Neil - Part 1- The Power of a Voice

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Neil - Part 1 - The Power of a Voice

"I bet I could do it..." he snickered to himself. Should he call and prove it now, or wait until they were in person again? Why not call her...why not
test the theory? At the very least, he could use the quality of their relationship together to manipulate her. He could tell her that unless she
did what he told her, he'd disappear and never speak to her again. But what if he didn't have to resort to such means? What if it all worked out as
planned? And if it really worked....ooooo, then......

"Hello?"

"Cait." His tone was flat. Determined. A sharp inhale filled the opposite end of the phone line. His mind raced, contemplating ideas...instructions,
suggestions, getting his way with her. She began talking, small talk, but he didn't hear a word.

"Listen to me very carefully, Cait," he soothed. His voice was gentle, his pace and tone assertive. "I want you to sit down, to be very quiet, and to
listen. Do you hear me?"

"Yes," she whispered. She almost sounded conquered already... She would be an easy catch, and when he had her - really had her, not just over the phone
- he would have all he pleased...

"Cait, I want you to do something for me." He'd managed the most resonant, deep, hypnotic voice he could. He knew it could be done. He knew he'd
gained her trust enough to have the power to do it. But would it really work? The only way to prove it was to try. Her voice, a soft whisper,
complied with his instructive tone. "What?"

Where to go from here? He was experimenting. Plenty of time to find direction. "What are you wearing?"

He heard her breathing quiver. A thrill of achievement ran over his skin. Success. "A robe," she whispered finally.

"Is that all?"

"Yes." No wonder, this early in the day. A day off, she'd told him. No work to do today, she'd told him. And the apartment to herself, she'd told
him. A perfect day.

"Good. Now, Caitlyn......?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to open your robe for me, Cait," he drawled seductively.

Silence. Would she do it?

Silence. She was thinking, searching escape....he knew her.

"Caitlyn!" His voice was jarring, meant to get her attention, then softly he started again, "I said, open your robe for me."

He heard her breathing change as she moved, heard the soft rustle of fabric near the phone. "Are you doing it?"

"Yes." Her whisper made her sound like a child, small, quiet, tentative.

Ooo, how wonderful it would be when he succeeded! He would use her like his little doll, any time he wanted, any way he wanted.... He would train her
to obey him, then he would use her. Position her where he wanted, how he wanted, when he wanted. He would own her body. He would have his pleasure
whenever he chose...

"Caitlyn, close your eyes. Just listen to the sound of my voice. Just relax and listen. You cannot escape me. You will relax and listen to me.
Do you understand me?"

"Yes," said the small voice.

"Are your eyes closed?"

"Yes."

"Good, Caitlyn. Now I want you just to relax, I want you to listen very, very closely. You're feeling very relaxed, very heavy. You feel as though
on the edge of sleep, but you want to listen to me. Don't you, Caitlyn?"

"Yes."

"Are you relaxed?"

"Yes."

"Good girl. Now, I want you, very slowly, to use your free hand, and caress the space just below your throat, down to the space between your
breasts....very slowly," he imagined her doing it. "Very, very slowly. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Are you doing it?"

"Yes."

"Goooood...very good. Mmmmm. Those are my fingers you're feeling on your skin, Caitlyn. You feel powerless to stop me. You can't move to stop me,
you can only feel the fire of my touch. You can't move, can you Caitlyn?"

"No," her voice was almost a whimper....

"Mmmmm, you like this, don't you Caitlyn?"

"Yes..."

He smiled to himself. This would be fun! The opportunities would be endless!

"That's it....very slowly, up and down your chest.... Now. I want you to move your fingers just a little, sliding just a little closer to one of your
breasts. I"m sliding my touch closer to your breast, Caitlyn. Are you doing it?"

"Mmm hmmm..."

"Good girl. Now you are mine, I am caressing you. You want to fight me, but you can hardly move, you are too weak to fight me. I have all power
over you. Do you understand me?"

A moan. Good, very good. Even her breathing was sharper, more shallow than before.

"Does this make you excited, Caitlyn?"

Silence.

"I want you to tell me - does this make you excited?" It was like playing a game of "Simon Says".

"Yes." The whisper was softer than before. But that was fine. All that is needed for now is the power, not the volume. Not yet... Volume could be
had later.

"Can you move to escape me?"

"No." The answer came almost as a whisper, a plea.

"Goood. You are mine, and you cannot move to escape me now. Now, slowly, very very slowly, I want you to begin circling your breast with your
fingers. This is MY touch...this is my fingers, and you can't move, you can't stop me. Do you understand?"

Another moan.

"Closer and closer, I want you to caress your breast."

Faster breathing. This was working better than he'd expected!

"You want to stop me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"But you can't. You can't escape me, can you?"

"No..."

"You feel too weak to fight me, you feel only the pleasure, don't you?"

"Yes."

He was winning. Slowly taking his prey. More would be had later, this was just the first step, the planning stages... Set the stage, then later all
the options would be open...

"Caitlyn, I want you to imagine my weight pressing you down. You cannot move. You feel my fingers caressing you, the weight of my body pressing you
down, and you cannot move. You can only feel my caresses, and my touch excites you, but you can do nothing more. You can't even speak, you can't
scream, your voice is so weak you can only whisper. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

Taking his time, he guided her through more caresses, had her imagine gentle kisses, ever so slowly increasing the pace of her breathing, ever so slowly
bringing the touch closer to her nipple. When she moaned a soft, desperate sounding moan, he knew he was getting closer to his goal. She was excited
now, and he could take it even further.

"Now, very gently, I want you to pinch the nipple, Caitlyn."

A soft gasp, another soft moan. He relished hearing her reactions, her responses. All this would be for his taking...

"Are you excited, Cait?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now I want you to listen very carefully.... ....Caitlyn?"

"Yes?"

"I am your Master now. From now on, when I want you to, you will do as I wish. You are my slave, and you will do as I wish. Do you understand?"

Another moan, a plea, a begging. He feared he might have pushed too far, that he'd lose her. Best to back up a bit...

"Caitlyn, from now on, whenever I touch you like this, and if say, 'Listen to me, slave," you will instantly feel weak, powerless, relaxed, helpless
and powerless, and you will not be able to resist me for 15 seconds. If I touch you this way and say that, you will lose all defenses. Do you
understand?"

"Yes." Her whisper was really shaking now.

"Does this excite you?"

"Yes."

"Good. When I say, 'Listen to me, slave," you will suddenly feel helpless. How long will you be powerless to fight me?"

"15 seconds."

"Yes, that's right." He'd thought a lot about this before. Why not make her entirely under his power? That would be no fun. Nothing to take. Let
her struggle if she wanted, once he'd had a chance to arrange things his way. All that was necessary was just a few....

"That's right. For 15 seconds you will not be able to resist me, then as if waking from a dream, you will regain your normal thoughts. Do you
understand?"

"Yes..."

"Good. Now Caitlyn, on the count of 5 I want you to return to your normal thoughts. You will hang up the phone, and you will not remember this call.
But you will feel energized, and you will be thinking only of your Master and how he will come to take you later. You will be excited all day. Do
you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Good girl. Ready.... One... Two....Three...Four...."


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Dazed and a bit confused, Caitlyn closed her robe, wondering how it got that way. Must have fallen asleep here, she thought. She moved to close it,
then thought again... She felt restless, a bit on edge. Desire was in her blood, and it was always hard to concentrate when she got that way...

She thought of him again. Would he call her today? Send email? They'd meet soon.....

She wondered what would happen when they met......

Excited, she began to caress her belly.....