The journey


My subjects were a married, middle-aged couple, with two adult children. They danced to my tune, for my pleasure. Their lives changed and they were changed. This particular journey ended in the middle of August 2011.

I may chronicle another journey or regale you with my considerable wisdom but, for now at least, it is journey's end.

Friday, 10 June 2011

The power of suggestion

Kim arrived dressed in a simple, black, one-piece dress that finished above the knee. She wore patent red stiletto shoes, with a matching red clutch-bag and red belt. I had planned no further role-play, so her appearance was of her own choosing.

I drank her in. My eyes roved from her bright eyes, down past her scarlet lips, lingered on her pale neck, caressed her ample breasts, down past the belt - pausing momentarily for an involuntary sniff, though I was some distance away  - and then on down her legs to her bright red feet. And then the same in reverse, finishing at a face that was begging for approval.

I smiled reassuringly and said, "you look very sexy Kim. Very sexy."

"I didn't overdo it?" she asked, still seeking reassurance.

"Not for me. For me this is perfect. What a change from when we first met," I said.

"You said I would look good in black?" she said.

"You do," I said.

"And you said you like red?"

"I do," I said

"And all men like high heels?"

"They do," I said.

"So, I look OK?" she said.

"Maybe we should skip lunch?" I said, tongue-in-cheek, the half-joke finally relaxing her into a smile. "You would be able to earn a lot of money like that," I said. She blushed at what she assumed was a joke. "Have you lost a little weight?" I asked.

"Yes, just a few pounds. Does it show?"

"It does indeed," I said.

After lunch, back in the room, I sat in an armchair and said, "why don't you slowly undress for me?"

She undid the belt and dropped it to the floor, One foot moved to the heel of the other, on its way too kicking off a shoe. "No leave them on," I said.

She reached around and unzipped her dress which fell to floor revealing more of Marks and Spencer's finest lingerie. "Mmm," I said, with pleasure and approval, "why don't you pose for me?" She hesitated for a moment but was soon into it. I encouraged her by unzipping my flies and showing my obvious pleasure at her display.

"Turn away from me and touch your toes, " I said. She turned back, to see my mobile phone pointing straight at her. "Just for my private pleasure. To remind me of you when I am away next week, " I said.  She looked slightly unsure but I pressed on, "go on, do something naughtier for the camera. Show me the inner porn star." And so she did, the inhibitions dropping away as her arousal increased, fuelled by our mutual masturbations. And so it was that here came to a video on my mobile phone, of Kim fingering herself and asking me to fuck her.

What Kim didn't realise was that it wan't her appearance that had aroused me; though I admit to have found her it easy on the eye. What really aroused me was that she had dressed to please me, as a consequence of my suggestions. I  had not attempted to tell her to do anything. I had merely let her know the things that that I liked and she had responded. I think she may be very suggestible. I wonder how far I will be able to take that game before she begins to resist?

As we got dressed, after a couple of hours of fucking every which way, I said, "you know, I will delete all of the pictures from the phone if you want?" It was a lie, of course.

"Well, it might..."

But I didn't let her finish. "But it would be sooo good to have something to remind me of you and to wank over while I away."

"OK then," she said, "but what do I have to remember you?"

I went over to my jacket and pulled out a small grey box. She opened it, to reveal a short, thin, gold chain, with a clasp at the end. "Oh, for me?" she said, surprised and then perplexed as she raised the tiny chain it towards her neck.

"It goes around your ankle silly, " I said. She gave one of those I'm-so-stupid looks and  secured it in place. "Dare you not to take it off while I am away," I said. She smiled sheepishly but I have to report that she was wearing it when we left.

So tomorrow, I fly to Las Vegas. I will chat to John tonight, as has become usual on a Friday, and I will communicate with Kim and John while I am away. I may not, however, get time to post on here until I return. If I do get time, I will keep you updated and maybe tell you a little about Vegas and perhaps my hosts, The Gamblers.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous02:58

    ;-) Brillant writing. Born talent. Your tale is a volcano waiting to happen.

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  2. Anonymous00:48

    How did You make out before You left, Sir?

    billy
    bk100000@verizon.net

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  3. Anonymous13:44

    Billy, I would tell you to shut the fuck up but you would like that, wouldn't you? Anyway, you annoy me.

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