Another Piece of Controlled Flesh
Intense power radiates through my body toward my
commitment to the person I must please, Who I desire to please more than
anyone or anything, that person ENCHANTRESS ALISA. I fully realize, with
great honor that my very existence centers around her pleasure, and
pleasing her is my great desire. It is the strength of her presence with
a glow which emanates from her body. The strength, the warmth, the
feeling of her hypnotic power which captures the mind and cradles the
heart and will of the body like a deep feather bed. All I have belongs
to her, albeit my mind, body,will, and my exquisite member which once
was my penis now belongs to her. The Enchantress Alisa.
I was skeptical when I first met the Enchantress. Her
appearance with dark red hair cascading well past her shoulders down her
magnificent body with full-round breasts. Her soft, sienna brown eyes look
so very lovely, very alluring and very hypnotic. Her demeanor seemed
pleasant, fresh, almost girlish to an extent with an aura of innocence
that captivates interest, male or female, and an insatiable need to know
more.
From the moment she talked to me, standing on her
draw-bridge clad in a soft, brown leather corset, I could feel a steady
and gradual softening of my will, and my resistance to anything the
Enchantress suggested, or spoke of. Her brown eyes sparkled as she took
me by the hand and led me across the drawbridge to her domain, to her
portal, the cortex of the mind. She began speaking to me in a soft, but
authorative tone as she led me down the 13 stairs to her portal. I
virtually floated behind the Enchantress as we descended further and
further down, down into her portal. Down each step to the bottom where
my world then went blank and dark. Thus began my obedience and desire to
please the Enchantress, which will last forever.
As it seems I were floating away upon her soft,
confident voice, I realized I had no secrets I could keep from her.
Knowing my secrets, that I could tell no one else, pleased her. I then
revealed them to her without hesitation or any resistance whatsoever.
As my eyes opened, I discovered myself in the presence
of a man, introduced to me by my Enchantress as Steve. Looking, similar
to me, Steve, as I, stood naked before each other and the exotic
Enchantress Alisa. The Enchantress then spoke to us both in a very
natural way, knowing somehow and some way through her hypnotic power
that it was the desire of both of us to be one day with another man, not
to turn gay, bi-sexual or anything of the sort, but rather to one time
feel a man's roughness against me, his hardness, the male sweat without
having to harness in my mind the stigmatism and/or embarassment that
goes along with it.
Knowing this, the Enchantress seemed to know just how
to proceed. She assured each of us that she was compelling and ordering
us both to do this at her will which, of course, was both of our wills,
our wills to please the Enchantress who controlled everything about us.
At her very command our arms and hands began to rise.
They ascended from our sides slowly outward and upward into the air and
above our heads as if tied to balloons. They continued to rise to the
point we both stood helpless on our tippy-toes before our Enchantress.
I feared the inevitable which was to come next. For a
long time, I have had a tickle fetish. I am very ticklish, was tickled
by my aunt to the point of peeing my pants at age 12. The
Enchantress not only knew this, she somehow knew my aunt's name. She
then stated, "Now Scott, your arms are above your head and you will
not be able to lower them, at all, for any reason; any reason
whatsoever." "Also, you will be unable to move, turn away, or
run, while I play 'Aunt Helen' on you!" At that point, before it
could all sink in, Enchantress Alisa placed her slender fingers tappered
immaculately with bright red polish on my belly, my sides, my neck and
finally, yes-ooooohhhhh hoooooo hoooooo haaaaaaah, MY
ARMPITS. The Enchantress didn't merely stroke my underarm hair like many
would do; rather, she wriggled her fingers deep to the' pittiest' depths
wiggling them quickly, then slowly then much much faster sending me into
instant stages of uproarous, uncontrollable and hysterical laughter. My
feet began to dance a quick "cha-cha" on the floor as I could
not move or lower my arms to resist or defend myself. I continued, for
what seemed like hours to sueel like a pig, peeling paint from her
walls, laughing, giggling, coughing
laughing and laughing at the mercy of her slender
fingers and tactile sense of humor. Eventually I felt my legs weaken,
and my body started sinking downward. The Enchantress continued me on
this downward path with my legs giving way telling me to sink down
deeper and deeper. Giggling my last few breaths away as she continued to
tickle me mercilessly. Suddenly my knees touched the floor and again, my
mind went blank and my world darkened.
Moments later, I awoke to the words of the
Enchantress, but my world was still dark as I was blindfolded, still on
my knees, with my hands bound behind my back. Evidently she had done the
same to Steve whom I thought I heard nearby. The Enchantress then spoke
to us both, "Now Gentlemen, is there anything you would like to say
to your Enchantress?" Both of us, in perfect unison, as if
rehearsed for years, stated, "My heart, body, mind and will belong
to the Enchantress Alisa who owns and controls my every will whim and
pleasure. For it is her pleasure that is ultimately my pleasure. "
I desire to please the Enchantress, stay erect and full for her at all
times."
The Enchantress, seemingly proud of our statements,
removed our blindfolds, but left our hands bound on our knees. The
Enchantress then asked, "Now flesh, who owns and controls your
pleasure?" "You do, Enchantress," was our reply. She then
stated, "Very good , now who owns and controls your cocks?" "You do, Enchantress," came again. "Whose
cocks are they really, slaves?" "Yours Enchantress."
"Very good , pets," She continued in her soft, innocent voice,
"I want you to remember that anything you might think and do at the
will of your Enchantress is OK, just fine: there is no embarassment,
only comfort to know you are pleasing your Enchantress."
"Your will and any thoughts to resist have been
hypnotized and tickled away from you by the Enchantress Alisa."
"Now is that clear Boys," asked the Enchantress. "Yes
Enchantress Alisa," came our monotonous reply.
Her soft voice turned slight to the authorative as she
then softened the lighting to candles, stepped back, and spoke to us
both," All right boys, I want you both to listen to my voice and
only the sound of my voice, nothing else will distract or disturb you
from my voice. My voice which you both love to listen to, and need to
listen to to feel so relaxed, so very, very relaxed." "Now
Scott," she continued, " I want you to focus your eyes on
Steve's cock, and Steve, on Scott's:"
"Realize they are indeed my cocks,
slaves, my cocks to control. Both of you just stare at them for a
moment and don't look away, you don't want to look away, just look at
the cock and listen to my voice, only my voice, look and listen, look
and listen, look and listen."
It was truly an experience to merely stare at another
male organ, to notice it and compare it with your own without stigma or
fear. So many different things to notice. I first noticed that Steve's
was similar to mine. In a flaccid state, which we were both in , his
appeared to be longer, while mine appeared thicker. Like mine, his head
is circumscized , shaft contains different color tones, and a medium
amount of pubic hair. The scrotum, interestingly enough, hung low, low
beneath the head of his penis with his testicles outlined. They actually
gave the appearance of a Robin's eggs!
The Enchantress then continued, "Now
slaves, as you
continue to listen to my voice and stare at my cocks, I am going to be
your teacher for a moment." I am actually going to explain to you
what must and actually does happen enabling a cock to become
erect." "First'" she said, "Either by stimuli or
some unusual body motion, the brain signals for increased amounts of
blood to flow into the tissues and capillaries of the penis."
"For it is this very flow of blood that causes the tissues to
stiffen, become tense, as the muscles in the penis, once dormant, now
come to life in a powerful way. With my voice as your
stimuli, the blood will soon be flowing into these capillaries."
"As you continue to stare and listen to my voice, just
stare and listen, stare and listen and it will continue to happen,
fuller, harder, stiffer, more ERECT will become the cock. Stare
and listen, just stare and listennnn...............
." said The Enchantress.
As she continued, we continued. her voice and her
eloquence were dominating, amazing, and truly enchanting. Comparable
perhaps to a snake charmer, with her voice being his flute, and our
(her)cocks being the snakes: just rising and rising to the music of
the flute, or the very sound of her voice. Without assistance from his
hand or anyone else's, watching Steve's penis grow from a soft to erect
state was as amazing as a baby bird pecking out of his own egg. Contrary
to what I and probably many others has thought all along, it does not
simply spring up and into a full erection like a rocket launch, rather
it first grows, then slowly builds; oscillating back and forth as it
grows. Very hypnotic in itself. This is precisely what Steve's did. On
the voice of the Enchantress, it steadily began to grow, at first just
puffing out from the head and the shaft. They became more pronounced,
and soon veins and tiny blood vessels, once invisible, now appeared.
As this continued, Steve's penis then began to grow
downward, not yet upward, and the scrotum began to shrink. How ironic, I
thought, that the scrotum shrinks as the penis stiffens. Fairly
proportionally I might add. When it reached its further point of
downward growth, the muscles begin to 'twitch' and spasm rather
involuntarily causing the head to oscillate back and forth, sometimes up
then down, then back and forth. As the blood continued to fill the veins
and capillaries, the head continued to swing back and forth. Just as if
someone were holding a pocket watch in front of my eyes and letting it
sway back and forth.
Of course our Enchantress noticed this and began to
verbalize with her hypnotic aid, saying, "That's right scott, See
steve's cock and steve see scott's sway back and forth, back and forth
as they become fully erect." "You both cannot look away, don't
want to look away, listen to my voice'" said the Enchantress.
"The harder they get, the more purple the heads become, they are
throbbing, pulsating, growing and growing and growing to the point they
can no longer grow but only throb and pulsate." "As they
continue to grow, so does each of your lust for the other's penis.
The harder, the bigger, the thicker, the more and more you
want it." At that point, Steve's penis and mine to as I felt it, grew to
the point they could not no longer grow. So aroused to almost cause
pain. Nonetheless, the penises stood full mast, and had stood up to
salute their owner and controller, ENCHANTRESS ALISA.
Seemingly proud,. Our Enchantress stepped up, flashed
an approving glance at both of her cocks, and said, "Very good
flesh, now who controls your cocks?" "You Enchantress"
was our reply.
"Whose cocks are they?" Asked the
Enchantress, "Yours Enchantress," We said again.
At that point, my world again darkened and went blank.
I later awakened. This time in complete amazement ro discover my hands,
now unbound were wrapped around Steve's shoulders an his were around
mine. Further, we had been bound to each other by plastic food wrapping
which was wrapped and wrapped around our bodies. We were very closely
bound, could readily feel the sweat of the other, the hairy chest, the
shoulders, the hips, legs, and of course, each other's penis.
Both cocks, still in their fully erect state, were
throbbing and pressed against the other. Pressing as if to 'Saber Dual'
We each poked with it thrust with it, hoping to gain some advantage with
our swords, which were hard and extended grandly from our bodies. At the
command of our Enchantress we began to kiss each other; deeply,
passionately, suck each other's tongues while our hands massaged and
squeezed the others nipples. At that point, our Enchantress reached down
and began to tickle both of our feet. Her tickling fingers as skillful
on the feat as the rest of the body,
had both of us squirming and writhing in intense
laughter as well as pleasure. As shivers of laughter and pleasure went
up and down the length of my spine, through my buttocks, and into my
testicles, I was more than ready to explode. Suddenly, on que with
command from our enchantress, Steve and I both erupted and came
powerfully: I myself dumping 8-spurts of cum onto him and him onto me.
Thus, sticking us together further. At her coaxing, we then both begged
Enchantress Alisa to release us from the wrapping which she eventually
did.
After releasing us both. Enchantress Alisa ordered us
into a '69' position which we quickly did.
At her command, we each began to hungrily and almost
desperately suck on the others cock, a first for us both. Licking and
Sucking, sucking and licking Steve's penis into almost instant growth.
At that time, I felt it, The Enchantress had gotten by
me and again began tickling my left foot and right underarm with her
skillful fingers. "Tickle, Tickle, Tickle" she said as she
then ordered me to continue to suck Steves' cock which was by now
causing me to gag and choke from the uproarous laughter. I kept laughing
hysterically, squirming, wrestling this cock around as I held it in my
mouth. My cock, now also fully erect, soon sprang from Steve's mouth and
thumped against my abdomen like a pedal stick hitting a base-drum. The
Enchantress stopped tickling me, commanded Steve to reinsert my cock
into his mouth. Then again tickled both our arm pits. We both again
began to laugh hysterically, but kept the other's throbbing penis in our
mouths. The Enchantress then ordered us both to cum on her 3-count which
we both did in each others mouths. As it was the 2nd time we both came
in a few minutes, it was not overwhelming to swallow.
