The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

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The following story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity and is intended for the entertainment of adults only. If depictions of sexual acts offend you, please stop reading now. If you are under the legal age to read this sort of stuff in your area, go do something worthwhile and stop polluting your mind with this crap. Finally, some of the things depicted in this story are dangerous or unethical; please don’t try this at home.

For whatever it’s worth, this work is copyright © 2000 by The Sinner. You’re welcome to download it for your own enjoyment. You’re welcome to repost it to any newsgroup or on any website as long as you include the entire work without any alteration (including the author’s byline and these fun little paragraphs at the beginning). If you do repost it, I’d appreciate it if you let me know about it; I like to know where my stories get to. Hell, even if you only read it yourself and enjoy it I’d still like to hear from you.

Much thanks is due to Cal O’Shaw for the feedback he provided during the writing of this story; to Mark Reed for his incredibly thorough proofreading of this piece; and to Rosesthorns for urging me to write the final scene.

A Matched Set

by The Sinner

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Part Three

Paige paced nervously back and forth across the living room of the apartment. Bill was late. It had been nearly a month since she’d last seen him—he’d called to tell her that his business trip had been extended by a week—and Paige found herself nearly insane with anticipation. She pulled the ermine coat tightly closed, savoring the feel of the soft fur against her skin. A whole month without sex, she thought. That’s more than any girl should ever have to endure.

She jumped when the doorbell rang. Fighting to keep her composure, she walked quickly to the door, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the tile floor of the foyer. After a deep breath, she reached out with one manicured hand and opened the door.

It was Bill. “Hi, honey,” he said, stepping confidently into the apartment and kissing her on the lips.

Paige swooned at his touch. Gripping him tightly, she gnawed hungrily at his lips. “Oh, Bill... I’ve missed you...”

“I know, honey, I know,” he said soothingly, gently pushing her away. “First things, first, though. I want to see how they look.”

He was referring, of course, to the gifts he had arranged for her to receive just before going on his trip. Paige bit her lip nervously as she took one step away from him. Throwing the front of her coat wide open, she thrust her chest forward. “D-do you like them?” she stammered. Bill leaned forward, craning his neck this way and that as he examined her chest. Paige brought her hands up to cup her newly-augmented tits, drawing her fingers along their curved undersides. Please, she thought, tell me you like them.

She’d been nervous about the procedure all along, ever since that day four weeks ago when Bill had taken her to see a plastic surgeon. The surgeon was an old friend of Bill’s, and they’d chatted and joked for a full fifteen minutes, during which Paige had sat quietly, calmly caressing the fur of her coat.

Finally, the doctor had turned his attention to Paige, asking exactly what sort of bust she was after. Truthfully, of course, she was perfectly happy with the bust she had. But Bill was giving her a present, and... well, she’d already accepted so many gifts from Bill that it would be rude to turn this one down, wouldn’t it? So she’d resolved to accept Bill’s largesse. She could always get them removed later on.

She’d started off looking for something small and perky, determined to avoid looking top-heavy. She and the doctor had looked at some photos, discussing the possibilities of different shapes. But then Bill had casually suggested looking at something larger. Something more... “attention-getting” was the phrase he’d used. Paige had almost swooned at that. She was, she knew, a glutton for attention. The thought of men staring at her as she clung to Bill’s arm drove her crazy.

And so, somehow, after nearly an hour of looking at progressively larger implants, they’d settled on one of the more “attention-getting” models. Paige had left the office with misgivings, but Bill had soothed her that night at his apartment. In fact, he’d spent almost all his free time with her for the next couple days, until he finally left for Europe an hour after checking her into the hospital for surgery.

The next month had been stressful for Paige. Despite Bill’s frequent reassuring phone calls, she’d gone nearly insane at being cooped up alone in her apartment. The doctor had given strict instructions that she was to get as much rest as possible for the next four weeks. He had forbidden her to drink or engage in any sort of athletic activity, including sex. He hadn’t told her not to go to her classes, but Paige had stayed away anyway. She couldn’t bear the thought of showing up in class with her chest all swollen up. Everyone would know. So she’d called up the school registrar and withdrawn from her classes this semester. She could get back to studying in the spring, when she’d be less distracted. And she knew Bill would pay for it.

In the last week, she’d gone shopping nearly every day. She needed new clothes to fit her new figure. Besides, she just had to get out of her apartment. So she’d used the credit card Bill had given her to purchase an assortment of dresses, tops, and lingerie. Getting out had relieved some of the stress of being cooped up, but it hadn’t done anything for the insatiable itch in her groin. In fact, merely knowing that she was going to be wearing these clothes for Bill only made her hornier.

“D-do you like them?” she asked timidly. She realized now that they were big. Anyone who saw them would know. They’d know that she belonged to Bill, and that he’d bought her tits for her. And she didn’t mind. She loved the idea that her augmented boobs somehow marked her as Bill’s property.

Bill finished his inspection and straightened up, apparently satisfied. “They’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. A perfect match.” The last remark had Paige somewhat puzzled, but she forgot about it a moment later as Bill kissed her, his hands pawing at her chest. Minutes later, the first orgasm of the evening surged through her body as Bill sucked eagerly on her new tits.

“Can you believe the balls of those guys?” Bill asked as he cut his veal. “They agree to a contract, drag me all the way to Europe, and then start complaining about our service plan. Jesus.” He popped another chunk of meat into his mouth, still grimacing in disgust.

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey,” Paige said soothingly. It really bothered her to see Bill so upset. She’d always known that Bill was a very powerful man, but only recently had she come to realize that with that power came a great deal of responsibility. Paige tried to do whatever she could to relieve the stress Bill felt. When they were alone together, that meant giving him a nice blowjob, or spreading her legs to accommodate his cock. But at times like these, when they were out in public, she could only soothe him with words. “Everything came out for the best, didn’t it?” Paige stirred her salad while her free hand idly rubbed the fur hanging on the back of her chair.

“Yes, I suppose so,” Bill sighed. “Still, I’m worried they might try something like this again...” He trailed off, looking distractedly over her shoulder. Smiling, he waved at someone behind Paige. She turned to see a tall, thin man approaching. She straightened up, brushing her lush blond hair back behind her shoulders. It was important to look her best for Bill’s friends.

“Bill! How are you?” the man asked, shaking Bill’s hand vigorously. His voice had the slightest trace of a French accent.

“Excellent, Pierre. So nice to see you again. And how are you? How is the venture-capital business?”

“It’s doing well. My superiors in Paris are most pleased. And you seem to be doing very well, non?” he asked, looking meaningfully at Paige.

Bill chuckled. “Pierre, this is Paige,” he said, gesturing at her. Paige put on her best smile. I’m gorgeous, she thought. “Yes,” Bill continued, “I am rather pleased with her.” Paige shivered with delight. It made her so happy that she could bring pleasure to Bill’s otherwise stressful life.

“And why not?” Pierre responded. “She is gorgeous! You are a lucky man, Bill, to have such a beauty at your side.”

“Well, it’s not all luck. She needed a bit of upgrading. You should have seen her when I met her. She had one of those ugly short haircuts. And she didn’t know a thing about wearing makeup!” Paige bristled a bit at his words. Just because Bill didn’t go for the professional look didn’t mean...

“But look at her now! I’m really proud of what I’ve done with her,” Bill continued, and Paige forgot what she had been thinking. Bill was proud of her. It made her so happy that Bill could be proud of her. “But here’s the best part,” Bill went on. “Paige, honey, stand up so Pierre can get a good look at your tits.”

Paige only hesitated a moment before rising. Somewhere inside her, a tiny voice screamed in protest at being put on display like this, but it was washed away by the pleasure she felt at being shown off by Bill. She thrust her chest forward eagerly, smiling serenely as she cupped her massive boobs through the thin dress.

Pierre gasped. “Mon dieu, they are truly magnificent!” He peered at her chest in fascination. Paige beamed.

“Go on, touch ‘em,” Bill prodded. Pierre reached forward, gingerly brushing the round globes of her cleavage with his thin fingers. “They’re fantastic aren’t they? I had Gerald do them. The man is a real artist.” Paige groaned in pleasure. She felt so valuable, like a prized possession. A work of art.

“They are truly wonderful,” Pierre said, sending another surge of pleasure up Paige’s spine. She shuddered, a ragged moan escaping her mouth. Pierre stepped back, surprised.

Bill chuckled again. “Yeah, she’s horny as a minx. A real firecracker in the sack. Fortunately, I’ve still got what it takes to keep her satisfied.” Paige felt her knees buckling. It was true, all of it. Ever since Bill had returned from Europe, she’d been in a near-constant state of arousal. Only Bill’s wonderful cock provided her any release. And she wanted the whole world to know it. She wanted to be a living, breathing testimony to Bill’s virility.

“Well,” Pierre replied, “I can see you’ve got your work cut out for you, mon ami. I shall bid you adieu and hope to see you next month at the banquet, non?

“I’ll be there, Pierre,” Bill promised, waving goodbye to the departing Pierre. “Sit down, honey,” he told Paige, his attention turning back to his dinner.

Her knees still shaking, she complied. Her breathing was quick and shallow, and she could feel her pussy growing wet. “Bill,” she mewled plaintively, “let’s go...”

“What, already?” Bill replied, looking up from his plate.

Paige was bouncing in her seat. “I need it...” she whined softly.

Bill sighed. “Oh, all right. I guess it’s not fair to get you all worked up like that and then make you wait. I was just about done with my meal anyway. Let’s go back to the car.”

Paige squealed in delight, hurrying into her coat and almost dragging Bill out of the restaurant, ignoring the stares of the other diners. Five minutes later, he was sitting in the back of the limousine while she rhythmically impaled herself on his cock. Her beautiful new tits bounced energetically as she humped him, savoring the feeling of his manhood inside her. There was no doubt that Bill knew exactly how to keep her happy.

“Here you go, darling,” Paige said, handing Bill his Old Fashioned as she sat down on the couch next to him. She settled herself gently, arranging her coat so it was open in front, allowing Bill a good look at her body. She sat far enough away to not be intrusive; there were times when Bill just wanted to sit and think, and it was important not to make his life any more stressful than it already was by demanding his attention. Bill was a powerful, important man, and had many obligations besides her.

But at the same time she wanted to be accessible, in case Bill needed her attention. So she made sure the coat lay open in front, exposing her voluptuous body, its curves barely contained by the sleek silver dress she wore. Paige inhaled deeply, drawing the musky scent of the fur into her nose. She hoped Bill wanted her attention tonight.

She was in luck. After a sip of his drink, Bill turned to her. “Thanks, honey. You know, I could really use a blowjob right about now.”

“Of course,” Paige replied, her face breaking into a grin. Smoothly but quickly, she slid off the couch, settling herself on her knees between Bill’s spread legs. She deftly unzipped his slacks and pulled out his rapidly-stiffening cock. It was, as always, gorgeous. She paused, staring at it in wonder for a moment, before leaning forward to take its meaty length into her mouth.

Bill let out a long, low groan as she began to suck. “Oh, that’s wonderful, honey,” he moaned. “You’re a real treasure.” Paige beamed at his words. A treasure! She felt her pussy spasm as she thought about how wonderful it was to be so valuable. She tickled the underside of his shaft with her tongue as she pumped her head up and down his shaft, while her hands gripped the base of his cock.

Paige groaned as she felt Bill’s hands come to rest on her head. “That’s it,” he groaned. Paige whined softly as as he guided her up and down his manhood. She loved to suck Bill off—it was a joy to do anything that pleased him—but tonight she desperately needed him inside her. Still sucking his cock, she reached one hand down to stroke the white bandage covering her pussy.

Bill had picked her up in the limo at lunchtime. Paige hadn’t bothered to ask where they were going. If it was important for her to know, Bill would tell her. Otherwise, there was no reason to ask, and certainly no need to bother Bill. So she’d sat back, making herself comfortable in her white fur coat, and listening as Bill talked about his day, making occasional sympathetic noises.

She’d been surprised when the limo had stopped in the middle of one of the city’s seedier neighborhoods, and even more surprised when Bill had ushered her into a run-down store boasting a wide array of garish, multicolored drawings in the front window. The man behind the desk inside was dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt and faded jeans and sported a large silver ring in his left ear, but he greeted Bill familiarly. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Sinclair. What can I do for you this time?”

“The same,” Bill replied before Paige could wonder what was being discussed. With a quick nod, the man walked through a door in the back wall, and Bill gently but firmly guided Paige through the door after him.

The room beyond was just big enough to hold a dentist’s chair, a stool, and a small table. Arrayed on the table were an assortment of needles, bottles, and implements whose function Paige could only guess at. The walls were covered with photographs of artwork. “Take off your coat and have a seat,” the man said, gesturing to the dentist’s chair.

Nervously, Paige took off her coat. Though she was wearing a rather nice red dress, she felt almost naked without the coat’s protective warmth. Bill took the coat from her as she sat down in the chair, leaning back and wondering what was going on. She took a closer look at one of the photos on the wall, and realized the drawing had been done on a person’s skin. In fact, all the photos were of tattoos. This was a tattoo parlor! “Bill...” she said, her voice rising in panic. “Wh-what...”

Bill leaned close. “Shhh,” he admonished, placing a finger across her lips. He pulled her head and shoulders up with one hand while using the other to tuck the coat in behind her. Paige felt herself relax a little as she fell back into the soft fur of the coat. “Now, then,” Bill said softly, “Do you trust me?”

Her lips tight, Paige nodded affirmatively.

“Will you do what I say?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered as the sweet aroma of the fur penetrated her consciousness. It was important to do what Bill said. She wanted Bill to be happy, and she’d do whatever she could to make him happy.

“Good girl,” Bill replied, kissing her lightly. “Now pull up your skirt and spread your legs. Paige complied wordlessly, exposing her bare pussy to this stranger. Do what Bill says. Bill smiled and kissed her again before moving away to take to the man.

They spent several minutes discussing design and placement, Bill pointing to her crotch and describing what he wanted. When they’d come to an agreement, the artist turned to Paige. “Is that okay with you, miss?”

Paige swallowed nervously. “Whatever Bill wants,” she said, trembling. The man nodded once and turned to the table, where he started working with the instruments. It was as though he hadn’t really expected her to say anything different.

Bill stood next to her and held her hand as the artist began to work, running an electric razor over her pussy (even though she’d shaved it only four hours earlier. He spent perhaps half an hour drawing with some sort of pen on her pussy, while Paige struggled to remain still. Bill stroked her hair gently as he watched.

And then the needles started. Paige yelped at the first stab of pain. Bill knelt beside her and began whispering into her ear. “Be calm, honey. There’s a good girl. I’m so proud of you for being so brave. You’re making me very happy, honey.” Paige swallowed and tried to lie back as far as she could while the artist kept poking needles into her crotch. She gripped Bill’s hand tightly while trying to burrow her upper body into the soft white fur of the coat.

It lasted an hour. Paige found herself panting in relief as the artist put the needles and ink away and placed a bandage between her legs. “Same rules as before,” the man told Bill as Bill thrust a large wad of bills into his hand. Bill helped Paige to her feet and escorted her back to the limo.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” he said once the car had started again. “You were very brave, but you did what you were told. And you deserve a reward.”

With that, Bill had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Paige had eagerly clambered to the floor of the car and taken him into her mouth. The residual pain of the needles in her crotch had been drowned out by the sheer joy of pleasuring Bill.

A pleasure she was experiencing again this evening. It felt indescribably good to have Bill’s tool in her mouth, to run her tongue along its veined underside, to suck at its swollen purple bulb. But she wanted more. She began rubbing the bandage, feeling her erect clitoris through the soft cotton.

“So,” Bill remarked, looking down at her. “you’re getting tired of that thing?” There was a big grin on his face. His cock still in her mouth, Paige looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. Bill chuckled. “Well, the man said it had to stay on for twelve hours, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take it off now. Get up here and spread your legs for me.”

Paige squealed with delight, letting Bill’s cock slide out of her mouth and clambering eagerly up onto the couch. She sat down facing Bill and spread her sleek legs as wide as she could, exposing her bandaged crotch. Delicately, Bill reached down and pulled at the surgical tape, lifting the white cloth away and exposing her moist pussy.

Paige looked down in wonder, seeing the tattoo for the first time. It was exquisitely done, with letters in a soft, flowing script, and it was amazingly legible considering what a small space the artist had had to work with. The tattoo covered her mons, with a single word appearing vertically on each side of her pussy. Paige read them aloud in a voice filled with reverent awe. “Bill’s Bimbo.”

“Oh, I love it!” she shrieked with glee. She felt wonderful. To think that a powerful, important man like Bill liked her so much that he would have his name permanently marked on her—it was simply overwhelming. She felt so treasured, like a work of art. Like a silver trophy engraved with the name of its owner. It felt so wonderful to belong to Bill. She looked up at him, tears of joy in her eyes. “Thank you so much...”

Bill silenced her with a kiss, and she pressed her body into his, wrapping her fur-clad arms around him. “Do me...” she moaned when their lips parted. “Please...” Bill shifted his body and entered her, his wonderful wand sliding into her dripping snatch. Paige had her first orgasm at his mere entry.

Fifteen minutes later he came, spurting powerfully into her. Paige shrieked through another in a seemingly endless series of orgasms, wordlessly thanking Bill for choosing her to be his bimbo.

Paige sighed in contentment as Bill played idly with her breast. The shimmering white strapless evening dress had been pulled down off her chest, exposing her round, firm tits to his hands. She snuggled against him, rubbing the soft white fur of the coat against her face, letting its aroma drift into her nostrils.

It was so pleasant to be here with Bill, just relaxing while he rubbed her boobs. She loved the sex, of course, whether Bill’s cock was filling her pussy or her mouth. But there was something magical about moments like this, when she sat still and let Bill idly fondle her body. She loved the idea of just being there as a plaything for Bill, a toy for him to play with while he thought his important thoughts.

She felt his free hand stroking her hair, and purred happily. The limo had come for her this afternoon, picking her up at her apartment and whisking her to the downtown salon that Bill always had her use. An appointment had been made for her, and the stylists had apparently already been instructed as to exactly what sort of treatment she was supposed to receive. So she’d sat quietly back and let them do their job. Afterward, she’d looked in the mirror and been amazed. Her hair had been bleached, and the honey-blond color had been replaced by a bright platinum shade. It had also been elegantly styled—a pile of lustrous tresses cascaded down her back, stopping below her shoulder blades.

The limo had driven her home, where she’d changed into the thin white dress, and then taken her downtown to meet Bill at a five-star restaurant. There they’d enjoyed a long dinner. As usual, Paige had gotten the lion’s share of the attention from the men in the restaurant, and she’d reveled in it. She’d made it very clear, though, that she had eyes only for Bill. It was important to look like a goddess, but she had to let everyone know that she belonged to Bill.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, honey,” Bill said as the limo came to a stop. Paige sat up and looked around, pulling the dress back up over her boobs as Bill got out. She had just gotten her bountiful cleavage fixed when Bill helped her out of the car, guiding her up onto the sidewalk. Only after the limo had sped away did she realize that they weren’t at Bill’s apartment.

“B-but... this is my place,” she stammered. “We can’t stay here.” It wasn’t her real apartment, of course; it was the trick pad, the elegant downtown place that she and Nicole used to entertain johns.

“That’s the surprise, honey,” Bill said, kissing her on the cheek. “I’ve decided that you’re going to live here from now on.”

“B-but...” Paige began.

“Shush, Paige. You’re a gorgeous woman. A work of art.” Paige felt a tiny tremor run through her body. Yes, she was. “And a classy babe like you doesn’t belong in a tiny student apartment uptown. You belong here, where the whole city can see you. I want my treasure to be on display for everyone.”

Paige moaned, her knees buckling as they always did when Bill talked about her as an art object. “But N-Nicole...”

Bill smiled. “Don’t worry about Nicole. Now come on.” Paige allowed him to lead her through the front door and past the doorman, who smiled at him and nodded. She remained silent but fearful in the elevator. Nicole had an appointment tonight. She’d likely be here with her john right now. Paige couldn’t let Bill do this.

The elevator stopped and opened, and Bill led her to the door of the apartment. “Bill...” Paige pleaded, marshaling all her strength for one last try. “Nicole is in there...”

“I know, honey,” Bill replied, smiling as he opened the unlocked door. Stunned, Paige allowed him to pull her inside.

“Jimmy!” The shriek came from Nicole, who race out of the living room and across the foyer to throw herself at Bill. “Oh, Jimmy!” she gushed, kissing him passionately.

Paige’s jaw dropped as she took in the scene. “J-Jimmy?”