Meeting Z

All characters are over the age of eighteen. Some just over, some are centuries over. The story takes place in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and occasionally in other dimensions and at other times. This takes place immediately after my story, "Occupying My Mind."

Enjoy...

Heather stared at Z blankly. I looked down. I was wearing boxers. Heather was wearing pajamas. I looked across at Z. She was dressed in a grey business pantsuit. It was the first time I ever saw her in something that was not innately sexual. She looked like a real estate agent.

Heather blinked her eyes and looked around. "Ummm. My dreams are getting better. Now I get two sexy people to please me very much. Why are you sitting over there? Come join us on this side of the table." Heather's hands started running along my chest.

"She is a very horny woman," Z said matter of fact in her British accent.

"Yes, I am. Sko has awakened it in me. You playing with me made me very horny. Hence this dream." Heather laughed.

"This is kind of a shared dream," I said, putting my hands on hers. "I wanted Z and you to meet officially. Z can visit us in our dreams."

"Shared dream? We are in a dream together?"

"Yes," Z answered, "You and Sko are in a dream together. We stayed at your house so you would be more comfortable. I wanted to introduce myself to Sko's latest conquests. You promised to obey him, correct?"

"Yes, I did." Her hand ran up, and she squeezed her breasts through the pajamas.

"Heather. There is time to play and a time to listen. This is most certainly a time to listen."

"It is my dream. I want to have fun."

I looked at her sternly. "You will sit still and listen."

"Mmmm, yes, master," she said, and standing, she bent over the table pulling her bottoms down baring her ass. "Punish me for being bad."

I looked at Z. I shook my head, "She is learning. This is all new to her."

"I need to rearrange things slightly to keep you focused on what I am saying." Z stood up and walked around the table. "You are being disobedient. Normally, you would be punished. But you are confused. I will help to explain things with actions." She helped Heather stand. Z walked her near the staircase. Heather complied. Z unwound the belt from around her waist. It continued to unwrap. It was way longer than what was around her waist. "Hold your hands above your head like you are holding onto a rope. Now, stay like that for a moment." She held up a rope in front of Heather. "Do you see this rope?"

"Yes."

"Do you recognize it?"

"It is a jump rope I use for exercising."

"And this?" Z held out a scarf.

"That is my scarf from the closet." She looked toward the foyer.

"I'm going to count back from five. When I say zero, you will wake up. I will count up again. When I reach five, you will fall asleep again and return. I would tell you not to panic, but I don't think that will help. Sko, when I hit one the second time, you will awaken and follow my instructions. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero." Heather left the dream, and I looked at Z. She shook her head then looked at me, "One."

I opened my eyes. I was on the edge of the bed facing her bedroom door. Heather was naked, bound by the jump rope near the bedroom door. Her mouth was gagged with the scarf. The door was closed on the rope holding her arms above her. She stood propped on her tiptoes, but the rope was still tight. Heather's eyes were wide with panic. She struggled to stay on her toes to keep the pressure off her arms. She was screaming, but the scarf muffled the sound. She looked at me in terror. I jumped up and ran next to her. "DO NOT TOUCH HER." Screamed inside my head. After what seemed like forever, she tilted her head down, and her body went slack.

"Open the door and lay her on the bed. Remove the scarf. Do not untie her. Lay down next to her. Close your eyes and join us," the British voice echoed in my head. "This is the only way to make her understand. You need to remember she is a toy for you. I am your master."

"Yes, mistress," I said aloud as I carried Heather to the bed. I held Heather in my arms and closed my eyes.

I was back at the table in my boxers in the living room. Heather was hanging naked by her arms from the staircase. Her toes could barely touch the ground. She was wide-eyed, staring at me. Z stood next to her, now dressed in a black bustier and high-cut panties with black high heels. Her wings were fully extended behind her. Z pointed to the ground in front of her. "Remember who you serve." I walked over and knelt before her. "Your toy needed to learn her place. You need to control her better."

"Yes, mistress," I said. "She is new and learning. This will help her."

Z spun her around a little. Heather's toes tried to stay on the floor. She moaned through the scarf. Z produced a red marker. She wrote "Fuck Toy" on Heather's forehead. Heather was still in terror.

"I am going to take the scarf out so you can breathe. You may speak when spoken to or questioned. Nod if you understand." Heather nodded. Z pulled the scarf off. And tossed it into the air. It disappeared. Heather let out a loud moan. She inhaled deeply. She looked at me, then at Z.

"How did you..." Heather started to say. Z produced a riding crop from thin air. She cracked it on Heather's butt. Heather let out a sharp yelp.

"I told you not to talk unless you are spoken to or questioned. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Heather quickly replied with anguish in her voice.

"This is the easiest way to show you that I mean business. I wanted to emphasize that this is not some fantasy dream you are having. I brought you and Sko here to introduce myself. I think I have gotten your attention under these circumstances. Am I correct?"

"Yes," Heather responded.

"Ok. I believe my point was made." Z snapped her fingers. The rope was released from Heather. She fell to her feet. Z pointed to the table. Heather walked over and sat. Z looked at me. "I will leave you to teach her further." She then motioned for me to go to the table. I walked over and sat next to Heather. I put my arm around her. I could feel her heart pounding. Z walked over to the table but still stood.

"Now let's meet the other one." She snapped her fingers. Heather's housemate walked down the stairs naked. She moved toward the table. She knelt on the floor before me, facing Z. She still had my cum on her face. "Good slut." Z looked at me.

Heather was staring at her, then at me, then at Z. She opened her mouth to speak but said nothing. Heather turned toward me with a questioning look on her face.

"Well, she learned to keep quiet. That is good." Z turned her attention back to the housemate. "Who do you belong to?"

"I am Sko's filthy slut."

"Very good. Who does Sko serve?"

"He serves you."

"Excellent. What is your purpose?"

"I do whatever he wants. I am his to command." Heather stared at her housemate. The look of confusion seemed to grow.

Z turned to me. "Perfect as I expected. And as I expected, Heather will need some teaching." Z walked over to Heather. I could feel her body tense as the winged redhead approached. She leaned over and whispered in her ear. "You needed to be scared. Things can be confusing when you first come into these situations. A good scare straightens you up right away. You will find me more enjoyable in the future. The next time we meet, things will be more agreeable." Z reached down and cupped Heather's breasts. She leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Heather pulled away slightly. "You are in no danger from me. Serving Sko will be all I require of you. He has a very energetic sexual need. You will be his toy to keep him satisfied when he needs it. In return, you will be kept safe and satisfied. Do you think you can do this?"

"Yes," Heather said hesitantly. Z blinked.

"The hesitation is troubling. Do you still want to do this?"

Heather bit her lip and thought for a moment. Her lips were reluctant. She looked at me.

"It is your choice," I said. "You need to make your own decision."

She looked at Z. "I'm just not sure what you are asking me. I... I am not sure who you are. I thought you were a dream. I am not in the habit..."

Z interrupted, "You are right to question. Some have given in to me without asking anything." She looked at me. She smiled and continued, "Understanding your commitment is important. I am an ancient being. I enjoy the pleasure of others. Each time you feel pleasure, I'll feel it too. We already have a mental link from your commitment to Sko. That link has already given me access to many of your thoughts and memories in your beautiful head." Her hands swept back through Heather's hair. She held her head in her hands. They stared at each other. "I know your life history, child. I know memories that you have long forgotten. Things that are hiding in the back of your mind. Conversations you had as a little girl as your grandmother brushed this amazing hair." Heather's eyes went wide. A brush appeared in Z's hand, and she brushed her hair gently. "Heather Alice Barstol, daughter of Julie Anne, granddaughter of Alice Francine, great-granddaughter of Anne Cecilia, I could go on, but I think you get the point. I know more about you than you do. I not only know your habits, I know why you have your habits."

"Are you the devil?" Heather looked at the wings. I exhaled loudly.

Z's eyebrows shot up. She pulled back in surprise. The brush disappeared. Her hands went up on either side of her. Z laughed, "Oh, you are a smart one. Ascertaining what I am?" She turned to me, "I knew she was smart. Brilliant not to rush into a commitment without ensuring who you are committing to, don't you think? Sko?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, bowing my head slightly. My arm pulled Heather tighter. Z sat on the table in front of us, her feet dangling off the side.

"It amazes me no one ever thinks I am an angel." She put her hands together under her chin, looking up as if praying. Her head tilted slightly to the side. "Humans immediately go to evil." She stood, pulled her hands down, cupped her breasts, then slid them down her body along her pelvis and thighs, then held them out to the side. "Of course, dressed like this, I can't blame them. There are no biblical stories or myths of hot, sexy angels showing up scantily clad in lingerie." The housemate laughed. Z smiled at her. She turned and walked back over. She pulled a chair up. She slid the table easily and sat right in front of Heather. "Your grandmother taught you well. Your faith has dwindled, but it still has a foothold in here." One again, her hands were on Heather's head. "It protects you. Very good. Listen to it." Her finger touched Heather's chin, and she pulled her face up so they could look at each other. Their faces separated by mere inches. "Child, be assured, I am not THE Devil, nor am I a devil or demon of any sort. If I were, you would already be mine via your commitment to Sko." She smiled, "Surprisingly, Sko is the one who was most surprised by my last statement. Right?" Z stared at Heather, but I knew the question was for me.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Sko, thought I was some sort of demon or devil. He's been secretly harboring that fear for a while. Unsure of whom he committed to. I did not dissuade him because I enjoyed the games I could play like the blowjob under the angelic statue. The biblical torture in his mind at the beginning was fun. I was looking for an abandoned church to take him into. His commitment to me never wavered, so I stopped playing. His toy, on the other hand," her hand touched Heather's cheek and ran back through her hair, "brought forth the question he feared to ask. And to be fully complete in my answer, know that I have no allegiance to that realm. I am not some witch, warlock, or concubine to the unholy. I hope you noticed that my devout servant, Sko, pulled you in tight to him to protect you from his demon mistress. He is certainly brave." She turned to me, "Bravo, my fearless knight. Once again, you have impressed me."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, still holding Heather.

"So, what am I? How to put things in your terms? Based on what I know about sweet Heather and the things your grandmother taught you, I would consider myself a kind of fairy. But, be assured, I am by no means your Godmother. I am not Tinkerbell, and I have nothing to do with your teeth." Her hand ran along Heather's jaw, stroking it gently. She pushed her finger into Heather's mouth. "I am interested in what you can do with this sexy mouth." She smiled. "But that has nothing to do with my kind, just my nature." She pulled her finger out and slid it in and out of her mouth.

"I obey no queen. I am not part of a court, whether in summer, winter, the Seelie, or the Unseelie. Myths, legends, Shakespeare, and the other bards did not get everything right. I am my own being. I am not evil, but do not believe that means I am good. I live for myself. I live by a code that covers all sentient beings. I could spend days going into countless details, and perhaps in the future I will. In the present, I will not waste any more of our time. The best way to understand me is to listen to what I tell you and what I ask of you. The link means nothing to me if I deceive or trick you. The link only works if we trust each other. Your half of the link will be through faith in me, based on what I have told you. You will see as things progress between us."

"If we are already linked, what is this? Why ask me again?" Heather said.

"Oh, such great questions." Z leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. She pulled back and remained inches away. "She is the smartest of the three of you. The link is only as strong as the commitment it represents. Stronger link, stronger benefits. Also, because you have just been brought into this, I sense the nervous energy in you. You are not in the habit of bringing men to your home in a first meeting and letting them fuck you silly. Last night, you gave in to Sko because of the overwhelming pleasure he gave you. Very few women would have said no to him last night. Even fewer men would have said no. I want my servants to be happy; that is the point." The redhead continued in her British accent, "I assure you, nothing bad will happen if you say no. We will walk away. Your life will return to what it was. Well, without her," Her head nodded toward the housemate kneeling. "She belongs to us. That is her choice. Say the word, and I will release you from the bond you made to Sko. You will be your own person." She moved closer; their noses were practically touching. "I will even add this for you. I will deposit one hundred thousand dollars in your bank for your troubles." Heather's eyes went wide. "You already own this fine home, so this money will just help you in the future. You can return to teaching future world leaders. Or, take what is behind door number two: I offer you the pleasure from last night, repeatedly and growing more intense as long as you serve Sko and, by default, serve me. That is all I ask. Nothing more. A gratifying life of sexual servitude. Which will get more pleasurable as you go along. So, Heather, will you serve me by serving Sko?"

Heather's eyes glanced at me, then at the housemate. "What about her?"

Z looked at the housemate, "Some are born with the need to serve. They derive delight from it. She has dreamt of an opportunity like this for most of her life." The housemate smiled, nodded, and bowed her head.

"What do you get from me?"

Z smiled again, "A taste of the pleasure that you feel. Each time you feel pleasure, I feel pleasure as long as you are happy. I will be happy."

"That makes no sense."

"It is much more complicated. But suffice it to say that a taste of your pleasure will help to make me stronger. It nourishes me. Like blood to a vampire. But without all the dying shit. You will learn as the bond between us grows."

"Is this a forever bond?"

"I think you are becoming my favorite. Sko certainly chose a wise one. We will benefit as long as we are bound to each other. If you are obedient and dedicated, the bond will flourish. If you falter, the bond will wither like a flower cut from the plant. Occasionally, we will renew your pledge. Reaffirm your servitude. Initially, it may happen often. As our bond grows, it will become less and less. I will know your dedication if you fail. I am not a malevolent creature. I will break the bond. I will help Sko find a new toy to serve him. Now, I have been patient. I have answered your questions. But I do not have all night. I am asking you to be Sko's obedient servant. To dedicate yourself to pleasuring him." She looked up at Heather's forehead where the words were still written, "To be his 'fuck toy.' You will do whatever he says. In return, you will know ever-increasing pleasure like you did last night. You will be cared for and have no worries. You know what I am asking. I need your answer. Heather, will you commit to Sko as I have asked you?"

Heather looked at her, then at her housemate, then at me. She smiled. She nodded her head.

"I need to hear your voice, child."

"Yes."

"Good. Very good." Z kissed Heather on the lips. Heather kissed her back. I saw red sparkles where their lips met. "I have talked to Sko about you and your past. He will train you and take care of you." Her eyes turned to me. "He will not hurt you, except for punishment, but even then, it will be minimal."

She turned her attention back to Heather. "From now on, you will have no worries. Things will get better and better." She paused for a moment. She closed her eyes. She opened them again. "All of your troubles are gone. Your only concern is to please Sko. Do you understand?"

"What are you saying, all my troubles are gone?"

Z ran her hand along Heather's cheek. I saw Z's fingers sparkle.

"My people, at my direction, have paid all your bills. My people will pay all future bills. A substantial deposit has been placed in your bank account. I don't want you to worry about bills or life's financial future. You are simply to concern yourself with pleasing him. As others join your group, your pleasures will grow. I will send my people to prepare the house and land for the future. They will discuss things with you. They will arrive tomorrow."

"I have to work tomorrow afternoon." Z looked at her. She closed her eyes. Then opened them again.

"No, you will be given a few days' paid leave at least through the weekend. You can decide if you would like to return to your job or not. Take the time to discuss with your master whether your job will interfere with your duties. You will not have to work ever again if you choose my darling. Sko and I will provide for your every need. I only wish I had the time to celebrate our new bond together truly. Alas, I have commitments that I must attend to." She kissed Heather again. Her tongue slid into Heather's mouth. Heather's head tilted back as she accepted the kiss. They French kissed in front of me. I felt Heather's body relax. Z broke the kiss. "We will celebrate when I come to visit." Z slowly pulled away.

She walked over to the housemate. "Stand." The black-haired girl stood. Z stood behind her. Her hands wrapped around, and she grabbed hold of her breasts, squeezing and manipulating them. "This one has already committed. You know your role. It is what you have wanted for most of your life." One hand slid down the housemate's legs and began easing between them. Her head fell back against Z. "She is a prize." She said, looking at Heather and me. She turned her attention back to the housemate. I know what you want in life. I know your desires," Z spoke into her ear. "You will serve Sko and Heather as they need you. In return, you will get what you want. In between serving their pleasures, you will be used as I need. You will be what you have always desired. The pleasure I have shown you will continue and grow as your servitude continues to grow." I could see her chubby body swaying and pushing back against Z. Z continued to squeeze her tits. Her hand worked faster between her legs. "This is just the beginning of a long and pleasurable life of ecstasy."