The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 6. Another Unveiling

The big box was standing in the master bedroom and I could hear rustling inside it as I approached. I got a firm picture in my mind of what Samantha looked like before she left a week or so ago. Ever since I first met her as Miss Pink, she reminded me of someone and it took a while for that niggling thought to break out. She reminded me a little of Olivia Wilde in her role on the TV show ‘House MD’. Not a spitting image, but one of those resemblances where there is some scene or some movement they make that reminds you so strongly of the other person.

Once I noticed the resemblance, I looked up Ms. Wilde and began to figure out why she reminded me so much of Samantha. They both had a slight ‘mannish’ look to them, especially the strong jawline, but both sometimes had very soft look. Both could affect the ‘serious ball-breaker’ look, or a ‘sweet, shy young woman at the cusp of maturity’ look equally easily.

My imagination had been running rampant the last few days trying to guess what Daisy and Samantha would have come up with, no matter how hard I tried to tamp it down. The soft giggling I heard coming from the box did not help.

I pulled apart the big red bow, and pivoted the oversized lid out of the way only to be greeted with a big pile of tissue paper and balloons! Luckily for me, some of them were helium and floated up and out of the way, but I still had to slog through an annoying pile of stuff to get to what appeared to be a giggling mummy.

I scooped up the wriggling bundle and plopped it on the bed, where it promptly rolled face down, still squirming and giggling. I began to open the wraps at her feet to help build the drama. Her exposed toes were painted a nice shade of rose pink but otherwise did not reveal much. I continued to unwrap up her legs and enjoyed the slow reveal of her delightful calves, but they looked enough like the ones I was used to that I still had no real clues as to any change. They were more tanned, but not quite tan somehow? Maybe a bit firmer? Likewise, her thighs looked wonderful but not greatly different other than coloration.

Her ass revealed itself to me. It was firmly wrapped in a high-cut pair of white lace panties and was definitely different—tighter, rounder, tanner—actually, it was more of a... pale rosy olive? It looked lovely and I had to kiss and caress it, which made the still mostly wrapped package writhe and moan softly. With great force of will I avoided any more delicate areas (although they smelled wonderful!) and went back to unwrapping her lower back—now lightly muscled and silky soft. Her waist appeared tighter with a delightful flare to it (I have always like that part of a woman’s anatomy!) Sliding my hands along them, I reveled in the warm smoothness of her skin.

A few more rips revealed lightly muscled shoulders, her arms positioned under her. Another tear, and her neck was exposed, wrapped with a white lace choker or collar. I kissed it and nuzzled my nose in her dark hair that was in some sort of bun—darker than it used to be, I thought—as she squealed her delight, shoulders shaking as she laughed more musically than before. Another quick tear and she was laying face down in her wraps. Her hair looked like it was jet black compared to her original dark brunette, but I could not tell how long it was when it was up like this.

I repositioned myself to grab her hip and shoulders to roll her over, stroked her lightly to help signal my intentions, and pulled. She sat up, flipped over and flung her arms wide open, shouting ‘Surprise!”

I gasped, then started to laugh. ‘Somehow’ the girls learned of my ‘carefully hidden, deeply private’ interest in Asian models and had Samantha redone as a busty Japanese model! The biggest changes were her breasts, of course, having been probably a low-end B before and now were likely D’s, quite big for her size—they were still bouncing from the big reveal! The most noticeable changes to her face were the addition of epicanthic folds to her enlarged eyes to give her a more Eastern appearance, and that he jaw was much narrower—possibly her whole face was a bit more narrow or subtly reshaped somehow. She was exquisitely made up as well, which made it even harder to know exactly what was changed.

Samantha was never very tall—5′5, 5′6 or so—and looked like she may have been... a bit shorter, maybe? Her body was reshaped a little—more like what little fat she may have had was better distributed. As I looked at her, she gracefully stood up and came over to me, put her hands together, knelt, and looked into my eyes.

“Greetings, beloved Master. Is this one’s Transformation adequate?” Her voice was a bit higher as well as more musical, and she had a slight Oriental accent that made my already hard cock twitch—a fact she noticed and smiled at. Dear god! She looked and sounded a little like Mulan from the movie! A really sexy, really stacked Mulan! A little white make-up and a kimono, and she would be a perfect geisha. Ummm, geisha...I may have drooled a bit.

I shook my head to regain my control and senses. “Yes, little one, it is more than adequate. So, do you still go by Samantha Robbins?”

She looked puzzled. “Sam an tha rob bins, Master? This one does not know of anyone by this name.” I was a bit worried until I saw her smirking. I can play the game as long as I know there is a game being played.

“My mistake, little one. What is your name?”

“Risuna Komadori, my Master.”

What the hell? “Does your name mean anything, my pretty little slave?”

“One can take it to mean ‘she who listens to Japanese robins’, my Lord.” This was Samantha’s sense of humor. She once told me that her name meant ’listener’ in Hebrew, and of course, she switched Robbins to ‘robin’. I was willing to bet that she already had ID under this name. She had obviously worked out an alternative history for herself.

“Your name is as beautiful as you are. What shall I call you?”

“My Lord may use any name He wishes, but this one is called Dori by her American friends.” She was struggling to keep her eyes down and serious, but they kept flicking up and sparkling. I could not help it. I grabbed her under her arms and threw her back on the bed. She squealed as she bounced.

I quickly grabbed her legs and opened them wide, flipping them over my back as I made the acquaintance of her newly unfamiliar little pussy. She was lightly covered with a tuft of hair so soft and fine it was hard to see what color it was, above a rosy groove that hid her core. I kissed the smooth skin and loved feeling her jiggle and wiggle in response. I licked her with a pointy tongue to plow the furrow and tasted a hint of her flavors.

She sighed and relaxed, legs going limp and lips opening a bit to reveal juicy treasures to my questing lips and tongue. God, she tasted good and was so responsive! I must have brought her to half a dozen quick climaxes before she begged for mercy. I changed targets and played gently with her new breasts, delighting in their warmth and heft, and how her nipples and areolas puckered up so nicely. She in turn was stroking my cock with her new fingers. They felt smaller, more nimble, maybe even a bit cooler than they used to and it had me quivering with anticipation.

She rolled over and pushed me down, kissing me as she positioned her hips for her big moment. She nestled my cockhead in her wet valley and twitched some to get everything lined up. “Banzai!” She shouted as she thrust down, piercing her recently restored womanhood in one fell stroke. I let her rest for a moment, stroking her silky hair. She fucked me with energy, intensity, and devotion. She fucked me until I finally had to roll her off me to catch my breath.

“Banzai?”

She looked at me with adoring brown eyes. “It seemed more appropriate than Geronimo!” Laughing, I rolled her back on top of me and resumed the not-too arduous task of fucking the bejeezus out of her.

An hour or so later, we fell asleep in each others arms, sated and sweaty.