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Slave by Thoughts

"Are you dumb, or do you do this to irritate me?" Sunitha asked Amar
in exasperation.

"I'm sorry", he apologized.

"For what? For being born? Or for being here?"

"For forgetting the sugar", he clarified in his typical pleading tone.

"Oh just get out of my sight", she dismissed him.

Amar decided that was the best course of action for him. He went into
the living room and parked himself in front of the television.

Behind him he Sunitha muttering to herself, "God alone knows why I
have to suffer this. What is my mistake? Having married his brother.
How did I know I would be saddled with this idiot. I just wish my visa
comes through. Today I will put an end to this. Either they take him
back to the village or put him in a home for the mentally challenged.
What am I a baby-sitter?"

Amar's heart sank within him. He never wanted to screw up, but it
seemed like she searched for ways to fault him. He had tried to
explain to her that she hadn't written sugar on the list, but she had
turned it around and made it sound like it had been all his fault. He
wondered why he couldn't be assertive around her. With her he seemed
to lose all his composure and confidence.

He thought about the chain. He wondered if it would really work. The
inscription had said it would, but he was sure it was all a joke. What
if it didn't work? He would end up looking like a fool.

He had found a box between the rocks on the beach. It caught his eye
because of the fine craftsmanship. But inside lay a bigger treasure, a
chain of exquisite beauty. On the inside of the top of the box was an
inscription in Sanskrit. It had taken him a month to decipher it. The
message, when he read it completely had shocked him.

"Use well this gift O Lord, for it contains immense power.
All her love on you the wearer shall shower.
Hold this treasure in your right palm,
And order it to be your charm.
To her then gift this chain,
Never will she from your thought command restrain."

The night after he had cracked the message, he had held the chain in
his palm and ordered it to be his charm. He was not sure what he
expected, but nothing happened. He had repeated it all nights of the
week, and felt foolish after each attempt. On the eighth day as he
held it in his palm, he distinctly heard a voice in his head say, "I
am yours now. Fear not. Show me to the woman."

He had dismissed it as his fantasy, but the voice returned with the
same message every time he held it in his palm.

Amar decided that he had nothing to lose and went to his room. He took
the chain out of the box and held it in his palm.

"You have decided right. After she wears it, every thought of yours
will be to her a command", the voice told him.

He approached the kitchen hesitantly.

"Su…Sunitha", he called her.

"What is it that you want now?" she barked back at him.

"N…nothing. Its..I…"

"Say what you have to and leave me alone", she dismissed him.

"I brought you a gift", he spurt out. Now there was no going back.

She turned around and studied him.

"You bought me a what?"

"A gift. I saw it in the market and liked it. I though it would suit
you so I picked it up. I hope you will like it."

He brought his right hand out from behind him and held out the chain,
so its entire length dangled off his palm.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She rushed to him in a hurry, like as if
attracted to a magnet.

"Amar this is beautiful. Give it to me now. I need it."

Amar was amazed at her reaction. He decided to push his luck.

"Do you mind if I put it on for you?"

"No. no I don't mind at all", she said and turned away showing her back to him.

He held the chain in front of her and then fastened the hook behind her.

She ran in to her bedroom to examine the chain in her mirror.

When she came back he asked her, "Sunitha can you make me a coffee?"

"What? Me?…Sure honey. Give me two minutes", her eyes revealed her
shock and surprise, but she went into the kitchen to make his coffee.

Amar leaned back on the couch, this was going to be interesting. In a
few moments she brought him his coffee. Her eyes reflected the
confusion in her mind. She couldn't understand why she was doing this.

He decided to see if the thought commands really worked.

"Why don't you stop wearing house coats at home and wear sarees?" he
thought to her.

Her eyes took on a quizzical look. But went into her bedroom and when
she returned she was wearing a saree. She was still wearing a puzzled
look.

He repositioned himself so that he was able to watch her in the
kitchen. She was opening the bag of groceries he had bought.

"You idiot I asked you for ginger-garlic paste not garlic paste. How
many times do I have to tell you thing?" she screamed to him.

"Shut up", he told her.

"Mmmmmmm", she said and then stopped.

She looked at him in surprise. Then she tried again, "Mmmm".

Her eyes widened in fear, as she tried repeatedly to say something but
nothing happened.

A vicious thought entered his mind and he thought, "Take off your clothes."

She shook her head, not believing what her thoughts were telling her.
But her hands went up to the pallu and dropped it. She began to
undrape her saree. Then she undid her blouse and bra. Then her skirt
and panties. She used one arm to cover her breast and another to cover
her crotch. She could not believe what she had just done.

She turned to run away.

"Come back her and stand in front of me", he thought to her.

She stopped half way through and turned around. She took one step
forward, and then another, all the while she struggled to fight her
actions, but she was unable to control herself.

"You may talk politely", he instructed her.

"What is happening to me? Why am I doing all this?" she asked.

"Maybe it is what you always wanted to do", he prompted her.

"No", she said.

"Agree to me", he thought.

"Yes. I always wanted to show myself to you."

She stopped, then wondered aloud, "What am I saying?"

"I better go", she said turning around.

"Turn around and face me. You will not move without my instruction."

Her body whipped around to face him.

"Why can't I move?" she asked him.

"I don't know. Like I said, maybe you want me to watch you", he said.

"That can't be", she told him.

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

"You feel like urinating", he thought to her.

"Oh God!", she cried.

"What happened?" he asked her.

"Nothing", she said, squeezing her thighs together.

"Spread your legs", he thought to her.

"Noooo", she cried as her thighs moved themselves apart.

"What happened?" he asked her.

"I can't keep them together", he told him.

"Why do you need to keep them together?" he asked her.

"I want to piss", she told him.

"Then why don't you go to the loo?" he asked her.

"I can't", she told him.

"Why?" he asked her.

"I can't move", she told him.

"Do you want me to help?" he asked her.

"Yes please. Please carry me to the loo", she begged him.

He moved closer to her, and thought, "Orgasm the moment I touch you."

The moment his palm touched her she screamed an orgasm. She put her
arms around him and held on for dear life.

"Oh God! Yessssssssssssssssssss. God! That is amazing."

She was panting hard.

"What happened?" he asked her.

"I…I came", she told him.

"Why? How?" he asked her.

"I don't know. You touched me and sparked it off. It was the most
amazing orgasm I ever had."

They were standing in a pool of her urine.

"Oh my God! I let go", she observed.

"Clean it up. But you will only be able to go to the toilet and get
the mop. Then you will return and clean it up. You will go no where
else", he thought.

She complied with all his instructions.

When she had finished he decided to try some more.

"Show me breast and tell me what you like having done to it", he thought.

Her arm dropped, exposing her breast.

"I like having them sucked, especially my nipples. I also like my
nipples to be pinched."

Her eyes widened in shock, "What did I just say?"

"Ask me to play with your breast", he thought to her.

"Amar, please play with my breasts", she begged him.

"Come closer then", he told her.

She walked up to him.

"Hold our your breast to me", he thought to her.

She put a palm below each breast and held it out for him. He took one
nipple in his mouth and sucked on it.

"How does it feel?" he thought to her.

"Amazing. I haven't had my nipples sucked since your brother left",
she told him.

He moved to the other nipple.

She moaned.

"Touch yourself", he thought.

Her fingers went to her cunt, and she began to touch herself.

Her moans got louder as she approached her orgasm. All the while he
kept sucking her tits.

"I'm cumming", she told him.

"Cum hard", he thought to her.

She fell backward, and began writhing on the floor, "Ohhhh. Yessss.
Don't stop. God. Amazing."

"Don' stop cumming till I tell you to", he thought to her.

"Ahhhhh. Yeah. Yeah. Nooooo, Yessss. Ohhhh", she kept squirming on the floor.

"Stop", he commanded her.

"Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhh", she moaned as her orgasm receded. Then she
lay there on the floor, tired, and worn out.

"Sit up", he commanded her.

She collected herself and sat up.

"Do you know what is happening?" he asked her.

"If you can make me feel this way, I don't want to know. Do whatever
you want to me", she told him.

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