0 comments/ 16102 views/ 3 favorites Perfect By: Lil_Lucy He was just an online fuck buddy. I have maybe thirty on my IM. When my husband is at work or when he's just not scratching that itch I can get online and be sure that one or two of them will be online and ready to talk dirty to me, to play to my fantasies or to watch me on cam as I make myself cum harder than I ever could alone. He was just one of many. True he pushed my buttons harder than anyone else ever had. We would voice chat and his gravelly voice and accent would just melt me. I would soak my panties before I even touched myself. I loved pleasing him, and he had a ravenous appetite for me. He was good looking. Not too old, not too young. Dark brown eyes, olive skin, big arms - arms big enough to hold me down - and an amazing cock. Sure he made my stomach flip every time he signed on and my clit would throb when he messaged me "Come here pussy cat.." But I truly never ever thought I'd even get a chance to fuck him. We were worlds apart. It was cybersex pillow talk. Something he did when many others didn't. So sometimes he felt more like a friend than just a fuck-buddy. I was sitting in my chair, my little skirt hiked up around my waist, my pussy gaping after having been desperately fucked by three of my fingers. "What are you doing next week? Will you be online?" I asked him. "I'll be out of town baby - sorry to disappoint. Business trip to Hawaii." My stomach did that flip thing again. My pussy throbbed. "Hawaii? Next week? No way...." "Why? Can't I go to Hawaii?" "I'm ... traveling through Hawaii airport next week. The end of the week. I'm going home to visit my family for a few days," I waited. There was such a long silence I thought I might have scared him away. Finally he replied, "I fly out Friday evening. Will I miss you?" "I fly in Friday afternoon." I knew this was leading somewhere dangerous. It was too good to be true though! It felt like fate. I didn't care and I couldn't stop it. I felt like a train trying to brake, heading toward the bridge that was washed out. "Are you wet again? Thinking about where this could go?" "Soaked." "Mmmm Kitten. I want you. Can I have you?" I didn't hesitate. "Where and When?" So that was how it happened. I need you to know I don't make a habit of this kind of thing. I swear Hawaii airport has never seen a better dressed traveler. I know because I was drawing the stares of all the business men. We were even flying on the same airline, so we agreed to meet in the airline lounge. I was a little early, but that made me feel a little better. I checked my bags then went to the lounge where I freshened up in the bathroom and ordered a drink at the bar. We knew what each other looked like so there was none of that awkward "I'll be wearing such and such and carrying a blue bag" stuff. I was dressed to kill though. In the little skirt he liked. Grey tartan and almost too short for any kind of modesty. And a black figure hugging shirt with a scoop neck that showed off my chest. A red jeweled crucifix nestled at my collar bone drew the eye to my neckline. Heels, lacy panties and bra completed the outfit. I perched on the bar stool and sipped my drink. I watched the clock. Checked my cell. Then suddenly I was aware that there was someone behind me. Close to me. Pressed against my back. "She'll have another bartender" I knew that voice. But it felt so strange to hear it so close to my ear. He really was here! This was happening! God he smelled fantastic. The bartender raised an eyebrow but slid me another drink. My friend slipped into the stool beside me. I must have looked like a doe in the headlights. I panted. He was eating me with his eyes. Every inch. "I don't know if I can wait for you to finish that drink," He growled at me. I gulped and took a few big sips. "Lick your lips." He ordered me. I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and wet it. "Uh-uh," He shook his head no, "Stick your tongue out and lick them." I looked around, hesitant. Nobody seemed to have noticed, though the bartender was eyeing us. I slipped the tip of my tongue out and wet my lips. Then, a nervous habit, I chewed on the corner of my bottom lip. "Now take another drink and spread your legs a little wider" There was no question of disobeying him. He just demanded it and it made me giddy. That and the alcohol. I spread them wide enough that he could glimpse my panties and I leaned along the bar, pressing my breasts against the cool counter and sipping my drink. He reached out and traced a long sunkissed finger over the jewel in the center of the crucifix. My throat fluttered. I know he noticed. "Finish it. Now." I gulped it down and it burned my throat. My eyes watered. He pushed our ticket to the bartender and grabbed my hand. "Where are we going?" I hissed as I tottered after him. He pulled me around the corner and down a hallway. "Don't ask questions! Just do as I say. You need this and I can barely contain myself so if you don't want to be ravaged in this hallway in front of God and everybody you better walk faster." I did. We came to a door and suddenly I realized we were in the shower suites. Of course! He opened the door and we slipped inside and it was like we had just entered our own private hotel room. I didn't but half a second to look around as slammed the door and thrust me against the tile wall and bit down on the top of my breast. I moaned as his hands explored me. "God you're such a slut for me. Look at you!" He pulled back as I stared at him panting, wanting his touch. He reached out and grabbed the front of my skirt and ripped. A button popped. "HEY!" "I hope you have a change of clothes," "But..." "Shut up!" And his mouth covered mine and devoured it. I surrendered. The skirt was ripped completely from my thighs. He was strong. And pushing me so hard into the wall I couldn't breathe. I felt his hard cock pushing intently at the fabric of my panties as those long fingers grabbed either side of my neckline and RIPPED, literally TORE my shirt open. He grabbed my hair and turned me to the side so he could pull it from my arms. Tugging it and throwing it on top of the skirt. I stood shivering in my heels. Then with one hand he pushed me back agasint the wall and took several steps back. Just staring at me. I flushed all over. I could see myself in the mirror behind him. I did look like a doe in the headlights. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm little girl you are too sexy." he said as his eyes moved over my stomach and thighs. He sat down on the toilet, with the cover down, and pulled his pants down to his ankles and then he motioned to me "Here kitty kitty" and I stepped towards him, feeling sexier than ever before. "Kitties don't walk on two legs" he growled and I knew exactly what to do. Dropping to all fours and crawling toward him like a cat - slinking my body along the floor. I reached him and put both hands on his knees, and flexed my claws - digging my nails into his knees. He reached out and grabbed my hair pulling me up onto my feet and forward until I was sitting on top of him. I settled into his lap. My lace panties were the only thing protecting my pussy from his straining cock. I had a feeling they were about to be torn too and sure enough it took him just one hand, one pull. I gasped as the fabric burned my skin as he tore it. One of his hands slid down over my shaved pussy and that long finger delved deep into my wet, wet pussy. "AaAhAh!" I grabbed for his shoulders for support. He worked that finger fast and hard. All I could do was hug his shoulders and hold on. I was panting harshly in his ear. He finger fucked my pussy hard and fast over and over, working his finger into my g-spot until I was about to explode. I was so close to cumming all over his hand. I tipped my head back, my eyes rolled back. That was when he lifted me and forcibly impaled me on his cock. One stroke. I let out a yell - choked and pained as his huge cock spread my little cunt. "FUCK!" "Look at me you little slut when I fuck you. I want to see what I'm doing to you in your eyes when you cum," And with that he tipped me backwards, lowering me down onto the floor. He followed me with his body till he crushed me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. His cock pushing deeper into me than ever. I wrapped my legs around him. Clinging on for dear life. He worked his hips back and forth, forcing his cock in and out harder and harder. One hand came to my throat, wrapping those fingers around my neck. My moan was choked out and I couldn't breathe. He fucked me harder and harder till tears ran down my cheeks. His only reaction was to press himself closer to lick them from my cheeks. Then to kiss me hard and force his tongue into my mouth. His brown eyes staring into mine, penetrating my mind.. my heart even as he penetrated me with his cock. Over and over. I convulsed and he shook me. "LOOK AT ME!" I forced my eyes open as I came. Obeying him even as every other piece of sense, reason and logic fled from my mind. My pupils dilated and my face shook. He bit down on my lip as he pistoned into me one last time, coating the inside of my ravaged cunt with his hot seed. I sobbed with release and he pulled out, just sitting back and watching the cum seep from my cunt. He smeared it over my lips with a finger and thumb. I blushed in humiliation and adoration. I licked them one last time for him. My tongue slipping over my lips and tasting his seed. "Perfect." He said and he pulled out a hand held camera and before I could realize what had happened he had taken a picture of me like that. "I'll miss my flight little Kitty," was all he said, "But you were PERFECT!" and he was gone. Just like that. I looked around and remembered I had checked my bags and I did not have any kind of change of clothes with me. Fuck! When I finally arrived at my destination in my torn clothes, the people were staring at me like I was a hooker, and a cheap one at that. I turned my cellphone on as I dragged my bag as quickly as possible to a bathroom. My mother didn't need to see me in this shape. It beeped at me and I opened the message to see the picture of me he had taken as he left. There I was lying in my bra and heels with my clothes ripped from my body. Cum on my lips and leaking from my pussy, red marks all over my body. My nipples hard and a far-away look in my eye. That was me. It really had happened. The picture proved it. The text message read "You're my screen saver now. What do you think? When can we do this again?" "I fly back in two weeks" I texted back with a shaky thumb. Beep-Beep went my phone. "Perfect." Perfect Sitting in his father's cabin at his favorite lake outside of town, he thought back over the past year. How had it come to this? How could he have let his life take the path that he was on now? The world he had known had been crumbling around him for the better part of three months. Now the situation he found himself in was irreversible. All he wanted was to turn back the clock, but that clock was worn and broken, just like his once promising life. Thinking back to that defining moment almost a year before, the memories flooded his mind. They had met at the gym he attended three times a week almost religiously. Not that he was a health nut whom wanted to have the body of a God; in fact, he went three times a week in an attempt to stay as healthy as possible. His father had died at a relatively young age of heart disease, as well as extra time away from his frigid wife.. There she was, on a treadmill right next to him. Unable to take his eyes off her, he had actually found that his breathing had quickened its pace. His stomach had those butterflies that so many people had described throughout history. Although until that point, the phenomena had never presented itself not even with his wife whom he had thought the love of his life. Tossing fidelity to the wind, he approached her a couple of weeks later. He had never been so nervous in his entire life. She was not the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, but she was everything he had always thought he wanted physically in a woman: toned body, not athletic; amazingly cute, not model beautiful. Her eyes were what grabbed his attention as he approached. A magnificent blue grey, the likes he had rarely seen. After only a few minutes in her presence, he found himself acting like a nervous teenager. To his surprise, she accepted his invitation to dinner. The relationship moved along at a slow pace. They had spent just over two months together before it became sexual. That first time together had been the most amazing experience of his life. He loved the feel of her body, the smell of her skin, the little noises she made when they were snuggled together in bed afterwards. It was in those moments after their first time together that he fell in love with her. How things had changed since that day. He had promised her he would leave his wife. Since they had yet to have children, this was merely a formality as far as he was concerned. The day he had told her he would was the day everything changed. Arriving home, his wife immediately confronted him with a short stack of photographs. She kicked him out of the house only moments later without even giving him the chance to defend himself, although he knew he had no defense in the matter. His father's small cabin would be his home for the time being. He knew it was all a setup when she stopped answering his calls. It was not long before he found that his business partner had been sleeping with his wife for almost two years, and the new love of his life had actually been a setup. His partner had known what his true dream woman was like and found someone that fit the bill. She had kept him sufficiently busy and away from the office, enough to enact a complete take over of the company. He had lost everything he had built. He was the one that made the company what it was, not his so-called friend. Now it was all over. His wife was likely to get everything in the divorce settlement considering the prenuptial agreement that they had drawn up before marrying. He had agreed to a stipulation that in case of infidelity all bets were off. She had the proof. He did not. He held all the cards now though. He laughed to himself as he gazed across the small main room of the cabin. He held all the cards indeed. His wife and partner were face down on the floor tied up. He had taken them at gunpoint. Every time he looked them in the eyes, he could see their terror. He had forced himself on his wife twice in the previous twenty-four hours. His belt had provided him with entertainment as he had used it on them numerous times, not drawing any blood, but to show them who was in charge. He did not like what he had become, but decided that they had brought it on themselves. His mind drifted back to his lover. The entire time she had been tied to the bed in the other room. Obviously terrified from the things she had heard in the main room. It was now time to get reacquainted with her as well. Standing up he strode into the bedroom still completely nude. They had all been that way since he brought them there. Upon entering the room she immediately began to whimper and beg through her taped mouth, all the while fighting with her bindings as she laid spread eagle on the old bed. God she really is perfect he thought. Well, as far as her physical appearance had been, she was perfect. The rest was still a big question. She had sent him a text, apologizing to him profusely. Saying she was so very sorry for what she had done, and even though she had been paid, she told him that she really did care for him. Although he felt bad for what he was about to do, he needed to one more time. He had planned this out very carefully. Knowing that she was not on birth control, the kidnapping was timed for her most fertile period. Having not had sex with her without a condom on, this was going to be a very pleasurable experience for him. Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself over her. Looking down into her eyes, she had a few small tears leaking from those amazing eyes. Leaning in, he kissed one eyelid, then the other, and without warning he plunged his manhood into her velvety canal. Sinking to the bottom in one stroke, surprised that she was already providing the fluid needed for easy entry, he was immediately in a state of heaven. Grabbing hold of a small breast in each hand, he squeezed hard and lightly pinched her beautifully shaped buds protruding from those gorgeous mounds, enticing a muffled squeal of pleasure from his siren. Pulling back until just the tip of his cock was just inside her and slammed back in, grinding himself into her as hard as he could. My God, he would miss that amazing body of hers. Removing his right hand from her left breast, he reached under her and grabbed hold of her near perfect heart-shaped ass. Slowly he built up a rhythm, gliding in and out of her for the next twenty minutes. He was in heaven. He never thought sex could feel this good. His wife's pussy had always been nice, but this was out of this world. He wanted it to last as long as possible, but knew he could not hold on long. Looking into her eyes, he knew he had to feel her kiss this one last time as well. When he pulled the tape from her mouth, she begged for his forgiveness. He said nothing as he forced his mouth to hers. Breathing in her breath, tasting her for one last time, he came hard -- harder than he had in all his life. Finishing with the kiss, he lifted his upper body from atop her and began to say he was sorry. Before he got the first word out, she screamed then the bang sounded. As the world went black, he heard her say she loved him. Perfect My afternoon didn't start out as perfect. I knew Keith was having a rough day the minute I walked in the door from work. The music thumped away with the bass turned up far too much. That was never a good sign. When the music was too loud, it meant his writing was not going as planned. When he felt like he was blocked, Keith could be downright unbearable. I didn't touch the stereo controls, since that would do no good. It usually only made him cranky. On the other hand, I wasn't going to just leave him upset. I had to break him out of his stress in another way. Luckily, I knew just what to do. The idea had come to me weeks before. I could tell it was time to use it. He hadn't called out to me, so I knew he was totally unaware of my presence. I stripped down to my underwear, tossing my clothes in the hamper inside the hall bathroom. Even though the music was up so loud, I moved quietly. Surprise would make this sweeter. It only took a moment to tie my hair back just so and apply a bit more lipstick. A quick spritz of cologne in just the right place almost completed the effect I wanted. I surveyed myself in the mirror. Black lace bra and matching panties...cologne...perfect. I crept out of the bathroom and headed down the hall. I paused by the door to his study, cracking the door ever so slightly. The music drowned the noise. He was hunched over the computer, staring at a mostly white screen. I winced. Keith hated experiencing writer's block. I could see the tension in his shoulders and back as he glared at the monitor. The speakers were even louder up here. I kept the door open for a breath more, just long enough to notice the position of the webcam. It was pointed at him and turned on. Perfect. I eased the door closed and tiptoed to the bedroom. We had another computer set up there, in case he came up with an idea in the middle of the night and didn't want to wait the fifteen steps it would take to get him to the study. I turned it on and watched as it connected to the house network. As soon as it was up and running, I called up the spiral program. A teasing smile curved my lips. Yes, Keith would have a real stress-breaker in a moment. It only took me a few minutes to program the spiral. The program had been a gift from a dear friend. It had originally been intended to help me get through my insomnia. After Keith saw how well it helped me sleep, he used it to help him quit smoking. We were both delighted with the results. Over time, I'd discovered a few additional ways to use the program. I had no idea if its creator had intended it for those purposes, but something told me he wouldn't mind. Once I was done with the programming, every word planned and the music ready, I shadow controlled Keith's machine. One look at his text file made me wince. I knew where he had stopped the night before. He had only managed to get another thousand words into his writing outline. No wonder he was stressed out. Well, that was about to change. I sent the program across the network to his machine. I gave it the instruction to run in the background while I lowered the volume on his machine slowly and almost imperceptibly. I could see Keith on the webcam. He didn't even notice the music getting quieter at first. When he blinked and looked down at the control, I triggered the spiral program to go to the foreground. He blinked and froze immediately. I watched his eyes glaze and lock on the center of the spiral. I knew the words that would soon be flashing across the screen. If I wanted to, I could foreground the program on my own machine and see them on my monitor. I knew better than to do that, though. If I did, I'd be slipping away myself. Keith's eyes began to water a bit. I watched him as he started to blink. My cheeks flushed as I felt arousal rising within me. I got up and padded over to the closet, grabbing my favorite pair of heels. When I glanced back at the machine, his body had slumped back further into his chair. His eyes were heavy-lidded and staring. Perfect. I opened the door, aware that the sounds from the speakers were beginning to affect me as well. Everything seemed slightly unreal. The humming was made to send the brain into a light trance state, and even though the music masked it to an extent I was still aware of it. I shivered as I opened the door to the study, still moving as quietly as I could. All the tension in his shoulders was gone. Keith rested limply in the comfortable typing chair. It was the best kind he could find, made to totally support his body while he wrote. I knew he could fall asleep in it. The spiral held his full attention, spinning slowly and entrancingly on the screen. The words were still rising up out of its depths. I knew what they said. "Relax...slip deeper...and deeper...wait...to be commanded...wait...and slip deeper...and deeper...relax..." I stepped forward and began to say them along with the screen, trying not to look at the spiral myself. "Relax...deeper...and wait...to be commanded...sleep...so deep...and wait...deeply hypnotized..." As he heard my voice along with the words, Keith sighed. One hand slipped off the chair armrest and hung down by it, totally passive. I knelt down by him and began to stroke his face. "Relax...and go deeper...relax...and let your eyes close...relax..." His eyes, reddened from effort, all but slammed shut. He let out a soft whimper of relief. "Good...and go deeper...and deeper...letting it all go...letting everything go...but my voice...and my commands..." His lips vibrated slightly as if he was repeating what I was saying. "The humming and buzzing makes it so hard to think, Keith. You don't want to think any more. All you want is to relax and go deeper...to relax and let go...to relax and surrender..." I whispered in his ear, guiding him into a very deep trance. After his arm floated up in the air at my command, hovered there, and then fell back to his side, I was satisfied. "Good. Now, you are going to get out of the chair and crawl slowly to the bedroom. The closer you get, the sleepier and more aroused you will feel. Your mind will go more and more blank with each inch you crawl. When you get to the bedroom, you will strip and kneel, waiting for command. Repeat your commands, Keith." I felt another rush of heat at the slow, dreamy, sleepy tone of his voice as he repeated everything I'd just told him. "Good boy," I reassured. "Obey now." He slid down to the floor and began to crawl to the door. I opened it for him and watched him make his way down the hall. When he reached the bedroom, he turned and went inside. I leaned on the door frame and observed him taking off his clothes. He was already fully hard, his body waiting the pleasure of more commands. I took a deep breath and stepped in front of him where he knelt by the bed. "Look up and open your eyes, Keith," I ordered. "Look up and look deep into my eyes, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper into a deep, hypnotized, obedient warmth." His head tilted back and his eyes flickered open, gazing blankly into my own. I could see the slight twitch as he got even harder. "Very good. You are going deeper. You love to go deeper. You love to relax. You love to kneel for your Mistress." At that, he let out a gasp and whimpered. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting it slide down my arms and to the floor at his feet. One of the cups draped itself over his shaft and I leaned down to free it. I couldn't resist stroking the silk over his hot skin, prompting another moan as our eyes remained locked. "Good boy. You obey so well. You're so deep." "So deep," he whisper-gasped. "Obeying..." Perfect. "Yes, Keith, you're obeying." I slipped my panties down, letting them pool at my feet as I sat down on the bed and spread my legs. "And now, you'll obey even more...you're going to be allowed to make your Mistress come." I watched as he swallowed, his eyes never leaving mine, his body flushed with heat. "You can smell my arousal, Keith. It's making you even hotter, even more aroused. Your body aches to meld with mine, your tongue is already wanting to move, to lick, to taste, to explore. Your mind goes deeper at the scent of my heat. Your mind goes hotter at the thought of going deep. When your eyes close again, you will melt against your Mistress's body and do everything in your power to please your Mistress until she comes." His eyes stayed just as blank as ever, but his body was all but vibrating. "Good boy, Keith. Good boy. Your eyes are getting heavier again...heavier and sleepier...but you can't look away from my eyes until you have permission." Keith strained to keep his eyes open, trying so hard to obey. I watched and deepened his trance until he was moaning with effort, then leaned forward and whispered "Sleep." His eyes sagged closed despite his best effort, and his body slumped against mine. Then a shudder went through him and Keith began to nuzzle and lick and nibble. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the bed, letting him please me. The pleasure of his seeking tongue screamed up and down my body as I urged him onward, reinforcing each command. When I could barely stand it any more, I began to moan "And what happens when Mistress comes, Keith? Sleepy Keith knows, sleepy Keith comes...Sleepy Keith comes when his Mistress comes...Sleepy Keith comes when I come..." His tongue got even more frantic at the growl of need in my voice. I let out a long groan of pleasure. He echoed it, tongue almost massaging my clit. Perfect. I didn't even try to hold back my cries of pleasure as I came, knowing what hearing them would do to him. He grabbed my legs and held on as his own orgasm rocked his body. As soon as I could manage to breathe even a little, I began to chant "Good boy...good boy Keith...good boy...so good..." When I could sit up again, I gathered him into my arms and urged him up on the bed. We lay naked together, sweating and breathing heavily. I stroked his hair and talked him back down into a deep trance. When I glanced up, the hypnospiral program had finished its run and closed. I smiled and let myself cuddle him close, whispering to him. "When you wake, Keith, you will remember exactly how to get to the next line of your story, and the next, and the next. But now you will sleep, and while you sleep you will forget to remember anything except that I came home and we made love. I came home, we made love, and your next words will be clear in your mind." I kept telling him that until his breathing told me he had gone from hypnosis into natural sleep. With a sigh, I let myself join him. It was about nine that night when I woke up and stretched. The bed next to me was empty, and I could smell pizza. When I glanced at the bedroom computer, I could see Keith on the machine in the study through the webcam. He was still naked, but his expression was focused. Behind the cam, I could see I still had shadow view of his PC. Words appeared in rapid succession on a white background. I smiled and settled back onto the bed, blissfully satisfied. THE END Perfect She picked up the paring knife, the reflection of the light off the bright silver blade catching her eye. In front of her was a grape, a purple grape. She pushed the tip of the knife into the grape until it pierced the skin, juice trickling out through the gash. Slowly and assuredly, like a surgeon making an incision, she sliced the grape in half, the two half-spheres falling face-up onto the table, staring at her as if through lifeless eyes. She had mastered the task of halving grapes, thanks to daily practice. Grapes were one of her favorite snacks. They came in with their own built-in ceremony, one that took enough time to make it worth eating them. Each food she ate came with its own ceremony, developed for a number of purposes. One was simply to take up time. The longer it took her to eat the longer she would stay full, and with each calorie precious to her, she did not want to waste any by devouring one or a dozen too quickly, or she would be hungry for more before the taste vanished from her mouth. She focused her attention on the first grape-half, carefully ensuring that, like the whole from which it came, it would be divided perfectly in half. Perfectly. She aspired to perfection at all times. She knew that she was imperfect. He told her so every day. Every day he would go over just a few of her flaws and failures to remind her that she always had to work harder to please him. The only way she could hope to please him would be if every individual action she took was taken perfectly. If each movement was perfect, it would add up to a perfect whole, just as the grape in front of her had once been a perfect whole. Then she would make him happy. The first grape-half having been dispatched, she applied the same level of focus to the second. If her cuts were too imperfect, he had given her permission to punish herself by throwing the entire grape away. One grape would be 1.75% of her daily caloric intake. Making sure that her hand did not shake, she finished dividing the grape into four perfect quarters. Carefully, calmly, she placed the first quarter in her mouth, letting the juice rush onto her tongue. She sucked until there was nothing left but the ragged skin, and then she swallowed, letting it slip down her throat, before slowly picked up the next quarter. Today she would eat eight grapes, taking the time first to cut each grape into quarters. A few hours later she would eat a banana, which had 105 calories, by far the most of any of the foods she would end up consuming that day. She would cut the banana into sixteen thin slices, then cut each slice in half, before slowly consuming each slice, one-by-one. This took longer than the grape ritual, and the banana was more filling than the grape, so it was worth the 105 calories. Her mind emptied of thoughts as she focused on her grape ritual. Time became a river, drifting along thoughtlessly, passing without her notice, so that before she realized it she had finished dissecting the last grape half. She had only two quarters left to eat, and before long those were gone too, the taste of the last one floating on her tongue, slowly fading. She had already eaten 231 calories today, 87 at breakfast, 92 at lunch, and 52 calories worth of grapes. For dinner she would have a cup of chicken broth and a cup of broccoli, which, along with the banana, would bring her count to an even 400. Perfect. He would be happy when she told him. With her grape ritual finished and its product consumed, her hand slid down to her cunt. This was what he had told her to do after she ate, so this is what she did. Her clit practically leapt to her touch, desperate for the attention it was about to receive. She rubbed, slowly at first, and felt her cunt getting wetter. Her skin started to tingle, and she quickly began to feel like she was about to spontaneously combust. It had only been a few minutes but she already felt the familiar tidal wave building within her. She had studied it, with his help, and now knew exactly how far she could push herself before she had an orgasm. To push herself further she thought about what she had been like before he saved her. She had an overflowing stomach, back then, and love handles. She had flabby arms. Her thighs had rubbed together when she walked. She had been fat. She had been disgusting. She had been imperfect. Then he had saved her. He had taught her that she had the potential to be perfect, that if she just did as he said, that if she focused all of her energy on following his instructions, she could achieve perfection. Her cunt began to drip onto the chair. She knew she would have to wipe it up before he got home, or he would call her a worthless, wanton slut, undeserving of his love. Perfect girls did not drip on their chairs. She was not allowed to sit on any of his chairs. She had not earned that right. She still had so far to go to be perfect. She weighed 105 pounds, but she could weigh less. Her BMI was 16.9, but it could be lower. There was a gap between her thighs, but it could be bigger. She did not know if she would ever be perfect, the way he wanted her to be. She wondered when he would give up, when he would decide that she was a lost cause. He would throw her away and find another project, another girl worthy of his efforts. Tears rolled down her eyes at the thought, yet her cunt only got wetter, and dripped more. She stopped quickly, as all of the signs that accompanied imminent orgasm were apparent. Her breath was faster, her cheeks flushed, her legs shaking. She was close to cumming, almost too close, but she had stopped herself in time. She always did. She repeated this act five times a day, using the thought of being perfect for him to arouse herself. When he got home he would use her body, some combination of her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole, for his own release. She had to be sure not to cum without his permission, no matter how close he got her. Seventeen days ago he had allowed her to orgasm while he was cumming in her mouth. She had not been allowed to have one since then. Some days she used her hunger to distract from her need to cum. Some days she used her need to cum to distract from her hunger. Occasionally both would overwhelm her simultaneously, and she would drink green tea and focus her thoughts on being perfect for him. She could not let her hunger or her need to cum control her. Doing so would be considered an act of defiance against him, a way of taking control from him, and would be punished accordingly. She could not allow herself the shame of letting her body control her. Not when it was not her body anymore. He owned her body. He told her not cum, so she would not cum. He told her not to eat more than 400 calories a day, so she would not eat more than 400 calories a day. He told her to be perfect, so she would be perfect. She would be perfect if it killed her. Perfect Loki lounges upon a makeshift throne, formed from twisted armor. She turns a wand shaped from pitch-black wood over and over in her hands. With her new weapon, Faldir, "Mind-Killer", she has all she needs to claim Asgard's throne once more. She draws the wand over her skin, and shudders with excitement. Loki muses to herself, enjoying Faldir's power. Suddenly, the door of her throne room bursts open, and a young woman, Salrana, Odin's chief bodyguard, charges into Loki's throne room. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (21 min/mp3) * * * * *