westid

i had the nervous energy fluttering around inside me since forever, rapidly jumping to the various parts of my body i could feel the sudden shocks of wonderful ambivalent urges to do what it wanted, the otherworldly oppressive grasping shocks … inhibiting me the second i got ideas about trying to get these demonic manipulative forces out of me. i knew it was too late to try and stop that now. part of the restraint that bound my spirit was only possible with an acceptance from the free will of a person coming of their own desire, without any binding forces already holding onto their freedom, and having given the full consent that is to become the final free and informed choice they will ever get to make

in case i impossibly forget, it felt like pure evil was telling me all of my secrets just so i could feel how susceptible i’ve become, tingling all over my body as it spoke in laboured whispers breathing right upto my ear. that little voice what sits upon my shoulder

so warm and feminine, psychological, tactile. her voice was made of something it felt so squishy to touch, and squeaky to listen to it twist and flex into such a strange texture hypnotic while i wanted to watch her move when she wears it

so arrogant, with the confidence that just disarmed you so quickly you are barely half way through wondering who the fuck she thinks she is. she was the woman, although the enchanted souls she threw were different, they were all under her in the hierarchy. obedient. as, the message itself delivered, will i

impressed by the foolishness that turned me to her, i was made to watch her in this whole display where evidently she took a submissive. and put her hooks into the temptations of an unsuspecting ingenue because she knew how much i would appreciate it, no matter what i tried to do in futile hope of stopping from seeing it. i would be surrendered to the decadence that she would make an example so brilliant i was dying for her to put me in their hopeless little place

they must have been friends, or work together or something. i didn’t pick up on the context, and surprise surprise i couldn’t speak or move, it didn’t even occur to wonder how i was right there yet neither of them could see or hear me. even a skilled voyeur, i would never put together the sheer confidence – or, in this instance i thought, stupidity – to reach the level of fade it would take for anyone in order to come this close to a mark and not be noticed

curses. this little theatre show was just another iteration, and she delivered them slowly. she was showing me things that were perfectly positioned, all fed some gradual decline, what would eventually dismantle and take charge of completely my sense of free will. i didn’t know who the other person was, or why they arrived together, where they came from, how my place had decoratively become hers even though i lived here, or if it was just another place to trap me in, contained within my own mind

she was wearing bright red adidas trainers. no matter how confused or disoriented i might have been, this was something that i noticed quite quickly. while they were drinking or talking or whatever, she kept lifting up and admiring her shoes. it weren’t something i really noticed about people, even though i do like it when girls would wear adidas trainers … but her new friend kept looking at them. and because of the bright red colour, maybe, they were pretty distracting and – so i started to feel deep down inside while i watched – un-noticable at first, really impossible to ignore

her friend thought so too, and i noticed her looking. just as steadily as i did, i noticed that these trainers and her shiny leggings really did bring out how gorgeous her ankles were. another deliciously developing detail that i would normally not notice but now never neglect to know

all of a sudden, i was getting this feeling i recognised. like i was intoxicated, haunted, so weird like when you notice something about someone that gets into your head; then you can’t stop looking, stop thinking, stop forgetting what you were going to say. look so obvious but there’s an incentive contained with your demeanour… such a docile expression, maybe if she noticed how distracted i am then she would zoom in on my weakness and use it for her satisfaction or amusement… subsequently satiating mine, because i’m pretty sure trying not to notice has surely made me look completely ridiculous by now. i thought it was just me on whom this strange sensation was working, but for my obedience she made me lay there and watch it happen, for the very first time, to someone else i might have been if i behaved the way she wanted me to become

no matter how much this was all put together just to break my will that little bit more, i couldn’t help but be intrigued, even from an objective point of view, what aspect of taking control of my mind would this particular avenue explore?

she picked up this beautiful red box that matched those flawless sneaks. although it hadn’t occurred to me at the time, i had become very sensitive to the nice shoes that people wear, such distracting behaviour in their movements, so squishy like that rubber, the hubris of such an obnoxiously attention grabbing colour

her friend was very excited to see what was in the box, as she had been so very conditioned now, oblivious to the sinister psychology of this encounter. maybe i thought that i was detached from what was going on because it was happening to this other woman in front of me, but how silly it would be to even suspect that – i have no idea why i even did

eager, she untied the bow and opened the box to reveal this gift waiting for her inside. it was a beautiful pair of shiny red boots. i didn’t really notice boots either but something was different all of a sudden, i could feel these bright red docs as they moved. it hadn’t occurred to me yet that this would be a permanent affectation, caused by waking up the dormant passions within me that i would never have known even exist, had it not been for the force mischievously discovering dark secret seclusions kept away from the surface of my sentience. such strange sensations i rapidly began to notice, and the feelings were scaring me because i couldn’t see them coming, and never would have expected that something so unusual and unassuming would feel so fucking good

of course, i had no idea why this dark spirit i had let inside of me was giving her submissive acquaintance these beautiful shiny red rubber boots – probably the most beautiful docs i have ever seen – but by this point i didn’t really care about reasons, no matter how much it made sense or meant to move around in me

but her friend was just as impatient as i suddenly found myself … didn’t expect that to shock me but it feels so good i will let myself become entangled … from the persistence of her movements and that distracting, now glowing colour, just like the torturing nature of the spell being cast on the submissive, simply could not stop moving her feet so frustrating, just please sit still. could you stop doing that? how could this subtle swaying movement and that devastating beauty become so hypnotic? trainers what kind of sell out am i? but that feeling seemed to spread to her ankles too, how was her friend not a complete mess by now?

the shiny red boots were, as if they were made and styled just for her new friend to wear and no one else. as i watched, noticed things only i would ever look for, the texture and shape seemed to change while she tried them on, looked at them in the mirror that was propped up against the wall – somehow she was totally unaware that her lovely new docs shapeshifted while they learned exactly how to look and feel so that she would fall in love with them, which would cast some kind of spell on her she obviously didn’t believe in or even try to know

she blushed, and looked back into those demonic eyes of my mistress captor, as though she had just been caught doing something she thought she’d get away with. they were perfect, so perfect they were too good to be true, that must have been what this innocent girl was feeling because somehow as i witnessed what was going on it was as though i could feel it too

that was the moment where i realised that it was more than just an evil shade showing me exactly what i wanted to see. although i didn’t care because i was dying to know what would become of this girl and her gorgeous new boots, it was too late to notice that – and why the hell not, i thought – they had some kind of effect on me. they had some kind of effect on everyone, that turned out to be the allure … the mistress that haunted these sweet dreams of mine, had made them especially for her friend so she could shock and bewitch anyone who dared to glance. i imagine any woman would absolutely adore the chance to have magic docs that shape shifted to look perfect and captivate the very soul of any unsuspecting love interest, by choice so that it would always be real love and wouldn’t feel empty, who even for a split second stupidly let themselves see

as she tried on these lovely new boots, she could not stop admiring them and feeling fascinated. so flattering, so fitting, so gorgeous. anyone whom she could trick into an unconscious glance, would by completely hypnotised and do whatever she wanted them to. no one would ever have seen a colour quite this enchanting before, and they would never escape her magick spell because they would be distracted by the frustrating flirtatious way that she can make them move

somehow the way the light caught them, left a psychedelic trail whenever they moved. and the way they would make you pose effortlessly, exactly how you would want to stick in someone’s mind when you click your fingers and make them completely unable to stop thinking about you

all of a sudden, her expression wasn’t so empowered. she looked up at the girl, who was still smiling from having given such an amazingly powerful gift. the girl, i couldn’t warn her friend about her; from feeling the ulterior motives i was allowed to know about, at work, left unspoken. i let the girl into my mind but she still owned herself and there was nothing even i could do to prevent that but sit back and enjoy / try to resist the show

as she looked down at her beautiful new boots she wasn’t in love with them anymore. actually, she looked quite confused. i started to feel something different too, but even to this day i have no idea how to describe it. it was at this moment the things they were saying to one another began to come into focus

“what the?” … “i feel weird. something’s different…” a look of uncertainty swept her expression away. they felt so attractive she could feel the powerful way that everyone would be pulled into her gorgeous new boots, but it just turned into something else. “it’s spreading, to the rest of me.”

“sadie, what the fuck? what have you done?” new connotation became of that smile, new feelings dawned on her friend who started to come across maybe just a little betrayed. “what are you doing to me?”

“you will be grateful.” the subterfuge that i was allowed to feel going on, to fully appreciate this encounter, started to come to life now that the girl had got her submissive new friend right where she wanted. “don’t you like them?”

“i can’t take them off.” she sat down on the floor after a futile moment of trying. “they feel so … “

my gaze was so fixated, two holes would burn into anything i looked at this much in real life. and so she sat down on the floor right beside where i was watching from – if i didn’t know better already we would have been sat beside one another anyway – i looked up at her, the spirit that’s let loose inside of me, with the power to twist my thoughts and give me such strong feelings … she mesmerised me with the way she moved her trainers

i like adidas anyway but never appreciated before when i saw nice new sneaks; that someone was in them, and i bet they feel proper nice, and have you noticed the way that they can take hold of your attention? it’s probably just me reading too much into everything, but it looks like some people have noticed all that attention, and i would go so far as to say they seem to like it now

i’m being tortured by something i should not have fucked with. i made a terrible mistake and ever since i just wish i could put this back into the box

the moral of this story is there is no moral. i just have an unhealthy fantasy from time to time – don’t worry, it’s not about you. if you could watch a woman enslave one of her friends with cursed pair of delectably decadent demonic doc boots who would it be?