Entry 10.1 — Beatrix

Before we all head out from Stack 6 for dinner, I excuse myself to use the loo.  I had been toying with a fantasy for a couple weeks now, since even before I met Sarah.  I knew for it to work, however, I needed six erogenous zones.  Unfortunately, I could only think of four that most women have: tits, clit, g-spot, and anus.

During Sunday’s cup-of-water sex before Gabs arrived, I found that Sarah’s butt cheeks are particularly sensitive.  “Sensitive” may be the wrong word.  It’s more like it turns her on to be licked from thigh up to around mid-ass.  Maybe it’s a minor fetish of hers.  Either way, it makes her squirm.  That’s five.

Today, when I breathed into Sarah’s ear and gave it a little lick, she unspooled for several seconds.  Her muscles went limp and it looked like her brain had vacated the premises.  I suggested that she play Zero-Suit Samus, and she changed characters almost mechanically, like her body was running on autopilot while her id raced to put her ego back together.  That will do nicely.  Six.

First looking around to ensure no one else is in the loo with me, I Speak.  “When I next tell Sarah ‘don’t come’, until I snap my fingers, every vowel she speaks will cause a specific part of her body to feel licked.  For every ‘A’, her clit will feel a lick.  Every ‘E’ will lick her rim; every ‘I’, her ear; every ‘O’, her g-spot; every U, her tits—one lick apiece from two tongues, a split second apart—and every ‘Y’, up one of—or between,” I add as it occurs to me, “—her butt cheeks, chosen at random.

“Every time I snap my fingers, if the effect is active, it will end.  If it is not active, the effect will begin again.  These triggers will last until I return to Sarah’s room.

“Despite the consequences of speaking, Sarah will be compelled to speak the amount she would normally speak, were this effect not in place.”

Americans do love their fireworks.  Time to see what all the fuss is about.