Experiment In Obsession

Madonna - 4 Minutes

I rule over men, and understand their weaknesses. I wonder if I were a mere man how long I could delay falling into my ensnaring beauty. So many men fail in their first second to qualify as someone I respect due to the way they nearly explode with attention to my body and face. It’s the ones who respond to my power that have a chance. Men cannot prevent their body from responding with arousal, but their mind needs to be more complex to trap for it to be a truly engaging interaction. And that only happens when they pay attention to smaller details than my firm, swaying breasts. I don’t have the time or the desire usually to spend seducing someone from afar. But a scene with my neighbor opened the door to some truly devilish corruption.

My lifestyle and personality do not mix well with the Welcome Wagon set. Since moving into my house three years ago, while I am cordial to my neighbors and give them nods and smiles, I do not know any of their names. I can correctly flesh out their lives by no more than a few minutes a month seen dragging their kids’ bikes into the garage or picking up their mail. Then this whole theory that my neighbors could offer me nothing changed with the people living to the right and behind me as the street curves.

Behind my house is a deck that extends from my exercise bedroom past the family room toward the kitchen. Windows all over. Both two stories, my master bedroom upstairs. I had caught glimpses of the boy being raised by a stay at home mother and traveling father His name I heard called many times by an out-of-touch mom … it’s Peter - finishing up high school, learning to drive. The whole family quite conservative in dress, car, décor, holidays. I had heard that both parents were the most vocal at Mormon Church meetings that targeted the demon on homosexuality (horrors)! Fine, they were not interesting to me, and I just ignored them. As for Peter? I’m not attracted to boys, it’s like he doesn’t exist.

Regularly, I go down to do my workout sometimes in the early evening … you know, twilight, when lights are not on inside yet, and you can see a grey-ish reality inside houses and shadows through their windows? So I never thought I was under spotlight. And there are shrubs and a few trees in between our houses. I work out in a tight leotard, and sometimes even a thong and tank top if I’m doing yoga. My body gets worked up, slick with the sheen of the sort of energy that comes out of me when my body is being pushed physically into things I like (such as positions of power, such as domination clothing, such as upon my pedestal of Goddess reign.) There is a stationary bicycle, some weights, a mat. On one wall there is a space where I had a carpenter set up a movable wall that has horizontal dowelling rods set up every 6 inches. Usually this is used so for sit ups, and the sit up deck can be raised higher for a better work out. I tried that, but my breasts, being so full, would be so close to my chin and mouth that I couldn’t decide whether to enjoy them with my tongue or do sit ups, but GOD does it get me hot to feel these beauties swell up and show their full control over you. [Hmm, I might just have to take a break soon to remind myself … hmm, should set up a strong submissive visitor, bind him to the wall, make him watch, and hang a 5 lb. weight off his cock, telling him if he can get fully erect with that weight he can slide the cock I now control between my breasts as long as I am in a dominant position over him … and force him to hold it there fully erect for 15 minutes without moving while I stroke my strap on to infuse the idea that taking my strap on is tied to my perfection … oh, I shouldn’t blurt out my idle thoughts, just a Goddess notation for wickedness put down on paper, back to my story.]

I knew that at times Peter, and even his mother, watched me in the back yard if I took a call out there, or when I moved around some flower pots. My barbeque is also out there, but I let my servants tend the fires. They get enough heat from me inside, they’re used to it. Still, I had so little interest in the neighbors that they were like ghosts. Then of course there is my lifestyle that I live. If I left all my windows open, neighbors would be shocked at the endless parade of men in leather masks, infant attire, crossdressing, or naked and used as whipping boys or furniture. Not to mention the 5 Princesses that either are being educated in the ways of mind and body control over men, or are now serving me as Slaves. To see them begging for a chance to prove their oral skills on me, both of us dressed in lingerie? I would have an endless stream of men at my door to borrow sugar, and women ready to run me over as they drive past. [Perhaps I teach them ALL hypnosis for a fee, yes, like a Property Fee they have in condos, to keep things growing in the best way. Another Goddess note.] So I keep all blinds closed. But our close quarters led to a surprise a month ago.

Peter showed up after 2 years of college, his entire look and body had changed. Muscles, decent hair cut, better clothes, better music blaring when his parents were away. But I still was not aroused by him. So little mind to feed off of, so … VANILLA. Then one day the door to their guest wing flies open. (They have a long, wrapping property and added on this guest wing that is closest to my house.) Peter used this wing for his violin practicing before college, and when coming back, dropped the violin I guess in favor of Guitar Hero, which he’s actually pretty good at in an Osmands way. He had been brave enough to play in front of a window when I was out back – surely to get my attention. So this one day, I see a limousine pull into their driveway. Curious, and rare in this hood. I’m instructing a servant on where to put the groceries his generously bought me, so my garage door was open to see this arrival. I’m back in the kitchen, and looking out the back window when Peter sprints out with his arms full of magazines. He tosses them into the garbage can and bolts back inside. Only seconds behind him appear this Morman Minister from some foreign country, not sure where, but he did not speak English. He and his family were going to take over the guest wing of the house, only the weekend, but Peter obviously was hiding this. So in an hour, they left for church (how nice, you can always count on religious folks for closet cases.) And what do I find in their trash? About $300 of gay and bisexual fetish porn. Yes, it seems Peter is not so Vanilla after all. And with them, a letter to the magazine, asking how afraid he is now that he’s identified his fetishes. He wanted to be dominated, wanted the taste of a hard cock slick with pre cum in his mouth, wanted to be penetrated, cock ball torture, the works! And to top it off, he does not want to go on their family mandatory two year religious mission now that he is overwhelmed with a desire to feel a whip lashing his ass while his nipples are clamped. He was quite specific, and when he talked of paying a woman all he had in savings if she would only force him to serve as her foot slave … well, didn’t that make me moist in the right places? I didn’t realize it, but while reading his letter, I instinctively strolled over to my slave, used a finger to signal him to my ankles, and had him licking his way to approval … all the while fingering the dildo he was just finished cleaning … hmm, the joys of strolling in a Goddess home. [Why is my mind wandering to such erotic ideas today? Must be the sudden warm spell.]

Suddenly Peter got a whole lot more interesting to me. For purely devilish reasons, yes, but, also to save Peter from a hellish life lived to please other people. For his last lines said that his craving are so great he would rather die than never experience them. [And who says a dominant woman doesn’t give back to the weak? I saved his ass either from a hellish life without his fetish, or afterlife in hell for secretly being a Bisexual submissive –oh, wait, he could escape hell if he sucked the cock of every minister between him and salvation, I forgot how that works – HAHA.]

I had a schedule of Real Time (R/T) slaves and Servants in training to choose from. But for the most part, I wanted to enjoy this myself. The idea of manipulating him to make his own surrender to his true self was getting me wet the more I thought of it. That first night, I watched his routines – which windows he passed in front of, what views he has, when he sleeps, etc. Then I also placed my props in the right places in the house . On the last night of the visiting Minister, they had planned a special dinner for 6. I waited for just before then to appear. I caught Peter in his room walking in front of the window. I turned on the light in the work out room. I was doing my stretches … but with one of those hard phallic foam tubes that you roll over – 4 feet long and 4 inches wide, bendable but also firm. Only I was not just rolling over it on my side or thigh. I made sure that this tube fell securely between my legs … and in that second when he stopped in front of the window, I knew the hook was set. And to slide the tube between my legs, squeeze it, and then press it between my heaving breasts while arching my back hit all the erogenous zones. My routine of rocking on it sent the message to him. Yet, it is no fun for me to give him a quick jerk off. My first lesson would be release denial and craving. I made sure I disappeared within seconds. He turned off his light to watch, but I had timed it to match dinner. And I could feel his torment as he said, “Be right down, Mom” three times before finally giving up his dark perch as a voyeur. Of course I turned on the bright light again once he was seated to torment him during dinner.

Later, from my bedroom, I could see him in the front yard, being forced to stand in pictures with the visiting Minister for an hour. I kept on turning on the light in my bathroom, then my bedroom … knowing it was driving him crazy. Finally he gets to his private area …the guest room which I heard him loudly offer to clean up … and my lights go dark. Hah! But the fun came in the middle of the night. At 2 A.M. I “accidentally” turned the workout music on loudly, and sure enough, he woke up. I walked from window to window in my robe, making sure that from my body language it looked like I had too much energy. My delicate bra and panties couldn’t hold me in. I straddled the arm of a sofa and rocked on it a few minutes, watching his shadow move across his windows. I always quickly disappeared before he could orgasm. I did this again at 4, and again he woke himself up. Now he was already programmed to adjust his movements to taste more of my erotic teasing.

I kept this up for 5 days. It worked out easily with my slave and Internet routine. Oh yes, while I write to you on Yahoo IM and accept your praise and tributes, and go on for private video chat with my most generous and obedient slaves, he gets to see me in the same tight clothes, leather, whip in hand … and on one special time, doing my pedicure to truly torment him. But I made sure that he would never have enough time with me to orgasm. Hah, one time, when his mother was in the only room with him that can look in my office, I stayed around to torment him …then vanished when she left. So devilish.

The next day I made sure that he saw two of my Gorgeous Princesses come over. We went out on the deck and talked loudly enough about how disappointed it was when men did not last through the length of foreplay to get to the real hot sex. While I would not indulge in sex with them for viewing, I commanded them to put on a show for his training in the work out room. It was a natural progression of sexuality. I gave him not just a lesbian show … but one with Hentai and stunningly sexy latex dresses. One dress was right from the magazine he had dripped a cum stain on. But to keep him from coming too soon, I made sure that it could only be watched through some vertical blinds that would only open when blown by a moving fan. That night, I slept while my Princesses began a regular routine of depriving him of sleep to feed his growing addiction. I had them stuff his mailbox with fetish mail order offers – wicked, for his parents were upset and threw it out. He would retrieve it from the trash later. He was suffering withdrawals from tossing his porn stash. I replaced it with what fit my dominance. He got into the habit of making sure he got to the mail first.

I know that minds do not transform into the depth of erotic mind control that I demand that quickly. And my wicked techniques take some time. So I planned out my weeks ahead now that he got a taste of all I offer, or some of it, anyway. What I needed to do was reduce his sleep, which I had been doing for two weeks now, and at the same time, make him starve for a glimpse of me. So I shut most of my blinds, but kept some open. Each night I made sure that my Princess would turn on lights, and that he would spend hours in the dark trying to see me clearly. One of my more clever moments came when I had my Princess take out the trash from my office. I made sure that there were some references to some of my most powerful erotic ensnarement trances written down on scrap paper. They of course are my recordings, but I did not want him to know too much. He had not heard my voice much, so I disguised them with simple frequency modulation. I put them on a simple site with no links, knowing he would listen to them over and over. They included most of my BDSM MP3’s, plus my Saphireist, Experiment, Arousal, and Vampire recordings.

For yet another four days I was gone to my new home, though on computer with you all when there, and he never knew it. (This is my first house, closer to NYC.) My Princess kept notes on his movements. For I am too busy to devote that much time to him. I had a weekend off in New York compliments of a loyal Crossdresser who paid me for a two day shopping spree for his new Spring wardrobe.

While gone, I changed my training from orgasm denial to massive cum draining. During this time, I ordered one of my Princesses to stay over. I made sure she turned on the lights in various rooms. I had closed the blinds and sheer drapes just enough so he could never know it was not me. At 5 a.m., I had her go into the workout room … and begin to masturbate with the foam roller. The only light was from the television, and so it took him quite a while to get enough of a view to cum. Still, he had not learned the stages of denial that I demanded. I told my Princess to make sure that he got a chance to spread his cum over every window sill in the house by only appearing in the view of one window at a time. What this does is subconsciously force him mind to learn there is no place he can go and not think of cumming upon seeing the trigger I built in his mind – His Future Goddess with a whip in her hand, or playing with leather clothing, painting her toes – every orgasm was tied to a fetish I would amplify. The real treat came when I put bisexual dominance porn on my big screen. Oh, he must have had the binoculars out for that one, which I made sure played on and off from 3-6 a.mm. while his parents slept.

He is young, and according to records, he probably came 8 times a day. I had it set for every 3 hours. His body was being trained to produce more cum than normal, so that he was a slave to the cock I was quickly controlling.

The day upon my return, I sat outside, but with my back turned to his house as if to catch direct sun. I started in jeans and a long sleeved shirt, slowly showing more skin. His house was full of women over for a Tupperware party (that should have been a traveling dildo and vibrator party, they would make far more money, who cares what they store their jello in this year? Sheesh.) The shirt opened. The coolness made my nipples poke out of my thin bra so much that even from his distance I knew he could see this. Taking out the trash from what must have been every single trashcan in their house, I could see him dying to talk to me. I knew this was coming. The normal way a guy his age, even a shy one meets a girl is to say hi over the fence. Right before this could happen, I made sure that I went right back inside. I let him watch me prepare to go out shopping.

I opened my garage, and sure enough, he opened his. I went down the street to the major highway and he followed me in his Mom’s Ford Mini-Van. I knew he would. As I drove in my oversized dark glasses, I opened my blouse. Under it was a new tight black bra. I had dusted it with glittery powder that looked so good that I had to caress them. He came up alongside me at a light, and I could see his jaw drop out of the corner of my eye when my fingers began stroking my cleavage and then tempted my stiffening nipples. I drove 30 minutes, teasing him. I swear he almost got into three accidents trying to keep the right view. My destination? The best BDSM store in the state. I knew he would be too afraid to go inside. I had pre ordered my purchase anyway, and was back in my car in minutes. Imagining how hard his cock was when he saw his first real life domination jockstrap turned me on enough that I had to torment him some more by letting him watch me rest the new dildo – that would eventually be used on him – between my legs as I drove home. When I pulled out the leather jock, I could see his mouth drop open right before he had to hit the brakes to keep from rear ending … Oh, he’ll rear end sure enough, but not in a car. I then took off and made sure he could not view me again. I wanted that cock unsatisfied!

You know those cartoons when smoke comes off the heels of the Coyote? He climbed the stairs to his best lookout room about that fast, with smoke coming off his heels. But I would teach him unfulfilled cock torment that day. I dressed in my least sexy outfit – a poncho in fact, and spent my day at the computer with my on line servants.

Finally we came down to the serious mind play. I put a strobe light up in the exercise room. I waited until 3 a.m. when I knew his parents would never see this. The light turned on, and he rose from bed. My Errand Boy was upstairs watching his movements through binoculars and relaying to me what he was doing. I knew how quiet it was. And so my Princess and I went outside for a late night cup of tea. His window opened as we talked about how no one could be happy until they embrace their fetishes. The trigger words from my inductions were hitting all the right moments, and I knew he was responding by sinking into a light trance of obedience.

When I walked back inside, the Princess assisted me. I had dressed in a leather corset. As has she. We turned out the lights, making him ache for light for a full 5 minutes … then we turned on a strobe light. That was when Peter saw for the first time his fate in his fetish realm. My Princess led a Slave dressed in a leather jock strap up to the movable wall with the horizontal doweling rig, cleverly disguised but really my bondage wall. With us putting nipple clamps on him, I could feel his presence in the dark. I had given him a special induction that described this exactly, and knew that he was going into a trance, unable to jerk off. When a second slave appeared, and was forced to his knees, I knew that Peter was also according to reports from upstairs. The slave collar was a key temptation. I had it dangling from my fingertip, holding it up to one or the other slave, knowing that Peter was begging to wear it. He was going to learn that his position is not to have sex with me, but to serve a dominant man or woman, and let them force his fetish desires on him. My Princess and I took turns whipping both the collared man and the other kneeling slave. The foot fetish was brief, for that is not his biggest fetish. I had saved something special for him. All this time, my spotter upstairs in the darkest room gave me word that he had gotten out of his house … had actually opened up the back door, and sneaked to the fence. Now he could watch from only 20 feet away.

When the bound slave was finally released, the bottom slave draped himself over the padded bench. One of my favorite dominations is both oral and anal penetration by two women at the same time. I commanded the Top Slave to enter the Bottom from behind. Then, my Princess got in back of the Top, and I got in front of him. With his mouth and ass in the perfect position, I let her enter him first. This drove the Bottom crazy with anticipation. Slowly, I slide my vibrating strap on dildo into the Top’s mouth. I must say, that since I had never given such a corrupting show in my life, I got hot instantly. Soon, watching my gorgeous Princess reaching her climax made us both lose control. Our penetration sped up. I had timed this perfectly. Peter had dressed in a dark robe. But, when he tossed it off, I could see he was wearing a starter style leather body bondage and cock torture gig. I could see him, crouched on his hands and knees like a good Sub, sliding the big dildo he bought at the sex shop into his ass. This was enough to finish off my evening with a fantastic orgasm.

The moment that happened, the strobe light was turned off. Peter did not need to see any more. And the fun of voyeurism is never meeting. He had not learned that yet in his short life. I knew he went back inside, because his light turned on, and stayed on for the entire night. I saw he went to my website to listen to the recordings at dawn. I had planned it so that I was gone the next day, which was Friday. I left for three days. Not even a Princess was in the house. I knew this would not only drive him crazy, but give him time to make his own decisions.

So I had a slave stalk him when he went out locally for some cigarettes. This slave is quite charming, and within two nights, Peter had his first chance to enjoy a man in a submissive position. It was less than a week before Peter moved from the house. While he still went to church, he needed his own place to spread his new wings of deviance. My spies said he visited a few bondage bars until meeting someone of his choice. He shall never know the pleasure of being under my whip and breasts, for you cannot do this with a neighbor and not expect problems. I’m moving soon anyway.

For a voyeurism experience this delivered in ways most do not. I got to test my creativity, shape a mind, and gather some sexual power from yet another transformed slave.