---Entry 9/Trial 7/Midnight Cravings---

Dear Gretel,

Just fyi, I entitled this one as 'midnight cravings' because it sounded better than '2:20 am cravings,' but that's the exact time I started my next trial, last night and a week after jeremy's entry. I've still been stewing about the vexing drawback, one that could leave me compromised in the worst of ways if I'm not careful. Before this trial, I spend most of my time meditating, letting my energies revive naturally, and putting off any play time to mentally prepare myself for more trials.

jeremy misses playtime, but is filled to the brim with happiness knowing that he is more integral to my life than ever before. It's annoying yet amusing how smart he is as a submissive. He's very intuitive about changes and circumstances surrounding me and us. I never have to say a word, and rarely have to explain my feelings. As he continues to use that intelligence to further my happiness, I allow him his own, knowing he can be humbled at any time I see fit.

I could feel his elation as his tongue almost forked deep inside me. The sneaky snake was under me did me from the passenger seat while I sat pretending to look at a map, as if lost. The roadmap against the window masked my face showing I was drowning in near-orgasms from any passerbys on the road, and especially to the diner I was parked across the road from. This was to be my first official testing of G-magic Concilium on multiple subjects, also testing any limitations of distance. Despite the map blocking What my eyes couldn't see, my energy would know where to go. There were only four occupants inside - a waitress, cook, trucker, and drifter. Entering that subspace, the energy gathered inside the car, shot through the glass like a bullet, and split into multiple beams again. I got a sense of them all once their minds were pierced. The control still paled compared to hitting one person, but it was still above normal Concilium, and it hurt less to control and stream to a group, probably because I was prepared for this compared to the beach-goers. One-by-one, I began to mess with each diner-goer. 

The waitress was listening to her favorite country song on the radio, quietly singing it to herself while she checked on her customers. Walking along with a pot of hot, black coffee, she suddenly felt the need to dance her way to the customers in every step. Her volume picked up enthusiastically as well, as if she were trying to outdo the voice on the radio. She was succeeding in her mind, according to mine. The trucker she served I sensed would've laughed at her, but knowing the song as well as she did, he created a duet, even got up a started dancing a tango with her. Neither knew the tango, and neither did I, but they tried based on my streaming instructions. It got harder once with the other two, but I kept it together. The cook came out to see what all the commotion was, only to walk right up to the sleepy drifter, appropriately drifting off on the counter. Drifter woke up to the loud cook to argue back about not having the money to pay, though he did, about the food which he said sucked, though he loved. 

I kept the dancers and arguers and two different sides of the bar. At the risk of over-extending myself yet again, I let a light astral awareness float in the establishment to closely observe, while jeremy did something a little bold that I hadn't told him to. Reaching under the hem of my shirt, his fingers felt my braless chest. I barely noticed exactly what he was doing, probably something like pawing a whole breast and twisting a nipple between the knuckles of his fingers. Whatever he was doing, he helped launch my extension right into the diner. I was maintaining my toughest spell yet, and aware of being in two places at once. 

Inside the diner felt like being on the moon, much weaker gravity as I gently leaped from one couple to the next, whispering further encouragements while still streaming new thoughts. Tangoers happily danced on the glass of the fallen coffee pot; they assumed the crackling of glass under their feet was part of the next shit country song playing on the radio. It was nothing to turn that passion for dancing into a romp in one of the booths. The trucker pulled out the spare condom he was saving for his girlfriend that his wife didn't know about, happy to use it for the homely older woman in tacky platinum hair above him. The two arguers turned into amateur wrestlers on the floor, completely forgetting whatever they were fighting about and simply acting on the uncontrollable urge to wrestle the one another into submission. Both had military experience, so they ended up in some kind of stalemate. The phantom of me floated toward this scuffle, and gripped the heads of the fighters. The real and phantom in me smiled evilly as I sensed deeper in each their latent homophobia, yet pushed their heads together while turning their gendered desires against themselves. I didn't care whether they hated themselves or it, they had to, which really got my juices flowing. Sometimes being a lefty-progressive bitch is just as fun as being an apolitical one.

At some point, a patrol car came by, probably to get some coffee to go. He stayed a bit longer than expected. As soon as he entered the diner, he was greeted by astral me instead of the wild sight I created. He saw me, yet didn't, made to focus and had obedience forced into his consciousness until he could say and think only his first Chinese word - "Cui mian". Fingers not really there circled his temples as the practiced hypnotist I am would do. Operating on limited commands as opposed to streaming ones, he took steps away from the diner, and instead came to my car, retrieving my smartphone while I was still kept occupied. He re-entered the diner and set it between everyone. I had them all freeze, mid-coital, mid-struggle, mid-mindless and repeat something predictable in a loop for 15 minutes straight.

"Love Cherish, and Obey."

Assuming this somehow falls into the wrong hands, for the grammar nazis who might read this and think there's a comma missing, that it should be "Love, Cherish, and Obey," that first comma got burned away, and it should make you scalding hot to recognize that distinction, to be told to go where your emotions have already taken you upon the sight, sound, or knowledge of me.

It was meant to be a souvenir for later, but right now it's pure...something, what hearing that in a phantom version of myself did to me. Thanks to G-magic, my detachment took a stool at the bar and started fingering myself like I never thought I could as five total strangers sang my praises. Before unconsciousness overtook me eventually, the last thing I remembered was waking everyone and commanding forgetfulness and a disregard for anything that seemed strange. The cook went back in the kitchen, the waitress got a mop and a broom and cursed herself for clumsily dropping the pot, and the two customers paid her bills and left.

For the sake of comparison, normal Concilium might've been limited to affecting two, maybe three of them at that distance for short moments. I would've had to take the map down to see where or how I was leading them. G-magic got five for upwards of 20 minutes, under multiple, simultaneous spells, which I've never managed, and maybe heard more experienced witches pull-off. And the exhaustion was way smaller than last time so who knows how long I could've gone (jeremy's still going to have to drive us back and carry me inside, but still). Overall, way better than expected for a next-level test. Even an oldie-but-goodie spell I got tired of made a comeback.

One last thing worth noting while I'm still conscious - the hardest orgasm yet hit me around the time I had most errant thought I could remember producing, how I wished I told the cop to record video of everyone instead of just audio. Checking the recorded trophy on my phone, imagine my surprise when I'd found video of two pairs people gripping themselves, and the cop recording turning the phone to show himself. They all had that mind-blowing, mind-blown-to-smithereens look, some whispering, some moaning "Love Cherish, and Obey." The lull my powers go through after [phenomenon I need a catchy name for] got another boost when I lost myself in putting that video on a loop over and over and over again. I'd hypnotized myself and felt how much power I had after finally coming to, my fingers deep in my panties.