Author's note:
There will be both verbal and non-verbal communication in this chapter. Note the conventions I already mentioned in the introduction. Verbal communication will be indicated with "", as normal. Non-verbal with - -. With non-verbal communication there is an implicit power exchange. The character in bold is the more dominant one, the character in italics the more submissive one. This chapter will add a third character, both bold and italics, an indication of being in the middle of the power dynamic. Hopefully the markings will make it easy to understand what is taking place.
Jessie stood in the kitchen, finishing off her beer, staring at the little leather book sitting on the table.
The book had created intense feelings inside of her that she had never before felt in her life. Since she started a physical relationship with Tom, she'd desperately wanted to feel even a small portion of the desire that was currently pressing into her and making her almost mad with lust.
Her nipples were still hard as stone, pressing almost painfully against her bra. Her panties felt so wet that it almost seemed as though she had wet herself. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily as she stared at the object that had created this lustful response within her.
How was it possible that a simple book could do this to her?
She was nearly certain that it couldn't be a psychosomatic response. She hadn't known anything about the existence of this book as she stood next to the bin and felt the heat of it calling to her. She couldn't have made up this response to an object she'd never even knew existed, could she?
Even as she stood there, staring at the book, she could feel its heat calling to her. She had, of course, read The Odyssey when living with Gramps. In that moment she suddenly was quite aware of what it must have felt like when passing The Sirens. Her desire to answer the call of the book was nearly palpable.
The thought didn't even enter into her head to take the desire burning into her and drag Tom into the bedroom to finally feel what it was like to really make love to him. She could only feel the draw of the book, creating a burning heat between her legs as it called to her.
When she finished her beer, she sat it down and went back to the table and picked up the book. Once again it seemed to her as though she was holding a large, throbbing cock in her hand instead of an ancient leather bound book. The desire to explore this cock was intense, nearly overpowering to her. She felt herself succumb to it with nearly no resistance.
"I'm feeling a little tired," she said to Tom as she made her way towards the bedroom, trying to shield his view of the book (
cock!
) she held in her hand. "I think I'm going to lay down and take a nap."
He was sitting on the couch with his laptop, meaning he was probably writing code while the game was on in the background. That meant he was probably just distracted enough to not notice that she felt almost drunk with desire.
"Sure thing," he said, barely looking up from the computer, as she suspected. "Don't sleep too long, or you'll be too groggy to have fun tonight."
"Yeah, I know." She looked at the clock. "I still have about three hours though, right?"
"Yeah, although we have to go by the bakery on the way to pick up the cake I ordered."
"Ok," she said, "I'll set a timer on my phone to leave me with plenty of time to get ready."
She ducked into the room and closed and quietly locked the door behind her. She hoped that Tom would be too involved in his sports to come check on her, but figured she could lie and say she must have accidentally locked the door if he asked.
She sat the book on the bed and then quickly pulled the t-shirt out of her jeans and in one smooth motion pulled it over her head and off, tossing it onto the floor by the side of the bed. Her bra soon followed. She laid down on her back on the bed, picked up the book and then pressed it into her bare breasts.
She found herself transported into another room which seemed impossibly large. She could see a stone wall behind her and rows of stone columns leading away from her, but the lighting was very dim and she could not see either a ceiling or any other walls. She found herself squatting in front of what appeared to be a makeshift mattress on the floor. On either side of the mattress there were small tables carved of stone. These held small stone bowls which appeared to be filled with a dark liquid which was being burned to produce the only light in the room.
What struck her immediately were the sounds she could hear all around her. There were women's voices, many of them, making sounds associated with pleasures of the flesh. She could see figures moving at the edges of the light, but could not make out any details. However, she instinctively knew what was happening based on the earlier vision she had. She had been transported into a circle of pleasure surrounding some sort of altar. There had been many women joined in a circle, all of them naked. They alternated between lying on their backs and being on their hands and knees so that the circle was joined and every woman was simultaneously pleasuring someone else and being pleasured. At first, she had been one of the women, on her back, a woman kneeling over her and feeding Jessie her pussy while another woman was between Jessie's legs, giving her incredible pleasure.
She recognized that these were the women that had been in the circle, and they were, at that very moment, pleasuring each other yet again.
She heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see a figure emerge from the darkness to come and stand in front of her. He was naked, and his uncircumcised manhood was turgid and sticking out in front of him, seeming to defy gravity as it pointed up towards the invisible ceiling.
She recognized that penis!
Cock!
She recognized that cock, she corrected herself, it looked exactly like the cock she could see in her mind when she touched the outside of the book with her hand.
It seemed impossible that it could be pointing upwards as it appeared at least 3 or 4 inches longer than the one penis she was used to, and considerably thicker as well. The man's skin was smooth and dark, almost the color of milk chocolate. Muscles rippled all over his body which appeared devoid of any fat. His face somehow looked familiar to her, but she could not place where she would have seen it before. He wore a goatee which was neatly trimmed and seemed out of place for someone who clearly came from a time long before there would be any razors.
-My child, you have come to me-
His voice was deep and resonating, but his lips didn't move as he spoke. The words came directly into her mind. She instinctively recognized his power over her.
-yes, master-
Her reply came from her mind as well, rather than her speaking it. She hadn't intended to use the word master at the end of her response, but found herself unable to stop from adding the honorific. She somehow knew that she must defer to him.
"I have waited long for this day," he said to her, speaking in a deep baritone voice this time.
"As have I master," she replied.
She had no idea why she answered in that way. This experience was entirely new to her in every way, so she didn't see how she could have possibly waited for this day for a long time.
"Ahura, my child, you have become so beautiful"
She looked down at her body to find herself completely naked. Her breasts matched his cock in their ability to defy gravity, and her nipples stood out at attention, harder than she had ever seen them. She could just make out her labia down below which she could see were engorged and very damp with her arousal, just visible although surrounded by her fiery red pubic hair. For the first time in her life, she realized that she was, indeed, very beautiful.
-i am nothing compared to your magnificence master-
The words came into her mind as an unspoken response to his words without her even thinking about them. She noted, as she looked at him, that his body was magnificent in every way. She had never thought about a man being physically beautiful before, but in that moment she felt a deep physical attraction for the first time.
"Nonsense, child. You have greatly underestimated the power of your beauty. Nations have fallen in pursuit of beauty far inferior to yours."
-thank you for such a gracious compliment, kind master-
