The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Book Binding

Chapter 1: Meeting Strangers

The Book smelled old, and it felt old in her hands. At least it was clean and well taken care of. The Book’s pages showed use and age, but the outside binding of The Book looked much older. She was delicate with it, just in case. The Book had the softening of age, not a dusty feeling. She could not take credit for the lovely feel of it in her hands, as she didn’t know where she had gotten it from or why she had picked it up to read it right now. Its delicately printed text drew her in the moment she had lain her eyes on it. The font was curvy and soft-edged in all the right places to make it partly meek and partly supple but also difficult to read. She had to peer closer into The Book to read each word carefully. The Book was talking about her. She didn’t usually like what she called “soft fonts,” but the font seemed to fit her, as it seemed to be written about her. The Book narrated her experience as she read it, and The Book was correct in every detail. Surprisingly accurate even to the thoughts in her mind. Thoughts that surely a book could not read. Thoughts that surely no one could have written in advance with any continuing accuracy. Her thoughts were a loop of experience: The Book did feel aged and smelled wonderfully of age and experience. And she didn’t know why she had picked up The Book. But The Book was writing her experience. An experience loop? This text was getting monotonous; she wished for something more exciting.

She turned the page to avoid getting stuck in another loop of reading about The Book’s texture and her surprise that she was reading it. Turning the page seemed to clear her mind of those old thoughts. It felt as though the pages were empty, but as she read, it was clear that there were words that had always been there. How could there be a book written about her reading a book? She didn’t know. The confusion was starting to get to her. Suddenly she wanted proof that The Book was telling her story; how could she know? So she turned the page to find out. Was it possible to know the chicken’s or the egg’s story while reading it in this format?

The Book... why did she keep calling it “The Book?” Didn’t it have a name? She tried to pry her eyes away from the pages to look at the Binding of The Book, but the next words spilled out in front of her, and she could not look away. She was driven to read on. She needed to know what this book knew about her and what it had in store for her. But she still needed to know for sure if The Book was talking about her. It had never mentioned her name anywhere in it. Couldn’t The Book be talking about anyone? She turned the page to find out. As she turned the page, her mind became even clearer.

To prove to herself that The Book was talking about her, she walked to her bedroom, never taking her eyes off the next word, then the next, then the next. As she walked down the hall, she felt more sure that The Book was about her, but to be absolutely sure, she set The Book down on her bed. Then, without taking her eyes from it, she tore at her clothing until she was naked. She must have blinked at some point, right? She must have closed her eyes as her shirt came over her head, but to her experience, she had not taken her eyes off The Book. If that was not proof enough that this book was majikal and the writings were of her, she couldn’t think of any other explanation. To be sure, though, she read on, and on the next few pages, it explained in detail what she was doing while she tried to think of something to do that The Book would not have written in it. If she could find one discrepancy, she would prove to herself that The Book was not about her, but so far, everything—even this sentence—was proof that it had her in it. And at this point, was she enjoying roaming her hands along her own body? Or was she trying to prove to herself that The Book wrote about what she was doing or that The Book was written about what she was about to do? Who was in control? She had no reason—at this point—to believe that she was not in control. She did masturbate, after all, without books involved, and she knew she was about to do just that in an attempt to throw off The Book. How could any book precisely know how she liked to bring herself on, even if it had been written to drive her to masturbate. That would be the ultimate test. If her masturbation deviated even in the slightest, she would know that she was reading a pre-written and imprecise story... but how?

On the next pages, The Book’s detail about her masturbation and her thoughts about masturbating—while reading a book—was mind-blowing. Somehow it glossed over all of the minute details so that she could not be completely sure if The Book had been written or was being written. She could not be sure if she was writing it or if it was leading her through this adventure. Even these sentences about her not knowing if The Book or her were writing or had written these things that she could imagine someone having written ahead of time, and she just hadn’t found a deviation... not yet. Her mind hurt trying to keep up. She didn’t have time to go back to check but was The Book starting to lose cohesion? As usual, turning the page made things feel more clear, though.

She was still standing, hands still roaming her body now and then, and just as she felt the pleasure slipping away, she would slip a hand down between her legs again. With her ankles crossed, her legs pinched closed, and standing like this, it created a nice slippery age for her fingers to fuck between her thigh gap. Almost like a pussy outside of her own pussy. She fucked her fingers into her thigh gap to tease herself. She knew that coming like this would be near impossible, but she wondered; if The Book said she would come, would she come anyway? So each time she got some pleasure built up, she would pull her hand out and caress her body with the dry palm of her hand while holding her slickened fingers away from her clean flesh. She had done this “show” for a few men before. It was a treat that she saved for special occasions. She would never say it, but she would try to imply it; she didn’t want them to interrupt her. But inside, she wanted desperately for them to fuck her. She would act as if the show would end soon enough, but she would continue the show until they broke. By the time they could not hold back their desire anymore, and their lust drove them into her arms, her body would be more than ready to receive them. She wished she had a man to receive right now. Almost believing it might be so, she stopped moving, stopped her moaning, and listened to the silence of the apartment... Turning the page eased the noise of her own thoughts, amplifying the existing silence... and loneliness.

On the next page, The Book described—in surprising detail—how her moments’ hesitation had made her lose the thread of pleasure she had been working on. She knew no one was watching her from her bed, slowly having their self-control whittled away. She knew that no man would spring up from the bed, step behind her, and thrust his cock fiercely between her thighs. She reminisced how some men would not even bother to find her sex, thrusting hard and fast through her legs, crashing harshly into her clit. With her clit so well protected by the folds of her pussy lips, she would not take the full brunt of the pounding at first. But as his cock was lubricated by her sex and the pure pleasure made her lose the ability to stand erect, the thrusting cock would push her pussy lips out of the way. That was when the magic happened. The first time his cock crashed directly into her clit, she lost all ability to stand. However, the men she tended to bring home were healthy and strong. They would hold her hips up with sheer will in a fit of ionate strength, and her upper body would flop uselessly down. This only intensified the pressure on her clit... she had ed out at least three times during these sessions. One of her repeat lovers had even taken it upon himself—the second time she had ed out during lovemaking—to fuck her again while she was still fully ed out. He had assumed correctly that he had full consent to do with her body what he may. In fact, waking up from being unconscious is never fun, but waking up to a pussy full of thrusting cock had been something she would always cherish. The fact that The Book knew any of this was disconcerting. It was clear now that she was writing this book as she read it through some majik. Then again, The Book could have already been written, already known these things, and it was just walking her through the motions of the pre-determined masturbation and reminiscence session. How could she know? It had worked before, so she figured turning the page might help clear things up.

She found herself walking to her closet, holding The Book in one hand while rummaging around in the bottom of her closet for the kind of stuff she never shared with lovers. Once in her secret stash, she noticed the list of items on the next page.

She didn’t want to take two trips to carry everything to the bed, so she set The Book down on the floor within view. She didn’t want to miss a riveting word of it. It was not hard then to kneel and put the two Padded Neoprene Wrist Cuffs on her ankles and secure them with one lock each, though she didn’t click them shut just yet.

The Large Red Ball Gag went on next since reading a book didn’t require speech. Finally, the Padded Self Locking Safety Handcuffs were snapped onto her right wrist. They closed tightly around her wrist but had a stop built-in—preset by her—that prevented them from closing too tightly while ensuring that there was no angle at which she could escape from them when they were fully closed.

The Padded Neoprene Bondage Collar went around her neck, and she shivered at the feeling of it as she tightened it just right to be tight but not a risk. Instead of adding one of the remaining two locks to the collar as she would have expected, she threaded the keyring of the Locks’ Key into the D-Ring that worked as the buckle for the collar. She would only be taking the collar off after first un-threading the keyring’s loop from the D-Ring. She was a little surprised to feel herself threading another D-Ring onto the keyring on the Padded Neoprene Bondage Collar; it was the D-Ring from her Neoprene Dog Leash just behind the clasp that would normally be snapped onto a dog collar. The keyring of the Locks’ Key was actually heavy-duty enough that she probably could not break free, but in The Book, it was clearly written that she added one of the two remaining Pad-Locks, ing it through the Collar, Keyring, and the D-Ring of the Dog Leash.

CLICK. The closing of the lock made her heart skip a beat. She would have thought that she had just chained herself naked in the basement of a frat house from how her body had overreacted to the closing of the lock. It changed something in her, making her want to be suddenly more submissive than ever. Even if The Book was not controlling her, surely she would have done anything that was asked of her by the person that held the other end of this Neoprene Dog Leash! Sadly there was not. It just hung at her front, tickling the skin lightly between her breasts, ALMOST tickling the skin of her mons, but just missing. She also realized that her Padded Neoprene Bondage Collar had just become a Dog Collar. There was no doubt about it. After all, wasn’t she desperate to be bred by some hunk of a man right now!?

To make carrying The Book even easier, she laid the three Lengths of Thick Chain over her shoulders so that the icy cold metal danced shockingly over her nipples. (Of course, she had bent forward a good bit so the chain could dance there. Once she stood up, the individual ends of the chain would have to choose to land either on the sides or between her breasts, and she would lose the wonderful cold stimulation on her over-sensitized nipples.) She enjoyed the sound of the chains rattling on her two nipple piercings, knowing she would be working on them sometime in the next pages.

Usually, messing with her nipple piercings was a challenge. Her breasts were large and firm enough that she would usually use a mirror to do what she knew she was about to attempt. However, The Book had not told her that she was leaving the closet, so she reached into her small “toolbox” and pulled out two pairs of pliers whose ends were wrapped lightly with electrical tape. She pried her left nipple piercing open with less difficulty than normal and unceremoniously let the large bead fall out onto the floor. She knew she would not need it for a long while. That thought alone terrified her!

What did The Book mean by “a long while,” and how long could she be expected to wear these slightly heavy and very sexualized Nipple Bullets? When she saw them online for the first time, she experienced love at first sight! She bought them without reading a single review. She bought them without even having her nipples pierced... yet. These Nipple Bullets were small enough to be hidden under normal clothing but large enough to look like perpetual nipple hard-ons. She LOVED the look of sexy women with NHOs, and she was dying to become one semi-permanently. The subtle but sexual “meaning” of a woman having NHOs was not lost on her. She was a sexual creature, and she wanted everyone to know it. It was not hard to hide them under a light jacket or thicker bra when appropriate. The real zinger of these piercings was that they were vibrators! Imagine! Having vibrators semi-permanently bolted to your body. What did THAT say about her being a sexual being? She knew that—From the moment she got pierced—she would nearly always keep the compatible rings installed in her body even when she didn’t take the vibrators along with her. The large beads required to fill the vibrator’s space would put nice pressure on her nipples whenever she moved. Once they healed, she would be able to take them out long enough to go to the beach or wear a light summer dress, but she would always be enslaved, returning to her rings if she wanted to keep the piercings. She didn’t own any piercing rings that could be hidden easily.

This vibrator piercing purchase had been her first foray into self-bondage, or at least auto-submissiveness, and the first time that she realized that she didn’t mind a lover being responsible for her pleasure, but she didn’t NEED a lover for her pleasure. She could easily hide them when she wanted, but she loved wondering who noticed them when she let them push through where people could see. Did Janet from ing want to nibble them? Was Josiah, the bagel delivery boy, dying to pinch them between his fingers? Did the ever perceptive and wonderfully wise—and somewhat handsome—Mr. Sainato, the CEO, guess what they were and wished to bump her inappropriately in the elevator to trigger one to turn on? The piercings were at once liberating and the beginning of her own newfound long-lasting bondage and submission.

Before she knew it, she had the two Nipple Bullets installed. They made the nipple ring piercings stand out and pull slightly on her nipples like the large but lighter beads never could. Also, she knew the power these two vibrating Nipple Bullets could punch when turned on. She read the next few sentences cautiously, worried that The Book would describe her turning them on with their little buttons on their bases, but The Book didn’t do more than mention her fear of it. She loved these Nipple Bullets and would wear them at all times if she could hide them better, or maybe if they had a mild setting that could be hidden under thick clothing and not heard by everyone on the bus! As it was, though, they were either jackhammers thundering directly into her pleasure center, or they were off... no variability. And God forbid she wore one and accidentally pushed one of the buttons when she didn’t mean to... The embarrassment would be too much for her to handle, so she saved them for times like this. Imagine a bus or elevator full of people looking for that strange vibration noise, especially if she had slipped out a surprised moan of pleasure. Then they would look directly at her and watch her embarrassed face as she meekly reached up to pinch her apparent nipple hard-ons to make the noise stop. Well, she saved them for times when she wanted to go all out on a sexual pleasure session—alone or with a partner—she hadn’t ever thought to save them for some time when some weird-ass book was making her wear them... or was The Book simply recording the fact that she had decided to wear them!? She didn’t know!

With a new page turned, The Book in one hand, an excitedly-calm clear mind, and one Pad-Lock, Female Condom, and the Tube of Liquid V in her other hand, she walked carefully back to her bed. She was careful not to catch on her Neoprene Dog Leash or let the Thick Chains smack too hard into her ribs as she walked.

She wasted no time placing The Book on the bottom corner of the bed and continued reading as The Book described how she was reaching under the mattress to find the installed locking carabiner. She didn’t even need to look, and The Book wasn’t making it easier this time. Unlike the Nipple Bullets she hardly wore, she had chained herself to the bed more than once for herself or lovers. The locking carabiners were easy to find, easy to open, slip one end of the chain in, and lock back up. No key was required to open them, but she felt she would be in no position to reach them soon enough.

Once the second chain was locked on the other corner of the bed, she moved The Book from the foot of the bed to the middle of the bed. She had to crawl across, but she didn’t have to intentionally let her Nipple Bullets drag and bounce across the comforter, did she? (Of course, she did! If it were her own story being written, she had the right to enjoy a little self-tease. But, if it were The Book writing—or already have written—her story, then she had enjoyed The Book’s little tease. Either way, she found that she had connected the last chain to the locking carabiner in the middle of the headboard, below the mattress, where it could not be seen.

Something nagged at her. She was nearly 98% convinced that The Book was not controlling her body directly and only 89% sure it was only subtly controlling her mind. But if that were true, and she was not creating the text in The Book from her desires, how could The Book have known about her sex toy collection and the locking carabiners under her mattress? No one person knew about all of her secrets. So either this was an omnipotent book, she was writing her own depraved story, or there was some mix of these things happening. Majik!

It was no mystery what would happen next, but she was excited to read about it anyway, just to see how much detail The Book would have. And how she would enjoy reading back through this book later and ing what had happened. Of course, she would never ever put her face to this book again once she could help it, for fear that she might read something much worse than a little masturbation and a little wild self-bondage. What if she read that she was being kidnapped and sold into sexual slavery to a super hot hunk of a filthy rich man who wanted nothing more than to ravage her day and night until he tired of her and ed her on to fuck his equally attentive and attractive best friends? Were these depraved thoughts really in her own head, or was The Book putting them there? Either way, her mind knew that such a fantasy could never be true, but her body didn’t know that... and it responded by making her knees weaker, her sex wetter, and her submissiveness deeper. Her desire to get fucked, and soon, no, NOW, was growing more pressing in her mind.

Still crawling on the bed, on her knees, she maneuvered herself toward the foot of the bed, but she was surprised to find herself facing the head of the bed. Even as she pulled the chain to her left ankle and snapped the lock shut on it, she was surprised. She had never tied herself to the bed facing down before. The thought of getting absolutely railed by a strong hard fast pounding against her ass cheeks suddenly flooded her mind, distracting her from her work, while she spread her legs far apart and turned her body awkwardly to lock the other chain to her right ankle. It was a relief to grab The Book and flop herself—face down—toward the head of the bed. She set The Book in front of her and continued reading, even as she shimmied her body closer to the head of the bed until her ankles were pulled apart as tight as she could manage. She then took a pillow and shoved it hard into the space between the mattress and the headboard, with the chain still snaking below the pillow. She was unsure how this would keep her from reaching the locking carabiner, but at least she could free herself if she locked the Pad-Lock to her handcuffs (once they were locked on both wrists). She then leaned The Book against the headboard and noticed how the pillow ed it so it would not slide down or fall out of sight behind the mattress. A Shame, she thought. If she could be free of The Book, she could finish herself off and be done with this long-winded, sexually exhausting game! Not that she was not enjoying it, but if she were given a choice, she would be coming buckets in seconds. That’s exactly why she took up self-bondage; to force herself to extend her games, teases, and pleasures. It was a bonus that she got a lot of practice. What a treat she was for her lovers! Birthday boys got whatever they wanted and more than most had bargained for.

The Book surprised her on the next page as she pulled the other two pillows and pushed them under her stomach and hips, raising them significantly. This put her ass on display for the empty room and set her up even better for that earth-shattering railing she desired. Unfortunately, this put more downward pressure on her breasts, pushing and pulling on her nipple piercings as she moved. She didn’t love the feeling of the Nipple Bullets pressing deeper into the soft nipple flesh, but it was also not uncomfortable, at least.

She knew that nothing was here to bring her any pleasure that could finish her. Even the Nipple Bullet piercing enhancements, plus the entire bottle of Liquid V, could do no more than tease her and taunt her. She would need her hands free to get any real pleasure, but The Book seemed to have a plan, and she was eager to read the next pages. She opened the Femail Condom packaging and threw the wrapping between the mattress and the headboard away from the pillow. Then she deftly managed to keep her eyes on The Book’s enthralling words while reaching up under her stomach to slip the Female Condom into her sex and properly seat the inner ring deep enough. She enjoyed the harsh, hard feeling of the handcuffs pressing into her stomach as she worked. This was unpleasant but in an oh-so-wonderful way. It reminded her that very, very soon, she would be bound to the bed, and the only pathway to escape was being able to pull her body super tight so that she could just barely reach the locking carabiner at the head of the bed to then unhook herself and finger fuck the shit out of herself as soon as she could manage it. She wondered if the handcuffs would still distract her as they were now. Surely the biting cold metal of the Thick Chain would be more distracting?

Even though she knew the futility of expecting any completion from it, she took two fingers’ worth of Liquid V and spread it liberally on her pussy lips under the Female Condom while avoiding getting any between her pussy lips. Then for good measure, she took the bottle of Liquid V and pressed it into her sex deep enough to be past her hymen muscles inside the Female Condom. Finally, she emptied the bottle into her body. There had not been much left, but she knew that there was now enough in her to be leaking out, but why? It would just get all over the pillows that were lifting her ass so attractively into the air.

On the next page of The Book, she learned a lot about her predicament. For one, she learned how exciting it was to feel the hardened steel of her Padded, Hard-Hinged, Self-Locking Safety Handcuffs closing around her other wrist. It was one thing to wear the handcuffs and entirely another thing to be bound by them. She wore the key to them around her neck, and for now, she could still reach the keys, but still, the hard metal held her tight, and the hinges prevented her from doing much at all with her hands since her wrists were now trapped in parallel. She also learned that placing the chain against her custom handcuffs D-Ring caused her heart to pound. She made sure to pull her entire body as tight as possible before pulling the chain a little tighter. Slipping the Pad-Lock into place made her breath catch in her throat. It was not until she felt the need, no, read the need(?), to close the lock that her panic took hold. It was not a panic from fear but a panic of losing control. Of course—according to one of her theories of what was happening with The Book—she had lost any control when she had started reading The Book. CLICK. Her world was suddenly much smaller. Having not looked at anything but a book for an hour and feeling around her body and world effectively-otherwise-blindly to complete all of her tasks had left her feeling very small, but now that her range of motion was completely limited and The Book was all she had left she felt that wonderful sense of panic that came with self-bondage or the touch of a new lover.

Trapped in her newly smaller world, she tested her bonds. As she moved, she could feel her body flexing and enjoyed the muscle strain and the pull of the bondage. She was also surprised to feel the effervescence of a ghost of a leak of the Liquid V starting to invade her inner folds as she moved. The more she moved, the more Liquid V would seep into her sex, and soon enough, it would be on her clit. She wondered if she could prevent the spread of the Liquid V to her clit more efficiently by squeezing her sex closed as much as possible or by angling her hips so that her ass was even more exposed and her pussy lips were to blossom open. She imagined a man behind her right now and knew that it didn’t matter. The Liquid V would spread, reach her clit, and be a glorious and terrible tease. So, she angled her hips and spread her ass cheeks as much as possible in this position. She felt cool air enter her molten hot core and knew she must be a sight to see. Her nearly red with lust, pink flower petals fully bloomed and glistening wet with desire would look very inviting to anyone inclined to savor and enjoy them. If only there were someone here!

DRIP! Someone flicked her in the clit! No... no one was here with her. DRIP! She stopped all movement and just felt, experienced... her entire world becoming the words on the page telling her her story and clit... DRIP! Something was tapping her lightly on the clit, and she knew what it was. She stayed perfectly still, a new fear embracing her heart. It took longer for the next one, but with some sense of surety, another DRIP! landed on her clit, sending a shiver up and over her ass and up her spine. Her mouth watered around the ball gag, and the knowledge of what would happen next scared and excited her. The Liquid V was seeping out of the Female Condom and slowly drooling down until a drop of it fell off and landed squarely on her clit. It was too late to do anything about it now! Already her clit was completely covered by the insidious stuff! Preventing more of it DRIP! from landing on her clit now would have little effect.

The tingling that had started from the Liquid V seeping between her pussy lips grew quickly into a raging fire of sensations. She had never had the guts to put so much on her. Even a little amount provided her a nice heat and tingle to help her, but this... this would be a whole new thing, and she didn’t know if she could bear it! She also knew she had no choice now. DRIP! Maybe if she didn’t move too much, she could keep most of the rest of it inside of her. She was unsure if she wanted to keep it so that no more fell on her or if she could space it out and have access to it whenever she wiggled her hips or squeezed her sex. DRIP! The tingling was growing stronger. She ed how her friend who had turned her on to it had explained that it felt like tingling at first, then started feeling like 10,000 fingers stroking, and she was starting to see what her friend had meant! The Book would give her a pleasure heart attack before this day was done!

As she tested her bonds, she learned something else. Now that the pillows were holding her ass in the air, and even if she rotated her hips closed or open, she could no longer reach even the pillow between the mattress and the headboard, let alone the locking carabiner! She was fully trapped, and there was no way that she could possibly set herself free! Had The Book considered this before dooming her!? Was she to never get free, ass in the air, wet as April rain, dripping Liquid V down over her clit onto the bed? Ready, but unfulfilled?! No, The Book had a plan. Of course, it had had a plan all along, but she had no idea whatever it was. All she knew was the thrill of fear, and the pleasure of the unknown, while a hint of a hope of a trust was swelling inside of her for The Book, who surely had a plan and meant her no harm. She was also grateful that she could barely reach The Book’s pages to turn them to discover her future through its words. Stretching to reach The Book caused her body to clench, and she knew instinctively that this was how The Book planned to have her slowly squeeze every last drop of Liquid V out of her sex and down to DRIP! on her clit, replenishing its potency. But for how long before it ran out?

How was she to get free? She would gladly accept a man’s help right now to get free. A woman’s help, maybe? Yes. She would give them the payment that was obvious to any potential observer. She would give the pleasure of using her body to anyone that could help her get free. The alternative was nothing nice to think about, and she knew that The Book would make sure that whoever did take of her would be someone she would approve of... she knew it from the calm and clarity given to her from every turn of the page. So she turned the page-turner.

Now she could guess what the plan might be. Surely The Book planned to have someone come and rescue her from her bondage? Would that be when she didn’t show up for work in a few days? Was she supposed to start screaming now or later? It was clear to her that The Book would not have made her wear a Large Red Ball Gag if it meant her to call for help. Who would come anyway? A neighbor, surely. Someone she knew; how embarrassing. Or maybe someone would call the police or firefighters. Anyone in that list of people wouldn’t fuck her, nor did she want any of them too. Well, a sexy firefighter would make for a great fantasy fuck, but its reality would be completely different. How would he explain his absence to his crew? And she didn’t want to be gang fucked by firemen or police officers. Again, the fantasy would be amazing, but the reality... not so much.

Had she even locked the front door? This adventure The Book had her on was great fun, but she dreaded having to explain to the neighbors why emergency services came to her door or why her door had been kicked in.

She heard something, undiscernible six clicks. She focused even harder on The Book, knowing or hoping that it would explain the unexplained sound that she had just heard. Her ears had failed her, and it was clear that The Book had also decided to fail her. The sound had probably been nothing. She had been so perfectly still, waiting for the DRIP!s to stop. The sound could have been anything.

Nope, that sound had been someone slowly, carefully, quietly clicking the buttons on her emergency key lock box that she had hidden behind the post in the hall. Even if someone found it, they would not know the pin. No one knew the pin but her.

She could not hear the lock’s tumblers turning, just as she could not feel the terror in the heart of the person who had inserted the key. But she was reading about it anyway. She could only imagine that this person must be wondering how the FUCK they knew the location and pin for the lock box to a stranger’s apartment in a part of town he had never even been in until today. What kind of person could The Book bring to her apartment that was a person worth trusting to save her, but who would also be willing to break into a strange apartment? He/she/they had at least put her key back in the lockbox and snapped it shut once her door was open.

The pleasure of her sex was forgotten as her eyes danced across the page, trying to discover what would happen to her. But, unfortunately, the words were not coming fast enough, or rather, the words were coming fast, but the meaning and truth had been discarded for filler text since her consumption of the words on the page was faster than the happenings in her house. And The Book wanted to make her wait! It was such a good book.

A presence entered her bedroom, but she had eyes only for The Book’s pages. She could smell him; there was something clean like fabric softener, but also something heady, some musk that she immediately liked. He wore it well, whatever it was. If only he could possibly know her desire. She didn’t even care if he was fat or ugly at this point. He smelled nice, and The Book at least seemed to like him. Plus, he had a cock, and her Female Condom protected her. How much of a slut was she being right now to not even want to know this man’s name or even see his face? And how dare The Book call her such things? Or was it her own mind knowing her truth? She was, after all, ready to fuck. How could she blame The Book for her innermost feelings? Hadn’t it only controlled her body and her actions, not her thoughts and mind? Didn’t she have on a Dog Collar? Wasn’t she a bitch in heat?

He was not content with fucking her uninvited, though. Even though she was waggling her ass to make 1000% sure he knew she wanted to fuck, he was still a gentleman, no matter what his most recent breaking and entering said about his current state of mind. And he didn’t know about The Book, so he was not getting filled in on every little unknowable detail—as she was.

The man walked toward the head of the bed and stood beside her. She read The Book as fast as possible, hoping it would fill her in on some details. Was he tall? Handsome? Fuck! What was he dressed in? The Book wouldn’t even tell her that. She knew she would either have to keep reading and risk him taking her as disinterested, or she would have to will herself to force her eyes from The Book for the first time in over 5000 words!

She blinked hard and turned her face to meet his, though, she could not quite look up at his face, but she was happy to see that he was healthy and wearing a nice pair of business slacks and a tucked-in button-down. With a body like this, she didn’t give a flying fuck what his face looked like; even when a book was not controlling her, she didn’t take much stock in handsomeness compared to a healthy body. She kept herself fit just for this one reason. How could she attract healthy lovers without a healthy body of her own?

She wanted desperately to see his face now, not to see it, but so she could wordlessly tell him that her body was his to do with as he pleased. To beg him with her eyes to make it the hardest fuck he had ever given. She even wanted to beg him to take out the Female Condom, now realizing that The Book had chosen this man for her and that the Female Condom had been only for the Liquid V DRIP! Trick.

She looked back at The Book and quickly read all of the text that explained what had just happened to her, and it was all as accurate as she could expect, but it was really weird to be reading something out of this book that was in the past tense. So, without thinking of how it might look, she turned the page to find out what would happen to her next.

The man saw her turn the page, and he knelt on the floor to read it with her. His eyes must have been darting back and forth as fast as hers because he gasped just when she read the part about how bad she wished he would fuck her, how ready she was for him. She knew that she had tied herself up because of this book, but it must be weird for him to start wondering if this book was reading his mind or if it was reading the woman on the bed? She knew he must be wondering if this book brought him here? And if so, was he supposed to fuck this woman. She knew that everything about her body, from the bondage to the wetness and puffy readiness of her sex to even her smell on the air, told this man that her body was there for him. She wondered if he was the breaking-in kind of villain, or the savior type, or even just some random middle-of-the-road joe-schmo. She felt him stiffen slightly beside her. Had The Book insulted him? Had he read enough to be convinced that she wanted him more than she had ever wanted any person in her life? Only if he read The Book front to here could he possibly know just how chastened her body had been of pleasure for so long! She needed to make sure he knew.

She turned to look at him again, tearing her eyes from The Book for the second time. Even though she could not see his face, he could see hers. His eyes darted between The Book and her eyes. He so desperately wanted to understand this crazy situation, but he also desperately wanted her to let him know that his deep desire to satisfy her need was welcome. He knew no book or majik or insanity could make him fuck her unbidden, but he wanted her so badly that even the smallest of winks or nods would convince him. Her body was so stunning, so welcoming. Even the smell of her sex on the air, and the clean smell of her sheets, mixed with something almost magical in the air invited him to fuck this stranger. He only wanted one thing more than her body and her warmth and the feel of her entire body in his hands; he wanted to know he was invited. Oh, and he wanted to be the cause of, and see, and feel her pleasure. Glancing back and forth between her eyes and the mad ramblings of this strange book was not enough. If only she would look back at The Book so she could know his desire as he came to understand hers... through this strange life-like text.

His eyes locked on to hers, and he watched her beautiful face. At first, it was nearly emotionless—unreadable—but as he looked closer, he could see a desperate need in her eyes. She was breathing hard but shallow—tied tight as she was. She attempted to crane her neck to look him in the eyes but could not see that high up. So, she looked meaningfully at his pants and then back down the bed toward her ass. She had refrained from waggling her ass since the last page change, but now she was leaning her ass toward him, within her limited motion. The first sound from her lips in hours was nothing more than an exasperated breath with a miniscule grunt, but it was instantly clear to him that this noise had been a “please,” even muffled around a drool-coated ball gag. Not the word “please” but the animal grunt of lust that was meant to draw a reluctant man in. Well, he was no longer reluctant. He almost didn’t stop to take his clothing all the way off, but he wanted to feel the length of her skin on his, the warmth, softness, and smoothness of her perfect skin.

She looked back at The Book and started reading from where she had left off again as she felt the Female Condom pulled gingerly out of her body. It took her time to get to the “now” because she had stopped to inspect a few lines again, like the one where he found her beautiful. The way The Book wrote it, she could almost feel it, and it felt so much more true this way than spoken through lips. Even though the words were sparse, they were so much more potent. Of course, a man could lie to her, and they often stretched the truth to get at her. But The Book was pure truth, making his lust for her much more potent. So it was just as his body was lying down on hers that she read, “Her body was so stunning, so welcoming.” And as his cock entered her, she reveled in the truest compliment of her life, thanks to The Book’s clear inability to lie. She was reading the words “he wanted to know he was invited” as his body pressed as deep into her as possible, and his cock touched her deepest recesses, completing her. His body felt so good against hers as she read more truths from The Book. She knew he would fuck her hard soon, but she knew and was looking forward to him feeling “of her entire body in his hands.” As his hands roamed, he pulled on her arms with his and pushed and pulled her legs with his. Whether it was intentional or not, he was discovering just how “tied tight as she was” and she could not contain her joy. She moaned aloud again and felt his cock jump inside her, swelling with blood as he explored her body and enjoyed the sounds of her pleasure-spiked desire.

When she got to the part where The Book had “His eyes locked on to hers, and he watched her beautiful face” he started to pump into her... finally! She could feel the pistoning slowly increasing as she neared reading the current text. She did not like being behind, but she refused to skip ahead in The Book, so she read as fast as she could manage while The Book began gyrating in her view. Bliss.

The Liquid V was doing wonders, but the Nipple Bullets were sadly off. She had no way of pressing them hard enough into the bed to trigger their buttons. But if he were to reach under her and fondle her breasts, he would find them and feel the buttons under his fingers and add their happy vibrations to her already pleasantly overwhelming sensations. His fucking slowed, and he leaned forward. She bit her lip hard. She knew that The Book was talking to him, and she knew he would do it. The Book was practically shouting instructions at him at times like these, and she didn’t mind, not at all. She relished that his warm hands would soon... no... now they WERE reaching under her and cupping her breasts. He did find the buttons right away, but he took a moment to enjoy her large breasts even though The Book had not explicitly mentioned that in its bold, underscored statement. He was enjoying her for her, and she knew it was true; The Book told no lies.

Before he pulled his hands away to get a better purchase on the bed to start ramming into her body harder, he turned the Nipple Bullets on, and it was glorious!

She was aghast! So much stimulation, and in all of the right places and all of the right ways. She clearly should have come once, if not 100 times. Was it the Liquid V, or was The Book preventing her from coming? Either way, even if it was the Liquid V, The Book had planned on this. Was she to experience no orgasm today? Was she to come when he did, as so often happened with her when she had a deep connection with a man? She felt a strong connection to this man; maybe her body was waiting for him? But he also seemed to be getting frustrated. Maybe he was distracted by The Book, or maybe she was too wet? Maybe he had just come from fucking the daylights out of his girlfriend somewhere else in this apartment building when he felt the summons of The Book?

The man’s relentless pounding slowed, and he leaned forward again, pressing extra deep into her so that he could read The Book, but it had no answers for him that it didn’t have for her. Surely he must be wondering—like her—if it was The Book or the woman in control of the story. What if he could be in control? Did The Book give her power to dictate the conditions of the situation? Or was The Book fully autonomous? Whenever he read it carefully, it seemed to change its wording slightly to include his narrative along with hers. He leaned forward and grabbed up The Book.

Her heart sank right down through her chest. Just as he had chosen to move to take The Book she had seen the font change completely. This new font was not hers, it was his. And now she could no longer even see the text. Panic should have set in, but her pleasure and desire overrode the fear and shock. What mixed her emotions up the most was that she was no longer in control, if she ever had been. A moment earlier, she had been the main character, but suddenly she was the side character, a fixture bound to the story as much as she was a fixture bound to the bed. It was a profound thought, almost like an out of body experience, suddenly finding out that she was nothing more than a character in her own story. No. She was an NPC in someone elses story! Her bondage and the smallness of her world seemed amplified, and it only drove her harder to enjoy her pleasure. That seemed the only way to prove that she was still a main character. Then again, if he was the main character, she should try extra hard to please him, or risk being forgotten in the story? Impossible. She knew it in her heart, and The Book would not lie to her.

Closer up, the text seemed bolder and less soft-edged. He looked back to the text from before he had taken The Book, and it was indeed rounder and more delicate than the text The Book was making for him right now. Did souls have fonts? Was The Book interpreting him somehow harder and bolder than her, or was his mind making this text this way?

He knew that someday in the future, she would read this part of The Book, but for the moment, he realized that she was now experiencing her first moments of freedom from constant reading. He didn’t know if The Book’s thickness indicated how long she had been trapped in its pages, but if the preparation of her body for him had been any indication, then she had been in it for more than an hour. He only hoped it didn’t take complete control of his life by his folly of reading The Book.

As he read, he changed his position completely, bringing his legs up to straddle her ass and sitting up. He set The Book down on her back and enjoyed the feel of his cock pressed so deep into her tight pussy. And no, he didn’t think she was “too wet” but wondered why he had not been able to come yet. Maybe some demon in The Book was consuming their lust. No, majik he could now believe in—after experiencing this—but demons were a stretch for him. He wondered again if he could control The Book or if The Book controlled him?

He experimentally slid his ass up and down hers thrusting slowly into her body, enjoying the feeling. As soon as she had done it, though, he realized that there was no way of knowing if that had been his idea or The Books, and he was not sure it mattered. Well, if The Book would not let him cum, he would enjoy it a bit longer before he tried to do something about it. It was just too bad that she would not come while he was enjoying her body, at least, according to The Book. Why was The Book capitalized? Didn’t that prove to him that this thing was sentient if it had a “proper name?”

He put The Book aside, lay back into her, and enjoyed her body more. He kept glancing over at The Book, though, unable to decide if he wanted to ignore it or not. What if something important crossed its pages about how to pleasure this woman or help her cum? What if he missed something so critical?

And since she could no longer see The Book, he was no longer getting a glimpse into her mind. He would have to ask her someday if she wanted to see The Book again or not. He didn’t even know if he ever wanted to read its pages again once this was done.

At some point, he was tired of hearing her moans of desperate need, and he decided to give both of them a rest. He was not even sure it was a good idea or a safe one, but he picked up The Book, set it on her back again, glided his cock into her slowly, and continued fucking her softly while he thumbed to the beginning of The Book to read about her adventure. If he could have been any harder, he would have been. What had happened to her had been so exciting! He even considered picking up the Female Condom and dumping the remainder of the Liquid V down onto her sex, but he was worried it might be way too much for her at this point. He watched the text in The Book to see what it had to say, but there was nothing, so he must be correct. Once he was caught up to the “now,” The Book had advanced a bit further, but not by much. Probably since he had been concentrating so much on The Book’s old text, not much new had been added.

Now that his full attention was on the text of the “now,” the text was active again, stealing his thoughts and concerns, and even his desires onto the pages. But would he ever let her see it if it took too much from him? Would she then know his deepest, most embarrassing desires? Would she know that he wanted to love her, this beautiful unfortunate creature? Would she read about his lust for her body or his yearning to learn her soul and walk with her in a beautiful life? But would she also read about the lizard brain in this male self who wanted nothing more than to rut with her and every beautiful woman he saw? Could she still love him if she knew this deepest secret of men? Of course, it was not a secret, but could a woman still love a man if they could learn this truth in such an undeceiving way?

He decided to conduct a test to see who was really in control. Maybe. He knew there was no real way to know. Logic dictated that he could not have it both ways. He could either have her love—if it were offered to him—or he could have his carnal desires. But what if he could cheat the system with the help of such an artifact as this book. If he had his carnal ways with any other woman, he might lose her, but this plan might work.

Reluctantly, begrudgingly, and—it seemed with resistance from The Book —he pulled his cock out of her gloriously sweat-glistened body, searched her room for something, and then returned to her body. He sunk himself back into her, eliciting a sigh of relief and a grunt that could only mean she was begging for more.

Carefully he watched the text in The Book for a sign that what he was about to do was bad or good. But, since The Book didn’t seem to care to comment, he was not even sure if the next pages were already written or if they were blank until seen, so he “hacked” the situation by closing his eyes, turning the page and blindly writing in the margin of the next page “she comes hard when I bite her neck.” Then, finally, he turned the page back and opened his eyes.

He set The Book down with the pilfered pen as a bookmark. With The Book closed, he could not read the text filling the page, but he guessed when the left page would be filled and when the next page would start. He was not even sure if it mattered.

He started slow this time. Now that The Book was no longer taking his gaze, he bent low and kissed every part of her shoulders, neck, and face that he could. She leaned her lips up to him, and he lovingly licked and kissed the lips and skin stretched tight by the ball gag. She must be dying to get that thing off, her jaw must be killing her, but he left it. She could try to indicate it to him if she wanted it off. As he increased in speed, she increased the arching of her back. At first, she arched to provide him better access to her sex, allowing him to go even deeper into her than before. Then, she pressed her ass back into him hard enough that it almost hurt once he pounded away. Her tiny measured breaths matched his thrusts now, and tiny squeaks of pleasure escaped her throat with every single thrust. She was so tired. Her ass started to fall. He thought she was losing her strength until he realized she was lifting her face and neck to him. The carnal lust was ing, and now she yearned for closeness to him. He kissed her more ionately, nipping and biting at her ears and kissing her eyelids. He was waiting for some sign that she was as close as possible to cuming. Instead, her body went tight, and she suddenly started bucking as if trying to get free, but he realized that he had finally broken her, and she was trying desperately to cum, but could not.

He reached under her with his hands again. It felt weird to take in handfuls of large luscious breasts vibrating like two angry hornet’s nests. He forgot that he had even turned these on... the poor woman! Once he had a good grasp on her body via her breasts, he leaned in and opened his mouth wide. He breathed hot air on her neck, and her entire body froze. It was almost as if she somehow knew that this would make her cum, or maybe she was just frantic with anticipation of being dominated by such a bite. As his teeth found her neck, her body went limp. Then, as he began closing his teeth to dig pleasantly into her tired muscles, her body quivered, and he knew she was about to cum. He didn’t relent his bite, though. Now he was thrusting into her with his own desire. He should have written into the margin some way for him to cum, but she had the answer for him. As long as he kept biting her, it seemed that she kept cuming. After the first part of the orgasm had ed, the second part made her whole body shake. Now though, she was like an animal. She was pressing her hips up into his thrusts painfully. He could feel her sex milking his cock, trying desperately to feel him spurt into her. She was grunting with real effort now. There was clearly pleasure in the sounds of her voice, but it was more a grunt of need than enjoyment; she needed him to cum. Needed it in her deepest soul. He looked down at her, and she looked back up at him even though she could not quite turn far enough to see his face in this position. She could see him out of her peripheral, though; surely she could see his desperate need to cum in her because she was helping as best she could. Something in her eyes was feral, something was untamed, and it was all he needed to get over his unreachable peak. His balls tightened, and his rhythm faltered. She suddenly looked scared. Not scared for herself but scared for him, or maybe it was simply the shock of what she knew was rushing through his body into hers. She was happy to receive him into her bed, and now she was beyond ecstatic to take his cum.

Once their breathing calmed, he reached under her and pressed the buttons to turn off the vibrating Nipple Bullets.

No one even thought about The Book for a while. No one ed the tight bondage and clear discomforts of the flesh. The sweat and heat were not distractions but dulled the lines between their bodies. For a long, long while, their bodies were one. He stayed hard in her for much longer than he would have usually expected. Even bound as she was, she looked relaxed, having been fully sated. Once she was calm, he experimentally bit her neck to see if—by some miracle—she would come on the spot, but she did nothing more than moan softly and melt even deeper into him, it seemed. Was it because it was on a past page? Would it be different if he had written, “she will always cum when I bite her neck”? Could he create long-term change with his words? Had he even created ANY change with his words, or had his bite been what was already written? The nuances of this majik were infuriatingly uninformative!

Eventually, he reached for her neck and unwound the keyring he had noticed. The Pad-Lock still held the collar and the leash together, giving him an idea. They had clearly been put there for some reason that had nothing to do with this spread-out tight bondage. With the key in hand, he unlocked her left ankle and then her right. As he removed each chain, he relocked the Pad-Locks to her ankle cuffs. He was not done playing with his new toy. He helped her remove the pillows from under her tired and sore body. She didn’t protest that he didn’t unlock her handcuffs from the headboard. Instead, she enjoyed her new freedom to get into a new comfortable position on her side.

He laid himself next to her, willing himself to get hard again, and it didn’t take much time at all. Her body was so luscious and perfect, and he had full access to it, including an unhindered view of her insanely perfect breasts and their heavy bullet tormentors. She seemed exhausted, but when she felt him get hard behind her, she lazily moved her ass toward him, clearly offering the use of it to him again. He knew that this time she would not be putting any effort into her own pleasure; she was offering her body up to him just for him. And to thank him for such a wonderful climax to her adventure.

When he was ready, he pulled her right leg down to the bottom of the bed again, surprising her. She had probably expected him to fuck her from behind while they lay spooned together, but he had other plans. With her arms and one leg tightly pulled apart again, her body was fully at his mercy. Even though he knew she was offering herself to him fully, there was something intensely empowering about his favorite position. He turned her onto her side, lifted her loose leg over his shoulder, and sat on her bound leg. Slipping his cock into her like this was easy, and he could get very deep. She had planned to relax and enjoy lovemaking, but he still had one more wild oat to sow before he got to business with The Book. Because what he wanted most of her could not be asked. So this second hard fucking would be his test of her. If she was happy to submit her body to him in bondage again, this time for his pleasure alone, he would take it as consent for what he planned to do to her next.

It was clear from how she angled her body that she was completely submitting her whole self to him. But she looked exhausted. Her face looked so calm and content and relaxed as she was. She didn’t so much as open her eyes. She was resting, but she made it clear that he didn’t have to. She knew that he would mind her pleasure when he wanted—some other time—and she was happy to give him this triumph over her. And this is what he had been hoping for. It took him a long time to cum this time, and it would have probably taken longer, but she lightly rocked her hips toward him, silently encouraging him to cum in her again. Silently begging him to dominate her body... still never having seen his face.