The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It felt so terrible to be alone. Sure, it wasn’t like Azell and I were really lovers, in fact, our only true escapade was due to my limited research in the field of hypnosis. I knew it was wrong, but something inside of me felt that Azell wouldn’t mind it after I did it. It didn’t matter though, the only thing that Azell would ever remember of that day was a phrase I would odds are never use again without feeling tears rise to my eyes.

I remember her crying herself to false sleep, forcing herself to forget the wonderful climax she had just brought me to and she whispered the one thing I told her she could never forget. “Silver is truth. . .” I would never forget it either, as that was the last time Azell and I were alone in a house together. I didn’t trust myself, and I think a part of her remembered. I didn’t want to put her under my power again, even though I knew she was so blissful. Well, everyone has a moment of corruption when they realize they can make a girl do whatever they want. . .

One thing though, I think now, looking back on that experience, that the only reason my cheep trick worked was because Azell wanted to be a submissive little mind slave. And honestly, half of the world does at one point. The other half wants to be the one doing it. Don’t get all high and mighty on me, its not like I didn’t make any mistakes while doing it. We’ll get to that though, won’t we?

Yes, we will. Let me say this before I start my true story: think what you want of me, but never think bad of anyone I have ever interacted with. They didn’t understand everything as well as I did, and although I’d like to think I didn’t try to hurt anyone, but as always when you do something against someone’s will in any sense, you hurt them. Now I know what I know, I truly doubt that I would not do it again. Now, I shall begin. I do hope you can find enjoyment in my tale.

I was nineteen, and I had just learned that Azell was moving to Oregon. To be honest, I wanted to die. I was crushed. All that time since I had met a scared little school girl in the halls, I knew I needed to love her forever. However, something inside told me that wasn’t to be. Pah, fate wasn’t going to make me her bitch, quite the opposite. I’m an alpha and I love it that way. Never has a man besides my own father pushed me around, and my father only did it out of love and kindness.

Then again, I wasn’t just a lesbian, and I wasn’t just a lesbian with an Azell fetish. So, deciding it would be best for the world (and myself, which honestly is my driving force, me) I moved on. Yes, me. At first, I decided men would be a good Idea to go for, so I hooked up with an old friend of mine, David. Oh, since I haven’t told you what I or David look like, I’ll fix both of those errors now. I was a nice 5′7″ at that time, nice facial features, dark eyes, lips, and of course I liked using minimal make up for a darker look. I was pale, wore only tight black revealing clothing, and had long shapely legs, and still do. I had nice 32 C breasts, firm and of course not sagging yet, with nice nipples that- wait, that’s a bit too deep for now, isn’t it? I’ll turn you on when I want to, and I don’t feel like it yet.

David, on the other hand, wasn’t the best looker in the bunch. Due to that, his self confidence was all but nil, so the ease of which I could make him do my bidding was high and I’m attracted to being obedient. Some people like a mate that makes them feel strong, I like one that lets me know I could tell them to lick my boot and they would. But that’s beside the point now, isn’t it? David has short black hair, medium features, and he’s about 5′11″, I never asked. He’s not very muscular, but he is fit. There wasn’t much fat on him at all, but he just had a nervousness about him that make most people not attracted to him. Me, I see that as an opportunity, but a smart person like you must have guessed that by now.

He was a sweet boy back then, goddess bless his heart, so I decided that I could probably have a healthy relationship with him and some fun as well. Of course, by healthy back then in my mind that means I wasn’t going to hurt him and I would try to make my controlling of him a playful and consenting thing.

I’d gotten better, so no longer would I need someone to love me, but I did still need the person to be a natural submissive. However, I liked that anyway. It reminded me of something, something I didn’t realize what it was for some time. Either way, that didn’t matter. I had called Dave on the telephone and invited him to my place. He was ecstatic, as well he should. I’m not a bad looker, and I am loving to those that show they deserve it, and Dave had been the one man who had been there for me most of the time.

No ones ever always there, and he was a sweetie in general. I recommended him to so many girls, but they were all submissive and you should know when no ones leading, it can’t end up good. . . Either way, when he arrived I was waiting and dressed in a tight leather crop top, and a pair of super-short shorts. I could tell by the bulge in his black levis that he liked what he saw, and apparently it was cold outside as was visible through his thin white t-shirt. He liked to dress in contrasts, and I respected his choice. It was more unique then my all black attire.

We hugged, got past the opening bullshit about how we hoped everyone was fine and that we hoped we’d both enjoy each others company. I knew he would enjoy mine, but for a different reason then he might guess. “So, enough with the damned blasted small talk, you came over because your a sweetheart and you want a girl to take care of you. I’m all up for that, but I have a few things I’d like to make sure your alright with.”

David sat beside me on the couch, listening intently. “I’m interested. I’ve heard your a bull whip away from being a dominatrix, and to be honest that’s a big turn on for me.” David blushed, realizing that he had just given away something. I could sense by his nervousness that he had defiantly heard the rumors. Good.

“Good. You’ve always been a good boy David...” I began, and then put my legs over his. He gasped as he looked up to see my thighs almost bare, my shorts rode up even a bit more. “And you can be even better, and get all that you’ve wanted. There are just a few conditions. . . First off, I’ll control you as much as you want me to, and probably more. ”

I couldn’t help but grin and then smile in shock as David nodded without surprise. I had never had even a discrete relationship using my controlling techniques, and Dave had only heard rumors. (I apologize now for switching between his names, I can never decide until its too late and later I wont feel like going back and changing them all to Dave or David.) “I know. I feel really bad but I found out about a few things you probably will be angry at me finding out. . .”

I paled. What if he knew I had done that to Azell?! My life was finished! He would find her and tell her, he was a good person. Maybe he would let me tell her. I’d be just as doomed, I would kill myself before I would know she had decided to hate me. “Alright. . . What do you know?” I bowed my head. I began planning how I would kill myself, how I would let Azell know Silver would always be there for her, and maybe I would teach David that. . . Let him help her steer her life right. . .”

David laughed and grinned, hugging me up to him, he spoke in his little brother voice that made me, like every other girl he used it with, feel like I could trust him and relax. “I hacked into your computer one night, while we were chatting. I found all those websites about hypnosis. I also found a lot of hypno-fetish sites. Combining the two in total, I decided you were trying to learn how to do it.”

Yes! I sighed in relief, “Oh its alright. If I wanted my computer to be safe I really would have invested in getting you to make me a fire wall, right?” David nodded and smiled. It felt good to know that he didn’t know the time I spent with the mind controlled Azell, who I coined Azzy. “Either way, yes, I’ve learned a few techniques, although there are a few things I can’t do. Dominative people don’t fall for it in the least, but don’t seem to suspect much. The subject either has to be willing consciously or not, and no computer programs seem to work. . .”

“Then apparently you haven’t tried the right ones.” Dave smiled and kissed my cheek, “And You could have found that out simply by reading on hypnosis you know. Its not a taboo to do that, its a taboo to use it sexually, which I know is what you were hinting at.” I was so surprised by his boldness I turned a dark red. One thing about being very pale, it makes your cheeks practically glow when you blush.

I nodded slowly, and then smiled all the more, yawning and hugging him around his shoulders softly. “Yes but. . . that’s not what’s taboo about it. What’s taboo about my little hypno-studying was the fact of what I really wanted to use it for. You see, consensual hypnosis, its all well and good. But I want more, a lot more. I want to bend eager men and women to my will. Oh, incase you didn’t hear the rumors, I do like girls, but don’t worry,” I whispered as I kissed beside his ear, to whisper again, “I like boys too.”

David laughed and kissed my cheek and we ended up cuddling on the couch for awhile. You know how it is, if your very close friends with someone and you end up trying to go out even once, if your the right types. . . it just can click and be oh so magical. That’s how that night started with David.

We ended up bullshitting over how much college sucked, and how it was hard to get any respect when you were still nineteen. It was fun, of course. It always is fun, and David is and was a very funny man. Later on, of course the subject went back to my conditions that I hadn’t mentioned yet. I simply hadn’t because I didn’t want to spook out poor David before he got comfortable being close to me. Normally I like to think of myself as 75 percent liking women, 25 percent liking men. Well he was tipping the scales, and so I decided that I would have an honest relationship with him.

“So, you want to know my ‘conditions’ still huh? Sure I haven’t scared you off yet?” David shook his head and then shrugged, kissing my cheek with a giggle. I swear, if it hadn’t been the first date so to speak, I would have wanted to snuggle all night long. More too, of course, but doesn’t that go without saying for someone like me? “Well, here it goes. I’m not sure if I’m in the right place in my life for a monogamous relationship, so you can’t mind if I get a girlfriend on the side. A guy just isn’t the same, and neither is a girl.”

The look that my delicious friend had on his face was accepting. In fact, I think he already realized that the girls might not be just for me. David is smart on catching things you hint to, which is why its always so fun teasing him. “Also, you have to be okay with consenting your will to me, and me swiping it whenever I’m in a playful mood. I think we could be partners in crime, you and I.”

He nodded slowly and then kissed right beside my lips. I couldn’t believe it almost caused me to squirm all the closer to him, but then again I’m the type to get really turned on by cuddling. Plus, my mind was wandering on all the fun we could have together. Slowly, he shrugged. “That works for me. In fact, I’ve been thinking about similar all night. Well, it didn’t help that you’ve been hinting at it. We could have a lot of fun, and I always thought you were special. We’ve known each other since what, preschool? Its just one of those things.”

David had me all but panting. Just thinking that he was agreeing with the plans we were silently sharing was so erotic. “Its like its telling us we’re supposed to do this, you mean?” I chirped in cheerfully, and then pinned him down flat on the couch, sliding a knee between his. One wondrous thing about being a woman is how easy it is to act sexy. Of courser my only real reference is friends like Dave but. . . we can forget about my lack of man-memories for now.

He nodded slowly and looked up at me and shivered. It was obvious he didn’t want me to stop being so close to him, and I moved my knee up against his excitement. Yup, he definably was happy. “So, this is where I show you how we start the part of our relationship that makes our relationship, different from so many others.”

I stood up a bit in front of him, and slid the tube top off, a dark grin my most prominent feature. Well, that and my breasts that jiggled with every motion I made. Dave stared at my hardening nipples as if they were messiahs, and I grinned all the more. “You see, I know you want these. . .” I reached up and twisted both of my nipples, moaning out slowly. It felt so good to feel the itchy heat of arousal swell into me, well more then it already had.

“And of course, I will eventually oblige. . . But there’s something about me that other girls don’t have.” Slowly, I dipped my head down and raised my breast, licking around my nipple and shivering ever so slightly. It felt so good, I loved doing this when I would try to get myself off, but that’s a story for a different time. Maybe I’ll tell you later.

As I licked more David’s eyes glazed more. One thing I learned from experience and not stories, was that when anyone gets to a certain state of sexual need, they are oh so willing to let loose their inhibitions. Also, they’re a lot more willing to give over their minds, as with Azell. “I’ll be so outwardly sexual, and let you be the same with me. I’ll do things no other girl would do without being drunk, and make you enjoy them more then you think you would. I can fulfill your every fantasy. . .”

David moaned, obviously he was turned on by my sexy speech and I could see him trying not to react, though by now he was staring all the more as I let my tongue twirl over the tip of my nipple before i close my lips over it to suckle on my own hard nub. It felt so good, combined with the power I knew I was gaining over Dave, that I almost fell onto my knees and creamed right there. But that would blow it all, I had to see how far and how much I would and wanted to take this. I had him eating out of my hand, which was cupping the breast he wanted so badly.

“But, unlike other girls, I also want a lot. I need a lot. Your going to have to do everything I say for the rewards I offer, or I give you so much suffering by taking it all away and punishing you for being a naughty, naughty little boy.” David was nodding every so often now, and I could tell he was just trying to take it all in. I let go of my boob and let it bounce back into place, not quite enjoying the feel but I knew guys liked that look of a breast jiggling. “What I need most of all, though, is to know my power over you isn’t just because you want it. In fact, I want some power over you that you DON’T want just for the sake of knowing you’ll be loyal to me. I want to control your very inner workings if I wish to, I wish to have your very will open to my probing fingers. . .”

If David wasn’t obsessed with me before, I knew he would be now as he started squirming rhythmically to the sound of my voice. “Its not easy, submitting that is. Buuuut. . . It feels so good, and only I can give it to you. Any other girl can do similar, but no girl has such grandiose plans as I do. I want us, together, to do something no one has ever tried before.”

Deciding now, that I had him in my grasp as much as a woman could get only half naked, I peeled off my shorts, showing him my shaven (besides a bit of hair just above my pussy, it made me feel sexy, and yes I dyed it purple as my hair) pubic region. “And I can care about you too. Its not just going to be about the sexual, but a lot, a lot of it will. Its as simple as that. If you ever want to do more then look at this sweet wet cunt of mine,” I slowly slid a hand down and then up my thigh, moaning out as I rubbed up my wet slit slowly, “then, your going to help me in my ‘nefarious’ sexual plans. . . aren’t you, my little Davey. . .?”

Slowly, he nodded and I could tell it was very specifically to answer that question, as he seemed more urgent. I bet that right then and there I could have him in my grip without mind control, but I didn’t like that thought. At that time I was afraid people would always hurt me if I let them, so I had to be sure he couldn’t, didn’t I? “Very, very good Davey! And that’s your new slut name. When your with me, and I call you Davey, your going to be my little sex toy, not debatable. But first, I need your help.”

“My help. . .?” David spoke for the first time in what felt like forever. I couldn’t help but indulge myself in another stroke of my slit as he continued to talk, shuddering, divinely I’m sure. “How c-c-c-an I, help you? Your so powerful, sexy, strong. . . and you know all you need to about how to mind control someone, I could tell from the info I got from your computer. . . why do you need me to help?” I moaned again as I further indulged myself of a slow stroking of my clit in the rhythm I’d used ever since I was thirteen and had learned how fun masturbating could be. Realizing I needed to keep diddling myself off, I muffled my words through loud, slow, and very erotic moans. “Davey, I need you to make me a computer program. A special program, one that can make the persons mind make whatever I want to happen to them happen. I know you’ve blown your whole life on computers, and I know the software already exists in tamer, nicer, and less malicious forms. . . But I want something that could help me fuck someone’s mind. . . To make them feel something that isn’t there, to manipulate their inner workings to change as I see fit. . .”

My ego-maniacal rant had apparently not gone by without affecting Davey in further arousing him, and making him afraid. “But what if you use it to hurt people? That’s. . . Oh gods you look so sexy fucking yourself like that. . . you know I’d do anything to taste you, to feel you. . . but please, don’t change me too much. . .”

I grinned and pulled my hand back, licking off the juices I had coated them with. “Oh I’ll be nice. . . And how about this, I just make it so that you cant hurt me, are my loyal servant to the ends of the earth, and other then that you get to keep your mind. And as for the girls that I intend on capturing for such. . .” I began to grab both of my breasts in my hands and knead them slowly, moaning through my speech, “I wont tear them from their lives, their families. . . I will help them, and make them mine at the same time. . . Then, if I tire of them, I will free them. . . Without them knowing it ever happened, of course. . .”

“Will I be able to partake in the fun with these women as well. . .?” I could tell by the familiar mischievous glimmer in Davey’s all but completely lust-glazed eyes that he was about to say yes, but I was going to let him join me and the girls I intended to make a harem with, so why not tell him? And yes, I know the moral implications are terrible but. . . You’ll see I keep true to my word. “Yes. . . We’ll both be having so much fun with so many different girls. They’ll call you whatever you want, pleasure you, let you pleasure them. . . Just make me that computer program, that makes it so that I can do whatever I want to a person’s mind, you might even call it their soul... and I will let you in on this.”

Slowly, Davey nodded and grinned. Apparently he wanted to very badly but he wasn’t sure at first. Oh, I would make him sure. I was good at making guys sure of such things. Knowing also that I had him curled around my finger tighter then a ring, I could get him to make that computer program for me easy. “Good. . . That’s a very, very good boy Davey. But, I can’t let you touch me until I’m sure you’ll make the program. . .” I grinned as devilishly and sexily as I could manage, “But, that doesn’t mean I can’t touch you. It also doesn’t mean, that I can’t touch myself for you. . .”

I could see his eyes grow more as I pinched both of my nipples again, feeling all the more turned on and aroused. To be honest, it was as mean to me as it was to him. I wanted to cum so badly, and when your like me that means that you want to have already gotten to the edge. But this was a game of subtlety, and I had to draw it out as much as possible. I promised myself I would pamper myself all the more for a week, and maybe even buy myself some new toys.

“But, I’m not just a giver, I’m also a taker, as you can tell. So, I want you to beg for me to do what you want. Sure, I’ll do what I plan on doing despite your horny moans, but I want to give you a shot, because if your words don’t entice me, I’m just going to get dressed and boot you out.” After saying something so mean I had to make him not think I was just being mean, so I turned around and bent over, feeling up the front of my legs very, very slowly, giving him a wondrous view.

I could hear his breath as he tried to think of something to say. I twisted the top half of my body so I could watch him, standing up straight again of course. I made a look to him as if to ask him if he was going to shit or get off the pot, and I think he read the expression right. Slowly, his mouth closed to wipe away the tad bit of excess drool that had been sliding from between his lips and began to speak. He tried to make his voice sound as wondrous and velvety as possible, but if you’ve ever heard a guy who was probably in pain just from foreplay where he’s barely even been touched, you know it comes out completely differently. Still a pleasant set of squeaks, gasps, and moans, just different.

“Oh. . . Cordelia. . . Please. . . Play with your sweet, amazing body. . . Make yourself feel so good, feel inside of yourself, do whatever makes you feel the best. . . and please, pleasure me too, please. . .” I grinned and nodded slowly. He was already at the point where he was ready to say just what I wanted, and needed, him to say. Deciding now that he was as deep into his arousal as Azell had been submissive and needing of something like this. It was always need that drove people’s minds to want to be mine. I’ll admit that sounds malicious. . . But Its not like I’d make them kill people, or do anything they wouldn’t enjoy.

“You’ll have to wait a moment then, darling. . . And In just a moment, I’m going to do just that.” I stepped away quickly and was not surprised to see he was checking me out as I bounced/ran off, trying to keep his hand from finishing himself off. Good, I already had some of the things guys did that bug me trained away, which is always so good.

If you’ve read the other story I wrote, “My Silver”, then you know what I ran off to get. My pendant, of course. It wasn’t like it was just a silver pendant though, which I learned was another reason I was able to turn Azell to Azzy so easily. However, the story of that pendant is yet another one. And anyway, the pendant isn’t my silver, but I’d hope you know that by now. Oh gods I am so sorry, I’m way off track. Back to where I was, no?

So, I grabbed my pendant from my bedside table and ran back out. He was still lying there in the exact same position, and his eyes were stuck to my body as if he were already under. Then, he noticed something interesting. Well, I think he found it interesting. Between my more then ample cleavage was a silver pendant that was quite enticing to look at. I never wore it in public, and normally just wore it to sleep, because it reminded me of my special someone.

“That’s it. . . You see my special medallion. That’s a good boy. This medallion is very special, and it’ll make you very special. I just need you to look into it, deep into it. It feels so good to look into the silver. . .” I could tell he was entranced, but you see all the pendant did was give me higher control over them, I couldn’t do what I would later be able to do. Pretty much, it made my voice sound like it was divine, and made people want to do what I said, but it only worked on special cases. Davey and Azzy were proof it worked.

He just gazed, jaw slack, directly at the center of my chest. Deciding I wanted to draw this out all the more, I unhooked it and began to rub it across my aching pussy. It felt so good and I let myself slowly shrink down to my knees so I wouldn’t hurt myself, rubbing the chain faster and faster, keeping the dangly part at the end in the middle of the chain as I did. This display was obviously just as fun for him as it was for me, which was a good thing. I was screaming softly, and arching against the chain, and then I put it back around my neck, panting.

“And, if you want more. . . yes, you want so much more. . . then you are going to have to strip off your clothing and display for me the body of which you want me to worship with my hands,” I slowly rubbed over my body with my palms, “And my tongue,” I then rubbed my tongue sexily and slowly over my lips.

As if he had a premonition he would be struck by lightning if he didn’t jump to do what I said, he hopped to his feet and I laid back on the couch. Deciding that I could spare a bit of pleasure, I rubbed over my wetness as he obeyed my commands. As he stripped off his shirt, I could tell I had misjudged him. Apparently those weight training classes and a gym membership had done him good.

He didn’t look like that guy on the commercial that’s body was too thin and muscular to look right with his head, but he looked like he could bench press me without trying too hard. Next, the most obvious thing was that he was hung. He must have been seven to eight inches, and he wasn’t a pencil either. His legs were also very strong, and I wondered what it would feel like to have him deep inside of me, and I cried out softly as my finger slipped by my rosebud again.

“Good. . . Good Davey. . . Now, Come over here. . . Kneel in front of my face, I’m going to reward you for being such a good little Davey. . .” Of course, I don’t think I need to tell you how fast he complied. He did so quickly and I deep throated him as quickly as I could, sliding my tongue around his hard shaft slowly.

We were both so close, so I couldn’t blame him when he tried to hold the back of my head. However, the pendants effects made him remember I said he couldn’t touch me, and his subconscious clung to that. So his hands just moved back and he cried out. I slid my tongue over his head and sucked as hard as I could, my hand at my crotch unable to resist to but thrust three fingers deep into myself and I squealed in delight, about to let loose an earth shattering orgasm any moment.

Well, as it often is with men, even with as much stamina as my poor Davey, he came first. I almost chocked as my mouth was filled with his hot warm seed and I of course did what any good-bad-girl would do. I swallowed it all and came myself, shuddering and arching high off of the couch, screaming around his hard dick. Of course he softened up after I swallowed his taste and I pulled back, indulging myself in a taste of my own essence, pulling up my thoroughly wet fingers and licking them slowly until they were dry. Davey all but collapsed at the sight and he was already thoroughly exhausted by our fun, and my little show.

“That’s it Davey. Your tired, and I’m going to get off of the couch and let you sleep. When you wake up, you’ll be good ol’ Dave again, but will remember all of this. However, a few things will be permanent. You’ll want to be even more submissive to me then usual, but that doesn’t mean you wont be your usual self to everyone else. And above all else, you could never do anything to hurt or betray me at all. If you ever even think of it you will beg for punishment, but you wont want to think of it. Understood?

Davey looked very tired as I managed to pull myself off of the couch. I noticed a wet spot but I didn’t really mind. Such things happened, I needed to clean the house a bit anyway. Of course, as I ordered him to he slept almost immediately and I went into my bedroom. I couldn’t help but pull out a picture from my nightstand and stare at it sadly. I don’t think I need to tell any of you who know me by this point what red head I had my arms wrapped around. It was a friendly picture, nothing romantic. . . But oh how I wanted to change that.

Heh, yes, even now as I snuggle into my covers at night after making my best friend into my slave I still dream about her. Some say you can fuck a thousand fears away but you’ll never fall in love twice. I would disagree with that but I doubt if I was the one controlled and forced to tell the truth that I would admit to it. I fell asleep moaning out her name slowly and quietly, hugging her picture. Once I got good enough, maybe I would go after her.

No, I resolved, she had her own life now and she was happy. Something in me knew even then that there was no way she had managed to let herself be happy. She was the kind of girl that made herself suffer through such terrible wrongs just because she thought she was meant to suffer to make others happy. I would just have to replace Azell in my memory some how. I knew I could manage it, I was good at that sort of thing.

When I woke up David was in his boxers and pouring us both some cereal. I could tell by the fact I heard two bowls and a lot more milk then usual being poured. David was lactose intolerant, but for some foolish reason he only ate cereal for breakfast. Oh well, I’m a nymphomaniac at heart, how can I get mad at my sweet, somewhat innocent David?

“Hey Cordy, glad your really up or these cheerios would go to waste.” We both shared a soft laugh and sat down at my small table to enjoy some cholesterol lowering food. He looked at me with a new adoring glance every so often that made me melt, I loved that sort of thing. Which is ironic that I’m both a nympho and a romantic. In a way, it just makes one a means to an end. And I don’t mean one way. Who says they wont go for some sex they don’t want to help a romance get off the ground? If you did, you’d be lying and I know it.

“Good. Say, I don’t mean to rush you. . .” I said between one bite and another, “But when can you get cracking on that program?” David almost spit out his cheerios, but didn’t. “Oh. . . Well if you can’t do it, my little one, then I suppose I can always find someone who can. . .”

David shook his head rapidly and I giggled through a mouthful of milk. “Don’t worry! I can do it. And considering how I know a lot of sites with such software, all I will have to do is combine the software together so that it works so that you pretty much can make anything happen to them whenever, including after its influence has worn off.” I grinned. Perfect.

“So, as I said, how long will it take, do you think?” I looked at him seriously. Mind you, he was in his boxers, and I had slipped on a red teddy. Just because I didn’t mention it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. You go and try to recall an event perfectly, it doesn’t all come at once. “Do you think I could go out, woo a woman, bring her back, and have you ready?”

He looked like his boxers were probably getting quite uncomfortable, and as you can tell I’m the kind of girl that likes such a complement. “Of. . . Of course. To be honest, I’ve been working on a similar program. I have the knowledge, I just need the time.” He squirmed and finished the last of his food quickly, and put his dishes in my dishwasher. He hung out at my place a lot so he knew my home as a second home, but he would be knowing it one hell of a lot better.

I grinned, hopped to my feet, and went into my room. Today was the first day in I couldn’t remember how long it had been. . . (well, I could, but for the sake of Azell don’t make me embarrass my self by checking the seconds) but today, I was going to get myself a new woman. Finally, I would replace Azell. Hah, I didn’t need her. Azell needed me, but she ran away.

Well too fucking bad for her. I was going to move on and be happy. But, as I approached the door. . . Something told me that I wasn’t happy at all. Dressed in a tight, long, and yet still barely flowing red dress I left my place as fast as I could and got into my silver car, looking down at silver nails. Nothing here had anything to do with what I had lost. . . No, I wasn’t going to get emotional now. I’d lost Azell, fine, sure I was sad. We had been best friends, and then Azzy had been my lover.

But it had been wrong to do to her like that. I pushed her buttons when she trusted me. No, tonight I was going to go out, find some cheep slut, and then fuck her mind until she was how I wanted her to be. No more dreams of redheads slapping me while I cried, no more fantasies about Azell. . . No, I was going to be fine.