In
DAY DREAM
BELIEVER
By
sstudent_uk
She sits across from me legs crossed in a very sexy manner, my
eyes wander all over her, from ankles to those amazing thighs, then upwards to
those gorgeous mounds encased within that sexy red outfit then back down to...
"Ahem", she
coughs, "I'm up here." Glancing up she is giving me an very
disapproving look. "You really just can't help yourself can you? I mean,
You are just obsessed with - my legs," she says raising a red boot under
nose giving me a flash of inner thigh. "And then my thighs," she says
running a hand seductively along one. "Then my breasts! You are really
obsessed with those, and just can't keep your hands off them. You're so
bad!" She holds up a hand as I try to respond. "You really need to
listen to what I have to say," she states firmly. Because I've just about
had enough."
I nod in understanding, and she reaches across and picks up the
cup and takes a sip of her coffee.
"Look, I really
love our play, I really do, and being Your fantasy Wonder Woman well, that is
just amazing. But, you've really got to stop keep having me drop through those
trap doors and living out all your Fausta fantasies! It's quite evident what a
huge turn on it is for you. Very evident that I keep falling through the trap
door over and over!" She pauses for
moment and I can see a distant look in her eyes. "My whole body is
beginning to hurt!" She continues. "My legs hurt!" She says
wincing and rubbing her right leg. "My back hurts, my arse hurts,"
she says sitting up shoving her sexy backside in my face and rubs it. "My
whole body hurts because you just won't give me a break! And then," she
says waving a finger under my nose. "You constantly chloroform me. Always
slowly, smothering me with that sweet smelling gauze pad rendering helpless
over and over! Don't think for a second I haven't noticed how much that turns
you on! I can feel your hard - bulge swelling, even throbbing against my back
as you drug me with that, that horrible drug! Then you are feeling up my
breasts, I'm so weak that I am unable to resist, you know it turns me on. Then,
you make me tell you the secrets of my powers by forcing me with my lasso of
truth! But that's still not enough for you is it? Oh no. Now, you are not just
drugging and fondling me, you make me do other things too.The times when you
make me touch myself and again using my lasso make me tell you how good it
feels; then make me touch myself until I come! Controlling how long I take,
denying me the need to orgasm. It's just too much!"
I sit quietly as she continues. Enjoying her moans and the quite
apparent contradictions. 'Oh please, please don't throw me in the Bria patch!'
"But that still
isn't enough for you is it? Because now you've started using those vibrating
wands on me! Those, Hitachi wands that I have absolutely no resistance against;
particularly, when you have me so groggy and weak from the chloroform; you make
me come over and over.Taking perverse pleasure in it. And to make things worse
you record! Record it to broadcast to the world on You Tube! I'm a super
heroine, with a reputation to protect, you can't just use me as, as your
drugged, sexual play thing, and then broadcast it for all to see! I won't stand
for it." I nod as she continues. "You're just obsessed with, with
making me suffer! If I'm not wrapped in chains or, even chained up spread eagle
on the cold floor of a prison cell, I'm bound, gagged and stuffed in the trunk
of a car. Or being kept groggy with an oxygen mask pumping me full of sleepy
gas as you remove my costume slowly, whilst exploring every inch of my body.
You, you know how to press all my buttons, to make me aroused and become, so
wet, it's just got to stop."
I remain silent as she continues to berate me, but the more I
listen, the more I can't help but think: "The lady Doth Protest too
Much!"
"And then,"
she continues. There was that time you had me tied up with my lasso, I couldn't
break free and you made me tell you how much I secretly wanted to be dominated
by a man, unfastened my top and exposed my breasts and started to fondle me!
Your hands were - so - so warm on my
body as you started to feel up my full breasts! I just couldn't help myself, my
nipples got so hard at your touch, they ached! Then, you made me admit I was
getting so very wet at your touch!" She stops for a moment her fingers start
twirling her hair and her face is lit up in a glow of pleasure at the thoughts
going through her mind. "But," she states breaking the train of
thought, "but, I'm, I'm distracting myself. You need to stop treating me
like this. I'm not going to play with you anymore if you are going to be so, so
disrespectful. I don't mind our games, but you take them too far. You're just
obsessed! Obsessed with making me your - your drugged, sexual play thing, and
it has to stop, It has to stop! Or I'm not playing with you anymore!"
I nod and mumble an apology, I admit to getting carried away
with the fantasies, I'm a red blooded male after all and she - is a gorgeous
super heroine. I can't help myself if my subconscious is kinky and Wonder Woman
is my ultimate sexual fantasy woman, one that I want to keep as my captive
super sex slave, it's just the way it is. Sorry about that.
"You're bad boy,
you really are," she purrs "I love our play but, you need to dial it
back. You're getting way, too carried away." She takes another sip of her
coffee. "I am glad we had the chance to discuss this though, I really am.
And that you realise that there are limits, even with fantasy women. I want to
be everything you want me to be, but you have to understand I have limits too."
I mumble another apology, she stands up and proceeds to leave...
Staggers for a moment, then looks at me suspiciously.
"What have you
done?" I say nothing but simply glance at her coffee cup. "The
coffee!" She exclaims, "You drugged my coffee! Hasn't anything I've
said gotten through, you, you?" She staggers then her knees buckle and she
falls to the floor. Her breasts heave as she tries to fight the drug.
"Wha, what have you done to me?" She says in almost a whisper,
"you just have to have me helpless don't you? Have me drugged in some
form." I sit silently, watching her writhe helplessly on the carpet, a
large swelling begins between my legs. "I, can feel the drug working
through my body, I -- can't... Feel, feel so weak." She manages to raise her
head. "You, just love, seeing me so helpless don't you? Drugged for your
pleasure." Her head falls back, her eyes flutter and slowly close and then
she is still. Just the slow deep breathing, the rising and falling of her
amazing breasts mesmerise me.
She awakens slowly
laid out spread eagle on the carpet her wrists and ankles are tied with ropes.
Still weak she turns her head to each wrist. "What? What have you
done?" She demands. "You've tied me up! You silly boy. Do you
honestly think these ropes will hold me? I'll break out of them in
seconds." As good as her word she tries to do so gives a few futile tugs
then realises to her horror that she is still to weak, even with her magic belt
still on her. "I will break free of these ropes in a moment so don't think
you're going to do anything to me, nothing dirty, or, or sexual! I, I won't
stand for it." She says tugging at the ropes, still weak. Her head falls
back and her eyes flutter and close for a moment. Then she awakens with a
start. She looks around frantically. "Where, where are you?" She
shouts out then, upon seeing me, glances at the ropes. "Now untie me and
nothing more will be said but if you've got some evil intentions for me, I warn
you, I won't be happy, I'm not playing."
I produce a small brown bottle and a surgical mask then give her
an evil grin. "What, what is that in that bottle? It better not
be..." I nod cutting her off in mid sentence. "No! No! You mustn't,
it's not right I told you I'm not playing with you anymore." She starts to
try to break the ropes but again she is still to weak! I kneel beside her and
place the surgical mask over her mouth and nose attaching the little elastic
hooks over each ear. Then picking up the little brown bottle unscrew the lid
producing a little plastic eye dropper.
"No!" She
cries through the mask, "not this game! Not the chloroform drops game! You
know I have no resistance to that drug!" I smile at her placing a drop on
the mask just over her mouth and below her nose. There is a faint sweet sickly
smell. Wonder Woman shakes her head. "No not this game!" I then pull
out an object from my pocket her eyes widen in shock. "No! Not the Hitachi
wand, you know I can't resist them either!"
It starts to buzz as I turn it on and gently place it between
her legs, then place another drop on the mask. I feel myself becoming very hard
now, she can't fight the combined assault of being slowly weakened and relaxed
by each drop of chloroform - and the constant assault of pleasure from the
wand. In no time time at all she will be my groggy, gyrating, totally malleable
sexual plaything.
But then -- that's what Fantasy Wonder Women are for!