The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Shop of Unearthly Delights

Episode 1: Gainful Employment

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A gasp. A pant. A cry of pleasure.

She moved with a grace he’d never thought possible. Every small motion in her body excited deeper desire in him. He felt her warm wetness enveloping his cock, the fluid motions of her pussy sliding up and down his rigid shaft.

He barely moved. She was above him. Her beautiful tits bounced just above his head. He lifted his face, opened his mouth, and took a nipple into it. His teeth lightly brushed her flesh and his tongue flicked at the dark nipple.

She moaned and grabbed the back of his head with one hand, pulling him closer to her breast, keeping him locked against her nipple. He was in heaven.

He felt the pressure building in him, and let it all out. He spurted into her pussy, and she suddenly let go of him, arched her back, and let out a scream of pure ecstasy to the heavens.

This is perfect. He could die happy in this bed.

So he did.

When she left, nothing breathed in the house save for the calmly sleeping dog and a few bugs scurrying in the corners and crawlspaces. She headed out the front door, his warm cum still oozing down her inner thigh. His family would find him, and people would assume he died of a heart attack while jerking off. An embarrassing death to be sure, but nothing sinister or suspect.

As she got her car, she turned on her phone.

It was time to find another morsel.

* * *

“So why do you want this job?” the old man across the desk asked.

Because I need money, Travis thought. Out loud, he said “I’ve always been interested in this sort of stuff.”

Mr. Maroney adjusted his glasses. Truthfully, Travis couldn’t tell how old the shopkeeper was. The man’s hair was snow white with a bolding patch at the top of his dome, but there were very few wrinkles on his face. In fact, his face looked oddly young compared to his hair and especially his clothes. Travis had never seen a man actually wearing a bowtie before, much less a baby blue one that contrasted a white button down shirt and a dark green / puke yellow sweatervest. It was like being interviewed by a cartoon character.

“Define ‘this sort of stuff,’” Mr. Maroney said.

Travis fidgeted in the chair. It was surprisingly comfortable for an antique. Beautifully carved wood and soft leather cushions. And here Travis hadn’t even bothered ironing his dress shirt or pants for this interview.

“Um,” the 24-year old said. Truth be told, he’d never heard of this shop before. He was just desperate for a job and answered a Craigslist ad. “You know, curios and… magic things.”

It was some new age magic shop or something. Though “new age” might be too generous; The Shop of Unearthly Delights seemed positively ancient. Old wooden walls and floors, dusty jars of whatchamacallits and a stale musky smell (tinged, oddly enough, with a whiff of peppermint). Travis didn’t know places like this existed.

Mr. Maroney grinned. “How far in debt are you?”

Travis blinked. “Sorry?”

“Young man your age? College grad if I ever saw one. You got loans to pay off, don’t you?”

Travis nodded.

“I thought so,” Mr. Maroney leaned back in his chair. “Son, business is slow and doesn’t pay much, but I can promise you that if you do a good job here, you’ll be set, possibly for life.”

“So does that mean…?”

Mr. Mahoney nodded. “I’d like to hire you.”

There was silence. “Thanks,” Travis said carefully. “But you only asked me like two questions?”

“There are some things a man doesn’t need to ask,” Mr. Maroney said sagely.

Travis didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Anyway, here’s your paperwork,” Mr. Maroney said, producing a small stack of papers from somewhere beneath his desk.

“You just had those at hand already?” Travis asked.

“Of course not,” the old man replied, standing. “That would be ridiculous. Now please fill out those forms while I go take that ad off Craigslist.” With that, the strange shopkeeper exited the back office.

Weird that he doesn’t have a computer in his office, Travis thought to himself as he started filling out forms. Mostly they were standard job forms about his information and taxes. Though there was one weird form asking if he’d ever had encountered with various supernatural creatures, ranging from ghosts to vampires to aliens. Travis briefly considered making up a story about being abducted and probed, but decided that was just done to death.

Once Travis had finished his paperwork, he decided to go look for Mr. Maroney. He left the little office in the back of the store and headed out into what he guessed he’d term the sales floor. Mr. Maroney was at the register ringing up various bottles of whatever-the-hells for a bespectacled young man wearing an anime t-shirt. Travis didn’t recognize the anime in question; he hadn’t really watched that stuff in a while.

The young man paid for his mysterious bottles and headed out the door. “Socially maladjusted young men are a great source of business for this industry,” Mr. Maroney observed when he and Travis were alone in the shop. “Just be sure to keep an eye on them. They can go a bit crazy sometimes.”

“...Yeah,” Travis said. “I finished the paperwork.”

“Oh, good, good,” Mr. Maroney said, taking the papers from him. “Let me see... yes, this seems to be in order.”

“You barely looked at it.”

“My dear boy, I barely look at everything.”

Once again, Travis found himself unsure of how to respond.

“Can you start tomorrow?” Mr. Maroney asked.

“Uh, sure.”

“Great.” The old shopkeeper grinned at Travis. “See you then.”

* * *

Travis had been working at the Shop of Unearthly Delights for about three weeks when Mr. Maroney suddenly walked out of the back office in the middle office and announced that he needed to avert a magical apocalypse and thus would be back in about an hour.

“Alright,” Travis said, not even looking up from his phone. This girl looked cute. Swipe right. This girl was also cute, but her description was blank, so she was probably a spambot. Swipe left.

A second or two later, Travis’ mind finished processing what Mr. Maroney had just said. “Wait, what?” He asked.

Mr. Maroney stopped in front of the door and flashed a toothy grin at Travis. “Happens at least once a month. Don’t worry, this is a pretty basic one. Someone accidentally started a plague of zombie sluts. I’ll have it all sorted out in a jiffy. Mind the shop while I’m gone!”

He left before Travis had had a chance to ask him what the fuck he was talking about.

Had to have heard that wrong, he thought to himself. Zombie sluts?

The Shop of Unearthly Delights was slow on the best of days. Travis just leaned on the counter and continued swiping. Right. Right. Right. Ew, left. Right. Left. Right. Right. Ri—holy shit, a match.

He took a second look at the girl he’d just matched with. She was black with a big pair of glasses and wore her hair in short dreads. Her profile talked about a love of horror movies. And apparently she liked white guys. Travis was liking her already.

A quick glance at the door confirmed that no one seemed interested in coming into the shop, so Travis’ fingers went to the message box. Then they stopped. Would it be too weird to immediately message her after matching? Would that come across at desperate?

Travis wished he had more experience with this sort of thing.

Ultimately, he decided to wait a bit before messaging her, and so set about playing dumb little time-killing games on his phone to dull the boredom of the slowest shop in the universe. It was about 20 minutes before he finally felt comfortable enough to message the girl (whose name, he recalled to check, was Cindy).

Hey. Have you ever seen Scream?

It was the first thing that came to his mind. He immediately regretted it, and went back to games to distract himself from the fact that she was probably never going to message him back.

To his surprise, Travis received a notification a moment later.

Hell yeah. It’s one of my favorites!

Well shit, maybe he hadn’t fucked up after all.

Mine too! So how are you doing?

I’m doing fine. You?

At work and bored out of my mind.

Aaww lol Where do you work?

A little new agey shop. I don’t really get most of what we sell XD

Ooh cool Like crystals and stuff?

Travis was about to reply, but the sound of the front bell brought him back to the real world. He looked up at the front of the store as he slipped his phone into his pocket and put on his “I’m happy to help you and don’t want to kill myself” smile. “Welcome,” he said.

“Hey,” the woman who’d walked in said back. She was a gothy-looking one. Pale skin, black hair with some red highlights, and wearing fishnets stockings, boots that went up to her knees, a dark purple skirt, and a black shirt with spider-web patterns beneath an open black hooded jacket. Travis couldn’t help but notice how her mascara made her icy blue eyes pop, and he pretended not to notice the generous cleavage that her low cut top revealed.

He’d have probably swiped right if her profile had come up, that was for sure.

“Can I help you with anything?” Travis asked, foolishly pretending that he had more than cursory knowledge of anything in this damn store.

“Nah,” she said, and Travis relaxed. “I’m just looking around. Seeing if you got any cool shit.”

“K,” Travis said. He couldn’t really go back to his phone with a customer in the store. That wouldn’t look professional.

The girl walked around the store, tapping on doodads, occasionally picking up a thingamabob and studying it before putting it back down. Eventually, she arrived at the potions.

“What’s this,” she asked, picking up a bottle of some kind of sparkling blue liquid. “It says ‘Servis Luxuriarum’ on it?”

Travis shrugged. “To be honest, I haven’t been here very long and the manager is out.”

The girl uncorked the bottle and sniffed it. Then she sniffed it again, more deeply. “It smells good,” she said. “Reeeaaally good.” She shook a bit, as if waking up. “Is this a drink or something?”

“Probably a tonic to increase vigor or something,” Travis said, just barely keeping from adding “and probably also bullshit.”

She sniffed it again, and then she took a sip.

That was alarming. Travis moved out from behind the counter. “Hey! You probably shouldn’t—”

But it was too late. Her eyes seemed to glaze over, and she started drinking down the potion.

As Travis rushed toward her, she dropped the now empty bottle (though luckily it didn’t shatter) and crumpled to the floor. Travis was at her side an instant later, on his knees shaking her.

“Wake up!” he shouted. “Shit! Fuck! Wake up! Come on!”

Slowly, her eyes drifted open. It was as if she were coming out of a peaceful sleep. She idly reached a hand up and brushed some black hair from her blue eyes, and looked lazily at Travis. Immediately, a big contented smile broke out on her face.

“Master...” she purred.

Everything seemed to go quiet and still.

“Um,” Travis said. “Huh?”

“Master,” she repeated. Her voice sounded slightly more confident and less sleepy. “You are my master.”

Travis looked around on the off-chance he’d see a camera crew nearby. None seemed to be present. “You, uh, must’ve hit your head pretty bad,” he said.

She shook her head and climbed out of his arms. She assumed a kneeling position and looked him in the eye. “No,” she said. “You’re my master now. I serve you and I will always serve you. It’s my purpose.”

This was too damn weird. “The fuck are you talking about?”

The girl shook her head. “I don’t know, but... I mean, I know that you’re my master. I’ve been never been more sure of anything in my life. I can’t really explain it. I just... I know, you know?”

Travis did not know. He stood up, and she did the same. Slowly, he walked over to the counter. “This is a joke,” he said.

“No.” It was a simple word. A single sentence Travis had heard countless times over his life. But this girl said it with such conviction, such surety. Travis could almost believe he was her master just from the way she said it.

“OK,” he said. “If I’m you’re master, what does that mean?”

“That I need to serve and please you,” the girl said. “Do whatever you tell me, make you happy, that sort of thing.”

“Jump on one foot while touching your nose,” Travis said suddenly.

“What?”

“Jump on one foot while touching your nose,” he repeated. “You said you’d do whatever I told you.”

She paused, then nodded. “Does it matter which foot?”

Travis considered this. “Not really,” he told her.

So the girl started hopping up and down on one foot while touching her nose. She did it matter-of-factly, with not even a hint of embarrassment.

“Uh, OK, stop,” Travis said. She did. This was getting weirder by the minute. “Um. Tell me your most embarrassing secret.”

She didn’t even hesitate. “I’ve masturbated to My Little Pony porn. Twice.”

Travis could only stare. This time, the girl did blush. He blinked, and imagined her sitting in front of a computer, one hand grasping her tit, another rubbing between her legs...

“That’s... OK.” Travis said. “But... no. I don’t believe this. You gotta be messing with me. I need to think of something no one would do.” He snapped his fingers. “Take your top off!”

Her arms went up, but she hesitated and looked at him. Here we go, Travis thought. Now I’ve called your bluff.

“Including or not including my bra, master?”

Travis blinked. He wasn’t expecting her to ask him anything like that. “Bra off,” he said carefully, wondering if this was some kind of trap.

She nodded, and pulled her jacket off, letting it fall in a heap to the floor behind her. He could see a couple of cutesy cartoon bats tattooed on the upper part of her left arm, seeming to fly up in a crowd from her elbow to surround a thorn-covered heart on her shoulder. And then she pulled her shirt off. It joined the jacket on the floor.

Travis briefly admired the way her simple black bra hugged her breasts before that too fell to the floor, and the girl stood there in the middle of the shop, completely topless, smiling sheepishly at him.

His eyes soaked her in. Her skin was pale and smooth, and she had a bit of weight on her. He couldn’t describe her as fat or overweight, but curvy seemed the right word. A bit of a tummy, and some definite love handles, but still quite shapely. Her boobs were big and her somewhat large and dark areolas, with her cute little nipples in the center, seemed to point at the ground directly in front of her.

“Do you... like it?” the girl asked.

“Um, yeah, I...” Travis’ voice trailed off. “What did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t. It’s Beth.”

“Beth,” Travis repeated. “I’m Travis.”

“Master Travis,” Beth said.

Travis felt like he was starting to believe her now. “Pick up your clothes,” he said. “Bring them to me.”

She did so, and he took them from her hands and put them under the counter. “Come around to this side.”

Beth walked around the counter and stood before Travis. She was about a head shorter than him, and her cheeks were flushed red, and her blue eyes were looking up at him with nervousness and excitement.

“Are you fine with this?” Travis asked. “Being topless in a public store like this?”

“It’s strange,” Beth said. “I’m embarrassed. I’m afraid that someone will walk in. But I’m fine, too. I don’t mind. I’m actually kind of happy.”

“Happy?”

“Because I’m obeying you.”

Travis wasn’t sure what to say. He brought his hand to her cheek and looked at her face. It was a round face. A pretty face. Before he even realized what he was doing, he brought his lips down to hers and kissed her.

Beth kissed him back. Her lips parted. Their tongues danced and Travis brought his other hand up to cup her breast. Beth breathed into him, and he could feel his excitement rising, his dick hardening. Beth’s hands grasped him, he felt her pull him closer to her. For an instant, nothing else in the world existed but this beautiful woman before him.

Abruptly, Travis pulled back. “Follow me,” he said. Beth smiled and nodded.

The break room was a small room next to the manager’s office. It only really had a couch and an end table and a tv that only got two channels, so Travis didn’t spend much time there. Truth be told, he was pretty sure it was an extra room that Mr. Maroney hadn’t needed, so he’d thrown some random furniture in there and called it a break room.

But the couch was all that mattered to Travis now. He led Beth into the room and pushed her down onto the cushions. “Strip,” he commanded, as he started unzipping his pants.

Beth didn’t say a word, she only gave a big smile and started pulling her boots off. Her black panties went next, as did her skirt, and finally, slowly, she pulled off her stockings.

No sooner were they off than Travis was on top of her, completely nude himself. He kissed her roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and she enthusiastically responded in kind. He broke off to kiss her cheek and her neck and her chest, and grabbed her tit and kissed and sucked and nibbled on her nipple. Beth moaned, her hands clutching his back.

“Master...” she purred.

Travis could feel one of her hands sliding down his body, snaking its way down his back and side and front to his hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and gently massaged it as he played with her amazing tits.

“Master,” she repeated, almost out of breath, sounding dazed. “Master, I am your slave. I exist for your pleasure.”

Travis let go of her breasts and pushed himself back a bit. He brought one of his own hands down to his cock and let Beth guide him into her.

She was so wet. So hot. It felt like being engulfed in soft warmth. Travis thrust forward even as he brought his face to hers and kissed her again.

Beth held him as closely as possible, giving in turn every kiss and thrust her himself gave. Time seemed to stand still as they enjoyed the pleasures of each other’s bodies.

“Master!” Beth cried into his mouth suddenly. She raised her head and her eyes rolled back as she gasped, and Travis could feel her contracting and quivering all around him.

“Cum for me, pet,” he growled, and felt his own orgasm coming on. He pulled out just in time, and sprayed his white cum all over her stomach.

“Master...” Beth breathed. She seemed to be coming down from her orgasm. “Thank you.”

Travis couldn’t help but smile. He kissed her again.

Maybe he was her master, after all. He could certainly get used to this.

They lay together on the couch, catching their breaths, occasionally kissing or nuzzling one another. And then an all too familiar voice came from the doorway.

“You know, Travis,” Mr. Maroney said. “If you’re going to fuck the customers, at least close the door first.”