Over the next two months Alex's life of hedonism and feminity continued whilst Arabella and Valerie planned the next step in dismantling Alex and leaving only Alexa. Others in the group were having free access to The Groves now, more commonly this was Mistress Natalia & Candy. When they visited the ladies would insist the two sissies cuddled and kissed and posed for the ever present webcams. Ahead of Candy's visits Alex would not get any orgasms but would receive much higher doses of the experimental sexual stimulants Valerie supplied. As a result he was always horny and frustrated when Candy teetered into the room. The pent-up lust making the novice sissy utterly helpless against Candy's seductions.
Renate and her submissive pet Melanie also spent a lot of time there with Melanie showing her insatiable appetite for any sexual activity people could dream up for her. Alex marvelled at how utterly debauched Melanie was...she had seemingly no limits and virtually no taboos. Even avant garde sex-pot Georgina was scandalised by by the things her and Melanie got up to.
Alex's life as a cherished feminized sex-slave was totally normalised. He now endured daily beauty rituals without complaint and was hugged and swooned over by Arabella, Georgina, Jane and the frequent visitors. The fashion shows where he modelled ever more daring female attire were becoming just another part of his day although the weekly shopping trips to the cocktail bars, high end shopping malls and to Renate's tailor shop still provoked consternation.
Much to Arabella's delight Alex seemed to now taking pride in his appearance. He would adjust his skirts and stockings and tut if his makeup was less than perfect. The constant barrage of drugs, night-time subliminal messaging and positive affirmation was doing it's job.
Alex was constantly surrounded by dominant voracious women who literally could not keep their hands off him. The very second a bulge appeared in his dress one of the ladies would drag him to a bedroom and fuck his brains out.
Even when no women were in attendance he chatted to his online "mommies" and a growing group of utterly perfect femboys who now had daily input into his outfits and activities. In fact three of these rich, dominant older ladies had flew to visit him and had spent a blissful week making love to their favourite online pet.
Finally each evening Alex, Arabella and Georgina would sit down and have a film night. This invariably involved the hottest shemale and forced-bi porn available. They would engage in endless pillow talk about which scenes got them most aroused before making love and slipping into a blissed out slumber.
Everything was set. Alex had not been allowed an orgasm in several days whilst his regime of stimulants, supplied by a top secret laboratory in Geneva, had been quadrupled...As a result he was a seething ball of lust.
In the evening Renate and Melanie and the group were emjoying a gentle evening of cuddling and making out when the doorbell rang. Alex was dispatched to answer it...answering the door in his fully feminized state still provoked a frisson of fear and so Arabella ensured he did it as often as possible. As well as Arabella's guests postmen and delivery nen obviously took an imnediate interest in the pretty girl who answered the door to them (much to Alex's mortification). This time it was Doctor Valerie waiting to be admitted. Valerie still intimidated Alex due to her utterly outrageous boundless capacity to push Alex further into feminization than he'd ever dreamed possible.
He curtseyed as he was trained to do and took Valerie's exquisite leather trenchcoat. By the time he made it to the lounge Valerie was already holding a glass of wine and had Melanie kneeling at her feet. Arabella snapped her fingers and Alex took up a similar position next to his beloved benefactor.
"Now" said Arabella "...we have some exciting plans to share..." an air of anticipation settled over the room "...Georgina has decided she will be going to St Tropez for three weeks to visit her school friends" Georgina grinned like a Cheshire Cat and the other ladies cooed and ooohed. Arabella continued "...and at the same time Renate, Natalia, Jane and myself will be taking a cruise in the Caribbean!" Valerie and Georgina applauded enthusiastically before Arabella got to her conclusion "...which leaves or little babies"
The three submissives in the room, Alex, Candy and Melanie, waited with baited breath. This time is was Valerie who spoke "So while the grown-ups are away you kids are going to get summer jobs at my clinic and spa"
Alex's heart skipped a beat...whenever he went to Dr Valerie's clinic it invariably meant complete and utter humiliation. He had been taken there so often and the result was always further feminization. Invariably the torments and treatments visited up him where as public as possible so the prospect of being there for a full three weeks instantly gave him butterflies in his stomach.
Valerie was loving every second of her big moment and smiled benignly "We have an intake of 8 alpha males being brought in from various parts of the globe...they will undertake a programme of rigorous sexual training and stamina exercising. By the evening they will have been frustrated and sexually tormented all day...I imagine they will need someone to help them relax after they are all locked away for the night...serve them drink and give them massages...that sort of thing..." she let her gaze drift round the room "...Melanie, you will stay in be living in their dorm to keep it tidy and ensure these prime stallions are well taken care of."
All eyes turned to Melanie who seemed to have slipped off into her sub-space, her pupils dilated at the images flooding into her mind "I......will I.....just me?"
Valerie giggled "Yes, you little nympho....just you....locked in a room with 8 hung, frustrated butch alpha males....If I get any complaints at all from them I will authorise them to spank and punish you....understand"
Melanie was caught between utter lust and panic at the thought...her mouth went to form words but her breathing went ragged. Finally she nodded "Yes Mistress Valerie".
Valerie turned to Alex and Candy "No you two little girls...The owners of these stallions are a bunch of demanding ladies who will be staying at the clinic while their males are turned into the perfect lovers. They have requested to be waited on by some of my most gorgeous maids. You and two others will be staying in my sissy boudoir for the duration of their stay and will be required to be at their beckon call 24 hours a day. Whenever they are out shopping or do not require your services you will be free to enjoy yourselves as much as you like."
Alex looked at Arabella and she merely nodded, Candy smiled sweetly and blew him a kiss...in his horny state his cock began to twitch in the frilly panties he was wearing. Valerie mussed Alex's hair and said "Tomorrow the real fun begins my darling"
Georgina arrived with a tray of champagne and their celebration party got started...the corked popped and Alex and Melanie were beginning to relax. The alcohol was beginning to make their minds swirl but the most devilish part of the evening was yet to come. Unseen by the two unsuspecting sex-slaves two special glasses of champagne were given to them for the final toast. The party clinked glasses and they drinks were downed.
Within 15 minutes both Alex and Melanie were sounds asleep. 30 minutes later they were in tied up and in a van speeding towards Valerie's clinic...The real fun was, indeed about the start.
Tuesday, 31 July 2018
Thursday, 26 July 2018
Lost in Fashion - Part 16
Literally the first sensation Jenny became aware of was someone climbing up the bed and straddling her, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Amanda naked towering above her. Amanda's groin was inches from her face, Jenny looked up her body past her luscious breasts and up to Amanda's gorgeous face, their eyes met but Amanda said nothing...Jenny was was just about to say something when Amanda lowered her pussy onto Jenny. It seemed Rule 17 was not just in there for effect.
Jenny was becoming adept at licking Amanda to orgasm despite only having a few days experience and set off on her task with relish. Twenty minutes later a quivering breathless Amanda rolled over and flopped onto the bed next to Jenny. She lay there panting barely capable of speaking and merely smiled as Jenny propped herself up on one elbow and ran a finger over here slick, cum-drenched body and licked it lasciviously. Jenny was surprised how much pride she was taking in her new found ability. Every time she pleasured Amanda the reaction seemed to be more intense...it was so amazingly gratifying to be able to inspire such carnal lust in a creature as perfect & beautiful as Amanda.
It all seemed so simple now, the hardest step had been the first one. It felt so perfect and right being Amanda's lover...the other part, the dominant/submissive was more challenging but Jenny couldn't lie to herself...it thrilled her to surrender control to Amanda, even this morning to be simply expected to provide pleasure without even being consulted made her tingle.
Amanda became more lucid and smiled herself. She reached over and stroked Jenny's cum covered chin then tasted herself "I think you have super-powers kitten" she sighed "...we need to clean up though".
The two indulged a long luxurious shower with both of them taking a turn perched on the seat whilst the other provided a sumptuous morning orgasm and then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast smiling at each other the way new lovers do. Amanda had "generously" allowed Jenny to wear one of her bathrobes and things seemed, for the time-being, almost normal. It was Amanda who broke the silence "I am sorry to be serious for a second but this...us...is fantastic" Jenny smiled bashfully in return "...I am loving every second....."
Amanda trailed off until Jenny felt she needed to say something "Yes, go on"
Amanda made a show of looking nervous, in fact she had been practicing this in her head for most of the morning "Well, I am in NO way ashamed of us being together.....I am just not sure about being 100% open about it.....yet, it's just so new"
Jenny smiled, she had been agonising about what this would mean to her life since her and Amanda had first gotten together. Everything had happened so quickly and things had escalated so rapidly it was such a relief that Amanda was wanting to be cautious too. She reached across the table and squeezed Amanda's hand "I totally understand...we need to get used to this...it's big"
Amanda nodded "I am so glad you understand...I am not ready to tell my family just yet....just a few important people...Georgina already knows, that's unavoidable. We should tell professor LeVieux definitely"
Jenny nodded "That makes sense if we are going to be on her honour roll programme"
Amanda held up her phone "So do you want to tell her or should I?"
Jenny blushed, she had always been in awe of Veronica LeVieux and the thought of coming out to her sent chills through her body. Jenny wasn't sure if they were pulses of fear or arousal...she was certainly learning a lot about herself over the past week "Maybe you do it" she said "...You know her better"
Amanda smiled "Chicken....Well I suppose it's a Mistresses duty"
She typed away on the keyboard for a minute or two before showing Jenny the screen "I didn't want to be too graphic but I wanted her to know about us"
Jenny's eyes scanned the message and widened slightly
"Morning, I just want you to know that Jennifer and I are an item now...We got together over the weekend. We have agreed to live with me as her dominant Mistress and her as my submissive sex-slave. Sometimes life takes interesting turns"
She handed the phone back to Amanda "Well that certainly gives her the details"
Amanda grinned, the message to Veronica had been completely superfluous, she had been kept up to date with Amanda's capturing of Jenny at every stage. Amanda just wanted to keep her new slave aroused and humiliated at every opportunity. She was going to spend the next few days pushing her new pet deeper under her control with the help of Veronica and Georgina starting today.
A few minutes later Amanda's phone beeped and she read out their tutor's reply "Congratulations. You both obviously have impeccable taste. Your announcement is timely as I will be making arrangements for a field-trip to Paris later today. I will book a double room".
This was perfect...Paris would offer an opportunity for Amanda to take ownership of Jenny publicly whilst the destitute young lady would be totally and utterly reliant on her. She was tingling as she thought about the possibilities once they got to the hedonistic haunts of Paris. Jenny couldn't imagine what was in store for her. She showed the message to Jenny and the two smiled expectantly...but for very different reasons.
Their first lecture was not for a couple of hours so Amanda instructed Jenny to don her maids outfit and do the housework, in the mean time Amanda adjourned to the study and closed the door behind her. As Jenny worked she could Amanda's voice but could not make anything specific out. She was tempted to listen at the door but thought that might illicit a punishment from her new Mistress. The thought actually made Jenny's pussy tingle but she refrained. It was amazing to her how this new lifestyle with it's torments and humiliations aroused her so.
Presently Amanda emerged from the study and suggested they should be leaving for college, they adjourned to what Amanda called "Your old room" which made Jenny tingle even more to select an slutty, exhibitionist outfit for the day. Today it was knee socks (a favourite of Amanda's it seemed), a pair of scandalously short denim hot-pants and a tight fitting retro style t-shirt that failed to cover Jenny's belly. After the obligatory photo shoot Amanda grabbed her bag and lead her pet down to her car.
Unusually Amanda opened the door for Jenny and ushered her into the passenger seat. She then proceeded to bind Jenny's hands but tying one wrist to the end of a silk scarf then threading it behind the seat and tying the other wrist in the same way. Jenny's legs were also tied together. With her submissive completely immobilised Amanda reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on Jenny, it immediately apparent that the lenses were blacked out thus denying the poor girl another of her senses. Amanda kissed Jenny passionately and whispered in her ear "This has got me so turned on", after the kissing abated Amanda said "Open wide" and as Jenny obeyed she felt a fabric gag pressed into her mouth. A moment of panic ensued due to the unexpected instrusion but Amanda tenderly stroked her face and said "It's okay kitten, it's okay, just relax...I just want to try out sensory deprivation, you'll be okay I promise. I will keep you safe".
Jenny was now blind, immobilised and mute it was very un-nerving but she determined to trust Amanda with this. It was a this point Jenny realised her pussy was soaked and her arousal levels were going through the roof. She nodded to Amanda who whispered in Jenny's ear "They are my panties, they are bright pink so you'd best keep your mouth shut otherwise you will have some explaining to do". Jenny groaned and mumbled something indeterminate. Gradually a salty taste seeped onto Jenny's tongue telling her the panties were used. The pungent taste made her thighs clench as a wave of humiliation and pleasure shot through her groin...why was all this turning her on so much she thought.
Next Amanda said "And now for the main event...I wanted to help you learn our new rules off by heart so I have recorded them...There will be a quiz later" and placed earphones in the helpless girl's ears. Almost immediately she heard Amanda's voice say "House rule 13, kitten will never masturbate unless instructed to do so" then "House rule 6, Mistress will pay for all expenditure undertaken by either Mistress or kitten" the next one was a different tone "You are Amanda's sex slave now" then a return to a house rule, this time the first one "Mistress is responsible for kitten's safety & wellbeing". For each track the vocals were echoed and overlaid with random words and feminine moans giving the whole experience an ethereal quality.
Jenny felt the car start and it begin to move. She was in a cocoon of sensory deprivation with her only two stimulations being the taste of her lover from the panties and the constant barrage of the mp3 tracks.
The house rules were interspersed with endless post-hypnotic suggestions "You want to obey", "Your Mistress adores you", "You must worship Amanda", "You belong to Amanda". Very soon Jenny lost track of time and allowed the tracks to wash over her as she tried to memorise the house rules. The extra instructions were becoming more and more lewd and commands like "You Amanda's submissive slut", "Pussy makes your mouth water" and "You exist to pleasure dominant women" drove her pleasure levels higher and higher.
Amanda looked over and could see Jenny's thighs clench and her cheeks flush "Yes, kitten" she thought "...drink it all in....Welcome to your new life".
Jenny was becoming adept at licking Amanda to orgasm despite only having a few days experience and set off on her task with relish. Twenty minutes later a quivering breathless Amanda rolled over and flopped onto the bed next to Jenny. She lay there panting barely capable of speaking and merely smiled as Jenny propped herself up on one elbow and ran a finger over here slick, cum-drenched body and licked it lasciviously. Jenny was surprised how much pride she was taking in her new found ability. Every time she pleasured Amanda the reaction seemed to be more intense...it was so amazingly gratifying to be able to inspire such carnal lust in a creature as perfect & beautiful as Amanda.
It all seemed so simple now, the hardest step had been the first one. It felt so perfect and right being Amanda's lover...the other part, the dominant/submissive was more challenging but Jenny couldn't lie to herself...it thrilled her to surrender control to Amanda, even this morning to be simply expected to provide pleasure without even being consulted made her tingle.
Amanda became more lucid and smiled herself. She reached over and stroked Jenny's cum covered chin then tasted herself "I think you have super-powers kitten" she sighed "...we need to clean up though".
The two indulged a long luxurious shower with both of them taking a turn perched on the seat whilst the other provided a sumptuous morning orgasm and then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast smiling at each other the way new lovers do. Amanda had "generously" allowed Jenny to wear one of her bathrobes and things seemed, for the time-being, almost normal. It was Amanda who broke the silence "I am sorry to be serious for a second but this...us...is fantastic" Jenny smiled bashfully in return "...I am loving every second....."
Amanda trailed off until Jenny felt she needed to say something "Yes, go on"
Amanda made a show of looking nervous, in fact she had been practicing this in her head for most of the morning "Well, I am in NO way ashamed of us being together.....I am just not sure about being 100% open about it.....yet, it's just so new"
Jenny smiled, she had been agonising about what this would mean to her life since her and Amanda had first gotten together. Everything had happened so quickly and things had escalated so rapidly it was such a relief that Amanda was wanting to be cautious too. She reached across the table and squeezed Amanda's hand "I totally understand...we need to get used to this...it's big"
Amanda nodded "I am so glad you understand...I am not ready to tell my family just yet....just a few important people...Georgina already knows, that's unavoidable. We should tell professor LeVieux definitely"
Jenny nodded "That makes sense if we are going to be on her honour roll programme"
Amanda held up her phone "So do you want to tell her or should I?"
Jenny blushed, she had always been in awe of Veronica LeVieux and the thought of coming out to her sent chills through her body. Jenny wasn't sure if they were pulses of fear or arousal...she was certainly learning a lot about herself over the past week "Maybe you do it" she said "...You know her better"
Amanda smiled "Chicken....Well I suppose it's a Mistresses duty"
She typed away on the keyboard for a minute or two before showing Jenny the screen "I didn't want to be too graphic but I wanted her to know about us"
Jenny's eyes scanned the message and widened slightly
"Morning, I just want you to know that Jennifer and I are an item now...We got together over the weekend. We have agreed to live with me as her dominant Mistress and her as my submissive sex-slave. Sometimes life takes interesting turns"
She handed the phone back to Amanda "Well that certainly gives her the details"
Amanda grinned, the message to Veronica had been completely superfluous, she had been kept up to date with Amanda's capturing of Jenny at every stage. Amanda just wanted to keep her new slave aroused and humiliated at every opportunity. She was going to spend the next few days pushing her new pet deeper under her control with the help of Veronica and Georgina starting today.
A few minutes later Amanda's phone beeped and she read out their tutor's reply "Congratulations. You both obviously have impeccable taste. Your announcement is timely as I will be making arrangements for a field-trip to Paris later today. I will book a double room".
This was perfect...Paris would offer an opportunity for Amanda to take ownership of Jenny publicly whilst the destitute young lady would be totally and utterly reliant on her. She was tingling as she thought about the possibilities once they got to the hedonistic haunts of Paris. Jenny couldn't imagine what was in store for her. She showed the message to Jenny and the two smiled expectantly...but for very different reasons.
Their first lecture was not for a couple of hours so Amanda instructed Jenny to don her maids outfit and do the housework, in the mean time Amanda adjourned to the study and closed the door behind her. As Jenny worked she could Amanda's voice but could not make anything specific out. She was tempted to listen at the door but thought that might illicit a punishment from her new Mistress. The thought actually made Jenny's pussy tingle but she refrained. It was amazing to her how this new lifestyle with it's torments and humiliations aroused her so.
Presently Amanda emerged from the study and suggested they should be leaving for college, they adjourned to what Amanda called "Your old room" which made Jenny tingle even more to select an slutty, exhibitionist outfit for the day. Today it was knee socks (a favourite of Amanda's it seemed), a pair of scandalously short denim hot-pants and a tight fitting retro style t-shirt that failed to cover Jenny's belly. After the obligatory photo shoot Amanda grabbed her bag and lead her pet down to her car.
Unusually Amanda opened the door for Jenny and ushered her into the passenger seat. She then proceeded to bind Jenny's hands but tying one wrist to the end of a silk scarf then threading it behind the seat and tying the other wrist in the same way. Jenny's legs were also tied together. With her submissive completely immobilised Amanda reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on Jenny, it immediately apparent that the lenses were blacked out thus denying the poor girl another of her senses. Amanda kissed Jenny passionately and whispered in her ear "This has got me so turned on", after the kissing abated Amanda said "Open wide" and as Jenny obeyed she felt a fabric gag pressed into her mouth. A moment of panic ensued due to the unexpected instrusion but Amanda tenderly stroked her face and said "It's okay kitten, it's okay, just relax...I just want to try out sensory deprivation, you'll be okay I promise. I will keep you safe".
Jenny was now blind, immobilised and mute it was very un-nerving but she determined to trust Amanda with this. It was a this point Jenny realised her pussy was soaked and her arousal levels were going through the roof. She nodded to Amanda who whispered in Jenny's ear "They are my panties, they are bright pink so you'd best keep your mouth shut otherwise you will have some explaining to do". Jenny groaned and mumbled something indeterminate. Gradually a salty taste seeped onto Jenny's tongue telling her the panties were used. The pungent taste made her thighs clench as a wave of humiliation and pleasure shot through her groin...why was all this turning her on so much she thought.
Next Amanda said "And now for the main event...I wanted to help you learn our new rules off by heart so I have recorded them...There will be a quiz later" and placed earphones in the helpless girl's ears. Almost immediately she heard Amanda's voice say "House rule 13, kitten will never masturbate unless instructed to do so" then "House rule 6, Mistress will pay for all expenditure undertaken by either Mistress or kitten" the next one was a different tone "You are Amanda's sex slave now" then a return to a house rule, this time the first one "Mistress is responsible for kitten's safety & wellbeing". For each track the vocals were echoed and overlaid with random words and feminine moans giving the whole experience an ethereal quality.
Jenny felt the car start and it begin to move. She was in a cocoon of sensory deprivation with her only two stimulations being the taste of her lover from the panties and the constant barrage of the mp3 tracks.
The house rules were interspersed with endless post-hypnotic suggestions "You want to obey", "Your Mistress adores you", "You must worship Amanda", "You belong to Amanda". Very soon Jenny lost track of time and allowed the tracks to wash over her as she tried to memorise the house rules. The extra instructions were becoming more and more lewd and commands like "You Amanda's submissive slut", "Pussy makes your mouth water" and "You exist to pleasure dominant women" drove her pleasure levels higher and higher.
Amanda looked over and could see Jenny's thighs clench and her cheeks flush "Yes, kitten" she thought "...drink it all in....Welcome to your new life".
Wednesday, 18 July 2018
Blood Dancer - Part 7.3
Over the next couple of hours the Wilma and Kate chatted amiably about life in Lincoln Lake and various spiritual matters. Presently Kate gave a much simplified version of her back-story, embellishing her fake identity as a European history writer and leaving out the millennia of carnage, bloodlust and slaughter. Wilma smiled and was grateful to meet such an interesting newcomer but her mind was thinking forward to 7pm when she had instructed Brigitte to arrive at her house. Thankfully however Kate looked to be leaving too, she set down her coffee cup and began to work her subtle magically charm on Wilma once again "Now, as you are going to be my pastor while I am in Lincoln Lake I have a little request".
Wilma smiled and gushed "Anything Kate, just ask"
Too easy, Kate thought and smiled, she probably didn't even need the magic but it was too important to risk "It is actually a gift" she brought out her magical cross and held it out "It is a family tradition to give your spiritual guide a cross as a thank you...I would be honoured if you would wear this for me"
Wilma was touched by this, it was a beautiful cross and the gesture seemed utterly genuine to her. She felt compelled to accept and wear the cross at all times. "That's wonderful, I will treasure it" she simpered and instantly put it around her neck. After a few more minutes Kate left. The scene was set.
At two minutes to 7pm Brigitte pushed the doorbell to Wilma's house. She had walked here in order to be discreet and nervously fingered the crystal in her pocket. She had obeyed Wilma's instruction to forego underwear and so her nipples had been rubbed the entire way over and were now thoroughly engorged. As usual before using her witchcraft adrenaline surged through her. Although this encounter would be nothing to the epic battles she had participated in it never changed. This should be simple though, work the charm, render Wilma helpless, delete the sex videos, fuck her brains out and then enlist her help to find the source of the mischievous magic in town. She had not arrived unarmed, she wore several pieces of jewellery all of which were charged with various defensive and offensive spells she could call on in various scenarios. She felt prepared for wherever her hunt lead her.
Wilma opened the door and looked round to see if the anyone else was observing them then smiled "Right on time...I like obedience in my pets. Do come in my little popette". Brigitte supressed a sneer. She was going to enjoy turning the tables on this dirty bitch. Wilma stood aside and smiled gesturing for Brigitte to enter. She was about to advance through the door when Wilma said "I've got an idea, I want my little baby to crawl...if you want to be my slut come in on your hands and knees"
"FUCK YOU!!!!" Brigitte thought but kept her composure and merely responded "You are so wicked". She sunk to her knees and crawled through the threshold. She was going to exact revenge on this women so badly. Once inside she heard the door close behind her and Wilma walked round infront of her. Brigitte felt the charade had gone on long enough, she reached into the pocket of her dress, clutched the crystal and hurled it's power towards Wilma. It emptied in a second and Brigitte began to smile as she reached out her hand towards her tormentor. The smile only lasted for an instant as the invisible jet of magical energy was repelled by the crosses magical protection and instantly smashed back into Brigitte.
It was like someone had hurled a bucket of water over Brigitte, she gasped as the spell soaked into every molecule of her body. "NO" she thought "This couldn't be happening". She had an instant of pure horror as any ability to use magic was destroyed by her own spell, more than that the various other effects instantly took hold of her and she felt her free will dwindle and her arousal levels shoot through the roof.
Aside from the little gasp Wilma hadn't noticed a thing since her new lover had crawled into her lair. She smiled down at the cute little redhead "Good girl"
Brigitte was on the verge of panic now, she knew Wilma would be irresistable to her in her newly pliant suggestible state, she had to think fast because she would obey any requests, she had to escape or she was truly, truly fucked. "Wilma..." she began and started to get up off the floor.
"Shhhh" said Wilma and instantly Brigitte stopped talking...It was already fully implanted. She made to stand and run out of the house but before she could Wilma continued "Stay there baby, mommy has a present for you". Brigitte instantly sunk back to her knees.
Wilma held out a thick black leather collar towards Brigitte "It would please your mommy if you put this on"
"That seems okay" thought Brigitte, after all pleasing Wilma was important...wasn't it. She reached out and took the collar. The tiniest part of her psyche was screaming "NOOOOOOO!" but that didn't seem to matter...it would be good to please Wilma. She took the collar and placed it round her neck buckling it behind her neck. Wilma presumed this was Brigitte, once again, acting as the submissive slut she presumed her to be.
She reached over to the table and handed her a small padlock "And now put this on" phrased as an instruction or even a request Brigitte was instantly compelled to obey "...It is a symbol of your submission to me...you are becoming my sex slave, is that what you want? Tell me!". The instruction kicked in first. Brigitte, powerless to disobey, clicked the lock closed behind her. Then her magic addled mind processed the suggestion...she had clicked the lock closed therefore she must be Wilma's sex slave, that made sense...next the question? Well she wanted to please Wilma, and Wilma wanted her to be her sex slave, and she had the collar on so that all made perfect sense, didn't it? Was they why she came her today? It must have been "Yes, Wilma...I want to be your sex slave" she said. As she spoke her pussy tingled with arousal as the other part of the spell began to act upon her.
Wilma smiled and took out her phone, she pointed it at the pretty little collared school teacher and began filming "Good. You make me very happy. Now my little slut, take off that dress for your mommy"
Brigitte smiled vapidly and began to disrobe, in seconds she was naked in front of Wilma. Somewhere deep in her psyche Brigitte was desperately trying to re-assert control but her adversary had unwittingly used her vulnerability against her at every stage. It could be weeks before the spell wore off and her free-will and abilities returned. She had to think, had to escape. Wilma looked up from the camera "Tell everyone your name darling".
Brigitte smiled at the camera "I'm Brigitte Malone" she simpered
And tell them what you are. All these questions were so bewildering to Brigitte as the spell rendered her little more than a horny bimbo. She furrowed her brow and their to think. Well the most important thing was the obvious she though. "I'm Wilma's sex-slave" she giggled.
Wilma couldn't be happier "Good girl" she said and Brigitte almost had an orgasm at being praised.
Wilma attached a lead to the collar and said "Now come up stairs with me darling...if you think last time was wild then you are in for a real treat this time".
Utterly powerless and unable to resist Brigitte was lead by her collar to Wilma's newly equipped BDSM torture chamber.
Wilma smiled and gushed "Anything Kate, just ask"
Too easy, Kate thought and smiled, she probably didn't even need the magic but it was too important to risk "It is actually a gift" she brought out her magical cross and held it out "It is a family tradition to give your spiritual guide a cross as a thank you...I would be honoured if you would wear this for me"
Wilma was touched by this, it was a beautiful cross and the gesture seemed utterly genuine to her. She felt compelled to accept and wear the cross at all times. "That's wonderful, I will treasure it" she simpered and instantly put it around her neck. After a few more minutes Kate left. The scene was set.
At two minutes to 7pm Brigitte pushed the doorbell to Wilma's house. She had walked here in order to be discreet and nervously fingered the crystal in her pocket. She had obeyed Wilma's instruction to forego underwear and so her nipples had been rubbed the entire way over and were now thoroughly engorged. As usual before using her witchcraft adrenaline surged through her. Although this encounter would be nothing to the epic battles she had participated in it never changed. This should be simple though, work the charm, render Wilma helpless, delete the sex videos, fuck her brains out and then enlist her help to find the source of the mischievous magic in town. She had not arrived unarmed, she wore several pieces of jewellery all of which were charged with various defensive and offensive spells she could call on in various scenarios. She felt prepared for wherever her hunt lead her.
Wilma opened the door and looked round to see if the anyone else was observing them then smiled "Right on time...I like obedience in my pets. Do come in my little popette". Brigitte supressed a sneer. She was going to enjoy turning the tables on this dirty bitch. Wilma stood aside and smiled gesturing for Brigitte to enter. She was about to advance through the door when Wilma said "I've got an idea, I want my little baby to crawl...if you want to be my slut come in on your hands and knees"
"FUCK YOU!!!!" Brigitte thought but kept her composure and merely responded "You are so wicked". She sunk to her knees and crawled through the threshold. She was going to exact revenge on this women so badly. Once inside she heard the door close behind her and Wilma walked round infront of her. Brigitte felt the charade had gone on long enough, she reached into the pocket of her dress, clutched the crystal and hurled it's power towards Wilma. It emptied in a second and Brigitte began to smile as she reached out her hand towards her tormentor. The smile only lasted for an instant as the invisible jet of magical energy was repelled by the crosses magical protection and instantly smashed back into Brigitte.
It was like someone had hurled a bucket of water over Brigitte, she gasped as the spell soaked into every molecule of her body. "NO" she thought "This couldn't be happening". She had an instant of pure horror as any ability to use magic was destroyed by her own spell, more than that the various other effects instantly took hold of her and she felt her free will dwindle and her arousal levels shoot through the roof.
Aside from the little gasp Wilma hadn't noticed a thing since her new lover had crawled into her lair. She smiled down at the cute little redhead "Good girl"
Brigitte was on the verge of panic now, she knew Wilma would be irresistable to her in her newly pliant suggestible state, she had to think fast because she would obey any requests, she had to escape or she was truly, truly fucked. "Wilma..." she began and started to get up off the floor.
"Shhhh" said Wilma and instantly Brigitte stopped talking...It was already fully implanted. She made to stand and run out of the house but before she could Wilma continued "Stay there baby, mommy has a present for you". Brigitte instantly sunk back to her knees.
Wilma held out a thick black leather collar towards Brigitte "It would please your mommy if you put this on"
"That seems okay" thought Brigitte, after all pleasing Wilma was important...wasn't it. She reached out and took the collar. The tiniest part of her psyche was screaming "NOOOOOOO!" but that didn't seem to matter...it would be good to please Wilma. She took the collar and placed it round her neck buckling it behind her neck. Wilma presumed this was Brigitte, once again, acting as the submissive slut she presumed her to be.
She reached over to the table and handed her a small padlock "And now put this on" phrased as an instruction or even a request Brigitte was instantly compelled to obey "...It is a symbol of your submission to me...you are becoming my sex slave, is that what you want? Tell me!". The instruction kicked in first. Brigitte, powerless to disobey, clicked the lock closed behind her. Then her magic addled mind processed the suggestion...she had clicked the lock closed therefore she must be Wilma's sex slave, that made sense...next the question? Well she wanted to please Wilma, and Wilma wanted her to be her sex slave, and she had the collar on so that all made perfect sense, didn't it? Was they why she came her today? It must have been "Yes, Wilma...I want to be your sex slave" she said. As she spoke her pussy tingled with arousal as the other part of the spell began to act upon her.
Wilma smiled and took out her phone, she pointed it at the pretty little collared school teacher and began filming "Good. You make me very happy. Now my little slut, take off that dress for your mommy"
Brigitte smiled vapidly and began to disrobe, in seconds she was naked in front of Wilma. Somewhere deep in her psyche Brigitte was desperately trying to re-assert control but her adversary had unwittingly used her vulnerability against her at every stage. It could be weeks before the spell wore off and her free-will and abilities returned. She had to think, had to escape. Wilma looked up from the camera "Tell everyone your name darling".
Brigitte smiled at the camera "I'm Brigitte Malone" she simpered
And tell them what you are. All these questions were so bewildering to Brigitte as the spell rendered her little more than a horny bimbo. She furrowed her brow and their to think. Well the most important thing was the obvious she though. "I'm Wilma's sex-slave" she giggled.
Wilma couldn't be happier "Good girl" she said and Brigitte almost had an orgasm at being praised.
Wilma attached a lead to the collar and said "Now come up stairs with me darling...if you think last time was wild then you are in for a real treat this time".
Utterly powerless and unable to resist Brigitte was lead by her collar to Wilma's newly equipped BDSM torture chamber.
Friday, 13 July 2018
Blood Dancer - Part 7.2
In three houses in Lincoln Lake three women are plotting. One to rid the town on magical influence, one to rid the town of a nuisance witch and the other to enslave and new submissive lesbian lover.
First there was Brigitte. Her broken arm magically healed she set to work concocting a spell to control Reverend Wilma, rid her of the lustful enchantments cast upon her and compel her to help track down the source of the magic.
An intricate spell like this was a complex undertaking, it required an array of charms and ingredients and a hell of a lot of skill. Brigitte possessed no magical power of her own, rather her witchcraft allowed her to combine ancient, time-tested combinations of essences and channel nature's energies through her body in order to create the spells she needed. Her senses and skills had taken many years to fine-tune and she had been in training with her coven since childhood. She was just finishing when an image of the buxom pastor crept into her mind. Despite everything their night together had been a lot of fun, if a little rough...she wondering absent mindedly if Wilma herself would like to be on the receiving end of some BDSM.
She broke into a wicked smile...it wouldn't be too difficult to alter the spell to render Wilma utterly horny, submissive and eager to please...maybe even cloud her mind to make it more difficult to think and resist. Yes, "why the heel not" she thought. Payback time. Wilma, after all, had threatened to blackmail her. It would be nice to see how she liked it when the tables were turned.
She smiled and sat back in her favourite chair, immediately she regretted it as a surge of pain shot through her body. She had been unable to heal her bruising for fear of arousing suspicion. She was going to enjoy administering some sexual torment to that damned God-botherer. With the spell bound into a small crystal she wearily fell into her bed setting her alarm for 6pm and caught up on some much needed sleep.
Our second plotting femme fatale was, to all appearances the last person you would expect to be involved in our triangle of intrigue. The pastor of the local church was prim, proper and homely. A plump, cheerful woman who went about her duties with diligence and care. If anything the general opinion around town was that Wilma was far too dull and needed her life spicing up. The local ladies-who-lunch talked playfully behind her back of setting her up with some handsome silver-fox and watch her composure drop. If only they knew...Wilma had been an innocent young Christian when she left high-school to study theology at college. Almost immediately she had blundered into a world of kinky D/s debauchery. Her room-mate had introduced her to a group of highly sexed, highly kinky lesbians who met frequently in a group euphemistically titled "Divinity Studies". Here under the tutelage of one of the senior lecturers this secret society had unlocked desires and appetites Wilma didn't even realise she had.
Throughout college she indulged in a mealstrom of hedonistic pleasures and wild bdsm learning from her seniors and practicing on the only too willing submissives she had become an expert dominatrix whilst outwardly appearing to be the perfect pupil. That world stayed private though, it was the unspoken agreement. Self-discipline was vital. Now with a parish to administer and a flock to tend her secret life was locked away....only indulged when she left town for vacations and college re-unions. Her sudden horniness and Brigitte's bold seduction had changed all that. While she was eager to enjoy more encounters with the petite, ginger teacher she knew she had to stay controlled and discreet for both their sakes.
That said...things were going to get interesting. This was the exact thought on Wilma's mind as her package arrived. The wonders of the modern world. Overnight deliveries from discreet adult stores. She had picked up the package from the delivery lockers at the local library first thing in the morning and was now admiring the items. She toys and equipment already of course but she had decided that Brigitte deserved something a little extra. She was tracing her hand over the various adult toys when her doorbell rang. She rolled her eyes and cursed. Perfect timing as always but a pastor as dedicated at Wilma was always on duty. She hurriedly put the box and it's contents into the wardrobe and locked it. Better safe than sorry. Then headed downstairs.
The third protagonist, Ekaterina de los Villamorte, or Kate as she was more commonly known stood at the door. She wore a perfectly tailored summer dress, sunglasses and a wide-brimmed sunhat. An immortal high-vampyre queen like her was immune to the sun's destructive power but the protective power that had protected her over a thousand human lifetimes was ebbing. Still the discomfort it brought her nowadays was concealed behind a dazzling smile. Wilma answered the door and was immediately surprised to see this ravishing newcomer in town. Without even having to be asked Wilma said "Oh Kate, please come in" and instantly the ancient protection that sat over each mortal's home flashed and vanished. Kate suppressed a winces at the magical explosion occurring just a metre in front of her, it still amazed that the humans could not detect magic that powerful.
Now inside Kate smiled "I know we have met a few times but I thought it'd be nice to get to know each other a little bit better"
Wilma smiled at her beautiful, charismatic guest "Perfect". Her lust levels were still operating at peak heights due to the spell Kate herself had cast on her, she had to stay focused however "Can I get you some coffee?"
First there was Brigitte. Her broken arm magically healed she set to work concocting a spell to control Reverend Wilma, rid her of the lustful enchantments cast upon her and compel her to help track down the source of the magic.
An intricate spell like this was a complex undertaking, it required an array of charms and ingredients and a hell of a lot of skill. Brigitte possessed no magical power of her own, rather her witchcraft allowed her to combine ancient, time-tested combinations of essences and channel nature's energies through her body in order to create the spells she needed. Her senses and skills had taken many years to fine-tune and she had been in training with her coven since childhood. She was just finishing when an image of the buxom pastor crept into her mind. Despite everything their night together had been a lot of fun, if a little rough...she wondering absent mindedly if Wilma herself would like to be on the receiving end of some BDSM.
She broke into a wicked smile...it wouldn't be too difficult to alter the spell to render Wilma utterly horny, submissive and eager to please...maybe even cloud her mind to make it more difficult to think and resist. Yes, "why the heel not" she thought. Payback time. Wilma, after all, had threatened to blackmail her. It would be nice to see how she liked it when the tables were turned.
She smiled and sat back in her favourite chair, immediately she regretted it as a surge of pain shot through her body. She had been unable to heal her bruising for fear of arousing suspicion. She was going to enjoy administering some sexual torment to that damned God-botherer. With the spell bound into a small crystal she wearily fell into her bed setting her alarm for 6pm and caught up on some much needed sleep.
Our second plotting femme fatale was, to all appearances the last person you would expect to be involved in our triangle of intrigue. The pastor of the local church was prim, proper and homely. A plump, cheerful woman who went about her duties with diligence and care. If anything the general opinion around town was that Wilma was far too dull and needed her life spicing up. The local ladies-who-lunch talked playfully behind her back of setting her up with some handsome silver-fox and watch her composure drop. If only they knew...Wilma had been an innocent young Christian when she left high-school to study theology at college. Almost immediately she had blundered into a world of kinky D/s debauchery. Her room-mate had introduced her to a group of highly sexed, highly kinky lesbians who met frequently in a group euphemistically titled "Divinity Studies". Here under the tutelage of one of the senior lecturers this secret society had unlocked desires and appetites Wilma didn't even realise she had.
Throughout college she indulged in a mealstrom of hedonistic pleasures and wild bdsm learning from her seniors and practicing on the only too willing submissives she had become an expert dominatrix whilst outwardly appearing to be the perfect pupil. That world stayed private though, it was the unspoken agreement. Self-discipline was vital. Now with a parish to administer and a flock to tend her secret life was locked away....only indulged when she left town for vacations and college re-unions. Her sudden horniness and Brigitte's bold seduction had changed all that. While she was eager to enjoy more encounters with the petite, ginger teacher she knew she had to stay controlled and discreet for both their sakes.
That said...things were going to get interesting. This was the exact thought on Wilma's mind as her package arrived. The wonders of the modern world. Overnight deliveries from discreet adult stores. She had picked up the package from the delivery lockers at the local library first thing in the morning and was now admiring the items. She toys and equipment already of course but she had decided that Brigitte deserved something a little extra. She was tracing her hand over the various adult toys when her doorbell rang. She rolled her eyes and cursed. Perfect timing as always but a pastor as dedicated at Wilma was always on duty. She hurriedly put the box and it's contents into the wardrobe and locked it. Better safe than sorry. Then headed downstairs.
The third protagonist, Ekaterina de los Villamorte, or Kate as she was more commonly known stood at the door. She wore a perfectly tailored summer dress, sunglasses and a wide-brimmed sunhat. An immortal high-vampyre queen like her was immune to the sun's destructive power but the protective power that had protected her over a thousand human lifetimes was ebbing. Still the discomfort it brought her nowadays was concealed behind a dazzling smile. Wilma answered the door and was immediately surprised to see this ravishing newcomer in town. Without even having to be asked Wilma said "Oh Kate, please come in" and instantly the ancient protection that sat over each mortal's home flashed and vanished. Kate suppressed a winces at the magical explosion occurring just a metre in front of her, it still amazed that the humans could not detect magic that powerful.
Now inside Kate smiled "I know we have met a few times but I thought it'd be nice to get to know each other a little bit better"
Wilma smiled at her beautiful, charismatic guest "Perfect". Her lust levels were still operating at peak heights due to the spell Kate herself had cast on her, she had to stay focused however "Can I get you some coffee?"
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