Book One: Velvet Memories.

Chapter Three: Teddy.

I didn't see him at first. Sitting in the corner, talking quietly with a small group of people. My attention was only drawn to him when introductions were made. My first impression; prey.
Oh, he had plenty of the qualities I look for in a man... Intelligence, a sweet nature, a kink oriented sex life.
Still, he was perfect prey. Yes, I see your fence, little sheep. And I'll even pay heed to it; for now.
My attention was drawn elsewhere, and he became inconsequential.

Our paths met again. And again. It seemed that everywhere I was to turn, he was there. Every meeting, I grew more and more intrigued. I began to covet him.
At first, a hug... A seemingly simple embrace, though it touched me far more than it should have.
Prey does not fire emotion; it does not make one smile in a light hearted joy when one sees it... Prey is for feeding, for desiring, for taking.
Why do I not feel that way with this one?

On perhaps our fifth or sixth such meeting, he showed me a new side of himself. One I knew existed, but the truth was far more exquisite.
He smoothed his hands lovingly across the fur that now embraced his entire body, and I felt something new toward him; a wanting, an openness.
I craved the touch of that fur against my skin. I moved to the floor, opening my legs and my arms, that he may come into them.
He turned, his back to me, and my heart plummeted.
Then he sat, and moved closer, so that his smooth soft fur was against me. Caressing my arms, my neck, my legs... All parts of my skin that were laid bare felt the brush of it.

My world shrank to a minuscule sphere, that only we two inhabited. My chest rose and fell with his, our breathing in harmony. Strong, warm arms held me, as I held him with my body, and I lay my cheek against his head and smiled blissfully.
Dreams painted the canvas of my mind as I drifted in and out of sleep... So comfortable, so safe, so utterly intoxicated by the feelings he was evoking in me.

After a time, my mind was dragged upwards and the fragile bubble of intimacy was shattered.
I felt tendrils of my heart wind out through my body, and lovingly caress his, binding part of my affections to him. I smiled again, feeling waves of protectiveness and hope washing over me.
I knew from that moment on, I would think of him often.
I knew, that I would crave to be in his arms again, to open myself to him.
I knew that I would want him to love me back.

Book One: Velvet Memories.

Chapter Two: Remus.

A few days after Velvets' encounter with the talented Adonis, we find her sitting on a silk-covered couch, with a handsome man curled up next to her. His head rests trustingly in her lap, the mahogany curls being teased and stroked by her gentle hand.
Looking down at him, she asks softly "Are you happy, Remus? Here, with me?"
The mans' smile can be heard in his voice as he replies. "Yes, Mistress. It's not always easy, and sometimes you push me further than I think I can be pushed, but I'm always happy."
Velvets' lips curve upward in a soft smile, and she gazes across the room, becoming lost in memory...

It was a cold day, a day of little importance. I was sitting in a room within a room, watching the world with boredom when he walked in. Handsome, self assured, friendly... and yet. There was something about his gaze when he looked at me. A slight falter in his step, a glimpse of the hidden desires, the vulnerability.
I smiled softly, and made a witty comment. He laughed. Success! He strode over to me and introduced himself. Hmm, Remus. Nice name.
I sat with him awhile, and wove my magic... Approaching his vanity, stroking his ego, becoming the chameleon Enchantress that would fulfil his every need...

He bent a small section of his armour and let me slip inside.
"Will you trance me?" he asked hesitantly.
I laughed on the inside at how easy this was going to be. Schooling my features to near-innocence with a hint of mischief, I replied "It would be a pleasure..."

I spent a small while calming and relaxing him, my words flowing out into his mind like the caress of a lover. He dropped deeply for me, heart and mind exposed trustingly.
I hesitated.
"You can feel your mind clearing of all self-doubt, of all tiredness... Your senses are becoming keener by the moment... Thoughts change with the ease of a well oiled machine... Feel your full potential unfolding, and with it confidence..."

I cleared his mind, and boosted his mental abilities, so that he might do well for the competitions planned that night. He awoke, and was surprised at the feeling of well being.
Just you wait, I thought.
He left, and I sat, torn by guilt and pleasure. It's always nice to play with new minds... But... My intentions in playing with his were not as pure as they seemed to most. I wanted him. I wanted him at my feet, expression blank, the only words he's able to remember being "pet obeys."

He wanted that, too. Hidden carefully behind a fortress of walls, his desires screamed to be released. I could hear them. I could feel them, calling me, teasing me... Coaxing me to set them free.

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The next time I saw him, we talked.
I danced through and around the conversation.
I posed him questions, flattering, impressing.
I was pleasantly surprised by his answers.
He gave me a little more of himself.
Love tiptoed its' way from my heart...
...Into his.

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From that day, we were open with each other. All the guarded secrets, desires, affections were laid bare. I waited patiently as he came to terms with his desires, guided him to seeing them as they truly were.
I gave him simple trances, for sleep, and nerves and relaxation. Until that day...
He was afraid. I kissed him and plunged him in the deep end.
I called to his desire with my own, inspired his lust, with the form of a beautiful siren.
I took him deep, deep into trance, deep into the ocean with that beautiful creature. She was all that kept him from drowning, from dying in his mind. She was the one caressing his body, kissing his lips, stroking his thoughts.
I gave him a trigger, so that he would remember her, and the feelings of dependence and trust. Those would be crucial to the progression of our relationship.

In the days and weeks that followed, I gave him new experiences. I taught him what it feels like to fly.
After much discussion, I put him under again. His eyelashes fluttered downwards, and I felt a thrill run through me. This was it!

My softly spoken, carefully chosen words streamed through his subconscious. I was an explorer, set to map, conquer and claim my new territory. Minute after minute passed, my powerful magic weaving its' way through his system... His body writhing and pulsing with arousal, his submissive desires blooming like a night lily under a full moon.
I gave him the choice to turn back, to undo what had been done.
"Is this what you want?" I murmured.
His eyelids fluttered but stayed closed as his conscious mind struggled to rise, to think.
"Think freely, but allow yourself to stay relaxed. You have full access to your conscious mind right now, just allow it to surface to a level you need to make this decision."
That way it would truly be his decision. I waited anxiously, my heart stumbling every time his mouth twitched.
"Yes... Mistress."
Relief and joy... jubilant, overwhelming joy... flooded through me at those words.
I smiled, an honest smile, and said "Good pet. Now return to me."

He came back up, his head still a little thick and fuzzy. I tried to take a firmer handle on my emotions, and failed. Stroking the hair of my newly made pet, my own mind still buzzing with the intense emotion of the trance, I whispered "I love you, pet."

I felt him tense slightly, and then relax again. "I.. love you too, Mistress." There was hesitation there, but not much. Remus turned his head to look at me and gazed deeply into my eyes.
"I meant, I love you too, Mistress."

There was nothing for it; my heart melted right there and then. I held him close to me, and whispered fervently "I'll never betray your trust, pet. I vow never to hurt you, and to protect you from those that would."

So far, I've kept to my promise. I've shown him the wonders of his own mind, of my power, and the pleasure of obedience. I've held his hand as he journeys through worlds of my making, and smiled at his little sigh of sexual release. I have plans for him yet... But those will have to wait until I can master his thoughts, his emotions completely...

"Mistress? What are you planning to claim now?" a soft, teasing voice asked me.
I answered from the dreamy realm of thought... "You. Entirely."