The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Donna’s Delight

By MagicCarpet

Chapter Five

Nikki tried to shake the grogginess from her eyes. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at her clock radio. Almost 1:00 p.m. Where had the day gone? She never slept in the afternoon. The last thing she remembered was Patrick.... “Did I just giggle?” she thought to herself. “I don’t have time for this,” she thought, “I have to get ready for work.” Waitressing at Hooters was not her dream job, but it paid her student loans until she could get a job in her major. She was tempted to call in sick, but she knew that she would get some great tips today. Saturday evenings were always a good time to work.

As she started getting ready, Nikki wondered, “What happened to Patrick?” As she started to think of Patrick, she felt all tingly and excited. “I wonder why I never noticed how sexy he is?” she thought. “This is crazy. He’s just a boy. A boy that I used to babysit.” Still, it doesn’t hurt to fantasize a little, she thought as she giggled, running her long fingers between her legs. Nikki moaned as she imagined Patrick as the subject of her favorite masturbatory fantasy, kneeling between her legs while licking her. For some reason the thought of him kneeling between her legs didn’t feel right. As Nikki’s arousal began to grow, the image in her mind morphed into her kneeling before him. She was a teenage girl kneeling in front of the sexiest, most powerful man she knew, completely aroused and existing only for his pleasure. Her orgasm took her by surprise, her fantasy triggering the most intense orgasm she could remember.

After several minutes of being lost in the incredible sensations, the incredibly erotic thoughts filling Nikki’s mind subsided a little. “God, maybe something more than a fantasy with Patrick might be fun,” she thought.

Nikki slowly struggled to her feet as she started getting ready for work. She donned her familiar Hooters outfit – a white tank top with the owl and short orange shorts. As was her habit, she wore panty hose along with socks and sneakers, but without thinking she did some things a little differently. Instead of the red lipstick she normally wore, she applied a pale shade of hot pink lip gloss. She wore her hair in pig tails and instead of her normal socks, she wore little frilly socks that she had gotten for a present but had never worn.

Nikki looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like your typical hooters girl, but anyone who knew her would notice a slightly younger look and demeanor, although her tight t-shirt showed that she was anything but a young teenager. She smiled and thought that she looked especially good and looked forward to charming tips out of her customers.

“I wonder if Patrick will be home tonight,” she thought. “Maybe he’d enjoy seeing me in my uniform. I remember how he stole looks at me the last time he was at Hooters.” Lost in thoughts about Patrick looking at her in her uniform, Nikki needed to use all her self-restraint to keep from masturbating again about that sexy man.

Chapter Six

Donna’s new clothes and look was lost amidst the news of Dad’s promotion and the activity surrounding their getting packed and ready for their trip and dinner with the current CEO, Chairman of the Board and their wives. Drew and Amanda were soon out the door and Donna and Patrick were left with the thought about what to do for dinner.

As Patrick closed the door after waving to his parents, he turned and looked at Donna closely for the first time since she had come home from the mall. She was still wearing the same blue dress, but he noticed that her make-up was different. He figured that mom must have also gotten her some make-up at the mall.

“Wow, quite a change, Donna,” he said as he examined her beauty up close.

She looked at what she was wearing and thought, “I don’t normally wear clothes like this. It’s as if I turned into mom.” Her arms moved to wrap around her chest and she hunched down as if she were trying to hide her figure. “This isn’t me,” Donna thought, “No self-respecting feminist would be dressed this way.”

Patrick said, “I bet you turned a lot of guys’ heads at the mall, sis.” A tingle went through her, as she unconsciously licked her lips. A vision of her standing in that cute miniskirt she bought flashed in her mind. Her thoughts about her sudden change in wardrobe melted away in the sensual rush that went with the image in her mind. Donna’s pose had changed in a few seconds from that of a saucy, sexy girl; to a frightened, frigid woman and back again.

Patrick couldn’t help but smile as he nodded. “Do you want to order a pizza?”

“Whatever you want, Patrick, but I feel like cooking something,” Donna said, the memory of her objections to her dress now nebulous and distant. “Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind. Why do you feel like cooking, sis?”

“I don’t know. For some reason I just do.” For a moment, Donna was puzzled by her feelings. She certainly wasn’t the housewife type and normally she didn’t like cooking for Patrick. But it just felt right to be domestic for some reason. The good feelings flowing through her didn’t let her dwell on why she had this her new desire to cook. Donna shooed him out of the kitchen as she said, “Why don’t you go and watch T.V. while I whip something together.”

During the delightful meal, Patrick stole periodic glances as Donna’s legs. She noticed his attention a few times and thought about teasing him, but she couldn’t summon the energy or desire to do it. She kept thinking that if she were wearing those yucky jeans she used to wear all the time, no one could notice her legs. It made her feel sexy knowing that her new attire showed off her legs, even if it was just Patrick.

“So did you clean out the mall,” Patrick teased after putting down his fork and leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t particularly interested in teasing his stepsister, but it was a way to get his mind and his cock off the way she looked.

“Yes! I got some terrific stuff! Wait in the living room and I’ll show you!”

Patrick assumed that Donna was going to just bring out the packages she had left in the den. As he waited longer than he thought it should take for her to get the packages, he fumbled with the contents of his pocket. At first he wondered, what he was flipping in his pocket, but remembered that he still had another vial of the potion in his pocket. Ten minutes later, Donna cleared her throat. Patrick looked up from the T.V. and his mouth dropped open as he saw Donna wearing a cream colored miniskirt, light blue sweater, nude colored pantyhose and some cream colored heels. She posed herself at the doorway with one leg bent at the knee, both hands over her head, and her breasts thrust out to maximize the effect of the tight sweater with the scoop neck.

Donna couldn’t help but smile to herself when she saw Patrick’s reaction. It felt so good to model sexy outfits that showed off her figure. The fact that someone appreciated her new outfits and the way they looked on her was just frosting on the cake. At first she thought that she was acting creepy, but rationalized that she didn’t feel anything sexual for Patrick, she just felt sexy and feminine when she could show off her new look.

Donna almost asked, “You like?” but realized that would be flirting and she didn’t want or need to flirt with Patrick. Instead, she said, “Mom thought this would turn the boys’ heads.”

Patrick simply nodded and decided he needed to get away from Donna and the thoughts going through his mind. “I guess since you cooked, I should clean-up,” he said as he stood up. He was still fumbling with the vial in his pocket when he stood up.

“Oh, don’t be silly....” Donna started to say that she would take care of the kitchen, when her eyes were drawn to the pretty blue vial he pulled out without thinking.

“What’s that, Patrick?” she asked as she slowly walked toward him. A part of Donna thought it was strange that she was so drawn to a little blue bottle, but she kept moving toward it.

Patrick knew he should put the vial away and leave Donna alone, but her reaction to the vial, the memory of the night before and Donna’s sexy appearance got the better of him. He unscrewed the cap and waved it under her nose when she arrived next to him.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Donna moaned involuntarily, enjoying the smell as she continued to look at the blue liquid intently. Donna was so close, he could smell her perfume and feel her skirt against his pants.

“Drink it,” Patrick ordered as his cock hardened even more. Donna reached up, taking the small vial in her fingers, careful not to drop it. Donna staggered back and sat down on the couch after drinking the blue liquid. She shook her head trying to dismiss the initial disorientation of the potion.

After several shakes of her head, she screamed, “How could you!” Donna started to stand up. “You turned me into a little domestic sex object for your perverted fantasies! I was nothing more than eye-candy for your pleasure!”

Patrick was surprised both at her reaction and her memory of the prior evening. “Ssstop,” he managed to spit out before she could reach him as he back peddled. She obeyed, but the fire in her eyes remained.

“Sit down!” Patrick’s mind went over his notes and realized that nothing in the spell indicated that the subject would permanently forget the incident, only that she wouldn’t remember it when the spell wore off. Apparently, her memories while under the effect of the spell returned when she under it’s control again. He realized that he needed to find out some more about the spell. Patrick couldn’t help but notice that Donna was sitting with her knees together, in a nice pose that showed off her legs. He wondered if the conditioning held even when she was under the effect of the spell.

“Do you remember everything about what happened last night and today?”

“Yes, you pervert! How could you manipulate me like that?” she responded.

“Quietly, sis. Also don’t do anything that would hurt me and don’t try to escape,” Patrick said as he sat next to her. “How did you feel today as you were trying on your new clothes?”

“I felt sexy and feminine and soft...I liked it,” she said embarrassed by her feelings and reactions. Her embarrassment helped refocus her anger and she spat, “You made me feel that way, you stupid, adolescent jerk-off!”

“Do you still feel this way?”

“Yes, but when I focus or when I’m angry, I don’t feel that way,” she said. “How could you do this to me?” Donna asked as she buried her face in her hands. “It’s so embarrassing thinking that I bought all those clothes and liked it.”

Ignoring her question, he asked, “What’s so embarrassing about wearing sexy clothing?”

Donna’s eyes blazed, “I’m not a sex object! I’m a feminist! Not some brainless object to titillate your juvenile perverted ideas of sex! Jesus, you’re just like all guys, can’t handle a strong woman that doesn’t cater to your hegemonic, adolescent fantasies!”

Donna’s tirade was starting to piss Patrick off and he decided to take her down a notch. “You were awfully easy to condition to dress up like that sex object you claim to despise so much. I think you protest too much. I think you like showing off your body, like a closet exhibitionist.”

“You....” Donna started to say before Patrick cut her off.

“Repeat after me, Donna. ‘I like it when guys look at my body. It makes me feel so soft and feminine. Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.’ As you say that, touch yourself while imagining that you’re excited and happy to show off your body.”

“Patrick, you can’t...ohhhhhhhh,” Donna said as she her hand involuntarily strayed to her breasts and pelvis. “I like it when guys look at my body. Ohhhhhhh it feels better than yesterday...It makes me feel so soft and feminine. Godddddddddd, please don’t, Patrick. Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.”

Donna was intent on defeating Patrick’s attempt to subvert her feminist views, but she couldn’t stop the images invading her mind. She saw herself modeling her new sexy outfits for guys that were obviously enjoying the show.

“Again, but this time don’t touch yourself, Donna.”

“I like it when guys look at my body,” she whispered, surprised by how much she wanted to continue touching herself. “It makes me feel so soft and feminine. Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.”

Say your conditioning phrase again while touching yourself but this time imagine yourself in a skimpy bathing suit.

“Oh god, please stop...I like it when guys...Mmmmmmmm...look at my body. It makes me...Ohhhhhhhhh...feel so soft and feminine. I’m getting so horny. Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.”

“Would it feel even better if you didn’t have all that clothes obstructing your access to your erogenous zones?”

Donna wanted to lie, but she simply couldn’t stop herself from answering truthfully. She blushed as she told Patrick, “Yes.”

Patrick snickered, “Lose the blouse, bra, panties and pantyhose, then.”

Donna wanted desperately to disobey, but stood up and began undressing. “How could you do this to me?” cried Donna after her blouse, bra, panties and pantyhose sat in a heap beside her.

“At least I left you your skirt, Donna,” answered Patrick. “One more time.”

Donna felt the tingles intensify as her fingers contacted her bare breasts and pussy. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh! I like it when guys look at my body. Goddddddd, it’s so good. It makes me feel so soft and feminine. Mmmmmmmmmm! Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at. Patrick why are you doing this? You know it works. Please leave me alone.”

“I know that I can change the way you dress, I want to see if I can change your thinking, too,” lied Patrick. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was still playing with her. He had decided to leave her alone, but it seemed so easy to use the potion on her again.

Donna felt the conditioning begin to take root despite her efforts to resist. She had tried thinking that she didn’t really mean what she was saying, but her words, the images in her head and the delightful sensations flowing through her body overwhelmed her feeble efforts to undermine her conditioning.

After she had repeated her conditioning phrase three more times, the last time punctuated by a series of orgasms, she knew that her new thinking was firmly in place. Patrick’s eyes were not surprisingly glued to her beautiful tits and she couldn’t keep herself from thrusting them out so it would be more appealing to look at. Without even realizing it, she pulled her skirt up so Patrick could more easily see her wet pussy. At first, she experienced a spike of arousal from having a guy look at her body. That and a docile, feminine feeling overwhelmed her before she realized what was happening. Her realization was barely enough to allow her to pull down her skirt and wrap her arms around her breasts.

“You creep! You’ve got me showing off my body to you!” she said with a lot less conviction than she should be feeling. A fairly large part of her thought she was meant to be looked at and that she liked it, even if it was Patrick that was doing the looking.

Patrick was a little surprised by Donna’s actions. He hadn’t intended to turn her into a slut that would flash complete strangers. He wondered if he went too far this time. He wanted Donna to be more like her mom – openly sexy, not quite proper, but not an extreme slut. Still, the thought that she might flash him was so exciting. He decided to leave the conditioning in place for until he could see how she reacted when not under the potion’s effect. He could always fix any potential problems later.

“Wow, Donna, you’re so easily conditioned. I hadn’t intended for you to be flashing your body quite like that! Although I’m not one to complain. Let’s see if we can turn you into a little flirt,” Patrick said, his eyes still glued to her heaving breasts. “I think that would add to your sex appeal, Donna.”

Before Donna could protest some more, Patrick ordered, “Say, ‘It feels so natural to flirt a little. It’s a wonderful way to get guys to notice me. It makes me feel so soft and feminine.’ While you’re saying this, touch yourself while imagining yourself flirting as the guys look at your body.”

“God, you’re going to turn me into a slut!” Donna whispered even though she had intended it to be a scream. Even as she looked at him with hatred, her hands moved to her pussy and breasts. As soon as her hands touched her breast, her arousal grew and the image Patrick dictated assaulted her mind. She moaned and said, “It feels so natural to flirt a little. Mmmmmmmmm. It’s a wonderful way to get guys to notice me. Oh, yes! It makes me feel so soft and feminine. I’ll get back at you somehow, Patrick. I swear.”

“That’s hardly the right attitude, Donna. Do it again and this time say it like you mean it.”

Donna obeyed and knew that before long she was going to be a little flirt. She had tried every way she could think of to resist, but it was becoming easier for Patrick to condition her. It didn’t help that when she was distracted, she got excited by him learing at her body.

Once Patrick was sure that Donna’s new flirty behavior was in place, he let her cum and watched with some disappointment as she passed out due to the intensity of her orgasms. Patrick was still learning the different effect his potion had on different subjects. Nikki seemed to be more easily controlled by the potion. Donna seemed to end her conditioning with huge orgasms that caused her to pass out while Nikki had to be told to go to sleep. Patrick was tempted again to use Donna to relieve himself, when he wondered whether he could condition her while she was passed out.

He tentatively caressed her still hard nipples and smiled when he heard Donna moan softly, still unconscious.

“Hmmmm, this has possibilities,” he thought to himself, deciding to test his hypothesis. “What can I condition her to do that I’ll be able to notice easily.”

“I know,” he thought, deciding on the perfect test. He realized that with her unconscious, he needed to prop her up so that he could have easy access to her breasts and vagina.

Patrick started to undress thinking, “If I’m going to have to hold her against me, I might as well enjoy it.” Soon Donna’s half naked body was lying against Patrick, his hard manhood resting against her deliciously smooth bottom.

Patrick started teasing Donna’s nipples and pussy shortly after saying, “Donna, imagine yourself with nice, long, painted acrylic nails. The look so sexy on you. The beautiful fashion length nails make you feel so feminine and sexy, especially the reds, but to a lesser degree the pinks. They make you look and feel so pretty. You love the sensation of teasing yourself with your long fingernails.”

Even unconscious, Patrick could tell that she was enjoying his attention. Not only would she occasionally moan, Patrick noticed a continuing wetness flowing between her lower lips. He even noticed her mouthing portions of his conditioning phrases as he played with her body. After ten minutes of being manipulated in this way, Donna cried out in another orgasm. With her orgasm, her body moved involuntarily against him. Her bottom rubbed against his hardness, causing him to cum hard, his jism shooting onto her delicious ass.

After he came, he realized that he had crossed a line and wasn’t completely unhappy about it. At least not unhappy enough to stop doing what he was doing. He considered trying to wake Donna so he could fuck her, but thought better of it. Instead he cleaned her up and tucked her into bed.