The janitor was a big man, standing easily a full eighteen inches taller than Leesa, but his intimidating physical power wasn't what made her back away from him as he stepped forward until she felt the tiles of the shower room under her bare feet. It wasn't even the isolation she felt, even though something in the back of her brain kept yammering in panic at being alone with a man who could easily lift her up and sling her over her shoulder like a sack of laundry and she once again cursed the odd hours she kept and the empty locker room she always found herself in. No, what sent Leesa stumbling backwards until her back hit the wall was the janitor's eyes.

They seemed impossibly deep, the dark brown irises blending so smoothly into the pupils that it felt like she was simply falling into an endless black pit, and the way she had to look up to meet his gaze made Leesa's brain reel with exhaustion even though some part of her instinctively knew that even so much as glancing away would cede dominance to him. She had to keep staring, unblinking, and if that wore her down and wearied her mind then it was a small price to pay to keep him from asserting whatever strange, inchoate power she knew he held over her… and that made sense to Leesa right up until he took her left hand and lifted it up over her head to a grip that had been installed in the wall and growled, "Lock." And her fingers wrapped around it unbidden.

Of course she tried to let go. She strained with every last bit of her panicked strength, her attention torn between the desire to look up at her gripping fingers to see what dark miracle had fixed them in place and her muddled conviction that even glancing away from the janitor's challenging stare would sap her will and leave her a limp and helpless plaything in his grasp. But nothing she did to free herself worked, and the situation was only exacerbated when he took her right arm by the wrist and pushed it up to another, identical grip and murmured, "Lock." That was when Leesa realized he'd steered her to this exact spot, using his physical presence to herd her into position before exerting his mysterious hold on her. But by then it was too late.

Leesa was pinned in place now, held helpless until he released her, and he simply pulled down her shorts and panties with a casual ease that felt unnervingly familiar even though Leesa's head was too fuzzy to place the sensory impression into any kind of meaningful context. She just knew this had all happened before, right down to the way the janitor put two big meaty hands into the collar of her ratty old workout shirt and simply yanked until the whole thing tore to pieces in his grip. He'd seen her like this, and she'd forgotten because she was weak and malleable, and now he was going to fuck her senseless and she was going to love it because she always loved being helpless for her Master. Even if she didn't remember he was her Master once she got dressed and left.

He lifted her by the hips and fucked her, and Leesa discovered that the hypnotic suggestion holding her hands in place was so strong she barely even noticed she was hanging from them like a living hammock while he plowed her sopping cunt. She only knew that she had to keep holding his gaze if she didn't want to lose the last remaining sliver of her will to his inexorable power… and when her eyes rolled back in her head in a titanic climax, Leesa finally remembered that this was yet one more battle she inevitably lost.

One finger on their free hand brushed down your cheek. “There’s something in this moment, plaything. Where I have you, held.” Their hand moved down your bare chest. “Trapped.” Their fingernails left little pinpricks of pain in their wake. “At my mercy.”

You couldn’t look away from their eyes, even as their grin widened. “A small part of your brain, saying: ‘This is wrong, I should try to get away…’” They laughed. “But you don’t want to get away, do you?” You didn’t. You were right where you wanted to be.

“No, you want to stay here, helplessly mine. And awh, every time your brain tries to think, all I need to do is…” They squeezed, slightly, applying a little pressure to the sides of your neck. It made your slowly gathering thoughts fizzle away, quickly. “Helpless prey.”

They had stepped closer. They were so beautiful. They examined you, looking at you like you were a tasty meal for them, before finally, pulling you forward by your neck. “Drop, toy.” They said, and the motion, and the sensations, and the feelings fell away, as you sank into trance.

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