CHAPTER 154: MIND TO MIND

"Do you remember giving me access to your body?"

"Is that what that was? It felt like you wanted to touch me, to be inside me, so I instinctively accepted."

"And what did you feel just now?"

"It felt like... I’m not sure. It was a little like someone was gently squeezing my head, only it wasn’t my head."

"It’s like there are two gates on your end of our soul bond. The first grants me access to our body, the second to your mind."

"Wait! So If I gave you access, you could read my mind? What about the reverse?"

"I’m not sure. Probably surface thoughts. But probably not access to your deeper thoughts or memories."

With Isabella, he could dig deep into her mind if he wanted. But with Samantha, he didn’t want that kind of invasive access to her mind, so he intentionally tried to limit their connection to just surface thoughts, and only if she wanted to give him access.

"As for the reverse, no. At present, there’s no way for me to grant anyone access to my mind. But we can still sort of communicate telepathically."

"You mean, you read my surface thoughts, and then talk to me like you did when you told me to stop breathing or scratch my head?"

"Yes, I think so. I can control the intent of what I send down our connection, so just saying, scratch your head won’t make you scratch your head."

"Oh! I, I heard that in my head! That’s so cool. But, um, what if I don’t give you access to my mind?"

"If you focus on our connection, you will be able to sense my emotions. And the reverse is also true. Our connection also gives us some ability to sense each other’s intentions. And it also allows me to know if you are lying or not."

"So, you’re saying all of that is true, even if I don’t give you access to my mind?"

"Yes. It’s the same with all the other woman I’ve soul bonded."

"Do you have access to their minds as well?"

"No. I didn’t even know how to enable that ability until recently. Not until Isabella."

"Who’s she?"

"A woman Madison asked me to save. And the only way to do that was if she was soul bonded. But I didn’t want her using the knowledge she gained from us for her own personal gain, so I tried to gain control over her."

"Like, turn her into a slave?"

"I guess? I wanted to utterly dominate her soul. And it, um, worked a little too well. She is, for lack of a better word, my personal zealot. She worships the ground I walk on, and will do just about anything I command her to do."

"But you didn’t do that to me?"

"No. That would have been horrible. I was going to just help you establish the exact same kind of connection I have with the Miranda and the others, but when our connection started, I could sense that you craved being physically dominated."

"So what was it you wanted to do when you tried accessing my mind?"

"I wanted to see if you had control over my access to your mind. And if you gave me access, to confirm that I would only have access to your surface thoughts."

"Okay. And what if I never give you access?"

"That’s fine. I don’t mind. The import thing is that you have control over access to your own mind. I didn’t want you to become another Isabella. Or feel like you were a slave."

He could tell through their connection that she had been concerned that he would get angry if she denied him access to her mind. And he could tell that she believed him when he said he didn’t mind if she kept him locked out. It was her mind, after all.

"Okay. Um, try again."

Like him, she was curious to know how much access he would have if she let him in.

He pushed again and felt her relax and let him in.

Hello? Can you hear me? Do you really like my tits? I think they’re too small.

When he gained access to her mind, he found he only had access to direct surface thoughts, the kind where she talked to herself in her mind. Or, in this case, sent her thoughts in his direction.

Hello Samantha. Yes, I can hear you, and yes I really do like your tits. Next time we have sex, I’m going to pinch your nipples and smack your cute little tushy until you beg me to stop.

A flurry of thoughts flashed through her mind, just out of his perception. More worrying was that, instead of anticipation, she was feeling anxiety.

Did you not like it when I pinched your nipples?

Mostly? It hurt when you smacked my ass, but I didn’t want you to stop fucking me, so I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t bad and I guess I’d be okay with it if you did it occasionally, but I would prefer it if you didn’t.

Mostly? Was there anything else you didn’t like?

You were a little rough with my tits. I liked everything you did, but maybe use a little less force next time? I think I might even like getting spanked, just not as hard as you did it. I like when I feel dominated, but not when it feels like I’m being punished.

He wished she had said something. He’d wanted her first time to be pleasant, and thought he was observant enough to notice if she didn’t like something, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

It’s okay Jack. I really did enjoy my first time. I don’t regret anything that happened, and honestly didn’t know what I wouldn’t like until it happened. Please don’t blame yourself. I was so lost in pleasure that I doubt any discomfort I felt would have been visible, anyway.

He could tell that she was telling the truth. She really did enjoy herself and didn’t regret anything.

Still, he made up his mind that he would not explore the more "forceful" aspects of domination with a partner unless they were soul bond. It was the only way to be certain that he didn’t push things too far.

He wanted to let his inner beast loose, but didn’t want to get charged with abuse as a result. He’d read stories about girls who later regretted what happened and filed rape charges, even though they’d consented at the time.

He knew Samantha would not have done that, but there was no guarantee he’d be that lucky with someone else.

Okay. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, and now that we are soul bonded, you don’t have to worry about me pushing things too far. Now try to push me out of your mind. I want to make sure you really do have full control.

He felt her trying to push him out of her mind. Worryingly, he realized that if he really wanted to, he could stay no matter how hard she pushed.

Not wanting to cause her concern, he relaxed and let her push him out.

After she closed the gate, he pushed hard, trying to get back in. This time, he found that he couldn’t re-enter without her permission.

"Um, it felt more like you left, rather than me pushing you out."

"Yes. It seems like, once I’m in, you can’t push me out if I really wanted to stay, but once I’m out, I cannot get back in unless you let me. It’s not ideal, but close enough. I suspect my soul strength is a factor."

"Soul strength?"

He explained about how he got Genesis Heart, how it needed to strengthen his soul, then went on to tell her everything else about Genesis Heart so she was as up to date as the other girls.

"That’s a lot to take in," she said.

"Yep. Usually I explain all this in a simulation before asking if the person want’s to be soul bonded."

"Why didn’t you do that with me?"

"When you described how much of a crush you had on me, I suspected you’d accept, even if I offered it cold. And when you kept screaming my name earlier, I knew you’d accept."

She leaned over and kissed him, then said, "Well, I’m glad you did. It’s more than I could have ever hoped for. Still, I gotta ask, why’d you wait until after we had sex?"

"Mostly because I was distracted by that fine ass of yours."

"Oh wow. You really do like my ass! This soul bond is amazing."

"Yep. It helps cut through a lot of bullshit. There is no way in hell I’d be able to maintain a happy harem without soul bonds. I’d be crushed under an avalanche of ’Why don’t you spend more time with me?’ and ’You don’t love me anymore!’ and ’You said you like my ass but you keep staring at hers!’"

"Yeah, I get what you mean. Too much drama spawned from insecurities. But what if you really don’t love someone anymore? Won’t the soul bond just make it worse?"