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"Seduction is a series of little victories, won by finesse and woven in meticulous persistence. I could be the wild and ravishing storm, all flashes and thunder, the kind that leaves you quivering and helplessly overwhelmed. But such brash intensity diminishes far too quickly and is easily replaced by surreptitious shame. In the wrong hands, shame can be the nemesis of seduction. But with the lasso of time, I can reign in your shame and use its energies to supplement my purpose. My seduction is far more subtle, the storm that rolls slowly over the hills, the gentle rains that caress over the plains of your psyche, drenching you before you have the time or inclination to gaze up questioningly at the sky. Drop by drop, whatever it takes to have you gently break. So I can weave you back together closer to me, binding you so tightly to set you free. And with it I can smile, with the gentlest hint of pride, to know I took my sweet time to make you truly Mine...."
Dr Taylor's personal journal, Seduction's Whispers.
Dr Suzanne Taylor leaned back in her dark leather office chair and exhaled long and slow, as if letting out all the pent up stresses of the day. She kept quite a busy daily schedule, not only with her lecturing of psychology but also providing some much needed counselling to students on campus when time permitted. She gazed out towards the view outside, the glass and steel building construction affording a panoramic view of the campus and surrounding mountain ranges, the Autumn season adding strokes of new colour to the inspiring tableau. The change in season often put her in a contemplative mood, compelling her to take stock of where she had been and whether things were proceeding as planned.
Her friends and family had largely sceptical reactions when she first floated the idea of leaving a private psychology practice in the UK to travel thousands of miles away to the southernmost tip of Africa to join the world of teaching and academia instead. She remembered a similar moment, gazing out the window to a far different scene back then, knowing she needed a change, to take a risk to rescue her from feelings of stagnation and drudgery. The move was not without its challenges but she had found a new place to call home, with her keen mind and hard work earning her a place of prestige amongst the faculty members. She had earned the title of professor in record time, giving her a sense of progression and accomplishment that was missing in her former life.
She had just one appointment scheduled for the rest of the day, and it was quite a special one. She glanced towards the door for a moment, even though it was opaque and no one could see into her office, as if to double check the coast was clear before sliding open one of the lower drawers of her desk. Her long, perfectly manicured fingernails searched for a little notch to open the false bottom and retrieve a flattish unmarked wooden box. The rosewood scent instantly brought back so many fond memories as she opened it, peering at the two little sealed glass vials inside. They held what looked like a creamy liquid, with a string and tag attached to the cap. The tags had cryptic descriptions on them, phrases that only she understood, the first reading "A Tiger by the Tail" and the second, "A Tortoise Coaxed from his Shell". They each summarised a deep relationship she had formed with special boys from her past, the vials containing a sample of their semen, a memento of their essence as a treasured keepsake from times long passed. She did not form deep relationships often, taking a special set of circumstances and qualities to be deemed worthy of her time. She tapped a fingernail against one of the vials, half smiling as she wondered if he could be her next special conquest, this sweet Suveer who had caught her attention and was expected to enter her office at any moment.
Her fingertip gently toyed with the tag string as she pondered over the meaning of that word, "conquest". That essence in those vials signified that she had succeeded with that goal with those select few, on levels that few imagined and fewer would be brave enough to attempt. Dr Taylor discovered her natural power over the male species quite young. She was known as just "Suzie" by her friends back then, many of whom got to witness her early blooming prowess first hand. Suzie was not always perfectly confident about her looks but it was her blessings in the bosom department that set her apart from other girls at the time and which few women could naturally compete with even now as an adult. Her breasts were simply exquisite, naturally full but not to the point of being disproportionate to her waist and overall figure. Their shape had a slight lower fullness to an otherwise alluring roundness with quite an alert perkiness despite their large size. Her dusky pink nipples were wonderfully proportioned as well and her aureoles were not large as is often common for breasts of her size. She had the kind of bosom depicted in mythical tales of Goddesses and female heroes, the kind that could be immortalised in marble to inspire eyes and minds for generations to come.
Suzie had noticed the change in behaviour in those around here as she started to blossom into adolescence, some gazes drawn with fleeting admiration, some with thinly veiled jealousy, sometimes a combination of both. But she soon found that Nature had blessed her with a formidable power, one she could use to inspire kinship with other girls and various forms of control over boys if wielded correctly. Suzie had always been an intelligent girl with a naturally keen curiosity, but hormones had seemed to focus all those gifts into a singular topic that became a borderline obsession: penises. While it was expected that most girls would develop a natural curiosity towards the opposite sex, for Suzie it was an almost insatiable need to know more about the defining organ of the male physique. Through it, she became not just knowledgeable, but a true connoisseur of that curious appendage that seemed to define the ego and behaviour of males in so many fascinating ways.
Even from an adolescent age, Suzie had a natural knack for seeing through the veils and masks that people wore and discovering the secret truths that drove their thoughts and behaviour. She used this knowledge and her cunning and seductive charm to devise a means of seeing the penis of almost every boy in her classes. With some it was a carefully orchestrated lunch time game of "show me yours and I'll show you mine", with a seemingly fortuitous interruption after sufficient examination with his pants around his ankles, that compelled her to leave before the time came to show anything of hers. She made sure to allow enough time to use the little measuring tape roll in her pocket to record his intimate dimensions, always leaving a little cleavage on display to make sure she got his fully engorged length in time before her planned interruption allowed her an early escape. With others who were more confident, she managed to make a medical survey sound legitimate enough to allow her fleeting access to boys' locker rooms after sports practise. The information she sought was most easily obtained from the select few boys she dated, her measuring tape time being a prerequisite for any intimacy with her.
From all the boys she examined though, she had the deepest fondness for the shy ones. Perhaps it was their blushing and hesitant reactions or their helpless awkwardness at being around a girl who they considered out of their league. Or perhaps it was the additional challenge of knowing she would need both patience and cunning to have them bare their deepest secrets to her. She always felt a deeper sense of accomplishment when her natural magic prevailed over them and she could examine their intimate areas at leisure, often being the first girl allowed to do so. The shy boys tended to be lesser endowed than their more confident counterparts as well, something she discovered she found endearing. She would never be a Size Queen in the conventional sense, but relished the idea of being a reverse size queen instead, presiding over her kingdom of little willy boys who worshipped her willingly for her ability to make them feel cherished and loved and confident about the way they were made.
She kept a careful record of every boys' initials and their penis sizes in one of her notebook margins, using a secret shorthand which she shared with many of the girls in class. Her talent for getting boys to expose their intimate areas to her earned her a nickname amongst her class girl admirers, "Suzie the Snake Charmer" and they relished the feeling of power it gave them to interact with boys in class while knowing their intimate dimensions. Suzie noted quite a marked change in the behaviour of many boys after they had exposed themselves or been exposed to her, both ego and angst seeming to diminish in equal measure. The more she learned, the more she wanted to discover, the more parallels and correlations she wanted to draw. Perhaps it was that first foray into the realms of human behaviour and its myriad of drivers and triggers that inspired her interest in the field of psychology and formalising her seemingly natural mastery over influencing the desires and developments of others.
Her reminiscing reverie was interrupted by the hollow sound of little knuckles rapping at the glass door to her office. Her features softened into a gentle smile while she felt a soft flutter of excitement in the pit of her tummy, knowing her special last patient of the day had arrived. She took a moment to compose herself, smoothing her long, painted fingernails down her pencil skirt, her legs crossed elegantly and her arms folded.
Her polished accent directed towards the door, "Come in, please."
Suveer had a somewhat obsequious habit of first peeking inside a doorway, as if to make sure he was not interrupting, before entering a room completely. Suzie found it endearing though and motioned him inside with a beckoning tilt of her head, her shoulder-length blonde hair worn up with a silver hair clip that day. Her intelligent blue-green eyes watched him carefully as he set down his teenage-mutant-ninja-turtle-green backpack against the wall and moved towards the seat across from hers, dressed in his regular everyday blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the slogan "Find a Way or Fade Away" in grey fading lettering.
