As this involves mind control, this story is obviously fiction and no one was harmed in its creation. However, several thousand electrons WERE seriously inconvenienced.
This is my first story EVER, and I would appreciate some feedback on it.
Hope you all enjoy.
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For the most part, I was just an average kid. That was the way I wanted it. In grade school, I was the bullied, and then I was the bully hang around. Junior high, I was considered to be the bully (I really wasn't, but I know that's how other people saw me), and in high school, I was just there. Hung out with the nerds, the shit-kickers, the stoners, the skaters... pretty much everyone but the preps and the jocks.
After high school, I was off to serve my country for four years in the Marines, after which, it was off to a little college (thank you, Uncle Sam) and then, off to a career. Like I said, normal.
Except I wasn't normal.
Near as I can tell, I was born with the ability to read minds, and after twenty-odd years of exercise, and practice, my talents had blossomed rather nicely into full-blown, comic book style, mind control.
But, I wanted the normal life. So I didn't advertise my talents. Didn't even use them much. At the bar with my friends, I'd use them to pick up on whether that hot chick in the corner with her friends was checking me out, but I would just rely on my own charms (and maybe a little mind reading to find out what she liked), to take her home. Usually.
Truth be told, there wasn't any reason for me to go through all that trouble. I had the power. I could walk into any place, find any woman, tell her to come with me, and we would leave. I know I can do that, I've done it before. Single, involved, married, virgin or celibate, it didn't matter. They had a brain, I could take them. End of story. But I like the challenge. I like to feel normal.
Which brings me to Halloween. And Katie.
Katie was the friend of my friends' wife. And, as luck would have it, my friend was throwing a major bash for Halloween. New house, a full keg, and LOTS of people.
This was a few years ago, right after "that damn cowboy movie" came out, so my costume was a full-on "Brokeback cowboy" regalia (I raided my old mans closet for some duds that were old when HE was MY age!), even had the plastic sheriff's badge and a broken cap gun pistol... it was beautiful. Katie, on the other hand, decided to go with some sort of a vampire/goth something or other. Not exactly her best "come-as-you-AREN'T" attempt, if you catch my meaning. But the dress was skin tight, covering the black stockings and stopping just below the tops of her tall black boots. The dress was sleeveless, but she made up for that with some sheer, spider-web design gloves that went from the back of her hands, all the way up. The neckline was low cut, and if she had been better endowed, would have shown ample cleavage. As it was, she was probably sporting a small B cup, and her close cropped red-ish black hair, and fire engine red lipstick rounded out the picture.
The thing you need to know about Katie, though, is that Katie is a bitch. I don't know why she was such a bitch (I never WANTED to go inside her head), but I assume it had something to do with her being saddled with a kid when she was about 18. But, she was the type that, while she enjoyed the benefits of having a man around, she didn't really like men. Long story short: if you had a dick, and you weren't hot, and you didn't treat her like shit, you could burn, for all she was concerned.
Yeah, Katie was a real bitch. I don't normally go spelunking into peoples minds, but a while back, I just had to know if she was projecting anger at me as a defence, or what. Turns out, she truly just didn't like me. I don't know, maybe it was because I never treated her like a bitch. Seems that's the only type of guy she ever brought around.
Whatever.
As was typical for her, she continued to give me the cold shoulder (at least she was being nice about being a bitch, I guess). Until about halfway through the party, that is. I don't know what happened, and quite frankly, I don't care, but I was just coming out of the master bathroom when Kate storms up to me and slaps me a good one upside my face. Being totally unexpected, she damn near twisted my head halfway around my body, before my neck had anything to say about stopping it.
I sat there in stunned silence for a moment, my rage building up inside.
Another tiny tidbit about me, I have rage issues. I tend to get pissed off easily, I just never act on my anger. I fume, I yell, then I just let it go. Not this time,though. This bitch had pushed me too far this time.
"Ow." I deadpanned.
She replied, "You're a fucking asshole, you know that!" Before turning on her heel and stalking out the bedroom door.
Or, she would have, had she not finally pushed me too far.
It was a simple matter to slam the door in her face. Only slightly more difficult to drain the moisture out of the air and force it into the door, causing it to swell until it wouldn't move, effectively sealing us in.
She turned around, eyes wide in shock, and... fear, I realized. Good. She started to say something, but in two quick steps, I had closed the remaining distance between us, grabbed her by her scrawny neck, and had her pinned to the door, our bodies pressing together.
My voice oozed out from behind teeth clenched so hard, they could have ground diamonds into dust, and my words came out clipped, angry, "That hurt."
The shock had faded by this time, leaving nothing but terror behind. She opened her mouth to scream for help. "Uh-uh" I said. And, with a deft little twisting of mental power, I prevented her from being able to utter a single sound.
"I don't know what brought this on, and I don't care" I said, "but for as long as I have known you, I have been nothing but kind. And this is how you repay that kindness. I wonder how I should reward your actions tonight."
My eyes took her in at that moment. From the low cut neckline, to the hem of her dress. "I think it's time I taught you a lesson. Probably the greatest lesson you will ever learn: Don't fuck with anyone when you don't have the slightest fucking notion of what they can do to you. Do you understand me?" She nodded.
"From this moment on, until I release you from my power, you will act as you normally would, except that you will obey me without question. Do you understand?" Another nod. "Good. Release me." When I had grabbed her and lifted her partly off the ground, her hands shot up and grabbed my wrist. She had been holding on so tight, her knuckles were white. As I issued my command, her grip loosened and her hands dropped to her sides. I, in turn, lowered her completely to the floor.
"I will give you back your voice now, but you will make no attempt to flee this room, or to call for help. From this point on, whenever we are in private, you will address me as Master. Am I clear."
"Yes Master."
"Good. Now then, it seems that we never really had a chance to get to know each other. When was the last time you had sex, slave?"
