Sitting there in the kitchen I began contemplating my new power. It seemed I could >think< commands, speak commands, or speak normally.
I had had sweet Cynthia. And Brigitte’s kitchen blowjob was interesting.
Then an idea hit me, this is my birthday present!
I thought of Smeigol. That strange little guy.
“My birthday present.”…
“ What are you doing! why haven’t you left for school?” Said the beautiful witch Ms. Sorenson as she flew into the room.
“Um, because it’s summer?”
“You think that’s funny? How about getting a god damned job!”
“>you need to CALM down, come sit here at the table<”
She almost tripped, must be the high heels. Although she was graceful and pretty enough to wear high heels the sound of them clacking across the floor stirred up bad memories for me. Mrs. Sorenson straightened herself and smoothed her form fitting business suit. She sat at the table with a tired demeanor.
“This whole ‘job’ business causes so much stress in this house >call your work and tell them you quit, as soon as they understand you, hang up and return to me for further instructions<..>oh and take off those high heels!<”
She got up to leave the room, but I said “>hey witch go ahead and use the kitchen phone<”
“What did you call me?” She demanded.
I corrected her
“You know your speaking manner is rough, uh, abrasive >You need to speak more prettily and sensually to me, because you know I am the only man you are attracted to and your great hope is to be my wife, my slut and my slave!<”
A strange confused look troubled her eyes but her cheeks blushed then paled. When she finished the phone call she returned and stood by the table.
“What the fuck are we going to do for money you little shit?” This sounded so interesting because she was compelled by my command to say it in a seductive way. Interesting. I had already spent my cock twice this morning but it was arising yet again.
“>you have a philosophy which compels you to believe that all will be right with the world so long as I am happy…Satisfied. Therefore you understand, for the first time in your life, that we have plenty of money because I am rich<”
“> so tell me how you feel about swimsuits<” To this I added the mental command.
>beg your adopted son to fuck you in the ass!<
“It is proper for me to wear a one piece but I think I would look more sexy in one of those new bikinis, and …and …what the fuck? please, son fuck my ass?”
I was getting really hard now, my shorts could not hide the strain.
>get down on your hands and knees! beg him to fuck your ass hard! Call him Master! Gaze up at him obediently! Put your hands together as if praying to him! Your arousal and desperation are rapidly increasing<
Mine too.
She eased down onto her knees.
“Please, oh god… fuck my ass hard. You are (gulp!) my Master. This, this is so messed up.”
>Keep begging until he cums in your ass! you WANT him to cum in your ass! Offer to be his slut! You need him to love you, when he loves you you will be complete. Being his slave is your only chance!<
Without realizing how I got there I was standing on my feet in front of my new slave. My maniac cock was pushing my shorts close to her face.
“Please, oh god, oh god. I will be yours, your slut.” She murmured. Needed more practice at begging, though the effects are undeniable.
“you want to be my slut?” I asked as I stripped.
“no… oh god, yes, I need you to treat me like a slut.” She was gazing at me with tears in her eyes.
“>Get up! Get against the fucking fridge! Pull your panties down and your skirt up, you bitch!<”
She moved quickly to the fridge. After a moment of intense impatience she finished struggling with her clothes. I prowled in behind her. With great eagerness I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and her hip with the other. Knowing that my pelvis and gut were in place holding her skirt up she let it go and put her hands on the fridge one across the other in a gesture of bondage. She rested the side of her face next to her hands and waited for me.
>When his huge cock enters your ass you will have an intense orgasm. Everything he does or says to you during sex gives fills you with Euphoria.<
I rammed my cock into her tight asshole, her amazing soft ass against my skin. She orgasmed, writhing around on my cock and breathing in gasps. I only lasted a few more strokes and blew my load into her deserving ass.
I sent her not words but the sensation of my intense orgasm. The alien endorphans elicited a moan and an intoxicated laugh from her slight mouth. I laughed with my new power.
I felt her muscles pushing my cum back towards the tip of my penis.
I pulled it out of her. Then as I leaned against her, her against the fridge, I heard footfalls in the hall, footfalls so delicate that I knew faster then I could possibly move that it was Cynthia headed this way.
“Oh! oh honey don’t come in here, I just broke a fucking glass everywhere.”
The witch offered without moving, faint but obvious panic in her voice.
Silence. Was Cynthia already in the doorway? |