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She again swayed her hips, back and forth, slowly, surely, and
intentionally all the while looking directly at my eyes. "Yes, this is
all going to work out quite well."
I was a mass of confusion. I couldn't move my body, I couldn't speak. I
had just been injected by some drug that somehow compelled me to obey
anything I was told to do. My young step daughter was standing in front
of me wearing only a bra, panties and high heels, and she was taunting
me. She was talking of things unheard of and unbelievable to me as if I
was supposed to know all about them. She smiled again and her radiant
face showed just how pleased she was. Another small giggle and then, "I
need to go get changed. While I'm gone, you will undress. You will take
off all of your clothes, take them to the hamper in the wash room and
then return to that exact spot. You will do those things and nothing else
and when you get back to that spot, you will again be stuck, unable to
move, a statue, a mannequin. You will wait for me to return."
With that she took off almost running up the stairs while I obediently,
helplessly took off my clothes. My mind was twisting and swirling even
more and for a moment I thought I was going to pass out from pure
bewilderment. I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening.
Yesterday I was master of my domain. I had a wife who made lots of money,
a great house and all the toys a man could want. My wife was almost
always willing and great in bed and she never seemed displeased that
while she worked I putzed around the house, keeping it fairly clean but
mostly wasting time on my endless variety of hobbies.
Walking, almost like a zombie, taking the clothes I had just removed to
the hamper in the wash room I remembered Heather's mention of vacation
while talking on the phone with my wife. Once again confusion and dismay
swept over me. "My wife was going away-Without me?" I felt like I was
caught in Hitchcock movie and I was playing the dufe. I stumbled and
almost fell as vertigo and dizziness wrenched not only my mind, but my
entire body. My stomach churned and I thought I might be sick but then I
simply continued into the wash room and deposited my clothes in the
hamper.
It seemed it was getting harder to think. My shock and dismay seemed to
be ebbing away along with my questions and concerns about what was
happening. As I neared my spot on the living room carpet I felt almost
blissful. I reached the spot; as close to where I had been standing as I
could. I turned to face in the same direction I had been and then
suddenly Heather was back in front of me, speaking to me, telling me to
look at her.
I would have screamed with fright if I could have moved. She seemed to
appear out of nowhere and then I noticed the shadows coming from the
kitchen window blinds had lengthened considerably. I realized that once I
had resumed my position, I had done just as she ordered and waited for
her. At the time I had no idea that while waiting for her I would lose
all perception and awareness. I must truly have been standing there,
naked, helpless and completely like a lifeless statue or mannequin.
"You are turning out to be a very good pet," I heard her say. I know she
said something before that, but it was lost in the oblivion my mind had
become. Somewhere between no where and here, lost to me. She smiled again
and her face radiated beauty, strength and intelligence. At her command I
looked at her. I looked at her face and slowly down her body and then
back up. She had indeed changed clothes and was now wearing black spandex
bike riding shorts and a black spandex crop top. Her small, firm breasts
made perfect mounds in the tight fabric. Her hair, which was long and
loose before was now in a ponytail and there were bootie socks and tennis
shoes on her feet.
"Yes, you like looking at me," she said. "You like looking at my body.
You like looking at my eyes, my lips. You want to look at me. You want to
see my thin, graceful neck, my tight and firm tummy. You want to see my
long, smooth legs and my elegant feet." Seeming almost absent-minded she
slowly turned away and walked into the kitchen returning a few moments
later with a bottle of water.
Looking at me and smiling, or was it smirking, she took a long drink of
the water and then said, "The injection I gave contained a form of
Burundanga. You probably have no idea what it is, and that's ok. It is
quite popular in many South American countries and mom arranged delivery
to me of this special extract. I had a wonderful time on my visit there
and my mom's friends taught me all about how this drug can be used to
enslave and control a person.
Down there, in South America, it is mostly used in a cruder form by
thieves who drug their victims and then have them willingly give over
their money and jewelry and often charge large amounts to their credit
cards. The criminals almost never get caught because the next day, after
it is over, the victim remembers almost nothing. Not even what the
culprit looked like.
What I injected you with has been, , , well, let's just say it's been
tampered with a bit. Your mind is just as helpless to resist commands but
you will remember most everything that happens. It will of course require
at least daily injections to keep you in this state, at least for awhile
- eventually you will become naturally and innately submissive and
obedient."
She set the water bottle aside and again looked directly into my eyes.
Her eyes captivated me and held my gaze to her's but I could still see
her once again swaying her hips from side to side, sliding her hands over
her body, caressing her smooth thighs, her firm stomach and her supple
breasts. She smiled as she watched me grow to attention and as she rubbed
her hands gently between her legs and I could see her nipples grow
beneath the spandex top.
She reached out and touched me, just lightly, just a little on my soft
underside and I quivered helplessly almost ready to explode but then it
was over and she was just standing there, a grin, no this time it was
definitely a smirk, on her face. "Follow me," she flatly said and walked
towards the kitchen. Without even a thought as to what I was doing I
started walking behind her.
My eyes took in all of her body from behind. For a girl her age she had
strong shoulders and though they were not especially wide, I could see
the strength and power in them. Her back was straight and taunt; her tan
shaded her like golden skin. Her waist was so narrow and flowed so
perfectly down to her small and firm hips. She wiggled a bit; I know just
to tease me.
She paused for a moment at the door to the basement. She looked at me,
looked me up and down and her smile widened as she saw my physical
display of arousal. "Oh, I bet you'd like to touch that, wouldn't you?"
she chided. "Or even better, I bet you'd like me to touch it again." I
wanted to say yes. I wanted to say yes to everything, to anything. Yes to
anything that would end this. My breathing was fast and hard and there
were tremors flinching all through my body. I wanted to say yes. I wanted
to run away. I wanted to touch her. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted
this to just be a dream and to awaken. I wanted kiss her. I wanted to
touch myself. I wanted her to kiss me. I wanted this to never end. I
wanted to look at her. I wanted to see her. I wanted to shake off this
delusion and go out for a drive. I wanted to be her's forever.
Her face, radiant and glowing with beauty, confidence and superiority
again emptied my mind and left me at peace, patient and calm as her smile
filled my world. I watched as she opened the door and I followed her down
the stairs to the basement.
She led me to the far back, dark corner of the basement where there was a
small closet. Opening the closet door she told me to take everything out.
Mindlessly, even happily I took all the stuff out of the closet. It was
mostly junk left by the previous owner. She then pointed my large, fluffy
sleeping bag in the main part of the basement and told me to bring it and
to fold it over and fit it in the closet. I was smiling as I trotted over
to get it and carry it back to her.
Somewhere inside I was screaming and crying over the humiliation and
shame of running around naked, erect, hard, excited and completely
helpless with my 14 year old step-daughter directing me as if I were a
puppet.
I had to fold the sleeping bag over many times to get it to fit into the
small closet and when I was done Heather told me to kneel on it, in the
closet, with my face and nose pressed into the corner. She told me to
remain there, not to move except to keep trying to get my nose to touch
the very corner. She closed the closet door and I heard her going up the
stairs.
I was trying so hard to get my nose to touch that center, that place
where the two walls came together. I was pushing my face against those
walls, my cheeks becoming flattened and raw with the rough texture of the
walls imprinting them. My arms dangled loosely at my sides and my legs
seemed more like a seat than legs. I pressed my face into the corner,
trying in vain to touch my nose to that corner, the corner she had
command me to touch and I thought about her.
My face ever more sinking into that corner I thought about her. I thought
about her deep, blue eyes, so big, so lovely, so captivating. In my mind
I heard her voice; soft, musical, happy and full of life. As my face
pushed deeper into the corner my mind saw her legs, smooth, strong and
powerful in front of me as I knelt at her feet. I saw her towering over
me and felt her control and knew I was in love with her and would do
anything for her.
I didn't hear her come down the stairs or notice when she opened the
closet door. I was too far away. She grabbed a handful of my hair and
pulled my face away from the corner and me somewhat to the center of the
closet. "This is working out well," she said. "You have been even easier
to catch than we expected." I felt cold, hard metal against my neck.
"This piece of chain is your collar. And this lock," click, "will make
sure it never comes off. There is a key for that lock, but I'm not sure
where it's at," she added.
"Turn around and look at me," she commanded. I immediately squirmed on my
knees to face her and I looked up, over and past her tight, firm body to
fixate on her eyes. "You have been taken; taken by me. I'm guessing even
you are smart enough to realize that by now. From the time that needle
went into your neck and I pushed that liquid into you until I decide I
have no more use for you, you are mine. Mine as anything I own is mine.
Mine as a pair of shoes I wear and give no regard to. Mine as some thing
I may give away or loan out. Mine.
"Now I want you to say it. Tell me."
I couldn't help myself, my mouth opened and I spoke. "I am yours."
"Yes," she said, "you are. Now bend over and kiss the toe of my left
shoe." It seemed a natural movement as I leaned forward and kissed her
shoe. "Look up at me," she laughed. "Look slowly, look at every part of
my body. See my legs, see that soft and precious 'V' between them. Look
at my smooth, firm and tight tummy disappearing into these tight, black
shorts. See my hard and strong tummy going up as it again disappears
under the smooth spandex and look at those graceful, smooth mounds that
are my breasts. Look up to my face and see my eyes. See Me. See me and
know that you are Mine."
Jerri
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