Chapter 30: The White Witch of Walden - Summary and Conclusion

SHOWING HER WHO'S REALLY THE BOSS

"Wake up, Brenda," I told her softly.

Her eyes fluttered open, closed again, and she struggled to stay awake. "Oh!" she muttered groggily. She opened her beautiful eyes wide for a long moment as she tried desperately to remain alert, but her body sagged again. "Oh, golly Freddy! You took me so DEEP!"

I didn't rush her. Usually, she'd do her little post hypnotic stretching maneuver when I awakened her from trance, but she was right, I had taken her especially deep this time. Deeper than I'd ever taken her before. She suddenly forced herself into alertness, however, and her eyes shifted quickly left and right, though she was looking at nothing at all.

"You changed me," she said. I tried to ascertain if this was an accusation or simply a statement of fact. She was staring across the room, her eyes unfocused. Now, she finally looked directly at me, regarding me wonderingly. "You changed me," she said again.

"Um..." I hadn't planned on this particular line of conversation. I thought quickly, and finally decided to let my heart lead me in these uncharted waters. I deeply loved this woman. I should have no secrets from her.

"Yes," I said simply. "Yes, I did." She continued to look up at me with almost an expression of pleased awe, like a housewife who works tirelessly, thanklessly around the house for months and months, and is suddenly given a particularly romantic gift for no reason whatever. I don't know what I had expected, but it wasn't that particular look. It suddenly unnerved me. "Um... I want to tell you what I did, Brenda."

"No!" she urged quickly. She put her fingertips to my lips to silence me. "Oh please, Freddy! Please don't!"

I stared into her eyes questioningly for a long moment, but she smiled, put her head against my chest, and hugged me. I held her tightly as she shivered in my arms, and I wondered where this was going to lead.

We said nothing, and the only sound for a long, long time was that of rain in the trees outside our bedroom window. A small noise came from deep within the house, and we both knew what it was, both intimately familiar now with the sounds Willie made when she became lost in feelings of sexual stimulation. In the bedroom at the other end of the hall, she was doing something new and erotic and wonderful with Dee. What could it be, I wondered; and my cock stiffened, just as it did every time I thought of Willie. But no, I had to believe that my physical response was being brought on by my lovely wife, so small and fragile and sexy and desirable in my arms.

The letter from Menlo lay in my desk drawer in the study, where I had put it after receiving it only a half dozen hours before. I had decided to put its information to work immediately... tonight, and I'd sent Willie and Dee to bed right after dinner with orders to study another of their reading lessons. (From the sound of things, however, the lesson was being put off until morning.) Menlo's instructions had been accurate, of course, and very easily followed. The curse was broken. I felt oddly at peace, even knowing that he had retained so much power for so long. Brenda's response upon awakening, however, concerned me.

"Don't you want to know?" I whispered into the top of her head. "Aren't you curious?"

She shivered again. "Yes, of course," she said softly. "But please, Freddy... Please don't tell me." I drew back slightly and tried to look at her, but she just pressed her face more tightly into my chest and refused to meet my eyes. "I am your slave," she continued calmly. "I should have no secrets from you, but you are entitled to keep them from me. You can make me do ANYTHING, Freddy. You can... and you... you SHOULD! You should change me to your liking. You should change the way I think. You should change the things I want... the things I crave. You should change who I AM to please yourself. You should make me... DO something. You should make me..."

Finally, she pushed herself back in my arms and looked into my eyes. "Make me, Freddy! Please... Oh, please make me! Make me do something NOW!" She buried her face into my chest again. "Please, Master. Please make me!"

Ah, so that's what this was all about. How long had it been? Too long, obviously. Brenda needed this from time to time; needed to be taken hard, almost violently. Needed to be reminded of the Master/slave relationship in raw, physical action. I had, at first, thought it to be some sort of subconscious rape fantasy that had to be played out once or twice a year to satisfy a craving in the darkest reaches of her psyche. But now I considered that it might be more than that.

I grasped her by the shoulders and forced her back away from me a step. "Raise your arms," I ordered sternly. She didn't hesitate. Keeping her eyes lowered submissively, she raised her arms toward the ceiling. I put my hands on her hips and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled her nightgown upward. It was her favorite, a deep blue, long, silk number that clung to her curves deliciously. I had to shift my hands a few times as I slid the garment upward, and I was thus able to slide the slippery fabric suggestively over her breasts a few times before I finally, finally pulled it over her upraised arms and off of her now nude body.

"On the bed, Brenda," I ordered. "On your hands and knees!" She quickly leaped on the king sized bed and positioned herself at its edge as I had ordered. Quietly, I walked to the closet and came back carrying the blue gym bag. She made a little noise, and her eyes widened. I set it down just in front of her so that she could watch as I rummaged around in it, making a show of it, eventually producing the regular pair of handcuffs. She made the noise again, and then seemed to hold her breath as I attached them to her wrists, positioning her hands together to allow me to do so. I rooted around through the bag again and slowly extracted a bottle of liquid lubricant, and she gasped loudly, knowing now what my intentions were. I set the bag on the floor, then gave her hands a quick tug forward, forcing her onto her elbows, her ass raised sharply upward.

Trailing my fingertips down her back, I began idly playing with her upturned bottom. She wriggled it and moaned. I did this for several long minutes, before I finally slid my fingers lower and stuck a finger into her sopping pussy. Another moan. I easily added another finger, so that my middle and fourth fingers were now deep inside her, and I began a series of deep, slippery, probing strokes into her cunt, then all the way out, before slipping them inside for another easy assault.

"Oooohh, Freddy!" she moaned.

"I'm not going to need the lubricant, am I, Brenda?" I asked harshly. "You're soaking wet, aren't you? You're ALWAYS soaking wet, aren't you?" I began smearing her slimy deposit onto her puckered asshole after bringing my fingers out of her after every stroke.

"I... I can't help it, Freddy," she mewed weakly.

"You're really a bit of a whore, aren't you, Brenda?"

"OH! Oh! I can't help it, Freddy," she groaned weakly. "I'm sorry, Freddy. I can't... OH!"

Just to be on the comfortable side, I poured a little of the lubricant directly onto her asshole, then set the bottle aside and began pressing the thumb of the same hand I was using on her cunt into her tight little anus. She groaned again loudly. "Relax your ass muscles, Brenda," I ordered.

"I... I'm trying, Freddy! I... Oh Golly! Ahhhh! I'm trying, Freddy!"

I shifted the position of my stroking fingers so that they were scraping against her clit every time I slid them into her. She shuddered violently, then began pushing her butt upwards toward my invading thumb. I could feel her sphincter relax its grip on the tip of my thumb, and with the aid of all of the lubricating fluids, I pushed the digit fully, easily all the way inside her. "Aaaahhhh!" she cried. I left my fingers as far as I could reach inside of her cunt, my thumb far into her ass.

Slowly, I began rubbing thumb and fingers together, separated only by the layers of thin membrane between her colon and cunt. Immediately, she pushed upward onto her bound hands, arching back toward my invading hand, moving her ass in a jerking circular motion. "Aaahhh! Golly, Freddy! Ooohh!"

"Be Still!" I commanded. She stopped flailing and slowly lowered herself back onto her elbows, panting heavily, shaking. "I want you to try NOT to cum," I told her seriously. "I know you're ready, but do not cum!" We both knew where this was leading.

"I... I'll try, Freddy."

I started rubbing my fingers and thumb together again, assaulting that innermost part of her, while I reached under her with my other hand and rubbed her clit hard. She stiffened, shuddered, hesitated, and was finally catapulted into a soaring orgasm. She was on her bound hands again, pushing back against MY hands, arching her back, shaking her head from side to side, her hair flying. "Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!" Her sphincter clutched my thumb hard. The walls of her cunt contracted to match the rhythm of her cries. Finally, after maybe thirty seconds of this, I stopped my violent rubbing and she slowly sagged back onto her elbows. She shivered and gulped air as if she would never catch her breath.

"I... I'm sorry, Freddy," she said weakly. "I tried. I couldn't help it. I tried."

I stood beside the bed, beside her. Keeping my thumb and fingers buried in her, I reached with my free hand and pushed down my pajama bottoms, which was all I was wearing. Then I climbed into bed and positioned myself behind her upraised ass. She was dripping steadily from her pussy, and I scooped more of her fluids from below her and deposited it around my thumb, which I now began pumping in and out of her ass.

"You have no control, Brenda," I told her harshly. "You can try as hard as you want, and I can still make you cum any time I please, isn't that so?"

Her ass was moving again under the ministrations of the plowing thumb. I was now pulling it all the way out of her, and as I did so, her rear hole stayed open, gaping, welcoming, before I shoved it back into her.

"Aaahhh! Yes, Master! I can't help it! You can make me, Master!"

She was very, very slippery back there now. Very, very open for me. I pulled my thumb out for the last time, positioned my hard, aching cock, and pushed easily into her ass.

"Unhh! Unhh! Unhh!" she bellowed, and her butt hole gripped me as she came again. I waited until the spasms passed, then began slamming into her roughly, violently. She had been up on her hands again, and this assault pushed her forward onto her face, her arms trapped underneath her, her wrists extended down between her legs. I was amazed and surprised to find the fingers of her cuffed, clutching hands grasping my balls. And that was as far as my control was going to extend for this session. I buried myself far into her and came and came and came deep in her bowels.

I slumped heavily atop her for a long minute, then grasped her around the waist and pulled us both onto our sides while I stayed buried inside of her. I held her while she panted and shivered for many long minutes, then I reached up and grasped a handful of her lustrous hair and roughly positioned her head so that I was breathing into her ear. She shuddered.

"Is there any doubt in your mind who is in charge here?" I hissed.

"No, Master," she whispered softly.

"Who controls you?"

"You control me, Master."

"I can make you DO anything. I can make you WANT anything. I can make you THINK anything."

"Yes, Master. You control me, Master."

I held her for many more minutes. My cock finally slipped out of her, but she made no move, either toward me or away. She simply allowed herself to be held, awaiting her Master's next command. Okay, I thought, I'd had just about enough of the play-acting! I wanted to share this with her, somehow. I wanted to talk to her, and ask her opinion, and seek her guidance...

And yet, above all else, I realized that I would have to make this sacrifice. I was certainly not a born leader, and yet I was firmly in the roll of leader in this play I was living.

"Brenda?"

"Yes, Freddy?" Her voice sounded small, meek, little-girlish.

"I am going to tell you what I did to you when you were hypnotized. I am going to tell you because I WANT to tell you."

"Yes, Freddy."

I sighed. Oh, the hell with it! I would play the role. I would be what they expected me to be.

"I changed you because I wanted to protect you. What I did to you was for your own good. You will never know what I did, but I want you to know this: I will do whatever I deem necessary for your protection. If I must, I will change you and control you and bend your thoughts. Whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy. Do you understand?"

She reached up with her cuffed hands and grasped my arm. "OH, Freddy!" she said softly. I could sense she was crying quietly, but I spoke no further; just held her. Finally, somehow, I knew she had stopped her tears.

"Yes, Master, I understand," she whispered.

PAST — PRESENT - FUTURE

We call it "Indian Summer." It was the second week in October, and we were having a warm spell after the first really cold weather of autumn. The sun was brilliant, the sky cloudless, the birds singing. Last week's frost was just a memory, and the temperature was in the 80's.

The girls had decided to dress in bikinis, which looked absolutely ludicrous on Dee, who only had a couple weeks to go before delivery. I had played Rhett Butler and carried her half way down the hill toward the lake to sit in the shade of the big oak, while Maxine bounded frantically all around me and almost tripped me twice. Willie had pulled the cushions off the swing, and I had gently lowered Dee onto them. Then the two of them stretched out, Maxine at their side, and Willie began reading a third grade primer, her head resting on Dee's shoulder.

Dee was immensely pregnant. Brenda had made it a daily ritual to rub lotion into her stomach and breasts in an effort to keep the stretch marks at a minimum. Even so, a single mark had appeared, starting at her navel and extending almost all the way to her cunt. Her bellybutton "innie" had become an "outie."

I walked back up the hill and sat on the porch swing, watching them, and I suddenly thought that I'd developed a craving for a glass of lemonade. That's when Brenda, clad in her skimpiest swimwear, brought me that very thing, handed it to me, and stretched out next to me, her muscular legs facing away from me along the swing's seat, her back resting against my shoulder. Naturally, I slid my arm around her.

"Dee told me you'd want a glass," she explained. I sighed. The lemonade tasted great. We sat in silence for a long time.

"The architect called," she said. "He says the plans are ready, and he'd like to see you." She looked back over her shoulder and regarded me curiously. "Why all the secrecy?"

"You'll find out soon enough," I told her. I'd put off the addition to the house, and the plans now called for small indoor swimming pool, Jacuzzi and lap lane (Willie had commented more than once about how she missed her "long swims") connected to the other side of the new rooms. I wanted to see the designs before telling the girls. It was going to cost a small fortune, but then, I guess I had one now. I'd argued with myself on several occasions, but in the end, I reckoned that if Dee was ever going to enjoy her money, I would have to spend it on her behalf. Well, OUR behalf. Well... Oh, who was I kidding?

I decided to change the subject. "I don't think Dee's going to make it to her delivery date," I said idly.

"She's not," Brenda replied flatly. "The baby's coming one week from today. Tuesday, October 18^th, in the early afternoon."

I looked down at her. "Ah. Willie and her cards again."

When I didn't say any more, she finally looked up at me. "You still don't believe, do you?"

"No." We'd had this discussion before.

"You should really try to keep an open mind about all this," she chided.

I sighed. She was right, of course. There are countless examples in fiction in which the scientific mind has been represented as a "closed" mind. And in fact, there had just been too many strange events in the past few months to discount the presence of... SOMETHING; but whatever it was had to be bound by scientific roots. I am a realist. I always have been. I always will be.

"You'll have to give me a little while," I told her flatly. "I'm not saying I'm GOING to believe in all that stuff... I just have to study it a little more first, that's all." She didn't say anything to that, and we watched Willie as she read her book to Dee. "You're probably going to tell me that she can't read her cards as well, now that I've demanded she start reading books," I said.

Brenda shifted slightly and hesitated before answering. "I don't think she really 'reads' the cards at all, Freddy," she said. "I mean, she knows how... she knows what they represent, what certain combinations are supposed to mean, stuff like that. But I really think that she actually has visions when she looks at the cards... especially when she arranges them in a circle. I think it's sort of like a medium looking into a crystal ball or something. She confided in me a couple days ago that her visions aren't as sharp now... not as clear. I think that the more she reads books, the less sharp her second vision will become. Eventually, I think it will be just like her REAL vision. She'll still be able to see, but not clearly; not distinctly. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," I said in a controlled voice. "Yes, that makes sense." I wasn't giving an inch. Not yet, anyway.

She was silent for a moment before stunning me with some news. "Freddy, I've found Willie's people."

"Her people?"

"Willie told me that her aunt taught children... children from all over the world."

"Children with 'psychic' abilities," I said. "Yes." I tried not to sound sarcastic.

"Well, I started asking myself how they found her. How could individuals, such as the parents of gifted children, find her? How did they know about her? How did they contact her?"

I looked at her blankly. I'd never considered this. I did so now. "The internet?"

"Do you remember her telling us about her aunt's other 'slaves' on the island? There was a couple from Barbados... Johnathan and Ann?"

"Yes..."

"Well, as it turns out, they weren't just her slaves; they were her webmasters."

I shook my head. "Wait a minute. Willie acted as if she'd never even seen a microwave oven before. Are you telling me her 'Auntie' was a psychic on the World Wide Web?"

"When I first started figuring this out, I asked her about the conditions on her island," Brenda told me. "She said that Ann was a very good cook, but that she never used any of the true modern conveniences in her kitchen. And she told me that her aunt never allowed a television in her household... but that there was a radio. And she told me that there was a computer in Jonathan and Ann's house, the servant's quarters, but that she was never allowed to use it, just as she was never allowed to read books." I was stunned at this revelation.