The Gloves of Libedine

She was no longer in the classroom. Now, she was in her sophomore college dorm room, again looking down at two people. This time it was herself and her roommate, Cindy Watson, whose name sounded just as sweet and innocent as she actually was. They had gotten along great and were still good friends. But in college, as now, they had been very different. Fiona, whose confidence had grown once away from high school, had a regular series of boyfriends. Cindy was in an exclusive relationship with her high school beau, Tom, whom she eventually married. Cindy went to church regularly and was active in the student Christian organization. Fiona politely declined all invitations to join her and spent her time, when not studying, hanging out with other friends, getting stoned and watching Japanese science fiction films. Cindy didn't really approve of Fiona's lifestyle, and Fiona thought Cindy was wasting her life on church and religion, but they had still grown close. Fiona was one of the few people with whom Cindy would share her occasional doubts about her faith, or her relationship with Tom. She also sometimes asked Fiona about men and sex, topics she never broached with her strict Christian mother.

Because she valued Cindy's friendship, Fiona had never told her one of her biggest secrets, that she had finally embraced her bisexuality. It had happened at a Halloween party her freshman year. She had let herself be picked up by an older female student dressed as a witch. Fiona had come as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. They had bumped into each other by the keg and made a joke about Fiona not spilling on the witch and melting her. They had chatted throughout the evening, the witch girl growing increasingly more flirty and aggressive as the evening went on. Fiona, who had long been curious about being with another woman, allowed herself to be talked into going home with her and there experienced for the first time the joys of Sapphic love. It turned out to be everything she'd imagined and more. Fiona began paying a lot more attention to other women, while still dating and fucking men. And one of the women she took notice of was Cindy.

Cindy was a slightly plump redhead with long straight hair, breasts as large as Fiona' and luscious full lips. Fairly soon after they moved in together, having been paired by the university's housing department, Fiona began having very erotic thoughts about her new roommate. But as she got to know Cindy, she realized that her new friend would not be interested, so Fiona had never considered making a move on her, even on those rare occasions when Cindy expressed frustration at her self-imposed celibacy and confessed to having erotic dreams every now and then. The only time the thought had even seriously crossed Fiona's mind was one Friday night when they were watching a movie with a couple of Fiona's other friends. There was a rather graphic lesbian scene and Fiona had cast a glance at Cindy to see her reaction. She thought her roommate would have turned away from the screen, but she instead was staring intently as the two characters made out and explored each other's bodies. But afterwards, when Fiona had asked her what she thought, she'd panned the film as mostly boring and a little perverted.

If the gloves were still showing her what might have been, then Fiona realized she had missed a golden opportunity, for there below her on the floor were two thin mattresses laid side by side. And on top of them lay college Fiona and Cindy, side by side, their naked bodies pressed firmly together. Fiona could see their tongues twisting together as they kissed and watched as her younger self gently cupped Cindy's breast while Cindy responded by fingering Fiona.

"Damn," thought older Fiona as she stared in fascination at the scene below her. She was especially disappointed since Cindy didn't actually live that far away and if she'd been a little bolder, maybe they would still be hooking up today. But now Cindy was married with a kid, so that ship had sailed, Fiona knew.

Fiona watched as with surprising strength, Cindy pushed her younger self away and then mounted her, sitting up so that she straddled her pretty blonde roommate. Giggling, she gave her long red hair a shake and then stuck the finger that had been in Fiona's cunt between her lips.

"Ummm, yummy," she purred seductively. "I think I'll have some more, right from the source." With that, she quickly scooted her body down, throwing her legs back and lowering herself between Fiona's now spread legs. With another giggle, she lowered her face to Fiona's neatly trimmed pussy and began to run her tongue along the opening. Looking down at her former self and her good friend, Fiona couldn't help wondering how all this had started. But then Cindy jumped up and scampered to her closet.

"Oops. I almost forgot about your Christmas present. We should break it in," she said.

"You mean, break it in some more. I know you've already been putting it to good use," the younger version of Fiona said, laughing.

"Well, Tom doesn't want to fuck yet, so I have to do something," Cindy said. She dropped back down between Fiona's legs, grasping a small silver object in one hand. Then a dull buzzing sound filled the room, which greatly diminished when Cindy slid the small vibrator into her roommate's wet pussy. She began moving it back and forth, wiggling it around as she did so, while licking and sucking on Fiona's clit. Soon, the blonde woman began moaning, her arms and legs beginning to shake as her orgasm began to build.

Floating above them, Fiona again felt the orgasm on whose edge she was still teetering again growing in intensity. It was like a chained beast lunging at its restraints, growing angrier and more forceful as it did so. But it couldn't free itself and as younger Fiona's body thrashed under yet another orgasm, the brilliant red light filled the air around her.

Fiona did not recognize the next room in which she found herself, but she admired the view. There was a couch along one wall and two cushioned armless chairs facing it across from a vacant space where it appeared a coffee table had previously been. The table seemed to have been pushed up against a second wall. On the couch, a naked young woman was kneeling with an equally naked young man behind her. He was fucking her, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room. In front of her, another young man knelt, his cock point at her face. She was not sucking it, but extended her tongue and took quick licks on a regular basis while the young man jerked off.

"Cum on me, baby, cum in my mouth," the woman panted.

"Fuck that's hot," another woman's voice said. This woman was sitting on the lap of another man, who was in one of the chairs. The woman was facing away from him and he played with her breasts while she bounced up and down on his cock while staring at the threesome on the couch. On the other chair, an Asian girl with long black hair sat with her legs spread, a skinny long-haired boy kneeling between them. When Fiona saw her, she realized where she must be. The girl was her friend Judy, and this must be the senior year party that Judy had invited her to, hosted by one of the fraternities. Fiona had declined, citing the need to study. But really, she had heard that the parties, particularly the senior year blowout, were often incredibly wild and sometimes busted by the cops.

Clearly, that information had been correct. But Fiona couldn't understand why the gloves had brought her here. There was no sign of her younger self, at least not in this room. She wondered if she could move from room to room and as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she drifted straight through the wall and into another room. This room looked like some sort of library, and Fiona briefly pondered where the party was being held, but she soon focused on other things. She first noticed three young women who had formed a daisy chain on the thick carpet in front of a blazing fireplace, each licking another's pussy. She didn't recognize them, but was surprised to find that the man standing off to the side was the professor from her junior year marketing class. She was even more surprised to discover he had a massive cock, at least 10 inches long and as thick as the base of a beer bottle. He stood staring down at the women, a wicked smile on his face.

"Remember, ladies, the first one to make your neighbor cum wins," he said. He didn't say what the prize was, but Fiona had a good guess. And sure enough, when one of the women moaned and came, the woman who had been licking her rolled away from the other two and rose to her knees.

"I win, I win," she chanted, clapping her hands. "I get to fuck you, Dr. Martin."

Grinning madly, she crooked a finger at the professor, who smiled and knelt between her legs as she lay back down. The other two girls cursed. The one who hadn't cum reached down and pulled the other back between her legs, insisting that she deserved an orgasm as well. The professor began slowly sliding his enormous cock in and out of the winner, who just moaned softly. The other two looked on jealously and Fiona drifted into another room.

In the next room she entered - she couldn't actually tell if the rooms were adjacent or she was just randomly going from one room to another - she found a similar setup to the first, with a couch and two chairs. But here the coffee table still separated them and on the table were laid out a sampling of different party favors. A large bowl held a number of hand-rolled joints while a smaller dish held what Fiona guessed were ecstasy tablets. There was also a small dish of cocaine next to a large square mirror and a container of short, thin glass tubes. A co-ed with long red hair and full sleeve tattoos, naked but for a long gold chain around her waist, was on her knees, a line of coke laid out on the mirror and a tube held tightly in one nostril. Fiona watched as she slowly snorted the line. Behind her, the muscular black man whose dick was shoved in her asshole resumed the fucking he'd halted while she took her hit. On the couch, two naked women played with each other's pussies while passing a lit joint back and forth.

In the next room, Fiona finally found her younger self. She was splayed out naked on the edge of a large bed, her legs spread wide and pushed up by another muscle-bound African American who was slamming his cock into her with an almost violent ferociousness. Around the bed four more men were clearly waiting their turn, occasionally pinching or sucking on one of her nipples or shoving a hard cock at her. She took turns sucking on the cocks presented to her, a big goofy smile on her face as she did so. Several other men leaned against the wall or slumped on in various chairs, their soft dicks testifying to the fact that they'd already had their turn. The younger Fiona's body was clearly coated in cum and every now and then she would scoop some up on her fingers and then lick them clean. Watching the scene unfolding, Fiona was fascinated that this could actually have happened had she not chickened out and stayed home that night. She had always had a fantasy of being the object of a gangbang, and apparently that was yet another fantasy that could have come true.

As she watched, her alternative self began to moan loudly and thrust her hips wildly, clearly about to cum. Yet again, current day Fiona felt tantalizing close to cumming and once more red lights flashed, and the scene below changed.

This time, Fiona knew exactly what was happening. The Fiona she looked down upon now was barely a year into her past, and the man she was with was her most recent long-term boyfriend. His name was Tom and they had met at Dr. Who viewing party. They had dated for almost nine months before Fiona had ended it. She had liked him, they shared a lot of interests and he was cute. But he had begun to pressure her to experiment a little in the bedroom. She had let him tie her up once, and agreed when he asked her to do the same. But she hadn't wanted to use whip him, even with the silk cat-o-nine tails he supplied and had ended it shortly after he expressed a desire to have her peg him. It wasn't exactly that she thought the request weird or wrong; it was more that she knew she was too self-conscious to really let loose and enjoy it.

But now the gloves showed her that she could have overcome that self-consciousness, because her younger self was wearing her black thigh highs, velvet lace-up boots and a massive black strap-on, with which she was fucking Tom. Past Fiona seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

"Yeah, you like that, you sissy bitch," her younger self growled at her ex as he knelt on all fours on her bed, the strap-on buried deep in his ass. Fiona reached around and squeezed his rock-hard cock. "You like being fucked don't you. Tell me how much you like it, fucking cunt!"

"I love it, Mistress. It's fantastic. Thank you so much for fucking this useless pig," he gasped, his tone remarkably sincere. "Please pound my ass some more."

Fiona complied, pulling out and then viciously thrusting back in several times. Current day Fiona, watching from above, thought she heard a dull buzzing sound and wondered if the strap-on had some sort of vibrator attachment for the enjoyment of the wearer. After about a minute or so of fucking Tom, Fiona pulled out and quickly shed the massive sex toy and then ordered Tom onto his back. She jumped onto the bed, positioned herself above his face and lowered her pussy. "Lick it, bitch. If you want to cum tonight, you better get me off and it better be a good one."

Her ex complied. Fiona could hear slurping sounds and moans coming from between the legs of her previous self and it wasn't long before the squatting Fiona threw back her head and began to shake as she came. The red lights filled the bedroom yet again.

When they had faded, though, Fiona found herself floating in what appeared to be a large, dimly lit cavern. In front of her, no more than an arm's length away, stood, or rather hovered, since Fiona could see no ground at all, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Except that she wasn't one woman at all, but many women. She was black and then white, Asian and Middle Eastern. She had long wavy blond hair, tightly wound dreadlocks, slick black locks that hung to her waist, short red hair worn in a bob. Her eyes were deep blue, dark brown, playful green. She had enormous breasts, then tiny breasts with long, thin nipples, then breasts that were a happy medium between the two. She was thin and curvy, firm and soft, tall and short; and gorgeous, always gorgeous. She emitted a sensuality that came at Fiona in waves. Fiona gazed in rapture at the vision before her, filled with a desire to throw herself at this goddess' feet and worship her while at the same time wanting to roughly grab her, throw her down and have her way with her.

"Congratulations, Fiona Diggs. You have been chosen," said the voice. It was the voice from the store, but this time, it was dozens of other voices as well. It was light and airy, thick and husky. It was Scottish and Nigerian and Pakistani and Alabaman all at once. It was hypnotic and erotic and enticing. "We are the spirit of the gloves. We welcome you to our sisterhood. Please feel free to any questions you have."

"Chosen? Sisterhood?" Fiona asked, finding suddenly that she was fully aware, capable of speech and not at all unsettled by what was happening to her. It somehow seemed natural to be here, with this woman, and she felt neither fear nor panic but she was confused as to what the spirit meant.

"Yes. The Gloves of Libedine have chosen you, as it had previously chosen all of us. It is a great gift and you must use it wisely."

Fiona's brows furrowed. She realized that the woman was speaking of the red gloves. That was obvious. But what were they?

"I don't understand. What are the Gloves of Libedine? What do they do?" she asked.

The woman smiled.

"Libedine is simply Latin for lust. A lot of magical objects have very pretentious names. It's just the way they are," the woman said in a very matter-of-fact tone. "As for what they do, they free you, you and those upon whom you would bestow the gift of sexual freedom."

"Free me? From what?"

"From all those things that prevent us from surrendering to the pleasures of the flesh. The guilt, the false morality, the repressive traditions and expectations, especially those that have denied women their true sexuality for so many centuries. They release repressed desires and enhance our ability to take joy from the gifts of the body. "

Fiona understood then. "They allow me to have the best sex of my life."

The woman laughed.

"Exactly. And not just to have great sex, but to feel no guilt about it."

"By giving me confidence, by making me seem beautiful to others? How, what do they do?"

"All of those things, in a sense. No doubt you have already deduced that the scenes the gloves have shown you are events that might have been, if you had been more confident in your sexuality and less constrained in your embrace of it. So yes, the gloves make you feel more beautiful, more sexy," the spirit replied with a smile. "But they also allow you to share their gift with others, reducing their needless and wasteful inhibitions and improving their confidence as well. What you have seen would have been completely possible if you had then had the gloves. And similar scenes are still possible."

Fiona's brow furrowed. She understood how the gloves could affect her and was happy to accept their gift. But changing others, especially without their knowledge or permission, seemed somehow wrong to her.

"Does that mean I can make people into sex fiends or into my sex slaves? That doesn't seem right," she protested.

The spirit looked solemn for a moment and then smiled gently at her.

"The gloves have indeed chosen wisely. It is good that you see the danger inherent in this kind of power. But you need not worry. You cannot make someone your sex slave, Fiona," the spirit reassured her. It is simply that those with whom you share the gift will feel more at ease with their sexuality and more open to the pleasure of the flesh. Some will find their desires, so long repressed, overwhelm them and become, as you say, sex fiends of a sort. But I promise you, they will thank you for the gift none the less. Those poor souls who lack any real sexual urges will not be affected by you at all. And those few lucky individuals who have already managed to shed their inhibitions and embrace their sexual natures will benefit only slightly."

Fiona was relieved to hear what the spirit said, although she had to admit that a part of her had kind of liked the idea of making someone want to have sex with her.

"The people you share the gift with will not be your slaves. However, they will become very aroused after receiving the gift, and likely to want to be with you," the spirit added, as if she had been reading Fiona's mind. "Many will become long-term lovers, if you are so amenable."

"How will I know who to share it with? And how do I share it?" Fiona asked.

"The gloves will help you. They can sense when someone would benefit from their touch. But you do not have to limit yourself to their suggestions. They have chosen you as their master, not the other way around," the spirit said. "As for how, touching someone with the desire of sharing the gift is enough. It does not take much, but you must consciously want to free them as you have been freed. In this way, accidental touching will have no impact on others."

"That's good," Fiona said, thinking of what might happen in a crowded club or on the subway.

"Do you have any more questions," the vision before her asked.

"Um, I'm not sure. I mean, this is really rather a surprise, you know, still trying to get my mind around it," Fiona replied. "Can I summon you again?"