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This story contains descriptions of sexual acts. It is a work of fiction
and should remain so.

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     The dancing and sex were hot and heavy around us. Everywhere we
looked sweating bodies bumped and gyrated. Melissa and Amanda wanted to go
dance, as did Linda and Charlene, so I let them off my arms and found my
self unencumbered for the moment.
     It had been one hell of a night. I looked at myself in a mirror on
the wall and had to laugh. How the hell had things ended up like this? I
had never asked for this 'gift'. The voice. I had to admit that it had
made my life more interesting, but I also wondered if its greatest gift to
me was the self-confidence it brought. It was a sure thing when I asked a
woman to do things for me, but how much of it was the marvellous hypnotic
effect, and how much was positive projection (the most winning quality
women admire in men)?
     Looking down at Amanda and Melissa on the dance floor as they rubbed
bodies against one another, I knew that their incestuous affair begun
earlier this night was due in whole to my influence, but at the same time,
did they just need a nudge in the right direction to open up their lives?
Surely, they wouldn't have chosen to engage in a mother-daughter sexual
relationship, but did it really have to be me to free them? or would
another man have been able to break into either one of their lives and
satisfy them?
     I had no illusions about a long term relationship with any of the
four ladies I brought here tonight. I had brought dozens of others, and I
would bring dozens more, until I was a crotchity old man with a spotty
dick. Such was my fate, and I accepted that. These women would be taken to
their sexual limits, and beyond, and then they would be free to do what
they wished.
     And even though they would be gone like any of the others I had known
in the past, I would still remember them, like I did all the others that I
had touched. Early in my sexual life I had been less... mature... about
how I applied the voice. I had done damage, some of which I had been able
to fix, some which I couldn't, and some I felt justified in doing.
     Amanda was like so many rich wives, caught up in the power and the
security. She should have taken a lover years ago if she had resigned
herself to a loveless marriage for the sake of her daughter. Of the four,
she appealed to me the most. We were close in age, and perhaps if things
were different. Well, they weren't.
     Melissa was just at the beginning of her sexual life. I had made sure
that sex for her had not been a fumbling and ignorant thing. The only
limits were imagination and mood.
     Linda had been pathetic, caught in an endless cycle of negativity.
Perhaps she was being a little more kinky than was healthy tonight, but
she needed to enjoy that power.
     Charlene was the object lesson. Eventually I would release her
totally. As cruel as I had been with the separation of her from her life,
it wouldn't last. I didn't have the right to just take away someone's
life. I could only hope that she would come away from the submissive
experience humbled. She was being shown what using someone was like. The
men she had held under her sexual thumb had not been paraded around naked
with a dildo up their ass, but they may as well have been.
     It was true, I got off using women, treating them like objects.
Eventually, my conscience would assert itself, like it was doing now, and
I would understand the consequences. Living a life being able to control
minds became quite petty sometimes. There were those with similar gifts
that used them indiscriminately. To them, the act of controlling, the act
of sex, was the crux of their existence. I had heard of celebrities being
used by my fellows, of horrible acts perpetrated on innocent victims,
people forced into utter degradation. Did these violators not know that
ultimately they hurt themselves far worse than their puppets?
     It was late, and I was getting melancholy.

     Linda and Charlene necked on the dance floor, looking like Mutt and
Jeff with their height difference. Linda had her gloved hand in Charlene's
cunt, and the tall woman was pumping her hips with the frigging. The throb
of the dance beat set the pace for all the patrons, and the flashing
lights in a rainbow of colours echoed the high energy. Moans and laughter
rose up through the grating and washed over me.
     Amanda and Melissa had stripped each other. They danced beautifully
in their stockings. They shook what they had, and what they had was
fabulous.
     I lifted myself from my resting position on the railing. I turned and
was surprised to see Marlena, the raven-haired reception girl standing
behind me. She smiled warmly at me and reached out to take my hand. I took
hers in mine and we descended to the dance floor. The beat pulsed through
us as we began to move. I could smell her perfume and her musk. She
wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. I let myself be drawn into
her, feeling her being consume me.
     We danced, and that was all that there was.

The End.


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