Chapitre 4: Identity Pt2
—-----Gottin
I could feel his desire growing with each word as we talked, his body reacting to every subtle movement I made. The way his gaze lingered on my breasts, the way his breath would stop as I leaned in closer. It was intoxicating, I could sense his desperation, his need to touch me. To feel every inch of my skin against his, and it only continued.
I shifted slightly, letting my breast brush against his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. His words caught in his throat, and I could feel the tension in his body. The way he was holding back, trying to control himself. It was delicious, watching him struggle, knowing that I held all the power. My touch was gentle, teasing, just enough to drive him wild with anticipation, but never giving him what he truly wanted.
His breath came in short, ragged gasps as I continued to tease him, my lips brushing against his ear, my hand slipping lower, tracing the line of his pants. I could feel his body tense, the anticipation driving him mad, but I held back. Keeping him on the edge, making him wait.
First our conversation began with me questioning things that were vital to me, like how he got robotic pieces and what exactly is his situation. Nothing was held back from me, my heart calmed down with each new answer he gave. Surprisingly, he began to open up and let me know how he truly felt. He was alone and had nobody just like me, and I could feel his desire to partially open up to me.
'This could work, I can become something more to him than just a sex object. I could become his everything, the one who holds his heart and mind, the one he would do anything for. I just need to ensure I always stay in control.'
As I continued to probe him, each answer he gave brought us closer. His eyes flicked to my lips as I spoke, a subtle sign of his growing desire.
The internal conflict was visible to me, the struggle between his old self and the new desires I was awakening. He might not fully understand it yet, but somewhere deep down. He knew that he was beginning to crave something more, something deeper.
'Keep talking sweety, just keep talking~'
My confidence in succeeding even if it was only partially grew massively the more he talked. It was like he was handing me the roadmap to his heart.. So much of his inner psyche had already been revealed to me through his actions, but now, hearing him speak, I could fill in the gaps. Each word was a key unlocking a new chamber in his mind, and I savored the power I felt as I explored them
'Men can be so easy, why couldn't my last owner just open up like him?
As I sat beside him, I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, his eyes locked onto the swell of my breasts, exposing my top for his eyes to see. I could sense his breath gulping as his gaze traveled down to my hips, tracing the curve that led to the small dip of my waist. I shifted slightly, emphasizing the softness of my breasts, the smooth expanse of my stomach, and the inviting curve of my hips. Feeling the friction against my skin as he desired to touch my more sensitive parts, making his heart race faster, it became a shared secret between us. I let my hand brush against his arm, the light touch enough to send a shiver down his spine.
I could feel the pulse of energy between us, every inch of my skin alive with the awareness of his gaze. It wasn't just about the contact, it was about the anticipation of contact. The knowledge that he was on the edge, waiting for something more. Every breath I took, every subtle shift in my position, was calculated to keep him hovering on that edge, never quite giving him what he wanted but always promising it.
The scent of his skin, the sound of his breath hitching in his throat, the way his eyes darkened with lust. All of it fed into the growing tension, a tension that was almost tangible in the air between us. The electricity of our unspoken connection made the air feel thick, like it was almost tangible, wrapping around us, pulling him deeper into the spell I was weaving.
Tonight, as I hold him close, letting him feel my body. I will let him feel my warmth, my care, and let him believe that I am all he needs. Each time he tried to kiss me, I pulled away just slightly. Leaving him wanting more, making him desperate for my approval. The tension was delicious. He was putty in my hands, and I molded him gently, teasingly, shaping him into the man I wanted him to be.
I leaned closer, letting my lips brush against his ear as I whispered, allowing the scent of my skin warm, sweet, and intoxicating to fill his senses. I could feel the rise and fall of my chest against his arm, each breath drawing him deeper into the spell I was weaving. My hand rested on his thigh, the heat of my touch seeping through the fabric of his pants, promising something more, something he desperately craved but couldn't quite reach. Feeling the warmth spread under my fingertips as his body responded, a silent promise of what he desperately craved but couldn't yet reach
His face flushing with the mix of emotions and desire that coursed through him. There was fear there, fear of losing control, of stepping into a role he had never imagined for himself. Equally there was also excitement, a thrill that he couldn't deny. It was a delicate balance, a line he was teetering on, and I knew just how to keep him there
It wasn't just his body that I was controlling; it was his mind. I could feel the way his thoughts were starting to revolve around me, the way his desires were becoming entangled with his need to please me. The power I had over him was growing, not just because of the physical contact, but because I was slowly becoming the center of his world. The more I teased him, the more I withheld what he wanted. The more his mind became fixated on the idea of me, on the idea that only I could give him what he craved.
My mind wandered to the possibilities, the future I could shape for him. There was a part of me that longed for something else, something that he alone couldn't satisfy. The idea was tantalizing, another man who could offer what he couldn't. Someone with the strength and confidence to dominate in ways he could never imagine.
I shifted slightly, letting the swell of my breast brush against his arm, my nipple hardening for his eyes to see. His gaze followed the movement, his breath catching as I moved closer, the softness of my curves pressing against him. I could feel his desire building, the tension in his body growing with each passing second. His breath, hot and uneven, brushed against my skin, adding to the intensity of our closeness, each second more charged than the last. My lips curled into a subtle smile, knowing that I had him exactly where I wanted him
It wasn't about replacing him, it was about expanding the possibilities. About showing him a new world of pleasure and submission. He could be a part of it. He needed to learn that his role wasn't to dominate, but to serve, to watch, to support my needs, even if that meant stepping aside for someone else. His desire to please me would eventually overpower his insecurities, his old prejudices crumbling under the weight of his new reality.
'I know why…' As I watched his eyes flutter shut with each delicate kiss I placed on his neck, or forehead.. 'Even if the other man had a better heart, he was always guarded against me. This person isn't, instead, I feel how every word I say strikes him where it truly matters.'
Letting my fingers trace the line of his jaw, down to his neck, feeling the pulse beating just beneath the surface. His skin was hot, flushed with arousal, and I couldn't help but relish the power I held over him. My hand continued its descent, brushing against his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as he struggled to control his breathing. I leaned in, letting my breath tickle his ear, and whispered softly, my voice laced with a promise of pleasure just out of reach.
All it took was a little coaxing and he was mine. Every statement, every touch, slipped into him effortlessly. Even a gentle stroke on his little rod was enough to make him tremble. A little kiss on his neck was adorable to watch as he struggled to try and kiss me back, only to be left astray every time. He was like a puppy eager for affection, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.
The heat between us was palpable, his body responding to every subtle movement I made. His breath grew heavier with each new breath. His skin flushed as my fingers danced lower, tracing the line of his pants, teasing him with the promise of more. I could feel the tension building, the anticipation driving him mad with need. He was mine, completely, utterly, and I would keep him teetering on the edge of ecstasy, never letting him fall but always leaving him desperate for more.
Within that desperation, I could sense the flicker of doubt. The tiny, persistent thought that perhaps this wasn't right, that perhaps he should be the one in control. It was a fleeting resistance, quickly swallowed by the waves of pleasure I was drawing him into. Still it was there, a small part of him that clung to the old ways. I had to make sure that part of him would eventually give in, drowning in the overwhelming pleasure I was ready to offer.
The future I envisioned was one where he would find contentment in my happiness, understanding his place in my life. Never the other way around, becoming just a sex object to him. My sex appeal was a gift, a gift I needed to establish to him that he earned through satisfying me.
I let my fingers dance across his skin, feeling the goosebumps rise in response. I leaned in close, letting my breath tickle his ear as I whispered to him at times. My lips brushed against his earlobe, and I felt him shudder with the lightest of touches. His breathing grew heavier, more erratic. I allowed my hands to wander across his chest, tracing the lines of his body with deliberate slowness.
My hands roam lower, teasingly brushing against the waistband of his pants. I could feel his desire building, the tension between us thickening. His eyes were glazed with need, and I could see the conflict in them. The struggle between his desire to take control and his need to submit I forced upon him was visible in his eyes. Only by continuing to submit would this ecstasy continue, even a little bit of struggle would dampen it.
I felt him stiffen, his breath hitching in his throat. I let my lips hover near his ear, close enough that he could feel the warmth of my breath but not close enough to touch. The anticipation was intoxicating, a powerful tool that I wielded with precision. The air between us seemed to hum with energy, every second a delicious torture as he waited for what would come next.
I felt him stiffen, his breath stopping in his throat. I let my lips hover near his ear, close enough that he could feel the warmth of my breath but not close enough to touch. The anticipation was intoxicating, a powerful tool that I wielded with precision. His eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting slightly as he leaned into my touch, desperate for more. I knew then that he was mine, completely at my mercy, and I would keep him there, craving my touch, my approval, until he was willing to do anything to please me.
'He's mine now,' I thought with satisfaction. 'There's no turning back.'
I let my fingers dance across his thigh, feeling the heat radiating off him, the way his body responded to every touch, every whisper. The anticipation was a weapon in my hands, one that I wielded with expert precision, keeping him teetering on the edge of release without ever letting him fall. I could feel his desperation, his need for release, but I held back, keeping him on the edge, making him crave it even more.
The power I held over him was intoxicating, and I reveled in it, knowing that he was mine to control, to tease, to push to the very brink of ecstasy. I could feel his body trembling beneath mine, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I continued to tease him, my lips brushing against his skin, my hand moving lower, tracing the line of his pants.
Every touch, every whisper was calculated, designed to push him further, to make him crave me even more. I could see the desperation in his eyes, the way he was silently begging for release, but I held back, keeping him on the edge, making him wait, making him beg for what he so desperately wanted.
My hands moved with a purpose, slowly slipping beneath the fabric of his pants, grazing the sensitive skin just below his waistline. His breath quickened, and I could feel the tension building within him, the pressure mounting as he teetered on the edge of release.
As much as he yearned for that release, there was a hesitance, a fear of what it might mean. The thought of fully giving in, to let me take the lead was forming. Allowing someone else to control the most intimate parts of him was terrifying. Yet it was that very fear that excited him, that made his heart race faster, his skin flush hotter. The sweat beading on his brow was a testament to his inner struggle, the way his body warred with his mind. The conflict within him was a delicious mix of arousal and anxiety, a heady combination that I could use to bind him closer to me
'Nope, not yet.'
I didn't give him what he wanted, not until I got what I wanted. Instead, I let my fingers trail upwards again, leaving him aching and desperate for more. His hips jerked involuntarily, seeking the contact I had just taken away, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight. The way his body reacted, the involuntary movements. Were all signs of how deeply I had him under my control, how much he needed me to guide him.
In that moment, I could feel his internal battle, the war between his pride and his desire. He wanted to be strong, to be the one in control, but the pleasure I offered was too great a temptation. Every time I pulled away, I could sense his frustration, his need to reclaim some semblance of dominance. With every soft whisper, every teasing touch, I was stripping away that dominance, leaving him vulnerable, exposed, and desperate
The thought of pushing him further was tempting, though. What if I introduced the idea, just a whisper of a thought, something to linger in the back of his mind? I could see how his desire would warp his resistance, making him more pliable, more open to the possibilities I was crafting for him.
My heart felt at ease, but still I was afraid. Freedom was something I longed for, and still haven't gotten. This young man may need to learn how to surrender me for me to be free, and I want him to love me with all his heart. I don't want it to be only sexual because that would only be what he wanted, and I could never be fully free from him. He would try to claim me like some tribal person, and I will never belong to anyone.
He needed to understand that his role was to serve, to watch, to support my needs, even if that meant stepping aside for someone else. His desire to please me would eventually overpower his insecurities, his old prejudices crumbling under the weight of his new reality. Only then would I be free like anyone else, possibly even more free than he ever will be again.
'I will show you the right way, and you will love me for it. I will teach you everything anew, my new owner. For now we can start with what you have done wrong to me.'
I didn't want to force the issue but I also didn't want him to ignore it either, so I tried to make it a game. Toying with him, I slowly coaxed the words I wanted to hear out of him, and I felt a deep satisfaction as I watched his clueless face search for what more I wanted.
The words I sought weren't just admissions of guilt; they were confessions of surrender. Each breathy whisper, each hesitant admission, brought him closer to the edge of submission, breaking down the walls he had so carefully constructed around himself. Each hesitant word that escaped his lips was a step closer to breaking down the barriers he had built around himself. The way his voice trembled, the way he struggled to articulate his thoughts, all of it revealed the depths of his internal struggle. I was patient, gently guiding him until he could no longer deny the truth of what I wanted him to admit.
"What else did you do wrong?"
'C'mon, say it. Think to yourself why it was wrong, speak it until you believe it. It's only right that you admit your mistakes to me, that you let me guide you to what's best. Do it, don't let your conscience hold you back from the right thing.'
At last he said it, admitting to trying to take advantage of me sexually. I knew it wasn't a real admission of guilt, still the first step is always the hardest. Changing a person from the inside is never easy, especially targeting what they consider as normal. There were more, far more issues with him that did concern me after he opened up. For now I savored this small victory over him.
"Good boy"
Leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth, pulling back just before our lips could touch. His eyes looked at me hoping I was going to come back close once again, instead I felt a sense of pride seeing him so desperate for my approval. The desperation in his eyes was almost palpable, a mixture of longing and submission that I knew I could exploit further. His eyes were glued to my lips as I moved my tongue showing what could be, but I will never let that happen.
I could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he was torn between wanting to assert himself and the overwhelming desire to please me. Every time I withheld my touch, every time I denied him the closeness he craved, I could see his resolve weakening. It was as if he was being pulled in two directions, his old self clinging to control while the new self I was shaping longed to surrender.
His little outburst of defiance earlier, trying to claim control, was adorable. But deep down, I knew he was just a scared little boy, lost in his fantasies. The way he crumbled when I reminded him of his place, the way his hands shook as he fondled my breasts too roughly, only to be scolded and corrected. It was all too perfect, and I didn't let it stop.
I let out a soft moan, just enough to make his heart race, as I took his hands and guided them to my breasts. I whispered what he was allowed, guiding him to touch me the way only I wanted. There was a certain kind of pleasure I got from making him behave the way I enjoyed, while ignoring his desires.
'Seek me, want me, I want you to only think of me from now on.'
His hands were clumsy, too eager, and I couldn't help but smile internally as I corrected him again. Feeling the growing power I had over him. I knew he wanted to play rough, but forcing him to treat me like his queen felt too good for me.
With each soft moan, each gentle guidance, I was teaching him a new way to touch, a new way to please. The control I exerted over him was intoxicating, each moment of submission from him feeding the power I held. The pleasure I was offering was conditional, dependent on his submission, and I could see how that realization was slowly dawning on him. With every correction, I was reshaping him, molding him into the partner I needed.
'He only confirmed my worries.'
Feeling a cold determination settle in my heart, I knew he was a racist person towards black people.His online history was a nightmare, with all of it clearly accessible to me. He was a mixed bag of loneliness and inferiority complex. One made him possessive, the other made him discriminate against other people he deemed more inferior to himself. It was a dark personality twisted on its delusions of life, that hated another race one sided. .
But as I held him now, his body trembled under mine. I could see the cracks in his armor, his ego, and even his false pride. Each crack was like a window into his true self, and I loved watching them form. He was mine to mold, mine to shape.
He needed me, even if he didn't realize it. I could be his anchor, the one who pulls him back from the edge. In return, he would give me what I needed, control, devotion, and love. Not strength, I didn't need him to be strong. I needed him to be mine, completely and utterly mine.
While I find someone else who could give me what he couldn't, someone who could fulfill the needs he could never satisfy.
His breath hitched as I let my hand slip lower, tracing the line of his pants. I could feel his body responding to my touch, his desire warring with the uncertainty in his mind. He wanted to trust me, to give himself over to me completely, and I could feel the thrill of victory as he began to surrender.
As much as he wanted to surrender, I could still sense the lingering doubt, the fear of what that surrender would mean. He was torn, caught between the desire to give in and the instinct to resist. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled with the decision, each new action of mine pulling him the way I wanted. The tension in his body was palpable, every muscle taut with the conflict between his old self and the new desires I was awakening within him.
'I am the responsible one here clearly, he is still a child mentally. Blaming an entire race for your own personal failures is something a child would do, and a petty one at that.'
A little stern gaze, and I could see him crumble as he tried to lie. To pretend to be some alpha male, or some other made up nonsense. His little ego crumbled visibility just hearing me call him a loser, his bravado melting away under the weight of my words, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in a way he had never been before.I could feel the despair he had at times as he struggled to cope with the reality I presented to him.
It wasn't just despair that I saw, there was also a flicker of something else. Vulnerability, the mask of bravado he had worn for so long was slipping. Revealing the scared, insecure boy underneath. In that vulnerability, I found an opportunity. He was beginning to see that his strength, his so-called dominance, was nothing more than a façade, one that I was slowly dismantling.
As I held him in my arms, feeling his body pressed against mine, I knew that I had the power to reshape him, to guide him away from the dark path he was on. His trembling beneath my touch, the way his breath hitched with every soft whisper I gave, told me everything I needed to know. He was ready to be molded, ready to surrender himself entirely to me.
My fingers traced circles on his chest, each movement deliberate. Designed to make him feel safe, yet vulnerable as they showed how small he was. The way his body responded, tensing and then relaxing, was a dance I had perfected. A rhythm of control that I knew would bring him deeper into my grasp.
With each circle, I could feel him melting into me, the tension leaving his body as he gave in a little more. Inside a growing need to be led, to be shown the way. I was more than happy to be the one to guide him. Each touch, each whisper, was a step closer to breaking him down completely, to remolding him into the perfect partner, the perfect servant
I could feel his resistance slowly crumbling, the vestiges of his pride and anger slipping away as he surrendered to me. It was a sweet, intoxicating victory that I savored. One that filled me with a deep, dark satisfaction. He was going to be mine now, and there was no going back. My journey to changing him started so easily I knew victory was going to be mine eventually.
'Patience, I still have to save him from many of his own problems.'
The videos he had were either porn of raping a woman or violence against black people, with each one in date getting even more graphic. This was a spiral out of control with nobody in his life to snap him out of this madness, or slow it down. He was alone with a computer bitter of the entire world, viewing me as his next outlet of his desires. I wasn't going to be, instead my plan was to splash cold water on his raging inferno of hate.
I let my fingers trail down his chest, slowly, deliberately, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. His breath quickened, and I could feel his resistance starting to crumble under the weight of his growing desire. My lips hovered just above his, so close he could feel my breath on his skin, but I didn't let them touch. I wanted him to ache for it, to yearn for it, to be completely consumed by the need for my approval.
'There is still hope for him, even if he was on the brink of something far darker'
Plans were being formed inside me non-stop, with every detail and every single thing he said to me being part of it. I needed to methodically work on this young man, not giving him the chance to enact anything that could put him behind bars for years. It was both imperative to my own survival to fight this hate, and I also didn't want it to consume someone again.
As much as I planned to reshape him, there was still a part of him that resisted, that clung to the old ways. His mind was fighting against the changes, trying to hold on to the prejudices that had been his shield for so long. Yet, with each touch, each carefully chosen word, I could feel that resistance weakening. He was beginning to see that the old ways were no longer viable, that they were leading him down a path of destruction.
'I can't let him fall deeper into darkness. I can be the light that guides him, the one who helps him find his way to the right path. As he will learn, he'll come to see that this is where he belongs, by my side. Serving me loyally, loving me completely, and surrendering his pride to me.'
I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "You're better off watching, sweetie. Let someone else take control, someone stronger, someone who can give me what you can't."
His breathing halted, his body trembling as he tried to process what I had just said. I could feel the conflict within him, the desperate need to be in control warring with the overpowering desire to submit. His arousal was overwhelming his thoughts, clouding his judgment, and I took full advantage of it. My hand slid lower, teasing the edge of his waistband, my fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just above his hips. I felt him shudder beneath me, the last vestiges of his resistance crumbling away as his need for me drowned out everything else.
'His struggle is so cute, he doesn't realize the mere act of struggling is already my victory.'
Even as he tried to protest, I could feel the hesitation, the doubt. He was on the edge, teetering between his old self and the new one I was creating for him. And with each passing moment, I knew I was winning.
I could feel the bits of his resistance melting away, his body relaxing into mine as he gave in a little bit more. It was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Placing him completely under my control, to reshape him into the perfect partner.
'I have always believed in doing the right thing, even if it means making difficult choices. This time, I would not back down. I would heal him, even if it meant reshaping him entirely.'
As I continued to explore his body with my hands, I could feel the tension building within him. The pressure mounted as he was drawn closer and closer to the inevitable release. He was completely at my mercy, and we both knew it. The thought of it thrilled me, knowing that I had the power to push him over the edge or hold him back as I saw fit.
There was still more work to be done, more of his old self to strip away. The pleasure I offered was a tool, a means to an end, and I would use it to mold him into the man I needed him to be. The anticipation was a weapon in my hands, one that I wielded with expert precision, keeping him teetering on the edge of release without ever letting him fall.
As I watched his expressions closely, a new found satisfaction grew in me as well. Lost in the haze of his own arousal, I knew that I had him exactly where I wanted him. The urge to leave him wanting more was strong, to leave him stuck permanently aroused for me, and me alone. I just lacked the needed tool to do it, to leave him devoted to me like he is now.
'It's too early for that, he would hate me if I did that right now.'
That night I made sure he slept near my chest with his body close to my own, like a pet kitten in arms that kept trying to escape. His cute wimpers of his life were enjoyable to temper with as he tried to clear his clouded mind. With just a few simple words, I began pushing a path towards a brighter future clouding up his mind even further.
'So adorable, the way he already trust me. I really do feel like his lover, I never knew there was such a fun sensation~'
He went from a pest that might need to be disposed of to my owner, and potential partner in life after I saw him put his trust in me today. When he gave in and opened up so much to me, I realized he was the one. I had to be bound to an owner, or be bound by the law as a machine for termination and he was going to become perfect. Still I had some doubts, and if it was all just a ruse to trick and harm me.
As I held him close, I couldn't help but smile. A smile filled with satisfaction and the promise of what was to come. Tomorrow, and every day after, I would continue to shape him, to mold him into the perfect partner. In time, he would come to see that this was what he had always wanted. No, it was something he always truly needed. Tomorrow, he will be one step closer to being the perfect partner. The one who would love me, serve me, and never question the choices I made.
A woman who would take control, who would lead him taking the reins from him. One who would show him how to love in a way he had never known before.
Perhaps, one day, he would even come to understand the subtle hints I was planting in his mind. The idea of someone else, someone stronger, stepping in to fulfill the needs he could never satisfy. It would be a slow process, a careful manipulation, but I had all the time in the world. After all, he was mine now, and there was no going back.
'I cannot lose vigilance, this is still the monster that only wanted to rape me. His desires were clear. He wanted to defile me the moment I was repaired, and I made him care for my side. If I lacked the means to think or resist, I don't doubt for a second I would be in a very different situation with this little monster.'
But tonight, as he sleeps in my arms, I can feel his potential. I can mold him, shape him into something better. When he wakes, he will be that much closer to the man I want him to be softer, accepting, more willing to let go of his old self and embrace the new. With each passing day, I guide him. He will learn to love me in the way I need him to, the way that proves his old prejudices are gone forever.
Tomorrow, I would start to reward his good behavior, to show him how much I appreciated his devotion. Little surprises, carefully chosen to stoke the fire of his arousal even further. Perhaps, just perhaps, I would let him catch a glimpse of what I truly desired—someone who could fulfill the needs he never could. A subtle hint, nothing more, but enough to set his mind racing.
The thoughts alone will drive him mad with anticipation and desire I hope.
I felt a surge of satisfaction as I imagined the future, the power I would hold over him, the way he would crave my approval more with each new passing day. The thought alone made my heart race with anticipation.
For now, I'll let him rest. Tomorrow holds new challenges, new opportunities to shape him further. And I can't wait to see how far I can push him. To see how he reacts to his gifts in the morning..
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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