Sucing Life

Decades of marriage and I was closing on early retirement. My wife, just past menopause, had lost all interest in sex, leaving me high and dry, or rather hard and aching. Then a peculiar series of events changed my life for the better.

Maureen had her own career, and a recent promotion had her working long hours and traveling to distant cities several times a month. She decided to hire a maid who could do some light cooking for me while she was gone. Knowing my sexual drive would tempt me, she selected three women for my review.

The first two were dowdy, frumpy grandmotherly types. But the third offered potential, at least in my fantasies. She was a self professed lesbian of perhaps 30 years, who appeared to have Goth fantasies. Dressed all in black with black lip gloss and fingernails, her butch hair cut and abrupt manner left no doubt to the casual observer that she had zero attraction to men.

Debra had a quite fascinating body. Though she was just five feet tall, she had rather large breasts and quite narrow slim hips with a high, bubble butt. Her only detraction was her teeth. They were crooked to the extreme, and decay was quite prevalent, even upon her incisors. I resolved to help her out with those dental problems.

During our interview of her, we asked for personal references. Digging through her gargantuan shoulder bag, she withdrew several well-thumbed Anne Rice books. I had read them. I knew how intensely sexual, heterosexual at that, the content of those books was. So I suggested to my wife that the youngest of the three might be the best choice. After all, we had a huge house and an older woman might not be physically up to the task of keeping it clean. My wife agreed, and hired Debra.

Two weeks later I had learned a lot about Debra. For one thing, she wasn't exactly a lesbian as she had stated. Instead, she was addicted to autoerotic activity. I know, because I had begun to spy upon her at night. Late one night as I went to the kitchen, I heard a strange sound down the hall towards the garage. The maid's quarters and bath were down that hallway. I slipped off my shoes and padded silently down the hall to listen at Debra's door. She was groaning deeply and I could just barely make out the high frequency buzz of some type of appliance. As I listened, she grunted her way to a climax, which was quite obvious to me. I left as silently as I had arrived.

On her day off, I installed four cameras in her bedroom and bath. To cover myself, I had the alarm company come over the following day to do a 'check up' of our alarm system. She assumed that the two new devices in her room were part of an upgrade to our security. There was a new smoke detector on the ceiling of her bedroom, along with a new motion detector next to the door entering her room. Similar devices were installed in her bathroom.

With full color and sound, I could sit in my den, which was also my home office, and monitor her when she thought she had complete privacy. Debra was a dedicated maturbatrix! She slipped into her room, or bathroom several times during the day to manually stimulate her clit until she shuddered in orgasm. At night, she used a trio of vibrators to abuse her clit until she literally gushed in orgasm.

I also learned something else about Debra. She was a drug abuser. Three or four times a day, when she was in her bathroom, she would turn on the exhaust fan and smoke a couple of bowls of what appeared to be hashish. She was hiding her stash in her bathroom. She had actually installed a fake electrical outlet for her dope! I guess she assumed that I wouldn't know what was happening in my own house.

I carefully planned a way to put her under my power over the course of the next two weeks. First, I purchased a Sybian, the ultimate masturbation device for women. I carefully 'hid' it in my walk in closet. I knew that she would discover it on the following Monday, when I was out of the house on 'business' and she was scheduled to clean our master suite.

Second, while she was out doing the weekly grocery shopping, I carefully injected a tiny drop of hydrochloric acid into the base of the battery compartment of each of her little clit stimulators. Did I mention that she didn't have any battery powered dildos or phallic vibrators? She was totally oriented upon her clitoris, which was a substantially large organ compared to all the women I had known in years past.

Finally, I visited the lab at the company I owned. Though I was 90% retired, and doing not much more than policy decisions from my home office, I did swing through the offices and labs one or twice a month just to keep everyone on their toes.

My company, which I had founded 30 years before, right out of college, was involved in the production of psychiatric drugs. We also had several high end grants for military and government based health care research. I knew exactly which drug I wanted for Debra.

We had been developing a drug to enhance therapeutic hypnosis for some years. The intent was to greatly aid suggestibility of subjects that were undergoing hypnotherapy in order to quit smoking or to suppress irrational phobias. Though it worked quite well, it did have major drawbacks that precluded FDA approval. In fact, the side effects of the drug were so serious that we didn't think we could overcome the negative side effects with a massive public relations campaign, so we hadn't even submitted it to the FDA for review.

Some test subjects suffered an immediate, though temporary, loss of all body hair. Can you imagine telling a woman, or a vain male, that they could quit smoking without any withdrawal symptoms, if only they would give up all the hair on their body for at least two years? Marketing challenges for that issue would be flat out impossible. The second effect was more subtle, but even more daunting. Some test subjects did not leave the hyper-suggestibility stage after the drug exited their body. In most, the kidneys filtered and excreted the drug within a few hours, but in about half the test subjects, the effects of the drug persisted for many days. That would leave them vulnerable to commands or instructions by anyone they contacted well after they left the hypnotherapist's or psychiatrist's office.

The third, and most disturbing, aspect of the drug involved some sort of toxicity level that we couldn't analyze successfully. Three or four doses produced nothing more than the hair loss for an extended period of time. But if five or six doses were administered, then something quite strange occurred. Settling with the human test subject's families cost my company nearly twenty million dollars, so the Board of Directors had stopped all further research on the drug.

Simply put, the person became compulsive in the extreme. Suggestions made during the hypnosis phase while under the influence of the drug, became life long obsessions. A simple command to 'stop smoking' was interpreted by the subject to extend far beyond tobacco. Test subjects found themselves putting out fires in their fireplaces, or their campfires when they were camping out. If cooking, anything that produced smoke, or steam that appeared to be smoke, they would immediately turn off the stove and shove the pot or pan under the water faucet in the sink. One subject, who was a groundskeeper, found he was unable to run a 2-stroke engine for leaf blowers, chainsaws, or other engines that produced visible smoke. His induced obsession was so powerful that he would approach fellow workers and turn off their engines. He had to be retrained to work in an assembly plant where there was no visible smoke or steam.

So, a quite promising drug was relegated to my company's secure vault. It still had potential as a military drug to be used on enemy subjects, but the military had purchased their own patent rights and were quite likely to be following up in some Area 51 laboratory. Thankfully, at least for me, our creation sat on a back shelf in our vault, with no controls (it wasn't a scheduled narcotic) by the government.

I visited the lab late in the day, and while I poured over current research on a secure work station, I waited for my employees to wrap up their day's work. The last man out asked if I wanted him to secure the vault before he left, but I told him that I had some final checking to do and sent him on his way. After he left, I entered the vault and took ten grams of the drug. I then set up a fake blind study on rats for a toxicity study. As far as the computer study on the computer revealed, all ten rats received the entire amount of drug I took. None died, according to the computer records, and the ten rats were disposed of. After locking up the vault and the lab, I walked downstairs and removed ten rats from or stock of available lab rats, placed them in a bag, then went out to my Mercedes and placed them in the trunk. On the way home, I stopped in a wooded area and released the rats. Yes, I know, they probably didn't last the night, considering all the coyotes, hawks, owls, and other predators in the woods, but perhaps that was better than winding up being test subjects for some toxicity study, after which they would have been destroyed anyway. At least they had a few hours of freedom.

Back home, I locked the drug in my hidden office safe. The next day, while Debra was on her weekly shopping excursion, I dissolved the drug in sterile water. With a small hypodermic filled with the solution, I placed on tiny droplet of the concentrate upon each of her little cubes of hashish. Using her hair dryer, I dried the little cubes carefully, and then replaced them in her electrical outlet safe.

When Debra returned, I watched the monitors on my screen carefully. Sure enough, after she had distributed the groceries to the pantry and walk in refrigerator, she slipped off to the bathroom and loaded up her little pipe with the tainted hashish. After smoking the bowl of illegal drug, she sat on the edge of the tub for a good ten minutes. I knew she was now in a state of high suggestibility, and might not have the internal motivation to do anything other than sit there until the drug wore off. So I walked to her bathroom and knocked on the door, "Debra, please come up to my bedroom. I need your aid." I walked away, hearing the bathroom door unlock behind me.

In the master suite, I was already sitting in my recliner when Debra walked in. I bade her to sit on the couch. Without a word, she sat down and just waited. My next words were chosen very carefully.

Playing upon her obsession with vampires, I outlined a quite detailed scenario. I explained that she could only survive with an intake of 'white blood', which could only be obtained from me, and that the 'white blood' was actually my semen, the true life force of the universe. I detailed the fact that actually biting my penis would destroy the source of the 'white blood', and that destruction of my penis would result in her tormented death. I elaborated further and further, painting an 'Ann Rice' portrait of a world of vampires obsessed with obtaining 'white blood' to give them a vibrant, vivid, life.

Of course I covered the social amenity details, such as the facts that she couldn't let anyone know of her need for 'white blood', or let anyone observe or catch her in her efforts to collect her most needed nutrient. She was told that she would still require 'mortal' food to provide other nutrients and vitamins. I also portrayed her own sexuality as one which required a dose of 'white blood' before she could attain her own sexual release. There were many more details I included, in order to insure that she didn't become self destructive or ignore personal hygiene.

I then questioned her about the Sybian, and she forthrightly told me she had found it, and used it, because her other sources of sexual pleasure had all broken. I then told her to demonstrate her use of the Sybian. She did, though she restricted herself to the textured pad, rather than availing herself of the penetrative attachments. It was then that I learned that she was technically a virgin. Queries into her past sexual proclivities revealed that she had never so much as penetrated her vagina with her little finger. Her sexual release was totally tied up in her clitoris. This had been true since she was quite young, and discovered her little love button. Apparently she had a quite thick and durable hymen, which made penetration dauntingly painful.

After she had endured half a dozen orgasms via the Sybian, I told her to collect her first feeding of 'white blood'. Despite the ugliness of her teeth, I found my aching prick treated so well that she had my quite thick eight inches embedded half way into her warm, wet mouth and feeling better than any blowjob I had ever received. She concentrated mainly upon my glans, after stripping my foreskin back to expose it. She sucked powerfully at it, as her tongue flickered rapidly on the frenum. Each little burst of pre-ejaculatory fluid caused her to such harder, and delve into my meatus with the tip of her tongue with eagerness. As my glans reached incredible fullness with her vacuuming mouth, she groaned in expectation. And, as I had hoped, when I ejaculated she just increased her suction. As I came, she shuddered in orgasm surpassing her demonstration upon the Sybian! She gulped down every drop, and moaned in ecstasy.

At that point, I was momentarily satiated, for the first time in over a year. Now, if only I could keep my manipulation and greed for sex from my lovely wife.....

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My wife suspected nothing. When Debra lost all her hair, I had a human hair wig ready for her. After she dosed herself, I explained that the wig had to be glued into place at all times except when she was in the shower or I told her to doff it for my convenience. I was getting two or three blowjobs a day, and Debra seemed to blossom with each intake of my semen. She became so increasingly vivacious that I had to admonish her from showing such behavior before my wife.

A month into our new 'arrangement', I sent Debra to a dentist. He told me that she had apparently suffered serious vitamin and calcium deficiencies as a child. He could repair her teeth, but the cost for extractions, root canals, bridges, and perhaps implants would cost over twenty thousand. He himself suggested, despite Debra's youth, that dentures would be the most comfortable solution. I approved. Over the next few weeks, Debra spent at least eight hours in the dental chair, getting her teeth extracted. Thankfully, during this period, my wife was gone much of the time, and had little contact with Debra.

Debra's toothless mouth was somewhat daunting at first. The lack of teeth left her lips and cheeks looking 'caved in'. It made her look 30 years older. But as her gums healed and stabilized, the dentist fashioned for her a new set of temporary dentures. She seemed to really appreciate her new look. And I must admit, the new dentures made her look ten years younger than the first time I met her.

After the open wounds had healed, I had Debra give me a gum job. I blended this gum job into her role as a 'vampire'. In her mind, she could retract all her teeth in order to better suck 'white blood' from her 'victim' without injuring the source of her sustenance. If anything, she was more eager than ever! I can't remember ever ejaculating with such pleasure, force, and volume ever before. I think I passed out for a minute or two, but when I regained my senses, Debra was still sucking powerfully at my cock, until I regained full erection and came in her gulping throat for a second time.

Some weeks later, Debra received her final set of dentures. The dentist was quite good. They didn't look phony at all. He designed them so that they had slight imperfections, and were not that brilliant white that betrays so many dentures. But Debra started smiling much more often. I think her smile is what betrayed us. My wife's work had started leveling off. Now firmly entrenched, she wasn't traveling as often. Her trips tailed off to once each quarter in the following year. She started asking me why I wasn't pestering her for sex any more. I tried to write if off to age, but she would now and then catch me giving a girl in the mall or in a restaurant a lustful look. What turned me further towards the dark side was one night when she suggested that I was having sex with some secretary or other female at work.

It was a hard decision to make, but two weeks later when I served my wife breakfast in bed, she unknowingly ate a pastry dosed with my drug. I spent two hours detailing how she would adjust her life in new ways. The following night, I dosed Debra again, expanding her search for 'white blood'.

I was quite successful. My wife regained her sexuality. But now her orgasms were also induced by Debra. Debra, after removing her teeth, would suck my wife's clit and delve her tongue into her cunt for literally hours at a time, bringing my wife to one orgasm after another. I implanted commands for the two to intertwine whenever I mentioned 'sunny weather'.

Two years later, I awoke one morning to Debra's insatiable sucking at my glans to see my wife smiling down at me. She told me she didn't know how I had done it, but she knew I had converted both her and Debra into being my sex slaves. The drug did not impair higher mental functions, though those higher functions were subverted to suggestions. And my wife had somehow figured that out, objectively. So, with some reluctance, I admitted it. My wife told me that she and Debra wanted MORE 'white blood' than I could supply, so it was my duty to insure that they didn't go hungry.

Now I was faced with a conundrum. I didn't want any other males horning in on my pair of beauties. I didn't want to be getting sloppy seconds or have my females lusting after other males. That was when I remembered one small aspect of my company's research regarding our test subjects.

One researcher, trying to figure out the hair loss side effect, had 'suggested' to the research subject that they would re-grow their lost hair. And that one subject did just that! It was just one anomaly that I thought I might be able to successfully pursue.

It took some weeks for me to come up with the solution. After reviewing all the data for the umpteenth time, I sat down one evening and typed out an extensive document on my computer. It was apparent from that one episode within the research data that the proper suggestions could actually modify a subject's body image contained within some obscure portion of the human brain.

We've all seen the results of some bogus conman healer's miraculous curing of terminal cancer. Science couldn't explain it, until now. But someone who is extremely suggestible, someone who really believes that the conman's instructions, or demands upon God, are real, is suddenly cured. I now thought that I had a solution.

So, one night after both the women in my life were sexually satiated, I retired to my den and locked the door. I opened the file I had stored on my computer and readied it to be translated from text to voice. I then dosed myself with the drug and leaned back in my chair as I hit clicked on the 'speak' button. I remember the first words, "This is reality", but nothing after that.

Thankfully, I had programmed my computer to pop up a file detailing my efforts after the original file was read completely. It was with some amazement that I read that I was trying to force my body to perform better. I had detailed the physiological actions required to make my sexual organs operate at a higher functional state. It was inconceivable two years ago, but now my erections last for hours. It is as if I were on an IV drip of Viagra. I can ejaculate copiously a dozen times in a single day, without ill effects or fatigue. Each succeeding orgasm is more powerful than the last. I now wake up looking forward to servicing my wife several times each day, and in between get sucked off powerfully by Debra. I had the lab produce a hundred kilos of the drug for 'independent testing', and the shipment was lost in transit.