"Yes."
"Good Michael you are doing so well. You feel so good knowing your treatment is going so well but you can't help how hard your cock is getting can you?"
"No."
"When your cock gets hard from looking at porn and your mind goes blank Michael any woman can direct your thoughts. You are too weak to control your libido so you need a woman to do it for you isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"Feel how good it feels to have me control your thoughts like this?"
"Yes." He breathed.
"Oh that's soooo much better Michael. Now think about my black stockings and garters and go blank for me." Her fingers snapped again.
"Sleeping so deeply. Deep and empty. Your cock is hard because you are hypnotized and looking at porn and listening to my voice hypnotizes you Michael. Your cock is getting harder and more sensitive. Feel it Michael, feel it rubbing up against your underwear." The intensity of the pleasure was causing him to squirm in his chair.
"Oh Michael you want release from all this pleasure don't you? Say yes."
"Yes," he moaned.
"Oh getting even harder and more sensitive. Now when I next snap my fingers you are going to awaken Michael. When you awaken your cock will be so sensitive that the slightest touch anywhere on your body will make you cum. Your very close now aren't you sweetie?"
"Uh...yes," he whimpered.
The snap of Vanessa's fingers brought Michael back and he looked at her and was not quite sure why he was so turned on. Vanessa leaned forward," now this is a start to your treatment Michael. We have made some progress today but we will need to have more sessions together." She reached out and put her hand on his," okay?"
Her touch sent shivers all through his body. He trembled," oh god...oh shit," he cried as he felt the cum start pumping out of his cock. "Oh fuck...oh god." He tried to keep his hips from bucking and hold the cum back but the wet spot had already started to form on the front of his pants.
"Oh dear Michael," Vanessa said with apparent concern," your case is definitely going to need some more work. She reached over to her desk and pulled several tissues from a box and handed them to him. "Here sweetie, now clean yourself up," Michael was trying to look anywhere but at her," it's okay Michael nothing to be ashamed of these things happen. Just get cleaned up and on your way out make an appointment to see me again with Nadine."
The End.
Birthday Mummification
She smoothed the cellophane tightly and smoothly over the hand lightly gripping the rubber ball and up to the elbow. She had covered it with several layers already, and it was already difficult to make out the fingers through the plastic. With a grin of satisfaction, she put the cellophane down and reached for the pink duct tape. In short order, the hand was brightly pink, like the one on the other side.
"OK, my little Slut, now onto the rest of you," Mistress Z said with satisfaction, "put your pretty pink hands over your head."
I grunted in reply. This was pretty much all I could do, as my mouth had already been tightly stuffed with two thongs, held in place with several layers of pink bandage. Mistress had informed me that they had been given to her by two of her co-workers as a birthday present for me, and who had been informed of where they would end up. Since she had never told me which of her co-workers had made the gift, I was always a little pink-faced with embarrassment forever after when entering the store. The taste led one to believe that some disrobing had been necessary to get the thongs. Also, that there was a certain amount of excitement about where they would end up.
Mistress wrapped my chest with the cellophane, and then told me to lower my hands. They were quickly affixed with the duct tape to my sides over the plastic, and then I was wrapped with several layers of cellophane from my shoulders to my waist. She then added a layer of the pink duct tape – "just for added security," she informed me with a wink. Her pretty blue eyes were shining with the excitement of upcoming birthday surprises.
She had me bend over the low table she had brought into the room, made of a long 1x6 and two low saw horses. Lubing my rear end, she proceeded to fill me with a rather large set of anal beads. I was glad she had cleaned me out with an enema earlier. The beads, as well as my rapidly stiffening cock, were soon securely behind layers of plastic and tape as well. My legs and feet soon followed.
"Carefully now, sit on the table," she commanded, and then helped me to lie down. Starting at my feet and working to my shoulders, she covered me in several more layers of plastic and tape, securing me tightly to the board.
"Last thing, and then we can get started," she said with satisfaction. The "last thing" involved filling my ears with ear plugs, covered with cotton and taped into place with athletic tape. A blindfold was placed over my eyes, and then my head was covered with plastic, leaving only my nose open to breathe through.
I was left alone for an indeterminate period of time, and was kind of drifting in and out of sub space. I thought I could hear voices – female? male? – but I couldn't tell if it was the radio or something else. And then the world moved...
...Literally. I was flipped over and was hanging upside down, held to the board by the tape and plastic. I was too shocked to emit a sound, even had I been able. There were some vibrations through the board, and shortly I felt myself swinging slowly back and forth. I was well restrained in my cocoon, and very comfortable hanging there. I was left alone again.
Sometime later, I felt a light breeze, as my cock was cut free of the wrap. I was instantly as hard as a rock. I felt a warm breeze, as if someone were lightly blowing on it. And then a light touch – a feather? This sensation alternated back and forth for a while, driving me crazy with lust, and then I was left alone in the blackness.
Later, and this time I felt a light touch on my cock. A warm liquid was being rubbed in, and a hand lightly and gently began to stroke me, slowly, evenly. Little by little I became harder than I ever thought possible. I was building toward the greatest climax of my life. I began grunting through my gag and struggling with my bonds. I was almost there – the burning sensation you get just before you cum coursing through my body.
And then the hand squeezed my cock, stopping any chance of a climax, and slipped away. I was left again to slip back into the darkness.
I lost sight of the number of sensations I felt over the next while. As my cock was the only thing free, it rapidly became the center of my universe. Little by little, every sensation applied to it was amplified. My tormentress used her whole arsenal. Once I was pinched in several places by clothes pins. Later a soft sensation – fur? – gently rubbed in circles. Something very warm alternated with something very cold. No torment ever lasted long enough to make me cum, but just long enough to bring me to the edge, or to focus my attention on the fact that I wouldn't go over the edge anytime soon.
Time slipped by, sensation after sensation attacked my cock, my brain, my need to cum! I was babbling into the gag, incapable at this point of anything resembling coherent thought. I was one large yearning. I would have begged and pleaded had I not been gagged, "I'll walk the streets naked, suck off 100 guys, walk crossdressed into the local grocery store, a n y t h i n g!" And yet the teasing, the torment, the visit to the edge and back went on, again and again.
Later, and the slight swinging stopped. My world moved again, and again I was upright. I felt a light touch at my lips, reminding me not to talk, and my gag was removed. I was given a sip of water through a straw, followed by a very slick, warm pussy. As my head was securely fastened to the board, all I could do was follow her lead; slowly fucking her with my tongue and then sliding up to circle her clit, and then back again. A long/short time later, my head was tightly squeezed between her knees, and I was rewarded with the taste of her tangy juices. She stepped off to catch her breath, and quickly got back on. I was a little surprised, as she usually took more time to recover after cumming that hard. Again I was surprised, as I found that the pussy I was now licking did not taste or feel t
he same on my tongue. Again, strapped down as I was, I was helpless to explore this new experience and was forced to lick and taste as she wished. A soft hand, slick with lube, resumed the teasing of my cock as I groaned in frustration. A – time – later, I was rewarded with another taste of tangy cum. The hand on my cock sped up, bringing me dangerously close to the edge, and then squeezed me tightly, cutting off any impending orgasm. Was that laughing I heard, as the hand slipped away?
Many more rounds of oral worship to my two tormentors later, and they were back again. Again I eagerly stuck out my tongue and began to lick where I was guided to. A few seconds later, I felt a warm, wetness around my cock. I was being fucked! My tongue went into overdrive on the clit above me, and a short time later my head was squeezed and I heard muffled cries of orgasm. Both women removed themselves from me, and left without a sound.
Much later, after several more similar experiences, and I was practically sobbing in my need to cum. Again the women settled themselves, one on my mouth and one on my cock. I forced myself to lick slowly this time, using the lightest touch I could manage. We settled into a rhythm, where I tried to move my tongue at the same slow speed as the pussy sliding slowly up and down my cock. I could feel the heat of their bodies through the plastic wrap as they got closer and closer to their climax, but I forced myself to not speed up, hoping/praying there would be a reward for my good behavior. And then, as before, the knees tightened around my head as my tongue lapped up the juices of another climax. A short time later, whoever was riding my cock slowed to a stop and squeezed it tightly as she came with a shudder.
And then began slowly moving up and down again. I couldn't hold it any longer, and a few strokes later I came violently into her pussy. She sat still and let me recover, and then slid up to my mouth. I knew what to do, and licked her clean.
I felt the wadded material of the wet thongs back at my mouth, as my gag was replaced and rewrapped with plastic wrap. The board was tipped back over, and I began to lightly swing again.
I guess we weren't finished yet...
The End.
College Orientation
Chapter 1
I was never so excited in my life. I was finally out of high school, ready to start college in another week or so, it really felt like the true beginning of my life.
My grades had always been good, I've really liked school and I did play some sports but wasn't a star at anything. My grades in science and math were good, I was interested in them and was planning on majoring in engineering, either mechanical or chemical. I did like chemistry in high school but I also have faithfully watched 'How It's Made' on television with all the interesting machines that are designed to produce things like pencils, pretzels and piston rods.
Another thing about me is that I'm very responsible, I don't take crazy chances like some kids my age, my driving record is clean and my parents trust me. That's why I have an apartment near the college even though I'm a freshman. My parents even let me find the place I wanted to live and for me to do all the arranging for the renting and everything. Well, except for the rent payments, of course.
My place is the left half of a duplex near the campus that is owned by the woman who lives in the right half. Her name is Sylvia and she has a daughter, Anna; Anna's my age and will start her senior year of high school in a few weeks.
So, I have two bedrooms, though the rent is quite reasonable, and a living room and kitchen, along with a nice back yard, completely enclosed by a privacy fence. Altogether, pretty nice digs for someone's first place. It was also perfectly clean when I rented it, a rarity in my search for an apartment.
I had moved my stuff in, what there was of it. Thankfully the kitchen was fully-equipped, even down to knives and forks, bowls, plates, pots and pans, just about everything. I do cook, that was something my mother made sure I learned and I wasn't planning on starving myself to death as a young student.
So, I was really set, even to having my own car, a ten-year old Honda Accord with about 120 thousand miles on it but, hey, it ran fine and got me good mileage, something this student really needed.
I was only in for two days when my phone rang and it was Sylvia, my landlady asking me to dinner that evening for a cookout and I figured that any night I didn't have to cook was a blessing so I gladly accepted. And, what I haven't told you so far is that Sylvia and her daughter were quite pretty. Well, Anna was quite pretty, her mother, Sylvia was very hot-looking, a real babe, a MILF, if you will. More reasons to accept their kind invitation.
I might be of little trouble to my parents, even get great grades in school, but I'm also eighteen and a healthy male. I like girls. And women. A lot.
So, I took over a canape platter I bought at a local deli, I would have much rather brought a bottle of wine but, of course, I was still underage. Oh, well, hors d'oeuvres would have to do.
She had said it was super casual so I wore a concert teeshirt, shorts and sandals, that seemed to fit her specifications for dress.
It was when she answered the door that I really saw what she meant by super casual, she had on a small halter top and bikini bottoms, very small bikini bottoms. There was a lot of bare skin and my heart pumped a little more blood southward.
"Come in, Andy, oooh, what's this?" she cooed as I handed her the tray full of goodies. I explained and then followed her rather gorgeous butt back to the patio door where we went out back.
"Here's Andy, and he brought some goodies in addition to himself," she announced to her daughter and another woman, both on chaise lounges in the sun. I looked and they were also barely dressed. Well, this was promising, I thought.
"Oh, Erica, this is our new neighbor, Andy Reynolds; Andy, meet Erica Weller, she's my bestest friend ever," Sylvia said.
Erica got up and shook my hand as I gazed at this woman. She was probably in her upper twenties, long blond hair, gray blue eyes, and a figure right out of Playboy. She was every guy's jack-off dream; now mine as well.
Everyone was busy getting drinks and passing things around, while Sylvia brought out hamburgers and rolls to do on the grill. She asked me to help her so I got the grill started and we were letting it heat as I looked over my new landlady.
She was somewhere in her mid-to-upper thirties, also blond like her friend, similarly stacked whereas her daughter, Anna, was shorter by about two inches and just smaller all around. Don't get me wrong, she was very pretty and could easily be a cheerleader at her school for all I knew. But, she wasn't voluptuous like Sylvia and her friend, Erica.
So, we had a nice cookout along with some wine and beer which Anna and I also had, after all, we weren't driving, all I had to do was get next door. And, I wasn't a big drinker anyway.
Then, as we sat around talking, now relaxed after some nice food and some nice beer and wine, Sylvia leaned toward me and said, "Um, there's one thing I guess you should know about us, Andy, about the three of us."
"Yeah?" I replied wondering if maybe they were all axe murderers or members of some satanic cult that sacrificed voles.
"We, um, all three of us, like to, well, go around without clothes on most of the time, we're nudists at heart and usually sunbathe out here like that as well. I just wanted you to know."
"Really? I don't think I've ever known any nudists before," I answered rather lamely.
"Well, in case you saw us I wanted you to know. It's what we're all used to, you know, it's what we think of as normal dress...to be undressed."
"Would you normally like have your cookout, um, that way? Nude?" I asked not knowing what her answer might be.
"Oh, yes, that would be the norm on this side of our duplex, Andy. But we realized that it might make you uncomfortable so I wanted to explain."
I'm usually not a very forward person, but I'd had a couple of glasses of wine by now, so I told her, "I'm sorry you all had to dress-up just for me."
"Hear that girls? Does that mean, Andy, that you'd like to go by house rules and shed your shorts?"
Ch
apter 2
Well, there it was...I opened my mouth now what do I say? Or what do I do? I'd been naked in front of one girl, Melanie Watts, in the eighth grade. We explored a lot about each other until she moved away a year and a half ago.
"Um, geez, well, I guess. Oh, yeah, why not," I sputtered.
"Guests first," Anna said smiling at me.
"Geez, you know I'm, well, kinda, um, erect."
"We've all seen them before, Andy, we know guys get hard, we've all been to nude beaches and nude resorts, so it's nothing new to any of us. Come on, just do it," Sylvia urged.
Now I have to strip in front of all three of them. So, I pulled off the tee, that was easy, kicked away the sandals, that was easy, pulled the shorts down, not so easy, then the briefs...oh, my, I clenched my teeth and pulled them down and stepped out of them.
I knew I was hard as a rock, I mean, who wouldn't be?
"Hmm, nice having you as a neighbor, Andy," Sylvia said playfully as her halter came off. I don't know all that bra-size stuff but they had to be C's or D's, they were large. And, they were nice, large, round, upright with large pink nipples.
I looked over and Anna and Erica were also topless. Anna, as I'd said, had smaller breasts but they were perfect. They even kind of pointed up, her nipples were also light pink and they really pointed upwards, the part around them was puffed-out, like swollen.
Erica, oh, man, Erica was Playboy-material. She was tanned all over from head to toe, though now I noticed that they all were, stupid me, they sun naked, that's why. Anyway Erica, now naked, was standing there, her legs were long and nice, hips, lush, pussy two perfect halves and breasts that are stellar. She also had pink nipples that were poked-out.
Now they were all nude and I saw that they all shave their pubic area. My dick was like steel.
"Now, that's better. How do you like this, Andy?" Erica asked me.
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