Signed First Edition Ch. 03

I stepped in front of her and took a few pictures, full-length seated, closer to include her naked upper body, and finally just a face shot. The flash went off several times, but she didn't blink, and I suddenly found myself flabbergasted by the fact that her pupils hadn't reacted to the blinding light. I put the camera aside.

"You want to obey me, don't you, Pet?"

"Obey," she intoned.

I had hoped to get at least a LITTLE more reaction than this. "You will always obey me. Always. Won't you?"

"Always."

"And you will be rewarded. When you obey me, you will feel pleasure. Personal pleasure. You will feel great satisfaction, knowing that you are obedient to me. Your obedience will give you physical pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Every time you obey. Physical, emotional, sexual pleasure. Every time."

"Sexual," she said dully.

"And if your logical mind decides that my commands are not good, you may question me ... but only AFTER you obey. You will ALWAYS obey me. Always. And you will be rewarded for your obedience. Always. With pleasure."

"Sexual," she intoned.

"And emotional and physical satisfaction. Obedience means pleasure. And you will always obey me."

"Always."

I took her two wrists and held them in front of her. Her arms were limp. "Now, look down at your hands, Pet," I ordered. She did so. I dropped her right wrist, which remained stationary where I had left it, and I held the left one in my left hand. Slowly, I began tracing a line around her left wrist using the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. I'd read this in an online mind control erotic story and decided to use it on her. "I am wrapping an invisible string around your wrist, Elaine. You can't see it ... and you can't even feel it, but when I do this, it will be very, very real. The string is unbreakable ... and you cannot untie it. Only I can do that." I placed her right wrist against her left one and continued to wrap the "invisible string," tying her hands securely. "When I do this, your conscious mind will tell you that there is no string. But that won't matter. For you, the string is real. You like being tied up, don't you, Pet."

Finally, she gave a little response in the form of a slight shiver. She took a deep breath. "Oh, yes."

I stopped "wrapping" the string around her wrists. "And even when you are awake, this will be true. Doing this to your wrists will ALWAYS cause them to bound like this. Actually, physically bound. REALLY bound. They will be bound until I tell you they are not. Your logical mind can tell you differently, but THIS is what is real. Every time."

"Every time."

"Obedience. Pleasure. The invisible string. These things are true. These things are real. Do you believe me, Pet?"

"Oh, yes."

"Are these thing true? Are they real?"

"Oh, yes. Always. Every time."

"I will count to five, and you will awaken. You will feel happy. And you will feel love. You want to feel the same intensity of love toward me that you did when we first met ... that you felt when we were first married ... don't you, Pet?"

Now, she paused a few seconds. "Yes," she answered in a quiet voice.

"And you will," I commanded. "I will count of five, and you will feel happy and sexy and shy and helpless because of your bound hands. You will feel that same intensity of love for me, and that love will stay just as strong and just as fresh from now on. And now ... One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... and ... Five."

Oddly, the first thing she did was to close her eyes. Then, slowly, they blinked open, as if she was awakening from a long night's sleep in a sunlit bedroom. She blinked again, then smiled and stretched, yawning. A moment later, she finally noticed that she was sitting upright, naked, and she reached her hands up toward her chest, perhaps with the intent of covering herself ... but her hands froze in front of her, then advanced farther, so that her wrists were in front of her face. She studied them intently, confusion wrinkling her brow.

"What's wrong with my hands?" she asked, examining her wrists carefully. I didn't answer, and I sat observing her with interest. Presently, she lowered her hands to her lap and gave me her attention. "You did it, didn't you, Rod? You hypnotized me. I was in such a DEEP sleep! And now, my hands are tied up ... even though they're not really tied up, are they?" She raised her arms again, just a little, and she struggled for a few moments, trying to separate her wrists. Finally, she gave up and let them fall into her lap again. "You've done it, haven't you? You've done what's in the book. You've made me your slave, haven't you?"

Again I was silent for several seconds while I studied her. Her eyes were a mixture of emotions, yet she was apparently unconcerned. "Stand up, Pet. Obey me. Do it now," I told her at last. Without hesitation, she rose and stood facing me with her hands hanging together in front of her. She took a deep breath and her eyes became unfocused for a moment. She shuddered slightly. "Oooh," she moaned quietly.

"What's the matter, Pet? What just happened?"

"Nothing," she said, blushing.

"How do you feel?"

She hesitated. "I ... I feel good. Really good."

I stood and took a small step forward, so that there were only a few inches separating us. "Raise your hands over your head," I ordered.

Again, she acted immediately. With so little distance between us, her hands scraped against my chest, and against her own as she raised them, causing her breasts to bounce, then flattened a little as her body stretched, her crossed hands high above her. I let my eyes roam up and down her body, from her blushing face to her hard, erect nipples, to her sex, and back up. She had shuddered again as she obeyed me, and she had made a small noise, deep in her throat. I stepped forward again, pressing my body against hers. "Put your arms around my neck. Do it now," I ordered.

She stood on tiptoes and lowered her arms until they encircled my neck. She shivered.

"How do you feel, Pet?"

Her breathing was ragged. "I ... I feel SO good, Rod. I ... I don't know what you've done to me." She looked into my eyes. "Are you going to kiss me now?"

"You're being a very good sex slave. I guess I could reward you with a kiss." I let my hands roam up and down her bare sides and back. "But first, I want you to tell me exactly what you're feeling. Obey me. Tell me now."

"I ... I feel SO naked and helpless. My ... my hands are tied up, even though I know they're not ... not really. But I can't move them. And I just want to do what you tell me to do. It ... it feels SO good to do what you tell me to do. And I ... I feel so ... so sexy and ... and your chest is rubbing on my nipples ... and your hands are touching me ... and I can't do anything about it ... because I'm tied up and vulnerable and powerless ... and I want you to kiss me SO much ... and ... and .... Oh, God, Rod. I think I'll cum if you kiss me!"

"Cum for me, then," I told her, and I lowered my lips to hers.

Her body froze for a moment. Then it began to shiver. Then it began to quake. And then her knees buckled and she clung to me with her crossed wrists around my neck, trying to press every square inch of her bare skin into my body. Her lips parted and she moaned loudly into my mouth, her frenzied form pressing frantically up toward me. She started making funny little mewling sounds while her arching, straining muscles began undulating sinuously forward and back, up and down, rubbing her nipples and thighs against me, over and over. But her movements finally slowed, and at last, with a rippling sigh, she gave another panting moan and relaxed.

I broke the kiss and looked into her unfocused eyes. "That's a good, obedient pet," I told her.

She gulped a few times and tried to get her breathing under control. "How ... how did you DO that?" she asked in a whisper. "I ... I've never had an orgasm without you touching me ... down there. But ... but you just TOLD me to ... and I did."

I smiled, looking into her questioning eyes. "You obeyed me, Pet. I told you to cum, and you obeyed. I love it when you obey."

"But ... but ...."

I reached down and grabbed her, filling my hands with the areas where her buttocks meet her upper thighs, and I lifted her. She gave a little, laughing "eek!" and threw her legs around me, then clasped me around the neck with her forearms, using the fingers of her "bound" hands to stroke the back of my head. There is a heavy end table at one side of the couch, and, thanks to her clutching legs, I was able to use one hand to grab a lamp and set it onto the floor, where it fell over but fortunately didn't break. The table was the perfect height, and I plopped her ass down on its surface and started unfastening my belt and trousers.

"I'd like to help you," she told me breathlessly, "but you've ... um ... tied up my hands somehow. They're not REALLY tied up, are they? It's ... it's some sort of posthypnotic suggestion, isn't it? But I really, really can't move them! You've ...."

"Shut up, woman!" I growled. I finally finished with the trousers and shoved them, along with my underwear, savagely down my legs, then worked to line my engorged cock up with its target. Just as soon as she felt me pressing against her, she raised both feet and used her heels to pull me forward toward herself almost violently. We lunged together with equal enthusiasm, and she issued a deep-throated moan as I filled her. Her breasts ballooned against my chest, and we were closer than we'd been for a long time. I reached up and filled my fingers with her hair and pulled back, forcing her face to lift up toward the ceiling, and I began kissing her ear, her throat, and that funny little place where the side of her jaw meets her neck that I love to nibble and lick because it makes her body shiver in my arms. At last, I relaxed my grasp on her hair, and as her face came back down, I captured her mouth with my own. I started pumping into her almost violently ... but I was surprised because her feet and legs were pulling her slippery, clingy cunt forward toward me with equal aggression. Our stomachs were making rhythmic slapping sounds as our bodies pounded into each other. This went on for a few minutes. Our kiss had to be surrendered because the exertion was making us both gasp and pant.

The feeling of impending orgasm started in my scrotum and spread rapidly through my whole body. I put my lips next to her ear. "Obey me! Cum again!" I growled, then lifted my face and roared as the throes of pleasure overcame me. For several long seconds, I failed to hear the cadenced grunting squeals coming from her open mouth, and she was clutching me so tightly with her arms and legs that it was becoming difficult to draw breath. I felt the inner walls of her vagina gripping me, squeezing me, and that only spurred on my own continued, gushing bliss.

Gasping, I picked her up again by the ass and reeled backward, spinning around and collapsing back on the couch. She refused to let us part where we were joined, however, clutching me with her legs, and so we simply toppled over in a heap on the cushions and held each other. Her nose was touching mine, and she was gazing into my eyes with an expression I'd never seen before.

"You did it again," she said between breaths. "I came again ... just because you told me to. How do you do that?"

I kissed her lightly. "How do you THINK I do it?"

"It's a posthypnotic suggestion, isn't it? But Rod, it's all so ... so ... REAL! I really can't move my hands. I really, really can't! Even though I KNOW it's just hypnosis!"

"Just hypnosis?" I asked her. "Everyone says that a hypnotist can't make a subject do something that she doesn't want to do. Assume that's true. NOW, what's the answer?"

She thought about that. "It ... it means that I'm reacting to all of this because I WANT to," she said, more to herself than as an answer to me.

"You're not reacting, Pet. You're obeying. You're doing all of this because you want to obey me ... and you want to obey me so completely that the suggestions have become reality." I watched her closely as she considered this. "And, now that you know the truth, what will you do? Will you fight me?"

And she didn't hesitate. "Oh, Rod, no! I ... I'd NEVER do that! Please don't tease me. I'll obey, I promise. I'll ALWAYS obey you!"

I smiled at her earnestness. "Okay, then. We'll start with your obeying this: Your hands are free. Now!" And I snapped my fingers.

Immediately, her wrists pulled apart as if someone had just cut that invisible rope. The suddenness of it made her gasp and start, and she brought her hands from around my neck and stared at them with genuine shock, as if she expected there to be marks on her wrists from the restraining cord. She was silent for a long, long time.

"You ... you can make me do ANYTHING now, can't you?" she whispered. "I'm really your slave now, aren't I? I really am your pet. I belong to you. Really and truly."

In response, I rolled over, causing my now-flaccid member to slip from between her legs. I reached toward the coffee table and picked up the camera, punched a few buttons until the digital display showed the picture of her, bare-breasted and empty-minded, and let her see it. Her gasp seemed to resonate in the room, and all she could do was stare in open-mouthed astonishment and silent wonder. After a full minute, I pressed the off button and put the camera aside again. For the briefest second, she grabbed at the instrument, trying to keep the image that so enthralled her, but instead, she lay meek and silent against me. I put both arms around her again and held her. She snuggled closer.

"I need to know how you feel about that," I told her seriously.

"I'm in love with you, Rod. I have more love for you than I knew existed. I want to belong to you. I want to be yours. And now ... now, it's as if a dream I've had all my life has suddenly come true. You have made me your slave. And now ... now, I'm happy. No, I think I've always been happy with you. But now ... I'm satisfied with my life." She sighed.

We lay like that on the couch for a long, long time. After awhile, it started getting dark, but we still didn't move. From time to time, I thought that perhaps she'd drifted off to sleep, but she hadn't. And we just held each other. Peaceful. Content.

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To Be Continued