Vibe Check Ch 03

Author's note: I think I'm going to continue this story until I feel it has run its course... or I get bored with it. Whichever comes first lol. As always I appreciate any feedback. If anyone is interested in being an editor/proofreading my stories message me thru here, or if you know someone who is too. Once again any characters participating in sexual acts are 18 yrs or older. Also special thanks to Menoetes for some great advice :D

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm telling me to get up, and get ready for work. Although given my pounding headache it sounded like a siren foretelling nuclear war. My head felt like I'd slept with it in a vice grip that was way too tight. Fortunately the house was quiet with everyone being gone. After I showered, and had breakfast I was back to feeling pretty close to normal again. It felt sort of like that muscle soreness you get when you've worked out too hard. Now I knew what the warning signs for pushing to hard were, and what the results could be. So I considered it fair trade.

As I was finishing getting ready for work, and about to head out. I felt the connection to Isabela... activate. She must have just pulled into the driveway. She only had morning classes on Monday. I decided to peek into her mind to see what was there. Once again I got the vibe of a Queen walking down the street. The collar, and chain were still there. Her outfit made me smile though.

Normally in her vibes the royal outfits she wore were very old school. dresses with full sleeves, long trains, collars up her neck to her chin, and the like. So the only skin you could see was her face and hands essentially. Today though her outfit was different. The sleeves stopped just passed her shoulders about mid upper arm. She had gloves on that went just above her elbow. However, they were white made from a material that when the light hit it, right appeared transparent. Her dress didn't have a long train. Instead it stopped just above her ankle, and with the heels she had on you could see the tops of her feet to where her ankle was. There was also no collar on the dress. In fact there was a pretty deep neckline allowing a good amount of cleavage to be seen. It was progress, but nowhere near where I intended her to end up. I didn't alter the vibe though as I wasn't feeling back to full yet, and didn't want to miss work. Or worse.

I timed it so I opened the door to leave when she was a few feet from the front door. She froze for a second when she saw me. I felt a flurry of emotions. Surprise, confusion, fear, anger, and a few others. Then she defaulted to condescension. I could feel her thinking to herself "He needs to move out of my way. He's beneath me."

I may not have been able to alter vibes at the moment, but that doesn't mean I wasn't up for changing her thoughts. I changed it to "I'm in his way. I'm so far beneath him I should move aside for him. I should never be in his way." As I made the change I'd started walking towards her. When I'd finished she stepped aside into the grass before I got to her. I also felt the sensation of getting hit in the face with a very firm pillow.

The fact she actually moved surprised both of us for a second. Enough so I almost tripped over the sidewalk. She collected herself, and made for the door. I heard her inner monologue to herself again though "Why would I move that piece of shit? He isn't worth any effort from me."

My pent up rage towards her probably caused my reaction. Instead of editing the thought I added to it. "However, if he's not worth any effort then why am I wearing his collar, and chain? Doesn't that mean all my effort should be for him?" The force of adding to the thought wasn't much worse than editing it, but combined with my not being at full strength it did cause a small trickle of blood to come from my nose. I made it to my car without her seeing it.

I felt her confusion, and panic within herself as I started my car. However, buried underneath that I also felt the beginnings of excitement mixed with curiosity. I used the drive to clean my nose, and think about what exactly I wanted from Isabela.

While I'd come up with an idea and run through all the ways to achieve it, pros, cons, and other outcomes deciding which ones I liked best. I knew that no matter what I did it wouldn't ever come out exactly as expected. I was mainly trying to come up with a general end goal to work towards. Eventually I came upon a result that I liked.

During my shift I made sure to do everything I could to help my recovery. I rehydrated, ate some good snacks, took some ibuprofen, and things of that nature. I avoided using my gifts at work. I wanted to be able to alter one vibe, and one thought for today after I got home. I figured that would be about my limit for today given how far I'd gone yesterday, and what I'd already done this morning.

My shift passed without much of note. Until one of the closers/overnight stockers was 30 minutes late. I offered to stay for 30 mins. A little more OT was always worth it. As a result I got home close to 9pm. I felt the connection to Isabela as I pulled into the driveway. Then I felt something I hadn't felt yet as I walked up to the door. It felt like someone had jerked on the chain from the other end. I was puzzling through the meaning, and implications as I walked through the door.

"Someone's ears must have been burning." My dad said as I closed the door behind me.

"Huh?" was my reply.

"Your sister was just asking when you were coming home literally right before you came in the door." He said.

I looked at them sitting in the living room watching TV. The lights were off so the only light came from the TV. With her naturally dark complexion it was hard to tell, but I could've sworn Isabela was blushing.

"Aww... Did you miss me that much Izzy?" I asked in a teasing manner.

I was already reading her thoughts before I said it. Her immediate thought was "HE GOD DAMN KNOWS HOW MUCH I HATE BEING CALLED THAT!!"

Which made me smile inwardly. I'd already decided how to handle this kind of situation if it presented itself. "But he's the only one who does call me that. Maybe it's his pet name for me? One only he gets to use?" I added to the end of the thought.

Isabela had been about to lash out with her reply "Wh....Well I have an early class in the morning so I use you getting home as a timer to go to bed. So good night everyone." As she spoke she rose, and made her way out of the room. She was flustered, and confused.

"Well that was... a pleasant surprise." My dad said as the tension visibly left him and my stepmom. They'd clearly been prepared for a fight, and to possibly have to intervene. In their defense I had just done something that always ended with that result. They obviously weren't sure what had happened or what to do next.

I shrugged, and went into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. I came out, and ate in the living room with them. We hung for about an hour or so. Then they went to bed. I watched a couple of episodes of a show I was working through for a bit, and decided to go to bed.

As I made my way to my room I noticed the bathroom door was open a crack with the light on. Out of idle curiosity I glanced in, and in the mirror saw my sister's reflection as she went through some night time routine of preparing for bed. At that exact moment she was rubbing lotion into her body. I got a vibe of her sitting on a throne wearing a bathrobe that still had some projected royalty. With servants rubbing lotion into her skin, filing/trimming her nails, and brushing her hair.

She hadn't seen me go by, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I altered the vibe. I was now the one in the throne. I was naked with my erection clearly prominent. Isabela on the floor before me, naked, kneeling down, and I was using the chain to pull her slower to me.

The energy rushed out of me. I wobbled back to my room with some effort, and barely managed to make it to my bed. I That may have been a bit much for today. My vision didn't blur, and I was still awake though. Small victories. I was amused to hear a yelp, and the clatter of what sounded like a dropped lotion bottle in the bathroom. Feeling like I'd accomplished a good bit that day, and was tired I quickly drifted off to sleep wondering how tomorrow would go.

I awoke once again to an empty house as I liked it. I followed my usual routine. The added bonus was I messaged Angelica, and asked if she'd be out that day. She said she would be. I told her I'd placed an order at the toy store she didn't make it to before. She was to pick it up for our day together on Thursday, but not to open it. She was just holding onto it for me. She said she understood. With that done I went to work.

It was another mundane day at work. The only thing of note was Kristi was at work with me today. She was being verbally abusive to one of our 16 yr old summer workers. A young girl who given her body type, and dress style was probably bullied a lot. The vibe I got was of Kristi whipping her. Gave all new meaning to phrase tongue lashing. It triggered me, and so in the vibe I altered their roles. The result was immediate. "Get the FUCK away from me!!" she said to Kristi.

Kristi just immediately turned and walked away. I realized that it was the second time I'd done that sort of alteration to her. I filed it away for future reference. I wanted to keep my focus on Isabela for the time being.

When I got home I felt the connection to Isabela. As I came in I found my family in the living room watching TV as normal. My parents exchanged greetings with me, and I went in to make a bite to eat. Isabela was oddly silent. While in the kitchen I checked Isabela's thoughts. "Don't engage with him. The strange thoughts and feelings only happen when you engage with him." She was thinking the same thought on a loop. Like it was her new mantra. I had an idea.

I returned to the living room, and room as I sat down to have the sandwich I'd made. While settling in, Isabela locked eyes for a second. I'd been waiting for it. I took the moment, and to the end of the thought I added "But don't I keep having these thoughts because I like them? No one else has ever bothered to give me a pet name." That's all it took to break the mantra.

I felt like I'd been hit in the face with a soft pillow so it didn't even elicit a reaction. Especially since I was expecting a harder blow. Her reaction was confusion, and allowed a vibe to manifest. It was the vibe of Queen in an old school theater watching a play. She was dressed in her new outfit. The rest of our family was in the private viewing box as well. I noted with both pleasure and interest that the chain attached to the collar led to my hand.

I decided this would be an easy vibe to alter. I altered it so that Isabela was naked kneeling on the floor next to my chair. Her side pressed up against my leg. Already sitting there was no notable reaction from me. However, Isabela had a reaction. Her breathing rate changed, her skin flushed a little bit, and I could swear that her nipples hardened visibly through her shirt and bra. The other reaction I noted was Isabela didn't immediately leave the room.

Eating my dinner while spending time with the family watching TV was a nice time. After a little while my parents went to bed leaving Isabela, and I alone. She was deep in thought, and it took about 20 mins for her to realize it was just the 2 of us all alone. She said "I am so glad I have tomorrow off, and can't wait till the end of this year when I don't have to do summer courses any more." Isabela's bio dad had left her a trust that her step mom controlled. It was enough to pay for her education, and give her a head start in life. Not enough to live off though. The terms were her Mom had control of it until Isabela turned 30 or got a Masters degree. Whichever came first. Isabela had decided to take summer courses at college her first 2 years to take care of the general studies portion. Depending on various things she figured she'd be able to get her bachelors if not in 3 yrs then 3 and 1/2 yrs. Her ultimate goal was to have her masters before she turned 25.

She then proceeded to her room quickly without another word. I was flabbergasted by the calm polite way she'd spoken to me like an equal to attempt to alter another vibe. After a little longer I decided to go to bed myself.

Once again as I passed her room she hadn't closed it all the way. I could see her mirror, and reflected upon it was Isabela on top of her sheets. From her nakedness, the way her arms stretched down out of sight of the mirror, and the faintest humming sound I guessed she was masturbating. I was then given a vibe of her riding some man whose face was covered in shadow that couldn't be seen. She was slowly grinding him, and wearing an old school corset as she did so. Her chain led off into the shadows. Somehow she still imagined herself regally in her masturbatory fantasies I mused.

After a quick internal check I decided I should be good for one more alteration. I altered the vibe so that she was doggie style getting fucked hard by yours truly. I was using the chain to pull her back into me with every thrust. Her back was bowed so that her finger tips barely touched the mattress just as I had done with Angelica over the weekend. I made her hair mussed and kempt, and her body glistened with sweat to make her look slightly more wanton.

As I completed the alteration I felt the familiar rush of energy out of me which caused me to take a step back out of view of the mirror. I knew I couldn't do anything else today. I also heard the unmistakable sound of Isabela having a big orgasm though as well. She must have grabbed something to put over her face as she came, because it had that clearly muffled quality. I quickly and quietly went back to my room. Sleep came easily that night.

I awoke the next morning to a text from Angelica. She'd sent it to me in the middle of the night. It was of her on her floor in front of the 3 part mirror. Naked with my package from the sex shop on her lap. I sent her a quick message telling her she was a good slave, and I couldn't wait to see her tomorrow. Since I was off, and she didn't work I told her I'd come get her as soon as I got up, and we'd spend the whole day together. She texted back she couldn't wait, and had been dripping wet everyday thinking about it.

I woke up to get ready for work as usual. As I was enjoying a nice hot shower through the link to Isabela I felt a spike of excitement, and nervousness. I peaked at her thoughts. "I can't believe I am doing this. I need to be careful. If I get caught it will be so bad. I shouldn't be doing this." she thought to herself. It was then I noticed the bathroom door had been cracked, and was opening glacially slow so that using the mirror she could see into the shower.

Alright game on I thought to myself. Until now I'd either added to her thoughts or put in thoughts. On reflection though they'd mostly been statements. I wondered what would happen if I added a question to her thoughts. One that she had to answer herself. So I added "Why does Malcolm make horny like a bitch in heat lately? Why does him using his pet name for me make me feel so good?"

Unfortunately I didn't hear her answers to the questions because the effort felt like getting hit in the face by a spike volleyball. I hadn't been prepared for it. I almost slipped and fell in the shower when I flinched in surprise. I was barely able to recover. This caused me to lose focus on the connection long enough I missed whatever answer she came up with. I had wondered how deep the connection allowed me to dive into someone's mind, but I didn't think I'd have the endurance for that yet. Especially after the effort I'd just made.

I decided to finish taking my shower without messing with Isabela anymore... at least that was my plan. Knowing she was watching turned me on enough I was hard for the rest of the shower. I made sure to give her a show both head on, and in profile. Then a wicked thought occurred to me, and I grinned from ear to ear.

I checked she was still watching, and adjusted myself so she could see my dick in the mirror. I then began jacking myself off. I was thinking about things I'd do to Angelica the following day. However, while I did I muttered just loud enough I knew Isabela would hear things like "You're such a needy bitch. You love getting fucked by my cock don't you?" "Good girl. You love having my cock in you. You don't care where." "All a bitch in heat like you is good for is taking my cum down your throat, or in your wet needy pussy."

Eventually with my usual growl I came. Since I hadn't done so in a few days it was a pretty big load. Normally I would have been jacking off at least once a day, but I'd been saving up for Angelica. I didn't figure I'd have Isabela before I saw her again. I was laying the groundwork with her at the moment. I thought I'd have her this weekend though.

I did feel from the link that Isabela was completely turned on, and as I finished I felt her retreat back to her room. I smiled to myself. After the shower, walking back to my room to finish getting ready for work once again I got the same view in her mirror as before through the cracked door. Isabela laying on her bed masturbating. The shocking part though was the vibe I got was the exact same one I'd altered last night. Every detail is the same.

I stood momentarily frozen with indecision. Part of me wanted to bust in, and see if I could turn it into reality. Another part thought if I did so, and she wasn't ready it could set my plans back considerably. Not to mention if she completely lost it, and told our parents the shit storm that would create. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor I thought I'd let her stew for a while longer.

With a shout of "I'm leaving. Try not to burn the house down before I get back Izzy!!!" I closed the door behind me, locked it, and left for work. It was another boring uneventful day of stocking shelves, cleaning up other people's messes, and telling people what aisle things could be found on. Because it's not like there are end caps on the end of every aisle explaining what's on that aisle, or a giant sign hanging up in the middle of the store literally visible from anywhere in the store with the same information. One thing I'd learned though is that people don't read signs in businesses. No matter how big, bright, colorful, and/or prominently placed it is. They'll ignore it, and ask some employee.

It was one of those days where no singular event made the day bad. It just dragged on. Where an 8 hr shift felt like a week. Probably because I wanted it to be over so bad. I was looking forward to my day with Angelica the next day. I soldered on though. Eventually making it home. When I got home I found my parents in the living room. "Be careful going into the kitchen. Your sister has taken over the dining table as a study station for an exam on Friday."

I sighed out loud. Isabela was even worse when she was in full study mode like this. Because she only got like this for exams that she deemed to have the potential to derail her plans. Those tests that were large enough portions of the grades that could make or break passing the class vs having to retake it. When she was studying like this it was a level of focus that would put most religious leaders to shame. Impressive to watch, but if you disrupted her for any reason she'd rain hell down on you without an umbrella. Not just me. Our parents weren't safe either. The joys of living with a perfectionist. When she got like this we tended to try and shepherd her into a portion of the house no one would likely need to frequent. Like her room. Because once she got set up there was nothing to be done about moving her.