Short Story: Creepy Statue

Male's Point of View - Magic

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​“It’s just... Creepy.” she said.

“Creepy? It’s just a statue! How can it be creepy?” I asked.

“I don’t know... It makes me feel... Weird…” she said, clearly perturbed. “ Like it’s always looking at me.”

“I see...” I said.

“And...” she said but stopped. “Never mind...”

“What Babe? You know you can tell me anything.” I said.

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“I don’t know... It’s a silly thought…” she said. “But... I feel like... Like things have changed ever since you brought that thing back from your trip.”

“Changed? What changed?” I asked, curious to see where this was going.

“I don’t know... I just might be a coincidence... It’s just that... I feel like things have changed between us.” she said.

“Oh really? Changed how?” I asked.

“Well... It might be my imagination…” she said thoughtfully. “But I feel like... Like you started to... huh... Well... How can I say this...”

“Just say it however you want! You know you can trust me.” I said.

She smiled and sighed.

“Yes... I can trust you completely...” she breathed out. “Ok. Ever since you got back from your trip, I feel like you’ve become... I don’t know... More commanding or something.”

“Commanding?” I said, trying to sound surprised. “How do you figure that?”

​“Well... I’m not sure…” she said, frowning a little. “ But I feel like before, you asked for things and now... Well.. You tell me things.”

“Really? Huh... I hadn’t noticed…” I said. “Can you give me an example?”

“Well... Take this morning. You told me you wanted a blowjob.” she said. “I think... I think that before your trip... You... huh... You know... You would ask for one. Not tell me you want one.”

“I see...” I said, trying to keep from smiling. “I didn’t notice... It didn’t seem to bother you this morning. After all, you just smiled and knelt sweetly between my legs.”

“I know... It doesn’t bother me at all…” she said, smiling faintly. “Which I find a little surprising... I didn’t... You know... I didn’t always feel so... What’s the word...” she said thoughtfully.

“Submissive?” I offered.

“RIGHT! That...” she said with another brief smile. “And I feel like it all started when you came back from your trip and brought back that... Thing…”

“I see... And this bothers you?” I said. “Because I get the feeling like you enjoy it. You never seem unhappy. In fact, ever since I came back from my trip, you seem happier… Or am I just imagining it?”

“I... I mean... Maybe... I didn’t notice...” she said looking at the floor. “I can’t say I’m unhappy... I just feel... Weird... That thing creeps me out is all...”

“Ok... Well why don’t we see if we can figure out why...” I said as I turned the statue so it would face her on the bed. “Just take a look at it and tell me how it makes you feel ok?”

“Ok...” she said as she lifted her eyes.

Her eyes locked on the empty statue’s eyes. I smiled as I mumbled the incantation. I felt the small surge of power as the statue activated. I watched her gasp as her eyes lost focus. God I loved to watch her fall prey to the statue’s hypnotic magic. 

Especially since it never failed to send her in a deep and instantaneous trance.

“Just relax... Take a deep breath...” I said.

She took in a long breath and exhaled slowly.

“Very good…” I said. “Now tell me... How does the statue make you feel when you aren’t under its sway?”

“I... I feel... Like I can almost... Remember…” she said softly. “What it can... Do to me... How it can... Change me... It... Makes me... Uneasy...”

“And what about when you are under its sway? How does it make you feel?” I asked.

“I feel... Content... Relaxed... Peaceful... Happy...” she said, smiling faintly.

“When you are under the statue’s sway, do you fear how it can change you?” I asked.

“No... The statue makes it all... Ok…” she said. “It makes it all... Pleasurable... I don’t fear the changes... When I’m... This relaxed...”

“Very good...” I said. “Now tell me if you like feeling submissive when you are not under the statue’s sway.”

“I do... I like feeling submissive towards you…” she said. “The statue told me I would... And I do... It feels good to obey... It feels good to serve...”

“The statue always keeps its promise... Doesn’t it?” I said.

“Oh yes...” she said.

“And what else did the statue promise you?” I asked.

“That I would... Feel satisfaction…” she said. “When I please you... When I obey you...”

“And do you feel satisfaction when you obey me?” I asked.

“Yes... I feel a lot of... Satisfaction... When I obey you...” she said.

“What else did it promise you?” I asked.

“That it would feel... Incredibly good... To be always wet and ready…” she said. “To be available for your needs... To obey your sexual desires...”

“And does it feel good to be wet and ready for me?” I asked, smiling.

“Oh yes... It feels very good...” she said.

“So... You don’t mind that I’ve become more... Dominant... In our relationship?” I asked. “That I started to use you more and more as my little fuck toy?”

“No... I don’t mind...  I love it...“ she said.

“So why the unease?” I asked.

“I just... Feel the change…” she said, frowning slightly. “I feel like I’m no longer... Myself...”

“Is that so bad?” I asked. “Didn’t the statue promise you that you would feel better about yourself? That you would be happier? Don’t you feel happier?”

“Yes... It did promise... And the statue was right... I am happier...” she said.

“I can’t see a problem then... Maybe if... yes... Ok…” I said. “Now I want you to relax and look deeply into the statue... It has more things to promise you... Just breathe and relax...”

I watched her take a deep breath.

“Very good...” I cooed. “After this moment, you will realize how good the statue made you feel. How wonderful your life has become ever since this statue has entered our lives.”

“Yes... Wonderful...” she whispered.

“You said it yourself, you are happier now that you accept the things the statue promised you. The statue only has the best intentions for you. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes... Best intentions...” she whispered.

“You love the statue... You don’t completely understand why, but you love how the statue makes you feel.” I said. “After all... How can something that brings you so much happiness be... How did you put it... Creepy? The statue can’t be creepy. The statue is incredible because it always makes good on its promise. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes... The statue is incredible...” she said.

“Very good... Now open your mind to the statue’s magic... Let it promise you how good you’ll feel when you see it...” I said.

“Yes...” she said as I felt a spike of power emanate from the statue.

Her eyes glowed briefly as the magic cemented everything we talked about. I moved my pants to get comfortable as I watched her. God she looked so beautiful when the statue captured her like this. 

​I really had to find a way to properly thank the old man. He certainly wasn’t lying when he told me that this statue would bring me good fortune.