0 comments/ 8065 views/ 0 favorites Discovering By: malefic The wind whistled round the ancient house, like a banshee's scream tormenting some lonely traveler, caught abroad in the dark of night. Boards creaked, and shutters fluttered, slapping against the sides of the dwelling, frail and wounded in the enveloping shroud of twilight. The building, once a place of mirth, and great laughter now stood, giant and empty. Flickering lights cast gaunt shadows long and lonely upon the wood paneled walls. Dark knots, perceived imperfections dotting the walls made leering faces at me, as I walked through the emptiness of memory. My footfalls sounded hollow on the floorboards, echoing through the vast cavern of the study. Outside, I could see the onset of the storm, dark clouds gathering on the edge of heaven, blocking the sun, it's light drifting lazily down upon the earth. Curious, I peered through the great bay window that sat like a portal to another world, at the boundary of that sepulcher catacomb of knowledge. Curling my stockinged feet beneath me, I sat upon the soft velour cushions, dark red like so much wine drank giggling between two friends reminiscing of the times long since past. Sipping the cocoa, steam tickling my nose I gathered a blanket to me then, shivering against the chill seeping in through the drafts in the window. It was an aged window, and had it's fair share of cracks, and I soon found myself building a fire in the hearth, it's steady warmth filling the room, beating back the onset of winter. The snow fell thick, coating the orchard in a soft, white blanket, it's beauty like the grace of a ballerina, dancing and spinning into infinity. The imprint of the storm was magical upon me, capturing my attention and holding it's gaze tight. I bundled deeply into the blanket then, and drifted off to sleep soon enough, watching the dancing snowflakes outside, secured by the heat of the crackling embers behind me. I awoke in the morning, cold and shivering, stiffness causing my joints to protest all movement. During the night I had shifted and found myself pressed against the chill pane of the window, huddled into the blanket for what warmth was to be had. Squinting my eyes, as they adjusted to the light streaming into the room, I searched out the fire and found that it had burnt itself out in the night, as I slumbered fitfully in the dream of snow. Snow! I dressed quickly, putting on my warmest clothes and bustled myself to the doorway, where I stood entranced for many long moments, simply breathing the awe that was the tempest's leaving. Trees everywhere carried the glimmer of ice, like so many diamonds sparkling in the morning sun. Wasting little time I stepped from the house then, my boots crunching softly in the newly fallen snow, a carpet of white decorating the world abound. Spinning round in a gay circle, my senses leapt with joy at the change. The world had it's own sounds now, new voices carrying on every intimate breeze. The fragile creak of ice, covering branches here and there, played their own melody, adding to that of a warm stream's trickle, running undaunted beneath that coffin shell of ice. A simplicity of life was here, and I drank it greedily, savoring the immaculate taste so fair. Everywhere I turned, the sights and freshness assailed me, and I partook of a virginal feeling, that of purity untampered. Crossing that last hill, I came to the valley, where barely a year before, I had laid my true love to rest, and planted memories forevermore. And there, in that lonesome vale bloomed the most beautiful sight I had e'er seen. A flower, it's stem strong and unaffected by the chill, the blossom open to the bitter cold of that day. Pure alabaster it was, frosted with a blue undercoat along the petals, braved the onslaught of winter and the frigid night. It grew defiant, reaching forward, pressing with insistence through the white cap covering the rest of the land. My mouth dropped open, gaping even as I considered such implication, that any such thing could thrive, living heartily in the mouth of despair. Truly, a symbol of our forever promise.... I smiled that day, laughing even as I danced among the orchard's grove, for I knew with unfailing certainty that you were there, in that land, within the house, always and forevermore, in my heart...where you had always belonged..... Discovering a Domme He drove home from a hard day at work, he had worked 12 hours, and was wanting nothing more than to go home, take a shower, and then go to sleep. He got home, dropping his keys on the kitchen counter, took off his sport coat and put it on a chair and continued to drop his clothes in a path to the bathroom, with his shoes sitting neatly outside the door. He got in the shower and felt the water drip down his body, rinsing his day away. He got out of the shower and threw a towel around his body, walking toward his bedroom. Once he walked in the door he noticed his girlfriend sitting on the bed. She was dressed in a black latex corset that pushed her C-cup breasts up toward her neck. She wore a matching skirt that barely covered her ass, and had on 6 inch heels. Her hair was in a tight pontytail going straight back. She was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and had a riding crop in one hand, and start spanking her hand with it. She had a blank stare on her face as she stood up and walked toward him. "Hey there" he said and put his arm out to try and pull her close. She swatted his hand away with the crop "don't say another word," she said in a harsh tone as she walked around him. He felt a bit uncomfortable, not knowing how to react. "Good thing you're all cleaned up for me." She was directly behind him and he heard the clink of metal. He felt her hand roughly grab his wrist, then the cool feeling of metal on it, and then his other wrist. Her hand touched the middle of his back, it moved up to his shoulders and pulled down. He clumsily went down on one knee and then the other. She walked back around him, her hand on his shoulders, then to his chin, having him look up at her. "You are mine for the night, you will do exactly as I say, and if you behave, you may get a reward. You will only speak when spoken to, and will end everything you say with 'Mistress,' do you understand slave?" She looked deeply in his eyes, making sure he knew that tonight the tables were turned. She had laid on her back and been pounded by his hard cock many times, and while she loved how he felt inside of her, tonight she wanted something different, she wanted him to be at her mercy. "Yes Mistress," he said, looking back at her, his cock hardening at the side of his girlfriend that he had never seen before. She walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it "crawl to me slave," she said, motioning toward the floor in front of her. He complied, his towel falling off his naked body as he crawled on all fours toward her. When he got to her she crossed her legs, and put her riding crop on her calf. "Kiss," was all she said, and he moved his face to her calf, kissing it with his lips and letting some of his tongue move between them. "Good slave" she said, grabbing his hair and moving his mouth higher on her leg, up to the bottom of her skirt. He continued kissing her leg until she allowed him to the bottom of her skirt. Shen then pushed him back and away from her. "On the bed," she said, standing up and motioning with her riding crop. "Yes Mistress," he replied, as he clumsily stood up. He felt the sting the same time as the sound, getting smack with the crop across his left asscheek. He could hear her chuckle as he stumbled. "Lay down," she said, and he laid on his stomach, turning his head to one side. "I am going to uncuff you, if you try to get away or struggle at all this will stop, and you will be sleeping by yourself for the next month, understand?" "Yes Mistress," he replied quickly. She undid his cuffs and moved back off the bed. "On your back slave, get in the middle of the bed," she ordered, and he quickly complied, enjoying his regained freedom of movement as he moved his shoulders in a wide circle. When he was on his back she moved back onto his chest, straddling him. He could see she had on no panties as her skirt was hiked up with her legs spread. He could also feel her on his chest, a pleasing combination of heat and moistness. She roughly grabbed his wrists again, cuffing them together and then attaching it to a hook on the top of the bed. She slid down his body and kissed him, their lips and tongues meeting. She pulled up and then kissed down his body as hers continued down. Her ass hit his rock hard cock and continued moving down, letting it feel her moistness as she slid over it. Her lips moved down his torso, kissing and licking the exact area her pussy had just passed over.She got down off the bed and cuffed his ankles together and attached them to another hook. This left him stretched out and unable to do much more than rotate his body on the bed. She stood there, admiring her handiwork, and walked to the side of the bed, where her bag was hiding. She pulled a blindfold out of it and put it over his eyes, lifting his head by the hair to pull the elastic strap behind his head. She threw his head back against the bed. Next was a feather, which she began at his chin and moved down his body, tickling his skin and making him squirm involuntarily. He was ticklish along his sides, and she used that knowledge to make him squirm back and forth, his nipples becoming erect. "Too much for you slave?" she asked, continuing to move the feather up and down his sides. "No Mistress" he replied, trying to act as tough as he could, but the breathiness of his response let her know that she was succeeding. She pulled the feather away and moved back onto the bed, straddling his torso, but facing his rock hard cock. It was sticking straight up from his body. She grabbed the head between two of her fingers, admiring its length and girth, thinking of all the times it had been thrusted into her pussy roughly, and how many times that motion had made her scream in delight. She put the cock ring on the head, and stretched it with her finger as she moved it down to the base. It locked into place, leaving him with a tense feeling around his cock. She turned around and slid back up his body, finally resting her wetness over his mouth. "Are you ready slave? This is the part that will earn you a reward if you do a good job." "Yes Mistress" was all he could reply as he tried to flick his tongue onto her wetness. She moved up out of its reach and reached down, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "Not until I tell you to start slave. You don't want to sleep all by your lonesome do you?" "No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress." She then sat down, smothering his mouth with her pussy. "Eat it good slave" she said, gripping his hair and pulling his head up toward her. He gladly complied, pushing his tongue into her wetness as far as he could, switching between jutting it in and out and long, slow licks.She moved herself up and down on him, smearing her juices all of his cheeks and chin as she began moving faster and faster. Eventually she sat all the way down on his face and came hard, squealing in delight from the feeling running through her entire body. She laid back on top of him, catching her breath, his cock still standing straight up next to her head, but she paid it no attention. She slowly regained her breath and returned to his face, kissing him roughly and licking her juices from his cheeks, seeing his chin glisten because of her. "I taste great" was all she said to him. "Yes Mistress, you do," he said, too turned on for words, wanting his cock to be released from its one-barred prison. She moved back down his body, running her fingers down his torso, leaving small lines on his body. She was back to his cock, and she kissed it on the head. He loved feeling her mouth around it, she could cum before he could while going down on him, the feeling of his hard cock in her mouth, and knowing she was in full control of it had always gotten her sopping wet, and now was no different. She slowly moved her mouth all the way down to the ring, watching his reactions as he was clearly in heaven, but wanted the ring off badly. She continued to tease him, knowing that no matter what she did or how much pleasure she gave him he would be unable to cum. Attacking his cock with her mouth she moved her lips up and down as fast as she could. He kept moaning and breathing heavily, his hips moving up and down, wanting to thrust. The first time he thrust into her mouth she pulled off of his cock and swatted his chest with the crop. "No slave," she yelled at him. "I'm sorry Mistress," he said between breaths. She pulled her mouth away from him for good, but replaced it by putting her pussy onto the head of his cock and gyrating in a small circle. This drove him wild, thinking he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. "Mistress, may I please cum?" he asked breathless. "Not yet slave, I haven't decided if you've been good or bad yet," with that she dropped down onto his cock with all of her weight, taking its entire length into her.She stayed there, feeling how deep he was inside of her, filling her completely. She rocked forward, moving her hands up his torso, paying special attention to his chest, his nipples were hard and she pinched them both and grabbed his chest roughly. His mouth opened involuntarily at the sensation, wanting to scream out loud. Her hands moved higher, lowering herself on top of him. Her breasts moving next to his mouth, she reached and grabbed his head, pushing his nose and mouth between them as she rocked back and forth on his cock, letting it go as far in as it could, then pulling it out until only the head was in. She continued to do this, teasing him to his limit and beyond. Her pussy was dripping wet all over his cock, and she was getting close to cumming again. When she was about to cum again she pulled off of him, and sat on his torso again. "I think you've been good enough, I'm going to remove the ring and free you, and you can have your way with me, but once you cum that is the end of it for the night, understand slave?" "Yes Mistress," he said, relieved and excited at the same time. She took the ring off of his cock, giving it an extra stroke before removing the cuffs from his wrists, then his ankles. "Off the bed" she said, and he quickly complied, standing perfectly at attention. She laid back on the bed, sliding her skirt down her legs and kicking it over to the side of the room. "I am yours now slave," she said. He leapt onto the bed, moving himself between her legs as soon as he could, too preoccupied with getting inside of her to worry about courtesy. He immediately moved the head of his cock onto her pussy, and pushed it in as far as he could as fast as he could. She wrapped her legs around his body, letting him get even deeper inside. "Fuck me you worthless slave," she yelled at him, squeezing him with her lower body. He began thrusting as hard as he could, filling her forcefully at top speed, his cock hammering her like a piston, she came loudly and violently, grabbing his hair as her body convulsed. He tried to put it off, but he was so pent up that it only took him a few thrusts at full speed before he exploded inside of her, pushing his cock as deep as he could as he filled her pussy with his hot cum. He collapsed on top of her, completely spent. "Good slave," she said, patting him on the back, I'll have to let you perform like this again sometime." Discovering a New Reality Note: this story has a pretty long buildup before any erotic parts, though I hope the reader's patience pays off in the end. It's got a minor science fiction flavor to it and a small bit of fantasized non-consent, but nothing overwhelming if you're not into that sort of thing. ***** "Who here has experienced sensory deprivation?" The distinguished professor scanned the audience, tilting her face slightly to look through the correct part of her trifocals. Out of a conference hall of 300 people, a handful of people raised their hands. Hillary was one of them. "Of those who did, who enjoyed the experience?" Twenty-five rows up, Hillary kept her hand raised and glanced around. Only three hands were now up. Dr. Mullaney's sharp gray eyes bounced from one to the other before landing on the attractive brunette. "You," she announced, gesturing politely up at Hillary's row. "Would you please stand up and tell us your name and where you're from?" One of the professor's assistants, a cute young woman of Asian ancestry, hustled up the steps with a portable microphone, while Hillary obediently rose. Once she had the device in hand, she answered. "Hillary Beyer," she announced. "I'm a grad student at McAdams State, studying human-integrated robotics." "And why did you practice sensory deprivation?" All eyes were on Hillary, but she scarcely noticed. Two years as a teaching assistant made her comfortable in front of a crowd, and even besides that, she was used to people staring. It happened a lot with her face and figure. "I was at another conference, and a vendor made the opportunity available. I couldn't resist." "And you liked it?" "Very much so." "Did you experience any claustrophobia?" "No, ma'am." Dr. Mullaney nodded approvingly. "The perfect candidate," she smiled. "I need a volunteer. Would you mind helping us in a display of this new device?" She gestured toward a huge white sphere with which she shared the stage. The device was roughly eight feet in diameter, yet somehow still low key with its matte, dull finish. Hillary shrugged. "Sure." She was used to this; she was always getting plucked out of crowds. Again, such things happen when you're an attractive woman. And regardless, despite her polite speech, Mullaney had an air of authority that was difficult to disobey. The assistant gestured discreetly for Hillary to follow, and bounced lightly back down the stairs. As Hillary followed, she continued listening. The professor, a tall, lean woman whose dark blonde hair was moderately touched with silver, swept an arm toward the sphere. "What we have here is something entirely new, and I think you'll find it intriguing. I asked about sensory deprivation, and this device works in much the same way. However, it's ironically quite the opposite. It's a sensory creator, and it's the first of its kind in the world. It reads mental stimuli and through the use of a new intelligent gel we've developed, it transforms those mental stimuli into physical stimuli. It therefore creates an actual physical experience from an experience that is being imagined by the occupant. We believe it has all sorts of uses from physical therapy to video games to occupational training." Hillary wanted to hear the rest of it, but had to follow the assistant backstage. Once they were out of the public eye, the petite young woman turned. "Hi!" she said cheerily, offering her small hand. "My name is Lynette. I'm Dr. Mullaney's chief research assistant. Thank you for volunteering!" Hillary shook her hand. Lynette was a cutie, perhaps 23 or so, and with impressive curves that were unexpected on a woman of her heritage. She was attractive in a very different way than Hillary, a compact bundle of energy and wholesomeness, whereas Hillary liked to think of herself as more smooth and sultry. To each her own. "So here's how it works," Lynette said. "It's really neat. You're going to be lowered into a vat of our new sensory gel. We'll then have you imagine experiences, and the sensory orb will create those experiences for you." "It'll create experiences?" "You'll see. It's amazing." She motioned for Hillary to follow her into a small room. It contained a couch, a hanging curtain, and a table with what appeared to be a heavily modified scuba mask, along with a neatly folded white bathrobe. Hillary's eyebrows rose slightly. "I'll explain what happens once you're in the gel, but we have to get you ready quickly. We only have about five minutes. First off, the reason she asked about sensory deprivation is that you'll be completely submerged in the gel. I've done it, and as long as you're not claustrophobic it's an amazing experience and the gel washes right off when you get out." "Completely submerged?" "It's not as scary as it sounds. In fact, it's incredible. You'll love it." "And what happens when I'm in the gel?" "You just let your imagination run wild. The gel will pick up your brain waves and transfer them to the computer, which will read them and then send orders back to the gel. The gel is autonomous and can form into any shape or consistency on the surface of your body, so it generates a sense of touch that is real - pressure, temperature, anything." "Anything?" "It's virtually limitless. However, we do have some overrides. If you imagine yourself getting stabbed, for example, the gel will create that experience and stab you. We don't want that, obviously, so we've manually overridden a number of obvious dangers. Just to be safe, though, don't think about dangers. Think about things like walking on a beach or dancing in a night club, things that have lots of sensory input. It's also fun to remember past events and recreate them." "So it creates a sense of feel with the gel?" "Yes, but that's not all." She picked up the helmet. "This helmet produces a virtual reality based on what you're imagining. It creates sights, sounds, and smells. No tastes yet, because that has all sorts of complications. And the sounds are created by vibrating your skull, which lets us leave your ears exposed to the gel. But for the most part, you get four senses." "Amazing. I can't wait to try it." "It's fantastic. Dr. Mullaney has had me in the gel for over 200 hours so far, and we've done everything you can think of." She motioned to the curtain. "Now, other than the helmet you have to be naked, so jump behind that curtain and take everything off. There's a locker in there and you can put all your clothing in it and lock it up. Put on this robe and I'll keep your key for you." "Wait," Hillary interjected. "I'm going to be naked?" "You'll be naked inside the vat, but there's no way to see in from the outside, and even if they could, the gel isn't transparent. No one can see a thing." Hillary frowned. She certainly had no desire to be naked on a stage, but this was a scientific conference after all. All of the protocols for propriety would certainly be followed. "You're sure?" "Oh, absolutely," Lynette laughed. "We've got a system for this. We'll get you in and out very privately. It's no big deal." Naked on stage wasn't a big deal? Hillary hesitated a moment, but this experiment sounded too interesting to back out. She stepped behind the curtain with resolve, took a deep breath and began removing her clothing. Shoes and tights first, then her blouse and sweater, and finally her bra and panties. She quickly put on the robe. The whole time, Lynette stood on the other side of the curtain, discussing various technical details of how the gel and the sensory generator worked. Hillary had to admit that it was fascinating, and she was looking forward to trying it out. " - so essentially, you imagine a scene and the gel picks it up through your brain waves and transfers it to the computer that's embedded in the shell. The computer then gives the gel instructions on how to behave, and it creates sensations on your skin and sensory inputs in the helmet exactly how the imagined scene would play out on your senses." "Do you put sensors or wires on me?" Hillary examined herself in the robe to be sure there were no gaps. It was a plush knee-length terry cloth like one would get in a resort. "That's one of the great things about this. We don't. The gel is intelligent in that it picks up and distributes everything just via contact. It more or less reads your mind just by enveloping you and picking up your brain waves. Are you about ready?" "Yes." Hillary stepped out behind the curtain, and the small Asian woman looked her up and down. "You look great," she smiled, winking with a grin. "I hope you won't distract the men from the exhibition. Now, let me fit the helmet onto you, and I need to tell you how the orb reads and displays data from your session. This is very, very important to know, because -" "Lynette!" A voice called from outside the room, and another assistant ran in, a smallish young man with good hair and a slightly effeminate vibe. He gestured behind him in the vague direction of the stage. "The lower right orbital froze up again. Mullaney needs you to reset it - stat!" Lynette rolled her eyes. "When are we ever going to get that thing to work right?" She looked at Hillary. "Don't move. I need to fix something real quick. James, can you get her helmet on? And I need to tell her how the data displays. Don't let me forget!" As the female assistant hustled from the room, James picked up the helmet. "Let's get this on you and adjusted. Once it goes on, it won't come off until we're done." Hillary ducked slightly and he put it over her head, carefully fitting it over her eyes and nose like a traditional scuba mask, though this one had a very large frame around it and was quite heavy. "You'll just see blackness right now because the system's not on. But once it starts you'll hear sights and feel sounds. It's heavy here, but it won't weigh anything once you're in the gel." The helmet sat heavily atop Hillary's head, almost enough to throw her off balance, and sure enough, she was trapped in complete blackness. The helmet came down from her eyebrows to her cheekbones in front, then wrapped around above and below her ears in two big loops around the back. James carefully placed it to avoid trapping her hair underneath to the extent possible. Then she felt a very fine tickling on her cheeks. "We have a very light foil that comes down over your mouth," James explained. "We want the gel to contact as much of your skin as possible, and the foil gives you the sensations without letting you eat a bunch of gel if you open your mouth. It's one of 67 different patents we've got on this system." Outside the room, Hillary heard applause. "Uh-oh," James said. "That's our cue. Let's go!" Barefoot and blind, Hillary stepped carefully as he led her back through the hallway, guiding her from behind with his hands balanced on her hips. She could hear the noise and discussion get louder. They waited for a moment, and then she heard Dr. Mullaney say, "Oh, I see that our volunteer has arrived. Bring her out, James!" Hillary hesitantly stepped forward to the applause of 500 of her professional colleagues, and realized that she was now on stage. She reached for her robe to be sure it was closed, and sincerely hoped so since she had no real way of knowing. "Let's thank this young professional for volunteering, shall we?" Dr. Mullaney led a round of applause, and Hillary offered a curtsy. It drew some laughs and she smiled inside her mask. "I've explained the process to the audience, and you should have received the same briefing backstage. Are you comfortable with the process? I realize you can't talk with the helmet and foil on, so you can just nod or shake your head." Hillary nodded. "And you know how the data display process works?" Hillary remembered Lynette mentioning something about it, but then had been distracted. She didn't want to disrupt the process, so she just nodded. She didn't need to know the technical details. "Okay, let's get started. Step up on the back of the orb and we'll close the curtains for just a moment." Hillary heard the rolling clack of stage curtains closing, and Dr. Mullaney's footsteps approached. "James, out. Scat! Give this young woman some privacy. Where's Lynette?" "She's still working on the orbital, I guess." "Well, I hope she gets it reset. We have 500 people out there." Hillary felt a touch on her wrist. "It's nothing of concern to you, my dear. We just lose some data if it doesn't reset properly." James' footsteps withdrew, and after a moment Mullaney spoke again. "It's just you and me now, dear," she said. "We're behind the curtain where no one can see us, and we'll put you in the orb now. There's a little set of steps on the back of it, so let's climb up to the top. I trust that Lynette briefed you and you're still comfortable with everything?" Hillary nodded and even offered a thumbs up. She was ready to get this process going. Mullaney stepped behind her, and arms wrapped around her as a slender body and smallish breasts nestled up against her back. "Lynette usually does this part, but she appears to be busy, so I'll take over." Mullaney murmured in her ear. The professor guided her to the back of the orb, and then the two of them slowly climbed step by step until they were perhaps seven feet off the ground. Uncomfortable with the height and her lack of sensation, Hillary gripped the professor's arms tightly. "Okay, we're at the top now, standing on a 3 by 3 platform, so don't move. This is where it gets fun. I'm going to hook you up to the oxygen system now, which comes down into the top of the helmet. There's a panic button on the tip of your nose, and if you touch it, the system will shut down. You can do it for any reason you want, whether there's an equipment problem or you just don't like what you're feeling. Understand?" Hillary nodded. After some fumbling and pulling on her mask, Mullaney said, "Okay, I'm going to take your robe off now, and I'll do a last-minute check. When I say go, just step forward and you'll drop into the gel. It's neutrally buoyant, so you'll sink until you're submerged but you won't go to the bottom. Once you're in, just start imagining scenes and sensations, and when the sights or sounds or smells start, the demonstration is underway. We'll keep you in here for ten minutes and then we'll bring you out and interview you about your experience and review the data. Understand?" Hillary nodded. Mullaney stepped to her front, and authoritative hands pulled her robe open, then down off her shoulders. Hillary chafed at the process, as it meant that the researcher now had a full frontal view of her nudity, but it was too late to protest. There was silence for a moment as the robe fell to her feet, and with her women's intuition she knew - just knew - that Mullaney was giving her a good gaze as the professor reached down to whisk away the robe. She was either a lesbian or just someone who liked to look at pretty girls. Hillary swore that she could even feel a warm breath on her bare pubic mound, but nonetheless stayed still. A hand trailed lightly over her shoulder, almost erotically, and Mullaney made a full circuit of her. "I'm just doing a last-minute check of your helmet," the older woman explained. Fingers ran through her hair, examined her ears, and lightly traced over her forehead. Body parts brushed her derriere, hips, and breasts in the process before Mullaney pronounced herself done with an approving mm-hmm. She once again positioned herself behind Hillary, and two hands grasped her ribs, just behind her breasts. Mullaney leaned in, her breath warm on Hillary's ear. "Okay, ready? Go." Hillary stepped forward, and dropped. She dropped, but she didn't fall. She was enveloped in something that was almost invisible to her senses. It was neither hot nor cold, neither light nor dense. Much like her time in the sensory deprivation tank, she was floating weightless in nothingness, unable to see, hear, smell, or feel anything. Far from being frightening, it was actually comforting, like floating in the womb. She smiled. Subconsciously, an image appeared in her mind, an image of another time where she was comfortable and embraced. She was three years old, and her mother was hugging her, embracing her. It was so subtle, so automatic, that she didn't even know she was having the thought. Until it happened. Someone was hugging her inside the tank, and the blackness lifted. It was her mother, right there, hugging her. She was a vibrant young woman, and in the background was the living room of their home back in Michigan, all of the details right down to the unusual gypsy design on the table lamps. Hillary gasped. It wasn't a memory. She was there. And as she remembered her mother stepping back and saying, "I love you, chickadee", it happened. It wasn't a memory. It was happening. Her mother's hands were on her shoulders, her smile warm, her eyes loving. She could feel the warmth of that summer day, see the sunlight playing on the carpet... It was happening. Hillary's eyes teared up, her heart bursting with pleasure. It was as good as the time when ... She was at her sister's wedding now. The smell of lavender was strong, with a whiff of ozone from the rain that had miraculously cleared up right as the ceremony started. Someone was holding her hand. Her mind knew that no one was holding her hand, but ... someone was holding her hand. She could feel it. She looked down, and his hand was holding hers, contrasted against the emerald grass and white folding chairs. She followed the arm up and it was Britt, her once-forever boyfriend and first love. He was there beside her, smiling that crooked smile of his, back when they were so in love. And it was real. It wasn't her imagination. Or was it? Hillary's mind reeled. What was a memory and what was real? She knew that she wasn't at the wedding. She knew that she was floating in some sort of high-tech orb. Her mind knew that. But her body told her something different, and it was informing her mind of very real sensations. It felt as if her mind and body had separated along parallel arcs, reality bending around some undiscovered corner of her mind. What did this mean? Was it just about memories? Could she just create scenes and not just memories? She imagined a giant pink flamingo at the wedding, and there it was, twenty feet tall, perched on one leg. Its giant magnificent eye trained on her, and she and Britt smiled at one another as the other guests gaped in surprise, exactly the surprise that Hillary would expect and imagine in such a situation. Britt leaned in and kissed her, which had never happened on that particular day, but she had wanted it oh so much. Her lips felt the pressure of his - or of something - and she felt the pressure of a firm hand in the small of her back, pulling her close. She melted. It hadn't worked out, of course, but that man could kiss. The giant flamingo took flight. A wing beat pulsed air onto her, and she and Britt looked up. The flamingo was flying majestically over the ceremony, as reality mixed with memory which mixed with imagination. The pressure of the wingbeats. The breeze blowing her hair. She was now on a sailboat, skimming silently over the water. Her hair waved behind her, and it was a perfect day on the lake. No, make that the Aegean. No, the South Seas. Each time she changed her thoughts, the scenery changed in front of her eyes, the smell of the saltwater evolved, the firmness of the seat beneath her adjusted. A hand grasped her arm as she imagined a hand grasping her arm, and when she turned it was a handsome gondolier. Her mind tried to tell her that there was no hand, but her body felt the touch as the magical gel congealed and tightened around her. Maybe it wasn't a gondolier. No, make it a pirate. A handsome pirate. Her mind clicked through scenarios as she found the one she wanted. Discovering a New Reality The pirate grinned at her. She heard his voice, literally heard it somehow, as he said, "Aye, you're a beautiful wench, and now you're mine." She looked down, and she was wearing a fanciful Victorian bodice, her cleavage bulging. The handsome pirate grinned, and grabbed it right at the breastbone, pulling forcefully. She felt the tug on her body as it ripped, and her breasts spilled out, and now there was an audience of pirates, sitting on the gunwales and the spars and standing on the deck, laughing and staring lustfully at the plight of their royal captive. Another rip and she was naked. She tried to cover herself up, but an army of hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her over to a barrel. Inside the orb, she somehow knew that she was merely floating in space, but at the same time she also knew that rampaging pirates were carrying her by her arms and legs. She struggled against their grips, felt the pressure in her arched back and stretched muscles, heard her own cries amid their laughs. Just as she imagined, they were strong and she was going to serve their will. She was tied face down over the barrel, staring into the fine wood grain of the deck. Her breasts dangled, bouncing slightly, her ribs and stomach compressed against the hard round wood. Her rump was her highest point, and suddenly she felt the force of someone's thighs behind her, forcing her own legs further apart. And then ... ohhhhh. Hillary tried to moan. In the orb, she was silent and motionless, but in her brain her voice was pure and clear, her body bucking. A large penis slid into her, perfectly large and perfectly shaped to provide her maximum pleasure. Inside the orb, she cried out as the gel solidified into the perfect shape and followed its orders. It thrust in and out at the perfect speed, just as she willed it. But it wasn't quite enough to please her. Suddenly a finger was on her clit. And not a man's finger, but a woman's. Women knew better how to do it, and they were sexy. Now she was face up, lying on a firm bed in a beautiful bedroom. Her arms and legs were tied spreadeagled, and two women were on the bed with her. Hillary clicked through the scenarios. The first woman was Dr. Mullaney, wearing a black merry widow with thigh-high boots and a large strap-on dildo. She was ordering her little assistant, Lynette, to service Hillary. Lynette was wearing nothing but a red corset, exposing her pert brown breasts and a beautiful bare pussy, and she knelt between Hillary's legs. Ohhhhhh. Lynette was licking, and she had a fantastic technique. Within the orb, Hillary was motionless, floating while the gel swirled and gripped and flowed around her. Within her mind, Mullaney smiled cruelly and twisted Hillary's nipples while Lynette licked and finger-fucked her from below. Oh, and now a small finger was swirling around her anus, just like she always fantasized and had never asked. Hillary had never been with a woman, had never told anyone about it, and was frightened to even consider it in real life, but it was nonetheless a favorite fantasy. And now it was somehow reality - a safe and private reality. This machine was fantastic. Hillary's body and mind merged back inside the orb, her hips moving and bucking at the attentions simultaneously real and imagined in her most sensitive places. She gasped and whimpered and then squealed with pleasure as Lynette - or something - brought her to orgasm. A real orgasm, silent and strong as she floated within the world of the swirling gel. And now Lynette was rising, smiling with glistening lips as Mullaney moved down. Her strap-on was large, perfectly sized and shaped for Hillary's pleasure, and she felt the warmth and softness of the professor's body as they merged into a missionary position. Hillary struggled against her bonds, but they held fast, just as she wished. Mullaney kissed her throat, her cheeks, her ear, and she heard the older woman's whisper. "I'm going to make you beg." She felt the first push of Mullaney inside her, and it was exquisite. A chime sounded, and Mullaney and Lynette froze. A pleasant female voice abruptly interrupted the scene, and she recognized it as Lynette's voice. "Your experimental time has now expired. You will feel a pressure from below as you are pushed upwards out of the gel. We hope you enjoyed the experience!" Suddenly there was no more large penis pushing inside her, no more dominatrix pinning her to the bed. Hillary felt a vague vibration all around her, and then a pressure on the soles of her feet. Her real feet, not imagined ones. She felt a coolness on her head, rivulets running down her neck, and finally a return of her body weight. As she rose, the warmth of a robe was placed upon her shoulders. Then some tugging, and suddenly the helmet was off. It felt very strange to be back in the real world. She was pulled onto the platform by Lynette and James, and the curtain opened to reveal the conference attendees. Dr. Mullaney stepped back onto the stage amidst polite applause. She was wearing a business suit, not dominatrix gear. "Okay, our volunteer has finished her ten minutes inside the orb. Let's talk to her for a moment, and then we'll do the data display." Lynette was rubbing Hillary's hair down with a towel, and for the first time Hillary was able to see inside the orb. The gel was a highly viscous liquid, reddish-gold in color and almost iridescent. It balled up and fell off of her easily. She was slightly disoriented, and felt as if her mind and her body were not quite snapped back together yet. "Did you enjoy the experience?" Dr. Mullaney asked, handing up a microphone. Hillary took a moment to speak. "That was ... unbelievable." "Tell us about your experience. What did you do? Where did you go?" Her eyes unfocused, Hillary stepped back mentally through the progression of events. From fantasies backward to imagination, and from imagination backward to memories. And somewhere in there, reality was woven. She was still somewhat addled about the intersections, but the progression made sense. So she talked about memories, and about her mother holding her and her boyfriend and the smell of lavender at the wedding. About holding hands and a giant flamingo. And then she lied her ass off. She walked through a county fair. She flew over New York City. As she regathered her wits, she was able to maintain the mental progression from memory to imagination, but she left out the fantasy part. Science didn't need to know that, and a conference full of her peers definitely didn't. She had self-awareness and knew that she liked sex and fantasies, but the speed at which she had gone there was staggering and somewhat embarrassing. She would have to think about this some more once she got home. "Thank you for doing this," Dr. Mullaney wrapped up. "And now let's go to the overhead monitor and we'll look at the data display." A screen flicked on, a large 15-foot screen that was easily visible to everyone in the conference center. The image was Hillary's mother, in their living room in Michigan. "Now, as I told you, the gel reads her thinking and transfers it to the computer. The computer converts it to images, and then feeds those images back to the gel and the virtual reality. So we can actually see what she's thinking. So Hillary, this is your mother?" Hillary stared upward at the screen, her mouth agape. Her mother was beautiful, and there was the unusual gypsy design on the table lamps. "Hillary, is this your mother?" "Um ... yes." Just like a video, her mother leaned forward into a hug. Dr. Mullaney explained how the gel could recreate the feel of the mother's dress, her hug, her perfume, based on how Hillary imagined it. The scene morphed into the wedding scene, and it played out just like a movie scene. Oh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. The video continued, an exact playback of Hillary's mind. Eight minutes later, a conference room of 500 people was dead silent. Twenty minutes later, Hillary was sitting in the dressing area, head in her hands, rocking silently back and forth. She still wore only the bathrobe. Getting dressed meant going back out into public, and going out into public meant... Oh, god. There was a light knock on the door, then another. When she didn't respond, it opened and two sets of female feet walked in. She knew who they were without looking up, and she didn't want to look up anyway. "Well," Dr. Mullaney said, "this is somewhat awkward." Hillary couldn't speak. "I talked to Lynette and to James, and it appears that we had a mixup. A terrible mixup. When the lower orbital froze up, they miscommunicated, and neither of them told you how the data display worked. If you had known that, then perhaps you wouldn't have let your mind wander quite so freely." "I can never go out there again." Hillary stared at their feet. "I'm a laughingstock. My career is over." "Not necessarily," Dr. Mullaney said. "As disappointed as I am with my team, I recognize great potential in you." Her feet approached and circled behind Hillary, and she felt a supportive hand on her shoulder. "I've fired James for his role in this error, so I now have a spot open on my team and I'd like to offer it to you. I never liked James much anyway. Not my type. And you're a great fit for all sorts of reasons. You've very quickly discovered what will be our largest market for this device, and you will be useful in its further testing." A second hand touched Hillary's other shoulder and began a soft shoulder massage, pulling Hillary upright in her seat. "I've also decided that Lynette needs to be punished for her role in this. That will happen tonight at my home, and I would like to invite you to participate. Because you see, you're very perceptive of my relationship with Lynette, and I think you'll enjoy how she looks when she's tied to my bed." Dr. Mullaney's hands slid lower, down inside the robe. She caressed the fullness of Hillary's breasts, and then began to gently tweak her nipples. Hillary's nostrils flared. "Lynette, do your duty to our new research assistant. She has a lot of work ahead of her." Dr. Mullaney's loyal assistant knelt at Hillary's feet and gently forced her knees apart. She untied the sash on the robe, laid it open, and leaned in. Hillary felt a warm, soft tongue make contact with her clit. Mullaney's breath was warm in Hillary's ear as she bit down softly. "We're going to make you beg," she whispered. And this time it was real. Discovering A New Side I saw her standing across the room. I couldn't understand why she was standing alone. She was by far one of the most beautiful women in the club. I had just a few weeks earlier discovered my bi "curious" side and had come to a lesbian bar not too far from where I lived. I started to make my way slowly across the room, dancing around and stopping at the bar for a drink. As I sat on the stool and slowly sipped my drink I looked to my right and saw her sitting next to me. As I looked at her she said hi and I said hi back. She asked me what my name was and I told her Amber. Then she told me that her name was Jessica. She went on to ask me if I was new in town and I told her that I didn't live too far away but that I had never been to this club before. We sat there talking for a while and then she asked if I was a lesbian. I told her that a few weeks ago I had kissed my first woman. I told her the story of how a friend and me had downed a few drinks one night and ended up kissing and fondling each other and I liked it but that I had never really been with a woman. She told me that she was a lesbian and had come out about 3 years ago. We talked some more and then she asked me to dance. We got on the dance floor and whirled around to a fast song. Then the music changed to a slow song. She pulled me close, her hands moving, sliding over my back before she rested them on my ass. It felt good and I felt a familiar tingle down in my pussy. I told her that I thought that she looked hot in her dress, which was a tight black dress that came a few inches above her knees. She thanked me and repaid the compliment. I was wearing my favorite club outfit, which consisted of my purple sparkly low riders and my black midriff shirt that said princess on it in purple glitter. She told me that I was making her horny and asked if I wanted to go somewhere a little more private. I said sure and she grabbed my hand and we headed towards the door. She told me that she only lived 2 blocks away and that she had walked so we got in my car and drove to her house. We got out of the car and went in and she took me to her bedroom. She told me that since I had never been with a woman that she would let me explore her body. I walked over to her and started kissing her. It was a deep passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. I broke the kiss and slowly started kissing down her neck to her cleavage. I brought my fingers to the thin straps of her dress and slowly pulled them down and over her shoulders and off her arms. It hung off her waist and I stared at her beautiful breasts. There were about a 34C with pink quarter sized nipples. I reached out and started playing with her right nipple, gently rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. After it got hard I did the same to the other one and then leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth. I savored the taste of her soft, smooth skin and flicked my tongue at it and then did the same to the other one. I pushed her dress down the rest of the way and she stepped out of it. I took off her panties and told her to sit on the bed. As I held her panties in my hand I could feel the wet spot. I knelt down in front of her and looked at her pussy. She kept her pussy neatly trimmed with a little tuft of hair above her slit. Her lips were slightly swollen and pink. I moved my hand up her creamy, white thigh slowly till I reached her cunt. I slid my finger over it and felt her juices on my finger. I put my hand up to my mouth and tasted her juices, sweet like honey. I brought my hand back to her pussy and gently spread her lips apart. I brought my face closer and smelled her wonderful scent. I noticed that while I was doing this, her pussy was getting wetter. I brought my tongue to her slit and licked the length of it. A small moan escaped her lips. I rubbed my finger over her hardening clit and she shook. I continued to lick her pussy, running my tongue all around it and over her clit. She began to buck her pussy towards my face covering my face with her honey. I thrust my finger into her tight hole causing her to moan again. I knew that I was doing something right and continued licking her pussy and sliding my finger in and out of her wet cunt. I took my other hand and ran it through her pussy to get it wet and started playing with her pink, puckered asshole. This caused her to moan some more, so I started to slowly work my finger into her asshole. She screamed out that she was going to come, so I started working my fingers in and out of her holes faster and sucking directly on her clit. I felt her whole body tense up and tasted a flow of juices coming from her pussy. It seemed to last forever as I kept on licking and thrusting. As she finished her orgasm I continued to lick her cunt clean. When I looked up I saw a smile on her face and I asked her if I had done well. She told me that for having never been with a woman I was wonderful. She pulled me up to her face and kissed me with her pussy juices still on my lips and she lick some off my face. Then she told me that she was going to make me feel great. She quickly removed all my clothes and started playing with my breasts, flicking the nipples with her tongue and gently biting down. Instantly I felt my pussy start to get wet. While she was playing with my tits she reached a hand down to my pussy and put a finger between my lips. She told me to lie down on the bed and I did. She kneeled between my legs and spread them wider apart. She parted my pussy lips and started licking up and down my wet slit. I moaned and told her that it felt great. She told me that she was just getting started. She flicked her tongue over my clit and I nearly came then, but she moved her tongue down and started to tongue fuck me. After a few minutes she replaced her tongue with a finger, while still licking all around my wet pussy. I was moaning in ecstasy when I felt something bigger then a finger at the entrance to my hole. I looked down and saw that she had a dildo in her hand. She slowly began to work it in my tight hole. Once she had all 7 inches in me she started to pump it in and out while gently licking my now hard clit. I screamed that I was going to cum and she clamped her lips tight around my clit and began to suck. When she gently began to nibble on it, it sent me over the edge. I started to buck and writhe in orgasm. I couldn't keep myself from screaming out her name. After a few minutes I calmed down and found her next to me. We began to kiss again and she was caressing my breasts. I told her that it was wonderful and that it was the first orgasm that I had experienced with another woman. She told me that it was only one of many she wanted to share with me. We lay in each others arms, resting, knowing that soon we would share another. Content for now to just rest. Discovering A New Way With Shades Of Gray It was so nice to be back with Linda again, I had missed her terribly, her humour, her conversation and most of all her brand of loving, for I say until this day I have never ever been so infatuated and darned right besotted by a woman of her stance and sheer determination to get what she wants when she wants. Okay she can be masterful, as most women are in their way, it seems to be a sort of built in mechanism I guess to make up for the fragility of being female, although I guess many women would ask me to take that back after the great example they made of their sex ion the 2012 Olympics, I mean; seeing them play football was one thing and even the girl who won a gold medal boxing for England, it seems now anything goes, and Wow! did my tackle throb watching those girls slay beach ball in the skimpiest of beachwear. My eyes were glued until Linda came into the room and saw my tongue hanging out. "There is a lot more your tongue could be doing" she giggled and I knew exactly what she meant. "One thing about you Linda, you have never been backward in coming forward!" She looked at me, those gorgeous deep set eyes saying everything; "Are you complaining Pete?" "Erm No." I replied, my essentials growing in my pants; It is as much how she said it that always aroused me, and that certain very provocative and sexy look. Then she settled next to me on the leather bound settee, looking so very attractive in her tight black skirt and white laced to and I knew what would be waiting underneath seeing just a quick glance of black stocking tops as she provocatively but very seductively crossed those gorgeous thighs - and then that certain sound again, the touch of silk against silk as she crossed her legs to close the hint of a gap between her thighs, keeping her mystic charms secret for now, until the time was right. When her red lips met mine the feeling was electric, pure electric as she so sensitively moulded them to mine in a kiss that would develop into something much more than just a kiss. A blending of pulses and taste as she hinted what she wanted my tongue to do, the deep throat French kiss she adored so much, just slow and sensual primarily to arouse the hormones. Her quiet moans told me that we were very together again after a what seemed to be a lifetime without, I knew she'd be back, going with that wimp of a guy who, she discovered could not offer the love to which she'd become accustomed, full package emotionally and physically. "You really are the only guy for me" she whispered when we took a breather, she looking up at me with those dark blue misty eyes and I guess that was true love, being able to give each other our very all. I was soon to discover that she was a lot more passionate than ever before, and me with my male ego had to ask if that was because this other guy called Rick did not have it for her. "More like the book I'm reading" she purred, her hand moving down to my thigh, her fingers tingling as she teased me there. "What book is that?" I asked beginning to enjoy that wonderful feeling a girl can give a guy just by running her fingers over the swelling there. And knowing just how much she enjoyed that, her fingers starting to bunch me between and gradually squeeze. Now that is sensual! "50 shades of grey" "I've heard about that, Erotica hey! No wonder, Well what I say if it turns you one go for it." "Darling, shall I tell you something?" she asked beginning to unzip me. Me resting back to enjoy the moment. It was like it used to be having your girl pamper and give you that certain sensual feeling that would end in a deep gratifying climax. "Go ahead" I invited and she did. "Reading that book is sensational, I have never been so wet" She moved her thighs, bent her legs at the knees so that she was sitting on them bent, her favourite position for what I knew I was about to receive, and when her head went down to me leaning down to her side and finding me through the opened zip. Her delicate fingers eagerly finding their way so easily inside the rim of my boxer shorts. "Mmm. Glad to see you still wear boxers" she purred. I love you in boxers. Now what is this I have misses so much?" she teased finding her objective, pulling him out of his hide and that was simply beautiful, she was still the same Linda doing the same tricks but with a little more zest and ardour. "Baby, you can go further if you want" I said because that is how it used to be, she'd always ask me, but now, well she was different, whether or not it was because of that book she was reading or now I don't know, but it all came to pass that what would happen next I would relish this new form of lovemaking. "No! not yet!| she purred. I want to do other things first, I'm gonna make you wait until you beg for it, and your quintessential will welcome you with open lips when you are truly good and ready, when I have had my fun of good heard stiff cock and lovely firm balls. "She remembered that we always called it her quintessential but when the going got really hot and our verbal exchange matched the action, then it would become my 'cuntessenteial' which was a real turn on for us both, when we'd both indulge in the sensual mutual enjoyment of oral delights, she sucking cock and me sucking that cuntessentail - it was always like that but not now, it was to be different, she'd make me wait and wait, saying what she wants to do and ostracising me to obey her every command. The way she stroked my length with her fingers, her tongue teasing my p-hole fervently, the sounds of sexual activity adding to the feel of the moment, the feel of her as I squeezed her tits and nibbled her there, wanting more, much more I yelled attempting to get my head down to those gorgeous inviting thighs, the whiteness of her skin between her red panties and suspender belt slipped to those black silk stockings made me throb, made me just year for the taste of herm the feel of her in my mouth, the stretching of her pussy lips, all the tine she sucking me, balling me just like we used to and then the quintessential rough and very exhilarating deep fucking to complete all that we felt and meant to each other. But this time, no - she teased me to the hilt, I yelled that she was a slut, that's what she wanted to hear, "dirty talk me baby" she said and do you know what? It was a perfect blend to the wonderful way we enjoyed each other, she teased me - asking me how this felt, how that felt, but no! I could not fuck her yet, because first she wanted more of me. I am boiling over, my cock is jumping for it, but still she wont let me suck her or fuck her, still she wasn't ready for that, she wanted more of me, her head busy between my thighs, her face rubbing into me everywhere as her fingers found the crevice between my ass. This was different, she wanted my ass too, I felt her finger rim me there, so different but so wonderful. Fuck I had to have her, I yelled at her to bend over on all fours and took her whether she liked it or not. She was a wonderful fuck, so wet and warm and deep. We fucked to our hearts content and she yelled that at last I had got the picture, that she wanted as much for me to master her as she did me. It was to be a mutual thing, depending on how moods took us. Now I discovered just how real loving could be, thanks to fifty shades of grey...