I Obey the Words Written on my Body
by GlassO
“...and up, up, up, wide awake, sleepyhead!”
Vera raised her head off her chest and opened her eyes with some reluctance. On her laptop Felicity was looking back at her with a mix of innocence and mischief in her eyes. Vera took a quick inventory of herself and was puzzled to find that nothing was amiss... which made her terribly suspicious. She was fully dressed in her pajamas and robe. She felt no unusual desire or compulsions. Often time coming out of trance for Felicity she’d find herself on her hands and knees; overwhelmed with an urge to masturbate for her; and to have to beg her for permission to cum. Vera felt none of that now. Just that refreshing sense of ease when coming out of a hypnotic trance.
“I’m afraid to ask what you’ve done to me,” Vera asked with playful suspicion.
“Who? Me?” Felicity replied with exaggerated innocence. “Why would you think I would have done anything to you my dear? Perhaps I just enjoy watching you drop into a deep, deep, trance... seeing you get all melty and helpless for me. Let me enjoy my pastoral delights.”
Felicity grinned, bearing her teeth that looked more sinister than usual.
“Welp!” She said as she slapped her knee. “I know you gotta get on with your day, so I’m gonna let you go get dressed and get ready! I wish there weren’t so many timezones between us... someday...”
Vera smiled remembering the time they had been together. All the mischievous things Felicity thought up.
“Yes... Goodnight my love. Sleep well. Thank you for the trance. It’s an amazing way to start the day... I feel... strangely energized.”
Felicity gestured a kiss and hung up. Vera smiled. She was pleased that Felicity had enjoyed watching her fall into trance for her. She tried to remember the trance, but her memory was just a full on blank. She remembered being a bit bratty. Resisting Felicity as she teased her about the heaviness of her limbs, her body, her eyelids. She fought her. Tried to keep those eyes open against the embedded suggestions Felicity peppered her language with.
“You might be noticing how heavy your eyelids are feeling.”
“Oh it looks like those eyes are drooping a bit. Tell me how they feel.”
So sneaky.
Vera made her way to the bathroom and removed her robe and pajamas. It was then, as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror did she begin to understand what had happened.
Written across her chest in clear blue body marker was the word, ‘Horny’. She gasped as arousal violently took hold of her body. Like she’d been zapped with a ray gun. It was so sudden, so instantaneous, so insistent.
Her fingers flew to remove her pajama bottoms so she could get some relief. Her mind was already stirring up memories of her and Felicity together. She thought about the dungeon they went to where Felicity had her on display. Naked and glistening for anyone to see. Showing off her need and humiliating her by making her beg to cum.
It was then she noticed more writing on her body. On her left thigh, the words, “No touching”.
Upon seeing this her hands froze in place, unable to proceed any further. They felt stuck, as if suspended in glue, just inches from her needy flesh. She tried to will them further down, but they would not move. She attempted to raise them to caress her breasts; often she would come from just nipple stimulation alone, but again, they did not cooperate. They hovered mere inches away from her stiff nipples.
She looked in the mirror once again. How ridiculous she must look. So desperate to masturbate but unable to do so. She noticed the final bit of writing on her body. On her right thigh. “Beg a stranger for release”. She made a noise that was a cross between a laugh and gasp. Felicity wouldn’t. She just wouldn’t. Would she? Did she? She did.
Vera felt a tinge of panic well up in her. She was so terribly, desperately horny. She felt as if she didn’t come soon... well she didn’t know what would happen. But her thoughts were so clouded in horny... she couldn’t possibly get through the day... or... or... how long would this last? When could she come?
“Beg a stranger for release.”
Her mind raced on that thought. It was terribly hot. The idea of her approaching a stranger and begging them for release. How humiliating that would be. How embarrassing. Even now she was turning red at the idea. For a moment she thought about calling one of her other kink friends, but Vera realized they weren’t strangers. She knew it had to be a true stranger.
Vera quickly got dressed as her mind raced for possible solutions. She’d considered washing off the suggestions, but something compelled her not to. Of course she knew that Felicity had planned for that contingency and had probably suggested to her that she would not be able to.
Every article of clothing was exquisite torture as it slid over her sensitive body. She forwent her panties and donned the skirt and jacket combo she’d been planning to wear today. Even covered though, she could see the words she’d unknowingly written on her body.
“Horny”
“No touching”
“Beg a stranger for release.”
She grabbed her bag and zipped out the door to the tram stop.
With each step she plotted for release. Would she ask someone on the tram? Someone on the street? She felt herself getting wetter as she played out these scenarios in her mind. She passed a young couple walking towards her. She wanted to fuck them both. She imagined her stopping them and explaining her predicament. She imagined two outcomes. In the first they laugh at her. Laugh at how needy and horny she was and how her mistress had put her in this situation. Then they would agree to let her have her release. But only if she would service them first. She’d go home to them and they’d make her strip. They would laugh at the words written on her body. How weak-willed she was. So helpless to do anything to obey. Then they would get undressed before her. The woman would lay back on the bed, lift her knees to her chest and command Vera to lick her until she came. As she did so, the man would enter her from behind and fuck her roughly. They would laugh at her all the while.
“You can’t come Vera! Can’t come yet!”
The woman would come over and over again and Vera would beg her for release. She imagined herself pleading with her, “Please, please let me come! Please, I’ve done what you’ve asked!” And they would both laugh. Finally the man would release himself into her. She would feel his hands grip her hips tightly and he would press into her as he quivered and moaned.
“Yes! Yes!” He would yell as he spurted inside her. And finally he would say, “You’re a good girl, Vera, you may come now.”
And with his cock still inside her she’d feel the mental block lift and she’d be able to rub her tits and her clit freely. Almost instantly she’d have the most intense orgasm. She would moan and whelp and she would look into the eyes of the girl who was still laughing at her...
That was one possibility. Most likely they would look at her like she was a pervert and hasten their pace to get away from her.
On the tram she scanned her fellow passengers hoping to find an obvious pervert, but none were to be seen. Just regular wholesome people who had no idea what a horny slut she was. She wondered if anyone could smell her arousal. They must be able to. She could.
She looked outside the tram, wondering where she could find a random pervert to help her out. There was no way she was going to survive the day. This was sheer agony.
An idea came to her. A brilliant idea. She tugged on the cord to get off. (she laughed at that, she needed to get off). The tram let her off... only a few blocks from Lerchenfelder Gürtel.
She walked with purpose. She wanted to run. She checked her watch. It was almost 10. She prayed they would be open...and her heart fluttered when it appeared that they were.
Vera knew about this sex shop but had never been inside. All the sex toys she owned (of which there were many!) were either gifts from Felicity or ordered online. The privacy of the plain brown box. No one could know. She was a professional! A respected member of society! Educated. She prayed no one saw her enter.
Inside it was pretty much exactly as she’d imagined a sex shop would look like. Dildos, lingerie, lube, all hanging on peg walls as plainly as one might see at a department store.
Vera was pleasantly surprised that the person behind the desk, was not the middle-aged, flabby man she was expecting she was going to have to beg for release, but a pretty, young, thang, replete with many piercings in the places that could be observed; and no doubt, in other places as well. She looked up from her book and gave a little crooked smile. Clearly she could tell that Vera was in some sort of horny state.
“Hi,” she said overly casually. “Something I can help with, miss?” As if she didn’t know. She knew. She had to know.
Vera quickly made her way to the counter and leaned in. She was sure that she was perspiring heavily by now. She had to be. She was so terribly horny. So terribly needy. If she didn’t come soon... who knows what would happen?
“I need to ask you something,” she said desperately, “and it’s going to sound weird.”
The girl smirked.
“You’re in a sex shop. I assure you I have heard it all and seen it all. There is nothing you could ask me that would sound weird I assure you.”
“What if I asked your permission to come?” As soon as Vera asked it she realized how humiliating it was to say it. She could feel her face turning beet red.
The girl’s smirk turned into a mischievous grin.
“Why?” she asked playfully, “Is that something you’re likely to ask me?”
The need was almost painful now. Vera decided it would be best just to confess everything.
“Look, I’m in this relationship with a woman. And she... she’s a very talented hypnotist. Very talented. And right now she has put in me some very, very powerful suggestions. Suggestions I can’t resist. She put me in trance... and made me write things on my body. Things I have to obey. It’s made me terribly horny. And... and... I have to beg a stranger for release. Oh god I’m so sorry, this is so inappropriate, I’m so sorry.”
The girl licked her lips as she took in the sight that was Vera. There was a twinkle in her eye.
“So you’re telling me,” she began, “you can’t come unless a stranger allows you to?”
“Yes! I can’t even touch myself! And I’m so horny! This is so embarassing, I’m so sorry, to be asking you this, but I figured...”
The girl interrupted her. “You figured that some pervert working in a sex shop would grant your wish, is that what you figured?”
Vera hung her head down. “Yes! Yes I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was so awful for me to presume, please forgive me!”
The girl moved from behind the counter.
“Now calm down, you weren’t wrong in your assumption… Those of us in this trade, do tend to be... somewhat more open minded than the average bear.”
She walked toward the front door and locked. She flipped the sign around from ‘open’ to ‘closed’.
“I suppose lucky for you, I am very open minded... and certainly quite curious. So you wrote these words on your body?”
“Yes! She had me do it when I was in trance! I have no memory of it at all!”
“Hmm,” said the girl. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“What?!” exclaimed Vera! “Why would I make this up?”
“Perhaps you should show me.” the girl said coolly.
“Right here?! In your store?”
“That’s right. Right here. In my store.”
Vera blushed brightly. Right here. In public. Her mind raced for another solution, but there was none.
Humiliated, she began undressing. Right there. Right in front of this girl who had to be at least 10 years younger than her and nearly a foot shorter. She removed her jacket, blouse and bra and placed them on the counter.
“Horny” said the girl. “I suppose that’s what got you so worked up. So needy.
“Yes,” said Vera, turning bright red. She removed her boots and slid down her skirt. She placed both her hands over her sex, feeling terribly exposed.
The girl looked at her with amusement. She was not lying about the words.
“Hands by your side please,” she said with some authority. “I want to see your cunt.”
Vera reluctantly placed her hands by her side. A little shocked by this young woman’s vulgarity and her bossiness. She stood upright, as if for inspection. She wondered if the shop had camera security. What she would look like. Standing in front of this small woman, like she belonged to her.
“Well,” said the girl, “It looks like you weren’t lying... so I suppose I should do the right thing and let you come...”
“Yes, yes! Please! I’ll do anything!”
The girl arched an eyebrow. She walked towards a small display on the counter and opened a package of body markers.
“Well I have a question for you...” said the girl, “do you suppose that you have been hypnotized to obey anything that is written on your body?”
Vera thought for a moment. “I have no idea.”
The girl stepped in close holding the uncapped marker. “May I?”
Vera nodded. A little afraid. But very curious.
“Stand still.” commanded the girl.
The girl made her way behind Vera and Vera could feel her soft hands and the maker on her ass. She tried to figure out what she was writing, but could not. It was quite a few letters. She was very aware that her arousal was dripping down her leg. She wanted this girl to slide her hand up and into her pussy so badly.
The girl finished and capped the pen in front of Vera. “There’s a mirror towards the back. Go see what I wrote.”
Vera went into the back of the sex shop. She felt extra naked among all the sex toys around her. She turned around and looked at her ass in the mirror.
The girl had written her command backwards so she could read it easily. In big red capital letters she read, “I AM A CUNT LICKER” Vera was equal parts aroused and horrified.
“Come here.” the girl commanded. Vera walked towards her dutifully, anticipating what was about to happen. The girl was sitting on the counter, her legs dangling off.
“What did it say?”
Vera almost couldn’t say it. So vulgar. So crude.
“It said... it said...“ Vera finally croaked it out. “It said that I am a cunt licker.”
Vera noticed that the girl had bunched up her skirt around her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She was pink and hairless, and very wet. Such soft beautiful lips. A thought occurred to Vera. An insistent thought. She was a cunt licker.
Vera leaned over the counter and buried her face in this girl’s cunt and began to lick and lick. Her strong hands went around the girl’s small ass and she felt that she could lift her if she wanted to. She tasted so good. Of course she did. Any cunt tasted good to a cunt licker. Vera couldn’t believe she was even thinking that word! But soon that thought evaporated and she just licked and licked as the girl squirmed and moaned.
“Yes... yes... ” she said so breathlessly, “just like that... you’re so good at that, doing so well... keep going... keep going and I will let you...”
Vera kept going, her tongue darting in and out, circling her erect little nub, teasing it in its little hood.
The girl pressed her arm to her own mouth and began to scream into it as she quivered helplessly.
“Yes... yes... good girl... good girl... you... can... I give you permission to come!”
Upon hearing this, it was as if a switch had been flipped inside Vera. She moved away from the girl and fell to her hands and knees and buried her hand between her legs while rubbing furiously. For the briefest of moments she imagined the security camera again. Recording her as she masturbated like an animal in front of this girl. She imagined her ass facing the camera with the words “I am a cunt licker” written in backward text. Absolute humiliation. In no time, she moaned and panted and was rewarded with a tremendous orgasm and she bucked about on the floor.
“Thank you...” she panted. “Thank you...”
The girl had gotten off the counter and was sitting in front of her. She gingerly reached out and held her chin, like she was an obedient pet.
“No thank you. And I think you might have to introduce me to this hypnotist girlfriend of yours. She has given me some ideas...”