She doesn't know what to do, so I make some suggestions.

"All my clothes are gone," she exclaimed.

I chuckled at her astute observation, but of course she could not here me still.

She sat with a sigh on the bed.

"All gone. All alone with no clothes." she said, as if stating her position out loud would somehow make it make sense. "What am I going to do?"

I stopped time and retrieved the vibrators she had left dripping in the bathroom sink. When time started again they were in her hands. She looked at them with shock, then sighed as if she half expected it.

"No, I...I shouldn't do that...not again...Got to...got to figure out what to do..." she said.

I stopped time and put the dildos back in her dresser. She gasped at their sudden absence and looked about for them frantically. While she was searching, I explored her house a bit more and found her liquor cabinet. I retrieved a bottle of red wine and a glass. When I returned to her bedroom she had found her dildos. She wasn't using them but she was hugging them like teddy bears. I chuckled again. She was going insane.

I stopped time and turned on the vibrators, then set them between her thighs, just brushing her labia beneath the towel. Then I put a glass of wine in her hand and the bottle on her dresser. When time started she squeaked in surprise at the changes and sloshed a bit of wine on her towel, then she stared in amazement at the glass of wine in her hand.

"Oh thank god!" she exclaimed and drained it in one go. She giggled on the edge of sanity and stroked her clitty beneath the towel and gave the vibrators a squeeze with her thighs.

"Maybe just one more," she said, noticing the bottle on her dresser. She filled the glass and then casually sipped her wine as she gently masturbated, letting the **** and the stroking make the madness I was making of her life seem not so bad. She kept her self-imposed restriction to limit herself to one more glass too. Of course, with me stopping time and refilling that one more glass every few sips, she also managed to finish the whole bottle.

With Natalie pleasantly drunk and on the verge of one more orgasm, I decided it was time to stop the invisible man act. I went back out to her front door and rang her doorbell. I waited. And waited. I started to worry she had fallen down and couldn't get up. But then I hit myself in the forehead, rang the bell again, then took out the watch and sped up time until the door opened.

There was Natalie, one towel still on her head but the other just barely hanging on to her body. She looked back and forth and her flushed face fell. I realized she still thought she was alone.

"Play Time Natalie" I said, breaking the post-hypnotic suggestion that had her not seeing or hearing me. She gasped as I suddenly appeared before her.