The Truth - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

He spent some time in thought. He wondered about the pen’s limits and just what was and what was not subtle. Precise writing was probably important. He did not want to destroy mankind because he forgot a comma. Was that possible?

He shook his head in disgust. That line of thought can only lead to madness. Just like belief in magic pens, he amused himself with the thought.

He had his idea. He wrote:

“When my neighbor Sandra reaches this block on her way home from work, heavy rains will pour down until one minute after she enters this apartment building. No matter how quickly she makes it into the apartment building every article of clothing she is wearing will be soaked through with water. Her apartment keys are in her apartment. She is unaware of this until she tries to get into her apartment. She will notice my apartment door is open and will enter my apartment hoping to borrow a towel. She will close the door behind her. Whatever I tell her she should do preceded by or ending with the words ‘I insist’, she will do so because she believes whatever I insisted was the most obvious thing she must do. Anything I tell her starting with or ending the words ‘believe me’ will be impossible for her to disagree with. No matter what happens while she is here tonight, when she leaves my apartment, she will only remember coming to borrow a towel and my loaning her a robe to take back to her apartment.”

He started to clean the apartment when he stopped and went over to the desk. He took out another piece of paper. “Every piece of dust, dirt, lint, and garbage in my apartment is now in the dumpster. Anything that needs cleaning or laundering is now completely clean. Anything that is out of its designated place in this apartment as I write this will now be where it belongs neatly. Anything that does not have a designated place as I write this will now be on the kitchen table.” Suddenly the room looked spotless. A stray sock in the corner disappeared. The kitchen sink was empty and shining. The sofa cushions straightened and fluffed themselves. That was not subtle, he thought. He went to the kitchenette and found a few items he had borrowed from friends and never returned. He stacked them neatly and stated, “This is your designated place.”

There was a sudden flash and clap of thunder as rain pelted the street. He hurried to the apartment door and opened it then returned to his desk. There he slipped the pen and papers into a drawer. A moment later he heard footsteps in the hallway.

“Hey, Jon, can you believe that rain out there?” Sandra poked her head around the door before walking in and closing the door. “Can I borrow a towel? I feel like a drowned rat.” Her long, dark hair looked like a ragged mop and her blouse, jacket and skirt were soaked through with water. Her shoes squishes as she moved.

“Yeah, that rain came from nowhere.” Jon got up and went to get a towel saying, “Stay right there to keep your dripping all over my floor in one place.”

“Oh, my God, Jon, I’m sorrow about the mess,” she said trying to stay near the door. “I can’t find my keys and I don’t want to look for the super looking like this.”

As he returned to the room with the towel in his hand, a look of shock crossed his face and he said, “Oh, you are soaked. I insist you remove those wet clothes this instant. You might catch a cold or something. You can borrow a robe later.” He held the towel out to her.

She started to reach for the towel but stopped and a confused look crossed her eyes before she removed her jacket and handed it to Jon. She unbuttoned her blouse. As she removed it, he took it from her and placed it in a plastic bag he had previously stuffed into one of his pockets.

“This would be faster if I helped. Let me help you out of the clothes, I insist. It’s not like I’ve never seen a naked body before. Believe me, after a moment you’ll completely forget you are naked in front of me.” He squatted down and reached for her shoes. She let him remove them while she unzipped her skirt and removed it. He reached up and pulled her hosiery down without a complaint. When he stood up she handed him her bra and started drying her long, dark hair with the towel. He put the clothes in the bag and moved over to the kitchenette.

“Are you cold? I insist you have a hot drink after you towel off.” He started heating a tea pot.

“Do you have any hot chocolate?” She asked nonchalantly. She had one of her legs up on a chair and was drying off as if it were perfectly normal for her to be naked in his living room. She was obviously a bit chilled as her nipples were visibly hard.

Tearing his eyes away from her full breasts he replied, “I sure do. I insist you drink down two cups before you even think about leaving.”

She looked down at all the water in my living room. “Sorry about the mess.”

“Oh, I’ll take care of that later. Just drop the towel there in the biggest puddle.”

She seemed to shrug mentally. Then she spread the towel out over the biggest puddle on the floor and sat down in the kitchenette, crossing her legs. She looked around the apartment. “Wow, I’ve never seen your apartment so clean, other than the water over there. I just realized now how spotless it was as I entered.”

“Yeah, I decided to clean up my act. Believe me, smart women like you are turned on when they know a man keeps things clean.” He emptied a powder mix into two cups and poured some hot water into each cup.

“I’m a smart woman, hmmm?” She purred. “I thought guys liked their women dumb.”

“Guys’ tastes vary widely except for one thing. Guys want any woman they are with to put out whenever he wants sex. Sexy women like you hate to disappoint the man they are with, believe me.”

“And I’m sexy?” She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other direction. As she took a sip of hot chocolate she looked Jon up and down over the rim of the cup.

“Of course. I enjoy rescuing fair damsels in wet clothes. You know how those stories end. The damsel is always turned on by her rescuer, believe me. And the sexier she is the more turned on she is, believe me. You are extremely sexy, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know if I’m extremely sexy.”

He cut her off, “I insist. You are extremely sexy. Believe me.’”

She immediately squeezed her thighs together. She tried to cover a gasp by putting the cup to her lips. One of her hands dropped under the table. He could only guess where she had placed it.

“Did you plan this?” he asked. “Believe me, I know you’ve wanted me since you entered my apartment dripping wet. Let’s stop this charade. I insist that you continue pleasuring yourself with your right hand. You know you want to, believe me.”

“Oh, yes,” she cried and started freely moving her fingers inside herself no longer worried Jon might notice.

“When you are done pleasuring yourself you will service me just as willingly without question and without hesitation for the rest of the evening, believe me.”

“Oh, yes,” she cried. “Yes, I will.”

“Turn your chair and spread you legs wide so I can get a good view, I insist.”

She paused only long enough to turn the chair and spread her legs.

“Something tells me this will be a massive orgasm that will last for several minutes, believe me.”

Each time he spoke she would look at him as if noticing him for the first time watching her. “Oh, God, I hope so.” As he said believe me or I insist the look would become darker, smokey and she would bite her lower lip suggestively. Then the pleasure would ramp up and her eyes would flutter closed.

Suddenly he proclaimed, “Orgasm now, I insist.”

Her body flexed, breaking out in perspiration all over. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” She repeated continuously for over a minute as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her head rolled back against the back of the chair, her whole body seemed to melt into the chair. For a few seconds she just breathed deeply. Then she lifted her head back up and breathlessly stated, “I- I- I’ve never made myself cum like that before. That- that was incredible.” Her eyes locked onto his. “Thank you.”

He was slightly surprised by that. “For what?”

“For telling me to cum like that,” she replied. “Give me a minute to catch my breath and then I will service you for the evening. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“An interesting choice of words.”

“What?”

“Nothing, forget what I just said, I insist.”

She gulped down some her now luke-warm chocolate. “I’m ready now. How may I service you?”

“Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Then go into my bedroom and sit on the end of the bed. I insist that you wait there doing nothing else until I tell you what next to do.”

Wordlessly she got up and exited the room.

He watched as she walked out. He was not quite sure but thought she was swaying her hips a bit more than usual. He went to the desk and got out the pen. There were a few details he had not considered when this started. He was most intrigued by her attitude toward servitude. There was more going on there than just what he had said to her. He heard her leave the bathroom and enter his bedroom. He took a few moments to gather his thoughts and he wrote: “Sandra cannot cramp up, become sore, pinch a nerve, suffer from a repetitive stress injury, or have a lose of blood circulation to a body part while performing sexual acts.

“When I say the words ‘Go to sleep’, Sandra will immediately drop into a dreamless sleep-state unaware of anything that goes on around her. If she is standing, she does not fall down while in this state. When she is sleeping and I say to her, ‘Wake up, Sandra,’ she wakes up unaware that she was put to sleep. If I do not wake her after 24 hours she wakes up on her own unaware that she was put to sleep.

“Sandra cannot pick up or in any way affect the magic pen.”

He put the pen and the pages in the drawer of the desk before getting up and heading into the bedroom. As he entered the room she did not move from her perch at the end of the bed, not even turning her head as he walked past her. While naked, her pose suggested she wanted to hop off the bed and do whatever he asked.

“Undress me and put the dirty clothes in the hamper over there.”

She practically leaped off the bed and immediately pulled Jon’s shirt over his head. Then she pulled open his belt buckle and whipped it out of the loops with a snap. She grinned at him as the belt made the cracking noise. She bent down at the waist and lifted his left leg to remove his shoe and then his sock. Then she stood up, turned slightly to his right, and bent over again to repeat the process on his right shoe and sock. As she stood up, she stopped with her head level with his waist, leaned forward and took his pants zipper in her teeth and with a quick tug pulled the zipper down. Using her hands to get the top of the pants off his hips she continued to pull the pants down using just her teeth on the zipper. She left his pants around his ankles and lowered her backside to the floor so she could look up at him. Then she reached up and grabbed his boxers from the bottoms of the outer side of the leg and whipped then down. As he looked down at her his manhood seemed to be hanging right over her face. She smiled and without taking her eyes off his eyes, lifted his legs out of the pants and underwear. She then stood up and carried the clothes to the hamper.

She stood next to the hamper without moving for a moment before he realized that was the end of the command he had given her.

He said. “Don’t move a muscle. I insist.” He walked over to her and placed his hands on her back. He then rubbed his hands slowly over her back, up to her shoulders, down the top of her arms and up the underside. His hands continued down her sides, down to her hips, down her the side of her thighs and calves and to her ankles. He rubbed the tops of her feet spreading his fingers between her toes then slid his hand back, running his fingernails up the back of her calves. He turned his hands over to run his fingertips up her thighs. He stopped suddenly at her ass to give it a good squeeze. He was standing behind her, his stiffening manhood poking her ass gently. His hands ran around her waist to her stomach where they slowly rubbed their way up to her full breasts. He groped them firmly for a moment before lightly tracing circles on her hardened nipples. He reached up under her arms rubbing her upper chest, tracing her collarbone. Next his left hand was tracing the curve of her chin and cheekbones while his right hand lifted her hair from her neck. He blew cool air across her neck. He exhaled hotly onto her ear. He switched hands to trace her brow while on left side he nibbled the exposed earlobe.

Then he stepped back and stood there quietly letting her wonder what was next. He got into bed and wondered if he would find her standing right there, right like that if he fell asleep and woke up in the morning. His erection twitched as if demanding attention. “Come here and give me the best blow job you’ve ever given, I insist.”

She turned suddenly until she spotted his dick. She slinked toward the bed, her eyes focused on his manhood. She crawled over the length of the bed until her face was almost in front of his. She licked her lips lasciviously lowering her torso toward the bed. She pushed him backwards and as his dick levered upward slightly she sucked it into her mouth.

She spent a few minutes bobbing up and down on his dick sucking or licking his rock hard shaft. That was mere prelude to what followed. She expertly sucked, suckled, and/or tongued his dick. She could make him catch his breath at will or slow down the action to tease him and all sensations in between, deftly switching between them to his maddening delight.

Several times he considered commanding her to bring him to a finish but her control was so good he decided to see how long both of them could stand it. After a half-hour of exquisite torture she did not seem likely to slow down any time soon. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, “No signs of cramping or soreness in her jaw, I wonder how much the pen can modify a person’s physiology.”

More time passed and he had been driven to the brink of orgasm twice before she yanked the rug out from under him. He had asked for the best blowjob ever and she was delivering. He was now lying back on the bed unable to move. She could not get sore but his manhood was screaming for release. With a lustful gaze, she sucked and sucked again and did not relent until his inflamed dick burst in a sticky glob. She swallowed hard and milked him for what seemed like forever. When he stopped leaking cum she delicately licked at his flagging member cleaning up all the stray bits of cum, easing him down from an incredible high slowly and steadily.