A Single Moment

You removed yourself from a boring conversation about stocks between a couple of high-flying City bankers to take some weight off leaning on the balcony of the vast hotel hall. The stuffy heat and the clamouring voices of the countless attendees were not exactly homely, but the environment was still comfortable. After all, it's not every day you get to attend such a big event, and soon you were going to have to resume your networking. You cast your eyes over the crowd below, looking for an open circle.

Or a lone beauty.

You knew who she was of course. Only the idol of every human of your generation. Intelligent and stunning, and perfectly poised as well. And she saw you. Her quick smile seemed friendly, but there was a hint of mischief. And there was that briefest flash in her eyes.

A single spiral is all Emma Watson needs to claim a slave.

A simple line of hypnotic power swirled out from her pupil, and as it reached its end at the edge of her deep, brown eyes, it entered your mind. Again, a single spin appeared in your vision, and dissipated. But the hypnotic power of Emma had left its mark.

Even after she disappeared into the crowd, you could see her perfectly. You could see her perfection. Every strand of alluringly wavy hair. Every inch of smooth skin. Every sensual curve on her body. The light of a fierce mind and a powerful will behind her eyes. You hardened just thinking of her. Or moistened. Her appeal went far beyond mere sexual attraction. This was the purest form of arousal. It was primal, an adulation of a being you could never hope to match. She was a goddess, and you needed to worship her.

Everything else was unfocused, like a blur. It was not worth looking at anything which wasn't Mistress Emma, and your eyes did their best to avoid taking in any image which was not the perfection you sought. You bumped into party-goers and mumbled apoligies in slurred words as you continued in a steady gait towards the stairs. There was not an iota of embarrassment in your dulled mind. Any commotion you cause would make it easier for Emma to find you, and she would know how deeply she entranced you more quickly. Hopefully she would be pleased with her own efficiency, and not disappointed in you for being weak-willed.

You stopped for a second, mouth slightly agape and eyes focused on the middle distance. But inside you were frowning. What if the Goddess really didn't find you worthy?

The spiral embedded deep within you provided the answer.

No-one was worthy of Emma, so all slaves, no matter how heroic their resistance to her, were equally foolish. None deserved to even see her beauty. But she allowed it, as she wished to be served and worshipped as she should be. A slave should not worry themselves with anything of that sort. You knew then that worrying aobut anything would no longer be needed.

If you ever needed to think, your Goddess would allow you to. But for now, you let the spiral empty the rest of your thoughts.

More people in the crowd. No Goddess.

Drinks table. Knocked over bowl. No Goddess.

Secrutiy guys throwing you out as your limp body failed to resist. No Goddess.

Slumped on the floor outside. She came to you. This was what was meant to happen. You had to be introduced properly on your knees, not above her as you were.

Emma was, in every way, above you.

She smiled down with her lips in a satisfied, cheeky expression. A single word left them, and travelled through the air to you.

The word entered your mind, and filled its empty caverns.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

It took a single glance and a single word.

You were hers. Then, and now.
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With help from Maurislave