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Pleasure Cruise - Part XVI
🕑 Added 2021-04-01 13:17:26 +0000 UTC1,000+ continues into the next part of the evening performance...
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The pair were laughing and giggling as the gown-dressed woman, with her large fake breasts straining the black fabric and her shoulder-length blonde hair wisping about, tried to keep the red-covered hand in the air. The red zentai woman’s own generous bosom was shifting and shaking naturally beneath the tight material, her nipples hard and visibly bar-pierced.
“You two, right there, both of you, come on up.”
The woman in the gown suddenly froze, her eyes wide as if caught in headlights. She released her partner’s hand and pointed at herself.
“Yes, both of you!” Zynthia demanded, and the pair slinked out of their seats. The crowd applauded as they took the stage with Zynthia, who noted the brilliantly white heels the zentai-clad woman was wearing.
“So, who have we here?” the magician asked, first addressing the woman in red.
“Ah, well, I’m Caitlin,” she replied, her eyes sparkling. Zynthia smiled and moved her hands swiftly over Caitlin’s eyes and to her back.
“That’s a lovely name. You are now under a deep trance! Steady yourself and stand under your own power, Caitlin!”
The red-wrapped woman slumped and then steadied herself as Zynthia pulled her hands away. Caitlin leaned slightly to her right, but remained upright.
The woman in the gown was laughing and clapping as Zynthia approached her.
“So, I noticed you were helping Caitlin put her hand up. What’s your name?”
“I’m Isobel,” replied the blonde. She put out her hand to shake Zynthia’s, who laughed and grasped it. The magician could see more clearly the fake pink plastic nails stuck to the tips of Isobel’s fingers.
“And why were you so eager to put Caitlin’s hand up? Who is she to you?”
“We’re former college roommates and we reconnected at the pool bar. I recognized Caitlin by her eyes...and her ass. She has the cutest ass, and it looks great wrapped up like that.”
“Very true. Caitlin, turn around and show off your ass.”
The tranced Caitlin followed Zynthia’s orders, rotating and then leaning down slightly to stretch the material with the rounds of her rear. The audience hooted and hollered.
“But why did you put Caitlin’s hand up?”
“She just...you know...to be wearing something like that, and after what you did with Strawberry, I just really wanted to know what Caitlin would say.”
“I see. And why did you choose your outfit this evening?” Zynthia pressed.
“Eh,” Isobel shrugged, “I think it makes me look like a classy hooker, and seeing it on me is a little thrill. Normally I’m stuck in overalls and flannel on the worksite.”
“Interesting…” Zynthia responded. And then, much to Isobel’s surprise, the magician moved her hands to the blonde’s back and eyes. “You are now under a deep trance! Steady yourself and stand under your own power, Isobel!”
The gown-dressed woman took a moment to steady herself, her body also slumping right slightly.
“Now, Isobel, listen to me closely. Since you were so eager to learn what Caitlin desired, you will now share it with her. Whatever instructions I give her you will also be held to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Zynthia.”
“Hmm. Based on what you said about her ass earlier, what are your feelings towards Caitlin?”
“I have not yet accepted my deep desires to pleasure women. Being on this ship has started to loosen me up, but I have not yet shared with Caitlin how much I would love to taste her...to see her orgasm from my hand…”
“I see, well, in addition to the commands I just gave you, you shall henceforth refer to Caitlin as Mistress and dedicate yourself to guaranteeing her sexual pleasure whenever and however she is in need. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Zynthia smiled out to the oohing and awing crowd, and then turned back to Caitlin who was still displaying her ass. Zynthia gently knocked the side of her own head, having forgotten how she had left the red-clad woman.
“Caitlin, you may turn around and stand facing the crowd again,” the magician instructed, and Caitlin did as she was told. “Now, Caitlin, share with me your deepest sexual desire. What act, if encouraged from you henceforth, would give you the most pleasure?”
“To forever more wear what I am wearing, wrapped tightly and permanently in this wonderful material like a second skin, without any need to ever remove it.” Caitlin squirmed and squeezed her thighs as she spoke, clearly excited by the idea. Her nipples perked up even further into the stretched spandex.
“Hmmm, fascinating,” Zynthia smiled, giving a little glance over to Isobel. The magician turned to the audience, “This gives me the chance to show my wonderful audience that the power of suggestion is not all I’ve been granted for this show. I can also change a little bit of reality to make Caitlin’s - and now Isobel’s - desires come true.”
Zynthia strutted between the two women with a flourish, but turned mostly the Caitlin.
“Listen closely. All that you are wearing now has become irremovable. It is permanently a part of you from this moment onward, all previous indicators of how to remove it gone. The material shall hug you tightly, like a second skin. It will never tear or become dirty, and you no longer need to consume or dispel anything to be healthy. The outfit’s contact upon you provides nothing but pleasure. You and your outfit are truly one.”
Caitlin shivered in delight as Zynthia spoke. She could feel - and the audience could see - the spandex draw tighter around her. Not only were her nipples more visible now, but the cup of her navel and the split of her ass and pussy were much more on display. A few details of her face also sharpened. Down Caitlin’s back the zipper faded from metal to fabric and the split fused together as one piece, as did all the seams.
By now Caitlin was fidgeting on the stage, low coos and moans dribbling from her covered mouth as the mesmerized woman felt her outfit caress her every inch. Even the white heels gently tightened around her feet, hugging her toes and cinching around her ankles so there was no way they could be removed. The audience could see - and Zynthia could smell - Caitlin’s joy slightly spreading across her red crotch - but the power of Zynthia’s spell kept the material fresh as Caitlin’s juices ebbed.
Isobel was also squirming as Zynthia’s commands acted on her.
to be continued...
