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A flash of lightning, impossibilities emerge, reality shifts, and
life goes on.
* * *
With my spare key I opened the front door to Collette’s home. I lock the door behind me after stepping across the
threshold, safe in the comfort of her living room. I glance at the clock that rested on the mantle above the
fireplace. I had four hours
until she would be home. Four
hours in which to clean the house from top to bottom. The first of many surprised that she would face today.
I vacuumed, swept, mopped, dusted and was a whirlwind of activity
as I went from room to room. I
cleaned her home, putting things where they belonged. In the kitchen I did the dishes and took two salmon steaks out of
the freezer for dinner. As
they defrosted I continued my exploits.
I dusted the furniture, cleaned the TV and computer screens, put
the pillows on the couch neatly. I
checked the time and then started a load of laundry, washing her clothes. I finished two loads, including folding and putting away before I
had to finish dinner.
I set the salmon in the oven to broil with a lemon crust and wrote
a small note. I snuck out the
back door and cautiously affixed the small piece of paper to her front
door. Satisfied with the
notes placement I ran back to the back sure that I wouldn’t be seen. I turned the oven down to warm and finished dinner, French fries
and a salad. I set a bottle
of wine to chill, and proceeded to set the table. I lit two candles, and
keeping the food warming, I waited.
* * *
Collette pulled into her driveway, another week finally done. Her feet were sore, and she felt tired. Climbing out of the car she scratched her leg, her pantyhose
feeling oppressive in the heat of the Arizona sun. She shut the car door and walked slowly up the walk. She found a small piece of paper sticking between the door and the
jamb. She pulled the paper
from the door and unfolded it.
My writing jumped from the page, three cryptic words:
Don’t be frightened.
Her face wrinkled into a furrowed look of trepidation and
curiosity. Don’t be
frightened, what could he mean by that? She wondered. She
opened the door and from the dining room I heard her giddy laughter. “Frightened of a clean house?” I heard her say to the empty
air.
The smells of dinner drifted to her and again I could hear her
speak, “mmm, smells good.” She
took her shoes off, flexing her toes against the freshly vacuumed carpet. She walked across the room and into the dining room. She spotted the two plates and the candles, their soft flames
dancing in the invisible air currents of the room. She moaned in delight at the wine sitting in its silver holder, the
ice clinging to its aged bottle.
Walking into the kitchen I saw her face drop slightly, “where are
you?”
This was it, I reasoned. I
shut my eyes, and when she turned her back to me I whispered gently,
“Right here.”
Collette spun around. My
voice had startled her and she nearly fell, the nylon of her pantyhose
slipping on the freshly mopped floor. She looked nervous; the kitchen was empty, “where?”
“I am standing next to the stove,” I admitted, my voice
drifting from thin air.
“I don’t see you? What
kind of joke is this?” I
could hear the ire in her voice escalating, anger creeping over her face,
her smile fading to an angry scowl.
“Remember my note?” I asked.
I could see the confusion, anger and fear dance over her face like
a shroud. “Where are
you?” She asked again, not believing me. “What kind of joke is this?” She stepped forward looking for a hidden speaker.
I tried to step out of her way, sliding to my left. Collette bumped into me, hitting me with her right hand in the
jaw. It was unintentional and
I yelped in pain. Collette
stepped back, her face registering shock, her mouth open in unabashed
consternation, “what is going on here?” Her voice was high, anger and confusion spilling from her beautiful
mouth.
I answered honestly, “I don’t know.”
I stepped
backwards until my back hit the countertop. I stood still watching as Collette stepped forward her hands held high,
reaching for me. Her hands
hit my naked chest and slid upwards, past my neck, to my face. She ran her hands outwards until she was cupping my chin in
her palms. “What
happened?”
I brought
my hands upwards and gripped hers gently, “let’s eat. I will tell you what little I do know during dinner.”
“Okay,”
she said. As we walked into
the dining room she smiled, “the house looks great, by the way.”
“Thank
you. Here, have a seat,” I
said and Collette watched as the chair seemed to slide away from the table
unaided as my invisible hands pulled the chair backwards. Collette took the seat and I pushed the chair in. “Wait here,” I smiled an unseen smile. I made three trips, carrying the fish, potatoes and salads in from
the kitchen. With the food on
the table I poured each of us a glass and sat down opposite Collette.
She
sipped the wine, stared at my empty chair, and asked again, “what
happened?”
We ate
dinner, the food appearing to fly from their platters to our plates. When I took my first bite of the fish Collette gasped, “the fish just
disappeared.”
Between
bites I explained what I knew, admittedly, very little. “I don’t know what happened. There was a storm last night, and a lightning strike hit the power
lines outside my window. I
went outside to see what happened, if anything was damaged. My curiosity biting at me, I had never been that close to a
lightning strike. I remember
how loud it was, the bolt of energy striking the pole. The windows in my
apartment shook, and the power went out.
“When I
ran outside, the rain pelting me with an icy bite, I could smell the
ozone, the crisp scent of the storm. I looked up at the pole, the wires were still attached but looking
charred. I knew power would
be out for a while until the repair crew could arrive and replace the
cindered wire.”
I paused
and took another bite of my salad. Swallowing
heavily I continued, “I knew there was nothing I could do, and the rain
was freezing, so I decided to go back inside. I turned back towards my door when another flash of lightning
struck just behind me. The
blast lifted me off the ground and sent me flying about ten feet. My hands skidded across the pavement, my palms singing in pain. I hit the ground hard and slowly inched to my feet. I looked down at the ground and collapsed in incomprehensible
shock.
“I was
gone, invisible. I could not
see my feet. I was sitting in the rain, feeling the icy cold water
slapping against me, hearing the wind howl like a desolate wolf alone, but
I could not see me. The rest
of the world was still there, standing against the storm like a soldier
fighting a battle. I was
different. I was no longer visible. My clothes were, I could see my pants and shirt, but my feet were
not jutting from them, my hands lost to the empty air. I ran inside, not wanting to be seen, or at least not wanting
my clothes to be seen.
“I
don’t really know what caused it to happen, anymore than I know the
properties of glass that makes it transparent, but something changed. The energy of the lightning, striking the ground at my feet and
sending me flipping through the air changed me somehow, made me invisible.
“I went
inside and looked in a mirror. I
could see the door behind me, I could see right through me. It was disconcerting, and I felt like you just did, frightened,
confused and lost. I felt
lost. I didn’t know what to
do and I still don’t. I
knew I couldn’t really face this alone, and so I decided to come over
here. I walked over naked, afraid to be seen, even partially, and I
knew how odd a car driving itself would appear.”
I paused,
took a deep breath, and waited for Collette’s initial response.
Her voice
was light, “so you’re naked?”
I
didn’t expect that question, was she toying with me, or trying to
lighten the situation. I
answered, my voice tight, “yes.”
“You
were naked when you walked over here.”
It
wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway, “yes.”
“I love
that.”
*
* *
Dinner
finished I did dishes, Collette watching interested as the plates and
silverware floated in the air. “This
is really bizarre,” she admitted as she watched the dishes bounce in the
suds-filled sink before floating into the drying rack.
“It is
difficult,” I admitted. “I
can feel me, can bump into things and feel the pain, everything feels
normal, and I can see, I am just invisible.”
Collette was
quiet for a few minutes, eyeing me with a strange look of wonder. “I like it,” she finally announced.
“Like
what?”
“I like
that you are invisible. I
have…plans. It’s obvious
that you can’t go to work like this, so I am thinking you will probably
have to quit your job. That
will leave you with lots of free time to do things…” she trailed off. “Yes, I like it.”
I
finished the dinner and Collette held her hand out to me, “take my hand.”
I wrapped
my fingers through hers; gripping her hand like I was afraid I would pass
right through her.
“It is
a normal feeling,” she said with a catch in her voice. She pulled me behind her. “Go
wait by the car. I want to test some things out.” She opened the door to her home and paused as if she forgot
something. She was putting on
a show for the neighbors, just in case. She opened the door again five minutes later wearing a comfortable
pair of gray sweat pants and sweat shirt. She had changed from her work clothes into something more relaxed.
She
opened the door to her car and told me to climb in. The car settled under my weight and she climbed in beside me. She started the car, looking through me as she backed down the
driveway and onto the street. She drove through town until she arrived at the local mall. “Stay close to me,” she said.
We walked
into the mall until we arrived at a women’s clothing store. She grabbed a black skirt and a sleeveless white blouse. She walked slowly towards the changing room, easing along to insure
I was able to keep next to her as I walked, naked and invisible, through
the store.
We
entered the dressing room, sliding the white curtain shut. Collette pulled off her sweatpants until she stood naked from the waist
down before me. “I have
always wanted to try this,” she whispered in my ear, “eat me.”
I dropped
to my knees, and ran my hands up along the back of her legs. She moaned slightly, as my hands slid higher until I was cupping
the gentle swell of her shapely behind. I leaned forward, my tongue extended, and I lapped at her wet sex. The thought of being pleasured in a public place had excited her,
and she opened up like a blooming flower.
Her taste
was strong, her excitement growing. My
tongue licked her pouting lips, parting them and slipping inside like a
sword into scabbard. I tilted
my head, until my tongue pressed against her clit, sliding rapidly back
and forth. I pleasured her
clit, and her hands gripped my hair. She pulled my, shifting my body until she could take a seat on the
bench that sat opposite the sliding curtain.
Collette
dropped lower, her legs spread to grant me better access to her sex. I shifted as she did and continued my probing ministrations. I ate her sex until Collette bent forward muffling her moans of delight
in her hands. She was moaning
in pleasure. “Ouch,” I
said into her pussy and she came as my mouth formed the words against her
sex.
I pulled
my legs in quickly as a woman outside the shut curtain shouted,
“dammit.” She had tripped
over my invisible legs, which had drifted outside the dressing room when
we had shifted to allow Collette to take a seat. The woman’s voice was wavering as she tried to see what she had
tripped over. She saw
nothing, of course, and I had to plant my lips against Collette’s as she
started to chuckle.
“That
was wonderful,” she told me. She
repeated what she had said earlier, “I like it.”
Collette
tried on the clothes and then decided she didn’t need them returned them
to the shelf. We left the
store and once again I climbed into the car before Collette. As we drove home Collette was chatting amiably, “this is great. I can take you anywhere. Shopping,
to work so you can sit under my desk and eat me for hours. Or I can leave you at home so you can keep my house clean like you
did today. I can take you
with me when I go out with friends. The
possibilities are endless.” She
was running away with thoughts of what she could do with me, her invisible
slave.
We
returned home and showered, getting ready for bed. Collette climbed into bed and watched as the covers rose and fell as I
climbed into bed next to her. She
looked at the shape of my body under the blanket, “go get the collar we
keep for you. I want to see
something.”
I climbed
out of bed and returned with the collar she had rewarded me with years
ago. “Put it on.”
I donned
the collar and Collette purred in delight. “Excellent,” she said, watching the collar floating in mid air. “Now I know where you are. Keep it on unless told otherwise or
when leaving the house.”
“Yes,
mistress,” I acknowledged her command.
She
called me into bed and we slept side by side until the sunlight filled the
room with its warm light.
*
* *
I was fired from my job when I didn’t show up for a week without
calling in. There were just
too many unanswerable questions that I didn’t want to have to face. We settled into a routine, every other day Collette would
leave me home to clean her home, keeping the house spotless. Each day off I concentrated on a room, polishing the faucets
in the bathroom to rearranging the living room with Collette’s decorator’s
eyes.
The other days she would take me to work with her. I have sat in on meetings, my head trapped between her parted
thighs as she concluded business deals and answered millions of questions
thrown her way. She took me
to lunch with her, having her pussy teased with my fingers and tongue as
she ate her salad or burger. I
was there for her pleasure and I reveled in my new freedom, a freedom to
please Collette during the day at work or at night while relaxing in the
comfort of her home.
It worked out well, my invisibility a blessing more than a curse.
* * *
Ann returned from work with a smile on her face. I greeted her at the door, my collar floating in mid-air. “Good day?” I asked.
“Very,” she replied. “Go
to the bedroom.”
She had something plColletted; I could hear it in her words. I walked to the bedroom, Collette following behind me. She told me to kneel on the bed and she undressed quickly. She was breathing in anticipation as she strapped a thick dildo to
her hips, “I have been thinking,” she began, “what it would like
watching the dildo disappear in your ass. I have seen the silverware disappear and reappear with each bite,
and I have to see this.”
She lubricated the fake cock and crossed the room to where my
collar was floating. With her
arms out held she found my legs and slid her palms upwards to my ass. “Guide me,” she commanded.
I reached behind me and grabbed the slippery tip of the cock and
pressed it against the puckered ring of my ass, “you’re there,” I
announced.
With that she lunged, sliding the cock into my ass with a single
swift motion. I sucked in a
breath of air as her cock filled my ass. She began to piston the cock in rapid thrusts; pulling the cock
from my ass and then sliding it back in rapidly. “Oh my God,” she hissed excitedly, “this is amazing.” She was looking at the cock as it disappeared from view only to
reappear as she shifted her hips, pulling the cock from my ass. She was moaning in pleasure, the cock massaging her sex and the
view inflaming her libido.
Over and over she fucked me, the cock looking like a nub of plastic
that grew longer as she pulled the cock out of my gripping body. It appeared that the cock was growing and shrinking as she
pounded away into my body, and I felt each lunge.
Collette
brought her hand up to my collar and then gripped my hair, pulling my head
back until I was staring up at the ceiling. She couldn’t see my pose, but she could feel my body straining
beneath her. She could feel
my body react to her probing thrusts. She could feel my head shift in her hands as she pounded into me.
The cock
was growing and shrinking, my head was held high, and Collette was fucking me
with fury. Collette released my
head and thrust one last time, dropping onto my back as she came loudly. She held the cock into my ass and it appeared that she had only a
tiny dildo strapped to her hips. Her
breathing came in ragged bursts and when she calmed down she pulled the
dildo from my ass. I watched it grow longer, as if it was real and was growing
at the prospect of sex.
Collette
unstrapped the dildo, handed it to me to clean, and repeated the words she
had used so often, “I like it.”
We went
to bed and held each other until sleep overtook us, drifting into the night
with a comfortable silence. |