Nabiki sat back as the train doors closed. Helping the young woman get off, by giving her the opportunity to live out her kink no less, seemed to result in something positive. Nothing at all like the warped, chaotic sexuality that had taken root in Nerima.
But now that she understood how her power worked, would it hurt to get in more practice? Nabiki glanced around, wondering if there might be another person with a certain special need, but saw nothing obvious. It's not like half the train is trying to read porn in secret here.
"I...I don't know..."
The voice of a young woman in the seat in front of Nabiki caught her attention. She spoke low, and would probably have whispered had the train's noise not forced her too speak with just enough volume for Nabiki to hear. "I mean, it's not that I don't want to. I just don't know if I can. It, it would be weird, wouldn't it? People would look at me funny..."
Her curiosity piqued, Nabiki leaned forward. She could feel...something. Like how a fortuneteller might claim to sense the auras of others. It wasn't a visible sensation, but there was something sensual about it. An erotic feeling. Like an aura of lurid sexuality that gave off heat and musk.
Whatever it is, she's frustrated. Nabiki let her mind delve further into the aura, and a thick, red haze filled her vision, projecting images into her mind.
*****
Ai-chan had always been a sweet, soft-spoken girl. Always polite and demure, she never spoke out of turn, and she never raised her voice. As she matured, her figure had blossomed beautifully, with larger than average breasts and nice, round hips, but she refused to show off. Her wardrobe was entirely modest; long skirts, bulky sweaters, formal kimonos and the like.
But deep within, sweet Ai-chan harbored a secret that ashamed her. Though she was so quiet and submissive, she harbored fantasies about being dominant. Sexually dominant to an almost cruel degree. She had often imagined herself dressed in the scanty leather of a dominatrix, pinning supplicants under the sharp heel of her boot and making them beg.
Ai-chan had no idea where these fantasies had come from. She only ever told one person about them: Her closest friend, Izumi. For her part, Izumi didn't think it was weird (at least, she didn't say so to Ai-chan's face). She even tried to encourage Ai to come out of her shell, just a little bit, but...
******
Nabiki pulled her mind out of the haze. Whoa! That was...weird.
Not Ai-chan's repressed fantasies. No, those were normal, as far as Nabiki knew. But getting a first-hand glimpse into the girl's life and her darkest fantasies? Man, I've gotta be careful with this.
Still, now that she knew about Ai-chan, maybe she could give the girl a little help? All she had to do was find that lock in her mind. The one holding her desires in and just opening it enough...
Nabiki spoke an incantation in her mind, and in Ai-chan's the lock holding sturdy, repressing chains began to twist.
"It's...it's all right, Izumi," Ai-chan said. "It was...my f-fault for...seeing that ad..."
Nabiki finished her incantation and sat back. What would happenen now?
"...I...mmm..." Ai-chan's voice grew steady as the quiet hesitance melted away. "Hey, Izumi...maybe we can practice? You want me to come over and be my sub?"
There was a moment's pause, and then Ai-chan laughed. it was a quiet cackle. "Then I'm just going to make a few stops on the way over. Maybe...some new boots for me, and...ooh, how about a dog collar for you? And a leash!"
Ai-chan stood, carrying herself with confidence as the train pulled ino the next stop. "Ooh, you like that, do you?" Ai-chan's soft, demure face donned a mask of lurid control and dominance. "Then when I get to your place, stop calling me Ai-chan. Call me...Empress!"
Nabiki, and a few others within earshot, took note of Ai-chan's emerging wickedness as she stepped off of the train. Damn, sounds like she's got a friend with an open mind.
Sometimes, all it took was a little support from friends. Give or take a slight nudge from a train neighbor with eldritch magic at her disposal.
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