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Joy C. James
Bound By His Eyes (Erotica, Mind Control, Sex, Slave, Straight)
Bound By His Eyes (Erotica, Mind Control, Sex, Slave, Straight)
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In this 3,600 word story, a young woman finds herself staring into the eyes of a handsome man, and finds her entire world turns upside down as he enthralls her with his captivating gaze, transforming her into his willing and wanton sex slave. Mature audiences only.
-EXCERPT-
I nearly faint, nearly lose my mind completely, when he speaks to me, “You're exactly who I've been looking for.”
“I am?” I ask, nearly breathless, my eyes still locked to his.
“You're mine now,” he explains, his voice warm and commanding. “You've always been mine. You've just never known it before now.”
I nodded, agreeing immediately. “I'm yours. Take me.”
There's some strange babbling in my ears, something unimportant but annoying. My friends, I'm sure, worrying about this man, not understanding the special perfection that's happened between me and this man, the man who I belong to, who has claimed me with his eyes. They complain, ask me what's wrong. I just smile – they don't know, can't know, and that's their own sad fact of life.
“You should come with me,” the man with the eyes says. “I need to have you now.”
I rise up immediately, pulled by the lovely strings that bind me to him. “Of course. You can have me any way you want...” And I stop, grasping for a name, something to call him.
“My name is David,” he fills in for me. “But you can call me master.”
“Master,” I agree, loving the taste of the word in my mouth. “Take me wherever you want to, master. Master me, my master.”
-EXCERPT-
I nearly faint, nearly lose my mind completely, when he speaks to me, “You're exactly who I've been looking for.”
“I am?” I ask, nearly breathless, my eyes still locked to his.
“You're mine now,” he explains, his voice warm and commanding. “You've always been mine. You've just never known it before now.”
I nodded, agreeing immediately. “I'm yours. Take me.”
There's some strange babbling in my ears, something unimportant but annoying. My friends, I'm sure, worrying about this man, not understanding the special perfection that's happened between me and this man, the man who I belong to, who has claimed me with his eyes. They complain, ask me what's wrong. I just smile – they don't know, can't know, and that's their own sad fact of life.
“You should come with me,” the man with the eyes says. “I need to have you now.”
I rise up immediately, pulled by the lovely strings that bind me to him. “Of course. You can have me any way you want...” And I stop, grasping for a name, something to call him.
“My name is David,” he fills in for me. “But you can call me master.”
“Master,” I agree, loving the taste of the word in my mouth. “Take me wherever you want to, master. Master me, my master.”
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