We walked along the river as the sun was setting. There was no sound but the rushing of the water and the gentle rustling of the wind. I wore a tight black dress, one that hugged my hips and accentuated the curve of my chest. My legs were covered in thigh high boots with sharp, dangerous looking stiletto heels. My lips were painted dark red, matching the color of my eyeshadow, and my hair fell down my back, framing my face.
I took a deep breath, enjoying the crisp air. He still hadn’t held out his arm, and I glanced at him, wondering if I should do it myself. I bit my lip.
We continued to walk along the river, and it was so quiet that I could hear his heart beating. It was slow and steady.
But I was not patient. Deciding to use my abilities a little, I sent the tiniest wave of lust in his direction. Just a trickle.
His heart sped up, and he glanced over at me and pulled my arm through his, placing his hand over mine.
I smiled slightly, and looked ahead. We came to a bridge and stopped, watching the water as it flowed. He let go of my arm and placed his hands on the rail, his eyes never leaving the river.
I leaned against the rail, the wood cold against my stomach.
His hand rested next to mine, our fingers touching, and we stayed that way for a while, just listening.
A few people passed us, and I was glad I wasn’t too far from the apartment yet still unhappy with his distance.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t move.
I moved my hand over his heart, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.
I pressed against him. “Do you not like me?”
He didn’t say anything.
“I am not the kind of person who enjoys being ignored,” I said, annoyed.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark. “You are very beautiful.”
“That does not answer my question,” I said, looking into his eyes.
He turned away. “But to be honest baby, I’m just not that into you.”
I felt his words like a slap across the face, and I took a step back. “Then why are you here?”
He smiled. “Because I could tell you were lonely.”
I glared at him. “Do not patronize me.”
“I’m not,” he said, and turned around, leaning against the rail.
I stepped back, crossing my arms.
Then I decided to send him a strong wave of lust. His face darkened, and I grinned.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. “I err” I could watch as his mind fight against itself, his heart speeding up.
I sent him another wave, and this time he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him, our lips almost touching.
I looked at him, trying to hide the grin that was forming on my face. “Do you like me now?”
“Very much,” he growled, and pressed his lips against mine.
I kissed him back, running my hands down his arms, over his chest, feeling the muscles through his shirt then I pushed him back.
“Good, now let’s go back to my place.”
I grabbed his arm and pulled him after me, and he followed, not saying anything.
All the way back to mine, he didn’t talk. I could feel the desire radiating off of him, and it was making me smile.
As soon as we were inside, he grabbed me, kissing me hard. I could taste the desire, his hands were moving all over my body, his lips pressing against mine, his tongue in my mouth.
“Sit,” I ordered, and pushed him into a chair.
He did as he was told and looked up at me, and I could see the desire in his eyes. I smiled and walked over to him.
I climbed onto his lap, and his hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into me.
I leaned in and kissed him, running my fingers through his hair.
He pulled me closer, his fingers digging into me.
I moved so I was straddling him, and started kissing his neck.
I planned on marking him, making him mine.
“Please,” he begged.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I want you,” he whispered.
I laughed, and ground my hips against his. He groaned.
I sunk my teeth into his neck, and he gasped, his hips bucking against me.
I continued to mark him, sucking and licking his skin.
When I finished, he was panting.
His neck was covered in hickeys, and I admired my handiwork.
But then his eyes began to return to normal, and I could see the confusion in them.
“What’s happening?” He asked.
“You don’t have to worry about anything,” I said, sending him a wave of lust. “You want this.”
“No,” he said. “What’s going on?”
“Dont worry about it,” I said. “Just relax.”
“No,” he said. “Who are you?”
“Relax,” I said, sending him another wave of lust.
He moaned, his hands gripping my hips.
I continued to grind my hips against him as he moaned and whimpered, his hands gripping me tight.
After a few moments, his eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing slowed.
I watched him fight it for a while, but eventually, his mind lost the battle.
His head fell back, and he let out a long sigh.
I leaned forward and kissed him, tasting the lust and desire on his lips.
I could tell his mind was fighting it, but it was no match for my power.
His eyes slowly opened, and he looked at me.
“What are you?” He asked.
“Don’t worry about that, darling,” I said. “You don’t need to know.”
He was breathing heavily, and his heart was pounding.
I sent him another wave of lust, and his hands gripped me tighter, his breathing growing faster.
I grinned.
He looked at me with complete and utter lust, his eyes clouded.
“I’m yours,” he whispered.
I smiled.
His obedience made me happy.
“Good boy,” I said.
He moaned, his hips thrusting upwards.
I grinned and ground down against his hardness, making him groan and gasp.
“You are such a good boy.”
He was panting, his eyes half-closed.
“Are you going to be good?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Will you do as I say?”
“Yes,” he said.
I smiled.
“I want you to be my pet,” I said. “Will you do that for me?”
“Yes, anything” he breathed.
“Good,” I said, and sent him another wave of lust.
His eyes widened, and he groaned.
“Please don’t stop,” he panted.
“Stand,” I demanded.
He stood, and I moved off his lap.
“Now sit,” I said, pointing to the floor.
He sat, and I sat on the couch.
“Now,” I said, “come here.”
He crawled to me, his eyes locked on mine.
I pulled out a small box, and opened it. Inside was a pink collar.
He leaned forward, and I placed the collar around his neck, snapping it closed.
“You will obey me,” I said. “If you disobey me, there will be punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Good,” I said, sending him another powerful wave of lust.
He groaned, and leaned his head back, exposing his neck.
I leaned forward, and placed a kiss on his neck before ruffling his hair.
“Now,” I said, “get down, and get ready to serve me.”
He knelt down, his hands resting on his knees.
“Good boy,” I said.
“I think it’s time you show me how much of a good boy you are,” I said.
He leaned forward, his eyes on mine.
“Do you want to please me?”
“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes wide.
“Good,” I said, sending him another wave of lust.
He groaned again, closing his eyes, his mind reeling.
“Show me how good you are,” I said, grinning.
He began to kiss my feet, his lips moving up my legs, his hands following.
“Good boy,” I said, patting his head.
He kissed my legs, his lips moving over my skin.
I could feel the lust building, and I smiled.
“Serve me well, and you’ll be rewarded,” I said, sending him a wave of lust.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered.
His hands moved up my legs, his lips on my thighs.
I leaned back, and closed my eyes, feeling his touch, the lust building.
“Good boy,” I murmured.
He continued to kiss my legs, his hands moving up, over my hips, his tongue touching the skin of my stomach.
I could feel the pleasure building, and I moaned, my hands reaching down, grabbing his hair.
Then, he stopped.
“No,” I whimpered. “Keep going,” I demanded.
“What am I doing? I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Why are you talking?”
“I don’t want this,” he said.
“Yes you do,” I whispered.
“Stop, I don’t,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.
“Shhhhh, be a good boy,” I cooed, sending him a wave of lust.
His body tensed, and he shuddered.
“I don’t want to,” he mumbled, his body shaking and he began to sweat.
“Shhhhh,” I whispered, sending him another wave of lust, this time stronger.
I reached out and ran a finger along his neck, tracing the collar.
“Looks like we need to make this more permanent,” I said, standing up.
“Please, don’t do this, I’ll do anything,” he pleaded.
“You’re already mine,” I said.
“Please, I’m sorry, just let me go,” he begged.
“Beg for me, pet,” I cooed, sending him a wave of lust.
“Look, you can have money or whatever but please, just let me go,” he pleaded.
“I already have you,” I said, walking back to him.
“What do you want?” He whispered.
“Your obedience,” I cooed.
“And then will you let me go?”
“Yes,” I lied.
“Alright,” he whispered, his eyes filled with fear.
I sent him a wave of lust, and he whimpered.
“Good,” I said, kneeling next to him.
“Please, don’t do this,” he begged.
“Be quiet,” I cooed, “lay down flat on the floor.”
“Okay,” he said, lying down.
“Now, I’m going to make you a very permanent reminder,” I said.
“No,” he whispered, his eyes wide.
“Shhh,” I cooed, sending him another wave of lust. “Relax.”
“Please,” he whimpered, his body trembling.
“Hush,” I said, kneeling over him.
“Please, don’t,” he whispered, tears filling his eyes.
“Hush,” I cooed, running a hand through his hair.
He flinched, and tried to pull away, but my grip tightened, and he stilled.
“Good boy,” I said, taking off his top but no more, leaving him in his trousers and underwear.
“Don’t,” he whispered, tears falling down his cheeks.
“Quiet,” I said.
“Please,” he whimpered, his eyes filled with terror.
“Shhhh,” I said.
With my hand pressing on his chest, his skin began to glow red, and a black tattoo began to form.
It was a collar and a rose, with the name ‘Mistress’ written on the inside, and a tag with a heart.
He whimpered, and his body began to shake.
“Good boy,” I cooed, and finished the mark, removing my hand.
He panted, his eyes filled with fear.
This would make taming him a lot easier now.
“Good boy,” I said.
“Why did you do this to me?” He whispered.
“Because, you are mine,” I said.
“But, why?”
“You are a beautiful man,” I said. “You were born to serve.”
He lay there, his body trembling, his eyes filled with fear.
“Get up,” I commanded.
He stood, his body trembling.
“Undress,” I ordered.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.
“Undress,” I repeated, sending him a wave of lust.
He winced, and slowly took off his trousers and underwear, dropping them to the floor.
“Who do you serve?
“You, Mistress,” he whispered.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Mistress.”
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
He knelt, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.
“Tell me,” I asked, “what do you want more than anything in the world?”
“To serve,” he said, his eyes focused on me.
“Good,” I cooed, running a hand through his hair.
“And like my good boy you won’t be using that little thing anymore.”
He glanced at his groin and looked back up, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
“You don’t need it anymore,” I said, sending him a wave of lust.
He winced, and looked away, his hands on his knees.
“Tell me you love me,” I said.
“I love you, Mistress,” he whispered.
“You may speak, and look at me.”
“Mistress, what have you done to me?”
“I made you mine,” I said. “I have marked you, and now, you are bound to me.”
“You will do as I say, and nothing else,” I said, looking into his eyes.
“I will obey,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
“Good boy,” I cooed, ruffling his hair.
He looked at me, his eyes wide, and slowly, a smile appeared on his face.
“Now, let’s get some sleep,” I said. “We’ll need our energy tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, still staring at me.
“Sleep, pet,” I said, sending him a wave of sleep.
His eyes fluttered closed, and he lay on the floor.
I turned and walked to the bedroom.
Tomorrow promises to be fun.
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