At once, I felt a combination of fear and excitement, knowing that I would be the puppet on the end of his hands. Could I really do that? Could I give up my precious control and allow a total stranger to take me over? There was no doubt in my heart that I wanted and needed it badly. But could I really let go?
"Okay." I said shakily. "Take me."
"Will you trust me?"
I shook my head, then realized that he couldn't see me. "Yes, I will."
"Go upstairs to your bedroom and lock the door."
"You're not going to lead me?"
"I could but I don't want to completely take you over. I want you to feel a small part first. Then you can decide."
"Decide what?"
"Whether you want to continue with me or not."
I gave a fleeting thought to what those words could mean but as I crossed the threshold of my bedroom, everything but the sheer white heat of anticipation filled my head. I locked the door, removed my shoes and sat down on the bed.
"I'm ready."
His mental touch was subtle, soft as a cotton blanket and I felt him move through me, sending little trickles of cold lightning streaking through my flesh. Under his guidance, my hands moved up to my head, smoothing the soft wings of dark brown hair away from my face and threading the fingers through the thickness to find the dense heat radiating from my scalp. I closed my eyes and a shiver coursed through me. I never thought that just stroking my scalp would be a sensual experience but my suddenly wet pussy sure knew.