Michelle had always had a nasty streak in
her personality, even as a little girl she seemed to get a lot of pleasure from
hurting people and animals. Her mother stopped her from keeping pets after
catching her torturing her pet rabbit.
Michelle always befriended weaker children,
children she could intimidate, like poor little Marsha Murray. Michelle used to
lock her in rooms, take her in to the local woods and run away, leaving Marsha
sobbing with fear and taking her glasses from her until she begged for them
back.
She was very jealous of Marsha�s glasses,
she wanted a pair of her own. She told her mother that she couldn�t see
properly so they visited the optician, only to be told that Michelle had
perfect eyesight. This made Michelle resent Marsha even more, but was also the
start of her fascination with glasses and people�s dependency on them.
After finishing school, she landed the
ideal job as an optical assistant/receptionist in an optician�s shop. She loved
her job, what fun she had altering prescriptions, knowing first time wearers
would eventually adapt to their new glasses. So many over prescribed people
walking around.
Every guy she dated wore glasses, she was
an attractive girl and a lot of her dates were customers. Of course, she never
fell in love with any of them; she fell in love with their glasses dependency.
Michelle met Carl when he came in for his
first eye test. He was complaining of headaches when reading, driving etc. The
optician tested his eyes and informed him that he was far sighted and that his
eyes had trouble focussing together properly, especially when doing close up
work.
He was prescribed some mild plus glasses to
be worn when needed, with one lens a little stronger than the other. The
optician said he felt Carl may need a prism correction as well but he would see
him in a few months to see how the new glasses felt first.
When Carl picked up his new glasses he
asked Michelle out on a date, to which she eagerly agreed.
She
found Carl pleasant enough and admittedly he did look pretty cute in those
glasses, the trouble was, he wasn�t dependant on them. Over the weeks she
discovered that he wore them for close work, but removed them when he was
finished. If he ever forgot them, say, when he came to her apartment, and they
watched a movie, he could function fine.
Michelle craved dependency.
She knew if Carl had a prism correction,
once he got used to it, he would more than likely need to wear his glasses full
time.
Time for action.
At work, she went through the files, found
Carl�s records and amended them, making sure the prescription was slightly
stronger and also contained a prism correction for his weaker eye.
Next time she visited Carl she was prepared
with her tiny screwdriver, as soon as he went to the takeaway, she got his
glasses and loosened the right screws in the right places.
Bingo, next day he told her one of the
lenses had fallen out of his glasses and he asked Michelle if she would take
them to work and get them fixed. Of course she would.
She slipped the glasses in the tray ready
for the lab, with instructions to replace the lenses. His new prescription was
on file.
She collected the glasses later on that day
and gave them to Carl when he came over later that evening.
He tried them on and immediately noticed
the difference. Michelle said the lenses were a better quality material and it
may take a while to get used to them.
� But my eye feels like it�s pulling, these
just feel totally different�.
�Persevere Carl, everyone says it takes a
few days to get used to this new plastic, but it�s so superior to the old
stuff, and much more expensive, you got it free. Give them a week and if
they�re no better I�ll get them made up with the old style lenses, ok?�
Carl did persevere and after a week she
noticed him wearing them more often. He would watch a movie, take his glasses
off then put them straight back on, he said he had double vision without them.
Not long after, Carl was putting his
glasses on first thing in the morning and taking them off last thing at night.
Michelle was very pleased with all of her
hard work, especially when Carl came out of the shower bare eyed one day and
she was sure his weak eye looked like it was turning in - it turned her on!
Carl went on a business trip for a week and
during this time Michelle had met another very attractive customer. Brad was
very myopic and when he came to collect his new, stronger glasses she felt very
fluttery inside as she looked through the tray of newly made up glasses, for
Brad�s pair.
She took them out of the plastic packet and
lovingly cleaned them, caressing the thick lenses with the cloth. Edges
sparkling, she handed them to Brad. He took off his old glasses and slipped on
the new ones, he looked gorgeous and Michelle commented on how much they suited
him. He replied,� Well, maybe I should try them out, would a pretty lady, like
yourself, care to come to the movies with me tonight?� Of course Michelle said
she�d love to.
Brad�s new glasses needed a slight
adjustment so, as he took them off, she nudged his old ones across the table so
he couldn�t put his hand on them straight away. The panic on his face for that
couple of seconds was priceless; she got a real kick out of it.
They had a good time at the movies and went
for a burger afterwards.
She found Brad extremely boring and
mentally blocked out his droning voice while she gazed in to his small eyes,
pretending to be enthralled by his hobby � stamp collecting. She was too busy
scheming; she had plans for the rest of their evening.
When Brad walked Michelle home, she invited
him in for coffee, he accepted and the coffee progressed to something a little
stronger. Before they knew it, they were making wild, passionate love, Brad
still wearing his glasses.
Michelle seductively started to tie Brad�s
wrists to the headboard and then his ankles to the bottom of the bed, she
laughed,� you�re at my mercy now�, Brad laughed, �You certainly are a wild
one�.
She began running her tongue up and down
his naked torso, she was driving him wild with desire. She then proceeded to
remove his glasses. She felt his body stiffen,� Baby, just leave my glasses on
please, It won�t be much fun if I can�t see you�.
�No, I want you TOTALLY naked Brad�.
Now he was driving her crazy with desire,
just to see him blindly staring at her, knowing he was totally helpless, turned
her on big time. He couldn�t move and he couldn�t see, he was powerless and
totally at her mercy.
They made love a second time and Michelle
couldn�t stop kissing his eyes, his weak, unseeing eyes.
She then started teasing him by slipping
his glasses up and down his nose, now you see me, now you don�t, she thought to
herself.
Trying to conceal the panic in his voice,
Brad pleaded, � Sweetie, leave them on me now please�, �Ok darling, I�m just
playing with you, I won�t break them�, she replied. �I�ll go and get us some
more drinks, won�t be a minute�, and she went to the kitchen, taking his
glasses with her.
She poured them both a drink and came back
in to the bedroom. Brad�s eyes were darting from side to side, desperately
trying to focus but failing miserably.
She slipped his glasses back on to his
face, noticed his relief, and then promptly slid them down his nose, just out
of his eye�s range while she drizzled Bourbon around his lips and down his
body. She licked it all off then pushed his glasses back up his nose.
She knew Brad was a little shocked,
although he wasn�t a virgin; he obviously had never experienced anything like
this before. Unlike herself.
She didn�t want Brad to think she was weird
so as she started to untie him, she laughingly said, � Brad boy, I don�t know
what came over me. No one has ever had this effect on me before. You turned me
in to a wild woman�.
Brad, no longer helpless, laughed, a little
nervously she thought.
�I really enjoyed it Babe, I just panic
when I lose my eyes and you freaked me out a little�.
Her fun over, Michelle started yawning and
suggested Brad go home so they could both get a few hours of decent sleep
before going work. She had had her fun and she was fed up with him now.
Brad agreed and asked if he could see her
again soon,� Yes, of course, thanks for tonight, you were great. I�ll give you
a ring soon�.
Michelle flopped in to bed and thought
about the past few hours.� Pity all he�s got going for him are his glasses�,
she said aloud.
She did phone him, but only to tell him she
wouldn�t be seeing him again as she was back with her ex- boyfriend.
She didn�t need any complications in her
life, Carl was due back soon.
She was quite pleased to see Carl and
thought maybe one day she could tie him to the bed.
Lying in bed that night, Carl said,�Hey
Chelle, when I was away I got talking to a guy in the hotel bar, our
conversation got around to glasses and he commented on the prism in mine. I
told him I didn�t have one and he said he was sure I did. Remember I told you
my glasses felt weird when I got them back, well I reckon they put the wrong
lenses in them, my eyesight is worse now, I can�t do without them anymore�.
�Carl, the lab guys know what they�re
doing. It�s very rare that there�s a mix up. I gave them your prescription
myself, but if you�re not happy, maybe call in and have your eyes checked
again, maybe the optician decided just to give you the prism and you didn�t
notice it earlier, he�s very well respected in his field, one of the best, but,
like I said, if you think he made a mistake, go and see him�.
�No, it doesn�t matter, I can see great
with these glasses, maybe my eyes were different that day or something, I don�t
know. You�re right, who am I to question someone who corrects eyesight for a
living. I haven�t got a clue what a prism is anyway, that guy said it�s for
people who�s eyes aren�t straight and the optician did tell me that mine didn�t
focus together properly didn�t he. I took my glasses off to show the guy my
eyes and he said that I looked like I did need a prism correction. I don�t know
how he could tell, do my eyes look straight to you?�
He turned and looked at her and she
realised that he was cross-eyed.
Tingles surged through her body, � Your
eyes are beautiful Carl, I wouldn�t have them any other way�.
Carl dropped the subject after that, but
when he went for his next check up a few months later I made sure he saw
another optician, who told Carl that he did have a prism correction in his
current prescription, explained exactly what a prism did, base in/out/up/down
etc. and told him he now needed a stronger one in his new prescription, as well
as a stronger sphere and a little astigmatism correction.
He accepted this explanation and soon
adapted to his new, stronger glasses.
Carl was now totally dependant.
Bondage time???????????????????????????
