The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Michael; Fun with Suzi and Beth”

By The Hedonist God

Chapter 3: Saturday Night – Part I

My omnipotent friends Drake and Lara had just arrived. Suzi and Beth were still bound and gagged, staring off into space in a deep trance. And Beatrix was still standing frozen in her dominatrix outfit. We were enjoying drinks and catching up. It had been around 100 years since I’d seen either of them. There are very few of us, and we usually enjoy our solitude, but occasionally we come together for enjoyment of our human prey.

Drake looked good. He usually did. He was playing the part of a businessman, the same way I was playing the part of an intellectual. And Lara was dressed in her usual sexy entrepreneurial way. We had all experimented with the same sex as well as the opposite sex, and just as Drake and I had settled with women (because no two really are alike), Lara had sided with men. She was, however, flexible in ways that Drake and I preferred not to be. She didn’t mind that we were toying with two women. But she had come with entertainment of her own. Which was why Beth and Suzi’s husbands stood, naked, in the same kind of trance that their wives stood in. Lara had been enjoying them, I could see. She told me that she couldn’t stay for long – she merely enjoyed watching as Suzi and Beth had to watch her toy with their husbands before leaving with them. She also promised me that she’d return them back to their lives unchanged tomorrow – a project that looked rather elaborate, seeing as she had gutted them of all thought and turned them into moving puppets for her will. Even though it was fun to fuck a live mannequin, I preferred moving thinking (and even resisting!) women. But I respected Lara and her mannequin-fetish. The same way I respected Drake’s piercing and tattooing fetish. Our methods were different, and we respected each other enough to respect them. Which was why Drake and Lara wouldn’t violate my women. I, on the other hand, wouldn’t interfere had the gathering been at either one of their current domiciles. But it was time to start the show. I snapped my fingers.

Both women came out of their trances. They started moaning and pleading, even with the ball-gags in their mouths. I smiled as a maid replenished my glass of wine. “First, you will call me and Drake Master, and Lara Mistress. Don’t think about disobedience. You two girls are going to be the entertainment at this little party. Behave, and tomorrow, I give you my word that I’ll send you back to your husbands with very little alterations. Misbehave, and, well, I hate to sound dramatic, but Drake likes to punish women, so your lives are forfit.” I smiled at their astonished faces. They couldn’t hide any part of their anatomy. Lara admired their physicality. She looked at us and said “They’re almost as fine as their men.” She gestured at the two entranced men. Drake laughed as the women gasped to see their husbands. “They really are choice, Michael.” He stroked Beth’s breast while she watched him, terrified. “I should think about joining graduate school.” He was about to stroke her sex, when she quit literally jerked her body around in rage and screamed in muffled anger. I smiled. This was just the kind of response that the three of us had been waiting for. Poor Beth would have to be punished.

Lara gestured at her two men “You two. Come here and discipline this slut.” The two men nodded vacantly and murmured “Yes, Mistress.” Both walked over to Beth. Her own husband didn’t even realize what he was doing. Drake and I watched from the couch as Lara directed her slaves. Suzi gazed longingly at Chris, her husband, as he stood an inch away from her, looking off into space. Lara continued with her orders. “Get this bitch slick and horny. Both of you, at the same time, touch her pussy and stick your first two fingers in and out of it.” I smiled: Lara did love symmetry. Slowly, Beth started to get aroused, looking from man to man as both caressed her sex. I snapped my fingers and the ball-gag disappeared from Beth’s mouth. She turned to her husband immediately and said “Luke, please. Stop. Oh! Oh, yes! Please! Stop it. Let’s go home.” There was, predictably, no response from Luke. Lara said “Shut up, bitch!” Beth found herself answering before she even knew “Yes, mistress.” She was quiet.

Now for the punishment. “Spank her hard, slaves.” The two men complied, and soon, Beth was sobbing apologies and begging for them to stop. Suzi was just stunned at what had happened to her ordinary life. She found her cunt getting horny because of what was happening, which further confused her. I smiled, knowing that this was nothing to be afraid of – the real fear would come later for both women. In a little while, when we had all tired of watching Beth plead for mercy, Lara went to sit down, motioning for Luke and Chris to stop and stand beside Beatrix. It was Drake’s turn. I was guessing that body ornamentation would feature rather strongly. For starters, Drake waved his hand, and both women were wearing gold hoop earings that made them look extra slutty. Their gags were also gone. He walked up to Suzi and stroked her hairless cunt, and she, fearful that she’d get the disciplining that Beth did, said nothing. Drake smiled at her and said “I like your piercing.” She stammered out a “Th-Thank you, Master.” Her eyes grew shocked as her small nipple-ring became large and gold. He smiled at her and moved his hand to her other nipple. Instantly, an exact replica of her other piercing was on her other nipple – she was shocked and astounded. I smiled, and Lara raised her glass to me. But Drake wasn’t even finished with Suzi – he said “you seem to be quiet, so I’m sure you won’t mind this next thing, slave.” He waved his hand, and instantly, Suzi became aware of a metal object in her mouth. Her tongue had been pierced by a metal stud. I smiled. Drake always had loved doing that to women. It really brought home how the women were completely under his power – that he could alter them so subtly without them even opening their mouths. This particular stud was designed to impede speech slightly – but it was all in the service of a greater ‘oral experience.’ The next time Suzi sucked cock, the man whose cock she sucked would appreciate the metal stud (even if she didn’t!). Suzi hit the roof, pleading to all three of us (she was lisping because of the metal stud in her mouth) “Pleath, look . . . um . . . I’m marriedth and I have a child. I don’t want to thpend my life like thith – pleath, can’t you let uth go? We won’t thay anything. Pleath.” Drake waved his hand and her mouth closed by itself. Beth just watched in disbelief. Drake turned to me and said “Michael, it is your turn now, is it not?” I took a sip of my wine and said “I’m sensing that Lara would like to leave, so perhaps she could have her turn and then go. Lara laughed and instructed Luke and Chris to position themselves right behind the tied up women – Luke was behind Suzi and Chris was behind Beth. “Now, girls, you’re each going to be ass-fucked by the other’s husband. I do hope you enjoy it. You’ll find their cocks nice and lubbed up.” She snapped her fingers. The moaning and pleading of the two women as they were fucked up their asses was like music to our ears. I saw Suzi watching in agony as her husband fucked another woman – Beth, who had never been fucked in the ass at all, was too concerned with her own pain to realize what her husband was doing. Lara laughed and said “Enjoy it, men.” The men, instead of behaving like mindless drones, started to grope the women. Suzi and Beth began to really get workouts – their breasts were twisted and juggled, and their snatches pulled and invaded as their respective husbands pushed and gyrated inside their neighbours. But it still wasn’t enough for Lara, who smiled again and said “Girls, you’re both really hot. Let the men bring you to orgasm with their fingers. The groaning had taken on a different tone – both men and women had that desperate, half-muffled cry that is a beg for an orgasm. They were all ready. Lara snapped her fingers, and all four subjects exploded. In a little while, both women were sweaty and both men had cum inside the women. Lara smiled at both of us, and said “Well, I’m going to take my men home. They’ll be back tomorrow to their boring lives, with no memory.” We all knew this, but it was more for the effect of Suzi and Beth, who began to beg for their men. I silenced them. Soon, it was just Drake and me, and Luke and Chris had mutely followed Lara out the door.

I surveyed my playthings. They looked demoralized and beaten. I smiled. Academia was a harsh world, truly. But mine was harsher. Much harsher. And Suzi and Beth were only now beginning to realize what people like us could do to people like them. Drake smiled at me and looked at his watch – “Well, Michael. In order to decide which one I would like to take with me, perhaps we can revive our dominatrix.” I snapped my fingers, and the chains on the married women disappeared – although they still stood unable to move, displaying themselves in provocative positions. Fake smiles even appeared on their faces, even though it was clear that neither were smiling on the inside. Beatrix blinked, and started doing exactly what we wanted her too. She pulled out her riding crop, and flicked it lightly on the beautiful pert bottom of Suzi – whose eyes welled with tears from the pain. Neither woman said anything. They were helpless to watch as Beatrix fondled their anatomy. The girl found Beth’s slighly plump ass nice to fondle. Suzi was forced to give head while Beth humped Beatrix and appeared really horny – this wasn’t an illusion, both girls were so rammed up because of our powers that they would have fucked a parking meter if one had been available. I smiled at Beatrix, and said “We thought you would decide who gets to go home with Drake, and whom I get to spend the night with.”

For the next half hour, Beatrix instructed the women to pleasure her in various ways while Drake and I finished our wine, watching. Both women gave head to her, and both women had to stand and pose, smiling, while their most intimate parts were compared and analysed. Both women responded sweetly to every command (no matter how lewd) with a “Yes, Mistress.” and a sweet smile, as if they really enjoyed the kinky things we were making them do. Their wedding rings glittered on their fingers – a further element of mockery, especially since Beatrix would have them touch her cunt with their left hands, and have them bury their wedding rings deep inside her cunt. Occasionally, Beatrix would whip whoever was slowest to respond to her instructions lightly on the ass or the breasts. It was decided in the end that Suzi would go home with Drake and would be his to modify and torture – he’d bring her back in the morning the way he had left her, and I would decided whether the changes he had made would stay – while I contended myself with the more demure, soft, feminine Beth.