Message-ID: <26240asstr$968501405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: gcirby@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8pcah9$eqa$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sat Sep 09 03:24:38 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP: Absolute Power 1 by Gary Cirby 3/3 (MF,mc) Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2000 08:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, english ABSOLUTE POWER 1 3/3 Send comments to gcirby@hotmail.com She froze in place, her expression changing to one of shock and disgust. "What did you say to me?" she asked angrily. "You didn't just say..." Oh shit! It hadn't worked! He had known that almost as soon as he spoke to her. The power that he had felt when he had talked to Terry, the power that he had felt projecting outward, he had not felt it with Julie. There had been no projection. Why not? What went wrong? Had the power deserted him? Had he ever really had it to begin with? "Forget I said that," he barked desperately, pushing himself at her, convinced that he had just dug himself a grave. But this time he did feel the power leaving him. And this time it did work. "Forget you said what?" Julie asked, her angry expression leaving and her puzzled expression returning. "What are you talking about?" He breathed a sigh of relief. What had happened? The power WAS still there and did still work, but was it intermittent? Why hadn't it worked the first time? "Paul," she said, confused, her eyebrows scrunched up. "Something strange is going on here. What..." "Nothing strange is going on here," he told her, projecting. Again he felt the power at work. "Oh," she said, her normal, ditsy inquisitive blonde expression coming back in an instant. "Well that's good to know." A little bit of the confusion returned. "What were we talking about now?" He didn't answer her. It occurred to him where he had just made his mistake. When he had asked her about masturbation he had ASKED her something, he had not TOLD her something. The power apparently did not work for individual questions because questions were interrogatory and not commands. But what if the question was phrased as an order? Was it all just a matter of semantics? Hmmm. "Paul," she asked. "Are you sure you're okay?" Though he knew he should not be doing this, he could not seem to help himself. Suddenly, knowing this woman's personal secrets seemed like something he needed to do. Besides, he justified to himself, he was just testing out the power, seeing how it worked, wasn't he? There was no real harm. "Tell me Julie," he said, projecting as his did so, "do you masturbate a lot?" The shocked expression returned to her face, shock and disgust at what he had said. He was exasperated. Now what? He had felt the power go out and he had phrased the question as a command by placing the words: "tell me" at the beginning. So why wasn't she answering now? But she DID answer. "About three times a week or so," she said, the disgusted expression remaining and turning to one of disbelief as the words came out of her mouth. She shook her head and shuddered a little. "Jesus," she spat at him. "Why did you ask that? Why did I answer it?" Without waiting for a reply she turned and began storming towards her house. "Wait," he commanded her, sending a strong projection. She froze in her tracks. "Why am I waiting here?" she asked, fear in her voice now. "Why am I doing what you're telling me? What is going on?" She was answering him now and was obeying him, that was true. But she was reacting just as if he did not have the power otherwise. Why? "Paul," she said, trembling, near tears. "I don't know what you're doing to me but I'm going to scream if you don't let me go. I'll..." "Be quiet," he commanded. "Let me think." Her mouth snapped instantly shut though she continued to tremble in place. She was reacting the way she was, he deduced after a moment's reflection, because he had not commanded her NOT to. She was answering him and doing as he said, but she was not liking it a bit. It seemed that Mr. Clinton had been right. This power thing would take practice. "Come here," he told Julie. Without hesitation she turned and walked back over to him. She kept quiet as she did it, as per instruction, but her face was working on moving beyond fear and into horror. "There is nothing unusual about our conversation," he told her. "It is the kind of thing that any neighbors discuss with each other. Nothing that I have said has been offensive or hostile. Nothing that I will say to you will be offensive or hostile." The fear left her face in the blink of an eye and the natural, inquisitive neighbor expression came back. Okay, Paul thought. We're getting somewhere. "How do you feel?" he asked. She continued to stare at him pleasantly, not saying a word. "Oh," he said, shaking his head a little. Another little mistake discovered. "You can talk now and I want you to answer all of my questions truthfully." "Okay," she said, smiling. "I'm feeling kind of strange actually. You see, I feel like something has just scared the daylights out of me and I seem to remember you saying something scary to me a minute ago. But I don't know why I feel like that. All you asked me is how much do I masturbate, right?" "Right," he agreed. "That's a perfectly normal question, isn't it?" "I suppose," he said, feeling a shiver of excitement surging through him. It was working! She thought that was a perfectly normal question! "I can't imagine why that would upset me," she said. She shrugged. "Oh well. Probably just my blonde hair taking hold." "Maybe," he said. "And are you a real blonde?" "Yes I am," she said. He nodded, feeling an erection begin beneath his sweat shorts as he contemplated the possibilities of what he was doing. The erection was countered by his conscious. He wasn't really going to further this encounter was he? He had had a little fun, had found out a little personal information about the gossiping Julie, but it needed to end right? Right? "Tell me," he said, telling himself that he was just going to ask a FEW more questions and then let her go with orders to forget she had seen him today, "why do you masturbate three times a week?" "Because it feels good to masturbate," she replied, "and that's the only time I get to have an orgasm." "Rich doesn't give you orgasms?" he asked, a little surprised. Rich was a handsome, athletic former football player that could be seen jogging up and down the street every morning. He had once told Paul that he jogged thirty miles a week. She shook her head a little sadly and then said: "He likes to have sex a lot, that's true, but he does it the same way every time. He just climbs on, does it for a few minutes, and then he's done." She explained this in the same manner that she would have explained how Rich did not do as much housework as she thought he should. "Don't you ever have him eat your pussy or anything?" he asked next, feeling his erection grow. Pretty soon it was going to get noticeable. "No. He's not like you," she said. "He thinks going down on a woman is dirty." "What do mean he's not like me?" Paul asked surprised. She gave a sly smile. "Terry told me once that you love to go down on her. She said you're pretty good at it." "Terry told you THAT?" he asked, astounded. Julie giggled a little. "She'd had a few glasses of wine with me at the time. Remember the neighborhood pool party over at Andy and Lynn's? That was when she told me." He remembered that party. It had been the previous summer and Terry had indeed gotten good and drunk there. He even remembered her going off and having an extended conversation with Julie near the corner of Lynn and Andy's back yard. Julie had been swollen and pregnant with Kyla at the time. "Did you tell anybody else about this?" he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it for himself. "Of course," she said simply. "I told all of the women in the neighborhood about it. I tell them anytime something like that comes to my attention. Most of them seemed pretty envious. You see, a good male pussy eater is pretty rare." "Wow," Paul said, stunned by the knowledge that the entire neighborhood not only knew about his fetish for cunnilingus but also were envious of Terry for it. "And what about you? Are you envious?" "Very," she said. "I've never had anybody eat my pussy until I came. I can't even imagine what it feels like." "Uh huh," he said, pulling his shirt down as far as it would go to cover his hard-on, which was now poking out impressively. "And what if I would have offered to do that for you? Would you have let me?" "No," she said. "It would be wrong." "So you don't cheat on your husband?" "I have twice," she said. "Once last year and once four months ago. The first time was with my trainer at the gym and the second time was with my dentist." She shook her head a little. "Disappointing both times. They weren't any better at sex than Rich is." "Wow," he said again, in awe of her brutal honesty with him. "This is really amazing shit." "Is it?" she asked. "How come?" "Never mind," he told her. "Tell me, why wouldn't you cheat with me if you would cheat with a trainer and a dentist?" "Because Terry is my friend and because you are Rich's friend," she explained. "It's one thing to cheat with a man that my husband doesn't know but it's quite another thing to cheat with a friend's husband." "I see," he said. "But what if I wasn't Terry's husband and Rich's friend. What if you knew what you know about me but I was a stranger to your husband. Would you want to cheat with me then?" "You wouldn't be able to keep me off of you," she said. "I'd give anything to have a man eat my pussy and make me come. Besides, Terry also told me that you're pretty good in other aspects of sex too. According to your wife, you're quite a good lay." "I'll have to thank Terry for that sometime." "I think you should," she agreed. Paul looked at her for a moment, not speaking. His erection was now painful in his shorts and he was having very lustful thoughts about this woman he was speaking to. He looked at her alluring body once again, imagining stroking it, touching it, and licking it. What had seemed dreadfully wrong last night now seemed dreadfully right. After all, he could do it without anyone knowing he was doing it, without Julie herself knowing he was doing it. "Take me into your house," he told her, projecting once again. "And again, nothing that I ask of you will seem the least bit unusual. You will comply with it all." "Okay," she said, nodding affirmatively. "Let's go." She led him into her living room and closed the door behind them. Their house was an exact copy of his. They had the same sunken family room off of the kitchen and the hallway. The only difference was the carpet and the d cor. Rich and Julie's was set up with a less complex entertainment center but nicer furniture. She offered him a seat on the couch and then asked if he would like anything to drink or eat. "Not at the moment," he told her. "Come and sit next to me." She did so, plopping herself down on the couch. She looked at him expectantly. "Tell me how you masturbate yourself," he said. "Well," she explained. "Most of the time I just rub myself with my fingers while I'm in the bathtub. I always take a bath after I do my gardening but before Kyla wakes up. Usually that's when I'm horny too. You know, the warm water and the bubbles and all." "I see," he said. "And what do you think of while you're doing it?" "Men," she said. "Nice, gentle, hunky men that treat my body like it should be treated. I think of having men eat me a lot. Like I said, I've never been eaten well in my life." She smiled lustily. "That always does the trick." "Show me," he told her. "Okay," she chirped, popping up and leading him through the house. They went up stairs and into the master bedroom, which contained the master bathroom. The bathtub was oversized, large enough for two. She reached down and turned on the taps, spending a moment adjusting the water. Paul looked at her ass as she did this, seeing the pale cheeks protruding from the bottom of her shorts. Unable to help himself he reached out and stroked one of her cheeks with his finger, feeling the soft, pale flesh. She jumped, emitting a startled scream at the contact. She turned to face him, her face angry. "What do you think you're doing?" she yelled. "How dare you touch me there! I think you'd better leave right now!" Shit. He had forgotten to modify her programming to accept that. Though he had commanded her to consider anything that he asked her to do to be acceptable, he had not asked her to allow him to touch her ass. "Forget that I just touched you," he ordered, and instantly her face went back to neutral. She turned and began adjusting the water again. He took a few deep breaths, trying to think of a way to phrase what he needed to say. Christ this power thing was like walking through a minefield. "Julie," he finally said, projecting again, "nothing that occurs between us is unusual. You will react to whatever happens without regard to the social consequences. You will obey my commands and you will respond to what we do together as your body commands, not your mind. If it is pleasurable, you will enjoy it. If you want to do something, you will do it. Do you understand?" "Perfectly," she said, not even looking back. She made a few more adjustments to the water and then stood up. She reached for a bottle of bubble bath but Paul stopped her, telling her to disregard that particular phase of her bath for this particular afternoon. He wanted to SEE what she did. She dropped the bottle and then began to remove her clothing. "Oh yeah," he said to himself as he watched her. She pulled off her shoes and socks, tossing the former towards the walk- in closet, dumping the latter into a hamper next to the sink. She then pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her perky tits that were clad in a plain white brassiere. Without hesitation she reached behind her and undid the clasp, letting the bra fall free. Her tits were about the size of softballs and were very firm. The nipples were not erect but were still nice to look at. He felt a surge of excitement blast through him as he watched. Julie, the woman he had lusted after, was undressing before him! He was looking at her tits! And they were just as nice as he had always imagined they would be. She unsnapped her shorts and let them drop to her feet, revealing a pair of white cotton panties. She then grabbed the waistband of them. "Wait," Paul commanded. She stopped, her thumbs still hooked into the elastic, her eyes looking at him, awaiting the next command. "Let me take them off of you," he said. "Okay," she said, a little tremble in her voice. He saw her nipples suddenly stand up as she became aroused at the thought of him doing this. The command to let her body enjoy the sensations was working. He sank to his knees before her and let his hands run up and down the outside of her legs a few times, feeling the firm, feminine flesh beneath his fingers. Goose bumps broke out on her at his touch and his erection became almost painful beneath his shorts. He was touching Julie in intimacy! He moved his hands over her skin and across the back of her thighs, up over the rounded portion of her ass, until his fingers were touching cotton instead of skin. Grasping the waist of her panties he tugged downward, baring her lower stomach and the top of her pubic hair. It was blonde, just a few shades darker than that on her head. "This is really turning me on," she whispered from above him. "Me too," he agreed, letting his hands continue their work. He slid the panties the rest of the way down, allowing her to step out of them. As they fell, the odor of her sex hit his nose. Since she had been outside in the sun working in her garden her scent was very powerful, almost eye-watering at close range. The smell was of musk and sweat mixed together, almost feral in nature. Her pubic hair was slightly damp around her vulva; the curly blonde hairs matted a little. Her lips were peaking out at him from the nest, slightly reddened and swollen from her arousal, moisture clearly glinting on them. He could not resist letting his finger slide between them, feeling the slippery wetness of her membranes. "Ohh," she moaned at his touch, angling her hips forward, trying to force penetration. He rubbed up and down a few times, spreading her juices around, watching as her clit peeked out from its hood. Her clit was larger than Terry's, a little pinker in contrast to her pale skin. He let his knuckle slide over it, making her jump and squeal. "You like it when I touch your pussy?" he asked her, letting his finger slide between her folds. She was tight, very tight for a woman who had given birth less than a year ago. "Yess," she sighed, twirling her hips around. "I love it." "Does Rich touch you like this?" "No," she breathed as he continued to finger-fuck her. "He just jabs it in a few times before he fucks me. He's not as gentle." "Too bad," he observed. "Yes, it is," she agreed, clenching at him with her smooth thighs. Keeping his finger sheathed within her, he stood up, letting his other hand caress her breasts. His thumb rubbed her nipple, making it grow. "Do you ever think of me when you play with yourself?" he asked her, leaning down and kissing her bare shoulder. "Yes," she told him. "Quite often." "What do you think about me doing to you?" "Eating me," she said, her words a little broken as he moved his mouth to her slender neck and began nibbling. "I imagine Terry loaning you to me for a day, about you having to do whatever I say." "And what do you tell me to do?" he asked, biting her earlobe. "I make you kiss me everywhere. I make you suck my toes, my legs, my tits, and finally my pussy. I make you eat me all day long, in every position." "Would you like your fantasy to come true?" he asked her, adding another finger to her tightness, kissing his way across her face. "Oh yess!" "Show me how you rub yourself first," he told her. "Make yourself come in the bathtub for me. And then I'll eat you alive." "Oh yesss!" she cried, breaking free of the embrace. She climbed into the tub and immediately submerged her body beneath the water. She closed her eyes and began to run her hands up and down her body, over her breasts and over her inner thighs. "I am soooo horny right now," she told him. "Let's see you do your work," he told her, kicking off his own shoes. "I'm gonna jack off while you do it." Panting, she spread her legs obscenely, draping each of her feet on the sides of the tub. Her hand dropped into her crotch and her fingers began to rub, slowly at first, in little circles around her clit. Paul quickly undressed, revealing his turgid member. It was dripping with pre-come, the veins bulging out. Standing over the edge of the tub he took it in hand and began to stroke up and down while he watched her pleasure herself. Her hand began to move faster, with more force and so did his. Water began to splash from her efforts. Her face flushed bright red and she panted uncontrollably. Her hips began to undulate up and down. By the time he felt the inevitability of his own orgasm building within him her hand was a blur between her legs, her arm muscles bulging outward at the forced pressure upon herself. "I'm comingggg," she moaned. "Ohhhh Goddd!" As she came, so did he. Bracing himself against the wall to keep from falling he felt the tremors moving through his body and began to shoot. Blast after blast of hot sperm flew from his member, striking her face, her neck, splashing into the water near her submerged breasts. Her tongue lapped at a globule that was on her upper lip. "That was good," she sighed as she wiped the rest off her face with a washcloth. "I wish Rich would do things like that with me." "Maybe I'll see what I can arrange for you," he told her. "But in the meantime..." He held out his hand. "Shall we move on to part two of our little deal?" "I think we should," she said, taking his hand and allowing him to pull her from the tub. She dried off quickly and then led him to her bed. It was neatly made with a patterned blue comforter on top. She lay on her back atop it, her head on a pillow, her legs spread widely, an expectant expression on her face. He kneeled on the other end at her feet, taking her left leg in his hands and bringing her foot to his face. It was a small, dainty foot with professionally manicured nails. He rubbed it across his cheek a few times and then licked at the top of it, making her giggle. Finally, staring into her eyes, he took her big toe into his mouth, sucking it, bathing it with his saliva while his hands stroked her smooth shaven calf. She trembled beneath him, making little squealing noises as her fantasy came to life. He sucked her toes one by one, driving her nearly crazy with desire. It was obvious that her lower digits were a particularly erogenous zone for her. At last he left them behind and began to kiss his way up her ankle to her calf, alternating between licks and sucks, switching from one leg to the other. He spent a great deal of time on the back of her knees, an area that made her moan almost continuously as he licked it, and on her inner thighs, which he found particularly erotic. The skin there was baby soft and smooth. He licked up and down, kissing here, biting there, moving his mouth back and forth from one to the other and tasting that salty flesh. At last he worked his way up to the junction of her thighs and her crotch. He ran his tongue slowly through the groove here, feeling her pubic hair tickling his cheek, smelling her clean, fresh musk permeating the air. Instead of letting his lips attack her slit, he simply let his nose slide briefly through it, wetting the tip and branding her scent upon his face. She spasmed a little at the contact and then giggled in delight as his mouth came down on her lower stomach. He worked his way to the side, kissing up her flank, over her ribs until he came to her armpit. His mouth licked here a few times and then he was nibbling and kissing across her shoulder, up her neck, finally reaching her flushed face. While his hands went to work on her breasts he kissed her mouth for the better part of ten minutes, sliding his tongue inside where it swirled with hers on a film of saliva. She was a very good kisser. Not quite as good as Terry, but close. They sucked each other's tongues, each other's lips, alternating between teasing, playful kisses and deep, passionate ones. Finally he began to work his way downward once more, kissing her neck and her ears before working to the top of her chest. He slowly let the back of his tongue trail up the swell of her right breast until he contacted the nipple. He took the hard nubbin between his lips, suckling it like a baby while she ran her fingers through his hair. He switched back and forth between her two breasts, sucking her nipples into half-inch protrusions before continuing southward down her abdomen and over her stomach. He tongued her belly button for a moment and then followed the trail of downy hair until his nose was once more moving through her nest of golden curls. Her legs were still spread widely when he finally addressed her vagina. He positioned himself so that his face was hovering above her sex and her legs were draped over his shoulder. Her lips were swollen to an angry red thickness, her clit sticking out nearly a quarter of an inch from its sheath. Her odor was very strong in the air, the odor of lust, of desire. Slowly he lowered his face to her and let his tongue slide between those engorged lips, tasting the sharpness of her juices. "Ohhhh," she grunted, in ecstasy at his ministrations. He lapped gently at her, probing occasionally between her slippery lips with the tip of his tongue. He licked her up and down, spreading her with his fingers to enhance his access. When she began to buck up and down he slid a finger inside of her, quickly following it up with another. He moved them in and out, up and down, twirling them this way and that. His tongue began to stab gently at her clit, sliding over it, making it swell further. "Yes, ohhhh yessss," Julie panted as he stimulated her pleasure center. He began to suck lightly upon it, drawing it into his mouth as he had her nipple. The effect upon her was instant and dramatic. Her hips began to rise up and down; her fingers began to pull at his hair. He sucked harder, drawing the orgasm from her bit by bit until she was nearly screaming, her crotch nearly beating against his face. When her tremors died down he lifted his wet face from her crotch and looked at her. She was still quite flushed, a wide smile on her face. "Was that how I do it in your fantasy?" he asked her. "Exactly like it," she told him. "Exactly." She reached down and hooked her hands into his armpits, pulling him upward, forcing his body to lie atop her. She began to kiss his face, lapping at her own secretions with her tongue, cleaning them from his skin. He felt the tip of his cock nestled in her wet nest of hair. Her legs were still spread and it would only be matter of angling down and forward and he would be sheathed within her tightness. But he restrained himself. He let her kiss and lick at his face and neck for a moment and then he stopped her. He gave her one more kiss and then her rolled off of her until he was on his back. His cock stood proudly up in the air, waiting its turn. "Are you on birth control?" he asked her. "Yes," she panted. "The pill." "Good," he said, putting his hands behind his head. "I want you to get on top of me and fuck me now. Use your body to make me come in you. I don't want to have to move." She smiled a little doubtfully, raising up to her knees. "I've never done anything like that before," she said. "Rich always has me lie on my back." "I have every confidence in you," he said. "Now get to work." Sliding one leg over his body she straddled him, facing forward. She grasped his cock in her hands and positioned herself so that she was hovering right over the top of him. She rubbed the head in her saturated slit a few times, wetting it thoroughly. She then put it right between the lips. "Are you ready?" she asked him, a playful look on her face. "Yes," he said. "Fuck me good Julie." She sank down upon him, his cock sliding easily into her slippery tightness to the hilt. He groaned as he felt her pubis meet his, as he felt her curly hairs rubbing against his. She clenched her vaginal muscles knowingly, making her sheath even tighter, and then she slowly raised herself upward once more. She began to move up and down upon him, slowly at first and then with more speed as she got into the rhythm. He tried to lie still as she fucked him, tried to let her do the work, but her pussy felt so good upon his cock that he could not help but raise his hips upward on each of her downstrokes. Coupled with the intense physical pleasure she was providing him, the forbidden aspects of what he was doing to her was adding intensity to the experience he couldn't have fathomed before. He was lying in Julie's bedroom, on the bed she shared with her husband, and she was fucking his cock while the taste of her blonde pussy was still in his mouth. That was so excitingly wrong, so nasty, so taboo. He was only able to keep his hands behind his head for a minute or so while she humped atop him before the sight of her bouncing breasts got to him. He grabbed her tits, perhaps a little roughly but she didn't seem to mind. He squeezed them as she moved atop him, pinching the nipples between his fingers. "Come on, faster Julie," he ordered her, "fuck me faster. Make me come." She picked up her pace, sweat starting to run from her face now as her hips pistoned with more force. A wet squish and a drool of juices into his crotch accompanied each stroke. "Faster, harder," he commanded. "You can do it. Fuck that come out of me. Fuck it out of me!" Again she increased her force and speed. Finally he could take it no more. The sight of his beautiful neighbor pounding away as hard as she could, sweat flying off of her face, her juices pouring onto the bed, became too much for him. He felt his orgasm straining for release. Julie, sensing this, redoubled her efforts, moving her pelvis in circles in addition to up and down. "I'm gonna come in you," he grunted, his pelvis thrusting back at her. "You're making me come Julie, you're making me come!" "Yessss," she said, continuing to pump up and down, "Do it. Come in me." He passed the point of no return and tingles began to run up and down his spine. His orgasm spread throughout him, tensing every muscle, sending waves of pleasure exploding throughout him. With a groan he began to shoot inside of her clenching wetness, sending his sperm splashing against her cervix. "Oh Goddd, I can feel it!" she moaned, not missing a beat as she began to come as well. "I made you come! It's making ME come!" Afterward she collapsed atop him, her breasts pushing against his chest, her face buried in his sweaty neck, his cock still nestled in her drooling vagina. They held each other in silence as their heartbeats returned to normal, as the perspiration evaporated from their naked skin. At last she looked up at him, her face dry but her bangs still damp. "Why haven't we ever done this before?" she asked. "That was incredible." He kissed her nose, letting his fingers stroke her smooth back. "I guess we just never thought about it before," he told her. "We simply HAVE to do this again," she said. "How about tomorrow afternoon?" "I'll be at work tomorrow," he told her. "Oh," she said. "Well how about tomorrow night then? Maybe after dinner?" "Won't Rich be home then?" he asked. "Well sure," she said, the look of puzzlement back on her face. "What does that have to do with anything?" "I don't really think old Rich would appreciate me coming in and fucking his wife while he's home." The look remained. "Why wouldn't he?" she asked. "It's just fucking. There's nothing unusual about that, is there? I don't see why he would mind you fucking me." This was such a bizarre conversation, Paul thought, almost as bizarre as the one he had had with President Clinton the night before. But then it occurred to him why. He had programmed Julie to believe that nothing that they did in her house was unusual. To her, the idea of giving her body to the next door neighbor was as natural and common as borrowing a cup of sugar or a power tool. He certainly could not leave her like that. "We'll see," he finally told her, his mind already starting to go over his exit order to her. By the time he got himself dressed he thought he had it. "Julie," he told her, projecting as he spoke. "The moment I walk out this door you will forget that I was ever here and that we ever talked to each other or saw each other today. In your memories this day will have gone as most of your other weekdays go. Your moral code and your ideas on right and wrong will go right back to the way that they always were. You will take a long shower, cleansing yourself thoroughly, particularly your vaginal area. If you feel soreness or if your receive any other indications that you had any sort of sexual contact today you will ignore them and not speculate on their origins." "Okay," Julie said, smiling and kissing his face affectionately. He thought for a moment. Had he left anything out? Had he forgotten some small detail that would come back to haunt him? He could not be sure but he also could not think of anything else to add. He would keep an eye on Julie over the next few days. They shared one last kiss before Paul walked out the door. The moment it closed Julie found herself staring at it, wondering what she was doing there. Why had she gone to the door? She did not know. "God," she said to herself, shaking her head a little. "I'm such a blonde sometimes." She looked at the clock and saw that Kyla would be waking up any time from her nap. Where had her day gone? She hadn't even finished her laundry or her house cleaning yet. Well, she had better get on it right quick so she would be finished before Rich came home. But first, she really needed to take a shower. Though she had already taken her bath after gardening she still felt dirty for some reason. She began to walk towards the bathroom. As she moved through the hallway she distantly noticed that her crotch was aching in a pleasant way and that she felt kind of... well wet down there. But it wasn't important. She dismissed it. As she walked past the bed on her way to the bathroom she noticed a large white stain on the blue comforter. It almost looked as if... well, no that couldn't be it. She hadn't done anything like that. As instructed she ignored the stain and went in to start her shower. More later perhaps. 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