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"Take out your contacts!"

"What?"

"Do as you are told, I have some new ones for you.

Simon dutifully switched the contacts, put the heavy glasses back on, and blinked a few times. These were wrong.

"I'm sorry darling, you must have picked up the wrong strength, I can't quite focus with these."

"That's right" she said, grinning "They're stronger than the others, they actually leave you a little nearsighted. It's not much, you need to be able to function, but you'll have to squint a bit. No cheating!"

Simon wasn't too sure about this. It wasn't terribly blurred, just enough to make watching TV awkward, and he had to peer in to make out words and details. When he went out later it was a little more awkward. Signs in shop windows were blurred and he wasn't too sure of faces until he got a little closer. He managed OK, but it was a strange experience. Consequently he didn't get too much done, and by mid-afternoon he was quite exhausted from the extra walking involved! He sat down on a wall by a flower garden, and after a short while he was joined by a stunning oriental girl in a red dress. She smiled at him several times, and then moved a little closer.

"Hi" said Simon, inadvertantly squinting at her to get a better look.

"Wow, you have really bad eyes, do you do things by feel?"

He wasn't quite sure how to answer this. She had her head on one side and was grinning widely. His mother had warned him about women like that.

"Most people think my glasses are ugly....." he was testing the water.

"I think they're cool. Do you wear them in bed?"

This was unbelieveable. A total stranger was seducing him in the street. And man she was GORGEOUS. She had the cutest smile........his pants suddenly felt way too tight. Hoping she wasn't carrying a disease, or expecting payment, he offered his hand to her and said

"Maybe we should go somewhere."

She led him across the road and up a flight of stairs into a tiny, but spotlessly clean two-room apartment. On the balcony was a futon with a sheet thrown over it, she sat down on it and patted beside her, but he froze and stayed where he was. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Undeterred, she unzipped his pants and pulled them to the floor.

"Oh my God you have such a big one!"

This was too much, just too much. She grabbed his penis hard and Simon thought he would explode. Maybe when Imogen had made the "so thick" comment she really was referring to his member and not just his glasses.

"I-I-think it's just a regular one" he said nervously.

"Well, that's just because you can't see it properly" she said, "but please I want that inside me, now!"

Not wishing to argue, Simon lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and thrust it into her with great ease and pleasure.

"What's your name?" she asked breathlessly as he worked his way in and out.

"My name...is...Simon" he replied with some difficulty.

"Oh you are so huge, and so beautiful Simon...............

Afterwards, she stroked his hair.

"How did you get such bad eyes Simon?"

She was a stranger, totally outside his circle, he could tell her truth, it was of no consequence.

"Actually I have normal eyes, I wear strong contact lenses under these so I can see."

Quickly she pulled off his glasses to see for herself, and she laughed.

"Yes I see them! I can do better than that for you!"

Popping the contacts out quickly, she laid his head back on a pillow and told him to take a deep breath. He felt an odd pricking sensation in his head, but not unpleasant. She was fussing over him, muttering something in an oriental language.

"What are you doing?" he asked, beginning to worry.

"Shh, don't speak Simon, it'll soon be over, just a little magic of the orient. Back in the days of my ancestors poor people couldn't buy glasses. We found other ways to make their eyes better! You'll see! Not quite Witchcraft Simon, not quite!"

The next thing he knew he we sitting in her arms, with his glasses on, and she was giving him a drink of water.

"It's OK, you passed out, all over now. You'll be fine. All done!"

"What's all done?"

"You can go home now Simon, come back and see me! Don't forget me!"

She ushered him out the door. He was disoriented and disappointed. What had that been all about? Did he dream it? He began to walk home, and then remembered - Alana had given him contacts that left him in a slight blur. Now he could see perfectly. Then he blinked a few times and it didn't feel right. He couldn't feel his thick contacts at all, like he usually could.

Arriving home he ran to the bathroom mirror. Nope, no contacts. Taking his glasses off he discovered to his horror (but not total surprise) that he could see a total blur, just as he used to have with the strong contacts in. The oriental girl had...somehow...made him nearsighted. VERY nearsighted. There were little tiny blobs of blood in his hair. Acupuncture? Made no sense. Witchcraft? She had laughingly said that. Now what did he do? Was it permanent? How would he explain this to Alana?

He had some time before she came home, but his mind was doing somersaults. He couldn't really go to a doctor...........and that was the thought that had stopped him in his tracks. All this time he had been playing the part of a high myope, pretending. Loving it. Finding it fun, even erotic. But now.....now he wasn't quite so sure.

Half-expecting, maybe hoping that whatever she had done to him would wear off, he decided to stall for time. He didn't say a word to Alana, pretending to still be squinting in his too strong contacts. She was used to him sleeping in his contacts, at her request, so she could enjoy him helpless and "blind" early in the morning before she went to work. After she had left Simon found, by putting his glasses on, and seeing perfectly, that nothing had changed. He decided it may be permanent, all he could do was seek out the "Witch".

He walked very fast to her apartment, but found the door wide open, and the place empty. Neighbours had no idea who he was talking about. The situation was absurd, like something off a strange European movie. He went home, sat down on his bed, and screamed "FUCK!".

Well, obviously he had to tell Alana. He would just tell her the truth, she wouldn't believe him anyway.

And she didn't. But she wasn't angry, she just laughed.

"A Chinese Witch? I don't think there is any such thing! But whatever, let me look."

Carefully she examined his eyes. No contacts. And it was obvious he couldn't see very much, just by looking at him. He couldn't even begin to focus. But there were no marks, no redness, nothing to indicate anything that could have done this. She placed his glasses back on, and he looked at her like a lost dog.

"I don't know how this happened Simon, I don't really care. All I know is I'm so incredibly happy. I can't.....I can't begin to tell you. It's real! It's really real! Oh my God that's so fantastic? Do you realize that? You REALLY are incredibly nearsighted now, it's just amazing!"

Then she stopped and looked at his face. He didn't look so happy.

"It's OK Simon, really, it's a good thing."

He said nothing.

"Look, what's the difference? For six months you've been used to wearing these glasses, that hasn't changed, just that now you don't have the discomfort of contact lenses anymore."

He still said nothing. He took off his glasses and aimed his face at her, he could make out a dark fuzzy shape. His eyes looked fantastic unfocussed like that. She wanted him badly, but she waited.

"I think I just need to get used to the idea" he said.

She put them back on him, and said

"I prefer you like this."

He walked out and into the bathroom.

Alana didn't understand it. It was all messed up. Finally she got what she wanted, her perfect man, and REALLY myopic, and he wasn't happy.

Simon looked in the mirror. He remembered the morning he'd been turned on by the reflection of his own glasses. Now he examined them closely, the strong lenses protruding from the frames on the inside and outside. The magnificent set of power rings, the awesome cut-in effect at the side of his face. He felt the sheer weight on his nose. Alana watched him from the hallway, getting very turned on watching him run his finger down the side of the thick lenses.

"I love it when you do that. I love it when you touch your glasses."

Simon smiled. He hadn't noticed, but she had undressed. Now she stood behind him, her large breasts competing for dominance in the mirror with his glasses. She pressed them into his back, and reached around to touch him through his jeans. He turned around to face her, and she looked up at him longingly.

"You're all I ever wanted" she said.

They returned to the bedroom, and at her request Simon undressed. He was in her control again, the familiar place. Was it all he ever wanted too?

"Tell me honestly Alana, do I have a bigger than average..........

"It's huge Simon, surely you knew?" she smiled kindly

"It's one reason I took a chance on you in the beginning. I could always tell, even when you were younger, and you'd get a hard-on when I was around, that you had LOTS to offer me. When I saw it.....felt it......that's when I was sure I wanted you to come away with me. But it's not enough, you know that? Lots of men are well-hung. But few were willing to do what you did for me, with the glasses, and now, oh now!................."

Alana kissed her two favorite parts of Simon.

"I want these two to have a common bond" she smiled, "When someone talks about your glasses, when I touch your glasses, heck when you as much as THINK about your glasses, I want you to get very hard, very fast. And to make sure that happens, I'm going to do the reverse of aversion therapy on you. You see, a fetish can be taught, it can be deliberately created."

At this point he was past caring what she planned on doing, but what she did was to be repeated, as his "therapy" over and over many times.......

Alana found a way of synchronizing her hip and hand movements as she made love to him, so that she played with his glasses with the same rhythm. Then she would take them away from him as he started to climax and only replasce them exactly as he ejaculated. Somewhere deep in his subconcious he would associate his glasses with pleasure. It was a great plan. And it worked.