Post slap clarity

At first, I had felt so fucking good. Like unbelievably good. As if I could rip out trees from the ground by sheer force of will. Slapping Evelyn had been an experience that I would never forget for the rest of my life.

For the first time in my life I had stood up to someone. Not only that. For a few seconds I had dominated her, even if only through physical means. And then I had left my mark on her.

My powers were real!

This revelation was astounding. It was life changing. It was everything I had every wanted and more... potentially.

So far, it had only gotten me fired and possibly into legal troubles. But that couldn't dim my elation.

Here I was, lying in my moldy, flat that reeked of trash that hadn't been tidied for weeks. And yet I felt good about myself.

At least for a day or so.

Then, the consequences of my actions were slowly starting to dawn on me.

I didn't get a visit from the police but I was starting to realize just how fucked I was. Evelyn was going to crush me. I was going to loose my flat. I was a jobless loser who might have powers. But so far I couldn't see how that would help me with my problems.

What I didn't feel bad about however, was using my powers on Evelyn. That bitch had had it coming.

It might say alot about me that I could not care less that I had just left my mark on my boss possibly forever but well... Nobody's perfect, I guess.

Still, my problems remained.

The following days only made my situation feel more bleak. I spent my time lying in bed or if I was feeling extra adventurous on my couch persisting of merely chips and soft drinks.

Once more, I was loathing in self pity. No trace of my former ecstasy remained.

And so, I was staring at the floor thinking of how I should have let my ex cuck me as Maria appeared.

"Master, you don't look so good."

She wore a worried expression which I hadn't seen before on her usually so cheery face.

"Yeah, no shit. Everything has gone downhill again. My powers are useless. I just want to enjoy my last days in my apartment in peace... What can I even do?" I whined. Admittedly I sounded pathetic even to myself. But shifting the blame away from me just felt so good.

Maria, however, seemed to really take my lamenting to heart.

"Master, I am so sorry for you. You don't deserve to be pushed around like that. But now you can show these bitches who is in charge."

She gave me the hint of a smile. Her words sounded so genuine but even though I really enjoy blaming everybody except me I still couldn't deny that this situation had been mostly of my own making.

Yet, I felt that I couldn't bare the thought of disappointing Maria like that (even though I still wasn't quite sure what she even was).

I sat myself up trying to muster up a somewhat determined expression. Instantly relief washed over her stunning face and her shiny blue eyes lit up in joy.

"Oh, master, you will conquer them all. What about a little test run? Training will help you get better at taming other bitches."

"Training?" I must have looked rather dumbfounded because Maria immediately switched to her sexy teacher expression, waving her arms through the air while she explained.

"Right now, you still lack the confidence to get women into a state of mind where you can conquer them and leave an imprint. Therefore I would recommend getting some practice with a stranger. Then you'll be better prepared for those whores who make you life hell."

Hearing such a delicate woman use such crude words always had a special ring to it. And I loved it.

Still, her proposal left me with some questions.

"And where would we find someone willing to help me with that? I doubt there'll be woman lining to get mind controlled by me..."

Her smile grew wider.

"That, my master, is the neat part. We don't" She was now panting while speaking. Was this little minx getting aroused by all of this?

Well, I couldn't blame her. So was I. "You just look for a vulnerable stranger and leave your imprint on them. If you're lucky you won't even have to do anything."

She gave me a smug grin.

"But, Maria, I can't just run around messing with complete strangers. They haven't done anything to me."

At last, my moral compass finally seemed to recall its existence. I didn't feel bad about Evelyn but that didn't mean I would run around recklessly enslaving every woman I laid my eyes on. I wasn't a monster. And, yet...

"Think about it, master. Just imagine all those sexy bitches kneeling at your feet grovelling for your cock. A man like you shouldn't have to restrain himself. You should be allowed to do anything you want. Sooner or later your slave's will learn to enjoy the honor of serving you."

The words were now bubbling out of her mouth endless tirades about depraved sexual scenarios with me in their centre.

All of this was so wrong. I should feel disgusted at the thought alone. I did not hate every woman. Just some of them...

And still, when I thought at just how often I had been ignored, downplayed or mocked I felt that I did not have as many objections as I would have liked. The thought of finally grasping some power for myself was simply too tempting.

I felt a cold calculated anger sizzling deep within me. Maybe I had even more resentments than I had thought. Maybe I simply resented everybody for not giving me the attention I deserved.

Maybe, just maybe, I'd just take something for myself. And it could hardly matter, whether that "something" was a human being, could it?

I should have felt shocked just how little it took for me to settle with enslaving a woman I didn't know. Nevertheless I felt arousal at the thought of enslaving and humiliating women at my whim.

Maybe now was the time when Brandon Smith finally starts taking something for himself.

I stood up and looked at Maria. She was still rambling on about ravashing some hog tied bitch's tight anus. When she saw me getting up, she stopped rambling and looked at me. Never before had someone looked at my with so much reverence in their eyes.

I was a jobless soon to be homeless loser who had lost it all. But I felt that today had marked the start of something great. Leaving my imprint on Evelyn Palmer was merely the beginning.

From now on, I would bow to noone. It was time for me to show these bitches who is in charge.

I faced my gorgeous shoulder devil.

"Maria, tell me about your plan..."