Allowing me control (Patreon)

The look of horror on my fave wasn't through fear of injury from my chosen sport of karate, it was fear for the words uttered moments earlier by my master! My master in more ways than one.

He was 40, old by my standards and balding. In the sport of karate that meant he would need to retire from the sport within the year.

The words he uttered was a possession spell. Only known to the most elite of athletes who knew this game! His next move had been calculated perfectly and all he now needed to do was touch someone on their chest between each pectoral with his palm. That touch was meant for me.

No one else heard it, it wasn't meant for anyone else, and nothing would happen, not right away but it will happen in the next moment that only my master and myself were alone. That “alone” time was about 20 minutes away at the end of this match. I didn't want anyone to possess me! So I tried as hard as I could to prevent that meeting even though I knew it was fruitless. Even if I ran, disappeared from existence, the possession spell would still be active and he, along with the spell would stop at nothing to find me.

My fete appeared sealed as I was sure they he would only use the possession spell again in about 19 years, when I too was 40. Maybe he would activate it sooner but I had no idea of his intentions! As the game was over undecided to just let it happen. I had heard being willing was better than running. I allowed the solo meet to happen and as soon as he was in the same room as me and closed the door, it began to happen.

He briefly spoke of the scenario unfolding between us and said as a thank you he would leave my body whilst it still had 10 years of useful game life left in it and that he would allow me access to my own body for at least one day and one night per week. Both allowances were very generous but it still meant he would have complete control of my body for 9 years!

The process would now only take half an hour to complete and it had already begun from the moment he walked into the room. I was covered in sweat, he was too. I offered to shower first, I wanted to say good bye to my body. But he said there was no need, it was already too late.

His feet were gone, already entered my mouth and were travelling down my my throat and through my entire body, his legs were next followed by his dick and ass. He may of shrunken down in order to complete this task but I still felt every inch of his sweat soaked old body travelling through my mouth and invading me! I was horrified as I lost control of each of my body parts as his connected internally with mine. Soon came his torso, then his arms and hands and I felt him click into place. Then he pulled my head over his like I was some kind of stretch Armstrong! It was co pletly hideous.

A week in, I actually kind of like it. I've learned I can communicate with him telepathically and I can still hear, feel and see what my body is doing I just can't control it. He says he's allowing me control of my own body tomorrow, honestly I don't know how I feel about that, I think I prefer it this way.