An Idol’s Hands

“Hello there, you must be Sam right?”

Sam Dawson felt like an ass, “Yeah, hey, and you’re…” he trailed off, too busy thinking of how much of this woman he’d already seen without even knowing her name to remember what his parents had mentioned about her.

“Nari, Nari Kim, it’s nice to meet you. Your parents have told me all about you.” This woman, his neighbor, was gorgeous. He’d gotten in late the night before, home for the summer and surprisingly, to a house that would be empty until late July. His parents traveled for work, and it just worked out that way.

When was unpacking this morning, he’d looked out his widow and caught a glance over at what used to be the Winstons’ back yard. But they’d moved to a retirement community earlier in the year, and what he saw sunbathing back there on the grass was a beautiful, toned, naked, and tanned Asian women, who much to his surprise, was languidly masturbating on a wide pink blanket.

“Oh, cool, okay, yeah. Hi.” The old Winston yard had these really big trees, and thick hedges, so you couldn’t see into it from any angles really, at least, any angles beside the one from his upstairs bedroom window. And as he’ watching this woman, who happened to have breasts that seemed far too large for her petite frame, breasts that were two handfuls each and not wasted at all, delicately please herself, his hand had moved to do the same, and somehow he’d finished when she had. 

When they both did, it seemed like she was looking up at him, directly into his eyes, but that had to have been his imagination.

“So,” they were both in their front yards, him on his way out, her on her way in, “you’re back for the summer then?”

She didn’t sound American, but her English was perfect, and her pale brown eyes were a shade lighter than her long dark hair.

“Yeah, for a couple weeks, then I have a camp, then I’ll be back till I go back to school.” Sam felt himself blushing, and he felt transparent, like he knew she knew what he’d done.

“Camp?” She pulled her large black sunglasses down, as the sun was out in full force. 

“Yeah, baseball. I have to go to a uh…” she was wearing a simple blue, and white sleeveless sun dress with a scooping neck line that was adding to his guilt and making him trip over his word. “I play baseball for my school, er… my university,  and we have a camp that’s like, half for us, and half to like help little leaguers and stuff.”

She smiled, ‘That’s great, it’s so important to help and give back.”

Obviously that sincerity just made him feel even more guilty, “But, I might not go. My shoulder’s been a little off and I might need to rest it.”

“Oh that’s too bad.” Like her smile, her frown felt so real and so honest, so genuine that it made the corners of his mouth twitch into a frown of his own. “Is it anything serious?”

“No, well not really. I had an MRI to make sure, and it’s just some minor tendon irritation I guess. Doctor said I’d be fine, just ice it and stuff. But if it’s bugging me, I’d rather skip camp. Like, how many more summers off am I going to have anyway?” He felt a little childish saying that, but she nodded. 

“Listen,” her voice went from sincere and understanding to enthusiastic in just that one word, “your parents have been so nice to me, letting me use their pool,” the Dawsons had a pool in their back yard that they used through the winter thanks to a covered inflatable dome, “I’ve been trying to think of a way to return the favor for them. I studied sports medicine, and a massage therapy for quite a while, and I think I could help you with your shoulder.”

The only thing more active than his guilt when she said that was his cock.

‘That would be great,” he pretended to pat himself down like he just realized

he was missing something, “but I think I’ve…”

“I’m sorry, no you were going somewhere. We can talk later of course.” She opened her own door, “But Sam, you won’t mind me using the pool will you?”

The way she was standing, her lips parted into a very soft, delicately coy smile made the words “Yes, of course” jump out of his mouth faster than he’d intended.

He also went back inside, only until the throb between his legs died down along with his sense of shame.

Later that day, after he’d come home from running a few errands, there was a knock on the front door. When Sam answered it, the sight that greeted him promptly returned all of the embracement and shame he’d managed to push down in the hours since the last time he saw her.

Nari, who was standing there with her large sunglass, in a pink bikini with a pale blue wrap around her waist, a towel in hand, and a thin unbuttoned white blouse hanging off her shoulders, smiled up at him, and he couldn’t help but look down past her face and at her massive breasts.

“I was going to have a swim, and I didn’t want to surprise or disturb you, and I thought, if you were free when I was done, we could work on your shoulder a bit.”

Sam had just finished his sophomore year of college, getting by in class and excelling on the baseball field, and never feeling like any girl he met was out of his reach; the truth was, he wasn’t too far off on that. 

Being tall, handsome, muscular, and generally a likable guy in every regard, Sam wasn’t intimidated by the fairer sex regardless of attractiveness. But between his neighbor’s poise, and the awkward secret of that morning, he felt perpetually off-balance around her.

“Okay. Cool, yeah.” He knew he sounded like an idiot too, and while he didn’t try too hard in class he wasn’t as dumb as he was sounding, not by any stretch. “Did you want to cut through the house or…”

“It’s okay, I just use the side gate.” And with that, she walked around the side of his house, and then after thirty minutes of desperately trying not to stare out into his backyard, there was a knock at his back door.

Now she was standing there, soaking wet, hair piled up on her head, her sunglasses still on, and her nipples pressing up against the wet fabric of her suit. 

Despite having seen her naked, albeit from afar, the very sight of her was almost overwhelmingly sexual.

“You should come out in the sun with me, the energy will help. Plus, I’m all wet and you wouldn’t want me dripping all over your floors.” The way she spoke, with her accent that didn’t sound like an accent, or maybe sounded like a lack of an accent, might have been slightly touched by wherever she was from.

The way she said “all wet”, so free of any possible implication, didn’t make it any less titillating for him.

“Sure.” Again, these one word answers were the best he could manage, and as Sam stepped out into the late afternoon sun, watching her walk towards his patio furniture like she owned the place, he became distinctly aware of how awkward a massage from her might truly be.

“So, you’re a, um, do you do rehab and stuff?” Knowing nothing much about her past that, he was trying to create a buffer of conversation as she patted the back of one of the seats, a reclining pool chair you could lie flat on, indicating he should sit there.

“Not professionally, but I studied it, and I’ve practiced a lot of sports massage.” She didn’t start rubbing his neck immediately, instead, she sat across from him in one of the other chairs and crossed her legs. Aside from her breasts, she had a swimmers body, and moved with a dancer’s grace.

Sam shifted in his seat slightly, feeling the ridiculous anxiety between his legs that someone a few years younger than him would feel. “What, uh, what do you do then?”

“Oh,“ she laughed and seemed to luxuriate in the sun as she did, “I’m retired.”

“Really?” He wasn’t great with guessing ages, but there was no way she was all that much older than him.

“Yes, really.” She smiled, and again he felt the warmth of her personality and the focus of her attention. “Now I just study whatever interests me.” 

It felt like she should have tilted her sunglasses down and looked over the lenses at him when she said that, but she didn’t, then she laughed a little. “I’ve become a bit of a renaissance woman, but before this part of my life, I was, and some people out here don’t know what this means, but I was a pop idol in a girl group in South Korea.”

He had no idea what that meant.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about do you?” She laughed when he shook his head. “Have you heard of K-Pop? Korean Pop Music? Our system for making pop stars is different than yours, it is even more of a system than say, your reality shows are.  My family is from Busan, and I was lucky that the group I was in got very famous for a short time, then I made a lot of money off of my earnings from the music and the endorsements, and I’ve been mostly living off the interest ever since.”

 That kind of explained a lot; she was a celebrity, that was why she was so good at being so personable. It was like the times he’d met some genuinely famous pro ball players, they were people who’d been coached on how to be good with people.

“How’d you end up out here?” He was so interested all of a sudden that he’d stopped ogling her tits and stopped noticing the dull throb in his balls.

“I grew up a pop star out there, and I grew up as a young woman there. It was odd to live as a celebrity that was known for being a certain age, for acting a certain way, and I wanted to escape it all. Out here, some people like K-Pop, but even they wouldn’t know who I was at a glance, not like back home.” She smirked at him then, “I made some changes for myself too, so I wouldn’t look like a little girl.”

That explained the boobs, and just like that, he was staring at them again, or glancing repeatedly.

“Now, I take classes in whatever interests me, and I live out here where I can be a normal person.” With that, she took off her sunglasses and smiled at him again. “Now why don’t you recline the chair back, take off your shirt, and roll over on your stomach for me, okay?”

He did all of those things, and was thankful to be face down. he was especially thankful when she started to rub his back.

“I don’t want to aggravate your shoulder, in case it’s more than just sore or tense, so I’m going to help relieve some of the pressure around it okay. I can feel a lot of stress and pressure in your muscles, and I can at least help with that okay.” Her fingers were strong and persistent, and he could tell she was just easing into the process with him.

“It will help if you focus on your breathing as I do, deep breaths in through your nose, and out through your mouth, like you’re breathing in the sunlight and the warmth, and breathing out all of your stress when you do, okay.” She leaned forward to tell him that, and he felt her breasts press against his back.

Sam did focus on his breathing, and it did help, as she quickly discovered knots of tension in his body that he wasn’t aware of himself and set to work on them. “Just breathe in the sunlight, breathing in golden warmth and energy into your body, like you are filling an empty pitcher with pure golden light, and breathing out all of the stress in your muscles, all of the stress that I can feel at my fingertips.”

He let out a short sigh as her fingers dug into his muscles harder than he’d expected. “Good, let it go and breathe in the warmth, and let my fingers help push the knots and the stress out of your body as you exhale. I can feel your body loosening now, I can feel your muscles relaxing, and this feels good doesn’t it? Now let it happen okay, let the relaxation, let the energy and the warmth move through you.”

It felt wonderful, the things she was saying, and the way she was digging into him, he felt himself starting to unhinge sort of, both in his body and in his mind. It was like she was working out the mental tension in his mind too, and every time he felt her ringers rubbing deeper it was like she was reaching into his brain at the same time. 

The only place he wasn’t loose was between his legs, but the padding of the chair and being flat on his belly meant it wasn’t the worst position to be in.

“I know it isn’t as popular here to talk about energy the way I do, I know it isn’t as much a western idea, but I can feel your energy flowing, I can feel your mind becoming peaceful, and I think this is something else you need too. May I help you loosen your mind and ease your deeper mental tensions?”

She’d taken a softer touch as she asked him, and Sam was still breathing in pure sunlight, as he said “yes.” 

When he felt her straddle him after he did, it felt too intimate but it also felt just right as she started to rub the base of his skull.

“Let the golden warmth you are still breathing in now, move up through your body, filling you fully okay. Let your breath spread the relaxation up through your feet and your ankles, up through your shins into your knees, and your thighs, into your hips and your waist, releasing the tension there, up into your stomach and your back now, okay, relaxing with the warmth of my touch and the softness of the sun.”

It was then that Sam started to fade out a little bit more. He’d started to float a while ago, but as she rubbed his neck and told him how his relaxation would double as soon as he felt his fingers start to tingle, he felt like he was becoming a passenger inside his own body, and it felt wonderful.

When that tingling sensation did register, almost as soon as she said it, his body felt like it was floating in sunlight.

“Now that your body feels so relaxed, on your next breath in, imagine your mind is filling with golden light, warm soft light that fills your thoughts with pure relaxation, okay, filling your head with nothing else but warmth, okay.”

In his mind, behind his eyes, the world became a ball of glowing light and his body felt like a candle’s flame looked. “I can feel your mind relaxing now too, being consumed with peace, like the wrinkles in your brain are smoothing out. Everything behind your eyes is becoming soft now, just like your muscles, loosening in the warmth okay.”

That was easy enough for him to feel.

“Sam, I can feel a very potent energy in you, it is a natural energy for you to have, especially with me, but it is draining you, it is keeping you tense, mentally and physically. It is a very deep energy that is running through your mind and down into one part of your body, one part I could not relax like the others, making it hard for you to concentrate, hard for you to be your best, and you will need this energy to heal, and to excel at your camp. It would be best is I could curb this energy for you okay. I can help you, and you would like that. It will feel wonderful too when I help you”

Sam felt so wonderful that his imagination couldn’t imagine feeling any better, and there was no room anywhere in his mind for anything else. “First though, for me to really help you, I am going to have you answer some questions for me. As I massage your temples, I am going to help you find your deepest truths, and when you answer, you will feel my energy helping to bring your truth to the surface, carried on waves of glowing light, so every time you answer me it will be honest, and answering me will give you a profound bliss okay.”

Her fingers moved to his temples and started to massage them. As she did, her hips slid down and she pressed her breasts against his back. 

“Are you a very good baseball player?” He said yes.

“Are you being scouted by the majors?” Again he said yes.

These were things, unknown to him, his parents had already mentioned to her.

“Do you want to make it to the big leagues?” Another yes.

“Would you do anything to make it?” Yes again.

“Good, this is very good for me, now I can feel your energy better, now I know what is flowing through you.”

“Will scouts be at this camp?” Maybe, he said, probably he said after.

“Did you like watching me masturbate?” This yes slipped from his lips just like the others.

“Did it feel good to cum when you were watching me?” This yes was offered with no awareness at all.

 “Are you eligible to be drafted now?” His answer of next Jun, like the others, was flat, tinged with a sedated happiness, a docile, almost drunk sounding agreement.

“Did you cum at the same time as me?” Once more the yes was indistinguishable from the others.

“You want to do well at camp, to be the best don’t you?” Yes.

“Do you want me to help you?” Yes.

“Will you do what I tell you, will you let me help you?” Yes.

“Do you understand that I know the best way to help you?” Again yes. 

“Good, very good, now I can help you in the best way possible.”

She stood up; everything was going according to plan.

When she saw him out of the corner of her eye that morning, and when she realized he’d started to watch her, Nari had started to play with him from afar. She was using everything she knew about men, and about non-verbal communication to trap him into mirroring her.

Then, when she met him face to face, she used more non-verbal communication to measure his responses, and tested his suggestibility with her tones and her language. Hypnosis had interested her along with meditation, and that had lead to an interest in Neuro-Linguistic-Programming, and being a performer, all of it came very naturally to her.

She had studied body language extensively when she was learning choreography in her idol days, learning how and how people responded to dance, and that had opened the door to her interest in other forms of communication, and ultimately the power of suggestion.

“Please roll over for me Sam, and pull down your shorts.”

He rolled over, but even in this golden trance of warmth and relaxation a part of him was hesitant, bound up in the core of his self.

“It’s okay, this is easier for you anyway, and we want things to be easy for you, “ she reached down and pulled down his shorts. His body, filled with sunlight and her voice,  was so receptive that her touch turned his muscles to mush, and made it impossible for him to move.

“Sam, open your eyes okay.” He did, and as he did, Nari untied and dropped her bikini then started to play with her breasts.

“Energy is focus, and your erotic energy, your arousal needs to be drained and blocked, so you can focus it on excellence, okay.” 

Early on in learning hypnosis she’d discovered the power of comforting language and false agreements, how saying very good, or that’s right, those words by themselves could be enough to put some people into trance. Using okay came naturally to her, and it was easy to disguise as part of her regular speaking pattern.

“Focus here, “ she squeezed her breasts, “and feel the erotic energy flowing.  Feel it pooling up in your center. Feel the arousal of touch, of being touched flow through your body, let the energy I have given you guide it down into your center too, overflowing now.”

His eyes were glazed, he was drooling slightly, and his cock was twitching with just a hint of pre-cum. If she could make him release without touching him, it would have a lasting impact on him that would devastate whatever resistance or willpower he had, but if not, she knew how to shape that circumstance to her benefit too.

“My breasts are a source of inspiration for you, they inspire your focus and awaken your sexual strength. They cause your erotic energies to surge through you, to flow like an endless river, because they are irresistible to you.” 

She squeezed them, letting their flesh press out between her fingers. 

“The more you focus on them, the more consumed your body becomes with this energy, the more impossible it becomes to do anything at all, to think of anything, to be focused in nay way, or to be meaningful in any other way.” 

Nari pushed them inward, flattening them, then dropping her hands, causing them to jiggle as they fell back into shape.

“Stare at my breasts, feel your identity, your self becoming lost in sexual energy, and let your energy become focus, focus as it starts to spill for my breasts.”

His hips bucked slightly and there were beads of pre-cum rolling down his cock, but she knew he’d be cumming for her earlier, and honestly, what she decided to do for him would probably work better this way anyway. He seemed like a more grounded type of guy anyway, this would have more continuity in his mind.

Nari leaned over him and put her breasts in his face, then started to stroke his cock, not forcefully, but in a slow and deliberate massaging motion.

“Stay focused on the source of your arousal, stay centered on the inspiration for your erotic energy, and kiss them as though you are drinking in their essence. He started to suck on one breast, and then the other as she slowed her stroke, feeling his cock jumping, almost humming in her hand.

“I am drawing this energy out so I can seal in your focus, I am drawing every last drop of your arousal out, pulling all of your erotic energy out, and as you suck and kiss, drawing more of my energy into you, it helps to push all of your energy down into your center, and out into slow release.”

With that, she dropped her fingers down and instead of stroking, cupped his balls and started to massage his taint. “I am opening the pathway for release now, feel it all flowing out.”

He started to leak cum then, and in no time he was milked dry, his balls shriveled, his cock growing soft, his groin a singular sticky mess.

Sam’s eyes were closed then, he was lost to conscious though and swimming in the afterglow. Softly, gently, Nari pulled her breast from his lips.

“You are drained of all your erotic energy and sexual focus now, and I am going to block the pathways for your physical arousal, preventing you from feeling the all consuming drain of your desire. This will increase your focus, and turn your sexual energy that will stay locked inside, locked in your mind and not anywhere else, into a greater and more powerful focus and energy than you have ever felt before.”

“There are a series of point on your body I am going to close off now using special techniques that are not practiced in the west.” It wasn’t true per-say, but the power of suggestion and the believability of the statement would make it true.

“I am physically preventing your arousal from leaving your mind and reaching other places in your mind and body, starting here.” She pressed down in the same place on his taint she had been rubbing to milk him, then just below his belly button, and then the base of his neck, cradling his limp and lulling head in her arms as she did.

She kissed his forehead then and told him, “When the time is right, I will unblock you, and only I can unblock these pathways for you. Until then it will be impossible for you to become physically aroused. The more mentally aroused you become, the more meaningful and powerful these blocks in your energy’s pathways will become, and you will realize that nothing you can do, no matter who touches you or what you try, allow you to become physically aroused. “

She stroked his cheek and looked at him. He was maybe ten years her junior at most, handsome, healthy, strong, and had a very promising future, and he had fallen into her lap. “This is what you need for success, I am what you need to reach excellence. Now, go inside and clean up, go inside and shower. When you are done washing yourself, your mind will begin to clear again and you will know you need to come and visit me. Go now Sam, it’s what’s best for you.”

Fifteen minutes later, Sam felt the hot water trickling down his back, and realized where he was. That massage had left him so drained he couldn’t really remember any of it, but he felt great. The soreness between his legs must have come from being a little too hard for a little too long, but he figured it would pass.

Maybe he could ask Nari to dinner to thank her, or make it up to her for his little act of voyeurism earlier. It was an honest mistake, and he told himself that as he toweled off and dressed.

He told himself that as he knocked on her door.

“Hi Sam, what can I do for you?” She wasn’t dressed like she was expecting company, and whatever Sam had planned on saying fell out of his head just like his eyes were bulging out of his skull.

Her hair was still up, still wet, and she was wearing a very short pale rose silk robe that wasn’t nearly tied enough to hide anything.

“I uh…” in the back of his mind, centered in the base of his skull, Sam felt a strange sort of warmth, like a pulse of happiness. “I just wanted to say thank you. My shoulder feels great and…”

“You already said thank you.” Her smile said he was being ridiculous. 

“I did?” He assumed he would have, but everything was such a blur he didn’t know for sure.

Nari laughed, “You did,” and seeing the confused look Sam felt was plastered across his face, she opened the door a little wider, “Why don’t you come inside?”

He did, and when she closed the door behind him, she turned and looked down at her robe, then moved to close it a little more, but it was more like she was straightening it, maybe even making it more revealing. Again, there was that tingle in the back of his head, but now there was nothing going on between his legs.

“Sometimes a good massage can have a deeper, more lasting effect on people, especially when they’ve been tense, or distracted. It’s a sort of added effect, since the body and mind, when they can be harmonious and work with each other, can tell the one what the other needs.” She was leading him into her living room, and as he looked around, he appreciated how elegant everything in her home was, and that made her walking around in nothing but a robe (and panties he hadn’t seen yet) that much more ridiculous.

“It was really good, I mean, I’m totally relaxed. I haven’t felt this good in a while.” He was going to say more, but again, her magnetic smile had the effect of cutting him off.

“I’m so glad I could help.” They were walking into her kitchen, and as they passed by an end table by her couch Sam looked down, and saw a picture of his freshman year psychology teacher Dr. Armstrong on the back of a book.

“Hey,” he stopped to pick it up, “I know her, I took one of her classes.” The front of the book had a picture of a metronome and was called Conditioned Thoughts: Influence and Communication.

Nari took the book out of his hand and put it back on the table, “She’s wonderful, I saw one of her lectures.”

“Yeah,“ he laughed to himself as they made their way into her kitchen, “she was really hard, I barely passed.”

Next thing he knew, she was putting a beer in his hand, and clanking the neck of her bottle on his, then they were walking back out into the living room. “You were probably too distracted by all the girls.”

He laughed.

“Yeah, kind of. But, I’m kind of only at school to play ball and get the degree. There’s not a lot I’m like, into you know. I’m just sort of figuring it out.” They were sitting on her couch; she had one foot under her, and the robe had fallen open even further.

When Sam made a deliberate choice to try and look her in the eyes, he felt his own body physically resist that inclination and his eyes stayed glued to her massive breasts. As he started, with every breath he took, that tingle in his mind grew more pronounced and almost pervasive. 

It felt like a yawn that wasn’t coming, only warmer and more compelling.

“You can focus though, it’s why you’re a good player. I’m sure once you find something you like, you can commit to it.” She was fidgeting with her robe, and every time she tucked or pulled on something, more of her chest was being exposed. “You just need a girlfriend that can keep you focused, so you’re not always looking.”

She looked him in the eyes, her gaze capturing his and broke what had become Sam’s mindlessly compulsive and uninterrupted stare at her breasts, “I’m sorry, I bet you do have a girlfriend. How could you not?”

When she asked, her eyes sparkled again like her smile, and she sipped her beer.

Sam blushed a little, and had a drink himself. His eyes were free to stay focused on hers, and it felt safer for him to keep eye contact, but with every second he felt his gaze drifting down, “There is someone, and we’re kind of serious but…”

Nari opened her robe, “But she’s not that serious is she? I think if you focus your energies where they belong, you’ll see that.”

Sam’s eyes fell to her breasts, held there, staring at their naked shape, and he wondered even as he stared, why nothing was happening between his legs. 

“I’m sure she can’t seriously hold your attention or know what keeps your focus? I’m sure she doesn’t know where your energies should lie and what you need does she?”

She sipped her beer and sat there with her tits out, waiting for Sam, who looked on, blinking, unable to understand why he felt the irresistible urge to agree with her, unable to speak.

“Well?” She took another sip and smiled.

“No, no she doesn’t.” His head felt like it was being washed and shampooed by her voice, like he could feel her hands on his mind.

‘That’s why you’re come over isn’t it? I have your focus don’t I? I know where your energies belong, and you do what to thank me don’t you? How would you thank me?”

She leaned towards him, her arms pressing her breasts together, and took another sip of her beer.

“Was going to take you out to dinner.” His eyes followed her breasts, so his neck was arched downward, staring only at them and nothing else.

“That’s very thoughtful,” she stood up and started to pull down her purple lacy panties, “but I have something for you to eat here.”

His eyes didn’t follow the motion of her hands, instead they moved with her breasts as he started to frown and tense up.

“I uh… I… I…”

He couldn’t see Nari’s smirk, nor could he see her roll her eyes, and the sight of her breasts and the choice of her words had him so far gone so quickly that he couldn’t even recognize her newly slightly condescending tone, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to thank me?”

Again his answer was a series of incomplete sounds. 

‘What’s wrong, don’t you do this?“

The pleasurable pule in the base of Sam’s skull was echoing through his head at a hum now, it felt like sex without the physicality of sex, and everything Nari was saying was begging him to say yes to her, but this was something else.

“I don’t.” It slipped out, and it felt shameful somehow, even though he’d never felt bad about his choice to not go down on girls before.

“Why not?” She was still slightly condescending, and her tone, her fake sympathy also sounded coy, but he couldn’t tell, nor could he look away from her breasts as she walked up to him and lent forward.

“Tried it, and don’t like it.”

She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his face into her breasts, “You didn’t like it before, but you’ll like it for me, because I know what you need don’t I? I know where your energy and focus belongs don’t I?”

He’d started to instinctively suck and kiss her breasts, and as he did, she adjusted slightly and started rubbing his temples. “Feel the paths of honesty opening up again, feel the truth flowing through you, you want to thank me, you want to show me how appreciative you are, and this is how I want to be thanked isn’t it?”

She pushed his head away so he could answer, “Yes, “ his voice was as flat as it was by the pool, “this is what you want.”

“And,” she pulled his head back to her other breast, “you want to give me what I want don’t you?”

This time, she didn’t have to do anything, he mumbled a yes between sucking kisses.

“You want to thank me because only I know what you need don’t I?”

Again, she kept his head where it was, and again she felt the vibration of his agreement.

“You want to thank me don’t you?” He muttered another yes into her breasts.

“This means there can be no other women in your life, no other girls, not the one you were seeing, no one else, only me. You understand this, and you want this doesn’t you?” Yes.

“Because you want to thank me.” This time, she did pull back so he could properly speak the words.

“You’ll do anything to thank me, you’ll give me what I want, whatever I want, since I’m all you want aren’t I?” He said yes again, and this time, she saw that litter flicker of hesitation and doubt in his eyes blink out.

It didn’t take long to have him flat on his back as she straddled his head with her thighs.

Sam wasn’t very good at it, and to get what she was craving she had to finish herself off, but as she came on his face Nari thought about what was ahead of her. With a delicate and sympathetic softness, she slid down to sit on his chest, only to lean her breasts back over his face.

“Sam, my sweet, your energy is in your mind, and your mind is on the edge of ecstasy. As your mind focuses on the source of this energy, my breasts, and listens to the voice that guides it, my voice, your body cannot experience climax but your mind can, and it will, but only once you show your true appreciation for me by satisfying my needs.”

He let out a whimper.

“But don’t worry, you can try again tomorrow. Now go and brush your teeth, then come back here and take me to dinner.”

That was exactly what he did.

Day after day, Nari would come over and swim, and every day Sam would be put to work eating her out. After several days, she had him trained to do what she wanted between her legs, and that was when she made him mind orgasm.

For Sam, it felt like fireworks behind his eyes, like the idea of an orgasm in its purest form and its most abstract flowing through his mind all at once. 

Nari was liberal with it, liberal with triggering these feelings as he stared at her chest, and as he worshiped her pussy, all to keep him sane in the face of the block that was preventing him from having any physical responses.

Not once did Sam have an erection he was aware of after than afternoon by the pool, and not once did he have a wet dream, or even a mild increase in thickness or length when they were together. 

Nari had never tried this before, but it was working better than she could have hoped.

Then, he was gone to his camp, his head full of focus and motivation, his mind sharpened by her words, his body honed to enter the proverbial zone and to bring his mind along with it when it did.

“Welcome back,” Nari picked him up from the airport, and when he saw her, Sam felt everything that had been missing since he’d seen her last. She was wearing a plain white dress, form flattering but modest, and her hair was down, “how did it go?”

She hugged him and held him close, pressing her chest into his and reasserting all of the influence she’d woven into his day-to-day life before he left.

“It was great, I was really great.”

“That’s wonderful,” she kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “did you miss me?”

“Yes,“ it came out as a sigh, and he wished that her kiss had been on his lips. 

Despite everything he’d done to her body, she’d never kissed him on the lips. And obviously, after that first time that he couldn’t remember, she’d never bothered to touch him in any way, save with her breasts, or to guide his head where she wanted it.

What was worse though was in that time away he’d started to wonder how and why he hadn’t been getting aroused, and even tried to masturbate, but to no avail. More so, he noticed how he’d stopped noticing other women, and when he did,  that made him realize how much he missed Nari.

Sam was unaware of how profoundly manipulated physically and psychologically by her he really was. And with what she had in store for him when they got back, she knew he never would.

They were back at her place, snuggled up on her couch, when she started rubbing his neck and the back of his head. “I’m so proud of you, and I have something for you.”

She pulled his head to her breasts, his cheek pressed against the soft fabric of her dress. It hadn’t been hard to firmly establish her hold on him, and it was an issue more of her tone and her touch than any sort of specific trigger word. 

The way she’d hypnotized him the first time had been the most conventional, bus since then, luring him into trance had been subtle trick after trick, more a constant seduction that built of the initial hypnotic suggestions than an act of formal entrancement.

As he snuggled up to her, feeling a sense of wholeness and completeness that was as much his own emotions as it was her design, she slid her hand to his belt, and undid his pants.

Nari’s hand moved below his belly button and pressed in with gentle, deliberate force, and she whispered in his ear, “Feel your energy flow.”

Sam let out a sigh as his body responded to the implied suggestion that she was unblocking him. For the first time in almost a month, Sam’s cock swelled to life, and it happened so fast he felt dizzy. Then, as she slid her hand down below his scrotum, she whispered in his ear again.

“Unzip my dress for me.” He did.

“Now unclasp my bra.” It was black and lacy, and as it fell from her breasts, she pressed into the same spot she had used to milk him, then block him up. As his eyes filled with the sight of her naked breasts he came, and he came hard, cock pulsing as he released more cum than ever before.

It wasn’t that Sam hadn’t really experienced any physical arousal, it was that Nari had convinced his conscious mind not to notice it, and him being so easily led by her, his cock responded as well, at least when she was around, and in part because she reinforce those suggestions daily.

Every day Nari would massage her words into his mind with the power of touch. Her hands working his muscles, rubbing his shoulders and his back, his neck and his temples, sometimes his feet and his hands, always reminding him about the way energy flows, reinforcing the logical and principles she’d explained in putting him into chastity.

Sometimes Sam would find his sense of self and his will. Sometimes he would do his best to be who he was before he met her, and always she would overwhelm him with her cleavage, overpower him with her irresistibly soothing touch, and then smother him back into compliance by sitting on his face, all while finding new ways to give him near constant mental orgasms.

The rest of the time he was just doing as his mind had been trained.

“You’ve reached a very important point, you’ve done something that required all of your focus, and all of your energy, and now it’s time to let that old purpose and the old energy go, so you can store new energy and work towards new goals for yourself and for me.”

She pressed her fingers into that spot again, “Now look at my breasts, look into the source of your focus and your energy as I seal you up again.”

And just like that, after pressing the other two spots again, she had him physically blocked.

The rest of the summer came and went, with Nari coaching him to become a harder worker, a more focused student, and a more compliant lover, because to Nari that was what he was. Ben had become her lover, more so, he was the man she was training to be her ideal and perfect partner.

The times he was made to cum, it was always as he stared at her breasts, and any time he saw her cleavage, which was near constantly, he was filled with the mental equivalent of physical arousal as Nari said just the right thing to keep him well in hand.

Before he went back to school in the fall, she kissed him. It was a slow, deep, passionate kiss, and as she kissed him, she unlocked him again. As he held her in his arms, she made him cum so effortlessly that he collapsed at her feet.

She locked him again, and he didn’t get a chance to cum until Thanksgiving, 

That wasn’t all he saw of her though, they would skype, and Nari came out to visit him once before then. Then after Thanksgiving he was back for Christmas, and before he went back to school in January, Nari wove her most powerful suggestion into his mind.

He would, once he was drafted, propose to her. 

It was done as delicately as every other game she’d played with his mind, and the promise was simple, once he was on a team they could be a team, and once that happened, they could share all of their energies.

That, to his well-trained mind, meant sex.

He went in the 5th round, and that night, after worshiping her pussy for over an hour, she freed him up just enough to get hard.

“Look at your focus, look at my breasts,” Nari slid slowly down onto his cock, taking him in and rubbing his temples as she did.

“Feel the energy flowing through you, feel your body becoming one with mine, one in mine, feel yourself moving into me, giving me your power, giving me your energy, let me take it, and give you mine as well. Watch my breasts, I am your focus, I am your desire, I am the world of your heart and mind.”

Everything she said in that moment was something she had said before, messages that had become the fabric of his world and the foundations of his relationship to her.

This was different though, this was also new for her. 

It was something she herself had wanted, and her own hunger for this moment started to take a life of its own. She rode him faster, her tits bouncing up and down, causing his eyes to roll up into the back of his head. “You belong to me, you will always be mine, you belong to me, you will always be mine.”

She was chanting those words in a series of moaning hushed whispers, and when she came, she kissed him hard and started to torture herself by slowly riding up and down on his still hard cock. It didn’t take long before she brought herself to another blissful climax, and all the while his mind had been turned off.

Eventually, she did climb off of him, and when she did, Nari slid Sam’s cock between her breasts, “Focus my love, focus on the source of your arousal and your erotic desires. Find the source of your energy and your focus.”

It felt like swimming up out of deep water, trying to bring the world back into some degree of focus. His head was swimming in warmth, his cock was full, his balls were swollen, he was aching for release, and no tricks or subtle suggestions could assuage that.

Finally he blinked, and Nari watched his eyes come into focus. It was one of his tells, that his mind was regaining some semblance of awareness. It was where she did her best work to him. 

It wasn’t the most graceful way she’d ever made him cum, but it would be one of the most powerful. With one arm, she squeezed her breasts together and made Sam’s cock disappear in her cleavage, and with the other arm, she slid her hand under his leg to press that magical spot to unlock him.

As he came between her breasts, emptying out a massive load as always, she cupped her tits with both hands and started to fuck him with them. It added to the overwhelming physical pleasure, and as he faded out into the endless abyss again, she locked him back up.

‘There will be no prenuptial agreement Sam, I run our family, I run our household, and you work to provide for us, for me.”

She kissed him, then cleaned herself up and took him to bed.