Message-ID: <12322eli$9806191611@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {Flying Pen}JDR"Honey's Story B"( MF mc m-dom )[2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6md19a$25h$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. The enjoyment of these reposts can be increased by reading the "Coming Attractions," which includes the titles to be reposted in the next week. These stories have not been written by the person posting them. Many of those e-mail addresses below the author's byline still work. If you liked the story, either drop the author a line at that e-mail address or post a comment to alt.sex.stories.d. Please don't post it to alt.sex.stories itself. Posting the comment with a Cc: to the author would be the best way to encourage them to continue entertaining you. The copyright of this story belongs to the author, and the fact of this posting should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in any way. In most cases, the author will have further notices of copyright below. If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. Honey's Story The Flying Pen This story Copyright , 1993 by the Flying Pen. Redistribution via electronic means as well as a single hard copy is permitted, as long as 1) this message is included; 2) the text is not altered in any way, and 3) no financial gain is incurred from its redistribution. NOTE: Since I now have means to transmit directly to the net via the anon server, feedback is extremely welcome. WARNING: This story contains sex between not-entirely consenting adults, and "filler." The "filler" is extremely important to the story, and you will find yourself without a clue if you skip it. Should you find this and "dirty" words offensive, then please do yourself a favor and skip this article. ===================== Honey's Story The Flying Pen Section B: I returned to the Hilton two weeks later, checking in and contacting Honey telepathically. She tried to keep her slight tingle of excited pleasure concealed beneath her fear of me, but it leaked out. She was mostly scared that I was going to "do it" to her; her husband was out-of- town on business. Similarly, there was a little bit of desire to find out what "it" was. Honey met me at my hotel suite after work, although I gave her no choice, pulling at her with my power. Needless to say, she was a little -- upset -- at my cavalier manipulation of her mind and body, which set an initial stage of confrontation for our rendezvous. Her eyes flashed as she raged at me for being so presumptuous, and that she'd never give in to me, I was going to have to make her do it, etc. I handed her a glass of wine and pulled out a chair for me to sit on while she blew herself out. All Honey could do was get mad; I made her forget that there was a door through which she could have left. She raved at me for five minutes. The bangs in her hair would give a little flip when Honey would toss her head to emphasize a point. She sipped the wine, which signaled the end of her tirade. "Sit down. Calm yourself, there's no need to be so upset," I said in a velvet voice. It covered the iron pull of my will, and the tension left her body almost immediately. I put her mind into the state it had been in near the end of our previous dinner date, and Honey reclined in the chair facing me, crossing her legs in an exact duplication of her pose that night. Excellent. The room was silent for a while, for I had caged Honey's fear with my power. I wanted to see what the outcome of her flowing thoughts, now unencumbered by fear, would be. She played with her hair, shoulders flush against the chair back, her legs still crossed and displayed attractively. Honey swirled her ankle absently, studying her wine glass in a relaxed manner, with a somewhat playful expression on her face. Fully dressed, and without a word, she flirted actively with me, knowing that she was incredibly sexy. I stood up and walked behind her. Gently, I put my hands on her shoulders. The touch sent a surge of adrenaline through her system, allowing the fear to slip some of its artificial bonds. "W-w-why are you doing this to me?" she whispered. "Because you are so pretty, and sexy, and vibrant..." I stopped as her protest formed. "Will you stop that? I've just spent the last two minutes contemplating the wonders of your physical beauty, and your clothes aren't even off yet! For the last time, you and your thighs are not too fat, understand?" It was dangerous to use my power to tinker in matters such as self-image (another lesson learned the hard way), so I had to rely on verbal persuasion alone. Honey bowed her head and murmured, "Yes." She was embarrassed, but also pleased, and I felt her fear die down a little. Her reaction to the compliment temporarily tamed her misgivings. I probed gently, trying to discern her current emotional mix. Other than fear, I sensed curiosity more than anything else. It looked as if the seed of temptation I had planted was beginning to blossom. It was time. I concentrated, sending the invisible threads of my power into her mind. Honey's eyes widened as she felt the tingling sensation inside her head, but I quickly began stimulation of her pleasure centers before her fear could reassert itself. "Oh!" she peeped, surprised at the first faint stirrings of sexual pleasure. In contrast to our previous encounters, I continued the stimulation, turning her own body's chemistry against her already weakened will. Ever so slowly, Honey's breathing deepened, and her chest rose and fell more slowly. Honey's eyelids drooped, and I eased my stimulation of her brain. "Honey?" I said, quietly. She sighed yes, very quietly. "Do you like the way I'm making you feel?" Another affirmation. This time, the vocalization was closer to a throaty purr. "I can stop if you want, and let you go now," I continued, my voice dropping to a stage whisper. Her head swiveled from side to side, a deep, languorous sigh the only sound she made. "Then you know what I want, Honey." My voice was leading; seductive. Honey swallowed audibly, wrapped in the soft current of sexual stimulation. "M-m-m-my.. hus-bannnnd..." Her protest was feeble, made with great effort. Her eyes had closed completely, and she battled the rush I was providing. She was losing. Honey was beyond the state of suggestibility, close to what Jodie calls, "induced addiction." "Just feel the sensation, Honey," I purred. "Let it wash through you with its gentle waves. Warm, soft waves... So good, Honey... Yessss... Let go, my sweet Honey... Give yourself to the feeling..." She moaned loudly, her resistance barely tangible to my monitoring senses. I crooned into her ear in a whisper only she could hear. "Ye-eesss, Honey. Give iiinnn to the pleasure... Give in to me... And the pleasure will last forever... Give yourself to me..." "Ohhhh... Yess.... Take... meeee..." I felt the flood of sensations wash the last of Honey's resistance away, rendering her a willing sex thrall, but that's not quite what I wanted her to be. "Acknowledge me, Honey. I want you, but only if you give yourself to me completely," I whispered. "But you must acknowledge me as the only one who can please you this way. You are mine..." "I... am... yours," Honey moaned. I said nothing, increasing the amount of stimulation through our connection. "Ohhh..." she sighed. I waited. "Mass... terr..." I had broken her will. Now Honey was more than just an enthralled sex slave; she was mine, body and soul. "And I will be yours, Honey," I whispered. "Take me, master," Honey replied, more strongly, as I stopped the assault on her senses. She was flushed, breathing very heavily. Honey's pretty blue eyes opened slowly, the pupils dilated and the expression far away. I held out my hand, and Honey stood, placed her hand docilely in mine, and allowed me to lead her, like a child, to the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and drew her forward for our first kiss. Honey opened her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue crossed the threshold of my lips with care, and sweet intentions. She probed my mouth slowly, intertwined her tongue with my own, and we stayed locked, kissing. Honey's passion was gentle and deliberate; I had no control over this, nor did I want any. We weren't in a hurry. Her hands slid over my back and around my neck as our lips would part for brief seconds. We'd get some air, then resume kissing. Both of us were fully dressed, and I was almost fully erect. My hands slid to her waist, and I unfastened her skirt. Honey's mouth hummed against mine, and she stepped back, sat on the bed, and removed it. The wet spot on her panties was clearly visible. I joined her on the bed and massaged her covered, damp crotch while we kissed some more. She moaned, and her arms hung limply, hands resting helplessly on the bed. Our chests were pressed together, and I could feel the pattern on her bra tease my nipples when we would move. "How do you feel, Honey?" Again, she moaned, softly. I wasn't surprised until she actually spoke. "I'm... soooooo... hot, master. Please... I-I-I want you." Her eyes fluttered and Honey gasped quietly. The seed of temptation had turned into a forest of desire. "Ohhhh, mass-terrrrr..." she whined. Her legs were vibrating, but I wouldn't let her have any more stimulation than the teasing external massage through her soaked panties. "I wish to pleasure you, Honey. Your master is gentle and loving with his wonderful slave. You are so beautiful and tempting. Tell me, what may I do to demonstrate my care for you, my lovely, alluring Honey." Her breathing had quickened during my monologue, and her eyes had closed again. The vivid picture that immediately appeared in her mind's eye let me know exactly she wanted me to do. Still, I wanted her to tell me. "N-nn-nngh..." Honey gurgled, having been at a moderate level of arousal for an hour and a half. I had been keeping her within hailing distance of orgasm, but she wasn't going to be able to get there without my help. "Lick -- meeee," she said plaintively, her eyes abruptly opening and focusing. Deliberately, I removed her blouse with care, then undressed myself next. Honey reached for, but could not touch my erection. Honey's seduction and obvious prolonged arousal were more than enough to keep me hard. She was sexy, and she was mine. I removed her bra and panties, revealing all of Honey's body in its naked beauty. My lips met her warm, flushed body just below her ear, close to the juncture of neck and head, sending a tremble of passion through her. I paused, then nuzzled her soft round breasts, licking at the flesh, leaving little wet trails as I used the tip and broad of my tongue at random. Honey's back arched a little, and I teased her erect nipples adding my fingers to the gentle physical stimulation. After a brief time, I moved my oral attentions further south. I sucked at Honey's navel, eliciting a throaty, quiet moan, a guttural, yet feminine sound that made my cock twitch. It made me consider just fucking her right then; but the urge went away; after all, I had a promise to keep. This was the time for Honey's desires. There would be plenty of time for mine, later. I barely touched her inner thigh with the tip of my tongue, while stroking the smooth skin around her stomach. Her back arched in instant response, and a small tremor moved her legs. I painted a shiny path with the flat of my tongue, traveling towards her knee. Honey's breathing was very excited, but her thoughts were not coherent enough to even worry about when I'd get to the heart of the matter. I eased a physic damper around her mind; she'd need it soon. She whimpered when my hands slid along her legs, intentionally avoiding her sex, a flowing motion with the back of my hands running to her torso, a flick of the wrist to graze her breasts with my nails, and the gentle caress of my palm and fingers as my hands returned to their origin. I could feel her mental and physical response to the touching, as it increased for a few strokes, and then slowly died down as her body acclimated itself to the contact, a warm, contented feeling spreading through her. My tongue rolled up Honey's leg from her knee along the inner thigh, coming to rest just to the right of her wet, aromatic slit. I felt her inner heat along the side of my face, and Honey's lower torso had frozen, as if anticipating the magic moment. I slowly ran my tongue around the outside of her lower lips, so full and swollen with arousal, the flush of sexual readiness in evidence all over her body. I skipped over the super-sensitive bundle of nerves, and continued tracing an outline. Once the circle had been completed, I grabbed her hips and brushed her pouting sex as lightly as I could with my mouth. Honey's body began oscillating before I had moved more than an inch. The oscillations grew, and my grasp became tighter, to keep her lithe body relatively still. I felt a crackle of mental electricity assault the damper I had placed around Honey's brain; she was close to coming, but it wasn't time for that yet. I dug my tongue into her with a long, slow, bob of my head, slurping at her juices. Honey was aptly named. The gurgle that formed in her throat began from somewhere very close to my nose, and I rotated my head slowly, controlling my extended tongue. I sucked slowly, gently at the sweet essence of my wonderful lover, the essence that Honey produced so copiously for me. Honey quivered. I continued to circle the inside of her cunt, and her breathing became increasingly erratic. I strengthened the damper around Honey's mind, as orgasm attempted to possess her. I wouldn't be able to keep it back for long, but those extra seconds or minutes of pre-orgasm would just intensify the release when it came. I savored her, playing my tongue around her pussy, tongue fully extended one time, stimulating her inner walls, head pulled back the next, playing with the outside of her slit. My head began to hurt from the mental strain of containing Honey's explosion; her thighs and stomach were rock-hard, her face was beet-red, and I could see the knot in her throat where her scream had been trapped. I removed the barrier between her mind and her nervous system, then rocked Honey's swollen, red, and previously ignored, clit. Honey jerked one time and stiffened again. My tongue slowly bobbed her clit, and Honey began to flow. My attentions turned to her slit, as I used long, cleansing licks, starting from her pleasure button, and going as far down as I could, close to the crack of her ass. Her hips were pumping, aiding my efforts. Honey's cries of ecstasy filled the suite, control of her body gone as her long-denied release assailed her mind, its intensity doubled by the delay. My cock throbbed beneath me, warm, white fluid shooting from it as I was also a passenger on Honey's express, the mental link letting me eavesdrop on her ecstasy, triggering my ejaculation. And I lapped and licked and sucked and swallowed for minutes, an eternity, and I lost track and Honey moaned and thrashed her body bouncing, gasping sobs coming from her mouth as she kept cumming, her thighs clasping and releasing my head feeding me all of her body and senses as I kept licking... Hands pushed at my head. "Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!" Uncontrolled gasps went through Honey's vocal cords, raising their pitch, turning them into nonsensical squeaks. I moved from between Honey's legs, sliding alongside her. She was breathing heavily, her blue eyes open, glassy, and distant. Honey's body was heavy on the bed, sweat covering her as she trembled lightly. I brushed her hair aside, and kissed her cheek tenderly, caringly. "Relax, my pretty flower. You have many such pleasures to come. Enjoy this memory of ecstasy, and the warm waves that wash you. Luxuriate in this feeling. I will wait for you, my sweet Honey," I cooed lovingly. Honey's body was still highly sensitive to the touch, as my fingertip caress made her tremble involuntarily. I was awakened by a gentle brush of lips across mine. "Thank you, master," was all she said, the clear, starry blue eyes carrying the real depth of the message. Honey looked at me questioningly. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her, then I let Honey take the lead. Our tongues slowly played together, bring our senses to arousal's edge. Her hands caressed my chest lazily, and she slid them around my neck and ears. Her head met my chest, and she began to kiss her way down my body. She gave me a blazing blue look, eyes smoldering with desire. I touched her head, stopping her. "You have to go to work tomorrow, and you do not have a change of clothes," I said gently. "But we have forever." Honey's eyes lowered, making my heart beat a little faster, as the expression on her pretty face was enough to send some blood to my dick. Honey slid her hand to my cock and ran her hand along its milk chocolate length. It grew a little in response. "But I belong to you," she countered softly, without looking at me. Her eyes were fixed hungrily on my cock, which responded to her gentle grip and lewd gaze. "I am yours, my love." That wasn't quite true; buried well underneath her newly weaved mind was a glowing thought of her husband. It wasn't anywhere that she'd be able to find it, except maybe in an occasional dream, but I marveled. I had never run into any woman who had been able to keep their previous/current lover in their minds after I'd gotten through. In fact, there had been a few who had been quite happy to help me remove that portion of their memories. I looked at Honey's creamy skin, and the contrast between our naked bodies. Her physical beauty increased my desire, and her hunger for me was evident. I didn't need any mental powers to know what she wanted to do next. I reluctantly pulled her back to face me. "As much as I desire you, and as much as you please me --" I paused to tinker with her mind again. "You love your husband. True love is a rare enough occurrence that I can't destroy it if I find it." Honey opened her mouth to protest, but I used my power to uncover her thoughts of David, and she stopped before a word could escape. "No, Honey, it is best this way." Her eyes glazed over as my power gained more control over her. "You will hold this night, and our magic bond deep inside of you. You will always respond to my call, for you have given yourself to me body and soul." I murmured to myself, "But I cannot have your heart." Taking a deep breath, I continued, "You must forget until you hear my call. I will call you again, Honey, but I cannot say when." The flow of power increased, and her eyelids drooped. "Yes, Honey... Forget... Until we meet again..." "N-N-n-no... please... don't... make me... forrr..." Honey fought me, trying to retain her new identity. I gave a fleeting tap to the pleasure center in her brain, which distracted her long enough for me to assert complete control, and lock out her efforts at resistance. "Get dressed, and go home," I said, voice tinged with regret. A few minutes later she was ready to leave. "Kiss me one last time," I suggested, still keeping Honey in light thrall until the absolute last second. Her warm, responsive kiss, and loving embrace made me regret letting her go, but it was the right thing to do. I couldn't promise that I'd never see her again; I had had my first taste of Honey, and I was hooked. "Goodbye for now. When you get home, you will only remember my commands, hidden away deep inside of you." A parting glance at her fine legs as she left sent a strong twitch to my cock. I picked up the phone. "Front desk, this is Alex. May I help you?" came the bright, professionally cheerful female voice. A minute later, I hung up the phone to get some sleep. I was going to have a personal wake up call from the willowy blonde who had checked me in when her shift was over. ===================== Honey's Story The Flying Pen -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----