md mf ff
"Fletcher, I think its time for me to show you some control," she whispered. "You're going to cum in about thirty seconds. You won't be able to help it or able to stop it. I'm too good for that. Do you understand me, Fletcher...because you look a little dazed?"
Fletcher's head rolled back and she heard a deep sound of pleasure escape his lips as she placed her mouth on his cock again. Her hand flicked to the base of his cock and her fingers made a tight ring around the base. She slid his cock deep inside her hot and willing mouth and started jacking her fingers up and down. She was totally and completely focused on making him cum and knew that moment was approaching as he continued to moan in total pleasure.
With a tiny fraction of her mind she thought this was just a suggestion or Fletcher's programming in action, but that thought slipped away almost as fast as it came. When she let that thought go, her pussy was instantly wet and she ground her self against Fletcher's leg, seeking contact with him. She felt a small orgasm building quickly. She moaned and he said hoarsely, "Oh god Lisa, you're too good."
Hearing his excitement empowered her. It was almost too easy, she thought, given the extent of her power and knowledge in this. She knew that no man, even Fletcher, could resist her powers and he would cum in 1...2...3...
And he did. She felt him surge against her, driving his cock deep into her mouth. She could feel his cum pumping and driving up and out of his cock. The sweet taste on her tongue was warm and luscious and she squeezed his pulsing cock to drive it all into her mouth.
Fletcher leaned back against the cabinets, breathing hard. She continued to suck his cock until she was confident she had drained him of every drop of cum. She felt his body relaxing and savored the last taste of his cum on her tongue. He slid down off the counter and kissed her long and hard on the mouth. His hand moved deliberately and slowly under her skirt and slid aside her panties. His clever fingers stroked her pussy gently and lightly at first, then with increasing speed. She came in rush, almost before she expected it.
But Fletcher wasn't done yet. She was leaning against him for support after cumming, but he marched her outside quickly. The sun was up and shining now in the courtyard. He half-carried, half-led her to a chaise in the garden. In an instant, she was flat on her back and Fletcher's face was covering her inner thighs and pussy with kisses. She looked up around her to see the sunlight filtering through the trees and the windows of building all around her. Anyone could see her having her pussy expertly and wonderfully manipulated by Fletcher. Anyone. The thought of how exposed they were made her all the more aroused. She arched her back, pressing her pussy into his face.
The orgasm he gave her was as quick, powerful, and inevitable as the one she had given him in the kitchen. She felt a surge of arousal as his tongue flickered back and forth over her swollen clit and the release of her orgasm was marked by her cries echoing in the courtyard. She blushed at the sound of someone clapping from a faraway balcony.
They left the house a little while later, stopping for Lisa to adjust her makeup and hair. She wondered where her purse had disappeared to in the previous days, but found a neat little Coach bag on the passenger seat of Fletcher's Rover as they left the townhouse. They spent most of the cool and gloriously autumnal morning shopping in Chelsea. They were in an out of galleries all morning, and Lisa found the next of her triggers, almost by accident.
She was walking arm in arm with Fletcher when she spotted three friends she knew from the slightly incestuous world of art criticism. They were girls her age; all of them either artists or gallery types who Lisa often felt were friendly more from fear than affection. Zoe, the prettiest of the lot said cattily, "Oh, Lisa hiiii...we were just going to lunch...we were going to call you but it just slipped my mind!" She said this with an arch look at Fletcher.
Lisa felt the usual knot of tension she experienced in these situations melt away instantly. Her normal defense would have been to make an equally catty reply, but she was amazed by her calm rejoinder.
She made gracious introductions all around, and caught Fletcher's approving glance as she let her insecurities be replaced by complete confidence. Zoe was having none of it, though, and tried again to rile her. She gave Fletcher another look and said, "So, Fletcher you're Lisa's..."
"Uncle?" offered one of the other girls.
Lisa gave our a bubbling laugh and said, "Fletcher's my boyfriend, Zoe...you've just been dating too many teenage bridge and tunnel boys."
Fletcher was charming but slightly dismissive of the lot of them.
As they walked away, Lisa said, "Fletcher, that was so weird. I normally would have had a total catfight with those girls. But I felt so..."
"At ease? Confident? Good," he replied. "I hope you didn't think all of the programming and brainwashing was going to be sexual. I've got lots of ways to modify your thinking, Lisa."
She realized then that she did feel more confident. Small things that would normally have worried her or caused her some anxiety were simply...gone. The feeling buoyed her spirits all through the morning - aided by Fletcher's picks for her at Prada and Miu Miu. He seemed to like shopping with her and he steered her choices with a kind but firm approach. He was clearly buying her what he wanted her to wear, and she found that strangely gratifying.
Edvard and Caitlyn joined them for lunch at an absurd Spanish restaurant near the old Chelsea Hotel, with Fletcher ordering a pitcher after pitcher of sweet, wonderful sangria. She was happy to see them again, and felt like she was in a comfortable new world where Fletcher ran things his way and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Lunch finished, she and Caitlyn navigated their way to the bathroom. The main business of sangria processing finished, Caitlyn and Lisa stood side by side at the mirrors adjusting their makeup. Caitlyn glanced sideways at her while Lisa stood applying a fresh coat of lipstick. If she was applying more than usual, and with greater concentration, she hardly noticed it due to the wetness of her pussy and a now-familiar sense of arousal.
As she watched the deep garnet lipstick coat her full, pouty mouth she felt the arousal spread through her quickly and desperately wanted to slip her hand into her soaking wet panties to relieve the sexual tension building within her.
Caitlyn interrupted her reverie. "So I was wondering all week whether we'd see you again..." she said, "And whether you'd tell me what its like."
Lisa started. She didn't know how much Fletcher's friends knew about her or about the process. The uncertainty was both frightening and arousing. She hesitated.
"What...Fletcher is like?" she stuttered.
Caitlyn laughed, "Lisa, what it's like being his possession. Don't be coy."
Lisa laughed nervously and snapped, "I'm not his..." then trailed off. She felt herself shaking, feeling a sweeping sense of shame filling her mind. She knew she was lying to Caitlyn and lying to herself by denying it.
Lisa felt the shame and anxiety leave her completely. "Oh, Caitlyn," she cried, "I'm...so...so...complete. He's just amazing in bed and while getting here was so rough I love him. I love how I feel. I just want him to keep me feeling this way forever."
Caitlyn smiled broadly, "I know, sweetie. You can't believe how jealous I am."
"Jealous? Of me and Fletcher?"
"No, Lisa, of you going through the process. Edvard is going to put me through it soon...I can't wait. I'm very submissive to him, but from what I can tell, Fletcher's taken it to a whole new level. Fletcher's going to help him."
Lisa's knees felt weak and she stared in amazement at Caitlyn. Caitlyn, whom she had at first thought was an icy bitch, had the same desire she did...the same need to be controlled. And...Caitlyn knew about the process.
"You know about how it works?" Lisa asked incredulously.
"I know they've done a lot of research on brainwashing and hypnosis and mind control. I know that Fletcher's theory is that by attaching arousal to every part of the process that it makes any woman susceptible."
Lisa laughed, "I don't think I'll tell you the details, but the arousal part is true. It's true about every five minutes of the day."
Caitlyn breathed in a deep, ragged breath. Her pupils were enormous. "When...you obey something he tells you...you cum?"
"Not always right away, but it's never too far off. When I was putting on lipstick just now...you can't believe how horny it was making me."
"Really?"
"Really. I can't help it." She turned back to the mirror and started applying her lipstick again, feeling Caitlyn's gaze on her.
Caitlyn reached over and turned Lisa towards her, taking the lipstick from her hand. Lisa's heart was pounding and she was looking up at Caitlyn's slate-gray eyes with fascination.
"Let me," said Caitlyn. She cupped Lisa's chin in one long, thin hand and brandished the lipstick with the other.
Lisa's eyes closed as she felt Caitlyn guide the lipstick over her mouth, then flew open as Caitlyn kissed her, slipping her tongue lightly and swiftly past Lisa's deeply painted mouth.
Her hand moved on its own accord under Caitlyn's skirt, surprised to find Caitlyn's pussy was as soft and warm as her own. Caitlyn didn't shave, but the hair was a fine and soft as cashmere.
Caitlyn put down the lipstick and reciprocated. Lisa's orgasm was maddeningly close as Caitlyn's long fingers slid inside her. One, then another, then a third, filled her pussy as Caitlyn's thumb rotated slowly around her clit. She frantically squirmed and did her best to push Caitlyn into the same kind of frenzy. Caitlyn came in seconds, a gentle sighing ripple of pleasure filling her as she leaned against Lisa.
Caitlyn's warm breath on her neck was almost insanely arousing to Lisa now. She had played the occasional lesbian game in college, her overwhelming preference was men. But the moment and the confession of her desires and her conditioning by Fletcher was too much to be ignored.
She came with surprising strength and felt her pussy drawing tight around Caitlyn's hand. She cried out loud enough for anyone in the restaurant to hear, but was beyond caring. She felt the release of tensions that had been building for hours as the orgasm illuminated all her senses.
They looked at each other nervously, then started to laugh with almost hysterical energy. A few minutes later they encountered Fletcher and Edvard, tackling another pitcher of Sangria. Fletcher gave her a penetrating, sly glance that made her panties wet all over again. She worried that they had heard or that they could tell she and Caitlyn had just spontaneously decided to play one of the strangest and hottest sex games of her life.
His look was so intense, that as they sat down at the table she felt impossibly aroused again. She leaned against Fletcher's shoulder as he and Edvard told stories about someone they knew in the Ukraine. She felt his hand rest on her knee, then slide up her thigh with the kind of almost agonizing patience she associated with him.
He poured her more Sangria with one hand as the other arrived at her already swollen and soaking pussy. His wry expression returned and she felt again as if Fletcher knew everything about her, every secret, every trick, everything that made her who she was. She blushed furiously, feeling as if she was completely exposed. His hand was touching her so lightly and delicately that she felt she would faint.
He did all this without missing a beat in the reminiscence he and Edvard were sharing. She felt him slowly stroking her pussy and came silently but powerfully. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second to keep from crying out.
The rest of the afternoon was a pleasant haze of stories, more shopping (she had a vague memory of a lingerie store and a very large American Express bill with Fletcher's name on it), a stop at Dean and DeLuca for dinner items, and a return to townhouse. Edvard called Marcy and Alan and they met up for another night like the one in Maine.
They stood in the kitchen, cooked, drank wine, and talked and talked for hours on end. She and Caitlyn brushed up against one another from time to time, sharing a secret smile. Fletcher held her hand as they talked. Lisa was as happy as she had ever been...even happier than in Maine, as she now felt more content and more complete than at any other time in her entire life.
And it all turned even more perfect when Fletcher leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Lisa, I am very much in love with you."
When the others left, they practically raced up the stairs. "I'm sweaty from cooking. I need a shower," Fletcher said. He disappeared into the bathroom and she heard the shower start.
While Fletcher was in the bathroom, Lisa noticed a pink box on the bed, wrapped in a wide white satin ribbon.
"Hmmmm..." she thought, "Goodies for me." The ribbon melted in her hand as she untied it and she noticed that she was vastly more in touch with sensations of every kind since she met Fletcher. She lifted the lid of the box and saw a sea of shimmering white lingerie. A satin corset, intricately laced and lovely, was the most obvious item. White silk stockings...and a pair of sexy little bedroom heels. She smiled at the indulgence of it all, then felt Fletcher standing behind her, still warm from the shower.
"I feel confident you like it," he whispered.
"Oh, Fletcher, it's wonderful...it's all so beautiful."
"All the more so with you wearing it."
He tightened the laces and attached the stockings to their garters, hearing her sharp exhalation of breath. He kissed her neck and back as he did so. She stepped into the heels, gaining a few inches. She liked kissing him a litter higher than usual. She posed herself on the bed like a courtesan, giving Fletcher her best come-hither look. He came hither. As he neared the bed, he swept the wide satin ribbon up in one hand and dangled it before her.
She felt a little shudder of pleasure pass through her, as she always did before they made love. Fletcher could give her a single look like the one he gave her now and she would be swept away, in part because his intentions were at times utterly unreadable. But now, as he slipped the ribbon over her eyes and tied it tightly, she knew that she was in for something new.
"Mmmm, you're like a white goddess right now, Lisa. And I want to simply worship every part of your body right now. You just need to listen to something while I do so." She felt his warm hands slip the earpieces in, and for the first few seconds heard only the sound of a woman's quiet, deep breathing. It was the woman again, the Miami hypnotist. Lisa's mind was divided by the first words from the hypnotist and Fletcher.
"Oh God, Fletcher..." she was cut off in mid-sentence as he kissed down the length of her neck, pausing to teasingly kiss her nipples. His weight on her body made her feel even more aroused and as his mouth moved over her pussy she felt a lightness and pleasure unlike ever before. Fletcher's tongue was like fire on the lips of her pussy as he went down on her, taking his patient time as always. She heard the woman's voice telling her to concentrate, and started listening more intently. She was able to divide her attention for a few moments, but the pleasure of Fletcher's tongue seemed to merge into the words of the female hypnotist.
"Now, Lisa...its easy to let yourself listen to Mistress Miranda as we begin the next phase of your training..."