The Story of Michell Chapter 01  

KarezzaMagick 65M
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4/15/2006 7:57 pm

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The Story of Michell Chapter 01

This is the story of a girl named Michelle, who has changed my life in more ways than I can probably ever relate in mere words, but I need to try, because she's asked me to explain everything to you in my own words.

Note - I put the bulk of the story inside, as the first comment, so I can keep a tidy front page. Just click the "Comments" link for the rest of the story!

KarezzaMagick 65M
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4/15/2006 8:01 pm

The Story of Michell Chapter 01
(The Tantra of Femdom Sex Magick)

This is the story of a girl named Michelle, who has changed my life in more ways than I can probably ever relate in mere words, but I need to try, because she's asked me to explain everything to you in my own words.

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Two years ago this April, at the ripe old age of nineteen, I was living in a Northern Ohio University town, working for a pool installation company, trying to save money to go back to school, and wondering whether I would ever be able to make anything out of my life.

My job didn't pay enough to encourage much hope of earning a degree in the near future and, looking back, I wasn't enthusiastic about one anyway; mostly I just wanted a doorway into a better life. I didn't indulge in drugs and I drank beer rarely, and only on weekends. I had no real friends and nothing around town interested me much. I stayed home most evenings, surfing the Internet. The only vice I had was a mild addiction to Internet porn, which kept my gonads drained and pretty much eliminated any hope of finding a real girlfriend -- not just because of semen deficiencey, but also because I wasn't at all outgoing or bold; and after all those hours of staring at photos of pretty young ladies in the most depraved poses imaginable, on the rare occasions when I had chance to interact with a flesh and blood woman of my own age, I usually blushed and stammered and couldn't meet her eyes directly. Something about the combination of pornography addiction and the politically correct pretensions of the society around me made me feel like I was filthy and vile for even wanting to look at a real girl. Until I met Michell, that is.

I led my lonely life not even feeling lonely, because I hardly felt at all. I wasn't unhappy, life was just bland and meaningless. From what I saw of the wealthy people for whom my employer installed swimming pools, life didn't offer much even if someone did make it and manage to hold down a good job with a wife and children, cars and boats. So I didn't feel very bad even though I had no prospects, was stuck in a lousy job, and I had never even kissed a real girl, let alone fondled a hot, stiff-nippled breast or felt a woman's fingers unzipping my fly to free and capture my bulging manhood. Life was a lot like being encased in thickly smeared layer of semi-transparent gray clay. Then I met Michelle!

I really can't remember the first time I saw her because the first time I really noticed her I realized I'd seen her around before, maybe for a long time, but I had never given her much attention. She didn't wear much makeup, dressed modestly, and really wasn't much to look at, at least not to see her on the street. She wore her blond hair in a short, rather boyish cut, and her face was mildly cute, but nothing like the kissers of the gorgeous models I was accustomed to staring at each evening when I quickly pumped the fluid from my briefly erect penis.

Her body wasn't overly shapely; she'd never make it as an Internet chick. At least not from what I could see of her through her bulky clothing. Her breasts were there, but they were smallish. Her bottom seemed a bit larger than normal for her size, and it was nicely round, but I had always been a breast fan (breasts had turned me on and awakened my childish sexual desire, even before I knew there was anything else on a woman to get excited about).

It was her eyes that captured me. They were sharp and lively and glowed with a hint of wicked enthusiasm and maybe something more. The first time I noticed her it was on the busy shopping street at several blocks from my third-floor apartment. It was just before dark and I was exiting a small grocery store as she walked in past me. Our eyes met and she smiled in a bold, self-assured way that made it impossibe for me to feel dirty or look away. I think I even grinned at her, but we passed so quickly I don't really remember. I'll never forget that image of her, though. It seemed to sear into my soul, goofy as that may sound.

Over the following weeks, I noticed her over and over. It almost seemed that she was seeking me out, so often did our paths coincidentally cross in the crowded streets and walks of what was the busiest part of town. She always smiled and looked into my eyes, and as we continued to meet, apparently by chance, she began to give me a knowing look -- very chaste and non-sexual, yet with a hint of something I couldn't quite name. It almost seemd that she was sizing me up in a way that reminded me a little bit of a lab technician and her white rat. That gave me a shivery feeling the first time I thought of it.

After around two months, our fleeting encounters had begun to take a central part in my life, yet I'd never spoken to her and didn't intend to, not knowing what to say and being very shy, though I don't like to admit it. I began to realize that I valued her low-key input into my life more than almost anything, though I didn't fantasize about her or have any sexual feelings toward her -- at least not that I was aware of. I was, however, looking at a lot less online porn. Internet girls just seemed very "flat," given a point of real interest in my life, even a non-sexual one. This odd young lady had become my "Center of Gravity," and I didn't even know her... and knew nothing about her. Not even her name!

One night, just after dark, there was a gentle rapping on my door and when I opened it, there she stood, dressed in long coat -- it was still early April, with chilly evenings. Her eyes sparkled and she said, "Hello, salix, for that is what I mean to call you, my name is Michelle, and I want you to become my own." That's exactly what she said and I didn't understand what she was talking about, so I stammered out something (or nothing), and just stood there looking into her eyes with a dumb look on my face, at least I felt dumb. She chuckled and went on, "Forgive me please; it's got to be done this way, according to tradition. Now I must tell you more precisely and leave you with 24 hours to think it over, so listen and try to remember what you are about to hear."

"I want you to be my own... no, not a boyfriend, something more like a pet, but a very human pet, of course -- and maybe something else, if things work out. I want you to place yourself willingly into my care and keeping and pledge to follow my instructions and training without question. Actually, you may ask questions, but only at times when that's allowed. If you are willing to agree to all this, you will benefit in ways you can not even imagine. If you forsake me, your life will go on as it is now, only it will grow more drab and lonely as the years go by."

Then she looked at me with a studious and sly look and said in a low voice,"you're a virgin, aren't you? Never been with a real girl, I mean?" I blushed and stammered out some bold words that trailed off into nothing. "No need to answer, silly," she said in a mock-stern voice, "you can't hide the truth from me. And I want you to keep your hands off yourself until you meet me tomorrow evening at this place on this card." She shoved a card toward me, which I accepted and pocketed without comment.

"Think this offer over carefully and deeply, but know that if you refuse now, I won't give you another chance. You come to my place tomorrow at exactly this time and be prepared to do exactly as I instruct. And whatever you do, keep your hands off your wiener, because if you abuse yourself between now and then, you will never be able to hide the fact from me and I'll withdraw my offer and send you away. So think it over. OK?"

Then, she stepped back and dropped her gaze toward my crotch. As if by some magic ray, I was suddenly erect and throbbing and an aching empty feeling filled the pit of my stomach. I knew that if it was the last thing I ever managed to do, I had to accept her offer, whatever it might hold.. I also knew -- don't ask me how -- that she was totally naked beneath her greatcoat. "I'll expect you tomorrow evening then, salix?" the words slipped from her mouth, cool and precisely matter-of-fact. Then she turned and was gone. Michelle!

I also knew that if I masturbated that evening, I'd never hide it from her. Her brief glance at my nether region lit a fire that refused to burn out, my erection throbbed all night, and weeped from its single eye. All the demons of hell conspired to move hands into reach and encircle my burning organ with nimble, stroking, quickly draining digits. Or so it seemed! I got no sleep that night, as I lay in bed, the brief interlude of Michelle's visit playing over and over again in my mind.

The next morning, tired and worn out, I called into work, sick. We didn't have paid sick days and the boss always sounded like he thought you were cheating him when you called in sick. "There's got to be a better way to live," I thought, as I collapsed back into bed and into a sound sleep. I woke up about six that evening, wakening from a vivid and distrubing dream, though the details vanished from my mind within minutes after I opened my eyes. Was Michelle a dream too, I wondered? I groped the nightstand for her card, clutching it between sweaty fingers and moving it toward my face. "Michelle," it said, followed by an address on a street about a mile away. A quick glance at the clock told me I needed to get moving. After a quick shower and shave I stood in front of my closed, picking through clothes? What should I wear to this event? I was lost, so I pulled on a polo shirt and covered my nakedness with black slacks, then I grabbed my wallet and scurried out the door. I caught a quick bit to eat on the street, and in no time at all, I stood before Michelle's door. Dare I knock? My brain was suddenly flooded with all sorts of reasons why I shouldn't knock. So I didn't knock. It didn't make any difference. The pre-appointed time arrived as the bells on University hill chimed the hour and slowly, the door swung open, revealing... Michelle.

interested13563 54M
2557 posts
4/16/2006 1:29 pm

I wonder, how is it possible that there is a Michelle in
every man's life?????

KarezzaMagick 65M
165 posts
4/16/2006 2:40 pm

Hi, Interested. You too, eh? (!)

rm_goddess1946 107F
13518 posts
4/22/2006 5:26 pm began writing this story when you were 21?
And did you write beyond this point..thirty years ago? Sounds like
a dream of many a young man ...nodz

Awaiting your next installment.

Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...

KarezzaMagick 65M
165 posts
4/23/2006 9:29 pm

GreetingZ Goddess,

Ulp.... actually, I wrote that a couple years ago.
But I did have very similar dreams when I was that age.

I have a second installment. Shall post it "soon."

rm_Kissmystuff 62F
1435 posts
4/24/2006 6:26 pm should post your second installment soon. The story draws one in. Are you sure it's just a fiction...or is it another reality that you lived?



KarezzaMagick 65M
165 posts
4/25/2006 6:18 pm

Well, Kiss...
I will post the second installment.
However, what I'm really waiting for is to experience the third installation. And after you read chapter two, you'll know why!

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