The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9

... smoke, tasted sweet in the still confines of the cellar. The third however, when lit, obviously had a strong narcotic quality. For the first inhalation sent Gary spinning above where he lay. As his eyes rolled, so Mala Gupta joined him.

‘Yes, Gary. It is sweet is it not. It has saved so many in need, yet damned so many who were not.’ While he was still on a state of understanding, there were certain factors that he found puzzling. The flowers he could see on the floor, the soft lightness and freedom, the impression that Mrs. Gupta was in his arms. It did not make sense.

‘We can only begin today Gary,' Mala whispered. ‘For my Lord’s garden only reveals itself in the mist.’

Mrs. Gupta herself had become a flower, her face distorting into petals, and her body into the stem, yet he was not fearful of this transition. The new apparition entwined itself with him as the ceiling above him clouded and the flower strewn floor erupted into life. He was suddenly in a different place, warm, yet alone. Mala’s voice was behind him. ‘My lord will show himself to you in a way that only you will know.’ His transfigured self turned, to be greeted by nothing more than lush foliage. ‘But, only when you cannot be sated, will he return your love.’

As Gary turned his mind to what had just been said to him, he felt a tremor beneath the soles of his feet and a rush of wind across his face. ‘I must take you to a height of ecstasy. My lord desires it.’ Gary looked down at two faces ...

... which he did not know at first, that both gazed up at him lovingly.

The darker exotic face, he, at first imagined to be Mrs. Gupta’s daughter, her face being so much like the older woman. The other, young, pale and elf like too, looked familiar. The new face spoke softly as her thin hand wrapped itself around Gary’s erect, dream enlarged, yet soft, penis. ‘I felt so let down when you didn’t share my passion with you Gary.’ He remembered the mid Atlantic accent, the blond hair. It was a much younger version of Ariel, the wife of the record producer who he had, a few months before, punished for her sympathy and kindness. ‘But, I knew the day would soon come when I could show you.’

‘We have both been wronged by you Gary, but we are both loving and good.’

‘The earth goddess has served you, and you have shunned her,' Ariel began, ‘she has endowed you with beauty, physical courage, and good humour. But she has taken so much in return. Your love must flow to others, like the rivers in this place.’

There was a clear bubbling stream now, which miraculously began livening the air. ‘My lord will come Gary, when you most need it. He will come when you least desire it.’ Mala added.

Mrs. Gupta’s conundrums were beginning to take second place as Ariel’s long strokes started to enliven him. His desire was beginning to flow, as he was very aware that his physical captivity was only an apprentice to the greater sexual captivity of an enforced abstinence. Mala began to tousle his ...