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Erased

By: NOAHSWEE1



Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone, which was in his coat pocket that was lying on one of the other kitchen chairs. As he got up from his chair to walk over to get his phone, he pushed through the protective plastic covering of the pills, extracted one pill and as he was about to place it into his month, he pulled his phone out of his coat pocket and, according to caller ID, it was her. Should he answer it?

As he stared at the ringing cell phone he imagined what would happen if he didn't answer the phone and swallowed the pill. He started to daydream that he would start to get nauseous and dizzy. His head would be throbbing and he would start to panic; he would be afraid of what his life was going to be without her. He imagined that his body would go into an uncontrollable convulsion as he fought to hold on to her memory. In his mind, he imagined that while grapping his head, from within the depths of his soul he would hear a blood curling scream ......NOOOOOOO.

The room would start spinning and when it stopped, he had been transported to some sort of a fuzzy Wizard of Oz type of setting, and he found himself kneeling before an intense light, surrounded by the most brilliant colors and wonderful smells everywhere. At first he was panic stricken and thought, Oh shit, I'm dead, that F ing pill killed me; Great. When all of sudden, the light spoke to him and surprisingly, he was relaxed. "Tell me my son what are you running from" as the colors and smells intensified.

Still kneeling, he said "you just don't know what it is like to see her in all my thoughts and dreams, going through life and constantly waking up without her by my side; knowing that despite what she says that she doesn't really want to be there and/or with me. She keeps running from me and not toward me. I've given up so much to be with her. She recently told me that she was afraid to make a mistake. I am NO MISTAKE. I know I would be the best thing that ever happened to her, I would make a difference. I will test her; I will make her accountable, and I will teach and show her by example what it is to love unconditionally. I am sure we will fight, and that I will make her so mad that at times, she'll want to scream in frustration. Although I am in love with her, I am not afraid to hurt her feelings. I am not afraid to tell her that she is being an ass when she is. I will tell her things that nobody has ever had the courage to tell her out of fear that she'll withdraw emotionally from them like she always does. But, I'll always do it with undying love in my heart. And when she tries to withdraw and ran away from her problems and/or me, I run along side her until she gets tired so we can talk it out. I'm not afraid to hurt her feelings and fight with her. It's her that I want to fight with, nobody else. I have and will always be brutally honest with her, no matter the personal consequences I might endure and/or whether I could avoid it with a "little white lie". 

It's just too painful dreaming of her every day of my life. I dream that I am her hero, always capable of rescuing and easing her every pain, and that she is my Queen and that I make her feel so alive and happy that she sings silly songs and tells me made up stories about fruit. But yet, when I wake up, I'm always alone; she's constantly pushing me away. She keeps telling me that she's leaving it in god's hands. Why doesn't she understand that my heart is in her hands, for I'm hers for the taking; that I'm ripe and ready to be harvested? Why does she play with my heart; doesn't she understand that even when she's next to me that's still too far away? I have to face the reality that she doesn't want to be MINE; that I'll never be more then comfort food to her and that you cannot mold someone into what you wish them to be. While I'll do anything for her love, I need a sign, a jesture that we're a team, that she believes in us and me. 

Just then the light, colors and smells intensified and he heard a Wizard of Oz type voice boomed from the light. "So what's it going to be? Swallow the pill and close you eyes and I'll take you through the final phase and you'll be free of the pain, of the torment of her not loving you; of all memories of her. Or keep you eyes open and answer you cell phone, knowing that life is an uncertainty; maybe she'll surprise you and be all that you had hoped she would be and love you the way you deserve; or maybe, she'll continue to take you for granted and disappoint you again by not giving you the love and support you deserve? So what's it going to be? Now, Now. You must make a decision right now. You have no time to think or be afraid. Make your choice Now! What's it going to be?

Just then, he was back in his house as his cell phone continued to ring. He went to answer but it stopped before he had the chance. He waited a moment for it to go to his message center and it didn't; that was the signal he was waiting for. 

He thought about his future; he saw himself 20 years from now, still chasing her and how unhappy and unfilled the journey would be, and he finally came to the realization that he must now admit failure before he subjects himself to too many more heartbreaks. He must accept that there will always be something else, lingering like the stink of death, to keep her always a little more distant from him. She will never be willing to give him her whole heart; he will always be a convenience friend and never a soul mate. Once he admitted this to himself, he then took a deep breath, closed eyes and swallowed the pill and all memories of her started to fade, including erasing the memories that he loved her. He was finally free.

As for her, one day she will look at herself and realize she is one of the loneliest woman on earth. She will look in the mirror and she will wonder why her life has fallen apart. She will cry and wish for things she cannot find. And then it will suddenly occur to her. She had it all once. She had a man who would have died for her and spent the rest of his life making her feel like a princess.

And she threw it all away.

Erasing Caitlin



Chapter I

Sky annoyed me the first time we met.

She just... annoyed me.

At a co-workers wedding reception at a dining hall on the outskirts of downtown Chicago (a co-workers wedding reception that I really did NOT want to attend) I had escaped to a sheltered veranda that overlooked Lake Michigan in the distance. The view was breathtaking and timeless, and with the band and the conversations muted by distance and closed doors, I had come here to decipher my plan to slip away without being seen.

I had a stomach ache. I had a headache. Something in the food didn't sit right with me. I had to get up in the morning. My condo was on fire. An old friend was coming in from out of town. Regardless, I didn't want to be there anymore and I really didn't want to spend a half hour saying good-byes. I would leave quietly and deal with the fallout another time. 

But the view - a fat gray moon shining down on glistening black water – was spectacular. And I stayed to admire it just a little too long.

I work at a legal firm that specializes in hammering people who commit insurance fraud on a major scale. We don't worry about the little guy who hurts his back and then does yard work while milking a little off the system. We focus on the major players – those who buy turn-over houses for $15,000 and then finagle inspectors, commissioners and builders to write up valued estimates five times that amount. I'm not a very outgoing or forceful person by nature, but I can really work a courtroom to beat down an opponent. Most of the cases I take are settled without ever seeing a courtroom, and that's a good thing for those I go after. 

Yep, I'm that good.

But I have my little taboo interests and my secret little fantasies. We all do, right? In the darkness of my room at night, armed with nothing but my thoughts and my fingers and my toys, I have my weaknesses. But reality shines harshly in daylight, and the shadows keep a lot of secrets.

Boy, do they keep secrets.

So I was standing on that veranda in heels and a black evening gown, one that fell about my form elegantly and turned heads, but without being inappropriate. I would never stand for that. I know I look good – perhaps really good- but a wedding is a day for the bride, not a guest. I thought I looked professional and elegant, yet conservative.

"I hope you weren't planning on keeping this view all to yourself," the voice said.

She slid up to the railing next to me and joined my gaze out to the far-off Great Lake. I didn't look at her directly, but cast a quick glance out of the corner of my eye to at least see who was speaking to me – clearly someone I did not know. She wore black slacks – tight, form-fitting slacks that could have passed for leather at first glance – that accentuated her curves. The slacks were tucked into knee high black leather boots – gestapo style. She wore a beige, sleeveless turtleneck sweater and her skin was almost alabaster white. 

And she had pink hair.

Short, almost spiky, pink hair...

When I caught sight of her, of her hair and the way it clashed with her pale skin, she grinned, and the smile was mischievous and intelligent and wonderfully engrossing. I found myself drawn to her at once – at ease. And this was a strange reaction for me because I usually disdained meeting new people and I trusted hardly anyone, especially upon first meeting them.

"Breast cancer," she said.

"I'm sorry...?" I asked her. Did she just tell me she had breast cancer? Or was she asking me if I did? "You...?"

"My hair," she said, pointing a finger at herself. "It's died pink for breast cancer. I'm a kindergarten teacher and the school raised money for breast cancer awareness. My class did a bake sale and I said if we led the school in sold baked goods I'd die my hair pink. We won, so tad da..."

"Oh... it's quite... it looks good..."

"I'm Sky," she said.

Although a bit put off at having to engage when I'd come out here to be alone, I didn't want to be rude.

"I'm Caitlin," I told her. "Caitlin Drummond."

The woman's smile was warm and inviting, strangely engaging almost, as if she were boring into my head. There was a slight squint around her eyes and... I did feel something. It's hard to explain – hard to decipher with words – but when I did look over at her, when I turned and really looked at her – she was leaning against the railing and studying me so intently I wanted to look away. I felt my cheeks flush with a strange warmth that I did not like nor did I recognize. Or maybe I DID recognize it, and THAT'S why I didn't like it. Because as I stood there with my hands on the railing, just her and I in the dim light backdrop lighting of the hall, that flush was something I only experienced in my most private moments – when it was only me. 

Yet she was burrowing deeper into my head – God, I could feel it – and she was pulling the thoughts to the surface. It was the strangest, most bizarre sensation I'd ever experienced. All I can compare it too is having something inside me, something hidden and locked away, pried loose despite my inhibitions. 

I tried to look away...

"No, no, no, little one..." She said very softly, very pointedly. "Don't move. Let me in..." Her eyes were shades of green and blue, and I stared into them, feeling her moving around in my head. My spine tingled and goose bumps raced up and down my skin. It was so inexplicably odd, and terribly intoxicating. I'd had one glass of wine, that's it, so I knew it wasn't alcohol. It was her... I sort of wobbled there, my eyes shrinking half closed, and we just stood a few feet apart and staring at each other. Jesus pull back! You're a lawyer for God's sakes! This little creepy sex pot is devouring you right now! And I tried to move – I did. I tried to turn away or to speak or laugh or break eye contact, but I couldn't. 

I

Could

Not

Each time I squirmed she held my gaze. 

"Just relax, little one," she said in that strange, sing-song voice. "Let me poke around in there."

And she did... Jesus, she did. I was able to manage only a sort of lilting smile and a very soft 'okay' like it was the most normal thing in the world for a girl half my age to be invading my head. If someone watched us, they would see two – perhaps friends – leaning against a railing and sort of staring at each other, although my eyelids were half closed. 

And then I felt her tendrils or whatever they were just sort of slither back out. Pop! And she was out. I leaned against the railing and only now realized I'd been holding my breath. 

"I'm not a lesbian," I blurted out.

But she merely smiled.

"Is that what you think this is about? You being gay...? Or ME being gay...?" She swayed on the heel of a boot while she spoke and the move was strangely erotic. "This isn't that simple, Megan. This is... a bit more complicated than that. My goal is to make you simple, but... No, I've been watching you all night."

"Y-you have...?" I managed.

"Yes, I have," she said. "You have a glow about you that screams your submissiveness. One just has to recognize it."

"I am NOT submissive," I said, and I was happy to find that my voice was assertive and strong. There you go, girl! "I am anything BUT submissive..."

"You are whatever I say you are," she said evenly, and my resolve just sort of slammed into a wall as she spoke. I stared at her, in what I hoped was my most stern and forceful courtroom stare. But she stared back. She stared back with eyes that again seemed far more knowledgeable than I thought perhaps they should. She was meeting my challenge, and defeating me.

"Do not try to stare me down," she said in a very calm, very confident voice. "And don't play games with me, little one. I've seen what's inside you. I've seen what makes those cheeks blush." I was being scolded and the world was spinning around me. This strange young woman with the pink hair was scolding me like a damn child, and I was doing nothing to stop it. 

After a few minutes of her staring at me, and my eyes cast down at her boots, unable to meet that stare, she spoke again.

"Do you know of a little Italian restaurant on Gateway called 'Le Blache?" I blinked but her words sunk in. I DID recognize the place. I managed a nod. "Talk little one."

"Yes, I... I know it..."

"Good girl. You will meet me there tomorrow night at 7:00 sharp for dinner. Do not be late. I suspect you will wear a skirt, something modest."

"B-but I have plans..."

"And you will cancel them, won't you?" 

God, she was digging into me. What the hell was happening? Why didn't I cuss her out and storm out of there? Slowly I lifted my head – agonizingly slow – until my eyes met hers, and when they did I was just sort of swept away. My stomach swooned like it had the first time I'd kissed a boy when I was twelve years old. My God, butterflies! 

"There's my girl," she said with that smile. "You will cancel your plans and meet me for dinner, won't you?"

I opened my mouth to defy her, but nothing came out. 

Finally, with all of the courage and self-will I could summon, I managed "I will not... I have plans..." It came out in a strained gasp.

"Caitlin honey, listen to me," she said evenly. "You will cancel your plans and meet me for dinner." 

I stared at her – hard. I steeled my jaw and grinded my teeth – if she wanted a stare down, I'd give her one! I could feel my nostrils flaring as we fought –as our wills fought! – out here. 

She was not fazed.

"Do NOT attempt to stare me down, Caitlin," she said. "Do not attempt to overpower me or challenge me."

She said it with such force, such sheer, unbridled confidence, that it sent chills up and down my spine. I swallowed, the first break in the chain, and then I looked down.

"Good girl," she said softly. "Obedience will be rewarded, sweetheart. Although if you attempt to challenge me again, your punishment will be harsh. Do you understand?"

Very slowly, I nodded.

"So, you will cancel your plans for tomorrow and meet me for dinner, yes?"

I could only, half-heartedly, nod: "Yes... Of course..."

"Good – now why don't you go back inside now? I have friends to speak with."

But I couldn't move.

MOVE!

But I couldn't... Instead I sort of smiled and looked down again. My damn feet were glued to the floor. AHHHH! I wanted to scream but all I did was stand there like an idiot – like a helpless child.

"Caitlin, do you wish to show me something?" She asked.

I tried to shake my head – maybe I did a little. My fingers trembled and my heart raced, raced, raced in my chest. My cheeks were so warm I thought I was now running a fever. I know I had begun to sweat. 

"You do, don't you?" She asked in that tepid, elegant voice.

God, I tried to shake my head! I tried to stammer and stutter a 'no,' but I couldn't. I just stood there – rooted in place. 

"You want to show me what's under that dress, don't you, dear one?" She said, studying me, enjoying this torment.

No, I don'! I DO NOT!!! A part of my mind screamed and raged against this, but my body resisted. She was somehow infecting my thoughts and I didn't seem able to turn away. Why didn't someone come out here to interrupt? Why didn't someone come to check on me?

"Go ahead, little one," she said in that silky, smooth voice. "Show me what you have."

I shook my head, but was blushing furiously. I tried to look back into the hall but couldn't look away from her – from that perfectly mischievous smile. My fingers trembled and went down my thighs to the hem of my dress and I took hold of it.

"That's right," she grinned. "No one's watching, precious. Show me."

I looked out towards the distant lake but she pulled me back in. "Look at me, honey..." And I did. Reeled back in like a fish on a line, I lost myself in those eyes and up it came, the hem of my dress, little by little, crimpled along by my trembling fingers.

"That's right – be my good girl," she cooed, holding me with those eyes.

I looked down at my hands – hands that were not my own – as they lifted the dress, revealing my thighs, higher and higher, until the black silk of my panties came into view. Higher and higher yet, up, revealing the silk of those panties that covered my trimmed mound, the tiny black thong I'd chosen to wear. She lowered her eyes from mine, apparently convinced I was beyond resisting now, and stared at me down there.

"Oh honey, you look amazing," she said. "Very, very pretty... Such a precious, precious girl..."

But I was a woman! I was a woman twice her age!

She made a twirling gesture with her finger and I knew she wanted me to turn around, which I did, revealing to her the roundness of my butt (which I knew was my best feature) and the tiny string of the thong where it settled between my cheeks. To my shock and shame, I wiggled my hips at her, and she giggled.

I turned all the way around, still holding my dress up to my hips and staring down at myself.

"You have an amazing body," she said. "I look forward to exploring it." 

Then she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek – her lips warm and wet.

"Thank you, dear one," she said. "You can let it back down now. I enjoyed seeing you." I did so, my dress falling back into place. "Dinner tomorrow night, yes?" I only managed a nod.

Her finger tips brushed my arm as she stepped around me and walked back into the hall, leaving me gasping and panting on the veranda, ashamed and humiliated at what had just happened. But also something more.

I was so turned on, so impossibly turned on, that I couldn't believe it. My forehead was flushed, not from humiliation, but from an erotic energy so overwhelming I doubted my ability to go back inside. I laughed then, an 'I can't believe that just happened' laugh - that felt damn good. Then I went back inside to find a restroom where I could splash some cold water on my face.

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Chapter II 

What the heck kind of a name was Sky?

I thought about this – I mean I really thought about it – as I showered and prepped myself for this dinner date. And it was strange, too, that once the decision was made to meet her at seven, there was no backing out. I was on one hand embarrassed by my inability to stick up for myself, but on the other hand wonderfully and strangely excited. After breaking my plans for the night I was overwhelmed with a sense of unnatural calm, as if this was as things were supposed to be. And I was prepping myself like this was the biggest and most eagerly anticipated date of my life.

What was this young woman's secret? How had she managed to...? My first thought, as I slid into a white satin bra and matching thong, was that I would show up for this dinner and take control of the situation. I don't know what the hell had happened at the wedding – maybe a strange reaction to the wine – but it sure as hell wasn't happening again. I wore a cute little light green dress/skirt and sandals, My hair was up and pinned into a tail and I thought I looked cute, but conservative – certainly capable of handling this woman half my age.

So I dressed as I did, feeling good about myself and about getting this situation back under control, and I arrived at the restaurant right on time – five minutes to seven. 

Sky was already there, seated in a booth in a shadowed and private area of the restaurant. She wore similar black pants and boots as before, but a white, button down blouse. That pink hair shined and reflected the candelight and when I approached the table she smiled comfortably. There was nothing menacing or suspicious about it.

"Hey there," she said as I slid into the seat opposite her. 

For some reason I thought she'd be angry or stern or at least stand offish, but she seemed legitimately happy to see me, which through for a bit of a loop. We ordered a glass of wine (her white, mine red) and spent a few minutes talking about the wedding and about some students in her class whose parents were giving her some problems. When she asked about my job, she seemed interested and engaged with each piece of information I shared. I was caught terribly off guard.

I told myself that in ten seconds I would talk to her about what had happened. Ten became twenty which became thirty... Finally, summoning my resolve, I put my napkin on my plate and looked across the table at her. She noticed my change, and raised her eye brows.

"Yes...?" She asked.

"Sky, I want to talk to you about the other evening," I said.

"Okay..."

"First off, I don't understand what got into me the other night at the reception," I said. "I don't... I don't act like that... What I did with my dress, I mean. I'm terribly confused by it and don't understand. I can only assume the wine didn't sit well with me or mixed with some aspirin I'd taken earlier. I've tried to make sense of it, but..."

"You lifted your dress because you wanted me to see you, Caitlin," Sky said simply, and her voice carried that even, strong tone again. I blinked as I looked across at her, surprised to find myself flustered again. Jesus, what the hell is happening to me? I blinked, obviously a sudden shock to my system that again bottomed out my stomach. And yet strangely, as she looked across the table at me, I felt a terribly unwanted tingle between my legs. Oh my God, no! This does NOT turn me on! "You behaved in that manner because somewhere deep down inside you in that little dark area you don't want to admit is there, you wanted to." She grinned, that cunning look again, and folded her arms on the table top. "I have this magical ability to sort of sneak a glimpse at people's darkest secrets, Caitlin. And I saw yours."

"No..." I said softly, shaking my head.

"Yes honey," she pressed. "I know what it is you really desire. And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to take you there."

I kept shaking my head, almost like a child – nonononono.

This only seemed to make her happier. She relished my struggle. I thought of being in court, I thought of my condo, my car, my bills, my friends... I thought of standing up for myself...

"You lifted your dress to show me your body, and I approve of it," Sky continued, her eyes sparkling. "And you wanted to do that, just like you want to show me your breasts right now."

"No!" I hissed, but when I did I felt a sharp pain in my temple, like the bursting of a blood vessel. "Please, Sky..."

"Oh stop fighting it, Caitlin," she said. "It just makes it harder. Although I DO enjoy the struggle." She inched a bit closed on the table. "Now, do you have something to show me?"

"No no no," I shook my head, but my body screamed in defiance. But maybe I do! Oh, maybe if I did she'd be happy with me and smile and that would be amazing, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it be amazing to make her happy? To just give in and do it? To OBEY...?

"Caitlin, look at me," she said.

This woman, so much younger than me, devouring me...

Slowly, painstakingly, I lifted my eyes to meet hers.

"I know you're scared," she said. "It's okay... I really had to reach deep inside you to pull this out. It's what is best for you, Caitlin – I know. Let me turn you on to a world you haven't even dreamed of." She smiled, and the kind, gentle smile was back. "So, do you have something you want to show me?"

I swallowed and shrugged and shook my head and looked around and waited...

And then, against every fucking inclination of my being – I nodded very slowly.

"Someone will see," I whispered.

"It's fine," Sky said. "I know the owner and that's why we're back here. It's safe. Go ahead."

Don't you do it!!

But I did – my God I did! I certainly struggled with it, but each time I thought of doing what she wanted, of pleasing her and making her happy, my body warmed and relaxed. It was an amazing sensation and totally foreign to me. Suddenly the world around me – MY world – slipped peacefully away. I realized, I guess on some level, that I was trapped in this woman's strange, hypnotic pull, but I was helpless to fight it.




Erasing Caitlin



Slowly, with my eyes still caught, my hands lifted and... and I... took the top of my dress and lowered it, my bra included. I lowered these items, these barriers to protect my vanity, until my boobs just sort of plopped out. I'm not large-chested (I'm only a B or C cup) but they just sort of plopped out, my nipples erect. They just sort of plopped out and hung there, the dress and bra bunched up beneath them. I looked down at myself, shocked to see what I'd done, but when I looked back at up Sky, she was smiling gently.

"Ohh, they're wonderful, honey," she said. "Let's just enjoy our meal. You can leave them out like that." 

And so we did...

We ate our meal, which was wonderful, and sipped wine as we talked. And all the while my breasts were exposed, even to the waitress (who merely smiled at me) and I did nothing to stop this madness. I learned more about Sky – who she was, a bit about her past – and I found myself opening up and telling her everything she wanted to know about me. I even blushed and laughed casually at times, sipping my wine – all while my breasts were completely exposed. And yet, it felt strangely okay... almost natural. We talked about my job, and the stress and headache that went into it. We talked about her class at school and how she came to be in education. But on some level I did detect the tone when we discussed the stressful situations I encountered at work.

"Oh, that line of work is way too stressful for you," Sky said, studying me, those eyes piercing like razor blades. "Way too stressful..."

I understood – in a hazy fog – what she was saying and I didn't agree with her, but... It's not too stressful! It's not! I can do it! ... 

"Don't you think it's too stressful for you?" She asked.

I sort of half-babbled, half-giggled, like a child, and managed a shrug.

"I guess... I don't know... I usually do well, but... maybe, I think..."

She laughed good-naturedly and smiled.

"Oh Caitlin, you're so dumb," she said, smiling and shaking her head. But she also leaned in closer to me, studying my reaction across the table. "Aren't you, honey? You're so dumb...."

Again I was caught. I had brought my fork up to my lips to nibble a piece of shrimp, but her gaze caught me. I was spinning out of control and wished- on some level I wished – I could leave here. Jesus, just to escape her terrible grip... Do not agree with her! But my eyes were swept away – swept away and captured – and I found myself nodding slowly. Incredibly, I even smiled a little. 

"Tell me, Caitlin," she said gently. "Tell me how dumb you are."

"I'm... I'm so dumb," I said, barely above a whisper. "I'm so dumb..."

"Are you stupid?"

I swallowed.

"I... I am stupid."

"You can't think for yourself, can you?"

I shook my head slowly from side-to-side. "No, I... I can't think for myself..."

"And you're job is too stressful."

I nodded: "My job is too stressful."

"Good girl," she reached across the table and patted my hand gently as I sat there, my breasts hanging out. In a minute the waitress brought a dessert (that I hadn't asked for.) It was a piece of chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and she slid it down in front of me before silently walking away. My emotions were too off-kilter to even think of continuing to eat and I was like a puppet with Sky controlling the strings. She continued to transfix me.

"Caitlin, show me how dumb you are," she said. "Smash your face in that cake."

I looked up at her, blinking in fright. But I couldn't move – I just remained there, looking so incredibly ridiculous. My tits poking out of my dress and the chocolate cake right there.... I looked down at it.

"Go ahead," Sky coaxed. "Put your face right in there, Caitlin. You know you want too. Smash it right down in there real good."

I blinked and sighed, a sigh that came out a slight whimper, but saw the cake getting closer.

"There we go..." She said.

I could smell the aroma of the frosting now and the restaurant just sort of drifted away. Everything did... The cake just crept closer and I could feel her eyes on me.

"Put it right in there..."

And I did. Oh my, I did! I pressed my face into the cool frosting and closed my eyes, smushing my nose and face into it. Sky reached across the held my hair out of the way, but I moved my face back and forth, up and down, smearing the dessert on my forehead, my chin, my cheeks. She was causing me to humiliate myself, to reveal her true power over me, and there was simply nothing I could do to fight her now. "Rub it around in there real good," she said. "Get your whole face all covered." I wanted to please her, to make her happy with me, and I pressed and I squirmed and I rubbed until I had made a terrible mess of everything. When I was done I sat there, my head facing down, aghast and humiliated.

"Such a dumb girl, Caitlin," she said.

And I nodded: "So dumb..."

But we stayed like that. She ate her dinner and sipped her wine, and I sat across from her, my face covered in chocolate frosting and chunks of cake, and my breasts sticking out for everyone to see, my nipples rock hard in my morbid excitement. There was no turning back from Sky's ownership of me, and I knew it – from out of nowhere she had come, and she had devoured me, stopped me dead in my tracks.

After dinner she reached out and took my hand.

"Go wash up, dumb girl," she said. "You've had enough for tonight."

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Chapter III 

My world was dissolving around me.

Concentrating at work was becoming more and more difficult, as it seemed each time my mind tried wrapping itself around a project or problem, my head began to ache. A dull throb formed behind my eyes whenever I tried to maneuver my way through a complex court issue, and each report I worked on or paper I filed brought only more and more pain. It was like the simple act of thinking, of thinking, was bringing me misery. Sky had invaded all of my thoughts, of course. Images of what I had done in the restaurant were constantly running through my head, like on a highlight reel, and yet only when thinking of HER did my headache ebb. Jesus, it was like I really WAS becoming dumb – slowly but surely, finding myself unable to think because it just hurt too much. It was so much better, it felt so much better, to think of Sky. To just picture her face...

Finally, unable to even function in the office, I feigned the flu and went home.

Once there, however, nothing was better.

It was like I had a fever, and Sky's presence – her mere voice – was the antidote. Even thinking of her – that smooth skin, those radiant eyes and that wildly pink hair – caused my heart to relax. On some level, of course, I knew that I had been drugged. It was quite simple, really, to grasp that. Somehow, perhaps through some skin contact or aerosol, or... she had drugged me. There was no explanation, because... because what I was feeling defied who I was – or did it? I was so confused, so messed up inside...  

Around eight o'clock that night, after sitting in my apartment and going over the events in my head again and again, I could take it no longer. I called Sky.

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We met in a comfortable, small bar (one with plenty of shadows and flickering candlelight) near my apartment. I hadn't told her why I needed to see her – I'd simply asked for her to meet me and, albeit slightly to my surprise, she agreed. I thought – and maybe it was just my imagination – but I thought I could detect the slightest crack in her voice, as if she were on the verge of laughter but determined to hold it in check.

I mentally prepared myself as best I could to speak with her, but found it surprising that my headache disappeared the minute she slid into the seat opposite me. As if her very presence was my elixir.

When we got settled (she drank a rum and Coke and I settled for strictly ice water with lemon) I placed my hands palm down on the table top and took a deep breath. I was going to make this direct and quick. This was my chance to take control of my life again and put this bizarre encounter with her behind me. She wore jeans this time, loose fitting and nice, with sandals and a light green t-shirt with 'Mello Yello' on the front. That pink hair remained silky and vibrant. I wonder if she would let me touch it, and... NO!

"Sky, I don't..." I tried to find words to explain this. "What's happened with me? What have you done to me? Whatever it is, I'd like you to reverse it or change it back... Please... I really need you to make me right again."

Sky leaned in closer across the table, instantly causing me to lean back in strange fright.

"I'm not going to bite, Caitlin," she said. "And I'm not going to change anything."

"But..."

"I FOUND you," she snapped at me, her voice firm and unyielding. "Out of all the people I saw at that reception and even those before and after, I found YOU. I settled on YOU! Don't you see how special that makes you? You became my target. I will not reverse anything, Caitlin. You are now mine. Your soul, your body, your mind – all mine. And I will not – I will not – let you go." Then she sat back and crossed her arms, smiling smugly at me.

"But..." 

"Stop resisting it, Caitlin," she said with a dismissing tone. "I swear, I don't understand the desire to fight what you know – deep down inside- is what is best for you."

"Which is...?"

"Which is belonging to me...!" Sky looked across the table with a gaze so powerful, so intense, it caused me to audibly whimper. "I'll lay it out for you very slowly and very simply, because in time your ability to think for yourself will begin to dissolve. Little everyday things you do now will become harder and harder, Caitlin. You will forget how to exist, because your sole purpose in life will be to obey and worship me. Am I making sense yet? Am I getting through? I have decided YOU will belong to ME."

Stunned.... Stunned.... Stunned....

I swallowed, but my mouth was terribly dry. I wanted to speak, but couldn't open my mouth.

"Let it sink in, Caitlin," Sky said, teasing me. "Take a few minutes to let it digest."

I looked at the table in front of me, then to the rest of the pub, to the other guests. My fingers were trembling and my body was on fire. This was spinning wildly out of control and I couldn't stop it! All my energy had dissipated just at the site of her and to hear this! This was my world falling apart... I couldn't let this happen! Could I...?

"Ohhh Caitlin..." She teased. "Are you still with me?"

She was slinking lower at the table, trying to look across and peer into me. 

Hesitantly, I lifted my eyes to look at her...

... and everything slipped away...

Oh, I can't explain it! The moment my eyes lifted and looked into hers, my stress and nervousness, my angst and trembling, all sort of melted. I was instantly calmed, instantly carried to another place, and the sensation was exhilarating. There are no words to describe it. She must have seen the look on my face, because she smiled then, and this brought a fresh wave of comfort to me. I am a straight woman – I've never had lesbian tendencies or thoughts – but on some level of my existence I knew I was being swept away by this strange person.

"There you are," she said. "See? It's going to be okay now, honey."

I felt myself nod slowly.

"I'm so scared," I whispered, my voice soft and so terribly vulnerable – so foreign to my ears. " I am soooo scared..."

"Just let that go," Sky said, and her hand slid across the table and took mine – the touch warm and electric. "Let all that fear go, honey. Fall into ME now – fall into me."

I closed my eyes as my head rocked gently.

"There you go," she cooed.

I collected myself, breathing easily in and out, poofing out little bursts of air to steady my nerves.

"Good girl," she said. "Now I want you to take your purse and cell phone and wait outside for me by the dumpster. I will be there in just a moment."

On some level it occurred to me this couldn't be good. Why on earth did she want me to go outside? And why would she want me to wait by the dumpster? Yet I gathered my things, my head down like a shy little demented puppy, and scurried out of the pub.

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I waited in the cool night air of the parking lot for seemed an eternity, fighting a terrible battle with myself. From where I stood, near the dumpster, I could see my vehicle farther off in the parking lot. Go get in that damn car and get out of here! A part of my mind screamed this over and over again. When a few people entered the club, they eyed me a little strangely – this apparently normal woman standing out near the dumpster at the back of a club. Yet I couldn't make myself move away. I couldn't make my legs carry me across the lot to my car, which was so close and yet hopelessly out of reach. 

In a few minutes the door opened and Sky came out. 

She had a smile on her face – a peaceful smile – and walked right up to me.

"Sorry I kept you waiting, love," she said. "But I'm here now."

I simply looked at her, frozen.

Finally, I was able to form words: "What's going to happen to me now?"

And this is how far I had fallen... In a matter of days – complete helplessness in the face of this strange woman. 

"First you're going to take your clothes off, honey," Sky said. "Go ahead..." And when I hesitated and whimpered, she frowned. "Oh Caitlin, we are SO far beyond that, aren't we?" 

To my shock and surprise, I actually giggled and somehow nodded.

And when she smiled at this, my heart soared...

My fumbling fingers, already shaking and flighty, moved to the waistband of my jeans, which I unbuttoned quickly while sliding my sandals off. Sky watched me calmly. I slid my jeans open and down my thighs, aware of her eyes on me, but the snowball was rolling downhill so quickly now and I couldn't stop it and...

"You can leave the panties on," she said. "They're cute."

I wore a pair of light green, silk thong panties, and I stood only in those as I stepped out of my jeans. The jeans I folded and held them out to her and...

"In the dumpster," she said simply. "Go ahead, Caitlin. Throw them away. Be a good girl."

I looked at her, frozen for a moment.

"Throw them away...?"

"Yes dear," she said gently. "You won't be needing them anymore. Now hurry, you'll catch cold."

I blinked and swallowed, blinked and swallowed, but my betraying hands moved to the dumpster and I tossed my pants inside. 

While I did this, she was going through my purse and picking certain items out to look at. Some she threw in the dumpster, other things she put back in the purse.

"Your shirt and bra, too," Sky said. "Go on."

There was no resisting now, and my shirt and bra were next, slipped off and tossed into the dumpster. Most of the items from my purse she discarded into the trash, but some she left in my purse.

"I'll keep these," she said. "I'll need these to access to some of this stuff as I erase you, Caitlin. Your car will be towed in the morning." She turned and walked away from me, and I meekly followed. I could feel the chilly air on my body, my little butt cheeks jiggling as I walked in my sandals (that I'd put back on at her request.) There was a white Audi R-4, sparkingly expensive and brand new, in the lot, and she used a remote to open the trunk. She then stood next to it, holding it open.

"Come on, honey, get in."

I stood near it, looking into the lit compartment. There was a pillow in there and a comforter, arranged as sort of a bed. I leaned and peaked in, seeing also that there was a small window cut into the backseat, so anyone in the trunk could see into the rest of the vehicle.

Blinked and swallowed... blinked and swallowed...

"It's okay, Caitlin," she said, surprisingly gently. "Get in the trunk."

I whimpered, audible and loud, standing there mostly naked, my arms covering my exposed breasts. 

"Caitlin, you are mine now," Sky said. "From the moment I saw you at the reception, you were mine. Don't fight it, honey. Get in the trunk."

And I didn't...

My God, I didn't...

I blushed and melted when she touched my face with her fingertips, and I lifted my leg and managed to eased myself into the trunk. Once in there she helped me ruffle the blanket and pillow so I'd be relatively comfortable.

I lay down on my side, looking up at her like a puppy.

She reached in and stroked my cheek again. 

"I will take care of you, honey," she said. "I've waited so long for someone just like you. You don't know how excited I was when I saw you that night... All of your needs will be met, Caitlin. Relax and give in to my ownership of you."

I looked at her, my eyes tearing, and nodded.

Slowly, she closed the trunk.

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