CATHY TAKES, LOSES CONTROL

by Greg Ossog

I'm Jim Donner. This story started when I intended to meet up 
with Angie Feldman, my girlfriend, at her apartment. When I 
arrived, she wasn't there, but her roommate Cathy Chu said she 
was running a little late and should be back soon. I had been 
dating Angie long enough that I could make myself at home, so 
Cathy continued doing tai chi in the living room while I got 
myself a Coke, sat at the kitchen table, and pretended to read 
the paper.

Why "pretended," you might ask. Answer: Cathy was much more 
interesting than anything in the paper. She was born in Hawaii 
and has a great mix of Polynesian blood, giving her beautiful 
long black hair, tan skin, almond eyes and a knockout body. She 
practices tai chi almost every day in the living room, which is 
the only open space in the cramped apartment. If anything, she 
resembles the cute fitness lady on one of those silly exercise 
shows, where a buff guy and hot girl demonstrate technique on a 
green mat, with ocean and palm trees in the background. Have I 
fantasized about Cathy? Yeah, a fair amount; but I think I've 
been discreet and nothing but a gentleman and acquaintance to 
her. As far as I could tell, she didn't resent me hanging 
around. We'd even sit and chat once in a while if Angie took a 
phone call or something like that.

The apartment, as I said, is pretty small. From the 
kitchen/eating area, where I sat, I could see almost everything: 
living room, with couch to the right, TV and entryway to the 
left; and a short hallway for guest bedroom and bath (Cathy's), 
and "master" bedroom and bath (Angie's). Nothing spectacular 
about the master bath; only advantage was that it was connected 
to the room.

So Cathy kept going, oblivious to me, and as far as she knew, I 
wasn't paying much attention to her. I turned the page in the 
sports section; some baseball dude getting traded. Meanwhile, 
Cathy was in lycra bike shorts and a sports bra, both bright 
green. Neither was skimpy -- both would be acceptable in any gym 
-- but the form-fitting clothes did accentuate her curves, 
including her well-rounded ass, trim tummy and large breasts. I 
had not seen her in a bikini yet, and none of the "sexy roommate 
caught undressed" scenarios had ever happened, unfortunately. 
Maybe it was time to suggest the three of us go to the beach. A 
strong wave would wash her bikini right off, and I'd lead her 
naked body to my towel, and...

"Jim? Are you OK?" Cathy said, surprising me. She had finished 
her routine and stood in the middle of the floor. Even in 
different "rooms", we were no more than 8 feet apart. "It looked 
like you were zoning out there for a second."

I shook my head. "I'm fine. Just a big issue coming up at work 
next week. Just working it over in my head."

"You actually should try tai chi. It helps focus your mind. Have 
you ever had any interest?"

I put the paper down. "It does seem a lot slower than the other 
arts. More like dancing instead of fighting. What got you into 
it?"

"Tai chi is actually a combat art. We practice slowly because 
that is the way your body can internalize the moves. Come here, 
I'll show you."

I stepped into the living room. She placed herself about two 
feet away, facing me. Her eyes came up to my shoulders. If I 
dared, I could glance at the neckline of her sports bra, which 
plunged just barely enough to open about an inch of cleavage 
between her breasts. I almost thought I could discern two slight 
bumps in the fabric for her nipples.

She shook out her arms and got into a ready position. "Now try 
to strangle me. Arms around my neck."

I gingerly reached out to her neck and she did something, I 
don't even know what, but it was fucking *fast*. And before I 
knew it, I was pinned on my back on the floor, arms above my 
head, and she was stradding my chest. My head was between her 
legs, her knees at my ears. From this vantage point, she towered 
over me.

"And that's what happens," she said, with a little too much 
triumph for such a rigged demonstration. I tried to get up but had 
no leverage. "Go ahead, try to push me off," she said. "In a 
self defense situation I could really hurt you."

"That's pretty good," I said, in admiration. "I'll never look at 
tai chi in the park the same way again. Now can you let me up?"

"Not yet." Instead of letting me up, she kept me pinned, and in 
fact inched forward. Her expression of triumph had morphed into 
one of vengeance. All of a sudden, this was going seriously 
wrong. What the hell was she doing?

"Cathy, wh-" I started to say, but then my face was buried in 
green spandex at her crotch! I couldn't breathe, and started 
struggling, but to no avail. After a few seconds, she kneeled up 
a little, freeing my face. "What's your problem?" I cried.

"Oh admit it, you've had fantasies about this," she scolded, all 
friendliness gone. "I've seen the way you look at me. Do you 
really think we don't notice? Even Angie knows, and she rarely 
has more than half a clue about things. So stop pretending. And 
take a breath." Then she dropped down on me. Through her shorts, 
I could feel her warm pussy and smell the musky scent. She was 
turned on! To remove any doubt, she started grinding away on my 
face.

"This is your job now," Cathy said as she moved. "To bring me 
pleasure. And you'd better learn how to do it well." I was 
starting to get really scared. What would happen when Angie 
walked in and saw this? Whose word would she take, Cathy's or 
mine?

Cathy continued for a while like this, mashing her crotch into 
my face, and the scent was overpowering. She had always seemed 
so polite and good-natured before. What the hell happened?

Then she stood up, and for a moment I thought (wrongly) that I 
was free. "Stay there," she commanded, tapping a bare foot on my 
chest. Her gorgeous legs seemed to tower up into the 
stratosphere.

Then, incredibly, Cathy peeled off her shorts. She wore nothing 
underneath. Her legs were the same beautiful shade of tan all 
the way up, her pubis was trimmed neatly, and her pussy was 
already open and wet. My dick instantly sprang up, forming a 
tent in my pants. She glared down disapprovingly. "This is my 
fun, not yours," she said, and then sat back down on my face.

Her juices gushed out over my face, glazing my lips and chin. 
"Use your tongue, you idiot," was the command from above, and I 
extended it into her, exploringly. "That's better. But you're 
very clumsy. You've got a lot to learn." Her warm thighs hugged 
my head, and sometimes spasmed together with nearly enough force 
to crush my head.

"I once dated a white guy," she said with contempt, mashing 
herself onto my face as punctuation. "He actually believed that 
stupid, offensive, white guy bullshit about Asian vaginas being 
horizontal." She was not only aroused and imperious, but now 
also angry. Pinned underneath this woman, my head between her 
legs, was not a safe place to be, but I was finding part of 
myself turned on by this, curious where she would go with this. 
And I was finding myself happy to bring her pleasure. She was 
getting into my head somehow.

She actually came a few times, as far as I could tell, but kept 
going, and my tongue, jaw and neck were getting tired. She stood 
up again, and sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread. Her 
pussy glistened. "You're not done yet, slave," she said. "Take 
off your clothes. All of them."

At this point I remembered Angie would be home at any minute; 
that it would be very bad to be caught like this. I protested, 
but she simply folded her arms at me and glared. I found myself 
too meek to resist.

As I doffed my briefs, the last item of clothing, my dick was 
rock hard, harder than I ever remembered, and pulsated with each 
beat of my heart. I was sweating. I wondered if I would end up 
coming right here on the carpet, without even being touched, 
like a teenage boy during his first time.

"Take all your clothes into my room and dump them in the back of 
my closet," she commanded. "Then come back out." The last bit of 
reason in my head cautioned that doing this would make it 
impossible to cover up in time when Angie arrived. There was no 
way. I would be caught naked in the room with Cathy, and it 
would be over with Angie. This was not what I wanted -- was it? 
But still I walked into her room.

I flipped on the light. Cathy's bedroom... where she slept, 
changed clothes, talked to the guys in her life, all the 
intimate things. All my teenage fantasies, every girl I'd had a 
crush on, and wished I could be in her bedroom -- all those 
combined into the huge infatuation I had now for Cathy. And her 
stuff was here!

I must have softened a little bit while walking over here 
because I was now rock hard again, almost painfully so. And then 
I imagined her, completely nude, climbing into bed, tucking her 
bare legs under the sheets, and that picture was too much to 
take. I spurted into the air, warm gobs of come falling to the 
floor.

This was very bad; Cathy wouldn't like this at all. I stood 
there paralyzed for a moment, and then heard Cathy yell "what 
the hell's going on in there?" With no other choice, I wiped up 
with my own clothes, and then tossed them in the closet.

When I returned to the living room, I was hard again. She was 
still seated at the edge of the couch. "Get down on all fours, 
and get back to work."

I tried that way, but it worked better with my forearms on her 
thighs, hands around her bare ass, and she didn't seem to mind. 
She was getting ready to come again and I was pushing harder, 
bringing her to climax, when the door clicked open. Oh shit. I 
couldn't see -- Cathy grabbed my hair and kept my face in her 
lap -- but it had to be Angie. Oh well, that was that. Nice 
knowing you Ange. Sorry about getting naked for your roommate 
and licking her snatch.

"How could you?" Angie cried. My bare ass and hanging balls had 
to be the first thing she saw. "Why? Why are you doing this!"

"What are you doing here?" Cathy yelled back, still keeping my 
head down. She sounded quite surprised, which didn't make sense 
because she knew Angie would be back soon. That's what she told 
me.

"You bitch!" Angie said, and I didn't expect that. Number one, 
she didn't have a foul mouth, and number two, I thought she'd go 
after me first.

I can explain, I wanted to say, but could not, even if I hadn't 
been muffled by Cathy's muff. I felt longing and sympathy for 
Angie, but almost as a third person; I seemed to belong to Cathy 
now. "He's mine now," she said. "This is what he's always 
wanted. Even when sleeping with you, he's probably fantasized 
about being with me. Don't act so surprised."

"You filthy, filthy -"

"Stop," Cathy interrupted. She scooted back and vaulted one bare 
leg over me, standing up. I turned over clumsily into a slouched 
seating position, my head on the cushion, as Cathy marched over. 
What a beautiful ass she had. Angie... she still seemed to be in 
shock, and almost about to cry.

"This is the way it is now," Cathy said, facing Angie. I had the 
side view and they seemed like boxers staring each other down in 
the ring, except one looked already beaten and the other 
victorious. "He prefers me over you. And look at him. He'll do 
anything I say."

"That's not true!" Angie protested, tears forming. When Cathy 
slapped her in the face, she began to cry for real.

Cathy put her hands on her bare hips, staring down my probably 
former girlfriend. "Angie, you'd better stop talking back to me. 
You'd better start paying more attention and following 
directions. Do you understand?"

Angie nodded mutely, blinking through tears. Wow, she had given 
up! Just like I did, I guess.

"Now take off your shirt," she commanded, and Angie obeyed. She 
now was wearing jeans and a plain white bra. Her shoulders had 
little freckles. I remembered kissing those shoulders.

"Take off the bra," Cathy said. Angie did so, and dropped it on 
the floor. I couldn't believe this! "Look at these puny 
breasts," she sneered, grabbing one and roughly tweaking its 
nipple. "What man would ever be interested in these?" My balls 
felt like they were about to burst. "That's why you have to 
settle for people like your boyfriend," she said. I felt no 
umbrage at this insult; I was lucky to be noticed by Cathy.

She peeled off her own sports bra, tossing her hair as she 
pulled it over her head. Gloriously naked, her back was slightly 
arched, showing off her luscious breasts and dark nipples. "Now 
these," said Cathy, cupping them, "are what men really admire." 
The sight of her completely naked, something I had always 
fantasized about since the very first time I met her, sent me 
over the edge. I came all over my stomach, thighs and the carpet 
in huge spurts.

"See, look at that," Cathy said. "I'm the one he wants. Even 
just a look at me is all he needs." I should have felt shame 
when Angie looked my way, eyes red from crying, but I did not. 
"Now take off those pants."

Angie, still cowed, wriggled out of her jeans. All she wore were 
bikini-style panties, black ones. My dick was hard again, that 
quickly.

"Now kneel." I disagreed with Cathy's choice here, because I 
wanted Angie completely naked. Angie must have stood there a 
moment too long, because Cathy repeated her command.

Angie remained standing, though, and her submissive posture 
melted away. She simply said, "No."

"I said kneel, slave," said Cathy sternly. "Don't make me say it 
again."

Angie laughed now. "Don't be ridiculous."

"What?"

Angie picked up her shirt and buttoned it. "Did you really think 
I taught you these things so you could use them on my guy? And 
then try to use them on *me*? What were you thinking?"

Cathy stood there dumbfounded. I was confused, too; what was 
Angie talking about? And after a mix of fear, abasement and 
sexual arousal, I didn't know what to feel right now.

Angie told Cathy to lay down face-up on the carpet, hands and 
legs spread, as if starting a snow angel. I had to stand up to 
make room for her to do this. Cathy was to stay this way until 
further notice. She looked pretty silly, laying naked on the 
floor like that. And her but was right on the wet spot.

Now was the moment I dreaded, where I would settle things (if 
possible) with Angie. But she had a smile on her face, as if 
this were a private joke I should have been in on. "Did you like 
my acting out there?" she asked, and then mimicked her earlier 
sobbing. "Oh, how could you? Why, oh, why??"

"Are you pissed off at me?" This was very important to know.

"No, not at all. Why don't you take a shower and then I'll 
explain everything."

Grateful not to be in trouble, I spent about 10 minutes in 
scalding hot water and soap before toweling off. I stood in my 
towel, picking out clean clothes to put on, when Angie tapped my 
forearm. "Not now." Her shirt was fully unbuttoned and open, 
revealing her pert breasts, and she had taken her panties off. 
She untied my towel; I pushed her shirt off her shoulders; both 
dropped to the floor. She led me to the bed.

Normally it takes a little while to get Angie warmed up; and 
there's a lot of fun in that, too. But that afternoon, she 
pushed me on my back and literally jumped on top of me. She was 
already soaking wet, and I was hard, and I went right in. She 
felt not only warm, but hot. It was really just a few thrusts, 
her nails digging into my shoulders, before she came; and I came 
an instant later.

"God, that was so fucking hot," she said, kissing me, biting my 
lips. "That worked out better than I imagined." We separated, 
and then she snuggled beside me. Aside from light filtering in 
through the curtains, the room was dark.

"So what happened out there?" I said. "I'm very confused."

She kissed my neck and crossed a bare leg over mine. "You know 
those self-defense courses I was taking? One of the things they 
were teaching us was mind control. It was very controversial. 
But if you could fend off a bad guy by convincing him to leave, 
that's better than getting in a fight, right?"

"Sounds right," I said.

"Well, I was talking to Cathy about it and she got really 
interested. She wanted me to teach her. I wasn't sure about it, 
but then there were a few little things I had noticed in her 
behavior that made me curious. So I thought about doing an 
experiment. At first it seemed like a bad idea, but the more I 
went over it, the better it seemed.

"So after teaching Cathy, I had you come over here to meet me. 
But before that time, I ducked out, and told Cathy I wouldn't be 
back until about 5. Now if Cathy told you this, you'd probably 
call me up, and if I stuck to my story, you'd go do something 
else instead of staying in the apartment all afternoon. But 
Cathy didn't tell you. Instead, she said I'd be back soon, so 
you'd stay. She thought she'd have all afternoon to work on 
you."

I said, "And when you came in, you would find out whether Cathy 
took the bait or not."

"Exactly."

"I thought you'd be upset with me for fooling around with her."

"Not at all. I know you think she's attractive, but you've never 
been a jerk about it. I know lots of cute guys too, even some of 
your friends. Cathy just used mind control to strengthen your 
attraction so you could not resist her. If anything, I feel bad 
about setting you up."

Well, that was a huge relief. "So what are we going to do about 
her? Get a new roommate?"

"Are you kidding?" Angie said. "I'm keeping her. Don't worry, 
I'll share."

"Generous of you," I joked.

"We'll keep her naked whenever she's here, unless we dress her 
up in something; and she should always be here except for work 
or with our permission. She'll do all the housework -- naked of 
course -- and you can have sex with her whenever you want. We 
could try S&M stuff, but I don't want to bruise her or 
anything."

"Looks like you've put some thought into this," I said.

"Oh, it'll be sooo cool. I mean, I'm not bi, but still I'm going 
to try things with her. These... 'puny breasts'; she's going to 
love the taste of them. Maybe she could sleep with us at night 
sometimes."

I didn't mind that idea at all.

"And when we go to parties... we could have her on a little gold 
chain, a leash. We'd start her out with slinky dresses, 
revealing necklines and stuff... but imagine the sensation when 
we walk into a place with our naked slave on a leash! Anyway, 
while you were taking a shower, I conditioned her. She'll do 
whatever you want, too. In a little while, why don't you try her 
out?"

"Not yet," I told Angie, starting to caress her perfectly sized 
breast. I loved her more than ever.

(Author's note: Story is based on "Cathy Takes Control" by 
Cactus Juggler. As my title implies, my story has a different 
ending. Certainly the Jim Donner character would fare better 
than simply ending up a sex slave.)

  
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