Waking back up, I don't think I've ever been so disoriented before in my life. For several long moments, I couldn't tell if up was down or left was right. My torso was cold, but my legs were hot and sweaty. Some unknown pressure was holding me down, and I couldn't even figure out where I was at first. I'd went to sleep on the couch and now…
I was in my room. Seeing the sunrise across the screen of my computer as my screensaver finally helped me orient myself. And that meant my torso was cold because??
The AC was running full blast and the covers were pulled down to my waist. Okay. Good. I got it. I'm slowly starting to wake up and figure things back out. At least I'm not brain damaged from last night!
But what's wrong with my legs? Why are they numb and unresponsive? Did I paralyze myself by overdoing it last night? With trembling hands, I slowly grabbed the covers at my waist and pulled them aside to find…
Vicky!! Laid across both my legs, with her head tight against my hips, she was gently nuzzling on my limp pecker like a baby sucking on a pacifier!
"Morning, Master." Stopping only long enough to give her greetings once she realized I was awake, Vicky instantly nuzzled back down to gently continue suckling my cock.
I guess that's one way to stop a man from leaving a wet stain in the bed overnight! Sighing heavily, I couldn't help but think that I've got to talk to Maria about her soon. In some ways, Vicky's devotion to my cock is perhaps the most flattering thing I've ever seen in my life. In another though, it's heavy and weighs on my conscience. Honestly, I kind of like the idea of being able to force her to do it — I'm just bothered because she *wants* to, so badly!
Controlling her body would be fun and entertaining. Controlling her mind… not so much. She's less than the brilliant, outgoing, personable, little energetic genius that she used to be. Now, she's just a endlessly craving sex toy. The only problem is, I really don't know if we can fix her now…
For *her* safety, we all agreed to a set of rules for Vicky. No mental changes, unless we *all* agreed to them. Problem is, that was after Maria told her to be my toy. She's happy — you can tell, Vicky's ECSTATIC right now, being just a play toy. Would she ever even agree to going back to being her old self? Particularly knowing her old self might not even enjoy being trapped here. After all, original Vicky was a lesbian and I was just a man to her…
"Get up here, Vicky." Patting beside me, I held my arms opened for her.
"Yes, Master!" Grinning happily, Vicky instantly scrambled up the bed to snuggle her head upon my arm. Rolling onto her back, she contentedly laid both arms crossed behind her head, and sprawled her legs wide opened. Smiling brightly, Vicky closed her eyes and seemed to savor the moment with every fiber of her being anticipating my indulgence of her body.
Legs tingling pins and needles, now that the weight of her body was freed off them, I slowly turned and snuggled my fat body against her. Caressing her left breast with my free hand for several moments, I gently suckled and kissed her other one with my lips until her inverted nipple was standing firmly perked at attention for me.
Is that how a woman's body normally works when they have an inverted nipple? Can they usually be stimulated to become nice rocket peaks? Or was this behavior of hers just something else that was responding to my subconscious desires? Nipples that hide from the world, but which stand out proudly for my personal enjoyment.
I guess that's something else I can ask Maria about later. As an antisocial teen guy, I don't honestly have any experience in this area. Hell, just yesterday I was a virgin! Heck, I might still be. Does getting a blowjob count towards losing a man's virginity? I guess I can ask Maria's opinion of that too, later.
"Vicky?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Are you happy?"
"Absolutely, Master!"
"Would you like for your life to go back to what it was like before our school trip, if it could?
"Never, Master! I'm much happier now! I have you here with me now, after all."
"That's… kind of what I was afraid of." Sighing deeply, I honestly don't think there's much reason to bring up her change to Maria. Vicky's happy with her new existence. I really don't think she'd agree to going back to how she used to be now. After all, Maria told her the past wasn't important… Who she used to be isn't important at all to the current Vicky. She can't focus on the past, so she has no desire to return to the past.
Vicky's happy being a play toy. All I can do now, is work to start shaping her into the best and most useful toy possible.
"Vicky, we've got to talk." Sighing heavily, I guess there's no time like the present to get started.
"Yes Master!"
"First, and this is the most important to me, I've got to make you understand Maria, and my relationship with her."
Yes, Master?"
"I've always been a screw up," I told Vicky softly, as my fingers distractively explored and caressed her warm, soft body. "In all this world, there's probably only a single person worse off than me," I told her softly. (Though honestly, there might be two now, if you count Vicky.) "And that's Maria…"
And for the next hour or so, I played with Vicky's body to my heart's content, while sharing truths and feelings with her that I'd never opened up and shared with anyone before. Honestly, it did me a lot of good to get things off my chest, and if it wasn't for the time we spent unburdening ourselves so cathartically, I probably would've never sat down and wrote this tale of mine.
I told Vicky about my sucky ass life. About my thirteenth birthday, and learning my mother wasn't my mother, but some hired babysitter. I opened up about my woes and problems, and all the sucky ass setbacks in life. And then I told her about father remarrying my Nother, and about Maria becoming my Nister. I confided Maria's secret medical problems, and explained to her about why I was so protective over her. I explained to Vicky why I stripped her of her hair, just to make Maria feel even the tiniest bit better about our newfound situation with life.
In return, Vicky shared her whole life with me. She spoke about being pressured even as a small child to be perfect. Her mother had started entering her in Beauty Pageants even back when she was a baby, and her whole existence was a regulated regime that would make an Army drill sergeant blush with shame. Up by a certain time. Only certain foods allowed for meals. Clothes were picked out, put on her, and had to be perfect. A day long schedule that left no time for spontaneity or being a kid.
Piano practice. Ballet practice. Dance practice. Etiquette practice. Regular school classwork, along with study of various foreign languages and cultures. Fashion lessons. Beauty lessons. And everything had to be perfect! Top of the class wasn't good enough. It didn't matter if her 99 was 3 points higher than the second best — her parents expected at *least* a hundred, if not better than that! Why settle for plain perfection with a 100, when she could do twice the work and get a 102 with extra credit?!!
In the end, I think Vicky had a much better understanding of both Maria and me, and the unusual relationship between us. In the end, I think I finally began to understand why she was so content surrendering all of herself to me, and why she was happy to just forget about everything else and only have to truly concern herself with one singular thing anymore — making me happy.
For Vicky, her change in lifestyle was rather simple in her heart — all she had to do know was make *me* happy, compared to having to make *everyone* happy before.
Maybe we didn't screw up her life as badly as I'd first thought we had. Learning about it, it certainly helped ease my guilt quite a bit over how she was now, and I guess that's a good thing.
At least we finally got our first good real look at each other this morning.