Chipset--Returning home.

Note from Haxsaw: I take no further credit for the following story idea. The basis for the realistically set Science Fiction piece was drawn by someone with the handle of "Dark Mind." The following returns to the make-believe world of Haxsaw and Francisca. These characters are my most popular.

He had laid a claim form at the hotel lobby. He was handed his keys. As they slid across the counter Haxsaw snatched them up, swinging them like a prize from the county fair.
He was dressed in his heavy, black rubber sandals, dark blue Khaki shorts and a white tee-shirt. It bore the symbol. Beneath were the letterings: DAVAO CITY. DAVWOW! The image was a fruit, one of many chief cash crops The Island grew for export.
As he stepped outside the Howard Johnson Hotel he sensed the crisp air. It was a welcome difference in climate. He had enough of the Tropics... for this time, at least. In the security lot, out back, he started his long, four door Mercury, let it idle then shifted, backed out and left. He had already packed the car with two suitcases and one small carry on he had in tout.
Once at his privately situated home he sighed and relaxed. Twenty two hours flight time was a great deal of stress for an assignment. At least his files at Warpmymind.com would lure in more local girls. He trudged inside his home. He paused at the front door crushed about with a surrounding of tall trees bearing heavy branches. He was home.
She met him. It was Francisca. She was fifty, raven long black haired and thin. She was large breasted and curvy. She was easy on the eyes. She was stern, then seemed to melt in his sight.
"You are exhausted, dear! Come!"
Each tugged in the luggage. Francisca fixed him a cup of brewed coffee. They talked, rapidly, of the trip. As each settled in conversation, it became easy. Haxsaw was on the couch. Francisca neared him, curling up her legs. She nimbly touched his chest and shoulder.
"Last night I needed you so bad, Haxsaw." He turned his head, waiting,. "You know what I mean? I also found something in your closet. Wait!"
Francisca raised from up off the couch. Seeming light in step, she went to his bedroom. Had he asked, she never once slept in his bed, waiting for his return. Haxsaw glanced about his living room. He looked over his book case. He eyed titles to books on religion and business. Francisca rebounded into the living room. She came in, prancing afoot. She acted more like a child. She appeared giddy and anxious. She sat beside, closer. She showed what was in hand. It was a silvery band.
"I know what this does..." she pronounced. Haxsaw was preparing for an explanation of sorts. It was then Francisca made it easy on him. "I know you placed this on me, next thing I know... I am home with you in bed. Oh! Please control me again!"
Her last words were breathless. Apparently she never recalled the time of being coated in Flexi-Steel. Well! He recorded that event at the Warpmymind site. Perhaps a few gentle readers would understand the scope of the Chamber? Of this, so far, Francisca had not a clue. Haxsaw was exhausted and more or less strung out. A second filling in his coffee cup he placed atop an end table. It bore a light fixture, dimly lighting the living room. It was late night, here. Francisca did not seem to mind.
"What?"
"It controls me," she responded.
"Care?"
"Not anymore, Haxsaw. I only trust you now. At my age, you are what is needed!"
He held the silver band. Seemed placing it upon her she left that he officiate.
"Before?" he asked. Francisca shook her head defiantly.
"Not without you to control, even release me. I can't think without you to guide. I would be stuck if you were not here, dear!" Francisca giggled as if caught in a naughty act. She then tilted her head upward. Haxsaw slipped on the silver band.
It went around the crown of her head much as a sweat band could. Francisca cowered a little. She drew nearer to Haxsaw, as if though getting too close would burn. It was to do more than that. Haxsaw casually picked up his coffee cup. He sipped as if ignoring her.
Francisca lay her head on his chest. Haxsaw drained the last of his coffee. He had enough. "Dear girl. I love you so." Francisca responded. She clutched him. They kissed, over and over. Haxsaw's one free hand massaged a breast. Francisca was soon breathing heavily, to his contact. They kissed heavily. After so much time passed... the band kicked in.
He noted she kissed with less passion, then none at all. He sat aright. Francisca was flooded with bits of information. Like an enhanced Globe Broadband Receiver, the band was flooding Francisca with thousands of bits of information. She was mentally stunned. She was now inoperative. Haxsaw, weary and worn, grinned.
"Ah," he said aloud, "I see like a Tatoo Stick the band is picking up signal from The University of Maine mainframe computer's transmission." He waved a hand before Francisca. She stared, dumbly. She lost connectivity with reality.
"Speak!"
"I need you," she replied.
"I love and control you, dear. Sure, at least you can work with the band. How much did you miss me?" Francisca inhaled deeply, then confessed.
"I cried at night, wanting you back. This band," she continued. Her arms were limp and seemingly lacking spirit. She only stared out, occasionally blinking. "This band controls me so." Haxsaw interrupted.
"How is it... to be utterly controlled?" Haxsaw looked over at his coffee cup. He then stared dead eye to Francisca.
"I cannot sit upright. I feel so submissive. Never did you harm me, ever! I am within a dream come true. Oh! My panties are so wet. Take me... I hear and I obey."
Haxsaw was aroused. He gave Francisca orders. He told her undress. She did. Haxsaw told she get on her knees. She did. Her expressionless face was now smiling. It was like she discovered purpose.
Haxsaw stood, unfastening his pants. He spoke.
"I am travel worn. I haven't even washed yet. What of that? What do you think?" He looked down at Francisca as she knelt before him, nude. Her mind was in the twilight.
"Dirty big balls! Yes! Please? I'm begging." Haxsaw smirked.
"Suck!"
Upon his command Francisca wrapped her arms around his buttocks. At this point in the mental gaming, Haxsaw was throbbing stiff.
Haxsaw groaned softly. Francisca sucked, bobbing her head in and out. He could hear her breathing heavily. He was tired and his legs were cramped. He remembered all the flight time, cramped in a jumbo-jet with two floors and two aisles. He recalled the eleventh hour. He remembered wanting to jump. He wanted anything, to be somewhere else. Here he was, home at last. Sure, Francisca was old. She dieted and stayed fit. Her compliance kept him running back to awaiting arms. He faced again her statement, 'hear and obey'."
Haxsaw's knees bent. He cried aloud. It was a sort of triumph in desire. It was an expression of need. Shaking somewhat, he orgasmed five times. The last two times were small bursts of pleasure. Francisca drank it all. She kept sucking, as though wanting more. Haxsaw ordered she stop.
He took her upstairs, carrying towels he snatched from his bedroom. They each showered and came down, after, to sleep. Haxsaw replaced the band. He then left it on, all night. Sure, the mainframe at The University's Nevile Hall would be up and running. It would keep Francisca submissive and molded to the form she desired, most all. As Haxsaw fell against the pillow, looking Francisca over he wondered. More girls would download at the Warpmymind.com site. More girls would be dragged into a submissive spirit. More girls would be used in testing. Would the Howard Hughes Medical Testing Lab one day cut off funding? Would there, instead, be other tests to accomplish? Haxsaw closed his eyes. It was the Chamber. It was always the Chamber!