An old story I wrote a year or two back, which is actually alright. Thought I'd see if you like it! Enjoy!
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She had been caught completely unawares as she stepped into the bathroom in her pyjamas. She has just finished ha late shower and was almost ready for bed - her toothbrush was sticking out of her mouth.
She had just stepped back into the bathroom, when a hand suddenly appeared by her head. It's five fingers clamped on the side of her face, mirrored by another hand on the opposite side. The fingers were firm and strong, but not painful. They were well spaced, from the thumbs above her ears, to the pinkies on her jawline. Her whole body froze, her head slightly back, caught. She felt afraid to move.
'You cannot resist my words.' A cool, quiet voice said behind her. 'You are focused on my voice.' It soothed. Despite her wishes, she found herself responding instantly to the voice, her body going limper beneath her, her thoughts clouding. Nothing in her mind made any sense but the voice.
'I am now your Master. You will obey me, and only me, when I initiate you into mental submission as I am now.' The hypnotic voice said in a soft, silky tone that only served to make her even more tranced.
'You are completely under my control. I will now remove my hands. You will then turn to me, and disrobe. Do you understand?' It said, slowly and deliberately.
'I understand.' Caitlin's voice said in response, in a zoned out, hypnotized tone. Caitlin found that her body wasn't responding to her own commands, and in fact, despite her fear, she felt she was feeling intense submission to this voice, along with total calm, safety, and seduction. She... Trusted it.
She felt the fingers leave her face and she stood upright, turning. As she gained her first glimpse at the man's face.
He had a hoodie on which covered much of his face but she could see his jaw, and what she saw seduced her even more.
'When I remove my hood, you will focus on my eyes. They will capture you, hold you, entrance you. You will not be able to look away. You will be completely entranced by my eyes, bent unto my total will by them.' He breathed.
Distracted by the voice, Caitlin caught up with her body, as she was now in the process of bringing her top over her chest and off. She never took her eyes off this man. Her top landed softly on the floor, followed by her pants falling around her feet. After a few more seconds, she was completely naked.
The man removed his hoodie then.
Instantly Caitlin lost all mental control, every independent thought she had. Her mind simply melted totally before him. His eyes captivated her. His eyes...
She couldn't look away.
He took one of her breasts gently in his hand, feeling it slowly. She didn't move.
'What is your name?'
'Caitlin.'
'Caitlin...' He mused softly, still gently touching her breast, not really groping it but just feeling.
'Go to your bedroom, Caitlin.' She heard him say distantly, as though the voice was a mile away. She obeyed without question, her entire mind, her entire being entranced in his vibrant blue eyes. They literally glowed. She walked the whole way backwards, never even blinking. She hit the bed and fell back, her buoyant chest following. As he stood over her he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of satisfaction then, and Caitlin took the chance to blink, however her mind was still completely wound around his will.
Without looking away, he undressed himself, his massive member springing out. A tiny part of her mind was hypnotized by that, too. and then he reached up, and switched off her light.
Even through the pitch darkness, Caitlin could still see his blue, blue eyes like they were little round torches. He fucked her, many times, in many ways that night, his thick, amazing pole going deeper in her than seemed physically possible, pleasuring her so much, hypnotizing and controlling her so much... and through it all, she never - not once - looked away from his eyes.
She was hypnotized.
She was under his control.
She was his.
When it was done, and Caitlin's eyes were now half closing - but still fixed on his own - he leant down over her body and placed his fingers on her head once again, just as he had done in the bathroom. It tilted back slightly at his touch.
'You will go to sleep as soon as I am gone, and you will not remember this when you wake up.' He murmured.
Then he lent down and kissed her, long and passionately.
'Remember these eyes, Caitlin.' He whispered, before turning, flicking up his hoodie, and leaving. Caitlin got up mindlessly, following him, but stopped at the door.
'Go back to bed, Caitlin!' He called from the gate. 'I will return.'
And with that he was gone.
Caitlin returned to bed slowly, mindlessly. She got in, turned over and went to sleep instantly.
The next morning when she woke up, Caitlin had an odd feeling in her body. She felt both tired, and refreshed. She felt dirty, and clean. She felt like she was in control... And yet somehow completely defenseless to...
Well, whatever. She needed to get ready for work.
As she washed her face Caitlin looked at herself in the mirror - she was tall, 5'10, with striking blonde hair and even more striking yellow eyes to match. She'd always been the wonder of her year, having naturally occurring yellow eyes.
But now as she looked into those eyes, something made her stop.
She thought she could make out a tiny trace of purpley-blue in them.
She blinked.
Nope, definitely a tiny little streak of blue.
Caitlin shook her head and finished off.
Probably just hormones or something.
She was already late for work after having slept exceptionally heavily. She was a lot less tired but work started in ten minutes and she hated having to get ready without time to go at her own pace.
Caitlin finished herself off, dressed, quickly did some toast, and left.
Ten minutes later at exactly 9:01 Caitlin arrived at work.
'Late, again, ms. Grant!' A nasally voice said. Caitlin sighed and waited for the attack.
'This is the second time this week, grant,' mr. Rijeka stated (Caitlin hated how he pronounced 'Grant' - it came out sounding more like toilet), 'Do it again and you're done in my business.'
That night, as Caitlin was laying in bed reading a book, she heard a noise. She got up, grabbing her torch.
'Who's there?' She called.
Hearing no response she flicked the torch on and went to investigate.
'Who is it?' She called again. She did up her nightgown with one hand as she went.
'Its me, Caitlin.' She heard from the laundry. Caitlin froze.
'Come to the laundry, Caitlin.' It called. She obeyed. Arriving there she saw a shadowy figure with his back to her, head bent over something. Caitlin stood there, trying but completely failing to raise the torch in some sort of self defense.
He turned to her.
