The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Toys for Tits

by Mudak

Corinne slowly walked through the front door of her sorority house. The sound of the conversation in the living room quickly died down as she shuffled to the table that had everyone’s mail. A couple of girls looked down and went out of their way not to say or do anything.

Samantha softly asked, “How’re you doing?”

Corinne grunted in response.

Once Corinne found her mail, she headed upstairs to her bedroom. Classes had been long and boring, but she couldn’t help but smile as rifled through her mail: the newest issue of Cosmo had come in.

Once she got settled into her room, she camped out on her bed and started to read the magazine.

As she was reading through the letters in the advice column, her eyes wandered slightly to the right, where a small ad caught her eye. It read:

Tired of PMS (Putting up with Men’s Shit)?

Come join No XY Net! The online community created by women, for women, and with women in mind!

This social networking site offers all of the pros of sites like Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter, with none of the cons (namely, men!)

Stop by to gripe about the men in your life, past and present. Or to discuss relationship advice. Or to get tips on makeup, books, food, sex, or anything else you might need.

Stop by today! www.NoXYNet.com

Corinne stared at this ad for what felt like an eternity. She finally looked up at her desk and saw the empty photo frame that, until about a week ago, contained a photo of her and Luke. That miserable fucking prick. She sighed.

If that frame hadn’t been a gift from her aunt, she would’ve tossed it when she tossed the picture of her and Luke at the zoo from a few months back. As it was, she felt a little guilty about breaking the glass in the frame when she pulled out the photo, over and above her anger and shame from the breakup.

Although Luke was probably the worst breakup she’d had, none of the guys before him were that much better. But guys like Luke, Alex, Fred, and the rest, they were just too damn addictive to give up.

What she needed was a place to vent, and she was tired of using her friends and sorority sisters as emotional sounding boards. She wanted to get back to a normal friendly banter with them, rather than abusing her sisters the way she had been. Is it any wonder they reacted to her coming home the way they did?

This website sounded like exactly what she needed.

The name was clever enough, she mused, although she wondered if people pronounced it “No X-Y Net” or if they pronounced it more like it was one word, noxynet, or something.

So she put the magazine down and booted up her computer. Once it was up and running, she launched her web browser and found her way over to the site advertised.

The screen that splashed in front of her was a dull pink with vivid wording. Across the bottom of the screen, she smiled as she saw the words “Community. Friendship. Sisterhood.”

Corinne sighed. Prominently displayed on the screen she saw the phrase, “Membership is free. Sign up today!” She looked around on the screen and saw that she couldn’t see what was really on this website without signing up first.

She glanced back over at the ad from her magazine and then at the computer screen again. “Why the fuck not,” she said out loud. The worst thing that could happen, is she doesn’t come back, right?

She clicked on the sign-up link. It asked for the usual information: her real name, her user name and password (which she had to enter twice), e-mail address, and date of birth (users had to be at least 18). Corinne mused that the relatively high age requirement was because there would undoubtedly be a lot of profanity and sex-related talk going on. Like so many other websites, this one also asked that she type in a word displayed with a twisted typography to avoid spam-bots.

Corinne paused for a minute before entering in the user name she wanted for this site. She wondered the user name she used for other social networking sites and web forums would go over well, here. When she couldn’t come up with a better user name than what she used everywhere else, she sighed and typed in ‘HippyChik’ as her user name.

She scrolled through the Terms of Service quickly without reading them, checked the box at the bottom of the screen, that said, ‘I agree’ and clicked ‘Continue.’

After a few seconds, a new screen came up, informing her that she would soon receive a confirmation e-mail. When the promised e-mail arrived a in almost no time, she clicked on the link and was greeted with a ‘Welcome’ screen. She was a little bit surprised by the request that she turn off her pop-up blockers, but figured that if she got bombarded with ads for different products and services, she could just as easily turn it back on.

Corinne began to update her profile. She had just updated her relationship status to be ‘between boyfriends’ when a window opened up on her screen with a chirping sound.

She diverted her eyes to this new pop-up window and it read ‘GuideFelicia wishes to chat with you.’

GuideFelicia’s first comment in this chat session was “Welcome to our little community, HippyChik! I’m a volunteer with NoXYNet. You just signed in for the first time during my shift, so I’d like to show you around a little bit. :giggle:”

Corinne sat in her chair, staring at the words that had just popped up in front of her.

She read and reread the message from GuideFelicia several times before she came to the conclusion that this wasn’t a fake message.

Corinne started to type a quick thank you message but couldn’t find the right words.

GuideFelicia must have noticed that Corinne was typing, stopping, and generally not saying anything, because after about a minute or so, Corinne received another instant message from this volunteer. The message this time read, “Do you mind if I ask how you found our little site? :)”

Corinne quickly typed “Saw your ad in Cosmo” and clicked on the ‘Send’ button.

There was a short pause before GuideFelicia wrote back. “I’m a Cosmo girl too. You might want to check out the Sex and Love forums on our site.”

Corinne chuckled. She had visions of a web board that was effectively no different from the advice column in the magazine. She started typing a response, but deleted it several times before she decided to ask, “What else is there? I’m kind of in between boyfriends right now and would rather not talk about that kind of stuff...”

GuideFelicia responded, “LOL. I understand. Depending on your mood, you might want to try either the ‘Men are pigs’ forums, or the ‘Satisfying yourself’ forums.”

Corinne responded by typing, “Thanx. Is everything here about sex, though?”

“Oh no!” GuideFelicia responded. After a somewhat longer pause, GuideFelicia added that “we talk about everything, from art, fashion, music, books, movies, sports, television, politics, gossip, and whatever else someone might want to talk about. The big thing is that we’ve got a strict no-men-allowed policy. So we can be freer to express ourselves. You know, no pretense about what we think guys might want to see and hear.”

Corinne scratched her head before typing back. “How do you know? I mean, how can you be sure there aren’t any guys trolling this place pretending to be women?”

There was a longer pause before GuideFelicia answered. But eventually, the words “I’m going to send you a link. When you click on it, I’d like you to tell me what happens.”

Corinne felt a little bit suspicious of this, but typed “All right.”

A red “Click Here” button appeared in the chat window.

Corinne moved her mouse slowly to the button and hesitantly clicked on the button.

The moment she clicked on the button, her computer screen flashed green for about a second, and she received a totally unexpected sensation: it felt like someone were tickling her stomach; like a feather were gently being run over her stomach.

For a brief moment, Corinne wondered how the site did that; how a simple flash of light had given her such a sensation, so easily. This thought was fleeting and had completely dissolved when GuideFelicia asked, “What did you feel?”

Corinne said “Um....” out loud before she typed, “A feather, I guess. On my belly.”

“If you’d been a guy, you’d have felt like your dick was about to fall off, and right now I’d be punting you from our site. :)”

Corinne laughed. She started looking around on the site itself, before her eyes went back to the pop-up chat window. She typed, “One quick question.”

“Shoot,” came the response a few seconds later.

“Anyplace special I should start?”

“You can always go over to the general chat section and introduce yourself in the ‘Introductions’ thread.”

“Thanks.”

Corinne minimized the chat window and clicked on the link to General Discussion. There, in bold wording at the top of the screen was a thread called ‘Introductions,’ just as Felicia said.

Corinne clicked on it and read over a few messages before typing in her own message. She typed slowly, choosing her words carefully. She didn’t want to reveal too much about what brought her to this site in the first place. At least, not yet.

“Hello, everyone! I’m new here. Obviously. Thought I’d introduce myself.” She started to type in her real name but decided to delete the whole ‘My name is...’ part of her self-introduction out of it. “I’m a junior in college, and I hope someday to be a vet. I found this site thru an ad in this month’s Cosmo. Looking forward to meeting everyone here. :)”

She paused for a minute, thinking about what else to say. She continued typing, “Right now, I don’t know what I want or anything, but I’m hoping that this can be a community I will fit into. So anyway, here I am! Looking forward to getting to know some of you!”

She reread her words a few times and decided they were good enough. So she clicked on the ‘post message’ button on her screen and, within a few seconds, she saw her words appear at the bottom of the screen, awaiting someone else’s reply.

After she introduced herself, she went back among the message boards and found a thread entitled “Men are pigs!!!!” She clicked on this thread and started to read other girls’ tales of anger, disappointment, and general frustration over the things the men in their lives have done.

Among the postings in this thread that stood out to her from skimming over the thread were:

... how many times do I have to tell Bill to put the toilet seat down?...

... and Jason was fucking my best friend, Stacy, for, like, four months before I found out about it! I’m not sure who I’m more pissed off at...

... Charlie always wants to do it. How many times a day is just too much? Two? Three? Doesn’t he understand I get tired?...

... it’d be nice if Brian lasted more than, like, sixty seconds. I’ve got needs too, ya know...

... if Dave insisted he wasn’t gay, then what was he doing, naked, in bed with my brother?...

... I opened the door and I saw Gavin with my mother. MY MOTHER, for Christ’s sake!!! She was bent over the kitchen table and he was pounding away at her. Gross!!!...

Corinne gasped when she read that one that one. Why did so many guys have to cheat on their girlfriends? The mother thing was the worst of all, but others commented about their respective boyfriends fucking their sisters, best friends, roommates, neighbors, complete strangers, and so on... Was anyone faithful anymore? There was a fairly even mix of anger directed at the boyfriends (mostly ex-boyfriends by this point), and anger directed at whoever it was that spread her legs for someone already taken.

She sighed and figured she would add in her own commentary about Luke. “My last boyfriend was excessively jealous. If he saw me even talking with another guy, he’d fly off the handle, accusing me of cheating on him. After about two months of daily accusations, I finally told him that he either had to trust me, or to get out. So he left me. And no, I wasn’t cheating on him, but I later learned that he was cheating on me, and was trying to project his own infidelities onto me so he could break up with me with a clean conscience.” She was tempted to say that she missed having someone, anyone, for those lonely nights but decided against it.

After she posted there, she went back to the introductions thread and saw that five people had welcomed her into the community.

She smiled at the quick response. One response, in particular, drew her attention. The post itself, from “Meau-nique” was by and large unremarkable in its content (“Glad u could be here, HippyChik! This site is amazing! Don’t see much need to network with people anywhere else, ya know? So have fun around here and I’ll c u soon!")

Corinne’s eyes were drawn to Meau-nique’s signature. She couldn’t help but notice the phrase “click here to maximize your NoXYNet experience” within a series of blinking, moving lights. It reminded Corinne somewhat of the lights some people wrap around Christmas trees.

After a short amount of deliberation, she decided to click on the link from Meau-nique’s signature. After all, she had already clicked on one link and got tickled. She wondered what other links might do.

The moment she clicked on the link, the newly opened web page flashed white into her eyes. She let out a gasp and quickly fell silent as all of her conscious thoughts gave way to images of peace, calmness, serenity.

Her hands fell limply by her side and her mouth fell open as she stared languidly at the screen, which was slowly reforming itself in front of her. Soon, a pop-up message appeared on Corinne’s screen. It read “Click ‘Submit’ to give yourself completely to Meau-nique.”

She mumbled “Give myself completely to Meau-nique.” and clicked on the ‘Submit’ button.

The moment she did, she felt a surge of power between her legs.

A new chat window appeared on her screen, this time from Meau-nique. It read “Hello, HippyChik, my new slave.”

“Hello Mistress Meau-nique” Corinne typed without thinking. “How may I serve you?”

Meau-nique quickly responded. “You must first convince three female friends of yours to sign up for this website. Do that, and I will reward you handsomely.”

Corinne spoke in a monotone. “Three friends.”

Meau-nique gave her another command. “Please tell me the first names of the friends you will invite into our little circle.”

Corinne leaned forward and typed the names she thought of first. “Ashley. Samantha. JoAnne. They’re in my sorority and should all be home now.”

“Excellent, HippyChik. I look forward to working with them.”

Corinne stood up and walked slowly out of her bedroom, down the stairs, and into the common room. She made a point of making as little noise as possible.

As the room came into wider view, she smiled. Samantha and JoAnne seemed relaxed, watching their talk show. JoAnne’s feet were propped up on the table in front of the sofa upon which they sat.

“Hey, girls!” Corinne said as she approached her friends.

Samantha turned her head to face Corinne. There was a mild look of confusion on her face. She briefly stammered, “I, um, well, Corinne... I, um ... I mean, you... Well, it’s, um, it’s nice to see you out of your room for a change.” Samantha’s voice cracked

“I found this awesome new website. You’ve got to check it out!”

JoAnne looked up. “What’s that?”

“It’s called NoXYNet. That’s no-X-Y-net, dot com. Think Facebook, but without any men.”

“How do they do that?” asked Samantha.

“You’ll see,” answered Corinne, teasingly.

Samantha stood up. “Um... I think I’m going to check it out. I’ll be back in a few minutes...”

“That was quick,” remarked JoAnne.

“Well,” Corinne mused, “I think she just wants to be able to vent about Rick without worrying that he’s going to find out.”

“So this is a guy-bashing site?”

“No, not really. It just offers a, um... fun dynamic that we just can’t really have when there are guys around, you know?”

“What’re you talking about?” Ashley walked over to Corinne and JoAnne.

“Just a cool new, girls only website. Kinda like Facebook,” answered JoAnne. “I’m going to check it out when this show’s over.”

“What’s the address?” Ashley asked.

“Dubya dubya dubya, no-X-Y-net, dot com,” answered Corinne.

“Is that pronounced ‘No X-Y net, or noxynet?”

“From what I could tell, both.” Corinne added, “I’m ‘HippyChik’ there. That’s c-h-i-k, chick.”

Ashley fished into her purse and pulled out her phone. “How’s the site on phones like this one?”

“You tell me,” said Corinne, teasingly.

Ashley sat down in the recliner near where Corinne stood and JoAnne sat and started to direct her phone to the website. After a short silence, Ashley said, “Looks like they’ve got a mobile-optimized site. That’s a plus!”

“Let me know when you’ve registered.” requested JoAnne.

“Sure thing,” said Ashley. After a short silence, she continued. “I think I’ll see if I can get the screen name LadyMarmelade.”

Ashley put her head down and started to tap some more information into her phone, occasionally remarking that the site looked nice or otherwise seemed interesting.

The TV show ended and JoAnne excused herself. “I”m heading upstairs to check out that site myself. I’ll let you know what I think.”

“Great!” Corinne now realized that she was the only person in the house at that moment who wasn’t on NoXYNet. She sat down on the sofa, glanced over at Ashley, and asked, “Have you met anyone yet?”

“Yes. This girl named Meau-nique. Seems really nice.”

“She is. You ought to check out the app that she links to.”

“I’m just about to do that.” She tapped on a spot on her phone. Even from the couch, Corinne could tell that the phone had flashed a light into Ashley’s face, the light was so bright.

Ashley straightened up in the chair and almost dropped the phone. She tapped a few more times on her phone and then looked up at Corinne. “Meau-nique says you should get back to your computer. You’ve done a good job.”

“Yeah. I think that’s a good idea.”

Corinne went back upstairs and logged back in to the website.

Once she had logged in, she saw that she had received a fe-mail from Meau-nique. She read it out loud. “Well, done, HippyChik! Well done, indeed. You shall now be rewarded. Click below for your reward.”

Corinne smiled broadly as she read this note. After reading the comments three or four times, she clicked on the link that promised her a reward. A bright light flashed in her face; unlike the earlier lights, this light was light red. A message appeared below it. “You shall be the leader of your sorority house, HippyChik. Your three friends will be your first servants, but they will help you recruit your entire house.”

Corinne felt a warmth welling up inside of her. She couldn’t tell if it was pride or something else, but she appreciated the feeling.

A pop-up window appeared on her computer. She leaned forward and read the message: “Are you a lesbian?” Underneath the question, Corinne noted her choices of four options: ‘Yes’, ‘No’, ‘I’m bi’, and ‘No, but I’m curious’.

She clicked on the ‘No’ button.

The moment she clicked on that button, her screen flashed blue.

Meau-nique’s chat session with Corinne resumed. with the comment of “Wait ‘til you see what you’re missing.”

Corinne responded, “What do u mean?”

“You’ll see. :D”

“When?”

“What are you wearing?”

Corinne didn’t think anything was amiss with this question. The flashes of light that had come from her computer made sure of that. “Just jeans and a t-shirt.”

“I think you should strip naked now.”

Corinne stood up and methodically removed all of her clothes. When she sat back down, she typed, “Done.”

“Good. Your friends are about to deliver your first reward. Get in bed, lay down on your back, and put your hands behind your head.”

Corinne slowly did as she had been instructed. In the back of her head, her mind was torn between exciting thoughts involving Ashley, Samantha, and JoAnne, and the faint thought that “I’m not really gay.” The more these thoughts fought with each other, the more aroused she became. She could hear her own voice telling her, “But you’re straight.” The protest was somewhat weak-sounding. Like she was yelling across a crowded bar. She shrugged and decided her objections were kind of like any other fears associated with new or previously unknown situations.

With her hands behind her head, she was unable to do anything to relieve the sensation she felt between her legs. This, in turn, intensified her own arousal. She let out a slight whimper, hoping that someone might be able to hear her and satisfy her growing needs.

She heard footsteps outside of her door. She wasn’t sure if she should say anything, call whoever was outside of her door in. She mused that one of two things had to be true: either it was one of her sorority sisters, or it was someone’s boyfriend. It would be wrong to call someone else’s boyfriend to scratch this kind of itch, so she hoped that it was one of her housemates. One last time, she thought, but I’m not really a lesbian! That’s when she realized that it didn’t really matter. Whoever was outside the door, man or woman, could help.

So she called out, “I’m ready to be taken!” She knew she was ready. She wasn’t sure how, but she believed that Meau-nique knew it too.

She raised her head slightly and saw Ashley slowly walking into her room. Ashley’s nude body seemed to glow in the light shining through the window.

Corinne smiled.

Ashley remained silent as she climbed into bed next to Corinne and started sucking on her right breast.

“What’s happening?” Corinne asked, meekly.

Ashley looked at Corinne and smiled. After Ashley had sufficiently stiffened that nipple, she sat up and pointed towards the door. Corinne lifted her head to face the door, and Ashley resumed sucking on Corinne’s breast.

Corinne’s heart raced as she saw JoAnne’s nude form finding its way to her bed.

JoAnne climbed into bed and began sucking Corinne’s left breast. JoAnne and Ashley, together, seemed to be moving in perfect synchronicity with one another.

Corinne bit her lip and moaned slightly. Both of her sisters paused to let her express what she was feeling and gasp for air. Together, they spoke, “You can call us your toys for tits.”

Corinne mused that she liked that. The idea and the act, that is. Clever play on words.

After a few minutes of having her breasts sucked, nibbled, and generally aroused, Corinne felt a new sensation between her legs. She hadn’t been watching the door; otherwise she would have noticed Samantha making a beeline for her pussy. She first realized that there was someone else with her, when she felt the tongue racing up and down through the folds of her flesh between her legs.

She yelped in both shock and pleasure.

This lovemaking session lasted for hours. Finally, exhausted and sweaty, Corinne said, “That was amazing! I’m done.”

As if on cue, Ashley, JoAnne, and Samantha stood up and lined up at the foot of Corinne’s bed. In unison, they said, “Our initiation is complete. Our orders are now to convince the rest of the house to log on to the site. Beyond that, we are yours to command.”

Corinne sat up. She felt an immediate need to thank all three of them for their amazing performance. “Before you talk to the rest of the house, I want you all to feel the most amazing orgasm you’ve ever felt.”

All three of them immediately started to breathe more heavily and moan loudly as they did as they were told. Ashley’s knees buckled and she had to steady herself on Samatha’s shoulder.

Their shrieks echoed in Corinne’s ears long after the orgasm had subsided. In relatively short time, the three servants filed out of the room, prepared to enslave the entire house.

Corinne sat up and went back to her computer. She sent a message to Meau-nique and thanked her for everything.

Meau-nique’s response was prompt. “ur welcome. :)” It was followed in rapid succession by a second message. “So, what’ll your first rule be, once the whole house is yours?”

“I think ... I think this place should be clothing optional.”

“Excellent choice, HippyChik! Excellent choice, indeed.”

“And I think I’m going to encourage the whole house to volunteer as guides for the site, too. Much like GuideFelicia, who was the first person I met here.”

“She said you were a good person.”

“Thank you. You know you’re always welcome in our house, if you should ever find your way out to this campus.”

“I know, HippyChik. I know. Welcome to our community.”

Corinne smiled at being welcomed to a community like this one. After all, who needs men when you’ve got NoXYNet?