---Entry 6/Trial 4/Beach Getaway---

Dear Gretel,

The next Friday that jeremy got off of work, he acted on the suggestion I gave him of preparing for a weekend excursion. His norm was to strip naked and collar himself, humbly presenting me with his leash, and it was fascinating see him move against a groove set in him for so long; he so wanted to remove his clothes, but the naked liberation crashed against my word, and my word, my new commands, unsurprisingly won. He made sandwiches, poured ice and drinks into the cooler, packed enough beach clothing for several days (most of it mine; I like choices), and humbly presented me with his wallet when he was finished. I took it and slapped him lightly with it on his tattooed cheek. He smiled at that, still loving the light pain sending shockwaves of pleasure, especially playfully-delivered with a leathery touch. I handed him the keys and we were on our way.

He drove us out to a fairly secluded part of the closest beach to us. It's beautiful, but rather hard to reach, especially without some levitation skill. The change of scenery wasn't really required, but I felt it essential to rid myself of distractions and give G-magic totally unfettered attention. Camp was easy to set up, and I made sure before that he got a good meal in him before we got to the beach; I would be using all that energy he consumed. I spent the early evening coquettishly disrobing from what I wore when we drove in, driving him crazy as he lay naked in the sand sporting is own tent of sorts (or shorts) while his owner showed him a body he always lusted for, and usually was allowed to please. 

"Someone loving what eyes lay upon,
Love requires they do little else but fawn.
No matter the tension, no matter the desire,
Not until my words allow will your passion expire."

All of his wanting was for naught as I hit him with a spell to keep him fixed, revving desire up as high as they'd been in months. And even when I let him off the leash, knowing what a mad-man he could be, I hit him with a spell that made him sluggish, like he was moving underwater to pleasure me.

"Passion begets purpose, begets such wanton pleasure.
Yours begets wearisome, a decelerated measure."

All of this was done so he could do me with all of his vitality, yet assuming more control of his body so it wouldn't be over so quick. The build-up was long, and frustrating for both of us, holding back the result of my climax to reach this space hidden between ragged breaths. Even jeremy's signature took forever to happen, but once I felt his tired tongue make the familiar motion, I managed to slip into it so subtly, I might've missed it if I wasn't actively trying to be hyper-aware. 

Without looking to cast any spell while in it, I just remained in total observation-mode. It was much like the headspace I found with the triplets, still heady and heavy, yet somehow an incredibly light; I was lost in the clear fog, but aware of things around me. I theorized it was like looking at the world through the spectrum of pure magic, more than what I saw, I felt, in my bones and skin, fingertips tingling like mini-live wires. 

Till dawn, we practiced getting me to that point where I got lost in a sexual trance. Every time jeremy did one of his necessary little tricks, I hit it almost regularly, fractionating and conditioning my pussy to recognize the signs of it. And every time I emerged from the headspace, fatigue set in my head, in small doses, but the feelings of lethargy got stronger with the deeper headspaces; I'd never considered G-magic might have a drawback of any kind to it, but that seems like a big one. It definitely takes it up a few notches in the risk-reward department, and makes me laugh that the kryptonite to G-magic could be too much of a good thing. 

The longest time I could remember spending in that trance was at best guess 20 minutes. What I can remember is reacting to jeremy strongly, tweaking his nipples with my electric fingers in response. Either I pushed him or he leapt off me and violently came while falling into the sand, still screaming and pumping after he landed; I'd wondered if the magical chastity block I kept him in was broken just because my spell efforts felt pushed to their limits. I stood looking at him, and looking at the world anew around me. Not the brightness a newborn might expect, but newness none-the-less. The bonfire near us, I extended my hand out towards it and used the other to brush my clit with one finger lightly, and like the highest setting of a stovetop flame, that fire grew, way past my own height. I felt the connection to the fire, and sweat pouring down my body. 

Off beyond the flame I saw people approaching. They looked young, and were probably better-than-amateur rock climbers to get where we were, ready to enjoy what they thought was a typical bonfire. Screams of "wow" and "that's fuckin' huge," got closer. I wasn't interested in drawing more attention, so with a wave of my hand, one strong gust of wind extinguished the fire with one swipe. That wasn't all as I heard screams of surprise fill the air; the wind had knocked the youngsters back too, at least a dozen feet away. Groans of agony and anger replaced the screams; I sympathized with them as even in my trance, but loathed their interruption. 

Extending my hand once again, I let concentrated Concilium gather in my hands, as some of them started to get up. It didn't occur to me in this state that I had only used G-magic Concilium on a single individual; my rational mind would've certainly wondered if several-at-a-time was even possible. My irrational, tranced self didn't seem to care about the numbers, and grew another concentrated ball of energy, probably invisibly on their visible spectrum, though pronounced on mine. As it shot out in laser form, my eyes widened slowly as I noticed the lasers splitting apart from one to several, one for each interloper. I could feel the split energy had produced a weaker Concilium than the first time; the strength of it must've been closer to a normal Concilium, which was at least enough to keep them under control. Their thoughts and sounds were as extinguished as the bonfire, but their pleasant mindlessness didn't match the stark fatigue and slight headache I felt, suddenly connected to several minds at once while running on empty. I collapsed on the sand, or someone caught me to set me down gently, I couldn't have told you the difference.

jeremy told me it was like over and hour later when I groggily came to; he'd been on watch since I fell out, watching me and the taken slaves. I still wonder if what kept them asleep for that long was of the connection to my mind. They fainted like I did, and stayed in darkness longer than I did, which was lucky.

I walked past the remnants of the fire, to five college kids lying on the ground, light snoring the only sounds besides the waves crashing nearby. The surprise of what I managed unprompted almost put me into a trance of wonderment before the sound of the ocean crashed back into my ears shook the trance away, reminding me I was at the beach. I approached each youth, checking to see how far they'd gone under. I breathed easier as each were all responsive as if I'd cast regular Concilium to each normally. I would've jumped for joy if the headache was still present; they all identified as my slaves like I wanted, chanting "Love Cherish, and Obey," obedient to every word, forgetful of everything they found in coming here, and of the fucking they gave each other, and one of them to me (hey, my cunt felt frisky, and one of the guys had a pocket full of condoms). All of what I've just written down was half that night and half after I woke up from more exhaustion. It must be the like 10 or 11 in the morning by now. Needless to say, my day is looking bright.