Eye Induction
Not long ago, my Master’s eyes were just another beautiful facet of Them I enjoyed looking at. Their warm brown gaze would turn black with desire when I sank to my knees before Them and sucked Their cock into my mouth with a needy groan. Or turn a dappled hazel-green in the dawn light slanting through Their window as They knelt over me, slowly thrusting Their cock against mine until I begged for Them to be inside me. Those eyes would glitter with mirth or pin me to the floor when I erred. Attractive, alluring, but normal. So when I felt myself slipping, sinking, if I looked too long, I waived it off as my usual infatuation.
I underestimated Them.
Afterglow conversations about our connection and possible futures sometimes lapsed into comfortable silence, and I spent countless minutes gazing into Their eyes, thoughts flickering and floating away, embers scattered from the fire They stoked in my chest. Surrender your heart to Me.
When the outside world pressed into our space and frothed up my emotions until they spilled out of me in embarrassing, uncontrollable waves, my Master took my chin in a gentle hand to force my eyes to meet Theirs. They would soothe and reason until Their thoughts replaced my own and my emotional tides receded. Surrender your mind to Me.
My Master pinned me to the bed, Their chest hot against mine, thrusting into me as steadily as our heartbeats and tantalizingly slow. They sat up just enough to watch me, my eyes wide and mouth slack with helpless adoration. I soaked our thighs, getting lost in Their gaze as They murmured encouragements, until my body seized around Their cock. Surrender your body to Me.
Slowly, my Master’s heavy, focused gaze made me want to comply even without any specific command. Even glances from Them sent tendrils snaking through my mind, a relentless undertow pulling me out and away into Their deeper waters. For a while, I could look away in time to remain myself, still submissive but self-possessed and consciously obeying, but each evasion felt more unnatural than the last. Surrender.
I wavered. I wanted. We had only just begun negotiating and the depths of my devotion had scared so many away, but I wanted Them, I wanted so badly to— Surrender to Me.
I lingered too long, watching the mesmerizing shifting browns and greens in my Master’s eyes, and Their presence was upon me. They loomed over me, enveloped me, and I fell, quaking, supplicant, awed, before Their power. I wanted nothing but to please Them, serve Them. I would wait on my knees, time passing unnoticed, until They desired something of me — for their affection, for Their Gaze upon me, for the honor of being one who serves Them.
I became distantly aware of the bed beneath my back, and Their body above me, Their achingly hard cock already drenched from sliding against me. I could not look away from Their eyes, utterly caught and held — but for what task? Master, I obey. Tell me what will please You, Master, please —
My Master slid Their cock into me in one long, slow stroke. I could feel every inch individually, the head of Their cock catching against my cunt as it entered, then rubbing deliciously upward against the spot that makes me clench and drool around Their cock. Each subsequent inch drove Them deeper until They bottomed out and Their groin pressed against my cock, leaving us both gasping for a moment.
And still I could not look away from my Master’s dark eyes. They pulled nearly all the way out of me and pushed all the way back in, savoring — and then began thrusting in earnest. Rhythmic as a metronome, sending shudders through my body and all the while Their gaze bore into mine.
Their hooded brown eyes were black now, pupils blown wide, but I could still the dappled green threaded through the brown that remained. I could see the shine of the overhead light. I could see myself, actually, my face near unrecognizable, in rapture. The reflection was drifting in an abyss surrounded by a ring of warm earth colors and light— and then so was I.
I could still feel my body tethered to me from very far away. I could feel the beads of sweat between its shoulder blades, feel its breaths panting from an open wet mouth. I could feel shudders of pleasure running through it in crescendoing waves that crashed against my Master’s cock. I could feel Their head throb when my body clenched around it. And if I really leaned into the tether, I could feel my Master smile against my body’s open mouth. The gravity of Their love nearly returned me to my body — but I knew this was the task, and I obey. I had surrendered and I would not retract it.
I drifted in the black starlight field, just another reflected speck of light in Their eyes. I drifted for a long time.
I felt another cresting wave of pleasure from my tethered body, higher and closer than the ones before it. Higher than my head, higher than the edge of this mini abyss, washing me and the pinpoint stars out of it. I crashed with the wave back into my body, coming to just as the orgasm hit me. Viscerally, achingly, I felt myself clench around the twitching cock in me; I curled helplessly into my Master’s chest, clutching Their shoulders while I shook. My Master was gasping out Their own orgasm, driving deep and spilling into me.
When our bodies had calmed, I gambled looking into my Master’s eyes again. I half-feared I would be inexorably dragged back in, as helpless to the pull as I had been for so long. But the gaze looking back at me was warm, adoring, beautiful— and normal. I could certainly fall in again, but I was not being pulled now. My Master’s smile was contagious. I had been successfully captured, taken to a space made for me, and my body used thoroughly in my absence; the victory slaked Their appetite for now.
I could return any time my Master or I wanted. And They knew that I would.
