The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Inflation was a four letter word to many people from 2011 until the dollar lost its value. It never got as bad in the USA as it did in Zimbabwe or the Weimar republic but it was certainly disheartening to watch the price of a loaf of bread top $5, then $10, then $20 (when you could find bread at all).

In all honesty it was part inflation and part deflation at the start. Necessities became more and more expensive while ‘luxury’ items dropped in price, at least for a while. There came a point though when people would immediately spend their US dollars as soon as they received them since in a day or two they would buy noticeably less. At that point the luxury items recovered part of their pricing. The idea was that holding anything tangible was better than holding dollars, the tangible item wasn’t going to lose its value as quickly and might even gain in value some.

In the beginning inflation was a godsend to some. Many people who had been preparing used the first part of the inflation/deflation time period to stock up on those things that they had wanted but couldn’t afford previously. They would sell off some of their barter goods that they had stored at high multiples of their original purchase prices, then turn around and use the proceeds to buy items that had been priced out of their range earlier. In the beginning this worked wonders, many of the high priced items they had wanted were less costly now due to being classed as luxuries and the barter items that everyone wanted were ten, twenty, or even a hundred times more valuable than they had been. This only worked for a short while though, even before people started buying any tangible item they could get their hands on, some folks had started to realize what they needed and things like water tanks, solar set-ups, and other ‘luxuries’ joined the rank of necessities in the overall pricing scheme. Firearms were never cheap. When inflation first kicked in, guns and ammo were leading the pricing rise, with their cost increase surpassing even that of food.

Tuesday:

Tuesday was spent making plans for goat retrieval. It turned out that Monica and Katrina had lived within a couple of miles of one another, although they hadn’t met until they were both captured. The trip would be about twenty miles using the roads. If we had been willing to hike it, the trip would have only been about ten miles as the crow flies but the terrain was so hilly and rocky that those ten miles would have turned into at least twenty walked each way. In addition, one lane of the main road was kept in a state of repair (or at least a lesser state of disrepair) in order for the military to move about and the dole to be delivered. This would make the first part of the movement much quicker than it would’ve been otherwise. After we got off the highway there were nine miles of road that were not kept up though. Several sections of it had washed out and were not repaired. Both Katrina and Monica agreed as to where these were when we planned our route on an old road map I had.

Monica’s old place was on what used to be a road. Katrina’s previous residence would involve traveling another two miles, the last half mile on a path that was nearly a game trail since her uncle had built his ‘house’ in Bear Creek Canyon Park. They both used to have neighbors within a mile of them and were unsure as to what had happened to those folks. I told them we could check if everything appeared quiet but not to count on it.

I was exceedingly unnerved at the idea of this trip but the thought of having fresh milk, cheese, and other dairy products available at little to no cost year round (including those times we were snowed in for days at a time) was strong enough to overcome my nervousness. In specific I was thinking that Susan could use more dairy than we normally had in order to finish developing properly and that Rita would have a better chance of her desired late growth spurt with it also.

I knew the state of affairs in my area but beyond our neighborhood my knowledge got sketchier. I knew in general what things were like to almost ten miles away from the market (that being the farthest distance that we had regulars come from for it) but beyond that things got less and less clear. Twenty miles out was, as far as I was concerned, a foreign country.

Katrina and Monica knew the areas to about a mile away from their respective previous dwellings. I knew that things would have changed some since they built their knowledge base but was pretty sure that the short time that had passed was insufficient for a decent size group of bandits to take up residence in the areas that the Angels had decimated. I felt more reassured that there would be no undesirables in the area we were headed to when Katrina told me that a patrol of Hell’s Fury had been stopping by once a month or so to check on her and that they had last been due sometime between when the Angels had captured her and now.

We spent a good portion of the day planning our trip. I found that the bicycle trailer tires would hold enough air to be functional for about fourteen hours. If I counted on half that for when it was in use we could certainly make it down without having to stop to re-inflate. Coming back up (and I do mean up, the area we were headed to was at around 6500 feet elevation while we were at 8200 ft) would be a different story but if we had the goats and a load in the trailer we were going to be moving slowly anyhow and lucky to make the trip in a single day. I figured fully loaded with salvage the trailer tire would make three to fours hours before it needed to be re-inflated. We’d certainly be taking a fair number of breaks on that trip so I didn’t consider that to be an issue. With the route planned on the map, the trailer lubricated up and hooked to my bicycle (using a makeshift connector that used a small section of rubber hose and a couple of nuts and bolts for the connector and a pair of stout bamboo sections to keep the trailer from running me over when I stopped or turning over when I cornered) all that remained was to pack our gear for the trip.

I decided that we would head out on Friday since the market days this week were Monday and Thursday and I didn’t want to miss out on a market day. I knew that over the winter I’d end up missing quite a few if the snow fell like normal and I liked to get as many in during the fall as I could.

The rest of Tuesday was spent collecting up the various camping equipment we’d take with us, checking its condition, and doing minor repairs to it that were needed. The plan was to go down on Friday and set up camp. If things went well (and quickly) on the way down Friday we’d spend the afternoon looking for the goats. Monica was convinced that they would’ve wandered back to the familiar area near their barn, even if the barn had been burned down. If they hadn’t she knew how to track them so hopefully we’d have them by Friday night. If we did we’d take a side trip to Katrina’s on Saturday morning, rest up in the evening and head back on Sunday. If finding the goats spilled over into Saturday then we’d use Saturday afternoon to hit Katrina’s place and still head back Sunday, just with a little less rest first.

I decided that Tuesday evening was going to be dedicated to Holly, since she was my primary wife. I also found myself thinking that I might have to go with Mormon sensibilities and marry the rest of my ladies even if I wasn’t going to take on the religion itself. I pushed that thought aside, since it was more than a little freaky to me, and told Holly of my plans. She was up for that evening being hers and hers alone since we had barely been getting the two to three times a week she had requested before we got Rita even. I told everyone else that after dinner my evening was dedicated to Holly and that they should all have something else to occupy them.

I knew Holly well, having been married to her for over two decades. I knew her fantasies and her preferences. At least I thought I did but I also knew that many things that she had suppressed over the years were now viable options since I could remove her inhibitions either temporarily or permanently as I had done with her view on anal sex. I decided that I would put her in trance and remove the rest of her sexual inhibitions for this evening and see what she might come up with that she would like to do.

As soon as we were in the bedroom and the door was closed, I dropped her into trance with her trigger phrase.

“Holly, for this evening you will lose any remaining sexual inhibitions that you have. I want you to be creative and tell me what you would enjoy, give priority to things that you wouldn’t want to try if you still had the inhibitions I am removing for this evening. Do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Will you comply?”

“Yes”

I brought her back out of trance.

“So, Holly. It’s just the two of us this evening, what would you like to do?”

She immediately began stripping.

“Mmmmm, there are quite a few things I want to do or have you do to me. Let’s start with you tying me down so I can’t back out of any of my suggestions unless you let me.”

Rather than break out the bondage gear, I decided to have some extra fun. I dropped her back into trance once she was nude:

“Holly, for tonight, whatever I tell you is true. If I tell you that you are tied down and can’t move, then you will be tied down and unable to move even if I’ve used nothing to secure you. Anything else I tell you will be true also. Do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Will you comply?”

“Yes”

I brought her back out of trance and positioned her arms stretched out over her head, hands clasping.

“Holly, your hands are tied in this position and you are unable to move them or your arms. Your legs are secured in this position and unable to move.”

I spread her legs wide with the second portion of the statement.

“Okay, you’re tied down. What would you like next?”

“Do you remember those nipple clamps we got years back? The ones I claimed hurt too much? Get them and put them on me.”

I rummaged through our toy drawer and found the clamps. A sigh escaped her as I clamped them onto her nipples on their loosest setting. A silver chain connected the two clamps and it draped down between her breasts, resting on her sternum.

“Tighten them so a moderate strength pull won’t dislodge them.”

I quickly tightened them down, tugging after each twist. I found myself with a full erection and decided that it was time to strip down myself as well. Once, the clamps were tightened correctly it took me under a minute to remove my own clothing.

Holly saw my cock and started straining her head towards it. Being an obliging type I positioned myself where she could get her mouth to it, barely. She whimpered as she tried to stretch enough to get my cock in her mouth but I left it at a distance where she could only reach the tip of my cock head with her lips. She kissed my cock, darting her tongue out of her mouth to lick the rest of its head. After a couple of minutes of that she asked me to lean in closer. I slid farther forward so she could get my entire cock in her mouth and just relaxed to her attentions for a while. When I pulled out she let her head drop back on the bed.

“If you aren’t going to let me suck you more than that right now, get the other pair of nipple clamps we got later on that weren’t as painful. Then attach one end of them clamped to their own chain with it wrapped around the chain of the first pair. The other end should be clamped on my clit. I think it will just reach.”

I proceeded to hook up the other pair as she asked, and found that there were several inches of slack in the chain. I took the slack in by making a larger loop around the chain of the first pair. When I placed the clamp on her clit she nearly orgasmed.

“Oh, yeah! I’m thinking this will be a pain evening. I always avoided that before because I was afraid I’d like it too much but damn it feels good. Go ahead and play with the chains, put pressure on my nipples and clit with the clamps.”

My hands wandered over her body, one of them playing with the chains and the second finding places of interest. I pinched her areolae until they were pancaked and thick. I dragged fingernails along her labia and on the tender area of skin above her clitoris hood.

“Do we still have your suede whip? Dig it out if we do.”

I pulled the whip out of our toy drawer. It was relatively short with ten falls each measuring about twelve inches.

“Good, put that up on the windowsill against the window and let it get good and cold.”

With it being November that wasn’t going to take long and I was looking forward to using it. She had requested I stop doing so several years back when I got a little over-enthusiastic with it one time.

“I’m sure there are a few other ideas you have that might give me a moderate amount of pain that can be tied in with sex. Go ahead and get whatever you might need for them now.”

I rummaged through a couple of drawers. A sick little part of me had always wanted to try something and this seemed like a good time. The first thing I pulled out was the remnants of a bottle of sore muscle therapy oil. The stuff worked wonders on stiff and sore muscles. The only reason we hadn’t used up this bottle was that it had gotten a bit old and now in addition to the heat which relieved the muscles it also induced a very irritating itch. I had saved it because sometimes my muscles were sore enough that I was willing to endure the itch for the relief but had been using it less and less frequently. The thought of Holly feeling both the heat and the itch on her breasts while being unable to do anything to relieve it firmed my erection beyond its normal stiffness. My thoughts wandered towards using it on some more internal parts of her anatomy but I thought that might be a bit much, plus if it was in her pussy it would get on my cock and I wasn’t all that interested in finding out what affect that would have.

I thought of tracking down a paddle for some good old spanking but I had strong hands, roughened by lots of outdoor work, and I figured they could easily suffice for that purpose. After some thought, the only other thing I pulled out was a bandana to blindfold her with, thinking that even mild pain would get a strenuous reaction if she didn’t see it coming.

“I’m ready Holly, do you have a preference as to what I should do to you? Or would you prefer me to use my imagination.”

“Go ahead and use your imagination. I might ask for a few specific things later on if you don’t stumble onto them yourself but for now let’s see what you think up.”

My first act was to tie the bandana around her head, obscuring her eyesight. I could’ve just told her she was blindfolded but I kind of liked using the props if they didn’t get in the way much. The ropes would have but the blindfold shouldn’t.

My hands moved down and began to maul her breasts, squeezing much harder than I normally would. Her nipples certainly appreciated the effort, standing up even more than they had been from the clamps. I wanted to keep a close eye on them so I could loosen the clamps for a bit if they went too dark a purple from the clamps. After a minute or two of that I paused and squeezed a bit of the oil onto her breasts. I went back to mauling them, rubbing the oil in as I did. I purposely avoided getting any on her nipples and areolae so I could suck on them later on.

It had been my experience with the slightly old oil that for about five or ten minutes you only felt the heat, then the itching began. It was barely noticeable at first but within another five minutes it grew to something that couldn’t be ignored. To pass the time until that happy circumstance arose, I pulled the whip down from the windowsill. The falls were quite chilly by this point and I began by teasing the tips of her nipples with the cold leather. I draped them over her nipples and slid the whip about, moving it so that the tips would also extend down to her areolae as well. I figured the cold of the suede would accentuate the building heat in her breasts from the oil. Something was working well as her breath came in hitches on and off as I dragged the whip over her.

I kept a close eye on her as I played, gently, with the whip. I was waiting for the squirms that would tell me she was beginning to feel the itch. When I saw the squirms beginning I raised the whip and with a downward stroke and a flick of my wrist I snapped it so that the very ends of the falls impacted lightly, and stingingly, on the sensitive underside of her left breast. Her body arched, as much as it could without violating her mental restraints, and the musky scent that told me she was very excited filled the air.

I wiped as much of the oil off of my hands as I could on her stomach and moved one hand lower. I used a single finger to stimulate around, and on, her clit as much as I could with the clamp in place. My other hand held the whip with which I would occasionally give her a light snap on various parts of her body. I alternated between the snaps and with gently drawing the falls over sensitive portions of her skin, trying to keep her guessing as to which would occur next and where it would fall.

The squirms from the itch continued throughout, occasionally throwing my aim off with the whip but she appeared to be enjoying herself immensely while at the same time being frustrated. I assumed the frustration was from being unable to scratch her itch and I think it heightened her other reactions, it certainly seemed to up her sensitivity.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself with the whip, clamps, and oil but after a bit I decided that I wanted something more for myself. I positioned myself between her legs and, very slowly and teasingly, began to penetrate her with my cock. She was incredibly lubricated and loose and I wondered if I might be able to do something about that. I momentarily withdrew my cock.

“Holly, to you your cunt is going to become as tight as that of a twelve year old virgin. My cock will feel even bigger than it normally does. As I penetrate you, you will feel as though that larger cock is forcing its way into your tight as a virgin cunt with no lubrication.”

I penetrated her again as I finished my command. Holly had been doing kegels ever since she had given birth to Sandra so it wasn’t that much of a surprise when I felt her pussy tightening up. It wasn’t nearly as tight as that of a twelve year old virgin but it was as tight as I had felt her in years. Although she was still quite well lubricated her reactions started to switch over towards the ones she normally had when she asked me to just force my way into her cunt without getting her lubricated first. She had always liked the friction from that, even if it didn’t last very long before she got wet. The winces, gasps, and shudders I observed told me that my last command was certainly in play and changing her perception of the penetration.

Her whole body was tensing up, shuddering and squirming as I did her. Despite the fact the she seemed fully lubricated to me, and kept adding to it by comingm I thought it might make things more interesting still to add something else in. I adjusted the chain on the second set of clamps so that it had as much slack as I could give it, disguising my action with a few tugs on the clamps attached to her nipples. I removed the clamp from her clit and then refastened that clamp around the base of my cock, using the slack from the chain to encircle it. I made sure it was tight enough to double as a cock ring and that the chain was taut enough that it would pull on the other set of clamps each time I withdrew my cock from her cunt. I started slowly doing her, watching the added bounce to her breasts and the stretching of her nipples with each withdrawal. Then I started to speed up my pace. As soon as my withdrawals were pulling on her nipples she started coming hard. As I sped up my pace, she continued to come. Between gasps for air I could hear her mumbling and from what words I could make out she was begging me to stop and let her catch her breath. I wasn’t ready for that yet and continued to pound her pussy.

Holly didn’t pass out but it may have been a near thing. After a few minutes of pounding in and out of her pussy her entire body relaxed save for her arms and legs that were still held in her mental bondage. I gave a few more strokes at that point and then released the clamp and chain from my dick and slowly pulled out of her.

I spent the next hour or so discovering something about myself that I hadn’t previously known. I had always, in the past, been a fair bit turned on when I accidentally (or accidentally on purpose) hurt my partner a little. I found that with Holly asking me to hurt her in small ways that it wasn’t nearly as much of a turn on. From this I realized that I had a bit of the sadist in me. I figured that was the only way to explain not enjoying the little hurts Holly asked for. To make up for it I got a little creative. With Holly blindfolded and ‘bound’ I managed to ‘accidentally’ hurt her a little a few times in ways she hadn’t asked for and wasn’t suspecting and found that it was just as exciting as ever. It reinforced my thought of being a closet sadist somewhat, either that or I had a control issue myself with letting her direct all the little bits of pain that were occurring.

Whichever it was, sadist or control issues, we did enjoy ourselves quite a bit and the only lingering effects would be Holly walking and sitting a bit tenderly for a day or two.

On Wednesday morning Katrina drew me aside and asked me what I had planned for the bike trailer and if there was going to be extra room in it. When I told her it was primarily just for camping gear on the way down, since I was assuming their places had gotten burnt out, and salvage atop that on the way back, she asked if she could use some of the extra room on the trip back. She confessed to having had quite a few items tucked away in hidden areas that she was pretty sure the Angels wouldn’t have found. Since there were about five separate stashes she was sure that some of them, at least, would have remained hidden. When I asked what exactly she had stashed away, she avoided a direct answer and told me “useful items”. Knowing Katrina I thought that, if her stashes had survived, the firearms count in the house was about to go up.

After deciding how the load would be packed in the trailer and gathering my goods for Thursday’s market I was at a slight loss as to what to do with the rest of Wednesday. I wasn’t used to having nothing I needed to be doing but since Jess was taking care of the cooking and the other women were taking care of the rest of the minor chores I’d normally have I decided to check the bikes out that we’d be using. I had taken care of regular maintenance on them the day before (oiling chains, inflating tires, etc...) but hadn’t taken them on a test drive at all.

I had installed gun cups on the handlebars of all of our bikes (think old time lance holders from medieval knights but on a swivel so you could level the gun over the handlebars. Hell of a recoil from a shotgun blast with it but sometimes you just have to fire first). The cups were adjustable to fit either shotguns or rifles (although my opinion of using a rifle from one was that you might as well just throw away the ammo). The leather they were made from got some fresh oil on the interior every couple of months and the wax outer coating was freshened once a year. They hadn’t cracked or split yet and I had made them several years back. All the swivels were still working well, I tested them with my Mossberg 500 after replacing its longer barrel with the 18.5″ one that was better for close in work. I figured on the trip I’d take the Mossberg in the gun cup, the AK clone on my back, and the .45 on my hip. That would give me a better chance to have the right tool for any occasion, although I wouldn’t be carrying a lot of ammo for any of them.

I decided to ride around the block on the two that Katrina and Monica would be using. My own bike I’d take for a bit more of a spin to make sure it was in good condition. Our block contained one hell of a hill so testing out the other two bikes gave me some good exercise (when I got off to walk them up the steep incline). When I got to my own bike, I went inside to let Holly know where I was going, then strapped the Mossberg into its cup and headed down to the market, despite it not being a market day.

When I got down to the market I could see Steve out in the parking lot, taking measurements and making markings. Looked like Allan was going to be losing a lot of pavement to the gardening project from what I could see. I wandered over his way.

“Is stuff really going to grow in the soil under this pavement when you remove it?”

Steve looked up, startled. I had the brief thought that we needed to work on his situational awareness.

“Nah, I’m going to hire some of those day workers to shovel out the top foot of this soil under the asphalt and replace it with soil from over there.”

Steve gestured towards a median strip, between the road and the parking lot, that was heavily overgrown.

“We’ll rebuild the median area with this soil and over a few years the weeds will clean it up some and we can plant in there also, probably trees to try to block the cold winds and develop a micro-climate in this area.”

“Well, sounds like you know what you’re doing. Things going well?”

“Certainly are. I’ve got my plans all drawn up and I’m making measurements here for where we need to remove the asphalt. We’ll probably leave the paths between everything covered in it, at least for now.”

“Sounds good, glad you landed on your feet here. I wanted to mention, I appreciate you showing up at the firefight. A good number of people who’ve lived around here longer didn’t and you can’t tell me they didn’t hear the air horn.”

Steve actually blushed for a moment.

“You’re welcome but I figured if we wanted to live in this area, we better be willing to help keep it safe, not that I was a lot of help though.”

“You showed up man. Like I said, a lot of others didn’t. Back door over here open?”

“Nah, the side door there is propped. Be careful though, got a string on the inside tied to some cans as a minor alarm.”

“Cool, thanks. I’ll let you get back to work.”

I wandered over and entered the market through the side door that was propped open. I almost missed the string he was talking about, even after he warned me. He had a thin monofilament fishing line run an inch or so above the floor, tied into a stick propping up a stack of cans. With as poor as his personal situational awareness was, I was fairly impressed by his alarm.

The market was empty with no-one in sight. I could hear some noises from upstairs though so I headed for the staircase. As I walked up the staircase I identified the sounds. Sounded like Allan was having himself a good time right now and if I wasn’t mistaken his partner was Pam and not Mary. Since I was looking for Mary anyhow, I figured I’d wander around a bit.

I headed down the hallway, passing the closed door where the noise was coming from. I figured if they were having a threesome, I’d just have to wait a while. If Mary wasn’t involved though, I could find her. I wanted to ask if they had rescheduled going down to get her stuff, since I had volunteered to help.

Towards the end of the hall, I heard something coming from another room. It sounded like humming, but with the door closed I couldn’t be sure. I knocked and waited. Within a few seconds Mary opened the door, buck naked. She smelled like sex and the humming I had thought I heard was quite audible now. Without the door in the way I could identify it as a vibrator.

Mary’s face fell for a brief moment when she was that it was me. It then immediately lit up again with glee.

“Come on in, please. I thought you might be Allan but I guess he’s still busy.”

“Sorry to bother you, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“Don’t worry about it. Come on in.”

I walked into the room and it no longer looked like a grocery store office without the furniture. There was a four poster bed, cloth hangings on all the walls, throw carpets, a couple of cushy armchairs, dressers, etc... It looked like she had already gotten her stuff and I immediately felt guilty for not having helped as I had offered.

“Sorry Mary, I had been going to ask if you had rescheduled a time to get your belongings, but it looks like you’ve already done so.”

“Yes I did. The squad was kind enough to do a ‘patrol’ up towards where I had been living and they brought the bus. Seems their patrol terminated at my house and on their rest break before heading back they loaded everything I wanted to bring back here into the bus.”

Mary grinned.

“You could say that you did help. With them having Pamela around each night they were mighty accommodating with little things like helping me move my stuff. With the squad they sent it took less than half an hour to get it all loaded up and the same to unload at this end.”

Mary lounged back onto her bed and turned off the vibrator that had been sitting on it.

“Damn thing is a pain, I never thought the joke about vibrators having batteries so you didn’t kick the cord out of the socket was very funny. Until the first time I managed to pull the cord out of the socket.”

I noticed then that there was a power cord running from the vibrator to the nearest outlet. I didn’t succeed in keeping a small grin off my face at the visualization of her kicking the cord out.

“Oh sure, laugh. I’ll admit I did also the first time it happened, after I got disgusted over being interrupted anyhow.”

“Sorry, but that’s a classic joke and the thought of you having experienced it... What can I say, will you forgive me?”

“I suppose I can forgive you, you mind if I try something?”

“Go ahead, what did you have in mind?”

“I just want to see if what Holly told me was the truth.”

Mary turned the vibrator back on and started caressing her pussy with it, paying extra attention to her clitoris. Her second hand moved up to a nipple and pinched and caressed it to attention. All the while her eyes were locked on the front of my pants. A grin broke out on her face as she noticed me rising to attention.

“Oooohh, that’s nice. Holly told me that if I played with myself in front of you that you’d respond instantly. I was hoping that was true. Want to help me with a problem?”

“I’d be happy to.”

I was pretty sure I knew where this was going now and certainly wasn’t against spending some time with Mary.

“See, Allan hasn’t fucked me since the troops left. He’s been doing Pamela every night and some days as well. You know how I feel about masturbating and...”

I slid onto the edge of the bed, stopping what seemed like it might become a tirade by the expedient method of pressing my lips to her own. My tongue darted inside her mouth, gently caressing her tongue. I teased her tongue with my own, touching it lightly and withdrawing it from contact. As her tongue followed mine I slowly withdrew it until her tongue chased mine into my mouth. I bore down on it gently, but firmly, with my teeth, keeping her lips in contact with my own.

As I kept her lips pressed to mine, my hands began to wander. I ran fingers through her jet black hair. I used my fingertips to caress about her areolae, causing her nipples to tighten and harden more. As my hands wandered lower, I found that the thick bush she used to sport was gone. While she wasn’t shaved, her pubic hair was now as short as it could be trimmed with scissors. My index finger slid into her pussy, which was dripping wet from her previous attention to it and my current attention to her. My dripping index finger drew a muffled gasp through our locked lips as it lightly penetrated her ass next.

Reaching over her I took possession of her vibrator and slowly slid it into her pussy. I moved it around a tiny bit, twisting and thrusting. When I was sure that it was well lubricated from her pussy, I withdrew it and a long thrust, firm but relatively gentle, had it buried to the hilt in her ass. When she gasped again from its penetration I loosened my hold on her tongue, allowing her to draw her face away from mine.

Her hands had not been idle as I played with her. My shirt was drawn out of my pants and my pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. After I released her she continued to undress me. My shoes and socks were gone in a flash, then she quickly removed my pants and underwear. Finally she pulled my shirt off my torso and had me nude. All of this was done without her removing the vibrator.

“Use me, I need your cock inside me. Put it wherever you like so long as it gets inside of me.”

I pushed her over on her back and knelt astride her stomach. I placed a pillow under her head to get it as perpendicular to the bed as I could while she was laying horizontal. After sloppily licking her cleavage to lubricate it I leaned forward and buried my cock between her DD breasts. She immediately placed her hands on the sides of her breasts, pressing to keep my cock contained between them. I took a moment to enjoy the contrast in skin tones between my swollen white and pink cock and the olive-toned skin of her breasts. Then I began to fuck them. My hand on the back of her head, positioning her mouth at the end of my stroke, was all she needed to understand what I wanted. Soon I was reveling in the feel of the skin of her breasts on my shaft and the hot, wet moisture of her luscious lips and mouth sucking on the head of my cock at the top of each stroke.

After a few minutes of fucking her tits, I pulled out from between them. Lowering her head to a more normal position on the pillow, I slid down her body and started sliding the head of my cock over her clitoris. The musky scent in the room intensified dramatically as I drew the head of my cock over her clit again and again. Each time I did the shaft of my cock pressed lightly against her clit, providing gentle stimulation.

I could feel her body tensing up in preparation for an orgasm and stared pressing my cock harder against her clit as I moved back and forth. Once she was properly into her orgasm I slid my cock further down on the next pass, bringing it back up inside her pussy. As I entered her, her orgasm intensified even more. She was loose as could be but still very enjoyable to be inside. With as loose as she felt right now I could fuck her cunt for as long as I wanted to without coming. I began a slow but deep rhythm that was hard enough to set her breasts to bouncing. I stared at them, nearly mesmerized by their movement. I noticed that, in the light of her room, the tiny stretch marks I had noted on them before were invisible.

As Mary’s orgasm subsided I just buried my cock inside her cunt and stopped thrusting. I knelt between her legs, cock buried inside her, and reached up to play with her breasts. Her nipples were hard and her areolae crinkled. It was a shame, at least to me, that they weren’t larger but even average size are fun to play with, and play with them I did. Her little gasps of pain did nothing to deter me from stretching her nipples out to twice their normal length. The clenching of her pussy around my cock that came with the gasps made me think that the pain probably wasn’t a bad thing.

After a few minutes of playing with her breasts I decided that it was her turn to work. I rolled over on my back and gestured for her to mount me. The moment was almost lost when we both burst into laughter as she pulled the vibrator’s cord out of the socket but I recovered it by quickly pulling the vibrator from her ass and tossing it on the floor.

She lowered herself onto me, my cock once more buried in her cunt. I reached up to continue playing with her large breasts, which now showed evidence of their slight sag since she was in an upright position. I used the sag to continue my play, swinging her breasts from side to side as she began to raise and lower her hips to fuck me. I stared at her face, her huge eyes seeming even larger than normal in the lighting of her room. I drew her down onto me with my cock buried completely in her cunt and, staring at her face, I spoke her trigger phrase.

My biggest problem at this point was deciding what to do. When your partner is pretty much willing and eager for any form of sex, making things more exciting through hypnosis can get tough. I’ll admit that I got quite a kick out of modifying reactions in my partners through hypnosis, which was why I had dropped Mary into trance. I decided that my best bet, in this case, was to see if her frustration and anger levels were building due to Allan ignoring her. If they were I figured I could channel them into the sex and get one hell of a ride here.

“Mary, Can you hear me?”

“Yes”

“Are you feeling angry or frustrated over Allan ignoring you in favor of Pamela?”

“Yes”

“Please describe your feelings about it.”

“I am frustrated sexually due to not having any in a while. I am frustrated mentally because I’ve pulled every trick I know to try to get his sexual attention back to me and it just isn’t working. I’m angry at him because he told me he loved to have sex with me and would do so as often as he could and is now ignoring me sexually.”

“Mary, I know why he is ignoring you. Would you like to know?”

“Yes”

“When we spoke before he told me that Pamela reminded him of the girls he knew when younger that he always wanted to date but wouldn’t even give him the time of day. I think he is using Pamela as much as he can to try to get back at them for that. Does that make you feel any better?”

“No”

“Why doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“It might have if he had told me that. I would even have joined in to play and help him get his revenge. He just shut me out though, didn’t tell me anything. He barely talks to me nowadays.”

“I don’t think he consciously knows what he is doing. Does that help?”

“No”

“Okay then, this should help. I want you to take all those feelings of frustration and anger and channel them. I want you to channel them into sex, I want you to work out all those frustrations and all that anger in sex with me. If it gets rough, it gets rough. Can you do that?”

“Yes”

“Good. I am going to bring you back out of trance and I want you to start channeling all of that into the sex and get it out of your system. Will you do that?”

“Yes”

“Okay, I’m going to count backwards from ten to one, when I reach one you will resume with the sex where we were when I put you into trance. As I count down your body will get stimulated back to the point it was at when I put you in trance. As I said, if it needs to get rough to help get those feelings out that’s good. Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...”

I could feel Mary’s pussy start to lube again and her breathing was getting heavier.

“Three...two...one...”

Mary immediately started moving up and down on my cock. I had lost a little of my erection while I had her in trance and she almost shifted too far up and lost my cock from inside of her. She noticed at the last moment though and came slamming back down on me. I quickly regained my full erection as she started pounding me. I was damn glad that I was in fairly decent shape from my current lifestyle as she was coming down on me hard with each stroke. I could hear her muttering, I don’t think she realized she was talking aloud.

“See if you can ignore me while I do this!”

“That little bitch would break trying to do this!”

“She’s got nothing to compare to this!”

The last was said as she grabbed both of her breasts and started mauling them, stopping the wild gyrations they had been ascribing as she pounded up and down on me. She leaned forward slightly, just enough that she could start thrusting her nipples into my face on each downstroke. Happy to oblige I stuck out my tongue and flicked one of the nipples with it each time they came in range.

Mary’s endurance still wasn’t all that high so after about five minutes, she started slowing down. I could see that she still wanted to be pounding away but just didn’t have it in her. Her large, liquid eyes got thoughtful for a moment.

“I’ve been acting like his fucking dog, just waiting for him to come back so I could pant at him. Do me doggy style like I deserve.”

She dismounted from my cock and got down on all fours. I knelt behind her and thrust into her. I began to try to pound her the way she had been doing to me and did a credible job at it. I could hear her muttering again but couldn’t make out the words this time. After a few minutes she spoke audibly.

“I’ve been such an ass just waiting for him. Why don’t you drive that lesson home to me. Pound my ass the way you’ve been pounding my cunt!”

I kind of liked the pushy Mary, she was a lot of fun. So with no argument I slid my cock out of her cunt, only to bury it hilt deep in her ass on my next stroke. Her ass was still incredibly tight and my rapid penetration drew a gasp of pain from her but she didn’t ask me to stop. I tried to keep my pace to the same speed I had been using in her cunt. If I didn’t succeed I did something right because instead of mumbling, I could hear moans and gasps coming from her as I pounded away.

She came repeatedly between her riding me, my slamming her doggy style, and my pounding away in her ass. Having fucked her for a while already I was damn close to filling her ass with my come after only a minute or two.

“Mary, I’m close to coming. Do you want me to go ahead and come or pull out and recover some so we can continue?”

“Mmmmm.... lean on me... grab my tits, squeeze hard”

I did as she asked.

“Now pound away as hard as you can until you come. Right before you do, maul my tits. Grab them hard and pull.”

Within a minute or two I was pulling hard enough on her breasts that I thought I was going to hurt her. She responded gamely though with an orgasm and an accompanying scream that I bet Steve heard outside even. When I was done filling her ass with my come, I flopped back and to the side, pretty much worn out for the moment. She dropped onto her stomach as soon as I was out of her ass.

As she lay spent on the bed I triggered her back into trance again.

“Mary, since Allan hasn’t been treating you as you think he should from now on your major decisions can only be made by me or by yourself. Do you understand me?”

“Yes”

I brought Mary back out of trance and we chatted for a while. Since my main reason to come down had been to see when we would get her stuff and it had already been done I could leave at any time. But I thought that Mary should probably have some company for a bit since she wasn’t feeling up to par emotionally. When I mentioned that I would probably bring Pam up to my place sometime soon, she looked quizzically at me:

“Why didn’t you move me up there?”

“Well, I had thought that you would get all of Allan’s attention here. I’m sorry that I messed that up with Pamela but I didn’t know. Currently I’ve got Holly, Rita, Katrina, Monica, Jessica, and shortly Pamela that I have to split my attention between. When I first met you I already had Holly and Rita. I thought that you would be happier with someone who could focus on just you.”

I intentionally left Sandra out, not knowing if Mary knew anything about my activities with my daughter.

“I hadn’t thought of it that way. I do get along with all of your ladies that I’ve met though so you might keep it in mind.”

“Mary, I get pretty worn out just with trying to keep the women I have there satisfied. I love having sex with you, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got some limits. I’ve already been considering some type of line marriage and getting another man into the mix just so I don’t feel as pressured to satisfy everyone myself.”

“Oh” she said, sounding crestfallen, “Well, still keep me in mind. If you do get another man in I’m sure he’d be somebody worth associating with. I wouldn’t mind sharing at all I don’t think.”

We chatted for a while longer until I decided it was time to leave since I’d spent a couple of hours down here already. On my way out, I didn’t hear anything going on in the other room but the door was still closed. I ran into Steve again down on the main floor of the market. I spent a few minutes looking at his plans for planting beds in the converted parking lot and congratulated him on his design. As far as I could tell, it looked like it should work, assuming he got the potentially contaminated soil under the asphalt shoveled out to a deep enough level and replaced it with cleaner soil from the nearby areas he had planned on using.

I headed home on my bike which, while not in tip-top condition, had proven to be in a good enough condition for the trip.