1. Jake's Magic Remote, Part I - The Accident


    Date: 3/17/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: WriterJim, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of time stop, non-consent/reluctance, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty. This is the first chapter of what will become (hopefully) a long story. I'm open to feedback, suggestions, and requests! ---ONE--- Jacob Stevens was a pretty average guy. 6 feet tall, dark hair, Caucasian, athletic build. He had a wife, a daughter, a job, and a lot of bills. Granted, the marriage had cooled off a lot in the last few years, but he did alright overall. He was even looking at maybe buying a house soon, which was a difficult thing for most people in the city. He was pushing steadily toward 40, but thanks to a bit of an epiphany in his early 30s he’d started working out and was in really good shape. Every weekday, he got up early, kissed his still-sl**ping wife, and headed downtown to earn another step toward independence and comfort. Jake was walking between the train station and his office, thinking about his budget for the month, when he heard a crash and the screech of metal. Debris hit the building next to him, and something smacked into his head, knocking him down and dazing him. There was a smell of smoke and burning meat, shocked gasps and the far-off sound of someone calling in an emergency call. Jake shook his head, blinking until he ...
    could see clearly. He was leaning up against a storefront. His shoulder-bag had fallen open, s**ttering some of his things. Groaning, he pushed himself up into a sit and began checking himself for injuries. His hands were sc****d from the fall and one knee felt bruised, but nothing was broken. the sound of sirens wafted in from the distance as a woman ran up to him. “My God,” she said, “Are you alright?” Jake swallowed. The dust and smoke were irritating his throat. “I think so,” he said. “Nothing broken.” “Good,” she said. He blinked a couple more times and couldn't help but smile. The woman was quite pretty, and that’s always a nice thing. In fact, the “scenery” was one of his favorite things about working downtown. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a blue blouse and long gray skirt. The way she’d crouched to check on him, Jake could see a little cleavage and the frill of a white bra. She looked around. “It looks like that headlight smacked you in the head. You’re bleeding a little.” “Shit,” he said. “I've got a little first aid kit... “ he reached for his bag. “Let me help you,” the woman replied. She moved over next to him and started tossing Jake’s s**ttered possessions back into his bag. He liked to be prepared. Keys, a card with his name and address, a notebook, a pocketknife, some spare change… he kept all sorts of things in his bag. She held up a small red object. “Is this it?” “Yeah,” he said, taking it from her and opening the top. “It’s the sort you take ...
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