I realized I got a little ahead of myself. Well, there was no sense in slowing down now, I thought. “Just a feeling, but I’m usually not wrong when I get these feelings,” I lied. “But I’d actually like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”
She sat back in her chair. “Sure, go ahead,” she said.
“So I take it you’re going to vote for Carrie for head of the house?” I asked.
“Yea, I planned on it,” she agreed.
“Can I take it that you two are friends?” I asked.
“Not really,” Shanelle answered. “We’re friendly, but we don’t spend enough time together or do enough things together where I’d call us ‘friends,’” she explained. “We don’t have any classes together, she’s a year older, too.”
“Oh, OK,” I said. “Now things are going to sound a little odd, but I wish that you will answer my questions without hesitation and without regarding them as weird or intrusive.” I waited for a moment to see if there would be any kind of outward reaction to my wish. The look on Shanelle’s face never changed. I was satisfied to know that when I made wishes affecting people’s minds that there never appeared to be a moment of question or disbelief. I could just go right on to the next thing. “What’s your biggest sexual fantasy?”
“My biggest fantasy?” she asked. “You mean other than hooking up with a celebrity?” I nodded. “I’ve always wanted to be kind of a seductress. I’ve had this dream where I get two guys to follow me into my room but instead of fight for me, they do whatever I tell them to do, even if it’s with each other. I am able to more or less dominate them.”
“So you’d like to have the power?” I asked.
“Oh, yea,” she said. “It’s such a turn on.” I could see what she meant as her nipples wee visible through her shirt. I made a silent wish that she would continue to be turned on. “Just thinking about it is…mmm…just…oh, I just want to do that.”
“Why don’t you practice on me?” I suggested.
“What?” she asked. “Are you serious?”
“Sure,” I said. “Dominate me. Tell me what to do.”
“Look,” she said. “I just met you. I’m not gonna do that.”
I recalled that I had wished for her to answer my questions without a second thought. But that wish did not cover suggestions, or so it seemed. I rectified that as I said, “I wish you would go along with my suggestions and realize that I can be trusted.” Again I allowed a few seconds for my wish to take effect. “So, come on, tell me what to do.”
With that she stood up from the chair and walked toward me. Suddenly she raised her leg and used her foot to push me down on the bed. “You wanna be dominated?” she asked.
“Oh, yea,” I answered. I felt that this was turning me on as well.
“Take off my shoes,” she ordered. She lifted her foot off me and placed it back on the floor. I got off the bed and went to untie her shoes. As I reached for one of them she pulled it away and said “With your teeth!” She put her foot back into place and I did as she demanded. I used my teeth to untie her shoelaces first. That was easy compared to the process of removing the shoes themselves. I had to be careful not to accidentally bite her as I took the back end of the shoes in my mouth. Fortunately she helped by stepping out of the shoes when necessary. “Now my socks!” she ordered once her shoes were removed. I started at the toes by giving them a tug and they removed fairly easily. “Kiss my feet!” she said. She was really getting into the whole domination aspect. I obliged her again as I kissed both feet as any obedient servant would do.
After a few seconds, she commanded, “Stand up!” I jumped up as fast as I could. “You’re a good little bitch,” she said.
“Thank you, mistress,” I blushed. I said this to completely reinforce her position of dominance.
She smiled at those words as she reveled in the power she had. “Hmm,” she said as she ran her hand over my cheek. “Good boy. Now strip!”
Something about all of this had been turning me on as I well so I was only too happy to grant her request. I tore out of my clothes as fast as I could. I already had a pretty good erection going. Instinct dictated that I try to hide this, but I knew that would not be advisable so I kept my hands to my sides. “Well aren’t you a big boy,” she commented.
“You like…big cocks?” I asked.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” she said and raised her hand as if to strike me. I recoiled instinctively but she did not follow through on hitting me. I straightened myself once I realized she would not hit me. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “And I do like big cocks. But I like boys who know how to use them better.” She gave my cock a tight squeeze that caused me to groan, half in pain and half in pleasure. I made another silent wish that I wouldn’t suddenly ejaculate. That would not have been a pleasant sight.
After she finished groping my manhood, she stepped back and looked me up and down. She rested her hand on her chin as she focused on my cock. “Open your legs a little,” she said. I did as she asked. She walked back to my cock and took it in her hands again. I was more than a bit surprised when she pushed it down and back against my body. She forced it to go back against my body. Once she had it in a certain position she said, “Close your legs.” I did and found that by doing so my legs blocked my cock from view. Now I understood what she had done. She had given me a “man-gina.” She looked at me now and said, “As much as I like that look, I prefer your cock. Let me see it again.” I opened my legs and my cock snapped back into place. This entire process had been a bit painful given the nature of my erection.
“Let’s see, what do I want to do now?” she said.