erogenousmind:“I don’t really need to say anything, do I, Amy?” She’d been

erogenousmind: “I don’t really need to say anything, do I, Amy?” She’d been bratty. It wasn’t really like her, and it certainly wasn’t something he tolerated, but something had been building up inside her. She wanted to be punished. She wanted to disobey and she didn’t want to get away with it. No, that’s wasn’t right…she didn’t want to disobey. She loved to obey. It felt amazing. She had already changed like he had told her to. She was eager for everything he had planned. But for some reason, she couldn’t have even said why, she wanted to be disciplined, so she had mouthed off. She may have gotten a little carried away, even. It wasn’t just defiant, she had actually been a little mean. His response was too sudden for her to feel guilty about it though. That stare…he’d laughed about the cliches before. What a good dom could do with just a gaze. He had also said that, as silly as it seemed, there was some truth to it. She was realizing how much truth right now. She’d been fixed with that stare. “I…um…no, Sir,” Ami responded meekly. At first, she had been worried he was upset. She probably had crossed a line. But she knew he wasn’t one to lose his temper, or even get mad without extreme provocation. Certainly, she had never made him mad, and she prayed she never did. But he was calm, as disciplined as ever. And she saw the error in her thinking. Amy misbehaved hoping she might be punished. But Sir would never punish her because she wanted to be punished. He would punish her when she needed to be punished. And he knew that she knew the difference. For her transgression, her behavior would be corrected. She would be disciplined, but the punishment she had hoped for would have to wait. And it seemed, for now at least, his gaze was enough to correct her behavior. “You have stared into these eyes many times. But they’ve never quite looked like this, have they?” “N-No…Sir,” it felt difficult to speak. And it was true. His gaze had made her feel powerless before, as she lost herself his eyes…in his words. Feeling her mind give in gradually. She had always loved gazing into his eyes as he entranced her. They were so inviting. So deep. This was different though. She was powerless, but it was through the sheer force of his will. His eyes bore down on her and she found it so difficult to keep her eyes up. To look back at him. She felt so small… After a few more second her head bowed. Partly in submission and partly just to escape his eyes. But it did no good. Amy could still feel them on her. She fidgeted back and forth a little, tried to find a place to look. She hadn’t been wearing much to begin with; stockings, lingerie, and heels. But she felt completely naked before him right now. Naked in a way she had never felt before…exposed. She needed some release from the pressure of his gaze. “I’m…I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry I talked back. Please, Sir. Please forgive me.” The words fell out of Amy’s mouth. Maybe that was what he wanted. And she was sorry, but she just needed to get those eyes off of her. It was too much. They were so…dominating. “I forgive you, Amy, “he replied, his voice calm, level. “I forgave you the moment you spoke. But this is not about forgiveness. This is about training you. This is a lesson to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” “What can I…” Amy looked up as she began to ask. That was a mistake. She saw his eyes again, their full force staring through her, and her legs almost gave. It was too much, like there was no filter. All his command over her, his will, his control were directed right at her. It was so overwhelming, it was hard to think of anything accept trying to shield herself…or give into it. It struck her, suddenly. For just a moment the thought put that unrelenting pressure out of her mind. She had been feeling that urge the moment he turned his eyes to her, but she had been too frightened, too overcome, to seriously consider it. She wanted to submit to him. That stare, the power in it, was compelling her to give herself to him, completely. To surrender herself to him. But it had been too much. As much as she relished her submission to him, as much as she adored those moments when she could be totally his, this was just so raw. Seeing the power of his gaze for what it was, Amy knew she had no real choice. Unless he chose to relent, she could only stand and squirm and try and avoid looking at him, all the while the feeling growing. Eventually, she would give in. The thought excited her to no end. She steadied herself for a moment, turning her body towards him, her head bowed low. Carefully, and as expressively as she could, Amy dropped to her knees. “Good girl,” he said, and nothing more. Still, Amy could feel his eyes on her. What else could she do? She had yielded physically. She would give him anything, if only he would stop. She wasn’t sure if she could take much more. Not knowing what else to do, she waited on her knees, head bowed, eyes cast to the floor. After a moment, he broke the silence. “You know you cannot escape my stare. And it will not relent. You will only have peace when you give in completely.” Amy shivered, but she was not sure why. “You avert your eyes out of respect, but also out of fear. When you are ready for solace, you will have to look. You will have to give yourself over completely. You will have to stare back and you will have to give in.” Amy knew Sir was right. She was scared. But what choice did she have? Slowly, cautiously, she raised her head. She raised her eyes to meet his and… She was falling. Her will pulled from her. Deeper and deeper into his eyes. Somewhere behind where her focus was now tumbling, her face was going slack, her eyes vacant. The stare was gone…or rather, it was all around her. She was inside it. The eye of the storm. She was his…she belonged to Sir. Deeper and deeper she fell…her thoughts fading… Deeper… Deeper… -- source link

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