Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) Page 4

  Directly in front of me was a steep staircase.

  "Go up the stairs," he said.

  I ascended it, using the wall for support. There was no rail. At the top was an open doorway on the left. I walked through it and found myself in a large room. It was completely empty.

  Three sides of the room were very old fake wood paneling. The fourth wall was a large glass window that looked out over Davis Square. There was another door exactly opposite the one through which I entered. There was no light except for the streetlights from outside.

  Strange, I must have walked past this window a thousand times but I never noticed it up here on the second floor. I could see Hennigan’s Landing and Lindy C’s across the way. I could see the “OE'S” of Mad Joe’s coffeehouse on the left.

  In the center of the room was another table, much like the one in the house. I felt an odd combination of fear and anticipation when I saw what was on it.

  Right smack dab there in the center of the table was a big pink dildo… with balls. Next to it was a headpiece with bright red feathers and a golden mask, like what a noblewoman would wear to a Renaissance-era masquerade ball.

  "Close the door behind you and walk over to the table," he said. His voice had become softer, more gentle. Yet very much still in command.

  I did as I was told.

  "Now," he said, "put on the headdress."

  "Yes, mentor," I said.

  I fumbled with it a bit, trying not to dislodge the Bluetooth earpiece.

  "Very good," he said.

  Shit, he can see me! Where the fuck is he?

  "Now pick up the dildo and walk to the window."

  "Yes, mentor."

  I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I put my purse on the table and put my left hand around the base of the dildo. About eight inches long and two around, I'd guess. Translucent. It jiggled at my touch. My palms were sweaty so I made sure I grabbed it tight as I walked to the window.

  As I got closer, I realized how open to the street this window really is. Shit, the whole world can see me up here. But just like I always did, they walked with eyes ahead not looking up. At least there was no light on me. The light from the street was scattered and not too bright. Plus, from the street I bet there are reflections on the window. Maybe nobody would even be able to see me from the street.

  "Now I want to ask you a question," he said. "And I want an honest answer."

  "Yes, mentor," I said.

  "Do you like my voice?"

  "Yes, mentor."

  "Does my voice make your pussy wet?"

  "Yes, mentor", I said. The yes came out like a groan. I felt the world beginning to slip away again. It was like I stood on the precipice of a cliff overlooking eternity, alone with his sound gently caressing me with its dark musky tone.

  "Is your pussy wet now?"

  "Yes, mentor."

  More than wet, actually. I had a river going on down there. Being so out of control in a strange place at the behest of an unknown man was enough to arouse me. But standing in an open window in front of the world with a dildo sent my cunt into the stratosphere.

  "Good," he said. "You will earn release tonight. But only at my command. Now, lift your skirt and show me how wet your hot pussy is."

  I hesitated.

  "Mentor," I said, "may I ask a question?"

  "Yes."

  "Where are you?"

  "That is none of your concern at the moment. I am nearby. And as I'm sure you're wondering, yes I can see you. But you haven't passed the three-step application process yet. This is what will fully confirm you as my student."

  I thought of tear-off slips eight and nine. Did he talk to them already? Did he bring them here? Did they run screaming like I should probably do? Did they do what they were told? Did I get here ahead of them?

  Whatever. Didn't matter. I'm here. And goddammit, I'm going to pass this test with flying colors!

  "Now, lift up your skirt and pull your panties down to just below your knees."

  I'm glad I went with the thong. I reached down and did as told.

  "Now bunch your skirt in front and lift it up to expose your wet pussy to the world."

  As I did so, I felt a sense of true freedom wash over me. Fuck Professor Sanders. This is true liberation!

  I felt droplets of my wetness creating rivulets down my inner thighs. People drifted by on the street, just feet below me. While the in-control part of me was glad that nobody was noticing this, a darker part of me deep inside wanted to shout at them, "Hey! Look at my pussy!"

  "Very good," he said. "Now turn around, bend over, and show me your ass."

  "Yes, mentor."

  I made sure I got my ass as close to the glass as I could get.

  "Spread your cheeks with your hands."

  I bent down further so my flipped-up skirt rested on my back, then pulled my ass cheeks apart.

  "Very nice," he said.

  "Thank you, mentor."

  "Do you enjoy anal sex?"

  "No, mentor."

  "Why?"

  "It just hurts."

  "So you've tried it?"

  "Yes, but it just hurt. My boyfriend was never really into it anyway."

  "There is great pleasure in your ass, but tonight we need to address your inhibitions. That is the purpose of Step Three of the application process. Now stand up and turn around."

  As I did so, I noticed a guy on the street smoking and looking up at me. Not a guy, just a kid really. Looked like a freshman. He became visibly nervous when I caught him looking at me and walked off.

  God, I've never been so turned on in my entire life. I felt like more of a sexual being than ever before. Losing my virginity, fucking two football players at the same time, making love to Jake... none of it was as empowering and exciting as this.

  "Now another question," he said, "are you good at sucking cock?"

  I almost said Hell yeah! but remembered my training.

  "Yes, mentor."

  "Show me how good you are. Use the toy."

  I raised the dildo to my mouth and held the fake balls right under my chin. I tried to guess where he is. Maybe across the street. Then I began licking the base of the big fake penis with a huge smile on my face directed at the spot where I supposed him to be.

  "Very good," he said. "very very good. I'm proud of you, Number Seven. Now I will allow you to play with your pussy while you continue to show me how good of a cocksucker you are. But remember, you may not come until I tell you to."

  My fears had subsided, fully replaced with a vibrant sense of pure life. It was like being drunk and high at the same time, only better. All I wanted to do was please this man with this incredible voice. A man I had never met.

  With my right hand, I reached down and found my engorged folds now dripping with intensity. I rubbed my labia up and down, my clit already hard and ready to blow.

  With my left hand and my mouth, I began to put on quite a show. I rubbed my body with my right, hand dancing and swaying my hips while I made love to the dildo with my mouth.

  I playfully licked it all the way up to its head, then did rapid tongue-flicks all the way back down to the base. I sucked the balls, one at a time and then both.

  Then I took the dildo into my mouth, deep-throating about seven of its eight inches. I sucked with passion, keeping my eye on the spot across the street I had picked in my mind as his location.

  I worked myself into a frenzy of sensual dancing. I had to be careful with my pussy because I didn't want to come without permission.

  "Stroke your pussy harder," he said.

  "Yes, mentor", I said after a slurp on the cock.

  "You cannot come until I tell you so. It doesn't matter how hard you rub yourself. Your pussy is now under my control. Go ahead and try to come."

  I did as I was told and within seconds realized the truth of his statement. I brought myself to the edge of orgasm, flicking the head of my clit like I always do. But I couldn't get it to come. It just held t
here.

  "Try harder to make yourself come. You will only be able to come if you please that cock. Make sure you're sucking it well."

  God, I was in heaven! I went into some kind of state of pleasure that wasn't quite an orgasm but a constant full-body vibration that emanated from my center all the way to my fingertips and toes.

  Without warning, I was hit with a bright pink spotlight that lit up the entire room from somewhere across the street. It took a second to fully apprehend the situation.

  I looked down. A small crowd had gathered. Mostly guys, but a few girls too. Some were drunk. A couple were cheering me.

  "Do not stop! Do not slow down! Keep trying to make yourself come! If you stop, you will lose your spot in training and you won't get the release you so desperately need."

  I was no longer flesh and blood. I was made of sex. In that moment, I sucked on the fake cock like I had never sucked on a cock before. I had two fingers inside me, fucking myself in front of about twenty strangers. Two were recording me with their cellphones.

  I rode the edge like that for what seemed like a thousand years. I felt like I could go for a thousand more.

  "You are such a good girl," he said. "Come for me now."

  Never before had such beautiful words been said to me.

  I exploded in a frenzy of gyrating bliss. I screamed as I popped the dildo out of my mouth and fell to my knees, closer to my new fans. I felt myself tighten up and release, tighten up and release, tighten up and release. I threw my head back and screamed "Oh, God!"

  The crowd below erupted in cheers. The guys applauded while the girls just stood there staring at me.

  I felt like a pool of viscous fluid, melting down into the cheap wall-to-wall carpet on my knees. I was shaking, not from fear but from an incredible physical delight of which I didn't know I was capable.

  Then I saw them.

  Cops. Coming up behind the crowd, batons in hand, dispersing the people.

  Fear set in. Shit, this can go very bad for me. No TV station is going to hire a meteorologist who puts on live sex shows with a dildo while wearing a feather mask in an open public window.

  Abruptly I was in darkness. The spotlight was out. I pulled up my thong.

  "I won't let anything happen to you, Meghan," he said. "I will lead you out of this. But you must remain calm and do as I say. Don't go out the same door you came in. Turn around and put the mask on the table."

  I ripped the mask off and the Bluetooth earpiece fell to the floor.

  "Shit!" I said as I scrambled back toward the window where it had landed. I scooped it up, noticing two cops moving fast toward the door I entered from the street.

  I got the earpiece back in.

  "Be calm," he said. "Take your purse off the table and go to the other door, on the other side of the room from where you came."

  As I did, I heard the cops coming up the stairs shouting, "Police!"

  I opened the other door and went through it.

  "Lock it behind you," he said.

  It had a giant old-fashioned iron bolt that ran the entire width of the door. I slipped the heavy piece of metal into its equally strong wall bolt.

  I turned around. I was in a storage room of some kind. A long black woman's coat with a white scarf hung on a hook. Other than that, there was nothing in the tiny room but a ladder that went up into darkness.

  "Put the coat on and climb the ladder," he said.

  The police were now banging on the bolted door.

  I threw the coat on and climbed up the ladder. I saw nothing for a few seconds but soon found myself pushing open an old wooden latch door that opened onto the roof of the building. I climbed up and out.

  "Walk over to the roof of the other building," he said.

  I looked around me confused but then saw what he was talking about. The apartment building behind this one on the next street over was exactly the same height and only about a foot away. There was a four-story drop but it was easy to walk over to the other building.

  "Go to the black door," he said.

  Sure enough, there was a black door, propped open by a newspaper. I went through and let it slam shut behind me.

  I was at the top of a steep wraparound stairwell. In the center was an ancient dumb waiter hanging from a frayed rope. At least two inches of dust sat on top of it.

  "Go down the stairs all the way to the first floor," he said.

  I swiftly descended and found myself in pitch blackness as I got to the first floor.

  "I know it's dark," he said. "Just trust me. Feel along the left wall for the second door. Not the first. The second."

  "Mm-hmm," I said.

  "Now open it slightly and look through the crack. Tell me what you see."

  I opened the door about an inch.

  "There's an entryway with mailboxes," I said.

  "Is there anybody there?"

  "No."

  "Then walk through the lobby and out the front door onto the street. Walk like you live there and you're going out for a stroll."

  I took a deep breath, went through the door, and into the lobby of the apartment building. At just that moment, a man was coming up the steps with his little dog.

  Shit.

  He looked up and saw me. He just smiled and held the door for me.

  "Thank you," I said.

  "You're welcome," he said as he went inside and I tried to walk as normally as possible down the side street.

  "Very good," said the voice. "You're now home free. Just go home. Nobody saw your face. And Meghan..."

  "Yes, mentor?" I said.

  "Welcome to submission training. You've been accepted into the program."

  I heard a click as the line went dead.

  A giddy happy high wrapped itself around me. I smiled, practically giggling.

  I could have taken a right and headed toward my apartment but I felt stronger and more powerful than I had in years so I decided to take a chance.

  I went left and came out on Elm Street where two police cruisers had showed up. There was still a small crowd, but not as large as before, gathered beneath the window where I had stood.

  I moved up behind a guy holding a girl's hand as they watched the police searching the room on the second floor. I saw the pink dildo sitting upright on the table.

  "What's going on?" I said in as innocent a tone as I could muster.

  "Some girl put on a sex show," the guy said.

  "Really?"

  "Yeah," said the girl, "she had a giant..." She laughed and couldn't finish her sentence.

  "A big pink dildo," her boyfriend said. "She was sucking it and getting herself off with her other hand."

  "No way!" I said. "Did they arrest her?"

  "I don't know. She seems to have disappeared."

  I turned and my heart sunk. Two cops were walking directly toward me. Fuck, I should have just kept walking home.

  I was about to run when one cop shouted, "Okay, folks, she's gone! Nothing to see here! Move along! Go enjoy your evening. Let's go! Come on now!"

  The guy and girl drifted away to my right. I smiled at the two cops and walked right past them, on up Elm Street toward my apartment.

  Controlled by His Voice 2

  Chapter 1

  "She did what?" said the voice of the guy at the table behind me.

  "She sucked a big pink dildo and played with herself right there in the window," said the female voice of his friend.

  I put my hand up to my head and sunk lower in my chair, trying to create a private cloaked world between my laptop and my large coffee.

  "No fucking way!"

  "Yeah, and she really got into it. I mean she really got into it if you know what I mean."

  "Ha ha. Wow, I wish I had been there to see it."

  I tried focusing on my laptop but all I could do was read the same sentence over and over again.

  "Was it part of some performance art class or something?" said the guy.

  "I don't think so," said
the girl. "Although she was wearing one of those feathered masks like a fairy princess would wear."

  "Just standing there in the window fingering her cooch and sucking a fake cock?"

  "Yes."

  "Was she good-looking?"

  "Well, like I said, you couldn't see the face but yeah she looked hot."

  I smiled and sipped my coffee.

  "Funny thing is," said the girl, "I think I know her."

  The world seemed to clamp down on me like a vise. My breathing stopped. Shit. I put my coffee down. My hand shook.

  "You recognized her?" said the guy.

  "Well, I'm not sure but I think so," said the girl. "I think it's this girl in my psychology class. She did a project last semester about how people react to nudity so it's right up her alley to do this."

  "No pun intended, right?"

  They both erupted into laughter. I felt the world loosen its throathold on me and I breathed again. She thinks it's someone else.

  I felt a heat coming out all around me. I must be red. And I'm wearing a turtleneck sweater. Fuck. Just focus on your laptop, Meghan. Maybe nobody will notice.

  I took out my iPhone. Maybe I should text Dan to meet somewhere else.

  There was another text message from Jake. Shit, I've been ignoring him. I thought about sending a reply but just then Dan walked in and I put my phone away.

  Today Dan sported a shiny gray jacket, designer shades, a black T-shirt, jeans, and combat boots. Mr. Style.

  He waved and went to the counter, got a coffee, and plopped down on the chair next to me.

  "What up, sis?" he said. "What's with the Bluetooth?"

  I touched the earpiece with my left hand. In a fit of shame, I tried taking it off this morning. But I couldn't.

  "Hey," I said. "Oh, it's nothing. Just... uh... something I'm trying."

  "Are you okay? You look a little flushed."

  "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

  "So did you hear that some girl put on a sex show in a window across the street last night?"

  I took another sip of my coffee, trying to look as normal as possible.

  "I heard something about it," I said.

  "There's a video of it on PornTube. Fucking hot. Now that's a girl who knows how to suck cock."