Deep Eyes 
​Male's Point of View - Special Powers

“What’s up with your eyes?” she asked.

I came across Isabella by pure chance. I almost didn’t scan twice, but something in her mind tickled my own. A deep desire for something… Special…

“Why do you ask?” I said smiling.

“They look… So… Nice…”

I’ve encountered this specific desire before, plenty of times in fact. Most of the time, a simple trickery and a staged induction does the trick and we move on to more… Pleasurable activities… But as I sat across from her in the diner, I couldn’t help but be intrigued.

A few weeks ago...

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I asked, truly amused by her request.

“Can’t you tell?” she replied coyly. 

Of course I could tell. Better than she could ever imagine. But part of me wanted one last confirmation before I made the final changes. After all, she wanted this change to be permanent... Even after I left her home.

Usually, I pick a cute single girl and stay at her home as a sort of base of operations when I get to a new town. I get into her mind and convince her to let me crash at her place. I always have some fun with her of course, but I usually aim for greater prey. 

To penetrate...
(1) To succeed in forcing a way into or through (a thing).

A word that has so many wonderful connotations... At the core of most of our sexual acts, it is there... 

It is so refreshing when I get to re-experience something I had forgotten. To feel it as if it was the first time. I have to thank Casandra for opening this special door for me. A door I had long since forgotten. 

​I’ve had the good fortune of enjoying quite a few ladies in my travels. All with unique and wonderful talents that always amaze and satisfy me. 

*** Read part 1 ***

​So far, her little ‘gifts’ were perfect. I was reaching the end of the list of cities I had originally planned to visit and with each destination, I always managed to find the persons she had decided to… Offer me. My first gift, the one she sent to the hotel room we shared, turned out to be barely influenced. Just enough to get her to come see me. The rest I had to discover on my own. No… The only thing she really left me in her mind was nothing more than an imprint.

Something incredible happened to me: I was tricked.
Bamboozled… Conned… Made to believe something untrue…
That never happens to me. Ever. Being a mind controller affords me the luxury of always determining if a person is lying. If someone tries to trick me, I can always tell. But this particular woman completely fooled me.
​Which angered and aroused me to no end.

“Oh hi there!!” She said as she suddenly found herself facing me. 

“Hello.”

“I’m sorry to be asking this but... Hum...” she said, suddenly shy.

“Ask me what?” I asked trying to hide my smile.

“I so sorry... I must seem so silly but...” she said fiddling with her bikini bottom. “Hum... I’m a little fuzzy, but you look some what familiar and... Well... You are near the life guard tower...”

“What ever it is, you can ask me anything.” I reassured her.

A simple box...

For most, they simply represent a tidy way of putting things away. For others, it can contain priceless jewelry or treasure. They can also be used to lock things for safe keeping.

​But for my latest exquisite hostess, a certain box holds nothing of the sort. Stacy's box contains a wide range of necklaces and collars...

I have to tell you about my last flight. 

I was sitting and relaxing at the airport as I waited for my flight out of the latest city I visited. I usually am pretty satiated when I decided to move on to another town, so I take this time to sip my coffee and collect my thoughts on where I should go next and who I might meet.

And also... To scan the crowd...

It amazes me how many of you have this fantasy about meeting a stranger at the airport. Meeting up in the bathroom for a one time thing... I've been that guy a few times. What can I say, even when I'm satiated, I get horny when I listen to such erotic thoughts. 

As the morning light pierces the shades, you awaken from a deep slumber... One you’ve been craving for what seems like an age... Your tender lips creep into a smile of deep satisfaction...
You finally did it...
For years you felt like so many others that grace my door. Ashamed... Afraid... Trapped... Your special desires were always left behind when ever you indulged in your sexuality. Always fearful to trust your lovers with the truth.
You left hints... Like a fisherman throwing a line in the abyss... Hoping to find a way to provoke the right conversation... The right mood... Always a little excited and hopeful that you finally found a partner to indulge your dark desires... 
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You think of them in that way... But as you watch the sunlight caress your skin, you smile even more as you realize that your desires weren’t dark because they were bad...

​Or socially unacceptable...