I laid awake deep in thought. Someone was immune to my will inside my fantasy world. It was no longer a place of pure fantasy without consequences; those events now affected the real world even if it was just one girl. Could her immunity explain my fascination with her or was I genuinely infatuated with her. Maybe both. The frustration of not knowing began to get to me so I decided to release some aggression and the best way to do it was with my powers.
An older couple lived below me. Well not old, mid thirties at the most. They acted like they were in their sixties though. They always seemed to look down on me and complain about turning up my music to loud and about making noise when I come home late. They seemed to be so uptight and proper. The wife, Sarah, was the worst. I actually think the husband may be an alright guy but that bitch cut off his balls and placed them in a jar on her nightstand long ago. He always seemed friendlier when she wasn't around. Sarah always dressed rather modestly never showing more than calves and neck. She was the primary complainer; in the whole complex actually. The landlord had even grown tired of her constant complaining and would apologize for having to talk to me after she made a complaint knowing that I wasn't really doing anything wrong, at least not to the extent she claimed. Then again, appearances could be deceiving.
I used my powers and waited a few minutes before my doorbell rang. I got up and answered the door to find Sarah with her arms in front of her and her eyes to the ground wearing a long coat and carrying a bag.
"Hello Master, you willed me here, did you not?"
"Yes I did. I am rather frustrated today, so I decided to take it out on you today."
"I am sorry to hear of your frustration Master, but I am pleased that I can be of some assistance."
"We'll see how you feel later. Now come in here slave!"
"Yes Master." Sarah quickly scurried inside, her eyes never leaving the ground in front of her and sets the bag down at her side. She knew better than to look up without my permission. I move to her and she shudders as I place my hands on her shoulders. I move my hands to the front of her coat to undo the buttons and shed her of it. She stood before me in black, strapped high heels with black stockings. Her miniscule leather skirt did not entirely hide her black crotchless panties from view Her equally miniscule leather bra barely cover her nipples and that was it. They still managed to hold back her impressive D-cup tits. All of this was topped off with a black collar around her neck. This attire was not my doing. I do not have the ability to materialize anything in my fantasy world; she already owned all of this. She revealed to me that she has moonlighted in S&M clubs for years. She was always the dominant one as well, so I decided to make her my sub as a way to get back at her. Little did I know just how much she would come to enjoy it.
Whenever I used her in my fantasy world I would have her remember everything I had done to her in the past in both the real and fantasy world. She would take her punishment willingly for her wrongs in the real world and would desperately try to make it up to me. I was actually surprised that she would take the submissive role so readily. I always made her act as she normally would save for a few commands I would force her to obey. She resisted the submissive role at first until one day when I was whipping her with her own whip and I noticed how dripping wet she was. All I needed to do was run my finger along her pussy and she came hard. After that, I decided to have her remember just how much she liked my discipline and she then became my unquestioning servant.
"Slave, confess your sins to me."
"Master, I repent for what I have done to you. I continue to look down on you whenever I am not in my right mind. I do not give you the respect a man such as yourself deserves. I refused to help you with simple car wash soap when you washed your car last week and forced you take up your valuable time by going to get some yourself."
"So you did have some? Is there more?"
"No more sins sir, but something that you may find pleasing."
"What is that?"
"I watched you wash your truck sir, from my window. I admired your arms when they flexed as you scrubbed to get the dirt off. I shuddered when you took off your shirt after the heat got to you. I admired your ass as you bent down to clean your tires. I masturbated that night to that image and I came. I came harder than I had in months, at least in my other state of mind. Does that please you Master."
"You may look at me Slave." She looked up at me hoping that I would giver her a positive answer. "Why would that please me?" The disappointment was immediately evident in her expression. "You have pleasured yourself to my image after disrespecting me. How do you not consider that a sin? Did I give you permission to think of me while you pleasure yourself."
"No master." She returned her shameful gaze to the floor. "Your slave did not think about it like that and I plead for your forgiveness and ask that you punish me for how I have wronged you."
"Very well, did you bring the necessary tools?"
"Yes Master, I have."
