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Hi all,
This is a short story I wrote as a Christmas present to BOFH666. I like the main character a lot, and might develop this world further at some point. Comments, rotten tomatoes, etc are always appreciated.
Thanks,
Angel
Second Sight
Rayanne had that nagging feeling again. She’d been dating Aaron for six months now, and in all that time her second sight hadn’t given her a single new vision. It was always like this when she was in a relationship, but all her past relationships had petered out once she’d relented to their advances and her own libido and fucked them despite caring little for them.
Dating was a fun pastime, but could only briefly distract her from the beautiful slices of her future that her visions gave her every week when she was single. Sure, she got horny like everyone else, but didn’t feel the need to write sappy love letters like her last boyfriend Joe did, or pathologically bring lovers home to her parents on the 3rd date the way Nadine did. A few of her friends could maintain their gift while dating, but the few times she tried to talk to them about it she found she couldn’t relate to their nonchalant attitude about their visions. Some of them went years between visions and gave her blank stares when she asked them if they ever felt incomplete without their premonitions.
Aaron knew that Rayanne was Seconded, but as far as he knew she was still getting her visions like clockwork. With most people she dated the attraction was mainly physical and issues like that never came up, but she’d already had to dodge the question with Aaron. Aaron wanted her as much as anyone she’d been with, this was clear. His attraction to her was perhaps more powerful than the desperate, clumsy and crude lust of her past girlfriends and boyfriends. Aaron was a well-dressed man, eschewing baggy jeans for more form-fitting trousers that unashamedly paraded the erection he always got within minutes of her walking in the door. And they’d had sex many times; it had been better than average, but in itself nothing to explain why she stuck around. Yet in Aaron’s attentions to her there was a novelty, something that led her to keep hoping that her gift would return to her.
Aaron was curious. He liked to know shit about her, and not just know it but use it too. It wasn’t something as mundane as being a good listener – over the course of their relationship he’d gone out of his way to ask about or discover on his own ways of making their time together tailored to her. On a recent date she’d made a throw-away comment about how she loved a bit of slap’n’tickle now and then, so on their next date he spent the entire two hours of the movie they went to see poking her sides and trying to make her giggle during the quiet parts, figuring out along the way that her most ticklish spots were her hips and whispering to her playfully that he wouldn’t be so subtle next time.
As the opening credits came onto the screen he’d looked over at her crossed legs, seized her foot, pulled off her boot and started scratching his fingernails across her sole. Far from feeling annoyed, Rayanne only pretended to pull away, and when he stopped she found herself wishing he would do it again. The feelings of anticipation and happiness continued as he moved his hand up to squeeze her nylon-covered knee and then wormed his way under the top of her skirt to tickle her side for the rest of the movie.
Rayanne had been surprised that he had not just spent the movie trying to grope her the way anyone else would have done with any other woman, but she was even more surprised by her reaction to it, which had been flashes of intense delight such as she’d previously only ever felt at the onset of a vision.
What was happening to her? The heady joy of a vision was the most beautiful feeling she’d ever experienced, and to have it seemingly replaced by— she didn’t even know what. Flattery? Lust? A creative but still shameless attempt to get in her pants?— was horrifying.
Confused, Rayanne had faked a headache and called the date short right after the movie was over, running home to her meditation chamber. She called to mind past visions, scenes she had pictured again and again which always relaxed her. These were Rayanne’s home movies, made richer by being able to watch, hear and feel each memory two times over – once as a premonition, with all its super-realism, and once as the actual event which had subsequently occurred. These visions soothed her, made her feel that Aaron’s effects on her were just a momentary glitch. Despite being unwittingly responsible for her temporary loss of second sight, she still had fun with Aaron and didn’t want to stop seeing him.
Craving sex and a good time more than usual, Rayanne was determined to have fun on her next date with Aaron and to try to forget about how much she missed her visions, but that night she found herself strangely affected by him again – twice. The first time was as she greeted him at the door to her flat with a hug. He held the embrace for an extra moment while he smelled her hair and said “Hi, lovely. Happy six month anniversary.” Rayanne had felt a fierce but brief surge of happiness accompanied by a powerful ache for the missing vision, but forced herself to repress it and act normally. They’d planned to cook dinner together before going out to a club and then back to her place, and she didn’t want any sensory silliness getting in the way.
Things went swimmingly until they began preparing dessert. Rayanne had been slicing an apple and Aaron, peeling an orange, had accidentally squirted juice in his eye. “Orange you glad you have the apple?” he’d quipped, and Rayanne, groaning at his terrible pun, had playfully smacked his ass and said, “I oughta smack you for every bad joke you make… luckily for you, my arm would get too tired.” In that instant, as her hand touched his backside, she got a sudden rush of contentment, but this time it wasn’t her own emotion she felt. It was Aaron’s.
It was all Rayanne could do to stay on her feet once the vision was upon her. She saw her own smiling face, more beautiful than she’d ever looked to herself, through Aaron’s eyes, standing in a darkened room wearing a blood-red corset and approaching him holding a riding crop. His hands were tied to a rope that hung from the ceiling, his feet bound in place by cuffs chained to the floor. He was stretched out, presenting himself to her like an animal in heat.
She felt his whole body tingle at the contact when she whacked him with the crop, even felt his boner pressing against his thong, the only clothing he wore. She felt his joy in being helpless before her and in wanting to turn the tables and make her revel in submissive pleasure as well.
His voice resonated in her head, “Anything, Mistress.”
From outside herself, seeming far away she heard herself answering him teasingly, “Anything, Ronny? You will suffer me to do absolutely anything to you and not make a sound?”
“He repeated, simply, “Anything, Mistress.”
The shockwave that passed through her body as she felt Aaron’s ribs being mercilessly tickled by herself was immense. It was like a hit of heroin, a bungee jump, the finish line of a marathon. To know that Aaron would get such pleasure from her touch, her playful command over him, was such a wonderful feeling that for a split second she didn’t care if she never had another vision of her own ever again.
Slowly coming back to herself, Rayanne closed her eyes and her hands trembled as a chill ripped through her body. Her heart was pounding, her knees were weak, but she was smiling a radiant smile, and tears of joy ran softly down her cheeks. Aaron, meanwhile, had recognized the tell-tale signs of the second sight and gently asked, “Vision?” Rayanne nodded and slowly opened her eyes. Her strength was returning enough for her to stand up straight. “I’ll be ok in a minute,” she said, and ran into the bathroom.
Sitting on the tiled floor, she tried to come to grips with this new sensation. With a little solitude she’d be able to properly align her thoughts again and feel at peace. So her mind had always told her. Her G-spot, however, along with her clit, her tits, that spot at the pit of her stomach, and every other erogenous zone in her body, had other ideas. And now even her mind had turned mutinous. It was no longer entirely her own, filled as it was with the thrilling images of Aaron’s pain and pleasure that lingered and kept the wide grin on her face. Her visions had never failed to come true, this scene would actually take place someday. This realization should have frightened her, but instead it made her want to bounce around the room.
Thus jolted back into the present, Rayanne knew Aaron would have to be told that he was affecting her visions. Once she’d made that decision she grew hopeful that these two vital aspects of her life which had always been mutually exclusive, dating and divining, might finally be able to co-exist. She had seen a new vision today, and though it wasn’t of herself, strictly speaking, it showed her the effects she would have and the beautiful exchange of power that would flow between her and Aaron, and to her surprise and gratitude she found that was more than enough for her.
Feeling slightly woozy but deep in afterglow, Rayanne returned to the kitchen. Aaron’s concerned expression changed quickly to puzzlement as she sauntered over to him and whispered a few choice words in his ear….
**************************************************
Two weeks later Rayanne was putting the final touches on her makeup in the bathroom of the rented dungeon. Grinning at herself in the mirror, she knew she was ready. As she turned to open the door to the dungeon room proper, she felt her corset keeping her posture deliciously tight. She walked in, picked up the crop from the table by the wall and raised her eyes to Aaron, naked but for a black silk thong, on his knees eagerly awaiting her instructions.
This is a short story I wrote as a Christmas present to BOFH666. I like the main character a lot, and might develop this world further at some point. Comments, rotten tomatoes, etc are always appreciated.
Thanks,
Angel
Second Sight
Rayanne had that nagging feeling again. She’d been dating Aaron for six months now, and in all that time her second sight hadn’t given her a single new vision. It was always like this when she was in a relationship, but all her past relationships had petered out once she’d relented to their advances and her own libido and fucked them despite caring little for them.
Dating was a fun pastime, but could only briefly distract her from the beautiful slices of her future that her visions gave her every week when she was single. Sure, she got horny like everyone else, but didn’t feel the need to write sappy love letters like her last boyfriend Joe did, or pathologically bring lovers home to her parents on the 3rd date the way Nadine did. A few of her friends could maintain their gift while dating, but the few times she tried to talk to them about it she found she couldn’t relate to their nonchalant attitude about their visions. Some of them went years between visions and gave her blank stares when she asked them if they ever felt incomplete without their premonitions.
Aaron knew that Rayanne was Seconded, but as far as he knew she was still getting her visions like clockwork. With most people she dated the attraction was mainly physical and issues like that never came up, but she’d already had to dodge the question with Aaron. Aaron wanted her as much as anyone she’d been with, this was clear. His attraction to her was perhaps more powerful than the desperate, clumsy and crude lust of her past girlfriends and boyfriends. Aaron was a well-dressed man, eschewing baggy jeans for more form-fitting trousers that unashamedly paraded the erection he always got within minutes of her walking in the door. And they’d had sex many times; it had been better than average, but in itself nothing to explain why she stuck around. Yet in Aaron’s attentions to her there was a novelty, something that led her to keep hoping that her gift would return to her.
Aaron was curious. He liked to know shit about her, and not just know it but use it too. It wasn’t something as mundane as being a good listener – over the course of their relationship he’d gone out of his way to ask about or discover on his own ways of making their time together tailored to her. On a recent date she’d made a throw-away comment about how she loved a bit of slap’n’tickle now and then, so on their next date he spent the entire two hours of the movie they went to see poking her sides and trying to make her giggle during the quiet parts, figuring out along the way that her most ticklish spots were her hips and whispering to her playfully that he wouldn’t be so subtle next time.
As the opening credits came onto the screen he’d looked over at her crossed legs, seized her foot, pulled off her boot and started scratching his fingernails across her sole. Far from feeling annoyed, Rayanne only pretended to pull away, and when he stopped she found herself wishing he would do it again. The feelings of anticipation and happiness continued as he moved his hand up to squeeze her nylon-covered knee and then wormed his way under the top of her skirt to tickle her side for the rest of the movie.
Rayanne had been surprised that he had not just spent the movie trying to grope her the way anyone else would have done with any other woman, but she was even more surprised by her reaction to it, which had been flashes of intense delight such as she’d previously only ever felt at the onset of a vision.
What was happening to her? The heady joy of a vision was the most beautiful feeling she’d ever experienced, and to have it seemingly replaced by— she didn’t even know what. Flattery? Lust? A creative but still shameless attempt to get in her pants?— was horrifying.
Confused, Rayanne had faked a headache and called the date short right after the movie was over, running home to her meditation chamber. She called to mind past visions, scenes she had pictured again and again which always relaxed her. These were Rayanne’s home movies, made richer by being able to watch, hear and feel each memory two times over – once as a premonition, with all its super-realism, and once as the actual event which had subsequently occurred. These visions soothed her, made her feel that Aaron’s effects on her were just a momentary glitch. Despite being unwittingly responsible for her temporary loss of second sight, she still had fun with Aaron and didn’t want to stop seeing him.
**************************************************
Craving sex and a good time more than usual, Rayanne was determined to have fun on her next date with Aaron and to try to forget about how much she missed her visions, but that night she found herself strangely affected by him again – twice. The first time was as she greeted him at the door to her flat with a hug. He held the embrace for an extra moment while he smelled her hair and said “Hi, lovely. Happy six month anniversary.” Rayanne had felt a fierce but brief surge of happiness accompanied by a powerful ache for the missing vision, but forced herself to repress it and act normally. They’d planned to cook dinner together before going out to a club and then back to her place, and she didn’t want any sensory silliness getting in the way.
Things went swimmingly until they began preparing dessert. Rayanne had been slicing an apple and Aaron, peeling an orange, had accidentally squirted juice in his eye. “Orange you glad you have the apple?” he’d quipped, and Rayanne, groaning at his terrible pun, had playfully smacked his ass and said, “I oughta smack you for every bad joke you make… luckily for you, my arm would get too tired.” In that instant, as her hand touched his backside, she got a sudden rush of contentment, but this time it wasn’t her own emotion she felt. It was Aaron’s.
It was all Rayanne could do to stay on her feet once the vision was upon her. She saw her own smiling face, more beautiful than she’d ever looked to herself, through Aaron’s eyes, standing in a darkened room wearing a blood-red corset and approaching him holding a riding crop. His hands were tied to a rope that hung from the ceiling, his feet bound in place by cuffs chained to the floor. He was stretched out, presenting himself to her like an animal in heat.
She felt his whole body tingle at the contact when she whacked him with the crop, even felt his boner pressing against his thong, the only clothing he wore. She felt his joy in being helpless before her and in wanting to turn the tables and make her revel in submissive pleasure as well.
His voice resonated in her head, “Anything, Mistress.”
From outside herself, seeming far away she heard herself answering him teasingly, “Anything, Ronny? You will suffer me to do absolutely anything to you and not make a sound?”
“He repeated, simply, “Anything, Mistress.”
The shockwave that passed through her body as she felt Aaron’s ribs being mercilessly tickled by herself was immense. It was like a hit of heroin, a bungee jump, the finish line of a marathon. To know that Aaron would get such pleasure from her touch, her playful command over him, was such a wonderful feeling that for a split second she didn’t care if she never had another vision of her own ever again.
Slowly coming back to herself, Rayanne closed her eyes and her hands trembled as a chill ripped through her body. Her heart was pounding, her knees were weak, but she was smiling a radiant smile, and tears of joy ran softly down her cheeks. Aaron, meanwhile, had recognized the tell-tale signs of the second sight and gently asked, “Vision?” Rayanne nodded and slowly opened her eyes. Her strength was returning enough for her to stand up straight. “I’ll be ok in a minute,” she said, and ran into the bathroom.
Sitting on the tiled floor, she tried to come to grips with this new sensation. With a little solitude she’d be able to properly align her thoughts again and feel at peace. So her mind had always told her. Her G-spot, however, along with her clit, her tits, that spot at the pit of her stomach, and every other erogenous zone in her body, had other ideas. And now even her mind had turned mutinous. It was no longer entirely her own, filled as it was with the thrilling images of Aaron’s pain and pleasure that lingered and kept the wide grin on her face. Her visions had never failed to come true, this scene would actually take place someday. This realization should have frightened her, but instead it made her want to bounce around the room.
Thus jolted back into the present, Rayanne knew Aaron would have to be told that he was affecting her visions. Once she’d made that decision she grew hopeful that these two vital aspects of her life which had always been mutually exclusive, dating and divining, might finally be able to co-exist. She had seen a new vision today, and though it wasn’t of herself, strictly speaking, it showed her the effects she would have and the beautiful exchange of power that would flow between her and Aaron, and to her surprise and gratitude she found that was more than enough for her.
Feeling slightly woozy but deep in afterglow, Rayanne returned to the kitchen. Aaron’s concerned expression changed quickly to puzzlement as she sauntered over to him and whispered a few choice words in his ear….
**************************************************
Two weeks later Rayanne was putting the final touches on her makeup in the bathroom of the rented dungeon. Grinning at herself in the mirror, she knew she was ready. As she turned to open the door to the dungeon room proper, she felt her corset keeping her posture deliciously tight. She walked in, picked up the crop from the table by the wall and raised her eyes to Aaron, naked but for a black silk thong, on his knees eagerly awaiting her instructions.
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