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Apprentice to a Power
I'd been standing there for five minutes; a nervous staring
match with the door had ensued. I finally tapped at it and
stood back, expectation and fear struggling for expression.
Marianne opened the door immediately and smiled. Her
features were powerful; intelligent, dark blue eyes
examined me from beneath perfect eyebrows.
What I could see of her body beneath a sparkling, navy robe
was simply beautiful. Breasts, held firmly by the powerful
brassieres she favoured, were conical and pointed
aggressively toward me and her waist, while not
exceptionally thin, accentuated her perfect hips in a
stunning result of proportions. A slight smile curled on
her lips as she noted my natural male curiosity, then she
reached toward me, and her cool hand brushed my forehead.
***
"...will do it with out question," her voice, powerful and
commanding, echoed out of the darkness.
Awareness returned and I felt an odd pressure, my calves
were straining. In the mirror carefully set up before me I
saw myself in a mirror, she was standing behind me running
her hands over my hips, smoothing out the martial contours
of my dress.
The ruby high heels were what were straining my calves.
They must have been five inches tall and exactly matched
the slippery crimson purse hanging on my hip. The princess
collar of my full-length gown showed off an impressive
amount of cleavage, making me wonder when I had developed
such wonderful curves.
Her hands ran down my back to my bustle and settled there.
I could feel her cool fingers flexing on my buttocks
through the satin gown.
"...lipstick," she murmured in my ear.
I reached into the purse dangling from my shoulder and had
pulled out a lipstick that matched my shoes. I applied it
as she moved behind me, running her hands down my stomach.
Once again she whispered in my ear. I couldn't remember
what she'd said. All I could see was the bottomless blue of
her eyes as she gazed at me in the mirror. I spread my legs
slightly and allowed her to pull the gown up. My garter
belts, panties and stockings, all silky white, shone like a
full moon in the mirror.
"...like an nervous virgin" she whispered in my ear.
In the mirror I saw my mouth open in an expression of
excitement, joy and a bit of fear. I was able to hear some
of her whispered, hypnotic speech, but not enough. When the
time came, I didn't know if I would be able to remember
myself. My sources were right, Marianne was a powerful
witch and even though I'd entered her web knowing that, I
was still stuck fast. The first cord of fear plucked at my
shrinking heart.
***
"I am your first and only, aren't I my love?" she asked and
I nodded, all acquiescence and similitude. My hands were
tied to the tabletop with the leather strap from my purse.
Pressing against me, she penetrated me effortlessly with
her device, but she didn't just penetrate me, she inspired
and thrilled me. It was obvious that it was for me that she
did this and I fell in love with her even more.
It had to be now, but could I marshal the will? Her mastery
of me was complete, but as I struggled against it
inspiration struck me. In a sudden change of direction, I
willing became her thing. Her cool hands squeezed my
shoulders, acknowledging my acquiescence and accepting my
surrender, but I hadn't surrendered, my will was intact as
I fell against her push.
***
It became clearer, my empathic knack was finally showing me
her epic being. I could feel what she felt: her power, her
dominance, her incredible knowing and her bottomless memory
of the world. Through her fingers I could feel my own body,
bent and submissive before me. The power and grace of that
perfect mind and body was mine for an instant and I could
feel my breasts swaying as I subjugated this effeminised,
submissive male. My lingerie, sensuously accented my
beautiful body... the hot moisture and the soothing power
of muscles I'd never experienced squeezing and relaxing. I
glanced up and saw her expression of wonder on my face.
"You are strong aren't you my beauty?" she said in my
voice, oddly stilted with the thrill of what was happening,
"this is the first time in a millennia that I've been so
challenged so well!"
I maintained the control I'd inherited from her, holding my
old self down and continuing her thrusting actions, now
rougher. I had to capitalize on her euphoria and
consolidate my control. I reached around and expertly
grasped her new member, making an (incorrect as it turned
out) assumption that she would be inexperienced at owning a
penis.
"Ah!" her gasp escaped my lips.
I took her towards orgasm as quickly as possible, knowing
my old body so well made it easy. In the wash of what I
thought would have been her first male orgasm, she would be
disorientated enough to relinquish the hold she yet had on
her old self.
She finished spectacularly and I stepped into her, clearing
away her thoughts like cobwebs and cutting to the dark
core. As I closed in on the hidden foundations of her being
a stunning light erupted around me. From the darkness of
her innermost self a divine power took me completely
unawares. My own defences were unprepared, as I'd committed
everything to the final attack.
In an instant I was in my old self again shaken, terrified
and blinded by her brilliance. "Not my first beautiful,"
her mind spoke to me in the blinding light, "I've lived a
thousand lives Snatcher! I'm well aware of the simple joys
of a male orgasm! You really will be my thing now! What fun
I shall have with you."
Pushing in to the hilt again she grabbed my neck with both
hands and gently applied pressure.
"Are you mine?" she whispered, as stars began to appear
around the edges of my vision, "you will be mine. You're
too much of a treasure to release," her grip tightened
more.
I attempted to struggle but it was far too late; I let her
into my mind as a lure, I should have been able to take her
by surprise, leaving her tied up and submissive and me in
her body, in control of her as she was now in control of
me. I attempted to move, but the purse straps held down my
hands and she controlled me like a puppet. Air was becoming
a necessity.
"Are you mine?" her voice echoed in my mind like a clap of
thunder.
I still squirmed in those high heels, but the element of
surprise was lost. She knew I was empathic I could feel her
undressing my mind, and pushing into all of the corners,
even the dark foundation no one else is meant to see. Her
icy hands around my neck tightened again. I couldn't
consciously surrender.
"I know my pet," she whispered to my hidden self, "but you
will." She was riding down the bull and we both knew I
didn't have much fight left in me.
Sensing victory she began grinding against me again. She
was allowing me to experience her body now that she no
longer feared me. Toying with me, she gave me what I'd
offered her knowing that it didn't matter if I took the
bait or not. I took it. Her intoxicating strength filled me
and I knew in that moment that I was her thing. In a
kaleidoscope of sensation I experienced her orgasm and my
own, the sensations of two bodies flooding my senses and
hers. Her dark blue eyes bore into me, intensified by her
newfound infatuation. They were millennia old eyes that had
seen me coming forever. I felt like a trap larger than my
life had closed around me.
I was her thing.
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