The Tea Master Ch. 01

"It is very hot," Javier said, breaking her out of her lustful distraction, as if somehow he could read her mind. "To enjoy its full benefits, I encourage you to breathe in the aroma of its steam as it cools a bit before drinking."

Monique nodded.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

Monique blushed, as her mind flooded with first thoughts, yet none that were appropriate to say out loud to a stranger. "No thank you Javier. This will be wonderful."

"Yes it will," he promised. "I'll be back in a couple minutes to check on you," he added.

She watched him as he walked away, strangely captivated by this stranger. She leaned over the pot, allowing the warm steam to rise to her nostrils. The familiar aroma at first floated up from the teapot, enticing her into another world. The more she breathed it in, the more she felt lured into where it was taking her. There was something powerfully addictive about it. Her eyes widened, her senses sharpened, further heightening the affects of the steam. Her skin began to tingle. Her body felt lulled into a dream that made her feel more alive. She could feel her mind opening like flower beneath bright sunlight. A deep arousal grew in her as it had from the whiff of the exotic plant, but now more deeply as the steam penetrated her body with its potency. She wanted more of it. She poured the elixir into her cup and sipped it, allowing its warmth to moisten her parched throat. To her surprise, she could immediately feel the beginning of its intoxication. She emptied the rest of the cup into her mouth, holding it there a moment to allow its unique flavors to tantalize her taste buds before swallowing.

"Damn!" she said to herself as she leaned back into the soft embrace of the overstuffed chair. Her head started to spin. She could feel all of her senses coming alive at a level she didn't realize possible. Her hearing was suddenly more acute, able to hear whispering conversations at tables around her; her eyes sharpened; smell and taste burst open with new intensity; her skin felt alive and longing for touch. Her nipples hardened more intensely than she could remember; her pussy gushed with dampness. The elixir quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm yet held her there, tormenting her with continuing dizzying pleasure. She stirred in her chair from the unrelenting arousal, crossing her legs and then uncrossing them, trying to find a position that tamed the powerful buzz stirring between her legs. No matter what she did, her arousal only grew.

Javier watched his satisfied customer from a distance. He knew this would only be the beginning. He walked over and stood in front of her, ready to enter her dream.

"It might be wise to pace yourself and only sip the tea," he said, refilling her glass. "You like it?"

Monique opened her eyes to see him standing next to her. His large dick was only inches away. If he was naked, she could easily take him between her thick lips. She wanted to. Whatever was in this exotic tea, it was surging through her body. She liked it.

"Oh gawd," she said, as she instead reached over to the newly refilled cup and emptied it again down her throat. The intensity of its affect throughout her mind and body grew exponentially.

Javier pulled up a wooden chair and sat in front of her, with the small table and cup in between them. He looked intently into her eyes to confirm his curious suspicion that her mind and body were already willing and open to his influence. He had never seen anyone respond so strongly and quickly to the tea. She was alert and aware, yet like an engine in neutral, she was ready to be engaged. Her body was hypersensitive to touch and arousal. He could see that Monique was one of the rare people whose brilliant interpersonal mind made her unusually susceptible to the affects of the exotic plant. She was exceptional.

Javier seized the moment of opportunity. He knew heightened senses can trigger untapped potential of the mind. [It is often said that people only use 10% of the brain's ability. The other 90% is rarely accessed unless necessary or trained. For example, when a person goes blind, their other senses compensate, causing the brain to function at new unprecedented levels. Times of crisis also engage the brain to function at higher levels, providing bursts of seemingly superhuman thinking or strength they can't explain. In a small way, it even happens when two people connect at a deeper level through a simple glance without words, somehow able to read what the other person is thinking and feeling. The moments are magical, yet most people discount them as coincidence or intuition. Yet, time and again, history reminds us how often a passing glance between two people has led to the most primal reactions, from starting wars to scandalous forbidden passionate sex. Javier knew those moments of connection, and everything in between, approach the pinnacle of what makes us human. As true as this potential is for all people, some are more predisposed to the mind's mysterious powerful potential of human connection.]

What Monique had always prided herself on her simple knack to read people was something much more profound for Javier. Javier looked again into Monique's eyes and marveled at the exponential potential of what he saw. Her response to the tea exceeded his expectations or anything he had ever seen; he knew she was ready to begin her journey.

"When customers come in to our shop, they often take their sweaters off to make themselves more comfortable," Javier said, testing the hypnotic affect of the tea on Monique. His experience taught him that the secret of influence is not telling someone what to do, but instead to use the power of suggestion to prepare people to oblige. Instead of telling Monique to take her sweater off, he put the command in a larger phrase to plant the seed.

Monique still felt a little chilled from the cold winds that were blowing around her before she stepped into the warmth of the unusual shop. She had no intention to take her warm thick cable sweater off.

"We have coat racks here if you decide to take your sweater off," he said, repeating the four-word command hidden in another larger statement.

"Thank you," she said, still not wanting to remove the security of her sweater.

"You're welcome," he said warmly, knowing most people need to hear a command at least three times before they comply. It was time to see if she could read his mind and receive his thoughts. He focused his brown eyes on her large translucent blue eyes. "Take your sweater off," he thought with calm firmness.

"What?" she asked. Her words were relaxed, despite feeling some confusion. She was looking right at him. He hadn't moved his lips. She didn't hear anything out loud. Strangely, she could swear she heard his voice. "Did you say something?"

Javier smiled feeling reassured. It was working. He sent the thought again. "Take your sweater off."

Monique looked up again at his eyes. His eyes were gentle but insistent looking back at her. Without saying a word, she reached up to the lapels of her thick cable sweater and pulled them down over her shoulders before pulling her arms out of it and letting it fall behind her.

"Give it to me," he thought without saying anything out loud.

She obliged, yet bewildered at her sudden compulsion to hand her sweater to the handsome stranger. She watched as he hung the sweater up on the coat rack behind her.

Monique felt exposed with her nipples pushing out through her bra and white blouse almost an inch; yet her arousal and the affects of the tea made her less inhibited than she normally would be in public, especially with strangers.

"Very good," he said. Javier was pleased the hypnotic and aphrodisiac properties of the tea were working so strongly for Monique. It was time to test her full potential. She proved she was willing to comply with something simple; would she allow herself to surrender to him?

"When it comes to tea, people are always happy when they do exactly as I say," he said out loud, breaking the silence.

"Are they?" she asked, still in dizzying euphoria. "I imagine you like that too."

"I do," he answered. How about you?" he asked. "Are you enjoying always doing exactly as I say?"

"Yes," she said. "This is tea is amazing." Her words were breathy.

"Next time you come in, and you want to order tea, I bet you will always do exactly as I say, won't you?" planting the seed of the new command a third time.

"Yes I will," she said. "If it makes me feel like this," she added with a smile. "Gawd, this is amazing."

Without saying a word out loud, he looked deeply into her eyes. His mind formed the question and sent it to her. "You're dying to cum aren't you?" he asked.

Monique blushed. She looked around the room as if somehow the whole room had heard him ask, yet there was nothing audible. "Oh gawd, I've never wanted to cum more," she blurted in a whisper; in disbelief she was admitting it to the handsome stranger. "Oh gawd, wait! Why did I say that out loud to him?" she suddenly wondered to herself embarrassed.

"I can see that," he said out loud.

Monique blushed into a deeper shade of red, nervously pouring herself another cup of the exotic tea before drinking it. Her body buzzed from its immediate affects. She loved how she felt yet felt confused.

He formed another question and sent it to her. "What if I promised the most incredible orgasm you've ever had right now, and as good as it is, it would only be the beginning of what you would experience with me?"

"Oh gawd, please," she begged, surprising herself again. The herbal drug continued to surge through her body. "How are you doing this?" she asked out loud. "How are you getting in my head?"

Javier smiled. "You are simply experiencing what your mind is truly capable of Monique; and if you allow me, how your body really wants to pleasure you."

Monique looked around the room, stunned at the conversation she was having with the handsome tea barista.

"Are you ready for that orgasm?" he silently conveyed through his mind.

"I've never felt so horny or ready," she confessed.

"Simply promise me that you will always do exactly as I say," he communicated silently, planting the seed of his command into her psyche the final time. He knew it would be more powerful and irreversible if she said it herself.

"I promise," she answered desperately.

"Say it," he commanded through his thoughts.

"I promise! I will always do exactly as you say," she said out loud with a willing smile. Something clicked deep inside Monique's psyche as she surrendered to him out loud. She suddenly felt overcome by peculiar trust and compliance to the mysterious stranger who she saw looking deep into her eyes again.

Javier smiled seeing in her eyes that her hyperactive mind and subconscious had connected to him through her promise. With the aid of the tea, her commitment of unwavering submission came from the deepest part of her psyche. It is where the mind has its greatest and most untapped power to connect. It was now time to test the full extent of her cognitive gifts and compliance.

"Good," he said with a smile. He looked into deeply into her eyes and formed the command silently in his mind. "Take off your bra and give it to me."

Monique's bright large transparent blue eyes looked intently back into his. She sensed deeply in herself that he was requiring her bra yet somehow the thought, the desire, the need to take it off and give it to him felt like her own. It was something she would normally never do in public. Something deep inside her told her she shouldn't. Even if she could take her bra off discretely, her white blouse was too sheer to wear without a bra. (She used to tease Carl by sometimes telling him when they were out that she was not wearing any underwear under her dress or outfit to tease him. But her clothes always concealed her nakedness beneath. Wearing no underwear under her clothes drove Carl crazy, but no one else could tell.) Now this stranger was demanding her bra and she had the undeniable desire to give it to him.

"How are you doing this," she thought, without saying anything aloud.

"I'm not," he thought back. "You are. Your mind is open, fulfilling it's potential and has now promised to do everything exactly as I say. And you will without hesitation."

Despite her internal resistance, she found her hand involuntarily moving up to unbutton her blouse. "Oh gawd, what am I doing?" she thought to herself, while at the same time, squirming in desperation to cum. The more she felt her mind willingly submitting to him, the more her body was on fire. She discretely unbuttoned her blouse to her navel. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She looked around the room and noticed that no one saw what she was doing except for one of the young female employees behind the counter at the other end of the shop. She reached up and slid her bra strap off her shoulder and down her arm as she slid her hand out from the sleeve of the blouse. She pushed her hand back in and repeated the removal of the other strap on the other side. She pulled the bra from her breasts, exposing her inch-long erect nipples to the room. She quickly fastened the buttons of the blouse back up and handed her bra to Javier.

"Very good," he said. "You will always do exactly as I say."

Monique quickly took another drink from the small teacup. "Oh gawd," she said as the next dose added to her intoxication.

"Now give me your panties," he said.

Monique's head spun. While deep down a part of her wanted to resist, she willingly reached under her tight pencil skirt and pulled her thong down her long legs. They were drenched with her juices. She handed them to him with a blush.

"Just as I expected," he thought with a smile. "Very good, always doing exactly as I say," he added, reinforcing the command. "Now I will reward you,"

"Oh gawd, I feel like I am going to go explode," she said, the only one speaking out loud.

"Not like you're going to," he conveyed through his mind. "Close your eyes."

She closed them dutifully.

"You can feel your entire body tingling, desperate to give. Can you feel that?" he asked through his thoughts.

"Yes!" she answered, continuing in her breathy voice.

"Your mind is flooding with endorphins," Javier conveyed. You will not give until I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she answered.

Javier continued. "Your mind is now remembering every time you have ever cum and reminding your body what each climax felt like. As you begin to remember them, you will not cum. Your mind is reaching back and collecting those memories and stacking them together, one on top of the other. Your body is remembering all the times you've taken yourself." He paused to allow her mind to do its work. "You are also remembering all the times someone else has taken you. Your body is putting them together, one on top of the other. Your arousal is growing like a roller coaster climbing higher and higher with each one, but refusing to give until I tell you."

"Oh gawd!" Monique said, beginning to squirm in her chair. Electric shocks ricocheted through her body. She had never felt this alive, this aroused. She reached up with one hand to squeeze her hardened nipple, her other hand pushed down against her skirt over her lap. Tears rolled down her cheeks in overwhelming anticipation.

"It's rising. Rising. Rising."

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"Aaaaahhhhh! Ggggggrrrraaaa!" Monique moans were beyond words. She squirmed uncontrollably, pressing harder against her pussy. She felt like fireworks were going off throughout her body. She dropped her head back against the large overstuffed chair, completely in her own world and unaware of anyone. She had never felt this overwhelmed by orgasmic bliss.

Javier continued, taking her higher toward the euphoric cliff of pleasure. "Open your eyes," he said softly.

Monique opened her eyes. They were dilated and glazed. Her eyes worked to focus until they locked onto his. The moment they did, he said, "Cum."

Monique screamed with overwhelming exponential pleasure. Her body convulsed as her pussy flooded the leather chair with wave after wave of orgasms overtaking her. Each orgasm layered one epic aftershock after the next. Monique's mind spun dizzily, and with it the room around her. Her body felt electric. The cascade of orgasms made her desperate to be fucked. She wanted the feel of a man in her.

"Oh gawd, please fuck me," she begged. "I have to have you."

She couldn't believe what she was saying to this mysterious stranger; but she also couldn't believe how he made her feel. It was as if everything from the last two days had suddenly vanished, and she was in a new world.

"Keep cumming," he ordered. "Cum again."

Her body responded dutifully, unleashing another seismic orgasm over her.

"Oh gawd, please," she pleaded.

What do you want?" he asked through his mind deeply connected to hers.

"I want to fuck you. Please!" she pleaded, in disbelief she was being so forward, but too desperate to care. Her body was on fire.

"And you promise to always do exactly as I say."

"Yes! I'm yours. Whatever you want," she said in euphoric surrender.

"Come fuck me," he ordered.

Her legs struggled to hold her up as she stood; waves of orgasms continued to wash over her. She walked around the small table to where he was sitting. She unfastened his pants and lowered the zipper with no regard for anyone else in the shop. As she pulled his member from his pants and gasped at its size. She had never seen a dick so thick and long. She had never been penetrated by anything close to his size. Just the sight of it, put her over the edge again as she straddled his legs on the chair and lowered herself on top of him. She gulped at the feel of him filling her so full and deep into her womanhood. The muscles of her pussy tightened around him in glorious rapture.

Javier unbuttoned her blouse again, and took one of her large firm tits in his hand, turning the thimble-like nipple between his thumb and fingers.

"Nice and slow," he ordered through his thoughts. "Keep cumming as you do," he ordered firmly.

She rode him slowly; her orgasms continued to crash over her body again and again, exactly as he said. He watched her beautiful face and body respond as she fell deeper down the rabbit hole of blissful surrender to him with his successive climax.

"His thoughts flooded with the reality of his climax coming, filling her mind with its promise."

"Oh yes!" she said in a breathy voice, eager for him to fill her with his cum. She increased the pace of her ride, galloping him in the chair, determined to syphon every drop from him.

Javier dropped his head back, releasing thick loads of his cum into her. "Don't stop!" his mind demanded as he planted a pint of his seed into the deepest recesses of her pussy.

"Gawd yes!" she screamed as his thick cum filled and poured from her. She had never felt anything more exhilarating. "Oh gawd, oh gawd!" she continued to pant.

Javier watched his new tyro succumbing deeper into her new world. "Damn, you're good," she said.

"You are too," he said with a smile. "You can stop cumming now," he instructed through his thoughts. Monique's body instantly fell limp against him, as the waves of glorious cascading orgasms subsided.

"That was amazing," she said. "I needed that."

"Its only the beginning of what I have for you as you continue to do exactly what I say," he promised.

Monique always saw herself as a strong independent woman, who made her own choices. She still was and still did. But now, somehow deep inside her, she wanted nothing more than to choose to do exactly as Javier, the mysterious tea-master would say. It was her choice. It that was just the beginning; she wondered what more he had for her. No one ever made her feel the way he did. It wasn't that she loved him; she had just met him. But strangely, she now felt a deep unexplainable eager compulsion to willing surrender to his every word.