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Shift of Paradigm Pt. 01

By: twistedsickmind



Definition: A paradigm shift is a change from one way of thinking to another. It's a revolution, a transformation, a sort of metamorphosis. It does not just happen, but rather it is driven by agents of change. (Thomas S. Kuhn.)

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Chapter 1

I remember, when I was a young girl, being on a tour of a cave. The tour guide did the same thing that every cave guide does when they get the tour down deep inside of the cave. He gathered us all together and turned off the lights. Absolute dark. The absence of any light what so ever. You could not see your hand, though it was right in front of your eyes. Everyone who has ever had that experience knows exactly what I am talking about.

This darkness was darker than that. It had a texture to it. I thought I could feel it. It was as if I was swimming in darkness. I tried consciously opening and closing my eyes, but just as in that dark cave, there was no difference. Right at the edge of my perception, I could hear a sound. It was so soft and so low in tone that I questioned if I was hearing it at all. It was rhythmic, but not singing, more like chanting. I had purposely closed my eyes in order to concentrate on the sound. 

Not that it should have made any difference in the complete absence of light, but that is what I always did when I was attempting to focus on a thought or sound. Shortly, I perceived that there must be a light shining on me, as I could see redness through my closed eyelids. I opened them.

I was standing in the middle of a long corridor. Everything was brilliant white. It was so bright that it made it somewhat hard to see anything. It also seemed that everything was not in focus. Like one of those romantic movies where all the sex scenes are shot through gauze. It was hard to make out details.

After a short time, my eyes seemed to adjust a little better to the brilliance of the light. I could see that along both sides of the hallway, columns projected from the walls. Not the free standing type of column that was actually intended to hold something up. No, these were really just a rectangular structures that were intended to give some privacy to the door that was located between any two of them. They formed a little alcove.

You couldn't see the door unless you were practically standing in front of it. If people were standing close to the door, you would never see them until you were right there. As you looked down the hall, they would be hidden by the columns.

I thought my vision was clearing a little more, but everything remained in soft focus. I looked to my right and saw two women standing close together. They were wearing beautiful white dresses that looked like something from an earlier age. They were of a simple, coarse weave, with skirts that reached the floor. They were holding each other close, gently caressing each other's face. 

Then one leaned in closer to the other and gently kissed the other. It was soft and sensual, but it soon grew more passionate. Lips pressed more firmly, tongues lightly exchanged, now more intensely, until those kisses became hard and demanding. 

The "blouse" part of the dresses they were wearing were split from neck to waist. It didn't fail to cover, but they could not be securely closed. It lacked any means to do so. The effect was that very quickly hand to breast contact could be established. Or the folds could be drawn back to bare a delicious nipple for licking or sucking. 

The "skirt" of the dress was of similar construction. It was split from floor to waist. It also afforded easy, unlimited access to hand or mouth. If not for the band at the waist of the dress, it would not hold together at all. In considering how they were dressed, I came to see that I was dressed in exactly the same kind of garment.

There was something odd about the two of them. They looked like an older and younger version of each other. Not an exact image, but there was a strong resemblance to their features. I suddenly realized what I was looking at. They were mother and daughter! It looked as if they were preparing to have sex with each other and...and...I knew them!

This was Pauline Duncan and her daughter Cindy. They went to my church. Cindy had been a classmate of my own daughter, Linda. Pauline was close to my age. What were they doing? Pauline's hand slipped inside of Cindy's dress and was squeezing her breast. The forefinger and thumb were rolling her daughter's nipple, stretching and teasing it. Cindy moaned. Her hand reached through the opening in the skirt and cupped her mother's sex. She was slowly pressing in and then withdrawing a finger from that pussy.

Pauline placed her other hand on the knob of the door and started turning to open it. The door was painted red and there was a large sign attached to it. It looked like one of those industrial safety signs and it read, "WARNING! DO NOT ENTER!" Pauline had no regard for its message as she pushed the door open. I have no idea how I knew, but I realized that the door was constructed in such a way as that once it was opened, it could never be closed again.

As the door swung wide I could see into the room. There was a large inviting bed with the covers turned down. There were other people in the room. Pauline's husband sat in an armchair at the foot of the bed. His arms and legs were tied to the chair. His mouth was gagged. On the bed was an older gentleman, who at first looked like he was very short, but standing. Then I realized that he was on his knees. His body stood erect as did an impressive cock jutting out from between his thighs. He was slowly stroking it. Although I had never met him, I knew that this was Pauline's father.

"That's right Pauline. Bring her through the door. Bring her to our bed."

"Cindy, did your mother ever tell you the truth about who is your real daddy? Certainly not this worthless slug I married her off to. No, Cindy, I am the one who impregnated her. I am your father."

"Pauline! Bring your sister/daughter to our bed and fuck her. Get her ready for me. I'm going to use her to make another just like her."

I backed away in horror and slammed into the opposite wall. I was startled to see that I was right next to another pair of women who were also in the throes of Sapphic lust. Oh my God! I knew them also. It was Donna from the PTA. Her daughter Leigh had graduated and was now a freshmen at college.

Donna was glassy eyed, hands at her side, passive. Leigh had pushed aside the fold of cloth covering Donna's breast. She was vigorously licking and sucking her mother's nipple. Leigh's hand was reaching to open the door. The same warning sign was on their door as was on Pauline and Cindy's.

"Let's go in Mom. You're going to love it."

I didn't wait to see what was on the other side of that door. I didn't want to know. I moved, running down the hall. I couldn't take this. My brain was overloaded with the shocking revelations about things I never could have never imagined. 

My vision had cleared all together and I could now see with sharp focus. As I passed doorways, I could see that some of them were opened. Others were still closed with couples kissing and groping and sucking in the alcove. All of the doors carried the same warning. 

With some of the couples, one or the other was kneeling with tongue buried in the other's cunt. There were only women in the alcoves. In the rooms, every kind of sex, lesbian or otherwise, was taking place.

A fair number of the women I saw were not clothed in the dresses. Some wore more masculine clothing. Sometimes it was the daughter, sometimes the mother, occasionally both. I assumed that these were dominant/submissive couplings.

I could not help myself from looking. Part of me did not want to, but obviously another part wanted to very much. If you had asked me, I would have denied any attraction at all to what I was seeing. But I realized that could not be true because, after all, here I was looking. Not looking really, gawking was more like it.

I slowed down and began to really notice the people. I was amazed at how many of them I knew. Some of them were friends of mine, people I thought I knew well. Obviously I did not know them as well as I thought, if they were keeping secrets like this. 

Others I knew not so much as friends, but as acquaintances. People I had met, and I could speak with on occasion, but we didn't hang out. There were other couples that I had never spoken to, but I knew who they were. Only a few, I had no idea about at all.

I looked in more of the rooms. In one, I saw Lorie Williams and her daughter Rachel. Lorie's son was also there. All three were completely nude. Lorie walked over to him and began stroking his cock with her hand.

"It's all right son. Rachel is going to join us from now on. You can make us both pregnant."

I was being exposed to people's darkest secrets. I was seeing behind the curtain of their lives. This place was where they had hidden away what the world could never see. It was like looking down the hallway and never being able to see what was hidden in the alcoves, much less what was behind the doors.

It could be seen if you were right there standing in front of it and were looking for it. But you had to want to see it. You had to stop and really look. It was all too easy to simply keep running down the hall, eyes straight ahead, refusing to know. Plug your ears and stop the noise.

Why was I seeing it? Why was I hearing it? How was it possible? Who had brought me to these things?

I understood that the forbidden door was lesbian incest between mother and daughter. If that door was opened, it would never close again. It was the portal to whatever was inside the room. Each one was different. Each contained what was meant for those lovers only. 

I saw rooms with what could be only described as the bizarre. Other rooms contained just mother and daughter gently loving each other. Whatever was in the rooms, no matter how shocking, it was only accessed by the willful choice of those who entered.

It was not that lesbian incest was taking place only on the other side of the door. Some of the couples in the alcoves were doing everything but slamming dildos into each other. Come to think of it, I may have seen that also. Passing through the door was acceptance. You came to an agreement with yourself, that this is what you wanted.

The shock was wearing off. I was starting to get turned on by all of the sex going on everywhere. And worst of all, it was becoming normal. I stopped at the open door of another room and looked inside. I had moved from a place of fear and revulsion to curiosity. I wanted to see, to understand what was happening with these women.

This particular room was one of those with only a mother and daughter. Again, these were people I knew. Adrian Berkley and her youngest of three daughters, Ashley. I knew they were going to have lesbian incestuous sex and the anticipation of it was turning me on. I was getting wet. I wanted to watch them fuck.

I moved right to the threshold so that I could hear their soft whispers and nothing would block my view. The mother was caressing her daughter's face. She reached around back of the younger's head and grabbed a fistful of hair. My mind was screaming, "Oh, yes, fuck her! Fuck you daughter!"

"You're eighteen now, and I'll have what I want from you. You are going to obey me and pleasure me in every way."

The older woman was dominating her daughter. The submissive girl stood obediently at her mother's side, opening herself to her mother's hand reaching through the slit skirt and stroking her sex. I could see fingers circling her clit and then being pressed deep into her pussy. The daughter moaned in pleasure at her mother's ministrations.

"Yes, Mama. Fuck Me. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Whore me out like you did my sisters."

The girl opened her blouse in offering of her breasts for her mother's pleasure.

"Oh, yea baby. You are going to fuck so many cunts. Top female executives want top performance from their whores and with what they are going to pay for your services, you better learn to do it right. Now get on your knees and suck me off."

The girl dropped to her knees and began to enthusiastically slurp from that wet quim. Mom was groaning towards an orgasm.

"Yes, yes, just like that. Make me cum you slut. When you are finished, I'd going to fuck your ass with my strap-on. You going to be a full service whore."

I wanted to scream out, "Fuck that bitch! Fuck you daughter till she begs for more!"

The thoughts I was having felt like they were coming into my head from some outside source, yet they were my own. I was enjoying tasting them, rolling them around on my tongue, so to speak. I realized that my brain was creating analogies to licking the creamiest ice cream. Maybe, like licking a warm, juicy pussy. My daughter's pussy. I started to accept the idea of mother/daughter incest. Everyone I knew was doing it. Why wasn't I? Why wasn't I having sex with my own daughter?

I was now walking down the hall at a leisurely pace. I was like a tourist enjoying all of the new sights and sounds. I continued to savor thoughts of my daughter. Her beautiful eyes. The graceful curves of her neck, the full breasts, flat stomach, she was a hard body girl. 

Suddenly, I realized what I had been thinking, what I was wanting. The shock of what was rattling around in my brain made my head snap back like I had been hit with a baseball bat. I had to stop thinking these thoughts. I didn't want sex with my daughter. I didn't want those glorious nipples to suck deep into my mouth. I didn't want to hear her cry out her orgasm on my tongue. I did not want to fuck her. I was not a lesbian.

Lost in my struggle with the thoughts that were playing in my mind, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings until I was shocked to see my best friend Mary Beth Simmons. She was with her daughter Rebecca. They were in the alcove kissing, groping, fondling, breasts bared, dresses half off. Mary Beth's thigh was shoved between Rebecca's legs and her daughter was slowly grinding herself on it. She was sliding up and down in a slow hump, leaving a slick trail of her arousal on her mother's skin. 

I could also see that there was someone else behind them. I couldn't see who it was because the two gyrating bodies blocked my view. I wondered if that person was hiding behind the mother/daughter meld.

They were in the alcove, but the door to their room was open. I didn't understand it. Always, couples were either in the alcove with the door shut, or on the other side of the threshold with the door open. This was different.

Mary Beth never stopped with her daughter as she turned her head and stared at me intensely. I felt like her eyes were boring into my very being. I heard no sound, but Mary Beth was clearly speaking to me in a husky, emotion filled voice. It was thick with desire. 

She was asking me if I wanted this. Did I want to be with my daughter Linda like she was with Rebecca? The thought made my pussy flood. She saw the answer in my face. My reaction to the unspoken question was all she needed.

She broke away from her daughter and came to me, never slowing down until she put her hands on the back of my head and kissed me in a way I can only describe as lewd. I was overwhelmed by the ferocity of this sex act. It was way more than just a kiss. It was a taking of my soul. She gave me an orgasm with her tongue in my mouth. 

My juice was running down my legs. No man have ever done that to me. My knees went weak. I saw colors. I could feel no sensations but her lips and the two fingers she was piston pumping in my cunt. Fuck me. Fuck Me. FUCK ME!

When my vision returned I looked around Mary Beth's head to look at Rebecca and whoever else was there. It was my daughter Linda! Rebecca and Linda were going at it in the corner beside the open door. My daughter's best friend was on her knees with her head buried deep in Linda's pussy. She was fucking her to Albuquerque.

Mary Beth slipped around behind me. She pulled the top of my dress down to my waist. Her arms wrapped around me, now openly squeezing my exposed breasts and tugging at my hard nipples. I thought I was going to cum again. 

Linda was leering at me. Her rising arousal shone through with a sexual intensity I would have never believed I would see in my daughter's eyes. It was pure lust. She was an animal as Rebecca's mouth was driving her up the mountain.

I heard a sensuous whispering in my ear as Mary Beth asked, "Do you like seeing her this way? Do you wish it was you?"

I could not reply. My voice would not work. It didn't matter. She already knew the answer anyway.

"Which one is it that you wish to be? The one on your knees sucking your daughter's pussy? Or do you wish it was her on her knees sucking yours?"

I could only make incoherent noises. When I thought I could speak, I turned my face to the side to talk to Mary Beth.

"Have you fucked my daughter?"

"Yes. Many times. And so will you."

Rebecca and Linda broke for air. Together they walked through the door into the room. Mary Beth put her hand at the small of my back and gently, but firmly guided me to the threshold. Linda reached her hand through the doorway. I gave her mine.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" she said. 

I stepped into the room. Linda kissed me on the lips. She was red hot from the pussy eating she had gotten from her friend.

"I want you" she purred.

Mary Beth intervened.

"Why don't you fuck my daughter, while you watch me fuck yours? It might help you to get used to taking young cunt before you have your daughter. When we are done, we'll switch."

I groaned. I wanted Linda now. At that moment Rebecca, who had been kneeling before me, parted my skirt and plunged her tongue into my sopping wet slash. She drove in aggressively, relentless in chasing me to orgasm. I looked at Linda and watched as she helped Mary Beth slip her legs into the harness of a large black strap-on dildo. Mary Beth was focused on my daughter's tight teenage body, now lying on the bed. She lifted Linda's legs into the air and spread them wide giving her total access.

Linda looked into Mary Beth's eyes. "Pound me!"

After we all had gotten through what I thought was fully half of some lesbian Karma Sutra, we finally switched. I was going to fuck my daughter! We weren't making love. This was pure animal lust. I wanted this pussy more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life. I could not think straight.

As my daughter laid on her back I swung my legs over her face. I was going for the full 69. I spread my pussy and lowered my lips to her mouth. Her tongue plunged into me. It whirled and oscillated. It penetrated in and back out again. Her lips closed over my clit and drove me right up to blue Heaven.

I lowered my mouth to her wetness and used every technique I had ever remotely heard about to drive her wild. I loved her more than anyone in the world and I wanted to make her head explode. We were both rocketing into outer space together. I relished that I was engaging in lesbian incest with my daughter. And that I wanted more. 

I had willingly walked through the door of acceptance, admitting to myself that this was what I wanted. It was the deepest desire of my soul. Not only did I want my daughter, but I lusted after every beautiful woman I had ever seen. 

I luxuriated in lesbian lust. I bathed in it; basked in the warmth of feminine bodies, breasts, lips, hair, pussy. I saw scenes of pornographic lesbians flash through my mind. I let the desire fill my body. I floated a sea of sensuality.

We disintegrated in orgasm together. 

My world went dark.

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Shift of Paradigm - Reality

Chapter 2

I bolted straight up in my bed. I was fully, 100% awake in that instant. What the hell kind of dream was that? Oh, my God! I dreamed I fucked my daughter! What kind of twisted, sick mind would dream that up?


Shift of Paradigm Pt. 01



I began to remember all of the details. Usually the memories of a dream fade very quickly, if remembered at all. But I had lost not one bit of the whole event. I saw everything.

I knew it was a dream. But it was so real, so vivid. I couldn't separate fantasy from reality. Maybe it had been real. I thought could taste pussy on my lips. My cunt felt well used. What the hell happened?

I wasn't in a brilliant white hallway. I wasn't surrounded by lesbian mothers and daughters copulating like minks. I wasn't fucking my daughter. I was in my own bed. I was alone.

I was exhausted. I felt like I hadn't slept at all. I was covered with a sheen of sweat and I could swear I smell sex. Maybe it was just my own arousal. I swung my feet over the bed and got up to take a shower. I had to get my head clear. Coffee. That's what I needed, coffee.

I started a pot while waiting for the shower to warm up. It took a long time for the heated water in the boiler to get here from the basement. I striped off my night clothes and got nude. The warmth was delicious. I scrubbed away the sweat and smell. It felt so good.

I turned off the water, stepped out and dried myself. I changed into my professional clothes and got ready to leave for work. Breakfast was drive-thru on the way. I was a top attorney with a prestigious firm. I was about to make partner.

I thought about all of those mothers in my dreams. I made the connection that every one of them was wealthy by some means or other, or had very high salary paychecks like mine. They were all in the upper tiers of society. 

That is what connected them and where I knew them. Charity functions, exclusive parties and the like. Recently I had begun to move in those circles, invited to those places. My new circle of friends were from a different world than my former life.

Success, money and power were an attraction all their own. Birds of a feather flock together. And the rich and powerful hung out with the rich and powerful. It was like an eternal feedback loop that reinforced itself, growing ever stronger until one was consumed by the noise.

It overwhelmed you and drew you in until nothing of the old life remained. Old relationships, old friends just weren't relevant anymore. Yes, we would still chat, but less and less frequently as the new life took up increasingly more time.

I arrived at work still plagued by the remainders of the dream. I had to put it out of my mind. I had major cases to deal with, important projects and lawsuits. Court filings, deadlines, meeting with clients, the firm's partners, all demanded my attention. Focus, Emily, focus!

I got through the day, successfully completing the tasks for which I was highly paid. It wasn't enough just to go through the motions, I had to win. That's what kept me on top and in the money.

I was breaking the barrier into the realms of those who lived in the thin air, those at the top. The view was breathtaking. And the rules were different. We always talk equality, but it has always been pure bullshit. Every society has always had its elite. Those who really controlled things. Those who did what they wanted and were able to get away with it. 

They wrote one set of rules for the little people and another set for themselves. They controlled the politics, the banks, the courts, the Media. Stories about what happened at these levels never made the news. It just wasn't done. And if things were getting out of line, there was pressure brought to bear. The old club took care of its own.

Even what was supposed to be the most egalitarian society ever, Communist Russia, had a ruling oligarchy that had simply replaced the one it slaughtered. But it was nothing unique to them. Communism, socialism, hippie communes were all bullshit. Capitalism may have its problems, but at least we told the truth about what we wanted. Wealth, power, sex.

And love. I wanted love. I thought I found it when I married Bernard. We had a child. It was supposed to be the Fairy Tale, but it all blew up. I had been alone for a long time. Occasionally, I had sex with a real live person, but it was just that; sex. Casual. 

Pretending interest in relationships, but neither one really caring. The lies just soothed the way, but it was empty. Temporary satisfaction at best. Not any better, and lots of times worse than my usual sex partners; toys bought discretely on line. Oh boy, did they treat me right!

Most of the men were just looking for a vagina to masturbate in. A set of tits to turn them on. Honestly, most of them would have fucked mud if they had gotten it to move around a little. The only real relationships I had were with women. I wanted cock, but mostly, it just wasn't worth the price.

I finished up a long day. That, on top of waking up exhausted to begin with, made me just want to go home and sleep, but that crazy dream last night just was not going to let me. I had put it out of my mind during work, but thoughts about it came roaring back. Scenes from the dream were popping up in flashback mode.

Why would I dream about sex with my daughter? True, she was my closest relationship, not just blood, but as a person. I had a best friend in Mary Beth, but Linda was my family. We had always been close, especially after Captain Bernard steered the Titanic into multiple ice bergs. I loved spending time with her. We would snuggle under a blanket on the couch as we watched Bogie and Bacall, Tracy and Hepburn, crying together as the credits rolled. We went to candle lit restaurants, laughed, giggled, held each other close.

We talked about everything, including boys. I would include the word men, but I am not sure I had ever had a relationship with one. Those I had been with were just boys grown older. She was mostly honest about her sex life, including that on occasions she had been with women. Sometimes as a couple, sometimes as more than. Lately though, she had stopped talking about that aspect of her life. Despite her apparent openness, I always felt like there were some things she never told me.

She dragged out of me that my college experiences included some "deviant" behaviors. Everybody experiments in college. What else is it for? I had been with a few girls. One year, I had a roommate and we had sex more than a few times. But that didn't make me a lesbian. Just like letting a lover tie me to the bed once didn't make me into bondage. They were just forays into the unknown in order to experience all that life had to offer.

She had grown up and moved on with her life as children should. She had her own apartment, her own career. She was tough and aggressive and moving up fast. Her mind was razor sharp and she knew how to apply it to her advantage. She knew what she wanted and would do whatever she needed to do in order to get it. She had inherited that from me. I admired her more than anyone else I knew.

I missed her terribly. In the evening quiet of my home, my heart ached for her. I was so lonely without her. I had no idea it would be this bad when she had finally moved out. I loved her so much. I missed her touch. Could it be true? Could I be in love with my own daughter?

Over the next few weeks, I continued to think about the dream. It was absurd to think of all those mothers and daughters as lovers. It was impossible. I had never seen any evidence of that kind of behavior. But there was a nagging thought that kept rattling around in my brain. You see what you expect to see.

If something is not on your list of possible explanations for any given action, then you will never interpret an action in that way. Incest had never in a million years been on my list of possible explanations for any action between any mother and daughter that I knew. Not that it was not a theoretical possibility, just that I was completely convinced that it could never happen in my world. But the dream put a crack in that dike.

I began to more closely observe what I took to be mothers and daughters. Some of the couples may have been just friends, or maybe more than friends. I had no way of knowing, couldn't be sure if they were related or not. Then there were others whom I knew were related. They were the ones I studied, everyone else could be the control group. Not scientific, but it was the best I could do.

At first I really did not see anything that I considered to be sexual. But gradually I learned to make subtle distinctions. Things that the casual observer would likely not notice or would, as I always had, slough off as nothing; a quick brush against a breast, a kiss held just a little too long. Was that a bit of tongue? A hand that slid down to an ass for a quick squeeze. Never anything that fired up the flashing neon "Lesbo" sign, but it was still there.

I remember when I was in college I bought an old car that some considered a classic. Lots of people restored them. It meant that everything ever made for that car, every part, was still available. I didn't care about any of that, I just needed something that worked.

My mom told me that I was crazy for buying an "old junker" as she called it. She told me that it was going to be hard to find people who knew how to work on it and the parts would be impossible to find. I bought it anyway because I knew that I was getting reliable transportation cheap. After about a month she called me.

"Those damn things are everywhere! I see five or six of them on the road every day. Where did they all come from?"

Of course, they had been there all the time, she just wasn't looking for them. Once she knew what to look for, they were indeed, everywhere. So was lesbian incest. I thought my brain was going to explode.

This dream thing was driving me crazy. I still questioned if what I thought I was seeing, was really what I was actually seeing. Was it reality or was I delusional? I had to talk to someone, maybe my best friend could help me sort it out. 

Mary Beth was a great friend. We had a lot in common. We were about the same age, had similar interest, liked to party on occasion. She had recently been made a Regional Vice President of a large national bank. That was her company's title for the executive in charge of a multistate area. Big bucks and lots of authority. We were both breaking into the big time.

She was a rising star in the banking world. She was tough as nails, aggressive and would never take 'no' for an answer. Employees were intimidated. The President of the company was intimidated. Hell, the Board of Directors was intimidated, Competitors hated her. She rolled through them like Sherman through Georgia.

We met for drinks. It was a quiet place where we could talk. I arrived first and when she walked in I could she was wearing that dress I hated. She look absolutely stunning. It hugged her beautiful body like it was painted on. It was a power dress, not business power, sex power. The thin material licked her ample bosom and showed off a lot of deep cleavage. You could see every bump of her areola and hard nipples. I saw barbells. Shit! She had pierced her nipples.

Every time she wore that damn thing guys walked into walls. They wrecked their cars if she was on the sidewalk. They drooled. Lesbians hit on her. It was not the professional dress of an executive, it was pure sex bomb. 

Why did she only wear stuff like this when she went out with me? It never really bothered me before, it was just always annoying having to deal with all of the reactions. Not that Mary Beth did anything to cause them, she created the entire circus just by existing.

"OK, I can tell you have something on you mind. Out with it." As she spoke, she leaned down and her breasts pressed onto her arms that were on the table. It caused them to bulge up and expose more of the cleft. I was afraid they were going to fall out of the dress. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They were mesmerizing. 

The sex charged atmosphere I was living in was driving me to distraction. Just thinking about the dream and observing all of the sexual interaction between females had me wound up and a bit frustrated. These tits weren't helping anything at all. I had to stop ogling them.

"Something wrong, Baby?" Damn straight something was wrong! My brain was wrong. My libido was wrong. I was getting wet. I wasn't going to be able to talk to her if she was getting to me like she did all of the guys.

I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and began to tell her about the dream. I told her everything about the dark, the light, the hallway. I describe the couples, particularly noting my shock when I realized that they were all mothers and daughters engaging in incest. I hesitated to tell her the end.

"Come on, Doll. You saving the best for last?"

"I don't want to tell you this part. It's completely crazy and embarrassing. I saw you and Rebecca at the last door. The two of you were making out hot and heavy. But there was a third person hiding behind you. You left Rebecca and started in with me. Now I could see that the third was Linda. She and Rebecca were doing it in the corner."

I recounted everything that we had said to each other in the dream.

"So what happened?"

"All four of us went into the room. We each had sex with both girls."

"You fucked your daughter?"

"Yes, just like you said I would."

"And you fucked my daughter? You had incestuous sex with your own daughter and did my daughter also?"

"Yes, you did the same. And now I have been driving myself crazy trying to figure out if what I think I am seeing with all of these women and girls is real. I am losing my mind. What do you think it all is?"

"I think it's an invitation."

Coming: Invitation



Shift of Paradigm Pt. 02



Chapter 3 - The Invitation 

"An invitation to what?" I asked. 

Mary Beth had a sultry, smoky look in her eyes. 

"I'm sure I don't know. Could be a lot of things. I think you are going to have to figure that one out as you go. I do know that sometimes an invitation is staring you in the face and you don't see it because you never considered the possibility. Just like you never thought it possible for mothers and daughters to enjoy incest. Maybe your subconscious is issuing the invite. Maybe it's trying to get you to look at the world in a different way." 

I thought about what she said. I asked, "So you think that this might have nothing to do with sex? Maybe the dream is a metaphor for something else?" 

"Lover, everything has to do with sex. It's just that this might be about more than simply sex." 

Well, that was no answer. It resolved nothing. I was left with more questions than I started with. 

Mary Beth reached over and took my hand. She turned it over and began to stroke my palm with her fingers. 

"Now let me ask you something>" 

"What?" I responded. 

"Does it still make you hot?" 

"Does what make me hot?" 

"Your dream, Baby." 

I was dumbfounded. Her question had brought me to a complete halt. Did the dream still arouse me? I had been steeped in lesbian sexuality ever since it had happened. My level of sexual frustration had recently been higher. Frequency of masturbation was climbing. And I was thinking more about women when I was getting off. Oh, damn! It was. 

Mary Beth was waiting for me to answer. 

"Yes. It has made me hot. I'm horny and getting hornier all the time. What am I going to do?" 

"Well, again Lover, I'm sure I don't know. But if you need my help, call me. Anytime. I keep my private phone by my bed all night long." 

I didn't take her seriously. It was just Mary Beth teasing me. Just my friend trying to get a rise out of me. 

It was getting late. We finished up our drinks. As we said goodbye, Mary Beth gave me a light kiss on the lips, nothing overtly sexual, but not her usual parting either. Was my best friend really coming on to me? 

The next day I had an appointment in my office with a new client. It had been scheduled well in advance, but I had no idea what it was about. It was unusual in that the client requested that I give over the entire afternoon to our meeting. The expense was not an issue and they would pay for the entire time requested even if the meeting did not last that long. The only thing the client would say to my secretary on the phone, is that it was highly confidential. Matters which could only be discussed in person. The name on the schedule was a Ms. Smith. 

Ms. Smith arrived promptly on time. She was shown into my office. I asked her to please be seated while we were brought refreshments. She appeared to me to be in her mid-sixties. Ms. Smith was well and tastefully dressed. The clothing was all high end designer, one of a kind. Nothing off the rack here. Her diamond jewelry was large and just as high end as her clothing. Obviously I was in the presence of a very wealthy woman. After my secretary withdrew, I began to speak. 

"What may I do for you Ms. Smith? My notes say only that it is a matter of utmost confidentiality." 

"Well it is most confidential. But it is not a matter of what you may do for me, it is a matter of what I may do for you." 

"I'm sorry. I do not understand." 

"Let me be quite frank and open with you. You do not know me. You have never seen me before and you will never see me again. I do not live in this city. My name is not Smith." 

She reached into her purse and removed an envelope which she handed to me. The feel of the black paper told me that it was a high cloth content, very expensive. My name had been engraved on the face with silver foil, not silver colored ink, actual silver. 

"I have been tasked with delivering to you an invitation. A very private invitation to a most exceedingly exclusive Society. You have been observed and investigated to determine your suitability. I apologize, but that investigation was most intrusive, I'm afraid. 

We know everything about you that can be known. We have complete access to all of your records. We know your past, your present and your future ambitions. You have been psychologically profiled by experts. Importantly, you have been personally recommended. Without that recommendation, none of the other would have happened, and I would not be sitting here with you today. 

The invitation you hold must never be revealed to anyone outside of the Society. Not only may you never reveal the content, but also the fact that it ever existed in the first place or that you ever received it. If you do, the consequences will be most severe. 

You may refuse it. There will be no consequence whatsoever unless you reveal to anyone that this conversation took place. You may return it to me now, I will be on my way. You will never hear from us again. It would be understandable given the mysterious circumstance surrounding the invitation. It is from someone you do not know inviting you to a secret society, about which you know nothing. 

The envelope contains instructions to an event that will be both final interview and initiation. If you accept, you must follow those instruction to the letter, no deviation, no questions. Do you understand?" 

"Yes" I answered. 

"Do you wish to proceed?" 

"There is no consequence for refusal, unless I reveal knowledge of this to others?" 

"That is correct." 

"Then, yes, I wish to move forward" 

"What do you wish to know?" 

"Ms. Smith, I am sure that you already know what it is that I need to know. So instead of my trying to play Twenty Questions, why don't you simply tell me what that information is?" 

"Very well. But before I begin, let me, at the risk of repeating myself to the point of tedium, I remind you that everything you hear may never be revealed to anyone outside of our organization. If any of the content of what I am about to say is ever made known, it will cost you very dearly." 

Ms. Smith proceeded to tell me a story that changed everything I believed about our world. 

"The United States and most of the western world is controlled by women. Contrary to appearances, it has been for a long time, and to some extent, the world has been this way since the beginning of time. Let me explain something that most people do not realize. 

American women by themselves are, in effect, the largest national economy on earth, larger than the entire Japanese economy. Over the past thirty years or so, men's median income has not grown, while women's income has soared over sixty three percent. Women bring in half or more of the household income in the majority of the United States. We directly control over fifty one percent of the private wealth in this country. 

What we don't own directly, we control through influence. Women make the decisions about eighty percent of the spending in the household. We are the most powerful economic and social force in Western Civilization. There is some wealth that is still not under our influence, but that amount is rapidly shrinking. 

Men are, at the very core of their being, just animals in perpetual mating rut. Men think about food, sex and sleep at least twice as often as women. Feed them, fuck them, satisfy their cock, and you can usually get them to do anything you want. So, if we do not directly control it, we control it indirectly through sex. Grab a man's cock and you can lead him anywhere. 

That is the way it used to be for almost all women. Their control had to be indirect, through manipulation. But our efforts to change society have been getting results. Men are on the defensive. Society is now seeing men in a negative light. We have convinced the masses that the ills of the world are due to male dominance. 

Now women are beginning to take their rightful place at the controls. Women like yourself are now able to exercise power in their own right without having to hide behind a male façade. Women are replacing men in politics, banking, the courts, and every center of influence. 

Woman to woman sex, which was once condemned, is now celebrated in popular culture. While gays are tolerated, lesbian or female bi-sexuality is presented as the model for a young woman's behavior in popular culture. Men fantasize about it, so also promote it, to their own eventual destruction. 

Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, and beautiful, powerful women like yourself, have the world kneeling in front of them, begging to please. They are all our submissives. Our hidden Society consists of powerful, wealthy women. Our goal is to expand the control of women until we are unrivaled by any other. 

We worship the feminine energy of the Earth. It is channeled through us using ritual. We devote our selves to the Goddess. The sexual energy of the feminine gender is the most powerful force in this world. It is passed down through the generations from mother to daughter. 

Our society invites you to join us in the pursuit of our goals. Become one with us and the power of the Goddess will be yours also. There is nothing you cannot have. Conquer all before you. Be as one with your daughter and perpetuate the control of women over the nations down through the coming generations. 

Not every woman is ready to take her rightful place. Many still do not believe that it is their destiny to rule. But you know in the depths of your being, that what I am telling you is true. You are destined to be among us. Walk through this door and be a part of something greater than any of us as individuals." 

I was stunned. I had no idea of what to say. My whole view of everything had been shattered. Suddenly I saw it. Money, sex, and power were controlled by women. It was just that the control was often hidden. But now it was coming into the open and these women were the ones who were directing everything. Ms. Smith, or whoever she was, spoke correctly. The world was literally at their feet begging to please them. And soon it would be kneeling before me as well. 

Over the next two hours, Ms. Smith spoke with me about many things. We talked world politics and national politics. We went over the growing government control of the economy and how that directed the lives of the masses. There was almost an hour going over how the law and justice system was used to further the ends of her organization. 

I saw the outlines of how the reins of power were quietly being removed from the hands of the old guard, almost exclusively men, and passed into the hands of members of this exclusively female organization. The circle of women in our city was only one of hundreds located in every important metropolis all over the world. 

When we were done, I knew that we had only scratched the surface. What she gave me was only a quick overview with no real information that could damage any one of her people. I was not yet accepted in, therefore, I would be given nothing actionable. 

Power and control was sexy and my libido was pedal to the metal. I needed to get laid or find someone who could talk me down off of this high. I couldn't think of anyone to jump in the sack with on thirty minutes notice, so I called Mary Beth hoping she could talk me off of the cliff. 

We met again at the same bar. She walked in with a dress worse than the last. It was all come hither and those four inch spike heels just screamed, "Fuck me!" Damn, Mary Beth, I'm trying to think straight and here you come in with that get up. She looked good enough to eat. Oh shit, why did I have to think of that? 

She walked straight up to me and planted a full wet kiss on my lips. Her tongue slipped in and sent an electric shock through my whole body. Oh God, it felt so good. I wanted more. 

"Are you ready?" 

"Ready for what?" I asked 

"Are you ready to accept my invitation?" 

"What invitation?" 

"The one I have been sending you for the past year." 

Sudden clarity came to my mind. Those dresses were all for me. My pussy clenched. Oh, damn! I wanted it. Oh, damn, damn, damn! I WANTED it! 

"Yes." 

Mary Beth leaned over and gave me a slow, sensuous kiss. It went on and on. People were starting to look. I heard a few cat calls and whistles. I didn't care. My world changed with that kiss. I wanted Mary Beth. I wanted her naked in our bed. I wanted that glorious, magnificent body that she had been offering for such a long time. 

I wanted my friend, the person with whom I had shared my secrets, fears and hopes. I wanted the person who had listened, empathized and comforted me. The person who challenged my mind. We were equals; equally driven, equally successful, perfectly matched. I loved her, I just had not been able to see it. I had never considered the possibility that my soul mate was another woman. 

We paid the tab and went out the door. Because of her position, Mary Beth had a chauffeured limo at her disposal. It was not one of the normal perks at her level, but no one, including the Board, was going to say 'no'. She told the driver to take her home and take his time. 

Windows blacked out, partition raised, soft music in the background, Mary Beth kissed me again. As she did, I felt her take my hands and place them behind my head. Something was wrapped around my wrists and pulled tight. I could no longer move my arms. She knelt on the carpeted floor in front of me, spread my legs and secured my ankles to the floor, 

"Just so you don't change your mind, Lover." 

There was no chance of that ever happening. I was on fire. Tonight it was my submissive side that came out. I had always been a switch. When I was with men, sometimes I was top, sometimes I was bottom. I liked both positions equally as well. 

"Enjoy tonight, Mary Beth." I thought. "My turn will come." 

But tonight, I wanted this woman to ravage me. I wanted her to take me, use me, whore me. I wanted to be her lesbian slut. 

"Fuck me. Please." 

Mary Beth ripped my blouse open, Buttons flew everywhere. She reached around behind me and unhooked my bra. She pushed it up over my breasts, exposing them for her enjoyment. Her mouth came down and sucked my nipple inside. Her tongue began a dance. I arched my back and groaned. Her hand began to slide under my skirt reaching for my wet slash. Fingers stroked me through my soaked panties. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" 

I lifted my hips as she tugged those panties to my mid thighs. The way my legs were spread, they could go no further. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the intense sexual energy flowing between us. There had never been sex like this. It seemed beyond human possibility and yet we hadn't even started. 

I heard a click and opened my eyes. Mary Beth had a switch blade in her hands and a wicked smile on her lips. She slowly placed the blade under the side of my panties and pulled up. It sliced cleanly in two. Then she placed it under the other side and looked directly into my eyes. 

"Never again with me." 

I understood that she never wanted any barrier between her and my pussy. Or should I say her pussy, as she now owned mine. The knife was raised to my breast. She deftly turned it over and slowly began to flick my nipple with the back side of the blade. I thought I would orgasm right there. I only needed a little push, but Mary Beth was holding me on the edge. 

The restraints allowed her to control when I was able to climax. She read me well, knowing just where I was and she wasn't ready to let me fly. The delay let the intensity build. I had never climbed Everest. The atmosphere at that altitude didn't have enough oxygen to support human life. I was gasping for air. 

The knife slid under the shoulder strap of my bra. A quick move of the wrist and the knife was through. Now the other side was cut also. Mary Beth's hand reached up around my back and unclasped the hooks. She pulled it away, 

"This either." 

She put the knife away. Her hands were beginning to stroke the insides of my thighs. Everything she did was slow, deliberate, controlled. I was being played like an instrument. My new lover was a maestro. Her hands continued their round trip journeys. Nails lightly raked my skin. Every cycle brought them a little closer to the prize. She pulled away. 

"No, please no" 

I was being tortured. My overheated pussy was crazy with need for attention. My hips did a buck and grind as I attempted to get some friction. 

My captor removed her blouse. She smiled at my reaction. The bra, she unclasped, but she didn't let it fall away. With both hands she very slowly let it begin its downward journey. She was giving me my own little strip tease. Every move she made was designed to drive me higher with anticipation. I now understood what the words 'sweet agony' meant. My arousal was so high that I thought my pussy would melt. It was becoming painful. 

I was beginning to see a dark pink peek over the top of her bra. I licked my lips. Mary Beth let out a little laugh. She had me exactly where she wanted me. 

Finally, her tits were fully revealed. Glorious. Magnificent. Her breasts were so large there was no space between them on her chest and their roundness curved out past her ribs. They levitated. The areola were about two inches across and large fat nipples projected an inch. I was drooling. She cupped that huge tit and brought it to my mouth. 

"Suck me" she commanded. 

I attempted to vacuum her liver up through her chest. My tongue was wild, licking and stroking everything it could touch. My head rocked back and forth as I began to give that long inch long piece of heaven a blow job. I was taking it in my mouth like a cock. She switched sides to bring a new delight for me to service. 

"Bite me." 

I lightly clamped my teeth down. 

"Harder, you fucking bitch. Bite me harder!" 

I dug in until I thought I was going to draw blood. My teeth caught the barbell through her piercing. I pulled my head back stretching her out as far as I dared. 

"Oh fuck, yeah" she screamed. 

I released her. Mary Beth looked directly into me. Her eyes were blazed with lust. 

"I'm going to make you my bitch." 

Her hands pushed my knees further apart. My sex was opened wide for her use. She lowered her head and moved toward me. I could feel her breath on me. I watched her tongue as it crept out past her lips on a trajectory straight for my swollen clit. My mind went numb. Every muscle tensed while awaiting the impact of that red, wet missile. 

When it crashed in to me, it immediately began a rapid flicking. Only a nanosecond behind, the lips arrived to form a tight seal. Strong suction applied and brought my clit into her mouth. I heard someone screaming. Really loud. Oh shit! That's me. I was calling her every name in the book. When I gone through all of the English ones, I used foreign languages. My body went into convulsions. I bucked, jerked, thrashed and tried to rip the restraint anchors right out of the car. For the first time in my life, I gushed. 

This was something way beyond an orgasm. This was spiritual. I was on the other side of the moon. Some kind of strong sexual energy flooded through me, I had never felt this kind of power in my life. What the fuck is this? 

It didn't stop. It rolled on and on as Mary Beth continued to drive me. The intensity kept climbing. I was never going to be able to get back down to Earth from this height. I couldn't take anymore. My body was going to explode. 

She finally relented. I continued to have orgasms even though she was no longer touching me. I spasmed and involuntarily jerked as they swept through me. I was slowly coming down from places I never knew existed. Mary Beth had an expression that was amused, satisfied and a little smug. It was the look of a lover who knew that they had taken their partner to places they had never known was on the map, much less visited. 




Shift of Paradigm Pt. 02



She leaned over and gave me a full kiss. Her tongue introduced itself to my throat. I was floating. Her lips kissed their way around to my ear. She whispered. 

"Well, Lover, in this elevator, that was only the first floor." 

Chapter 4 - Initiation 

I awoke in my lover's bed. Not my best friend's bed, my lover's. I had come to understand that this is who we were; lovers. My relationship with Mary Beth had grown from acquaintance, to friend, to best friend. We had shared all of the things best friends shared; good times, bad times, triumphs and defeats. We talked about everything, shared our adventures. We knew things about each other that no one else in this world knew. We were intimate. 

After intimacy came sex. That's the right order for making love. Anything else is just fucking. Oh yes, we fucked, and damn fine fucking it was. That girl took me all the way to Neptune and back again. But that night, we also made love. We expressed our love through the act of pleasuring each other. It was a giving of the gift of self to the other. Sometimes we gave hard and fast, other moments, slow and tender. But always because genuine intimacy had led us to love. 

It was another giant shift in the way I viewed reality and viewed myself. The love of my life was a woman. I had sex with women before, but it was just sex. All those times before, it was merely a fun physical activity with no meaning beyond the moment. What happened with Mary Beth had not even existed in my marriage, not at this depth. 

There was a power in our joining that was unlike anything I believed existed in the universe. It was like being plugged into a source of energy that filled our being. At every level, physical, mental, emotional we connected. We were welded together. It was spiritual ecstasy. 

I loved being completely open to her, no barriers. I was totally vulnerable in the way only those who truly love can be. I was all hers and she was all mine. I wanted to share everything with her. I looked at her across the bed. Her eyes opened. 

"I love you" I said. 

She turned to me. "I know. I've known for a long time. And I love you too." 

Though I wanted to share everything with Mary Beth, there was one looming secret I could not, the Invitation. How was I going to deal with that? Ms. Smith made it very clear that dire consequences would follow if I ever revealed that knowledge to anyone. What was I going to do? How could I keep something that big from my lover? 

At that moment, there was a soft knock on the door. One of the house staff, slowly opened the door and stepped in. Mary Beth did not bother to cover her nudity. 

"Yes?" 

"Your breakfast is served, Mistress." 

"Very well, Jasmin. Tell cook we will be right down." 

Mary Beth stood and retrieved a short silk robe from her closet. She took another for me. She put it on over her nude body and indicated that I should do the same. The smooth material caressed my skin, sliding across my nipples like a wet tongue. This robe was sex. I looked at Mary Beth's beautiful form, made more sensuous by the material that conformed to every curve. The hem of that covering did not quite reach to the top of her legs. The lower part of her luscious ass peeked out from underneath. I was getting aroused. 

She looked at me, reading it all in my face. She gave a little laugh. "They do the same thing to me, Baby. It's what they're for." 

We descended to the dining room. The table was set formally; gold plated utensils, bone china, leaded glass crystal. The whole setting spoke wealth and power. As we sat, Mary Beth's robe was partially open allowing one and all to view the curves of those fine pillows. She paid no attention to it at all. The staff seemed not to notice either, acting if this was just normal Mary Beth. I guess it was. 

She excused herself for a moment, disappearing from the room. While she was gone, I observed the members of the staff who were coming and going. I suddenly realized that no two were the same. There was white, black, maybe Semitic, mixed race, and Asian; male and female, but never the same combination. I saw that Mary Beth was watching me watch the staff. 

As she approached, she said, "Yeah, Lover, I like variety. In everything." 

She walked behind me and stood at the back of my chair. 

"I went to find your car keys so staff go retrieve it here. And look what I found inside your purse. What could it be?" 

She brought around a black envelope and held it in front of me. I panicked. 

"It's an invitation." 

"To what?" 

"Please, Mary Beth, I can't tell you. Please don't open it. Give it back." 

She leaned over and breathed in my ear. "I see, a mysterious invitation to something you can't talk about. Sounds exciting." 

Her hand slipped over my shoulder, down inside my robe cupping, then squeezing my breast. 

"I think you should accept, Lover." 

The staff had brought my car around, so I gathered my things and went home. I showered, changed and got ready for my day. I arrived at my office, closed the door and took out the invitation. In the rush, I had never read it. On this Friday, I was to be ready to be picked up, at my house, by a limousine promptly at Six PM. It would wait for exactly five minutes and then leave, with or without me. If with me, then I had accepted the offer. If it left without me, then it was assumed I had refused and Ms. Smith's organization would never be heard from again, presuming I kept my silence. 

Friday was the worst day for early evening activities. Unlike some offices, where everyone coasts through that afternoon waiting for the weekend, or even starting it early, my office was flurry of activity for all that had to be ready for court first thing Monday morning. Friday was a major deadline and everyone stayed as late as necessary to dot every 'i' and cross every 't'. 

At about 1:30 in the afternoon on that Friday, one the Senior Partners of the firm, Mr. Zemke, walked into my office unannounced. I was startled as that had never happened before. 

"Hello, Mary Beth. I just stopped by to thank you for all of the contributions you are making to our firm. I hope we are able to announce soon your reward for all of the profitable labor. I have a suggestion, if I may? I think you should stop for the day, go home, get ready and find something enjoyable to do this evening. You have excellent staff and run a tight ship. I am sure they can handle everything that needs attention before Monday." 

I was bewildered. Senior Partners don't just wander into my office unannounced, all casual like. And why Mr. Zemke? He handled a completely different area of Law than in what I specialized. We almost never crossed legal paths. And how could I have the good luck of it being this Friday in particular? What I did know, is that no matter how they phrased it, Senior Partners never issued "suggestions." They issued orders. 

I left. I stopped by the nail shop and had a manicure, pedicure and facial. The young woman informed me that the salon was offering a free trial of a new service they had just started offering, a complete pubic waxing. I was feeling adventurous and said, "Yes." I knew Mary Beth would like it. When they were done, I was as smooth as a newborn baby. 

After, I went home and had a long, hot bath. It was an indulgence of which I rarely took advantage. At about 5 PM, the front door bell rang. I opened to a well dressed young man holding a rectangular, low box. There was an expensive designer name on the lid. 

"For you, Mistress." 

I took the box. He turned and walked away without saying another word. Got into the waiting black Mercedes and was driven away. 

Dumbfounded, I closed the door. I laid the box on a table in the foyer and opened it. On top of some black fabric was a note, "Wear this. Only." I took out a garment made of the highest quality silk. It was a proverbial little black dress. There was also a pair of black heels, also top quality designer and a small clutch for anything I might need to carry, such as house keys. I was looking at a thousand dollars retail. What was I getting myself into? There were no undergarments. 

The dress was a perfect fit. How could anyone have known exactly what size I wore? The thin material hugged every curve, it was tailored to fit. The dress felt painted on. Undergarments would have spoiled the effect. Nothing was hidden, only covered. It was low cut, plenty of cleavage. Short, it barely covered my ass. 

The limo arrived at six. I exited the front door, locked it and walked to the car waiting at the curb. A very large black man, in the stereotypical chauffer's uniform, including hat, opened the rear door and I entered. He looked like a body builder, no fat. My impression was more bodyguard than driver. I was the sole occupant. 

"The drive will be about forty-five minutes, Mistress. There are beverages and snacks, please help yourself. I you need anything at all, just press the intercom button." 

The windows were blacked out, the partition raised, I could see nothing of the outside. There was no way to know where I was or where I was going. I nervously amused myself listening to the radio. This was taking a huge risk, placing myself in the hands of people I did not know taking me to an unknown location, to meet mysterious people. It could only be justified because somehow I believed every word Ms. Smith had said. My professional life was spent judging people's words and their veracity. Hers' I judged completely truthful. 

There was also some completely intangible element. All of this just seemed right. For a lawyer who depended on cold logic, I had never believed too much in the ethereal. But recent experiences were opening me to new possibilities. 

The limo finally came to a halt. The door opened, we had arrived. I got out and stood at the entrance of a very large mansion. It appeared to be very old with Georgian architecture. The door was opened by a livered butler. As I entered the house, I saw a familiar face, Mrs. Zemke. I cannot think of an occasion when we had spoken, but of course, I knew who she was. 

"Welcome. You look ravishing, my dear. I see that my husband obeyed my orders. I will have to find a suitable reward for the old thing. Please come with me. We'll talk while we wait for our dinner to be served." 

We proceeded to a small parlor. Mrs. Zemke offered a seat and then sat herself near, facing me so that we could speak easily. 

"Ms. Smith told you about the goals of our Society. I know that she concentrated on the political and economic aspects of who we are and let me say at the outset, that all of your questions concerning those matters will be answered in due time. 

But what I want to speak to you about is the spiritual aspect of the Society. She told you that we worship the Goddess. We do, but it may not be as you may imagine. To us, the Goddess is not an actual person, but rather a personification of an ideal. Goddess is our visualization of the feminine energy of the Earth. 

That energy is activated through sexual interactions between feminine entities. That is why every member of our Society actively participates in lesbian sex. We gather the energy in this way and we direct it through ritual. We use and direct that energy to further the ends of our group. 

Tonight, you will be asked to participate in both, sex and ritual. You are an initiate and there is a ritual of acceptance. It is public, in the sense that all Society members are called upon to witness your acceptance. Once you are committed to the ritual, more about it will be explained to you. 

Once again, you may at this point, leave this house never to return. No consequence will accrue, unless, of course, you reveal any knowledge of your experience. I again warn you that the more knowledge you acquire, the more severe the penalty. You have now reached levels that would prove dangerous to you should you violate our rules. Increased knowledge, such as you will gain this night, would prove deadly. Do you wish to continue?" 

"Yes." 

"Then let us go in to dinner." 

We entered a formal dining room. I noticed that it was set with the same pattern and crystal as Mary Beth's house. I supposed that all of the finest home of the wealthiest people would have similar settings. It must be a coincidence. There were two other women seated. They were dressed much as I was. They looked familiar, but I could not place them. 

"You three are our initiates for tonight. You will be taken separately in the ritual and your part completed before the next joins us. Most initiates wonder about the lesbian aspect of your new life. Most of our members are happily married to men and have children. To the world, they appear quite normal and by traditional standards and many of them are. Of course, with the exception of their additional sexual activities with us. Some of their husbands are aware, some are not. 

But what is considered normal is changing, thanks in part to our efforts. With the acceptance of homosexual marriage, the door is now open to many new possibilities. Once we have broken the old standard of one man, one woman, there are no logical barriers to any marriage arrangements any consenting adult would wish. Same sex, multiple partners, polyamorous, even incest becomes logical and acceptable. In much of Europe already, there is acceptance of these things. 

In many Continental countries, there have never been laws against incest, except adult/child. After reaching majority, the state has no interest in family sex. Homosexuality has been tolerated for much longer than here, but we are catching up to them in all these matters. Our Society actively supports these causes for our own ends. 

All of this is to say that one must not assume anything about the sexual proclivities of any other members. Every variety of human sexuality, from conservative to without limits, is reflected with in our numbers. The point is that, for the most part, you are free to choose whatever you desire, past our basic requirements of woman to woman sex. And as a member, anything which you do desire is available to you. Do you understand?" 

We all indicated that we did and dinner went on. When finished, the three of us were guided by our host to a sitting room to wait for our call. Mrs. Zemke pulled me aside. 

"You will be last, as your initiation will take longer than the others. Frankly, you are special and additional activities will be offered to you. You are marked for leadership and rapid advancement. You do not realize how powerful you are and how much you will forward our cause. Others have noticed and that is why you have been tested already and recruited for this evening. Not to worry, everything will be explained." 

At last, it was my time. I was led into a very large room. I thought that it must have been the mansion's Ballroom. It was very dark, except for bright spot lighting in the center where we were headed. In the center of the light was what appeared to be a piece of round upholstered furniture, about eight feet in diameter. It was fairly low to the ground. 

I could tell that there was an audience surrounding the light. I could not see anyone, as my eyes, in having just passed from a lighted room into a dark one, made it impossible to see into the dark. But being in the dark looking out into the light, would have allowed the audience to see activity in the center perfectly. Although I could not see them, I could clearly hear the sounds of sex. Low voices were murmuring with passion. There were calls that were louder and more insistent. Voices of encouragement spoke to unseen lovers. There was an orgy of lesbian sex happening in that room that was generating a lot power. 

As we walked toward the center, just at the edge of the circle of light, I could make out a circle of women sitting on the floor. As I looked around the room, I saw that there were in fact, several of these groups contained within a second ring. They were located between the light and the mass of lovers. They were chanting. I had heard this chant before, but I could not remember where. Suddenly I knew. It was the same chanting I had heard in my dream. 

The bed, if that is what it was, formed the center circle. I had seen the make-up of the second ring, but I still could not see the arrangement of the outer ring. But I could sense that both the rings and circles were pushing all of that power generated by the first ring with the mass of lovers toward the focal point at the lighted center of the room. 

My libido was in overdrive. Arousal was consuming me. There was an energy here. It felt thick in the air. It pulsated, feeling like a phallus entering and withdrawing from my wet cunt. I was drowning in sex. It surrounded me, enveloped me, caressing every part of my body. It was inside me. I had never experienced anything like it before. I became sex. 

"You must indicate your acceptance of our rule and your desire to be a full member of our Society. Nothing may be hidden from our gaze. If this is your desire, please remove your clothing." 

My dress hit the floor. I stood completely naked before all. I loved being on display. I wanted them to look at me, to lust for my body. I thought about everyone in that room desiring me, making love to their partners while imagining that they were with me. The sexual energy filled me. I felt like all of the sex in that room was taking place inside of my body. I was becoming united with all of the women there. Power surged through me and took control of me. I became Goddess. Worship Me. 

At that moment a figure appeared out of the dark moving toward me in that center of light. It was Mary Beth and she was wearing the dress in my dream. When she was close by me, she took my hands, guided them through the open slit of her "blouse", planting them firmly on her breasts. I first felt, then looked at a set of beautiful nipple rings that had replaced the barbells she had previously worn. They were gold, and a pierced work of beautiful design. These had been created by a master goldsmith. They reminded me of wedding bands. Her left hand reached around to the back of my head while her right circled my waist, drawing me in to press against her body. 

She kissed me with a passion powered by the focus of the energy that was gathering in this exact spot. Like electricity, it flowed between our lips. It traveled from my hands to Mary Beth's body through her breasts and back again. We became one being, our souls were melded together. We were married, each becoming the both husband and wife of the other. Intimacy without limit. We together became Goddess together. Mary Beth broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. 

"Hello, Lover. I've been waiting for you for a long time." 

She sat me on the bed, remaining standing as she removed her dress. There was an unspoken question. 

"Yes" I whispered. 

Mary Beth came to me. We joined together. Our sexual union was beyond making love. It was love itself. I cannot describe all that happened physically between us, as my mind seemed to no longer be in my body. I was aware that sex was happening, but our sex melded with the sexual joining of the entire room. The power and arousal of each individual and their partners flowed through the two of us in our union. The physical sex we were having was only an outworking of the spiritual coupling that made us one with each other and one with the entire company. I was transformed. Whoever I was before this moment was swept away. It was like a butterfly being freed from the chrysalis. 

Our climax cannot be called an orgasm. That would be like calling the Pacific Ocean a pond. It was an experience that took us out of this world. It was like the entire room orgasmed at exactly the same time, the power concentrated and focused on the two of us at the center. It flowed through us and we participated in the cumming of every woman in that place. I traveled to Alpha Centauri. It was a long, languid journey home. 




Shift of Paradigm Pt. 02



I was exhausted as I lay beside my now wife/husband/partner/lover. Mary Beth looked at me speaking softly. 

"There's more." 

How could there possibly be more? What could be beyond what I had just experienced? 

"As powerful as the sexual union between any two women can be, there is a special union that is beyond almost all others. It is the true union of mother and daughter. Because of the physical and spiritual connection that already exists due to blood, the power of sex between them creates what is best described as a feedback loop that amplifies the energy. It is even more powerful between Grandmother and Granddaughter as that union picks up the relationship of the mother who is in between them. It adds that amplifier in both directions to their joining. That experience is dangerous, and only for the most knowledgeable of our Society." 

"Please sit in the chair which is now beside this bed. Observe. Experience." 

As I sat, I saw Rebecca come out of the shadows. She was dressed in the same gown as had been Mary Beth, the same of my dream. She walked to my new wife and they kissed the kiss of long time lovers. Power flowed. I could feel it course through my body. My pussy ached with need. 

Rebecca unclasped the hooks that held the waist of her gown together. She opened it in offering of her body to her mother. What a body it was! Tight, hard as if Goddess had become incarnate. Mary Beth's thigh was shoved between Rebecca's legs and her daughter was slowly grinding herself on it. She was sliding up and down in a slow hump, leaving a slick trail of her arousal on her mother's skin. Mary Beth cupped her daughter's breast and as I watched her lower her lips to take that hard nipple. I noticed that Rebecca had the same wedding band nipple rings as her mother. 

"Are you married?" I asked. 

Her head turned to look at me. "Yes, I married my daughter on her 18th birthday. She is my first wife." 

"You have others?" 

"Yes, one. And now, you also." 

Mary Beth continued the journey to her daughter's nipple. As she sucked it into her mouth I could see the motions of her tongue as she twirled it around that succulent fruit. Mary Beth then dropped to her knees and buried her face in Rebecca's folds. That tongue stroked upwards, traveling on the outside of the lips of that bald mound. When they reached Rebecca's swollen, hard clit, Mary Beth sucked in and began an Irish River Dance on it. Rebecca threw her head back and screamed out. 

"Fuck me, Mommy. FUCK MEEEEEEE!" 

I felt hands resting lightly on my shoulders, a cheek pressed behind my ear. A voice soft and sensuous speaking. 

"Do you want me like that? Do you want me like Mary Beth has Rebecca? Do you want to fuck your daughter?" 

I turned to my child's face and kissed her as my new lover. 

"Yeeees." I breathed. It was the low, guttural voice of wanton desire. I was filled with lust and power. I wanted to FUCK. 

Linda came around to the front of the chair. She knelt before me. Then she pushed my knees apart and positioned her body between them. My dripping sex was completely open to her. She was dressed in the same robe as Mary Beth and Rebecca had worn. My dream was becoming reality. 

Mary Beth and Rebecca had joined us, kneeling on either side of the chair. Linda unlatched her gown and teased me by opening it very slowly. As if I need anything else to drive me higher. As she revealed her offering of those full, stunning tits. I saw that she had the same wedding band nipple rings as mother and daughter. I turned to Mary Beth. 

"Have you fucked my daughter?" 

"Yes. Many times. And so will you." 

"I am married to both Mary Beth and Rebecca. Come join us, Mother. Become our bride." 

I threw my legs over the arms of the chair and roughly pulled my daughter's head between my thighs. 

"Eat me bitch" I growled. I married our daughters. 

Power rushed through me like the Mississippi at full flood. New Orleans just got washed away. Whatever amplifier was driving this explosion of sexual energy was going to get its circuits fried. Nothing could handle this. My first, utterly mind blowing orgasm came about thirty seconds later. 

We four moved to the bed. Mary Beth had pulled Linda away from me and gave me Rebecca while she fucked my daughter, our wife. I saw Linda helping Mary Beth step into the harness of a black strap-on. Rebecca pushed me onto my back and inserted a blue double ended dildo in my cunt. She lowered herself on to the other end and brought her sex to mine. That plastic cock was short enough that between our two pussies, we could take it all, and grind ourselves together. I loved the feeling of her clit stroking mine. 

Later, Mary Beth and I loved, while the daughters went for each other. Mothers and daughters reunited for the finale. Finally, I was going to have Linda in my arms as my true lover. She was now my bride also. I took the same dildo I had used with Rebecca, and slid it into the both of us. We stroked each other, practicing tribadism as we scissored. 

This time there was no rush. We looked into each other's eyes and whispered "I love you." Running our hands over every part of the other's body, we made love. Our souls melded together as we were absorbed into Goddess. Time and space ceased to have any relevance. We slowly ground together steadily, our sexual union steadily rising toward peak. 

My strongest connection was to my daughter Linda, just as Mary Beth and Rebecca were experiencing that primary mother/daughter bond among themselves. But all four of us were linked through the mutual marriage of us all. There had been no formal ceremony, that would come later, but a ceremony does not make a marriage. It only acknowledges a wedding of hearts that has already occurred. 

The link between us made each of us aware of the sexual pleasure of the other three. It was mystical. We were rising together through the Cosmos toward a unity of sexual power. I could hear the chanters calling out their ritual at the top of their voices. The crowd in the outer ring was in a frenzy of raw sex. 

The sounds of their screams and calls drove us four in the center high and higher. We blasted toward release. Our orgasms broke in unity. I felt myself in the body of the others, experiencing their climax as my own. I had four climax simultaneously, as did my three wives. 

That orgasmic unity took in all of the high tension sexual energy being generated in the room and ran it through the feedback loop of mother and daughter. Then it entered the four way box of our polyamorous, incestuous marriage hitting the other mother daughter loop. It continued bouncing back and forth, between all of us ever building in strength. 

I felt my four climax while at the same time I experienced each of the others have their four. That made sixteen. Then each of us felt that sixteen in each other and the math just gets real complicated from there. The sexual energy of our union grew exponentially. 

Everything faded into brilliant white. Forget Alpha Centauri, I was at the edge of the universe. I was the universe. A million bits scattered across the expanse. I was an orgasm. I died. 

I awoke lying on the bed at the center of the room. My three spouses lay sleeping. Nothing else stirred. I ached all over. I felt like I had been in a car wreck. Everything hurt. I scanned around the room. 

Only a few people were attempting to stand and stagger away. All of the chanters in the middle ring were completely still. They were splayed out on their backs like a starburst from the center of their individual circles. Like some explosive energy had thrown them back away from the core. I guess the circuits did fry. 

I collapsed again, drifting into blessed nothingness of deep sleep. I was unknowing until I awoke in Mary Beth's bed on Saturday afternoon. Rebecca and Linda were snuggled up with me. 

I thought to myself, "Well, OK Linda, I guess this is what you haven't been telling me about." 

I assumed that I passed the Society's test. 9 AM Monday I was made full Partner. 

Coming: Consequences



Shift of Paradigm Pt. 03



Shift of Paradigm Chapter 5 - Consequences

When I awoke on Saturday afternoon, I looked at the beautiful faces of two of my new wives. On one side, snuggled against me, was my daughter Linda. On the other side was Rebecca, Mary Beth's daughter and Linda's best friend. I wondered where was the fourth of our quadrangle marriage? I hoped that she would make an appearance soon.

The sun was streaming through the slats of the wood Venetian blinds. The room was beautifully decorated. Egyptian cotton sheets soothed my skin. The temperature was perfect. I luxuriated. Life was wonderful.

I was married! Not just one spouse, but three. I knew that there was no official legality to our group marriage, but one day soon that was going to change and I was in the right profession to help see it through. I was already thinking of legal strategies to break down those doors. Archimedes said, "Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world."

The success of gay marriage in the courts had provided the fulcrum. Following the path pioneered by Gay Rights, we were going to lever those doors open wider with the same kind of lawsuits. Bust them right open, wider than most anticipated. There was a deep irony in the fact that the few people who did anticipate exactly what I wanted to do, were the opponents of gay marriage. 

Their objection was based on the fact that once the old, one man one woman barrier was removed, there was then no logical restraint on any kind of marriage. They had been ridiculed and laughed at, portrayed as absurd religionist, reactionaries. The truth is that their argument was exactly correct and I was going to use their very words to do the very thing to which they most objected. 

In the meantime, in this state, I could legally marry Mary Beth. Rebecca and Linda could marry also. Only half way to the goal, but it was the best we would be able to do for the moment. It would be so much fun to have a double wedding!

My future legal wife walked into the bedroom. She was covered in that same sexy robe she had worn on my last visit. In spite of my fatigue and overall soreness, my motor started running. It was only idling now, but it would take only a little pressure on the pedal to get me up to high revs. And those two young hardbodies on either side of me? Pure jet fuel.

The effects of the gathering were still with me. It was something I had never experienced before. I felt like I was full of sexual energy. Not bubbling over, just right there at the surface, like everything would hold equilibrium as long as nothing was disturbed.

I once saw a water glass overfilled with water. The surface tension allowed the water to pile up just a bit higher than the rim of the glass. It was all good as long as you did nothing to add any more stress.

Mary Beth entered. I looked at her and felt disturbance, a creaking on the surface tension of my sexual stasis.

"I had cook prepare us something. You should get out of bed and come eat. And Lover, from the look in your eyes, if I don't get you out of that bed now, I never will."

"And that would be bad, how?"

"Oh Baby, don't push my buttons. I would love nothing better than to fuck your brains out, but we are in no condition to start up with that. Food first. But if you don't stop giving me that look, I might throw you on the dining room table and take you while the staff watches. Maybe when I am done, I'll let them have a turn with you."

"I repeat my earlier question." We both laughed. One of us wasn't really joking. Umm, which one of us was it?

I crawled out of bed dragging the girls with me. We had to get up and get going. We ate, talked, ate, talked some more, ate some more. We had been famished and the food helped revive our energy.

I was being served our late lunch by a beautiful girl. She was wearing a very revealing, very sexy maid's uniform. Her olive skin and large brown eyes were putting pressure on my pedal. My motor was starting to purr. Her outfit was designed to give me flashes of all her assets. They were tempting me to take advantage. 

As she bent over to fill my plate. The skirt rode up allowing a peek at a smooth shaved pussy. Varoom. I reached my hand in between her legs and started slowly traveling north. When I reached the top, I cupped her sex and inserted a finger into an already well lubricated hole.

"Is this one of the staff you were going to let have a turn?"

Mary Beth laughed at me out loud. "Bitch, you have got it BAD! We can't start again now. I am too beat up from last night. But you can come back and play with my toys anytime."

The tension in my libido eased just a bit. Not much, just enough. Was this to be my new permanent state?

Linda spoke up and turned to Mary Beth, "Did you know she was going to be like this when we were planning to recruit her?"

We all got a case of the giggles. Rebecca chimed in, "I don't know about you all, but I was damn sure hoping so."

That did not help the giggles one little bit.

We finally finished, broke the party up and got dressed to leave. I just wanted to go home and go back to sleep. But I did not look forward to being alone in my big bed. There had been no other permanent resident there since I kicked Bernard to the curb long ago. I was used to that, or so I thought. But now I wanted someone warm and loving to be beside me.

Of course, Mary Beth and Rebecca were staying at their house. I offered to drop Linda at her apartment.

"Oh no, Momma. I'm coming home with you. I am moving back in, if you will let me. I want to spend time with my newest wife."

I could scarcely breathe. My baby was coming back to me. She was coming home! I loved her so much. I had loved and admired her as my daughter. Now, she was also my wife and a whole new dimension was being added to the depth of our relationship. My heart leaped that she would be with me every day.

We stopped by her place to pick up her car. Also, enough of her things to get by for a few days until she could start moving back in. She was on a month to month lease and all of the furniture was rented, so leaving would not be difficult. The apartment had mostly been for show. Linda had not wanted to reveal to me, or anyone else outside of the Society, her marriage to the Simmons women. In reality, she had been living in Mary Beth's house, along with Rebecca.

I had not been this happy in a long time. We arrived home and emptied the cars. As we brought everything in, I told Linda that she could have her old room and she could put her things there.

"No, Momma. I am sleeping in the marriage bed. Your last spouse, Daddy, slept there and now I am your woman, your wife. I am claiming my right to that place. We are going to sleep there, make love there, fuck there. That's where we are going to share bois, boys, and all of the women we seduce. 

It is also where we will bring Daddy when it is time for him to breed me. I want him to fuck me pregnant in the bed of his former marriage, while his former wife watches. The fact that he will only get it once a year or so, and that his only role is sperm donor, will haunt him the other 364 days. He needs to be tortured by knowing what he could have had every night of his life, if he hadn't screwed up. He could have been putting his cock in his daughter's tight pussy as well as his wife's. He could have been filling me with his cum, all he wanted."

Damn! Who was this take-no-prisoners woman? She was my little girl who went from take it easy to take charge. She had grown so much as a person since she had moved out. I should have seen it before now, but there it was. In my befuddlement I went all Mr. Spock, asking dry logical questions like some teen schoolboy who didn't know how to handle the embarrassment of his lesson on sex in health class.

"Do many of the women in the Society choose to breed with their biological fathers?" I asked her. What the fuck kind of question was that?

"Yes, in fact almost all, if it is possible. There are some exceptions to that of course. If the father is not available for breeding, they will usually choose another close male relative. Normally a brother is first choice, then a Grandfather, spreading out to Uncle, cousins and the like. They are trying to keep the bloodlines as close as possible."

Spock to Kirk: "Why is that? Isn't there a greater chance of birth defects?"

"Not as much as people usually assume. And also the feminine energy of the Goddess has a healing quality that somehow fixes any genetic problems before they occur. As far as I know, there have been no birth defects of a child born of incest under the power of Goddess."

Spock to Dr. McCoy: "So why are close physical bloodlines important?" I swear if Scotty shows up, I'm leaving.

"The physical and the spiritual are connected. Although every woman has access to the power of the feminine energy of the Earth, it can be strengthened or conserved. That usually happens when power is passed between mother and daughter through incest. The sexual act between them creates a stronger spiritual bond than is common in a non-incestuous relationship. The power is passed, conserved in that bloodline, strengthening that line. The descendants become increasingly more powerful, therefore they are able to draw upon more of the feminine power and use it to a greater degree.

When creating a child, it is of course necessary for masculine energy of the male to be blended with the feminine energy of the female. Because the daughter is partly created by the same masculine energy, it smoothly integrates with her contribution to the child and does not dilute the feminine energy to any appreciable degree.

It is analogous to the old system of royalty in Europe. Royals could only marry other royals. It kept all of the power in the 'family', so to speak. Take for example the Hapsburgs. That family produced kings of Bohemia, England, Germany, Croatia, Ireland, Portugal as well as Spain and its colonial empire. There were also some of the Dutch and Italian countries thrown in the mix. The throne of the Holy Roman Empire was continuously occupied by the Habsburgs between 1438 and 1740. 

The 'royals' did not want a 'commoner' to enter the bloodline because that would dilute the power of the family. It would inject a non-royal into the mix. "Wild' masculine energy, that is, from outside of the bloodline, acts much like a 'commoner' would. Now, what happens with the energy of Goddess is not exactly the same as royal families and physical thrones. But it serves as a good illustration of the principle of conservation of power in bloodlines.

Like I said, sometimes there are exceptions. Mrs. Barth has three daughter of pure northern European descent, blond, blue eyed, Aryan. But they have decided that the future of America is not with the white race. They believe that white people will come to be at a disadvantage as they become a minority. So she has made sure that her daughters are black bred. 

There are now a total of twelve female biracial children from twelve different black males. The 'wild' masculine energy has diluted the feminine in the children to some extent, but Mrs. Barth's bloodline is very strong, so they think the present disadvantage is outweighed by the future advantage of multi-ethnicity. Others are doing similar things with Hispanic and Asian. The Society always thinks long term. It has never been about race or ethnicity. It is always about gender." 

Wow. I had married my daughter, but I had not married a girl. This was a smart, powerful, determined, mature woman. She had thought through what she wanted and she wanted to be married to me. She had also chosen to be married to Mary Beth and Rebecca. The emphasis is that she deliberately chose what happened. She controlled her life.

She had fallen in love with Rebecca first, which was natural because they grew up together as BFFs. They were like sisters and I suppose that is what they became. It wasn't very far to love. It also wasn't far to love with Mary Beth. She has always been like a second mother, with a deep love for both of our daughters. After she and Rebecca were married, it was an easy path for Linda to join them.

And now me. Our current living arrangements left our four way marriage split in two. We were going to have to fix that, but there was time. I realized that there were going to be a lot of details to be worked out in this new arrangement.

But that could wait. What was immediate concern was recuperation. Food, sleep and no sex. Yeah, right. That overfull water glass was likely not to leave me alone. It was going to cause trouble sooner or later. But Friday night had taken a lot of energy out of us and we had not yet gotten it all back.

That night, despite fatigue, I couldn't sleep. Mary Beth and Rebecca were at their house. I was in my marriage bed with my daughter/wife. I should have been content, but I couldn't stop thinking. I had to find a way to sort out my feelings. 

The Society was about power and dominance. It was about taking control. Maybe through hidden means. Maybe through overt action. But however you wanted to slice it, changing society through laws and public acceptance of all manner of items on the agenda, including incestuous marriage, required power. There was no other way to accomplish the task. Making it happen required control.

Presidents and high ranking politicians may personally be nice people, but they had to be, at least to some extent, ruthless in the exercise of power. Their enemies were going to be just as hard nosed, and survival depended on being able to meet that threat with power.

Some our most beloved Presidents had done so when necessary. I thought of Lincoln who had members of the Maryland State Legislature illegally arrested in order to prevent that state from voting for succession. The 1863 division of Virginia is Constitutionally unjustifiable unless one accepts certain legal fictions. The Emancipation Proclamation did not free all of the slaves. It left those in Maryland, Kentucky and Missouri in their chains. Does that make Lincoln bad? No, just ruthless in the exercise of power in order to achieve his goals.

My experience with Mary Beth in the limo was about power exchange. It was OK, because sometimes I had fun with that. At different times, I had both given and taken with various lovers. She knew about that aspect of my life. So that time Mary Beth took. Next time she would give. But whatever we did in that regard was done in the context of love. So I could give up all control because I had absolute faith in Mary Beth's love for me.

It wasn't my natural inclination except as play. A temporary role used for fun. But power exchange relationships were not the place where I really lived. On a personal level, I could visit there with those I trusted. But, I never had my mail forwarded to that address. It was a difficult place for me to stay.

The Society also involved my relationship with my daughter. The source of the Society's power was acquired through tapping into the feminine power of the Earth through lesbian sex. The highest form of which was incest. It drew the most power. But what was the relationship between the power driven nature of the Society and the love driven relationship between Mother and Daughter?

I loved my daughter. I loved the physical relationship we shared. Yes, the sex, the incestuous lovemaking. There was something about breaking the barrier that fed my soul. It was as if a spiritual entity had entered me and deposited nourishment. I felt complete with her when we melded together. There was nothing else like it. Our relationship was not power based. And truly, it was different than any relationship I had with any other person. It was even different than my relationship with my other two wives.

It was not in any way based on what drove the Society. There was no hint of that at all. Mary Beth and I could play at it, but there was no actual reality to it. We loved each other. An excursion into the dark side titillated, but only temporarily. With Linda, it was not possible for me to go there even for a moment. 

Because we were mother and daughter, the unreproducible quality of that marriage made every other relationship something outside of this one. Nothing, not even my marriage to my other wives could penetrate into the depth of the essence of this one. Whatever I played with others, however I used power to control people in order to bring change, none of that could come here.

I had loved her all of my life. There is something unique in the quality of love between mother and child. Something even finer between mother and daughter. Maybe it was because she was not only half me, but we had the addition of shared femininity.

I contemplated these things as she slept beside me. I ran my hand across her skin. I found it amazing how wonderful it felt to caress her. I suppose that somehow caressing another person was intended to make them feel better, but it caused a deep contentment in my own soul.

I leaned over and kissed her back. I dragged my tongue across her skin up to her neck. I nuzzled. I was making love to my daughter as much as if we were creating orgasms. This was just as fully love as that might be. Just to be near her, to feel my whole body pressed against her. 

It was hard to believe that this was really happening. I remembered when, just a short time ago, I could not have conceived of sleeping with my daughter. Incest was evil, forbidden. Now it came to be the most beautiful thing in the world. 

She stirred coming up out of slumber as I stroked her. Such beauty. Such elegance. She was a woman to be admired; smart, competent, competitive. She rolled around to face me. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. She responded sleepily. Lips parted, tongues strolled together, delight chased away sleep.

"Hi, Momma. I love you. Is everything OK?"

"I don't know, Baby. I am trying to sort it all out and sometimes it get confusing, then overwhelming. I don't know what's the right thing to do. Life used to be a lot simpler. Now there is the Society. It's everywhere. It has my three wives, my job, and my future all wrapped up. It's into everything. And I'm a little scared of it.

I've had lesbian group sex in front of maybe hundreds of people? Not just with other women, but with my daughter? Lesbian incest? I'm waiting for the pitchforks and torches at the front door.

But I know that this is right. If I have ever been right about anything in my life, I'm right about this. I love you like no other. Being with you fulfills me in ways I would have never believed anyone could. What we have is beyond my wildest imagination. I just don't want anything to mess with it. I don't want any of what is out there to get in here."

"It's going to be alright, Momma. Everything will work out. Nothing can break us apart. Nothing can destroy our love. You are my mother. I am your daughter. That's indestructible."

She pulled my head down for a kiss. Surface tension shattered, the water spilled over. I lightly stroked my daughter's sex. She responded by caressing my breasts and bringing her lips to my nipple. Suction applied and tongue stroked. Heaven.

I wanted more. I wanted to give her the gift of my love through physical pleasure. We kissed and caressed and stroked. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to consume my daughter, to become one entity, to merge with her until no one could tell us apart. I slid down the bed and parting her legs, let my body between them. I kissed her smooth thighs. Tasting her was better than tasting anything I had ever had in a five star restaurant. My daughter was delicious.

As my licking and caresses traveled north, the intensity of the stimulation I was giving was driving her higher. It was also driving me higher. The satisfaction of pleasing my daughter was the best aphrodisiac I could have. I poured my heart into hands and mouth and gave it to her as my gift. 




Shift of Paradigm Pt. 03



Linda responded with moans and movement. I was getting to her. I was happy that I could. I was a mother who was giving the totality of her being to her child.

A hand on the back of my head directed me toward the most beautiful object on the planet, my daughter's sex. Women's pussies are beautiful. The long slash, the folds and, of course, the Captain of this boat who steered us to ecstasy.

Humanity started here. Linda had started there, as a male had made me ready for her creation. Masculine energy had mingled with feminine and this beauty was the result. Now celebrated by the sexual union of two women, mother and daughter.

Someday, Linda's father would fill this woman with his hard cock. He would stroked her to orgasm and supply the means of creating another daughter. He would fuck her pregnant. Then she would experience the ultimate joy of a mother's love for her daughter. She would, at the appropriate time, unify with her own daughter in sexual bonding just as we now were. 

I kissed the space between her legs on both sides avoiding her most sensitive areas. I wanted to keep her on simmer. I wanted to keep her floating in Limbo as long as possible, neither here nor there. Full boil would come later.

But she began directing her own journey. Hands on my head pulled my mouth to her center. I knew what she wanted. I placed my tongue flat against her and I licked her core from bottom to top. Down on the outside of her lips. Up on the inside. I made friends with the Captain. We seem to get along well.

I plunged as deep as I could down the tunnel of her sex. Tongue fucking was one of my favorite things to do with her. Because it was one of the things that she loved the best. Rebecca kisses and tells.

It wasn't long before she was going to peak. I tried to slow down, but she would have none of it. I drew her lips into my mouth, lightly clamped and pulled. I sucked them.

Linda was not a "talker". During sex she was mostly quiet except for moans and other vocalizations that could, at peak, be quite loud. But she didn't say many words except for the occasional, "Oh, yes!" or "Right there!" kind of directions. I had to judge pacing and placing through mostly nonverbal clues.

Her ass began to bounce off of the bed as I licked and sucked every place I could. I pressed two fingers in her pussy and stroked her G spot with that 'come here' motion. Her clit was now sandwiched between my fingers on the inside, making pressure from below and my mouth descending from above. 

There were muffled sounds in my ears. I couldn't hear anything clearly as her thighs had my head in a vice. Her thrashing around made me fear for a broken neck. Shit. I didn't know if I was going to suffocate or die from a crushed skull.

I survived the tsunami. When she released me, I raised my face to look into her gorgeous eyes. Pure love, mixed with not a little lust, reflected back to my own. How could the Universe contain this? 

Our four way in the Ballroom had contained more energy. But that was what it was about, powering the Society. This had nothing to do with that. This was an experience all its own.

"I love you" she said.

I climbed back up beside her and we held each other.

"I don't know how to tell you how full is my heart" she went on. "You make my head explode the way you fuck me. It's more than physical. My essence merges with yours and physical analogies fail to express what I feel. It is literally indescribable. Sex with my mother is something the world condemns, but they have no idea what beauty it contains."

"I know Baby. That's how it feels for me, too. There is no way to communicate it to others. Only those who have experienced it can understand."

"That's what Rebecca always said. She told me that all of the waiting for you would be worth it. She said that when it finally happened it would be like nothing else. No other experience would come close. That's the way it is between her and Mary Beth. 

I was at first a little insulted when they were honest with me, telling me that as good as it was with me, nothing could ever be like a mother daughter relationship. It's not the sex that makes the relationship good, it is the relationship that makes the sex so good. They didn't tell me the half of it."

"Speaking of sex..." A wry smile crossed her face. "My turn."

Oooh boy, I was in trouble.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Monday morning came way too early. Up and out for both Linda and me. That was the price. The benefit was a warm, loving kiss and sweet caresses to start the day. We went our separate ways, for me it was breakfast at the drive thru and hit the office running.

I arrived early. Few were in to work yet. I checked all of the arrangements that I had left to my staff on Friday. Mr. Zemke was right. It was a tight ship with a competent staff, everything was in order.

Right at 9 o'clock, Mr. Zemke once again appeared in my office.

"Emily, if you will come with me, please. You presence is requested in the board room."

I thought to myself, "Oh, crap. What has gone wrong now?"

We rode the elevator up to the level of the offices of the members of the Board. We walked through Reception and into the Board Room proper. As I entered, I heard applause. I was confused. There stood every Partner and Board member along with their significant other. I looked at Mr. Zemke. There was confusion registering on my face.

"The applause is for you, Emily. You have earned it and you deserve it."

I still was not sure what this was all about. Then the Chair of the Board, Ms. Bluefields, stepped forward.

"In association with, and the hearty approval of the Partners of this firm, the Board has unanimously voted you as a full Partner. Congratulations. Your new office is waiting for you on the floor just below this one."

Wait. That is the floor for Senior Partners. The level for Junior Partners was down two levels. I didn't understand. But there were handshakes, hugs and congratulations from all. A cake and drinks, a little celebration ensued. After a while, Mrs. Bluefields took me by the arm. 

"Come with me dear, I will explain it to you as we go."

We entered the Executive elevator for the short ride down. As we stepped out, there was more applause from the staff on that floor. I was still in a bit of a daze as events were happening so fast, I hadn't had time to process them.

The new office was stunning. There was an outer room for my secretary. Through that room was access to the door of my actual office. We entered to an space richly appointed with mahogany paneled walls and furniture. Obviously, the room had been done by a professional interior designer. It was beautiful, a strong hint of femininity, but designed to shout, "Power." It definitely made a statement. It had an adjoining private water closet.

"Come sit. We need to talk."

There was a leather divan located against one wall with two matching chairs facing and a small coffee table in between. There was an expensive bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket and two flutes. The bottle was already opened, and Ms. Bluefields poured.

"A little more celebration while we chat. I am certain you are wondering why your office is among the Senior Partners. The truth is, that you will be voted to that level very quickly and is such a bother to move again and again as you rise in the firm. You are very powerful. Friday night caught us off guard, which is something that does not happen often. We pride ourselves on being one step ahead.

We all could sense your power before you were ever issued the invitation. We knew that you were something special. We did not know how special. When we investigated you, we looked at your ancestry back many generations to determine if your ability came from bloodline. We saw nothing, but this morning every detail is being reexamined to see if there is something we missed. I do not believe that there is anything, our staff is most competent.

I am convinced that you are a wild card. The Joker that shows up in the deck from time to time, at seemingly random intervals. So here you are, and us with no explanation. When we say that you are powerful, we do not mean that you are powerful in and of yourself. It is that you are able to summon the power of Goddess unlike any other we have seen in our life time. We are also investigating our histories to see if they record anyone else like you.

Your raw ability needs training. We hope that not only can you draw massive power, but there are some indications that you are also able to self-direct it. That would be an unprecedented combination. As you saw Friday, power is generated by sex, but we direct it through and by those in the circles, those who were chanting the ritual. That is why you heard chanting in the dream that we sent you. Someone who can draw as you do and direct without ritual is something we never considered.

You draw power, and again, we think that you may be able to self-direct that power, but there is one more element that is propelling your future. You are highly intelligent and diligent in everything that you pursue. You are disciplined. Power without discipline is very dangerous. We believe that you are able to handle the gift you have been given.

So let me look into my crystal ball and tell you your future. You will be made Senior Partner and be given high profile cases, which you will win. You will be elevated to the Board, possibly to my Chair, if I choose to retire. In any case, you will make a name for yourself and become well known to the public. From that point on, you will have to make a choice. Stay with Law or go into Politics.

If Law, you will be appointed to the Federal Bench, rising through the Appellate Courts until you will be finally appointed to the US Supreme Court. Who knows, maybe even Chief Justice. If Politics, you will be elected to the US Senate. From there you will run on someone's ticket as Vice Presidential candidate. Then one day, you will run on your own for President.

You are being groomed for powerful positions because you are a powerful person. You will do our Society much good and advance our cause. You are already moving our time table ahead of where we anticipated. The energy that you drew on Friday, was directed by ritual until it overwhelmed us all. Over the weekend, we saw a two percent jump in approval for gay marriage in nationwide polling. Other causes also surged, but I illustrate with that one, because it has direct bearing on your personal life due to your marriages.

All of these things will be played out over time. I have no doubt that you will succeed at every point on the path that the Society has planned for you. Along that path there are lessons that you must learn. One of them you must learn right now. You are powerful, but I am your superior and you must acknowledge you subordination to me. I am your Mistress. I will not call on you often. I already have too much respect for you to ever humiliate you publicly. But a demonstration of your submission to the Society must be made. And I will assure you that this will not be the last time a demonstration will be deemed warranted.

Honestly, Emily, you scare the hell out of some people. And the thought of you and Mary Beth together is causing some loose bowels. No one wants to even think about what your daughters could become."

With that, Ms. Bluefields stood and raised her skirt. She wore no panties. Her legs were toned, smooth, hairless just as was her sex. Her pussy was beautiful. She dropped her fingers and stroked her lips. A finger dragged down the middle parting them and then on the return, glided across her swollen clit.

"Eat me."

I knelt down in front of her. Submission was the only course possible, but it was not a hardship. I wanted to lick that sweetness. I expressed my gratitude for all that she and the Society were going to do and all that they had already done. 

Every organization has a command structure. Everyone submits to the authority of the one who is higher ranked. We arrive at work at a certain time and accomplish certain tasks because that is what is demanded of us. If we wish to reap the reward, we submit to the authority of the Boss. No different here, I was just expressing my submission a little differently.

But that was not all of it. Since the night of my initiation, I was different. Previously, I was basically a hetero woman who occasionally experimented with women. Now I was lesbian, full blown. I craved female to female sex. I worshiped pussy.

That didn't mean that I didn't still want some hot, live cock on occasion. But it was now flipped. Female sex first, men on the side. Servicing Mrs. Bluefields demands was not bothersome at all. I was not put off by the submission aspect because foremost was the fact that there was a beautiful, attractive older woman who wanted me.

It reminded me of the Spartans. In that society, women's primary relationship was with other women and men's with other men. Women lived at home with their female lovers and the fighting men lived in barracks with theirs. The man's primary sexual relationship with another man.

Men and women did marry in order to have children. On the wedding night, maybe for the first time, the husband left his male lover at the barracks and went to have intercourse with his wife. The wife was required to shave her head. Many think this was so that she would more closely resemble the males her husband was used to having sex with. They wanted to be sure he could get it up.

After they copulated, the male went back to stroking off in the tight ass of his same sex mate and the wife returned to her lesbian home. They reconnected as necessary to repopulate the city. Maybe this was the Society's model.

Yes, the format of the encounter was the establishment of the pecking order. But I didn't care about that. It was necessary to be done. But I knew that there was more to Mrs. Bluefields request than protocol. She wanted a real connection with me and sex was the avenue de jur.

She removed her finger and I replaced it with my tongue. I stroked between her lips on my own search for her swollen hot button. Oh, Goddess this was so good. I loved her taste. I loved the feel of this cunt on my tongue. I loved the idea of having this woman fill my mouth. It used to be cock I dreamed of. No more.

I swirled and flicked, feeling her legs tremble. My hands reached around to the backs of her thighs to help support her weakening legs. I sucked her lips into my mouth stretching them. While holding on to them, I flicked my tongue across them, at the same time slipping up and down their length. At the top, I sucked her clit into me, clamping down slightly, tugging it and releasing over and over. 

Her knees gave out as she came. When they buckled, she popped out of my mouth and sat down hard.

"Oh my Goddess! That was soooo good. I do believe that from now on, I will require frequent consultations with you on legal matters of great importance." 

I smiled. "Anytime."

"Emily, this was not just simply for my pleasure, though it certainly accomplished that. I needed to see you as submissive because you will become a great dominant. I believe that all good dominants begin as a submissive. How else will they know how to dominate? How will they understand the needs and desires of those they control? 

Our research told us that you were a switch, already understanding both sides of the equation. But as you go forward, it is the dominate side of your personality that will need to be in the forefront. In that regard, we have a present for you. It fits into your need to understand dominance. It is part of the education that you must aquire."

She stood, smoothed her skirt, walked toward the entrance. Opening the door, she requested that someone should bring something in. I could not hear all that she was saying, so I was surprised when she led into my office a cloaked and hooded figure. The hood was open-faced, but deep. The face was so far back within it, that the features could not be easily seen without removing the hood. Ms. Bluefields pressed down on the shoulder of the figure and it knelt in the middle of the room.

She stood behind the shrouded person, reached down under the chin and untied a string that held the cloak closed around the neck. The cloak fell open slightly, just enough to reveal the swell of cleavage. It was an enticing tease to the promise of a nice set of full breasts.

"This is a gift to you from the firm as congratulations upon you promotion."

Ms. Bluefields removed the cloak and hood entirely. I was stunned by what I saw. The revealed girl was kneeling with her thighs spread far apart. Her legs were folded under the thighs as her small boyish ass rested on the floor. The feet were turned toward the rosebud, toes pointing the way to anal delights. 

My eyes were immediately drawn by the 'V' of her legs toward the focal point at the center. As she wore no panties, the lips and swell of a beautiful pink pussy glistened with the natural lube of arousal. I could see that her clit and labia were penetrated by rings. There was invitation to enjoy the pleasure of her cunt.

As my eyes traveled upward, a thin waist was encased in a bustier that ended in quarter cups which lifted and projected firm breasts with large nipples. They were begging to be sucked. They were also pierced with plain gold slave rings. Her arms were pulled behind her, as the wrists were held together by wide leather cuffs. The position caused her chest to push out forward making the 34 B teats call even more attention to themselves. They were perfectly proportioned to her body.

The neck was encircled by a high posture collar which had 'D' rings embedded into the leather work. It followed the bottom of the jaw line causing it to be lifted and her head held high. The deep green eyes were cast downward toward the floor. She would not look a Mistress in the eyes. The face was framed by dark brown, almost black hair which was gathered behind her neck in a loose ponytail. It reached to the top of her buttocks.

As enticing as her body proved to be, the most striking feature of this lovely creature was her face. She had the face of an angel. I believed that she could have doubled Victoria's Secret sales all by herself. It was not the face of worldly sophistication. It was the face of innocence. This was your younger sister, your virginal daughter. Although I knew that it was impossible for her to be that young, she looked years shy of adulthood. The contrast between the apparent innocence of that face and the raw sexuality of her body caused instant wetness in me. I wanted.

"She is a slave and now she belongs to you."

"How can you just give me a slave? Where did she come from? How did she become a slave?"

"One of the senior council members of the Society has a business which creates them. She has a world-wide clientele of the wealthiest and most powerful people on the planet. As you know, the rules are different for the elite and the more elite you are, the less rules you have to follow. White slavery is alive and well, in fact thriving. It is extremely profitable as the raw material for her product is free.

Although white slavery is a bit of a misnomer. We would never operate on the basis of race. We enslave on an equal opportunity basis. After all, discrimination is against the law. We don't discriminate on the basis of gender either. If you like, you can place an order for a boy toy. Something in a size 9" by 3" thick cock, perhaps? What color would you like? Many of our white members prefer something dark, black. You think it's the novelty?"

My brain was in shock. I think that Mrs. Bluefields was deliberately being provocative, trying to throw me off balance. If so, she was doing a good job. I could not wrap my head around the creation of, or actual ownership of a slave. I kept asking questions just to keep my mind operating and also to keep my jaw from hanging open in stupor. Mr. Spock was threatening to beam aboard.




Shift of Paradigm Pt. 03



"What is her name?"

"She doesn't have one unless you give her one. All vestiges of any former life she may have had are wiped away. Whatever she was before, no longer has any relevance for her. She is only Slave, finding her fulfillment, her purpose for living in the pleasing of her owner.

She is very thoroughly trained in sexual arts, completely bisexual, capable of entertaining yourself or anyone you choose for her to service. There is no sexual act which she has not performed, excepting those, of course, which risk injury. Slaves such as this one are quite valuable and only a complete fool would risk damaging it.

But sex is not her only talent. It would be prohibitively expensive to maintain a slave who just lay around all day waiting to be fucked. This one is a full charge bookkeeper. With just a little more education, she will be a CPA. Just because she needs to be your fuck slut, doesn't mean that she is stupid. 

Most of our raw material comes from the higher end of IQ test scores. There seems to be a correlation between high intelligence and the desire to be owned. Which is fortunate, in that it creates a higher quality product. A stupid slave is just more work than it is worth. No one wants to have to follow a slave around all day, supervising every assigned task.

Right now, she is listed on the firm's employee directory as your Personal Assistant. The a portion of the salary which is on the books as having been paid to her is actually going to pay the balance of her educational expenses. At the current rate, that will take about three years or so. We could arrange for her to go to work at one of our related Accounting firms which would significantly cut into the payoff time, due to the increased value of her work. Or if you would like to get it over with in less than a year, you can assign her to one of several lesbian brothels in this city. Again, a related business."

I still was not convinced that this was right, or that anyone could get away with actually literally owning a slave. 

"How can you just go out and force people into slavery? We fought a Civil War against this sort of thing!"

"We force no one into slavery. When this girl was made a slave, she put the collar around her own neck of her own free will. She closed the lock on that collar and willingly handed the key to her new owners. She gave herself into slavery. 

The educational expenses that we are reimbursing are the cost of her training which she asked for. Everything was explained to her before she started. She was extensively psychologically and physiologically tested. We had to be sure that this is what she wanted and that her personality was actually suited for this life.

But people shouldn't be worried about the few hundreds of slaves we produce each year. They should be worried about the millions who, in that same year, are enslaved in this country alone."

"What are you talking about? We don't have slavery in this country."

"Of course we do. Look at the current socialist agenda. In the old style slavery, which ended in 1865, a slave owner had to clothe, feed, and house his slaves. It was against the Law to educate them. The slave family could not exist as such, as any member, husband, wife or child could be sent away at any time. They were completely dependent on their owner for their every need. So what is different now? 

Many people think that we simply have a new form of slavery that has replaced the old. The former slave owners were Southern Whites. Now the owners are Northern White Liberals. They are enslaving people with government programs. And this slavery is not limited by skin color. The average welfare recipient is white.

Look at the programs that they created. Subsidized government housing projects to house slaves. Food stamps to feed them. Welfare payments to clothe them. And failed public education that keeps them ignorant and down on the government plantation. 

The new slaves consistently vote themselves deeper into legal slavery by electing the same people over and over. And the family is still destroyed as welfare payments to the mother are dependent upon the absence of the father. The white racist bastards of the antebellum South were never this good. 

The result is multigenerational ownership of slaves by the government as welfare dependency is passed down generation after generation. As much as I despise him, one of the leaders of the Black Muslims is completely correct when he says that welfare is slavery. 

Truthfully, as bad as the socialist may be, the capitalist are really no better. Where the socialist target slavery to the lower classes, capitalist are creating economic slavery in the middle class. Go talk to Mary Beth and ask her the real purpose of credit card teaser rates. Think about government guaranteed student loans issued by the banks that can never be discharged, even through bankruptcy. What about zero down, no qualifying mortgages? 

The government created the housing crisis that trapped millions in homes by forcing banks to make loans that should have never been made to anyone. But the banking industry embraced it. When it inevitably blew up, their mortgages made the borrowers financially underwater and now they are dependent on the government to bail them out of financial disaster. It is all about creating economic slavery.

So, all of that to say that what we do is, in my opinion, one hell of a lot better than what goes on every day all around us. Our slaves knowingly and intelligently ask for slavery. The true bottom line is that we do not make slaves. We help slaves recognize who they truly are and prepare them to live the future of their dreams."

"So is the Society for Capitalism or for Socialism?" I asked.

"Actually, neither. We use both to achieve our goals which are not really economic in nature. In the end, only some form of Capitalism can actually work in the real world. The Socialist experiment of the Soviet Union only lasted for 70 years. Then it collapsed under its own weight. As Winston Churchill once said, 'The problem with Socialism is that eventually you run out of other people's money.' 

As I said before, we use whatever opportunities are presented to us at the time. When the feminist movement was so prominent in this country back in the 70'sand 80's, we quietly supported it. That does not mean that we were in agreement with everything that they were doing. 

Some of the leaders were extremely radical and we did not support all of their goals. More than a few were actually Marxist/Communist. We did not support that part of their agenda, but on matters of female dominance we agreed.

The Socialist must create havoc in the society in order to take control. If there is no crisis for them to exploit, they will create one. Those early feminist leaders recognized, exploited and partially created the discontent that women felt about their place in society. We, on the other hand, exploited them and their movement for our own purposes. 

Look where we are 40 years later. That cadre is in the dustbin of history. Outside of a small group, who remembers them? Dedicated feminist and students of history will, but the general public 40 years later doesn't even recognize the names. While we are growing stronger every day thanks to our exploitation of the cracks that they hammered into society.

I have to give credit to the Socialist, or again, as we call them in this country, Progressives, for thinking in terms of centuries. Capitalist can't think beyond the next quarterly report. But the Society thinks in terms of millennia. 

Long after every economic and social theory popular today is on the ash heap of history, women will still be women. Gender and the feminine power of the Earth will be here forever. And Societies like ours will continue to fight this same battle for as long as is necessary."

I was beginning to understand the true goals and motivation of the Society. I still didn't understand many of its actions. I still wasn't sure why they had given me a slave. I would have never asked for that. But people, and organizations, do things for a reason. There was something that they were trying to change in me that my ownership of this young woman was supposed to direct.

Even the most bizarre behaviors are purposeful to those who are doing them. Almost always, those whom we deem insane usually do not believe that they are insane. They think that what they believe is perfectly rational and actually you are the one who is insane because you do not agree with them. 

If I was to understand the Society, I had to understand its core beliefs. Maybe I would find that I disagreed with some of those beliefs. Maybe one the things I would wind up changing in the future was the Society itself. But if I was to make sense of their actions, I had to connect with how they think. People are motivated by what they believe. 

During our talk, I had forgotten about my new slave. That would never do. The dominant is always responsible for the submissive. It was my job to care about and provide for the needs of my slave.

I addressed Ms. Bluefields. "Have we formally transferred ownership of this slave? I think we must attend her needs, but I cannot do so until she actually belongs to me."

"Oh, I am so sorry. I did go on, didn't I?"

Ms. Bluefields addressed the kneeling woman. "This is you new owner. She is now your Mistress. You will obey her in every matter just as you have been trained. She will be a good Mistress and you will be happy."

"Thank you Mistress." Turning to me she said, "Mistress, I am yours to command, to use in any way you desire. How may I serve you?"

"First of all, and of utmost importance, is that you must always be truthful with me. I cannot adequately care for you if I do not know what you are thinking or what you really need. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress"

"Then tell me."

"Mistress, may I rise? This position is uncomfortable. And may I please have my arms unbound from behind my back?"

"You understand that you are my slave and I may keep you as I wish for as long as I desire?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand and I will obey."

"Good. You may rise and I will unbind you. Do you need help?"

"Please, Mistress."

I went to my new slave and helped her to her feet. The proximity to this beauty turned my thoughts away from economics and political theory to more interesting matters. Her beauty and sensuality were stroking other parts of my brain. That glass wasn't even half empty yet. I found that the thought of dominating this slave was turning me on big time. Sex was going to be a lot different tonight.

But as Shakespeare wrote, "There's the rub." I played at dominance games on occasion. But it was not who I was. Having a slave might be fun short term, but long term required a commitment on my part that could not be lightly broken. The Society was placing me in a relationship that was far outside of my comfort zone. I was going to have to think long and hard about how all of these new relationships fit together. Maybe that was the point of what Mrs. Bluefields was doing. Forcing me to rethink everything I thought I knew about sex and power.

"Are you going to take her home or should I help make arrangements for her?" asked Ms. Bluefields.

"No, thank you. I think that I'll just rewrap this gift and take it home with me. It's always fun to play with something new."

Coming: Resolution



Shift of Paradigm Pt. 04



Shift of Paradigm - Chapter 6 - Resolution

We had arrived home, so the first order of business was to arrange living quarters. That was easy. I showed my new slave to Linda's old room.

"This is where you will sleep. You may put your things away in the bureau."

My slave had come to me with only a few possessions. Basic toiletries and several changes of lingerie. Technically, even the few things she had, though I referred to them as 'hers', belonged to me just as did her body. She, being a slave, owned nothing unless I decided that she did.

"Thank you, Mistress"

"Right now, take a quick walk around the house and familiarize yourself with your new home. Then, hang up the robe in your closet and take everything off. I want you completely nude. Make sure that you are clean and ready to service me properly. You will find whatever you need in the bathroom in the hall. When you are done, return to this room and wait for me. I have some calls to make and will be back with you when I am done. Be quick, as my business will not take long."

"Yes, Mistress."

What the hell was I going to do with a slave? I personally was a switch. I had loved to take my turn dominating my partners sexually, but this was full-time for real. Ms. Bluefields had as much told me that this was going to be a necessary part of my life. I was going to need to be more dominant. I was now Mistress to an as yet unnamed female slave.

I needed help with this new role. I mean, sex was going to be great and I planned on enjoying this reward to the fullest. This girl was hot! Goddess, I wanted to fuck her right now! But the role of a Mistress meant responsibility for one's slave and there were things that I needed to take care of immediately.

I went into my bedroom and shut the door. I called my wife, Mary Beth. She was the only person I thought would have the answers that I needed. Fortunately she was available to talk to me and picked up.

"Hey, Lover," she said. "What's up?"

"Well, it's a bit complicated and I need your advice."

I explained to her what had transpired and my new ownership status.

"Oh, Baby! That's so exciting. I can come over tonight and help you sort things out. You know all of the servants in my house are my slaves. I own every one of them and have sex with them regularly. So does Rebecca. And, by the way, your daughter/wife does too. We've had a lot of fun while we waited for you to join us.

But the first thing you need to do is get off of the phone and go fuck that girl until you are exhausted. When Linda gets home, give her a turn with the same instructions. You need to immediately establish total dominance over this slave. Everything else can wait. 

She needs to clearly understand that you have the strength to control and use her. It is what she wants and craves. It will provide the security that she needs, as she will know that you care enough about her to provide for her. Make sure that you do not injure her, but some pain will be expected and desired on her part. This is the beginning of a trust relationship that is the basis of any successful dominant/submissive relationship. 

I will be over as soon as I wrap up things here. If there is anything left after you and Linda get through with her, maybe you will let me play a little also. She sounds yummy."

I hung up the phone, grabbed a shower and changed into some fun clothes. I strapped on a medium sized dildo, as I did not yet know how large she could take. With my favorite riding crop in hand, I started out the bedroom door. It would be a good beginning to an excellent evening.

My slave was waiting for me when I walked into her bedroom. She was properly presenting herself for my pleasure. I looked at her kneeling on the floor, sitting back on her calves, feet tucked under that delicious, tight, firm ass. The legs were spread and my eyes traveled up her legs to the apex, where she displayed glistening sweet lips, puffy and red with excitement. Palms up in supplication, her arms rested on her thighs. Succulent breast thrust forward by the arched back, nipples hard. Head bowed, eyes cast down, she was the vision of a slave who in every way, by body position and facial expression, communicated the need to please her owner and fulfill every sexual desire.

I took a moment to look at her, drinking in her beauty. Now that I could examine her at leisure, I realized that she was more beautiful than I had understood when I saw her in the office. Her face was like an angel. Oh, Goddess! My libido went into overdrive. If I touched myself, I would have cum instantly.

"To hell with that!" I thought, "That's what slaves are for."

I walked over to where she was waiting. I could see that she was trembling slightly. Whether in fear or not, I was not sure.

"Are you afraid? You may speak."

"I am afraid that I will not please you, Mistress."

"Why are you trembling, my pet?"

"I need" she replied.

That was all she had to say. I understood perfectly. Being a switch I knew her craving to be dominated, used, and in that use, be both humiliated and highly valued by her owner. She desired to empty out her love for the one who possessed her body and soul. Her validation came through the gift of self she willingly offered. Her reward was orgasmic delight, that is, if I allowed.

My crop flashed down and gave her nipple a sharp slap. The young beauty flinched and moaned at the same time.

"Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?"

I obliged with a blow to the other, achieving the same result. I placed the crop under her chin and lifted her head until I could look at her face full on. Her eyes were still cast down.

"Look at me."

Those eyes raised until they met mine.

"Understand, you are my slave and I will use you in any way I see fit. You will obey me instantly and you will be punished. If you are good, then it will be in ways that you enjoy. If you are disobedient, then you will severely regret you actions. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Get up! Lay over the bed, pull your legs back. Spread that cunt."

Her ass and pussy were now wide open to me. I laid on the crop to that incredible ass. Listening to her whimpering and mewling as she begged for more got me aroused in a way I had not been in a long, long time. Power is indeed the ultimate aphrodisiac. 

I laid more blows on her cheeks, rosebud, pussy and thighs. My fingers stroked her orchid. It was flooded with juices. She wanted this bad. I had to have a taste.

Oh my Goddess, it was good! I loved this new pussy. It tasted like woman. It felt like I was licking and savoring a juicy perfect fruit. She was so wet.

Her ass danced with anticipation. I lined up my cock with that sweet pussy. She tried to find a way to impale herself on it. I gave her a hard crack with the crop.

"Stop moving while I shove this cock in you. You may not come without permission. You may beg."

"Please, Mistress, please fuck me."

I pushed the cock into her sopping pussy with one long stroke. She took it all. I began pumping slowly, but quickly increased the tempo. I listened to her panting as she continued to plead for more.

I thought knew just where her head was. I thought I understood the how and why of her desire to be taken, if she responded like me. Of course, I could be mistaken to some degree, more or less, because no two humans are exactly alike. 

When my submissive side is on display, it gives up all control and gives up all responsibility. Being owned, dissolved the need to make choices. Mistress becomes the all-powerful and directs, at that moment, every aspect of one's existence. 

Pleasure is now given from the hand the Controller and the amount of pleasure received can be limitless. There is no self-restraint because no restraint is desired or possible. The Controller determines how much and when, or if at all. The sexual ecstasy intensifies because pleasure is received without any self-inflicted throttle. 

Most people cannot be submissives because they cannot open themselves to that much pleasure. They fear giving up that control because they have no one that they trust to that extent. A good dominant can stretch your boundaries beyond your own imagination. 

This slave had to learn that she could trust me. That I would never bring actual harm to her. Pain, yes. Discomfort, yes. But never injury. I also had to supply the positive side. I would meet her needs while deriving my pleasure from satisfying them.

"Please, Mistress, may I cum?"

I whipped her hard. Every time she begged. I whipped her again. This slut was in a frenzy. The crop only drove her higher. The begging became more desperate. When I thought that she could go no higher without orgasming, I abruptly stopped and withdrew the strapon. She was on the knife's edge, suspended between heaven and hell. I walked around to look at her face, staring directly into her eyes. They were wild with desire. I held for just a moment.

"Cum."

She exploded.

It must have been that my daughter/wife Linda had just arrived home, as she came rushing into the room.

"What's going on?" Her voice sounded worried. "I heard screaming."

Rebecca's face appeared behind Linda. They must have come in together. Both of them looked at me, then looked down to where the strapon was hanging between my legs. Their attention shifted to the young beauty who was still writhing on the bed, whimpering at the last of her orgasm.

"Who is that?" they both asked at the same time.

"She is my slave, a gift from Ms. Bluefields and the board of the firm. She is their congratulations on my promotion to full partner."

"Oh. Mom! You made full partner?"

They both threw their arms around me, kissing and hugging. Expressing their joy for my accomplishment. Rebecca walked over to the bed where the girl was still coming down from her ecstatic high.

"What's her name?" my other wife asked.

"She doesn't have one yet. We will have to find a good one."

"She's gorgeous. She could be a Centerfold." A look of powerful lust came over Rebecca's face. I'm not sure, she could have been salivating.

"Mom" said Linda, "You know that all of Mary Beth's house staff are slaves."

"Yes, Baby. Mary Beth told me that on the phone this afternoon."

"Did she tell you that Rebecca and I also played with her toys?"

"Yes, my love, she did tell me that."

"May we?"

"Of course. I love sharing with my wives."

"Any limits?"

"No injuries. I mean none, physically or otherwise. She may be my slave, but she is still a human being."

Rebecca was already half way undressed. I took off the strapon and handed it to Linda. I gave her a long, deep kiss. She walked over to where Rebecca was standing by the bed and pressed herself to Rebecca's back, reaching around her to place the hard cock on the bed. Linda's hands then wrapped around and caressed her wife's breasts. Fingers pinched and pulled the nipples hard.

"Do you want to fuck her?" Linda breathed. She was kissing Rebecca's neck and shoulders. Rebecca's head turned until lips met and tongues began to dance. It seemed a game they had played before.

"Slave" I intoned "This is my daughter Linda and her best friend Rebecca. I am married to both of them. I am giving you to them for their pleasure. They are experienced and will fuck you to exhaustion. You are going to have a busy night and my other wife, who is Rebecca's mother, hasn't even arrived yet. You will obey them as you would me. Do not disappoint."

Slave looked at me. I was a bit startled to see that her eyes seemed to be glowing. It was like some demon of lust had possessed her. 

"Thank you, Mistress. I will serve you well."

Damn. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, I retreated.

"I am going for a long soak in a hot bath" I announced to the room. And with that, I left.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I filled the Jacuzzi tub with hot water and turned on the jets. I lost track of time while I floated away, listening to the dulled sounds of a lesbian orgy coming from the bedroom. I came back to Earth when I heard the door open and saw a fully nude Mary Beth standing before me.

"Hey, Lover, mind if I join you?"

My wife slipped into the tub and immediately we scissored, lightly grinding our pussies together. It was low intensity, just gentle loving that worked well for the position we were in.

"I saw your new slave. She is top quality; looks like a model and fucks like a rabbit."

"Have a turn, did you?"

"No, maybe later. The children are still having a go with her." Mary Beth laughed. "I do believe that she is wearing them out."

"Damn. I thought they would exhaust her" I mused.

"Oh Sweetie, I think that you have acquired the original Energizer Bunny."

I groaned. 

"Thankfully I have three wives to share the load."

We both laughed.

"What am I going to do with something like that?" I mused. "It's wildly exciting for the moment, but long term? Why do they want me to own a slave? I never asked for that."

"I am sure I don't know. But I think we are going to have a lot of fun figuring it out. Honestly, it may have happened before, but I am not aware of the firm nor the Society ever gifting a slave. I don't understand the motivation either, Lover. But Ms. Bluefields never does anything without a reason."

"I definitely believe that" I stated. "I think that she means well. I mean I think that what she is doing she intends to be for my benefit, but I can't help thinking that I am also being played."

"You are. We all are for the benefit of the Society and the achievement of our collective goals. Ms. Bluefields genuinely likes you and is sponsoring you, or you wouldn't be on the track that you are. But never forget that her first loyalty is to the Society. As long as her being you benefactor advances the Society, then you will gain from all of her influence.

But, Lover, be self-possessed and keep some distance. The woman is your friend and kindly disposed toward you, but she is also dangerous to cross. You are already seeing some aspects of the Society. It is about acquiring the financial, legal, and social power to bring changes to the world. And it can be ruthless when need be. They are the iron fist in the velvet glove."

"But how does that fit me? I'm not ruthless! You're not that way!"

Mary Beth laughed loudly and hooted. "Darling, my dearest, have you ever seen yourself in a courtroom? You are the reason they tell that story about sharks."

"What story?"

"The one that goes like this. Question: Do you know why sharks won't bite lawyers? Answer: Professional courtesy. Lover, when go after your opponent, you are the most cut throat, ruthless, pirate anyone has ever seen. You will board their ship, take on their entire crew by yourself and win. It is an absolutely amazing thing to watch."

I was a bit stunned. I never thought of myself that way. I was just good at my job. I did my best for my clients and my best included having the best preparation and the willingness to put it all on the line to win the case. I was aggressive in the prosecution of my client's interest and I would destroy anything or anyone who stood in the way of victory.

Oh.

Damn.

I'm a Pirate. Jolly Rodger and all. Fuck. Damn. Shit. When the hell did that happen?

"But, Mary Beth. I have never seen you be that way."

"You are so sweet. You are sometimes like a newbie to the world. Honey, at the Bank, behind my back, they say I am the direct descendant of Henry F. Potter, without all of his charm and decency."

"But I've never seen you that way. You have never treated me that way."

"Nor have you ever treated me like shark bait either. But that aggression is a part of who you are. It is a part of who we both are. And that aspect of our personalities is what allows us to achieve our goals. Lover, at this level only the strongest survive. 

If we are going to change the world, we must seize the means to do so. And that requires a remorseless drive to see it through. You may not see yourself that way, but you have it in you. I see it, so does the Society. It is one of the things that so turns me on about you. It makes me wet. It's why I enjoyed playing that little game with you in the Limo. So much fun."

"You know Mary Beth, your turn is coming."

"I'm am so looking forward to it. Bring your strapon, Lover. Tie me up. Use me. Make me do things. Whatever you want. Just make it soon. OK?"

That movie started playing in my head. I shuddered. Oh, yeah. Soon. Very soon.

When the reel had finished, I thought about how I still need to sort out the relationship between the Society and my personal life. I needed Mary Beth's help.

"How do you separate things? I am talking about how the Society seems to be involved in every part of my life. They are manipulating situations, to my benefit thankfully, but I don't want to be controlled by them. How do I keep them out of my marriages? How do I keep them out of my head? How do you do it?"

"Emily, the Society will swallow you and yours whole if you let it. With where you are going, that is a real possibility. I am, and you must be, your own person. One of the things that our marriages will do for you is help you in that regard. We will help keep you grounded.

You have to understand that I am not a part of the Society because I am going the Society's way. I am in the Society because they are going my way. No matter what my role is in the Society, I am a part of it because I believe, generally, in what it is trying to accomplish. I would believe in those thing whether the Society existed or not. But it does, and for me, it is a vehicle that will take me and this country where I want to go. 

I am a leader and so are you. You just have not yet fully appreciated that about yourself. We are going to help you to see it. You and me together, we are not going to take the way, we are going to make the way. The Society in some way shapes us, but I promise you that, in return, we will much more shape the Society."

"Is that why Ms. Bluefields says that some in the Society are frightened by our coupling?"

"Yes. And it should."

"Speaking of the Society", Mary Beth continued, "there is a 'must do' party being put on by the Society. It's one of those mandatory, please come, type of invitations. So we have to go."

"When?"

"Sorry about the short notice, but it's only two days from now. Actually, two nights to be totally accurate."

"Well, that's not a big problem. I can work around it. But what is a real problem is that if I don't get out of this bath, I may become permanently waterlogged."

We got out, and toweled dry. As we did so, Mary Beth cocked her head to one side as if she was listening to something.

"What did you hear?" I asked.

"It's what I don't hear" she replied.

I realized that I heard no noise coming from the bedroom. We went to investigate. Mary Beth was just behind me. As I walked through the door, I saw the slave on her back in the middle of the bed, knees raised, with one hand buried between her legs, fingers slowly stroking her cunt. Linda and Rebecca bracketed her, lying on their sides, fast asleep.

As the slave was awake, I asked her if there was anything she needed. Her downcast eyes slowly raised to look at me. There was that wildness in them, almost a challenge. Her lips displayed a devilish grin.

"Yes, Mistress. More fucking, please."

Behind me, Mary Beth began to giggle.

"I told you so" she said.

"Oh, shut up!"

She broke into full laughter.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The party was well underway when we arrived. We took the whole crew, myself, Mary Beth, Linda, Rebecca and the as of yet unnamed slave. Ms. Bluefields was hosting and met us at the door.

"Oh, I am so glad that you all were able to attend. I see that you brought along your gift. Have you decided upon a proper name?"




Shift of Paradigm Pt. 04



"I am thinking of 'Lilith'" I replied.

"Lilith? Goddess, why such a name as that of a demon?"

"I haven't actually named her as of yet, but I am thinking that it might work out as being appropriate."

Ms. Bluefields stepped close to me and wrapped her hand around the back of my head pulling me in for a deep, passionate kiss.

"Ooooo, got a live one did we? Wore someone out? Want to share?"

Her hand slipped up under my blouse to caress my naked breast.

"Speaking of sharing," she whispered, "Would you mind sharing Linda with me? I am curious to know if the daughter is as good at eating pussy as her mother. If you like, bring Lilith. I would love to watch a demonstration of her abilities. Maybe take her for a test drive? After you have had a chance to circulate, there is a more private party that will be going on upstairs. Lots of fun activities scheduled. Maybe we will have a chance then?"

With that, Ms.Bluefields turned to other arriving guests and we were on our own. The five of us headed straight to the bar. As we ordered drinks, I noticed that Lilith (as I now unofficially thought of her) had not ordered for herself.

"Do you not want something?" I asked.

"Mistress, I did not know if it was allowed."

"I see that there are a lot of things we have to work out in this relationship. But understand that you are my slave, not my dog. You put a collar around your own neck and gave yourself into slavery by your own choice because that is what you wanted; what you needed. Just because you put a collar on your neck does not make you less than a human being.

Our relationship as Mistress and slave may not be like any other you have ever seen. I don't know how most other Dominants are, but this is how I am dominant and this is how I choose. You will accept my ownership on the ground of my choosing. Not that of any other.

I will not deprive you of you human dignity. You will not be raped, in fact you will not be forced to do anything that you truly do not wish to do. Except wash the dishes. Nobody on Planet Earth actually wants to do that.

I will demand submission of you because you want me to take it from you. That and the fact that it makes me wet as hell. You submit to me because you are a submissive. If there comes a time when you no longer desire to give me your complete and utter submission, then we will make other arrangements. But between now and then, when I take you to a bar, if you want one, have a drink. It's what we're here for."

After getting our drinks Mary Beth said that she needed to circulate among the crowd and see old friends. I turned the girls and 'Lilith' out on their own. I wanted some time just to wander and see what was going on at this event.

We were in a large room that was serving as a general meet and greet. There were other rooms adjoining. In one, there were tables and chairs for those who wished to get off of their feet. The room also had a buffet of which many were partaking. Another room seemed mostly empty with not much happening there at all.

The third room was filled with many types of furniture, chairs, couches, etc. Some of it was specifically designed to accommodate sexual activity. There were some slings were suspended from the ceiling, and other specialty furniture I recognized.

I observed many people in various stages of dress, engaging in a wide selection of sexual endeavors. The vast majority was female to female. But there were also some males among them. The males all seemed to be attached to one or another of a particular group of women.

There was one odd coupling though. Off to the side was large Ottoman surrounded by a circle of chairs. Sitting on the Ottoman was a young man with his legs spread wide. Pointing straight up was a very nice, and very hard cock. Well, no wonder it was rock hard, as an equally good looking man was currently lapping his tongue around a rather large set of balls.

When I got a look at the one on his knees, I realize that they were twins. Brothers. Gay incest. Interesting.

"Have a seat" a voice said.

I turned toward it and saw a woman I did not recognize.

"Their father has stepped out for just a few minutes, but he will be back soon and then the show will really begin."

So I sat. I watched. He had really good technique, now deep throating his brother's rod. Stopping at the head to circle with his tongue, then pressing down on the slit, opening it and licking back and forth through the slot. Now back down again until his lips met the sack. Tongue out, licking the balls. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

The brother on the Ottoman grabbed his legs, rolled on his back and spread wide, offering his tight asshole to the other. Cock in, one quick shove, down to the root. They had done this before. Apparently quite often. The piston action was producing bliss in the receiving brother's face.

"Who are they?" I asked.

My nameless friend replied, "I really don't know. I heard that a woman brings them to many of these events. I'm told she is not related to them, nor does she ever participate. Apparently, she is not even a member of the Society that I know of. She is just really into gay incest. Says that it makes her hot! From the size of the audience this always gathers, it gets a lot of women that way. I think I heard once that her name was Roz, or something like that. Don't know anything else about her except she's really in to this."

I guess this was just another thing I should have anticipated that I had failed to. If in a 'Society' house, mothers fucked their daughters. So why not the Father the sons, connected to the 'Society' or not? Made sense to me.

Well, as interesting as this was, I had to circulate. Couldn't spend all night enjoying the sights, although this one in particular could have held my fascination for quite some hours to come. Maybe next time. 

I did not think that I would know many people at this event as my awareness of the Society had come so recently. But I was already being treated by some as a minor celebrity by some. So I had to keep moving.

The events that occurred at Mrs. Zemke's house and the power displayed that night were widely known throughout our local Society. I had enough sense to realize that I was a rising star in the organization and as such, people expected me to see and be seen. Fame, deserved or not, wanted or not, places demands on the life of the one so bestowed. Even as minor and as local a fame as I now had.

I bussed many cheeks. Talked and met new people. I did not know exactly what to expect in the way of familiar faces beyond those who would be there from the firm. But as I moved back into the main room, almost immediately I was surprised to run across someone whom I knew. Before I could move toward them, a hand from behind reached around my waist and drew me close. 

I turned my head to see who it was. A set of lips pressed against mine before I could identify to whom the hand or the lips belonged, but I was sure that they were feminine. She was now caressing my back and the tongue parting my lips were inducing pleasure that sent signals directly to my pussy. Oh Goddess, whoever this was, she was making me wet. I felt like I was having sex standing up, fully clothed and in public.

As I broke the kiss and pulled my head back, I saw that it was Pauline Duncan. Standing beside Pauline was her sister/daughter Cindy. They were both pregnant. As I looked at their swollen bellies, my eyebrows arched in surprise.

"Yes, we're both pregnant!" Pauline exclaimed. "I'm so excited that Daddy got us both knocked up at the same time! I am going to give him another double daughter and Cindy is going to make his first triple. It's so much fun being pregnant together."

Pauline leaned in and spoke conspiratorially, "I have no idea how many daughters Daddy is going to make on her. He just can't get enough of that girl. He fucks her every night. At his age! I'm just glad that I got enough of that cock so that I can give him another child. I mean, ever since that first night when I held her arms down while Daddy pushed her legs apart and took her virginity, she hasn't been able to get enough. She is a total bitch in heat. I may actually have to fuck my husband instead of just making him watch, so I can get some."

I was more than a little overwhelmed with this revelation. I remembered from my dream they were all there together in that room. Their father was commanding Pauline to offer their daughter Cindy to him for sex. Was that dream actually real? Did I somehow witness the actual events? Before I could really think it through, another couple from my dream presented themselves.

The last images I had of Adrian Berkley and her youngest daughter Ashley were in my dream. They were of Adrian sexually dominating Ashley and training her for lesbian prostitution. I wondered if that would prove true as well. I decided to find out.

"Well hello. It has been too long since I have seen you. You both know Pauline and Cindy?"

"Yes, we do. Pauline and I are old butt buddies and our daughters have played together as well" said Adrian.

"So what are you up to these days?" I asked.

Adrian replied, "I keep really busy scheduling my daughters' appointments. They have all become quite successful lesbian call girls. They are really in demand and have earned quite the reputation for delivering a complete experience, no matter what the client wants. We are getting top dollar for the sex they provide.

I am especially proud of Ashley. She started out exclusively servicing wealthy mature women, but has now found a fairly unique marketing niche of her own. She discovered that many of these women wanted to have family sex with their own daughters after they turned eighteen, but were too afraid or didn't know how to make that happen.

Ashley now sells a service where she seduces the girl, and begins a lesbian relationship with her. Often the girl is afraid that if the parents find out, it will be bad. Of course, the mother already knows, as that is exactly what she is paying Ashley to do. Ashley moves into the house and openly has a sexual relationship with the girl.

Once they are established, the mother arranges for the father to also begin having sex with Ashley. Just by accident, over and over, the girl is able to catch Ashley and the girl's father fucking. Ashley tells her how good it is and convinces the girl to try it. They begin threesomes. Then, the mother is introduced and it becomes a family affair and Ashley fades out of the picture. It pays quite well. And as a bonus we are often able to recruit the mother and daughter into the Society."

I caught my breath. I couldn't speak. It was all real. Adrian just confirmed that somehow in what I thought was just a dream, I was seeing reality. Not just about my wives, but all of it. My mind was spinning. I had seen so much new, been exposed to much hidden information in such a short time. My whole view of the world was changing. Things that would have been unthinkable just a short while ago, were now not only possible, but acceptable.

I took my leave of the four of them and realized that I just wanted to sit down. I needed to process. Although I was surprised by the realities I was seeing, I guess I should not have been so shocked by them. Once you start fucking your own child, your own daughter, what other barriers are there? Incest? Done that. Polyarmorous relationship? Already there. Slavery? Got one. Prostitution? Working for Ashley! What else was I going to see tonight? What was the next thing to rock my world? Didn't have to wait long.

They were just there. I had my head down lost in thought and had not noticed them approaching. They were standing there waiting for me to turn my attention to them. When I finally looked up, I was startled just a bit. I had not expected anyone.

It was Donna from the PTA and her daughter Leigh. Donna was dressed in a quarter cup bustier which exposed her breasts and pierced nipples. She wore a garter belt and stockings but no panties so her pussy lips were also visible. My eyes traveled downward until I saw that her lower lips were pierced as well and attached to one of the piercing rings was a small gold chain which ended in a gold tag.

"It identifies her as my property" said Leigh. "I own her." As if I couldn't get a clue from the high collar around Donna's neck and the leash connected to it, which Leigh held in her hand. She appeared, in some ways, much as I had first seen my slave.

"You witnessed the first time I successfully seduced my mother. The first time I dominated her and she surrendered her delicious sex to me. She has been mine ever since. I wanted you to see how far we have come.

I know that you have recently acquired a slave. I found out that being a proper Mistress is not the easy job many people think it is. I wanted to let you know what helped our Dominant/Submissive relationship become extremely satisfying for both of us. We found a place called the Vassal Academy. It is a training school, I guess you could call it, for people in a relationship like ours.

I learned about it from an author who goes by the name of SavannahMann. You can read his story and learn all about the Academy by reading what he has written on the website Literotica. While we were there, I realized that I needed training how to be a Dominant far more than Mother did as Submissive. It really helped us to meet each other's needs. I just wanted to stop by and let you know about it.

Also, there is a quarterly get together put on by the Society for just Mothers and Daughters. Slaves also attend. Honestly, it's more of a ritualized orgy. The highlight of the day is when all of the participants gather in a large circle and the couples relax together on couches and pillows. 

The only rules for the event is that each mother/daughter pair must have public sex together in the middle of the room so everyone can watch. And your bed at night cannot have your daughter in it. You must spend the night with someone else's daughter. I can't see that being a problem for you as you are already doing that in your marriage.

It is actually not just an orgy. There is more to it than that. The entire event is a worship service for Goddess. We honor her with ritual sex and public displays. We create energy and feed both Her and each other. With the awesome power you are able to generate, I believe you would be able to make a whole new level of sexual experience for the entire assembly. 

I was there when your power exploded in that arena. What I experienced then was the most intense, completely overwhelming orgasm and sexual experience imaginable. Actually, beyond the imagination. I hope that you will grace us with a repeat.

Not that you need it, but just let me say that I would be honored to be used by you in any way you desire. I would willingly be completely submissive to you if you wanted me. Also, I will give my mother to you in any way you want her. Anything you wanted to do to either of us. Anything."

Is this what happens when you become a superstar? People willingly give you power over their lives? They will give you anything to serve that power? Anything to bask in reflected glory? "Just let me be yours!"

It's dangerous stuff, power. It has led many people to drive right off the cliff. The ability to have anything I want without having to lift a finger can destroy me. How many people, Hollywood Stars, have I read about in full self-destruct mode because they couldn't handle the money, the fame, the Power. 

I began to realize that the hardest part of my new life was going to be discipline, self-restraint. Mrs. Bluefields had told me that that was one of the qualities that they saw in me. She said I could handle power because I had self-discipline. But I could see right then that discipline and self-restraint were going to be severely tested. "Absolute power tends to corrupt absolutely" was no joke.

Because with what I could eventually do, so I was told, no one was going to be able to restrain me. I could become a Goddess. It scared the ever-lovin' shit out of me. I could do very destructive things to other people, to myself. I could destroy everything I loved. 

Maybe that Vassal Academy would be a very good thing for me. I had to learn how to dominate others in a beneficial way. I was going to be dominant. My powers assured that this would happen. But would it be for good or for bad?

"Thank you for letting me know and for the offer. I will have to think on about things and get back with you. I have many other things demanding my attention tonight. But I am honored by you."

"You honor my mother and me with your time and kindness."

As they turned to make their way back into the crowd, another couple approached. Shit! Sitting there was feeling like granting audiences to the lower nobility. They were treating me like a Queen.

"That's because you are a Queen, Lover" said a voice off to my left. I turned to see my beautiful wives, Mary Beth, Rebecca, and my Daughter/Wife Linda. Lilith was there also. I must have been so lost in my thoughts and focused on the 'petitioners' who approached the throne that I had again not noticed new arrivals.

"How do you know what I am thinking?" I asked Mary Beth. It was she who had spoken to me.

"Because I have been your best friend for a long time and now your wife. You think I can't read you? I am watching how these people approach you. And yes, they are treating you like royalty, like a Queen. And I also see your discomfort with what they are offering. You doubt yourself. Very healthy of you. But don't worry, you have three wives who have seen you before you had had your morning coffee. It's not impressive.

We will keep you well grounded. If that head of yours gets too big, we'll just pop it like a balloon. And you have a slave to train you how to dominate. Most of the people in this place are already your slaves. They will do anything you tell them to do. You must learn to dominate in a way that will be beneficial to them, the Society and yourself. You can do this and your new family is going to be with you all the way."

"Is that why the Society gave me a slave?"

"I'm not sure, Lover. It may be that they are arranging for you to learn how to handle the extreme case, then you will be ready to handle those who are not so far off to one side of the scale."

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Lover, a hard truth for some people to accept is that people are sheep. If you tell most people that fact, they will loudly bleat their objections to your statement. If you are going to lead in any capacity, you must accept this reality. People basically want to be told what to do. They want to believe that someone has all the answers and those answers can be found in a fifteen second sound bite. They want it to be easy and they will always trade freedom for security.

The Society waits for that moment of opportunity. You have to be ready at all times because you may never know when it will happen. We work towards creating it, but the world is much too complicated a place to ever really know. The best we can do is make good educated guesses as to when and how. 

But we are patient. The Society has been around for a very long time and we have the patience to wait. One year, ten years, a hundred or a thousand, it doesn't matter. Women aren't going anywhere, we will always exist and in the end we will win."

I could see that it was Lorrie Williams and her daughter Rachel who had come over to talk to me. As they got closer, I noticed the significant baby bumps they were both sporting. I didn't have to wonder who the father was since I now knew that what I had seen in that so-called dream was actually real.

"It is so nice to see you again" said Lorrie. "It has been too long. But now that you have joined the Society, I am sure that we will be seeing much more of each other."




Shift of Paradigm Pt. 04



"It is nice to see you again, also" I replied.

"I am so glad that you are now a part of us. And to be honest, I am kind of stunned that you have demonstrated the kind of power we saw at the gathering. Everyone is so amazed, but also excited at the possibilities because someone of your abilities has appeared among us. You could do so much to advance our goals."

"I hope to do just that. But this is all still so new to me. I am really just learning. But enough about that! How are you and your daughter?"

"Well, as you can see, we are both pregnant! I decided that it was time for me to have a baby with my son. I have been his lover for years, but when Rachel turned eighteen, I realized how much I wanted for us to have babies together. I gave her to him so that he could impregnate us both.

That first time, when I gave her virginity to him, as I watched it was almost like I was re-experiencing my first time with him all over again. Let me tell you, there is no feeling quite so exquisite as the feeling you have the first time your own son's hard cock is stretching you open. The incredible pleasure I felt as he filled my cunt that first time is beyond description. 

The incest factor just adds to the intensity of the whole experience. I am so completely satisfied when I feel him orgasm and shoot his hot cum in me. I could not deny that experience to my own daughter. And I needed to complete the relationship I now have with him by having his baby. I am his wife and so is his sister. I don't have to mention how hot it is to fuck your own daughter. You know that for yourself. But threesomes with my children is the best sex I have ever had.

Listen, my son would like to meet you and if you want to, we could have a lot of fun. He's really good and has the stamina of a horse. Sometimes we have to recruit some help because he is so much to handle. He wears us out."

"Well, I guess that's a good problem to have. I am so happy for you" I told her. "I wish the best for you and your family."

Talking to Lorrie about having sex with her son, reminded me that I was not getting any cock lately. Hummmm. Maybe a turn with the boy wouldn't be a bad idea.

I really enjoyed the lesbian sex I was having with my partners, but there was something about a thick, hard, live cock that even the best dildo couldn't replace. Maybe I would have to find a way to get some regularly. 

Mary Beth had her boy-toy sex slaves. Maybe I would have to buy one. Or just find some stud to fuck on an occasional basis. Maybe Linda would share a boyfriend or two with me, if she has any. I decided to ask Ms. Bluefields if the firm supplied male personal assistants. Then I remembered she had already offered. I was going to have to think about that one.

Speaking of Ms. Bluefields, it was at that moment she showed up at my side.

"We are starting upstairs and I would ask for you to attend, along with your daughter, your new slave and your other wives, if they are so inclined. I overheard Lorrie talking to you about fucking her son. The look on your face as she was talking tells me that you're hungry for some thick meat to fill you up. 

Her son will be upstairs along with Lorrie and Rachel. He will be available along with some other males you may find interesting. We maintain a stock of the finest black cock to be found anywhere. As well as any other favor you like. Completely trained and available to you for your total satisfaction.

Well, we have the best all ready and waiting. And while you amuse yourself with that, I am going to have that sweet daughter of yours, if you don't mind. Then I would like to take that slave for that test drive. With your permission of course."

I nodded my acquiescence.

"By the way, if there is something you find tonight that you really like, I can arrange for you to enjoy it on a regular basis."

"Thank you. I will let you know." Maybe my problem was solved just that easy. Maybe from now on all my problems would be solved that easy. I was realizing what power could do. I was going to need my wives to keep me in balance.

"Don't be late dear. I need a good fuck and I can't start until your little party arrives" she said taking her leave. Suddenly she turned and came back to speak with me.

"There is something I forgot to speak with you about and I might not have another chance tonight. I need to warn you about something. Because of your power and your rapidly rising status in the Society, understand that women will be offering themselves to you at every turn. They will also be pushing their daughters on you, sometimes at shockingly young ages. Never take those offers. 

The population of this country does not accept hebephelia like they do in Europe. Pedophilia is absolutely forbidden by the rules of the Society everywhere. And, we do not want to do anything that would find its way into the papers. Not that we could not successfully suppress it. But it takes quite the effort and expense.

You are now a target for those who would use you to elevate their own status. They will exploit you if they can. Especially those outside of the Society as your public exposure increases. Not to say that the Society is perfect in that regard. There are a few inside the Society that would try the same. We do our best to weed that out, but this is a very large, world-wide organization. To help protect you, the Society has chosen a cadre for you. They will be your inner circle so to speak. 

Mary Beth and Rebecca are, of course, part of it and will be you most close advisors along with Linda. Naturally because they are married to you, but realize that you are all married because you are well suited to each other. So Mary Beth and your daughters had a large influence on who was chosen.

If you haven't realized it already, Mary Beth is an extremely powerful woman in her own right. She holds a very high place in the Society. At this moment, she controls more power than you do, but that will not always be the case. As you grow, you will surpass anyone that we have ever known. That is why I told you that the two of you joined together frightens some people.

Your role will always be more public that hers. She has always been a more behind the scenes kind of person. It is what suits her best. Some people think that makes her more dangerous as well. Be careful who you draw close. Rely on her experienced judgment."

When she finished, Ms. Bluefields turned and again left us. We, in turn, headed toward the upstairs. As we walked to our destination, I turned to Mary Beth, who was still with me. "It's all so different."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Everything. I mean everything is different. The whole world has changed. Everything I thought I knew has been just blown away. A couple of months ago I could have never imagined things I now believe and do.

Approving of every form of incest, being a member of a polyamorous lesbian marriage, the Society, the power of Goddess, politics, owning a slave, I mean everything. It is all different."

"How is it different?" Mary Beth asked. "The reality is that things have always been this way, you just didn't know it."

"You're right, but that is what I am talking about. I see everything different. I understand everything in a whole new way. I interpret everything I see through a whole new lens. It's like I filter reality through a completely new set of assumptions."

"Well, Lover, you have experienced a shift of paradigm. Your whole frame of reference for the events in life is changed. You now draw different conclusions about the same facts, because your beliefs about reality have changed. I can see how it would be overwhelming when you have had so much change in such a short period of time."

"When does it stop?"

"It never stops, Lover. Not while we are living. The story does not have a conclusion until we have our conclusion. Our new experiences change how we view the world. Usually people don't have major shifts like you have just had, but we humans hopefully never stop growing and changing. 

As we change and grow, how we understand reality changes and grows also. Normally, the changes are small. Infrequently, people will have a large shift in some limited area of their belief system. Rarely, will the shift be life-changing like yours has been.

But let's talk about this later. We are here to party and party we will. Let's go meet your group. You already know many of them. They were people whom you knew from your old, before-the-Society life. You saw them in your dream and again tonight."

"How did THAT work out?" I asked her.

"Lover, the Society has had its eye on you for a long time. We started surrounding you as soon as we knew who you were."

"Knew who I was? Who the hell do they think I am?"

"The love of my life for beginners, and tonight that is all that matters."

She stroked my hair and kissed me gently.

"I love you," she said quietly.

But then abruptly she was back to her normal self.

"I can't wait to see you have one more paradigm shift concerning the benefits of having a hard black cock in your white pussy. Maybe one buried balls deep in your ass at the same time. I know a 24 hour tattoo parlor that can give you a nice Queen of Spades."

"What's a Queen of Spades?"

"I'll explain it while you are getting that double penetration and you mind is melting from the orgasm." She just laughed at the look on my face. I hate it when she does that.

End.

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