1. What Lies Beneath


    Date: 12/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Sex Humor, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Introduction: Hey howdy, loyal fans. Yet another twisted tale of shenanigans from a hooligan. I'm still working on The Collar 2 and it will be up pretty soon. Marcus smoothed the piece of fabric onto his s****r's pillow. He slid the pillowcase back into place, and re-made the bed, arranging her teddy bear back the same way it had been. Perfect. The fabric he had put there was woven with micro thin wires. His laptop was connected wirelessly to the device, and it would send subliminal suggestions to his s****r while she slept. It would also monitor her brain waves and send the appropriate signals when she was in the various stage of sl**p. She was conservative in her dress and repressed emotionally, and he wanted to see if he could get her to open up a little. Her driving need for excellence, to be the best, was the most overwhelming facet of her personality and it was hindering her social life. She HAD no social life, not really. She didn't have any close friends. She even competed against her own team-mates on the track team. He had talked to her about this a little, and knew she was open to the idea of change, but to open up and trust someone, to let them in, that terrified her. Marcus thought to first get her to open up to him, then eventually to others as well. The most obvious trigger to use was sex, and as she was an otherwise healthy sixteen year old girl, her sexual mind was going to be in constant turmoil once it was awakened. He let her sl**p on it a week, ...
    monitoring and programming her sl**p. She had no idea what he was doing, but he asked her subtle questions and was pleased at her answers and progress over the week. Monday, she woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, despite a night of vividly lucid dreams. She wasn't wearing clothes in her dream; she was naked, but strangely, this didn't trigger the shame feelings. It triggered her sexual feelings, making her horny. She knew someone was coming, about to open the door and come into the room with her. She nearly writhed in anticipation in the dream, and all that day, she glanced at closed doors, half expecting one to open and HE would walk through. Tuesday, again she had the dream, except she was wearing a type of filmy, gauzy lingerie in a shade of pink she didn't know existed. She knew it was what HE had chosen for her to wear, so she was wearing it. Anything for HIM on this special night! And she did look nice in it, the cut of it designed to accentuate what wasn't there on her yet. Later that day, when she was looking idly at the kitchen door from the table, she got a deja vu when her b*****r pushed it open and came toward her. &#034Are you okay, Miranda? You look like you saw a ghost.&#034 he commented, and that was the end of it. Except she couldn't shake the eerie feeling all night, and it followed her into her dreams. The door opened and Marcus came in, looking at her with stunned wonderment in his eyes. Her heart nearly melted at that look. &#034You wore it!&#034 he said, ...
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