Deep-TrancesTM -- Contest 2003 Entry
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"You
need to relax," she said. Her
voice was a combination of amused and exasperated.
"I
can't," I reply, "This is my single most intense fantasy.
I've never found anyone who could or would see it through with me, so
forgive me if I'm a little excited."
We're
sitting in the living room of her small apartment.
No one else is home, and the only sound is the low drone of traffic in
the distance. The room is decorated
in warm colors, and the sofa is soft and very comfortable.
She, a bright-eyed redhead I knew from my childhood, put her hand over
mine and looked me in the eye.
"I
know. But listen, you can trust me.
I know all the little things that turn you on. I know how much you want to try every one.
Just sit back, relax, and know that we'll get to enjoy every one,
ok?" She sounded so reasonable
that I DID relax. I closed my eyes,
and she continued the induction. I
must admit, I had to get past what her voice did to me.
She had one of those small, angelic, and yet overtly sexual voices.
Exciting in and of itself. Somehow,
however, I concentrated solely on her words, and found myself for the first time
drifting in this comfortable place. She
pulled me back gradually, and when I heard her snap her fingers, my eyes opened
just as suddenly.
"Welcome
back," she said with a smile on her face, and mischief in her eyes.
"Thanks. How long was I out?"
"How
long do you think you were out?"
"Five,
maybe ten minutes?"
She
nodded her head, proud of her self. "Nice."
"So?
How long WAS I out?"
"Over
half an hour. You said I should try
and get you used to the whole trance thing before we tried anything that might
disturb it, but I think you're trance-able enough right now."
"Really?"
I was stunned. And delighted.
"Yeah. So... Do you
want to try again?" she seemed almost shy this time, although we were both
pretty excited about what I had thought up in my only slightly perverted
imagination.
"Hell
yeah," I insisted, and closed my eyes again, this time with an excited grin
on my face. Again her voice took me
back to that comfortable place, and again, my eyes snapped open with the sound
of her fingers. I grinned at her.
"How long?"
"About
20 minutes. I learned some
interesting things about you." Her
grin just plain scared me.
"Like
what?"
"Sleepytime,
D," she said, and snapped her fingers.
Out like a light I was. And
again, though no apparent time had passed, my eyes opened to the sound of her
fingers' snap. This time she
grinned at me.
"What?"
I asked.
"Oh,
nothing. I'm just curious if it
worked, is all."
"If
what worked?"
"My
little list of instructions. A few
of them are automatic, but most of them have triggers."
My
heart started to beat loudly in my chest. She
glanced down at my body; at my crotch, to be specific.
She licked her lips. I
gasped at the unexpected sensation of her tongue on the underside of my shaft. She looked up at me, with wide eyes and a surprised, yet
delighted, expression on her face.
"You
felt that?"
"YES!" I had scooted back in my seat, trying to avoid her
unavoidable ministration. "And
how!"
She
grinned evilly, and simply said, "Good."
She looked down again, and this time slowly ran her tongue in a circle
'round her lips. The head of my
cock felt every inch of her tongue as it circled the head.
I gripped the arms of the couch and moaned quietly, reveling in the
sensation.
She
giggled, and pulled herself out of her seat, and plops down close to me on the
couch.
"That's
not all I did," she said, her grin widening.
I was too excited to be afraid, though had I been thinking clearly, I may
have been a bit more cautious.
"Ok,
what else did you do?"
"Freeze,
D."
The
moment she said the word, I could not move my body.
My head was still free to turn in every direction, and I could still
talk, but from my neck down, I was completely locked in my current posture.
"Ok,
now I feel vulnerable," I said with a smirk.
"You
don't have any idea yet," she replied, her mouth rather close to my ear.
She leaned in closer and whispered, "Level 5, D."
My
eyes widened and I sucked in breath. My
entire body had increased in sensitivity. I
could feel the fabric of my shirt against my nipples, could feel the air against
my skin at my neck and face. I
could feel the loose fitting boxers wrapped around my shaft and resting against
my scrotum. I was suddenly very
glad that I couldn't move. I'm not
quite sure I could have taken it. Every
nerve ending felt not only raw, but super-sexually charged.
My breath was now coming in shallow gasps.
Then my awareness was taken over by the sensation of her fingernails on
my thigh. They were lightly dragging over my jeans, but the sensations
were incredible. My eyes stayed
locked on her hand, on her red-painted nails that were driving me crazy.
"That's
amazing," I gasped.
"The
level goes up to 10. You're at five
now. Can't you just imagine if
I..." Her voice trailed off as our eyes met.
Her mouth opened, and her tongue peeked out to again travel the length of
her lips. I gasped again, this time
the sensation was so acutely intensified, I can honestly say I've never felt
anything even remotely similar, and my clothes were still on!
"This
*gasp* is the most amazing thing *gasp* I've ever experienced!" I stammered
out. She laughed a warm laugh, and
brought her mouth to my ear.
"Sleepytime,
D."
This
time when I opened my eyes to her fingersnap, I found myself completely naked
and spread eagle on my bed, immobile, of course.
She was sitting between my legs, and she was dressed only in her bright
red bra and bikini panties. Looking
down, I could see my dick was fairly limp.
"Wow. That was forward," I commented in as casual a voice as I
could manage. "I didn't expect
things would go here so quickly."
"Well
you're not the only one with fantasies here.
I want to try something that's a little combination of what you've always
wanted and what I've been thinking about lately," she said.
I
raised an eyebrow at this. "Oh?
And what would those things be?"
I
never should have asked.
"Level
4, D," she said, and instantly my body sensitivity increased, as before,
only to a slightly less fever-pitch. She
put her hands on the bed and brought her face close to my manhood.
She pursed her lips and gently kissed the underside.
The pleasure went through me like an electric shock, and I was amazed at
how fast I began to grow. She ran
her hands up and down my thighs and chills danced up my spine.
I began to breathe deeply and rapidly.
"Ready?"
was all she asked.
"For
what?" I replied.
"Level
9, D."
I
froze. I trembled.
Every fiber of my being was focused on magnifying the most minute of
sensations. The very air currents
in the room were tickling my cock, by far the most sensitive part of my body,
almost driving me to laugh out loud. The
bed below me felt like sand paper against my back.
The redhead who put me in this situation moved marginally close to my
straining manhood and did nothing more than blow a gentle stream of air that
traveled from base to tip. To me,
however, I felt as if I'd been on the edge of orgasm for hours, and she was
running a thousand feathers from one end of my cock to the other.
I
would have screamed out, but my clenched teeth held it back.
Finally she relented, and I lay there, gasping.
"No
more. Please! *gasp* I
can't take any more!"
"Oh,
but D, you HAVE to! That's MY
fantasy!"
With
those words, he mouth enclosed around me, and her head bobbed once down and back
up off my cock. I tell you
truthfully, I had an orgasm, but at the same time, I didn't.
The feelings were so intense, and she stopped so quickly, it felt as if I
peaked, but I didn't. The
sensations didn't die as they do with an orgasm.
They just held me there, feeling the intense pleasure, but not the rush
of climax. I lay there trembling,
as she spoke soothingly to me, her lips an inch from the purplish head so as to
continually torment me with her breath.
"I've
turned off your ability to orgasm. I
want to force you to take more than you can stand.
I'll let you cum, but not yet, cuz that would end the fun." As she said "fun", she drew out the beginning of
the word, tickling me further. I
was beyond coherent thought, however, because she had again wrapped her
exquisite lips around me and was bobbing her head very quickly. My breathing was so erratic I felt as if I were in
convulsions. My muscles flailed,
only to snap back into place by her previous post-hypnotic suggestion.
Eventually,
she relented, pulling her lips from my shaft and crawling up my body, but not
before gently licking one nipple, eliciting an altogether new gasp from me. Her lips again to my ear, tickling maddeningly:
"You
may cum, but only after I've stroked you three times.
When I do, you won't stop cumming until I stop stroking."
She
crawled back down my body, and held her face just above the engorged organ.
She looked up at me, smiled, opened her mouth, and as slowly as I'd ever
seen her move, torturously sank her mouth over my cock.
I felt every bump of her tongue drag across me then.
She pulled up as slowly, her tongue swinging left and right.
I think I began to experience a touch-sense hallucination, because my
dick felt three feet long and all of my focus was directed toward it's
sensations.
Her
second stroke was devastatingly fast. She
shot her head down and back up. My
back arched and I DID scream then, followed by continued gasping.
Her
third stroke began as the first had, excruciatingly slowly moving down the
shaft, her tongue always active against it.
When she brought her lips back up, however, she did so quickly and
forcefully, and did not stop. Her head began bobbing again as it had at first, as if trying
to force the pleasure out of my body.
It
worked.
I
began to orgasm from the second her head shot up, but she absolutely drove me
crazy by stroking me so fast. My
body was out of control, and I was definitely peaking.
I needed her to stop, but couldn't do a thing to stop her, and finally
ended up blacking out from the sheer intensity of the situation, but not before
experiencing a three-minute-long orgasm that will never be matched in my life
again.
...
To be continued