Episode 3: miSTRESS

Unpacking seemed like the right thing to do now that it had appeared her spectral roommates had settled down. After her dildo cascade Erin Parrish worried that she might have underestimated her new friends in the woodwork. It almost appeared as if they were toying with her in not so much a threatening way, but in good fun. She could handle that; her dildos were officially called toys anyway.

Alert every second for further mischief she divided her time with putting away what few kitchen items she had in her possession. Living at home with her mother after her father died to keep her mom sane for a year, she saw no need to invest in too many of her own needs. She was not into materialism really, outside of a nice vehicle and the essentials such as a TV. That was the one thing she hadn’t thought through. No cable until she installed a satellite dish! Blu-Ray DVD’s it was. Internet not possible at the moment. Her cellphone had little to offer other than conversation when her signal was strong enough out here in the boonies. So far that was not a migraine headache, the surrounding area had plenty of towers nearby. It was just receiving those signals through the treetops.

Here in God knows where Virginia she was just looking for peace and quiet, a place to lay roots and enjoy her life. With 12 horny spirits, a third she was barely aware of, and a former owner bitch for a Mistress making it 14 in her residence the peace might have gone out the window. But again, she had yet to be introduced to her. All in good time! Laying roots? She truly hoped it wouldn’t be too soon, she rather liked living.

With no air conditioning she opened up her back screened in porch for ventilation until it grew dark. The timber around her home prevented any heavy breezes but it did ease the heat buildup of the noon day sun. Taking a break, she stepped out on to the porch, from there sat on the back steps leading down into her overgrown yard. That alone was more terrifying than her friends in the house. Who knew what might be hiding in that tall grass.

“Yeah ... tossing out that Children of the Corn DVD. Wonder if my new lawn tractor can even mow that grass down. I’ll worry about the front yard first thing in the morning. I need to run into Belltower before checkout at my hotel and grab my things, now that I’m officially living here. Grab a few groceries, booze ... I know I’m going to need that. Weed killer! No mailbox at the end of my mile long driveway I suppose I should get a Post Office box. Finding a job in the next week or three is crucial so I suppose I should enquire around both Belltower and Melas. Couple towns North of here maybe.”

While pondering her future the screen door beside her creaked open enticing her to peer over her shoulder. “Company? I could probably use some as long as you behave. Pull up a step and I don’t mean rip it from its nails.” Watching the steps which were gently warped she witnessed them roll a bit as if weight on them. Weird how a ghost had mass, but it did signify when she had someone around. She was learning signs that might help her along. A ghostly pressure on her kneecap as if someone was resting a palm there, she looked down and smiled. “Wish I knew your names. You boys know my name is Erin, but it would be nice to find a way to know who is who here. Anyone know Morse code?” Nothing! “That’s one thing I know from being in the Army.”

Still in her earlier clothing save for her tennis shoes she stretched her unattended leg out and wiggled her toes, wearing white ankle socks. “Lord my feet hurt. Wonder if there’s a spa anywhere around these parts? I could use a good massage.” The pressure on her kneecap relaxed and the lower steps wobbled slightly. As if the Invisible Man himself was present her extended foot was held aloft and she watched her sock peel away, crumple up and get tossed at her.

“What are you doing?” She giggled. Further pressure on the bottom of her foot as if thumbs massaging there made her cock an eyebrow. “Someone has talent. That feels very nice. Thank you. I don’t understand a lot concerning the afterlife, so maybe at some point you can exhale on a window and let me know who you boys are at least by name, it’s not like I can really see who it is to call you by that in cases like this. Maybe offer clues as to how you can touch me, but I really can’t touch you.” Flinching a bit her nerves react to being ticklish. “That part I can live without.”

The screen door opening and closing again led her to believe she had more company calling. Grinning as she lays back on her elbows on the step above her, she hikes her other foot in the air. “Room for two.” As suggested her opposite sock slipped from her toes and was also tossed up over her body landing in her cleavage. Leaving it there covering her necklace she blew a warm exhale at her attendants. “Fuck that feels good. I’m so glad you boys are friendly. My gut just told me to take the risk in buying this place. I know technically this is your home and I’m the intruder here, but I want you to all know I’m ... happier than I’ve ever been, I think. I hope we can all live together and respect one another when it’s needed.”

Her feet rising higher she feels a sudden warmth across her toes, an imaginary wetness upon them. “Are you boys ... sucking my toes?” Her jaw dropped with a shocked grin. “Mmmm! Momma licks ... I mean likes. You guys are going to spoil me, aren’t you?” Her feet bob up and down as if the ghosts were nodding yes. “Hey! We’re communicating. That’s a good start using a simple yes and no. Let’s play 20 questions.”

Proposing such a thing would definitely make things better all around. As she formulates questions the screen door opens and remains open longer than usual, which to her meant more than one joining them. She was fine with that. “Welcome to the party.”

Creaks on the seat to her right and left heard but barely felt she found her nipples rising to say hello. Lowering her chin as she notes her sock lift from her chest and float to her right, she follows its trail stopping and appearing as if it was a condom being applied to a cock. The sock uncurled and was neatly form fitting as best it could be. “Well now! That sock’s made for feet. Is that dick of yours a foot long?” Wagging yes, her lip puckered at being impressed, “Nice!”

Her second sock followed left and was tugged over an impossibility, her hand even waved beneath the sock. “I just don’t get it.” She pouted, “Not as big as his but I’m guessing ... seven inches?” A negative wag led her to change her theory, “Eight?” There was her affirmation. “This isn’t fair that you can touch me, but I can’t feel you.”

Her right arm is coaxed from under her and slowly guided up toward her sock puppet, Erin’s fingers curled over the sock and pressed tightly. Strangely she felt a hardness beneath the cloth. “Holy shit!” Awestruck at actually feeling something substantial she shivered. Looking to her left she sat up straight and placed her left hand over the second sock, it too had a solid mass. “Oh my God! We just made a connection. You guys are awesome.”

Mesmerized by this newfound knowledge she fondled the sock, but it being so small she feared pulling it off of its possessor by too much movement. “We need tube socks.” She laughed, “I have some packed away we can break out later. This is ... incredible guys. Back to 20 questions...”

She had to release her fingers over both because of her back hurting, her legs still lifted made her posture weak. Elbows back on the step relaxed her spine. “Sorry! My back was hurting lurched forward like I was. Trust me once I have longer socks on those bad boys, I’ll give you both a hand job.” She giggled. “Condoms even better.” Socks removed they fall to the step next to her. “Aww! I was enjoying my puppet show.”

In her outstretched position she felt hands unfastening her tight shorts, zipper sliding down right before her eyes. Holding her breath, she bit her lower lip as she observed a rise beneath her shorts as if a hand slipping under the material. A warmth creased over her clit and a pressure that certainly felt wonderful. “Yep! Best friends forever Boys.” She sighed. Her helping hand formulated a vicious friction over her labia that felt so wonderful she dropped her head back to enjoy it. While her eyes faced the house, she felt the ghost on her left place a hand up under her camisole and squeeze her tit. “Yes! Get me off.”

Barely recognizable fingers go lower beneath her shorts and seek refuge inside her cunt, probing in and out at a rapid rate, Erin’s juices flowing out to stain her shorts. “Faster!” Obedient to the end the ghost finger fucked her to a screaming climax. Convulsing between his actions and those sucking her toes and playing with her breasts she had to find her way back to reality. Abandoned suddenly she sensed no further touching, her feet lowered to the steps gently. Catching her breath Erin looked bewildered, “Was it something I moaned?”

Putting her socks back on she stood up and stretched vividly, not even fastening her shorts. Leaving them undone she shrugged and went back inside the house; it was getting dark anyway. In the kitchen she found her cell and noticed a text from her brother Jonah, “Made it to Richmond. Everything still good?”

“Better than good.” She typed back. “Love you Big Brother.”

“Love you too Boo.” There was that childhood nickname. It made her smile. Ironic considering her new roomies were ghosts.

“That’s me. Boo with a TY.” She shakes her ass, her shorts slipping slightly, it was then she buttoned up before losing them. Setting her cell back down, her charger plugged into an outlet she set out to unpack a bit more. Carrying a box of clothing upstairs to her new bedroom, Genevieve Souillon’s former Mistress room she eyed the humongous bed. Setting her box on an antique dresser she began unpacking things into chosen drawers.

“I’m kind of glad this home came furnished to a degree. Personally, I just think the DeVore Family were too afraid to come get this stuff. Being original I bet it’s worth a small fortune.” Finding a jewelry box on the dresser top she opened it to find it too had jewelry still. “Woohoo! Treasure chest.” Sifting through it she felt her own necklace tugging at her neck. Eying it, she withdrew her fingers from the jewelry box to touch her own bling. “Is someone here?”

The second she looked at herself in the dressers mirror the jewelry box slammed shut. “I take that as a yes. Tell me who.” She slides her clothing box aside and stretches over the dresser and exhales a lengthy breath on the mirror causing it to fog up. “Tell me.”

A single finger’s etch in the vapor trail left the word “Mistress.” Eyes trembling, she looked around the room, “Genevieve? Are you here too?” Nothing of course! “Nineteen more questions to go.”

Frowning she finished filling the drawers with her undies, jeans, and shorts. Heading downstairs for more clothing she returned to find her drawers opened and her clothing thrown out of them. “Oh, hell! I think Genie’s jealous.” Sitting her box on the floor Erin took a deep breath and held her necklace in her fingers as if a crucifix. “Alright! I know this was your home long before it was mine Genevieve but I’m not leaving here anytime soon, so chill your ass out. I’m not your enemy so don’t go making me one.” As if she knew how to fight back.

Hearing a very low squealing noise she followed it toward the bedroom door, only to have it slam shut roughly before reaching it. A warm sensation on her shoulder she looked at it. Through the corner of her eye she found her discarded clothing rise up from the floor and move back into the opened drawers. Watching the efforts of someone, she stood there wincing. On her final garment, a nearly sheer pair of panties it halted in transit and lowered some. Within the material a big cock nudged the crotch of it as if to show her one of the males was doing this cleanup.

“Did I upset the Mistress?”

The intangible penis wagged the panties affirmatively. Removing it from the penis it drifted higher to face level and made it appear as if the possessor was sniffing them. Shaking her head Erin stepped forward to reclaim them, the panties swiftly escaping her grasp and hurled through the air. Following her undies, she found it seemingly sniffed by another, then another, and another still. “Fuck it! Keep them.”

Bending to grab her second box she sat it on the dresser to unload it. Before her eyes the area of Mistress on the mirror fogged back up. Beneath the still evident word Mistress a finger wrote, “No longer.”

“Mistress no longer?” Pondering it another rash of breath cascaded the mirror with a message written that said as read by Erin, “Serve you.” Her heart began pounding. “Wow! I’m ... honored. What about Genevieve though? Where does this leave her?” Answers forthcoming through further recited letters, “Alone!” Erin felt badly all of a sudden.

“That’s not fair. What did she do to you?”

“Poison us.” was her final reply for now. It was as if they were sad, even her panties once held high fluttered to the floor. “Oh my God! You poor things.” She too needed to catch her breath going forward. “Enough unpacking. I need a bubble bath and what’s left of my bottle of Kentucky bourbon.” Alcohol always did make Erin Parrish more relaxed.

Another trip downstairs to search for her bath supplies, some of which were at her hotel room still, she did have bubble bath and body wash. Washcloth and towel added to her arms she headed back upstairs to the master bath. Within it was a massive claw tub with enough room in it for possibly three people. Eying it as dirty she quickly rinsed it by hand to make it more presentable. “This tub is beautiful, even the brass faucet. Surely this was updated by the DeVore family.” Plugging the drain, she set out to see how hot the water would be, having used cold to clean it by. Conversation being the smart thing to do she found the water heater surprisingly faithful. Recalling the homes updates as adding a second water heater she was certainly grateful. Pouring bubble bath, she stood up and stripped out of her clothing. Stepping into the water after shutting the faucet off, she sat down and settled back into the overflow of bubbles with a relaxing sigh.

“Mistress Erin ... it does have a cute ring to it.” Realizing her necklace was still on she carefully unclasped it and leaned over the side of the tub to drop it into her clothing for safe keeping. Looking toward the bathroom mirror having steamed up due to the hot water she found a heart traced into it. “Aww! I love you guys too. Welcome back. I hope I didn’t get too personal earlier. Can I keep asking questions?” Yes, is written in steam.

“Why did Genevieve ... poison you?”

“Mean!” is traced upon the mirror, “Dispointd in us.” Misspelled but she understood it well enough.

“Why?”

To her left was a window which was also fogged up. Drawn to it she reads, “Adopt us.”

“Me or Genevieve?” She was confused by the reply.

“G!” written by itself obviously conserved the writer’s energy.

“She adopted all of you?”

The tubs faucet turns on for only a brief moment emphasizing a Yes. Soaking there she smiles. “Hot water for yes. Cold for no.” This was another way to chat. “She raised you from babies?” Cold turned meaning no. “Young boys?” Hot water disbursed. “Soooo ... she made you sex slaves from young boys until you became adults?” Hot again. She was liking this game if not what Geneiveve had put them through. “Okay? How can you touch me, but I can only touch you if you are covered?” Her answer was a question mark drawn into the mirror. “I guess it’s a polterguess thing.” She giggled, “Sorry bad joke. Will ... Geneiveve try and harm me?”

There it was, she was dreading the answer. Hot water, “I should have known. Can she actually hurt me being a ghost?” Another hot water spurt replies. “Will you guys protect me from her?” Just that quickly both the window and the mirror found six versions of “Yes” etched in, the hot water faucet also turned. “Wow! Thank you. It’s comforting to know you have my back.” She rises to sit in the tub and lifts her wash rag soaping it up, “Speaking of my back. Who wants to wash mine?” As if three hands fighting over the washcloth a single ghost won it somehow and brought it around her to lightly scrub her spine. “Mmm! Who got the privilege? Let’s get some names of my sweethearts?” A name is written on the window, “Amos? Thank you, Amos you do a wonderful job.” Pausing in his washing of her she feels a warm kiss on her shoulder. “Aww!”