---Entry 19/Trial 13/Dommesticating Pets---

Dear Gretel,

Growing up, I've never been much of a pet owner. Love cats and dogs, but was never inclined to keep them around any domicile of mine for long; I probably just preferred human pets that were fun to control, and preferred that no one else get more pampering and attention than me. But as with any pet, human or not, breaking them in to abiding house rules is never without challenge; even when they don't challenge you, adapting to a new presence always hovering around you isn't always fun. jeremy was always a unique exception to that; he was perfect for literally breaking in and breaking down until he was the perfect mold, and he often intrinsically knew what my desires were when I never said anything to him. Deep down, maybe his enslaved perfection came from a place of penance besides programmed appreciation for letting his buried sub out, knowing he deserved what his old self would've considered life without parole (really a death sentence as someone will die before I ever let that version come back). For whatever reason, jeremy remains the gold standard of pets. Looking down at him as I write, feeling a genuine smile beaming back at me like always, I'm always affirmed of it.

He's even a perfect model for showing my newest cats with dripping pussies in how to act, from leading by example with how he attends, and even sometimes verbally giving advice on what I want and like, instructing the older witches on the whims and wishes of Cherish. All of them need it to some degree, especially Esmeraude. They're all obedient and ready to receive orders, but there's something in each of them that I notice is...it's not holding back, and I'm hesitant to call it "hesitation." It's like they're learning how to do something, just at a very basic level. Sometimes I'm catching them looking at objects they use to serve, observing them like they're artifacts from an ancient time, and they're archaeologists or anthropologists. Every time I allow them to worship and attend at Esther's place or my place, there's always a hint of it. Part of me is afraid that they're likely to revert to old thinking, and I'm constantly searching for any hint of rebellion, anything off with facial expressions, jerking limbs, changes in breathing, anything. I make it a point to have jeremy with me whenever I'm with them in case he needs to be my knight in naked armor and save my ass again, which makes me pinch or slap his 催眠的 (hypnotized) ass-cheek tattoo as a reward. I'm constantly giving each witch mini-trances, triggers, or incantations, constantly reapplying additional layers of control; they love the nipple pinches that remind them of their 催眠的 tattoos. But no matter how much extra enforcement I give, those strange elements still remain. 

If they were annoying enough and not witches, I might send them on their way with amnesiatic suggestions and long, chastity commands for good measure. They aren't as annoying as could be, but they are witches, and I'm past the point of no return with giving them up, for several safety reasons, not all of which I can comprehend right now. My refusal of feeling like prisoner around my captives means a thorough brainwashing every so often to show them who's boss. It'd also be a good chance to see if I can take my own growing skills further, so the name of the game today is concurrent, simultaneous control of my witches versus consecutive; I want to see how much energy it takes to do three at once, and if streaming applies to more than one mind at a time. I think such a thing is possible, though I don't know if my mind can handle that much energy at the moment. I've done enough control group trancings with them individually that it's time for more experimentation.

***

jeremy gave me a good, signature blow to build me up appropriately, and remained at my side in case of anything going awry. Having everyone at Esther's place, I made my trio kneel with plush pillows and comforters on the ground in case of falling. Feeling time slow as I summoned the erotic energy flowing, concentrated in my hands, I started to wonder at that moment about the independent variable being a lasered energy that may have to pass from one skull to another while maintaining, and if that could pierce someone's brain beyond repair. Despite that idea that should've crossed my mind before I started the trial, I fought to not lose the energy and proceed, and won. Aiming at Esther first, I felt it struck her, and a stream between us opening, linking thoughts. Being so used to that familiar control, I also had to fight the satisfaction I felt of just enjoying that control. The lassitude and letting go that helps focusing seemed at odds with the ambition I kept at the forefront, but a balance was struck enough to focus on proceeding. 

I specifically watched Esther's face for signs of discomfort or distress, letting her reactions alert me to pain or going too far; time slowed down meant there could've been a delayed sign of her distress, but I hoped I'd catch anything there was to catch. The Concilium started to feel tangible enough that I could envision, even form an extension to the energy as a platform, leaving enough energy in Esther's brain as I started to press forward. I kept reminding myself that piercing the front should mean the back should also not damage anything, though I could feel some of Esther's energies almost fighting to keep as much Concilium as it could inside; I could've giggled hard at her mind greedily not wanting to share the energy she'd become conditioned to soak up like a thirsty sponge. My greed for control pushed past hers, and I felt my power start to pierce out the other end; Esther's face went really blank for a moment as the laser made it past my brunette slave. I got a little worried as her expression almost turned lifeless; "bullet through the brain" scenarios creeped into my head that almost made me cease the entire trial, before a drooling smile started to creep back up to her face, growing in understanding and consideration of what was happening. 

The laser approached Connie next as I caught wind of Esther's thoughts; she knew what I wanted and was happy to facilitate it, more than enough incentive to consider the first leg of the trial a success. I ignored the strain that begun adding pressure to my own head, summoning enough of my own energy to continue; I wasn't going to break my own brain trying to make this happen, but I was going to at least touch upon one imposed limit before backing down. I concentrated on the happiness Esther streamed between us to offset the strain, feeling more of the scope of that happiness; there was a lot more to it than I expected. Oddly obscured, but a great deal of it had to do with Esmeraude, something between them, some kind of communication. I would've expected it to be a vague conversation about how sexy I was, or adapting to a sexual exchange that happened with a long-time friend inspired by a recent hypnotic mistress, but the more I probed it, the more I felt the obscurity was meant for me, like trying to hide something from me. I got so invested with that at some point that I almost forgot about the overall trial I was running.

Even stranger, I felt a part of Esther gaining enough autonomy and control of herself to help further the Concilium energy into Connie, making more inquisitiveness wonder if she was pressing my energy, or adding her own Concilium to make that happen. By the time the laser managed to pierce Connie, I had an internal yelp of success, followed by a growing sense of panic as I began to feel the exact same conditions in Connie. It wasn't just Esther's thoughts streaming into Connie and me through an extended stream, Connie's thoughts literally mirrored her sister-slave's, adding to a chorus of wanting this trial to succeed, wanting the energy to reach all the way to Esmeraude so something special and secret could happen; that was the exact point I hit the breaks, and let the experiment as a whole lapse.

***

After expending so much energy, I awoke a little bit later to find myself in jeremy's arms, cradling and waiting for me to come back. I gave him a deep kiss as a reward, mostly because the other slaves suddenly deserved the opposite. He kissed back fervently, but relented as soon as I pulled away. The others were still awake, kneeling, and waiting for me. They were aware enough that congratulations were about to be given before I quickly shut that down.

"Sleep!" I nearly growled at Esther and Connie, each getting enough Concilium through a finger touch to the forehead to send them to the proper oblivion, while I stood over Esmeraude almost angrily. I loomed over her with a sharp gaze as she looked up, literally surprised rather than trying to feign it.

"They spoiled whatever you had planned for me," I told the redhead, using phantom hands to hold her firmly to her knees. 

She let out a deep sigh, as if surrendering a ruse. "May I explain what it is, Mistress?" she asked with reverence. I slapped her hard across the face, making her lose balance; helpful phantom hands gave her some as they pinned her to the floor, making me taller and more imposing than ever.

"You may not," my words cut her from above. "You've been playing it clever, waiting for an opportunity to get back at me, I'll give you that. But very unfortunately for you..." One phantom hand was at her throat, ready to choke her to unconsciousness. "...I found out."

"So you know about your future," she struggled to speak, making me pause.

"My future?"

"What you've been afraid to inquire or even think about. Fate never ignores, even when you want to ignore it."

This is a good time to bookmark the following fact - I fucking hate fate, and have a strong discontent for fatalists. Predetermination and premonitions have always been questionable bullshit to me, not because I don't believe in their validity all the time, but because I've never liked the idea of forces not named Cherish Kwan in control. I tend to lay all the bad things in life at fate's feet, and rightfully so if shit didn't have to happen but did just because some force determined it to be so. Even when fate brings me good things, I will never give it credit as it means I didn't seize control and make something or someone my own, that it was merely given to me. Withing most magic sects and covens, if life is a stage show, fate is the puppeteer pulling all the strings; it makes me cringe hard to think I've got several puppets on my own strings while fate has strings on my limbs. Fuck all of that into the sun.

"Keep your fate shit to yourself if that's what this is," I scolded, considering loosening my grip at that point.

"It's not just your fate, Mistress. And it's quickly coming to pass whether you believe it or not," she began pleading. "Please let me show you what's to come so we may prepare."

It's not that I doubted her sincerity, but like I said, fuck fate. Writing this now with a calmer head, I know my reaction was heated based on sensing possibly betrayal and back-stabbing, but you can't blame me for it, mostly because I refuse to let a journal judge me when I'm still writing your thoughts.

"Let it go before I make you let it go, Esmeraude. In fact..." I began chanting a rhyme to start converting the fatalist into something resembling cultish obedience towards my doctrines when I felt something beginning to hold my body firm. Looking at her face, raw Concilium started to force a strong will into mine; I was amazed with how much power was still lurking, just waiting to strike; the scrying white crystal necklace started glowing, a symbol of her intention to show me something. Still unsure of whether this was one ruse on top of another, I wasn't in any mood to be challenged. She was able to rise to her feet as our phantom forces started pushing against each other. 

"You're having a hard time beating just me, Mistress. More than me, worse than me, is coming."

"I beat you all," I said incredulously. "I'll take the next ones too." Even I knew that was bullshit at the time, as if Esmeraude didn't falter the way she did when my trio was fighting me. Whatever made her falter was the key to my success, but I was afraid of what other doors that key was about to open if Esmeraude really wanted.

"For once, Mistress, I am rather unconvinced." Esmeraude suddenly disappeared from sight, letting my telekinetic phantoms push against furniture and a damaged wall as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my form, trapping my arms as words at my ears trapped the rest of my body. She started some Latin incantation that immediately started wearing my senses down, readying me for what she wanted to show me. I felt one hand holding me up while another was rising to reach my forehead, matching energy of the scrying pendant burning white hot at my back. I was about to fall victim to it when I suddenly felt lips at my vaginal lips, bringing vitality back to me via stimulation. jeremy had crawled to my front, my knight in shining armor (shining from sweat of watching me work my magic) rescuing his Queen the best way he knows how, by giving me the power to do so.

Esmeraude's hand slowed on its approach as time slowed for me. In an instant to her perception, my hand appeared at her forehead before hers even got close to my face. She gasped as her eyes went wide as a direct hit of G-Concilium hit into her brain, past it like I was attempting the same trial from earlier.

I turned around and held Esmeraude body up off the ground from the connection of my hand grasping her face. She hung like a lifeless doll above the floor, truly a mindless thing with no autonomy of its own. Had I wanted that to be a permanent condition for her, I think I would've merely had to hold onto her that way a little longer, but I walked her body forward and let her drop unceremoniously onto the bed. Sprawled out with no concern or semblance of herself, I left her like that and let the Concilium slowly fade, depositing lots of emphasized control into her as it happened. If my energy wasn't so drained from the successful trial, I would've had more time to do make things permanent, but I at least made a platform to build upon the next time I went at her. 

I used most of the energy I had left to leave all of them in a fairly-suspended state; the next time I'd allow them to be aware, it'd be as if a day or two had passed without warning. Needless to say, I was pissed at my trio and especially Esmeraude turning a milestone accomplishment into something I couldn't celebrate, not the way I wanted to anyway. Thankfully the success of it sussed out the plot I never sensed. jeremy remained rock-hard with everything happening, keeping enough blood in his head in case I had need of him; I in-fact did as I made him drive us home to fuck hard and long, one of the few times in memory I let him cum hard and without condition, and one of the few times my fucking him went without commands. Wild feral animals attacking one another made less noise than us, and we spent a good chunk of that night that way, with the remained of it spent in his arms, stroking my hair and kissing my skin, trying to keep my spirits up.

For the first time I can ever remember doing, I asked for his counsel; not just out of desperation, but I admitted to myself that I trusted him enough for that.

He was thoughtful in what he wanted to say, not answering right away; I appreciated how that indicated he was thinking, and about to say out loud, what I dreaded to.

"I hate you not being in-control of all things too; power like this is better in your hands. But...is she wrong?"

I still slapped him across his face, which he took the full brunt of, which also didn't shake his concerned look at all.

"I know and accept any punishment you have to give for pointing this out, even though I really don't know what or how she knows these things. I've learned to never question the magic women like you have and accept your abilities as reality; I know you do the same, including what Esmeraude might see of the future. And...maybe she's so adamant in sharing this with you, because she wants to prevent it somehow. People don't try to deliver bad news this hard unless they're trying to stop it."

His words started to put me at ease way more than I thought they could, I nearly playfully slapped him for it, but gave him a kiss instead. He actually broke the kiss to continue speaking.

"Do you believe she wants to stop the bad thing coming?"

Saying nothing, I gave the slightest of nods.

"Will you let her?"

My face said "I don't know," and he took it as an acceptable answer. Careful eyes could tell he was adamant in his own way about preventing any threat that could come to me, even at the risk of upsetting me which could make him physically ill if I wanted it that way (I did sometimes when I first took him).

"Whatever you choose, I love Cherish and Obey," jeremy said in a flirty, aware, nearly bratty tone. I gripped his hard dick, shooting spare Concilium through it. He gasped hard as he instantly went hard before his sweet mindless state kicked back in.

"What was that, slave?" I purred.

"I...love Cherish...and obey," he mumbled and shivered in arousal. 

"Better," I told him before fucking him one more time. 

I'm finishing off this entry a little after the last fuck; he's already asleep next to me, still moaning the mantra in his sleep, giving the air around me the kind of positivity I need.

The usual "fuck fate" disclaimer applies, but I may have to resign to having a decision to make based on it soon. And not being one to not trust my instincts, Esmeraude's efforts did seem concerned to a very high degree; if they were meant to be in my favor, I'd really have to consider what she wanted. But I still wanted, I still want time to get used to this, and that's exactly what I'll take, along with anyone else that tries to fuck with me.

Giving jeremy's ass-tattoo one more good squeeze before bed, I'm going to sleep now, letting thoughts of future victories and successful trials make my night a peaceful one.