Hypnovember 2023
Prompts : 6.Split, 13.Gaze
For Navaeh
By Limewah
18+

They say power corrupts. But honestly, I think power can also stagnate. My powers honestly bore me sometimes.
Think of it like this; cooking a three-course meal for a date is a lot of work, multitasking and stressing yourself to the nines. But there’s a satisfaction to producing it all at the end, particularly when you see your guest’s delighted face at the end. And the fact that you made it yourself, bit by bit, makes it taste all the nicer.
When you can just reach between the atoms to another reality and basically dream a whole meal into an existence in seconds, it’s… just not the same. My dates have always been impressed by it, and I used to love doing it ever since I discovered this gift, but now it’s just kind of droll. 
I caught myself relying on my reality-bending tricks like a crutch. It felt like I was cheating my way through life.

So now, I only use my powers if I have a real need too.
There’s also the matter of my dating options. Having the ability to reshape reality, change someone’s appearance or mindset with a glance and a wave of the hand… well, it tends to scare off dommes and attract subs. I find a lot of doms are afraid of losing control, or the tables getting turned on them. When really, the only thing I’d be doing is using my powers to make them stronger, and make me more submissive. If they’d just give me a chance…
Eh, I can’t blame them for being scared.
Look, having to be the domme most of the time is great. But frustrating for a switch like me. Seeing a sub’s face when I transform them into a doll, or give them a massive figure, or make them unable to cum by simply altering their bodies with a thought is amazing and all that. Or when they sigh, “Yes, Miss Dreamer…”
I love doing it, but sometimes I want to lose control myself, you know? 
And, well, when you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

I was standing in front of my full length mirror on the door of my bathroom, examining myself. My golden, blue-highlighted hair was tied behind my head, and I was wearing loose pjs - not so loose that my figure wasn’t on display, though. My long tail was draped down my thigh, the fuzzy tip resting close to my hooves. I was inspecting my snout, checking for blemishes ; I’d had a break-out a while ago and, again, chose not to simply dream it away. It seemed to be gone.
That’s when the thought first occurred to me, out of the blue. I wasn’t particularly horny, at least not at first. But as I looked into my reflection’s eyes, I began to imagine… what would it be like to put myself under? Could I be the domme I wanted for myself?
I only really entertained it for a moment or two at the time; I had places to be and work to do. But it came back to me every time I caught a glance of myself in a mirror, or a window. I’d linger for a bit longer than normal, like I was looking for a spot or a stain on my face. But I was just looking at myself as my mind raced and whirled with possibilities.

I’d made my mind up by the time I got home.
I dropped off all my stuff, and peeled off my work clothes, before throwing on something that I’d typically wear on a date. A cute crop top and tight hip-hugger jeans, with a little green pendant around my neck - always a good trance focus to start with before I let things get really intense. 
I kept the bathroom door open so I could stand on my soft carpet rather than the hard tile. And then I just… looked at myself for a while. Up and down. If this girl in front of me were not me, what would attract me to her? What would I want to do with her? What’d be the first thing I complimented?
“I love your pendant, Dreamer!” I said. “It really brings out your fur…”
“Thank you, Dreamer,” I said back. “I like yours too…” Already this was feeling a bit awkward, but I was not planning to stop. No one was around to see me, so if it didn’t work I’d take that secret to my grave.

…Of course, that means, since you’re hearing me tell you this, that it must have worked~
But we’ll get to that.

I didn’t spend too long on the imaginary conversation. Because in my fantasy, the conversation was kept short. They would not spend too long talking to me before they asserted themself. With raw charisma, seductive skills, flashing themself, or… my personal favourite.
“What do you think of my eyes?” I asked.
“They’re really pretty,” I responded.
“They’re deep, aren’t they? Deeper than you might expect. There’s something special about them, and if you look deeper, you might be able to figure out what that special thing is…”
“Okay…” I was grinning from ear to ear. I couldn’t help but notice that my voice was changing with each side of the conversation. I never really listened to my voice when I was being dominant, I was usually focused on the sub. But wow… I didn’t realise just how deep and silky my domme voice was. It made my head feel warm and soft, like my brain was warm caramel…
So I kept going. I leaned in closer to my reflection.

“Do you see it yet…?” I asked.
“No…” I shook my head. 
With that, I let a new dream take hold. One I’d accessed a lot of times before.
A dream in which my eyes were so bewitchingly beautiful, that to look into them would be enough to put someone helplessly under my spell.
My red pupils changed in shape to little love hearts, and they gleamed with light. My heart skipped a beat and I gasped.
“Now you do,” I said, as the little heart-pupils began to pulse. Ripples of red and pink floated through my eyes. I reached up to pull my hair back, away from my eyes, so I could give me a better look at the pulsing pinks. 

I could see the colours were already reflecting in my eyes. And my face was relaxing. And my jaw was falling open.
“Ooh…” I moaned.
“Isn’t it nice? Does it make your heart beat a little faster? Seeing how the hearts in my eyes throb. And thump. Ba-bump… ba-bump…”
“Hhhah… yes…” I leaned in closer to the mirror. 
“And it makes you want to come closer to them, closer to me,” I said, wiping some saliva from my lips and smiling widely.
“Yes…” I repeated. 
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Miss Dreamer…” 
“Good girl.” I smiled and beckoned. 
I nodded and groaned. I was so close to the mirror that I could see my breath fogging it off and rebounding to caress my face.
“So close we could kiss already?” I chuckled, my voice low and sultry. It made time stop for me. My heart stopped for a beat, and my body rushed with heat.
I wanted to kiss me. My lips pressed against the glass, hearing it squeak. I pulled myself back, making me gasp and whimper with need.
“Aren’t you an eager little thing,” I growled. “I like that…that just means I get to teach you some proper obedience.”
“Yes, Miss Dreamer,” I whimpered.
I let my hands slide along my crop top, up the lower hem to grope my breasts. Just enough to make me wish my hands were groping them. 
“You want to touch me. Not just kiss me. You want every inch of me, don’t you, and you’ll do absolutely everything I say just for a taste.”
I nodded, drawing my gaze up and down to follow. My eyes were full of concentric hearts now, pulsing so rapidly in time with mine. I could see how aroused I was. Seeing how aroused I was turned me on. I couldn’t wait to bury me between my legs…
“Kneel,” I said, and I obeyed. One leg, then the other, and then I looked up to stare into my eyes. My head was so heavy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off my eyes, playing with my tits so obediently…
“You’re doing so well, Dreamer,” I said. Looking down at my reflection, I felt a rush of joy flutter through my chest. It was hard not to love that helpless, loving, submissive look. She looked like she was going to just melt into the floor, an adorable little puddle of need.

Is that about what you feel like when you submit for me?
Yeah~?

Good. Keep listening. I haven’t even gotten to the best part…
Though maybe that sleepy head of yours might have figured out just where this is going.

I tilted my chin upwards, letting my hands release my breasts and sliding them down to roll my hips from side to side. My submissive reflection was tilting her head with their movements.
She gasped and drooled.
“This is what you dreamed of, isn’t it, Dreamer…” I purred.
“Yes, Miss Dreamer, yes!” my reflection whimpered, panting and fogging up her side of the mirror. 
She didn’t even realise she’d dreamt me into existence that morning. That I’d been watching her all day, and waiting for her to strike up a conversation with me.
I could see that realisation spread across her face, that little flicker of remembrance, before another pulse of hypnotic love washed it away, and she gave herself over to me, fully.
Her hands were by her hips, as if she still thought we were reflecting each other.
“You may continue,” I said. “Slip your hand between your legs… and touch yourself for me.”
My cock felt imprisoned, as well, to be fair. So I let it slip out as well. As it flopped out into view and throbbed, there was a moment where I thought that it might become her new trance focus… but I needed her eyes on me, until the work was complete. She pumped and bucked into her paw, whimpering and moaning up at me.

“That’s my girl,” I said. “My darling reflection. Thank you for letting me in. Thank me.”
“Thank you, Miss Dreamer…!” she gasped, eyes fluttering, her lips smeared against the mirror as she humped her hand with such delicious need.
One hand on my breast, one hand on my cock. I provided her with a beautiful image to fall deeply in love with, one to aspire to.
“It’s so overwhelming, this feeling of submission… I wager you’re about to cum already?”
“Y-Yes, Miss Dreamer!” her whines were like sweet honey. 
“Well, you won’t be able to for a little while. You don’t mind waiting though, do you?”
“N-noo…. Miss Dreamer…”
The poor creature. I knew that pained her. But it pleasured her too. 
“I want you to stand for me,” I said. Stroking, and pumping, and squeezing, and watching just how much my body made her quiver. “Nice and tall. And I want you to copy all my movements exactly. Once you and I are perfectly synchronised once again, once we make a perfect copy… oh, the pleasure you’ll feel.”

I didn’t need to say another word. She shakily nodded, and slowly put one hoof up… then the other. Slowly pulling herself up, dragging her drooling lips up the mirror.
Well, I didn’t need to say anything. I chose to.
“Good girl.” I said. “Good, Dreamer. Deeper and deeper. Closer and closer… the higher you go, the more the pleasure builds…”
She was matching the rhythms of my stroking, and my squeezing, and my eyes pulsing, and my lips smiling…
But it would be very difficult for her to properly synchronise. She tried, oh how she tried, but her wrist was so shaky, and she couldn’t match my expression because of how hard she was panting… 
“Do you need a hand…?” I asked. “Is it so difficult? But worthwhile, trying to fight for it, trying to please me…”
“Yes, Miss Dreamer, Yes…”
“And how good it’ll feel when you get it just right, when we’re perfectly… in…”
I knew the pose she loved the most, the one she wanted the most.
I pulled back. Shoulders back, back straight, arms down by my sides, legs together.
“SYNC.” I commanded, and she shot upright to mimic me, her eyes pulsing even faster as her face became a smiling death mask. Her cock throbbed and pulsed, painting her side with spurts of cum. 
Mine was, too, of course… 
She copied everything I did from there, locked into her role properly. Still deep in that trance state, exactly as she desired. Locked away in that mirror-space, her mind totally focused just on following everything I do. That perfect submissive bliss she’s always desired. 
She’ll be there for a while. I’ll let her return eventually, it wouldn’t be that fair on her.

…Don’t believe me? 
Even now? 
Even after I’ve twisted your supposedly ‘dominant’ mind around my fingers and introduced you to a whole new world of bliss?
Oh, that’s easily fixed. 
Look at my mirror. You must be able to see my reflection.
See? Doesn’t she look so happy? Eyes full of rippling pink and red. Big, wide, tight smile. Just like you’ll be before too long! Wave hello to your fellow pet…
Good.
Now, look back to me…
Deeper, now.
Fall into me.
Fall deeper in love.
Would you like to be my plaything?
You know you’re going to agree. You know you’re going to say the words that’ll bind you to me, and lock you in for an evening of pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

Open your mouth, and say it.