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- I finally did it, I finally got to be the one in control this body, of course I never could have done alone, I doubt I could ever do this sober. I didn't just get to have control I got to push him into a state of semi-existence, and whatever his thoughts to the surface I told him to shut up and be quiet, I pushed him as far into nonexistence as I could, I couldn't destroy of course, that wasn't my intention and I know that's impossible. So, I not only got to be the one in control I got to have this body to myself. I could truly feel powerful and superior without his feelings of servitude and inferiority to interfere, sometimes it's nice to be superior and not to have a servant at your knees to constantly remind you of that. But even so, I hate using this body's eyes, I don't like to see or be seen in this form, I felt like a blind cave salamander reaching around in the darkness but feeling completely content with that. I felt like a bit of a monster as well, wearing someone else's body like that, and I don't like feeling like a monster but having a body is still nice. That all happened at the peak of it and as we came back down I was no longer able to suppress his existence and then he existed as I usually do for a while. But eventually that faded and we were both stuck in a state where we were in control of the body switching back and forth between controlling it eventually settling such that I controlled the left half and he controlled the right. It lasted for quite a while and left us thrashing and twisting about on the futon clawing at and ourselves it and muttering back and forth between each other. That was a lovely experience. He smells differently to me than he does to himself.
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