Jaycee's Blog - Fri, Dec 17

After she got a taste for control (over me) on Thursday, Priya seemed to have developed a bit of a dominant streak. She asked for the ability to make people follow willingly any verbal instruction she would give them. In other words, every instruction would sound like a great idea and the target would do it with enthusiasm.

The first thing she did was to speak to me:

"Go into the bathroom and beat off loudly until you come."

Which, if I'm being honest, was a fantastic idea! It didn't take very long—I imagined having sex with her, got hard very quickly, and got it done very quickly. When I came out, she had changed into comfortable clothing to go outside (woolen leggings, long skirt, thick white yellow sweater, and so forth). She ordered me to join her, which I was only happy to do.

I asked her what was out first stop, and she said she wanted to drop by and talk to a colleague. When I pressed her on her intent, she told me to shut up, so I did. It turns out this colleague is someone named Lydia, a secretary two desks down who uses her good looks to get away with doing no work at all. When we approached her desk, Lydia was quick to put up a front of sympathy toward Priya.

"Oh, Priya," she said, "I'm so sorry about what Derek did! If I'd known he was like tha--"

"Be silent," Priya said. "You've been using those tits of yours to avoid doing any work, and Mike is too dumb to realize you're working him. Now it's time to put your assets to use and give him what you've teased him about all these months. Go fuck him right now and do anything he wants you to do."

(You've probably guess, as I have, that Mike is Lydia's boss.)

Lydia nodded in complete agreement and excused herself. SHe opened her boss' office, closed the door behind her, and (I imagine) gave him the best sex of his life.

I was surprised by Priya's imagination and self-control. With an ability like that, I would have had women all over me, begging for sex. Priya, however, didn't use the ability for personal gain or for sex. We went to a few restaurants where she ordered the owner or cashier to let a homeless person eat for free, or a few stores where people wouldn't have to pay for their purchases. At a local museum, she invited a few street beggars to visit for free (with the added benefit of getting out of the cold). It was all very charitable.

At some point, while we were in the museum, I noticed a very sexy redhead locking arms with an older man in a business suit. When Priya followed my glance, she rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"You're looking at her like a piece of meat," she said. "You're imagining her naked, aren't you? Tell the truth"

I couldn't lie and said yes.

"And you're thinking about having sex with her, yes?"

Again, I couldn't lie. Yes.

"Tell you what. Would you like her to strip before you right here, in the middle of the museum?"

"There's people everywhere," I protested. Fortunately, no kids, just adults.

"They won't notice if I tell them to ignore what she's doing, right?"

"I suppose not," I replied.

"You two," she told the couple, "stay where you are and pay attention."

The businessman and the redhead looked at her attentively.

"You, lady, please sit here." Priya pointed at a chair next to the wall. The woman obeyed. "You," she told her male companion, "look at that painting and ignore everything that's going on here."

The man went to stand in front of the painting and studied it carefully. Then, in a loud voice, Priya ordered everybody else in the vicinity to go about their business as usual no matter what happened. Finally, she turned to me and told me to do a lap dance for the redhead I was lusting after.

I started to protest, but of course she shut me up. It was a good idea anyway. That beautiful woman deserved a treat, and even if I wasn't the best-looking man in the area, I figured she might enjoy the role reversal a bit. I peeled my clothes off one layer at a time, swinging my hips and shaking my booty like my momma taught me. (Well no, my mom didn't teach me that, it's just an expression.)

When it was all done (and I was beet red with embarrassment), Priya told the woman to forget this had ever happened and to return to her gentleman companion. To me, she just said to remember how that felt next time I had the urge to control people. Honestly, I was a little turned out by the act, but I wasn't about to contradict someone who could further embarrass me with a few instructions.

The only time of the day when she did something slightly selfish (other than her order to Lydia) was when (after we'd had a free dinner and a little too much booze) we were accosted by the police by the roadside. She asked the officer (a man) to have his companion (a plain-looking and stocky woman) to come up to her window.

"Why don't you two go back to your car and go fuck yourselves."

The wording was a little imprecise, which left some room for interpretation—but not much. The pair went back to their vehicle. The woman bent forward on the front hood, dripped her pants, and gestured for her male partner to "get in there." Not that he could have done anything else. Orders were orders. He got all up into her business and it didn't seem to matter that it was pretty cold outside. We didn't stick around.

All in all, I thought Priya was pretty decent and selfless. Way more than I tend to be when I get these abilities. It may be that she doesn't have a very strong libido or doesn't think about sex as often as I do. Or maybe she's just a good person.

Today, she's on her own. She asked for the ability to read people's minds. As soon as it was granted, she looked at me and faked a look of disgust.

"Do I ever have clothes on when you think about me?"

Yeah, no, not really. I didn't have to give the answer out loud.

"Then I think I'm going to have this day all by myself."

So that's what she's up to at the moment. I'm jealous, that's an ability I'd have enjoyed for sure.

Oh well, them's the breaks, as they say.

--Jaycee