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Now I am standing over Bradford. In the depths of his eyes I can see his unbridled hunger for Me. I allow My thick, lustrous, jet black hair to cascade to its full length. His unwavering eyes, greedy to be engrossed in Gargantuan gluttony of My gorgeousness, show forth his appreciation of this spectacle. Little does he know of the tremendous tortures awaiting him and the plenteous pleasures I have in store for his immediate subjugation, our mutual amusement, and My long overdue coronation in and dominion over his heart, mind, soul, spirit, and body.

With one hand She grasped the ends of Her lovely locks which fell over Her shoulders and flirtatiously flowed down Her back. She held Her delicately scented yet pungently perfumed hair before his countenance. His nostrils eagerly feasted on the fragrance, like a thirsty animal lapping at a cool desert oasis. “Soon I shall touch various parts of your body with My mane of mesmerizingly hypnotic hair. Yes, very soon now certain of your body parts shall be graced by the gracious gift of the tantalizing touch of My bewitchingly beautiful hair. My hair is as straight as an arrow, as soft as silk, and as black as the darkest night. When My hair touches any part of you, you shall become more aroused than you have ever been. You shall surely and certainly become more erotically stimulated, whenever any part of your body feels the sensuous caress of My hair’s teasing touch. You will not be able to release your arousal, until I give you permission to do so. You will be unable to cum, until I allow you to fully experience your ever-increasing and always impending orgasm. If you foolishly attempt to resist your increasing arousal, it will become even stronger and stronger. The more you try to resist the potent power of the waves of erotic pleasure sweeping over you, the more you will surely and swiftly succumb to the tsunami of sensuality spued by My seductive, sagacious sorceries. Myyyyyyy voluptuous and velvety voice is the vampish voice of total truth. Myyyyyyy wise and womanly will is stronger than your weak and wizened will. Once your arousal is strong enough, you will beg Me to allow you to stroke yourself. When you can no longer fight against your ever-stronger desire for erotic satisfaction, you will plead with Me to let you cum at My command.” While imparting his instructions, with Her other hand at times was Her hair stroked ever so slowly. As She gave him his hypnotic commands, sometimes She entwined Her free hand’s fingers in Her cascading mane ever so sensuously. As She declared unto him what was surely to come to pass, when the mood struck Her She would wrap one of Her hands with Her hair even more suggestively. The room’s subdued lighting danced and shimmered off Her sharp, sculpted, curving, colorful fingernails, as She precisely performed these three types of transfixing temptation.

“I’ve never been so physically close to my mother-in-law. Mrs. Sumurumus’s hair smells really good. I mean I could bury my face in it. I’ll do it right now. Why can’t I move, dammit? Her hair is touching my left arm. Am I getting excited? Now her hair is laying on my right hand. I want, sexual satisfaction is what I want. This is not right. I have to put an end to this. Her hair is moving over my chest. I want to touch it. I can’t. I want to touch myself. My left hand won’t move. Well, the right hand will have to do. It won’t move either. Now my wife’s mother figure, ergo my mother-in-law is stroking and caressing my head (That’s not the head I wish you would touch.), face, and neck with Her glorious hair. I’ve never been this turned on before without cumming. I still can’t move. This is so frustrating!! What am I going to do? Somehow I know my Mother-in-law Sumurumus Jacobson is responsible for all of this. I don’t know how She put the fix in, but I get the feeling She can control everything I do. My Stepmother (I don’t even have a stepmother. Even if I did, I’d never feel this way about her. It’s not right to feel such things for any family member of any kind. A lot of good that stricture is doing me [I want to do my Mother-in-law] right now.) Mother-in-law turns me on. That’s just wrong. It feels really nice to fantasize about Her. I should have done this a long time ago. My Mother-in-law has put some kind of hocus-pocus, voodoo hex on my body. (She said She was A Witch, A Sorceress, An Enchantress. I wonder what else She is?) Why does that idea make my manhood even longer and larger and harder? Could She ever gain control of anything else I have? What if She has already?” These were the words Bradford Sherman’s voice spoke in his mind. It was inexplicably unable to say any of these things in any other way.

I restore his power of speech, but nothing else. I hear him beg Me to let him feel My hair. He pleads with Me to grant him permission to pleasure himself. Having this sort of power over anybody feels sooooooo goooooood. I could really get in to, no, I am really, really getting off on the sizzling seduction, the sensuous subjugation, and the erotic, and erotically stimulating, enslavement of My hot, well fixed, hot son-in-law. Wielding so much of this kind of irresistible control over Bradford Sherman is a real kick-and-a-half. I am starting to get a little more moist. I must maintain My composure, My dignity, My controlling grasp on the situation, and My masterful mastery of My desires and My thoughts and My feelings and Myself.

“Before I permit you to have the sexual release you desire, I want you to do something for Me” said Sumurumus.

“What is it?” Bradford inquired. “I’ll do whatever You want” he affirmed.

“Excellent! I want you to take off all your clothes. I want you to do so in a very special and particularly pleasurable way. When you hear Me count up from one to three, you will know that you, My son-in-law Bradford Sherman, are also the world’s most erotic, exciting, expensive, and enticing male exotic dancer. When you hear Me count from one to three, you will know, with complete and absolute certainty, that along with being My son-in-law you are the world’s most popular and provocative erotic male dancer. No heterosexual woman can ever fail to be turned on by the teasing and tantalizing movements of your wonderful body. Today, you will do a striptease for Me alone. You will perform a slow, sensuous, and scrumptiously seductive command performance of a striptease right here, right now. You will know that you are doing so for your Mother-in-law. The thought of exhibiting yourself in a striptease for your Mother-in-law will give you more sensual stimulation and sexual satisfaction than anything else you have ever experienced. The naughtiness, the nastiness, the wrongness, the wickedness of each and every thing you do to entice Me will make what you are doing even that much more stimulating to you. If you, in any way, try to resist the thrill that accompanies what you are doing for My pleasure, the illicit excitement of what is taking place will elicit even more invigorating and intoxicating and irresistible feelings of pleasure and increase your devoted devotion to Me. You know that all I have told you shall come to pass. For you know that Myyyyyyy voice is the voice of total truth. Say, “yes” if you understand all of your commands?”

The word “yes” comes out of my mouth. I do not know why. I know I must agree with everything Sumurumus says. I really want to please Her in any way that I can. For some reason, it feels sooooooo good to give Her any pleasure of any kind. Why does pleasing Her make me so happy? It never did so before. Maybe it did? It’s so hard for me to think now or even to remember much of anything. Anything, that is, save everything connected to Sumurumus and this moment. Why is it so difficult to make any sense out of what’s happening going on to me? All I know is now it does something to me and my far more powerful and most important and much smaller second brain when She is happy.

I see slinky, sensual, sovereign Sumurumus slowly slither to the sofa and serenely seat and settle Herself. I hear Her say the numbers “one,” “two,” and “three.” I see pieces of my clothing being slowly and haphazardly scattered around the room, picked up and put on again, and then being taken off once more. I hear my Mother-in-law and my wife’s sole Stepmother-only Mother Figure (Her extraordinary, exquisite, exceptional, x-like figure is so excruciatingly exciting. Surely Sumurumus is an exotic beauty.), Sumurumus Jacobson, wolf whistling at me and saying things to me like: “Yeh baby,” “You work it son-in-law,” “Take it off, take it all off,” and “Shake what your mama gave you for Me, hot stuff.” I smell the lingering smoke from Her cigar, Her perfume, my sweat, and something else. I feel the air on my skin as I do my strip show. I touch myself in ways and in places I’ve never done before. Alright, not when any other human being was looking. My feet, and some of my other body parts, revel in the plush carpeting as my body moves in ways I’ve only seen certain women move at bachelor parties or in particular kinds of bars or nightclubs. I would give anything to taste my Mother-in-law’s soft looking, pouty, ruby, full, broadly smiling lips.

If I’d known My son-in-law, Bradford Sherman, could be so easily transformed, and so completely metamorphosized, into such a hot and spicy, finger lickin (Suppose he’s not into giving a woman a full body external and internal tongue bath? He will obsequiously beseech and grovelingly beg his one and only Mistress Sumurumus Jacobson for the high honor, perfect privilege, rapturous responsibility, and potent pleasure of having the merest chance of doing so long before I’m done with him.) good dish of a dirty dancer, I would have bewitched, bothered, bewildered, befuddled, and beguiled him into sensually servicing My senses and sensibility the first day Mendi introduced Me to her then fiancé. Compelling him to do this aroused Me more than I expected. Keeping My hands away from My secret parts, and My for the moment very firm and full nipples, while he was slowly and sensuously and seductively gyrating that way, was one of the toughest challenges I’ve tackled (I know who I want to tackle, pin down, and put in a permanent submission hold. I’ll show him what a leglock really is! Get a grip on Yourself. Sumurumus, don’t even attempt to start and go there–at least, not yet.) in a great while. This time, I have no clue whether delaying My gratification will enhance My pleasure or just be a real bitch of a downer?

Now for the next logical link in My luridly lewd, lasciviously libidinous, correctly crafted, concisely construed chain for his commodious cranial captivation and charming cerebral cortical confinement. The twain of My twin tantalizers which longtime hath been uppermost in his cogitations and longings now shall I excruciatingly and effectively employ for My immediate and effervescent amusement and our impending and evocative arousal. I sexily slip off My sleek and sexy shoes before soothingly issuing his next sequence of sensuous, sordid, stimulating instructions. “Bradford Sherman, I command you to come to Mme. Yes, you will come to Me and only for Me, Bradford, My stepdaughter’s loving husband, My son-in-law, My dear, and My slave.” He is standing before Me, looking at Me eagerly, confusedly, and pleadingly. “Now Brad, here are your instructions. With your dominant hand you will caress and massage both My feet and each of My legs. With your strongest hand you will show your adoration of and appreciation of My feet and My legs. My long, long, lovely, lethean, luxurious legs which are whimsically and wilily and witchingly and wisely and wickedly and so wonderfully wrapped around your weak, wizened, and worthless will. With your other hand you will pleasure yourself. With your weakest hand you will arouse your manhood, stimulate your cock, and give pleasure to your penis. When you hear Me clap My hands three times, you shall cum for Me and have the sexual release you so ardently, conspicuously, and constantly crave. After I have clapped My hands three times, you will have the most powerful and pleasurable orgasm you have ever experienced. You will never forget this orgasm. You will always remember that I am the source of the best sexual experience you have ever had. You will always remember and shall never forget that I, your Mother-in-law, Sumurumus Jacobson, am The One Person with Whom you experienced the most fulfilling and forceful sexual satisfaction you have ever known. You will want to have this kind of unimaginably satisfying release with Me again and again and again. Your conscious mind and your subconscious shall both know that only I can give you the powerful and pleasing pleasure you want, you desire, you need, and you must have. When you have any kind of erotic pleasure, you will connect that good feeling to Me. Whenever you experience any kind of sensual or sexual satisfaction, you will associate that pleasure with Sumurumus Jacobson. When I say the word, “BEGIN,” you will perform the two actions I have commanded of you. After I have said the word, “BEGIN,” you will caress and massage My feet and legs with your strongest hand and tease and tantalize your manhood with the other hand. Get ready, get set, now, “BEGIN.””
To be continued…..