Pulling Strings

by Jay Petto

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© Copyright 2007 - Jay Petto - Used by permission

Storycodes: M/f; mc; marionette; puppet; strings; reluct; X

Disclaimer: Do not read this if you are underage, it would be illegal for other reasons or while operating heavy machinery. Don't try this at home either even if you are telepathic, which I doubt.

Annette stood frozen on the stage before me, dressed in a white bikini and heels. Short blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her lovely grey eyes did not register my presence; except for the steady rise and fall of her ample bosom she might have been a beautiful mannequin. Since she was now under my mental control, the image was not far from the truth.

Being a telepath has a number of advantages, most of which are illegal, immoral and extremely enjoyable. Chief among these is adjusting the minds of attractive young women for my own dishonorable purposes. Annette was my latest, having just been acquired during an audition for a nonexistent play. I was certain she would provide me with hours of fun, especially since I'd made a few alterations to her thought processes while she was ... paused.

My thoughts flickered around her psyche as I made the final changes. You will not object to anything I say or do, they told her again. Nor can you even think of a reason to do so. One last scan confirmed that Annette was ready. I have always taken great pride in my ability to sculpt, whether in clay or other, more precious materials.

I snapped my fingers and watched her stir, unaware of either the time that had passed or change in her clothing. It was time to resume our conversation and start the game. "So you're a Theatre Major?", I asked.

She nodded. "Yes, I just declared this year, though I've known what I wanted to do since I was a girl. There's just something about being on stage that's so thrilling!"

Strolling over to her, I said "I imagine there is. Hold still a moment, would you?"

She nodded. My hand caressed her soft cheek, roamed to trace her lower lip. Moving downwards, it ran down her beautiful neck and began to follow her collarbone. I slipped it behind her and untied the bikini top. Her large breasts bounced as they were freed from their prison. "Yes", I said after a moment. "No doubt an audience feels the same way when you're on stage."

She blushed a little at my compliment. "That's very kind of you. Oh!" My hand had slipped down to give her buttocks a friendly pat.

"You don't mind?", I asked. One finger circled the base of her spine.

"Oh, not at all", she assured me. "That would be silly, wouldn't it?"

"Some people might not think so. They might say you were being treated like a toy - a living doll. Raise your arms above your head. What would you say to that?"

"I am not a toy!", she said as she complied. "That's not only stupid but insulting". Her breasts heaved impressively from her indignation.

Standing behind her, I reached around to cup both rounded cones. A gentle squeeze caused her to jump suddenly. "Well, you're going topless at my request and I'm certainly taking liberties with your delectable person", I pointed out, tweaking her nipples.

"What's odd about that? It's not as if it's unusual - why shouldn't you? And why shouldn't I do as you say?" She looked so cute with her arms held up as she said that.

"I see your point. Oh, you can lower your arms now. Turn and face me, please." I withdrew my hands with some reluctance as she did so.

Taking her wrist, I positioned her arm so that it was held at a right angle to her body and parallel to the floor. "After all", I said, "you are a fully grown woman."

"Exactly!", she said as I did the same with her other arm. "There is no way I'm somebody's toy!"

It was time to send some suggestions to her. You feel odd, I thought at her. Weak, as if you can't move easily from your position. She looked a bit puzzled.

"Something wrong?".

I managed to keep straight face, which is not always easy.

"No - just a funny feeling", she said with a quick smile.

"Okay". More suggestions were sent. You see wires attached to your wrists, knees and shoulders. Another seems to be placed just above your buttocks. They go up but you can't see where because of the lights. There does seem to be a figure moving up there, though. He is definitely holding something; it seems to be a pair of crossed sticks. I haven't noticed and you don't want me to; it's very embarrassing.

click for larger imageShe looked startled and darted a glance at me. "Marionette?" she gasped.

"Beg pardon?", I asked with a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

"Sorry, I was just ... just thinking of something. Nothing, really."

"Oh, alright". I gave her a gentle smile. Now you really can't move - it must be because of the lines. You can feel the slack being taken up; it has to be a puppeteer!

She turned a delightful shade of red. "Um, what were we talking about?", she said.

"How you weren't anyone's toy", I said helpfully.


Your strings are being pulled! You are being manipulated into a lively jig just like a real marionette!

One shapely leg was raised. "I ... um ... I feel like dancing", she announced nervously. Arms held gracefully over her head, Annette began to prance about. I watched as the steps caused interesting things to happen to her anatomy.

"It's an unusual piece", I commented. "Reminds me of something, but I can't place it."

"It's uh, just something that came to me", said Annette, bouncing around me. A sudden pirouette obviously startled her.

"A bit distracting though", I said as she spun past. "Wouldn't you rather wait until later?"

"Oh, no! I ... just feel inspired". She finished another red-faced orbit. "There is dancing in the pl-plaay, isn't there?"

"Yes, but I'd already decided to give you the part this afternoon, so there's no reason to keep impressing me. Also, it does make conversation a bit difficult when you won't stay still".

Annette's mouth opened for a moment. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't find anything that made sense without telling me her 'secret'.

I love being a complete bastard.

A few moments passed as I watched in silent amusement.


She went into a dip, then sprang away again.

"We may have been wrong", I announced.

"What?", she cried.

"This all reminds me of a marionette's dance. Are you sure you aren't actually some sort of living puppet?"

"No! Whatever gave you ... oh!" High-stepping past me, she gave a sudden spin. "... gave you that idea?"

"Say! You've got strings".  I looked up, as if trying to make out something above. "And it looks like someone's pulling them!"

"No, I mean - are you sure? The light's bad in here ...".

"No, no, I can see him quite clearly. He's doing an excellent job; it's obvious he knows to manipulate his puppets. I'll just go and say hello."

"But I'm not ... wait, don't leave me like this!"

"Just be a moment". While I only moved a few feet away, to Annette it seemed as if I had headed backstage. Reality is such a plastic thing, especially once I get my hands on it.

I watched the rest of her dance from my new vantage point. She slowed down in response to my thoughts a short time later, then stopped dancing. Taking a deep bow, she swung her arms behind her back. Unable to move from this position, Annette had no choice but to wait for my next desire.

I strolled back over, adjusting her perceptions again as I did so. "Nice chap", I said. "He cleared up a few things."

"H...he did?" She sounded nervous.

"Oh, yes. Apparently, you are a marionette - a rather beautiful one, I might add. He merely stopped by to put on a little show before ...". I paused, partially for dramatic reasons, but also to savor the excitement.


"Well, you're my plaything. That was what he had to tell me."

"But you agreed ...?"

"Yes, but I didn't know you had strings to pull then. The fully grown woman bit is still true, though."

"But ... but how can this be happening? Oh, I can't even look up ..."

I mimed pulling at her strings and willed her to straighten. She did so, though with her back arched to better display her breasts. "There you go", I said.

"Thank you", she breathed. "But, can't you do something about these wires? I can't be some sort of toy!"

"They say you should accept what you are", I reminded her. "and you are a lovely marionette. Perky breasts, too". I gave her another tweak for emphasis.

"But ... but what you are going to do, then?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Why, I'm going to play with you of course. But don't worry - you'll still get your chance on stage."

"Stage? You don't mean ...". Her voice trailed off.

"Yes, you'll be starring in your very own puppet show". My sense of anticipation peaked as I gave her the trigger phrase, "Merry Annette, the dancing doll!"

She opened her mouth to speak just as the massive wave of pleasure broke over her mind. It wasn't a very articulate reply, but it was extremely loud and expressive.



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