The Power to Dominate

I dreamed. I saw myself sitting on a intricately ornamented throne positioned at the end of a large room. I looked around. The room was filled with beautiful women, all of them naked and on their knees. The all looked at me with a gaze drowning of worship and adoration. I was their master and they lived to serve me. I held out a golden goblet and immediately a beauty rose to fill it with wine. It was Melara. She gave me her smile that could melt steel.

I felt something between my legs. My gaze went down. There was another woman, eagerly sucking my cock. Damn, that felt good.

I reached down to brush back her black hair so that I could see her face. Suddenly, her jaw clenched down on my rod.

Pain flooded my body, blood ran down my thighs until there was only a feeling of humid warmth.

I woke up. Mel, my slave, had fallen asleep with my dick still in her mouth. She sure would have looked innocent, if it weren't for that minor detail.

I pushed her head back, careful not to wake her up and retreated from her mouth. The sudden cold caught me by surprise. I picked her up and carried her to bed. It was already dark outside but I didn't really feel tired after my nap.

I wrapped her in a blanket and looked at her. Did she know that she had a permanent frown while asleep?

I grabbed my jacket and headed down the stairs. I needed to get some fresh air. That dream had really disturbed me.

I strolled through the empty streets near my apartment complex. A freezing breeze was blowing through the alleys.

I wandered around aimlessly for a bit until I found myself on a small square. Ever since the incident with my now-slave, I had felt a certain something pulse through my body.

Additionally, there was also a particular hunger that had surfaced quite often in the last 48 hours. I really should talk to Mel about that.

It just felt so good. It was like old, shy pushover Matt was just a shell and my true self just broke out of it. The rush just made me feel so alive and... dominant.

Thinking about it felt weird. A few days ago I could've only dreamed to receive the unpaid touch of a woman and now I was completely fine with the idea of owning a person as a slave. Seems like this power-charged energy inside of me had really altered the way I thought and felt.

And right now I felt damn good.

"Stop there, asshole! Don't turn around! I have a knife!"

Aaand my good luck had already run out. A sharp voice, definitely belonging to a woman, had interrupted me in my thoughts. Well, the joke was on her, since I didn't really have anything worth robbing on me, except for a 10 year old jacket and some worn out shoes.

I don't know what I was thinking but I immediately turned around. And she wasn't lying, she really had a knife. Also, I couldn't help but notice that she was also quite petite for a scary mugger. The girl was around my age, had shoulder long, dirty, black hair and a face that I'd without a doubt remember at the police station.

Furthermore, I now realized that my impulses had gotten me into quite the situation. My legs started shaking. Seems like old Matt was back now.

I apologetically raised my hands and spoke with quivering voice.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Please don't hurt me." I am pretty sure that at this point I was close to crying like a toddler.

But I wasn't the only one taken by surprise by my actions. The girl definitely didn't expect her victim to be so incredibly stupid and was clearly considering considering her next course of action.

We continued out awkward standoff for about 10 seconds, when she started to come closer. I immediately stepped backwards until I felt my back touching a wall.

Now, there was no room for escape. She held the knife against me throat, still pondering what to do with me now. Her other hand was quickly rummaging through my pockets, checking if there was anything worth stealing.

Almost ironic how I had ended up in the same situation twice in two days. Only that this woman probably wouldn't have the kindness of using magic that I could throw back at her.

And I was just standing there, frozen to a pillar of salt, waiting for her to wrap this up. At least it was a good run in the end.

I decided to spend my last minutes of life to again look at the girl. It was pretty clear that she was in an even worse spot in life than me. She probably hadn't had anything to eat in a while and judging from her smell, I doubted that she had someplace to stay.

She looked up at me. Seems like she was finished with her search. She took a deep breath. Tears were forming in her eyes.

But I didn't want to wait for her to make up her mind. I started one last, pathetic struggle for my life. I had finally been lucky and I did not want to die like a wimp. I managed to grab the arm holding the knife but she somehow was way stronger than me. I probably should have worked out more often.

It was clear that I didn't stand a chance in this fight. She had almost wrestled herself free from my grip, when I started to feel something.

An intense feeling of desperation, hunger and frustration traveled from her arm into my hand. It mixed with fear and loneliness. The stimuli grew stronger and stronger and so did the connection with her.

I felt her opposition to my grip weaken slightly, though by far not enough for me to overwhelm her.

"Please, don't kill me!" I pleaded.

"I didn't plan on harming you...", she seemed absent-minded. She spoke slow and in a drawn out voice. Seems like I had somehow conjured my magic. I had to use this chance, although it seemed she wouldn't have hurt me anyways.

"You can trust me. You don't want to do me any harm." I emphasized my words, speaking slow and as calming as possible with my shaky voice. I felt her relax under my grasp. "Now, leave. You don't hold and grudge against me and you won't question me using magic. Just imagine that I was too nice to rob."

I slowly let go of her wrist. Without a word she turned around and stormed off. I let out a long sigh. That could've gotten really uncomfortable. And I definitely had to head home now.

As I was headed home, the adrenaline was slowly wearing off and replaced by a feeling of strong... excitement?

I felt great at the thought of almost being stabbed. And the closer I got to home the more energized I felt.

Maybe I should've enslaved her as well while I had the chance? The hunger burning inside of me was growing at a tremendous rate. I used magic. I was powerful beyond imagination.

I sprinted up the stairs. I needed to see my slave now. With a loud shriek I slammed the door open.

With sleepy eyes Mel arrived from the bedroom. I savored her slender figure with my eyes.

"Get on the bed!" My demanding tone took her - and me - by surprise. With a seductive lick and a wide grin she laid down on the mattress.

A second later, I was above her. Without a need for words, she grabbed my pants and yanked them down together with my underwear, exposing my erect cock, only waiting to take my slave.

Her hoodie was soon to follow. Finally, I ripped of her pants and got the perfect view on her rosy pussy that already had her love juice dripping from it.

"Take what is yours, master. Fuck me, please!" Mel begged.

Without any need for foreplay I thrust my shaft into her awaiting honey pot. Her hot walls were wrapping around my cock. I didn't even take my time to pick up the pace. With fast motions I pounded her little cunt, spreading her legs apart while I roughly took her missionary.

"hmm, it feels so good, master! Please don't stop!"

Her cries of pleasure only increased my excitement, causing me to go even faster. In return she clenched even harder around my dick. I wasn't going to last much longer.

I reached for her breasts and groped them hard. And then the rising pressure became unbearable. With an undignified groan, I shot my load into her awaiting pussy. Simultaneously, her body stiffened and under loud moans of pleasure, she found release as well.

I collapsed onto her. She caught me and pulled me into a loving hug. We just laid there for a couple of minute, my head on her breasts and my dick still resting in her. Just two sweaty bodies that had almost become one.

Eventually pulled me in even closer and whispered:

"I can feel that you have grown more powerful, master. Did you use your magic?"

Seems like the connection between us was stronger than expected. I sat up and stroked her smooth, blonde hair. She melted under my touch.

"Yes, I did. A woman tried to rob me but with my magic I was able to fend her off." I shuddered at how lucky I had been.

Her expression turned from seductive to worried. "Oh my poor master, I am sure that she didn't stand a chance against you. Did you crush and make her yours just like me? Or wasn't she to your liking?" Her hands wandered tenderly over my upper body.

"I can't just go around and enslave people, Mel." She slightly tilted her head.

"Why not? Your power is yours to use as you please." She pressed her head against my chest and looked up at me with a gaze of pure submission. "If you want something, take it!" I kissed her passionately. The idea of walking around and enslaving people was absurd but in a strange way it intrigued me. I remembered my dream. The might and authority that I had felt. I entertained the idea for a bit, while I shoved my tongue into my slave's mouth.

But then my moral compass kicked in. Enslaving Mel was an accident. Forcing to obey me wasn't really a valid option. Also, it would raise too many questions. I stopped kissing Mel and took a moment to appreciate her beauty. I think I already had everything I needed for now. But it couldn't hurt to get a little more in touch with my gift. As if she had been reading my thoughts (which I didn't think was entirely impossible at this point), Mel spoke up again:

"Since you have grown stronger some of my knowledge and magic has returned. I can teach you some basics on how to improve your power. And I would loooove to teach my master everything I know..." She seductively licked her lips.

"Sounds like a good idea. Now also seems like a good time to start."

My euphoria immediately faded once Mel got out of bed. With a groan, I followed her. She sat down cross-legged on the floor and I followed her example.

"Close your eyes, master." That seemed like a simple instruction but it was actually quite hard to peel my eyes off the naked goddess in front of me. Eventually the darkness embraced my field of vision.

"Now, each person capable of using magic has a core. It's rooted deep within your spiritual self. Try to peer inside yourself and search it." Her voice had become extremely soothing as I felt myself drift deeper into my own body. Even though I couldn't see a thing, it was as if I was being guided somewhere. I felt an energy residing deep inside of me. That must be it.

"I think I found it. What should I do now?"

I felt Mel place my palms on hers. "Master, try to grasp the essence of your core. Every core is composed of its holders personality and desires."

I neared my core. I felt a powerful raw force driving me back. I retreated. It had felt like being hit by a truck. I tried again but I couldn't penetrate the outer layer.

I took a deep breath. This was my body and my core. I wasn't going to let this energy prevent me from discovering my magic powers. I took a mental run-up and charged with all my willpower. I pushed against the resistance...

And almost immediately got pushed back. I sighed. But for a brief second, I manged to sneak a glance through the wild shell of my core. Beneath that layer there had been a calm and determined atmosphere. I had caught a brief glimpse of my core's essence.

Without guidance I summoned my magic, letting it flow through my body. It all came to me effortless now, especially compared to my previous encounter.

I guided the energy towards Melara's hands. She welcomed and embraced my advances, allowing me to easily enter her body, quickly reaching her mind.

Since Melara was already fully under my spell, controlling her was much easier to me. But it was still good to have somebody to practice on.

One thing was clear to me even with my lack of experience. Mel was feeling a little aroused. Probably the aftermath of my previous act to quench my lust. And I couldn't deny that I was also starting to feel some movement between my legs again.

Without overthinking it, I gave her arousal a little nudge. Immediately I could feel her palms press a little harder onto mine.

I increased it further. A soft moan escaped her lips. "mmh, master, what are you doing?"

I was beginning to enjoy this little game, so I answered with yet more arousal.

"Oh master, you are so good at this. I'm feeling all hot and tingly." Her blatant arousal only caused my cock to stiffen further.

Almost reflexively I made her even hornier.

"Oh master, what can this poor and horny slave girl do to get her release?", she was now gripping my hands almost painfully hard. "Please, master, play with your slave."

I knew that the moment I opened my eyes, I would ravish her gorgeous body. But this was still training. I couldn't just fuck my slave at any occasion. Well, technically I could but I still had other business to attend to.

Suddenly, I felt my cock being embraced by a humid warmth. Slurping noises were coming from my lap. This little minx had wrapped her mouth around my dick. Seems like she just couldn't help herself anymore.

But I still had to find my focus. Through waves of pleasure, I tried to regain my composure but Mel wasn't going to make this easy.

Trembling I reached for her mind increasing her arousal even further in return making her sucking even more intense. The pressure was growing and again I lost my focus. But this wasn't about enjoyment but about training my skills.

I advanced into her mind with every bit of concentration that I had left. Through our connection I gave her guidance and it worked.

While her technique had been a bit sloppy and lackluster before, she was now hitting my spots perfectly. Satisfied both sexually and with my results I let go.

Spurts of cum escaped my dick and trickled down my slave's throat, who was eagerly sucking for more.

But I still had one trick up my sleeve. I entered her mind one last time and gave her a push...

Melara came with loud screams of pleasure. I was pretty sure that after this I'd get either complaints or congratulations from my neighbors. I retreated from Mel's mind and opened my eyes.

In my lap I saw a naked goddess looking up at me, cum dribbling from her mouth, while she was breathing heavily. I stroked her silky Hair and just let the aftereffects of my orgasms sink in.

A little later, she wrapped her arms around my hip and whispered: "Thank you, master"

We remained like that for a little longer, just enjoying the close bond we shared.

A few minutes later, we were sitting on the sofa, unfortunately fully dressed, since it would have been a shame for us to get a cold.

"Here you go, master." Mel handed me a coffee and prepared a frugal sandwich. Call me lazy, but I quite liked being served my food and drinks. And fortunately I also had a beautiful girl happily willing to fulfill all my wishes.

I took a sip. Coffee could be better, but I couldn't bring it over me to tell her. She just seemed so happy following my orders. Seeing her in my hoodie and jeans reminded me, that I'd have to take her out for some shopping today. She definitely needed some underwear (not that I didn't like her without any) and maybe I'd even find a cheap dress for her.

I had put a bit of thought into my new role as her master and had decided to try to be as discreet as possible. I still didn't know anything about Mel's past and there might be some people looking for her.

I absentmindedly started caressing her thigh. She purred and looked me deep in the eye. I knew that I could've taken her again right on the spot but I had to preserve some energy for later. But maybe a little quickie couldn't hurt...

I quickly retreated my hand. The temptation was just too big and I could already feel the hunger from within my calling me to take what is mine.

I leaned back and finished the bitter coffee. I had a feeling that this was going to be an eventful day...