The Second Test

(In case this wasn't obvious already, this story ain't exactly going to be sugar, spice and everything nice. There are certain lines I'm not going to cross (****, ****, guro/snuff, etc.), but I am also going to warn you viewers that the main character of this story IS going to be an asshole. He IS going to be a very hateful, very spiteful man. And he IS going to use and **** this power for his OWN gain rather than helping out everyone and anyone. This tone MAY change later on, but for the time being, if this type of character isn't your cup of tea, I recommend finding a different story path to follow. Thanks - MrLeedles)

With a hesitant step, you enter through the door and the first thing you see is the sun, its light shining high in the sky and blinding you momentarily. As you look around, you see that you are standing in the middle of a field, the wind blowing through the tall grass that tickles at your ankles. As you begin to wander, you wonder where you have been taken to by the spectre and why this specific dream was chosen. It is nothing you have ever seen before...and soon you realize why as you are drawn closer to what must be the "center" of the dream.

You catch a glimpse of Charlotte, your neighbor laying down in a clear cut pathway in the middle of the field, and you look beyond her to see a massive mansion-esque building, the initials "C.S." embedded above the entranceway in a fancy-looking type of stone. Not marble, you know that has a more distinct look, but something that certainly isn't cheap. In fact, nothing about this dream seems to be cheap. It looks like you had walked onto a movie set with how the wind is blowing, how Charlotte's hair flows on the ground beneath her, how every blade of grass looks far too uniform to not have been cut to an exact standard.

Suddenly, Charlotte sits up from her lounging posture, and looks directly at you. You freeze, unsure of what is to come next and simply hoping that she doesn't wake up from the shock of you watching her like some sort of voyeuristic pervert, but then she simply stands up and walks off.

"How did she not notice me?" you ask yourself, and a chill runs down your spine as the spectre appears with a puff of smoke next to you.

"It is her dream, wanderer, so she is only seeing what she wants to see." The spectre answers.

"Then why am I here?" You ask, and you see...something from the Spectre pointing towards the mansion before you, and more specifically, towards Charlotte as she walks through the entranceway.

"You are capable of directing your own dreams...now it is time to direct her dream." The spectre answers, and with another puff of the smoke that quickly billows out in the wind, they are gone. You rush over to the mansion, and see that Charlotte is now inside being served on hand-and-foot by a nondescript man, the only physical attribute you are able to properly tell from their appearance being that they are, in fact, a man. As the service towards her continues, you begin to think about the interaction earlier today, and wonder to yourself if that was why her eyes had lit up when you mentioned your "inheritance". The expensive dreamscape, the servitude of the man before you, the fact that Charlotte looks more like a goddess here than you could have ever dreamed of...

Something clicks in your head.

_"Is Charlotte...a gold digger?" _you ponder.

With a slight smile to yourself, your mind seems to race in a million different directions of how you can take this dream, but there is one voice yelling louder than the rest in your mind, and it begins speaking clearer and clearer to you.

"She doesn't want you...she wants your money...your loyalty...make her want YOU. Make her NEED YOU." The voice yells, and its case is quite compelling in your mind. You begin to focus on the mansion around you and start bringing her back down to reality. "Charlotte doesn't live like a goddesss...she doesn't even live like a queen...she lives just like me!" Suddenly the walls begin to crumble until the mansion that you once stood in looks just the same as the house you've seen her come from. Charlotte's mind seems to fill in the rest of the details as the interior comes into focus, and now she is simply resting on her couch while being obediently worshipped. _"Charlotte doesn't deserve to be worshipped...she may look hot, but that doesn't mean she is a goddess!" Your spitefulness continues degrading her fantasy, as her servant disappears without a trace, Charlotte looking around confused as she sits up on the couch. "Charlotte was always acting so prudish in school...always trying to act like some sort of good southern belle type...but she isn't that either!" This time Charlotte herself changes, her clothes becoming skimpier and more provocative than they usually were. You take a moment to simply gawk at her body, your lecherous gaze falling onto her rather large and prominent bosom as it rises and falls with each breath she takes. You notice that her breathing is getting sharper and more ragged, and then notice a flush in her cheeks. "What Charlotte really is...is a slut. She is just another big-titted blonde bimbo, an airhead whose curves drained away all of her IQ!" More of Charlotte's clothing transforms, now little more than a skimpy two-piece bikini that flaunts her assets extremely well. "And...and if anyone is going to be serving....."You hesitate, your mind conflicted on what to say. You can hear the voice within calling for you to push on, but as you look at Charlotte, you try to fight against it. It feels so wrong, yet... "If there is anyone Charlotte should serve, it should be me!"_

The scenery completely shifts, and you see a sudden pink tinge in the air as you recognize that you are now in your bedroom, not Charlotte's living room. Confused, you go to stand up, thinking that you just woke up in the middle of your dream...only to turn around and see Charlotte is laying right beside you, a soft smile on her face as she looks towards you. You go to roll back over, but feel yourself stopped halfway as Charlotte mounts you, her smile growing more lustful as she stares down at you.

"Good mornin', Master..." She says, and you suddenly jolt awake...or at least, you think so.

Rolling over in your bed, you see no sign of Charlotte anywhere, and sigh as you get up, your mind racing immediately to the dream...

"...Master?" You repeat out loud.