Synergy

 Copyright 1999 by silli_artie at hotmail dot com
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of the 
author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by 
stories with sexual content. Then again, if all youre looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you 
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.
	Wendy was concerned as she looked over the charts on her slaves performance. While 
she was happy with Davids progress, he could do better. She was concerned at what his weight 
had done in four days away from her at a conference. He wasnt going to get any dinner tonight, 
that was certain. Then the stern look on her young face changed to a wry smile. Well, after being 
away for four days, there was something he could eat....
	David was tired as he pulled into his garage. Hed had a good workout, a long workout. It 
was good to get back to it, especially after the time away at the conference and the flight back home 
earlier that day. Hed eaten carefully, avoided alcohol, and made good use of the hotels spa and 
pool. Still... He got out of the car and got the flowers. His bags could wait.
	Wendy stood waiting in the hall for her slave. Shed chosen a long close-fitting dress that 
was slit up one side; she wasnt wearing anything under it, or on her feet. She knew how well it 
showed off her magnificent figure, and knew well the effect it had on her slave. As she thought of 
him her nipples tightened and her hips tilted a little; shed missed having him around the last few 
days. Having him report to her daily over the phone wasnt enough.
	David opened the door from the garage to the house and stepped into the hallway. He 
stopped, seeing her standing there in that incredible shimmering dress, hands on her hips with a 
stern smile on her face, nipples erect.
	"Kneel, slave!" Wendy growled. She was pleased to see hed brought her roses, and more 
pleased to have him sigh, smile, and sink down to his knees before her. She took the roses from his 
hand and placed them on the counter; his hands dropped loosely to his sides, his head tilted down a 
bit.
	She put a hand on his head; his hair was still wet. She tilted his head back as she observed 
him closely. She could still see signs of exertion; he must have had a good workout. That pleased 
her; she wanted a healthy, strong slave.
	As his gaze met hers, she could tell by the dreamy look on his face what he wanted. She 
wanted it as well, wanted to slide her hands along the sides of his head and say the words that 
would plunge him deep into a hypnotic trance. That would wait -- for a while.
	"Did you miss me, slave?" she asked with a smile. She watched as his shoulders released 
and he sighed, his eyes drifting closed then reopening sluggishly; he was almost in a trance already 
as he said softly, "Yes, Mistress."
	"Were you good for me, slave?"
	"Yes, Mistress."
	"What did you have for lunch today, slave? Nasty airline food? Burgers and fries?"
	"No, Mistress. Just some fruit saved from breakfast."
	She was pleased with that. "And how much coffee did you drink today, slave?"
	He sighed again. "None, Mistress, none all the time I was away from you."
	"And did you do your exercises as I told you?"
	"Yes, Mistress; every day."
	She was pleased. Shed been worried hed slip back to his old patterns when away from 
her. She saw him waver a bit and saw his nostrils flare. It was no wonder, shed been wet with 
desire before he came in the door.
	"Do you think you deserve a reward, slave?" she asked him in a low growl. He shivered and 
sighed, but said nothing.
	"Good slave," she said, and he smiled. "Strip and well see how good youve been.
	David sighed and sat back on the tile floor. He couldnt believe the effect she had on him; 
he realized hed gone into a light trance at her first touch, and then her aroma, looking up at her 
nipples through the tight shimmering fabric of that dress... He peeled off his sweat shirt and then 
his shoes, socks, sweat pants and briefs, returning to kneeling in front of her.
	"Well, you are glad to see me," Wendy said with amusement, seeing his erection standing 
proud. It would be so nice to take him right now... "Lets see how good youve been; follow me, 
slave," she said as she turned and walked to their bedroom.
	David sighed, stood up, and followed. She stood by the scale and he stood on it, closing his 
eyes. He heard her sliding the weights along the bars of the scale. "Kneel before me, slave," she told 
him. David stepped off the scale and knelt before her again, eyes still closed, head down once more.
	"How much water did you drink today, slave?" Wendy asked, concerned hed start to play 
tricks to drop weight, such as cutting down on fluids. She wanted her slave healthy.
	"Almost two quarts, Mistress," David replied.
	She lifted his chin and looked at his eyelids. He looked a little tired; late nights and travel 
would do that, but otherwise he looked good. "Look at me, slave," she commanded.
	David opened his eyes slowly and looked up at his Mistress, smiling above him. He smiled.
	"I am pleased, slave. Youve lost another pound." Wendy went over to the edge of their king 
size bed and sat on the edge, pulling the fabric of her dress up to her hips as she sat down. She 
raised and turned the dress to giver her slave access to her. "Come here, my slave," she said softly.
	He moved quickly to the edge of the bed and between her legs. She saw him look at her and 
inhale deeply. "Are you hungry, my slave?" she asked with a smile.
	David inhaled again, struggling to keep his eyes open, and sighed, "For you, Mistress."
"Here is your reward, my good slave," she said as she slid her hands around the sides of his head. 
He moaned slightly and quivered as his eyes closed. She said, "Deep trance, my slave," and heard 
him exhale, sighing, and watched the tension melt from his face and his body. "Now adore me," she 
said as she lay back on the bed.
	She felt her loving slaves hands slide along the outsides of her legs up to her bottom, and 
sighed when she felt his lips touch her, feeling his warm breath on her. She relaxed and let go to the 
bliss as her slaves talented lips and tongue worked their magic adoring her.
	Wendy struggled up from her bliss some time later, hearing herself moan, feeling herself 
thrash around on the bed. She was hot and sweaty, the dress scratchy and sticking to her. "Stop!" 
she called out, "Stop. Please." She panted on the bed and shook her head to reorient herself. She 
quickly ordered her slave on the bed and on his back as she pulled the dress off over her head. She 
was up on all fours as she looked at her slave, laying on his back with a smile on his face, eyes 
closed. Her eyes focused on his rigid cock. Her eyes and her soul focused on it as she moved over 
him, straddling him. She put one hand on his cock and started it into her; she needed him filling 
her. She was about to slide down on him when she paused and smiled, still panting. She looked at 
his face, smiling, slick with her moisture.
	"Wake up David, wake up my darling," she said. She waited for his eyes to open. When 
they did, she plunged down on him, making him cry out, arching his back and neck. She moved her 
hips, feeling him so deep inside, then reached forward and pulled his head to her left breast.
	His mouth touched her nipple and sent an electric shock through her body, bringing her 
once more to the edge of orgasm. She felt his body shift under her as he slipped once more into 
trance. She held him as he sucked on her hungrily, feeling his arms wrap around her, his hips 
moving to meet hers. She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his head, propping him up, then 
grabbed his wrists and held them over his head as she pressed down on him, grinding her hips and 
pressing her breast into his mouth. Four days had been so long to be without him....
	David opened his eyes and sighed. He looked over at the clock; it was a little past ten. He 
felt exhausted, but he had to get up and pee; all the water hed been drinking was catching up to 
him. He smiled as he looked at the nubile form asleep on the bed next to him. He rolled off the bed 
and staggered to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, looking at his reflection in the mirror by the soft 
blue-green glow of the nightlight, he was surprised at the person he saw. In the last four months, 
with Wendys help, hed lost over thirty pounds. He also looked years younger. He felt great, 
looked great.
	David went into the garage and got his bags from the car, setting them quietly in the 
bedroom. Wendy slept quite soundly and still hadnt moved. He picked up her dress; it was still 
damp with sweat. How long had he gone down on her? He shook his head; he couldnt tell, hed 
been lost in a wonderful fog, enjoying her. He shivered momentarily as he recalled how hed woken 
up, with her atop him, impaling herself on him and then sending him back into trance. He was 
amazed at the creativity shed shown. He buried his face in the dress and inhaled deeply, then put it 
on the table with the other things that needed dry cleaning.
	He brushed his teeth and washed his face. As he swallowed an aspirin with some water his 
stomach grumbled. He smiled; he knew just the thing to get over that hunger.
	He returned to the bed and sat near Wendy, in awe over her twenty six year old body. He 
resisted the urge to dive into her again, and instead moved up near her head and started making 
small circles on her temples with his fingertips. After a few moments she smiled, and then started to 
open her eyes. She started a deep breath as her eyes opened; he said gently, "Dream time Wendy, 
dream time," and heard her sigh and close her eyes again, sinking into a trance.
	"Im glad you missed me, I missed you very much," he told her. "You are taking very good 
care of me and I am very happy. In a few moments, youll feel me sucking on you, and will wake 
up as..." Did he want her to wake up as Mistress Wendy, or as his Sweet Wendy? (stolen from silli artie at hotmail dot com) He smiled then 
continued, "whoever you want to be. Youll realize that I need to be held and that you need to hold 
me and that I need to go to sleep in your arms tonight. Now until I start sucking on you, you can go 
back to sleep." After a moment he stopped drawing circles on her temples and kissed her forehead 
gently. Then he lay down by her side, moved close to her, inhaled deeply, and took her nipple in his 
mouth.
	Wendy stirred feeling David at her breast again. She moved her hands to cradle him, and 
was rewarded by a soft moan and softer suckling. "Is my baby still hungry?" she cooed. She 
squeezed his head a little and was rewarded with another moan. She looked at the clock; about ten 
thirty. She carefully separated David from her nipple with some sighing from both of them. He 
enjoyed that so much, and so did she.
	As she got up, moving away from his grasping arms, she said, "Dont worry darling, Ill be 
right back." She helped him under the covers and heard him sigh as she walked into the bathroom. 
She noticed his bags were in and partially unpacked, saw the pile of dry cleaning including her 
dress. A tingle went through her as she touched the dress, reliving the evening. What a talented 
tongue he had! She went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Before going back to bed a wicked grin 
crossed her face and she put perfume on her breasts. He may need to sleep tonight, but the morning 
was a new day!
	David was almost asleep again as he felt Wendy getting back into bed. He felt her warmth 
and then was filled with her perfume as she pulled him to her. He sucked greedily and squeezed her 
as he filled his soul with her perfume.
	"Still hungry, darling?" Wendy whispered, trying not to moan as the sensations flooded her 
body. She pressed her body against his and moved his head roughly with her hands, feeling him get 
more excited by the moment. The thought of taking him again flashed through her mind and 
between her legs; no, she thought, he needs his sleep. She gave him another squeeze and said, 
"Relax, David," and felt him start to go limp in her arms. She slid her hands around his head slowly, 
cradling him to her, hearing him moan once more. "Youre safe in my arms, darling. Relax and go 
to sleep in my arms. Relax and go to sleep in my arms." His sucking slowed down and became 
much more gentle as she felt him relax. She rocked him gently, yawning herself as he slowed down. 
She snuggled down on her side holding him, sighed and went to sleep.
	The alarm clock went off; he rolled over and silenced it. As he moved back to hold her she 
said, "Start our shower, slave," and rolled to her side, away from him. He leaned over and kissed her 
on the shoulder. "Yes Mistress," he said, and got up.
	He went into the bathroom, opened the shower stall and turned on the water. He sat on the 
toilet for a moment, flushed it, then got up and walked back to the bed.
	"Your shower is ready, Mistress. May I wash you?" he asked, kneeling by her side of the 
bed.
	She opened her eyes with a smile. "Yes you may. Help me up."
	He helped her out of bed, surprised when she gave him a hug.
	In the bathroom she went to the toilet, then joined him in the shower. She turned briefly 
under the water, then turned her back to the shower head and said, "Wash my hair."
	"Yes Mistress," David replied, shampoo already in his hands. He washed and rinsed her 
short hair. "May I wash you now Mistress?" he asked.
	She nodded, so he began. He soaped her lithe body, hoping to please and excite, as well as 
to clean. With her facing him, lathering the front of her body, working from shoulders down to toes, 
he could see from her nipples that he was doing a good job.
	On his knees in front of her he began gently lathering between her legs. She leaned back 
against the rear of the shower enclosure, closing her eyes. As he moved his hands more, giving up 
the pretense of washing, she began moving her hips rhythmically, her chest heaving as her breathing 
became more rapid and intense.
	He looked in awe at his Mistress, nipples tight as the water cascaded down her body. he 
looked in front of him at heaven; all the soap now washed away. The slickness he felt was from 
another source now. He moved his face closer to her.
	As his lips touched her she cried out, "Yes! Oh yes my slave!" and held his head to her as 
she rocked her hips. David adored her with his lips and tongue, holding on to her firm bottom. Both 
her motion and her moans became more intense. He heard her alternately moaning and gasping for 
air as he adored her. He moved his right hand around and slid two fingers into her, feeling her 
tighten.
	"Oh yes, oh yes!" she cried as she bucked her hips. Then she added, "Come for me, my 
slave, come for me, now, now!"
	David became momentarily dizzy as orgasm overtook him, pumping away into the shower 
as she held his head to her. She turned his head to the side, still holding him tight. He slipped his 
fingers from her and held on to keep both of them from falling.
	After a moment she lifted his head and he stood, slowly. She put her hands on his head and 
with a smile said, "Thank you my slave," then gave him a brief kiss. He replied, "Thank you for 
thinking of me, my Mistress."
	He finished rinsing her, then himself. He turned off the water and got a towel, drying her 
off. When she was dry, she stepped out of the shower and he dried off the inside of the shower 
stall, then himself.
	Then they dressed quickly and headed to the fitness center. David quickly put his bag and 
work clothes in a locker, then hurried to the aerobics room. He sighed in relief when he went in; she 
wasnt there yet, but a few other students were. Her first class these mornings, the one David took 
with her, was an intermediate level class.
	She strode in a few minutes later. To her, this was a warm-up class. She felt on top of the 
world today; her slave was back and at her command. She led the class, not picking on him too 
much, but not letting him loaf either.
	At the end of the class she was radiant, laughing and bowing before the students who 
applauded her. David panted as he left the aerobics room, glad it was over, but sad nonetheless that 
he was leaving his Mistresss presence.
	His mind cleared while he was showering. He sighed and shuddered; it was as if someone 
had thrown a switch inside him. Then he laughed. When had the idea come to him? Transference 
and counter transference, that and the participation mystique -- always things for the therapist to be 
aware of; he knew it would take a long time to help her put herself back together again. They could 
use hypnosis to fit the broken pieces back together, but it would take time for the breaks to mend.
	The audacity of the idea -- hed first thought of it overhearing a couple of guys talking in 
this very locker room. One asked the other if hed seen one of the new aerobics instructors; the 
other made a remark like, "Howd you like to have her whip you into shape?" That brought the 
reply, "As long as its pussy whipped."
	Why not, hed thought at the time. He knew he needed more motivation to get himself into 
shape; she needed to develop self-confidence and pull her life together. He remembered his heart 
racing as he stood there in front of the mirror, combing his hair. Examining his feelings he could 
tell it would work; something inside him reacted very strongly, very positively to being enslaved to a 
beautiful young woman.
	Even now, remembering that thought process from months ago, he was glad hed put his 
pants on; the reaction was still very positive.
	David looked through the glass wall at the aerobics room as he stood dressed by the front 
desk of the fitness center; there she was, leading another class. He shook his head in amazement; 
she stood so straight and tall now, radiating poise, energy, vitality, confidence.
	What a change, he thought, what a change over the first time he saw her. He remembered the 
crying, broken young woman referred to his office, coming out of an abusive relationship, her self-
confidence shattered. Hed agreed to help her pro bono, for free; he did a certain amount of pro 
bono work every year.
	It took a few sessions before they developed rapport to allow hypnosis to be useful, and 
then a few more sessions to start working through the problems. Then that audacious idea had 
come to him; what a delicious, dangerous synergy. He explored it, both within himself as well as 
within her.
	As he stood watching her lead her second class of the day he could feel the sensations, 
those strong conflicting sensations in his body, his muscles, his bones: desire, fear, pleasure, 
danger.
	And yet hed laid the groundwork, using hypnosis for her and self-hypnosis for himself. 
He thought out his plan, and put it into effect.
	And what effect, he thought, as he walked over to the glass to see her better. He could hear 
her voice over the booming of the music through the thick glass, see the energy and confidence she 
radiated as she led the class.
	Then she looked back and saw him. She smiled and started moving back toward the glass, 
to him.
	She was still counting out as she stood in front of the glass looking at him. She smiled and 
pointed a finger at the ground. Without thinking, David slipped down to his knees, once more 
before his Mistress, filled once more with joy at being in her presence. Then she blew him a kiss 
and scampered back to the front of the class.
	David blinked and stood up, taking a deep breath. His head cleared again. He looked on her 
in awe again, in awe of the control hed given her, the control shed taken over him. His skin tingled 
as he remembered her making him come with a word in the shower that morning. He knew 
theoretically such control was possible, but hed never tried it, never given her that kind of 
instruction. No, shed done that on her own.
	He straightened up and laughed out loud as he walked out of the fitness center to his car. 
He felt better, more alive than he had in years. Synergy indeed.
FIN 
Rev 10/13/2000

Synergy 
by silli_artie at hotmail dot com 
http://www.asstr.org/~artie
