Trials
by me-chan
Disclaimer: Not to be read by anyone under age 18 or those offended by mind control and domination. Constructive criticism welcome. Any feedback you’d like to leave, contact me at Launch517@yahoo.com. Enjoy.
Entry 3/Trial 1/The Revelation
(Technically, the introductions to me and jeremy came are really more like entry 3 and 4, but it’s better to give fuller context before the special find).
I’m calling this trial #1 because it was officially when I pinpointed this special find. An hour after it first happened, given time to let the pain of the book pass, I’d went about trying to retrace my steps. My hypothesis and hope going into this was first and foremost that what happened could be explained. The telekinesis spell was such a common thing, and so easy to learn I could’ve mastered it in my sleep. But I’d never felt or witnessed anything like what I somehow did.
I looked up every spell I could find that had to do with summoning an object, to no avail. I stood in the exact same place as before, placing the book back where it was, and varied my attempts at forcing it at the speed it came before. Nothing. I cast an extra-awareness spell to make sure that a trick wasn’t being played on me somehow. Nothing again. jeremy whined off in a corner as he was still thirsty for my juices. I approached him at first to smack him for interrupting me, and to vent some frustration. But then I remembered he was very close by when it happened.
My tactic of dealing with jeremy changed. He cringed a little, seeing my approach as malicious. He wasn’t expecting a tender caress across his face, or down his neck and chest, reaching all the way back to grab his ass and squeeze his left cheek the way he loves while whispering to him. He loves it because there’s a tattoo on that cheek of a Hanzi (The Chinese word for Chinese characters), 催眠的 “cui mian de,” meaning “hypnotized.” It’s something I reserve for long-term or permanent slaves, or the tattoo artist couple I know that don’t know they’re under my spell, who tattooed one another with “cui mian de” (pronounced “tsway me-an duh”) and ready to do pro-bono for me whenever. They especially loved tattooing 催眠師 “cui mian shi” (tsway me-an sure) on the back of my left hand, meaning “hypnotist”. All three bend the knee quickly to be able to kiss that. Squeezing jeremy’s cheek, or saying any variation of 催眠 “cui mian” (meaning “hypnosis”) to him instantly takes him into a deep trance, so I hit him with a double whammy, probing for what he remembers about that pivotal moment.
It seemed innocuous to him that he recalled the same information as me more or less. Unhelpful as that was, I woke him, bearing a sweet smile he beamed at. It made it all the sweeter for me, seeing the look on his face morph as I roughly gripped his collar and dragged him back to the middle of the room for his insolence. He was still scared of me, but the sight of my naked pussy was too inviting to him. Risking pain for pleasure, he went at me again, the same way he did before, but hungrier. Remembering how it happened before, I just let go to what he was doing to me. I reached my hand out for the book again, but my hand remembered the pain from before and recoiled. I decided to take a safer detour in the experiment and conjure a levitation spell instead.
Thighs squeezed his head in response to his skilled tongue while he wrapped his arms around my legs, as an expected light and airy feel came over me. I was so lost in bliss that it hadn’t occurred to me that I might leave jeremy on the ground when I floated above. But I was lost enough that it barely registered in my head that my face hit the high ceiling in my apartment when I looked up. Even more surprising was that I was supporting jeremy’s weight as it happened. I wish I’d gotten this on video to see him still trapped between me, legs dangling off the ground, as I’d floated higher than I’d ever bothered trying, without even trying. It would’ve been dangerous, but funny to see his body get hung like an execution with his neck wrapped up in my legs, but his instincts were smart enough to hold himself up with hands on my thighs.
jeremy could tell I was close to cumming, and as per my programming of him, he was to finish me off spectacularly, making me feel like a million bucks all the way to the end. He did just that as the spell endured, and we ended up exiting the room we started without one foot set on the floor. I can’t imagine the possibly dangerous tumble we could’ve taken falling after I came off my high, but something in me was aware of the danger, probably having the pain of the book still fresh to my nerves. With what felt like more tangible control, we landed more or less gracefully after having travelled vertically, then horizontally through the apartment. As soon as I was in a position to, I scribbled down all the observations and results on a napkin, saving it to properly record the information in you, Gretel. It was two nights ago that this happened, and I can only conclude that this will be the beginning of a fantastic journey. And if the destination is at all what my black, sex-crazed heart thinks it could be, I’ll need to work on my evil laugh; between you and me, it sucks something awful (glad Elphaba isn’t real, or she’d kick my ass for making evil witches look bad).