The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Renée and I left the food court hand in hand. She needed the reassurance and I just enjoyed touching her. I dreaded the idea of adding any more girls to my little harem, but they were asking for more than just cozy moments and passionate nights. They wanted to feel safe. It was as good a reason as any to invite more to join us. The new question was, could I add to our montage without sex? Renée didn’t know and neither did I. One thing was sure: I was going to have to figure out exactly what my gift entailed and all its little quirks.

We stopped in front of a shoe store in disarray. Shoppers entered and left like the place had a separate entrance and exit, but it was open just like all the other stores.

Three of the four clerks of the store constantly moved from one customer to another, while the fourth stayed behind the register ringing up sale after sale. Of the clerks, only one was female and she was not as professionally dressed as the guys. All of the guys were wearing a button up shirt, tie, slacks, and dress shoes; but the young woman was wearing a white blouse that seemed cut for her shape, especially in the breast area, and a short black pleated skirt that constantly threatened to show off more than just her amazing legs. Her feet were adorned by very attractive black pumps. Even with the pumps the girl was shorter than most of the women in the store. Her wavy brown hair was shoulder length and framed her almond shaped face wonderfully.

I looked at Renée. “So, are all of your friends hot little numbers or what?”

She smiled back at me. “Pretty much. Her name is Chloe and she may be more susceptible to you than most of the other women you’ve seen today.”

That made my eyebrows raise. “More susceptible? As in she’ll have more difficulty resisting me?”

Renée merely nodded.

I looked back at the store and continued watching Chloe help customers. I had to admit, even with all the sex I’d already had, finding out what she was like would be fun. All I had to do was talk to her and maybe shake her hand. There wasn’t any harm in that. Was there? Don’t answer that. The whole day had been packed with women that would undress for me at a touch. I somehow doubted that just a simple handshake would do.

“Okay. I’ll go talk to her and shake her hand. I glance your way and you nod or shake as to whether you can... feel her or not. Right?”

“Yeah.” Renée looked up at me. She was happy that I had agreed to this. I was sure if our roles were reversed, I would have been happy that someone was willing to protect my friends too.

I gave Renée a kiss and then went to the store.

Looking around I realized just how unorganized the place was. Though there were tags along the shelves indicating women’s, men’s, kids’, and different sizes for each. The labels of the boxes didn’t match the location. I found all of them mixed together.

“How is anyone supposed to find anything in here?” I asked no one in particular.

A pleasant female voice answered behind me, “Ask for help.”

I turned to find Chloe looking up at me with a smile. She had her hands clasped behind her back which made her chest stand out that much more. Given my penchant for visual traps, I couldn’t help but notice that the top buttons of her blouse were open. It revealed a very direct line of sight to her very generous cleavage. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I heard Chloe chuckle. When I looked at her again she had placed her hand over her chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t think it would be that distracting,” she said with a smile.

“No, I should apologize for my inability to control myself.”

She tilted her head to the side. “So you don’t want to look?” She started to remove her hand.

“I didn’t say that. I enjoy such sights, but didn’t mean to be rude.”

Her smile widened. “If I didn’t want guys looking...” She took her hand away from her chest and thrust herself at me. “...then I wouldn’t dress like this.”

I chuckled at her actions. “So, how many of the guys who come in here walk out with more shoes than they wanted?”

She tried look innocent and even that made her more alluring. I was certain that act had melted many hearts and excited many penises. She swung her shoulders side to side which allowed me brief glimpses of the tops of her breasts through her shirt. She bit her lower lip and let it slip from her teeth wet and shining.

If I weren’t there to talk to her, she would have had me spending half my money. As it was, I needed to find out if a casual touch would gain the connection Renée had mentioned earlier. I held out my hand to shake. “My name’s Ral.”

She gripped my hand. Hers was much smaller, but then it wasn’t a contest. “Ral.” She repeated. “Ral. That just rolls off the tongue. I’m Chloe.”

I knew that already, but it didn’t matter. I could feel the sensation of desire through our contact. A quick glance at Renée and she was shaking her head, no. Touching alone wasn’t enough. So the next question was how to get Chloe to some semi-private location for a quick romp? I needed new sandals. Maybe getting her to help me find some would allow us to talk and more.

“I’m looking for replacement sandals.” I eased my hand out of hers. Both of us seemed reluctant to let go.

She looked down at my feet. “Yes.” She looked back up at me then turned toward the back of the store. “Follow me.”

I glanced back at Renée and she mouthed, “I’m sorry.” I shrugged and turned to follow Chloe.

Watching Chloe as I followed was a delight. She walked with a bounce in her step, even in the pumps. I realized she mostly stayed on her toes as she moved. The effect made the muscles in her calves really stand out. Something about the look of her legs got my engine going again.

Shifting my gaze from her to the boxes piled on the floor in an attempt to regain control, I wondered if I could ever look and not have an instant erection. Or at least, not get half-way there with just a thought. Guys my age were supposed to be at their sexual peak, but it seemed a bit ridiculous.

My level of arousal lowered a bit as we entered a back room with boxes stacked up everywhere. With the apparent pace of sales and restocking, I wasn’t entirely surprised that any organization that existed previously had been lost. Briefly, I wondered if they even had a manager.

Chloe went to one stack and pulled out a box. She stepped over to a stool and bench. The bench had four legs with a plate attached to two of them. She sat on the bench with the plate between her feet.

“Have a seat.” She indicated the stool for me, which I took.

She picked up my right foot and placed it on the plate between her legs. Even the feel of her hands on my feet was wonderful. Normally I didn’t get that much out of having my feet touched, but then again what was I comparing it too? I looked up and noticed the dark color of her skirt cast shadows across her thighs and in between.

Looking down and away from her, I tried to relax. Wasn’t it possible for me to just sit there and talk without acting like a horny college student? Weren’t the six women I already considered mine enough. Watching her hands as she removed my old sandal and put the new one on, I realized just how much I wanted her.

She didn’t seem to notice me as anything more than a customer. That had the duel affect of making me happy that I didn’t seem to be affecting her and being disappointed that we may not do anything more than talk.

I let it go. There was already so much going on that I really didn’t need to add more. But what about my promise to Renée? How was I supposed to connect with Chloe to protect her without having sex. Talking about a dilemma.

When she finished strapping the sandal to my foot, I stood up. The shoe immediately pinched my toes. “What size was this?”

“Ten.”

“Let’s try that again. I need a twelve.”

“Okay.” She hopped up, went to another stack to extract the same design, and returned to her seat. She seemed to enjoy changing shoes, so I let her.

As I watched her, I was once again blessed with the opening of her blouse. Even the edges of her white laced bra was visible. From the angle, it looked like it was a tight fit. It may have been a reducer bra like what Renée had intended to get earlier.

Chloe glanced up at me a couple of times but I didn’t think that I was flashing her. When she got the new sandal on me, I got up and walked around a bit. The feel was good. I sat back down. “Yeah. That’ll work.”

Chloe smiled and reached down to place my other foot. I sat back and let her put the second new shoe on me. As she did, she looked up toward the doorway. I looked over but didn’t see anyone. When I looked back at her she winked at me. I wasn’t certain what was going on, but I winked back. Her smile widened as her hands slipped up my leg, past my knee and towards my crotch. She was leaning much closer to me and she whispered, “I’m not the only one showing off my assets.” I felt her hand slip into my shorts and the direct contact got my blood flowing.

I froze, not certain if she was just teasing or actually wanted more.

Her smile was playful and her hand was gently groping. She looked up into my eyes and hers began to fill with desire. Her breathing quickened and her hand started stroking me more fully.

Renée had been right. Chloe may have seemed composed, but she was looking ready to pounce. Knowing certainly wasn’t going to stop the situation. Besides, I was supposed to seduce her so she could be included in my list of those I protected. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “If someone walks in on us, I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

She licked my earlobe as I spoke. Judging from everything that had happened that day, I had about another minute before clothes started coming off.

Chloe’s response didn’t help either. “I want this. I want it now.” Her voice had become hot and husky. She was primed for the situation, and her brain had apparently stopped working. At the same time, she was getting me heated up quickly.

I may not have been able to restrain myself for much longer. “We need more privacy.” I didn’t want it to stop, but I couldn’t let it continue if we were going to be arrested for indecent exposure when it happened. It wasn’t even a question of IF it would happen anymore.

Without a word, Chloe let me go and walked to the doorway. I sighed a bit of relief. Maybe she had come to her senses and our rendezvous could be delayed. I looked back and saw her pulling a hidden door shut and latching it. She looked back at me through the locks of her hair. Her eyes were feral. For a heartbeat, I was concerned for my safety. The thought left me quickly because I knew it wasn’t blood she was after. Other body fluids were desired.

She slipped out of her shoes, padded over to me and wrapped herself around me. Her small body pressed to mine and all of her limbs strapped her to me. My hands naturally found her round posterior to hold her up. Her open mouth sought mine and locked on like a leech seeking nourishment. I had encountered some lively women, but Chloe was starting to scare me.

She pulled from our lip-lock long enough to reach between us and find my cock. Having become fully engorged, it had pushed its way completely out of my shorts leg. With a low breath Chloe instructed, “Open me.”

I could only think of one thing that matched what she meant. Slipping my hands under her skirt, I pulled her panties aside. Her vagina was moist and her lips were hot with her arousal. I pulled them apart and her hand guided my throbbing meat-pole into her opening.

Once started, she pushed her hips up against mine with a low moan of content. She writhed against me to get some friction going and I had to plant my tongue deep in her mouth to keep her from calling out too loudly. She pulled and groped at me as her hips bucked and thrust. That little firecracker was bringing me close to the edge, and it was taking all the willpower I had to hold back my impending explosion. A couple of times she pressed down on me hard. I could feel myself hitting something deep in her. I certainly didn’t want to hurt her, but she seemed to want it: the deeper and harder, the better.

She pulled from our kissing and breathed. I slipped my lips down to her neck to kiss and lick her skin. She leaned back more and my chin pushed down into the opening of her shirt. I had a hand on her ass and another on her back, holding her to me. It allowed her to let me go and open the buttons to remove her shirt. Her bra seemed to be straining to hold her tits in place. I licked at her cleavage and she reached below my chin for the clasp. Her breasts pop out of their confines and large erect nipples stood out waiting for attention. Chloe scooped her breasts together for my hungry mouth, and her bucking hips kicked into another gear as I latched onto one of her nipples.

I could feel her heavy breathing next to my ear. In a low voice she encouraged me. “Yes. Suck on my tits. Suck harder. God, that feels good.”

My hips had begun moving against hers, forcing me deeper into her hot, wet opening.

Her grunts and groans were occasionally replaced by meaningful words: “Unnggg. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

Her request for more power didn’t go unnoticed. Holding her to me, I lowered us from the stool and laid her on the floor. She didn’t let me go for anything and my ass was free to engage hers fully. I released her tits and stretched out to use my entire body in the effort. As short as she was, compared to me, her face centered at my chest. I held myself up off of her, and she shoved my shirt up to lick and suck on my nipples. Her pussy groped at me as I thrust into her as hard and as fast as possible. With her legs wrapped around me she lifted her hips up to meet mine.

The desire to fuck her was so overwhelming that I closed my eyes. All the sensations added to my excitement and there was something else. Somehow, through my burning desire and the sensations that fed it, I felt her inevitable climax draw closer. With her lips pressed to my chest, Chloe screamed. After the short burst, she pulled away breathing heavily and holding on desperately. Her inner walls clamped down and the additional pressure finished me off too. I dropped my face to hers and shoved my tongue as far into her mouth as it would go. Our hips continued to bump against each other in tender spasms.

Pulling away I looked her face over. Sweat had plastered the edges of her hair to her skin. The glow of her pleasure was mine to visually feast on. I couldn’t help but smile and she returned the gesture. She wiggled her hips against mine while biting her bottom lip again. Surprisingly, I was ready for more, and she knew it too. Her hunger fueled mine and I sat back on my knees. I pulled her hips to me and began slapping at her again. She raised her legs and put an ankle on either side of my head. Her curly toes ran through my hair and I held onto her legs as my hips hammered at hers.

Looking down past her legs I watched her pull her nipples to her tongue. The sight was so hot I grunted as I thrust harder. Her eyes meet mine and a smile played across her lips. She knew I liked what I saw and she made a show of making her nipples glisten with her oral juices. She even ran her tongue along the deep cleavage and the sides of her valley.

Once all of it was dripping with her saliva, she pulled her legs apart and reached for my hips. She pushed me away and pulled my cock from her very slippery pussy. I ran it against her clit for a couple of strokes then followed her lead as she guided me up her slender body. I ended up straddling her torso with my cock settled between her mountains of breast flesh. She scooped up her tits again and pressed them to my heated stick. Reaching out with her tongue and keeping her eyes locked on mine, she licked my tip. I thrust involuntarily and pushed the head into her mouth. Her tits kept me from shoving into her completely. I had never lost control like that before. However, not only was I not concerned, I wanted it that way.

Chloe began stroking me with her mouth and tits. I didn’t think anything could compare to the feel of her hot tunnel, but I was wrong. Expertly, she built me up, and up, and up some more. Summarily, I was thrusting into her cleavage and waiting mouth. The feel of her warm body pressed to my sac sent me along and I held onto her tits as I fired off into her oral embrace. I quaked and shuddered as my cock emptied all over her face, neck and chest.

After settling down and opening my eyes, I saw the mess that Chloe had accepted. She made a show of happily gobbling up every drop of my spending. The glow she had before was still present and I only hoped she was sated for the time being. I stayed there not only watching her but enjoying the feel of her body expanding and contracting as she breathed between my legs. I fondled her wet tits and she sucked the remnants from my cock.

“I think that’s enough for now.” I suggested.

She pouted at me, but I could tell it was just an act. Her eyes sparkled with the bliss of a satisfied woman.

I slid back off of her and she started to sit up. Pushed her back down I shook my head with a grin. She lay back, watching me curiously. Watching her expression, I lowered my face between her legs and began cleaning her up. She smiled wide and ran her hands through my hair. I lapped and tongued her, dipping inside and sucking out our intermingled fluids. I nipped at her clit and felt her clamp down yet again. When she relaxed, I sat up. She sat up too and pressed her tongue into my mouth. Feeling her hot flesh in my hands was wonderful as we enjoyed each other for a moment more.

When we ended the kiss, she looked at me biting her lower lip again. The look was defiantly hers, and I wondered just what else I should expect from her. At that moment: not much. The sounds of the store and mall faded back in through the pounding of our hearts and we got up to get dressed.

I reached out and ran my fingers over her bra. “Can I have this?”

She shook her head, no, and pulled off her panties. “You can have these. My bras cost me too much.”

“Won’t you get into trouble with that skirt and nothing on under it?”

She smiled wide. “Probably, but isn’t that my concern?”

I started to mumble my reply and she put her hand over my mouth.

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, I’ve wanted to wear this skirt without panties for a long time. Now I have a good reason to.” She kissed me again and then re-clasped her bra.

Watching her make adjustments to get comfortable I asked, “Is that a reducer bra?”

She nodded. The look her face told me that she didn’t care for it.

“Why?”

She smiled. “You’ve seen me unrestrained. Most shirts strain to hold me.”

She buttoned up her shirt and I understood. That shirt had been tailored to accept a woman’s larger bust, but she was along the same lines as Erin and Nadia in the breast department. She then turned around and bent over to put her shoes back on. Looking back at me she smiled as I gazed at sight of her moist and reddened lips.

“You act like you haven’t had this much fun with a guy in a while.” I suggested.

She straightened up and walked back to me. “Actually I just broke up with my last boyfriend last weekend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He complained about too much sex. You don’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“No. Why did he think it was too much sex?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck loosely. Her face was very close to mine and softly she said, “Because I demanded it at least three times a day. And what we just had was a snack.” She licked my lips before shoving her tongue into my mouth. I returned the gesture and felt her slipping back onto my lap. I held her to me, but when her hand started slipping down between us, I held onto her wrist. She pouted into my mouth.

Smiling, I pulled from our kiss. She started rubbing her tits against my chest to entice me into a third round. I gripped both of her hands and pulled them around her back, pinning them into place with one hand. With the other, I ran a finger down her cheek, across her lips and tongue, down her chin, her neck and into the cleavage presented by her shirt. I looked back up into her eyes. “You have an incredible body. Your appetite may be a bit much, but I think we can manage.”

She grinned. “We?” She struggled half-heartedly against my hold on her arms. If she really wanted free she could do it, but I got the impression she liked the idea of being held back and teased. Maybe that’s what she really needed. “What do you mean ‘we’?” She asked.

I kissed her lips softly, chaste. She tried to lunge into me, but I held her back. I licked her lips and she moaned. Her hunger was still present in her eyes, but subdued. She was going to be hard to control, but I wouldn’t let the difficulty dissuade me. Finally I answered her question with one of my own. “Well, are your interests limited to only one gender?”

Chloe looked determinately into my eyes. I didn’t know if she was going to grunt disgust or squeal delight. For a few intense seconds, she made me squirm because I had asked a very personal question and we barely knew each other. The idea of being bound to her while she threw fits because I had had sex with several other women didn’t set well with me. The binding thing probably wouldn’t work if they didn’t at least agree to share me and though it seemed I could keep up with all of them sexually, there would probably be more need than I could provide.

At last, I saw the first signs of a smile and it spread gradually with warmth that made me feel good down to my toes. Yvonne and Renée had displayed the same smile for me. Maybe it was something about my gift, or charm. Something about my magical ability to bring women into my little group brought out not only desires but beauty that was rarely seen.

I took the smile to mean that she didn’t mind in the least having quality bed time with my other ladies.

The only difference Chloe exhibited was her quirk with the dominance and submission thing. I didn’t know what to do about it except to play. It wasn’t like what Mike wanted with Erin. He wanted control over her completely. Chloe was consensual. She wanted to play.

“I’m going to let you go now and you will behave yourself.” I didn’t make it a request.

She nodded and adopted that innocent look again. Her eyes still gave her away, but her act was very good.

I let go of her arms and she held onto me gently as I lifted her off of my lap. She felt a lot lighter than she looked and after I set her down, I looked again. She felt like a small child weight-wise, but she had the body of a fully developed woman. She stood there, letting me look her over. She watched me as I got up and moved around her full circle. Her expression may have been that of an innocent young lady, but her eyes continued to watch like a hunter who spotted her prey.

With a smile I shook away the thought that something else was going on. I picked up the box for my new sandals and put my old ones in it.

Chloe unlatched the door and slid it open as she watched me. I could see a fire in her that none of my others had. That fire would be difficult to quench, to keep sated. When the door was open, one of the other clerks was standing on the other side of it.

“Having a good time?” he asked with a sly grin.

I stepped up behind Chloe and she felt me there. Shrewdly looking over the clerk, I noticed the his name tag, Darrel. The tag also said Manager.

Chloe answered him, “Yeah. I was just enjoying my break.” Behind her back, her hand slipped up and cupped my crotch. She didn’t really grope me or anything, just let me know that she meant it.

I stepped to the side and patted her bare butt under her skirt in response. The direct contact of skin to skin was comforting and exciting. It was going to take some time to get used to it. Both of us shared knowing grins.

Darrel smiled back at us. “Right. This is a day to remember.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Usually it’s me or Johnny that takes our ‘break’ in there. This is a first for Chloe. Now she’s officially one of the guys.” At least the manager wasn’t a complete ass. Then again, an ass of a manager would ensure the store was better organized.

I placed my hand on Chloe’s waist so Darrel could see the move. He stepped aside for us.

Chloe gave me a quick peck on the lips. “What’s your number?” I didn’t have a phone yet, and I didn’t know how to give her directions to my apartment. I explained my problem to her. She knew the apartment complex I lived in and could find me. She wasn’t happy until I agreed that she could come by later. Finally, she pulled away and went to help another customer find shoes that were lost to the mess of the store.

I headed to the register wondering what I had gotten myself into.