She woke the next morning to the sound of water running in the Fletcher’s bath. She could feel his warm spot in the bed next to her. Her pussy was still swollen from the night before, though her memory was somewhat blurry from dinner onward. She was now beyond caring how Fletcher manipulated her mind. The pleasure of it and of him was growing increasingly addictive.
She walked into the bathroom to find him swirling his hand in an enormous bathtub full of steaming hot water that was frothy with bubbles. Her eyes widened with pleasure. He undressed her slowly, removing the lingerie from last night with his usual uncanny dexterity.
He lowered her into the tub. The water was just this side of too hot but she felt the warmth instantly penetrate her body and she reveled in the pleasure of it. The bubbles were up to her neck and she felt so deeply relaxed as Fletcher bathed her. She reveled in every second of his hands on her, soaping her body, washing her hair, massaging her in the hot water. She loved the feeling of his hand pushing a wall of soapy foam over her full breasts. When her turned on the jets of the tub she let him position her over one that pumped directly at her pussy. She came and came again and again with the hot water driving her nearly mad. When she felt she could cum no more, Fletcher would firmly but gently reposition her over the jet until her eyes rolled back as she came.
When he felt she had cum enough, Fletcher brought her a mimosa and read amusing articles from the Times as they planned their day. It seemed Fletcher wanted to take her shopping again today.
“For what, dear?” she said teasingly.
“Oh, shoes, perfume, lingerie…girl stuff for you,” he replied.
She closed her eyes tightly and whispered, “I’m dreaming I’m dreaming I’m dreaming.”
She stirred in the bathwater. “Any time you’re ready, Fletcher.”
He dried her with an amazingly large and soft towel. She was suddenly aroused by the fact that Fletcher’s hands were so warm on her skin.
He smiled and said, “Well, your clothes are waiting in the next room but I think first you need to help me with something.” She could feel his erection and knew what he needed. She unzipped his pants and pushed him roughly back against the basin. She felt more aggressive sexually today than she had before. She wanted his cock in her hand...her mouth…her pussy. She was practically tearing at his pants now, driven to please him instantly.
His cock slipped into her hand easily and she wanted so much to make him cum that she hurried him along, gripping the base of his shaft tightly. She felt him surge in her hand and knew she was pleasing him. She looked at him intently, silently begging him to cum. She found her eyes drifting down to his cock as she felt the first slick precum gathering at the head of his cock. She felt a strange, driving need to see him cum. Her hand was a blur when he came. It was sudden and intense and she bent to catch his cum in her mouth.
The next day, Fletcher rose early. “I’m flying up to Boston for the morning for a quick meeting. But you won’t be alone today.”
She felt a pang at the thought of being without him for the day.
“Who’s keeping me company?” she said demurely.
“You’ll see. She stayed in the guest room downstairs last night.”
“What?”
He laughed and kissed her on the forehead. “Just treat her orders as you would mine.”
Slightly apprehensive, Lisa showered and dressed, wondering who Fletcher had selected to baby-sit her and what he meant by “Treat her orders as you would mine.” The thought of obeying Fletcher’s orders on any issue made her dreamy and aroused. She took the removable showerhead down and set the flow to a strong pulsing jet. She leaned her head against the marble wall and spread her legs to admit the showerhead. The intensity of the jet of hot water was almost too much for her and she was overwhelmed by the pressure of it. She let the fantasy of obedience grow in her mind and the hot water flowing over her pussy rapidly pushed her over the edge.
When she walked downstairs into the kitchen she saw an elegant woman sitting at the coffee table reading the newspaper. She was tall, and dressed in a long, narrowly cut skirt and a creamy white blouse. Lisa could see very tall, dangerous stilettos on her feet.
“Hi, I’m Lisa,” she said casually.
In an instant the woman was on her feet, moving with a frightening swiftness. She caught Lisa’s hands behind her back, spun her around and pushed her down onto the butcher-block counter. From nowhere she produced a riding crop. Before Lisa could react she felt it sting her across the ass.
“You will greet me and address me only as Mistress Miranda until given permission to do otherwise.”
Lisa, still stinging from the crop, could hardly speak, “But…”
Another sharp snap. Her backside was burning now.
“Mistress Miranda.”
“But I…”
Another strike, this one harder than before. Lisa felt hot tears rushing up.
“Yes, Mistress Miranda,” she sobbed.
Miranda’s demeanor instantly softened. “I like to teach submissives a little lesson right off the bat to make things clear.”
“I’m here to teach you some skills and some tricks, Lisa. Fletcher has hired me as…well, let’s just call me a consultant in his project to brainwash you.”
Lisa stared, fascinated at the existence of a world here people could hire a dominatrix as a consultant and where the dominatrix treated it as if she were a consultant at a paper mill or an advertising agency.
“Lisa you’ve been listening to me on mp3 for a while now.”
Lisa nodded.
“Listening to me take you into a deep hypnotic space where I help program you for Fletcher’s pleasure. You rarely remember those sessions because you’re told not to. But the work we’re doing together today you will remember. In fact you will remember it so well that the experience we have together will seem like it has taken place over a year rather than just one day.”
“I’m going to train you to take care of your Master in certain ways. You see Lisa, Fletcher is a true dominant. His power is so complete and so natural that it isn’t like these fake doms out there who demand to be called “Master” without earning it. Fletcher has the mental acuity and finesse that makes him a natural example of the dominant male.”
Lisa flushed, feeling her pussy swell with pleasure at Miranda’s glowing description of her Master. “Oh Miranda...” Miranda smacked the back of Lisa’s hand sharply. Lisa started again, feeling the sharp sting and a paradoxical rush of pleasure. “Mistress Miranda…he’s so powerful and so assured…I just melt when he commands me.”
“Good girl. But to really please a man like Fletcher you need to give him something unexpected. You need to sometimes let him relax and enjoy your control.”
“But Mistress Miranda…” She noted Miranda’s smile. “I’m not dominant…I’m so submissive…and even more now.”
“Lisa, if Fletcher asked you to give him a lapdance, would you?” Before Lisa could answer, Miranda continued, “You would, even if giving a lapdance was something you’ve never done. You’d do it to please him. You might not know how. You might be embarrassed by it. But as a submissive, you would not only give him that lapdance, but you’d enjoy the embarrassment and uncertainty of it.”
Lisa felt herself blushing continuously. She felt the realization dawning on her slowly. It blossomed in her mind like a flower and she smiled broadly.
“So dominating Fletcher is a way of submitting to him?” It seemed slightly paradoxical but by now Lisa was comfortable in situations of moral ambiguity.
“Precisely. Topping from the bottom is the heart of so much BDSM. Now, I’m going to teach you a few simple inductions and tricks that will make you confident enough to start taking Fletcher. I’m going to help you with it the first few times but you’ll be confident enough soon to give him deep trances.”
Let’s begin with the understanding that Fletcher has forgotten more about hypnosis than most men will ever know. He’s studied brainwashing, hypnosis, NLP, and every other discipline in this field. He’s wily and smart. Your inductions will need to have a little something to offset his knowledge…to lull him into a sense of amusement or security.”
“And for that, I’m going to introduce you to the basics of hypnosis…including…” Miranda laughed, a low throaty purr of devious humor. “The cheese.”
Lisa was puzzled, “The cheese?”
Miranda smiled broadly, “You’ll see…in the mean while Lisa, I curious why you haven’t offered to come over here for my inspection…do you want another spanking?”
Lisa cast her eyes down instantly, “No Mistress Miranda…” She walked over to the dominatrix and felt herself being appraised by Miranda’s critical eye. She knew that Fletcher loved her looks and her body, but Miranda made her feel as if she were being weighed and measured like a racehorse. Miranda’s gaze was cool and detached and Lisa felt herself blushing deeply.
Miranda turned Lisa’s face from side to side, examining her skin and hair. She felt the firmness and heft of Lisa’s breasts. She ran a perfect nail from Lisa’s breastbone down her tummy, easily pushing aside Lisa’s sheer panties. Lisa felt her knees buckling as Miranda slid that same finger down to her moist and throbbing pussy. Miranda drew spirals around Lisa’s clit and watched intently as Lisa moaned in pleasure. Just as Lisa felt her second orgasm of the morning building, Miranda withdrew the finger and slid it past Lisa’s lips. She could taste the sweetness of her own juices on Miranda’s long finger.
Lisa moaned in pleasure and confusion.
Miranda smiled and drew back.
“Now, we’ll begin with a little basic instruction in stage hypnosis…”
Fletcher returned from Boston in late that night. Driving rains had slowed his departure from Boston, delayed the Shuttle’s landing in New York, and then his drive into the City took over an hour due to an accident in the Midtown Tunnel. Lisa knew that Fletcher ordinarily took work stress in stride, but when he entered the townhouse she noticed a dark expression on his face. Even Fletcher’s famous equanimity had its limits.
“The traffic is absurd! What is WRONG with these people? I am calling Bloomberg tomorrow because this is fucking…”
He stopped in mid-sentence.
Lisa and Miranda were sitting in the library in two leather club chairs. They wore identical long skirts and tailored black jackets. Their makeup was exaggerated and overdone. Behind them a small stage with a single chair had been erected. A single theatrical light illuminated that stage. Fletcher’s eyes were wide with surprise.
“Ladies? Just what is going on here?” he asked.
Miranda replied, “Why Fletcher…Mistress Lisa is going to perform one of her famous stage hypnosis shows. And you sound like a man who needs to relax and have a little fun…”
He smiled wryly. “Mistress Lisa, is it?”
Miranda replied “Yes, Fletcher…she’s really quite accomplished. Now be a good sport and have a seat on stage.”
Fletcher laughed and said, “Well, I’ll play along…but Miranda…”
Miranda shot him a look, secretly communicating that he should do nothing to reduce Lisa’s confidence. Fletcher found himself seated on the stage, guided by Miranda.
Lisa approached the stage, looking as if she were more than a little confident…Fletcher noticed an almost hungry look in her eyes.
She removed a shiny silver Tiffany bracelet from her wrist and said, “Fletcher, this is a magical night for you…you will realize that no matter how much you know about hypnosis, you’re just as easily taken as anyone else when you see a bright, sparkling object in front of your eyes.” Every one of them noticed her voice was clear and had a easy rolling cadence to it.
Fletcher suppressed the grin that was trying to play across his face. She took the silver bracelet and held it by the clasp. The engraved medallion on the end caught the pinpoint ceiling lights from many angles and Lisa took another step towards him.
She confidently smiled at Fletcher and said, “This won’t hurt a bit” in a wry voice. She began to swing the medallion back and forth, close to Fletcher’s eyes. She felt a long moment of nervousness but spoke clearly again, “Fletcher you can’t help but notice how shiny and sparkling my bracelet is…can’t help but follow it with your eyes…back and forth…back and forth…”
Fletcher was still smiling slightly but his eyes were moving from side to side, pursuing the glittering medallion. He was unable to chase it quickly enough, she noted with a smile…
“That’s right Fletcher, it’s so hard to follow it…so hard to keep your eyes focused on the beautiful flashes of light.”
“Your eyes are becoming heavier and heavier…and your mind is becoming sleepier and sleepier…”
Lisa noted with pleasure his eyelids closing for longer and longer intervals, then was amazed to see him open his eyes again.
She remembered Miranda’s training at that moment and said in a soft and seductive voice, “That’s right Fletcher…fight it…fight against the flashing light…fight against sleep…fight against my power.”
He was clearly struggling now to resist. One eye would open slightly then fall shut again. She was closer now, watching his feeble efforts to resist. A fierce pride was growing with her now.
“Oh that’s it Fletcher…fight against sleep…fight against submission…fight hard now Fletcher because when you fall you will fall deeply and totally under my hypnotic spell. You will be unable to resist me and unable to control your mind in any way…”
Lisa glanced quickly at Miranda and was rewarded with an enormous smile of approval. She realized that the entire setup had been part of hypnotizing Fletcher…from the rented stage to the spotlight to Miranda’s insistence on the matching outfits and campy makeup…every element was part of the show. She noted Fletcher’s eyes were still fluttering but as she continued to insist he fight against sleep, they closed completely. She continued with the script she had worked out with Miranda over the course of the afternoon. Miranda had hypnotized it into her head, which certainly helped, she thought with a laugh.
“Deeper and deeper Fletcher, just letting all the stress and tension of today disappear…feeling it flow out of you. Once you let the tension start to disappear, it flows faster and faster out of your mind and body, leaving you with a deep satisfaction and a desire to let my voice carry you deeper and deeper.” She noted Fletcher’s shoulders finally unwound and how his body seemed to sag into the chair.
“Oh yes, Fletcher, let your body drop deeper and deeper into oblivion…deeper and deeper for you Mistress right now…knowing how much you trust me to give you the deepest pleasure and submission…knowing how much you trust me to give you the release you desire…that’s right my lover…just sleep for me so deeply…”
Lisa – Mistress Lisa, she thought wryly – felt her body alive with excitement and pleasure at seeing Fletcher suddenly looking so vulnerable and relaxed. She considered him for the millionth time, knowing that although Fletcher would never have been a male model, his glittering eyes and knowing smile gave him an almost unnatural charisma. But for now, the lines in Fletcher’s 40 years were smoothed by his relaxation. He looked much younger to her now, and she wanted to lean down and kiss him tenderly. But the suggestions – both of the hypnotic and practical variety – Miranda had given her were working on her. And the combination of his younger appearance and his state of utter relaxation gave her a devious idea…
Fletcher sat, deeply relaxed and deeply hypnotized. Lisa was startled to notice that Miranda had disappeared. She looked down at his face once again, imagining him almost as a teenager. She knew that she could now unlock some of the mysteries of the Fletcher’s past…their age difference had concerned her from the beginning of their relationship, but she somehow felt that if she could know Fletcher at her age, she could overcome that discomfort and let the rest of her affection and love for Fletcher blossom.
“Fletcher, in a few minutes you will awaken for me, so easily and so naturally. You will remember that when you came from Boston you were very tense and that all we did tonight was a fun, joking little induction. You’ll remember it was so funny and so witty and you’ll feel so proud of me. But you will also feel a deep, instant craving to take me upstairs at once…you’ll feel sleepy and relaxed and so eager to have me take you back to this perfect state of relaxation with three little words…and when you hear me say “Sweet dreams, Fletcher” your response will bring you back to this exact state…”
“Awaken for me now Fletcher, one the count of three…1…2…3.”
Fletcher’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her with a soft smile.
“Oh Lisa that was fun!” he stretched in his chair and stood up slowly, enveloping her in a strong, warm hug. “Sometimes I don’t realize how fast you are learning all this stuff…my god I’m tired. Can we go on up?”
She was so content in his embrace she almost could not speak. They held hands like teenage lovers and walked upstairs, past the brainwashing room and into Fletcher’s bedroom – our bedroom, she thought with a joyous smile – and stepped into the bathroom. Fletcher looked relaxed and happy, even brushing his teeth. They stood in the shower together for a few minutes, luxuriating in the hot flow. She was quivering with excitement now, eager to take him again, to command him in the way he so easily commanded her. She hoped for that kind of confidence and power and knew she would soon be put to the test.
He was so tired she practically had to lead him to the bed when they stepped out of the shower. He stretched out and she turned off all but a single light on the bedside. He kissed her softly and looked into her eyes and seemed about to say something when she whispered, “Sweet dreams, Fletcher.”
She felt an instant flush of arousal, even stronger than she had on stage when Fletcher’s eyes rolled back, fluttered, and then slammed shut.
She deepened his trance at once, working from memories that were generated by Miranda’s training. When she was satisfied that he was deeply hypnotized again, she said, “Now Fletcher, we’re going to play a simple game now…a game that will give you great pleasure and make you feel so wonderful for me. I’m going to ask you to let the years fade away now…to let your mind and body feel as if you are my age again…as if you were 23 again, with all the fresh memories and experiences you had at that moment of your life. As you feel yourself become 23 again you will be completely at home with that idea...it will seem perfectly natural to you until I once again tell you to sleep for me by saying “Sweet dreams, Fletcher.”
“And Fletcher, this will also have a special impact on you…as you are living your 23 year old self, you will find that answering my questions and interacting with me is so arousing that the pleasure of being with me is almost overwhelming…you will find me the sexiest and most erotic woman you have ever known, so answering my questions will arouse you tremendously….each question you answer will fill you with so much pleasure that answering the next will come naturally…”
“Now Fletcher, become 23 for me, feeling that everything around you is normal and natural to your 23 year old self, feeling so relaxed and happy…awaken on 3…1…2…3.”
Fletcher’s eyes opened, widened, as his usual broad smile stretched from ear to ear. “Hey…” his smile eased just for a moment, and she was amused that he was obviously trying to remember her name. “Oh wow you’re going to think I’m such a dork…but I um…I can’t remember your um…”
“I’m Lisa, Fletcher,” she said teasingly. “You must not be thinking very clearly.”
“Oh…Lisa,” he said giving her a look less guarded and deliberate than Fletcher’s 40-year old self ever had. “Oh wow… you are so hot.” She was amused to hear the cadences and slang of the 1980s coming from Fletcher’s mouth. He kissed her passionately, perhaps with less skill than the Fletcher she knew did, but she was excited by his energy. She focused her mind and pushed him back on the bed.
“Mmm Fletcher, tell me something.”
“Sure, babe,” he replied. “It’s all good, so fire away.” He was even cockier than his older version, she thought, wondering at which point on the chart the lines of cocky and competence went in the right direction. Clearly, 23 year old Fletcher was full of himself.
“So what are you up to these days, Fletcher? I mean now that the stock market has crashed guys like you have to do something to get rich…or are you just going to go to law school.”
He let out a dismissive sound. “Puh-leaze…lawyers are just very highly trained technicians…If I need one I’ll call one, much like a plumber. And the stock market? Do I look like one of those hustlers?” He laughed hard and tried to kiss her but she pulled back.
“So what is it then Fletcher? What have you been up to since college ended?” She had done the math and there was a 20 month block in Fletcher’s life she couldn’t account for. She saw a brief, tiny flicker of something behind his eyes, but that was quickly replaced by his lazy, sexy smile.
He replied casually, “Oh, nothing…just banging around.”
She put her hand in the center of his chest and started slowly, teasingly moving it down to his cock. “Nothing, Fletcher? Surely a smart guy doesn’t just take off a year and a half to do nothing…this is the 1980s and you need to make money…”
“I don’t really need the money, so I figured I’d work in government for a few years until I decide what to do with the rest of my life,” he said, not sounding terribly convincing.
“That doesn’t sound like a Georgetown graduate to me, Fletcher…unless you’ve been off being a spy in Russia or fighting the Sandinistas.” She was startled by his reaction.
Fletcher dropped off the edge of the bed, rolling backwards. In a second he was on his feet and moving for the door, stark naked. She leapt from the bed to intercept him, reaching the entrance only a second before him.
He glared at her, “Who the fuck are you? You need to step aside right now.”
“Fletcher I was joking…I was just kidding with you…” Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. She knew she had struck a nerve but was unsure what. His body language was unreadable. He was standing on the balls of his feel, his eyes running back and forth across the room. He looked slightly manic.
“No, you’re not. Don’t bullshit me, because something is going on here and I’m gone,” he moved towards her. She did the only thing she could do and leapt at him, pushing him back towards the bed. She made herself laugh, hoping to break the tension. He turned aside and she went flying onto the bed. She pulled him towards her, but he resisted.
“Please, Fletcher…just stretch out and I’ll tell you the whole story. I promise. It’s nothing bad. I promise.”
“This is radically weird, Lisa…I want you to tell me now.” Then he stopped dead. He was staring down at the nightstand. He squatted next to it, staring, then began to visibly shake. He pulled a magazine out of the nightstand and said, “2003? What the FUCK? For a minute I thought you were…um…never mind…but what the HELL? George W. Bush is President? The VPs SON? This is too much…Hey these computers are SO small!” He was staring at an add for a Powerbook.
Flipping through the magazine, he stopped. He was now looking very, very upset. His eyes were dilated. His chest heaved. Tears filled his eyes. “The World Trade Center? What? What…happened?” He stared down at the emblematic photo. “I don’t understand Lisa. Please help me...I think I’m going crazy. Please tell me I’m not drugged…please…” Real fear filled his voice now.
“Come here,” she said, “It’s going to be ok. I’ll tell you the secret…” She felt deeply for him…for his confusion, for his sadness. For the deep cognitive dissonance he must feel from being unstuck in time.
“Lean down and I’ll whisper it in your ear,” she said.
He bent over her and she squirmed further into the deep nest of blankets on the bed. She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Sweet dreams, Fletcher.”
The firm weight of his body settled on to her immediately. He relaxed utterly and instantly, enough to almost push the breath from her small frame. She found his weight oddly pleasant. “Now Fletcher,” she whispered, “Sleep deeply for me Fletcher…such sweet dreams…so relaxed…no more worries, no more anxiety…you know we’re just playing a simple little game…so innocent…so fun…so sweet. Nothing to worry about…totally safe with your Lisa…now, still 23 years old for me Fletcher…still feeling so young…feeling all the emotions of that time, but knowing deep inside you can trust me more than anyone…letting the last few minutes disappear from your memory…and when you awaken for me, you will feel a growing arousal and a incredible desire for me.” She was mentally kicking herself for the error of not preparing this suggestion the first time, but also felt confidence she could fix it.
Besides, if hypnotizing him then fucking him senseless didn’t relax him, nothing would.
His body was still inert and relaxed, pinning her to the bed. “Awaken for me on 1…oof…2…mmmph…3.”
He woke with a smile on his face and said, “Oh…dude…I am so sorry. Am I crushing you?” He levered himself off her with an elbow. She smiled to see his erection had come roaring back and reached down to encourage it. He closed his eyes as her hand touched the tip of his erect cock. She pushed him down on the bed, swiftly straddling his hips with her own.
He was looking at her with something bordering on wonder as she slipped his cock inside her in a single, smooth roll of her hips. She knew that the other Fletcher would be smiling at her with a clever look in his eyes, knowing he could delay his orgasm until she was melting with desire.
“So Fletcher, I know you want to cum for me…” His eyes widened considerably. “But until you tell me about your life I don’t think you should…”
“Ohhh god Lisa…you are so weird but so cool…I’ll…I’ll tell you…”
She rolled her hips, feeling his intense erection inside her. “Good boy.”
“Ummm after college I went to umm…school.”
“What kind of school, Fletcher?” She leaned down and bit one of his nipples, just below the threshold of pain.
“Um…ah…Intelligence school.” She knew then what she had stumbled over earlier. “Camp Peary…”
As playfully as she could she put on a mock Russian accent and said, “Is my sweet Fletcher spy against Mother Russia?” This time he laughed instead of leapt.
He pushed his cock hard into her full and wet pussy, “Nyet…Ya hachu tebya traykhate… Perestan' mne jabat' mozgi svojimi voprosami.”
Now it was her turn to be surprised…Fletcher clearly spoke Russian and did so without hesitation but she had no idea what he had said to her.
“You speak Russian!” she said. “Tell me what it meant!”
He grinned, “It means, basically, that I want to fuck you and that your questions are screwing with my head. My Russian isn’t great…but not bad for a short course.”
She started pumping harder, feeling his cock straining inside her now. “Fletcher…tell me…are you really a…a…a…spy? You…uh…can…trust…me…” She was riding up on the edge of an orgasm now, but trying to control her reactions.
He laughed and kissed her, still keeping up the pace as he fucked her from below. “A spy? No, I’m not. Downsizing…some people think the Cold War is gonna end soon. Idiots!”
“You haven’t downsized that cock…give me some more of it.”
He was getting the blissed out look she knew some men had before cumming.
“Oh you are so dirty…its cool for a girl to be able to say things like that in bed.”
“Well, Fletcher I’ll say anything you like if you’ll just listen to one thing.”
He gasped, looking desperate to cum. She slowed the motion of her hips to a slow, wavelike rocking. “Name it!” he gasped.
“Mmm well, then sweet dreams, Fletcher.” Even in the peak of arousal she saw his eyes flutter shut and felt his body become still under her. His cock was still hard and she took a long moment to feel it inside her, relishing the warm thick feeling of his presence inside her body. She was deeply pleased with the long moment, feeling the slow throbbing of Fletcher’s erection. She was immersed in the warm clean smell of his body when she realized that although Fletcher was hypnotized he was still very hard.
“Now Fletcher, you are going to find that each time my pussy strokes up and down your cock…each and every stroke…you will drop deeper and deeper. You will sink down more and more for me…each stroke takes you deeper…each stroke makes you harder…and you will find that although your body feels the pleasure of my pussy, your cock will simply store all that pleasure away until I tell you. Deep in your mind you will remember that I am using you for my pleasure…using you for my satisfaction. Cumming isn’t possible until I tell you because it feels so good to lock all that pleasure inside until I command you to release it. Do you understand me Fletcher?”
“Um hmm,” he said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
With that, she started driving on his cock in earnest, tremendously excited by seeing his sleeping form under her power. His cock grew more and more erect and as she continued, pushing herself into a powerful orgasm. She thought she understood why Fletcher felt such a thrill while pushing her to new levels of submission. It was compelling and amazingly arousing to feel his cock staying hard inside her, long past the time a conscious man would have cum. She came twice more, using him as a plaything for her own pleasure. Exhaustion was creeping up on her now, and she knew that it was time to let Fletcher cum. He had given no sign of arousal other than the increasing rigidity of his erection.
Now she whispered in this ear, “Awaken for me Fletcher and when I put my hand on your chest, feel all that pleasure exploding from you…fill me Fletcher…fill me with your love and cum so powerfully
To say that Fletcher came hard is like saying a hydrogen bomb is a firecracker. He came…his hips bucked wildly, pumping his cum inside her, driving deeper into her pussy than she thought possible. He let out a deep, happy sound and his blue eyes were wide with pleasure. She came again in the midst of his frenzy and noticed that even though the initial orgasm had almost knocked him out he still kept his cock driving in and out of her body as every last bit of his cum was pushed inside her.
And with that, she whispered, “Returning to your present age for me Fletcher…and sleep so very deeply for the rest of the night…”
She wanted to know more…much more about the 23 year old Fletcher…but sleep was overcoming her. She sat up, knowing she had to return Fletcher to his 40 year old self, but hating the thought. She liked the slightly rougher around the edges quality he displayed as a young man. She felt so comfortable around him…it was less like the weird, dominant genius Fletcher displayed and more like that of a precocious schoolboy.
For some reason, seeing Fletcher's fear had made him more human and more lovable than ever before. She was also empowered by a final thought before waking him.
'I can take him like this any time...I can visit with my younger boyfriend Fletcher too.'