The following FICTION contains ADULT material that is not suitable for minors and should not be read by those who are under eighteen years of age or not yet legally an adult under the laws governing the reader. It also should not be read by those who find graphic depictions of sexual encounters between members of the same or opposite sex offensive.

 

Northwest Bound                 by: Virginia Kane

 

Part Nine

Continued from part eight.

The two ‘girls’ rummaged through the extensive wardrobe closet for the perfect dress for Jamie to wear. Louise Gladden held up a delicate confection that was nearly transparent. "This dress is perfect for tonight, Jamie. Exactly what I had in mind for you to wear to meet someone very special who is probably down in the lounge waiting for us, if I know him as well as believe I do. The man is a master salesman, one of the mill’s best. I heard he was going to be in town. He is nice and he’s interested in meeting you."

"Oh?" Jamie took the dress from Louise and examined the blue sheath. The racy deep-scooped neckline would leave little of "her" cleavage hidden. Jamie smiled. She was becoming adept at considering herself female, and seldom lapsed into making male references of herself anymore. This dress was ultra feminine, so Jamie would have to be very careful not to bend over, or she could cause a riot. "I haven’t worn this one yet, Louise. If I’m standing in the right lighting, you can see right through it. I’ll need to wear a matching slip with it to look decent."

"Oh, please, Jamie. Live a little. If you wear a slip, I’ll get more attention than you. Tonight, let men concentrate on your fantastic figure, not mine. Incidentally, are you pleased with the size of your breasts? Would you prefer them bigger?"

"Heavens, no! I still feel as if I’m walking around with gigantic melons in my bras. How long will it take before I get used to having them? I’m self-conscious about how the men stare at them all the time. It’s hard to have a simple conversation with any man. They can’t maintain eye contact with me for long. Their attention keeps drifting down toward my chest. Makes me wonder if I have a stain on my dress, or if too much of these are hanging out. Makes me nervous!"

They giggled while Jamie got dressed. "That’s the fun of having luscious boobs, like yours, honey. When a guy can’t keep his eyes off of your knockers, you know where his mind is. Getting men excited helps you to feel it was worth the effort it took to look beautiful. Remember, they want for you to tease them. They get off on a pretty woman who is interested in them, instead of some other guy, or they wouldn’t be out looking for a date. The conquest of a lovely lady is what brings guys to the lounge in the first place. It’s what makes going out so much fun.

They all wish to be seen with a suitable quarry to show off to their buddies how dashing and debonair they are. They want their friends to see you laughing and dancing together, with a promise of a pleasurable quiet interlude in private, so they can brag about how macho they are, to make their friends jealous and make you glad that they chose to spend the evening with you.

Under normal circumstances, men aren’t so eager to flock around a pretty girl, if they think they will get shut down in the process and ridiculed by their friends for being a loser. They’re competitive, but cautious. They know why we’re there.

In our case, they know we won’t have to be romanced over a long period of time for the eventual, permanent relationship a conservative girl requires before she relinquishes her ‘booty’ to a man. We don’t expect to be courted for a permanent relationship. That isn’t our priority. Having a good time and experiencing some randy sex is our priority. Your date’s pals can be temporarily jealous or envy his good fortune, but they also know that tomorrow is another day, and they may be next to get their chance being the object of your sexual attention. The men won’t fight over you, except to get to your charms first!

So far, you’ve only had a few dates, with men I directed you to meet for a good purpose. Dan and Harry are busily letting their men know how much fun you are to be with, and soon, others will come calling on you to entice you into their beds. If a man approaches you, and you don’t feel you’d want to go to bed with him; it’s okay to turn him down. Be very polite, but act nonchalant toward him. He’ll soon get the message, and move on. If you feel attracted to a particular man, respond with some cheerful warmth, so he’ll know you’re receptive to his advances.

Do you ever recall how you felt as a man by being ‘shot down’ by a girl, and how afterwards, you felt as if everyone in the world knew that you were spurned? Try not to make any man feel dejected by declining them. Give him an easy way to exit without bruising his ego too much. You may encourage him to develop some charm and try again another time, instead of wallowing in useless self-pity. You can help the gentlemen who don’t get to spend time in bed with you as well as the guys with whom you do by being a "dream" girl the spurned men can aspire to date by honing their predatory skills to sweep you off of your feet next time.

If a guy turns you off, be aloof. If he turns you on, act cheerful, make with the smiles, and welcome him by laughing at his corny quips and let him get closer. However, if you turn away too many men, early on, the others will be reluctant to approach you; so don’t get carried away with being overly particular this early in your career. Relax, take the time to have some fun, be a jellyroll, and get these horny bakers to sweeten you up with some of their cream filling. Practice makes perfect. I know how they react, so let a few that don’t strike your fancy have a chance to at least meet you if you don’t see any that do strike your fancy.

When we get downstairs, patiently wait to be approached. Your past experience as a man may tempt you to be forward and try to initiate contact. That usually isn’t a good plan of action. Men withdraw from forward women. It turns most men off. Wait for men to come to you. In that dress, it won’t take long. Trust me.

Take off the black nylons and see how these flesh tone ones look, instead. Black nylons look good with darker colors, but this dress begs to be worn with a nude colored pair of stockings. The color and style will make you look as if you’re in a light-hearted, frivolous mood. Better change into a light blue bra and panties, too. They’ll show through this thin dress just enough to make their mouths water."

Once in the dress, Jamie finished the rest of her preparations quickly, as if she had been doing it for years. She was pleased with the way the dress showed off her figure, and paused longer than necessary before the mirror, fussing with her golden hair. "Come on, beautiful. Let’s go knock ‘em out. You look good enough to eat, and if we don’t get a move on, I’ll rape you myself!

It wasn’t long before we two tempting morsels were seated in the dining room, engrossed in the menus, deciding on dinner entrées. Sure enough, two good-looking loggers came by to ask if our plans for the evening might include their companionship. To test out Louise’s advise to act aloof, I sat back and received the offer politely, but told them, with as much sincere regret that I could muster, that we wished we could but had made a previous commitment. Louise affirmed my casual dismissal, and the two men feigned exaggerated disappointment and apologized for interrupting our dinner, suggesting possibly getting together at some later time. I smiled, and assured them we appreciated their kind offer.

After they gracefully departed, Louise reached under the table and patted my knee. "Very good! That was very polite. You’re catching on."

"Yeah, I wanted to try out being ‘aloof’, like you suggested, but wish the first guys to approach us weren’t so damned handsome. The red head was a stud, wasn’t he? If I wasn’t starving, I’d have liked to take him up on his offer. My panties are stretched to the limit. I can’t believe how horny I’ve gotten, so soon. A few weeks ago, I would have laughed at the idea of my wanting gay sex with a guy."

"They’re all studs, Jamie, if they’re looking for women here. You’re with me and you’re new. That means you’re here to be approached. They probably caught on that you’re still in training. I recognized those two. Both are very good in bed, and don’t mind your ‘specialty’. If you didn’t spurn them, I would have. You need more practice turning men down, until it comes naturally for you and easy for them.

I’ll let you know when to turn on the charm, tonight, after we have dinner. I have someone I mentioned earlier that you should meet. I expected to see him by now, because I told him to expect us. Perhaps he was already here and missed seeing us, but I doubt that he’d not leave word. I wonder what happened. "

Three more pairs of men approached us. Again, we politely let them down, taking turns, to expose me to alternates ways to show courteous rejection. After dinner, with the table cleared, I began to regret declining all the offers we got. No more men approached us for some time. I noticed plenty of men checking us out, but not one came to ask if we wanted company. As I turned my attention to Louise, to ask if we should have accepted the last offer, I saw her smile broaden. She was looking past me. I was about to turn around to see why her facial expression changed so dramatically. She cautioned me not to, through clenched teeth.

"Don’t look now, but the perfect date for you just came through the door. He’s on his way over to say hello to us."

A mature, six-foot, slim, graying man came up to out table. "Louise. You look absolutely fabulous, as usual! Eating late again, I see. A long day, I suppose. I don’t understand how you can continue to stay so lovely. Long hours and eating late will eventually wear your resistance down and destroy your figure, girl! I wish I could have waited to dine with you, but I was ravenous. I met Jake while waiting for your arrival in the bar. I told the headwaiter to alert me of your arrival, but got tied up with Jake about some sales maneuvers he asked about. I almost gave up seeing you this evening. I’m glad I peeked in to see if you finally came down. I might have missed gazing into your enchanting eyes again. I’ve been thinking about having a quiet dinner with you for several weeks."

"Carl, I’d have loved to have dinner with you earlier, but I was detained. I told you not to wait because I wasn’t sure how soon I’d be able to join you. I wanted you to meet one of our newest teachers before you run off to sell someone lumber that hasn’t even been planted yet." Louise formally introduced me to this gallant tower of a man. He wasn’t young at all, but had a powerful presence. He carried himself as if he knew he could charm any woman he wanted right into his bed.

"Say, as a consolation, why not allow me to buy you lovely ladies and after dinner cocktail, something special. They say the bartender concocts the best cures for a busy lady’s wearisome woes." He put a hand on a chair from the adjacent table and made a gesture to inquire if we wanted him to join us at the table.

"Thank you for the tempting offer, but Jamie doesn’t know how strong lumbermen prefer their drinks yet. She’d find out too late how one of those innocent tasting creations can strip a girl of all her inhibitions, and be at the mercy of an old lecher like you, Carl. I’d better save her from that fate until she’s been around a while and knows the territory better. We were just leaving for the lounge, to listen what the band has to offer in the way of relaxing music. Care to join us? We girls have to dance off a late dinner. That’s how we can eat late and still fit into our duds."

"I’d be deeply honored to escort you both. I can’t think of a nicer way to spend an evening back here at home base: both arms full of delectable delights."

We weaved our way between the tables and made our way over to the lounge. Louise asked the lounge host to seat us at a table away from the band, where the music wasn’t too loud, but provided a cozy, secluded background.

Carl Nelson looked to be about forty-five, maybe fifty, with more than a sprinkle of gray hairs peppered into the full head of wavy hair on top of his head that was predominantly gray at the temples. He appeared to me to be the kind of man who was always completely in command, regardless of the situation with which he was confronted. We were surveying each other, imagining what we would be like in bed together. He wasn’t being overtly brash, but I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes, flattering me by the appraisal evident in the gleam they held.

"Nice to meet you, Jamie. Louise has been telling me how pretty you look, but I have to admit, you’re much more enchanting than I had expected. So much so, I’d love to have you accompany me when I meet with some of my customers socially. It would be a special privilege. Can you sneak away for a few days at a time to travel the country with me when I make some social calls?"

"I’d love to Mr. Nelson, but I will be quite busy with my students. I don’t see how I could possibly get away. I’m sure a man of your suave personality could get any number of pretty young girls you’d like to accompany you as you travel to your social functions. I’m sorry, but perhaps Louise can help you."

Oh, Jamie. Please call me Carl, my dear. Don’t let my apparent age and candor deceive you one bit. I can be a fierce predator for the right damsel. Besides, my friend Louise has too many important responsibilities to be bothered with playing the part of Cupid for me. I much prefer to do my own selecting, but in your case, I am pleased she wanted me to meet you. Please, let’s be casual. Call me Carl."

After we were seated in the lounge, he ordered without asking. "Poulle Fusse, si vous plais." The Maitre’D bowed and left, after repeating Carl’s champagne order to the approaching waiter. Soon, a pedestal-mounted, iced magnum was brought to our table. The wine steward opened, sniffed, sampled a bit of the bubbly with an exaggerated flourish, and poured the expensive looking charged wine into our thin, stemmed flutes, starting with Mr. Nelson’s.

"I toast to you, Mademoiselles, the two best looking women in town. Having the divine pleasure of being in your presence, I am surely the most envied man in the room." He was laying it on thick, but I liked being spoiled by this enchanting man. He was good at being charming, and he knew it, and he knew that we knew it.

He stood up, almost reverently, gazed into my eyes, and without saying a word, he took my hand and urged me to my feet. "Let’s dance, my child. Let me free you from the shackles of your wicked chaperone. Your charms are begging for my adroit attention after being suppressed by her evil clutches."

His manner was alluring as well as amusing. I was sure the act he was putting on was solely for my entertainment. Miss Gladden must have told him that I was still new at responding to men publicly, and would be putty in his hands if he laid it on thick. My libido was certainly responding to his exaggerated grace. I was reveling in being the object of his corny lines. This must be how normal girls feel in the apt hands of professional gigolos. My heart was begging to get all he could dish out!

We danced. He held me in his arms with polite respect, not too close, not to far, as a suave gentleman would in the situation. "So, my dear, Tell me all about yourself. Have you been here for long?"

"A little over a month. I graduated college in June. I’m here as an apprentice, for my teaching internship. Miss Gladden is my program mentor."

"Ah, wonderful! Fresh as a daisy, and superbly fashioned, I might say, yet fully educated. I love the opportunity to converse with well-trained minds combined with exquisite beauty. You are a delectable morsel, Jamie. The gods of fortune have been kind to me this day. It is difficult to carry on a meaningful conversation hampered by all these distractions. Say that you will join me in my suite so I may get to know you better, Jamie. I know it is very late, but tomorrow I must heed the taskmaster and be gone." He grasped my hands and drew them up around his neck, so that his two arms were free to explore the thin material at my waist.

"I am honored by your request, but I must seek permission from my mistress. It would not do well to goad her to anger." I was getting in to his ultra-polite manner of speech, by replying in equally flowery language.

"Ach! My superior wizardry has caused her to disappear. She will remain a frog, forever, unless you assent to my wishes. Don’t cause her to suffer long, as she may vent her anger upon you later if you defy me. I will only release her from the spell I cast upon her if you will vow to yield your flesh unto my will."

I leaned my head back and laughed at his thinly veiled tease. "Treachery and magic! Oh, forsooth! Whatever shall I do? Please, don’t harm Mistress Louise, sire! I will do as you bid me, but only if you first release my mistress from your evil spell. Take me! Do with me what you will! I will serve you in any manner you wish if you promise to spare her, now."

"I promise you I will render you no harm, my child. Instead, I will provide you with splendor beyond your imagination. Come with me to my chambers. I will concoct a potion to transcend you to amorous bliss exceeding mortal comprehension."

I lowered my hands to his chest and pushed gently, looking carefully into his gray eyes once more; detecting no danger, only safety and fatherly protection. Louise could hardly sic some demon on me. He had to be safe. I decided to trust him.

"You know, Carl, I like you, even your preposterous gallantry. It is a lot of fun for a change. I need some fun right now. If you want me to accompany you to your ‘dungeon’ tonight, I’ll be glad to join you for a while. I’m sure you will remain a perfect gentleman. That is, unless Louise wants me to…."

"Mistress Louise has entrusted you entirely to my care. I’m sorry for having been late, but I was detained trading timber from the magic forest to buy you an amulet made of purest gold. I have it in my room for safekeeping. If you consent to being my princess, tonight, I shall spin a tale of yore to cherish along with the priceless bauble that I have brought a great distance from a foreign land only for you.

Tonight, you will succumb to the ferocity of my sorcery. On the morrow, you will emerge resplendent in the powers I will bestow upon you under the moon’s brilliant illumination. Come, feast at the table of the master magician. Partake freely in the nourishment I feely offer without threat. I will share with you with a great power to tame the souls of mortal spirits."

Excited, and curious to learn what sort of madness was in store for me, I meekly nodded my acceptance. "Take me, master, and I will follow. I am yours."

"Let us depart now, my princess. There is no need for us to tally."

We danced our way to the door. Louise had disappeared as he had said. Others already were seated at the table we used while we were dancing and he cast his spell on me with his deep gray eyes. "Oh, what happened to my purse and all of that delicious wine? I barely touched it. It was splendid."

"Fear not, Jamie. The wine, your purse, and Mistress Louise all await our arrival in my lair. I’m glad that you chose to trust me, thinking Louise wasn’t joining us. You granted your willingness to join me, based only on my charm. You could not have made a finer compliment. You are indeed a treasure."

His hotel suite was located two floors up from mine, and his sitting room was identical. As soon as we arrived, Louise, bid her adieu after whispering to me to follow all of his directions without question and keep an open mind to what he asked. She guaranteed that I’d be glad I did, but wouldn’t tell me why.

He kissed Louise at the door, and she was gone. I was on my own, to discover what this was all about. I wasn’t nervous, but was more perplexed than curious. He picked up the full frosty wine glass from the table and casually handed it to me. It bore an imprint of my lipstick. I tasted the fine wine. Surprisingly, it was still cool, and thrilled the palate with its rich, tart flavor. With little knowledge of wine and its nuances, it was clearly the best taste I ever encountered. I drank it all and asked for more. I could get used to a whole lot of this kind of wine. I was sure the wonderful flavor would not be readily available in the logging camps.

"Let me refresh your drink, Jamie. The steward was kind enough to deliver our glasses into the small refrigerator while we were dancing, but champagne loses much of its zest after sitting open for a while." He topped off our glasses, and took my hand, leading me to the corner settee. I thought of Dan and how he sat in the same position, while Louise watched me fellate him through the one-way mirror. I spied at it, wondering if she was there, watching Carl Nelson seduce me.

I put the notion out of my mind. What would it matter? I planned on following his lead wherever it would go. Having Louise watch would no longer embarrass me. This man has been around. He would teach me things that would help me do my new job better. Of that I was sure, and I was in the mood to learn a thing or two.

True to his word, he walked over to the desk, opened a drawer and withdrew a small velvet case. It contained a lovely, feminine amulet on a fine gold chain. He told me it held a mysterious power to bring men to their knees if I chose to invoke the power within. Comfortable in the soft embrace the fluffy cushions, I began to feel the effect of the wine, the full dinner and mild fatigue from the long day.

He spoke very softly, holding the amulet up before my weary eyes, spinning it in his outstretched hand. It dazzled, even in the soft, indirect light that filled of the room. I closed my eyes to let his voice drift across my mind. When I tried to open them, my vision was filled only with the sparkle from the amulet, so I closed them again, and tried to concentrate on the lulling tones of his voice. Gradually, his soothing voice trailed off to nowhere.

I was on a cloud, flying high in the sky, without a worry in the world. I was so free, able to swoop from cloud to cloud and descend to the earth at will to view all the town’s streets bustling with workers, merchants and residents merrily going about their daily lives. I could see the lumber camps way off in the distance, in every direction. I returned to my cloud, and sat back to rest, reclining on the soft, wispy vaporous pillow. Being able to fly around freely was exhilarating, but so energy consuming. I sensed that I had acute vision and could clearly see all the town’s activity from the vantage point of my personal cloud, and assumed a self duty to watch over what was going on down below.

I spotted a man about to accost a woman. I swooped down, and interceded. His attention turned to me. I curtailed the man’s need for sex, by waving my amulet before him, spinning it in rapid revolutions as he gazed into it. He withdrew.

Over and over, I repeated the task; each time a lust filled man was deterred from forcing himself on an unwilling victim by the power of my amulet. After several successes, the power of the amulet began to wane. My power to deter the lusty men was depleted. The wizard then appeared, in the form of Carl Nelson, and with an amulet of his own, restored the magic power to my amulet.

I slowly awoke with Carl still before me. "Take your amulet, Jamie. Use its power wisely to deter errant men."

I took it from him and held it carefully in both hands. As I did, he removed his tie, undid his collar button, reached into his shirt and pulled out an amulet of his own. It was identical to mine. "Let me teach you how to use this."

Carl knelt down before me and slid my short, smooth dress up over my thighs. He kissed his way toward my bulging panty. After bestowing my bulge with his kisses, he pried my panty down my legs and freed my surging member. Moving forward, he took my manhood into one hand and kissed the tip, gently. As he leaned further, his amulet brushed up against my excited flesh. His lips touched the base of the ridge of my corona and his tongue flitted across the bit of flesh.

I shuddered as the warmth of his lips engulfed my surging rod. His mouth opened and the amulet, along with the gold chain from which it hung, slipped into his hot mouth as it descended slowly, sending shivers of delight along my shaft. His slow and deliberate technique was magnificent. Tender sucking, accompanied by gentle brushing of his golden trinket over my flesh fulfilled my sexual cravings like never before.

I lost count of my eruptions. Each grew in majestic intensity, until I evolved into a totally erotic living continuous orgasm. Like hours, it seemed, floating on a cloud of emotional, soaring heights in a gray cloak of semi-conscious oblivion. Then, I rested. When I recovered, Carl took my amulet from me and placed its golden seamless chain over my head. Kissing me, his amulet, and then mine, he lifted me from the chair and into his arms.

He carried me to his bedroom; bedecked in splendor like an ancient palace. It was the opulent velvet dungeon of this crafty wizard who held me completely in his power. If I could, I would not even consider escaping him. He then placed me carefully on his bed and bid me to remove all of his clothing for him as he joined me there, kneeling before me.

I slowly removed every stitch of outer clothes, covering his body with kisses as it was revealed. Soon, he was clad only in skin-tight nylon hip-hugging underwear that covered his thighs midway to his knees. The unusual garb was open at the crotch, leaving his shaved genitals and smooth buns exposed. His tanned, taut skin rippled with sinewy muscles.

He took his time, kissing me everywhere as he peeled my diaphanous pale blue sheath from me, leaving me in my demi-bra, panty and nylons. I lay motionless as he softly nuzzled me with his tongue, beneath my testicles as his soft hands roamed, sending shivers along my spine. He engulfed my fragile testes carefully, tickling them with his vibrant tongue.

With a slow, deliberate movement, his body eventually rotated into position over me with his knees straddling my head, his great sword loomed mightily over my face. Around his rampant sword hung another amulet, which slipped along with his intruder into my eager, sucking cavern.

As his lips continued to treat me to fabulous ministrations over the surface of my scrotum, the amulet on his neck entered his mouth to heighten my pleasure. In time, he redirected his attention to the tip of my lance, winding the thin golden chain around the head of it with his tongue while the amulet rode the underside of my shaft. His skill with his tongue to extract sensations along my sensitive flesh by manipulating the amulet and chain was unbelievable. I could not have predicted the intensity of tactile ecstasy. Such feelings cannot be described. They must be felt to be understood. Again, my deep orgasm gradually spread from my groin to emanate though every cell of my body, in continuous waves of sensuous energy.

Once I recovered, I followed his example. I brought his pendulant amulet into my mouth as I took in his hard cock. I imitated his manipulations, twirling the golden chain on his cock head, gliding the stone amulet over the heavy veins that ran along the underside of his pulsing shaft. I was immediately rewarded with wave after wave of his copious flow. His elixir bore the light, almost tangy flavor of the expensive wine we drank earlier. I gulped it down, licking his member to urge him to grant me more of this delicious ambrosia. His ecstatic response continued in waves of common resonance to the slurping suction I applied as a gulped his rod into my throat. We wafted joyously on a cloud of mutual indulgence for what seemed to be countless minutes.

When we could endure no more, totally exhausted, both sated by our mutual oral attentions, we drifted to sleep, one over the other, with penises implanted, throats lined with come laden cocks. After an unknown length of time, I woke up, being gently face-fucked by this indulgent magician, his lips still wrapped tightly around my own very shrunken appendage. He too was totally soft within my mouth, but continued to glide gracefully in and out, without causing me any discomfort, so I possessively massaged his shaft with the aid of the chain and amulet.

We enjoyed the comfort of each other’s gentle sucking, until we realized that our further efforts would be futile. We continued holding one another, still with the common bond of our lips to our cocks and let my fatigue overcome me. In my dream, the flavor of his cum was as intoxicating as the wine we shared earlier, making me giddily happy to have ingested a most tantalizing taste.

I knew I wasn’t really asleep, more like languid daydreaming. I was reluctant to move and break the spell. I was afraid the episode was only a mere figment of my imagination. I was intelligent. There was no such thing as magic, so I must have dreamt all of it. I could only wish to have more dreams this exciting and so rewarding. His movement interrupted my reverie. I wasn’t dreaming after all.

He rose from the bed, pulling me up with him. He led me to the bathroom and turned on the shower as he held me firmly against the wall with his body. Unlike mine, his cock surged with renewed power. "How can you be so hard so soon, after so much oral sex? Don’t you feel exhausted?"

"Fatigue disappears in the presence of your beauty. Are you tired?"

"You’re right. I don’t feel tired. I merely wanted my dreams to continue forever."

"Let’s see. You floated around on a cloud with keen vision, were able to swoop down to rescue several hapless maidens from lecherous men’s clutches and curbed their lust by having them gaze into your amulet. My love juices tasted like the expensive wine we first shared in the lounge and again when we got to my suite and you want to taste more of the flavor as soon as you can. Right?"

"Precisely! How did you do it? Did you drug me to cause me to dream of all the things you just recited? You couldn’t have! Those were my own thoughts, and I already wanted to use my sexual preference to dissuade men away from being ruthless toward girls. You used hypnosis, didn’t you?"

"Yes, but only to heighten your perception and responsivity. When I carefully asked you to expose your fondest desires, you told me what you wanted most, and I reinforced your goals in your mind while you were receptive to suggestion. If you wanted to be forced into submission, to behave like a slave, you would have told me and we’d have done that as easily, savoring every moment.

From practicing the use of hypnosis for years, I’ve learned to augment scenes by influencing my own psyche to feel ultimate sexual release by indulging in each partner’s fantasy through a post hypnotic suggestion I imposed on myself earlier.

The art can be dangerous, if the subject is psychotic and likely to do anything of his own accord. A normal person will not respond if he or she would not want to indulge in a particular fantasy of his or her own free will in the first place. So, when you dreamt of flying over the community, guarding it, your dream was your way of expressing your fervent desire for justifying sexual encounters with men as a means to protect women from abuse. Your placing a value on your talent is a way to rationalize your socially unacceptable sexual preference."

"Could you make me believe that I would be happier as a sexual surrogate for the rest of my life by making such suggestions to me while I’m hypnotized?"

"No, not really. What I can offer is greater sensual perception from acts that you want to perform: the taste of my sperm, for instance. You wanted to taste it, but are revolted by the thought of ingesting a man’s acrid ejaculate. I suggested to you that it would taste like the fine wine we shared. You accepted the suggestion.

If you desire, I will reinforce your perception in any number of ways to help you to enjoy indulging in sex with men. I can suggest that all men’s sperm will taste like fine wines of a wide variety to you. I can suggest that you experience deep inner female orgasms by being penetrated anally. I can even alter your perception of ugly men to make them more appealing to you, but understand; you may not like constantly having distorted perceptions. Sometimes, a few people have lingering nightmares from implanted suggestions. Do any of these ideas appeal to you?"

"How about enabling me to increase my desire to have normal relations, like sex with a woman: my penetrating her vagina? Can you do that?"

"Geri’s vagina?"

"Yes. I see you know of her. The thought of her wanting me to make love to her as a woman has me concerned. I love her, but I feel I may be a disappointment. What if the notion of assuming the manly role prevents me from staying erect as I penetrate her? I can fake enjoying sex with a woman, but how can I maintain an erection?"

"Do you trust me?" His voice was soft and encouraging.

"I suppose. You wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t trust you. I trust Louise wouldn’t do something to harm me. She has my total confidence. I’m here at her direction, so it includes what you have to offer. Am I right?"

"Yes. I would hardly suggest anything that would not be supportive of her efforts.

What I propose is: to suggest to you that being receptive to men is exciting and rewarding, but being receptive to Geri’s guidance is more exciting, and the basis of your willingness to offer yourself to men in ways she can no longer perform. It may be confusing to your conscious mind, but subconsciously, you will become her surrogate. When you penetrate her, it will feel as if she is penetrating you as a woman. You will experience the deep, soft, multiple inner orgasms a woman feels as you pump your juices into Geri. Likewise, you will enjoy multiple inner orgasms whenever men penetrate you, orally or anally. You can assume to adopt my suggestions the next time you engage in sex."

"That’s it? Aren’t you going to hypnotize me first?" He didn’t respond. Instead, he took me by the hand and drew me into the shower with him. He silently washed my body with careful, slow deliberation, without uttering a sound, never taking his eyes off of mine. He inserted the plug into the drain, allowing the tub to fill with water. As the water level rose, he stepped out, leaving me to lie under the torrent of the hot stinging water. The insistent shower caused me to close my eyes. His last words burrowed into my brain. "Being receptive to Geri’s guidance is more exciting and the basis of my willingness to offer myself to men in ways she can no longer perform. I will experience deep, soft, multiple inner…."

I must have fallen asleep from the comforting tub of hot water. The shower was turned off and Carl Nelson stood beside the tub holding a towel across his arms.

He reached out and I rose to accept the proffered towel. Without speaking, he dried my body, starting at my drenched hair, and ending with my toes. He took me to the sink and blow-dried my hair, deftly using a roll brush to instill texture and bounce to my golden blond tresses. It was then I noticed he was wearing a corset and nylons. His chest was well padded to fill out the top, but he otherwise appeared as feminine as I did. We did each other’s makeup, light, with barest essentials. He drew me naked, back to the bedroom

We got back into bed, and his satin corset felt odd to my naked flesh. Lately, it was I that wore feminine under things to signal sexual compliance. He then slid down to my groin and slipped his hands under my buns, lifting me to reach my rosebud. He moistened it with his spittle, as I humped up, spreading my legs to grant him clearer access.

Without needless words, he rose and putting a pillow beneath me, entered my rosebud with his rigid lance. The feeling as it slowly penetrated me was ethereal. I was never fucked so nicely. Previous entries were forced upon me. This time the entry was welcome. I wanted him inside, deep inside my body. His rhythm was barely perceptible. Each advance was gradual; each withdrawal took more than several seconds. His pulsing shaft entered and withdrew at a languid pace.

Each cycle elevated my reactions. I could lay beneath him forever, enthralled by the feel of his flesh entering my portal of desire. I could feel the pull and push of every knurl on his baton as it rode back and forth, filling me with growing need.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside my love tunnel. He was responsive to my increased desire and lunged forward. His ball sac slapped against my ass crease, crashing into the fold with the momentum of the thrust. I cried out in ecstasy as a roil of energy coursed through me. He again withdrew and lunged, holding himself at the hilt. His cock expanded my love hole, widening my gaping cavern, as I tried to pull him inside, body and all.

A sense of emergence filled me. It blossomed into gorgeous sprays of energy like fireworks exploding after a tendril of hissing sparks rose into the night’s sky.

Shhhhhhh-POOOHM! Shhhhhh-POOOHM! Shhhhhh-POOOHM! Over and over, the blasts of sheer energy emanated from my anal core and spread throughout my body with increasing speed and intensity. OMIGOD!!! I’m having real, entirely feminine orgasms and my cock is still as soft as a baby’s! I am woman, and I love it! I reach for him, grasping his shoulders, pulling him into me. I want his body to integrate and become one with mine!

Until after hundreds of recoiling inner explosions, my body gradually became less tense. I released my interlocked fingers from around his back, and let myself fall back onto the bed. I lay in utter abandon, as he continued to pummel my ass.

He peaked and his thrusts became urgent, renewing the fires of my lust. As his spray entered me, triggering renewed fervor to set off several more explosions as his seed entered my passage, causing him to squish noisily. I raked my nails over his back, as the resurgence of mind absorbing pulses flashed with lightning speed through my core. Then, it was over. My transmutation was complete. I was and would forever be an object of passion, to submissively be used to attain the magnificent wonders of unfettered release.

My wizard rose and mounted me in the inversion of his initial stance. He placed his soft wand over my lips. I drew it in, tasting the mingled sweat and remnants of his load, which reminded me of the delicate flavor of the wine. I washed his shaft, tenderly sucking and mewing, teasing him with the amulet and chain. He rose again.

He knelt between my knees, and lifted my buttocks to his face. His long, searing tongue entered me, gleaning from my passage the load he deposited. Beyond my ability to respond, I let him continue, as my senses returned to me. For some time, I was on another plane, far above the Earth, soaring from cloud to cloud, lavishly absorbing the hitherto unknown sensations.

We cuddled. I looked into his warm eyes. "Thank you."

It was early morning. We had spent the entire night together. A complete set of my own lingerie awaited me after my bath. We had bathed in the impressive tub together and afterwards, he showed me his own extensive wardrobes, both male and female, which put mine to shame. "Work for me and yours can match mine." He dressed me from the skin out, planting fervent kisses everywhere, sending a million shivers across my flesh. A new dress in shimmering gold exposed every curve to its maximum advantage.

Room service delivered the meager breakfast I requested. We ate, contentedly silent. My wizard began to explain how I could employ the magic of the amulet, once I was taught to provide suggestions to suitors, with the amulet as the key. Yes, he was suggesting I too learn to hypnotize men to heighten their enjoyment of sexual pleasures, and abate their lust to deter them from abusive behavior.

To do so would require me to accept a new challenge, amid my previous plans to complete my internship and become a full-fledged teacher. It would require me to be generous with my talents and not deny them to those in need. We discussed the time required to gain competence in such skills. Meanwhile, I would continue to teach and offer incentives to my students, with the ability to savor their acrid offerings as if they were fine wine.

We agreed to wait. I accepted, knowing the newly induced skills would please my darling Geri. I was eager to discover if all his suggestions took root in my psyche.

At my request, Carl Nelson agreed to offer suitable suggestions under hypnosis to enhance her skills at lovemaking as a woman. He promised she would be able to share my ability to enjoy the fabulous feminine orgasms, perhaps even more so, considering her modified genitalia. She would soon be the first to benefit from my induced suggestions, received earlier. After I attain skill in my new expanded tutelage, Geri might be able to attain total womanhood, someday.

The end.

 

Epilogue.

With occasional reinforcement of suggestion, I continue to enjoy having sex with many men. Like fine wine, each one has a uniquely distinct, yet similar quality. I would no more restrict sex to a single partner than I would restrict my palate to a single food or restrict my taste buds to a single wine. In cultivated diversity lies total satiation.

 

Author’s note:

If anyone wishes to ‘sequel’ this story with a chapter on a "rain check", please do, or Email me with ideas for expounding on the concept.

Virginia Kane

 

 

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