Puppeteer, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Puppeteer, Chapter 1

This story owes its inspiration to the short story “Wine of the Dreamers,” by John D. MacDonald, which I highly recommend, although this X-rated story is entirely the product of my own twisted mind.

Puppeteer

Chapter 1

I felt the familiar disorientation as I jacked into the system, and then the rush of not-quite motion as the machine zeroed in on the location I had pre-set. Pre-sets helped if you knew where you were going, but only so far; they still left you with a couple of square kilometers of territory in the zone. Fortunately, I knew where I was headed, so it only took a few moments to zero in on the building in the warehouse district. Neighborhood notwithstanding, this particular building housed a dance club, popular with the young, the beautiful, and the rich. Once I had focused the system on the club, I spent several minutes surfing consciousnesses, searching for a suitable host. I didn’t want to spend too much time, since the system would disengage me if I didn’t find a host in the set time, and I hated to go through the whole log-in process all over again.

Fortunately, I found the perfect subject after only a few minutes. She was young, probably very early 20s. She had a killer body, slim, but with feminine hips to contrast with her small waist. Her ample breasts were probably size C+, with firm, prominent nipples. She obviously knew she was hot, and dressed to flaunt her body: four-inch stiletto sandals, a strapless black minidress, and a haircut that ...

... left her silky chestnut hair a couple of inches off her bare shoulders. Although the dress had just enough stretch to hug her body, the fabric was unforgiving in that she had to leave the upper curves of her breasts, and cleavage, partly exposed in order to keep the lower hem a couple of inches below her crotch. A black thong panty covered her sex, guarding against inadvertent exposure.

The package alone was sufficient for my purposes, but what made this subject perfect was the psychology I sensed when I first surfed her mind. Despite her impressive physical attributes, and her clear intent to flaunt them with her choice of outfit, I could tell that the subject’s sexual readiness did not extend beyond the tease; at her core she was ultimately very reserved, indeed almost timid. This was going to be fun.

I engaged the puppeteer system and settled into her mind. At first, I spent a few minutes riding in the background, as an observer, and getting comfortable with the contours of her consciousness. Then I delved deeper, asserting active control. I could have exercised complete mastery, pushing the subject’s consciousness below the threshold of awareness, but it was more fun, especially with this subject, to leave her fulling aware, yet helpless to control what was happening.

My first act once in control was to reach under the hem of (my) dress and hook the straps of my panties, crouching to pull them down my legs and step out of them. I was in a relatively dark corner of ...