Friday, April 25, 2014

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Here's the latest:


And a brief sample:
Prelude

The boardwalk was bustling with activity: countless men and women in skimpy outfits, blowing off steam on a glorious Saturday afternoon. It was mid-June, and the weather was absolutely perfect. Even the most clueless mind-blind could sense the excitement, overhear it in the raucous laughter and carefree conversations all around. The scent of it was in the air, as sure as suntan lotion and sweat.
Of course, I could feel it more keenly, whether I wanted to or not. Even with my barriers firmly in place, I could feel the psychic presence of the throng all around me. The pressure was constant and intense, little whispers and snippets of emotion leaking through. Really, it felt more like I was beneath the ocean than beside it. Unfinished snippets of pop jingles bubbled all around me like foam, while sexual tension seethed all around me like the undertow. I could pick out the odd stray thought even through the shield. Right now, a man was staring fixedly at my bikini-clad ass from across the way.
So that’s why I almost missed it when the hot dog vendor repeated himself, “That’ll be eight dollars, miss.”
‹Dumb bitch is probably high. Nice tits though.›
The irritation and frank appraisal did a better job of catching my attention than his nasal voice.
I didn’t let my own annoyance show. Instead I slapped on a big, toothy grin and replied, “Oh, sorry. Didn’t get much sleep last night.” Then I reached into my purse and slipped a one dollar bill out of my billfold. As I did it, I let my barriers slip.
The boardwalk lit up like the Vegas strip. Everyone glowed with their own special inner light, like little stars… You know, if the stars were obsessed with sex, fueled by beer and made you frustrated instead of warm. Being someplace so crowded, it was almost blinding.
Of course, the noise was the point. Moreover, amid the chaos, nobody could hear my abilities. I extended a thin tendril of my own light into the scrawny hot dog vendor’s head, shimmering icy blue and focused on a single suggestion:
«This is twenty dollars.»
The illusion was about more than words, or the command to believe. As I offered the bill, I focused on the image of a crisp, clean twenty laid over it. I could almost see it too. Being able to fool yourself was the first step in being a good Pusher. Inflexible minds didn’t last long.
The others liked to emphasize that.
The vendor took the dollar, and gave me twelve back. He said, “Good day,” only thinking, ‹Moron.›
“You too,” I smiled sweetly as I tucked away the ‘change’ and picked up my lunch.
As I turned away, his frustration with me segued into the beginnings of a vibrant but improbable scenario involving his cock and my ass, so I swiftly raised my barriers again. The first rule of reading minds was knowing when to shut it all out. Even controlling them was less important than that.
Maybe ten minutes later, I found a spot on a bench and ate my lunch, wondering what the day would bring.

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Industrial espionage... that's a paddlin'.

Here's the latest work:


It's about a young woman who has been implanted with a mind control chip... only to get hacked by figures wanting to steal the plans for it. Spankings abound - just had them on my mind this week.

Here's an excerpt:
“Turn around and look at me,” Mr. McNeil commanded firmly.
I turned around. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words would come out.
“Tell me,” he continued, “Precisely how late you are.”
My eyes flicked down to my watch, and I said, “Sixteen minutes and twelve seconds, Sir. But-”
“Come here, set down your purse and place your hands on the table, palms down,” my boss cut me off, rising from his seat. He set his phone on the table.
I tried to talk again, but my mouth just hung open stupidly. I walked to him, letting my purse slide off my shoulder and onto an empty seat. Then I bent forward and planted my hands on the table’s smooth, cool surface. I turned to look at Mr. McNeil, wondering what he was going to do.
He stepped beside me and asked, “Why were you late, Riley?”
I wanted to lie, to blame it on traffic, but all that would spill out of my traitorous mouth was, “I overslept, Sir.”
“That’s very naughty,” Mr. McNeil said. His voice was still stern, but there was a bulge in his slacks. He asked me, “Wasn’t it, Riley?”
I knew my boss liked the way I looked. I’d caught a few glances checking me out. But he had never, in the seven months I’d been working here, ever made an inappropriate comment or tried to touch me.
This was new and frightening.
Eyes wide at the knowledge this was turning him on, right in front of a group of strangers, all I could do was whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me how naughty you were, Riley.” He was insistent.
I replied, voice still soft, “Very naughty, Sir.” My fingers clenched a bit at the table at the admission. All I could think was that maybe I was having a bad dream, like the kind where you’re naked in front of your whole class in school. Maybe I would wake up any moment…
Mr. McNeil continued, “What would you do to keep your job, Riley? Would you accept a punishment other than firing?”
I looked down at the table, not wanting to think about the bulge in his pants. I had to be dreaming. There was no way he would talk like this in front of half a dozen witnesses. Feeling a little more brave at the realization, I tried to put a little confidence in my voice when I refused him…
Except that all that came out of my mouth was, “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me, Riley,” he asked, “Were you ever spanked as a child?”
“Yes, Sir.” My mouth, no longer at all under my control, seemed determined to make me die of shame.
Mr. McNeil’s hand touched my lower back. The contact was light, barely there, but it was still unexpected enough to make me flinch. He asked me, “Do you think that spanking is an appropriate punishment for a naughty girl?”
I’m not a girl, I wanted to say, I’m a college graduate. The thought was intense enough to help me keep my stupid mouth shut even if I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

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