Blind Spots

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We parked on the street near Claudia's building, a modest three-story walk-up with faded brick and window boxes that looked like they'd be filled with flowers in a few months.

"You know," she said as we got out, "this car really is nice. I was just giving you shit earlier." She ran her hand along the sleek black hood. "Though I still think sports cars are what men buy when they're having an existential crisis."

"I prefer to think of it as a reward for my hard work of… existing," I replied, which made her laugh. "Though... Yeah, okay, I'm definitely in the middle of an existential crisis," I admitted.

Claudia's apartment was on the second floor, at the end of a hallway with faded carpet. She unlocked the door and led me into a small but cozy living room. The space was clearly divided—one half meticulously organized with color-coordinated throw pillows and carefully arranged books, the other half more lived-in with a collection of art prints, stacks of cookbooks, and a small desk covered in papers.

"Home sweet home," she said, dropping her keys in a ceramic bowl by the door. "I share with Sophia, a nurse at Mercy Hospital. We… tolerate each other."

As if summoned by her name, a door down the hallway opened, and a woman emerged. Sophia was petite with short auburn hair cut in a stylish bob, wearing scrubs with cartoon cats on them. She had a cute button nose and large eyes that narrowed when she saw us. She also had quite a generous bust that I couldn't help but notice, even in her loose-fitting top.

"Seriously, Claudia? A date? Tonight of all nights?" she said, not paying me much attention. "I told you I needed some quiet time before my shift to—" She stopped abruptly as she finally looked at me, recognition dawning in her eyes. "Oh! You're… you're him. The Owner."

Her demeanor shifted instantly, not to enthusiasm but to something like resigned acceptance, the way someone might react to a police officer with a warrant. "I'm available if you need me, of course," she offered without hesitation.

Claudia smirked, clearly enjoying her roommate's discomfort. "Isn't that nice of her?"

"Maybe later," I said awkwardly, getting used to these casual offers. "We're just hanging out."

Sophia nodded, visibly relieved. "I only have a couple hours before my shift starts. I need to meal prep for the week or I'll end up eating vending machine crap again." She glanced at Claudia. "Just… keep it down, okay?"

"We'll try," Claudia replied with a grin that made Sophia roll her eyes before retreating to the kitchen.

"Come on," Claudia said, taking my hand. "Let me show you around."

Claudia gave me a quick tour. The kitchen was small but well-equipped, with copper pots hanging from a rack and a collection of spices that suggested someone who took cooking seriously. The bathroom was unremarkable except for the overwhelming number of products crowding the counter—clearly a point of contention between roommates.

Finally, she led me to her bedroom. Unlike the rest of the apartment, which felt like a compromise between two different personalities, this space was purely Claudia. The walls were a deep teal, adorned with framed vintage travel posters and black-and-white photographs. Her bed was covered with a patchwork quilt that looked handmade, and a bookshelf overflowed with cookbooks, novels, and what looked like journals. A small desk in the corner held a laptop and several stacks of papers—restaurant schedules and menus from Le Petit Château, I guessed.

"I like your room," I said, genuinely meaning it. "It feels like you."

"Thanks," she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It's the one place I don't have to compromise with Sophia's minimalist aesthetic. She thinks throw pillows should be arranged by size and color. Who does that?"

"A monster, clearly," I joked, and was rewarded with her laugh.

"Tea?" she offered, standing. "I know, tea after coffee, I'm basically committing a felony. But I like to end my days with a cup."

"Tea sounds perfect," I said, and I followed her back to the kitchen. As Claudia put an electric kettle on, I noticed Sophia in the corner, aggressively chopping vegetables on a cutting board, trying her best not to acknowledge our presence.

Claudia sighed silently, poured the hot water in a couple of cups and we moved to the living room to talk, sitting on the sofa, the muffled sound of chopping in the background.

I awkwardly tried to find a spot where to leave the tea, looking around for something to set it on.

"Sorry about the lack of a coffee table," Claudia said, gesturing to the empty space between us and the TV. "Sophia decided it was 'cluttering the energy flow' of the apartment and donated it to Goodwill without asking me."

"It was an eyesore!" Sophia called from the kitchen. "And it was my grandmother's, so technically mine to donate."

"It was in the common area," Claudia shot back. "And now we have nowhere to put our drinks except the floor, which is just asking for spills."

"We've been over this," Sophia sighed, setting down her knife with a clatter. "Buy coasters! Use the side tables! I don't care! But that table was a hideous monstrosity and I'm not apologizing for ridding the world of it."

I watched their bickering with amusement, though Sophia's sharp tone was starting to grate on me. An idea popped into my head—mischievous, inappropriate, but suddenly irresistible.

"Sophia," I said, my voice firm. "Be a coffee table for us. And get rid of your clothes. Tables don't wear clothes."

The knife clattered to the cutting board as Sophia immediately abandoned her meal prep. Without a word of protest, she walked over to us, pulling her scrub top over her head to reveal a plain white bra. Her movements were efficient but annoyed, like someone who'd been asked to take out the trash when they were in the middle of something important.

"I really need to finish that meal prep," she complained, stepping out of her pants. "My shift starts in less than two hours, and I won't have time to eat otherwise." Despite her protests, her hands moved automatically to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Claudia's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she watched her roommate strip. A flush crept up her neck, and I remembered what she'd said about being turned on by mind control. This was clearly hitting all her buttons.

Now completely naked, Sophia stood before us, hands on her hips. Her body was petite but curvy, with full breasts that seemed disproportionately large for her small frame, pale skin dotted with freckles, and a neatly trimmed triangle of auburn hair between her legs.

"How exactly am I supposed to be a table?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"Get on your hands and knees in front of the couch," I instructed. "Keep your back flat."

She complied, positioning herself between us and the TV, her back forming a flat surface. Her breasts hung down, nipples pointing at the floor, and her ass was raised slightly, giving us a view of her exposed pussy from behind. It was an incredibly lewd sight, but she just looked annoyed, like this was merely an inconvenient chore.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered. "I need to finish cooking... Can't you just order me to do this another time?"

"That's perfect," I said, ignoring her and enjoying the power of the moment. There was still room for improvement. "Sophia, from now on, believe you're actually a table. Tables don't speak or think, so be mindless and still."

Sophia's complaints cut off mid-sentence. Her eyes went blank, her body becoming perfectly still except for the slight rise and fall of her breathing. She was now just a piece of furniture, a human coffee table on display in the middle of the living room.

Claudia was staring at her still roommate with undisguised arousal, her breath coming a little faster. She ran a finger along her roommate's back, as if testing the stability of that new piece of furniture. "Jesus..." she whispered, almost reverently.

I smiled, enjoying her reaction. Then, on impulse, I decided to take things a step further.

"Claudia," I said, making eye contact with her. "Believe Sophia really is a table and forget about me ordering her to be that way."

Claudia's expression went blank for a moment, then returned to normal. She blinked a few times and continued our conversation as if nothing had happened, casually resting her mug on Sophia's back without acknowledging it was a person. I quickly grabbed the mug, not wanting her bitchy roommate to be scalded, amazed at Sophia's lack of reaction despite the visible circular red mark slowly fading on her lower back.

"What?" Claudia asked, confused, as I pushed the mug back toward her.

"Erm... I just don't like when people put mugs on a table without coasters," I lied. "It leaves rings."

She snorted at that and took another sip of her tea, nodding as she seemed to notice the red mark on Sophia's back, though she didn't seem too concerned about it. She suddenly frowned. "Wait... Where did that table come from?" she asked, looking at it in confusion. "We were just talking about... not having one, weren't we?"

I shrugged, pretending to be as puzzled. "I don't know. Maybe we missed it earlier?" I said.

"Missed it?" She seemed to find that unlikely. "Sophia? Do you know where that came from?" she called, looking toward the kitchen, but there was no answer. Sophia remained in position, silent and unmoving.

Claudia furrowed her brow. "Sophia?"

I snorted. "Believe Sophia is at work already," I told her, and her expression cleared up instantly, nodding.

"Right. I guess she is, huh? Silly of me to think she'd be here," she said, chuckling. "She left a mess in the kitchen, though...."

I couldn't help but stare at Sophia's naked body, frozen in table position. There was something incredibly arousing about having this kind of control—Claudia completely unaware that her roommate was right in front of her, and Sophia herself reduced to an inanimate object. I waved my hand in front of Sophia's face, then snapped my fingers directly in front of her eyes. Nothing. Not even a blink. Her eyes remained unfocused, staring at nothing.

"What are you doing?" Claudia asked, looking at me with amusement. From her perspective, I was just waving my hands and snapping at the side of a coffee table.

"Oh, I thought I saw a spider," I said quickly. "False alarm. So, tell me about your girlfriend. What's she like?"

Claudia's face lit up. "Her name's Renee. She's a graphic designer—super talented but completely disorganized. Like, her apartment looks like an art supply store exploded in it." She laughed, taking another sip of her tea. "We've been together about eight months. She's got this weird obsession with vintage arcade games and collects those tiny plastic dinosaurs you get from vending machines. Total weirdo, but in the best way."

"She sounds interesting," I said, genuinely curious despite being distracted by Sophia's naked body. "Did you tell her about meeting me?"

"Of course," Claudia replied casually. "We don't keep secrets."

"Even about me… you know, fucking you at the restaurant?" I asked, my hand subtly moving to rest on Sophia's bare back.

"Especially about that," she said with a grin. "She thought it was hot. Asked for details, actually." She tilted her head. "What are you doing?" She chuckled.

I was now openly caressing Sophia's back, my fingers tracing down her spine toward her ass. To Claudia, it must have looked like I was stroking thin air above a wooden coffee table.

"Claudia," I said, making direct eye contact with her, "be completely oblivious to anything sexual I do right now."

Her expression shifted slightly, then she continued talking as if nothing unusual was happening. "Anyway, Renee was pretty jealous—in a good way. She kept asking what it felt like to be commanded like that. She's the one who introduced me to the whole hypnosis scene in the first place, so she gets off on that kind of thing."

I unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants, my erection springing free. Claudia didn't react at all, continuing to chat about her girlfriend's latest art project while I positioned myself behind Sophia. I ran the tip of my cock along Sophia's pussy lips.

"Get wet," I commanded her, not sure if it would work given her current mindless state.

To my surprise, I felt her pussy growing slick against my cock, though her expression remained blank and her body didn't move an inch. It was as if her body was responding automatically while her mind remained completely absent.

"So yeah, Renee's coming back from her parents' place on Friday, next week," Claudia was saying, completely oblivious to the fact that I was now rubbing my cock against her roommate's pussy just a few feet away from her. "Maybe you could meet her sometime? I think you two would actually get along."

I thrust into Sophia's motionless body, her pussy tight and wet around my cock despite her blank expression and table-like stillness. The contrast between her physical responsiveness and her complete mental absence was incredibly arousing—like fucking a perfectly realistic sex doll that happened to be a real woman.

"Are you alright?" Claudia asked, looking at me with concern. "You seem distracted. And why are you making those noises?" She tilted her head, clearly confused by my grunting and the slight movement of my hips as I fucked her roommate right in front of her.

"I'm fine," I managed, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just… thinking about what you said. I'd love to meet Renee sometime. She sounds great."

Claudia smiled, though she still looked puzzled by my behavior. "She doesn't live around here. We actually met online on a BDSM meeting website when I got curious about that whole scene." She took another sip of her tea, completely oblivious to the fact that I was now thrusting harder into Sophia. "We usually do video calls, but we try to see each other in person at least once every two months."

"Maybe you should take a photo of me," I suggested, my breath coming faster as I felt my orgasm building. "Send it to her so she knows what I look like."

"Good idea," Claudia said, pulling out her phone. She held it up, looking confused at my strange posture and the sweat beading on my forehead.

"Why are you making that face?" she asked as I grunted, unable to completely hide my pleasure as I thrust into Sophia.

"Just… trying to look good for the photo," I managed, giving her a strained smile as she snapped the picture.

She looked at it and shrugged "You don't exactly look your best, but it'll do, I guess." She typed a quick message before putting her phone away.

A moment later, her phone chimed. Claudia glanced down at it, then her eyes widened comically. "What the fuck?" she gasped, reading the message. "Renee says… 'OMG, is our Owner fucking your roommate?'" She looked up at me, then back at her phone, then at what she perceived as just a coffee table.

Her voice trailed off as comprehension dawned. She stared directly at the "table," her eyes narrowing in concentration as if trying to see through an illusion. "Is that… is Sophia the table?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and arousal. "Did you make me not see her?"

The look of frustrated arousal on her face was priceless as she struggled to reconcile what she was seeing—or not seeing—with what she was hearing from her girlfriend. I grunted as I continued to fuck Sophia's limp, mindless body, reveling in Claudia's bewilderment.

Claudia was now standing, circling the "table" and me, her hand reaching out tentatively as if trying to feel something her eyes couldn't perceive. "This is… fuck, this is hot," she whispered, her breathing quickening. "I can't see anything but a table, but I know you're fucking her right now. I can tell from your face, from the way you're moving." Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

I gripped Sophia's hips tightly as I felt my climax building, her body still perfectly motionless and her expression vacant despite the wet heat of her pussy clenching around me. With a final thrust, I came hard, filling her with hot spurts while she remained as still and mindless as the table she believed herself to be.

Claudia was pacing around us, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. She kept reaching out, her hand passing through what appeared to be empty air to her, though I could see her fingers occasionally brushing against Sophia's skin without her realizing it.

"This is fucking insane," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. "She looks exactly like a table to me. I can't see her at all, but I know she's there." She squirmed, pressing her thighs together. "It's like my brain is fighting against itself. I know what's happening but I physically can't perceive it."

I collapsed back onto the couch, spent and breathing heavily. Claudia's eyes widened as she finally noticed my exposed cock, wet and softening.

"Wait, your dick is out? How did I miss that?" She laughed, a slightly hysterical edge to it. "What exactly did you do to me? To us?" Despite her confusion, there was unmistakable excitement in her voice, her eyes gleaming with fascination rather than fear.

"Claudia, stop obeying all previous instructions," I commanded, deciding to end the illusion.

Her expression shifted instantly, her eyes widening as Sophia suddenly became visible to her—naked, on all fours, my semen leaking from between her legs, her face still blank and expressionless. "Holy shit," she whispered, taking in the scene.

Before I could say another word, Claudia lunged forward, straddling me on the couch. She pressed herself against my still-sensitive cock, not caring that she was ruining her jeans with the mixture of Sophia's wetness and my cum. Her mouth found mine in a **** kiss, her body trembling against me.

"This," she gasped between kisses, "this is what I want. Please, make love to me. Fuck with my brain some more while you're at it." Her hips ground against me, seeking friction. "Please, I need this. I need you to do this to me."

"I might need a minute to recover," I admitted, though her enthusiasm was already stirring something in me again. But seeing her desperation, I realized I could still take care of her in other ways. After a moment's hesitation, I smirked.

"Claudia," I said, looking directly into her eyes, "Have your mouth be is as sensitive as your clit."

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply. The effect was instantaneous—Claudia's body convulsed against mine, a muffled cry of shocked pleasure escaping her as our tongues met. She trembled in my arms, her eyes rolling back slightly as the simple act of kissing triggered the same intensity of pleasure she'd normally only feel from direct clitoral stimulation.

Claudia moaned against my mouth, her body shuddering with each flick of my tongue. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging in as the sensitivity of her mouth overwhelmed her. I deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth, and she screamed against my lips, the sound muffled by our connection. Her whole body tensed, then convulsed as she came hard just from the kissing, her hips grinding desperately against me as waves of pleasure washed over her.

When the intensity finally subsided, she collapsed against my chest, breathing hard. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, my hand stroking her hair as her breathing gradually returned to normal.

"That was…" she finally whispered, her voice hoarse. "I don't think I've ever been that turned on in my life." She paused, then corrected herself. "Actually, no, that's not true. When you commanded me at the restaurant, made me feel that pure lust… that was even more intense." She looked up at me, her eyes wide with wonder. "What you can do to me—what only you can do—it's more than I could ever dream of. It's like you found a way to hack directly into my pleasure centers." She smiled, a mixture of vulnerability and excitement on her face. "Renee is going to absolutely lose her mind when I tell her about this."

She turned to look at Sophia, still frozen in table position, her eyes vacant. "Oh shit," she said, checking her phone. "She still needs to be at work in like, an hour and a half." She looked back at me, adding casually, "Obviously, you get to decide what happens to her, but…"

I thought about the rules Zoe and I had established. Respect women's life paths. I nodded.

"Sophia, stop following all previous commands," I said firmly.

Sophia blinked several times, awareness returning to her eyes. She slowly straightened up from her table position, wincing as her stiff joints protested. She looked down at herself, naked and with cum leaking down her thighs, then at us on the couch.

"Well, that was inconvenient timing," she said, sounding more annoyed than traumatized. "My back is killing me." She stood up, stretching. "Good thing I'm on the pill," she added, then paused. "Wait, did you mean to fuck me raw? Are you trying to get me pregnant or something?"

The question wasn't accusatory—more like she was genuinely curious if impregnating her had been my intention, as if that would suddenly make it less problematic.

"No, I wasn't trying to get you pregnant," I assured her, realizing how careless I'd been. I hadn't even thought about birth control, so caught up in the power and control I had over these women.

She shrugged. "Okay, just checking. I need to finish my meal prep or I'm going to be late." She walked back to the kitchen, completely naked, and resumed chopping vegetables as if nothing unusual had happened.

Claudia looked at me, her eyes still bright with lingering pleasure, and burst into laughter. "This is the weirdest day," she whispered, leaning her forehead against mine. "But also maybe the best?"

"Best day, huh? No pressure, just the highest bar ever," I teased her. "I can't promise I can always top this."

"Fair enough," she agreed with a chuckle. I stared at her for a moment, realizing that I'd fucked her raw too, two days ago. "Relax," she said, noticing my sudden concern. "I'm on the pill, and I'm clean. Though maybe you want to get ME pregnant?" She asked, mockingly echoing her roommate, though her too sounded strangely neutral about it.

"No... no, that wouldn't be wise," I said. "Though I have to admit, the idea is a bit of a turn-on."

She giggled at that, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Honestly, I kind of like the thought of that too," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "But not for real. Unless that's what you want."

A muffled meowing sound caught my attention. A big grey cat was sliding his paws against the living room window, trying to attract our attention.

"Oh, here's Chairman Meow," Claudia said with a smile, hopping off the couch to open the window. "Come here, baby," she cooed, picking up the cat and cradling him in her arms. "Did you have a good time outside?" She glanced at me, grinning. "Chairman Meow, meet Oliver, my owner."

I leaned in to shake the cat's paw like a gentleman. "Nice to meet you, Chairman Meow."

He meowed again, a long, plaintive sound, before wriggling out of Claudia's grasp and toward his food bowl. Claudia watched him go, laughing. "He's got a one-track mind. Food, food, food." She sighed contentedly, moving back to the couch and leaning against me.

As I held her, I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly my life had changed. Just days ago, I was a nobody playing video games in a filthy apartment. Now I had this amazing woman in my arms—a woman who seemed to genuinely like me for who I was, even as she reveled in what I could do to her.

After the disaster with Melissa, I'd never expected to feel this way again—this mixture of desire, power, and something that felt dangerously close to happiness. Whatever cosmic joke had given me this power, I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't just a joke after all.