Ending it

She was standing with some friends of hers, laughing, and as I walked by I heard snippets of their conversation.

They were laughing at me.

She was telling them how she had just played along, how silly it was that I thought I could hypnotize people, how pathetic..

She called out something to me as I walked past, determined to ignore her, barely hearing her as I left that room behind, trying to just get to my car, get away from these people.  I don't recall what it was, but it was cruel, and hurtful, and it cut through the fugue that I was in.

I turned around, and locked eyes with hers.

I've never quite recreated what happened that night, though I've tried, and thought about it endlessly.  It was some perfect storm of factors.  For one, she was a submissive, being a bitch.  She knew she deserved to be punished, wanted to be in fact, even if she hadn't admitted it to herself.  She was herself, quite a good subject, who had just been hypnotized, and was probably still quite suggestible..

And of course.. I lost my temper.

I have one.  Quite a bad one.  One that used to get me into oh so much trouble when I was younger, but I had been working hard to get under control.  But that night, and that girl, and the things she said.. I just snapped.

I looked into her eyes, and felt my temper just.. snap.
I looked deep into her eyes, and watched the mocking laughter freeze in her throat, the humour die, and the fear start to rise.  I watched the thoughts mill about in a sudden frenzy, plain as day in the shadows on her face, her confidence falter, those submissive tendencies rear up unbidden from the back of her mind.

I saw her twitch, as if to look around for her boyfriend, for help, but she couldn't break away from me.

I pinned her, from ten feet away, across a crowded kitchen floor, I pinned her with my eyes, with my anger, with my will.  And she buckled before me.

I heard her laugh die, and then those of the girls around her, who realizing something was wrong turned to look at me.  They giggled nervously, thinking I had overheard, and was angry.. but not really understanding what that meant.

Not yet.

I let the noise die, I let the world fall away.  Until it was just me and her, our eyes, our wills, and nothing else.  Focused intently on the only thing that mattered in that moment.  Each other.  I glared, and watched her wilt.  She couldn't take a step back, but I could see how badly she wanted to, wanted to run, wanted to flee, but I had her snared.

I took a step towards her, and watched her mirror me, stepping back to me.  Slowly, step by step, we met in the middle.  Her struggling, looking as if she wanted to break and run.  Me confidently, striding, purposefully, devouring the space between us with two long confident steps.

I stopped there, looking deep into her eyes from six inches away, feeling her shiver before me, watched her mouth work, as if trying to form words.  Watched her eyelids flutter, as if trying to break away.

But I wouldn't let her.  I held her there.

I broke her there.. On the kitchen floor.

I spoke, quietly, barely above a whisper, barely audible even as close as she was, and watched her eyes widen as she realized what was happening.  I told her how many eyes were on her, and how exciting it was.  I told her how everyone was looking at her, and How turned on that must make her.  I spoke.. and watched her desires change to match my words.

I spoke, for what felt like hours, teasing, tantalizing, spinning a verbal web around her every thought, her every escape, building her higher and higher.  I felt her knees shudder, felt the heat rising off of her, but she couldn't move, couldn't escape me.  I spoke, and she reacted.  I played her, I broke her, like a puppet on my strings.  And oh how she danced...

I probably only spoke for a minute.  Just long enough for those around me to start to wonder.  Just long enough for them to start to look at us, to wonder what was happening.  Just long enough..

I built her up.. I let that incredible fire for being watched, being seen rise and consume her.  Burning through her mind like an inferno, leaving nothing but the desire, the need..  I stoked it, and helped it.. And then I turned away from her, and let it loose.

I'll never forget the sound she made, as her eyes broke away from mine.  This shuddering gasp, taking in air as if she hadn't breathed in weeks.  Her eyes rolling in her head, looking around the room, seeing how everyone was staring at her, looking at her.  And before I could even take one step her hands were flying, tugging, pulling, rubbing.

She collapsed back to the kitchen floor, her shirt torn aside and tiny tits exposed, her skirt hiked up and panties torn apart as her fingers thrust inside of her..

The last time I saw her was as her back arched and she came.. over and over.. in the middle of the crowded kitchen floor as I turned to walk away.

I don't know what happened after that.  They never told me.  But the noises followed me.  Her moans followed me, to my car, and then in my dreams..

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The first two images of a series I'm working on for the collective.  Hope it's interesting

Not one breath

I've stalled on this post for ages.  For a number of reasons.

On the practical, it's hard for me to write.  I like a first person voice, and since I was only indirectly involved in the events to come, it makes it rather difficult.

On the emotional..  It wasn't an easy time for me, and isn't easy to write about.  I just keep putting off trying again I suppose.

But I've stalled enough.. Just go easy on me if it's not up to my usual inconsistent and unreliable standard.

She pulled him in and I stopped breathing.

I looked at her in panic, not sure what was about to happen. I saw Jordan as he looked at me, confused, not sure what I was doing there either. I wanted to melt, to disappear, to just curl up and die, feeling so confused, so out of place.

But Kailen's eyes calmed me down. I wonder now if she had that same.. strange ability I do. That ability to seemingly reach into someones head and pluck out their thoughts. To see what they wanted.

Or maybe I was just that obvious, to everyone except myself.

She gave me this look, and said so much in it. She said it was allright. She said she knew what she was doing. And knew what I needed. To just relax, and let it happen.

I shivered, and she took Jordan's hand and pulled him back to look at her. Tore his eyes off of me, so that I could finally breathe. Turned him about to look her in the eye. Gave me a little smile over his shoulder, and then focused entirely on him.

There were words, a conversation of confusion and leading questions.  I don't recall what was said exactly, so I won't try to reproduce it here.  Suffice to say Jordan was unknowingly lead into a verbal snare, voicing those words that I had drilled deep into Kailen's subconscious..

He started to say something else too. Probably going back to asking Kailen why I was in here. But he was cut off by a moan.

Kailen's back arched, and she leaned into him. He started to ask her what was the matter, but she cut him off with a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss that left him dazed as she broke it with a gasp. She grabbed at his crotch, muttering how she didn't know it would feel like this, about how badly she needed it, and pushed him back onto the bed.

She climbed on top, despite his protests, and started to fumble with his belt.

He resisted, asking what was going on, but she just slid a hand into his jeans, told him to just relax and enjoy himself, and closed his mouth with a kiss.

There was moaning, from both of them, and me.. I don't really remember it all that well.  Things got.. Hot, wet.. Clothes were removed, and things got blurry.  I remember reaching, stretching out an arm.. and then I just couldn't take it anymore.

I got up, and walked out of the room.

Shutting the door behind me was probably one of the most difficult things I had done..

I was shaking, barely able to focus, think, see.. There were tears in my eyes as I walked through the sea of people, back to my car.  Ready to get out of there, to forget it..

Then Lisa got in my way.

I had a thought

Most people reading this know I dabble making little caption pics for the collective.. Think I should post them here first?  It would certainly pad the post count, and give you something to look at between more literate posts...

What do you think?