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My name is Sara and this is my confession about the one time I let myself really misuse my powers and abuse my training. I’ve been living in Portland and working as a hypnotherapist for five years. It’s a good life, but it can feel like something’s missing. I guess the excitement I hoped for when I moved here from Chicago and transitioned from a standard office job to what at the time seemed like the freewheeling life of an entrepeneur and healer. There’s only so many times you can hypnotize someone not to smoke any more before you begin asking, “is that all there is?” I’ve gone on a few dates but none of it gelled for me, the usual generic dudes with the usual generic pickup lines, who never seem to want anything more than a tagalong companion. I’ve ended up spending a lot of time on the bar scene but somehow, I’m all the time an outsider.

One Saturday I was sitting in my kitchen, drinking a Keurig coffee alone, watching the sky, and sadly meditating that I just would never be cool or happy or whatever it is that I’m so envious of, when I just got tired of feeling sorry for myself, and decided to go out and have some fun. Like me or hate me, there’s one thing about me no one can deny – I know how to give direction. And it was time to use my powers for evil. I’d show them that I did know how to party after all.

The Dirty Octopus was my favorite go to club for Saturday nights, a place right out of my fantasies as a teen. But tonight I had bigger plans than grinding with random dudes. I’d had a crush on the owner Joseph for months, but he never gave me the time of day. How could I get through that cloud of groupies and scene kids when I was just a peripheral nerd?

The techno music was throbbing tonight and the neon lights playing on the floor. The crowd was wilder than usual – there seemed to be a bachelorette party in full swing, not to mention a bro dude pouring beer on a buddy’s head. Joseph was standing by the DJ, and he was looking fine. He had on an apple green velour tracksuit that was soft enough to cling to his body, and even from here I could see the chest hair peeking through the zipper. I also imagined I could smell him.

Tonight I just walked right up to him, looked him in the eye, and put my hand on his. “You’ve been waiting for me”, I announced. He seemed confused, which was just my opportunity to slip in a suggestion. “We don’t want to waste this opportunity. I can see the way you look at me. Let’s go somewhere we can be alone.”

Just like I wondered, he bought it. I could see he wondered he was acting of his own free will, just to understand what was going on, but that he would go on rationalizing every perverted, twisted suggestion I would make to him.

We ended up in his own office. It turns out that the office of a nightclub looks like any other office, but that was no issue, the banality only made it more perfect as a scene to break him down and humiliate him as he had never been humiliated before.

Now I straightened up like a drill instructor.

“From here on you are to address me as ma’am. Yes, ma’am. No, ma’am. I am not your friend. You will obey my orders. You know why you are here. You know that your imagination will give you no rest until you explore these fantasies of yours to the fullest.”

He started arguing, but I pushed him against the wall and squeezed his balls until he stopped.

“You always have to keep control of yourself in this crazy party world where everyone is out of control. But now it’s your turn to lose control. This is the gift you’ve been wanting me to give, Joseph, why don’t you just enjoy it and we’ll have a nice time?”

“OK, fine, but…”

“OK, fine, ma’am”

“OK, fine, ma’am, but…”

“The only but I want from you is your naked ass bent over that desk. Drop and give me fifteen.”

He dropped down and started doing pushups. My eyes were riveted by the fabric clinging to the contours of his butt and the sweat in his curly hair.

“Strip”

He was breathing hard, excited and scared. Little did he know what the night had in store for him. He must have been in his forties, with a little softness creeping in. That only made me wetter and hornier.

“Bend over”

He bent over the desk and I secured his hands with rope. Then I put duct tape over his mouth to keep him quiet. Before I went any further, I walked around him slowly, taunting his helplessness, taking pride in my work.

“You pathetic faggot. Your parents must be real proud of you, running this shitty nightclub where losers come to drink alcohol and forget their empty lives, where asshole jocks put date rape drugs into sorority girls drinks, where kids come to get addicted to drugs and flush away their aspirations on shallow media crap. Weakling. Phony. Glorified pusher. And now you’re getting old and soft and no matter how much fake tan or gym muscles you slap on yourself, you’re fading more and more, becoming more and more of an irrelevancy.”

I watched him twitch. He tried to stand up and fell over.

I grabbed him and hoisted him up. “Where have you got to go? Aren’t we having fun? Your cock is hard and leaking, so it’s having fun. It’s just your pathetic little ego that is getting in the way. And all that needs is a good beating to shut itself up.”

I got a spreader bar out of my bag and fastened his feet far aside. With one hand I pulled his hair while the other stroked his butt cheeks, and then began slapping them, at first softly and then harder.

“Now that’s better. You may be a bad human being and a shithead, but your butt knows how to take a licking. I’m going to give it a little more.”

I pulled a leather horsewhip from my bag and started gonna town on his behind. It was a good thing the duct tape was on because he was definitely making noises. His rapidly reddened ass arched up towards the strokes of my whip as I rhythmically beat him.

“You like this, don’t you? And I know what you are going to like even more.”

I pulled one of my favorite toys out of my bag, a double headed dildo strap on. I intended to savor every moment of drilling Joseph. I could see it had been a while since he’d had an experience that really got him out of his comfort zone, and I was looking forward to being the one to give him those thrills again….

NSFW: yes

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