Dave2112
Level of Cherry Feather
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(This story is an odd one, a deep one...and one in which the story of writing it would be almost as interesting as the tale itself. It's a long one, so I hope you take the time to explore it, as I took the time to explore those parts of ourselves we often shun, and even more often think of as merely greater parts of a whole...one that we ultimately control. How foolish we can often be...
So, sit back and enjoy this tale of a man, his Ego, Id, and Addiction.)
The touch on my shoulder is soothing where there should be no sensation. The breath flowing over my ear warm where there should be no heat. The presence welcome although wholly unnatural. She no longer frightens me as she did when I first met her. Should I say “met”? She’s always been with me...they all have. Slinking around the peripheral edges of my consciousness, biding their time...waiting for me to, what? Fall?
No.
Ascend.
So many who never achieve this level of oneness with self as I have, I pity them. But...have I achieved this, or have they done so for me? Am I chosen...or damned? Does any of it matter? Isn’t it all simply...determined? Those who keep them down, shun them from their personal reality, convincing themselves that they somehow own themselves...I do pity them. Should they pity me? Perhaps. I might, if it weren’t so...very...what’s the word...insightful.
I feel the pity in neither direction as the chords, notes and primal screams of the lyrics invade the ear that’s free to hear them. The other? Consumed by that moist, warm breath as she slides her hand from my shoulder and down my chest, leaning in to share in the experience of the music pounding its way out of my desktop’s speakers.
I hear voices in my head
They council me, they understand
They talk to me...
“I like this one, Payne,” she coos, her voice liquid, a female counterpart to my own in timbre and cadence...but it would be, wouldn’t it? “it suits you. Aggressive, yet honest. Wherever did you find it?”
Sliding my head to the side, allowing her to see the screen in full, I prepare myself for the inevitable silky chastisement sure to follow.
“A wrestling video? Oh, Payne...please tell me this isn’t some new thing I won’t enjoy about you. You despise wrestling, and I love you for that. Like I love everything about you. But, all that posing and ridiculous falseness. It’s so...beneath you.”
“I like the song, that’s all.” I reply, turning my head to take in the subtle scent of her gently curled blonde locks. Platinum blonde. Softly stroking the edges of my face, she’s that close. So close....
“It is good. And so....you.”
They tell me things that I will do,
They show me things I’ll do to you;
They talk to me...
“Did you want something in particular, my dear, or do you simply need to be.....stroked?” I enjoy the thin smile at our shared joke. She does require that particular brand of attention from time to time.
“Mmmmm,” she purrs as she nibbles at my earlobe, “if there’s going to be any stroking, maybe you should flip over to that site you like so much.” Her hand slips down between my legs, running her long nails over the fabric of my sweatpants, teasing me into a swelling hardness at her touch. “You know the one, all those helpless little girls...all tied up...behaving just the way you like.”
My hand absently moves the mouse, hovering the cursor over the fast-link to the bondage site I enjoy. We enjoy. Between her touch and the explosion of imagery erupting from the screen, I grow quickly. Reactively. They are adorable, she’s right. So innocent...smooth...bad. Bad little girls. So very naughty...in need of...
“...someone like you. Someone strong, someone focused, someone to show them how to behave.” Her breath in my ear is pulsing, flowing, increasing in rate and intensity as she slips her hand under the waistband. “You’re the best, lover. You’re the one to show them, they need you. They don’t deserve you, but what do they know? Just stupid little girls, waiting for a real man to take control of them.” She pouts in that self-deprecating way that is so very sensual. “So few of them these days...too many ‘sensitive’ men, so worried about what we’ll think of them. Too afraid to offend us, rather than just taking what they’re owed. But not you, my cavalier.”
My cock reacts to the tightening grip, the steady stroke of her warm hand. The images so sweet. She’s right. They do need someone like me. To show them how to behave. So many out of control these days, no respect, no regard for their betters...no concept of their proper place. The ones on the screen know. Or at the very least, they’re learning. Tied so tightly, sensual bodies stretched out, bent over...helpless. Tormented, teased, learning their lessons like the obedient girls they should be. Haughty attitudes beaten down by the superior forces of will that...that...
“Oh, Payne,” her husky voice (eerily familiar in tone as well) invading my focus, yet somehow enhancing it at the same time, “all this boring psychological stuff. Aren’t they just...hot?” She punctuates this last with a slow, steady breath in my other ear as her hand rakes long nails along my scalp with perfect touch, sending exotic shivers down my spine.
I feel another hand slide down my neck and slip under my shirt, playfully teasing the edges of my nipple with long, red nails. Warm breath from full red lips flowing over me...
“Yes, they are. So unbelievably hot. Look at this one. The young redhead hanging upside down. God, what a body on that little minx.” I turn my head to face her, the red lips brushing mine, her angelic face framed by that flaming red hair. “She reminds me of you, a little. Not as...forceful a presence, of course, just another whiny little bitch. But...she’s got your body, my love.”
That body presses against me, her full breasts barely contained by the dark red leather bikini top, nothing to break the smooth lines of her svelte waist, flat stomach and nubile hips...except the matching red leather thong. She knows what I like and never disappoints. Even the red, strappy heels on her smooth feet reach that gooey center of my brain.
“You’re always so good to me, darling,” she coos, “but I worry about you. Always focusing so hard on head games and roles and all that....stuff.” She pouts. “Sometimes things are just....sexy. Instinctive. Can’t it simply be that?”
I let my arms curl around her waist, pulling her in tighter, the warm flesh so utterly sweet against me as she wriggles her form gently.
“There’s nothing sexier than power, Sidney,” the lithe blonde at my right side replies, voice direct but loose, almost as if we’d had this conversation before, “and there’s no more powerful force than Payne. Isn’t that right, love?”
My attention shifts to Reiko, the exotic blonde now pressing her warmth against me. Her slim body encased in powder blue, accenting her eyes and almost-white hair. Her breasts less full than Sid’s, but still delectable...contained in the criss-cross top that wraps around her ribcage. I can feel the smooth flesh of her bare belly against my right arm and suffer myself a glance downward at the tight blue microskirt and those long, lean legs. Strappy heels, of course. At least it’s one thing they agree upon.
“Can’t you two ever find some common ground?” I tease as my lips brush against Reiko’s, “you’re far too...special to allow petty differences to annoy either of you, my dears.”
“We both love you, if that counts,” Sid replies, her hands finding the sensitive areas of my chest and back, one drifting lower as she speaks, “and we both take care of you, just like you take care of us, baby.”
My attention draws back to the screen, the images of the sweet young girls in helpless bondage. The two female voices fade into the background as the sight of those tight little bodies and tormented faces beckon me. My one true pleasure...my...my...need. It is one, isn’t it? There’s a fine line between want and need, between desire and desperation. Those things we have to have....have to possess....have to....
“...have one? Why can’t we? They’re pretty and I want one, please? Pictures aren’t enough, and we all know it...can’t we have one? It only makes sense, you deserve one, Payne.”
I look down and she’s there as always. A little late to the party, as usual, but she always shows up. Her warm hands on the inside of my thighs, that pouty, almost desperate face looking up at me from her kneeling position under the computer desk. I’m not usually the short-hair type, but she carries it well, the black, straight locks curling in about her almost child-like face...all big dark eyes and barely-contained exuberance. I catch a glimpse of the swell of her breasts under the loose-fitting green half-shirt, torn in places to reveal the black fishnet underneath. Her jeans torn as well, patches of smooth flesh exposed. She should look ragged, but somehow remains desirable, the dark make-up working for her rather than against her. Some freaks are just sexy....
“Yes, I do, don’t I?” I reply, my voice noticeably lower as it always is when my focus is so directed at what I enjoy.
“Yes, you do. You’re a god, you deserve their worship, there’s no one better than you to teach them how to behave.”
“And they’re sooooo hot and luscious.”
“You have to have one, Payne. You have to. How long can you live without one anymore? You’re smart, you’re patient, you can have one. Just take one. I love you, but you know how much it hurts without one to call your own. It hurts so bad, I understand...I can make it better...”
“Alright, then....enjoy yourself, love.” She whispers as she slides her hand back up my chest.
“Dammit, Addie, do you have to be so whiny about it? You’re not the only one in the room, you know!” Sid intones as her hands continue to massage me everywhere.
I settle on a page showing the beautifully helpless and dangling redhead being tickled, fondled, dominated and whipped by some masked man. She’s gagged now, a red ball snug behind her teeth, her lips twisted in a snarl of torment she can do nothing about. Addie’s lips close around my cock, pulling hard...so good at what she does. Her tongue coddling my shaft, pulsing against that tender spot beneath the head. The suction is perfect, and by the rapid increase of her breathing, I can tell it somehow affects Sid almost as if it were her clit being so expertly manipulated.
“Ughh...I hate those masks. So...stereotypical. You’d never wear one, would you, darling?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, carried into my brain by the directives of her purpose, tingling the receptors and synapses. “You’d let her see that gorgeous face of yours, wouldn’t you? Your focus, your presence. Throw her with that cheshire smile...let her know who owns her sorry ass.”
Yes. Yes, I would. God, it feels so good.
“There is nothing sexier than a bound, squirming female, is there Payne?” she breathes with pure lust. “It’s what separates us from the animals...sex. For the pure enjoyment of it. In all of its forms. Feel that, Payne. Imagine her...yours. Just like you do with me. Oh baby.....fuck me...tie me up and fuck me.....”
“Fuck me....own me.....take me.....”
Addie releases her oral grip on me for a moment, her black-rimmed green eyes boring into me.
“Yessss.....take them. They’re yours, lover. All you need right now is me. Take control, baby...they’re yours. You need this....it’s everything....”
My little freak imposes her true power, the wolf in sheep’s clothing that she is...or has become. The shy little girl I first met some months ago now a driving force, taking her place alongside the others, growing stronger and more assured every single time, with each passing day.
Reality, whatever that is...whatever it means to the lesser beings I’m forced to share this planet with...slips away. No, wait. That’s not what I meant. What is reality? Only the perceptions of one’s own surroundings and those who inhabit it. My reality returns to me. The true reality, my true world. The one I’ve broken through and achieved, as my girls are so quick to remind me.
The computer on the desk with its luscious imagery remains on the periphery of my awareness. That awareness, however, is consumed by the vision of Reiko and Sid...tied side-by-side on my bed. It’s so smooth, I don’t even feel as if I’ve moved. The struggling, dangling redhead still framed by my Third Eye, but my other two lasered in on the lovely occupants of the bed as they send their presence my way. Both tied with arms overhead and legs apart, Sid’s left crossed over Rieko’s right. The latter growling behind the blue rubber ball nestled behind her white teeth. Fighting against the ropes, a captive animal. Sid squirming seductively, her nubile body barely contained in the tiny leather bikini, the mewls and moans escaping the red leather gag are sexual, pleading not for release...but for attention.
Without noticing how, I’m on my knees between the two most gorgeous women I’ve ever...
“Don’t you ever forget how they got like this...” Addie intones, passively, but dangerously.
...two of the three most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen in my life. As my hands roam over the soft, warm flesh of their squirming, struggling bodies...Addie is behind me. Her own hands flowing across my back, over my shoulders, inside my shirt. Unbuttoning the little plastic loops and sliding the shirt off of me.
“You don’t need them to talk at the moment, my love,” she whispers heavily into my ear. The warmth of her breath is like molten honey flowing into my cranial passageways. “They serve their purpose, but I’m the one you need, aren’t I baby?”
“Yes....yes...all I need.” I start to pant as I take advantage of the bound women, poking and tickling their squirming bodies. Reiko growls and pulls with everything she has against the tight ropes, while Sidney arches her back, giggling and rocking her hips. My fingers probe and tease the soft flesh, those ticklish little places that give me the reactions I crave. The ones I need. The ones I have to...have...have to...
“...have to have this. Give in to it, lover. Don’t be shy. This is food, this is air...this is the blood flowing through those fiery veins of yours. See? Sid gets it. She knows. It’s what you are, your instinct. Reiko fights....it’s what she does. But she still wants you...still loves you. You’re a god, didn’t she say that? Get them....do it....take them....take us all feed yourself don’t let this go this is food this is air there is nothing else this is life this is all fuck us take us just let it go fuck us baby fuck us and do what you want we’re yours all yours all yours.....”
The world is a miasmic oil painting of color and sensation, a palette of touch and drive and sex and desire. Raw, base instincts set loose and unleashed upon an unsuspecting psyche. Unsuspecting but so very....very...accepting. Addie is nude, crawling over my back, dry-humping me, fingering herself and biting deep into my neck. The bound women under me, taking their turns being speared through by my cock, ready to split in half from painful pleasure....nothing exists, nothing matters....teasing, tickling, fucking, licking, sucking, kissingbitingskinfleshsexbloodsementouchfirerageposessionsexsexsexsexsex....
Explosion.
Can one actually witness the folding of time as it collapses in upon itself? I believe we can...when we’re ready...when we let it all go. Like a polyhexagon shrinking down, reducing itself to a simple cube, the world falls back into place. The vaguely blue light from the computer the only source in the room. The dangling, suspended redhead frozen in her place.
In her place. Where she belongs.
My presence reflects back to me, alone again. It’s just me. The mess under my desk barely noticed. The taste of blood from my bitten lip a coppery echo of sensation...the music still flowing from the speakers, one knocked over. The only thing left to break the silence of my existence as my head drops down, cradled in my crossed arms....
I have a Voice that is my Savior,
Hates to Love and Loves to Hate;
I have the Voice that has the Knowledge
And the Power to seal your fate...
I hear voices crying,
I see heroes dying,
I taste blood that’s drying,
I feel tension rising...
I do love this song...
I hear voices in my head
They council me, they understand
They talk to me....
**************************************
Maybe Reiko’s right. Maybe I don’t belong here. I hate this town, I really do. Well, perhaps hate is too strong a...no. It’s not. I seriously hate this whole area. Little people, little thoughts, little beliefs and tiny little plans, if any.
Driving down the road that once would have seen me fighting traffic at this time of day, I have nothing but empty asphalt in front of me, endlessly falling underneath my tires. Just knowing that the sights disappearing behind me will be there to greet me on my return trip brings that sinking feeling again. Such a depressed area, economically, culturally (if you can call pig roasts and bowling leagues culture) and even in the pervading spirit hanging over it like a dark cloud.
And the people living under the shadow of that cloud? They could all disappear in a day, like the “Rapture” they so mindlessly believe in, and the world would not even notice the extra space. People oblivious to the working of the world outside of that twenty mile radius from the barn they were born in. People who still believe Grandma’s boysenberry pie will cure the common cold. Going through their little lives, hoping to get one more day behind them, taking their pleasures however they can get them, usually grouped together like sheep...so desperately seeking one another’s approval.
Small little minds.
However, some of them are useful. Ironically, one of the very things that makes this place what it is, the rampant substance abuse, serves my purpose today. The one stop I needed to make behind me, I push the memories out of my head before they take hold and use up space better reserved for my more luxurious mental pursuits. The run-down house, the long dirt road to get there, the foul smells and fouler people. The tension-filled exchange of cash for drugs. Nothing too terribly hard-core, of course. Just those little blue pieces of heaven that keep me focused, relaxed...and fed. It’s amazing to think on at times, the road that started with a car accident and wound its way to the driveway of addiction. Yes, even the enlightened among us have our little demons. And why not? It’s such a short thing, life. Especially here, any small enjoyment to be had is nothing more or less than the passing of the days. Oh, I get plenty from my own physician, as overworked as any in this fucked-up health-care system we all deal with, more than happy to prescribe and move on to the next. However, my pain of late seems to be ever-present...at least my mind tells me so. Slowly, I’ve found myself needing more to keep it under control. So, I must occasionally pad my supply with a trip to the seedier parts of an already seedy town.
“Don’t beat yourself up so, Payne,” she soothes me with a hand on my shoulder, “even the greatest have their needs. And you are one of the greatest. Don’t ever forget that, darling. So, you need a little quiet time for your head. With a brain like yours, it’s no wonder it’s screaming all the time. Don’t you feel better now?”
I do, yes. And she’s right. Sitting across from me in the passenger seat, Reiko smiles softly. She’s taken her place up front since the side-trip. Of course, it was Addie who sat in that very seat prior to the stop, and while I do enjoy her company, I must admit that her slightly annoying and occasionally juvenile side was starting to get to me a bit...
“...no, turn here, it’s faster! Pay attention, don’t miss the turn, are we almost there? I hope he’s home, that motherfucker’s always taking off right after he says he’ll be there. What if he’s not home? Can we go to Jerry’s? Maybe he can fix us up, huh? Oh God, he better be home. Drive faster, Payne, please? It makes me feel better, and my head’s killing me....it hurts so bad, please drive faster...are we almost there...shit, did we miss the turn...where the FUCK is it? He better fucking be home, he better....”
Now, however, she’s leaning happily against Sid in the back seat, the redhead’s fingertips caressing her scalp under her short black hair. Sid leans forward a little, using her other hand to stroke along my shoulder, her voice easy and relaxed...sultry.
“And don’t forget that it just feels good, lover. That’s the important thing,” she says while throwing Reiko a sly, sideways glance, “that you feel good. Life’s so short, so stop justifying your actions. You deserve to feel good, with all the crap you put up with from these...primates.”
They’re both right. And now, wrapped comfortably in my little cocoon, I can think clearly, fully hear the sense that my girls make. They do care for me so. And I love them. A few cars appear on the road as we get closer to what the locals call “the city”, which is little more than the largest of the small towns that dot the map like coffee stains.
It is, however, where they meet. The younger ones. The ones that just may hold the key to the future of this place in their hands. If they could get past this need to congregate and seek one another’s approval so vehemently. Showing off their pretty plumage and hoping beyond hope to attract a mate. Even if only for the evening. Someone to share in their misery, make it go away for a night. To justify their existence.
Where to go today? Of all days, this becomes an important decision to make. The day we become one, to ascend to what I know...what they know, I can be. Something greater than that which surrounds me. No longer sedated by my environment, freed of the chains the lessers find themselves bound by.
Living instead of existing.
And I deserve it.
“You do, Payne...and it’s about time, my love.” Reiko’s voice is soothing as I pass under the first traffic light. “Now, where are we headed?”
“The mall?” I ask. More to myself, but we have no secrets. “Plenty of them there.”
“Mmmmm, all so young and sweet. You do like the young ones, don’t you baby?”
“And wholly undeserving of Payne. We wouldn’t want to be wasting our time now, would we, Sidney? Besides, they may all be young and adorable, but they travel in packs, like little lemmings. We musn’t allow certain...influences to compromise our judgment, darling.” She exchanges a subtle glance with Addie, who playfully sticks out her tongue in return.
Her fingers along my neck are a welcome distraction from the sights of the “city”, the run-down, almost-forgotten location. If not for the college, there’d be nothing left. But, with one...the clubs do manage to stay in business. Stores and dealerships may crash upon the rocks of recession, but give college students a place to soak their little brains in the intoxicant of the day while they go about their little mating rituals...and you’ve got yourself an oasis in the desert.
Yes, the club. The big one. With all the pretty lights and pulsing music. I could use something primal and base for a change.
“Turn the CD player on, will you please?” Addie whines adorably, “I wanna hear that song again, it makes me happy.”
I drive through the potholed streets toward the club and take stock of the town around me. Its denizens. Little ants, mice...sheep. All following, none leading. Well, not for the right reasons, anyway. Or with the proper drive. To no purpose. The music forces its way into my brain, and I welcome it.
You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe;
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith...
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It’s times like these that I feel the solitude of my ascension. I know I can’t be the only one, but around here...I’m certain I’m alone. Oh, for at least one other person to be able to see my entrance. The source of that confidence that, as it appears, is so effective that it goes completely unnoticed.
The ladies do enjoy their nights out. There are so few these days. Reiko in her shimmering blue dress, hugging her subtle curves and baring her back all the way down to her tailbone. Sidney, of course, is off the charts in her sexual allure, the red tube top under her rib-length short jacket barely covering her full breasts...the leather pants with criss-crossed lattice up the sides of her legs showing heavenly peeks at her perfect flesh. Even Addie has cleaned up nicely, her green skirt barely long enough to cover her, the black fishnets on her legs untorn for once. The pale green and black tank top accentuating her slightly upturned breasts. Her make-up is the same, of course. Intense but carefully crafted to display both sensuality and danger.
Anyone else entering with these beauties on his arm would no doubt become the center of attention, but I manage to slip in relatively unnoticed. I prefer it that way.
“They never see you coming, my dear.”
Taking an empty seat at the end of the bar, I scan the crowd. Mostly young, although a few older men are working their way in and out of the small groupings of girls. Having little luck, of course.
“Women do like older men, but not these grown-up boys. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I certainly wouldn’t go home with anyone wearing a John Deere t-shirt and a beer gut. Ugh. So obviously desperate.”
The dance floor is full. The females lead the way, the boys following. While the girls move sensually, some even violently, the boys are jerky...almost spastic. Craving attention. Amusingly pathetic. But the girls...so pretty, so wild and free. My eyes fall over each of them as the music shifts to a remake of a song I’d almost forgotten about from my own youth. I like it, a harder edge to a tune that was almost in the novelty category. I wonder how many of them even know this isn’t the original...
...all I want is to be left alone,
in my average home;
Why do I always feel
like I’m in the Twilight Zone?
I always feel like somebody’s watching me...
“Oooh....look at that one....”
Her moves more focused than the others...
...I always feel like somebody’s watching me...
“She is seriously hot, isn’t she?”
...can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid...
“Oh my.....GOD. Yes......yes.....”
She commands attention rather than requesting it...
...people say I’m crazy, just a little touched...
“That’s the one...don’t you even look at anyone else. Please? Can we have her? I want that one...”
The boys surround her. A challenge. Interesting.
“Yes....very interesting. And a challenge you can easily conquer, darling. They’re boys...you’re a man. Own her....”
...I always feel like....somebody’s watching me....
The song fades as the DJ announces his break. The sheep follow one another to their marked territories and hers just happens to be across the bar from where I sit. Two of the boys press into her space, rivals for her attention. She’s so obviously playing them both. Well, obvious to anyone not controlled by his hormones.
“Oh, Payne, I’m so deeply hurt.” Sid feigns as she kisses my cheek.
Of course she would command that attention. Her hair, somewhere between brunette and blonde...shades of both, flowing down her back with the very slightest of curl. Her body on display, the firm breasts of her youth full enough to accent her sexual maturity. The tight jeans little more than a fresh coat of paint and that top. Very nice. Designed to show her off and it works. Black shiny fabric tied behind her slim neck and separating into two patches dropping down to cover her breasts and bare the center of her stomach. A shiny jewel drawing one’s attention to her deep navel. High cheekbones and deep-set blue eyes rimmed with the perfect balance of black eyeliner (in that subtle upward swoop at the outer edges) and powder blue shadow.
The boys go through their mating ritual. Comparing tattoos. How special. Of course, making sure to flex the appropriate muscles as they so proudly display the markings they’ll regret in thirty years.
“What can I get you?” the girl behind the bar asks. She’s cute. “Beer?”
“Tell me,” I ask, allowing the subtle accent of my Celtic background to come to the forefront, “is there a chance you have a bottle of Chivas Regal back there somewhere?”
She smiles and turns, scanning the bottles. Her eyes stay with me as she returns with the rarely-asked-for liquor and pours a shot.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, “a double, please....and one for the lovely lady over there.”
“Oh, Katie,” she grins, “you too, huh? Girl’s gonna be plastered by the time she goes through all the beers she doesn’t have to pay for.”
I place my hand over the bartender’s and catch her gaze.
“Well, send her one of these and tell her it’s from someone who thought she’d appreciate something of a....higher quality. Thank you, dear.”
“Nicely done, love.”
As the drink reaches her....Katie, it suits her...she turns to look over the men of the bar. Her eyes settle on me. Who else would have sent it? The kid with the mohawk two seats down? Sir John Deere over there? Of course not. She’s got some brains to go with that body, it seems. Her gaze is matched by that of the two boys at her side, although theirs isn’t quite as....welcoming.
Giving it the requisite several minutes, I get up to use the restroom, returning around the other end of the bar, my path leading me right past where she sits.
“Thank you,” Katie says as I pass by, careful not to look at her, “you have taste.”
“I certainly do,” I turn to face her, taking a step back from the one carefully designed to go past her, “and I’m glad I’m not the only one.” I continue on.
“I wouldn’t mind another.” she smiles.
“Of course not.”
As the boys busy themselves with standing around the girl, I take one of the open seats next to Katie.
“Hey, I was sitting there,” one of them says.
“Yes, you were, weren’t you?” I reply without looking at him, “I apologize. I didn’t know you were finished flexing, son. Here, take the seat, you must be very tired...”
I move to get up as he puts his hand on my shoulder. Without the expected posturing or reflex, I take his little finger with my hand and twist hard in the opposite direction of the angle of his elbow. With little recourse, the boy drops slowly to his knee as I apply more and more pressure.
“You could break it with another pound...careful honey.”
“I really do not enjoy being touched,” I say, just a hint of force behind my accented voice, then pass my gaze over to the luscious little morsel watching with thinly-veiled enthusiasm, “at least not by other men, of course.”
“Hmmm, she responds to the superior male, how very surprising.”
I turn to stare at the other one, locking his gaze until he lets it go. So predictable. He picks his friend off the floor with the foreseeable “asshole” muttered low and they scurry off to find easier prey.
“I do apologize, my dear, I detest violence,” I say as I settle back down into the seat, “but I also detest posturing. I outgrew that years ago.”
“Well, thank you anyway, they were getting annoying. Can’t a girl go out without being hounded?”
“Apparently not. Especially when one is as....beautiful as you, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
“Subtle. She likes it. She’s a little ball of self-love, no matter what she said. They all are.”
“You said ‘years ago’, how old are you, if you don’t mind? I’m sorry, you just don’t look that old to say something like that.”
“Oh, I like this one...”
“I’m...well...ok, I’ll play. How old do you think I am? I’m curious.”
“I don’t know...thirty, thirty-two?”
“She’s good.”
“Oh, my dear....you are my new best friend,” I say as I raise my glass to her, “I’m actually forty-two.”
“Really? You look good for your age. I mean....you look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it came out. I’m an idiot sometimes.” She does play it well, I’ll give her that.
“It’s quite alright...Katie, was it? It’s just good genes, nothing else. But I do thank you.”
Now.
“And you, dear Katie,” I intone with the most seductive accent and cadence I can muster, “are a lovely girl. I mean that. So much more beautiful than I usually see here.”
“Oh, you suave beast, you. She’s going to be a puddle of goo.”
“You come here a lot?” she asks as she moves her seat closer, hoping I don’t notice...or praying that I do. “I don’t remember you, and I’m here all the time.”
“Oh, I don’t usually announce my presence so...forcefully as I did earlier,” I laugh lightly, “I enjoy a couple of drinks and the music. It’s the only place that plays anything new and exciting. I used to play, so I appreciate music of all kinds.”
“Very nice, Payne. Takes the age difference out of the equation. At least socially.”
“But instinctively? She sees you as the Alpha...she deserves the best, at least in her little mind.”
“I can’t wait to see what she looks like naked and helpless. She’s yours, Payne...reel her in. She’s the one...”
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The ride back to my place was fun for a change. The sights of the return trip forgotten as Katie kept me occupied with her chatter and attention. Of course she came home with me. I worked her so well at the bar. Reiko was so proud.
“I wonder what hers is like,” I remember her saying, “I’d love to meet her.”
She was predictably lustful as we entered my home. The young ones usually are. All hormones and desire. I had to balance myself accordingly. Give her enough back to feed her interest, but keep her wanting more.
I take her jacket, hang it up and offer her a drink. Of course, she accepts.
“Now, don’t give them all away, we need them. But...we do need her as well.”
The pills dissolve quickly in the drink, visibly gone before passing it to her.
“Down the hatch, little girl....”
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“My lord, she does look luscious like this, doesn’t she?” Sid purrs as she passes her red-tipped fingers over Katie’s body, “this is what it’s all about, Payne. The raw sexuality of possesion. So very...very sweet.”
“And let’s not forget how powerful you are, my love. You deserve this. She’s a toy, they all are. She’s not worthy, not yet,” Reiko says as she slides her hands down my chest from her position behind me, “but you’ll change that. Make her a good girl, like she should be.”
“Come on, wake up you stupid bitch! I wanna get started, we waited so long for this, let’s go! Jesus, how many did you give her? Come on, let’s do it, make her wake up...oh, fuck this gonna be good...”
Yes, it is about time she woke up. She does begin to stir. As I sit in the chair, looking her over, I agree with Reiko about my handiwork. I am good at this. The coffee table in my living room contains the young woman, a choice made for me by the position I wanted her in. The one I’d dreamed of.
“We dreamed of...”
She’s arched slightly backward by the ropes that hold her fast. Lying on her back, Katie’s arms disappear under the top edge of the table, bent at the elbows and forced underneath by the binding of her wrists. More coils of rope tie her elbows almost together, as far as I could get them together without possibly hurting her. Katie’s long legs are spread far apart, knees bent down with the wood of the table between them. Ropes about her thin ankles are looped tight, pinning her feet to the sides of the table legs.
Her head rests on her arms, so peaceful in her unexpected slumber. Her eyes closed, but starting to part slowly. Of course, her mouth is of little use, the black ballgag set firmly, buckled tightly. Can’t have her screaming and disturbing us now, can we?
“And it’s soooooo sexy...”
I turn the radio on, playing my new-found favorite song as the noise helps to coax her out of her little nap.
I see darkness falling,
I hear voices calling;
I feel justice crawling,
I see faith has fallen...
“Glad you could join us, my dear,” I say lightly as Katie awakens, takes quick stock of her surroundings and begins to struggle. Her whining is so very adorable...
“Mmnngghpphh!!”
I get up and circle the low table holding her captive.
“I’m terribly sorry about all of this,” I return, “but I’d count myself lucky if I were you. You’ve been chosen. You’re the one, my dear. The one I’ve wanted to spend time with. And we are going to spend....such a wonderful time together.”
“MMnngghh!! MMnnpphh!!!”
“Oh, look...tears. They always try that, don’t they? Turn on the waterworks and make people do what they want them to. Don’t let it get to you, Payne.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. Not unless you misbehave. And I would never hold that against you without the proper...training.”
Katie struggles, but the ropes hold tight. She’s not going anywhere. I kneel down next to the table, running my hand over her body. So warm, so tight. Those little ribs pressing against her extended flesh, her flat belly and the gentle curves of her waist so very...
“...hot. So sexy. Look at the way she moves when she struggles, don’t you just wanna fuck the shit out of her? She wants you, Payne and she knows it.”
“You’re mine, little girl, so just accept it. All of you, all of you little....”
“...bitches...”
“...you little girls. Teases. You think you’ve got it all figured out don’t you? Shake those little asses, bat those eyelashes and get whatever you want. Not this time, I’m afraid. Your place is right where you are. Right where you belong.. Where I can do anything...I want...to you...”
“And don’t let her forget it, lover.”
Reaching down, I find her wriggling foot, pulling against the ropes that hold her ankle fast. Running my fingers gently over the bare sole, I feel the heat wash over me from that very first reaction. Katie shrieks, the gag muting it only so much as she pulls hard.
“Ooohh...she is very...”
“...ticklish? I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to endure this for some time. And it will be quite...uncomfortable for you. I thought about carving you up, I did think about messing up that pretty face...but you’ve caught me on a good night, sweetheart. A night where I find myself simply wanting to have some fun.”
“Make her feel thankful somehwere in that little pile of mush she calls a brain. Very good, my love. You are so very intelligent, and I do love you...”
“Can you feel that, Katie,” I tease, “can you feel that unbearable sensation on the sole of your helpless little foot? There’s nowhere to go, no way to get away from it. I can tickle your feet all I want,” I lean in and deeply whisper in her ear, “and I do love tickling helpless feet. It soothes me. Unfortunatly, I can’t seem to say the same for you, my dear.”
“Get her! Tickle the shit out of that little bitch! Make her suffer. Make her suffer for all of them, Payne! We’ve waited so long...so long....take your time, get her everywhere. Destroy her!”
Taking her toes in my hand, I arch her foot back and rake my nails over her sole, tickling fast, touching off all those little nerve endings that I know she cannot bear. It feels so good, the reactions, the cause, the possesion....
“Easy, Addie...there’s a way to do this. Things that need to be....relished. Don’t ruin it with your whining, darling. Just enjoy the moment, enjoy the music you love...”
All the lawyers are defenseless,
All the doctors are diseased;
And the preachers all are sinners
And police just take the grease...
Her body arches deeply as the effects of the tickling start to take hold. Little flutters, long rakes of the nails, mixing up the touch, keeping her off balance. Owning her in that way you can only own a bound female. I can feel it in myself as well. So natural, right where i belong. Where I was born to be. The power over her a tangible thing. My voice raises a notch as I again close in toward her face, commanding her attention, forcing my presence through the fog of her delicious fear and suffering.
“I’ll bet you wish you’d stuck with the little boys now, don’t you? Maybe you could all compare tattoos and piercings, or whatever it is you sheep like to do. All the same...all of you. You thought you were different? You thought you were special?”
All you judges are all guilty,
All the bosses I will fire;
And the bankers will have losses,
Politicians are all liars...
“Payne, my dear....don’t you want to touch that gorgeous little body? Make her squirm and wriggle the way you like? The way I do?” Sid stands next to the bound girl, writhing her beautiful form, clad again in her leather two-piece, drawing me in, driving me on...
“Yesss...she’s just flesh. She’s all yours. So long, Payne....so long. Make her pay for that. For all of them. Get her....”
Katie’s whimpering competes with the music for my attention. Both driving forces, both so sensually teasing the core of my being. The helpless, desperate, fearful sounds escaping the outer edges of the gag in her mouth. I step over the table, straddling it, straddling her...lowering my face to her level...
“...don’t you lower yourself to her level. Control. Deliver it, and maintain it. You’re the best, Payne...a god. Show her that.”
“You know, my dear,” I say as I playfully run my fingertip quickly down her small nose, “you have marvelously ticklish feet. If I were a betting man, I’d feel safe to think that this gorgeous, sexy little body is even moreso, isn’t it? Are you a ticklish little girl, Katie? Can’t you just imagine my touch under your stretched arms, poking your tight little ribcage, tickling your sides while you’re all tied up like this? You let that swirl around that vapid mind of yours, along with the fact that we have....nothing but time.”
“MMnngghh!!! PPHHLLZZZ!!!”
“What was that, little one? You’d enjoy that? Oh, you little minx, you...”
“You turn me on so much, lover...”
With a thin smile, I start to lightly trail my fingertips down the length of her bound arms. Let her feel it coming. Watch those pleading eyes. With her voice stolen from her, all ability to reason and plead, it all goes to her wide eyes. So full of fear, so full of hopeless begging.
They slam shut quickly as my fingers stroke over their targets. The smooth skin of her tightly exposed armpits. Light strokes to absorb the feel, the touch of that soft, soft flesh. The immediate reaction as I tickle her against her will. The reduction of dear Katie from a young woman controlling those around her with her beauty...to a giggling, mewling little girl damned because of it.
“Oh god, Payne...give it to her....I’ve needed this for so...fucking...long....” Addie leans back into the chair, her skirt gone, her fingers working herself into a frenzy, sliding in and out of her tight pussy...her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Katie’s bound body reacts violently to the tickling she cannot escape. As far as her restrictive position will allow her, she thrashes in a hopeless attempt to avoid my fingers. Clawing around her tight ribcage, I vibrate the tips in small circles, attacking the numerous nerve endings, stroking along the long bones pressed so tightly against her skin. Her sounds erupt from her throat, caught by the gag, but not fully filtered. The words may be lost, but their intentions and desperate meaning reach me with no misinterpretation.
“She’s loving this, Payne...you can hear it. You can feel it. I know I can. Look at the way she moves. She needs to be controlled, she needs to give that up to you. She’s a woman, lover...and she needs a man to possess her however he chooses.”
My hands work their way down to her waist. Stretched as she is, the center of her body is so sensual, such an inviting target for my attention. Wriggling, squirming and so very sexy.
“Do you know where the most ticklish spot on most women is, Katie? Do you?”
“MMnnpphhh!!! MMnngghh!!!”
“Oh, I don’t think you’re paying attention to me, dear. You’re not behaving like I’d asked...”
“MMNNNUUU!!! PPHHLLZZZ!!!”
“Please tell you? Why, of course, dear girl. The most ticklish spot on most women is this little place on the lower waist, right over these squirmy hips...right here....”
“I do love your intellect, Payne. This is what makes you so very special. Show her.”
Katie screams into the gag as two stiff fingers press into her soft flesh on either side. Rolling over that special nerve, tickling relentlessly, my fingers find their targets as I slip down into my utter possession of this most deserving little girl. The ropes hold her in place as I torment her, tickling her sides and belly...no longer playful, no longer even seeking a pleasurable reaction. Torturing for the sake of doing it. She squirms violently as I tickle her with cruel intention. She can go nowhere and it feels so very good. She’s mine, and I’ll do what I want with her. She’ll pay for all of them, every single one. Every single girl that’s invaded my brain, taunting me, teasing me. Every one that’s toyed with me, thinking she was so special, better than me.
Who’s laughing now?
Hours pass, and Katie, as beautiful as she is, looks horrible. Well, horrible for her, I’m sure. She still draws me in, though. Her body still caught in my web, still mine to do with what I will.
“You should rest now, my love. Oh, I’ve never felt so...alive. Thank you, Payne. You are so very special.”
“What makes you think we’re finished? I want more. We want more. Why don’t you take your logic and your distraction and go sit over there while we play? There’s always more to do, and this little bitch hasn’t even begun to pay yet.”
“I do have to admit, this is incredibly sexy. Even with all the make-up running from her eyes, that is one hot little piece of ass over there. Why not have a little more fun?”
Yes.....why not?
“I think you two have had enough fun for one day. I’m tired. She’ll still be here tomorrow.”
“Why do you always assume you’re in charge? Who asked you, anyway? Maybe you should just go away for awhile...”
“Now, now Addie...we still need her...but maybe she can just stay a little...quiet for awhile?”
While I usually get a screaming headache when my girls fight, for some reason I’m intrigued to see where this will lead. This is uncharted territory for them, and I’m strangely curious to see what happens.
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“Payne, I have to say I’m impressed. This may very well be the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.” Sid’s fingers play through my hair as I put the finishing touches on the set-up.
“And with a certain someone...occupied, I can’t wait to her that little bitch beg. Please make her beg, Payne. Please? I need it so badly...”
Addie looks so adorable when she pouts her lower lip like that. She’s sitting casually on the edge of the bed, lightly playing with Reiko’s bare feet. The tall blonde isn’t complaining...but she wouldn’t, would she? Not bound in that restrictive hogtie...not with that thick leather gag silencing her protests. They’re right. As much as I do love my Reiko, sometimes she can be a bit....much.
“Please.....please don’t do this...just let me go...I w-won’t...won’t tell....”
“Won’t tell anyone, will you, dear? Of course not.” I distantly respond to Katie’s pathetic pleading. First thing she’s gonna do is run straight to the first authority she can find. We can’t have that now, can we?
The source of her pleading is the source of my current excitement. The large vibrating massager duct taped to a microphone boom stand. Pointed directly at her exposed pussy, the large white head pressed firmly against her gentle folds. More of the tap wrapped around the head and passed over her hips and around her thighs, forcing the device into place, impossible to displace. It remains dormant, but even the look of it, what it represents, draws me in so deliciously to my purpose.
I’ve removed the gag from her pretty mouth. I want to hear her...
“...pleading. Begging. Turning her into a poor, helpless little subservient girl. Just like she truly is under all those layers.”
“I can almost taste it, Payne....don’t make me wait anymore, please.”
“No, I mean it, please. No one will believe me! I tell stories all the time! Everyone knows that, I-I...”
“Lie to get what you want? Oh, you bad, bad little girl. That’s why you’re here, pumpkintits. You’re all the same, you little tarts. And now...if you’re very good, you may even learn something about lying and manipulation.”
“Noooooo....” she whines, and I can taste the desperation.
“I’m going to turn this on,” I say as I pat the cool metal of the stand, getting a squirming reaction from even that, “and you’re going to feel very, very good. However,” and I kneel down to stroke her hair, “you cannot have one of those orgasms you so desperately seek from anyone with a dick unless you ask. And ask nicely. And don’t think of lying. I can tell when a woman cums. I have...insights you would not understand.”
“Oh, thank you, Payne. I love you too, darling.”
“If you ask nicely, and show the proper respect, I will allow you to experience a most mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe even several. But, here’s the catch. Once you cum, I am immediately...going to....tickle you. Very severely, I’m afraid. I assume you’re quite ready?”
“Oh god, PLEASE!!! NOOoooo....”
I cut her off by flicking the switch on the vibrator. I can hear the gentle buzzing and can almost imagine what it must feel like. Being unable to move, having that unavoidable movement stimulating....stimulating....
“...my little clit. I love it when you do that to me. Oh god, that feels so good. Not being able to close my legs, having them forced apart like that. I envy her, Payne. Those vibrations pounding against my clit, sending those irresistible shockwaves through my stomach, through my whole hard body. I wish you would tie me up more, baby. I love being tied up and having my pussy played with....oh shit, I can almost feel that coming off of her. That sensation building....building....”
“...building yet? Of course it is. It must be terribly unbearable, little Katie. I’ll bet you want that feeling to course through your veins, roll through your muscles. You want to cum, don’t you, dear? You want to explode, don’t you.”
“NNnggghhh.....ohp-please...n-n-noooo. Fuck....FUCK!!!!”
“Oh, just let it go, babygirl. All you have to do is ask.”
“G-go....ffffcuk YOURSELF!!!”
“Make her PAY for that, Payne! Rub that pussy raw! Please baby, please. I need to see her beg...I need it, it makes me happy, please?”
“Don’t worry, Addie, she’s getting close. we have her. Just relax a little, will you? It’ll happen. But Payne, she is getting close, you might wanna see to that attitude she’s giving you, lover.”
I switch the vibrator off as Katie’s body begins to shudder. A thin sheen of sweat begins to form on her tender body.
“Shall we try that again, Katie? Maybe without that horrible attitude? I am trying to teach you something very valuable here, I suggest you appreciate it.”
After an appropriate amount of time for her to cool off, I start the machine again. It takes even less time for her to start grinding her hips as much as she can in her helpless position.
“Please.....please.....no m-more.....”
I turn the vibe off again.
“No more?” I tease, “you want no more of this most pleasurable sensation? I suppose I could replace the vibrator with, oh I don’t know....ice cubes?”
“Mmnngghhh......” her breathing is rapid, exotic. Addictive.
“Make her suffer...”
Once more, the vibrations force their way against Katie’s exposed pussy. I’ve taken it up a notch, faster and more powerful. It seems she may need some assistance, so I take the pad of my index finger and stroke gently over her clit, slick from her own uncontrollable reactions.
“Payne, my love, you certainly know how to make a girl feel good.”
“Doesn’t that feel nice, little girl? How long do you think you can hold this? I have all night. You? I don’t think you’re going to last until the morning.”
Her legs tremble against the restrictive position, her feet thrashing and hands clenching into fists. Her breathing, so sensual, so rapid...se very alluring in its femininity. That moment when all women are reduced (ascended?) to their core selves...
“P-please....”
“I’m sorry?”
“Please let me CUM! Please, I’m begging you, please....plee-hee-heeeezzz”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound very convincing.”
“Please MAKE ME CUM!!! I’ll do ANYTHING!! I can’t take this anymore!”
“You do know what the price is, don’t you? I need to know you understand that....”
The constant back and forth of the various speeds of the vibe that I’m playing with must be really getting to her by now. Poor thing.
“Y-yes.....tickleme...I don’t care......just...please......”
Turning the machine all the way up, I use one hand to caress Katie’s swelling clit while using the other to manipulate and massage the hard nipple of her breast. My mouth closes in around the other, sucking hard, my tongue running its length along the tender little piece of flesh.
She screams out loud. Arched back as far as she can, her body invites me as she climaxes hard and fast, I can feel her pulse against my hand. I let it ride out, feel it rock her body once...twice...three times....over and over as the waves forced upon her take over. As they come down and smooth out, I stay true to my word.
Without one, I drop my hands under her stretched arms and tickle fast. I’m consumed now. All I want, all I can focus on is tickling her and pulling every single reaction I’ve longed for all these years out of the subject of my attention.
“Yes...tickle the shit out of that little bitch! Tickle her everywhere! Oh GOD it’s so good! Get her! Make her squirm, make her beg...oh FUCK, Payne....make me happy...” Addie rolls over one her back, next to the bound blonde, furiously masturbating herself into a feverish state of stimulation.
“You know, they’re right. Women truly are far more sensitive after an orgasm, don’t you believe so?” My fingers play over her taut body, tickling down her ribs and along her sides, soaking in the flavor of the touch, the odor of how she looks, all of my senses becoming one as her ticklish flesh becomes my personal playground. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I forget to mention that I would not be turning that little vibrating monster off? You poor little thing, you....”
“N-NOO!!!! OhgodpleaseSTAA-HAAA-HAAAAAPPP!!!! Nomorepleaseplease! OhsitohSHITPLEASE GODNOOOHAAAHAAAAAAPLEEEHEEEHEEEEZZZEE!!!”
“Oh fuck, Payne, you do know how to treat a girl...this is so fucking hot, my baby...oh dear lord....” Sid lays on the bed on the other side of the struggling Reiko, one hand fervently working herself under the tiny red thong, her other slipped between the bound legs of her blonde counterparts, playing with her and working her closer to her own little piece of heaven...
Standing over the struggling captive, my hands work with focus and precision. Amazingly so, considering my state of lust, my fall (ascension?) into what I’ve always known I truly was. Katie is a sobbing, laughing, screaming wreck as I tickle her sides, digging into her most sensitive areas. Clawing over her ribs, poking single digits into the flesh of her belly and stroking the reactively tight muscles underneath. The machine works her without pity or mercy. I lose count of how many times I think she cums, I don’t care. Somewhere during my attentions, I must have replaced the gag, as all I can hear is the sensual and driving force of her futile screams, so deliciously muzzled by the cruel ball behind her teeth. It’s not the only set of muffled moans I hear, as one turn of my head reveals Sid tied next to Reiko, Addie tickling them both, whipped into a frenzy of lust and raw desire...the release of herself fully. She stimulates the others, herself...my bed is a pile of female flesh, squirming, tickling, cumming and moaning.
“Oh, thank you, Payne! I feel so good...so fucking goooooood...”
“Are you going to be a good little girl now?” I ask Katie, not caring that she can’t answer, or even caring what she might say, it just feels so good to ask, “my good little tickle toy? You are SO much fun to play with...”
My hands are a blur of motion as Addie, finally sated with her companions, stands in front of the table, straddles the bound form of the helpless girl and impatiently pulls my cock from its denim encasement, taking it into her warm mouth and sucking me hard and fast. Deeply. Deeper than I’d have thought any woman could possibly take me in. It’s almost like one of my own fantasies, convincing myself that my own hand is the mouth and throat of a desired lover...but even better.
As the pressure and sensation builds, the timing couldn’t be more perfect. My fingers clawed around Katie’s wriggling midriff, tickling her waist with even, steady pressure....Katie herself succumbing to yet another forced orgasm, her eyes rolled back in her head...Addie using her free hand, the one not pulling me forcefully into her mouth, to tickle the helpless girl under her arm as my cock starts to throb. The familiar sensation somehow alien, as if it’s the first time....too powerful, too unbelievably focused to be real, but it is. My explosion wracks my entire body as it never has before...
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The slightly blue-tinged glow from the computer screen is the only light in the room, reflecting their faces so softly.
“Now, there's a hot one. The Japanese chick? The one on the X-frame? Oh, god what I would give to get my hands on her.
“You do like the Asian types, don’t you, darling?” Reiko huskily whispers, her blonde locks tickling my ear. “So exotic. You could be her Master, Payne. She needs someone like you to show her how to behave.”
She does, doesn’t she?
“Well see, my dear. But yes...I do like the look of her. I hear that women of Asian heritage are extremely ticklish.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Sid says, stroking my back over that spot I like so much, “but they are among the world’s most sexually attractive women. I wonder if there are any at that piss-ant little college?”
“Yes, they certainly are. Oh, by the way, whatever did you do with Addie, my dears? I haven’t seen her all day. I do hope she’s alright. She does get so worked up when we play.”
“Oh, she’s quite fine. Relaxing comfortably. She’s such a little angel, but she does get out of control from time to time, you know that, don’t you lover? She’s in the bedroom, don’t worry.”
Curiosity gets the better of me as I rise from my seat and head toward the bedroom. Sid and Reiko behind me, I turn the knob of the door and the sight that greets me is nothing short of breathtaking.
There’s my Addie, dressed in that tiny little lime-green bikini I like so much, bound spread-eagle to the four corners of the bed. Her mouth silenced by the layers of tape effectively gagging her. The two women take their place at either side of her body, lightly stroking Addie’s body, which begins to squirm under their tickly touches.
“Oh, my dears...whatever have you done?” I slyly ask as I sit at the foot of the bed.
“We do love Addie so, but sometimes she just needs to be kept under conrol. Sometimes she’s just a little too....prescient. She’ll learn, though.”
“Remember, Payne...Addie is yours. She has her uses, she does give you focus, but she’s also a distraction from time to time. And doesn’t she look so very enticing all tied up like this? She is yours, my love, yours to control and use how you will.”
Yes, she is, isn’t she? I playfully stroke one of her bare feet, eliciting the soft giggles that I like so much. That I know she also craves.
“We will have to do something about that one, you know.” I say as I point over to the closet, containing the bound, gagged and blindfolded Katie, “After a few days, someone may actually miss the little tart.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something appropriate, my love. You’re the most intelligent man I know, and I’m certain that one little spoiled girl won’t present too much of a problem in dealing with.”
“But as long as we do have a couple of days,” Sidney adds as she lightly tickles the side of the bound girl on the bed, “wouldn’t it just be the sexiest thing in the world to hang her upside down like that girl on the website? Just imagine all that ticklish flesh dangling before you, owned and possessed, just as she should be.”
Yes...that would be hot, wouldn’t it. I’m sure I can pull it off. We do have a few days before having to worry about it. Might as well enjoy them. And, since Addie is looking so lovely and, at least for the moment, under control...might as well have some fun with her as well. I delight in her squeals as I tickle her bare feet, watching them squirm and thrash. I know she enjoys it, it’s what drives her...among other things.
I take a brief respite from my attentions, the others more than taking up the slack, teasing the bound girl as she pulls against the bonds that hold her, and lean over to press the “Play” button on the CD player. I know that Addie loves this song as much as I do, and music does set the mood, so to speak.
Does it not?
I hear voices in my head,
They council me, they understand
They talk to me...
They tell me things that I will do,
They show me things I’ll do to you;
They talk to me.....
They talk to me.....
So, sit back and enjoy this tale of a man, his Ego, Id, and Addiction.)
As Needed for Pain
The touch on my shoulder is soothing where there should be no sensation. The breath flowing over my ear warm where there should be no heat. The presence welcome although wholly unnatural. She no longer frightens me as she did when I first met her. Should I say “met”? She’s always been with me...they all have. Slinking around the peripheral edges of my consciousness, biding their time...waiting for me to, what? Fall?
No.
Ascend.
So many who never achieve this level of oneness with self as I have, I pity them. But...have I achieved this, or have they done so for me? Am I chosen...or damned? Does any of it matter? Isn’t it all simply...determined? Those who keep them down, shun them from their personal reality, convincing themselves that they somehow own themselves...I do pity them. Should they pity me? Perhaps. I might, if it weren’t so...very...what’s the word...insightful.
I feel the pity in neither direction as the chords, notes and primal screams of the lyrics invade the ear that’s free to hear them. The other? Consumed by that moist, warm breath as she slides her hand from my shoulder and down my chest, leaning in to share in the experience of the music pounding its way out of my desktop’s speakers.
I hear voices in my head
They council me, they understand
They talk to me...
“I like this one, Payne,” she coos, her voice liquid, a female counterpart to my own in timbre and cadence...but it would be, wouldn’t it? “it suits you. Aggressive, yet honest. Wherever did you find it?”
Sliding my head to the side, allowing her to see the screen in full, I prepare myself for the inevitable silky chastisement sure to follow.
“A wrestling video? Oh, Payne...please tell me this isn’t some new thing I won’t enjoy about you. You despise wrestling, and I love you for that. Like I love everything about you. But, all that posing and ridiculous falseness. It’s so...beneath you.”
“I like the song, that’s all.” I reply, turning my head to take in the subtle scent of her gently curled blonde locks. Platinum blonde. Softly stroking the edges of my face, she’s that close. So close....
“It is good. And so....you.”
They tell me things that I will do,
They show me things I’ll do to you;
They talk to me...
“Did you want something in particular, my dear, or do you simply need to be.....stroked?” I enjoy the thin smile at our shared joke. She does require that particular brand of attention from time to time.
“Mmmmm,” she purrs as she nibbles at my earlobe, “if there’s going to be any stroking, maybe you should flip over to that site you like so much.” Her hand slips down between my legs, running her long nails over the fabric of my sweatpants, teasing me into a swelling hardness at her touch. “You know the one, all those helpless little girls...all tied up...behaving just the way you like.”
My hand absently moves the mouse, hovering the cursor over the fast-link to the bondage site I enjoy. We enjoy. Between her touch and the explosion of imagery erupting from the screen, I grow quickly. Reactively. They are adorable, she’s right. So innocent...smooth...bad. Bad little girls. So very naughty...in need of...
“...someone like you. Someone strong, someone focused, someone to show them how to behave.” Her breath in my ear is pulsing, flowing, increasing in rate and intensity as she slips her hand under the waistband. “You’re the best, lover. You’re the one to show them, they need you. They don’t deserve you, but what do they know? Just stupid little girls, waiting for a real man to take control of them.” She pouts in that self-deprecating way that is so very sensual. “So few of them these days...too many ‘sensitive’ men, so worried about what we’ll think of them. Too afraid to offend us, rather than just taking what they’re owed. But not you, my cavalier.”
My cock reacts to the tightening grip, the steady stroke of her warm hand. The images so sweet. She’s right. They do need someone like me. To show them how to behave. So many out of control these days, no respect, no regard for their betters...no concept of their proper place. The ones on the screen know. Or at the very least, they’re learning. Tied so tightly, sensual bodies stretched out, bent over...helpless. Tormented, teased, learning their lessons like the obedient girls they should be. Haughty attitudes beaten down by the superior forces of will that...that...
“Oh, Payne,” her husky voice (eerily familiar in tone as well) invading my focus, yet somehow enhancing it at the same time, “all this boring psychological stuff. Aren’t they just...hot?” She punctuates this last with a slow, steady breath in my other ear as her hand rakes long nails along my scalp with perfect touch, sending exotic shivers down my spine.
I feel another hand slide down my neck and slip under my shirt, playfully teasing the edges of my nipple with long, red nails. Warm breath from full red lips flowing over me...
“Yes, they are. So unbelievably hot. Look at this one. The young redhead hanging upside down. God, what a body on that little minx.” I turn my head to face her, the red lips brushing mine, her angelic face framed by that flaming red hair. “She reminds me of you, a little. Not as...forceful a presence, of course, just another whiny little bitch. But...she’s got your body, my love.”
That body presses against me, her full breasts barely contained by the dark red leather bikini top, nothing to break the smooth lines of her svelte waist, flat stomach and nubile hips...except the matching red leather thong. She knows what I like and never disappoints. Even the red, strappy heels on her smooth feet reach that gooey center of my brain.
“You’re always so good to me, darling,” she coos, “but I worry about you. Always focusing so hard on head games and roles and all that....stuff.” She pouts. “Sometimes things are just....sexy. Instinctive. Can’t it simply be that?”
I let my arms curl around her waist, pulling her in tighter, the warm flesh so utterly sweet against me as she wriggles her form gently.
“There’s nothing sexier than power, Sidney,” the lithe blonde at my right side replies, voice direct but loose, almost as if we’d had this conversation before, “and there’s no more powerful force than Payne. Isn’t that right, love?”
My attention shifts to Reiko, the exotic blonde now pressing her warmth against me. Her slim body encased in powder blue, accenting her eyes and almost-white hair. Her breasts less full than Sid’s, but still delectable...contained in the criss-cross top that wraps around her ribcage. I can feel the smooth flesh of her bare belly against my right arm and suffer myself a glance downward at the tight blue microskirt and those long, lean legs. Strappy heels, of course. At least it’s one thing they agree upon.
“Can’t you two ever find some common ground?” I tease as my lips brush against Reiko’s, “you’re far too...special to allow petty differences to annoy either of you, my dears.”
“We both love you, if that counts,” Sid replies, her hands finding the sensitive areas of my chest and back, one drifting lower as she speaks, “and we both take care of you, just like you take care of us, baby.”
My attention draws back to the screen, the images of the sweet young girls in helpless bondage. The two female voices fade into the background as the sight of those tight little bodies and tormented faces beckon me. My one true pleasure...my...my...need. It is one, isn’t it? There’s a fine line between want and need, between desire and desperation. Those things we have to have....have to possess....have to....
“...have one? Why can’t we? They’re pretty and I want one, please? Pictures aren’t enough, and we all know it...can’t we have one? It only makes sense, you deserve one, Payne.”
I look down and she’s there as always. A little late to the party, as usual, but she always shows up. Her warm hands on the inside of my thighs, that pouty, almost desperate face looking up at me from her kneeling position under the computer desk. I’m not usually the short-hair type, but she carries it well, the black, straight locks curling in about her almost child-like face...all big dark eyes and barely-contained exuberance. I catch a glimpse of the swell of her breasts under the loose-fitting green half-shirt, torn in places to reveal the black fishnet underneath. Her jeans torn as well, patches of smooth flesh exposed. She should look ragged, but somehow remains desirable, the dark make-up working for her rather than against her. Some freaks are just sexy....
“Yes, I do, don’t I?” I reply, my voice noticeably lower as it always is when my focus is so directed at what I enjoy.
“Yes, you do. You’re a god, you deserve their worship, there’s no one better than you to teach them how to behave.”
“And they’re sooooo hot and luscious.”
“You have to have one, Payne. You have to. How long can you live without one anymore? You’re smart, you’re patient, you can have one. Just take one. I love you, but you know how much it hurts without one to call your own. It hurts so bad, I understand...I can make it better...”
“Alright, then....enjoy yourself, love.” She whispers as she slides her hand back up my chest.
“Dammit, Addie, do you have to be so whiny about it? You’re not the only one in the room, you know!” Sid intones as her hands continue to massage me everywhere.
I settle on a page showing the beautifully helpless and dangling redhead being tickled, fondled, dominated and whipped by some masked man. She’s gagged now, a red ball snug behind her teeth, her lips twisted in a snarl of torment she can do nothing about. Addie’s lips close around my cock, pulling hard...so good at what she does. Her tongue coddling my shaft, pulsing against that tender spot beneath the head. The suction is perfect, and by the rapid increase of her breathing, I can tell it somehow affects Sid almost as if it were her clit being so expertly manipulated.
“Ughh...I hate those masks. So...stereotypical. You’d never wear one, would you, darling?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, carried into my brain by the directives of her purpose, tingling the receptors and synapses. “You’d let her see that gorgeous face of yours, wouldn’t you? Your focus, your presence. Throw her with that cheshire smile...let her know who owns her sorry ass.”
Yes. Yes, I would. God, it feels so good.
“There is nothing sexier than a bound, squirming female, is there Payne?” she breathes with pure lust. “It’s what separates us from the animals...sex. For the pure enjoyment of it. In all of its forms. Feel that, Payne. Imagine her...yours. Just like you do with me. Oh baby.....fuck me...tie me up and fuck me.....”
“Fuck me....own me.....take me.....”
Addie releases her oral grip on me for a moment, her black-rimmed green eyes boring into me.
“Yessss.....take them. They’re yours, lover. All you need right now is me. Take control, baby...they’re yours. You need this....it’s everything....”
My little freak imposes her true power, the wolf in sheep’s clothing that she is...or has become. The shy little girl I first met some months ago now a driving force, taking her place alongside the others, growing stronger and more assured every single time, with each passing day.
Reality, whatever that is...whatever it means to the lesser beings I’m forced to share this planet with...slips away. No, wait. That’s not what I meant. What is reality? Only the perceptions of one’s own surroundings and those who inhabit it. My reality returns to me. The true reality, my true world. The one I’ve broken through and achieved, as my girls are so quick to remind me.
The computer on the desk with its luscious imagery remains on the periphery of my awareness. That awareness, however, is consumed by the vision of Reiko and Sid...tied side-by-side on my bed. It’s so smooth, I don’t even feel as if I’ve moved. The struggling, dangling redhead still framed by my Third Eye, but my other two lasered in on the lovely occupants of the bed as they send their presence my way. Both tied with arms overhead and legs apart, Sid’s left crossed over Rieko’s right. The latter growling behind the blue rubber ball nestled behind her white teeth. Fighting against the ropes, a captive animal. Sid squirming seductively, her nubile body barely contained in the tiny leather bikini, the mewls and moans escaping the red leather gag are sexual, pleading not for release...but for attention.
Without noticing how, I’m on my knees between the two most gorgeous women I’ve ever...
“Don’t you ever forget how they got like this...” Addie intones, passively, but dangerously.
...two of the three most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen in my life. As my hands roam over the soft, warm flesh of their squirming, struggling bodies...Addie is behind me. Her own hands flowing across my back, over my shoulders, inside my shirt. Unbuttoning the little plastic loops and sliding the shirt off of me.
“You don’t need them to talk at the moment, my love,” she whispers heavily into my ear. The warmth of her breath is like molten honey flowing into my cranial passageways. “They serve their purpose, but I’m the one you need, aren’t I baby?”
“Yes....yes...all I need.” I start to pant as I take advantage of the bound women, poking and tickling their squirming bodies. Reiko growls and pulls with everything she has against the tight ropes, while Sidney arches her back, giggling and rocking her hips. My fingers probe and tease the soft flesh, those ticklish little places that give me the reactions I crave. The ones I need. The ones I have to...have...have to...
“...have to have this. Give in to it, lover. Don’t be shy. This is food, this is air...this is the blood flowing through those fiery veins of yours. See? Sid gets it. She knows. It’s what you are, your instinct. Reiko fights....it’s what she does. But she still wants you...still loves you. You’re a god, didn’t she say that? Get them....do it....take them....take us all feed yourself don’t let this go this is food this is air there is nothing else this is life this is all fuck us take us just let it go fuck us baby fuck us and do what you want we’re yours all yours all yours.....”
The world is a miasmic oil painting of color and sensation, a palette of touch and drive and sex and desire. Raw, base instincts set loose and unleashed upon an unsuspecting psyche. Unsuspecting but so very....very...accepting. Addie is nude, crawling over my back, dry-humping me, fingering herself and biting deep into my neck. The bound women under me, taking their turns being speared through by my cock, ready to split in half from painful pleasure....nothing exists, nothing matters....teasing, tickling, fucking, licking, sucking, kissingbitingskinfleshsexbloodsementouchfirerageposessionsexsexsexsexsex....
Explosion.
Can one actually witness the folding of time as it collapses in upon itself? I believe we can...when we’re ready...when we let it all go. Like a polyhexagon shrinking down, reducing itself to a simple cube, the world falls back into place. The vaguely blue light from the computer the only source in the room. The dangling, suspended redhead frozen in her place.
In her place. Where she belongs.
My presence reflects back to me, alone again. It’s just me. The mess under my desk barely noticed. The taste of blood from my bitten lip a coppery echo of sensation...the music still flowing from the speakers, one knocked over. The only thing left to break the silence of my existence as my head drops down, cradled in my crossed arms....
I have a Voice that is my Savior,
Hates to Love and Loves to Hate;
I have the Voice that has the Knowledge
And the Power to seal your fate...
I hear voices crying,
I see heroes dying,
I taste blood that’s drying,
I feel tension rising...
I do love this song...
I hear voices in my head
They council me, they understand
They talk to me....
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Maybe Reiko’s right. Maybe I don’t belong here. I hate this town, I really do. Well, perhaps hate is too strong a...no. It’s not. I seriously hate this whole area. Little people, little thoughts, little beliefs and tiny little plans, if any.
Driving down the road that once would have seen me fighting traffic at this time of day, I have nothing but empty asphalt in front of me, endlessly falling underneath my tires. Just knowing that the sights disappearing behind me will be there to greet me on my return trip brings that sinking feeling again. Such a depressed area, economically, culturally (if you can call pig roasts and bowling leagues culture) and even in the pervading spirit hanging over it like a dark cloud.
And the people living under the shadow of that cloud? They could all disappear in a day, like the “Rapture” they so mindlessly believe in, and the world would not even notice the extra space. People oblivious to the working of the world outside of that twenty mile radius from the barn they were born in. People who still believe Grandma’s boysenberry pie will cure the common cold. Going through their little lives, hoping to get one more day behind them, taking their pleasures however they can get them, usually grouped together like sheep...so desperately seeking one another’s approval.
Small little minds.
However, some of them are useful. Ironically, one of the very things that makes this place what it is, the rampant substance abuse, serves my purpose today. The one stop I needed to make behind me, I push the memories out of my head before they take hold and use up space better reserved for my more luxurious mental pursuits. The run-down house, the long dirt road to get there, the foul smells and fouler people. The tension-filled exchange of cash for drugs. Nothing too terribly hard-core, of course. Just those little blue pieces of heaven that keep me focused, relaxed...and fed. It’s amazing to think on at times, the road that started with a car accident and wound its way to the driveway of addiction. Yes, even the enlightened among us have our little demons. And why not? It’s such a short thing, life. Especially here, any small enjoyment to be had is nothing more or less than the passing of the days. Oh, I get plenty from my own physician, as overworked as any in this fucked-up health-care system we all deal with, more than happy to prescribe and move on to the next. However, my pain of late seems to be ever-present...at least my mind tells me so. Slowly, I’ve found myself needing more to keep it under control. So, I must occasionally pad my supply with a trip to the seedier parts of an already seedy town.
“Don’t beat yourself up so, Payne,” she soothes me with a hand on my shoulder, “even the greatest have their needs. And you are one of the greatest. Don’t ever forget that, darling. So, you need a little quiet time for your head. With a brain like yours, it’s no wonder it’s screaming all the time. Don’t you feel better now?”
I do, yes. And she’s right. Sitting across from me in the passenger seat, Reiko smiles softly. She’s taken her place up front since the side-trip. Of course, it was Addie who sat in that very seat prior to the stop, and while I do enjoy her company, I must admit that her slightly annoying and occasionally juvenile side was starting to get to me a bit...
“...no, turn here, it’s faster! Pay attention, don’t miss the turn, are we almost there? I hope he’s home, that motherfucker’s always taking off right after he says he’ll be there. What if he’s not home? Can we go to Jerry’s? Maybe he can fix us up, huh? Oh God, he better be home. Drive faster, Payne, please? It makes me feel better, and my head’s killing me....it hurts so bad, please drive faster...are we almost there...shit, did we miss the turn...where the FUCK is it? He better fucking be home, he better....”
Now, however, she’s leaning happily against Sid in the back seat, the redhead’s fingertips caressing her scalp under her short black hair. Sid leans forward a little, using her other hand to stroke along my shoulder, her voice easy and relaxed...sultry.
“And don’t forget that it just feels good, lover. That’s the important thing,” she says while throwing Reiko a sly, sideways glance, “that you feel good. Life’s so short, so stop justifying your actions. You deserve to feel good, with all the crap you put up with from these...primates.”
They’re both right. And now, wrapped comfortably in my little cocoon, I can think clearly, fully hear the sense that my girls make. They do care for me so. And I love them. A few cars appear on the road as we get closer to what the locals call “the city”, which is little more than the largest of the small towns that dot the map like coffee stains.
It is, however, where they meet. The younger ones. The ones that just may hold the key to the future of this place in their hands. If they could get past this need to congregate and seek one another’s approval so vehemently. Showing off their pretty plumage and hoping beyond hope to attract a mate. Even if only for the evening. Someone to share in their misery, make it go away for a night. To justify their existence.
Where to go today? Of all days, this becomes an important decision to make. The day we become one, to ascend to what I know...what they know, I can be. Something greater than that which surrounds me. No longer sedated by my environment, freed of the chains the lessers find themselves bound by.
Living instead of existing.
And I deserve it.
“You do, Payne...and it’s about time, my love.” Reiko’s voice is soothing as I pass under the first traffic light. “Now, where are we headed?”
“The mall?” I ask. More to myself, but we have no secrets. “Plenty of them there.”
“Mmmmm, all so young and sweet. You do like the young ones, don’t you baby?”
“And wholly undeserving of Payne. We wouldn’t want to be wasting our time now, would we, Sidney? Besides, they may all be young and adorable, but they travel in packs, like little lemmings. We musn’t allow certain...influences to compromise our judgment, darling.” She exchanges a subtle glance with Addie, who playfully sticks out her tongue in return.
Her fingers along my neck are a welcome distraction from the sights of the “city”, the run-down, almost-forgotten location. If not for the college, there’d be nothing left. But, with one...the clubs do manage to stay in business. Stores and dealerships may crash upon the rocks of recession, but give college students a place to soak their little brains in the intoxicant of the day while they go about their little mating rituals...and you’ve got yourself an oasis in the desert.
Yes, the club. The big one. With all the pretty lights and pulsing music. I could use something primal and base for a change.
“Turn the CD player on, will you please?” Addie whines adorably, “I wanna hear that song again, it makes me happy.”
I drive through the potholed streets toward the club and take stock of the town around me. Its denizens. Little ants, mice...sheep. All following, none leading. Well, not for the right reasons, anyway. Or with the proper drive. To no purpose. The music forces its way into my brain, and I welcome it.
You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe;
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith...
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It’s times like these that I feel the solitude of my ascension. I know I can’t be the only one, but around here...I’m certain I’m alone. Oh, for at least one other person to be able to see my entrance. The source of that confidence that, as it appears, is so effective that it goes completely unnoticed.
The ladies do enjoy their nights out. There are so few these days. Reiko in her shimmering blue dress, hugging her subtle curves and baring her back all the way down to her tailbone. Sidney, of course, is off the charts in her sexual allure, the red tube top under her rib-length short jacket barely covering her full breasts...the leather pants with criss-crossed lattice up the sides of her legs showing heavenly peeks at her perfect flesh. Even Addie has cleaned up nicely, her green skirt barely long enough to cover her, the black fishnets on her legs untorn for once. The pale green and black tank top accentuating her slightly upturned breasts. Her make-up is the same, of course. Intense but carefully crafted to display both sensuality and danger.
Anyone else entering with these beauties on his arm would no doubt become the center of attention, but I manage to slip in relatively unnoticed. I prefer it that way.
“They never see you coming, my dear.”
Taking an empty seat at the end of the bar, I scan the crowd. Mostly young, although a few older men are working their way in and out of the small groupings of girls. Having little luck, of course.
“Women do like older men, but not these grown-up boys. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I certainly wouldn’t go home with anyone wearing a John Deere t-shirt and a beer gut. Ugh. So obviously desperate.”
The dance floor is full. The females lead the way, the boys following. While the girls move sensually, some even violently, the boys are jerky...almost spastic. Craving attention. Amusingly pathetic. But the girls...so pretty, so wild and free. My eyes fall over each of them as the music shifts to a remake of a song I’d almost forgotten about from my own youth. I like it, a harder edge to a tune that was almost in the novelty category. I wonder how many of them even know this isn’t the original...
...all I want is to be left alone,
in my average home;
Why do I always feel
like I’m in the Twilight Zone?
I always feel like somebody’s watching me...
“Oooh....look at that one....”
Her moves more focused than the others...
...I always feel like somebody’s watching me...
“She is seriously hot, isn’t she?”
...can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid...
“Oh my.....GOD. Yes......yes.....”
She commands attention rather than requesting it...
...people say I’m crazy, just a little touched...
“That’s the one...don’t you even look at anyone else. Please? Can we have her? I want that one...”
The boys surround her. A challenge. Interesting.
“Yes....very interesting. And a challenge you can easily conquer, darling. They’re boys...you’re a man. Own her....”
...I always feel like....somebody’s watching me....
The song fades as the DJ announces his break. The sheep follow one another to their marked territories and hers just happens to be across the bar from where I sit. Two of the boys press into her space, rivals for her attention. She’s so obviously playing them both. Well, obvious to anyone not controlled by his hormones.
“Oh, Payne, I’m so deeply hurt.” Sid feigns as she kisses my cheek.
Of course she would command that attention. Her hair, somewhere between brunette and blonde...shades of both, flowing down her back with the very slightest of curl. Her body on display, the firm breasts of her youth full enough to accent her sexual maturity. The tight jeans little more than a fresh coat of paint and that top. Very nice. Designed to show her off and it works. Black shiny fabric tied behind her slim neck and separating into two patches dropping down to cover her breasts and bare the center of her stomach. A shiny jewel drawing one’s attention to her deep navel. High cheekbones and deep-set blue eyes rimmed with the perfect balance of black eyeliner (in that subtle upward swoop at the outer edges) and powder blue shadow.
The boys go through their mating ritual. Comparing tattoos. How special. Of course, making sure to flex the appropriate muscles as they so proudly display the markings they’ll regret in thirty years.
“What can I get you?” the girl behind the bar asks. She’s cute. “Beer?”
“Tell me,” I ask, allowing the subtle accent of my Celtic background to come to the forefront, “is there a chance you have a bottle of Chivas Regal back there somewhere?”
She smiles and turns, scanning the bottles. Her eyes stay with me as she returns with the rarely-asked-for liquor and pours a shot.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, “a double, please....and one for the lovely lady over there.”
“Oh, Katie,” she grins, “you too, huh? Girl’s gonna be plastered by the time she goes through all the beers she doesn’t have to pay for.”
I place my hand over the bartender’s and catch her gaze.
“Well, send her one of these and tell her it’s from someone who thought she’d appreciate something of a....higher quality. Thank you, dear.”
“Nicely done, love.”
As the drink reaches her....Katie, it suits her...she turns to look over the men of the bar. Her eyes settle on me. Who else would have sent it? The kid with the mohawk two seats down? Sir John Deere over there? Of course not. She’s got some brains to go with that body, it seems. Her gaze is matched by that of the two boys at her side, although theirs isn’t quite as....welcoming.
Giving it the requisite several minutes, I get up to use the restroom, returning around the other end of the bar, my path leading me right past where she sits.
“Thank you,” Katie says as I pass by, careful not to look at her, “you have taste.”
“I certainly do,” I turn to face her, taking a step back from the one carefully designed to go past her, “and I’m glad I’m not the only one.” I continue on.
“I wouldn’t mind another.” she smiles.
“Of course not.”
As the boys busy themselves with standing around the girl, I take one of the open seats next to Katie.
“Hey, I was sitting there,” one of them says.
“Yes, you were, weren’t you?” I reply without looking at him, “I apologize. I didn’t know you were finished flexing, son. Here, take the seat, you must be very tired...”
I move to get up as he puts his hand on my shoulder. Without the expected posturing or reflex, I take his little finger with my hand and twist hard in the opposite direction of the angle of his elbow. With little recourse, the boy drops slowly to his knee as I apply more and more pressure.
“You could break it with another pound...careful honey.”
“I really do not enjoy being touched,” I say, just a hint of force behind my accented voice, then pass my gaze over to the luscious little morsel watching with thinly-veiled enthusiasm, “at least not by other men, of course.”
“Hmmm, she responds to the superior male, how very surprising.”
I turn to stare at the other one, locking his gaze until he lets it go. So predictable. He picks his friend off the floor with the foreseeable “asshole” muttered low and they scurry off to find easier prey.
“I do apologize, my dear, I detest violence,” I say as I settle back down into the seat, “but I also detest posturing. I outgrew that years ago.”
“Well, thank you anyway, they were getting annoying. Can’t a girl go out without being hounded?”
“Apparently not. Especially when one is as....beautiful as you, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
“Subtle. She likes it. She’s a little ball of self-love, no matter what she said. They all are.”
“You said ‘years ago’, how old are you, if you don’t mind? I’m sorry, you just don’t look that old to say something like that.”
“Oh, I like this one...”
“I’m...well...ok, I’ll play. How old do you think I am? I’m curious.”
“I don’t know...thirty, thirty-two?”
“She’s good.”
“Oh, my dear....you are my new best friend,” I say as I raise my glass to her, “I’m actually forty-two.”
“Really? You look good for your age. I mean....you look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it came out. I’m an idiot sometimes.” She does play it well, I’ll give her that.
“It’s quite alright...Katie, was it? It’s just good genes, nothing else. But I do thank you.”
Now.
“And you, dear Katie,” I intone with the most seductive accent and cadence I can muster, “are a lovely girl. I mean that. So much more beautiful than I usually see here.”
“Oh, you suave beast, you. She’s going to be a puddle of goo.”
“You come here a lot?” she asks as she moves her seat closer, hoping I don’t notice...or praying that I do. “I don’t remember you, and I’m here all the time.”
“Oh, I don’t usually announce my presence so...forcefully as I did earlier,” I laugh lightly, “I enjoy a couple of drinks and the music. It’s the only place that plays anything new and exciting. I used to play, so I appreciate music of all kinds.”
“Very nice, Payne. Takes the age difference out of the equation. At least socially.”
“But instinctively? She sees you as the Alpha...she deserves the best, at least in her little mind.”
“I can’t wait to see what she looks like naked and helpless. She’s yours, Payne...reel her in. She’s the one...”
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The ride back to my place was fun for a change. The sights of the return trip forgotten as Katie kept me occupied with her chatter and attention. Of course she came home with me. I worked her so well at the bar. Reiko was so proud.
“I wonder what hers is like,” I remember her saying, “I’d love to meet her.”
She was predictably lustful as we entered my home. The young ones usually are. All hormones and desire. I had to balance myself accordingly. Give her enough back to feed her interest, but keep her wanting more.
I take her jacket, hang it up and offer her a drink. Of course, she accepts.
“Now, don’t give them all away, we need them. But...we do need her as well.”
The pills dissolve quickly in the drink, visibly gone before passing it to her.
“Down the hatch, little girl....”
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“My lord, she does look luscious like this, doesn’t she?” Sid purrs as she passes her red-tipped fingers over Katie’s body, “this is what it’s all about, Payne. The raw sexuality of possesion. So very...very sweet.”
“And let’s not forget how powerful you are, my love. You deserve this. She’s a toy, they all are. She’s not worthy, not yet,” Reiko says as she slides her hands down my chest from her position behind me, “but you’ll change that. Make her a good girl, like she should be.”
“Come on, wake up you stupid bitch! I wanna get started, we waited so long for this, let’s go! Jesus, how many did you give her? Come on, let’s do it, make her wake up...oh, fuck this gonna be good...”
Yes, it is about time she woke up. She does begin to stir. As I sit in the chair, looking her over, I agree with Reiko about my handiwork. I am good at this. The coffee table in my living room contains the young woman, a choice made for me by the position I wanted her in. The one I’d dreamed of.
“We dreamed of...”
She’s arched slightly backward by the ropes that hold her fast. Lying on her back, Katie’s arms disappear under the top edge of the table, bent at the elbows and forced underneath by the binding of her wrists. More coils of rope tie her elbows almost together, as far as I could get them together without possibly hurting her. Katie’s long legs are spread far apart, knees bent down with the wood of the table between them. Ropes about her thin ankles are looped tight, pinning her feet to the sides of the table legs.
Her head rests on her arms, so peaceful in her unexpected slumber. Her eyes closed, but starting to part slowly. Of course, her mouth is of little use, the black ballgag set firmly, buckled tightly. Can’t have her screaming and disturbing us now, can we?
“And it’s soooooo sexy...”
I turn the radio on, playing my new-found favorite song as the noise helps to coax her out of her little nap.
I see darkness falling,
I hear voices calling;
I feel justice crawling,
I see faith has fallen...
“Glad you could join us, my dear,” I say lightly as Katie awakens, takes quick stock of her surroundings and begins to struggle. Her whining is so very adorable...
“Mmnngghpphh!!”
I get up and circle the low table holding her captive.
“I’m terribly sorry about all of this,” I return, “but I’d count myself lucky if I were you. You’ve been chosen. You’re the one, my dear. The one I’ve wanted to spend time with. And we are going to spend....such a wonderful time together.”
“MMnngghh!! MMnnpphh!!!”
“Oh, look...tears. They always try that, don’t they? Turn on the waterworks and make people do what they want them to. Don’t let it get to you, Payne.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. Not unless you misbehave. And I would never hold that against you without the proper...training.”
Katie struggles, but the ropes hold tight. She’s not going anywhere. I kneel down next to the table, running my hand over her body. So warm, so tight. Those little ribs pressing against her extended flesh, her flat belly and the gentle curves of her waist so very...
“...hot. So sexy. Look at the way she moves when she struggles, don’t you just wanna fuck the shit out of her? She wants you, Payne and she knows it.”
“You’re mine, little girl, so just accept it. All of you, all of you little....”
“...bitches...”
“...you little girls. Teases. You think you’ve got it all figured out don’t you? Shake those little asses, bat those eyelashes and get whatever you want. Not this time, I’m afraid. Your place is right where you are. Right where you belong.. Where I can do anything...I want...to you...”
“And don’t let her forget it, lover.”
Reaching down, I find her wriggling foot, pulling against the ropes that hold her ankle fast. Running my fingers gently over the bare sole, I feel the heat wash over me from that very first reaction. Katie shrieks, the gag muting it only so much as she pulls hard.
“Ooohh...she is very...”
“...ticklish? I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to endure this for some time. And it will be quite...uncomfortable for you. I thought about carving you up, I did think about messing up that pretty face...but you’ve caught me on a good night, sweetheart. A night where I find myself simply wanting to have some fun.”
“Make her feel thankful somehwere in that little pile of mush she calls a brain. Very good, my love. You are so very intelligent, and I do love you...”
“Can you feel that, Katie,” I tease, “can you feel that unbearable sensation on the sole of your helpless little foot? There’s nowhere to go, no way to get away from it. I can tickle your feet all I want,” I lean in and deeply whisper in her ear, “and I do love tickling helpless feet. It soothes me. Unfortunatly, I can’t seem to say the same for you, my dear.”
“Get her! Tickle the shit out of that little bitch! Make her suffer. Make her suffer for all of them, Payne! We’ve waited so long...so long....take your time, get her everywhere. Destroy her!”
Taking her toes in my hand, I arch her foot back and rake my nails over her sole, tickling fast, touching off all those little nerve endings that I know she cannot bear. It feels so good, the reactions, the cause, the possesion....
“Easy, Addie...there’s a way to do this. Things that need to be....relished. Don’t ruin it with your whining, darling. Just enjoy the moment, enjoy the music you love...”
All the lawyers are defenseless,
All the doctors are diseased;
And the preachers all are sinners
And police just take the grease...
Her body arches deeply as the effects of the tickling start to take hold. Little flutters, long rakes of the nails, mixing up the touch, keeping her off balance. Owning her in that way you can only own a bound female. I can feel it in myself as well. So natural, right where i belong. Where I was born to be. The power over her a tangible thing. My voice raises a notch as I again close in toward her face, commanding her attention, forcing my presence through the fog of her delicious fear and suffering.
“I’ll bet you wish you’d stuck with the little boys now, don’t you? Maybe you could all compare tattoos and piercings, or whatever it is you sheep like to do. All the same...all of you. You thought you were different? You thought you were special?”
All you judges are all guilty,
All the bosses I will fire;
And the bankers will have losses,
Politicians are all liars...
“Payne, my dear....don’t you want to touch that gorgeous little body? Make her squirm and wriggle the way you like? The way I do?” Sid stands next to the bound girl, writhing her beautiful form, clad again in her leather two-piece, drawing me in, driving me on...
“Yesss...she’s just flesh. She’s all yours. So long, Payne....so long. Make her pay for that. For all of them. Get her....”
Katie’s whimpering competes with the music for my attention. Both driving forces, both so sensually teasing the core of my being. The helpless, desperate, fearful sounds escaping the outer edges of the gag in her mouth. I step over the table, straddling it, straddling her...lowering my face to her level...
“...don’t you lower yourself to her level. Control. Deliver it, and maintain it. You’re the best, Payne...a god. Show her that.”
“You know, my dear,” I say as I playfully run my fingertip quickly down her small nose, “you have marvelously ticklish feet. If I were a betting man, I’d feel safe to think that this gorgeous, sexy little body is even moreso, isn’t it? Are you a ticklish little girl, Katie? Can’t you just imagine my touch under your stretched arms, poking your tight little ribcage, tickling your sides while you’re all tied up like this? You let that swirl around that vapid mind of yours, along with the fact that we have....nothing but time.”
“MMnngghh!!! PPHHLLZZZ!!!”
“What was that, little one? You’d enjoy that? Oh, you little minx, you...”
“You turn me on so much, lover...”
With a thin smile, I start to lightly trail my fingertips down the length of her bound arms. Let her feel it coming. Watch those pleading eyes. With her voice stolen from her, all ability to reason and plead, it all goes to her wide eyes. So full of fear, so full of hopeless begging.
They slam shut quickly as my fingers stroke over their targets. The smooth skin of her tightly exposed armpits. Light strokes to absorb the feel, the touch of that soft, soft flesh. The immediate reaction as I tickle her against her will. The reduction of dear Katie from a young woman controlling those around her with her beauty...to a giggling, mewling little girl damned because of it.
“Oh god, Payne...give it to her....I’ve needed this for so...fucking...long....” Addie leans back into the chair, her skirt gone, her fingers working herself into a frenzy, sliding in and out of her tight pussy...her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Katie’s bound body reacts violently to the tickling she cannot escape. As far as her restrictive position will allow her, she thrashes in a hopeless attempt to avoid my fingers. Clawing around her tight ribcage, I vibrate the tips in small circles, attacking the numerous nerve endings, stroking along the long bones pressed so tightly against her skin. Her sounds erupt from her throat, caught by the gag, but not fully filtered. The words may be lost, but their intentions and desperate meaning reach me with no misinterpretation.
“She’s loving this, Payne...you can hear it. You can feel it. I know I can. Look at the way she moves. She needs to be controlled, she needs to give that up to you. She’s a woman, lover...and she needs a man to possess her however he chooses.”
My hands work their way down to her waist. Stretched as she is, the center of her body is so sensual, such an inviting target for my attention. Wriggling, squirming and so very sexy.
“Do you know where the most ticklish spot on most women is, Katie? Do you?”
“MMnnpphhh!!! MMnngghh!!!”
“Oh, I don’t think you’re paying attention to me, dear. You’re not behaving like I’d asked...”
“MMNNNUUU!!! PPHHLLZZZ!!!”
“Please tell you? Why, of course, dear girl. The most ticklish spot on most women is this little place on the lower waist, right over these squirmy hips...right here....”
“I do love your intellect, Payne. This is what makes you so very special. Show her.”
Katie screams into the gag as two stiff fingers press into her soft flesh on either side. Rolling over that special nerve, tickling relentlessly, my fingers find their targets as I slip down into my utter possession of this most deserving little girl. The ropes hold her in place as I torment her, tickling her sides and belly...no longer playful, no longer even seeking a pleasurable reaction. Torturing for the sake of doing it. She squirms violently as I tickle her with cruel intention. She can go nowhere and it feels so very good. She’s mine, and I’ll do what I want with her. She’ll pay for all of them, every single one. Every single girl that’s invaded my brain, taunting me, teasing me. Every one that’s toyed with me, thinking she was so special, better than me.
Who’s laughing now?
Hours pass, and Katie, as beautiful as she is, looks horrible. Well, horrible for her, I’m sure. She still draws me in, though. Her body still caught in my web, still mine to do with what I will.
“You should rest now, my love. Oh, I’ve never felt so...alive. Thank you, Payne. You are so very special.”
“What makes you think we’re finished? I want more. We want more. Why don’t you take your logic and your distraction and go sit over there while we play? There’s always more to do, and this little bitch hasn’t even begun to pay yet.”
“I do have to admit, this is incredibly sexy. Even with all the make-up running from her eyes, that is one hot little piece of ass over there. Why not have a little more fun?”
Yes.....why not?
“I think you two have had enough fun for one day. I’m tired. She’ll still be here tomorrow.”
“Why do you always assume you’re in charge? Who asked you, anyway? Maybe you should just go away for awhile...”
“Now, now Addie...we still need her...but maybe she can just stay a little...quiet for awhile?”
While I usually get a screaming headache when my girls fight, for some reason I’m intrigued to see where this will lead. This is uncharted territory for them, and I’m strangely curious to see what happens.
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“Payne, I have to say I’m impressed. This may very well be the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.” Sid’s fingers play through my hair as I put the finishing touches on the set-up.
“And with a certain someone...occupied, I can’t wait to her that little bitch beg. Please make her beg, Payne. Please? I need it so badly...”
Addie looks so adorable when she pouts her lower lip like that. She’s sitting casually on the edge of the bed, lightly playing with Reiko’s bare feet. The tall blonde isn’t complaining...but she wouldn’t, would she? Not bound in that restrictive hogtie...not with that thick leather gag silencing her protests. They’re right. As much as I do love my Reiko, sometimes she can be a bit....much.
“Please.....please don’t do this...just let me go...I w-won’t...won’t tell....”
“Won’t tell anyone, will you, dear? Of course not.” I distantly respond to Katie’s pathetic pleading. First thing she’s gonna do is run straight to the first authority she can find. We can’t have that now, can we?
The source of her pleading is the source of my current excitement. The large vibrating massager duct taped to a microphone boom stand. Pointed directly at her exposed pussy, the large white head pressed firmly against her gentle folds. More of the tap wrapped around the head and passed over her hips and around her thighs, forcing the device into place, impossible to displace. It remains dormant, but even the look of it, what it represents, draws me in so deliciously to my purpose.
I’ve removed the gag from her pretty mouth. I want to hear her...
“...pleading. Begging. Turning her into a poor, helpless little subservient girl. Just like she truly is under all those layers.”
“I can almost taste it, Payne....don’t make me wait anymore, please.”
“No, I mean it, please. No one will believe me! I tell stories all the time! Everyone knows that, I-I...”
“Lie to get what you want? Oh, you bad, bad little girl. That’s why you’re here, pumpkintits. You’re all the same, you little tarts. And now...if you’re very good, you may even learn something about lying and manipulation.”
“Noooooo....” she whines, and I can taste the desperation.
“I’m going to turn this on,” I say as I pat the cool metal of the stand, getting a squirming reaction from even that, “and you’re going to feel very, very good. However,” and I kneel down to stroke her hair, “you cannot have one of those orgasms you so desperately seek from anyone with a dick unless you ask. And ask nicely. And don’t think of lying. I can tell when a woman cums. I have...insights you would not understand.”
“Oh, thank you, Payne. I love you too, darling.”
“If you ask nicely, and show the proper respect, I will allow you to experience a most mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe even several. But, here’s the catch. Once you cum, I am immediately...going to....tickle you. Very severely, I’m afraid. I assume you’re quite ready?”
“Oh god, PLEASE!!! NOOoooo....”
I cut her off by flicking the switch on the vibrator. I can hear the gentle buzzing and can almost imagine what it must feel like. Being unable to move, having that unavoidable movement stimulating....stimulating....
“...my little clit. I love it when you do that to me. Oh god, that feels so good. Not being able to close my legs, having them forced apart like that. I envy her, Payne. Those vibrations pounding against my clit, sending those irresistible shockwaves through my stomach, through my whole hard body. I wish you would tie me up more, baby. I love being tied up and having my pussy played with....oh shit, I can almost feel that coming off of her. That sensation building....building....”
“...building yet? Of course it is. It must be terribly unbearable, little Katie. I’ll bet you want that feeling to course through your veins, roll through your muscles. You want to cum, don’t you, dear? You want to explode, don’t you.”
“NNnggghhh.....ohp-please...n-n-noooo. Fuck....FUCK!!!!”
“Oh, just let it go, babygirl. All you have to do is ask.”
“G-go....ffffcuk YOURSELF!!!”
“Make her PAY for that, Payne! Rub that pussy raw! Please baby, please. I need to see her beg...I need it, it makes me happy, please?”
“Don’t worry, Addie, she’s getting close. we have her. Just relax a little, will you? It’ll happen. But Payne, she is getting close, you might wanna see to that attitude she’s giving you, lover.”
I switch the vibrator off as Katie’s body begins to shudder. A thin sheen of sweat begins to form on her tender body.
“Shall we try that again, Katie? Maybe without that horrible attitude? I am trying to teach you something very valuable here, I suggest you appreciate it.”
After an appropriate amount of time for her to cool off, I start the machine again. It takes even less time for her to start grinding her hips as much as she can in her helpless position.
“Please.....please.....no m-more.....”
I turn the vibe off again.
“No more?” I tease, “you want no more of this most pleasurable sensation? I suppose I could replace the vibrator with, oh I don’t know....ice cubes?”
“Mmnngghhh......” her breathing is rapid, exotic. Addictive.
“Make her suffer...”
Once more, the vibrations force their way against Katie’s exposed pussy. I’ve taken it up a notch, faster and more powerful. It seems she may need some assistance, so I take the pad of my index finger and stroke gently over her clit, slick from her own uncontrollable reactions.
“Payne, my love, you certainly know how to make a girl feel good.”
“Doesn’t that feel nice, little girl? How long do you think you can hold this? I have all night. You? I don’t think you’re going to last until the morning.”
Her legs tremble against the restrictive position, her feet thrashing and hands clenching into fists. Her breathing, so sensual, so rapid...se very alluring in its femininity. That moment when all women are reduced (ascended?) to their core selves...
“P-please....”
“I’m sorry?”
“Please let me CUM! Please, I’m begging you, please....plee-hee-heeeezzz”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound very convincing.”
“Please MAKE ME CUM!!! I’ll do ANYTHING!! I can’t take this anymore!”
“You do know what the price is, don’t you? I need to know you understand that....”
The constant back and forth of the various speeds of the vibe that I’m playing with must be really getting to her by now. Poor thing.
“Y-yes.....tickleme...I don’t care......just...please......”
Turning the machine all the way up, I use one hand to caress Katie’s swelling clit while using the other to manipulate and massage the hard nipple of her breast. My mouth closes in around the other, sucking hard, my tongue running its length along the tender little piece of flesh.
She screams out loud. Arched back as far as she can, her body invites me as she climaxes hard and fast, I can feel her pulse against my hand. I let it ride out, feel it rock her body once...twice...three times....over and over as the waves forced upon her take over. As they come down and smooth out, I stay true to my word.
Without one, I drop my hands under her stretched arms and tickle fast. I’m consumed now. All I want, all I can focus on is tickling her and pulling every single reaction I’ve longed for all these years out of the subject of my attention.
“Yes...tickle the shit out of that little bitch! Tickle her everywhere! Oh GOD it’s so good! Get her! Make her squirm, make her beg...oh FUCK, Payne....make me happy...” Addie rolls over one her back, next to the bound blonde, furiously masturbating herself into a feverish state of stimulation.
“You know, they’re right. Women truly are far more sensitive after an orgasm, don’t you believe so?” My fingers play over her taut body, tickling down her ribs and along her sides, soaking in the flavor of the touch, the odor of how she looks, all of my senses becoming one as her ticklish flesh becomes my personal playground. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I forget to mention that I would not be turning that little vibrating monster off? You poor little thing, you....”
“N-NOO!!!! OhgodpleaseSTAA-HAAA-HAAAAAPPP!!!! Nomorepleaseplease! OhsitohSHITPLEASE GODNOOOHAAAHAAAAAAPLEEEHEEEHEEEEZZZEE!!!”
“Oh fuck, Payne, you do know how to treat a girl...this is so fucking hot, my baby...oh dear lord....” Sid lays on the bed on the other side of the struggling Reiko, one hand fervently working herself under the tiny red thong, her other slipped between the bound legs of her blonde counterparts, playing with her and working her closer to her own little piece of heaven...
Standing over the struggling captive, my hands work with focus and precision. Amazingly so, considering my state of lust, my fall (ascension?) into what I’ve always known I truly was. Katie is a sobbing, laughing, screaming wreck as I tickle her sides, digging into her most sensitive areas. Clawing over her ribs, poking single digits into the flesh of her belly and stroking the reactively tight muscles underneath. The machine works her without pity or mercy. I lose count of how many times I think she cums, I don’t care. Somewhere during my attentions, I must have replaced the gag, as all I can hear is the sensual and driving force of her futile screams, so deliciously muzzled by the cruel ball behind her teeth. It’s not the only set of muffled moans I hear, as one turn of my head reveals Sid tied next to Reiko, Addie tickling them both, whipped into a frenzy of lust and raw desire...the release of herself fully. She stimulates the others, herself...my bed is a pile of female flesh, squirming, tickling, cumming and moaning.
“Oh, thank you, Payne! I feel so good...so fucking goooooood...”
“Are you going to be a good little girl now?” I ask Katie, not caring that she can’t answer, or even caring what she might say, it just feels so good to ask, “my good little tickle toy? You are SO much fun to play with...”
My hands are a blur of motion as Addie, finally sated with her companions, stands in front of the table, straddles the bound form of the helpless girl and impatiently pulls my cock from its denim encasement, taking it into her warm mouth and sucking me hard and fast. Deeply. Deeper than I’d have thought any woman could possibly take me in. It’s almost like one of my own fantasies, convincing myself that my own hand is the mouth and throat of a desired lover...but even better.
As the pressure and sensation builds, the timing couldn’t be more perfect. My fingers clawed around Katie’s wriggling midriff, tickling her waist with even, steady pressure....Katie herself succumbing to yet another forced orgasm, her eyes rolled back in her head...Addie using her free hand, the one not pulling me forcefully into her mouth, to tickle the helpless girl under her arm as my cock starts to throb. The familiar sensation somehow alien, as if it’s the first time....too powerful, too unbelievably focused to be real, but it is. My explosion wracks my entire body as it never has before...
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The slightly blue-tinged glow from the computer screen is the only light in the room, reflecting their faces so softly.
“Now, there's a hot one. The Japanese chick? The one on the X-frame? Oh, god what I would give to get my hands on her.
“You do like the Asian types, don’t you, darling?” Reiko huskily whispers, her blonde locks tickling my ear. “So exotic. You could be her Master, Payne. She needs someone like you to show her how to behave.”
She does, doesn’t she?
“Well see, my dear. But yes...I do like the look of her. I hear that women of Asian heritage are extremely ticklish.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Sid says, stroking my back over that spot I like so much, “but they are among the world’s most sexually attractive women. I wonder if there are any at that piss-ant little college?”
“Yes, they certainly are. Oh, by the way, whatever did you do with Addie, my dears? I haven’t seen her all day. I do hope she’s alright. She does get so worked up when we play.”
“Oh, she’s quite fine. Relaxing comfortably. She’s such a little angel, but she does get out of control from time to time, you know that, don’t you lover? She’s in the bedroom, don’t worry.”
Curiosity gets the better of me as I rise from my seat and head toward the bedroom. Sid and Reiko behind me, I turn the knob of the door and the sight that greets me is nothing short of breathtaking.
There’s my Addie, dressed in that tiny little lime-green bikini I like so much, bound spread-eagle to the four corners of the bed. Her mouth silenced by the layers of tape effectively gagging her. The two women take their place at either side of her body, lightly stroking Addie’s body, which begins to squirm under their tickly touches.
“Oh, my dears...whatever have you done?” I slyly ask as I sit at the foot of the bed.
“We do love Addie so, but sometimes she just needs to be kept under conrol. Sometimes she’s just a little too....prescient. She’ll learn, though.”
“Remember, Payne...Addie is yours. She has her uses, she does give you focus, but she’s also a distraction from time to time. And doesn’t she look so very enticing all tied up like this? She is yours, my love, yours to control and use how you will.”
Yes, she is, isn’t she? I playfully stroke one of her bare feet, eliciting the soft giggles that I like so much. That I know she also craves.
“We will have to do something about that one, you know.” I say as I point over to the closet, containing the bound, gagged and blindfolded Katie, “After a few days, someone may actually miss the little tart.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something appropriate, my love. You’re the most intelligent man I know, and I’m certain that one little spoiled girl won’t present too much of a problem in dealing with.”
“But as long as we do have a couple of days,” Sidney adds as she lightly tickles the side of the bound girl on the bed, “wouldn’t it just be the sexiest thing in the world to hang her upside down like that girl on the website? Just imagine all that ticklish flesh dangling before you, owned and possessed, just as she should be.”
Yes...that would be hot, wouldn’t it. I’m sure I can pull it off. We do have a few days before having to worry about it. Might as well enjoy them. And, since Addie is looking so lovely and, at least for the moment, under control...might as well have some fun with her as well. I delight in her squeals as I tickle her bare feet, watching them squirm and thrash. I know she enjoys it, it’s what drives her...among other things.
I take a brief respite from my attentions, the others more than taking up the slack, teasing the bound girl as she pulls against the bonds that hold her, and lean over to press the “Play” button on the CD player. I know that Addie loves this song as much as I do, and music does set the mood, so to speak.
Does it not?
I hear voices in my head,
They council me, they understand
They talk to me...
They tell me things that I will do,
They show me things I’ll do to you;
They talk to me.....
They talk to me.....
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