Luke was kneeling naked in a dark room, staring at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.
"You can't take your eyes off it, can you?" said the low, velvety voice behind his ear. Luke mumbled something in reply.
"I'm going to tell you some things now. Things you will not remember hearing. But when the time comes, you will obey them anyway; automatically, instinctively. Are you ready to hear these things?"
Luke mumbled something else.
"The first thing is, meoooooowwwww. Meooow? Prrrrrrrrrrr..."
Luke blinked awake to find his cat Grendel perched on his chest, purring loudly and nuzzling his chin. Groggily he reached up and scritched her. "Have you been hypnotizing me in my sleep, Grendel? Bad kitty."
While his coffee brewed, Luke tried to retrieve the threads of the dream, but they seemed to unravel as he pulled on them, leaving nothing but an impression of a sultry voice murmuring commands in his ear. He'd had very similar dreams several times that week, and twice had built sexy morning fantasies around them. His hand brushed against the front of his pants as he imagined a curvy dominatrix in black silk robes that revealed as much as they hid, standing with her legs apart as he knelt at her feet. His cock pushed insistently behind the zipper as he imagined her pulling her robe aside and telling him to lick her, and he quickly unbuckled his belt and fly and slid a hand inside. The front of his underwear was already a little bit wet, and he slowly squeezed up the length of his shaft to get a little bit more out, to get his palm slippery so that when he wrapped his hand around the shaft it would slide smoothly through his fingers. The feel of precome on his skin, and the smell of it, mingled in his head with the imagined feel of her soft folds parting around his tongue, the smell and taste of her. All he could remember of her voice from his dream was a vague sense of something sultry and low and breathy that vibrated through his body like an irresistable force; he wasn't imagining words now, but just the feel of her voice washing over him, carrying him away. She ordered him to lie back now and straddled him, sliding his cock deep inside her and riding him hard until he came...
The other thing that kept happening was it kept making him late to work, he thought ruefully as he cleaned himself up, splashed his coffee into a thermos, and hustled out the door. Taking the stairs so he wouldn't have to wait for the elevator, he noticed as he ran by a stack of boxes piled by the next door down from his. He'd heard someone new was moving in there; Luke briefly wondered when he'd meet them. He remembered seeing a sign in the lobby about recent breakins in the building (more than one!) and wondered if the boxes would be safe there, but even as he wondered this he saw the door of the apartment start to open and so, relieved and being late already, ducked back into the stairwell and took the steps two at a time.
"You've been building up to this for a long time, haven't you? Trying to stay away, but still drawn irresistibly closer and closer..."
Luke mumbled something in reply.
"I bet it's such a relief to finally give in, isn't it? To know that you can't fight it. To finally be able to stop trying..."
"It's such a joy to submit completely. To know that you're going to obey. Isn't it?"
"Here is what you are going to do now. You don't need to remember this, because it will happen automatically; you are no longer in control. What you are going to do is mrrrrrrreowwwww? Prrrrrrrrrrr..."
Grendel was licking his face. Waking up so turned on with a cat licking him was getting just a little embarassing. Luke hastily got out of bed.
In the shower, Luke quickly gave up any pretense that he wasn't going to jack off thinking about it every morning that he had this inexplicably sexy dream. He was rock-hard before he even turned the water on. Stepping back so the warm spray fell straight on his crotch, he closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his cock and mentally fleshed out his image of the sultry dominatrix a bit more. Curly dark hair that flowed in little ringlets over the tops of her breasts, as she looked down at him ... he wasn't very far into the fantasy before he was kneeling on the floor of the shower, all the water passing over his head as he needed to be kneeling even imagining her voice commanding him, coming so hard for her...
And shivering as he realized he was kneeling on the cold floor of the shower with a handful of come. Awkwardly he stood up, and finished washing.
Late again, he took the stairs again and this time actually caught a glimpse of his new neighbor on the way out. She was a short, cheerful-looking woman in a light green business-casual shirt and dark slacks, with square-framed glasses and reddish hair in a short bob. She caught him looking at her as she bent down to pick up yet more boxes, and smiled and waved. He waved back, then hurried down the stairs.
On the way out of the building he noticed a wallet lying on the ground next to the bushes. Assuming it belonged to one of his neighbors, he picked it up; but the address on the ID inside was all the way across town. He tucked it into his pocket and planned to call the owner from work.
"Hi, I'm looking for a Sandra Bloom?"
"Hi. I seem to have found your wallet."
"Oh! Well, thank you for calling! I was wondering what happened to it; it must have fallen out of my pocket somewhere. Can I come pick it up or something?"
"Sure, if that's convenient for you; or I could drop it off tonight if the address on the driver's license is still current. My name's Luke Harriston and I work at 128 Fifth Street downtown; I'll be here 'till 5."
"Thanks, I think I'll come by; I don't have any classes this afternoon. Where did you find it? Oh, shoot, I have to go -- you can tell me when I get there. Bye!"
"Okay, just call this number when you get to my build--" click
Despite his fears, the attractive young brunette from the drivers' license photo did manage to find his office and call up from the lobby. He offered her coffee from the little coffee kiosk by the front desk, in recompense for having to come all the way downtown to get her wallet back.
"Well, as long as you're not buying it with my money," she said, grinning and making a show of counting the two bills that had been in the wallet when he found it. "Where did I drop it, anyway?"
He told her his address. "It was right by the side of the building, as I was leaving by the side staircase."
She stopped with a confused look.
"What's wrong? Do you know somebody in my building that you might have been visiting?"
"Yeah, actually I do. One of my teachers lives there; I just helped her move in last week. But I haven't been there since then. I know I wasn't there any time yesterday. But I also know I had my wallet yesterday morning."
"Did you have one of her classes yesterday? Maybe ... oh, I don't know, maybe you left it in her classroom and she took it home intending to get it back to you and also dropped it and ... okay, I'm just making shit up. I have no idea. But that's where I found it, anyhow."
"I did have her class yesterday," Sandra said. "It was on..." she furrowed her brow for a moment as if trying to remember. Luke waited. Sandra's brow very slowly unfurrowed, but she remained otherwise motionless, staring blankly into space.
Luke waited a bit longer.
"Um... ?" he said, finally.
"Huh?" she replied, immediately becoming animated again. She blinked a few times.
"You were talking about your class?"
"Right, the class you had yesterday with the teacher who lives in my building?"
"Teacher who lives ... where do you ... oh! Oh. Right, you ... right." She stared at him for a few moments, eyes going in and out of focus as she apparently tried to remember her train of thought. "Right, my Sumerian History teacher. She ... she just moved into your building. I helped her move last week."
"Well, it sounds like maybe you dropped your wallet in her class," Luke said, smiling. If you were that out of it in class, I bet you did! he thought to himself.
"Yes ... um, I have to go. It was nice meeting you!" Sandra flashed him a smile, then hurried away, leaving her half-finished coffee behind.
Bemused, Luke headed back upstairs to work.
Coming home from work, as he was stepping out of the elevator onto his floor, he once again ran into his new neighbor. "Hi! You must be just moving in. My name's Luke Harriston; I have the apartment next-door to yours." He held out his hand.
"Oh hi! I'm Selene Lindsey. Pleased to meet you! Sorry, I still have a few boxes to run up from my car before it gets dark" she replied, shaking his hand with a bright smile and then ducking apologetically past him to the elevator.
Luke wandered forward blindly in a daze.
That was the voice from his dreams.
Somehow he managed to open his apartment door and stumble inside, not really seeing anything.
After sitting on the couch for a while, Luke started to pull himself together. "Okay, I have a huge crush on my next-door neighbor's voice, and have been masturbating to the memory of it all week. I must have heard her talking some time when she was moving in. It's hugely embarassing, but not really a problem, is it? No, it isn't."
.... There is more of this story ...