The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A Weekend by the Book

Those wonderful, slightly chill mornings with the birds chirping noisily outside his bedroom window always made Bob want to stay in bed. The silky touch of his comforter against his naked legs was a sensual pleasure he enjoyed almost as much as sex itself. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, and wasn’t sure he wanted to.

He was lingering over the dream he’d had as he awoke, a dream in soft cushioned heavens with a soft supple woman he’d never seen before. Literally an angel, wings although no halo, she’d taken him to the peaks of ecstasy in his dream. He could remember a ledge, and clouds, but very little else. The haze of passing dream memory made her even more attractive as his wakening mind tried to recreate the lushness of their acts together.

He finally rose from bed, and happily relished the fact of today as a holiday. Looking at the clock, he could tell he’d slept a sinful extra half hour to almost 8:00 AM.

He leaned against the wall in the shower. The water flowed in little waterfalls over his shoulders, arms, and chest. This sensation also gave a smooth relief of pleasure, while he reflected back on the preceding day’s activities.

He wanted to believe it wasn’t all a dream, along with the angelic visitor of his sleep. He knew it wasn’t because despite the free fall way his life had become, he could see the symbols. The Book’s symbols. He saw the passage of the symbols along his own legs and arms, even the tiny streams along the surface of his skin. They paralleled the streams of water, glistening in the morning light.

He finished the shower knowing today would be another shining wonder in his life.

Bob dressed in his jeans and a tee-shirt, ate breakfast, and cleaned the mess from breakfast. It was about 9:00 and he needed to run some errands at the stores and the mall.

* * *

He did some grocery shopping first. The supplies were to last him the next week, but Bob wanted to be prepared for the possible activities, so he stocked up more heavily than usual. After he paid, it occurred to him, payment was totally unnecessary. He was glad he’d paid anyway.

After unloading the groceries at home, he grabbed his speakers, shoved them in the car and drove to his friend Ben’s stereo repair shop. They’d been performing poorly for a month or so. He hadn’t meant to get them fixed today, but his lie to Betty had to be made good.

He went in the store from the back door. Ben owned the shop, although he was the service expert as well. None of his employees could hold a candle to his talents with electronics. Ben was proud of his high school buddy.

“Ben,” Bob’s friend was about 6 feet tall, 4 inches shorter than Bob, with a dark complexion and a pudgy tummy. “How long to fix these?”

“Bob! Let’s see,” He picked up one of the boxes, “It’ll take a while to get you an estimate, you know that?”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got a woman coming over tonight,” he looked around quickly and gave Ben one of those ‘manly’ knowing looks, “it’s not Betty and I don’t want her to know. I told her you were going to help me with these...”

“Geeze Bob,” shaking his head, Ben opened the backs of the speakers to examine them, “you know I’ll help if I can, but man, I don’t know what’s wrong without checking these out first.”

“I know, I know. Just tell me what you can do.”

“So you’re working on two babes at once, eh?”

“Well, let’s just say I’ve lucked into some nice ass while Betty is stringing me along...”

“You know, if you’re horny, we can work something out with Janet.” Janet was Ben’s wife. Ben and Janet had an open arrangement, partly because Ben got off on seeing his wife with another man.

Bob hadn’t liked the idea before, especially since Janet really didn’t like Bob much. He wasn’t sure why, he figured it had something to do with Bob dragging Ben off to poker games occasionally. “I know she doesn’t like you much, but if I talk to her, she’ll do just about anything.”

“Actually Ben, I think I could talk her into spreading for me without your help. I’m just not so sure it’s a very good idea.”

Ben snorted out a laugh. He’d gotten both speakers open by now, and had to step back while laughing to avoid damage.

“Forgive me Bob,” he wiped his eyes and suppressed, badly, the huge grin creeping across his face. “Janet would do it if I asked, not for any other reason. I’ve had to put up with her bitching about you.” “Oh?” Ben was curious, “What IS her complaint with me anyway?”

“She thinks you are not good enough to be my friend. She keeps telling me you haven’t got enough class, you abuse our friendship, you spend too much time drinking and crap like that.” Well, at least the drinking wasn’t true.

“So?, why’d she marry you then?, you and I move in the same circles, so to speak.”

“I dunno. She fell head over heels in love or lust or somethin’.”

“I’ll tell you what Ben. I’ll bet you double or nothing the cost of the repair, I go to your house and fuck her silly while you wait here.”

“You think so!? I’ll bite, what’s the gimmick? You get some film of her doing something you can blackmail her with? Fat chance!”

“Nothing like it. I’ll even get her to call you to talk while I’m making her, how’s that?”

“Oh, man, I’d love that. I’d fix your speakers for nuthin’ just for the opportunity to watch or listen to her being humped, and you know it. It ain’t gonna happen though.”

“Okay, you got it! I’m on my way.”

“You sure you don’t want me to call her first? She really doesn’t like you much. I wasn’t kidding.”

“I don’t care if she throws darts at my photo in your wedding pics. She’ll beg for a repeat performance when you get home.”

“Shit.” was the last word from Ben before Bob left.

Bob glowed inside with the knowledge he couldn’t lose this bet, and Ben wouldn’t be hurt by his project. Every encounter gave him extra valuable knowledge, and this would be no different.

* * *

Bob got to Ben’s house at 10:20 AM. The house was an old two story, fairly attractive in light blue. Bob smiled at the sight of the white picket fence around the yard. The house was on a corner and he’d never quite got into the habit of walking all the way around the corner to the front gate. He usually parked around the side by the back of the house.

Once again, he jumped the fence. Musing, he figured this was easily another influence effecting why Janet didn’t like him as any.

He walked through the back porch door, and rang the bell next to the kitchen door. Reaching out, he could feel the symbols down the basement. She was coming up the stairs, he judged, and had seen him jump the fence through the basement window. He could feel her ankles rise and drop climbing each step. She radiated symbols strongly shouting ‘disapproval’.

The door opened, and there, in a glorious ray of sunlight, stood Janet. She was about 5 foot 8 inches. Her slightly auburn hair was nicely set off by her freckles. She had a hostile frown on her plush lips and the wrinkles around her eyes show more concern than he’d remembered being there. Dressed in a sweat suit for house work, he could only see some of her curves he had admired in the past. He knew her chest was larger than her frame would suggest, and her slender legs rivaled those of the best dancers. He was somewhat curious as to the color of pubic hair in the past, and figured he’d find out today for certain.

The moment taken up by reflection passed. She began an irritated pout, and brushed back her hair.

“So Bob!” she spurted out. “To what do I owe this visit? I know you’re aware that Ben is at work.”

He stepped past her, and he spoke, “I know, just came from his shop. I never did find out why you let him work there, since you guys have all that money from your father.” She followed him to the living room, where as Bob recalled, there was a perfectly comfortable lounge chair with a phone on the table next to it. Excellent, he thought.

“He needs to work, to keep his hands busy, you know that.” snarling. “Yep,” he grinned lecherously, “keeps his hands off you, I’m sure.” “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I made a bet with Ben, that I’d seduce you today.”

She stared dumb struck at him for a minute, then laughed hysterically. Bob just waited, knowing with his new talent, nothing she did would stop him from taking her. She finally collapsed in the chair, and calmed herself a bit.

“You know, even if you had any chance before,” she still giggled between words, “you couldn’t do it now that you’ve warned me. You might as well leave now.”

“I don’t think there’ll be a problem. Before you know it, you’ll want me in you so bad you won’t care about the bet at all.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself for someone so full of shit.” she crossed her arms over her chest, allowing him some view of the curves concealed by the sweat shirt. “You are beginning to get me pissed, and believe me, that ain’t gonna help a sorry little sot like you get anywhere.” She grinned in a sadistic manner, “besides I’ve screwed just about everyone else Ben knows, at his request I might add, and he has never, thank the heavens, asked me to do anything with you. If he does, it will be the first and only time I refuse. It might be the grounds for our divorce, happy though he makes me otherwise.” It was clear she thought she’d stung him.

Bob finally started exerting some changes in the thought streams her body was using. As he laughed back, he insinuated the tendrils of pleasure up through her thighs and along the back of her neck. “I think you will shortly find your opinion unreliable, even for your own judgment of your own actions...” He reached directly to the nerve streams her groin used and slid the symbols in that caused sexual heat to rise from within. “Shall we get started or would you like to deny your own body’s lust a while longer?”

She twisted head to the side a bit, gritting her teeth. “How do you expect me to be aroused by such a lousy approach?”

“Actually, I’ve suspected for some time you want me. You always react with hostility to me, but I always suspected you want to cajole me into sexual action with you. Ben may have his desires, this struck me as one of yours.” Of course, he knew she was being aroused by his mental manipulation of her nervous system, but he wanted her consciousness to believe she’d simply suppressed her desires.

“You’re nuts,” by this time he’d sent a few tingles through her cunt lips, and clit, she was twisting in the lounge chair trying not to show her arousal, “you are imagining things. <unggh>”

Bob began to undress. His penis was nestled, retracted, in amongst his balls. As the hanging silence became more pronounced, he knelt before her, and pulled her running shoes off. By now, her head was lolling back and a few drops of sweat were rolling off her forehead. He could make out the pale bottom of her chin as he rolled her sweat pants down her legs. “Unngh oooohh,” she loosed the groans with reluctant acknowledgment of her heightened state of arousal. Her panties, a pale pink frilly pair, wet and smelling uniquely of woman, came off through his administration next.

“I can’t, aahh, be so, eeaa, so hot, gggnnn, hot from arggggg, arguing with yyyaaahhh, you.... oh god yes” he was gently tickling the lips of her pussy with his fingers. He had a fine view now of her luscious slender legs, which were stretching out to point the toes in pulsing motions. “ggnnnnggoooood, oooohhh mooorre”

He lifted the sweat shirt up over her breasts. Delightfully, her melon sized boobs were unencumbered by a bra. The lovely freckles, so attractive on her countenance, also graced the pale skin of her tits. He could almost see little circles form by the little dots as the two orbs bounced and wobbled from the motions Janet was now making.

“Lift your arms.” She did as instructed and he pulled off the top over her head. Her hair, fell through the neck of the sweat shirt, almost in slow motion, gliding across her smooth, naked shoulders. He felt his own arousal as his prick began to stiffen.

“Oh Bobbbb,” she had now yielded to his physical advances. He stroked the nipples of one tit, watching it grow to attention as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it inside with his tongue. “oh yessss, suck me, suck suck suck... me” her lithe fingers stroked through his hair, smoothing the errant strays while pulling, and sinking his head into the breast he was attacking. He blocked the orgasm he saw developing in her, coming mostly from the stimulation of her breasts.

He had a call to make first.

“Mmnnph!,” he pulled back against the pressure of both of her arms now. God!, she’s strong, he thought. “pick up the phone, call Ben.” “Unnh, don’t stop. don’t don’t.” she muttered, apparently at the brink but unable to breach the barrier. “why, inuhhhh, call Ben? just fuck me, oh god please fuck me...unng..”

“Don’t you think he’d like to hear you coming?” He clamped his finger and thumb tightly on her nipple, twisting sharply <nnng, uuuuuuahhh>. He could see she was expecting that to send her over, but instead it just sent her pelvis into deeper thrusts, seeking cock that hadn’t been inserted yet. Her fulfillment would wait a touch longer.

She fumbled, and between grunts and moans, managed to dial the number. She strained her eyes open and closed as the other end rang. And when the voice answering was not Ben, she struggled to suppress the sounds her throat was forcing past her tongue.

“Hi, <ahemmm> this is Janet, can I <cough> speak with my husband.” She barely managed to contain her voice as Bob pulled her legs up over the arms of the chair and began to slide his hand over her ass. She shouldn’t bother hiding her activities, he thought. Everyone who works with Ben knows how you two operate. “unghh!, please, unhgg, ooohhh pleeease!”

“Hello, <grnnnt> Ben?,” the voice seemed to confirm it, “Bob is here, and he tells me, ugnngh, you guys made a bet of ooaaah, some kind... uh uh uh uh” Bob had inserted two fingers in her cunt and was starting to thrust them in and out.

“Here,” she panted as she held out the phone, “he wants <rrrrggggh> to talk, mmmmmm, to you.”

“Bob!?, Bob!?, Bob!?”

“Yup,” Bob had to exert a measure of self control to keep from breathing heavily into the phone, “she’s hot to trot, ready for fucking. How would you like me to take her?”

“I don’t believe,... never mind! I don’t care, I just want to hear her while she’s coming!” Ben responded.

“Okay, you listen, she’ll hold the phone to her throat...”

He handed the phone back to Janet. Obedient to the instructions, she pinned the phone where the receiver would pick up every throaty sound she loosed.

“Okay Janet, since Ben hasn’t got a preference, and you’re so convinced I can’t get in your pants, how do you want it?”

“Oh Bob, I uh uh uh, I’m sorry, uh uh uh, fuck me Bob, fuck me! please fuck me! god!! fuck fuck fuck, pleeeese.”

He worked himself up into position to enter, and in a single lunge, thrust the length of his cock deep inside her. “OooooooOH!” was her immediate response. As he thrust, he let himself come pretty quickly, a fountain of come flooding freely through his prick. He kept pounding to her thumping grunts and slowly released the block on her orgasm, causing her building heat to rise higher still. “YESSSS!, YES YES YES YES, oh FUCK SHIT FUCK GOD!” she screamed, completely without restraint as the sensation drew her on. In one final screaming pitch, she pounded up and down so hard, he thought the chair was creaking louder than it should. She released completely with an ear piercing primal scream.

She lay panting frantically on the chair as he stood up. She was clearly used up, needing to recover before she could even speak. The sweat dripped into a puddle on the chairs arms, head rest, back and elsewhere, competing with the puddle of sexual juices by her ass. “Hello? Hello?” squawked from the phone. Bob picked it up. Janet was in no condition to do so.

“Ben, you still there?”

“Goddamn, I wet my pants.” came Ben’s voice calmly as though he’d dropped a screw driver.

“Well, you lose the bet lad.”

“I guess so, who’d of guessed.”

“Talk to you later.”

“Later.” and the phone clicked as Ben hung up.

Janet just sat there, eyes closed, panting, helpless before him. Bob enjoyed this view and toyed with her hair while he stood beside her.

“We’ll do this again won’t we Janet?” She opened her eyes and looked at him with astonishment. Gulping, she straightened up a bit. “I h-h-hope so. I’d never would’ve thought you’d be the best sex I’d ever had. I want more, but I’m burnt out.”

“There’ll be another time.” He began to dress.

“I’m sorry about the things I said... stay, we can screw again in a little while.”

“Its okay, like I said, I think you were using it to build sexual tension or some such shit.”

“Yeah, well, that was the best fuck I can remember.” Still naked she walked to the kitchen with him. “I want to repeat the experience often. Ben won’t mind, honest.”

“I know, gotta go now.” With this Bob turned and embraced her in his arms. He kissed her passionately, as she returned the kiss with her tongue caressing his lips.

Bob was pleased, he’d only controlled some of her physical reactions. Not at all like Fran, whose mind was completely adjusted to meet his demands. Nor like Randi, who he’d taken control of her body with some reaction control. Now with a little work he could manipulate women without bending them into entirely new personalities.

Somewhat satisfied that nothing could go wrong now, that his talent was beginning to grow. He drove over to the Mall, there were a few more things he’d need before tonight!

* * *

The mall was full of mothers with children, college students who didn’t have classes or were cutting, and the odd couple here and there with a day off. Bob was concentrating on getting to the book store, when something jolted his reverie...

There was a very attractive young girl, although as he looked she appeared to be older, sitting in front of a shoe store. She had long black hair, a clear complexion, and was thin but not boney. What snapped him loose from daydreaming about screwing Janet was her intensity as she watched women walking by...

Bob sat down across from the Shoe store, pretending to check his purchases. He reached out with a tendril of thought to probe her. He was curious. Taking out a pen, he slipped into her subconscious and found her name and address. This information written down for later use, he made an effort to monitor her thoughts.

For a moment, he could see through her eyes as she appraised the curves of a woman walking by with a stroller. This was new! He could feel her salivating at the idea of sucking milk from the new mother’s teat. He could sense the arousal in her loins and found that his manhood was straining in response to her lust.

Knowing he couldn’t get his chores done, and explore this hot little treat, he double checked the address he’d written down and pulled his tendril of thought back.

He got a second surprise...

Someone was frantically trying to hide their mind, and doing a poor job of it. He’d never of noticed, but for his little probe activity. Bob began to seek out the consciousness trying to hide. It was wandering the mall, but he couldn’t tell where...

{who??} came a symbol from this mystery person, {not them?}

Bob, stunned that anyone else knew the symbols, much less could manipulate them, paused before responding.

{I am learning} he tried to be somewhat evasive. Worried about the reactions of others to his experiments, it didn’t seem a good idea to expose himself either. {why do you hide?}

{hunters!, you can be found, be careful} and the other mind modified it’s concealment, vanishing from Bob’s inexperienced probing. Someone else slapped out at him with an entirely unsubtle probe at his mind. Pulling back into himself he displayed a set of surface thoughts about shopping. Hunters?, what hunters? Telepaths with hostility towards other telepaths? It was a shock to learn there were others who knew the symbols. He decided caution was in order.

Bob’s consciousness slipped down inside himself. He filled out the artificial consciousness he left showing, so telepathic probes wouldn’t detect him. This probe was pure energy though, no symbols apparent. Could the phony him pass if whoever looked closely?

The probe passed, Bob allowed himself an internal sigh of relief. What he’d done seemed to have worked. He checked the artificial personality he displayed. He was certain it was untouched. He wondered who the phantom he’d communicated with was, but was relieved to avoid the ‘hunters’.

In an unhurried manner, watching anxiously for the ‘hunters’, he completed his errands. He still couldn’t keep from shaking somewhat.

Once he was back on the road, he couldn’t resist speeding. He had to adjust a cop to ignore him as he drove past. Just another price of the fun he now enjoyed.

* * *

“Hi Ben.”


“Speakers ready yet?” Bob was still shaking. He wasn’t used to the idea that other people were looking for him, as a telepath that is. “Hey bud,” Ben jibed, “Screwing Janet give you a case of nerves?” “Naw, close call on the highway.” Bob lied. You don’t have the talent, you shouldn’t know about it, he thought.

“That was one intense phone call by the way. Ran home for an hour and we had a quickie on the kitchen floor.” Ben lifted the speakers from behind his work desk. “Funny thing though, Janet seemed let down afterwards...”

“Aw, she’ll be okay. Twice, so close together, probably just a case of stamina failure.”

“Well, you musta given her some work out, she was still naked in the kitchen. Said she was feeling kind of limp. It was great for me though.”

“Heh heh, thanks for fixing the speakers, Janet was real fun. If you don’t mind maybe she and I can....” he let the thought trail off. It wouldn’t do to have Ben think he was too far gone to appreciate a good fuck.

“You bet. I’d like to watch though, you know what a thrill I get outa seeing her get laid...”

“Right, sure. When the opportunity arises, I guess.”

* * *

As evening approached, Bob felt much better. He realized the ‘hunters’, as he thought of them, could never get hold of him if they couldn’t spot him. Everything was cool again, he thought. He’d just have to be careful to keep up a good front. He’d have to look at the Book, to see if any other telepaths are mentioned. Specifically he wanted to see if he’d overlooked any reference to hostile groups, or some kind of association of telepaths.

He pushed it to the back of his mind for now. He wanted to be ready for his private party. So he went back to clearing away the living room’s clutter and straightened up the bedroom. This was going to be an interesting evening.

* * *

When the doorbell rang promptly at 6:30, Bob rushed to open it. There was Fran, and as he’d come to expect, she was striking sexy poses whenever opportune, as if the photographer would snap a picture at any moment. Mostly this showed her bust line and hips to great effect, but the coy come hither looks she shot off were most effective.

She walked in as he directed carrying a large and tattered shopping bag. She stood in the living room for a moment, gathering in the view, neither approving nor disapproving. Bob closed the door and walked up behind her.

“Oh darling, um, master, I’ve looked forward to this all day!” She hadn’t of course, but she didn’t know that. Bob adjusted the instructions he’d given her to allow her to remain in secret lover personality while in his home tonight. He reached around her and cupped the undersides of her tits. They were delightfully round and soft. Clearly she’d successfully removed her underthings before coming. He fingered her nipples and licked the back of her neck. She cocked one knee up a bit and began to squeeze her thighs in, intending to stimulate her groin. “oh, master, oh please yes.” He stopped after a few moments, to her obvious disappointment.

Lifting the back of her skirt, he was pleased to learn that she’d gotten the panties off too. Rubbing her bottom he slowly slipped his middle finger into her asshole. “Eeek!, aaahhh...” Startled at first, she allowed herself to relax and accept the intrusion.

“March as I lead.” he began to direct her by his finger to the bedroom. Each step was arousing her more as he finger fucked her anus with every up and down motion. Her face took on a flushed color and little gasps came after the first few steps.

“You brought your uniform?” He removed his finger. Disappointment rose again within her. She apparently was expecting to be well fucked first thing. She’d have to wait.

“Yes master, a beautiful maids outfit. I’ve worn it once before, but Joe didn’t really care for it.”

“Put it on, I’ll be in the kitchen.” He turned and left her, wanting to be surprised at least a little bit.

A few minutes later as she came into the kitchen, he turned and was extremely pleased.

She wore a frilly top blouse with red cups under the breasts, only barely covering her nipples. Tightly, the white blouse clung to her middle and a black little skirt fluffed up stiffly, lace patterned frills underneath showed her upper thighs adorned with garters. Her legs were decorated with skin colored stockings with the seam in the back straight as an arrow. Her ankles were adorned with a white lace loop and turned, ever so lovely, in the high heels she wore. Similar lace wraps adorned her wrists, displaying her hands and fingers nicely. She’d removed her wedding and engagement rings, probably to please her lover. A delightful touch, that added enormously, was the jet black choker around her neck. She pirouetted for his pleasure.

“Good. Now set the dinning room table for two. I’m having Randi over for dinner. We’ll probably fuck afterwards. You will be serving us.” He could sense the anger rising in her. Why should she share him with anyone! Then he could see the resignation, as she decided she’d do anything for her secret lover. Interestingly, she began to twitch with excitement at the humiliation of having to serve his other lover dinner. She also seem to reflect on how much better a lover she must be, to be able to accept this role from him.

“Yes master.” she meekly said.

Amazing, he thought, I didn’t even plant that stream in her to accept... I think. Aroused himself, he had to struggle not to take Fran immediately.

She began to work on setting the table, a difficult task in the outfit she now wore. Watching her move in that outfit, he thought, was one hell of a reward in itself. The motions showed off her flesh with grace, and her poise was such, Bob could believe she was aroused just from being watched.

Fortunately the doorbell rang again. He answered the door to find Randi, as he expected.

She was beautiful. She wore a red, ankle length, shoulderless dress, that accented her smaller breasts and the incredible curve of her hips. Her hair was waved slightly, and the red lipstick was glossy enough to accent the light pucker her lips were displaying. She was wearing black high heels, and an ankle bracelet glinted briefly in the waning sunlight.

A cloud of confusion and irritation hung over her as he waved her in.

“I really didn’t want to come, you know. I just had to see if this stupid lack of control is something that happens only around you!” She stomped into the living room on 3 inch heels without the flowing grace the dress suggested. He figured he could work on that... “Oh, I love it when you’re angry. Do sit down, our servant for the evening will have dinner ready soon, I’m sure...”

“Our what!? Oh, your not going to embarrass me in front of a stranger, you know! I can just leave right now!”

“Nothing of the sort. You know Fran. Fran! Come in here please.”

In walked the lovely, willowy blond, displaying herself in her maid’s outfit. She capped her entrance with a delicate curtsy, almost sliding her breasts free from her blouse on the bounce.

“Yes master?” she put out with the sexiest breathy voice she could manage.

“Dinner is on the stove and in the oven. When the timer rings, the chicken should be ready. Set out the food, and call us in. Bring us a glass of wine each, please.”

“Will that be all master?”

“Yes Fran, that will be all.”

“That isn’t our Fran, from work I mean!?” Randi appeared a little shocked by Fran’s appearance. But her eyes had lingered on Fran’s legs and ass as she wandered back to the kitchen.

“Oh, she likes performing this little role of hers. Don’t be alarmed. We will have dinner, chat for a while, and see what happens.”

Randi opened her lovely lips, but rather than speak, she just licked them. Bob recognized the reaction from the girl in the Mall. He hadn’t expected Randi to have that response. Oh ho!, he thought, maybe I know what became of the old boyfriend.

Fran brought the wine in, and Randi’s eyes didn’t stray from her. She finally looked at Bob again after Fran left the room.

“If you like, I’ll let you eat her for dessert.” He tested the waters, deliberately avoiding monitoring her thoughts.

Stunned, Randi looked down at her lap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Her voice was much smaller, and somewhat broken up by the attempt to reply immediately to his insinuation. Her hands were clasped, palms up in her lap, and looked sweaty. He knew he had appraised her reaction correctly. Before the conversation continued however, Fran called that dinner was ready. Sitting down to candle light, being served by the attractive blond, and eating dinner with another woman that would be at his command later, Bob felt a certain contentment. Satisfaction and comfort settled in while he ate the food Fran placed before him.

She stroked him with those lovely boobs whenever she could work around his side or back. While she did this, he slipped a suggestion into her mind that she do the same for Randi.

Fran, consciously trying to please Bob, now began to perform the same little enticing movements against Randi. Bob watched Randi’s eyes pop wide open at one point when Fran dipped her cleavage low so Randi couldn’t miss it. Randi’s tongue explored her own lips and seemed to have no active control while her eyes followed Fran around the room. At one point, she brushed her own breast as Fran rubbed up against her back.

Bob’s reactions were astounding, he couldn’t keep his prick down when he saw Randi’s behavior.

Fran did well serving the salad, main course, and the cake he had bought. She made every step to and from the kitchen an exciting luscious erotic treat as well. But after she cleared the dessert dishes, he had her bring out coffee. He was looking forward to being awake for some time yet! Once the coffee was out, he looked at a very horny Randi sitting opposite.

“Still hungry?”

“Well, no, dinner was very good, thank you.” She remained pensive, and somewhat ill at ease. Bob was delighted, this was all very exciting, influencing his state of arousal.

“Very well, Fran come in here.”

The blond bounced into the dining room quickly, almost coming out of the weak restraint of her blouse.

“Yes master?”

Bob got up and moved behind Fran, turning her to face Randi. Her body moved longingly at his every touch. Looking over Fran’s shoulder, he could see Randi lick her lips, and struggle at restraining her own reactions. Fran tensed a little as she realized he might use her there before this other lover, but relaxed again, determined she would show herself the better choice.

He reached for the back of her neck, with his palm arched, he lightly felt the smooth skin around to her chin and slipped a finger into her mouth. She took the finger and sucked it with worshipful motions, licking the air behind as he pulled away from time to time. Bob could see her eyes were closed in passion. He glanced at Randi, who by now had her right hand up to her mouth, the knuckles of her forefinger sucked between her lips, the white of her teeth showing against the skin. Her desire to participate was very clear.

“Come into the living room, both of you.” He directed, as soon as he could draw himself under control a bit. “Randi, you take the larger chair, by the bookcase.” He slipped his hand under the diminutive skirt Fran was wearing and grabbed a handful of cheek to guide her in front of Randi, back about 3 feet. Randi, lost in her own lust, simply did as commanded. He was delighted that he’d been able to avoid any further probing, and adjustment to fulfill his desires so far.

He slipped his hand past Fran’s anus and pulled back on her crotch while pushing forward on her shoulders with the other hand. “Ommph!” she spouted as her hands grabbed the arms of Randi’s chair and she leaned over displaying her bountiful chest to the elegantly dressed woman beneath.

“Good. Now Randi, since you’ve been enjoying watching Fran’s tits throughout dinner, you will arouse them for me.”

Shamed by her body’s hot desire, Randi began to reach up for those gifts Bob was giving her. She began by unbuttoning the blouse Fran had so tightly wrapped around herself earlier.

Fran was helplessly trapped in this position, the strain on her arms noticeably caused discomfort, but as Randi started tracing the shapes of Fran’s huge tits by the tiniest finger traces, a sigh of delight escaped from within.

While Randi was exploring, Bob dropped his trousers, kicking them and his shoes aside for now. His view was enhanced by the great mirror over the mantle of his fireplace. He also reached out to see through Randi what she saw and felt. As he did this he could feel the growing lust raging in her and saw the tip of her tongue wrap itself around Fran’s nipple. Fran let out a solid low moan. Bob stepped up behind her. He lifter her skimpy skirt to expose naked ass and pussy. He slid his cock straight into her cunt, by now soaked with vaginal juices, to the hilt.

“gnnn! ooohhh god!” he could feel her clenching her teeth with the sensation of her nipples being aroused from one side as he plunged her depths from behind. Unable to do much more than wobble in place against him, she pressed back whenever she could. The high heels she wore made this task less than simple.

Bob blocked her orgasm, as he had earlier with Janet. He let it build. The streams of pleasurable arousal grew, but failed to release. “unh unh unh” she throbbed rhythmically, pulsing as he continued to pound her cunt and Randi got more enthusiastic with her tits. Randi bit down hard once, eliciting a great “ggaaawwdddd yessss!” as Fran lurched with the strokes. Fran’s head was now

shaking wildly from side to side, tossing droplets of sweat left and right as she strove to reach the plateau... which Bob finally allowed, unlocking the stream for her. “AAAHHHHAAHHHHHHHHHH! GOOOOOODDD! FU...” and she went from total animal screech to whimpering little girl slowly through the orgasm.

No one could say how long she had been in a state of orgasm, but when she was done, there was just a shell of child, leaning against the chair. Bob carried her to the other chair and sat her down. Still in her maids uniform, Fran looked a little like a broken doll. Checking she was actually still there and breathing, Bob cupped her face in his hands. She smiled, but didn’t open her eyes.

Bob turned back to Randi. She was virtually drooling, gulping with desire and anticipation. Her hands were rubbing across the fabric of her dress, over her breasts.

“I’ll do anything you want,” she breathed seductively. He knew he had her hooked, more than controlled. “I’ll be your whore,” she went on, “anytime, just help me, uh, please, I want to cum like that!” she ended in a stammering whisper. He could see her shudder lightly as he approached her.

His cock, wet from Fran, was still standing erect. He stood by the side of Randi’s chair.

“Darling Randi, I think you can start by cleaning Fran’s juices off my prick.”

“Yes, er, should I call you master too?” she spoke directly at his prick, now in her hand.

“Eventually, maybe. Tonight you are my date, Fran is being our entertainment, a toy for both of us to play with.” Randi was wrapping her lips about the tip of his cock, “a toy for your pleasure too. But you will be my Lady, an exceptional consort for this night.” She was delighting in tasting the juices Fran covered him with, he could feel the passion in her lips and tongue. As she began diving against his groin, the flood of energy built in his balls, surging to rise above the base of his organ. He felt her slide further towards the root of his stiffness. Her teeth were digging gently against the body of his cock. Pulling her head harder against him he unleashed a torrent of cum down her throat. Remarkably, she sucked harder to swallow what he’d delivered. When his release ended, he stood back, appraising her appearance.

She licked her lips clean, clearing every drop of the hard won semen from her chin, she was still unquestionably squelching her own desire to orgasm. She had given over to his control, he would let her come when she was ripe, improving the inevitable orgasm beyond her normal expectations. She was obviously certain of this. Drop and give me fifty, he chuckled to himself. Oh, the enticing thrill of having two such lovely toys, all to himself. Well, he couldn’t leave her quite like this all night.

“Go in the bedroom, get your underwear off. Then we’ll make a short trip out. You will enjoy yourself, I’m sure.”

Reluctantly, knowing she’d now have to wait for her anticipated release, she stepped down the hall. Bob turned to Fran who had recovered enough to watch the end of Randi’s administrations to his prick.

“Clean yourself up. I want the kitchen clean by the time we get back and yourself in pristine condition, prepared for our leisure.”

“Yes master,” she managed, still hovering about the plateau she hit when her orgasm ended. He sensed she’d gotten a thrill from the use Randi had made of her, he’d expected no less.

He put his pants back on, finishing the knots on his shoes when Randi came back out. Her makeup straightened out, she had taken on the appearance of someone set to go to the opera. She had turned her curvaceous assets into a work of art.

“Before we go, why don’t you go in to Fran and feel up her cunt? You might feel better for it... if all goes well, I’ll let you use her later as well...” She flashed him a wicked lustful glance, and stepped into the kitchen.

“Yipppp!, oh mistress!” He heard while he found his keys and wallet. “unnnh!, mmmmph!” A few more muffled moans and sighs were followed by an “oh please!”

Momentarily, with a satisfied grin, Randi stepped back in. Her lipstick was slightly disrupted, but she seemed gloriously pleased with herself.

She fixed the makeup again in the car.

* * *

The two of them went to a few dance places he’d used to visit, trolling for dates, before he’d met Betty. She danced impeccably.

He teased her, making her dance with several other men with verbal instructions to make the tiniest of come ons to them. Randi obviously felt a little humiliated, but also found each act of humiliation to be another inch forward in her arousal.

He, for his part, danced with as many other women as he could entice to the dance floor. Some of them never noticed his hands cupping their breasts. Some did, but didn’t want him to stop.

But after a few hours, Bob took Randi back to his home. She was now so hot, she figured the doorknob looked good. He told her to use Fran to get her relief, when they got inside.

As they entered, Fran stepped up with hot cocoa.

“I thought you’d like something when you got in, master.”

Bob took his cup, but Randi set hers aside.

Randi took Fran’s left hand in both of hers... Fran shot a questioning look at Bob. He simply nodded. Randi began to nibble at the inside of Fran’s wrist. Fran tilted her head back and closed her eyes, striking one of those ‘eat me up’ poses she’d been using on him.

Randi worked up the arm to the elbow. One of her hands began tracing the curves of the servant’s body, first her hips, then the small of her back, finally sliding underneath the balloon sized breasts. Although Fran was clearly aroused, it was Randi that moaned with pleasure as she sought out unexplored valleys and curves in the other woman. The buttons of the maid’s blouse came apart expertly in her hands, and where fingers explored before, the tongue and lips now followed.

Randi pulled Fran down to the floor, plunging her tongue, in a steamy kiss, past the other woman’s teeth.

The temporary servant was moaning herself at this advance and began to feel Randi’s curves through her dress. Shortly it was Fran who had rolled Randi over and was thrusting her tongue down the brunette’s throat. Gasps of pleasure worked free from both women. Bob was very pleased with this turn of events.

Randi and Fran allowed him to interrupt. After pointing out the bedroom would be much more comfortable, he watched as they scrambled to the other room together. He slipped the orgasm block into both of them, and went down the basement.

Shortly he’d found the book and went into the living room, sitting in the same chair he’d had Randi in earlier. Sipping his drink, he listened to the stream of moans and begging “fuck me, please, oooohh” sounds from the bedroom. His vicarious pleasure was about to begin. He’d planned this since he saw the little tart at the mall. He reached out to feel the two women, entering into the streams

Randi was putting out. He could feel her lips brush the nipples of the other woman. Her heat filled his loins, the pleasure and pain of the nips at her own nipples flooded his chest. He could feel the fingers invading her cunt. He sensed the dripping fluids dribbling down her legs. His own pelvis lifted and pulsed in rhythm with hers. Fran became pinned under her, as she thrust her groin into the blonde’s face. Clearly the blond was easily as far gone by now, as Randi dug her tongue between Fran’s cut lips, the fluids flowed into her mouth. He could feel the twist of Fran’s fingers, reaching Randi’s tits.

Bob released the block on Randi’s orgasm while he was inside her mind stream, wallowing in the symbols spelling out the thrusting surge. He felt her muscled contraction tightly, again, and then again, and once again. He was certain he was wet in exactly the same way. Then he slipped into Fran’s stream of consciousness, feeling a similar punch of pleasure rising in her/his groin. Randi chose the moment to lunge her fingers into Fran’s cunt, several, maybe an entire fist. Fuck!, god that was good, he released Fran too and she went screaming, at the top of her lungs, over the edge.

Releasing the probe into the women, Bob relaxed. Oh shit!, he looked down. He’d had an orgasm too, messing his pants and his chair.

How embarrassing. Planning hadn’t foreseen this, he reflected.

* * *

He cleaned up the mess. Looking in on his toys, he saw they’d fallen asleep, cuddled in each other’s arms.

Very well, he thought. I’m pretty well burnt out anyway. Time to check out the book. He began to search for references to organizations of telepaths, hunters, anything. It was 2:00 AM when he gave up. There were no clues to anyone, not even the original author. He virtually had the Book memorized now.

He finally put it away again. The basement was dark and gloomy. He needed to lift his spirits again.

Thinking about the two women together, his cock rose again. He slipped in next to Fran. He woke her with a shush...

With Randi still asleep, he had Fran suck his cock, lubricating him with her spit. Turning her around, he arranged her on her knees on the bed. Her head next to Randi, her shoulders imbedded in a pillow, her ass jutting up at him. He spread her cheeks. She made a small whimper of joy, and he shushed her again. His cock worked its way into her ass slowly. She bit down on the pillow. He plunged in and began to work up a rhythm. Fran grunted a pleased sigh. He pumped and felt the flood coming again. His groin squeezed the liquid fire through his prick one more time for the night. Fran spasmed a orgasm, loud, but pleasantly shuddering against the bed clothes.

Randi slept through everything this time, even Fran’s noisy orgasm.

And then he felt spent. Fran dripped with come, and he watched her waiting permission to get up. With hesitation, he had her gather her things and go home.

He gave Fran a farewell kiss at the front door, and intimately drew his fingers over each breast and her cunt before she departed.

* * *

He woke up Randi, telling her to go home. Randi seemed reluctant to depart. She wanted to stay for more of his special treatment. “Don’t worry, we’ll get together again, soon.”

“I’m prepared to move in, if you’ll have me.” she whispered.

“You want Fran, not me.” He knew what brought out her heat, she’d missed it all along. His new talent had helped see through her thin veneer.

“Yes, but you gave her to me tonight. The whole thing wouldn’t have worked if I’d tried to pick her up myself...” Her eyes begged him for more, both the humiliation and the control over other women. “But she is only one woman. You are a treasure chest of unbridled sexual pleasure.”

“So you think you want to be my whore? You want me to pimp women for your use?”

“I’d pay for what you’ve given me, er, master.” with this she announced her servitude.

“You will pay. You’ll find that if I own you, I’ll used you often. I’ll think it over. Go home.”

She pouted at him, but left as commanded. He watched her car drive away in the darkness.

Clearing away the mess in the bed room, he collapsed into a solid crashing sleep.

He dreamed of being ‘hunted’ by predatory villains, wielding ray guns and carrying manacles. The terror woke him, but he managed to drop off again, repeating the nightmare a few times...

Betty would visit tomorrow.

Saturday morning, a dreamy semi-spring day crept up on Bob. He managed to get out of bed anyway. He knew the morning would give him little time to get chores out of the way...

Bob could feel the detergent powder against his skin after putting the bed clothes in to wash. The odor of sex had turned sour during the night, and he had felt obliged to get his house into a more pristine condition before Betty showed up.

Randi had left her panties and bra behind. He felt like a teenager, finding forbidden fruit. He was going to stow them away to return later. As he did, he noticed her fragrance had remained on the lingerie. He hesitated for a moment, then put them in a plastic bag in the crawl space. He didn’t think Betty would explore there.

Musing, he considered the practicalities of Randi moving in as his slave. Although she volunteered, he didn’t see any practical means of keeping her in line without ‘adjustment’.

Not that he was bothered by the power he had over her, but it was somehow more enjoyable when she had to cooperate without manipulation.

Not that he’d ever be able to explain to Betty.

He turned on some music, an old Beatles album. About the time he heard the line “she came in through the bathroom window...” the doorbell rang.

* * *

Betty was in the study, working on an art project. Sometimes when she came over, it was to make use of the extra space his home afforded. She lived in an apartment about 30 minutes away, so while convenient, it wasn’t exactly a trip she would make for only one purpose.

She realized that if she’d done this Friday night, she and Bob wouldn’t have any time together. She was somewhat pleased that the speakers were fixed now too. She brushed something off her slacks.

Maybe, she thought, maybe Bob’s the one. A real keeper, the ‘Man of my dreams’. He’d stopped pushing her about sex lately too. This was a ‘Good Thing’ and to be admired, since it meant she could control that silly activity if they ever got married.

She dismissed the whole stream of thoughts for now, since, after all, marriage is a serious topic. She was still having fun with Bob, not ready to be completely serious yet.

She struggled to straighten out the mat she had cut for her art.

* * *

Bob, in the other room, smiled to himself after eavesdropping on her thoughts. Controlling sex was a trivial issue now that he could slip a new chain of symbols into her nervous system.

He was satisfied with reading her mind at the moment. The time would come to strip her of the misconception sex was silly. It just would have to wait.

“How long is a china man?” he called to her.

“What?” he’d gotten her attention.

“When are you going to be finished?,” he shouted. “I’ve some yard work to do, but I might need to run some errands too.”

“Go ahead, I could be a few hours. Then maybe we can go out for dinner!” she called back. He shuddered, wondering what type of culinary horror she would foist upon him this time.

He stepped out to the garage, getting the lawnmower out. Soon, he was lost in the numbing vibrations, watching the clippings that escaped through the gap between the housing and the ground. He contemplated the fate of these small clippings.

* * *

He could feel people around him.

Betty, most certainly. But across the street he could sense the kids playing on the swingset/kid fort behind the house. He could feel the couple next door, working separately on household chores. Two teenagers were hiding behind a garage making out. Mr. Graenspin two blocks over had a whale of a hangover.

The drivers of cars passing by sent out mixed signals of braking, accelerating. The mailman was frustrated by sorting the goddamn mail for the twerps in 352, but he was looking forward to delivering to that divorced Mrs. Lansing. A bicyclist was staring at the tire before him rolling along the road.

The rolling murmur of mind voices started as a trickle but was starting to roar. It was building to a shouting crescendo! Bob dropped to his knees, clutching his hands over his ears and scream, at least he thought he did. The book had done this! He hadn’t expected to hear everyone at once!

Seal them out, seal them out! The alien thoughts were pounding at the gates of his mind... he had to stop them. When he could work in a few thoughts of his own he imagined a curtain around his mind. He drew it about that thing which was ‘Bob’ and closed in underneath.

The mass of minds quieted. He could still feel the plundering assault in throbbing waves, a little like the water of a shower pushing the curtain back. Realization dawned that his range had steadily increased and was undergoing another enormous growth. What he needed was some kind of filter, a bubble, some kind of shield he could selectively see through... and as he thought it, the shield began to form.

He found he was kneeling in the grass. Certain the entire crisis had lasted less than a handful of seconds, he continued to kneel, panting from the released pressure. It would pass, but the exertion of fighting off the effects of his power left him weak.

He had only a few more passes to make with the mower. He fought through it tenaciously.

* * *

He’d gone in the bathroom to recover. Betty, who was still diligently working, wouldn’t disturb him in here. She seemed to respect some activities as sacrosanct.

He stretched out in the tub, fully dressed and leaned back. There must be a suitable way to relax after that experience. He thought his head would burst like a bad scene in a horror flick.

The best relaxation he could think of was sex.

Well, with Betty here, that was out for sure. Then the glimmerings of a plan came up from the cellars of his mind.

Testing his control of the shield he’d constructed, he looked in on the neighboring couple. He couldn’t remember their names, but he could find out as he slipped into their minds.

The woman was easy to find. He was getting used to exploring women’s thoughts...

She was taking a breather, sitting on the edge of her bed. She wasn’t bad to look at, thought Bob, seeing her in the mirror through her own eyes.

Her brown/blonde hair was styled into a fluffy perm. Her face without make up was attractive, high cheeks, narrow nose, expressive mouth, with a round, smooth chin. Her body was athletic, not real busty, but curved and rounded at the chest. From what he could make out of her legs, she was sculpted nicely there too.

The decision came upon him, he wanted to make her, right now! It was just a matter of how to go about taking her. Thinking of his remote experience last night with his slave toys, the plan continued to grow in his mind.

He insinuated a control over the woman, making her wait at the edge of the bed.

Seeking out her husband, Bob slipped his consciousness into the man. He suppressed the other man’s self into a sleep. Bob looked at his new hands, rough and callused from physical labor.

He saw he was in the man’s workshop, and had been running a lathe. He cut the power to the device. It took a little searching in the man’s head to sort out the layout of the house. In short order he was at the door to the bedroom.

Before him, sat his lovely wife. Whoooops! Boy, did the native mind’s thoughts crept up on him. Bob sat beside her inside this other body, turning her towards him for a light lip brushing kiss. She dropped her eyes.

“Oh honey, it’s the middle of the day...” Bob tickled the nerves to send signals of mild arousal through her back, legs, arms and neck.

“I’ll try to make it as though we’ve never touched before...” he whispered into an ear he had lifted a wisp of hair away from.

She silently acquiesced to his advances.

Kicking his shoes off, he laid her back over the freshly made bed. She set her arms above her head and allowed him to sink his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues wrestled. Occasionally, he sucked one, then the other lip between his own, striving to created the physical sensations he could feel she craved. With fingertips afire, he traced the muscles of her neck. He followed the same path afterwards with the tip of his, er, her husband’s, tongue.

After a moments pause to contemplate her engrossed expression, he carefully unbuttoned the first of her blouse’s buttons. The skin exposed by this was treated to a gentle nibbling by his lips. Tactile sensations flooded outward from each spot he touched. He could feel the surge of excitement radiating within his own, er the other man’s, body as well. Another button, another worshipful engagement of skin. He undid the third button, exposing the clasp of her bra. As he finished the skin to skin communication this time, he undid the bra’s clasp, but stayed his hand from curling back the clothe.

By now she was squirming with luxurious joy. It was quiet, she, unlike his other recent conquests, was remarkably silent in her repose. When he pulled back the sides of her blouse, she began to pull it off herself, but he stopped her. She allowed him to roll her sleeves down from the shoulders one at a time, and as he did, his lips and tongue came to explore the newly exposed skin. She finally release a single low moan.

Bob reached across with a sliver of thought an magnified the sensation for her. He could see within her that she no longer had any control over her responsiveness.

Speeding the process a bit, he pulled her shorts away, leaving her clad now only in a partially opened bra, and her panties. Edging a hand down into the back of her panties, he brushed the backs of her cheeks. They clenched together under his hand beginning a hip motion of incredible delight to Bob.

The nameless woman before him watched his own motions as he stripped himself of the clothes he’d worn into the room. Moving on her own, she cupped his erect cock, a fairly normal size, in her hands and performed some of her own worshipful contact touches. He lay on his back and she began to trace her tongue all over him, with sensual little nips at his nipples.

She tossed the now useless bra aside and putting her two slender legs together, she slid the panties off over her knees, ankles, then toes. He could see the panties were drenched. Undressed, the view of her was glorious. Her pussy hair was short and curly, forming a vase shape over her crotch. Her tits were little more than an handful, with erect pointing nipples begging for attention.

He reached out to caress them. She slipped her lips over his prick. The tongue gently tickling the head of his prick, she took little nips at the skin along the length. He was surprised how agile she was at this. Then she vacuumed the entire length right down into her throat! He strained not to come yet. She began to turn this into a serious problem, diving up and down a few times, pausing, then repeating the performance.

On one of her thrusts, with penis lodged deeply in her throat, he loosed a torrent of come. He could make out the swallowing muscles on the side of her neck.

She sat up and smiled, licking any remaining drops from her lips. There was a self satisfied, somewhat superior look on her face.

Not to be completely outdone, he turned her on her back and lifted her hips. He started nibbling at her thighs, creamy soft on the surface, strong and well exercised thighs. Working his tongue amongst the folds of skin between her legs, he rapidly found the little boat her slit enfolded into. There at the apex, was the knob of flesh he was seeking. Bob added a little stimulus to the already twitching nerves, a surge of pleasant symbols tickling in amongst the others her body already was producing.

Holding her hips up, he worked around so his host’s balls hung over

her face, her knees resting on his shoulders. This exposed her ass to penetration by his fingers. Feeling the apprehension at her ass being invaded, he found the symbols in the nerve stream were countering the gentle brushes his fingertips were making. He eased the pain symbols out of the stream, and suddenly the arousal increased accordingly.

With the backdoor open to his gentle touch, he lubricated his fingers in her cunt to a growing stream of quiet suppressed moans. He continued to lick the lips of her cunt, but began sliding first one, then two, then three fingers in passed her sphincter.

To his delight she was trying to press the fingers in deeper. By now she had found his cock hanging before her face enticing. He was being sucked, nibbled and licked back to stiffness.

Finally, hard again, he stood on the bed. Continuing to hold her hips up off the bed, he entered the darkest cavern she held. He pressed his hosts cock into her anus until his balls rested, nestled between her ass cheeks. She, lost in her new sensations, went into overdrive.

She pummeled her ass against him, seething with desire to suck the rest of him into her rectum. He reached down and began to brutalize her nipples, now raging with a sensitivity to the surge of pain/pleasure that drove through her tits to her throat.

“Gaaaaaawwwddddaammmnnniitt!” she burst out from her throat with all the pent up lust contained in their actions. “FUGMEEEEE!” as she worked through the wild thrashing and to her climax.

He pulled out of her ass and entered her now steaming pussy. Wet and surging, her muscles squeezed the invading prick, causing another spreading ejaculation. He was able to unleash another flood, enough so that the new made bed would require changing again.

“unnnghh...” he muttered. Looking at the doll like woman before him, he saw she was wasted from her exertion.

“You never made love to my ass before, sweetheart.” she whispered in oblivion.

“I told you it would be as though we’d never touched before...” He let the man, his host, collapse. He planted a memory of this pleasant experience behind and looked up at the shower curtain. Oddly, his own body felt alien to him on returning.

This time Bob hadn’t messed himself. He was completely thrilled at the remote control sex he’d orchestrated. He felt refreshed from the experience, not burnt out. And Betty was still working away downstairs, none the wiser...

* * *

They’d ended up at an Italian restaurant. It was a well hidden place named Lorenzo’s. The checkered tablecloths covered small tables crowded together in such a way as to prevent two people from sitting back to back.

He ordered the Fettucini, she ordered Linguini in Clam Sauce. While they waited for dinner, the waiter had left bread sticks for them.

He wasn’t feeling very talkative, so Betty had let him be so far.

He watched with interest as she picked up her bread stick, slipped it into her mouth and pulled the little seeds off by pulling the stick out of her mouth. She had to repeat this several times to get all the seeds off. Then she’d turn it around and work on the other end.

When she found several seeds remained, he found, she began to use her little pink tongue to wet them down so they’d pop loose.

The images of bread sticks licked seductively, plunging them in and out of her sweet lips, left his manhood strained against the crotch of his pants. He determined it would be a bad time to stand up.

She was as deep in thought as he and was, as he watch, closing her eyes, and opening her mouth a fraction of an inch. He found he could spot her teeth closed lightly on the tip of her tongue when she did this. It infuriated him to know she insisted on waiting until they got married to share any real intimacy.

He wondered if she knew about the little turn on motions she made, or if it was all just a part of her mannerism.

And wondering was the same as acting, for in an instant he had a thread into her mind.

She was considering the wisdom of having expresso after the meal. She knew it would keep her up most of the night, but she liked the strong coffee flavor after pasta. She could tell Bob was tense, but why, she asked herself.

He had been fine around the house, she thought he was developing some real talents for property upkeep. In fact when she’d gotten to his house this morning, the kitchen was spotless. She could almost believe he’d spent much of the evening cleaning last night.

She enjoyed having him treat her well. This dinner was excellent, although she really should have insisted on the Thai cuisine she was more interested in tonight. He hadn’t quite allowed her to manipulate the decision as smoothly as usual. Somehow she miscalculated his willingness to yield to her wants and was surprised when he hadn’t given in when she agreed to Italian. The ploy had always worked before.

She would make him take her to a movie. This would help both of them, she decided. He’d lose the tension he was displaying with a nice dramatic romance movie, she was sure. The care and feeding of Bob, she thought, I’m becoming the expert.

Annoyed, Bob withdrew the thread. He should have realized there was no conscious effort to be sexy, seductive or mildly enticing on her part. She was above such things in her own mind. A touch manipulative, but she wasn’t aware of those little sex cues she sent out in body language.

Maybe he should re-evaluate the relationship with her... no, he should just modify it a bit. He grinned.

Betty took this as a sign he was perking up. There was no way for her to know how this would change her life...

* * *

They were at the movie. It was some poor excuse for an artsy dramatic romance. He was bored.

If only the flick had a touch of humor, rather than drowsy monotone conversations, he might enjoy it. He liked romance, even tear jerkers, but not painfully dragging ones. The only thing worse would be watching nothing but TV commercials for two hours running.

So he began to scan the near vicinity for interesting minds to explore.

A narrow trail of thought wandering the neighborhood almost escaped his attention. Not really thought, but in the spectrum he saw the symbols in. It was narrow and straight, a bright beam of thought energy. But Bob couldn’t sense any symbols within the path, rather maybe he could. It looked like a simple imperative demand for a subconscious response, a sort of feedback ping.

Watching it closely, Bob concluded it was traversing a circle, not unlike a radar. He traced back towards its source, but the closer his own probe reached for the source, the harder it was to dodge away so the beam missed him.

A quick jab at the heart of the beacon gave him a view of three men sitting with a stack of electronic gear. He pulled back just in time not to come in contact with the beacon... Could these be the ‘hunters’ from yesterday’s encounter?

He jabbed out and back again, trying to pull an impression from one of the men. He no sooner established contact than it was over. There wasn’t any way to learn from this without being trapped in the mysterious beacon. Where were these guys at least?

Then the beam stopped sweeping. He could sense they had locked onto something. He pushed in again to see what he’d found. Tapping into the senses of one of the men he found himself looking on as another pulled a wirelike helmet over his head.

“Probably another guy, figured out he was telepathic, screwing anything in skirts he can find.” he heard a voice.

“That or some jerk, just taking things away from other people. They get that way when they figure out no one can stop them. Usually, the property branch can pick them up just by following the weird police reports. You know, ‘I lost my car- I gave it away, but I don’t know how or why’, some Sparks got no imagination.”

“Yeah, but it can go for months without one of the creeps popping up.”

“The naturals are rare, ya know. You ain’t gonna find large numbers of them.”

Bob realized the man he had probed was a trainee and the explanations

were for his benefit, so to speak. Two great coincidental events!, the telepath popping up just now, and a newly indoctrinated trainee to delve for info.

He dug in for information from this man. These were the ‘hunters’, he was sure. They were trying to find telepaths. No big surprise so far. They worked for some kind of super secret research project. It was vague, vaporous even, the mystery source of funds and the authority behind the project.

“My god!, its a woman!” One of the hunters exclaimed. “There aren’t many of them at the institute. The White Coats always wants another to study, we may get a bonus!”

Suddenly interested, Bob determined this woman was one telepath that would slip free of their net. First, with speed he didn’t know he could muster, he traced down their scanning beam, finding the woman.

{Flee, conceal your talent!} he sent.

{Who} she radiated {where are you?}

{hunters follow} he threw out cryptically {they’ll catch you.} He pulled her home address from her mind before slipping back to the hunters.

He quickly realized he’d made some kind of error, there were all kinds of alarms going off. The trainee was fumbling with a small electronic device, trying to get it over his right ear.

“hurry, we can’t let her know anymore than she already does!” The other man was helping the trainee. Suddenly, there was no one there for him to read. Three lumps of emptiness he could feel but couldn’t penetrate had taken the place of the hunters he’d been watching.

Allowing himself to snap free, he found his constructed defense personality had escorted Betty back to the car. My, he thought, it’s nice to be able to do two things at once.

* * *

Back at the house, he invited her in for a cup of Java. It was rare for him to do this, but not unusual. He knew she’d insist on tea though.

“Oh Bob, I’d love to come in, but how about tea rather than coffee. It is so much better for you at the end of the day.”

She swept into the kitchen to start the water. Her hips moving with a grace he’d admired before, but now he knew for certain how unconscious it was on her part.

He only turned on the one lamp by the window. And he settled into his favorite chair to wait Betty’s return. Tonight he was determined to have his coffee. He slipped a suggestion into Betty, the first he’d ever made to Betty, that it would be a nice treat to make coffee for him this time. That he’d be more malleable to her manipulation if she did something for him. He could see her mind fight against the idea, eventually yielding before it despite counter arguments from within her psyche. Egocentric little bitch, he reflected.

She came out of the kitchen with two mugs.

“Surprise, I made your coffee anyway, but don’t start a habit of drinking this stuff at bed time, I won’t stand for it!” She announced, presenting herself as the authoritative decision maker. It was time for this to change, he decided. He made a small adjustment, a little series of symbols to magnify the importance of his opinions in her mind. To back it up, he added a little program to make her question her own decisions whenever they affected other people.

“Actually, I believe a cup of coffee is superior to tea late in the evening. Helps keep you alert for those end of the day thoughts.”

“Yes, yes. I suppose you’re right.” She confirmed smiling at him as though her agreement was natural. She curled up on the floor, about six or seven feet away from his chair. He watched her hover over her tea, sipping it reflectively. Her head was bent slightly, and with the angle exposed to him, he could make out the lines of her muscles and the supple skin from her hair line to her shoulders. Her hair, draped as it was across her shoulder, reached to her lap.

He realized his reluctance to adjust her was fading, knowing just how self centered she was. He was tempted to turn her into a little nymphomaniac and set her loose in a football team locker, but no...

Bob put aside the coffee mug, and sidled up against her on the floor. Startled, a bit, she looked up at him.

“Yes?” she spoke, as though the presidential debates was under discussion.

“Shhhh,” he whispered. Bending his own head forward, he made a first, almost puritanical kiss on her lips. He followed with a second, less reserved entry in the same place. She allowed his tongue entry, but didn’t make any motion towards improving the embrace.

Leaning his forehead against hers, “come on Betty, open up a little bit, enjoy some tenderness.”

“Bob if this is leading to another discussion on sex, you can just forget it right now!” He teased the nerves of her pussy and clitoris a touch. From below he could see her body was already pushing a strong desire up from the waist. He was stung by her venom, not the words, and another discovery, that she was suppressing the heat herself from some unconscious source.

“Relax a bit Betty.” he commanded twice, with his voice and also with the now all too familiar symbols from the book. She eased back, emotionally.

He put her mug aside, still within reach. Then pulled her face gently to his own, giving the best kiss he could bring from within himself. She reluctantly cooperated, but didn’t display the same passion.

He began to seek out the source of resistance from her mind.

Tracing back the streams of suppression into her unconscious, he found the image of a little girl and a towering woman. The woman was shouting about the evils men do, the horrors of submitting to sex, the terrors of marriage, men must be controlled! He recognized the little girl as Betty. Who was the woman though? she only bore a superficial resemblance to Betty.

He formed an image of himself next to the little girl, staunchly receiving a continuous lecture.

{who is that?} he whispered to her.

{That’s mama, she knows everything.} replied the child worshipfully.

{Oh} He began to form another image of the woman, right next to the first one. She began to lecture on the evils of self righteous behavior, failure to live your own life, trying to run the lives of others. He grinned. It might not be consistent to apply this debate to him, but it might diffuse this fear Betty had of sex.

He hoped.

Slowly at first, but more quickly after a moment, the towering women began to shrink and the little girl image began to fade into a more mature image, more like the grown woman he knew.

He withdrew from her unconscious, and was pleased to see her body was beginning to respond to the lusty necking session.

It was time to take the next step.

He pushed her onto her back, and began to shower her face and neck with little kisses and love bites. Her lovely hair splayed out behind her head. He brought a hand along the expanse of her shoulders, and drew it down towards her breast.

“Please, Bob, don’t” she whispered, following with a slight whimper as his palm drew over the nipple. “oh!”

He concentrated on caressing the underside of her chin and neck with his lips while he teased her breast with the most whispered touches.

“oh, Bob, I, I, I shouldn’t. I can’t, aaah, oh no.”

“You are overdue, little child, and you will find no better man to yield to than me.” He allowed himself a touch of ego for the moment.

Watching her face, he began to unbutton her blouse. She turned her head away, a tear, from confusion, drew a line across her nose.

He reached under the blouse to feel her tit. He was still massaging over the fabric of her bra, but the nipple had become erect. Taking the tip between his forefinger and thumb, Bob rolled the nipple tighter.

“Ooooh Bob.” Her hips had begun to writhe against his legs. She let out another reluctant moan.

He stood up slowly, lifting her in his arms. She draped her arms over his shoulders, around his neck. She burrowed her face into his armpit.

“No, Bob, no, please let me go home. I can’t do this.”

He ignored her plea.

He carried her to the bed, placing her on her back. She looked away as he stripped off her blouse and bra, but moaned whenever he flicked his tongue around her nipples.

She was still putting up a week resistance as he undid her pants and drew them off of her glorious legs. He always did get a thrill from admiring her well turned ankles. So he spent a interval providing a teasing tongue lashing to those newly exposed appendages. She whimpered and sighed, apparently uncertain what to expect.

He stepped out of his clothes, and lay alongside the nearly naked woman. She didn’t exactly refuse his embrace as he re-initiated the exploration of her lips an mouth, but she wasn’t enthusiastically joining in either.

Bob slipped another little control into her, pushing the hesitancy aside, pulling her excitement forward. She started to make a few affirmative actions on her own. Her hands started to trace across his chest, exploring the handful of curly black hairs, discovering the shapes of his nipples.

He reached for her crotch, finding her panties were still in place. They were skimpy, and showing a little age, holes in places near the elastic. He hooked his fingers in them and ripped them away, eliciting a startled gasp from Betty. Smiling, he worked his hand down between her legs and cupped her womanhood.

“Bob, this is, Bob, we shouldn’t, Bob” she was muttering, barely comprehensible.

She wasn’t aware that she no longer had any choice. Even if she resisted further, he had determined what he’d adjust, and how, to enforce her cooperation. This didn’t prove necessary, however, and she plastered her body against him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.

Disengaging his mouth, entering her cunt with a finger, gave her a wicked, possessive look.

“Want it, or not, Betty, I’m taking you tonight. You will be my property from now on.” she pouted at his pronouncement, “You will remain my chattel, and you will agree before you leave.”

“But,” and she loosed a groan of unadulterated lust, thrusting against his fingers, “ooooh Bob!” He could feel the wave of lust washing her insides, and along with it a sense of shame over her lost control.

Bob reached inside the bedstand drawer near at hand, pulling out a condom. He’d gotten these yesterday just for Betty. He knew she wouldn’t be on the pill, but he wasn’t going to let her escape his penetration tonight.

“Watch now, you may be asked to do this for me later, and you wouldn’t want to make any mistakes.” She watched as he rolled the latex mitten over his erect penis, licking her lips anxiously as he did. He was uncertain if she was worried about his entry or getting it right later.

“Oh Bob, your thing is so big.” Her eyes were open as wide as he’d ever seen them.

“Cock, Betty, say cock, or prick, or penis, or meat, or tool, or... Well, Don’t call it a thing, not ever again.”

“Oh!” her eyes were wide open at the tone of command in his voice.

“Spread your legs now, wide enough to let me get my body in between.”

She pulled her knees up towards her shoulder, craning her neck to see what he planned to do. He moved his cock along the tender lips of her cunt, teasing her a little. She gasped out a sound of mixed surprise and pleasure, followed by little panting noises. Her hips seemed to try to reach for him. He started to push into her recessed opening.

“Aaaah, Bob, I forgot, aaaahh.” He paused a moment, to let her speak.

“You see, Bob, I’ve never, I mean, you know.”

He smiled, “I already know you’re a virgin, Betty.” Her eyes showed he’d understood, and she nodding affirmatively. Then he inched his way in, pressed against an obstruction he’d never encountered before in sex. She was his first virgin, although he was determined she would be only his first. She squealed in sharp pain as the hymen snapped. After a few more strokes though, she was in ecstasy again.

“ooooh, Bob!” was followed by incoherent moaning and an occasional whimper. He took his own time, because he liked watching the series of pleasure/pain faces she was making. <gggnnnnh!> she was heaving herself against his penis, attempting to drive him deeper. She suddenly went wild, lunging her hips, thrashing her head from side to side until the long dark hair he admired covered her face.

His come started to flow internally. His eyes clenched he pulsed as the tide of orgasm leapt within and erupted from his cock. She screamed with delight from a wrenching orgasm of her own.

Probably, he reflected, her first and only so far. She came down from it quickly enough, still panting from the physical release.

He rolled off and out of her. He patted her thighs before he got up to dispose of the cum filled condom.

“On Monday, you go to your OBY/GYN and get a prescription for the pill so we can do this any time.” he announced. She simply nodded, and curled up in pleasant repose.

* * *

He had gone to the bathroom. She was grinning at him when he returned.

“I made that pretty difficult to get to, didn’t I.” she was trying to re-establish some kind of control. He could tell, and wasn’t having any.

“As I said earlier, you are now my chattel. My personal property. Do you know what I meant?”

“Not entirely, but I’ll be your property if you’ll be mine,” she offered, trying to entice him to relinquish some of his control. If she’d made an offer like this two weeks earlier, he might be making wedding plans with her right now. She was still egocentric, and he had already laid the program in place for her change in attitude.

“No, I think you will become my pet. A sex slave and lover. My property to use or dispose of as I will. You behaved very badly making me listen to you whimper that we shouldn’t screw. Now I think you need to be punished.”

“But,” and he could clearly see in her hesitation the internal questioning of her own views and justification of his. Her shame at the behavior she still thought of as slutty also rose. Who better to punish her for enjoying sex than Bob. “ohhh!”

“Why don’t you take the cover to the laundry, right now, and get the blood you dripped off?”

“But Bob, it’s midnight!, I’ve got to get home or I won’t get any sleep!”

“You’re staying the night. In the morning, I want bacon and eggs, say an omelet, ready by the time I get out of the shower.”

His change in demeanor had her stumped. But she apparently felt his assertions were appropriate. She folded the cover into a mass she could carry and took it, stark naked, to the laundry downstairs.

He turned down the sheets and allowed himself a short nap while she worked.

* * *

Bob felt Betty watching him with tenderness.

She had the cover folded on her naked lap as she sat on the edge of the bed. He could sense within her a thought he hadn’t planted intentionally. She had developed an obsession for him. Seeking inside her the source of this obsession led him back to the source of resistance he’d dissolve earlier.

Instead of the towering mother image before the little girl, there was now a towering image of himself speaking to the grown Betty who was virtually worshipping at his feet. The image was telling her she was his property, she had to do as he said.

He withdrew the probe and opened his eyes. Well, he thought, interesting that she needs an internal governor to keep her content. Now that she’s rid of mommy as a moral monitor, she’d selected him instead. Good enough for now.

“Put it over the bed and get in. I want to sleep now.” She nodded and slipped between the covers. He felt her nestle her bare little tush against his flaccid organ. He reached around her to cuddle her, cupping one of her tits in his hand.

Shortly, he slept again.

* * *

He awoke, finding Betty with her eyes open. She didn’t seem to want to move, since he still had her wrapped in his arms. She smiled as his eyes connected with hers.

“Good morning.” she whispered, as though the neighbors might hear. Little did she know, the neighbors were likely to be too busy with each other to care if she stayed overnight.

“Mmmm, yeah.” He untangled himself from her and looked at the clock. “Well, I gotta get up. You can make breakfast, just the way you are.”

Her face fell the tiniest bit, but perked right up again.

“Right away!” she zipped out of the room.

Bob took another slow, sensuous shower, enjoying the water’s warmth. He got himself thoroughly cleaned up, shaved, and dressed. When he got downstairs, Betty had managed, even naked, to get the table set, make the omelet and bacon he’d ordered last night, and clean some of the associated mess in the kitchen. Good girl, he thought.

“May I get dressed now, Bob?” she inquired. Her dark hair was tickling the top of her ass, and where strands of it dropped down the front, it almost slipped into her delectable little pussy.

“Ah, no, I’m enjoying the view.” he muttered, wondering if he could hold his urges back until after he ate. She shrugged and sat at the other plate she’d put out.

He added some salt and pepper to the omelet, and began to eat. She waited with her hands in her lap.

“You may eat too, I wouldn’t want you to go hungry.” She gave a wanton look at him and began to dig in.

“Now, this week I expect you to start the process of moving in here. And I don’t want any little nonsensical garbage taking up too much space, so check with me if you’ve any doubt what can stay.”

“Oh, really!, I can probably move everything in by Wednesday!” She was now rather gleeful as she attacked the bacon. He hung on every glimpse of her pink tongue darting for the corners of her mouth.

“And you’ll help Randi move in too.” he added. The seemed to shake her like a thunderbolt!


“Randi, another sex toy I own, a lot like you, only I think she likes girls a bit.”

Apprehension overtook the naked girl, she was suddenly trying to cope with the concept of sharing him, and possibly fending off the advances of a predatory lesbian!

“She’s very nice, I assure you. The two of you will get along famously.” He added, watching her struggle with his evidently superior opinion against her childhood trained fears. He threw in something else to get her mind on something else, “I’d like you to try harder to wear sexier outfits around the house too.”

“Okay Bob, if you’d like that, I’ll see what I can do.”

Soon he’d finished eating. He pushed his chair out and watched her clean the plate before her.

“Since you are being so helpful this morning, you’d better take care of another little detail right now.”

“Oh, what...?” she looked puzzled. He beckoned her to him.

She had the same sexy walk without the encumbering clothing although, he felt, some concealment added a touch to the effect. She stepped to him and brushed her hair back over her shoulders.

“Kneel down.” still puzzled she did, “now you are going to blow me.”

Shocked, she shook her head with terror, as though he was about to throw her to wild tigers. He grinned.

“You will do this for me, but since you are frightened, why don’t you tell me what scares you about going down on me.”

“I, I just couldn’t take your th.., cock in my mouth! Its dirty! and, er, disgusting...” He eased each of her fears aside within her, as she mentioned them. Taking control of her volitional muscles he began bringing her lips to his prick. He pushed the control to the point her lips opened and that favorite little pink tongue he liked to watch snaked out and slid across the head of his organ. Gawd, that felt good.

“I, <gulp>, can’t do this. It, <slurp> its vulgar!” She said between licks. He firmly took a handful of the long dark hair in his fist, holding it so she couldn’t move away. Not that this was necessary, but it felt so good to hold while he fucked her tender face.

“You’ll do it, and probably find you like it.” a fact he was sure of, although he didn’t enforce this enjoyment on her part yet. “Open up a bit.”

Taking the head into her mouth she rolled his cock between both sets of teeth. She was still somewhat repulsed at this demanding method of entry to her body, but she was showing determination to please Bob.

“Eventually, I will take your ass too. You should get used to the idea that I will take you whenever and where-ever I want. Agreed?” He pulled out to let her speak.

“Oh, uh, yes Bob, any time, any place.” She dove into her new task with energy, if not experience. He relented a little, opening the paths of symbols that would allow her enjoyment while blowing him. She became more enthusiastic, almost immediately. She found any loose edge or surface on his prick to reach her tongue around. He started pulling her head towards him, starting her retching from the autonomic response of gagging. He allowed her to pull back to recover. While she did he moved her hands for her to wrap around his cock, she got the idea quickly and massaged it until she could get her lips back in place around her new project. He thrust towards the back of her throat and allowed his orgasm to build.

“I’mmm commming,” he admitted as he pushed towards the back of her mouth. She looked concerned, but as his semen lurched from his penis to her mouth she closed her eyes and swallowed. Pulling back, while he was still coming, some of his come splattered over her face.

He settled back, enjoying the post orgasm buzz.

She reached for a napkin. He stopped her hand with his. She looked quizzically at him.

“You will clean up after breakfast without removing the semen from your face. This will serve to remind you who you belong to. Then you may take a shower and dress. Get to work.”

“Yes Bob.” she responded.

“One more thing.”


“When we are alone or with my other sex toys, you will address me as ‘master’.” She looked down, as though this was another slap in the face. But he could feel the humiliation bringing heat to her loins. It would wait, just as he’d waited months before taking her.

“Yes master.” was the simple reply.

He zipped up his pants.

* * *

“Hello?” came the woman’s voice on the phone.

“Randi, this is Bob.”

“Yes, Bo..., er master?”

“I want you to start the process to move in here, you will find Betty here this afternoon. She will give you a copy of the house key.” “Oh yes!, I mean, yes master!” She’d certainly turned, he thought. “One other thing. You don’t touch her. Do you hear me?”

“Yes master.”

“She will have as much right to tell you what to do as I do, at least for now, do you understand?”

“Um, yes master.”

“Bye.” Click.

* * *

About noon, the doorbell rang. Pretty quick for Randi to get here, thought Bob. Since Betty was in the shower, he knew she hadn’t stepped out to get anything.

At the door was a tall woman, about 5′11″ wearing a dress suit in gray. She had very short brownish hair, almost as if it had been shaved off and had just grown back in enough to look presentable. She was slender, very busty, and had attractive ankles showing above the flats she was wearing.

“Hello.” she said in a deep throaty voice. A whiskey tenor perhaps.

“How may I help you?” he asked. The temptation to reach out and probe this stranger was strong, but he resisted.

“May I come in? The institute knows me by face and may have searchers anywhere.”

“The what?” He replied, stunned by the implication that she had found him, rather than the other way around.

“At the mall Friday, you diverted them away from me. Please?” She waved her hand inwards.

Bob stood aside, letting the other telepath into his home, wondering what her story was.