Being a Father
Being a Father
Honeysuckle Pear © 5-Apr-2018.
This is an extract from the forthcoming ‘Merlin Parnassus’ story.
Authors notes:
- Text in single-quotes is telepathic thoughts communication.
- Copper is a dog of the breed ‘Aksaray Malaklisi’.
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There were several times that I felt estranged as a father. I didn’t have the daily contact with the children that I felt they should have. It suited my life style as I couldn’t be around all the time, but I felt – I should do more. I couldn’t pin down if I was on a guilt trip or feeling left out. I stepped back to look at Callia’s position. What did she have that other mothers did not. Well, the obvious answer was Copper, who was far more than just a pet. Copper’s greatest asset was her telepathy skills which turned her into a companion and a Nanny. Callia also had instant access to her mother through the Paphos portal. I think I can say that I have no reason to feel guilty.
Callia understood how I was feeling. That night, she took me to bed and used my trigger word. I floated gently down into my own private space. She teased out and removed any guilt I felt and gently pushed me into deep relaxation. I had taught her these techniques so that she could cope with anyone having a mental breakdown. She had sensed my depression.
I floated gently, as if I weighed nothing; my body was a light as a feather.
‘Now Merlin. Relax and forgive. Do not think about what I am saying. Just relax and forgive. You said I should never use hypnosis with telepathy. Please forgive me for violating that request. You can explain to me, why I shouldn’t, on another day. Forgive and relax.’
‘You are forgiven.’
The whisper came from the depths of my soul. I had no thoughts and listened for her caring commands.
‘Let your body float in my arms as a baby. Let your lips caress my nipple and suckle, to your hearts content; I have plenty of spare milk to nurture you body and to calm your soul.’
I drew on that source of life with no thoughts, no demands, no sense of time, nothing.
‘Now, let your mouth continue to suckle. Focus your telepathy on me. Feel what I feel; feel the child suckling on my nipple; feel the senses in my breast, in my stomach and down into my pussy; feel my building urges and satisfaction.’
No thoughts entered my head. Callia wasn’t thinking, so I wasn’t thinking. I recorded her feelings deep down into her toes. I squirmed as she squirmed. I felt the flow of milk throughout the breast and out of the swollen nipple. I felt Callia’s love of her baby. Her motherly affections were being drawn towards that sole point of contact. The focus of the mind was total; no other thoughts could invade for consideration. We had both achieved nirvana. We drifted in a different time.
‘Now Merlin, your body is content. Stop suckling. Let your focus remain within me. Feel my contentment. Let your mind follow my thoughts. Let yourself feel and understand my contentment.’
At that point, Callia had a small orgasm. I left the trance, bathing in the afterglow, feeling relaxed and a little envious. I had to accept that, in some ways, I would always be a bystander.
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Honeysuckle Pear © 5-Apr-2018.
This is an extract from the forthcoming ‘Merlin Parnassus’ story.
Authors notes:
- Text in single-quotes is telepathic thoughts communication.
- Copper is a dog of the breed ‘Aksaray Malaklisi’.
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There were several times that I felt estranged as a father. I didn’t have the daily contact with the children that I felt they should have. It suited my life style as I couldn’t be around all the time, but I felt – I should do more. I couldn’t pin down if I was on a guilt trip or feeling left out. I stepped back to look at Callia’s position. What did she have that other mothers did not. Well, the obvious answer was Copper, who was far more than just a pet. Copper’s greatest asset was her telepathy skills which turned her into a companion and a Nanny. Callia also had instant access to her mother through the Paphos portal. I think I can say that I have no reason to feel guilty.
Callia understood how I was feeling. That night, she took me to bed and used my trigger word. I floated gently down into my own private space. She teased out and removed any guilt I felt and gently pushed me into deep relaxation. I had taught her these techniques so that she could cope with anyone having a mental breakdown. She had sensed my depression.
I floated gently, as if I weighed nothing; my body was a light as a feather.
‘Now Merlin. Relax and forgive. Do not think about what I am saying. Just relax and forgive. You said I should never use hypnosis with telepathy. Please forgive me for violating that request. You can explain to me, why I shouldn’t, on another day. Forgive and relax.’
‘You are forgiven.’
The whisper came from the depths of my soul. I had no thoughts and listened for her caring commands.
‘Let your body float in my arms as a baby. Let your lips caress my nipple and suckle, to your hearts content; I have plenty of spare milk to nurture you body and to calm your soul.’
I drew on that source of life with no thoughts, no demands, no sense of time, nothing.
‘Now, let your mouth continue to suckle. Focus your telepathy on me. Feel what I feel; feel the child suckling on my nipple; feel the senses in my breast, in my stomach and down into my pussy; feel my building urges and satisfaction.’
No thoughts entered my head. Callia wasn’t thinking, so I wasn’t thinking. I recorded her feelings deep down into her toes. I squirmed as she squirmed. I felt the flow of milk throughout the breast and out of the swollen nipple. I felt Callia’s love of her baby. Her motherly affections were being drawn towards that sole point of contact. The focus of the mind was total; no other thoughts could invade for consideration. We had both achieved nirvana. We drifted in a different time.
‘Now Merlin, your body is content. Stop suckling. Let your focus remain within me. Feel my contentment. Let your mind follow my thoughts. Let yourself feel and understand my contentment.’
At that point, Callia had a small orgasm. I left the trance, bathing in the afterglow, feeling relaxed and a little envious. I had to accept that, in some ways, I would always be a bystander.
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