocked male and female symbol on the bag as from one of the more classy adult bookstores. "Ah, I was wondering … do you have time for a beer with me?" She added as an afterthought.
"Sure, you look a little tired." I told her with concern on my face.
"Yeah, been having some strange dreams lately." she said as we headed into her apartment. As soon as we were in the door she headed to her bedroom to deposit her coat and bag of goodies.
Her place was obviously more together than mine. My mismatching furniture, beer stained rug, and various sports and porn posters were somewhat lacking to her matching living room set, table with four matching chairs and framed pictures hanging on her wall. Even what I did spend my money on, computer, TV and stereo system, looked junky because of the various wires and video game boxes attached to them and the coffee cups and beer bottles covering them.
"Wow, you really made this place look nice."
"Thank you, Mike. I think you're the first guy to ever notice," she said smiling at me.
We made some small talk about winter being almost over and how we were doing in our school terms. Nothing was said about dreams again until I got up to leave.
"Do you think dreams can have any real meaning?" she asked, blushing as she talked.
"Well sure, especially if they are reoccurring."
"They do, like what?" she asked.
"Well if I kept dreaming about a chocolate Sunday with sprinkles on top, it would most probably indicate that I was craving a chocolate Sunday with sprinkles on top." I tired to make this seem light and humorous, but I hoped she would connect it to her dreams and her desires. "What are your dreams about?" I asked.
"Ahh ... well ... nothing important," obvious still hesitant to talk to me about them. “Maybe we can talk more about this again sometime?" she asked.
"Sure, anytime. Mike the dream interpreter at your service." I gave a mock bow as I headed out the door. The bow helped to hide the erection I was sprouting thinking of Sue at my beck and call.
Sue and I got together several more times the next few days. If my mom had seen how clean my apartment had become during this time, she would have told you that Sue was having a good influence on me. I even temporarily took down my centerfolds pinned on the wall and put away my various porn magazines I had out. I threw out the bottles and even did all my dishes. When she was over my apartment, I wanted her to feel relaxed with me..
I could tell the dreams were working. Sue was becoming more comfortable with me. I did not push the dream business again because I felt it would be more powerful if she brought it up. She did share stuff with me that I didn't give a hoot about, like when she had her period and who had hit on her that day. Finally on the sixth day of this she started opening up with some of the feeling she was having lately.
“Mike, would you like to come over?” she asked when she met me in the hall.
Who could say no to her in her form fitting jeans and her breasts trying to escape the pale yellow one-piece cotton top stretched tightly over them. The four inch heeled boots pushing her ass up at just the right angle added to the draw.
"Yes,” I amiably agreed.
Mike is such a good guy to share with. It’s strange that I never thought of talking with him until recently. Tom would never have listened to half of what Mike has. I wonder if I could tell him about my dreams, or at least these crazy waves of arousal I have been having. "Mike, you remember a few days ago when I invited you over for beer?"
I nodded.
"Well, it had been a really strange day. I hadn't been able to wear my panties for a few days before that because of a rash," well here I go. "Well that wasn't even the strangest part." I could feel the blush rise from my breasts to the top of my head. I better keep going or else I will chicken out. "You see, whenever the wind would blow on my pussy ..." I can't believe I used that word. I mean that is what I have been calling it since I fed it the other day but still, "I … I .. I mean my virigna."
"You can call it a pussy if you want," smiled Mike. "I kind of like the sound of that over virigna. 'Cunt' would also be a good name for it. Especially among friends."
I knew he would be understanding. Yet 'cunt' sounds so vulgar to me. Still if Mike likes that name it must be OK to use. He understands these kinds of things. I mean he is my friend. "Well whenever a breeze blew on my .. cunt, " that wasn't so bad a word, "I would start getting aroused."
"Do you still have this problem, well not really a problem but this situation?"
That's right it wasn't really that bad a problem. "Well, yes and no."
"Yes and No?"
"The rash doesn't come back anymore, but I still like to go without panties for fun … and … and breeze on my virrr.. cunt, it gets me wet."
"I remember the first time I had bagels and cream cheese.” Where the hell was he going with this I wondered? “I had always thought cream cheese looked so disgusting that I never tried it. Once I found out how good it was, I had bagels and cream cheese every morning for a week. I still enjoy them. I never would have known until I tried them."
Could he think that I have always liked doing things like this and just never knew. No way … well I guess I never had gone around without panties before. Especially in a skirt … shit, just thinking of a breeze on my vir .. cunt makes me wet.
"It may not be the breeze," continued Mike. "Maybe you have an exhibitionist streak in you that you are only now discovering," he said with a laugh.
I know he is only joking. He couldn't be serious. He has been correct so far. I know I like to tease guys, making them guess what is under the clothes I am wearing. I just thought only sluts like to publicly expose themselves. Fuck, if that is true, I am going to have to be careful. I wouldn't want to have someone I know think I was a slut. Am I a slut?
"You look a little confused Sue. Are you OK?" Mike asked.
"No .. Yes .. well a little, all these ideas are so knew to me."
"I was not implying that you want to just go walking around nude for the whole world to see. You probably just feel the need occasionally. By the color of your face, I think even the embarrassment must increase this arousal."
He is right about me being embarrassed, and shit, I am getting very wet. What is happening to me?
"Anyways, you wouldn’t be the only woman that feels this way. Last week, a woman came over to my window and stood over it. She was wearing a mini skirt and she wasn't wearing any panties," he laughs. "I never saw her face but I sure got a few up the skirt pictures of her. I mean if she was willing to flash me like that I didn't think she mind me snapping a few pictures."
Shit, shit, shit. I was standing over his window when I looked at that cat, wasn't I? Shit, he took pictures … I wonder if I should tell him it was me …
"She must have been some turned on by it, judging by the cum dripping down her legs." He sure found this humorous. “I made them into a screen saver on my computer.”
What can I say to distract him before he figures out from our conversation it was me giving him the peep show. Wait, did he just say screen saver? You mean my vir.. pus.. cunt is being displayed for anyone to see. I am burning up with embarrassment and yet my nipple must be poking through my shirt. I nee to change the topic, I ask him about my dream, "Ah, Mike. Remember me telling you about having some ah strange dreams?"
"Oh yes, you were asking me if what you dream had any bearing on the real world," He looked so sincerely at me as I said this.
"Yes, well I have been having some very strange and erotic dreams lately," I continued. What has gotten into me? This subject isn’t any safer, as a matter of fact it is worse. Her it is I have only been talking to Mike for a few weeks and I am sharing things I would have told my best friend about. Strange I used to consider him too much of a looser to even give the time of day. He is a really good listener though. I love talking to him and he has given me such good insight. Shit, he is just sitting there patiently waiting for me to continue. What am I going to say.
"Well there is this guy in my dreams who tells me to do things I never would consider doing and I do them." How red is my blush now, forget the puddle forming on my chair.
"Do you recognize the guy?" he asked.
He sounded slightly nervous but I am sure I would if some guy started telling me about his wet dream. I am sure I would think the creep was dreaming about me. Surely Mike doesn’t think I was dreaming about him, that's a laugh …. Well maybe not as far fetched as I would of thought a month ago. He is kind of cute and sexy. He kind of looks like that masterful guy ….
"Ah hem," he clears his throat.
"I'm sorry, I, ah, was just thinking about the dream and, ah .., No!" I just about yelled out that last word. Surely I wasn't dreaming about Mike owning me.
"How does he control you?"
"Well he has a key that, ah, the key has my initial on it and, ah.. actually there are two keys. Well anyways, ah .., I know this sounds kooky but whoever controls that keys controls me."
“Key? Mmm …” He seems to think the key is very significant. “I wonder if the key allows you the freedom of obeying him without feeling you have any choice.”
“What?” I mutter.
“Well let’s say you do have an exhibitionist streak in you, just for an example. Maybe you would like to do this but have to many hang-ups to actual flash someone. Well the key would allow you to do these types of acts and not be responsible for them. It would be the person holding the keys fault.”
I really like exposing myself in public? I like doing these acts?
“If the key,” he continues, “makes you obey that person no matter what they told you or no matter how disgusting the act, you would be free to experience it without any guilt. Sure it may still be humiliating but as we discussed earlier, that humiliation is part of the excitement.”
A key can have that much control over me? Make me do anything? The feeling of humiliation excites me? I am sure glad that key only exists in my dreams.
“What about the second key, the slightly smaller one?” I ask.
“You must like the idea that he could give this away to some stranger and you would have to obey that person. The smaller size indicates to me that the man’s key would still be the mater key to you.”
Man, he sure has this all figured out. And it does make sense. But would I really like to be used by some stranger? It would be humiliating and ..
"What kind of things does he make you do?" Mike interrupted my thoughts.
"Like he makes me give him blow jobs and he fucks me up the ass and ah … expose myself in public and ah … well makes me humiliate myself." I can't believe I am getting turned on just thinking about these acts.
“And are you hurt by doing these things?"
"No, I loveee," shit I am going to loose it just talking about this. "I loovveee obbeyyiinng hhiiimmm. Ahhhh, I got to, ahhhhh, go to the, ahhhh, bathroom." I can feel my cunt spasming, sucking my thong panties deep within me as I rush to the bathroom. I need to feed the pussycat.
Got to get the door closed. Why hadn't I worn a skirt, it would have been much easier to access and feed the pussy. Look at the wet spot on these. I wonder if Mike noticed … "Ahhhh, yess …." shit that was a little louder than I wanted it to be. "Ahhh ….," the forth finger really helps. What's that pounding noise … shit that's my ass pounding on the floor between thrusts.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Shit he's got to be able to hear me, "Ahhhhhhhh!", probally could hear me next door. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!, Yesss, YESSSSSSSS!"
Knock,knock. Whhat? Awww, I must have passed out.
"Are you OK in there?" Shit, what does he think of me now? What a mess.
"Ah just a minute, I slipped on, ... ahh ..., water and, ... ahh ..., bumped my head," I replied. I can't go out there like this, My jeans are soaked, my thong panties are ripped up. I know, I'll just put on my robe. Have to be careful not to bend over in this robe, especially with no panties on. It barely covers my ass.
"Should I call an ambulance or anything?"
"NO!, thanks but I am OK. I'll be right out." Shit it smell like wet pussy in here. "Could you get me a drink?" What I really need is his cock rammed up my cunt.
“Sure,” he replies.
“My jeans are soaked from the water. Hope you don’t mind the robe.” From the bulge in his pants I spotted as I came back into the kitchen area, I could tell he didn’t mind it one bit. “When I entered the bathroom, I must have knocked over the bucket of water I had laundry soaking in.” Lame excuse but the only one I could come up with.
“I am just glad you were alright, I herd a ruckus in there and wasn’t sure what had happened.”
“Shit,” I said as I knocked a pencil off the desk and bent down to pick it up. My God, I just purposely knocked that pencil off. I am sure he is getting a good shot of my ass and, mmm …, a good shot of my pussy. Maybe I’ll just give it a little wiggle… I can’t believe how horny I am again.. My finger and my dildo are just not enough. I need a real cock in me. Shit it is a turn on to flash my ass at him.
“I know that pencil has to be here somewhere,” I tell Mike. Zippp! Is that what I think it is?
“I think I need to sharpen my pencil,” I can hear Mike say as he approaches me from behind. My God he’s not going to … Oh he better I need it so much.
“You want this,” he asks as I turn around. He is holding out his beautiful, luscious cock.
“Yes,” I speak back at him. I can’t believe how much I want it. I have never craved a cock inside me more.
“You are going to have to blow me good to get it.”
“I don’t put anybody’s cock in my mouth.” How dare he ask me to do that? That is disgusting … mmm . How could he …. Shit he is pulling up his pants. “Wait, ah .., what are you doing?”
“No kissy on Dicky, then no fucky on pussy.”
“Please Mike, please,” I beg. I have never begged to get screwed before. Men were the one who had to beg me. But he is covering up that gorgeous cock that I need so bad, I have never been so desperate. Maybe just a quick kiss and he will screw me. “OK, just a quick kiss,” I tell him pleading with my eyes.
“No quick kiss, I want you to take it completely in your mouth,” he demanded. Well at least he stopped pulling up his boxers.
“I’ll do my best.” How humiliating, how much of a fucken turn on. How am I going to get his whole cock into my mouth. It is, oh my …, it is just like in my dreams, I can feel his cock in my pussy while I am kissing him up. It feels so good to have his cock in my mouth. He screwing my face like he was fucking my cunt and it feels so good. I did even know I could swallow a cock like that but it just comes so naturally. I can feel his balls slapping my chin, maybe I can get a tongue around those jewels while I slurp his cock. What have I been m issing … I am so close to loosing it …. again …. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Yessss! YESSSSSS! I can feel him squirting it down my throat, that is so disgu … so good … so delicious … I can’t take it anymore …..
I didn’t plan to go this far today. It has happened faster than I thought it would. I thought I might loose her when I told her to give me a blow job, and what a good one at that. She must of learned a few things from her dream.
Only one more step to ownership. While she is out, I will enter her subconsciousness to seal the deal.
“Silly Susie Slut,” I tell her in my mind. “You forgot you got Mike a present. The one in the plain cardboard two inch square jewelry box. (I wanted her to be able to visualize the box) Here you had wrapped in red wrapping for him and you forgot it on the dresser. You will have to remember to give it to him when you awaken. You will forget what is in it but when he opens it.