Ultimate Control
McInvictus



Note to readers:

This is a little different from my usual writing, but I fancied a change.
There is no plot or back story and the descriptions are intentionally vague so
that the reader can fill in the gaps with their own fantasies. Also, there is
no violence or even the threat of it and no sex or even the promise of it
(well maybe a hint of a promise). Despite all that I hope you enjoy :)

The woman gave a cruel smile as the lift opened and she saw that the only
occupant was a single man. She entered the lift, pressed the button for the
ground floor and turned to the man, who was staring at her in awe. The man had
never seen a woman so impossibly beautiful or sexy, her long hair hung halfway
down her back, her skin was flawless, her lips were full and sensual, her nose
perfectly sculpted. Her large almond shaped eyes glowed with such intensity
that they seemed to radiate their own light beneath thin, perfectly curved
brows. But as beautiful as her face was it was nothing compared to her body.
At five feet eight she was wasn't particularly tall but she seemed to tower
before him such was the grace and poise of her stance. Her shoulders were
broad and powerful looking, her arms muscular and toned. Her breasts were
simply impossible. Huge perfectly round orbs that seemed to defy gravity and
were actually pushing upwards even though contained in skin tight lycra,
overpowering the constricting material with their size and firmness. He could
see her large erect nipples pressing through the material, threatening to tear
holes through the fabric that imprisoned them. Her stomach was a solid, toned
six pack, so firm that he could see the definition of her abs through the
material of the figure hugging catsuit. Her narrow waist flared out to
beautifully curved hips, leading to her powerful, muscle packed thighs. She
wore black thigh length boots that were tightly wrapped around her smooth
powerful calves, the four inch heels adding to the look of dominance and power
that she seemed to radiate. Although the black lycra catsuit covered every
inch of skin, it revealed every spectacular curve and muscle of her powerful,
feminine body. She stood in front of the man, mere inches from him, radiating
dominance and control. He had never felt so intimidated by another person
before yet at the same time he had never felt such desire.

"Kneel before me", she commanded him in a voice that resounded with authority.
He slowly slid to his knees unsure of whether he was acting out of fear of
what she could do to him with her obviously powerful body should he disobey,
or hope, that by pleasing her she would reward him somehow. She smiled down at
the man and took his jaw in her hand, tilting his head back to look at him
over the jutting expanse of her tits. "Open your mouth", she said and again he
responded immediately. Slowly she allowed a large trail of her saliva to drop
into his mouth before ordering him to swallow, which he did without
hesitation. Without another word the woman turned her back to the man and
slowly began to flex her glutes. She sight of the black lycra being stretched
over the two solid balls off her ass cheeks as they grew bigger and harder
inches from his face caused him to gasp in pleasure as he began to
involuntarily ejaculate at the sight. Just at that point the lift opened and
the women stepped into the foyer of the hotel without a backward glance,
leaving the man kneeling in the lift a large stain spreading over the front of
his trousers.

There was a small queue waiting at the taxi rank outside of the hotel as she
left and a taxi was just pulling up. She strode towards the front of the queue
and was about to climb into the cab when the man at the front of the line
spoke. "Hey, this is our cab, there's a line". The woman turned to the man and
his partner, an attractive but mousy brunette and smiled cruelly. The couple
took an involuntary step back as she looked the slightly built woman up and
down like a predator sizing up its prey and slowly licked her lips. The man's
partner gave a slight shiver and a small moan escaped her lips as the woman
held her captive in her gaze. Slowly she turned her incredible eyes to the
man, releasing the woman from her hold. The man was unsure if his girlfriend
was trembling with fear, arousal or both, because the sight of this
spectacular superwoman was causing the same reaction in himself. "Beg me to
take this taxi", she commanded.

"P...please ", the man stammered, "please take this cab, we can get the next
one. I beg you, please take this taxi it's not a problem". The woman looked at
him for a few moments as if deciding whether to accept his plea, while the man
waited in fear for her reaction. Finally, without a word the woman turned to
his girlfriend and blew her a kiss, causing her to issue another involuntary
moan before turning away and climbing into the cab.

"Turn off the meter", she ordered the driver as she slid into the cab. "What?"
he asked, staring in awe and arousal at the impossibly sexy woman. "I said,
turn of the meter", she repeated, turning her face towards him, stripping him
off his free will with the sheer intensity of her gaze. "The privilege of
driving a woman like me is more than payment enough. Don't you think?"

"Y..yes of course", the driver mumbled as reached over and switched off the
meter. "Where would you like to go?"

"Take me to a club", she commanded, once more staring straight ahead, "a good
one, and try to keep your eyes on the road". After 15 minutes of driving in
silence the driver pulled up outside a busy nightclub with a large queue of
people snaking up the road waiting to get in. Without a word the woman reached
over and ran one finger over the obvious bulge in the driver's trousers. His
grip tightened on the wheel and he groaned loudly as her slightest touch
caused him to cum with an intensity her had never experienced. With a
satisfied smile, the woman exited the cab and headed to the door of the club.

Standing just to the side of the queue the woman waited at the velvet roped
barrier until the doorman noticed her. He gave an audible gulp as he took in
her powerful lycra clad figure, his eyes roving up and down her body, unable
to comprehend the sheer physical perfection in front of him. "Do you expect me
to stand here all night?" she asked. Without a word the bouncer pulled back
the rope barrier and ushered her into the club, unable to take his eyes from
her large bowling ball glutes, the rest of the queue completely forgotten. She
strode past the ticket desk and was about to entering the club proper when
someone grabbed her arm. "Excuse me mam, you need to pay", another overzealous
bouncer told her as she turned to face him. She slowly flexed her bicep,
causing the man to gasp in shock as it began to expand, forcing his hand open
with its size. He was a big guy but the sheer hardness of her muscle was
something he could never imagine achieving himself. "You don't really expect
me to pay to grace this place with my presence do you?" she asked as she
stared directly into his eyes, boring into his soul with her penetrating gaze.
"No, no of course not", he replied, looking away, unable to maintain her gaze,
his hand falling from her arm. With an arrogant grin the woman turned and
headed into the club.

The moment the barman saw her approach the bar, every other customer ceased to
exist. She became his sole focus and he moved to serve her immediately,
ignoring those who had been waiting longer. "Gin and tonic", she purred,
turning to the man standing next to her, who was openly staring at her with a
look of barely disguised lust as the barman prepared her drink. "Pay the man",
she commanded, and without any hesitation the customer reached into his pocket
and handed a twenty to the barman. The woman picked up her drink and headed
towards the dance floor leaving the customer to stare speechless as her
spectacular behind.

She headed towards a table where a couple in their twenties were sitting.
"Dance with me", she commanded the man. "Hey, who the hell are you?" the girl
demanded, clearly annoyed that this woman would come onto her boyfriend so
brazenly. She turned to her, an expression of arrogant superiority on her
face. "I am the woman who is about to take your boyfriend from you", she
hissed, "now, I can take him for a few minutes or I can take him forever, your
next actions will decide that". The girl seemed to shrink under the force of
her stare and the confidence of her words, she turned to her partner to see
him gazing at this dominant beauty with a look of unbridled lust and adoration
and she knew he was lost to her. "F...fine", she whispered, turning away from
them, as her boyfriend took the woman's hand and allowed himself to be led
towards the dance floor. For twenty minutes she danced with the man, her body
moving in a symphony of erotic motion that captured the attention of all those
around her. For the entire time her partner gazed at her in rapture, in an
almost trance like state, completely oblivious to anything but the Goddess
before him. She leant into him, her groin pressing against his and whispered
in his ear. "Return to your girlfriend now little man, but you will remember
me for the rest of your life wont you?" The man could only nod dumbly as her
body pressing against his caused him to involuntary orgasm. With a smile of
satisfaction she turned from him and started to slowly dance with another good
looking young clubber, who had been practically ignoring his own partner as he
focused all his attention on the stunning amazon. Realising that she could
never compete with the inhumanly erotic appeal of this superwoman, the man's
partner stormed off the dance floor, hoping in vain that her boyfriend would
follow.

And so it continued for over two hours. The woman would pick a man, cow his
partner into acquiescence sometimes with nothing more than a look and spend
anything from ten minutes to half an hour dancing with them. When their time
was up she would return them to their partners with a wet stain spreading
across their crotch. Some found their partners waiting for them, innately
understanding the immense power the woman wielded and the irresistible pull
she projected, others were released to find their partners gone and their
relationship in ruins. Either way the woman didn't care, her own pleasure was
all that mattered. Half an hour before closing time the woman released her
last thrall and left the club. As she headed towards the waiting line of taxis
the crowds of revellers parted to allow her easy passage, subconsciously
registering her presence and her supremacy over them. "The Sheriton Hotel",
she ordered as she climbed into the nearest cab turning towards the driver,
"and there will be no fee". The driver stared into the seemingly endless
depths of her eyes and nodded. "As you command", he replied, turning off the
meter and driving off.

Returning to the hotel she walked over to the man behind the reception desk.
"I am in room 423", she whispered, a need for sexual release growing within
her, "be there in five minutes". Five minutes later the man was heading
towards her room knowing that he would most certainly be fired for simply
walking away from his post. Still he didn't really care. She had ordered him
to her room and it was inconceivable that he would not go. He knocked on the
door and a moment later the woman opened it. She had removed the lycra catsuit
and now wore only a black thong and bra and the same black thigh length boots.
The man gasped in amazement at the sheer perfection of her physical form and
knew that no matter what happened with his job, he had made the right decision
to come, not that it had ever been his to make.

Any feedback or criticism (preferably constructive) to mcinvictus@gmail.com