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BOB

When I told Kim to go upstairs and write down her punishment fantasies, I had no intention of actually leaving her alone up there -- I wanted to watch!

"Aside, Kim," I said as she moved toward the stairs, "I'm going to be following you, but I'll be invisible. You won't see me, or hear me, or notice anything I do, but you'll avoid me when you move around." I'd already told her what 'invisible' meant, but it didn't hurt to reinforce a complex compulsion like that.

I followed Kim upstairs to her room, but she only spent a moment getting some scissors, and quickly came out again. I knew she'd be going into the bathroom, so I was there ahead of her when she came in and tried to close the door. The compulsion I'd set up to leave the door ajar worked fine, and she caught on immediately that this was one of the rules I'd copied from one of her fantasies. Her face got flushed as she moved to the toilet, eyeing the partially open door. Then she gave a little red-faced shrug, pulled her underpants down, and sat down to pee.

I don't specifically get turned on seeing girls urinate, but I think watching any kind of private act like that is sexy. Kim's face made a tiny grimace and she leaned forward a bit as the stream started. Her legs were close together, so I couldn't really see much, but the zinging sound of the stream seemed to go on a long time. At the end, she wiped between her legs from the front (I'd forgotten girls did that) and wet some toilet paper in the sink to wash her crack in back too. Then she picked up her scissors, spread her legs, and started clipping her vaginal hair.

Kim didn't look very self-conscious now in what was a pretty embarrassing position, and I decided the idea of making her leave the door ajar to make her feel exposed was a flop. Kim couldn't keep it in mind all the time or she got hardened to it or something. I could probably add some suggestions to make her more self-conscious this way, but right now I just wanted to relax for awhile, to let things drift and see what happened.

Kim finished clipping her bush, then picked up her underpants and stood up to look at herself in the mirror. My eyes naturally went to Kim's red bottom, jutting out slightly as usual. I noticed the color was starting to fade to a pale red, but it still had a spanked look. Very sexy! After a moment I was able to spare a glance at what Kim was seeing in the mirror. It was a long, triple-pane mirror, extending down to the sink, so even at five-nine Kim was able to get a good look at herself below the waist. She stood with her legs slightly spread and the palms of her hands lightly pressing her inner thighs apart just below the crotch, looking quizzically at her missing vaginal hair. There was clearly no erotic intent in Kim's stance, but seemed like such a private sort of position that I got hard watching her.

Suddenly I saw Kim flush, her body stiffened, and she bent over to pull on her underpants.

"Aside," I heard Peggy's voice say. "Kim is thinking that Bob might be here in the bathroom, watching her." Kim's unconscious was aware I was present naturally, so I'd continue to hear any important thoughts she had.

I wanted Kim acting naturally, so I tried to counter this idea. "Aside," I said. "Over the next few seconds you're going to come to believe that Bob really isn't in the room -- that he's still downstairs." Almost immediately, I got another idea, and continued, "You'll hear the CD downstairs come to an end soon, then a new one being put on, so you'll be sure Bob is downstairs." Kim took on an appearance of listening almost immediately. The music downstairs continued to play at a very low volume, but of course that had no bearing on what Kim was hearing. Suddenly her face got a more natural look and her body relaxed.

She immediately turned around, dropped her underpants, and thrust her rear out to look at it in the mirror over her shoulder. Her face took on a dreamy, sexy expression as she stared at her pale-red ass, and I began to get a powerful erection again. Then I saw Kim reach back with her hands and cup her buttocks, rubbing her palms slowly up and down. After a moment she began to vibrate her straightened fingers in counterpoint, like someone playing piano scales, clearly aroused by the agitating movement against her flesh, like a tiny fantasy paddling. I was breathing in gasps and my cock was tingling and hard as a rock, but I was careful not to touch it. I wanted to keep the arousal that made this so exciting. Kim was flushing and beginning to squirm around as she continued to palpitate her bottom, but I wasn't sure if she was flushing with sexual arousal or with embarrassment, remembering the ordeal I'd just put her through to turn herself on. I'd never imagined a sexier position than the one Kim was in right now, and I was sorry I didn't have a camera. I realized I could go get one, but I didn't want to break the flow. I could always take a picture another time.

Kim gave a final little shiver, then pulled up her underpants with a reluctant expression and began washing her hands at the sink. When she finished, she hesitated, then ran the cold tap and drank three large glasses of water in succession. I didn't see how she could be that thirsty, and was just beginning to guess what she was up to when Peggy's voice spoke again.

"Kim is drinking all this water so that she'll need to pee later, and Bob will be able to punish her by making her hold it in." I remembered the rule I'd set up that she should prepare herself for punishments I could give her when I came up, and felt another erotic rush at the thought of her forward-looking subservience.

She walked down the hall and into her room, leaving the door ajar as she entered, and I followed, opening her door and then closing it back to the same position. Kim was rummaging around in a bottom drawer of her dresser, and when she went to sit on the bed I realized she was carrying a diaphragm and a tube of spermicidal jelly. Good! I'd been intending to tell her to do that, but I was happy to see her thoughts were already moving in that direction. She put the jelly in and inserted the diaphragm while I watched, looking a bit dreamy for a moment after she'd finished, then gave a little start and pulled up her underpants. She concentrated for a moment in what I thought might be an attempt to discipline her thoughts and calm down, then got a tablet and mechanical pencil from her desk and lay down face forward on the bed. A second later she jumped out of bed and made a beeline directly toward me, giving me a serious start. At the last moment she dodged around me to get to her dresser, where she changed into clean underwear, giving me a little flash of her naked body, then returned to the bed to lie down again.

I went to Kim's laundry hamper and took out the underpants she'd just dropped in. I'd never been a fetishist about girl's underwear, but I thought these were pretty special since I'd had so much to do with Kim's arousal while she was wearing them. The crotch was damp from Kim's juices, and I went from semi-hard to hard again. The odor actually turned me on -- sexual pheromones or something -- quite delicate really, although it certainly did smell like Kim.

Suddenly I heard Kim's voice explaining how Bob might want her to keep herself sexually aroused until he arrived. I actually wanted her to have a chance to relax, so I told her she shouldn't distract herself so she'd be able to write down her fantasies. But then she came back to the idea, talking about just nudging herself along to make sure she didn't lose sensitivity! It struck me that what she really wanted was an excuse to touch herself, so I decided to let her do it to see what would happen.

Kim slowly moved her right hand down inside her underpants. A moment later her body was galvanized, as if by an electric shock, into an X-rated female action-figure, gasping and writhing and moaning and humping against her hand. I knew that after the first few strokes of contact she wouldn't make much progress without putting in her anal dildo -- the way she was now she'd only be able to stroke herself enough to get extremely frustrated -- so I just watched without trying to interfere. I was probably feeling nearly as aroused as she was, with a tingling, insistent erection. Kim regained control pretty quickly, and after she withdrew her hand from between her legs I went and sat down in a chair across the room and kneaded the back of my neck. I heard Peggy's voice from the bed tell me that Kim was thinking about trying to masturbate for real.

Well . . . maybe I'd been kind of untruthful telling Kim she'd be able to keep her thoughts to herself when she made plans to masturbate. I'd considered giving her that kind of privacy, since I wanted to give her the incentive of thinking she could get away with it, but then I realized I also wanted to know exactly what she was up to. Even if I was really downstairs right now, Kim would have to take a short break if she decided to masturbate to come tell me. She wouldn't realize she was telling me, of course. Then she'd be able to come back here and take up where she left off. I actually had every intention of letting Kim get away with masturbating about half the time, but I wanted to watch while she was doing it and decide when to catch her at it.

I still held Kim's underpants in my hand and I was thinking of how to use them if she carried through on her idea, but after a moment it was clear she had herself back under control. She put her right hand back up near the tablet, and a few moments later picked up the pencil to write something.

I took a few long breaths and tried to get back with the program now that Kim was writing. "Aside. Just write very short summaries of punishment ideas, Kim," I directed. "And when you finish one, tear off the sheet and put it on your bedside table."

Kim hesitated while I spoke, then wrote a little more, tore a sheet out of the tablet, and placed it where I'd told her. I went to pick it up and read it.

Bob makes me do embarrassing things outdoors. He makes me go without my panties, then pull down my shorts and bend over on a deserted street. I hear voices behind us, but I'm not allowed to look around to check that nobody can see me. I have to trust Bob.

I'd spent a good deal of time since Tuesday learning about Kim's fantasies, but I expected to learn a lot more in sessions like this. I knew most of the punishments Kim was writing would be humiliation fantasies. Kim had an extremely quantified idea of punishments, how many paddle strokes she deserved for each offense and how many she could get out of by taking alternative punishments. I was leaving all that part to Kim, letting her keep count, since I knew I'd never be able to do it right. I'm good with numbers but all these punishment schedules were new to me and kind of complex. When I was Topping Julie in Berkeley, she just wanted me to be completely arbitrary when I punished her, and sometimes I'd give her several smacks for doing something innocuous while other times I'd let her out of a paddling she had coming if I felt like being generous. Kim preferred to be quantitative because she had the idea that all of these schedules made her punishment more inevitable. She felt she couldn't resent me when I punished her, since everything was determined by her own fantasy rules. But her rules didn't leave me a lot of room to maneuver. I could add punishment easily enough if I wanted to make up some infraction, but it was harder to go easy on her, and I wasn't sure what I was going to do about that. Kim finished another sheet.

Bob catches me trying to masturbate and puts me in a punishment machine. The machine tantalizes me sexually until I try to touch myself, which is just barely possible the way I'm constrained. But after I do that for a few seconds, the machine pushes my hand away and paddles me for doing it. Then it starts tantalizing me some more until I can't resist touching myself again. Bob is watching me during this, and at some point he says he's going out for a half hour, but I'll stay in the machine to learn self-discipline, that I can't just touch myself when I feel like it.

God! I wondered if I could have Kim send some of these ideas off to "Penthouse Letters" or something, or whether the editors of those magazines make up all the fantasies themselves. I'd heard Kim mention the idea of a "punishment machine" before, a very erotic idea, and I decided I'd see if I could use hypnotic suggestion to create an imaginary one when the opportunity came up. Kim finished another sheet.

Bob makes me play tennis with him on an isolated court in a woodsy suburban area where we're usually alone, but people sometimes show up. I know a court like that in Concord. He has me play in my tennis suit with its short skirt, but no panties! And I need to pee!

What a little masochist Kim was! I figured I could make some of the outdoor humiliation fantasies imaginary, to eliminate the chance of an outsider getting involved, but of course they'd seem real to Kim. It would probably be better to mix things up and really go outside some of the time, too.

For the next fifteen minutes there were short periods of silence, I'd hear Kim scribbling for a minute, then she'd rip off a sheet from the tablet and I'd read it, getting quite aroused. I also noticed Kim was very excited, squirming around on the bed as she wrote out her fantasies, and Peggy's voice explained that thinking about these fantasies turned her on. At some point, Kim pushed all the bedclothes away and did some controlled deep breathing, obviously trying to get back in control. Then she settled back down to writing and wrote out a longer than average fantasy about being in the punishment machine. She ripped out the sheet and put it beside her, then immediately started humping herself against the bed. As I watched, she put her hand down between her legs and started to stroke herself again. She was still only able to make contact enough to get really frustrated, but this time she wasn't trying to stop and get back in control. After a moment she paused, then suddenly looked calculatingly at her watch.

"Kim is determined to masturbate now!" said Peggy's voice. "She figures she still has twenty-five minutes, and she's trying to figure out why what she's doing isn't satisfying her."

A few seconds later, Kim looked enlightened, retrieved the key to her bedside table that she keeps attached by a magnet under the base of her lamp, and opened the bedside table where she keeps all her sex toys. I was stunned when I saw her collection for the first time. In addition to numerous mail-order implements such as blindfolds and dildos, she had a very interesting nude photo of herself. Kim seemed absolutely petrified at the idea of having anybody find their way into her drawer, which is why she kept it locked and hid the key in such a sneaky way. She reached into the drawer and pulled out the little anal dildo, the tell-tail I'd told her she'd have to use, put some lubricating cream on it, then pulled down her underpants and inserted it in her rectum. She did this rather slowly as she guided the blunt end in, then gave a little wiggle as the narrowing shape caused it to slip in all the way. I'd thought about specifying a vaginal dildo, but decided I wanted to be the only one to supply a convex object in that region. Anyway, Kim claimed she felt very strong arousal from anal penetration like this.

After inserting the tell-tail, Kim gave a kind of guilty glance at the partially open door, then pulled up her underpants and immediately turned on her front again, putting her right hand inside her underpants and stroking herself with her rear elevated. OK, now she'd be able to get to come if I gave her enough time. I wasn't intending to do that, of course.

I took up a kneeling position near the foot of Kim's bed, leaning on the sofa cushions Kim kept there, and I carefully took out my sensitive, stone-hard penis and wrapped it in Kim's underpants. I was going to stroke off in a minute or so, but I wanted to draw it out just a bit longer watching Kim. I knew she'd be at this quite awhile -- it should take her about fifteen minutes to reach climax. Right now she was moaning quietly, obviously just figuring out that she still couldn't touch herself consistently. Suddenly she pulled her underpants off, keeping one ankle inserted in a leg hole, spread her legs and started afresh, elevating her butt a bit more. She was moving her hips up and down so fast to increase the rate of contact with her often absent finger that I was afraid she'd scratch herself.

"Aside. Move more slowly, Kim," I said. "You'll find it's more effective to move slowly and rhythmically."

Kim slowed down and I was able to concentrate more on the view of her bushless sexual region when her hand wasn't in the way, most of the time thanks to the compulsion that made her draw everything out. Her vagina looked very slick with lubrication, and below that her mons curved ripely with a cleft down the middle. Her clitoris seemed engorged, pointing out from her body like a tiny, erect penis. And above that I saw the butt end of the anal dildo nestled in her rectum, like a bull's-eye in Kim's reddish-pink ass, and heard Kim's voice gasping and crooning. I realized I couldn't hold myself in any longer. I grasped my erection through Kim's silky underpants and started to ejaculate after only a few strokes, then held my hand steady around my thrusting cock as my hips pushed me against the cushions, while I made some interesting sounds of my own for about thirty seconds.

After I finished, I looked up to see Kim still straining to reach orgasm, more single-minded than ever. I felt another erotic rush thinking how Kim was still as aroused as I'd been a minute ago, so totally under my power! I heard her breathless crooning voice, yearning for a climax, and I suddenly felt that I'd better give her some time to calm down, my original intention during this period. "Kim," I said, "Deep trance." Kim took just a second to stop moving, a sudden transition from a spasmodically moving action sex figure to a pink-fleshed inert body, looking like steam should be rising from her body as in an X-rated Warner Brother's cartoon.

"I want you to relax for the next five or ten minutes," I said, "Don't think about sex, just relax completely. Maybe drift off to sleep, until I come back and tell you what to do next."