The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter Seven

After Patrick had put Donna to bed, he heard someone knocking on the back door. Curious, he climbed the stairs to see who was there. Looking through the window, he was surprised to see Nikki standing there in her Hooter’s outfit. Patrick decided that even though he preferred Donna, that was no reason to discard Nikki. As he swung the door open, he took his time to admire her. Her sexy breasts were hugged by the white Hooters tank top that was a size too small. She looked a little different. He wasn’t sure if he liked the look. She looked a little too much like some of the freshmen girls that he had just left at his high school.

Nikki couldn’t keep her eyes off of Patrick as he opened the door. “God, he’s so sexy. He’s so powerful standing there,” she thought as she stood there with one leg crossed over the other. “Ummm, I hope you don’t mind me coming over.” Nikki felt so aroused and giddy from standing in front of Patrick. The thought that she was this close to him made her feel strangely docile.

Patrick smiled as he finished looking Nikki over and said, “Not at all. Your timing couldn’t have been better.”

“Oh, goodie!” squealed Nikki as she hopped inside the foyer and gave Patrick a hug and a peck on his cheek. While not her intention initially, Nikki couldn’t help but rub her breasts against Patrick as she moaned quietly from the sensations that traveled southward from her breasts. Patrick took advantage of Nikki’s closeness to cup her bottom, locking her body against his.

“Oh, Mr. White,” cooed Nikki, not fully understanding why she referred to Patrick that way. She rationalized that it was just a way of flirting with Patrick, but even those thoughts were pushed into the background by the thrill of knowing that he wanted to touch her.

Patrick also wondered about the way Nikki referred to him, but his cock pushed up against her stomach and reminded him of the need that was built up by conditioning his sister. “Do you mind me holding you like this, Nikki?”

“Oh, no, Mis...Patrick. I’ll do anything for you.” Nikki moaned a little. A delicious tingle moved through her, as she confessed her willingness to do anything for Mr. White. For some reason, it was easier for Nikki to think of Patrick in that way even though she knew she shouldn’t call him that. She was older than he was, wasn’t she?

Nikki felt so good being held against him while looking up at him. Wonderful shudders seemed to originate everywhere his body touched hers and one place where her body wasn’t touching his – at least not yet. Nikki couldn’t remember ever being this wet before. Especially nice was the hard rod that was pressed against her flat stomach. But the best feeling of all was the giddy feeling of being in Mr. White’s arms.

Patrick looked down at Nikki, smiling. “You seem to be enjoying my company, Nikki.” To accentuate the point, Patrick decided to move one of his hands to Nikki’s breasts, teasing her erect nipple.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, yessssss!” Nikki moaned. The incredible pleasure seemed to trigger images of her kneeling in front of Mr. White making her feel even more docile. A part of her thought that she shouldn’t be feeling this way, but she loved him so and she wanted to please him so much.

Patrick’s need was so great, that he led her into living room and took her there. It took some time and struggle for Nikki to get out of her panty hose, but soon Patrick was happily sliding between her long legs. Nikki couldn’t believe her body’s response as soon as Patrick slid into her. It was like a switch went off! She started cumming immediately, feeling more and more docile and in love with Mr. White the more he pistoned in and out of her. After several intense orgasms, Patrick came in her as she professed her love for him.

Despite being a little tired from being filled so completely by Patrick, Nikki was snuggling and teasing him trying to get him to take her again. But Patrick had other ideas. He was curious about the way Nikki was acting and knew he needed to know more if he was going to properly use the potion.

Patrick reached over to his shirt lying on the couch next to him and pulled out one of his vials. Despite being so fixated on Patrick, Nikki’s eyes were drawn to the pretty blue potion. Soon, she had drunk the potion and was laying dazed against him. She seemed to be disoriented even longer than the first time she took the potion. Eventually, she started rousing.

“What?” Nikki slurred. After shaking out the cobwebs, Nikki grew silent before she said, “You did something to me. You must have. Until a few moments ago, I didn’t remember the first time we had sex. How could I forgot something as incredible as that?”

Patrick was worried that she would react like Donna had and was ready to tell Nikki not to move, but instead, Nikki smiled. Patrick reached over to Nikki’s hard nipples and started pinching them.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you’re so incredible, lover,” Nikki said as she snuggled closer to Patrick.

“Do you know what I did to you?”

“Not really, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re with me and I love you!” Nikki exclaimed. After thinking about it for a while, she said, “You made me feel that way! You naughty boy!” Nikki stuck her tongue in Mr. White’s ear and squealed when she felt his cock stirring.

“It doesn’t bother you that I made you feel this way?” asked Patrick.

Nikki, smile beamed brighter and she exclaimed, “I love you! That’s all that matters. I’ll do anything for you and that includes letting you change me if it makes you happy.”

Patrick realized that the potion’s effect on Nikki was much more extreme than it’s effect on Donna. He realized that he needed to find out more about how the potion affects girls. “Why did you call me Mr. White earlier?”

Nikki thought for a while before she said, “It just feels natural to think of you that way.”

Patrick asked, “How do you think of me, exactly, honey?”

Patrick could see Nikki flush a little at his term of endearment before she smiled and answered, “I think of you as an older man and myself as a teenager. When you told me to have a crush on you, I first thought of Mr. Moore, my other crush and the way I was then. Do you think that’s why I’m acting like a teenager?”

Patrick hadn’t intended to turn her into a teenager. He was just out of high school and preferred someone that didn’t remind him of the freshman and sophomore girls he had left behind. It appeared that Nikki was so easily conditioned that the stray image of her being a teenager with a crush on him was enough to regress her. He wondered if he created other unintentional changes to Nikki.

“I think we can fix that,” said Patrick after thinking a little. “How else do you feel different?”

“I love you,” Nikki responded with a smile as she pressed her breasts into his chest. “That’s really cute. How else do you feel differently?”

“Well, you really turn me on and I feel really submissive toward you,” Nikki replied, a little worried that Patrick thought her love was “cute.” Despite her worry, she couldn’t stop running her hands over his delicious cock. It was like he was the center of her world.

He had heard that word before, but he wasn’t sure he fully understood it. At first he was embarrassed to admit to Nikki that he wasn’t sure of the meaning, but he remembered that she wouldn’t remember any of this. What’s more, she was so in love with him, he didn’t think she could think badly about him.

“Nikki, explain to me what you mean when you said that you feel really submissive toward me.”

“I just like doing things for you,” she explained. “I like pleasing you and I especially like for you to tell me to do things. It’s really sexy.”

Patrick’s cock hardened even more at Nikki’s explanation. He decided he liked that unintentional change. While he didn’t want to introduce too many changes at one time, he decided he liked her submissive.

“Nikki, I want you to picture yourself wearing sexy clothing for me. You’re 22 years old, feeling even more submissive than you do right now. Your love for me is just as great as it is now, but it is completely unselfish. My happiness means everything to you and it doesn’t matter how many girls I spend my time with because you know that makes me happy.”

Patrick watched as Nikki started staring off, certain that she was picturing the right image as he said, “Nikki, now say, ‘I love being so submissive to you. It makes me wet just thinking of obeying you. I can’t help but do whatever you ask, it just makes me feel so incredibly aroused. Being helpless for you gives me so much pleasure.’”

As Nikki started repeating her conditioning phrase, a part of her realized that Patrick was manipulating her, but those concerns melted as she felt Patrick’s mouth sucking on one of her nipples and a finger sliding into her wet pussy.

Nikki moaned, “Oh godddddd! I love being so submissive to you. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. It makes me wet just thinking of obeying you. I can’t help but do whatever you ask, it just makes me feel so incredibly aroused. Yessssssss! Being helpless for you gives me so much pleasure.”

Nikki’s malleable mind was already associating the luscious sensations with the images playing in her mind and the words she was saying. “Oh, Patrick!” she cried as she humped her hips in a futile attempt to feel his body against hers.

Patrick liked the way that Nikki’s body needed his attention. “Tease your clit while saying it again with the same image but also thinking how much you love me changing you into my perfect dream girl.”

The image Patrick commanded leapt to Nikki’s mind as she cried, “Yes, Patrick! I love being so submissive to Patrick. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! It makes me wet just thinking of obeying him. Ohhhhhhhhh, I’m so horny for you! I can’t help but do whatever you ask, it just makes me feel so incredibly aroused. Being helpless for you gives me so much pleasure.”

Nikki was moaning, loving the fact that Patrick was changing her into his perfect pet. She was so close to cumming, but she wanted his cock in her.

“Please, Patrick, fuck me,” Nikki begged.

Patrick mounted Nikki and smiled as he said, “Again.”

“Thank you! Ohhhhhhhhhh god!” Nikki was surprised as Patrick’s cock slid into her triggering the first of many orgasms. Thanks to her prior conditioning, she associated the most intense orgasms with him fucking her. “I love being so submissive to you! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh god, it makes me wet just thinking of obeying you! I can’t stop and I can’t help but do whatever you ask...Ohhhhhhhhhhh...it just makes me feel so incredibly aroused. Yessssssssss! Being helpless for you gives me so much pleasure.”

Nikki continued babbling parts of her conditioning phrase as Patrick’s hard cock continued to plunge into her tight wetness. As much as Nikki wanted the sensations to subside, she couldn’t help but feel orgasm after orgasm attack her soft body. For the first time, Nikki passed out in the middle of one of her orgasms. Not so much from the effects of the potion, but from the constant stream of orgasms she experienced thanks to the time it took Patrick to cum after his earlier orgasms. Even with her consciousness taken from her, Nikki’s body continued to respond as conditioned, cumming with each stroke of Patrick’s cock. Eventually, Patrick came with a groan and Nikki’s body could finally find some peace as Patrick’s cock softened and he rolled off her.

After catching his breath, Patrick cleaned himself off and then roused Nikki. He considered having her sleep with him tonight, but didn’t want to explain anything to Donna yet. Nikki reluctantly agreed to go home, unable to disobey Patrick.

Chapter Eight

Patrick was in that state between sleep and wakefulness when he saw Briana looking into a pan of water. The young witch had golden blonde hair and the type of firm breasts only teenagers could have. Despite his escapades with Nikki and Donna the night before, Patrick’s cock hardened at the sight of her. Somehow, he knew that she was looking for him. He was concerned, but the same sense that told him that she was looking for him, also told him that she was frustrated. His growing consciousness gently pushed his dream away even though he wished he could learn more about Briana and the threat she posed to him.

The vision passed, so he struggled out of bed and took a nice long shower to wash the sleep from his eyes. After getting out of the shower, he noticed that Donna’s door was open, but no where to be found. Upstairs, he found a short note on the refrigerator. “I went to get my nails done. I’ll be back by 9. Coffee in the maker and fresh muffins in the oven.” There was a smiley face and a big D signed at the bottom. It wasn’t the typical note he was used to seeing from his sister.

As he started buttering the fourth muffin, he heard the garage door opening signaling Donna’s return. Soon, the kitchen door opened and Donna stepped in wearing a cute pink and white patterned halter dress that Patrick decided certainly fit the bill of showing off her breasts, legs and figure.

“Hi, sleepyhead,” Donna said with a smile as she sat down next to him, crossing her legs in a way that couldn’t help but draw Patrick’s attention. He smiled when he noticed that Donna’s delicate fingers ended in long nails painted a bright red.

“Don’t tell me you just woke up,” she said as she lightly tapped his arm. Donna couldn’t help but notice Patrick’s eyes drawn to her legs and she smiled in spite of herself. Even if it was only Patrick, it felt good to have him look at her body.

“It’s only 8:30,” he replied. “Thanks for the muffins and the coffee,” Patrick said in between bites noticing that Donna’s hand was lingering at his arm.

“What are your plans for today, sis?”

“I thought you’d like to just hang out together. We haven’t had much chance to talk since I got back. You must have some questions. We’re going to be at the same school after all.”

Donna didn’t even seem to be aware that she was touching his arm as she was chatting with Patrick. Occasionally, she would shift her chair so that he could get a better look at her legs or bend over so he could see more of her cleavage. He guessed that the conditioning she underwent last night was affecting her in ways she wasn’t even aware. Patrick was excited that she was being so attentive to him that he decided to postpone her next conditioning session to see how things would progress without another session.

Patrick nodded, “I know, but I figured we have a bit of time to talk about school and I was hoping to relax for at least a few weeks before having to think about school again. But, I’d love to chat with you about other things.”

Donna beamed, “I’d like that.” Donna wasn’t sure why it felt so good that her brother wanted to chat with her. It just did. Donna, then flipped her legs so that they were crossed the other way, drawing Patrick’s attention to her long, exposed legs. The feeling of the satiny material of her pantyhose rubbing against each other and Patrick’s attention sent tingles through her that disoriented her momentarily.

“You know for someone that used to hate dressing like a girl, you seem to be handling it pretty well.”

“What do you mean?” queried Donna as she wondered about the incredible changes she had gone through the last couple of days. Patrick noticed that Donna had withdrawn a little and decided to see if he could bring out the new Donna.

“I didn’t know that you got your nails done, sis,” he said. “Of course, mom always said that it was a great way to get guys to notice how sexy you are.”

Donna involuntarily sucked in air through her mouth at the thought of guys noticing how sexy she was. She was just barely able to resist reaching under her dress and tease herself with her long, sexy nails. Her shy, confused demeanor changed into someone very confident with her sexuality. Still, her arousal left her a little disoriented.

Donna said, “I don’t know what you mean. I just like dressing nice.”

“Well, how do you walk in those heels, for instance? I thought they took a lot of practice.”

Donna blushed. “It took a little bit of practice, but it came back to me. The other day when I went to the mall with Mom, it didn’t take long for me to put on her dress. I spent most of the time in her room practicing walking with heels again. I used to wear Mom’s heels when I was younger. I liked dressing up and mom even bought me a pair of heels that I used to wear all the time until I was 13. I stopped doing that when my Dad died. I guess I didn’t feel like being all fancy when he died.”

Patrick consoled Donna by rubbing her back and said, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

Donna wiped the tears away and smiled. “It’s okay. I appreciate you being so nice to me.” A part of her was a little uneasy how nice it felt to have Patrick rub her back. She unconsciously leaned in closer to him as Patrick stopped the rubbing, but still left his arm around her back. Even though she liked being so close to him, she reluctantly pulled away from him.

“This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be so close to him,” she thought even as a part of her dissented at being deprived of the warmth from his touch. Donna’s mind wandered to things that Patrick might enjoy doing and hit on an idea. “Would you like to play Play Station with me?” she asked, touching his arm again.

Patrick looked at Donna with feigned suspicion and said, “You’ve never been into video games before. Why are you being nice to me?”

“I just felt like doing something nice for you, silly. Can’t a big sister do something nice for her brother.” A part of her wondered why she was being so nice to Patrick, but those thoughts were quickly swept away by a feeling of respect and fondness.

“Okay, but don’t expect me to be too easy on you,” Patrick said with a smile. Inwardly, he was enjoying the way that she was touching him and seemed so focused on him.

“I may have ways of distracting you,” Donna responded. “Why am I flirting with my own brother,” she thought, pulling away her hand that she had just noticed was touching his arm.

Patrick stood up and said, “You’re on,” leading the way to the family room. Patrick brought the piano bench in front of the T.V. so that they didn’t have to sit on the floor playing the game. “Name your game, sis.”

Donna figured that she had the best shot at Tetris Worlds, so she told him to set it up for the basic two player game. She had always done well with manipulating the shapes and thought she could still beat her little brother. Donna sat down on the piano bench and crossed her ankles, her legs at an angle showing off more leg that she would have just a couple of days ago. Patrick pushed the start button and sat down next to Donna. Soon both were engrossed in the game. They were evenly matched. Donna’s better spacial abilities were offset by Patrick’s experience with the controller.

At level 9, Patrick paused the machine and said, “Let’s make this interesting. The winner gets one truth or dare.”

“You’re on, Tigger.”

The shapes started falling faster and faster. Donna shifted a little, rubbing her leg against Patrick trying to distract him a little. Donna smiled as she noticed that he let an “L” shape fall blocking a column that needed to be filled. Encouraged, she leaned forward making sure that he could see down the front of her halter dress. Even though his half of the screen started filling up a little more with mismatched shapes, she wasn’t fully aware that her attempts at distraction were also arousing her.

Patrick decided that since Donna was trying to distract him, he should return the favor. Pulling his hand away from the controller momentarily, he reached down and stroked the inside of her thigh. Her eyes closed momentarily as she moaned softly. She was already so horny that even that relatively innocent gesture sent thrills through her. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see that she had several levels of rubbish she had to remove from her side of the screen.

“Hey, no fair!” Donna cried, embarrassed that she was so easily distracted.

“What? You’re not ticklish are you?”

Not wanting to explain what she felt wasn’t ticklish, Donna was quiet as she worked to lower the level of the blocks. As hard as she tried to focus, the thought of Patrick looking at her legs and breasts kept distracting her from getting the blocks under control. By now, Patrick had removed most of the blocks that had previously filled his screen and Donna was struggling to keep the faster falling blocks from going over the top. Donna thought about distracting Patrick again, but before she could do so, a long rectangle block filled the top of the screen, causing her to lose the game.

“I can’t believe you tickled me to win,” Donna exclaimed.

“You started it, sis. So what will it be, truth or dare?”

Donna thought about her options. She knew that Patrick could be merciless with dares, so she decided to risk the possible embarrassment of a truth.

“What’s the best sex you’ve ever experienced?” Patrick asked, after Donna had made her choice.

Donna blushed, “How can you ask that of your own sister!” She was tempted to respond with a joke or avoid the question, but she felt it wouldn’t be fair to Patrick. She had agreed to play and she was the one that started the distractions, after all. “To renege on their deal wouldn’t be nice,” she thought.

With a sigh, she said, “I only had two experiences ever. The best one was a couple of years ago. I was over at Jennifer’s house. It was during the day and Jen’s parents weren’t home. I was having a pillow fight with Jen. Jen hit me with a pillow just right and it caused my buttons to fly off and my blouse to pop open. My boobs were just hanging out. Jen was stunned, just gaping at my open blouse. I eventually covered myself up. I told Jen that I should go home and change my blouse, but she was already teasing my nipples. My heart was already pumping from the pillow fight, but exposing myself and the way she touched me really got me hot. We ended up kissing and licking each other. I don’t think I was very good at it, but she made me cum twice. The only other time I have to compare it with was with Josh and he didn’t make me cum, but he didn’t seem all that interested in me cumming. Jen and I never did it again. I think I was a little homophobic about it all and Jen could sense that and never pushed it.”

“Wow, are you bi, Donna?”

“I don’t know. I think I could be, but when I fantasize it’s always about guys, so I don’t think so.”

“Who and what have you fantasized about?”

“Hey! You only get one truth,” Donna exclaimed with a smile and a playful slap on his arm. “I answered an extra question about me being bi, so I should get a truth question, too.”

“You volunteered the answer, sis, but I’ll answer the same question I asked you. Is that fair?”

After Donna agreed, Patrick immediately started lying. The truth was that the best time he ever had was when he had been conditioning her and came with his cock rubbing on her soft bottom, but knew he couldn’t say that. Instead, he told her his second best experience. “I recently slept with Nikki Manheim. I had such a crush on her when I was little and it was so sexy getting to fulfill that fantasy. I don’t know if it will happen again, she’s a little older than we are, but I think she liked it. I know I did.”

“Wow,” Donna exclaimed as she thought, “I wouldn’t have thought that Nikki was in his league.” Donna abruptly discarded that thought when a part of her decided that she wasn’t being very nice. Donna looked down and saw that all this talk about sex had definitely caused Patrick to become aroused. Strangely, she didn’t feel that offended by his reaction. Instead, she said, “I can tell that you enjoyed it with Nikki,” looking down at his pants. “I’ll just turn around so you can adjust yourself and then we can talk about other things.”

Chapter Nine

Even though Donna was being really nice, Patrick had no intention of changing the subject or letting her turn around. Instead, he pulled out another vial of potion. The desire to see her try to resist won over his promise to her. As expected, Donna’s eyes glazed over. One suggestion later, she had swallowed the contents of the vial. This time, Patrick was ready for her reaction after her initial disorientation.

“Talk quietly, don’t do anything that would hurt me and don’t try to escape,” Patrick commanded as soon as Donna became aware of where she was.

Donna placed her face in her hands and cried, “God! How could you do this to me? Not only do you have me flirting with you and showing off my body to you, you’re turning me into a slut!”

“Then you won’t mind continuing the fashion show we had last night. What was the most embarrassing outfit you bought yesterday, huh, Donna?”

Darts would have exited Donna’s eyes if it were possible, but she had to answer, “A blue sheer mesh babydoll with matching thong, garter belt and stockings from Victoria’s Secret. Mom suggested it and I couldn’t resist when I thought about how it would look on me.” Donna’s embarrassment caused her anger to dissipate for a while, then return as she said, “You made me want that, you fuckhead!”

“Go put it on, but leave off the thong,” Patrick said, upset with Donna’s bitchy attitude.

“I didn’t intend for anyone to see me in it, let alone you!” cried Donna as she blushed. She stood up indignantly and stomped out of the room to her new outfits. As Patrick followed her down to her room, he thought about his potion. He realized that the conditioning held, but that didn’t necessarily mean that it was irresistible. Watching her sexy bottom head down the stairs, he wondered how far she could be conditioned.

Donna closed the door and Patrick didn’t stop her, because he wanted to see the full effect of Donna’s outfit all at once. He just said, “After you’ve put it on, come into my bedroom.”

Donna soon came into his room, standing just inside the doorway looking at Patrick sitting at his desk. Patrick’s hard on quickly returned. The scoop neck, high cut sides, mesh fabric and short, short length of the baby doll left little to the imagination. Mom and Donna had correctly chosen sky blue as one of her signature colors. It matched her striking blue eyes and contrasted well with her complexion and black hair. After quickly scanning Donna’s figure as she walked toward him, Patrick looked at her more closely starting from her feet, up. He noticed that she had changed into higher 4 inch high heels that matched the blue outfit. The heels shaped her legs and created a delightful arch to the top of her feet. His eyes traveled up her stocking-clad legs that seemed to be more than half her height. The stockings ended three-quarters up her knee, where lacy ribbons ran from the stocking tops to her garter belt. The bottom of the baby doll would barely cover her pussy even if it weren’t made of a gauzy material. The high cut sides and see through material allowed Patrick to enjoy Donna’s flat stomach, thin waist and girlish hips. The scoop neckline showed a little cleavage above the strappy baby doll that the mesh material bared for Patrick’s pleasure.

For the first time, Patrick realized that Donna bore an amazing resemblance to Victoria’s Secret model Heather Stewart-Whythe. Well, at least the pictures of Heather he had downloaded from the net for his masturbatory pleasure. He guessed that Heather was in her mid-30s now.

Donna felt so embarrassed as she stood on display for her younger stepbrother. She noticed the shape of his cock through his dockers and realized that he was aroused. Her anger blazed through her embarrassment as she said, “You pervert! Are you getting off seeing me in this ridiculous outfit? You have a fetish for women in lingerie, don’t you?”

Donna pushed the wrong button. Instead of just getting mad, Patrick decided to get even. “I like seeing girls looking feminine, but you’ve given me a great idea, Donna. Imagine yourself helplessly aroused just because you’re wearing stockings and high heels. Place your finger on your slit and slide it up and down as you say, ‘I have a fetish for stockings and high heels. They make me feel so soft and feminine, that I can’t help but become aroused from wearing them. There’s nothing like an orgasm when I’m wearing them.’”

Donna was powerless to disobey her brother. Her hand moved to between her legs and lingered at her wet slit. Despite her attempt to think of anything else, her mind conjured up her image helplessly aroused just because she was wearing her new baby blue stockings and high heels as she said, “I have a fetish...ohhhhhh, please don’t do this to me...I’m sorry for being mean to you...a fetish for stockings and high heels...mmmmmmmmm. They make me feel so soft and feminine...oh god, it feels even better than before! I can’t help but become aroused from wearing them...ohhhhhhhh! There’s nothing like an orgasm when I’m wearing them.”

Donna was so lost in her sexual torture, she didn’t even notice that she had moved further into Patrick’s room or that her legs had buckled and that she was splayed out on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open for Patrick to see.

“Good girl! Again!” Patrick commanded.

“Please, you’re going to turn me into a slut...I have a fetish for stockings...mmmmmmmmm...and high heels...ohhhhhhhhhhh that feels sooo good! They make me feel...ohhhhhhhh...so soft and feminine...why can’t I stop this...I can’t help but become aroused from wearing them...goddddd! There’s nothing like an orgasm when I’m wearing them. Why is it affecting me so quickly?”

“It’s probably because it’s building on your prior conditioning. You already like dressing sexy and showing off your legs and figure and feeling soft and feminine, it’s only a short step from there to having a fetish for stocking and high heels.”

Following Patrick’s commands, Donna repeated her conditioning phrase several times while teasing herself into a sexual frenzy and once while she had to refrain from touching herself. Patrick couldn’t believe how aroused and sexy his sister looked. If Donna was upset about his erection earlier, she’d be furious if she’d only realize. But, she was so far gone that she didn’t notice anything except her own desires and needs.

“Ohhhhhhhhh...I have a fetish for stockings and high heels...ohhhhhhhhhhh! They make me feel so soft...need to cum so badly, please...and feminine that I can’t help but become aroused...godddddddd...from wearing them...mmmmmmm. There’s nothing like an orgasm when I’m wearing them.”

“Do you really mean that, Donna?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please let me cum.”

“First, you’re going to have to prove to me that you really mean it.”

Donna couldn’t believe how easily she had been conditioned. She really did have a thing for stockings and heels now. She could feel the way her body responded to wearing them, especially the stockings. “Ohhhhhhh, I do! I really have a fetish for stockings and heels...ohhhhhhhhhh. They’re so sexy, I’m getting wetter and wetter just from wearing them...mmmmmmmmm. You’ll see, I’ll be wearing them as often as I can...goddddddd please let me cum!”

“Okay, Donna, you may cum intensely for me but only while imagining yourself wearing sexy stockings and heels. Now mind you, I don’t ever want you dressing slutty, you should always be dressed appropriately. Understand?”

“Oh goddddddd...yessssssssss...thank you...thank you...I have a fetish for stockings and heels! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, soooooo good!” The intensity and number of orgasms surprised both Patrick and Donna even after the last evening as her words mutated into a babbling of mixed up words from her conditioning phrase. Donna laid there with a satisfied but glazed look on her face. She was squirming a little from the arousal she felt as a result of the stockings and heels she wore.

Patrick decided to finish his afternoon’s conditioning of Donna in her room. He picked her up and she unwittingly leaned her head against his chest and sighed at the feeling of being so close to a male body. She was oblivious to the fact that she was nuzzling Patrick as he walked the few yards to her bedroom. He deposited Donna on her bed, stealing a little caress of her breast as he left her limp body ready for further training.

“I think we need to work a little more on your respect, Donna,” said Patrick.

“No more, please,” groaned Donna. Although she desperately wanted to avoid any more conditioning, she felt her arousal begin to climb at the thought of the incredible sensations she would soon be experiencing.

“Donna, I want you to imagine yourself being kind, respectful and thoughtful to me. While you’re imagining this, you will tease your pussy and your nipples. At the same time, say ‘I respect my brother. I will always be kind and nice to him. He deserves my respect and my utmost kindness. It is only right.”

“Oh, please, I’ll be good. Don’t...I respect my brother...ohhhhhhh god I’m so sensitive down there...I will always be kind...mmmmmmm...and nice to him...oh that’s soooo good. He deserves my respect...sooooooo good...my utmost kindness. I can’t believe how good this feels! It’s only right.”

“I guess touching yourself with stockings and heels on is particularly arousing, huh Donna?”

Donna blushed, thinking how true it was. The feel of the stockings were sending delicious tingles through her, moving all over her body, but always ending between her legs.

Patrick adjusted his hardness and once again resisted the temptation to sample his stepsister’s charms. “Again. Same images and words.”

Even though Donna knew that begging was useless, she needed to express to her brother how much she wanted to resist his manipulations. “Don’t you know this...ohhhhh god...is so wrong...I respect my brother. I will...mmmmmmmy legs are tingling so much...always be kind and nice to him...ohhhhhhhh I can’t believe how good this feels! He deserves my respect and my utmost kindness...please, it feels so good. It is only right. Patrick, please, the pleasure is so good it’s going to be easier to condition me. You have to change me back before it’s too late.”

Patrick would have been moved by Donna’s plea, but his hard cock wouldn’t listen. Instead, he just had Donna repeat her conditioning phrase several times with different images of her being kind, respectful and thoughtful of him, sometimes while she was stimulating herself and sometimes without. After the last few times, Patrick could tell from Donna’s demeanor that this part of her conditioning had already taken hold. “Donna, how do you feel about me?”

Donna struggled with the need that her fingers and fetish were creating in her, but the need was so great. “Ohhhhh Patrick...I respect you so much. I know you’re making me feel that way, but I can’t help it. It’s so hard to think or focus enough to stop your conditioning. Please, will you let me cum now?” Donna couldn’t help but flash on images of her being kind and respectful to Patrick while she pleaded with him. Realizing that the conditioning had been successful, Patrick let Donna cum while imagining herself many times more respectful of him.

For the first time, Patrick was not disappointed when he saw Donna’s eyes glazing over after her orgasm took her consciousness. He started moving toward her, unbuckling his belt, anticipating the incredible sensation of being surrounded by her warm, wetness. As he started to climb on Donna’s bed, his right foot bumped into the metal foot of her bed.

“Shit!” exclaimed Patrick, wanting to kick the bed in frustration before realizing what he had been about to do to Donna. Patrick backed away, scarcely believing that he was about to fuck his unconscious sister. A part of him tried to rationalize it by saying she was his stepsister, but he knew that was no justification. His gaze kept moving to where her red fingernails marked the point between her legs that he wanted to enter.

“I have to get out of here,” thought Patrick, as he backed his way out of Donna’s bedroom, buckling up his pants in the process. Soon, he was in his car driving down the mountain, letting the cool breeze clear his mind.