All Under Control Ch 05

[Author's note: this is the first of a series of story crossovers as story arcs begin to entwine - see https://literotica.com/s/oxygen-games-ch-02]

Mina told me to pick her up from work. I had the car, and I'd packed her little suitcase in the back. She'd told me not to open it, so I was reduced to weighing it in my grasp. It felt light. I was a couple of blocks away from her office building so I dialled her number as I waited at the lights.

"Hi Mina," I said, "Calling on approach as instructed."

"Hi Cam," said the cute voice on the other end. I could tell from her tone that she was excited.

"Where should I pull in?"

"There's a space just after the bus stop, I'll be over there."

"Which bus stop?"

"The one with the blonde in front. She's in a blue dress."

I smiled. "Because men use landmarks like bars and blondes for navigation?"

"Deny it, go on."

I laughed and replied, "Yeah. I see her. I'll pull in just after."

The blonde was standing by the bus stop with her back to me, exactly as described, obviously waiting for her ride. I had a moment to admire the way her blue dress clung to her shapely body, her long legs in three-inch heels. Whoever she was waiting for was a lucky man. I pulled up to the kerb just past her.

"Found the blonde," I said. "No sign of you though. Where are you?"

"Right here," said a voice.

I turned, and the sexy blonde woman was leaning into my passenger-side window, elbows on the door, smiling.

"Mina?" I exclaimed, dumbfounded.

"Hi Cam," the woman said, "Remember me?"

My mouth opened and closed a couple of times.

"I went blonde."

I stared into her lovely grey-blue eyes, conscious of the view directly down her cleavage. She had positioned herself to give me the full show. The collar was missing from her neck.

"Blonde. Uh, you went very blonde," I managed to say at last.

Mina smiled, the same smile that she always did, but now framed by long platinum-blonde hair. "I thought you deserved an upgrade," she said.

I was conscious of how she'd posed herself, leaning over to my window, the gorgeous curve of her bottom on display, the hem of her dress rising up as she bent to show the golden skin of her toned legs. Her eyes settled on my crotch.

"I see you like."

I glanced down. She was right: my jeans were already tightening as the blood rushed into my manhood.

"Mina, please. Get in. It's a no parking zone."

She chuckled and opened the car door.

"Babe, we could park here all day and not get a ticket."

She swung one shapely leg into the car and settled onto the seat. Making sure I was watching, she swung her other leg in, pressing her knees together and wriggling to get comfortable. The hem of her dress rose up her thighs.

"I'm sure I could convince them to make an exception," she said, resting her hand on my leg, "Just this once."

Her eyes never left mine as she slid her hand up my thigh to my crotch.

"Are you driving," she asked, "Or are you just staring?"

I swallowed and tore my gaze away from her. I pulled out into traffic. Mina's hand remained in position, lightly cupping the tip of my swollen cock through my jeans.

"I can't wait to get there," she said, breezily, "Getting out of the city on a Friday can be hell on earth. Traffic can be so frustrating." I felt her hand give me a little squeeze.

It was clear that our denial games had taught her a few things: now it was her turn to torture me all the way to our destination.

"Did you recognise me?" Mina asked as we threaded our way through the rush hour.

"No," I admitted.

"But you saw the blonde, right?"

I was silent for a moment, and she gave me a little squeeze to prompt me.

"Yes," I replied.

"Tell me something Cam, did it cross your mind as you passed by?"

"Did what?"

"What it would be like to get her into bed?"

I stole a quick look at my girlfriend. She was watching my expression earnestly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, stalling, trying to see where this was going.

"Did it cross your mind how it would feel to fuck her?"

"No." Another squeeze. I was painfully erect now. "Yes," I relented.

"Ah Cam. Cheating on your poor, sex-starved, under-the-thumb girlfriend."

Her tone was disapproving, but I could feel her thumb brushing the head of my cock through the denim. Amid my confusion, I felt the softness of her lips on my neck.

"She never needs to know," the voice whispered in my ear. I could feel her breath against my neck.

"She's the one who wants to be in denial. You shouldn't have to miss out," the voice continued.

"That hot blonde you met in the bar. If you wanted to take her away for the weekend, tell your girlfriend that you have to go away for work, then you should be able to."

I felt fingers tug at the zip of my jeans, my cock being freed of its confines. Soft lips kissed my neck again as her fingers encircled my shaft.

"But I know you don't like lying, especially to her."

I waited for Mina to continue, enjoying the feeling of her hand around me, but puzzled as to where she was going with all this. All I knew is that this was part of a larger plan, that once again we were living in her fantasy.

"I think we should come clean, don't you? We should film us in the hot tub and send it back to poor, desperate, denied Mina to watch as she sits on her own at home while we play."

Again, the soft kiss on my neck, the gentle stroking of my cock.

"Let her watch her man satisfying a hot blonde that he'd only just met, and all she can do is watch. She might learn a thing or two, about how a real woman would make use of her boyfriend's wonderful cock."

It all began to make sense. The transformation of her look, the new dress, it was all part of the plan. She wanted me to video it too, so she could play it over whenever she wanted to. It was filling a need that I had never suspected was in her, until now. I knew that she was waiting for me to take the bait, feed the fantasy.

"Yeah," I began. "I told her that my boss needs me to watch the development for the weekend until the handover. We're going to have the run of the place until then."

The lips were against my earlobe now. I could feel hot breath against my skin.

"Mina has no idea where it is," I continued, "So even after I post her the video she can't come and find me."

"She won't be able to stop it," she breathed, "She'll have no choice but to sit alone all weekend as you send her updates of you satisfying someone else."

My hand strayed to her silky-smooth thigh.

"Your poor girlfriend in chastity."

A thought occurred to me. "I don't even know your name."

"I don't have to have a name," she laughed, then kissed me again before saying, "But you can call me Bree."

"Nice to meet you Bree," I replied, as my hand ventured up the inside of her thigh, "I gotta warn you, though, my girlfriend's left me with blue balls."

"I can take it, baby. I'm here for whatever you want, all weekend."

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We made it to Sanctuary Point an hour later, pulling up the long gravel driveway to the reception area. I got out first, eager to make sure no-one was around, leaving Mina (or was it Bree?) in the car. The last thing I needed was to find some of the guys still on site as I arrived with a leggy blonde in tow. My boss would kill me.

The Spa was high-end, a luxury retreat for couples and executives to unwind and reconnect. My boss had sunk millions of his family's money into it, branching out from office fit-out company his father had started into the leisure market. He was only a few years older than me, but his father had made sure he'd been able to hit the ground running.

The location overlooked the lake, facing west so that from any one of the private spa rooms, you could watch sunset over the water as you luxuriated in your own marble hot tub. My job for the weekend was to make sure that everything stayed in place and in working order for the signing-off of the build on Monday morning. My boss hadn't mentioned bringing company, but then again, he hadn't explicitly forbidden it, and he was aware of my hot girlfriend. It wouldn't require genius-level IQ to work it out, plus I felt I was owed some slack after enduring the nightmare last few weeks of racing to hit the deadline.

Satisfied that the coast was clear, I circled back to the car and opened the door, holding out my hand as she swung her legs out of the car. Her high heels crunched on the gravel as she stood.

"Would you like to come inside, uh...."

"Bree," she said. "Don't worry, you'll remember it by the end of the weekend. Could you fetch my case?" she said lightly, before swaying on her high heels towards the big, thick double doors.

I scurried to retrieve our suitcases, becoming more and more aware of the fact that I really had left Mina behind at home. The woman in front of me had different rules: she wanted to be someone else. A plan began to form in my head: it had maybe only a small chance of working, and it would rely on Mina really wanting to go through with the fantasy. I wasn't sure I could pull it off.

I wheeled our suitcases across the polished wooden floor, leading my girlfriend (or technically now my mistress?) deeper into the complex. We passed the exercise gym and the heated pool, and despite myself I began to note just how nice the place was. We had done a good job.

I led us to room three, the largest suite. Opening the light oak door, I ushered Bree inside. I'd made my decision: it was going to be Bree and not Mina for the rest of our stay. By the end of it, she was going to be very used to being Bree.

"Come and take a look at the view," I said, "Bree."

She noticed immediately that I'd called her by her new name and I saw something change in her expression. Bree swayed over towards the floor-to-ceiling picture window, stepping around the edge of the recessed hot tub. I took her in my arms and kissed her.

The sun was dropping down towards the horizon. I looked into those beautiful eyes, more blue than grey now against the background of her dress.

"I'd like to try something," I said. "If you trust me."

"I trust you, Cam," she replied.

"Is Bree your real name?"

She frowned at the question. "I don't get what you're asking."

"Is your name Bree?" I repeated. "Is Mina sitting at home on the couch?"

She paused for a long time, before asking, "Why?"

"By the time the sun goes down, I think I can have Bree standing here in front of me."

I watched her expression closely, saw her lips part. She didn't say anything. I waited for her to consider it.

"If you can," she said at last, "Then I want to try."

"You sure?"

She nodded, her face serious.

"I really don't know if this will work."

"I trust you babe. I know it will."

"Okay. Why don't you slip out of those clothes while I run the water?"

She smiled and walked back to the bed, hips swaying seductively, her high heels clicking on the floor. My thoughts were already in turmoil and watching her perfect bottom in the blue fabric was only adding to my lust. Things were progressing fast, and what I had intended to be a dirty weekend away was turning into something else entirely. I turned on the taps and began to fill the tub, adjusting the controls so that the tub would maintain a nice, warm temperature.

It was then that my phone buzzed. Irritated, I ignored it as I watched my girlfriend unzip her suitcase and begin to undress. It turned out that the suitcase contained very little; she had obviously been planning to be naked for most of the weekend. I came up behind her as she pulled her dress up over her head, shaking out her platinum blonde hair and stepping out of her high heels.

"You look beautiful," I murmured, slipping my arms around her narrow waist. Gently, she pushed me away.

"Unhook me, please?"

My hands went to her bra strap and I snapped the catch open, leaving her in nothing but her shiny white panties.

"Still wearing the latex."

"Uh huh," she responded.

My hand snaked around her hips to rest on her crotch. Through the sleek material, I could trace the shape of her slit. There was heat there, but her piercings were missing. Mina had clearly decided that Bree wasn't that kind of girl.

It was a month since Mina had lost the bet, and we had been building up for quite some time to a grand release this weekend. The opportunity to have her all to myself in a luxury suite was coincidence, but I wasn't going to pass it up.

"I'm sorry I left you so long," I said, gently stroking the latex. I could feel the firm button of her clit.

"I don't understand," she said, "You've only just met me."

"In an hour," I said, "You will have only just met me. Ready to start?"

She nodded, and I led her back to the hot tub, already half full of water.

"Get in," I said.

The tub was fully recessed into the floor and she slipped into the water dressed in nothing but the small, white latex panties. I laid down on the polished wood behind her, my mouth close to her ear.

"Now," I began, "I want you to just relax."

She shifted position, making herself comfortable. There was no other sound than the rush of the water pouring out of the shiny chrome spout.

"Look at the water," I said, "See how it flows into the tub. See the ripples it makes on the surface, the way the ripples expand and fade away."

I was watching the woman in front of me carefully, seeing the grey-blue eyes focus on the sparkling, rushing stream of water. Her breathing began to slow in the familiar pattern as she quieted her thoughts. I was secretly impressed by how well she could do this now, how used she was to the process.

"As the water empties out of the spout, feel your thoughts begin to empty out of your head. See the ripples spread out and fade away."

She seemed to be taking it in, so I continued for a few minutes with the same instructions, focusing her on the water.

"As the tub becomes full, you feel your mind become empty. The warm water is all around you now, you're ready to drift away."

Her eyelids fluttered.

"So close to just closing your eyes and drifting away."

I turned the water off, wanting to remove all other sound but my voice. A single drop of water formed on the lip of the spout and plopped into the water. It gave me an idea.

"Watch the drop. See it sparkle. Wait for it to fall. Just concentrate on the drop. When it drops, so will you."

Her lidded eyes locked onto the droplet. We waited. It sparkled on the edge of the tap, caught in the orange rays of the setting sun like a tiny fire. The it tumbled into the water and her eyes closed, as the sound of the splash it made echoed through the perfectly silent room. I decided to use it as a deepener.

"Now," I whispered into her ear, "I want you to open your eyes again and focus back on the spout."

Her eyes flickered open.

"See the spout? See the next drop forming?"

She nodded, almost imperceptibly.

"When it drops, this time, you're going to find your thoughts coming back. But they are Bree's thoughts. Each drop fills your mind up a little more, as you begin to remember what Bree...."

My phone rang. I sprang to my feet, fishing it out of my pocket, trying to put it on silent. The screen showed the name Davis Scott: my boss's number. Damn.

I silenced the ring, but could feel the phone still vibrating in my hand. My attention went back to the tub, but the blonde woman immersed in the water hadn't moved. The phone went silent in my hand. A droplet splashed into the tub. The ripples echoed outwards, around the silent, naked body.

I moved around the tub to see her from the front. Her eyes were fixed dutifully on the next droplet forming on the edge of the spout, the water up to her waist, her arms by her sides, the beautiful, full orbs of her breasts hanging above the water. Her face was slack and vacant. She'd gone deep; the phone hadn't awoken her.

I pushed the thoughts of the call out of my head, and continued with the induction.

"As the droplets hit the water, your mind fills with thoughts of Bree, of what she wants to do," I continued.

"Every drop makes you more comfortable, more secure," I said, "More aroused."

Her expression changed when I said this. Somewhere inside, this was exactly what Mina wanted. Somehow, this was all still part of the tease and denial.

Encouraged, I continued. "Let yourself feel the ripples of pleasure, Bree, feel them as the ripples in the water wash against your skin. All you need to do is think about the ripples, listen to the drops."

The phone buzzed again. I was torn between the beautiful woman in front of me, my own raging hard-on, and my irate boss. I took one look at my girlfriend and made a decision. Thirty seconds. Find out what the fuck he thought was so important. Mina was safe and warm in the tub.

I strode to the door and stepped outside to take the call. As I closed the door, I was left with the view of my girlfriend sitting naked and serene in the recessed hot tub in front of the huge picture window. Across the water, the reddening sun was dipping towards the far horizon, lighting up shimmering ribbons of fiery amber across the surface of the lake. Whatever the fuck this call was about, it had better be life and death.

"Cameron," came the voice of my boss, "Where've you been?"

"Hey Davis, what's up?" I countered, intending to speed this conversation to its conclusion.

"Back-to-base alarms are going apeshit. What did you do?"

I blinked. "Uh, nothing."

"You're going to have the security firm there in twenty minutes. Every call costs me a few hundred-"

"What?" I gasped, "Hold on. There's no emergency."

"Fucking fix it then. It's going off like Christmas at this end."

The phone went dead, and I stared at the darkened screen for a few moments. My erection began to subside. I would need to sort this, or otherwise a couple of guys with bad facial hair and walkie talkies would be combing through the place, finding me in mid-session with my beautiful, naked girlfriend. It would not go well.

I opened the door to the suite and went to check on Mina. She seemed unperturbed. This would only take a few minutes, I decided, and closed the door, leaving her in the tub.

It didn't take a few minutes. The control panel was telling me that all hell was breaking loose across the complex. I figured out that the crew had left doors open where they shouldn't, and the alarm system had self-activated as programmed at seven o'clock to find things were not as it expected. I began to work my way from door to door, until I'd managed to turn off the last red light on the control panel. It had taken ages, and I knew that Mina would have surfaced from the trance by now. She'd be sitting in the hot tub, all alone, wondering where I'd gotten to. It would definitely have killed the mood she'd spent hours building up. I was going to be in massive trouble.

I rushed back to the suite and swung the door open. The sun had gone down, leaving a fiery blaze in the last few clouds over the horizon. I cursed myself for missing it; my plan was to be in the water, watching the sunset with my girlfriend rather than reassuring my damn boss that his multi-million-dollar investment was not under attack by terrorists.

"Mina, I'm so sorry," I began, crossing the polished wooden floor to where I could see her sitting, just where I'd left her, in the tub. "My boss rang, I needed to take care of a thing."

I could see her face now, rosy in the last light of the sunset. Her eyes were still fixed on the spout. Another drip formed.

"Mina?"

No response.

I cupped her chin in my hand and tilted her head to look in her eyes. She looked back at me, but her gaze was empty, her face vacant. There was no sign of recognition or awareness. I had the intuition that when I left her, far from eventually surfacing from the trance, she had somehow deepened it, caught in the endless cycle of watching the drops falling one after another from the spout. Her eyes were completely blank. I'd left her a lot longer than I'd intended and her mind had emptied completely.