Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... people... Sleepwalking I mean. Like, I'm not gonna get hit by a bus. I 'see' where I am and all, but I... It just... takes over kinda. I see myself but I'm not... I'm not really in charge anymore. I say things. I do things. But its not really me... It's..."

Claire's eyes were looking inside herself again, moved through some interior place, seeking the truth of herself like an object of some kind in a dark room. She had to concentrate; had to get hold of it so she could bring it back and show it to Mr. and Mrs. Lester in the light.

"It's not my cunt. Right" speaking again, firm, but still more to herself than to the Lester's. "That's not the right thing... the right place I mean. It's higher. Like someplace just behind my belly button, but deep. It just kind of takes over and all it wants... everything it does.. I do... It makes me do... it's all about... It just wants cockinside me. It won't let go of me untilit gets fucked. It terrifies me Sir. It's why... it's why Ted took so many precautions to make sure I'd always have cock. He had to make sure... He had to... I had to have a defense Sir. Some way to keep control. Bad things... It doesn't care what it does... It makes me do bad things."

Mr. Lester held Claire's head steady, considering. He'd not really doubted her on this matter, but he'd wanted to actually see it in action.

"Its OK Claire. You're safe here. I wanted you to go 'squirrelly'. I needed to see this for myself. It's the real reason I've denied you ...

... any penetration. Yes, you needed to heal, but really, I just wanted the opportunity to meet this "other you" so I've intentionally starved you so to speak. She and I are going to play awhile before you get anymore cock.

Claire blinked in stunned amazement.Boy didn't I call that one! Not orgasm denial. Cock denial! He's... he's...

Claire suddenly realized she didn't really know what Mr. Lester was going to do. Claire had never gone any significant length of time in her "other" place. The few times it had ever happened "it" had gotten her laid and she'd come back into herself. The night in the cemetery. The days until Ted got back when she was barely holding on. She'd never considered being kept... hungry... on purpose. And she had no idea what it would be like... being a hungry... slave... not free to find cock.

My God! How long? What's going to happen to... to "me"? Where am "I" going to go!? I got lost just now. I don't really remember where I was. My god, what's he going to do to "me"?

Mr. Lester suppressed a wolf's grin. He was watching her internal conversation like it was a movie; saw the rising panic as the implications of his plan began playing out in her head.

That's right Claire. You're going on a trip, aren't you? What do we think is behind Door Number 2, eh? This is going to be very interesting.

Lester looked up at his slave/wife and nodded curtly. Kay had reservations about this plan. Obviously, something very potent was at work in Claire. It had ...