Lady in the shopping mall
Lady at the Mall (translation)
Author: Andy5v
The mall was full of people, but that was good, more choice. I watched the ladies walking by and selected a medium-height attractive brunette. She was one of those who not only thought but knew she was better than the rest. She proudly carried a Neiman Marcus bag, a symbol of her high social status. Yes, she was good. I could see her self-love imprinted on her forehead. She was a true high-society bitch.
You see, not long ago I was a nobody. That was before I found the ring of power. Simply put, this small ring gives me control
over any person. There was a time when I couldn't control anyone, and I wanted to cry from it, now I can completely control anyone I choose. I'm still testing how much I can subjugate people."Come here, lady," I command, as she walked past as if I wasn't even there.
She looks shocked that I said something to her, and disgust appears on her face that I had the audacity to look at her, let alone tell her what to do.
"Yes, I said, come here," I say again. That got her full attention.
"What?" she replied. She was preparing to tell me my place when she noticed she was already walking to where I was sitting.
"Just come here and don't make a fuss," I said, looking straight into her eyes.
She came to where I was sitting, and I saw anger in her eyes. She just stood there, looking down at me.
"Lift your skirt and let me see your legs," I said with a smile.
"Nice legs."
"What?" she said. Now she noticed she was holding her skirt so I could see her panties. "My God, what am I doing?"
"You're following my requests and doing well," I replied.
"No, this can't be happening in any way. It's impossible."
"Oh, yes, but somehow it is happening. Unbutton your blouse," I commanded.
"No, I'm leaving," she said. She watched, amazed at her own behavior following my requests. She unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, revealing a black lace bra to my view.
When she realized her situation, she screamed into the crowd, "Please, someone help me." No one responded because they are blind and deaf to us, as it turned out.
"They can't hear you," I say. "Now let's see what kind of bra you're wearing. Take off the blouse."
She complied and now transformed from a self-loving woman standing in hesitation into a frightened young woman in my complete power. She now stands before me in an elegant black bra that shapes her 34C breasts. Her milky-white skin stands out against the silky lace.
"Looks beautiful. Now take off the skirt so I can get a better look at you."
"Please stop this. I don't know what's happening, but please stop. I can't do this," she moaned, but removes the skirt and stands before me only in her bra, panties, stockings, and shoes.
"Very good. Turn around."
She turned, displaying the black lace panties covering the milky-white skin of her ass.
"Bend over, spread your legs, and touch your toes."
She bent over, and I admired her ass, covered by the smooth silk of her panties.
"Good. Turn around and take off the bra, let's see your tits."
"No," she said, removing the bra and showing her beautiful breasts with dark nipples, now hard from the cool air.
"Stand up straight, where's your pride," I command. She straightened up and thrust out her chest for me with a look of a rape victim. She can't believe this is happening and now knows she is powerless to stop me.
"Good, take off the rest of your clothes, but stay in the shoes."
"Please, mister, stop this. I'll just leave and never tell anyone if you just stop," she pleaded as she removes her panties, exposing a very neatly trimmed bush above her slit. She now stands naked before me, but in red sandals.
"Please, I can't take this. This isn't right," she continued.
"Yes, and I think you can take it, and I even think you're starting to enjoy it," I said, studying the pleasure centers in her brain, and applied a slight influence.
"Ohhh," she gasped, surprised by the sudden rush of endorphins that flooded her bloodstream from my actions.
"This isn't really happening," she whispered.
Her nipples puckered into hard peas and moisture appeared between her legs.
"Looks like you're getting off," I said sarcastically.
"No, I hate it, you're horrible," she says, but at that moment I
influence again, and she lets out a long, joyful moan as her body shakes with pleasure.
"No, please stop what you're doing. It's not right. I have a husband and two young sons."
I influence again, and that finishes her. Without my help, she begins to jerk her hips back and forth in a sensual surge. There's no doubt she's building towards a powerful orgasm she can't control. When she stopped thrashing, I applied a strong influence to both her pleasure center and her clitoris. She groaned and curled up in an animalistic ecstasy that boiled through her body and mind. I let her sink to the floor, shaking in complete rapture. I doubt she's ever had such a powerful orgasm.
"Oooooh, my God," she moaned as she lay on the mall floor. I sit and watch her as she can't yet fully comprehend what happened to her. She was still undressed, except for her shoes, and she couldn't resist the movement of her hand between her legs, squeezing out the remnants of the madness she just experienced.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"What happened? How did you do this to me?" she asked, looking up at me. She is no longer angry like a few seconds ago.
"I've never felt like that. It was so magnificent," she added.
"Good, get up and suck my penis," I said.
"What?" she exclaimed.
"Get up and suck my penis," I said, pulling out my eight-inch erect cock.
"No, I can't do that. I don't even do that for my husband," she exclaimed.
"Oh, you'll do it for me, you little bitch. Now get on your hands and knees and finally take your hand off your pussy," I command.
I see she's completely not recovered from her multiple orgasms and didn't even know she was still rubbing her pussy.
"Oh, my God," she said when she looked down at her hand and immediately stopped moving it. "What have you done to me?"
"Come here right now," I growled.
She looked up at me and slowly got on her knees. The sight of this beautiful, respectable woman crawling on the floor like a dog sent a thrill through me. Yes, I will pour all my cum into her.
"Please, just let me go," she asked.
"Shut up, bitch, you're going to suck me off, and I'll make you love it," I said as she knelt before me.
"Put your fingers in your pussy, bitch."
She did as I said.
"Now lick the juice from your pussy off your fingers."
"No, please," she said, licking her fingers.
I sat up higher and moved my cock towards her face. "Lick it."
She stretched her head forward and licked the head, getting some pre-cum that had emerged from the cock's slit.
"Now suck it," I said, feeling in my gut that I was ready to release my seed. Watching this respectable lady on her knees with a wet pussy sucking my cock was too cool.
"Uuugghhhh," she said with the cock in her mouth as the first stream of cum hit her throat.
"Keep sucking and swallow it all."
She had no choice, although some cum leaked from the corners of her mouth. I poured a lot into her, and she took most of it. It was a big experience of satisfying a man for her.
"Lick it all clean."
She did her best to clean all the cum off my penis.
The passersby in the mall had no idea what was happening.
"Good, rub your pussy," I said, standing up.
Her hand moved to her crotch to her still excited clitoris.
"You'll love the feeling of your hand. Your arousal is increasing, you can't stop it, but you also won't be able to cum until I allow it," I commanded.
"No, please," she said as her hand began to frantically rub her pussy. She was extremely aroused but remained on the very edge of a magnificent orgasm.
I stood up and walked into the crowd of shoppers, and she watched me.
"Please," she asked, thinking I would leave her unsatisfied.
"Okay," I said and allowed her the orgasm, but I also removed the veil of invisibility.
As I walked into the crowd, I heard her moans and cries as she reached the peak of pleasure she had never known. I also heard the people in the crowd murmur as they suddenly saw a woman lying on the floor in front of them, masturbating.
The next day I read that she had been arrested but released on her husband's recognizance. She was undergoing a psychiatric evaluation. I laughed, thinking that perhaps she learned a lesson about how to treat others.
Author's e-mail: piterko@inbox.ru