The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

That’s a good little slut, my inner dom groaned silently. Just like that.

In my lap, Sammy’s blonde head bobbed slowly up and down, taking my entire length deep in her throat. Her mouth was hot and silky around me, and the insistent pressure of her sucking was heavenly.

Such a perfect, obedient cocksucker…

I smiled luxuriantly, enjoying the banter of my newly discovered alter ego. Sammy had been steadily going down on me for at least five minutes, her blue eyes locked on my face except for the moments when she shivered with lust and closed them as she focused entirely on the sensation of my thick cock hitting the back of her throat.

My friend moaned, one hand massaging a round, buoyant tit while the other dove between her legs to slide wetly in and out of her dripping snatch. I loved the fact that she was just as turned on as I was; this busty, sculpted goddess getting soaking wet just from taking my cock between her full lips.

I felt the vibrations of her lustful groans travel up my shaft, the sensation indescribably erotic. “That’s a good girl,” I murmured, running a hand through her hair lovingly. Fucking incredible girl, my inner dom added.

I felt completely in control. It was as if my destiny, for the first time, was entirely in my own hands. 24 hours ago this sexy, blonde goddess would never have imagined that she would be kneeling before me submissively, wanting nothing more than my thick shaft thrusting between her perfect lips. I had been so deeply entrenched in the friend zone that she had changed clothes in front of me before, completely naked, unaware of the massive hard-on that I had instantly acquired admiring her long, athletic legs and perky bubble butt. Luckily, I had gone through Belgium, escaping the zone and taking her completely by surprise. Now, her only thoughts were devoted solely to my pleasure.

You do have control, my inner doom told me with a swaggering conference I couldn’t help but admire. You control Sammy, Eliza and Marcella. Soon, you’ll control Hannah as well. Your little harem of obedient submissives will be complete. I could still hardly believe it, but looking around I saw the evidence firsthand. Beside me on the leather couch Marcella and Eliza at were making out frantically, their big, bouncy tits squashed together so that their nipples disappeared. They looked good, I realized without surprise as I admired dusky cocoa skin and deeply tawny tan slide sensuously across one another. The two women were whimpering with pleasure, eyes closed as they gave themselves entirely over to the sensations. I couldn’t wait to wake up one morning with one of them on either side of me. I just hoped that when I left the escape room this perfect little world of fantasy would still be real.

Between my spread knees, Sammy mindlessly sucked up and down, her only thought a desire to give and receive pleasure. I watched her full, pillowy lips as they wrapped around my shaft, her mouth making a hot little ‘O’ in her stunning face that I wanted to thrust myself into until I came down her throat.

Lifting my hips, I decided to do just that.

Sammy didn’t even gag as I thrust my cock deeper, claiming her mouth like I’d claimed her pussy not even hours before. In fact, my movements as I gripped her by the hair and fucked her face made her moan again. She was louder this time as she enjoyed the sensation of my ownership.

“Who do you belong to?” I asked the sexy blonde, feeling my balls tighten as climax grew closer and closer

“—ou, -aster,” she responded, her voice muffled by my girthy prick. She relaxed back on her knees, letting me have my way with her. Her eyes stared up at me with a look of total submission.

“What are you?” I grunted. Sammy’s lips sealed around me and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked desperately. No. Fucking. Way. The rational part of my mind still couldn’t comprehend what it was seeing — my perfect wet dream, a busty pinup girl kneeling between my legs getting off with my cock pounding into her mouth.

“—our -bedient -laything,” came the answer.

Fuck that’s hot. The sensation of Sammy’s voice as it vibrated around my cock was too much, pushing me over the edge. Her big breasts bounced as she took me thrust for thrust. As my hot spunk spurted down her throat Sammy came with a muffled moan and a shuddering spasm that rippled through her entire body. She pulled back, catching at least half of my seed in her mouth, her coaxing mouth sucking hard to milk the last few drops from my aching balls.

What’re you up to, you little minx? my inner dom pondered, but Sammy’s intentions quickly became clear. The couch moved beneath me as Marcella and Eliza broke free of each other’s embrace and scooted off rapidly, kneeling down by Sammy with one on each side. Eliza was the first to receive her treat, Sammy turning and letting her slim hand reach up to massage one breast and leaning in to kiss the other woman sensuously.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I saw Sammy’s jaw move and Eliza’s eyes sparkle with pleasure as she eagerly swallowed the taste of cum that the blonde had fed her. They broke off their kiss and Sammy turned to Marcella. The Latina didn’t wait, moaning lustfully and grabby Sammy’s face in her two hands. She pulled Sammy’s mouth to hers, enthusiastically parting her lips to swap spit and spunk with the busty blonde. I couldn’t believe how hot it was. Their tongues intertwined as I watched, and I was only able to tear my eyes away from the sexy trio when I heard a distinctive cough behind me.

Ah. Crazy Merlin… my inner dom mused as I twisted around in the leather cushions to see the source of the noise. Still not quite sure about that nickname.

The tall, bald man was leaning casually against the island in the mini kitchen behind me. He wore a broad smile under his hooked nose and behind his long beard. “You seem to be doing alright, lad,” he said, his slight foreign accent coloring his words. “But you have another gal ready for you, if you’re ready for her.” he winked, one bushy eyebrow wiggling up and down like a large, shaggy earthworm on his forehead. Then, he nodded at the huge television screen that dominated the wall across from the couch.

I turned back around to enjoy the show. On screen, a slim brunette wearing nothing but a bronze, sequined thong had stumbled into a white room with six walls and six doors. Hannah. The type-A, corporate woman was in control of herself no longer. With no specific instructions to follow, she leaned against one wall with her eyes closed, her red lips gasping and parted as she tweaked a nipple with one hand and desperately massaged her clit with the other.

CM raised his master remote to his mouth, the slim black box the piece of technology that seemingly allowed him to control all aspects of the escape room. “Hannah,” he spoke, his voice sonorous. “You have beaten three challenges and have moved on to the final contest. Pass the test in the next room, and you will have completed the escape room.”

As Merlin spoke, Hannah’s eyelids had fluttered open. Her eyes were glazed and hungry at the same time, her lips still parted slightly as she took quick, shallow breaths. I admired the indecent swell of her breasts, the smooth tautness of her midriff and the tight nubs of her nipples, obviously hard with arousal.

“Are you ready?” the wizardly figure asked into his remote, and on screen Hannah nodded, her lustrous hair tumbling over her shoulders.

The past three rooms had been opened with keycards, but I doubted she would have the presence of mind to even swipe a rectangle of plastic through a reader. Evidently Crazy Merlin felt the same. On his remote, he pressed a button, and in the white room a door slid open with the soft hiss of metal on metal.

“Then please proceed, and best of luck to you.” The older man grinned at me as I watched and then, to my surprise, walked over to the couch, skirting the three woman who lounged at my feet, and plopped down beside me.

On the megascreen, Hannah stood from her position against the wall and wobbled on unsteady legs towards the final room. I would almost have been concerned except I knew the reason she could barely walk. She had been teased and titillated within an inch of orgasm over and over for the past several hours, but never allowed release.

But that’s all changing soon, my inner dom promised as she stepped through the doorway into the next room, the camera following her closely. If all went according to plan, Hannah would soon be joining the rest of my brainwashed friends, my legion of lovers.

Not for the first time, I was in complete agreement with my new inner monologue.

The room Hannah entered was small and completely round. Like the last chamber, this one was also dimly lit. However, the hypnotically thrumming music and strobing red light were gone, replaced by the warm, yellow light of a large, round bulb hanging from the ceiling. Hannah looked around, trying to catalogue her surroundings, but was unable to focus on the task for more than a few seconds before her overwhelming arousal returned with full force. It was so powerful it almost knocked her to her knees.

The brunette’s toned body was alight with warmth, her pussy tingling in just such a way that she knew she was about to climax. She wondered what she was looking for, then realized that in each of the other rooms there had been a required outfit for the escapees to wear. No instructions, she thought, and subconsciously pondered why she was itching for orders to obey. Her eyes locked on the one piece of furniture in the room — a single pedestal in the room’s center — where several small objects lay in an orderly row. Without any commands having been given, she approached the pedestal and examined the items it held.

No way… On the pedestal were a pair of wireless headphones and a pendulum. The classic mind control device. Like magic, I felt my cock starting to rise, whatever drugs I suspected CM had been slipping me in my drinks working hard to bring my exhausted cock back to full mast. I had first found Crazy Merlin’s advertisement on a message board and discussion forum for mind control enthusiasts, and I suspected the experienced man knew that hypnosis was a particular favorite of mine.

“Hannah,” the man spoke into the remote again and the woman glanced dazedly around as she listened. “Put on the headphones.”

Hannah obeyed. Her movements were slow, as though she were moving through honey or amber. She slid the headphones over her hair so they fit snugly on top of her ears, then opened her eyes.

I loved how blank they already were, and I could imagine them growing more and more dull, more empty and mindless and obedient as she drifted deeper down into the trance. Damn. I was making myself harder already.

“In this room,” Crazy Merlin continued, “your only goal is to not fall into a relaxed, compliant trance, where your sole desire is to submit and obey. Do you understand?”

I grinned, noticing CM’s slight emphasis on the words relaxed, compliant trance and your sole desire is to submit and obey. The man was obviously experienced, and I couldn’t think of anyone better suited to the task of hypnotizing the control-freak of a brunette while I watched with leisurely pleasure.

“I understand.” Hannah’s voice was low, already approaching monotone.

I shivered, another rush of blood further inflating my cock. Then, suddenly, I realized that Merlin was giving me a meaningful look. As I glanced over, he tossed the remote in my general direction.

I caught it instinctively and shot him a confused expression. Then, his plot dawned on me. “Wait…”

The older man nodded, stroking his beard with a self-satisfied smile. “You will guide the lovely young Hannah into a trance yourself, and mould her mind to your liking. It’s all up to you now.” He sat back and clasped his hands behind his head so I couldn’t throw the remote back his way.

Fuck… I stared at the remote in my hand, then at the screen. You can do this, my inner dominant told me, his eyes sparkling with glee. This is the opportunity you’ve always wanted, deep down.

I couldn’t argue his point, but I wish I shared his confidence.

“Press the orange button to speak through her headphones,” Merlin said helpfully, obviously enjoying my internal struggle.

Fuck off, I thought in his general direction, though without any real venom, eyeing the remote warily. I shot a glance at the screen, and clenched my jaw at the sight.

Hannah was kneeling before the pedestal. Her willpower had obviously crumpled, and one hand was between her spread knees, wantonly pistoning in and out of her slick pussy, while the other twisted and pulled a nipple in her fingers.

I couldn’t say no. My inner dom was right — I had always wanted this.

“Pick up the pendulum in one hand and hold it before your eyes.” I was impressed that my voice was steady and calm as I pressed the orange button like I’d been instructed.

There was no way for me to tell if Hannah heard me, but then she reluctantly stopped playing with herself and moved to obey my instructions.

“Now let it begin to swing back and forth slowly, easily, not forcing anything.” I relaxed into the role I’d played and observed a thousand times online — the role of hypnotist, of dominant, of controller. The role of Master. “Just let your eyes relax and your gaze focus on the pendulum. Back and forth it goes, and your mind begins to follow…”

Back and forth. Deeper and deeper…

The voice was soothing and familiar to Hannah’s dazed mind, and in her state of fractured attention it took her a moment to realize why she recognized it.

Drake…? she wondered silently. For some reason, it seemed very wrong for her to be listening as her friend guided her deeper and deeper into an incredibly relaxed state, where her only desire was to hear and obey. “Deeper and deeper…” she murmured softly, still pondering whether she should ask Drake what he was doing as her eyes glazed over. She turned the problem over and over in her mind. Turned the problem back and forth… back and forth like the pendulum… Her sparkling eyes dulled as they flicked left and right methodically.

“Mindless and obedient…” she moaned, and realized that her hand was tweaking one of her nipples, a shock of pleasure running through her body and only spiraling her deeper down into the trance.

Deeper into the trance…

I am entranced, she realized. Entranced… Trance… trance.

“No. Wait…” Hannah forced the words between her lips, trying to remember the instructions she’d been given. Her mind was so fuzzy, so sleepy, so empty… “Don’t submit. Don’t obey…”

That’s right, the voice in her headphones spoke calmly, confidently. Submit. Obey. The cool, self-assured tone didn’t sound like Drake at all. The Drake that Hannah knew was awkward and shy, constantly apologetic.

Hannah found herself nodding slightly in agreement with this smooth, confident voice. “Submit…” she murmured. “Obey…”

As Hannah fell deeper and deeper under my control, I grew harder and harder. My cock was fully erect, the angry red tip begging for attention. I sighed with relief as a hot mouth suddenly sank down over it and began to methodically suck up and down, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the screen to identify my savior.

I couldn’t believe this was working. True, CM had done all of the legwork in advance: his chemical pheromones in the air and the challenges in all three previous rooms had been prepping Hannah for this moment for hours. Still, I felt confident, powerful and prepared — hundreds of hours of online mind control kinkage turning into… I wasn’t sure what; something akin to experience. I wasn’t quite sure how I knew what to do. All I knew for certain was that I was incredibly turned on.

“Sinking down and down…” I spoke slowly and placidly into the remote. “Deeper and deeper… Hornier and hornier…”

And on the screen, Hannah obeyed.

The door to the viewing room opened and Hannah walked through it. Walked, I suppose, is the wrong word. Hannah slunk through the door like a jaguar lithely moved through the jungle branches, like a supermodel on a catwalk, her body smooth and sinuous, her every movement seductive.

I mentally contrasted this vision with the dominating, put-together woman who Hannah used to be. Not anymore, I thought, gently removing Marcella’s mouth from around my cock and rising to my feet. The Latina whimpered softly with disappointment, her eyes fixated on my gently swaying length as it stood out rock hard in front of her face, glistening with her saliva, but she obeyed.

This new Hannah was entirely naked, her body slim, tall and sculpted like a statue of the feminine form. Her perky breasts were smaller than Sammy or Marcella’s, but perfectly shaped and definitely more than a handful apiece. Her long, toned legs seemed to go on for miles and her militant hours at the gym had built a perfect ass to top it off.

God I want you, I thought, definitely not for the first time. This, however, was the first time I could actually have her.

As I’d instructed, Hannah knelt elegantly on the thick carpet, her long legs folding gracefully beneath her as she spread her knees and placed her hands in her lap. Even across the room, I could tell that her eyes were burning into mine with an intense desire.

“I want you,” I growled aloud, voicing my thoughts as ardor heated up in my chest.

Hannah bit her lip and arched back, offering her body up for me. One hand trailed down her throat and between her breasts seductively. “Come and take me,” she murmured, her voice breathy and filled with need. “Master…”

A thrumming groan of lust vibrated low in my throat as I strode across the room. My cock was a torpedo, pointing unerringly for its target.

Hannah waited patiently, her chest heaving up and down as her breath grew faster at my approach.

She wants this as much as you do, my inner dom told me, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. And more. My thoughts spurred me on, my cock harder than a steel bar. My balls swung heavily beneath, somehow still full and ready despite being emptied a dozen times today.

Hannah’s tongue darted out to lick her pink lips in anticipation. She parted her lips and gazed up at me wantonly through her lashes. “What can I do to please you, M—mmph!”

I interrupted by gripping her by her hair and sliding my cock into her waiting mouth.

Her look of surprise turned instantly to one of greedy desire as her tongue circled the head and she tasted my precum. Hannah reached up and her fingers encircled the base of my shaft, her jaw opening wide around my girth. She moaned, leaning forward and easing her nose down toward my stomach before beginning to stroke me up and down with her hand.

I gathered her dark hair behind her head as she bobbed up and down, speeding up as her lust grew. Her lips wrapped around my cock and stretched wide as she opened her throat and pulled me into it until I felt myself enveloped by the heat of her tight passage. The muscles of her throat massaged my length, milking me as if begging for me to spill my hot seed down into her waiting stomach. It felt like a dozen eager young women were jerking me off, all using their hands on me at the same time. She continued for several hot, seemingly endless moments, time frozen as a barrage of pleasure assaulted my brain.

“Fuck,” I finally grunted, and pulled back, letting the woman slurp wantonly on my entire length as it slid out pasts her tonsils.

Hannah let me pop out wetly and began to stroke full up and down my manhood, lifting it up to point skyward so she could bathe my entire cock with her tongue, her hooded eyes glinting up at me.

I’m ready, I thought, my cock glistening wet with from her mouth and saliva. I pulled Hannah’s hands away and then moved behind her, pushing her down onto her hands and knees. I knelt on one knee, one hand gripping my cock by the shaft and the other reaching out to massage her ass, my fingers sinking into the perfectly fuckable flesh.

Hannah moaned and wiggled her hips. “Please, Master,” she moaned, “let me take you inside of me. Use my hot little body as your plaything until you cum.”

I grunted and used my hands to spread her ass, enjoying the sight of her shaven pussy wet and dripping with need. “You want this?” I muttered hoarsely, pushing forward so just the broad helm of my shaft slipped inside of her. I sighed at the sensation, her wanton desire like heat emanating outwards from an oven and wrapping around the sensitive head.

“Just fuck me already…” Hannah leaned back onto me, her pussy stretching wide as she impaled herself slowly on my cock. She eased her way back, every inch a perfect fit for my length.

I groaned as her tight walls wrapped elastically around me until I was buried to the hilt inside of her and her ass was resting in my lap. “Ohmygod…” her voice was higher, breathier, needier as she slowly ground back against me, forcing me millimeters deeper. “Ohfuckyesss…” I could feel the tip of my cock pressing up against the back walls of her pussy as I let my hands rest lightly on Hannah’s hips. Then, just as slowly, Hannah eased forward again, her body holding on to me as she unfucked herself from my length.

Slowly, my newest bimbo sextoy increased the pace, moving up and down faster and faster until she was fucking herself on my cock, her body rocking forward and back and spearing my length over and over deep inside of her. Her dripping desire eased the way but did nothing to stop me from experiencing every tight, rippling sensation as her inner muscles massaged my entire shaft at once, begging me to empty myself inside of her.

“Oh yes, Master,” her lustful voice begged as I began to move, thrusting my hips forward and matching her rhythm with my own. “Fuck your slutty little sexdoll. Own me with your cock. Make me your personal slut and show me who I belong to.”

I shoved myself even further, our matching movements driving me even deeper inside of her until I could feel her cervix stretching around the head of my cock with every driving thrust.

I let my hands wander over her fit young body, enjoying every inch of her smooth skin and taut, clenching muscles. Those muscles were growing tighter and tighter under that skin, her body writing until suddenly she was over the edge.

“Thank you, Master!” she cried as she came, waves of pleasure crashing down over her body.

Her spasming pussy gripped me even tighter, begging me to cum with her, but I held myself in check. Not yet, my inner dom whispered mischievously. Much more fun yet to have.

I slid out of her slick snatch and flipped her over onto her back, Hannah’s body still taut with ecstasy but offering no resistance. She spread her legs automatically, wrapping them around my waist and pulling me closer to her.

“More, Master…” she murmured, her eyelids fluttering and her breath a panting gasp. “Please…”

My eyes roved over her body, her pert breasts heaving and her silky, tanned skin beginning to shine with a light sweat. I raised my gaze across the room and beckoned to Marcella with one hand while the other slid down Hannah’s inner thigh so I could stroke her clit with my thumb. At my light touch, the woman’s body clenched as she climaxed again, her body still on the edge after hours of foreplay in the escape rooms.

The sultry Latina sashayed over and knelt, swinging one knee over Hannah’s head so her glistening snatch filled the other woman’s vision. She was already wet and ready, and she eyed me hungrily as I slid into Hannah once more, my cock disappearing inside of her alluring entrance. Hannah was still so tight, and I wondered if her work had left her any time for sex in recent months.

Well, that’s about to change, my inner dom declared with a grin.

“I believe you two had an encounter earlier,” I murmured saucily, staring into Marcella’s dark, blazing eyes but directing my comments at Hannah.

Understatement of the century, the voice in my head commented as I recalled vividly the erotic image of the two women grinding against one another then 69ing until Marcella came explosively. I stroked Hannah’s clit and the woman arched her back and moaned loudly with pleasure. “Why don’t you remind Marcella what you can do with your mouth?”

Hannah obeyed instantly as Marcella sat back on her face, her tongue darting out to taste the tawny-skinned woman’s inner nectar and her hands rising to grip her thighs and spread them wider apart. Marcella gasped, her head dropping back and her breasts thrusting out as a jolt of pleasure ran through her.

Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and hefted one large globe in my hand, bending my head and capturing an erect brown nipple between my lips. Sucking in, I swirled my tongue around the nub, making Marcella mewl at the sensation. My hips moved rhythmically, sliding my thick cock in and out of Hannah’s body, her pussy gripping me every time I pulled back as though it didn’t want to let me go.

Looking over Marcella’s shoulder, I saw that Sammy and Eliza had not waited to join in the fun. The two were kneeling on the floor by the couch, entirely naked and making out furiously. As I watched, Sammy tilted Eliza back onto the floor and dove between her legs, the dark-skinned woman moaning pleasurably as her friend began to tongue her outer folds.

From the kitchen, Crazy Merlin watched proceedings with a wide grin on his face.

“Oy!” I called, getting his attention, still sliding in and out of Hannah as the woman dove her tongue into Marcella’s slit.

The older man jolted out of his reverie and snapped over to look at me, evidently expecting me to be irritated at his voyeurism. On the contrary, I smiled broadly at him and jerked my head towards Sammy and Eliza, raising my eyebrows suggestively.

I can’t do anything about them right now, my inner dom reasoned. No sense in not sharing them with a friend.

CM’s eyes widened until I thought they would pop out of his head. Then, his grin stretched so wide I thought his jaw would burst. He swiftly jerked his shirt over his head to reveal a surprisingly fit figure beneath. Kicking his way free of his trousers, he hefted his enormous cock and began to slowly stroke the veiny shaft as he walked purposively across the intervening space to kneel down by the two gloriously beautiful women.

I kept a close eye on the other trio, growing even harder as Merlin spread Sammy’s legs and slowly drove his thick shaft inside of her. Inch by inch he split the busty blonde goddess in half with his girthy prick until he was balls deep in the beauty, the woman writhing blissfully but continuing to eat out Eliza. Then, he began to fuck her, vigorously pounding her from behind with his massive cock. As he sped up, Sammy climaxed, her body dissolving into a writhing mass of flesh as her body was overwhelmed with the sensations of his manhood stretching her deepest depths.

Give that girl a prize, my inner dom commented. Excellent focus. I just grunted and sped up my assault on Hannah’s snatch, somehow incredibly turned on by watching my girls be so thoroughly fucked by another man. Knowing that I owned them, mind and soul, and could do anything I wished with them and their beautiful, fuckable bodies at any moment was such a rush of power. I could even give them over to another man and they would never complain, knowing that they were obeying my wishes.

At my renewed pace, Hannah quickly climaxed, her body clenching then going limp by turns as her tongue feverishly licked at Marcella’s pussy and suckled her clit. As Hannah came, so did Marcella, the Latina bombshell arching back and crying out in her exotic voice as her friend drove her over the edge. I was only barely able to hold onto my control, my body desperate to join them in orgasm but my newly ironclad will pulling me back.

Not yet… my inner dom coaxed. Soon…

Across the room, Sammy moaned into Eliza’s pussy as she shuddered in her own release, and Crazy Merlin’s thrusts grew swifter as her clenching body milked his thick shaft.

“Get ready for it, girls,” he warned, and Eliza wriggled out from beneath Sammy to kneel enthusiastically beside the older man. Pulling out of Sammy at the last moment with a wet sucking noise, CM seamlessly shifted to the couch to put his member at the correct height then fed his cock between Eliza’s lips, her mouth hardly able to contain his girth. For the second time in as many hours, he emptied himself down the woman’s throat as she sucked feverishly at his huge cock, her body shuddering blissfully as she swallowed his seed.

The sight of Eliza’s full lips wrapping around Merlin’s magic wand, desperately trying to take in as much of his length as she could, was the catalyst for my own release. Pulling myself back and out of my home inside of Hannah’s welcoming body, my hand was a blur as I stroked my own cock and stood shakily, aiming directly for —

Oh fuck! I grunted and came, the most powerful orgasm of the day. It shuddered through me, wanting to turn my knees to jelly as I painted Marcella’s gorgeous, eager face with my cum. The beautiful Latina opened her mouth wide and didn’t blink as my spunk spurted across her cheek and splashed down onto her heaving tits. Reaching up, she hefted her glorious boobs to offer me a better target as I sighed with release and a few more strands pumped out into the valley of her cleavage. Finally, as I gasped and closed my eyes, my cock finally deflating, her full lips wrapped around the head and captured the last few drops that seeped free.

Fuck… Even my inner dom seemed surprised at the intensity of that orgasm, and my body was exhausted. It wanted to shut all my muscles down and sleep for hours to recover.

“Wow…” I murmured, blinking lazily at the exotically beautiful Marcella as she cleaned Hannah’s slick juices and my cum from my cock. “Best birthday of my life.”

Two months later…

“Will all five of you be renting the penthouse together?” The woman’s voice was perplexed, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

I nodded casually, allowing a roguish smile to tilt the corner of my mouth as I confidently admired the strawberry blonde’s figure in her formfitting, if professional, suit. A tiny voice in the back of my mind — Friend Zone Drake — was screaming at me, appalled at my lack of chivalry, but my inner dom just crossed his arms confidently and plowed onward.

“You’re aware,” the woman added, “that while large the property only has two bedrooms?” She noticed my scrutiny of her generous upswell of cleavage and I swear a slight blush stole over her cheeks.

“We’ve seen the apartment,” I replied after a moment. “I actually thought I might like to turn one of the bedrooms into a study. We’ll only be needing the one room for bedding, you see.”

My sexy landlord blinked several times in shock before looking from me to the four gorgeous women arrayed behind me. I turned a little, following her gaze.

Hannah, in a suit of her own, looked absolutely stunning. She’d taken her lunch break from her new job as director of operations at her previous boss’ company to come over here and sign some papers. Eliza and Marcella were less professionally dressed. They wore matching halter tops in different colors and cutoff jean shorts, outfits that barely restrained their bouncy tits and pert, round asses. They had Sammy taking pictures of them for their burgeoning Instagram fashion page. The pair’s stunning good looks and scandalous outfits had already garnered them 50,000 followers and their first paycheck was on the way.

I felt my landlord’s eyes come back to rest on me, and she stared into my eyes searchingly.

“I’m just lucky I guess,” I told her as I met her gaze, answering her unspoken question: How the fuck does an ordinary guy like you get four drop-dead, smoking hot babes to live with him…? Then, I winked cheekily to let her know it was anything but luck.

It was magic, I joked to myself, and the quip made me think of Crazy Merlin. Before we’d left the escape room that day, CM had taken me aside for a moment and looked me in the eyes seriously.

“Remember what I told you, lad,” he’d said. “Your generosity toward me today will be rewarded.” Then, he clapped me on the shoulder in the manner of a proud uncle and stood back, stroking his beard with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes and what I think he intended to be a mysterious air.

I was confused, of course, but too wrapped up by the idea of going home with four beautiful women to worry much about it. So I just gave him a firm nod and a little wave before turning and following the girls to the cars.

I probably should be surprised, I mused as I returned to the present. Surprised by my four sexy playmates and surprised by the fact that, since I have four women willing to pay for me, I can afford to move us to a classy penthouse in the center of the city. But hardly any of it surprised me anymore. My life had simply been upgraded, as had my expectations.

The woman muttered something incomprehensible, coughed, then glanced away to ruffle unnecessarily through her papers.

She more than simply surprised and intrigued, I realized. She was aroused. And even more astounding to me than the fact that my social sensors — still being refurbished from my past as a painfully shy techie — had been able to detect the growing sexual tension was the fact that I’d generated it in the first place. Maybe spending all of my time with four spectacularly good-looking women has done something for my confidence, I mused.

Flipping to the bottom of our stack of previously gone-over papers, the blonde pulled out the final one. “This is the last document,” my landlord-to-be said, turning it around on her desk for my perusal and signature.

I read it, picked up my pen once again, then paused and I smiled to myself.

“Something funny in the papers, Mr. Sutton?” the blonde asked.

I shook my head. “No. Not at all.” I had just been remembering the last important document I’d signed. Do you, Drake Sutton, consent to have your four fellow escapees hypnotically transformed into willing, obedient bimbos, sexually submissive and servile to you, and you alone?

I signed with a flourish.

“What was your name, by the way?” I asked, setting down the pen and extending my hand.

“Ashley,” the blonde responded, her skin cool against my palm. She definitely blushed, then, as I fixed her with a frank and dominant gaze.

“Well, Ashley,” I said with a smile. “How would you like to join me and the girls one of these evenings for a dinner in? A housewarming, of sorts…” I trailed off, letting my invitation carry all sorts of unspoken promises.

She cleared her throat, glanced over my shoulder a little anxiously at the others, then nodded hesitantly. “I think that would be nice.” She paused for a moment, then added, almost as an afterthought. “Purely professionally, of course.”

“Of course,” I agreed, and as I smirked rakishly we both knew that my words were a sham. My inner dom beamed at me proudly. He seemed to be speaking with Crazy Merlin’s voice as he nodded his approval. And that, my lad, is how you write your own life story.