Alice and the realm of spirits part 1 of 7.

 

Synopsis:

A neighbor has prepared young Alice’s flat with camera connection so he secretly could see her in her nakedness and privacy. He exploit her believes in the spirit world and slowly by manipulation takes complete control of her mind and body and made her his obedient slave girl. To obey a man is natural for her, but where’s her own will and own decisions.

 

Code: M/f, slavery, obedience, voyeurism, supernatural, romantic, mc/consensual and SLOW

 

Author: Cecilita

 

Published: With permission from Alice.

 

 

 

Hi, I’m Cecilita, but my person is of no interest in this story. We are many girls in different ages in a group in the South of Sweden. We are joint by our feelings submissive, that is why we choose the name SUBLIGAN (Sub-gang) for our group. We met regularly on first Tuesday in the month and then one of us is telling about an event or experience from the last time. Mostly the stories are true, but sometime they are more a wish or a fantasy in a hope to come true. 

I’m chosen to handle the protocol, or more precisely to record and later write down the stories.

That also means that I can’t take credit for the story only the blame for the poor translation.

If you decide to read it you have to live with that. The alternative is that the story would never be told.

 

 

One Tuesday we were temporary out of stories and Alice announced that she had a story, but at the same time she winked at me. It was a so quick wink that I wonder how quick our brain is to perceive small signals. One of the problems in this rapid process is that when we looked our mind in a decipherment it will block out other alternative.

I was unsure if her winking indicated that her coming story not rested on her real experience. I have forgotten to ask her because when she started her story it didn’t felt that important.

 

Alice is a girl in her early twenties. She is around 160 cm (5 ft 3 in) and has a dark hair, which is filled by millions of small curls. So many that her hair looks frizzy, as it lived its on life. The length is just to her shoulders.

She looks like my doll Mary, as I had when I was a little girl and that my mother bought at the shop Boreus in Helsingborg. Her face is baby-sweet with a little nose. Her lips that are just perfect and she has cheeks that you want to bite, even as a girl.

 

From her chin and down every comparison with Mary stops.

 

Alice has a generous bust and promising curves, without of being chubby, but I can imagine her after 15 years being a little Madame in her body if she doesn’t watch for it. But for that scenario she has many years left and now she is just between being thin creeper and a buxom.

 

(In Sweden we have a special word for when something is between, LAGOM = “Just medium and I like it as it is”.)

 

Her voice is high and soprano and has a tendency to give away when she is excited.

 

When she stand in front of us she is dressed in a dark brown pleated skirt, that follows her lines and fit close to her inner thighs when she moves, an autumn brown plain blouse (shirt-waist) in the same hue as high heels (pumps). Her movements are abstemious as she mostly stands still and rather stiff.

 

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To give her story a fair background I have later had an interview with Jimmy. He also admitted and confirmed his part in the manipulation of her. You will quickly understand why I start with Jimmy’s “confession”.

/Cecilita.

 

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** JIMMY**** JIMMY** JIMMY** JIMMY**

 

JIMMY

 

My crime:  I’m not at all proud of what I did, but I’m a man and want to feed my eyes with pictures of beautiful girls to look at and I’m also a person who wants to be (must be) in control of things.

I plead guilty!

 

The flat (apartment) beside of mine in the block of flats (apartment house) has been empty for two months and that was rather unusually because of demand.

 

So it suddenly sprang out in activity in the flat. Different craftsmen started to repaint and repaper in there.

 

Curiously I visit the flat and watch electrician work with their cables and things.

 

They told me that a single, young and good-looking girl was to move in to the flat and they also told me that she was a spiritualist or something similar.

 

In the middle of the wall, facing my flat (apartment) was a big electric tin in the wall. I ask them what it was and they told me that the same family had rented both mine and this flat before my time. That was why the family has had a communication installed between the flats, with microphones and loudspeakers on both sides. The cables went through the common wall.

 

Now the painters (coming Monday) were ordered to repaper the wall and its hollow space.

I had not noticed anything on my side of the wall, but would surely investigate it.

 

It was late Friday and the workman wanted to go home. I was still in the flat and they were in a hurry. There was nothing to steal in the empty flat so they ask of me to lock the door when I went in to my flat.

 

Suddenly I was alone in the empty flat and stood in the room with the tin.

 

The electricians were ready with their work and the painter should put paper over the tin on Monday.

 

The technician in me started to wonder. The factors were:

The tin in the wall, a single girl was to move in to the flat and she was a spiritualist. The last meant that she believed in ghosts and spirits.

In any case was a secret communication between the two flats useful, now or in the future a good thing. In any way nothing negative.

 

I didn’t lock the door but went in to my own flat and opened my tool-box. I didn’t find what I searched for so I went down to my radio store.

 

I have I radio-shop with five employees. They are two male sellers, one girl at the pay-desk and two technicians beside of my self. The shop has a good location and is giving me good money. The girl in the cash-audit has give in her notice. She is moving to another town with her boy-friend. I will miss her and the female company at the firm.

 

Back in the flat I put together supervision equipment, with a new all-around-loudspeaker, web-camera and a microphone. I paste a piece of wall-paper and putty over it all and a bit of sticky tape to protect the lens and the microphone. The camera had an electric motor to steer the zoom.

 

I don’t want to bore you stiff be details, but when I tested it in my computer I got a surprising good picture over the room. I could even read the text in a paper I put on the opposite wall.

 

To divert the painter’s watchfulness I put some putty on other spots on the wall. It must look like someone had prepared for their wall-paper-work.

 

I the rest-time on Saturday and Sunday I tested the sound by putting in a radio and when I tested the loudspeaker I was surprised that I was difficult to determine from where the sound was coming.

 

Monday the painter arrived and I talked to him and he suspected nothing.

Now my only problem was if the girl could put up a painting or a print over the camera lens.  But that was out of my hands.

 

 

**ALICE**ALICE**ALICE**ALICE**ALICE

 

 

ALICE:

 

I broke up with my guy and moved to my first own flat (apartment).

 

It was wonderful to have my own life, even if I missed him from time to time.

 

I was enjoying coming home among my things, have a nice cop of tea and sit in front of the TV, when ever I wanted to. If I felt for a nap I could take it without of having to explain or make apologies.

 

Halle, my boy-friend had been rather dominating, not that I objected, but I didn’t like him being constantly jealous at anyone who had trousers (pants) in my present. As long as he was dominant when we played our little games it was OK, but when he started to steer my life in jealousy he went too far. His jealousy becomes unhealthy for both of us. A little jealousy shows protection and love and ownership, but…  

If he just could be dominant without of being jealous it would be fine.

 

Now I was naked in my flat, with the door locked and I enjoyed my newfound freedom. I love to be naked, it gives me a feeling of closeness to nature beside it tickled my pussy (cunt) in such an erotic way.

 

I was naked in Halle’s flat as often as possible but I worried about him getting tired of my naked body so I started to ration my nudeness.

 

The last three years I had more and more started to believe in a life after this one. With my 22 years as a starting-point I’m thinking that moving ahead will not be in endlessness.

 

The thought of the inescapable death frighten me to death (smile).

 

When I contacted a spiritualist grope I started to get a glimmer of a life after this. It helped me to control my agony of death and it didn’t felt that scaring anymore.

 

I visit several séances and heard voices and shapes from the other world.

Every other believed and so did I. But I also search for technical and logical explanations to what was happening.

 

I register for a course. A well-known medium had a lecture and training for a small group for 1200 SEK (170 dollars) for a week-end.

We sat in form of a circle and on the floor was a big piece if cloth and there were seven candles.

 

She led (lead) us verbally through the ceremony and several of those taking part thought they getting contact. I didn’t get that far, but felt it close, very close, but it vanished.

 

The leader told us that we all had given our voluntary signal to the spirit-world that we wanted to have contact. Most important was that we should not be scared.

 

Was I afraid?

No, I don’t think so.

 

Spiritual world was for me positive and something I must respect.

 

I felt a great respect, but no fear, I think.

Everything was unknown and a little frightening by that. It is always easier to understand things you can touch.

 

Several evenings here locked in my secure flat I tried to conjure up a contact. I sat naked on a stool in my big room and speak up loudly. The thing that I was naked was no deal at all. It was simply so that I was almost naked all the time. 

 

I did exactly as I was taught, both feet on the floor, hands in my thighs, breathe calmly and tried to visualize different part on my body.

 

Suddenly I got a feeling of that I wasn’t alone in the room, somebody was watching me.

 

But that was impossible. The entrance door was locked, twice and the security chain on. I was strictly alone in the flat.

 

But the feeling of being watched was still there. I moved my knees together as a good girl. If something was in the room it couldn’t be anything dangerous.

 

 I wanted to have contact and I had wished it for so long now. If there really was a spirit-world I knew that my mortal dread would disappear. It would be as if the life shifted over to another form.

 

I had absolutely no hurry with my own death.

 

With all this thoughts in my mind I loose my concentration and abort my try to a séance.

 

But I vas now convinced that I wasn’t alone in the room, that somebody watch me. I felt it like a good feeling, there were hopes.

 

I took the telephone and rang my contact person, the woman who had had the séance and our training.

At the ending of the course she had told us to contact her if we had any questions.

 

I told her everything in detail, what I’ve done and how I felt, that I had had the strong feeling of being watched and also that I had had checked the entrée door and it was locked. There was only I in the room. The fact that I was naked was so unimportant so I didn’t even mention it.

 

“It is absolutely terrific! It sounds just like you had your spiritual leader in your room!”

She explained and was happy on my behalf.”

 

I didn’t find it that fabulous, more of a little peculiar. But certainly, she was right!

Most of all I felt thankful for her to not call my feeling in the room in question.

 

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When I had lived in my flat a week or so, something odd happened.

 

I sat naked at my stool and suddenly I heard a dark and dull voice that called:

“Alice! Alice! Do you hear me?”

 

I went stiff and felt it like my heart stopped and rushed to the entrée door to control it. It was locked. I was here alone in my own security and felt a little shame over my impolite rush to the door.

 

I returned and fell on my plaited basket, that I had my crochet-work in and manage to hit my little toe in a leg of my sofa, but it didn’t hurt until later.

 

I sat down on the stool and answer:

 

“Yes, I hear you! Who are you and how do you know my name?”

 

“I’m your spirit leader, so naturally I know your name.”

 

I had tried to locate the direction, but it was heard as if from the centre of the room.  

 

“I have heard about the spirit leader at the course. Are you my spirit leader, Sir?”

 

I felt that a “SIR” was very right in this moment.

 

“Yes I’m and I can lead you in the right direction, if you want me to. Do you want that?”

 

“OH, Yes, please!”

 

“Okay, that’s good. I will be back. Continue to do as you do.”

 

“Yes, Sir!”

 

Then the voice was gone and I didn’t hear from it that evening or night.

 

Every thought I have in my head dance its own dance. I don’t know if it was in dizziness or just the thoughts having difficulty to stand still.  It was so unreal, as in a dream. It must be a dream!

 

In the morning I called the woman again and told her everything.

 

I told her that the entrée door was absolutely locked and the safety chain was on and that I was alone in the flat.

 

I asked her again what she thought.

 

“I’m completely convinced that you have got contact with the spirit world and for that you shall feel auspicious. It is not that many that are chosen. Just keep doing what you do.”

 

That was funny I thought when I had thanked her and finished the call. I didn’t tell her that HE had said just so: “Keep doing what you do!”

 

Now I was also convinced, anyway much more that yesterday. I had got contact with the spirit World. There was no other sensible explanation. I was chosen and I had got a spirit leader, who was going to guide me in my life.

 

I could only follow his advice in security and he could make everything right. JESUS!  This was better than the first prize on LOTTO, better than everything. I was blest! 

 

Next evening I sat naked on the stool in the room after carefully locked the door. I had showered and smelled good as a woman. Of course I wanted to be at my best, but didn’t know really how to do. 

 

With my eyes closed I tried to think on the point in my stomach (solar plexus) and tried to imagine the blue color over my crown.

 

It didn’t even felt ridiculous when I in my naked loneliness asked out in the room:

 

“Are you’re here, Sir?”

 

It was quiet. No answer and I kept thinking of the imaginary hole opening up over my crown, as I’ve learned at the course.

 

“ALICE”

 

“Yes, Sir. It’s nice that you are here!”

 

It was the same voice as before. I heard it in the room, but could not figure out from were. Perhaps it was so that my brain was so locked to my fact that it came from a spirit that it possible not could come from a distinct place in the room.

 

“Yes, ALICE!”

 

“Can you help me with an advice, dear spirit leader, Sir?”

 

I didn’t know how to address this spirit phenomenon, perhaps spirit notability, but I felt a great respect. Like an elevated sensuous respect. And it felt so unreal.

 

“First thing. Where you sleep there is negative forces and pouring. I suggest that you move your bed to the opposite wall. And you will sleep much better.”

 

“Thank you Sir for your advice. Shall I move it now?”

 

“Do so. Then go back to your stool.”

 

I rose and went over to my bed. From where I got my strength I don’t know, but I took hold of the end of the bedstead and pulled the whole bed over to the other wall. I would remake the bed later, so I got my pillow close to the wall.

 

Then I returned to my stool.

 

“It is true Sir, that I have slept badly since I moved in here and I thought I was because of my missing of Halle. I hope it will be better now. Thank you for your advice, dear Sir.”

 

“I will help you gladly, that is why I’m here. I have also noticed that your physical fitness needs to be adjusted. That is why I suggest that you do a little exercise in the morning, before you take a shower and get dressed. Set your alarm clock half an hour earlier.

It is good for your heart.

 

Funny! I had thought of some exercise in the morning, to stretch out my body, but I had not really found the start switch.

 

Now I would do it. Good for my heart. So good than!

 

I must know how to address a spirit leader.

 

“Sir. How should I address you?”

 

“You shall address me exactly as you feel in your heart that you should.”

 

I thought that MASTER was the word that I used when Halle and I played our games and it felt so natural. Perhaps that was what my spirit leader meant, “As I felt in my heart!” Perhaps the word Master was enough. Yes, it had to be Master!

 

“Please Master. Can you see if there is any post for me? I’m unemployed for a time now and I start to run out of money since I left Halle. Everything cost. I would hate to crawl back to him again. I don’t mind him being dominant but I hate his jealousy and it’s growing, as you know. I know that it is short of employments, but in any case, Sir.”

 

I noticed that I was chattering, as I do when I’m highly-strung. I want to say everything at the same time and my thoughts just streams out of my mouth.

 

“I know that you left Halle and that is a good decision. There is another man in your future and he is very close to you. You shall obey him in love. Yes, there’s a work for you. On the road from here to Halle there’s a big radio-shop. You shall go in there and ask them for work. There you will become employed at the cash-desk. Then you will also get close to the man of your heart.

Remember that you will get high pleasure out of it, if you shall obey him in love”

 

He said.

 

So he knew that I liked to obey a man. Now he saw a work for me. To be unemployed had been my big problem since I left Halle and I didn’t want to crawl back to him on the reason of money. It felt so whorish. Not that he would mind. He said: “You will soon crawl back me and that would be crawling naked over my doorsill.”

 

I knew exactly what he meant that I should crawl naked in to his flat to show my complete defeat. And I know that all his revenge for leaving him should hit my pour bottom in strike after strike. And after that he would be a cruel Master, having me at his beck and call and thrown at his mercy.

 

My God, how humiliating! But also nice. I would have no where to turn, just to obey. Funny, just now it didn’t tempt me. A man in the future for me?

Perhaps a new Master, that I would obey in complete trust and love.

 

“Thank you very much, Master!”

 

“I will leave you now. If you need me just do as you have done now.”

 

I remembered. I should sit on my stool, relax and call for him.

 

Naked? Was that a must?

No it had not been a demand from him. I liked to be naked in my flat. Pooh, it doesn’t matter. If I’m in nude, as now, it is not wrong anyway.

 

“Do as you have done”

 

I’ve always got a hard and troubled feeling in my chest when I didn’t know what was right or wrong. To get clear and distinct orders of what to do was always so nice and secured. All anxiety disappears and I can just obey.

 

I remember saying to Halle: “Just tell me what to do and I will switch off my brain and do it. It is so easy life for me.”

 

Now I was in many more steps convinced of my experiences and that there was no other explanation. If there was no other explanation, there was not reason to search for one.

 

Beside of that you must show great respect for those high phenomena.

 

So suddenly a new thought stroke me. When I walked around in the flat He could see me. I must not think that way. He had surely no sexual connection to human sexuality. It was probably only a natural way of view.

 

I liked to think of nudity as a natural thing.  Natural!

The nature showed us what’s natural and that is natural.

 

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If there is pronounced interesting for the rest of the story it will continue, other ways it ends now as it is only a feeler. And I rest my case.

Cecilita