The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I was waiting with a cold soda for Sally when she arrived. She had never been one to turn down a free drink, even when she was angry, so she naturally accepted. I escorted her to the couch, and we sat down.

“You sounded like you really needed to talk to someone.” I said. “I’m here.”

“It’s...I...I just...” she stammered, self-restraint born of terror battling with her writer’s urge to express herself. “You remember ‘Half Alive?’” she asked, referring to a story she had written which was unusually angst-ridden for her. I nodded. “That was...me.”

“One of your fantasies?” I asked.

“It actually happened up until the point where I asked Randi out.” She blushed, then. “I mean Sandi...” I understood the slip. And, surprisingly enough, there was only one Randi at our school.

“After that it was wishful thinking.” I supplied. She nodded, ashamed. Tears began to leak down her cheeks. “Don’t cry, Sally.” I said, putting an arm around her. “Look at it this way, you’re lucky to be a bisexual girl—they’re more accepted in our society than bisexual men.” She gave me a strange look. “In fact, having a pair of functionally bisexual women in bed is pretty much every guy’s secret fantasy.”

“My dad would axe-murder me if he found out.”

“Who says he has to?” I asked. “Hold out your hand.” She complied, her face puzzled and questioning. Her eyes widened as I laid the Pen in her hand. I grabbed a pad of paper, opened it to a blank page, and handed it to her. “It’s in your hands, Sally.” I said. She blanched, her mind boggling at the possibilities...and the responsibility. She shook her head, handing back the Pen.

“It’s too much responsibility.” she said.

“I understand.” I replied, pocketing the Pen. “Would you like to see her?”

“Huh?”

“She’s on the Varsity cheerleading squad.” I reminded her.

“Randi? Oh my gosh, I never made the connection!” She followed me up to my room. When she caught sight of Randi, wrapped in a towel and awaiting her turn before the camera, I could see the flush begin, covering her face, neck and even breasts. I could smell her, too. I called Randi over. She complied without hesitation. A few whispered suggestions in my towel-clad mind thrall’s ear and Randi was smilingly escorting Sally to one of the guest rooms.

“Save some film for Randi when she gets back.” I said.

“Yes, Master.” Becky replied.

After a few minutes of nothing but silence in the guest room (Okay, I’ll admit it, I was eavesdropping), I decided I needed to take matters into my own hands. I took up the pen and grabbed a pad from one of my drawers and began to write.

Before she even knew what she was saying, Sally had given her nude charge the command to go down on her. Randi obediently unfastened Sally’s pants and pulled them and her panties down simultaneously. She leaned in close and began to lap at the treasure before her with wild abandon. Sally had written about the pleasure of cunningulus before, but had never experienced it. It was mind-blowing! She moaned loudly as her mind swam in pleasure, leaning back against the edge of the guest-room bed. Whether this experience was the work of the Pen or not she hadn’t a clue. It was far too difficult to think around the ecstasy. By the third orgasm, she realized she hadn’t told Randi to stop, but in the grip of her randy servant’s treatment, she could only moan in passion. She reached to her chest, tweaking her nipples as orgasm after orgasm rocked her inexperienced body. Randi ceased her oral assault only when Sally had fallen asleep. She could bring no pleasure to a sleeping Mistress. She knelt submissively, awaiting Sally’s next command. At length, when Sally finally awoke, she joined Randi on the floor and kissed her with all her awakened passion. Reaching down with her right hand, she caressed the clitoris of her young pet, drawing appreciative moans from her. She kissed down Randi’s neck, to her breasts, and began suckling on her nipples. Looking up at the young cheerleader, she withdrew her fingers and transferred them to her mouth. She couldn’t believe how good it tasted! She moved her mouth down to Randi’s cunt and began to lick just as Randi had been licking earlier. Her fingers migrated to her own hole and began to slide over her folds. As Randi had her first orgasm of the evening, Sally realized she wanted something more than just her fingers. As she continued to lap passionately at the pussy before her, she searched herself and discovered that what she wanted was something big and thick and hard.

I had a major wood by this time and I got up and went to check on Sally and Randi. I had let the story begin to flow from my own desires instead of what I knew Sally needed. I opened the door slowly, to find that Randi was still lapping at Sally’s vagina. Okay, sometimes I write faster than people can act. I smiled, taking a place in the open closet to watch the show. Taking my pants and shorts off, I began to stroke myself. I watched for over fifteen minutes as Randi knelt submissively between Sally’s legs. I watched as Sally awoke and began to return the favor. I watched as she reached back, beginning to frig herself. I listened to her moan with need even as Randi began to gasp in orgasmic pleasure. I approached Sally from behind, removing her fingers and inserting my penis. Sally’s moans became those of pleasure as I slid into her, my Pen-enhanced penis sliding easily in her well-lubricated hole. Her toes curled, her hands started trying to pull up the carpet, her licking increased in intensity. She passed out from a particularly powerful orgasm as I blasted into her. Randi was to close to coming to be comfortable, so I laid Sally on her back and approached the highly-aroused young thrall with a stiffening penis. She looked submissively up at me, obviously still able to remember that I was still her Master. I placed Randi on her back and slid inside her. I covered her mouth with mine so she couldn’t cry out. She wept with joy as I screwed her brains out, somehow managing to hold back until I could tell she was about to lose consciousness herself. The sensation of my come inside her drove her over the edge, and her body went rigid, then limp. I reclaimed my clothes and picked up Sally and Randi. Looking to make sure Mom’s door was closed, I carried them both to my room.

“You’re just in time, Master.” Becky said. “We were just getting ready to start the hardcore stuff.” I smiled, already ready for more.

I awoke feeling my penis in someone’s mouth. I looked down between my legs and found Sally there, suckling me to erection. When I was hard, she moved her head back and disengaged her mouth with an audible pop.

“Thank you for helping me when I needed it.” she said, crawling forward. “I admit I never thought about doing it with you, but now...” She laid her head on my chest, fondling me. “I don’t think I’ll ever want any other man.”

“Didn’t mean to spoil you.” I quipped, running my fingers through her hair.

“Well you did.” she replied, looking up at me. “And I want more.” I took hold of her hips and supported her while she guided herself onto me. We were both struggling to keep quiet. Sally was squeezing with her nether muscles, driving a variety of sensations through my shaft. As she rode me like a madwoman, I thought back to all the fantasies I’d had about her. Fantasies about holding her, cuddling with her, caressing her. All were tame next to the reality of having her, of fountaining inside her.

Speaking of which...

She went limp against me, her eyes half-open as she came down from her high. She ran her hands over my muscles.

“You did this with the Pen, didn’t you?” she asked. “I don’t remember you being so...mmmmmmmmmm.” She rubbed her head up under my chin, like a cat demanding affection.

“Well, what good is a reality-altering pen if you can’t get yourself a little something?” I asked. She chuckled.

“It’s probably one of the few things you got yourself on purpose.” Sally said. I glanced over at my sleeping harem, lying on their towels, scattered on the floor, and smiled. My life had become every uninformed teenager’s sex fantasy, but carried enough responsibility to drive home the fact that this was real. I caught sight of the clock. I had less than an hour before I would have to get up. I reached over to the nightstand and slowly, quietly, began to open my mail. I had a letter from Grandma asking what I wanted for Christmas, a bank statement from my savings account, stating that I had gotten six dollars and fifty-one cents interest on my account, and...

I froze, staring. According to this, my father had been investing money in my name since 1995, now worth about two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I ran some figures through my head. The most the F.D.I.C. would insure was a hundred thousand dollars, so I would have to get three accounts, or two and put the remaining fifty grand in my savings or checking account. Interest rates at the local banks ran from three to six percent quarterly, which meant three to six thousand dollars per payment...or one to two thousand a month each. I had already sent in my tax form, so I wouldn’t have to worry about including that on my taxes this year. That was something to be thankful for, at any rate. I wasn’t sure if the lot of us could live on two to four thousand dollars a month, but the money would definitely help. I smiled, figuring I just might be able to pull this off after all.