Voyeur Encounter

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Carl was a rather successful entrepreneur and philanthropist. One year he decided he would operate a camp for special needs children to relieve their parents for a few weeks over the year. Outsiders chided Carl for using public budgetary funds to help sustain his own philanthropic ventures, though numerous others shrugged off the use of funds for private gain. He brushed off the comments and thought to himself “I’m doing something good, and good doesn’t come free.”

The vision he had seen placed multiple children together, both with and without special needs, to create a necessary socialization and ultimately help shift the surrounding culture. He envisioned the beach, the coast line, baseball, soccer and other activities in which the camp participants could experience other special needs lives, but also socialize with their “normal” peers. He believed the socialization structure would not only help children with disabilities, but also improve the outlook and mitigate the teasing from their peers. The philanthropist thought “if you could place two people with vastly different experiences together, they would begin to understand one another.”

Funding was sought for the project, but largely failed as there was no true “business opportunities” therein. No advertising, no selling products directly to parents, no hooking kids on utilities. The camp was not envisioned to indoctrinate the youths, rather to provide true experiences with one another. The failed business methodology melted the funding opportunities faster than climate change and icebergs in the Arctic.

The expectations of Carl were rather unseemly such that he met with parents for weeks to learn all of the “ins and outs” of the children for which he would ultimately be held responsible. He learned that Sam had a peanut allergy while Arlyn constantly rocked because of over stimulation. Melinda, which her parents called “Mel” in short, was non-verbal but able-bodied in just about every other way. Kenneth had epilepsy and couldn’t watch movies with rapidly changing contrasts, though each had medication to mitigate concerns.

Jean was a teen who had spent her life in various types of wheelchairs, of which some resembled straight jackets to Carl. Her motor control lacked and required appropriate restraints at all times, which included the night. She also had trouble speaking, though practiced individuals could understand her. Jean, Carl thought, would be a very difficult camper as she required twenty-four hour care to ensure she didn’t hurt herself or others.

The first week’s participants had been lined up and cleared with parents. Volunteer counselors with ages roughly the same as the campers had been contacted and secured. The appropriate insurance forms had been signed and dated and the camp was ready to operate. The final step was to ensure the cook, nurse, and other staff help would be available as they had promised.

Carl had met some of the camp’s staff through his friend which had been a participant in a similar camp in years prior. The staff were no stranger to the setup and operation of such volunteer-based peer counseling for each of the campers. The cook and nurse, however, had not been interviewed yet.

Carl had heard of some amazing camps operated which had volunteered their time and taking in just enough money to ensure the children (and volunteers) were all fed, housed, and nursed for insurance reasons throughout the duration. He contacted one which had previously gone “belly up” because of state budget reductions and asked if he could have the number of their previous cook and nurse. While he did not get the number, the owners of the camp took his number and promised to give the cook and nurse a call and relay Carl’s number if each was interested. Carl assured them everything was on the “up and up” and anxiously awaited for calls.

A few days later the cook called Carl in response to his inquiry with her previous camp. She said she was interested and wondered how the camp operated. He informed her it was a peer-based operation using volunteer high school students as counselors such that the high schoolers would both get credit for volunteerism for a noble cause and be exposed to individuals with disabilities about their own age. The campers received socialization by peers at about their same age. It was initially designed to provide both with an experience of socialization, and in some ways provided a “role reversal.”

The cook mentioned her interest and asked about the number of people required to serve and the duration of the camp. Carl informed her it would be roughly six weeks and she would be paid for her services. The woman on the other side offered her services on a volunteer basis for the duration of the summer, provided she was satisfied with the camp’s operation in person. In the event she was unsatisfied, the camp would be forced to pay.

After a week without receiving a call from the previous nurse, Carl discovered the camp he had contacted never notified their nurse of his call. Initially, Carl was perturbed, but he later found out the nurse had not been optimal for the previous camp, and for legal reasons they declined to state the nurse’s short comings. (However, they chose to not contact the nurse because they feared liability if the new camp hired a “known dumbass.”) Carl searched for a new nurse while just two weeks remained before the first camper arrived.

Carl placed an advertisement in the local circulation for local registered nurses which would have been willing to take a couple weeks off for a camp for children with disabilities, which included pay. Three nurses responded, which was coincidental given the close timeline. Each noted they had two weeks vacation coming up and sought to work during that time. He lined up each nurse with a two week allotment after discovery of any time constraints due to events within the nurses’ personal lives.

The volunteers and staffers all met the Sunday prior to the initiation, as the rules and codes of conduct were explained for campers and counselors. Carl and the cook met at the meeting and immediately had things to talk about. He had been the least senior or “new guy” volunteer chaperon the year before. Though Sheila was technically given a “meal preparation” title, she also attended the volunteer meeting and understood, interacted, helped the kids, and vice versa. The kids helped with dishes and simple tasks during meal preparation. She was the de-facto “new guy.”

Sheila used the first week to get acquainted with everyone at the camp and learned a bit about their respective personalities. The second week was spent on the nuances of each’s role within the camp, like the serious owner, the sexually charged nurse, the often crass senior volunteer and soft-spoken Carl. The third week Sheila developed a repertoire as the only female in a rather brutish camp run almost exclusively by males.

Carl and Sheila talked about more personal issues as time progressed, including relationships, family life, work and even flirted with one another. Throughout their time together, she made off-handed remarks about a massage Carl had offered on a couple of occasions. Then, it happened; she overtly suggested to Carl, in front of a group of staff that Carl meet her in the shower for a rendezvous. Carl blew it off as she had previously joked and flirted, but he thought in-depth about capitalizing on her comment. He went to bed that night and thought about her suggested meet up and devised a plan to figure out, with a conclusive answer, whether she intended to put her money where her mouth was.

Carl awoke the next morning and completed his morning chores and decided a test of Sheila’s resolve was appropriate. Sheila had finished her own breakfast duties and she ran into Carl around the cabins where the had talked regularly. He asked if she had time to talk in private for a few minutes, she agreed though had become visibly concerned as he lead her into his cabin. They walked into a cabin outfitted with a single bunk bed set and a regular single bed. He motioned for her to sit on the single bed and sat himself on the lower bunk of the set. He begun to put his plan into motion.

“Do you trust me,” as he started the conversation.

“Yes, of course” as she scoffed at his question, which suggested her pal at camp had asked a silly question.

“No, I mean do you really trust me?” He asked her in a tone that suggested she could seriously consider her answer.

The question gave her pause as she knew the question implicitly suggested something more than just words, also actions. She became uneasy as she was unsure of how to answer.

“I … I think so.” She crafted her response to give her some leniency as she had not yet understood the reasoning behind the question.

“We’ve talked about a massage and after last night’s comment it became real. I wasn’t sure if the talk of a massage was just flirtatious, or something to be acted upon. I would like to provide a fantastic experience, but to do so, I need you to trust me completely. I don’t mean trust as in ‘I trust you to give me a massage,’ I mean a deeper trust with your mind, body and soul. For this to work, I need to know you are prepared to trust me on a deep and profound level in ways you may not have before.” He stared at her in an attempt to gauge her response. He thought to himself, “I may as well go for it.”

Carl stood up from his position on the lower bunk bed and told her to stand up. She reluctantly stood and stared at him in wonder. Carl remained still and said “come here.” She slowly walked over to him and stood a couple of feet away. Still motionless, he said “closer.” She stood against him unsure of his intent. He removed her glasses and placed them on the top bunk. He once again stated “closer.” She began to move her face closer to his, but stopped as they could feel one another’s breath. “Closer,” he repeated a final time. Their lips touched as they looked into each other’s eyes, but they did not kiss.

Carl spoke as his lips rubbed back and forth over hers. “When I said ‘trust’, I meant it. It is important you are able to avail yourself completely without reservation nor hesitation. It is imperative, because an absent mind will not allow the body to reach its full potential. I need you to utilize everything in the toolbox for this experience to be pleasurable.”

She got a rather hesitant look in her eyes as she was unsure of his intent, what he would ask, say or do. “Now,” he continued, “this is an exercise in anticipation.” Their lips kept rubbing together as he spoke. “We both know what should occur considering our relative proximity to one another. However, before we move forward, I need to know an unequivocal trust and you want to move forward without pressure from me. You will be asked to do things which may leave you feeling uncomfortable, vulnerable or exposed. This is the trust I was talking about. You need to know, from me, that I would never hurt you for the sake of doing so, however you will need to do what I say.”

She begun to tremble as she inhaled sharply and eyes grew wide. She continued to listen rather than move away. Carl knew he had piqued her interest.

“I don’t want you to feel coxed, uncomfortable, or pressured in any way. Those feelings, in of themselves, will not allow you to leave your inhibitions at the door and experience everything in full. I know I’ve said a lot and wanted to give you a preview as to what you can expect, because you will have a decision to make and shouldn’t do so without an idea of what you’re getting into. Put your hands over your head and interlace your fingers.”

He pulled his face away from hers and kissed her neck ever so softly. His method of bodily kissing involved a relatively dry lick followed by a soft kiss. It left her skin dry, with an unnoticeable moistness which provided no visible traces, but was remembered as soon as air passed over. He continued to kiss her neck, and slowly moved over to her shoulder, then down to her upper chest. Carl stopped before he reached her breast, but continued to kiss following her cleavage. She begun to moan but attempted to withdraw her utterances as she did not wanted to convey her pleasure to Carl. She remembered a decision in her near future and did not want to provide any inclination as to her leanings.

As he reached the area between her breasts with his kisses, he used his finger to hook around her dress and bra strap and gently pulled downard. Carl looked up into her face as she strained to keep her eyes closed, though he had not pulled her clothing far enough to expose her breasts. He softly kissed the area between her breasts and slowly allowed the clothing return to its previous position. She breathed a sigh of relief, however still kept her eyes tightly shut. He continued to follow the curve of her left breast with kisses and then up to her shoulder and then made his way to her neck. He kissed her softly a few times across her upper chest after having followed the curve of her breasts. He moved to the opposite side of her neck and delicately kissed up its side before he gently nibbled on her ear lobe.

Carl returned his face in front of hers, as they had been previously positioned. Her eyes were still closed, however the strained closure had disappeared. Her mouth was agape and her fingers remained interlocked across the top of her head. She slowly closed her mouth and opened her eyes. Carl said, in a soft voice, “rest your left leg on the frame of the bunk bed. here’s where hte trust exercises begin. Do not move your hands.”

Carl started kissing down the front of Sheila’s neck down the middle of her chest, and once again pulled her dress and bra to kiss between her breasts. The clothing was allowed to slowly constrict its way back into place as it had done prior. He then dropped to a single knee and softly kissed and licked the back of her calf while he made his way north. He stopped to lick the back of the knee joint, to which she giggled and said “that tickles!” He told, in a whisper, to relax and feel the sensations. He licked the back of her knee once again and she let out a soft moan. He slowly bunched up her dress above her leg as he kissed and licked her lower thigh. He continued his way up as he kissed her and bunched her dress until the top of her underwear was visible.

He paused for a moment, with a smile on his face, and whispered to himself “Beautiful — Absolutely gorgeous.” He kissed her at the top of her sensitive area through the fabric. Carl stood up and once again returned his lips to hers, but did not kiss her.

Sheila’s face had lost color while her eyes once again strained to stay shut and her breathing became deeper. Her chest and shoulders had a slight crimson tint. “You can put your leg down now, and if you want to let your arms rest by your sides, that’s okay as well.” She relaxed her strained eyelids, but continued to take deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes, and as she relaxed her breathing lessened. Carl talked once again.

“I know this experience had been a little overwhelming, but I don’t want you to feel pressured whatsoever. So, go ahead and take a shower and relax a little bit. Think about what just happened and whether or not you would like to move forward. If you choose to move forward, this is just the beginning. I can promise it will get better, but only if you completely trust me.” He continued, “the mind is the largest sexual organ and will either take you to new levels or make things as unpleasant as humanly possible. I want you to be comfortable and let yourself go, completely. However, if you feel your mind or body cannot do that, for any reason, this foray ends here and now.”

He repeated himself, “So, go take a shower and it will give you time to think about everything and make a decision. If your decision is to stop things, the shower will serve to remove any remnants of our activities and ‘clean the slate’ both mentally and physically. If your decision is to continue, then the shower will allow us to move forward. If you decide to stop things, it will be a clean break. I will not speak of this to anyone, including you, and things between us will go as if this never occurred. I will also go take a shower and return to this room. Whether or not you choose to come back here after your shower, an answer will be provided to me. If you decide to return, more instructions will follow.”

Sheila slowly nodded without taking her eyes off Carl’s. The close proximity allowed Sheila to purse her lips and she grabbed a quick kiss before she turned and left the room. Carl gathered some clean clothes, his bag of toiletries and headed off to the showers.

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Carl returned to his room after the shower and decided to read for the next hour while he waited for Sheila. He had brought a spy novel with him so he would have something to do during the down times of camp. It provided alone time and relaxation after both long and boring days. Carl was reading the inevitable part where the spy confronts the man who attempted kill him when his room door slowly opened following a light knock. The camp owner came down to see if Carl was feeling okay, because Carl was usually out and about with campers. Carl responded that everything was fine and he just wanted to catch up on some reading while there was down time among the campers. The owner asked what he was reading and Carl started to explain the fictional spy novel when a counselor yelled for the owner’s help. The owner said “Well, I’m glad everything’s going okay and it’s nothing out of the sort! Apparently Michael’s having trouble with his medication, so I’ll leave you be.” The owner exited and closed the door behind him while Carl got back to reading.

Hours later, which seemed like only a few minutes to Carl, Sheila knocked on his door. She seemed a little distraught and he asked what was wrong. “I thought about it and wanted to come back down after the shower, but got caught up in preparation for lunch and couldn’t. When I didn’t see you at lunch, I knew something was wrong.” Carl asked what time it was and learned he had become enveloped in his book and read for more than three hours. He calmly told her that everything was fine and he did not realize how much time had passed. He was unaware of lunch and simply didn’t partake because of his reading. She let out a sigh of relief and took a seat at the foot of the bed.

Carl could tell she wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. He waited as she mumbled incoherently to herself trying to develop her thoughts into a tangible sentence. Eventually she said “I’m just going to come right out and say it. I have had some bad experiences in the past with partners and trust. It has not always been easy for me to trust new men who might have ulterior motives in mind after a long-term relationship left me rather estranged. That said, I want you to know the passion and restraint you showed earlier has led me to believe you’re different. Much different. You moved very quickly, which I thought I might have to stop, but then you stopped. It was something I’ve never experienced before. The way you explained how this was more about me and my feelings toward activities, and without that, there was no point in continuing. That gave me a sense of control about if and how this would continue. You also gave me the opportunity for a graceful and peaceful exit without feeling like I was in any danger, sexually or otherwise. I really admired that.”

“So, what are you telling me?” he asked, half knowing the answer.

“Well, I’m not sure I can give myself to you completely in the way that you suggested. For me, trust takes time. However, I think I can do this but be gentle,” she said.

“Of course. If I were interested in my own satisfaction, I would have taken it earlier. This really is about you and your ability to temporarily set your inhibitions aside. If you can do that, this will be fun,” he responded.

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“You said you would explain more if I decided to come back. What more is there?” she wondered.

“If you don’t think you’re up to it, maybe it’s best we forget this morning and stop at this conversation instead of going through with action” he said.

She took a few deep breaths to relax and then said “I can do this.”

“Okay, if you’re sure! Let me explain some things. I mentioned your mind and the ability to completely trust me. That was not without reason or merit. The premise behind trust is you will do things you never thought you’d do. Things which you may have wanted to try, but never actually did. It could be something as innocent as leaving the bathroom door unlocked as you shower to something as sinister as public sex in broad daylight.”

She listened intently as he spoke and slowly gained the confidence Carl projected on her.

“When I said you have to trust me, that meant you will trust me with everything. You must trust that I will not intentionally let you get hurt, and I mean that. But make no mistake, when I ask you to do something, I’m really telling you to do it with no questions asked.” His tone of voice went from soft and sincere to much more direct and assertive. “If I told you to rub yourself to orgasm right now, you would have no reservations about doing so. For the purposes of these escapades, I own you.”

Her eyes grew wide as she took a deep breath, and simply nodded her head once. “I trust you. I have no reason not to. Earlier you looked out for my interests with great care and provided me with both an exit and a decision as to whether I wanted to continue things. I could have decided otherwise, and…”

“I’m not done,” he said as he interrupted her.

“Oh!” She believed he was finished at the end of his previous statement.

“Your mind needs to be just as involved with this process as your body. That is very important. Whenever I touch you, you will explain to me what I am doing and how it feels. You will think about what you’re feeling and think about how the same action would feel on different areas of your body. If I was to kiss you on your neck, you might say something like ‘that was soft, moist and delicate. It felt good.’ You would also think about how that same kiss might feel on other parts of your body, like the shoulder, chest, stomach, legs, thighs, back, butt, etc. I need you to explain to me how the same kiss would feel in other areas. Would it be the same soft and sensual kiss, or would it carry increased sensitivity due to the area it was placed? This is a crucial part of your experience as it ensures your mind is engaged in the process and well aware of what is happening to the body. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she responded.

“Is there anything I need to know from you? Fears, phobias, likes, dislikes, etc?” He asked to get an idea of activities she may hate to love.

“It will take a little time to get used to. I hesitate because of some of the implications of what you’ve said. I know the situation you presented is only an example of my submissiveness, but those aren’t the only situations available. That is a little disconcerting,” she said.

“I know it will take time, but it is important. We’ll do this in steps.” His tone returned to be soft and concerned. “I’m not going to toss you to the proverbial wolves. We’ll start with some smaller things so you can build the trust necessary.” Sheila gained confidence in her decision to continue with Carl as he appeared to have put some thought into his project, even if she didn’t.

She asked if there was more and if he was done, he responded there was nothing more. “Oh,” Carl said as he stood up in front of Sheila. “Stand up,” he said in an excited tone. She quickly stood as his tone indicated she should. He softly kissed her neck as he had done earlier in the day. After the second kiss, Sheila had not made a sound. Carl reminded her of their agreement that she would explain what she was feeling. “Those kisses are to die for, not too wet, not too dry, leaving a heightened sense of awareness of the skin underneath them. I can feel your breathing over the areas you’ve kissed and it is incredible. My nipples are sensitive right now, and I’m sure those same kisses would be out of this world. Or, down my sides.” Carl ignored her suggestion, but was glad she was imagining the feeling, and kissed down the middle of her chest, down her stomach over her clothing, and motioned to put her foot on the frame of the bed as he had done earlier. This time he ruffled up her dress in his hand and then gently moved her hand to hold up her own dress for his pleasure.

He kissed up her other leg, as he had done earlier in the day, and made sure to make a stop behind her knee. This time she did not jump at the sensation. Her breathing got deeper as he gently kissed his way toward her underwear. “Oh my god, I can’t wait for you to do that thing to my clit,” she muttered under her breath not realizing Carl could hear her.

Carl gently kissed the very soft and sensitive areas atop Sheila’s thighs where the seams of the leg holes in her underwear laid to rest. He hooked his finger in the front of her underwear and pulled downward as he had done earlier with her bra and dress. She took a deep breath and uttered “I can’t believe I’m allowing this” while she exhaled. The area just above her lips came into view and he placed a soft and relatively wet kiss just above her most sensitive of regions. He slowly and carefully placed her underwear as if undisturbed, but carefully avoided the moist kiss he’d left her. He stuck out his tongue, slowly and softly licked the length of her slit over the fabric, and noticed a slight wetness showing through. He blew on her through her underwear and she unintentionally lunged forward. He’d hit a button and he knew it.

Once he was finished, he stood up and pushed her leg off the bed frame as her dress dropped down, and turned her around to face the bed. “Put your forearms against the mattress,” he whispered in her ear. She bent over and held herself up with her hands. “I said put your *forearms* against the bed,” he barked. She bent over further to meet his demand. He once again ruffled her dress and placed it just above the small of her back. She became nervous as she felt his roaming her back side without so much as a word. He slowly pulled down her underwear to expose an inch of her ass crack. He groaned in delight. He kissed a half moon around the top of her crack and then left a significantly wet lick and kiss at the top of her crack. He repositioned her underwear careful not to disrupt the remnants he’d left.

Carl stood back up and placed his hands on her hips and imagined what it would be like to enter her. He did not make any motions, rather reveled in the idea. “Stand up and turn around,” he told her. She obliged and he placed his lips against hers once again. “Now, I’m done,” he said mischievously. “I believe it’s getting close to dinner time and I’m sure there are some hungry people waiting.”

“Seriously!?! You’re an asshole; you know that, right?” she playfully responded.

“Yes.” He smiled and continued, “you are not to finish what I’ve started. Hands off. Do not touch.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she said as she rolled her eyes, turned and left.

Carl thought about how Sheila would be teased without divulging the information to campers or staffers about her seduction. He thought about what would drive her up the wall and made her hell-bent on release. He waited about twenty minutes before he wandered his way up to the camp’s kitchen.

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Carl wandered into the kitchen as Sheila sliced tomatoes. The night’s menu was “Mexican” with tacos, burritos, tostadas and more. She ordered a couple of counselors to stir beans, meat and slice lettuce. When she looked at Carl, the frustration of meal preparation did not change. He said “not a good time? Is there anything I can do to help?” She looked at him with increased frustration signaling he should not frustrate her sexually, but then nodded her head toward the sink full of cookware. Carl tossed a towel over his shoulder and scrubbed the preparation cookware. Sheila was visibly perturbed, but her tone with the counselors seemed to calm when Carl assumed the dish station. As meal time got closer, counselors left the kitchen to prepare campers for dinner by taking them to the bathrooms for hand washing.

After the kitchen had cleared, Carl said in a matter of fact tone, “You think I didn’t want to finish what I’d started? Part of the exercises are about anticipation and thinking about how good it will feel in the future. I want you to think about when you get your release and all the pent up aggression. Have you heard the saying ‘good things come to those who wait?’ That is because when everything is just handed to you, you can’t appreciate the anticipation. After it’s done, it’s done. It becomes a rather disappointing situation. When I told you to trust me earlier, this is what I meant. You need to know I’m not intentionally screwing with you for the fun of it. There is a point, and you will get release.”

Sheila responded as if her will had been broken. “I know, I know. However, getting worked up sucks when there’s no end in sight,” she said in a conciliatory tone.

“I will make it well worth your while, I promise. Don’t look at the situation as if you’re constantly worked up and looking for release, that will only disappoint you. Consider how that release will come about, what feelings you will have prior to that, what will be done to you to make that release come to fruition.” Carl dried his hands and walked up next to Sheila and lightly touched the small of her back.

Carl made sure to touch her just above her crack, where he had kissed her earlier, in the very sensitive spot. She immediately responded with “Oh, wow.” “Remember, there are many areas of your body which I have not explored, some of which are sensitive and can be stimulated. Think about what it would feel like if I licked and kissed those areas … not about your frustration. He removed his hand from her back and threw his dish towel back over his shoulder and went back to work. Campers and counselors shortly thereafter funneled through the kitchen to obtain the night’s eatery.

Everyone had their fill and Sheila left the kitchen as it was time for counselors to do clean up, however Carl had done most of it prior to the serving of dinner. The extra food was to be moved to containers and the pots and pans were to be washed. Sheila had gone to her cabin while Carl stayed and helped clean for several minutes before wandering down to her cabin.

Carl wandered past her cabin to his own to grab a couple of items, namely a towel, feather and glass for ice. He walked back to the kitchen to overtly fill his glass with ice and put in very little water. He meandered back to her cabin and walked in without so much as a knock and closed the door behind himself. She laid on her bed, head propped up by pillows, and played solitaire on her iPad with an almost empty wine glass on the rickety table next to her bed. He noticed an uncorked, nearly full, bottle of wine on the table next to the wine glass. He set the items he’d brought on the floor next to the bed. He grabbed the iPad and tossed it onto her bag of clothes. He told her to stand up, which she promptly did. He slowly removed her glasses from her face, folded in the arms and set them on the table next to the bed. He grabbed the towel he’d brought and laid it across her bed.

“Turn around, arms to your sides, but not tightly enough to hold your dress should I allow it to fall,” he said in a demanding demeanor. He ran his hands across the shoulder straps which held her dress. He began to kiss her neck, upon which she leaned her head the opposite direction. She moaned and told him what she wanted. “I want to feel your kisses on my breasts, nipples, stomach and pussy. I want you to do what you do to my whole body.” Carl grasped each of her dress straps in his hands and carefully slid them from her shoulders. Sheila tensed up and clamped her arms to her sides in anticipation of Carl dropping her dress. He stopped kissing her neck and shoulders and said “Remember what I said about trust? This is one of those times. I had no intention of dropping the dress, however your reaction says you might not be as ready as you thought.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she responded.

He started in an understanding tone, “Don’t be sorry, that’s why I did it. Small steps.” His tone became markedly more stern, “Now, I’m going to turn around and you’re going to take off your dress and lay down on the towel over the bed. You will put your hands by your sides, or under your chin, the choice is yours as to which is more comfortable. You may move your arms from one position to the other, but you will not touch yourself or me for that matter. You will lay on the pillows you were using as a head rest to give your body a slight tilt toward the head.”

She seemed hesitant as she replied “Ar … Are you sure?”

Carl knew this was a large step for her and instead of saying “yes,” he asked if she would like more wine to take the edge off her nerves. She agreed and accepted the wine and sat on the bed next to him. He filled her glass and she promptly drank it while he drank straight from the bottle. He filled her glass once again and she took her time in finishing this glass. “What should I expect from this experience,” she asked.

He sat a minute and thought. “Freedom. I want you to experience you’ve likely not had before. The intense feeling of passion that bubbles over to the point your carnal instincts take over and you cannot help yourself. I want you to feel free to be who you are at an instinctual level. I want you to know what it feels like, and how your body will react, to such stimulation you become unable to verbalize. Your words become mutters, your eyes roll back in your head and the only form of communication you can manage is to tap on your thigh to signal ‘enough.’ I want you to reach a level you never could have imagined … the release of a sexual animal the likes of which have not been seen before.”

He continued, “it’s important you experience something like that at least once in your life. It will help you to understand the potential of body and mind in concert with one another. It will also help in understanding the potential of your future partners, should you decide to give the appropriate training and time. I want to help you realize, but you need to have complete trust in me.”

“I understand the wariness, given the past, as well I would be skeptical of what I’m saying if I were you. I absolutely understand the reality of what you must be feeling. That is why I had no intention of dropping your dress, it was more to check the readiness of your mind. However, you’ll also eventually need to learn to trust someone. It may not be me, but it will happen.”

Sheila had certainly never experienced what he described, however she open to the idea. Most of her prior partners had been selfish with regard to the bedroom and often left her feeling unfulfilled and even “used” at times. She was both excited and terrified at the prospects of Carl’s description; someone who looked out for her interests. Her nerves calmed as the wine got into her system. She finally said “Okay, I’m ready.”

Carl stood and faced away from Sheila as she undressed to her bra and underwear. He sensed she attempted to cover her body if he were to unexpectedly turn around. He did not. She laid with her head turned to the side toward him along with her arms at her sides and eyes wide open. She took a couple of dep breaths before saying “Okay, you can turn around.”

He hesitated for a moment before saying “As soon as I turn around, you’re in this for the long haul. Are you sure you want to do this? At this point I will punish you for not listening to what I say when I say it. No more tests to see if you’re ready. You will obey me.”

She breathed deep once again and said “I’m ready.” Carl knew she was not ready, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. It was the wine talking.

Carl turned around and gathered his feather and glass of water to place on the unstable concoction next to the bed. He started with the feather as he slowly and gently brushed it across her neck. She moaned and said “across my neck, and later across the tops of my shoulders. That feels really good.” “How would it feel,” he asked. “The tops of my shoulders are sensitive, the area between the collar bone is more sensitive. The light feather across would both tickle and leave a heightened awareness.”

He ignored her suggestion and asked where she was being touched, then promptly ran the feather along the underside of Sheila’s arm. She said she had not realized her underarms were sensitive. Sheila relaxed and sank into her position on the bed. Carl told her to keep her eyes closed from that point on. She was to experience his actions through her skin rather than a visual from her eyes.

Carl knelt beside the bed so Sheila would be unable to determine where he touched by shifts in his weight, or the feeling of movement. He moved slowly as to not give any indicators as he touched, and to ensure she used her senses. He wanted her mind to race from both real and imagined feelings, it helped to engage her mind. Carl ran the feather just to the right of her spine as she told him exactly where it was and its tickling properties. However, it felt exquisite in other places.

After a few minutes on her back, he moved the feather to her feet. He brushed it across the arch of her right foot as she yelped at the unexpected touch. Carl whispered “try to relax and just experience the sensations.” The whisper had a calming effect which stopped the jumping from a tickling feeling. He ran the feather across the sensitive spot behind the bend of her knee and she let out the slightest moan. He kissed the area as he had her neck, chest and shoulders. She had not moved; completely relaxed. She was his to do with what he chose. He continued to run the feather over miscellaneous parts of the right side of her body for a few more minutes. She stayed quiet and concentrated on the feather.

He whispered and asked whether she was still awake, and she grunted as if to say “yes.” Carl moved to the other side of the bed for an invocation of the same feelings. He unhooked her bra and let the back strap fall to either side of her body, and then kissed where the strap had resided. He placed a few more kisses on either side of her spine and her side. She laid motionless.

Carl returned to the feather and asked where it was touching her, though it wasn’t. She thought for a few seconds and said she couldn’t feel it. He told her to concentrate and then placed the stalk of the feather between his finger tips and slowly moved it between her legs and ran it across her covered slit. “Oh, that feels amazing,” she said while not exerting too much effort on her voice. He put the feather aside and decided to grab a piece of ice from the cup he’d brought with him and squeezed it over her upper back. The ice dripped onto her shoulders and ran down the middle of her back and eventually down her sides. He moved the ice droplets down the sides of her back, aiming so half would run down her sides and the other half down the middle of her back.

She laid still, but remained awake and aware of the water droplets that ran across her body. The water was free to act on its own, choose its own path, which left her wondering where the next droplet would hit and its next path toward its destiny … the towel. The wetness the water had left in its wake caused the movement of air, particularly Carl’s breath, to have a profound cooling and sensitizing effect on her skin. It was used to tease her skin in many places simultaneously.

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The small streams of water on her skin gave Carl the opportunity to softly blow and give Sheila a minor shock. “Who knew something as simple as water … could be so devious,” she said as she sank into the towel. He leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “right now, you don’t move a muscle unless I tell you it’s okay.”

He looked for some material to cover her as she turned over. He grabbed a blanket from a secondary bed in the room and figured it was good enough. He draped the blanket over her and told her to turn over. Her previous, seemingly vegetative, state was ruined as she opened her eyes and rolled to her side and then onto her back underneath the blanket. She stared at Carl, trying to focus after a long period of closed eyes, to look for clues as to his intent. He gently moved each of her arms from her sides behind her head and then folded the blanket to cover her breasts, stomach and underwear. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead and whispered “trust me.” She relaxed into the bed and once again closed her eyes.

The feather was rediscovered as he softly ran it across the top of her chest, along her cheek and down the sides and front of her neck. She whispered, as a general statement, “you know, this had better end soon. My skin is on fire.” He snidely remarked in return, “I would hope so.” Carl continued teasing her with the feather along the underside of her arms while he located the cup of ice once again. He reached into the cup and pulled out a chunk between his index and middle finger in effort to be silent about what would soon hit her body. He held the ice above her chin and watched water collect as a droplet formed. It fell and hit directly below her chin and rolled down her neck and came to rest in the triangular area where her sternum, collar bone and trachea met. As Carl repositioned his hand into a cup below the piece of ice, to get a better grip, she moaned and he watched the puddle start to bounce around as the sound waves passed through. He repositioned the ice to drop just above her eye brow and let a few drops run backward into her hair and down her scalp. The next drops fell on the bridge of her nose and ran down around her eyes and past her temples. More fell on her cheeks and ran down underneath her earlobes and down her neck into the towel. The final two on her face fell on her jaw line and ran down around the back of her neck before absorption by the towel. Carl let eight additional drops fall on the undersides of her forearms and upper arms after the feather had previously left its mark.

As the droplets fell on her face, forehead and neck, Carl continued running the feather up and down her chest, following the cleavage lines, though avoided the loose bra straps from her unhooked but not removed clothing. “Arms straight out,” he said as she moved them from behind her head and held them so her bra could be removed. As her bra was removed, the rustle caused the blanket to expose Sheila’s right breast. Carl licked a circle around her areola before he gently kissed it as she slowly put her hands back behind her head. She groaned as he placed the feather on her chest and repositioned the blanket to cover her. “When will this end,” she managed to say. “Soon, baby, soon” as he reclaimed the feather.

Carl stood up and placed the ice back in the cup and used his free hand to grab the blanket and tossed it to the opposite side, leaving her completely exposed. He stared at her for a few seconds, which undoubtedly made Sheila a bit self-conscious. “Mmmm,” he softly moaned. He resumed his knelt position next to the bed and kissed the area below her neck where water had collected from the ice droplets. As he kissed the top of her chest, he used the feather to run circles around her breasts while he avoided her nipples. He continued with the feather down the middle of her stomach, around her belly button and around the sides as he kissed down the middle of her chest and down her stomach. “Fold your underwear down like I did earlier,” he told her as he placed the feather on the table and searched for a larger piece of ice in his cup.

He watched a rather large drop fall between her breasts and run down her stomach to her belly button. Another fell just to the left of the previous, which ran along the underside of her left breast, and another to the right which took a symmetrical path under her breast and down her side into the towel. She took a deep breath and waited for the next drop, which fell just below her belly button and ran down her stomach before absorption into her underwear. Another fell just to the right and rolled down her stomach, got caught in the valley created between her legs and pelvis, and ran down her side. The third took the same path down her left side.

Sheila started to wriggle and decided her arms would be best placed at her sides. “Frustrated,” Carl asked. “At this point, you don’t even have to touch me. I’m going to get release one way or another, just please hurry it up,” she said. “That’s where we want you,” he softly said as he let another drop fall on the top of her pelvis and run down into her underwear just above her clitoral hood. As the ice melted, Carl tossed it back into the cup and searched for a larger piece. He found it and held it above the valley created by her legs and squeezed which created drops at a faster rate. One down the left leg, along the side of her most sensitive of areas, the next down the right. Carl alternated the position of the drops between legs until they made their way through to the towel below. Sheila was visibly aroused, aside from the moisture left by the drops between her legs, she had grown rather fond of Carl’s ministrations as demonstrated by a small wet spot in the middle of her underwear.

Carl sped up the process, squeezing the ice over each leg as drops landed one after the other and rolled down the sides into the towel. The large piece of ice quickly disappeared under his squeeze, so he grabbed another. He figured he would allow five drops to roll on each side of her thigh, as too many drops inoculated the skin’s receptors and too little left large swaths untouched. After his twenty drops had been released across both her upper and lower legs, he gently lifted each leg by her ankle and licked the underside of her knee.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m going to get release right now,” she barked. Carl immediately created a protective cup over her crotch with his hand and leaned toward her ear. “You don’t do anything without my approval,” he whispered.

Carl removed his hand, got up and knelt between her legs. He bent over and licked and kissed her pelvis, just above her hood. He hooked his fingers in her underwear and slightly tugged. She lifted her hips and he started to remove her underwear. She laid back on the bed and straighted her legs so he could pull them all the way to her ankles before he unhooked them from her right foot. He kissed his way down her thighs once again and laid down between her legs. He put a little pressure on the insides of her thighs signaling to her they should be spread apart as far as was comfortable. He licked and softly kissed in the valleys between her legs and pelvis. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as she said “Oooohhhh, that’s right.” He responded “mmmhmm” as he continuously licked and gently kissed her.

Then, he got up on his elbows and kissed his way up her abdomen, stomach and licked around with a soft kiss on each of her nipples. “Do that again,” she softly groaned. He looked at her and said “do you still trust me?” “Considering where you’re about to go, I couldn’t possibly say ‘no,'” as she smirked. Apparently she had become a comedienne in her spare time. “Good. I’m going to tell you this once, and only once. You will not cum in my face. Only dirty girls do that, and you’re not a dirty girl.” She took a deep breath and sighed.

Carl once again laid between her thighs and softly licked up each side of her slit. She uttered “oooohhhh, mmmyyy, that feels rrreeeaaallllllyyy good.” He licked her again right over the top, and placed an ever-so-light kiss on her hood. She sunk again into the towel and bed. He applied slightly more pressure with his next lick, which caused her to part. He readjusted himself between her legs and wrapped his arms around her thighs. He used his right hand to part her and met his friend. He dipped his tongue into the well of saliva in his mouth and ran it over her clit. “You’re really going to do this for me. Wow,” she said as she took a couple of deep breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Carl applied pressure with his other hand on her abdomen which put his tongue in constant and direct contact with her spongy g-spot. He slowly ran his tongue across it multiple times moving his face in and out as he did so. Carl thought “she tastes sweet and savory,” as he continued with his tongue. Her breathing suddenly quickened as she blurted out “you’re gonna make me cum, you’re gonna make me cum, you’re gonna make me cum” in an urgent, yet unready tone. He removed his tongue from her and kissed his way up her stomach and once again kissed her breasts. “You have to stop. Oh my god, you’re going to make me cum,” she whispered. “Trust me. Don’t you dare cum in my face. Do NOT cum in my face. You will pay for it when I hurt you very VERY badly,” he responded. She tensed up a bit at his forward and direct statement. She had second thoughts as he grabbed the cup of ice and returned between her legs.

He wrapped one arm around her thighs and used the other to gently press her other leg apart. He lightly kissed her clit and then sucked it into his mouth. His tongue violently and randomly lashed from all different directions. She moaned and said “ooohhh mmmyyyy gggoooddd.” As his tongue continued to work over her clit, he slowly inserted a finger and placed direct pressure on her spongy area and simultaneously applied pressure to her abdomen. She rocked her abdomen on his finger and ran her hands through her hair. She tilted her head back and placed her hands on his forearm wrapped around her thigh and pushed down as if to say “that’s too much,” though no words left her mouth. Carl sucked on her a little harder and moved his tongue back and forth, up and down, diagonally, in circles, and a mix-match of the aforementioned. He started to move his finger inside her, as she rocked, which increased the rubbing though it was no where near a furious pace. She pushed down harder on his forarm and gasped as if it was her first breath in hours.

Carl let her clit slip from his mouth through the suction. He whispered and once again reiterated, “don’t you dare cum in my face, not now, not ever.” She barked “you have to stop. you have to stop before you make me.” He once again sucked her clit back in his mouth and resumed his previous actions. After about thirty seconds, Sheila threw her head backward, arched her back and began to fervently and forcefully push on his forarm. He continued his finger and tongue’s relatively mild assault. Once she realized Carl ignored her actions, she decided to lightly tap on the back of his head to say “stop,” but he remained undeterred. As she neared the point of no return, she put her arms on the bed and pushed down and away in an attempt to pull herself from his mouth, however Carl tightened his arm’s grip on her thigh and did not let up.

She gasped and said “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” Carl moaned into her clit in a sound that resembled “nu-uh,” or “no,” as his lips were pursed against her clit and his tongue moved inside his mouth. She ran her hands through her hair, as she’d all but given up on getting Carl to stop, and prepared for the impending wave. She moved her arms to her sides and gasped one last breath and slammed her arms on either side of her body. Her head tilted back and her back arched. She started to convulse, shook her head side-to-side in a violent manner and alternated her pounding fists on the bed all the while not breathing. Carl released her clit from his mouth, only to have a piece of ice replace it. Her body stiffened like a board, as if she decide to “plank,” for several seconds before she passed out. Her body went limp and fell onto the bed as Carl tossed the piece of ice aside. She involuntarily gasped for air and took a number of deep breaths, though she was completely unconscious.

Carl remained between her legs and cupped her womanhood in his hand as he remembered how beautiful she looked as her body writhed in complete ecstasy. The convulsions from her stomach and chest, the rippling of her thigh muscles as she fought the urge to crush his head. The pounding of fists and shaking of head as she sought an outlet for the intense feelings. “Oh, my,” he thought. “Beautiful … just beautiful.” He slowly got up from between her legs and moved her arms to her sides and straightened out her legs, as the position she passed out would have left her in severe pain were she to have slept for hours. He covered her with the blanket, kissed her on the forehead and exited the room.

He stopped by his own room and grabbed his toothbrush, a wash cloth and some soap. He took it to the bathroom, cleaned up, and then went to visit with the campers and counselors around the camp fire. He stayed up after everyone had gone to bed while he reminisced over the pleasurable sight, and waited to see if Sheila would awake. She never did and Carl went to bed.

***

Carl woke up the next morning, got dressed and headed toward the kitchen for some breakfast. He meandered into the kitchen and found Sheila, alone, doing dishes. Though she had not noticed his entry, he asked “How did you sleep?” She jumped at the sound of his voice and placed the plate she had washed back into the sink. She walked over to him and kissed him before she slapped him across the face.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” she asked.

“Gave you what you needed,” he responded in a matter of fact tone.

“Why didn’t you come back out to the camp fire,” he quickly asked before she could get in another question.

“I was awake but I couldn’t move. My arms and legs were numb and would not work. I was so relaxed and I wanted to get up, but nothing seemed to work. I was fully conscious and aware of my surroundings … it was incredible, almost like an out of body experience. Anyway, I listened to the raucous crowd for a while before I fell asleep for the night,” she said.

“Good. It gave you time to think,” he said.

“Yes, it did, and it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. As it was happening, I was overloaded with sensations to the point I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t breath … all I could do to cope was to rock back and forth,” she exclaimed before her legs almost gave out as she relived the previous night.

“See, right there is the power of the mind. As you thought about it and remembered what happened, it was like you were in that moment again. That’s what I needed you to understand. If your mind is free enough, you can experience just about anything,” he said. “The water and feather helped to put your mind in a state of constant arousal, almost in a consistent state of anticipation. Your mind understood the good feeling after good feeling and thusly expected them to continue. It helped to make your body ‘fire on all cylinders,’ so to speak.” He continued, “Oh, by the way, you didn’t rock. You pounded the bed furiously before you went stiff and passed out.”

“Oh!” She blushed as she realized her memory was not how the events occurred.

“Either way, that was amazing.” A quizzical look crossed her face as she was afraid to ask. “You said I would pay for … Did I?”

“Yes and no. I said you would to increase your overall pleasure. It’s a psychological thing. When the brain knows the body is doing something it shouldn’t be, additional pleasure occurs. It’s similar to the rush received by kleptomaniacs as they steal items from stores. They know they are doing bad and that process, in of itself, gives them a high because they know it’s possible they’ll get caught and penalized. I wanted you to experience that same feeling of ‘doing bad’ when you knew you shouldn’t. I said you’d pay for it because the knowledge that you might get caught increases the pleasure of the act. I don’t know if you remember, but in the middle of your orgasm, I put a piece of ice against your clit. Normally, that would be horribly painful, but having it done at the right time will send a person into the stratosphere. So, you could say you did pay, but you also didn’t. In either case, I was extremely happy with the results.”

“You can say that again,” she said as she shuddered.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than you as you reached your goal. Absolutely fantastic,” he told her.

“Well, you weren’t supposed to see that,” she said as she blushed.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t get to witness the fruits of my labor. I would do it again just for that sight,” he reiterated.

“Remember when I told you that you needed to trust me? Do you understand why I told you that?” he asked.

Sheila took a deep breath and said as she exhaled, “Absolutely … Whew,” and shuddered one more time.

“Good. Think about all those feelings of being touched until our next meeting. Let’s see if we can get a repeat performance. Turn around.” He dropped to one knee, lifted her dress, slightly pulled her underwear down and left a very wet kiss on the top of her ass crack before carefully returning her underwear to its original position. He stood up, grabbed her shoulders, turned her to face him and kissed her gently on the top of the forehead. He grabbed a slice of fruit, cut a few hours before, and sauntered from the kitchen. As he made his way to the door, she said “You’re an ass, you know that, right,” in a semi-playful tone. He simply raised his middle finger over his shoulder as he left the kitchen. Sheila laughed to herself over his pompous attitude, though she was reminded of it every time a breeze passed through the kitchen for the next half hour.

***

The next few days had been relatively uneventful as campers and counselors played games on the camp’s grounds. Carl had thought how he would entice Sheila the next time they met. He brought his laptop to the one place on the camp’s grounds that received a wireless Internet signal. He did some research online and decided to purchase a variable speed remote egg vibrator for their next escapade. It was delivered to his house over the weekend as many campers and counselors cycled out for the next week’s group. He made the trip home for a single night and picked up the new toy, did some laundry, and thought about how it would be used.

***

Carl arrived at camp the evening after he’d left, which was after the new counselors had arrived, but prior to the arrival of new campers. Sheila had stayed as food was still needed for staff members and counselors. He stopped by his room and dropped of his bag of newly washed laundry and grabbed the egg before he headed to her room. As he approached her door, he did not give her the courtesy of a knock, and simply entered. She was startled and slammed her book shut at his entrance and said “You have a lot of nerve, don’t you?” He walked over to her bed and sat beside her without saying a word. He looked at the back cover of the book she was reading and slowly grabbed it and turned it over. “Fifty Shades of Grey.” Carl looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she pushed her chin into her chest and sensuously bit her lip and looked up at him with an “I got caught” face as it blushed.

“I’m glad to see you’re engaging your mind more than just your fingers,” he said. “But, that’s actually not why I stopped in. I brought you something you will use tomorrow,” as he pulled the egg from his pocket.

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“What’s that,” she asked.

“It’s a vibrator you will place inside. I will control its speed and intensity from a remote,” as he pulled the remote from his other pocket.

“Oh,” she said a little startled.

“You will put it in tomorrow before you leave to cook breakfast and you will leave it in all day. Do not wear underwear, which means you must have the self-control to hold it in. I hope you’ve been doing Kegel’s exercises, otherwise you’re probably in for an embarrassing mishap.” He kissed her on the forehead, stood up and said “Fifty Shades, ‘eh?” He smirked as he left her room.

***

Sheila woke up the next morning and grabbed a bag of clothes and toiletries. She tossed the egg in her bag and headed for the shower. As she washed her body, she wondered what the little thing might do and how it would be used by Carl. She got aroused and then forced her thoughts in a different direction as she did not want to get worked up too early in the day. She got out of the shower, toweled herself dry and remembered what he had said the night before. She put on her bra and let her dress drape over her body before she inserted the devil. She headed off to the kitchen for breakfast preparation.

She thought little about it as she prepared and cooked breakfast for the counselors and arriving campers. The head of the camp met with parents as they arrived with children and showed off the activities over the week as campers interacted with their peer counselors. Sheila finished cooking and served food to the campers that had arrived up to that point, with no sign of Carl. She wondered what he had up his sleeve.

She gathered a plate of food for herself and walked through the kitchen door to the dining area. After she entered the dining area, she scanned the room for Carl and found him sitting on the couch with a young camper on his lap who was watching cartoons on the television. He saw her enter in his peripheral vision, but glanced over to make sure it was her. She sat at the long wooden picnic table and started to eat.

As she ate, she watched Carl intently as he interacted with the six year old, though the child seemed to be a little antsy. He asked the young boy if there was something else on television he would rather watch, aside from Dora the Explorer. The child said he usually watched Scooby-Doo in the mornings and asked if that was on. Sheila loved to watch male figures interact with children as it showed a great deal of patience, caring and compassion. She continued to scoop scrambled eggs onto a piece of toast and take bites while ignoring the world around her as she stared at Carl and the boy in an almost lackadaisical state. She strained to hear the actual conversation but was able to make out the words “we can change the channel.”

Carl reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, but oddly familiar, device. As she took a bite, she recognized where she had seen it before. The night before. She immediately gasped, but accidentally sucked partially chewed food down her trachea. She coughed one time rather loudly but then stifled her subsequent coughs as she got herself under control. Carl heard Sheila cough, and knew why, but did not so much as glance in her direction. She stared coldly at Carl as she realized what was about to happen. As the two fidgeted with the remote, an unmistakable vibration started to whir in Sheila’s innards.

The boy took the remote from Carl’s hands as he was told to see if the channel would change. The young boy pointed the remote at the television and pressed the up button on the remote. Sheila felt the whir geta bit faster. The television did not change its channels and the child became a little frustrated and started pressing the up button to increase the speed while pressing the up button to increase the intensity. Sheila stared intently at what remained on her plate and tried to focus as the egg’s speed and intensity reached its maximum. She slowly chewed her food and tried to concentrate on anything other than the tornado beneath her dress. After what felt like an eternity, Carl took the remote from the child’s hands and slowed everything down to its slowest state without turning it off. Through half-closed eyes and a somewhat altered perception of reality, she heard Carl tell the boy “I’m sorry, buddy, it looks like the batteries in the remote are dead. Let’s see if we can find new ones.” The two remained seated for another minute before they stood up to locate non-existent batteries.

As soon as Carl stood, he turned off the egg and looked at Sheila, who had placed her chin in each of her palms which covered the lower half of her face like a mask. She took both her hands from her face and looked down at her plate as she scratched her temple with her middle finger. Carl knew the gesture was meant for him. He left to chase after the boy who sought to find a working remote or batteries. Sheila began to wonder how else Carl would use the device, or worse, make her watch unsuspecting individuals control the device inside her. She thought about it as she finished her breakfast, then clasped her palms together and rested her chin on top as she ignored the world around her.

Sheila began to feel an unmistakable moistness and quickly stood up to avoid it running down onto the back of her dress. She gathered her plate and fork and stopped by the kitchen to dump them off before she headed to her room in a rush. As she walked quickly toward her room, she ran into Carl. He had pawned the young child onto one of the counselors whose camper had not yet arrived after he had left the dining area.

“Where are you headed off to so quickly,” he asked.

“To my room,” she said with intent.

“Why?”

“Because,” she said as she moved to step around him, but he moved in front of her blocking her path.

“Why?” He asked once again.

“Because I don’t know if I can do this without underwear. I’m getting very aroused and it’s taking its toll,” she said.

“Okay,” as he stepped out of the way and followed toward her room.

As they entered her room, she rifled through her bag of clothes for underwear. He closed the door behind them. She began to put them on as he stopped her. He stood in front of her and kissed her around the neck and upper chest before he knelt down and pushed her underwear back to her feet. He placed his arm on the inside of her thigh and she lifted it over his shoulder. He kissed up her thigh and stopped just short of her wetness. He moved and kissed up her other leg which supported her weight and stopped just short of the top. He sat back on his knees, her leg over his shoulder and took a deep breath and slowly exhaled through his mouth in a pointed direction toward her hood. “You’re an asshole,” she muttered with eyes half closed.

He leaned in and softly ran his tongue the length of her and kissed her at the top. He ran his tongue along her again with a little more pressure, and instead of kissing her at the top, he got his tongue very wet and licked her hood. He again ran his tongue over her, but applied enough pressure to split her lips and taste her. He lightly sucked on her hood and then stuck his tongue inside her to allow the excess of her arousal to flow. His tongue had not reached far before it met the egg. He pulled his tongue from her and swallowed before he stuck it in a second time and repeated himself. Carl ran his tongue the full length of her one last time with a lot of pressure and effectively cleaned her.

He stood up, which allowed her leg back to the floor and her to more comfortably stand. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” he said as he hastily exited the room. Carl returned a minute later with a wet wash cloth and knelt in front of her. He motioned her to place her leg on his shoulder once again. He took the wash cloth and delicately rubbed down her length. He was careful not to push the cloth too far before he reversed its direction and eased the pressure as he reached her hood. He signaled for her to put her leg back down and stood up before he readjusted the cloth. He put the cloth in his cupped hand and placed it against her. She relaxed in his hand.

“I’m going to need something more than just underwear if this is going to continue,” she said. “Oh, and no kids, because that’s just wrong,” she said as she punched him playfully in the shoulder.

“Yeah, but you have to admit, there is something arousing about someone who has no idea what they’re doing nor the sensations they’re inadvertently causing,” he said.

“There is, but just not the kids,” she responded intently.

He pulled the wash cloth from her groin, readjusted it a final time and wiped up the sides of her legs and a final light run down her lips. She shuddered and then bent down and pulled up her underwear. As she stood up and adjusted her wares, he lightly put his hand around the side of her neck, below her hair, and asked once again “Do you still trust me?” “Yes, but it’s harder and harder, pun intended. I know the arousal has taken effect, otherwise I would not have needed to stop by my room. But God damn. At some point I’ll be too worked up and I won’t be able to stop myself,” she continued. “Make that consideration too.”

“Of course,” he said as he pulled her into his body for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. She hugged back and squeeze him tight. Carl may have teased her, but he knew there was a line which could not be crossed.

“I guess, today, the owner said the campers are going to the park. They’ll need lunch while they’re out. When you get back, I think you’ll be in for a surprise,” he said. “Actually, now that I’ve thought about it, you can take out the egg for now as I’m not sure how it will react once it’s too far from the remote. However, put it back in as soon as you get back from the trip.”

Sheila was given a temporary reprieve and quickly expunged the egg before she headed toward the kitchen for lunch having finished breakfast not too long before.

***

Campers, counselors and staff arrived back from the park a few hours later and unloaded from their vehicles. Sheila immediately headed toward the bathroom as if she hadn’t used it in days. As she returned to the dining area from her room, one of the staff members noticed an old rickety-looking remote hanging with all its instructions scraped off over time from a string on the adjoining door which separated the kitchen from the dining area. Another staff member noticed a laptop tucked into the corner of the dining area, out of the way from any food or games. Sheila’s eyes grew wide as she recognized it. Carl began to explain its purpose.

“As a way to track overall satisfaction by the campers, I’ve concocted this small device for staff members to use. This remote is connected to the laptop in the corner and logs the date and time and direction o satisfaction. When everyone is generally satisfied with the activities, staff members can use the up arrow.” Carl pressed it, which caused Sheila to jump as the egg started to vibrate. Carl nonchalantly asked if she had a question. “How does that work,” she asked. “It’s a simple principle, the computer logs when the buttons are pressed and in which direction. It’s a measure to see how well the campers enjoyed the day or evening activities by day. Once the end of the week is approached, it will provide some idea of what activities the campers and counselors enjoyed most. That way, we can try to exchange activities which are relatively un-fun for those that are more fun. An overall satisfaction rating is produced per day, as the positives are combined with the negatives. It’s kind of like a ‘+1’ and ‘-1’ situation for the logger.” He continued, “this is meant to be an accurate representation of the relative contentment of campers and counselors, so if there are down times, make sure to enter those as well. It’s not only for the good times as that will produce wildly inaccurate results. I’ll start. Ways to track overall satisfaction is a good thing and will help campers in the long run, so I’ll raise it by one.”

The staff hummed and hawed, but seemed receptive to the idea. Carl let the remote hang from its string and made his way toward Sheila as the other staffers checked out the remote. “Are you out of your mind,” she asked with relative urgency and in a lowered volume. “Not at all, it’s just for the rest of the day,” he responded. “And what about tomorrow!?!” She wondered how he would explain the disappearance of the device. “You’ll see.”

Sheila winced and lost her breath about forty feet from the remote as one of the staffers decided to increase the egg’s intensity and speed to its maximum. The egg seemed to magically slow down after a few seconds. “I really fucking hate you for this,” she said. “I know,” he said as he brushed off her feigned disgust. The initial excitement over the new do-hickey wore off quickly and Carl asked Sheila how the intensity and speed treated her. The simple head nod and rolled back eyes indicated it was too much. Carl walked over to the remote and slowed it down then turned it off. “If this goes badly, it’s on you,” she emphatically stated. “Don’t think about it, just relax and forget it’s even there, even if it is vibrating” he told her.

Carl kept a relatively close eye on the remote and watched for those who turned it up and down to ensure it didn’t incapacitate Sheila. Though it had five settings, the two highest settings were inconceivable for any consistent length of time. Though Carl had turned off the device, camper anticipation of dinner caused two staff members to press the “up” arrow, which both activated the egg and slightly sped its activities. Sheila looked immediately at the door frame where the remote hung as she felt the egg’s pace go from inactive to a bearable speed.

She continued dinner preparations, though hated Carl for the position he left her. However, she got aroused at the fact random “strangers” controlled the speed of the egg against her g-spot. “This is kind of exhilarating,” she thought and smiled to herself as she made final preparations and served dinner. Carl knew it was on its second speed as he watched closely over those who manipulated the device. He decided he would peer through a crack in the kitchen door to make sure Sheila wasn’t engaged in an activity which could become dangerous were he to suddenly increase it to full speed. She had her elbows on the counter as she watched campers, counselors and staffers get their meals. The flow of people through the kitchen had finished when Carl increased the egg by two settings to its fourth speed and walked through the door.

As he entered the kitchen, he noticed Sheila standing behind the counter with her hand on her abdomen and rubbing the skin below. Carl grabbed a plate and politely asked her whether dinner was going okay. She looked toward him, but he knew she was not focused on him. She dropped her head and focused on the counter and strenuously uttered “Yeah … better than ex…pected … I think … I might need … to go lay down … it’s a bit warm … in here and … I need to go … relax.” He responded in a concerned tone, “Oh, okay, then I’ll see if I can slow things down a bit in there until you feel up to visiting.”

Carl grabbed a bun and hamburger and headed into the dining room. On his way through the door, he decreased the egg’s speed back to its first setting. One of staffers saw Carl’s changes to the “overall satisfaction” with three depreciations and wondered about the drastic change. “Well, Sheila’s not feeling to great, things will slow down during and after dinner, and surely at least one camper will get upset over medication and upset the whole group.” He continued, “I can check later, but as far as I know, the overall satisfaction is a net-positive.” The staffer responded, “Oh, okay, sounds good!” before he turned around and located an unsupervised camper.

Sheila came out a few minutes later and sat across the table from Carl with a hamburger and chips on her plate and her back toward the kitchen door. “Despite my initial reaction, this has been going pretty well,” she said before she took a bite of her burger.

“I figured it wouldn’t be that bad, especially after reinforcing the idea of a balanced and true interpretation of how everything seemed to be going. Often those impartial meters only get pressed ‘up’ when in reality it should go down accordingly. It seems people have been pretty responsible with it, aside from that asshole who significantly increased it before he got his meal from the kitchen,” he said with a slight smirk.

“Yeah, I know. I felt a considerable change and then you walked through the door and I was like ‘you have got to be kidding,'” she said prior to another chomp of the meal. She sat chewing her food when her eyes rolled back and Carl peered over her shoulder to see the remote swinging from its string as a staff member walked away. “Too much,” he asked.

“No, actually, it’s been kind of nice not knowing when the speed will change,” she said.

“More receptive to the idea? It’s been,” Carl glanced at the clock, “about two and a half hours.”

“Yes, more receptive. Initially I thought it was a stupid idea, but after a while I … warmed up to it, you could say. I actually can’t wait until it’s all finished,” she said.

“Until what’s finished?” the owner said as he straddled the picnic style bench and sat down where the campers and staff ate meals.

“Oh, this project with the remote and satisfaction. I hope it goes well, because it would be nice to have an idea of where we could do better. Hopefully we can do an overall daily satisfaction level, and see which days had less fun activities and replace them with more fun. We can use the ‘satisfactometer’ to correlate activities to fun,” Carl explained.

“Yes, I think it would be somewhat helpful for next year as we plan for activities. We can use it to gauge what is liked better than others. If there’s anything we can do to improve the stay for the kids…” the owner said.

“Absolutely. It’s all for the kids,” Carl said as the owner stood up and left the dining area and lit a camp fire for the “stories” part of the night.

Sheila yelped out of no where. Carl noticed as the remote swung in his peripheral vision as another staff member increased its pace as campers were rallied out to the camp fire area. Sheila’s mouth nor body were moving, as if she wasn’t breathing and her mouth hung agape, as she stared and tried to focus on her plate. “Hiccups?” he asked. She quickly nodded her head as Carl ran into the kitchen to get her a glass of water, and turn down the egg’s speed … in that order.

After Carl returned to the table, Sheila let out a deep sigh of relief. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take … if you had waited another ten seconds, this would have had a completely different ending.”

“Close call, ‘eh,” he asked.

“Very. I think I’m just about done with this,” as she looked at her plate. “I’m going to head down to my room,” as she took her last bite and shoved the plate in Carl’s direction.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean this up,” he said thick with sarcasm and humility.

“Damn right you will,” she said walking away, loud enough for him to hear.

Carl brought her plate into the kitchen, tossed its remnants, washed it and laid it out to dry. He pulled the egg’s remote from its string on the wall, gathered up the supposed statistics laptop and headed past the camp fire toward the cabins. One of the campers asked where he was going. “Well, I wanted to see how well this experiment is going and what kind of value it could provide. In other words, to ‘crunch the numbers’ and come up with totals. Then I had planned to read a bit before sleeping.” The campers and staff all wished Carl a good night as he headed for his cabin.

***

As he passed Sheila’s cabin to drop off his equipment, Carl flicked the remote up to its highest intensity and speed. He heard Sheila shriek, but not loud enough that others heard. He continued toward his own room and slowed down the device after about ten seconds. He dropped off his laptop and made his way back to her room with remote in hand. He opened her door and walked in unannounced to find her reading. She immediately said “You really have to stop doing that,” as she meant the method of entry. He responded, “I know, it’s a pain in the ass,” as he flicked the egg up to full speed and intensity. Her breath got caught in her throat and her hands gripped the sheets underneath her body. Carl snidely asked if a cat had got her tongue as he sat next to her and used the heel of his hand to press down on her abdomen. She gasped twice without exhaling and he slowed down the egg to its slowest setting.

She finally exhaled and took a few deep breaths to relax. She punched him in the arm again and told him “I’m taking this thing out, I’m done for the night.” He grabbed her arms as she shifted to take off her underwear. He raised them above her head and pinned them to the mattress. He straddled her as her dress rode up to her stomach, underwear exposed. He put his face to hers as he had done previously, without kissing her, and looked deep in her eyes.

She looked visibly frightened, with eyes wide open. He calmly said to her, “do you still trust me?” She thought for a second, and realized the look of concern across his face was genuine. He had substantially teased her, even brought her to the brink, but always looked out for her. Sheila immediately and significantly relaxed as her body was under his control. “Of course,” she said. “Then, actually, you’re just getting started for the night,” as he kissed her on the lips, softly at first and increased his fervor as she increased hers. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered.

“I don’t care if God, himself, appears; you tell him you’re worshiping a greater deity tonight and you’ll be in soon for confessional. Now get up and strip,” he said with furious intent as he released her arms and got off her bed. Sheila hesitated, but then stood and stripped off her dress. She reached behind her back unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms and onto the floor while Carl watched with desire in his eyes. She felt a bit self-conscious as she stood braless in front of him. She ignored the feeling and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her underwear and started to push downward toward the floor. Carl stopped her, pulled her close and kissed her before he spun her around so her back rested against his chest.

Carl wrapped his left arm underneath her left arm and reached across her chest and held on to her right shoulder. As he softly held her right shoulder, he increased the speed and intensity of the egg to its fullest. She lunged forward and grabbed onto Carl’s arm with both hands, but Carl’s arm held her upright. Carl held her for what seemed to her like an eternity before the egg slowed down. It had a mind of its own.

He let go of her shoulder and pulled his arm out from underneath hers. Carl slowly ran the tips of his fingers down her arms and gently grabbed each of her hands inside of his. “Close your eyes, relax, and just go with the flow,” he whispered into her ear as each word was preceded and followed by a gentle kiss along her neck and shoulders. Carl closed his hands around hers, except her index finger. He used his left hand to hold hers and then ran her index finger softly down the left side of her face, around her to her chin, down the front of her neck, and then across her right shoulder. She leaned her head toward his face as he kissed her neck and shoulders and softly moaned “that feels sssooo gggooooooddd.”

He held Sheila’s left hand and lightly drew spiraling circles around her right breast and avoided her nipple. Around the outside, over the top, down through the valley of her cleavage, and around the bottom. Each circle drew closer, but always stopped before her areola was reached. He then brought her left hand over her left shoulder and into his mouth as he gently kissed and wet her finger before he used it and moistened her nipple. Carl moved his face from her left shoulder to her right and exhaled through his nose, which sent a rush of warm air down the front of her chest and over the newly moist area. She shuddered and leaned forward and prevented any further environmental caress of her breast. “Ooohhh, fffuuuccckkk,” she uttered under her breath, as she did not want Carl to hear. She said “do that again,” a bit louder for Carl.

Carl repeated the process with her right hand, over and around her left breast, over her right shoulder for his mouth, then rubbed it in. Carl then switched his position back to her left shoulder and exhaled once again. This time she wrapped her arms behind his head and leaned into him hard as her nipple welcomed the environmental assault.

After she used his neck and head for support, he softly ran his own finger tips down her sides to her underwear. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly folded them onto themselves, which again mimicked low-rise jeans. He reached behind his head and grabbed her hands and extended their index finger as he brought them to the valley where her leg joined the pelvis. He gently ran her fingers from the top of her underwear up the valley to her stomach. He brought her right hand over her shoulder and into his mouth for another moistened touch, this time just outside her underwear just above her hood.

As the egg continued whir at full pace, Carl brought her left hand down to her pelvis and used it to cup her underwear-covered mons. He held her hand against herself as he again wrapped his left arm across her chest and held her shoulder. He slowly increased the pressure through the heel of his hand and once again created unfettered and unadulterated stimulation on her g-spot. She jerked forward again and grabbed his left arm with her left hand. “Slowly increase the pressure,” he whispered over her shoulder as he took his right hand away from hers and wrapped it around her stomach and held her as she approached climax.

Carl kissed her neck and shoulders and nibbled her ear lobe as she reached the point of no return. She leaned into his kisses as he held onto her and then it hit. She took a deep breath and completely lifted her legs off the ground as she left earth. He held her as her stomach muscles convulsed and he watched over her shoulder she continued to press down on her sheathed sex. She brought her legs as far to her chest as was humanly possible out of grasp. Carl noticed she wasn’t breathing and whispered in her ear “Breathe, breathe, breathe!”

She gasped and took a few deep breaths after she seemed to have started her downward spiral toward Earth. As she took deep breaths, her muscles began to spasm once again and she took back off toward the moon. Her convulsions gained power and thrust to the point Carl was forced to hold her from a seated position; her muscles were too powerful. She gasped throughout the secondary lift off and spasmodically convulsed for the four minutes that followed. He held onto her with everything he had.

As her descent began, Carl repositioned himself further back on the bed and provided her with additional support. Carl periodically slowed the egg along with her descent. Once Carl had reached the lowest setting on the egg, he moved out from behind her and laid her down on the bed, while she regularly and then periodically convulsed. “Oh, you’re an asshole, oh my god,” she uttered on her exhales between convulsions. Eventually the phrase changed to “Oh, you’re an asshole,” and then to “Oh my god” as she returned to Earth. Her irregular spasms dwindled over the half hour that followed, by the end she had about one every seven minutes.

Carl turned off the egg, even though it had remained on its lowest setting, and helped her move onto her side in the fetal position and get some rest. He grabbed a nearby blanket and draped it over her body. He leaned over and brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead as she a final spasm.

“I don’t think I can keep doing this,” she muttered as she drifted off to sleep.