Sweet dreams Jamie. Thanks for the prompt ;)
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“JAMIE, FOR FUCKS SAKE, GET YOUR HEAD INTO THE GAME!”
From the sidelines, I whip a volleyball in your direction and hit you right on your round ass.
You had just made ANOTHER dumb mistake and the B squad on the other side had already won two sets and were about to sweep the match.
Shocked, all of the teams practicing at the sports center, both the U23 mens and women’s national team, stopped to look in your direction.
“WE HAVE THREE WEEKS UNTIL NATIONALS. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
6ft, dark hair, and handsome. I’m fresh off of coaching the women’s Brazilian beach volleyball team to a gold medal. And I’m sick of cute little bitches like you acting like little brats.
You especially caught my eye, and my anger… You are shorter than all the other girls, around 5ft-3, full perky D cup tits, and a huge vertical with an ass to show for it.
You have so much potential, and on your good days you are best player on the court.
But recently you’ve been more worried about the boys on the other court, self conscious about how they stare at your bouncing tits when you spike. Or when they whistle when you bend over and your ass cheeks peek out from your spandex shorts.
I can tell the attention turns you on. But you just don’t know what the fuck to do about it.
This is my first full-time coaching position since the Olympics, and I’m not about to let you be the reason we lose in the quarter-finals.
“Uh oh, the little bimbo is in trouble again.” You hear the boys laughing. “She belongs in a porno.” Another one whispers. “Yah I’d fuck that.”
With the attention of the entire room on you, you can’t take it.
“FUCK YOU!” You yell at me as you pick up the volleyball and throw it back at me.
Swinging at it with with a powerful smash, the boom echoes as I crush it down against the floor so that it bounces into the rafters.
The look in my eyes. You’ve seen me angry before, but never like this.
Immediately you turn and run into the women’s change room.
I’m right behind you.
“JAMIE!” I bellow at you, my pace fast, with long strides I catch up to you in the locker room and grab your shoulder with a rough hand and swing you around.
I stare you right in the eyes, but you can’t handle it. Tears well up, turning your sky blue eyes cloudy. Your brunette hair pulled back into a pony tail, I reach around your head and grab it to force you to look at me.
The rage in your eyes excites me.
Blushed, breathing heavy, sweat trickles down between your cleavage.
Hmm… Is it worth the risk?
Puckering your lips, you spit at me.
“ENOUGH!” I grab you around your tiny waist, my large hands almost wrapping all the way around as I force you down into a sitting position on an old wooden bench.
Furious, I wipe your spit off my shirt, as I do so, my eye catches the two non-descript silver bangles that clink against my wrist.
Fuck it. I am going to make this little bitch my personal fuck toy.
“Look… Jamie…” I say calmly. My deep voice soothing. “Enough of this ok?”
“Have I ever told you the story about these bracelets from Brazil?”
I catch you off guard as I hold my arm up in front of your face and lightly stroke one of the bands. Its thinner than the other one and has a smoky-haze to the finish.
Close-up, the metal texture seemed to begin moving, almost like the camoflage of an octopus shifting in the light.
With a soft click, the band detaches itself and falls to the ground, clanging against the tile floor, it settles near your feet.
“Oh shit!” I say with mock surprise as you reach to pick it up.
“It’s a shame really…”
I look down into the glistening valley of your tits as you bend down. There is a strong tan line… you haven’t been nude much…
“You used to be such a good girl.”
Like a coiled snake, the band strikes.
Before you can react it leaps onto your ankle and snaps shut.
Reaching around your head once more, I grab your pony tail and pull it down, forcing you to look up at me.
There is pure terror in your eyes.
And I love it.
You twitch to run, but I’m faster.
“Stop moving.” I say. Voice silky.
Like a statue, you are frozen in place.
“While you’re at it, don’t speak until I tell you to.”
I can tell you are screaming on the inside, and it’s making my cock hard.
Your terrified eyes are drawn to the sudden movement of my shaft pressing against the inside of my pant leg. Through the fabric you can see the outline of my cock. It is unusually large… the head almost down to my knee.
I flick the larger bracelet on my wrist so that it spins in front of your face.
“I can’t wait to tell you about what these bracelets can do. But don’t worry… you will understand soon enough.”
Placing a fingertip on your forehead, I press lightly and your body tilts back on the wooden bench into a relaxed position.
Motioning with my other hand, you arch your back with your tits up towards me and spread your knees out wide.
“Now, a few ground rules.” I say as I drag my finger lightly down your forehead, to your nose, your lips… “No matter what happens to you, you will never be able to speak about it to anyone else. When I tell you to begin acting normal, you will behave like the Jamie you have always been. No one will ever be able to suspect a thing.”
I move my finger to your chin, smoothly down your throat. I feel your pulse racing.
“Even if you hate me, hate the things I do to you, hate what I tell you to do… you will be powerless to act. But you will never forget the things you have done. With each embarrassment, you will find yourself twice turned on by the very act that degrades you.”
Moving down to your collarbone, my eyes catch something surprising.
“Oh my… Jamie, Jamie, Jamie…”
Your tits are so hard they are almost piercing through your jersey.
“I haven’t even told you to get wet yet.”
Looking down at your crotch, I can see your wetness soaking through your spandex shorts.
“Ahhh… after all the shit you’ve put me through, this is going to be worth every, last, second.”
“Now…” I run my hands through your hair and take out your pony tail. Your hair cascades down to your shoulders. “Show me the kind of slut you really are.”
On your ankle, the thin band squirms in delight.
“In five seconds, I want you to get naked, go over to that corner, put your face on the floor and stick your ass up…
Then show me how you like to fuck yourself when no one is watching.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jxkv7b/the_breaking_of_jamie_mf_mind_control_vball_girl