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January 30. 2012
This is my first Journal entry. Why do people write a journal? Probably because they’re lonely. But I, the great Takuri, or at least that’s what I’m calling myself these days, am never lonely. No I’m writing this journal so that other people can see, can read what great things I’ve done and where I’ve erred. It feels like I’m writing the truth. As a magician I spent my whole life living in illusions, bending the truth both to the audience but also to my humble self, now it feels like I can finally tell the whole story, you can’t go to somebody who you are manipulating and tell him, that you’re manipulating him, it doesn’t work that way. Even though you want to tell the whole story to show everyone how you’ve fooled them, you keep it to yourself. So it’s that, I’m not lonely, I have a great huge amount of friends, most of them of female nature.
But I didn’t want to write about that, I wanted to write about my gift, ah yes, my lovely gift. The first time I was sure I had it and used it, I was 6 years old. My little sister, Kelly was then 2 years old, didn’t stop crying. So I took her, and stared her in the eyes, and for a whole day she didn’t made a sound. Yes my parents were scared that she had gone mute. I then used it on my dog, for about 4 years until he died. Every time I wanted to teach him a new trick, I just stared at him, and he learnt it, what was tedious work for other people was the easiest thing ever for me.
As I grew older I started testing my power on people, of course my little Kelly didn’t count as I had known her since she was born, there is a whole different level of intimacy there, she trusted me and I trusted her. Yes, manipulating is a lot about intimacy, when I can get someone to trust me or nowadays in fact it’s enough to share a little tiny bit of intimacy, I can get them to do, say or think everything I desire, but as a teenager my power wasn’t so evolved.
I sometimes managed to make teachers ignore that I arrived late, and made girls smile at me, but that was kind of the end of all things. Until I met Helen, ah yes sweet Helen with her long, full blonde hair and her turquoise blue eyes, how innocent she was. Actually met isn’t the right word, got together with is much better. I knew Helen since like… forever but at the end of high school we finally became a couple. Great moments I’ve spent with her, she trusted me and I trusted her. At that point I thought she was the love of my life, and she was the first woman I had ever kissed. Ah yes, I like to think back to her. The first time I ever saw her naked we we’re both a little drunk. We were making out on her bed in her room, and she had grabbed my penis multiple times. So when she finally got off of me I introduced her to my dick. He was hard already when I took him out of my pants, and she was pleased at the sight. I asked her to get naked, and she gave me quite the striptease show.
Oh how I loved her, in this very moment and in my whole live back then. All I ever wanted was to make her happy and to grow old together, but I was but a chidl and chil dren are stupid, are foolish and should be protected for themselves, because their adult selves will curse them for all their follies they've done and it's the adult that has to live with the messed up shit a kdi did, not the k id it self.
In the end she stood naked before me, her clothes on a pile beneath her feet. I wanted to have sex, I wanted to jump her, but she asked if she could play with my dick a little. Of course I agreed, which teenage boy wouldn’t have, and so she started to give me a handjob. I had masturbated a lot that age, so I showed her exactly how I liked it, and she rubbed it and pleased the tip of my hard cock with her tongue.
She let my dick run over her tits, or what else you would call these little flat things, and she let me touch her wet pussy, though my dick stayed far away from that.
“Oh yes Helen, I love you so much!” I said while she rubbed me, and she looked at me, grinned at me and kept rubbing.
“Yes keep doing that and I’m going to cum!” I moaned, and she stopped. She didn’t just stop, she hardened her grip around my cock and pressed down the little veine on the back side. I was horrified, only maybe 10 seconds away from orgasm and now this girl stopped? She just looked at me, grinned at me.
Maybe a minute passed, until either of us moved again, but when I did move I got up and grabbed her ass. I inserted two of my fingers in her pussy quite harshly, and as I had felt before she was quite wet, I only wanted to return the ‘favour’, make her almost cum and then deny her, but so little did I know about the ways to please a woman. She didn’t even make a sound, I stared her in those beautiful blue eyes, then threw her on my bed. I climbed atop of her and pushed my cock in her pussy, right there I took her virginity, and I fucked her.
This was the only way I had heard women could get an orgasm, when men fucked them, so I moved my hips forward and back while pinching Helen’s nipples or kissing her neck.
“Yes you bitch, gonna make you almost cum too, YOU HEAR ME?!” I was getting quite loud, but she just stared at me, breathed and let me fuck her, she never resisted, and a little tiny part deep inside me kind of wished she had, it would have made anything o so more pleasing.
I’m quite impressed with my ability to not cum too quickly as youth, I rested maybe 5 minutes, and that after a handjob that almost made me cum, but of course I was nowhere near her orgasm when I came inside her pussy.
After that time we fucked many more times, but never was she so motionless like at our first time. Sometimes we fucked as loving couple lusting for each other, sometimes, when we were both drunk I fucked her senseless while she tried to push me away, even screaming or hitting me, but it was all just a game we played.
Back then I thought she was the only woman I would ever have, I loved her, though we never talked that much, we lay together, we kissed, we fucked then kissed again. We did talk of course, about school and about others, but she never talked about herself, what I didn’t find strange at all, as all I desired was her sweet body, I just thought I loved her mentally too.
It was when we were more than 1 year together that I started to discover a new part of my gift, out of nowhere, I think I just grew up. When I really concentrated, I could read other people’s minds. I know it sounds silly, I could do it and thought it was silly at first. It started with Kelly, she was really annoyed, I can’t remember at what, she was a female teenager, they’re always annoyed at something, and I tried to calm her, and tried to understand what she was thinking. ‘if I just knew what would go on in her head’ I thought, when I started to feel. Just emotions at first, I felt her anger and her pain, and it was the most alive I had ever felt. Then as I kept training hard, I started to get ideas too, yes I managed real phrases. It was great, every morning at the breakfast table I would stare at Kelly and concentrate hard, and every day I could understand more, until I could just walk by her and read all her thoughts.
Then, I thought, I could try it out on other people. I didn’t want to try it on my girlfriend, I wanted to leave her private thoughts hers as I fully trusted her, and she trusted me. But I started cheating at tests, reading the solutions from other student’s heads or sometimes checking out my teacher’s thoughts. At this point I was still an innocent little chil d, but like any human being who suddenly received much power I longed for more. So I read all the people’s thoughts about me. I thought they liked me, thought they find me a funny guy, but turned out they either didn’t care or they hated me. In the real world they were neutral or friendly to me, but in their thoughts they treated me like some kind of monster. Of course, today I’m a monster, today I would deserve that kind of treatment, but back then, I was innocent. They hated me and treated me like a monster until I turned into what I am today, they shaped me and if I ever have to answer for all the bad I’ve done, I will say it was just for all the bad that was done to me.
I was horrified, I was sad and shocked, and I tried to get more out of my gift, more power to make me happy, and of course I started to try with Kelly.
Actually it was a nice thought back then, in a retrospective it probably was just me lusting for more power, but back then I wanted to help her, help her be better at school. I wanted to teach her math and geometry just like some old man would want to teach his dog, but the only way I teached my dog, who trusted me as much as I trusted him, was through my gift. My English teacher used to say: “If you can read, you can write” And this made a little Idea in my head grow, when I can read thoughts, can I manipulate them too?
So one night, when Kelly was a sleep I sneaked into her room, and sat to the chair next to her bed. I went in her dreams, and I planted mathematical formulas, also for some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about the rolling stones. The next morning I went to eat cereal with my family, and I wanted to check on Kelly, read her thoughts to see if she is thinking about mathematics, seconds before I entered her mind she bousted out loud: “I never realized, but I really love the rolling stones.”
Never had I felt so good then at this moment, I could manipulate thoughts, I could make people think and feel and like, then I was starting to become a little bit crazy. If I have the power to make people like things, do I have the power too, to make them dislike, yes hate things? I had to try out, so I sneaked in to her room one night once again, and made her hate all the things I hated. The next morning I was sitting at the kitchen table extra early, I wanted to sit there when she arrived, but then… I don’t really want to write about my sister anymore…
I’ll find a new subject, ah yes, the next years I lived in New Vegas, I started to work as an assistance for a magician until I got my own show. The Great Baldini I was called, because I sheared my hair, it was some kind of joke. It was a great time of my life, I slept all day, then had one or two shows and one or … a dozen really strippers and hookers. My life was great, I was not using the gift and still made money like hell that I spent so I could live like in heaven. About thirty years I lived and worked in Vegas, I was on cocaine, alcohol LSD and pretty much anything you could find at that time. I often changed my appearance and name to hide from the groups that controlled the strip, and I lived a glorious live.
Until one night, a little girl of maybe 10 years was in my show. She had a dog with her, and she said her greatest wish in life was to be a magician so she could make everybody like her. What a stupid, stupid girl, but she still made my heart melt. So after I fucked a stripper with tits as big as mountains and did a few lines of coke on them, I decided to stop fucking whores, get clean and get a better live. The next day I bought a ticket to Australia, and that was the beginning to another part of my life.
I joined a d**g program, only to leave and start using again, only to rejoin the program. 5 years it took me, but then I was done and I’ve never drunk or used since then. I then got a job in Sidney and lived there for two more years, but every place in that goddamned city just reminded me of d**gs and alcohol, so I decided to move on once again.
Not one day passed that I didn’t mourn for Kelly, and I went to china, to Tibet, to meditate and forget. Back then there was war everywhere, but I didn’t care, and neither did the buddhistic monks that lived in the mountains. After I had given their master all the money I had, they agreed that I could join and learn their ways. 8 years I learnt, I learnt to live with myself and I learnt to live with others, and especially I learnt how to use the gift. They didn’t teach me, they didn’t even know that there existed something like the gift, but I trained and trained and trained, until one day, I just ran away.
You are a monk for a lifetime, I knew, but I couldn’t live anylonger, so I went and died and was reborn as the American I once was. I moved to New York, and have been working here ever since as an Ad-Man. It’s an easy job really, you get some shitty idea, make some people paint it on a board and then you manipulate your customers into liking it. The crowd of America like anything, if Coca Cola had a commercial that just said: “Coca Cola, only 1 dollar” people would still buy Coca Cola.
But as I mentioned earlier, I have turned into a monster. Yesterday I went to the city and looked around. Other people looked for a new jacket, a new wallet or a new washing machine, I was looking for girls. With my powers I can have anything I want, and I have abused that power, a lot.
“I’m sorry Miss, but what’s your favorite color?” I asked the 18 year old woman with the flat chest and the brown hair. That’s a really important part, I only need to know a little bit about them that’s intimate, then I have total control. A name wouldn’t work though, a name is not intimate enough, everyone knows your name, it’s almost as obvious as your gender or your hair color.
“What?” the woman asked unbelieving. She had a cute voice, she reminded me of some other woman I once had, but I had so many, I couldn’t remember them all.
“Your favorite color? What is it?” I asked again, with a nice smile.
“I don’t- Why would you want to know?” she asked, even more unbelieving and with a bit of insecure, I don’t like insecure, but her body will make up for it.
“Oh, I’m sorry Miss, you must think I’m some kind of weirdo,” I am, “I work as an ad man, and I’m making some kind of personal survey about our now marketing audience and their favorite colors.
“Oh, “ she smiled, believing but still insecure, “it’s blue. Your target audience, who would that be?”
“Young attractive females, of course!” I said, and then I took control of her.
I made her enter my car, made her sit quiet next to me while I drove home. Then I made her follow me inside the house. Made her make herself comfortable, while I undressed.
She sat on the couch with a glass champagne when I walked in the room, totally naked and asked “Do you like me?”
“Yes Master.” I wasn’t content with her answer.
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Betty Jones, Master. “ she answered.
“Ok Betty, what do you want?” She did not answer. She drank a bit champagne and looked at the ceiling, as if she were thinking.
“What do you want?” I asked again, this time she answered;
“I want you, master.” I sighed, went to the bedroom, got on my back on my bed, and yelled at her in the other room.
“Now come you witless bitch, come to the sleeping room and undress!” I was right, her body made up for many things. Just the sight of her young, unused body with this perky tits made his mouth water and my dick grow hard, but he lusted for more than that.
“Please me!” I commanded.
“How?” she said, in an inanimate, monotone way.
“DO IT!” I yelled, but she just stood there in front of the bed, breathing yes, blinking of course but otherwise not making a move at all. I sighed again, After all these years of total control over every female I ever desired, I wanted the opposite. I wanted someone to surprise me, I wanted someone to command me, to control me and make me do things that I may or may not like. Fucking girls like her feels like fucking puppets, very pretty, warm, human puppets that are great in bed, but still puppets.
“I want you to sit on my dick.” She did as commanded.
“Now ride me” she started moving her hips up and down, forward and back, “Yes, good! Hit me.” She slapped me. “Hit me! Again, yes Again! Fuck me! Faster! Do it! Faster!” these and many more commands I shouted at her, and she fucked fast and hit hard, yet it felt like masturbation to me.
“Insult me you dirty whore!” I commanded, she answered:
“Your breath smells terrible.” That insult was so terrible and nothing I had wished for yet in that moment I came. Orgasms are my favorite part of the whole sex act, and I loved that I could just fuck these women without a condom. If they get a c***d, they’ll never know it was from me, they won’t even remember me, the thought of having dozens of c***dren also turned me on quite a bit. So I splashed my semen into her pussy and she stopped riding me. After a while I said:
“Go ahead, lick it clean”
“yes Master” she answered and started to suck. When I was hard again, I fucked her ass, but it brought my little more satisfaction then my first fuck, a song by the rolling jumped to mind, maybe their most famous one, and I heard it over and over again in my head “I can’t get noo, Satis-faction”. When it jumped into my head, I had to think of my past, of all I had gone through and I had to write it down. And I tell you, my journal, I TELL YOU that I will stop. I won't abuse my gift anymore, I will use it to help people, not to fuck girls, I will END THIS, and I will end it right here, right now. It's like an addiction, but I've been able to quit addictions, so from this hour on, I will never, ever use my gift again for any unmoral reasons."
The great Takuri closed his Journal, put it nicely on a table and placed his pencil next to it. Then he turned around and shouted at the girl that was motionless on his bed:
“Betty, go get your clothes, wear them, go to the city, then forget everything that happened with me. You shall then get back your power over yourself.” And with these words the young girl started to move. The great Takuri walked out of the door, and went to the city. It was raining, so he entered a mall, and walked to the little shop that sold tobacco and newspapers. The vendor was a young lady with big breast, turquoise blue eyes and long blonde hair. The magician took a newspaper, looked at it and then asked the vendor.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but…. What’s your favorite color?”
This is my first Journal entry. Why do people write a journal? Probably because they’re lonely. But I, the great Takuri, or at least that’s what I’m calling myself these days, am never lonely. No I’m writing this journal so that other people can see, can read what great things I’ve done and where I’ve erred. It feels like I’m writing the truth. As a magician I spent my whole life living in illusions, bending the truth both to the audience but also to my humble self, now it feels like I can finally tell the whole story, you can’t go to somebody who you are manipulating and tell him, that you’re manipulating him, it doesn’t work that way. Even though you want to tell the whole story to show everyone how you’ve fooled them, you keep it to yourself. So it’s that, I’m not lonely, I have a great huge amount of friends, most of them of female nature.
But I didn’t want to write about that, I wanted to write about my gift, ah yes, my lovely gift. The first time I was sure I had it and used it, I was 6 years old. My little sister, Kelly was then 2 years old, didn’t stop crying. So I took her, and stared her in the eyes, and for a whole day she didn’t made a sound. Yes my parents were scared that she had gone mute. I then used it on my dog, for about 4 years until he died. Every time I wanted to teach him a new trick, I just stared at him, and he learnt it, what was tedious work for other people was the easiest thing ever for me.
As I grew older I started testing my power on people, of course my little Kelly didn’t count as I had known her since she was born, there is a whole different level of intimacy there, she trusted me and I trusted her. Yes, manipulating is a lot about intimacy, when I can get someone to trust me or nowadays in fact it’s enough to share a little tiny bit of intimacy, I can get them to do, say or think everything I desire, but as a teenager my power wasn’t so evolved.
I sometimes managed to make teachers ignore that I arrived late, and made girls smile at me, but that was kind of the end of all things. Until I met Helen, ah yes sweet Helen with her long, full blonde hair and her turquoise blue eyes, how innocent she was. Actually met isn’t the right word, got together with is much better. I knew Helen since like… forever but at the end of high school we finally became a couple. Great moments I’ve spent with her, she trusted me and I trusted her. At that point I thought she was the love of my life, and she was the first woman I had ever kissed. Ah yes, I like to think back to her. The first time I ever saw her naked we we’re both a little drunk. We were making out on her bed in her room, and she had grabbed my penis multiple times. So when she finally got off of me I introduced her to my dick. He was hard already when I took him out of my pants, and she was pleased at the sight. I asked her to get naked, and she gave me quite the striptease show.
Oh how I loved her, in this very moment and in my whole live back then. All I ever wanted was to make her happy and to grow old together, but I was but a chidl and chil dren are stupid, are foolish and should be protected for themselves, because their adult selves will curse them for all their follies they've done and it's the adult that has to live with the messed up shit a kdi did, not the k id it self.
In the end she stood naked before me, her clothes on a pile beneath her feet. I wanted to have sex, I wanted to jump her, but she asked if she could play with my dick a little. Of course I agreed, which teenage boy wouldn’t have, and so she started to give me a handjob. I had masturbated a lot that age, so I showed her exactly how I liked it, and she rubbed it and pleased the tip of my hard cock with her tongue.
She let my dick run over her tits, or what else you would call these little flat things, and she let me touch her wet pussy, though my dick stayed far away from that.
“Oh yes Helen, I love you so much!” I said while she rubbed me, and she looked at me, grinned at me and kept rubbing.
“Yes keep doing that and I’m going to cum!” I moaned, and she stopped. She didn’t just stop, she hardened her grip around my cock and pressed down the little veine on the back side. I was horrified, only maybe 10 seconds away from orgasm and now this girl stopped? She just looked at me, grinned at me.
Maybe a minute passed, until either of us moved again, but when I did move I got up and grabbed her ass. I inserted two of my fingers in her pussy quite harshly, and as I had felt before she was quite wet, I only wanted to return the ‘favour’, make her almost cum and then deny her, but so little did I know about the ways to please a woman. She didn’t even make a sound, I stared her in those beautiful blue eyes, then threw her on my bed. I climbed atop of her and pushed my cock in her pussy, right there I took her virginity, and I fucked her.
This was the only way I had heard women could get an orgasm, when men fucked them, so I moved my hips forward and back while pinching Helen’s nipples or kissing her neck.
“Yes you bitch, gonna make you almost cum too, YOU HEAR ME?!” I was getting quite loud, but she just stared at me, breathed and let me fuck her, she never resisted, and a little tiny part deep inside me kind of wished she had, it would have made anything o so more pleasing.
I’m quite impressed with my ability to not cum too quickly as youth, I rested maybe 5 minutes, and that after a handjob that almost made me cum, but of course I was nowhere near her orgasm when I came inside her pussy.
After that time we fucked many more times, but never was she so motionless like at our first time. Sometimes we fucked as loving couple lusting for each other, sometimes, when we were both drunk I fucked her senseless while she tried to push me away, even screaming or hitting me, but it was all just a game we played.
Back then I thought she was the only woman I would ever have, I loved her, though we never talked that much, we lay together, we kissed, we fucked then kissed again. We did talk of course, about school and about others, but she never talked about herself, what I didn’t find strange at all, as all I desired was her sweet body, I just thought I loved her mentally too.
It was when we were more than 1 year together that I started to discover a new part of my gift, out of nowhere, I think I just grew up. When I really concentrated, I could read other people’s minds. I know it sounds silly, I could do it and thought it was silly at first. It started with Kelly, she was really annoyed, I can’t remember at what, she was a female teenager, they’re always annoyed at something, and I tried to calm her, and tried to understand what she was thinking. ‘if I just knew what would go on in her head’ I thought, when I started to feel. Just emotions at first, I felt her anger and her pain, and it was the most alive I had ever felt. Then as I kept training hard, I started to get ideas too, yes I managed real phrases. It was great, every morning at the breakfast table I would stare at Kelly and concentrate hard, and every day I could understand more, until I could just walk by her and read all her thoughts.
Then, I thought, I could try it out on other people. I didn’t want to try it on my girlfriend, I wanted to leave her private thoughts hers as I fully trusted her, and she trusted me. But I started cheating at tests, reading the solutions from other student’s heads or sometimes checking out my teacher’s thoughts. At this point I was still an innocent little chil d, but like any human being who suddenly received much power I longed for more. So I read all the people’s thoughts about me. I thought they liked me, thought they find me a funny guy, but turned out they either didn’t care or they hated me. In the real world they were neutral or friendly to me, but in their thoughts they treated me like some kind of monster. Of course, today I’m a monster, today I would deserve that kind of treatment, but back then, I was innocent. They hated me and treated me like a monster until I turned into what I am today, they shaped me and if I ever have to answer for all the bad I’ve done, I will say it was just for all the bad that was done to me.
I was horrified, I was sad and shocked, and I tried to get more out of my gift, more power to make me happy, and of course I started to try with Kelly.
Actually it was a nice thought back then, in a retrospective it probably was just me lusting for more power, but back then I wanted to help her, help her be better at school. I wanted to teach her math and geometry just like some old man would want to teach his dog, but the only way I teached my dog, who trusted me as much as I trusted him, was through my gift. My English teacher used to say: “If you can read, you can write” And this made a little Idea in my head grow, when I can read thoughts, can I manipulate them too?
So one night, when Kelly was a sleep I sneaked into her room, and sat to the chair next to her bed. I went in her dreams, and I planted mathematical formulas, also for some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about the rolling stones. The next morning I went to eat cereal with my family, and I wanted to check on Kelly, read her thoughts to see if she is thinking about mathematics, seconds before I entered her mind she bousted out loud: “I never realized, but I really love the rolling stones.”
Never had I felt so good then at this moment, I could manipulate thoughts, I could make people think and feel and like, then I was starting to become a little bit crazy. If I have the power to make people like things, do I have the power too, to make them dislike, yes hate things? I had to try out, so I sneaked in to her room one night once again, and made her hate all the things I hated. The next morning I was sitting at the kitchen table extra early, I wanted to sit there when she arrived, but then… I don’t really want to write about my sister anymore…
I’ll find a new subject, ah yes, the next years I lived in New Vegas, I started to work as an assistance for a magician until I got my own show. The Great Baldini I was called, because I sheared my hair, it was some kind of joke. It was a great time of my life, I slept all day, then had one or two shows and one or … a dozen really strippers and hookers. My life was great, I was not using the gift and still made money like hell that I spent so I could live like in heaven. About thirty years I lived and worked in Vegas, I was on cocaine, alcohol LSD and pretty much anything you could find at that time. I often changed my appearance and name to hide from the groups that controlled the strip, and I lived a glorious live.
Until one night, a little girl of maybe 10 years was in my show. She had a dog with her, and she said her greatest wish in life was to be a magician so she could make everybody like her. What a stupid, stupid girl, but she still made my heart melt. So after I fucked a stripper with tits as big as mountains and did a few lines of coke on them, I decided to stop fucking whores, get clean and get a better live. The next day I bought a ticket to Australia, and that was the beginning to another part of my life.
I joined a d**g program, only to leave and start using again, only to rejoin the program. 5 years it took me, but then I was done and I’ve never drunk or used since then. I then got a job in Sidney and lived there for two more years, but every place in that goddamned city just reminded me of d**gs and alcohol, so I decided to move on once again.
Not one day passed that I didn’t mourn for Kelly, and I went to china, to Tibet, to meditate and forget. Back then there was war everywhere, but I didn’t care, and neither did the buddhistic monks that lived in the mountains. After I had given their master all the money I had, they agreed that I could join and learn their ways. 8 years I learnt, I learnt to live with myself and I learnt to live with others, and especially I learnt how to use the gift. They didn’t teach me, they didn’t even know that there existed something like the gift, but I trained and trained and trained, until one day, I just ran away.
You are a monk for a lifetime, I knew, but I couldn’t live anylonger, so I went and died and was reborn as the American I once was. I moved to New York, and have been working here ever since as an Ad-Man. It’s an easy job really, you get some shitty idea, make some people paint it on a board and then you manipulate your customers into liking it. The crowd of America like anything, if Coca Cola had a commercial that just said: “Coca Cola, only 1 dollar” people would still buy Coca Cola.
But as I mentioned earlier, I have turned into a monster. Yesterday I went to the city and looked around. Other people looked for a new jacket, a new wallet or a new washing machine, I was looking for girls. With my powers I can have anything I want, and I have abused that power, a lot.
“I’m sorry Miss, but what’s your favorite color?” I asked the 18 year old woman with the flat chest and the brown hair. That’s a really important part, I only need to know a little bit about them that’s intimate, then I have total control. A name wouldn’t work though, a name is not intimate enough, everyone knows your name, it’s almost as obvious as your gender or your hair color.
“What?” the woman asked unbelieving. She had a cute voice, she reminded me of some other woman I once had, but I had so many, I couldn’t remember them all.
“Your favorite color? What is it?” I asked again, with a nice smile.
“I don’t- Why would you want to know?” she asked, even more unbelieving and with a bit of insecure, I don’t like insecure, but her body will make up for it.
“Oh, I’m sorry Miss, you must think I’m some kind of weirdo,” I am, “I work as an ad man, and I’m making some kind of personal survey about our now marketing audience and their favorite colors.
“Oh, “ she smiled, believing but still insecure, “it’s blue. Your target audience, who would that be?”
“Young attractive females, of course!” I said, and then I took control of her.
I made her enter my car, made her sit quiet next to me while I drove home. Then I made her follow me inside the house. Made her make herself comfortable, while I undressed.
She sat on the couch with a glass champagne when I walked in the room, totally naked and asked “Do you like me?”
“Yes Master.” I wasn’t content with her answer.
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Betty Jones, Master. “ she answered.
“Ok Betty, what do you want?” She did not answer. She drank a bit champagne and looked at the ceiling, as if she were thinking.
“What do you want?” I asked again, this time she answered;
“I want you, master.” I sighed, went to the bedroom, got on my back on my bed, and yelled at her in the other room.
“Now come you witless bitch, come to the sleeping room and undress!” I was right, her body made up for many things. Just the sight of her young, unused body with this perky tits made his mouth water and my dick grow hard, but he lusted for more than that.
“Please me!” I commanded.
“How?” she said, in an inanimate, monotone way.
“DO IT!” I yelled, but she just stood there in front of the bed, breathing yes, blinking of course but otherwise not making a move at all. I sighed again, After all these years of total control over every female I ever desired, I wanted the opposite. I wanted someone to surprise me, I wanted someone to command me, to control me and make me do things that I may or may not like. Fucking girls like her feels like fucking puppets, very pretty, warm, human puppets that are great in bed, but still puppets.
“I want you to sit on my dick.” She did as commanded.
“Now ride me” she started moving her hips up and down, forward and back, “Yes, good! Hit me.” She slapped me. “Hit me! Again, yes Again! Fuck me! Faster! Do it! Faster!” these and many more commands I shouted at her, and she fucked fast and hit hard, yet it felt like masturbation to me.
“Insult me you dirty whore!” I commanded, she answered:
“Your breath smells terrible.” That insult was so terrible and nothing I had wished for yet in that moment I came. Orgasms are my favorite part of the whole sex act, and I loved that I could just fuck these women without a condom. If they get a c***d, they’ll never know it was from me, they won’t even remember me, the thought of having dozens of c***dren also turned me on quite a bit. So I splashed my semen into her pussy and she stopped riding me. After a while I said:
“Go ahead, lick it clean”
“yes Master” she answered and started to suck. When I was hard again, I fucked her ass, but it brought my little more satisfaction then my first fuck, a song by the rolling jumped to mind, maybe their most famous one, and I heard it over and over again in my head “I can’t get noo, Satis-faction”. When it jumped into my head, I had to think of my past, of all I had gone through and I had to write it down. And I tell you, my journal, I TELL YOU that I will stop. I won't abuse my gift anymore, I will use it to help people, not to fuck girls, I will END THIS, and I will end it right here, right now. It's like an addiction, but I've been able to quit addictions, so from this hour on, I will never, ever use my gift again for any unmoral reasons."
The great Takuri closed his Journal, put it nicely on a table and placed his pencil next to it. Then he turned around and shouted at the girl that was motionless on his bed:
“Betty, go get your clothes, wear them, go to the city, then forget everything that happened with me. You shall then get back your power over yourself.” And with these words the young girl started to move. The great Takuri walked out of the door, and went to the city. It was raining, so he entered a mall, and walked to the little shop that sold tobacco and newspapers. The vendor was a young lady with big breast, turquoise blue eyes and long blonde hair. The magician took a newspaper, looked at it and then asked the vendor.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but…. What’s your favorite color?”
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