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Power
Halloween 2023
The woman stepped out of the darkness behind Connor as if she were made of it; materializing out of ink and overlooked shadows.
“Connor Fen,” she said in a powerful whisper. “I’ve heard tales of you from my siblings. They say you have power over women. Power a man should not have.”
The man turned to see this beauty dressed in white, made up no doubt for one of the many Halloween parties he’d passed on his way to the alley he found himself in now. He didn’t recognize her, though that could have been the make up. Had he perhaps had her sister in his clutches? Her brother?
“No more power than anyone else.” He shrugged. “If you know the way.”
She stepped forward and raised an eyebrow. The chest she was displaying made his next move clear to him.
“Take you, for example. You could do what I do. You just need to find the right focus. I use this jewel,” he said, lifting a small ruby on a chain from under his shirt. “It’s very easy to carry. Light as a feather. You barely even notice it’s there. Easy to forget. And it shines so nicely in any light. Like now. See how it sparkles off the streetlight? Shimmering flashes of red and white as it spins on its chain?”
The mysterious woman’s eyes were trained on it, trying to solve her mystery.
“Watch how it spins and imagine feeling so light and free. Free to spin and flash and drift and DROP.”
He let the necklace fall back to his chest and her eyes slammed closed.
“Tell me your name,” he commanded as he tucked the gem away.
“Itza,” she replied in a slow monotone.
“Well Itza, I want you to imagine you can still see the jewel spinning in your mind. It’s still there even with your eyes closed. Spinning and flashing. And with each turn and each spark or color, it wipes away more of your will and more of your mind. Until there’s nothing left. Nothing but the jewel and my voice.
"Let the spinning pull you inward. Deeper under my control. I think for you now, Itza. I control you. Say it.”
“You control me.”
“I am your Master.”
“You are my Master.”
“Good now why don’t you show me those tits you’re so proudly displaying.”
She pulled her top down and let her breasts drop out into the open air. Connor nearly gasped. He’d taken many a woman with this ruby but these… They were perfect. Perfect in a way he could hardly articulate. It was as if ever pair he’d ever seen was just a poor attempt to emulate this ideal.
He felt himself staring the same way people stared at the ruby. Enraptured. Enchanted. He watched them rise and fall with her breathing and knew that if he wanted he could let himself fall under their power. But he wouldn’t. Divine as they were, he was the one with the power here.
He shook his head and approached. He felt the. Squeezed them. Sucked on the and shockingly felt warm milk pour into his mouth. Delicious. Addictive.
“You are a marvel, my dear,” he said to her as he pulled away from her breast. “A goddess.”
“Yes, Master. I am a Goddess.”
“A goddess I own,” he reminded her.
“Yes, Master.”
“Make yourself wet for me, Itza.”
She sat on a discarded chair and began to play with herself. She wasn’t wearing panties. Who was this woman who’d chased him down? Makeup aside he knew for a fact he’d never had any of her siblings under his sway. He’d recognize genes this well endowed.
She moaned and sighed as her fingers worked her clit. He pulled out his cock from it’s confines in his pants, harder than he’d ever been in his life. Again he found himself slipping into a quasi-trance as he stroked. Up and down. Up and down. Her finger making small circles he could trace with his eyes.
“Goddess,” he whispered and he shot a load out onto the pavement of the alley. The pleasure again saving him from slipping too far under. No one had ever had this kind of power of him without even trying. And in his mind, he began to understand.
“Hands and knees, Itza. It’s time to become mine.”
He slid into her and the wavy of euphoria was all he needed to confirm his suspicions. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing human could ever feel this good. He pumped in and out of his enslaved goddess and he knew his life was forever changed.
“Beg me to cum inside you. Beg your Master to defile the divine.”
Her moans turned to words as she rambled and shouted. Fuck me. Breed me. Shoot your seed inside me. It was too much for Connor to withstand and soon he was erupting inside her. Her body tensed and shuddered and her face froze in a silent scream of ecstasy.
He pulled from her, his seed seeping out after him. He walked around to her face and commanded her to clean her mess. She took him in her mouth and in almost no time he was cumming again. This time down her throat. She didn’t let a single drop spill.
“Return now to where you came from,” he told her. “You will not be concerned with my power any longer. In fact, you find it incredibly hot how much power I have over the minds of others. Any time you think of my controlling someone. Using the. Fucking the brainless. You’ll get so hot you’ll need to finger yourself to orgasm.”
“Yes, Master.”
The wind blew hard and a flurry of leaves surrounded her. Swirled around her body. And she disappeared.
“A Goddess,” he said to himself with a chuckle. “I hope she keeps in touch.”
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