Second part of an eight part series. I wrote this story to develop some themes more along the lines of "mind-influence" than "mind-control." The most erotic time in a relationship is often spent exploring the boundaries of trust and sharing. If that turns you on, then this story will have many molten scenes. At the same time, as the writing progressed, the characters grew and influenced each other in interesting ways. Is it better to get what you want, or learn what you want? I still don't know who really was in control. Maybe you will.
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As might be expected, I thought about what had happened and what might happen all of the next week. I replayed the events of our last session to a couple of great orgasms. Thursday, I called the clinic for the test results. Cathy and I were both negative. So was Kelly—interesting that she got tested and shared the results with us. That night, I had a message on my machine. "Brad, it's Cathy. Looking forward to our session tomorrow. See you at 6. Bye..."
I was at her door promptly at 6. Cathy flashed a smile. "Good to see you again, Brad. Come in. How was your week?"
I found it difficult to assemble my thoughts given what my eyes caught in the first instant. Either Cathy had a very sheer bra on, or she didn't have anything under her form-fitting shirt. Her nipples showed through the fabric. In either case, this was a good sign.
"Well, to be honest, it stretched out pretty long. I was either reliving last Friday or looking forward to this one. Your flowers and message didn't help."
Cathy laughed, and I heard Kelly's laugh from the kitchen. "Nice to know you have a weakness for beautiful women," Cathy said. She looked down, frowning. "No toothbrush?"
"I have it in the car. I didn't want to presume anything."
"I think you had better get it."
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, a spring in my step. I quickly returned with a small overnight bag.
"Much better," Cathy observed. "Why don't you drop that in my bedroom? End of the hallway."
I went back into Cathy's tasteful bedroom, with a queen size bed turned down. I did notice the chair positioned with a reading lamp beside the bed. Knowing Cathy, I wondered if she wanted me to puzzle about that. I walked back into the living room, where Cathy caught my eye with a small smile.
This evening started out more relaxed. We all got a glass of wine and settled into conversation about our week and catching up on friends. After a bit, Cathy steered the subject to sex.
"Brad, I was really surprised by how well I responded last Friday. Does it always work that well?"
"As you might guess, these multiple voice techniques depend on the person," I said. "Plus, the sexual side of this is new to me. Tell me what
you
thought was happening, and let's see if we can figure it out."
"OK, let me think." Cathy looked down, gathering her thoughts. "It seemed like my sense of nervousness was no longer toward you two, but more toward someone outside our circle who might use my desires to hurt me."
"So your Protector continued to do her job, but at a level that allowed your other voices to operate."
"Yes. And clearly, my Controller voice did her job. She really controlled me to hang on the edge of a huge orgasm!"
We all laughed. "You have it, Cathy. We gave each of your restricting voices good jobs to do, so they felt acknowledged and important. In fact, they contributed to the intensity of the experience. They also allowed your more expressive voices scope to bring you what you desired—what we all desired for that matter. In some ways, the Protector created the buffer zone from the world that you needed to open up to us. What we'll do in the future is to give you the ability to open up to others that you trust."
"It's still amazing how well it worked," Cathy said.
"Most of it was you, Cathy," I replied. "You caught on quickly during the explanation, so you could project yourself into the voices and really work with them. You also gave me your trust, which allowed me to help you relax and open up to your desires. Most importantly, though, you put in the effort to make this work. I could clearly see that you wanted to experience change, and that motivation carried you through..." I paused.
"...I guess there's one more thing, Cathy. You're a natural. Your body knows what it wants. You care about others and want to share yourself with them. We just had to set those instincts free."
Kelly jumped in. "So you're saying that Cathy is just a lean, mean, sex machine?"
We all laughed. I looked up into Cathy's sparkling eyes. "I wasn't ready to put it quite that way, but you're pretty much right, Kelly. Cathy's got what it takes to drive anyone wild."
A bit of color appeared on Cathy's cheeks. "I guess we had better move to the kitchen before my head is too big to fit through the door! Let's see if my cooking can match my growing reputation."
Kelly and I followed, chuckling, and perched on the bar as Cathy finished up dinner.
"I've made some beef burgundy," she said. "I like how I can do most of it before guests come over." She quickly stir-fried some green beans, and she pulled something that smelled good out of the oven.
We settled back into general conversation during dinner. I enjoyed talking to two smart, attractive women who shared a general appreciation for life. I knew that both of them liked the outdoors with our larger circle of friends, but I learned that they often would hike around the area together. I filed that away for future reference.
"Thank you, Cathy. This was a wonderful dinner," I said, as we were finishing.
"I'll second that," Kelly added. "You did a great job."
"You're both welcome," Cathy replied. "Let's clear these dishes and adjourn for some more 'conversation.'"
We got everything cleared and filed back into the living room. I moved one of her chairs to the side of the couch so she could stretch out and face away from me. "It will help you to focus on yourself if you're not looking at us directly," I explained. "Kelly, you can sit across as before. OK, Cathy, go ahead and get comfortable. Kelly, did you and Cathy discuss your role any further?"
"If you mean me sitting here and getting all worked up watching you two, yes we discussed it," Kelly replied. "For the betterment of my good friend, I will sacrifice and endure this torture alone, while you two get off any of a thousand ways."
Kelly waived off my next question before I even voiced it. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Cathy is fine with me—let's see—taking care of some personal business while I watch." She looked at each of us. "You both owe me big time."
"Of course," I replied smoothly. "Cathy, we'll go through the relaxation exercise again and then speak to the voices. This time should go faster with the Controller and Protector, because we've already established their roles and can move directly to working with them. Would you still like to start on the beach?"
"Yes, that worked well," Cathy replied.
"Let's go back to your beach. Can you hear the waves again?" I took Cathy through the relaxation exercise, watching her still herself into a receptive state. I took her on a swim through the ocean again, emerging to find the visitor by the fire.
"Like before, Cathy, have each voice identify themselves when I ask for them. May I speak to the Controller again?" I asked.
"You are speaking to the Controller." Cathy replied.
"Thank you, Controller, for your excellent work last time. I think that Cathy might appreciate you a little more."
"She does. She saw that I can help her get what she wants. I wish she would recognize that more often."
"It often takes some work to understand and appreciate the various voices that we have," I replied. "We'll keep working on it during these sessions. Would you be willing to control the other voices, including yours, while we talk again?"
