Seth and the neighbours
I didn't seek him out, he found me. His name is Seth and I am his servant. Much later, he said that he chose me because of my blue eyes, but he was probably lying. He endowed me with the Power, but I am now his slave.
He started on me with my dreams because that is when the mind is most open and can be probed, tickled, massaged and manipulated. At first, he just watches your dreams, sitting at the back of your mind and eating popcorn as he enjoys the unfolding visions created by your own imagination; usually the twisted replay of earlier events.
He loves this most intimate intrusion and masturbates leisurely, slowly stroking his cock with one hand as he pushes popcorn into his leering mouth with the other. Of course, he can't resist interfering for long and after a few nights of purely voyeuristic delight, he starts.
He uses what I call his amplifier. Watching, wanking and grinning he waits for the right moment and then changes the dream by exaggerating the situation. If the dream is violent, it will become more violent, maybe horrifically so depending on how much amplification he uses. If sexual, it will be twisted and perverted. He doesn't implant scenes; he simply magnifies what then happens in your dream. You adapt the action, exaggerate it, not him.
Any dream can be manipulated, but he knows from long practice just when to nudge up the intensity of whatever is occurring. He loves sex, violence and humiliation and waits for his chance to steer a dream into a nightmare of depravity. The more perverted and extreme the show becomes, as you dream up scenes which are a gross violation of acceptable behaviour, the more his grin widens and his hand quickens on his thick prick as he leans back watching, an obscene intruder in your head.
These dreams become so extreme, it is not unusual to wake up in a sweat, nursing a full, hard erection remembering the dreadful scenes which you have not only witnessed, but in which you have played the main part. You will have been either the perpetrator or the victim. There are always victims in these increasingly violent and pornographic dreams.
After months of the violent dreams, if he thinks you are worthy, Seth plants the germ of something I call the Power in your subconscious where it festers and grows. I don't know what the Power is, but I know how to use it.
There are three levels at which the Power can be deployed and it is done by projecting a surge of energy towards victims.
Level 1.
Hold the surge for the count of one and although they may feel a momentary giddiness, they don't know they are under the Power. You have them though and in their dealings with you, they will feel confused, inferior and very suggestible. With girls and women, their IQ drops noticeably. They want to please you without knowing why, but they can still say no.
Level 2.
Hold it for two and while they really feel nothing but a surge run through them, afterwards they will believe everything you tell them and do whatever you say without question and without it seeming strange.
Level 3.
Hold it for three and they feel total terror as their free will is taken over by the Power. They become your playthings and are painfully aware that they are in a state of abject subjugation. They will go to any lengths to please and satisfy their Master for fear of suffering an unknown, but dreadful, punishment. At this level, they will even feel what you tell them they feel.
Seth gets you to practice using the Power in dreams and daydreams first before he lets you use it in real life. Let me illustrate with an example.
Chapter 1. Susan and James.
When doorbell rang, I knew it would be our neighbours Susan and James coming round to agree and book the hotel for our forthcoming trip to Germany.
My lovely wife Carol beat me to the front door and invited them in from the light rain shower, greeting them gushingly and seeking a somewhat incongruous kiss on both cheeks from James. I knew that she only did it to be friendly, but it looked somewhat theatrical. I laughed to myself as I watched her arse jut out as she leant forward and I pictured it naked and trembling, spanked to a rosy red with a banana up it.
I welcomed our guests with a firm handshake for James and a soft lingering kiss on Susan's cheek, with one hand just a bit too low on her plump hip which I caressed lightly while, with the other round her waist, I pulled her on to me so she could feel my swollen semi sandwiched against her fat belly.
Since Seth had granted me the Power, I had been working on Susan while she was under Level 1 and anxious to please me. I had to be careful and not too obvious both because there were limits to how cooperative she would be under the lowest level of control and I did not want to alert Carol, James or anyone else...yet.
I knew that she would be sensitive to my handling her a little too familiarly, but that she would enjoy my attention. We had developed a joke about moistness and she knew we were not talking about the weather when I asked innocently whether she got wet coming over. She said "No, but it might get wetter later," and smiled, loving our secret code.
She was wearing a loose jumper to disguise her large tits and a knee length straight denim skirt which strained across her generous thighs. She had not dressed up because she and James had only popped round for a chat about the holiday.
I checked her legs and noted that she had on tights (almost certainly not stockings even though she had worn them routinely as a young nurse many years ago) and flat slip-on shoes. Carol had on jeans as did I. James was sporting chinos and deck shoes with the usual stupid white socks.
He kept pretty quiet as the girls prattled on about the holiday we had planned, just smiling and nodding from time to time. James is not the quickest of wits, but he is amiable enough and I had a feeling that he had a bigger than average cock. Time would tell.
I was excited because I had been planning what to do with them once they were all fully under the Power. I looked at Susan's large lined face and thought as I smiled, if you only knew!
Reaching deep within, I summoned up the Power at level 2. I felt the energy course through me and they stopped talking as I broadcast this message to all three of them "OBEY................. everything will seem perfectly normal and great fun." They would of course have no choice.
Almost immediately the chatter recommenced, but I raised my hand and they fell silent again. My first words were "Susan, my hefty little darling, why don't you take off those fucking tights. Your cunt must be sweating hot and gasping in there. Let it breathe lover, let it fucking breathe."
She paused for just a second and the other two also took a split second to recalibrate their normal reactions as the Power took over.
She then said "Ohh you are so naughty Ian but, actually I would like to if you don't mind. I do feel hot down there for some reason."
Carol seemed very keen too and James nodded enthusiastically, obviously excited about his wife giving her cunt an airing. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud.
With that, still standing in the hall, Susan wriggled as she pulled up the tight denim skirt until it bunched around her thick waist. With James holding her elbow to steady her, she pushed and pulled her tights down over her black, sensible pants and over her chubby pale thighs to her ankles when she kicked them off.
"Well give it a proper airing Susan it must still be suffocating. Pull down those pants too, right this minute."
She acted as if my lewd suggestion was great fun and whispered "ok."
Reaching down with both hands, she pulled them down to the tops of her thighs to reveal a dark hairy triangle which reached right up her full soft tummy almost to her belly button. She was so hairy you could hardly see anything of her cunt, but the gusset of her black pants was visibly stained and glistened.
"Here," I said helpfully "give them to me."