The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Elizabeth caught Darlene’s attention as she was leaving. The blonde felt like she could still feel Owen’s three hour old cum sloshing about in her womb like a storm on the high seas. She tied her hair back in her ponytail. She swayed from foot to foot as Darlene sent off her last table.

“What’s wrong, bitch?” Darlene bumped Elizabeth’s hip with her own. She was in a good mood, the last table had tipped 20%. A much improved demeanour after the three ugly tipless dykes had left the brunette tipless.

“Hey, can I get your advice?” Elizabeth frowned.

“Sure, I’m not a doctor, a lawyer, or a financial advisor.” Darlene beamed. “Other than that, I’m the perfect fashionista sexpert who knows all of the best romance novels.”

“No, I know that.” Elizabeth sighed. “I need to know how to dump a guy.”

“And you’re not willing to get caught fucking his friends, brothers, dad, or boss?” Darlene joked. Elizabeth didn’t have the spirits to enjoy it. Darlene squeezed Elizabeth’s shoulder. “You want to end things with Brett?”

“I’ve started something with another guy.” Elizabeth said. “I don’t want to be unfair.”

“Oh, Owen?” Darlene lost all of her humor and empathy.

“Look, I can’t explain it…” Elizabeth said. “I think I’ve been cursed.”

“Fuck…” Darlene said. “Look, go here.” Darlene reached over the bar and grabbed her phone from where it was stashed. She texted Elizabeth the name of the cafe. “I’ll meet you after work. If you want me not to hate you, have a coffee and a pastry covered in chocolate and filled with cream waiting for me.”

“Yeah, but, I don’t think I should wait.” Elizabeth said. Darlene glared at her. Elizabeth dropped her shoulders. “Alright, fine.”

She said her agreement to the back of Darlene’s head. The brunette waitress was off after the next table who looked to have had enough time to read the menu.

Zera felt the fist in her hair and the cum splattering into her mouth with a warm nostalgia. Green haired girl had been sent off and she had dragged Roxxi with her. Tamara, the busty girl, held Zera’s ass cheeks but the skittish bimbo hadn’t known what to do with Zera’s pussy inches in front of her nose. Zera waited with her eyes closed until Owen stopped moaning and let go of a handful of Zera’s silver dyed hair.

“Shit, wow.” Owen rubbed her cheek affectionately as the punk girl slid back. Tamara knee walked and sat down on her ankles next to Zera. Owen’s blue eyes looked over the two pairs of brown ones. “What’d you think?”

“I thought it was hot.” Tamara sucked up. Zera rolled the wad of cum around the back of her tongue. She pointed her chin upward and swallowed.

“You cum big.” Zera went with the most honest praise she could give. Her phone buzzed on her pile of discarded clothes. Owen gestured for her to get it.

“Where are you sluts at?” And other impatient texts had come from her girlfriends. Not one question of whether Roxxi was OK. Maybe they’d ask when they got the whole story. Maybe. Provided one didn’t make a show of out tough-girling the other two. They were such immature boys sometimes. Zera turned off her phone.

“I’ll be honest,” Owen said looking at Zera. “You’re the only one who got this on purpose. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“What’s wrong?” Zera stood up and stretched. Her perky tits were tiny but they had his attention. Zera was self conscious shoulder to shoulder with Tamara. That was more about kneeling and accepting. She was standing and acting now. That took more backbone. “You fuck up with me?”

“I fucked up with everyone.” He was brushing his fingers through Tamara’s hair. “I’m glad you’re hot, but this was just proof of concept. I don’t think I would’ve picked you if it hadn’t been—”

“Easy?” Tamara hoped.

“Serendipitous.” Zera corrected. “Listen, I don’t need apologies or hand holding. I don’t need limp wristed shit. You got me, I can’t get out, I don’t know how to get out, and if I could get out, I’d leave it for a couple of weeks just to see what the fuck I was now up in.”

“Really?” Owen said. He pulled his ass in from his receptive blowjob posture and thrust his shoulders up. She’d be here willingly? Not unwillingly at least. He was grinning with pride. Tamara looked confused by the change in him. Zera nodded.

“Really, seriously, truly,” she lifted her fingers up in a salute. “Girl Guide’s honor or some shit.”

“Do you have a Girl Guide costume?” He asked. He blinked. “Do I even know what one of those looks like? Huh. I’m thinking green mostly. White shirt, sash, beret.”

“Girl Scouts are American.” Tamara said. “In Guides we wore blue.”

“I don’t, never was, don’t even know if this three fingered thing is the right salute.” Zera waved her hand. “Look, this shit is interesting. Do I go back to my girlfriends’ place to get my shit or to sleep?”

“Girlfriend?” Owen smirked. Then he shook his head. “My dick can’t keep up with what I have. Sorry.”

“Girlfriends.” Zera said. “And the three of them clock in just shy of 700 pounds combined.”

Owen’s face dropped.

“Yeah, I thought not. The only fat things I’ve seen you with are on Tamara’s chest.” Zera gestured.

“Darlene’s got big tits too.” Owen defended himself. Tamara crossed her hands over her knees and looked down unhappily.

“Alright, fine. You need a pack mule? What do you need to get?” Owen asked. He stood up. He looked down at his discarded clothes. He pointed to the washroom. “Tamara, get in the shower. We’ll join you in a moment.”

“Yes, sir.” Tamara nodded. Her collapsed demeanour caught Owen’s attention. He stroked her hair and cheek. She flashed her eyes up wildly at him. She waited for him to speak on bated breath. Her mind tumbled with imaginary promises. “I’m not your sir. I’m Owen and I’ll love you as much as you can love me.” Her heart fluttered. She ignored Zera.

“Sir’s a bit stiff.” He said. “If its a direct order, we’ll say ‘Yes, Master.’” He looked over Zera. He looked of Tamara. “Agreed?”

“Yes, Master.” Tamara mumbled. She had been turned on or angry since Owen’s attention had left her for Elizabeth, Roxxi, and Zera. Saying the words made her knees shake.

“Whatever rocks your boat.” Zera had answered. Owen’s smile was for her. There hadn’t been a direct order. He looked to Tamara. She yelped behind her heavy lidded eyes and rushed to the shower.

“What are we getting? Will we need a vehicle?” Owen asked.

“Roxxi’s stuff too?” Zera asked.

“Yeah,” He looked over at the door. “Roxxi too.”

“For tonight?”

“For keeps.” Owen turned. “But you knew that when you started asking.”

“Shit yeah.” Zera frowned. “I did. We can get away with a car unless we’re going to take Roxxi’s furniture. It’s her couch, her table, the whole second bedroom. The girls took advantage when Roxxi left the dorms to join them.”

“Well, if we need another bed, I’ll buy one. Think clothes, schoolbooks, and computers.” He said. “And like, other shit you’d need.”

Zera nodded. She had a stuffed Siberian tiger buried in the closet. She’d want that. “You got a car?”

“No,” Owen shook his head. “Nor does Janice and Tamara.”

“Don’t look at us then. Hell, Roxxi doesn’t have her license.” Zera said.

Owen walked over to the tv and picked up the discarded ID cards. “Huh, I’ve never seen an ID that wasn’t a license before.”

“Or you just didn’t recognize it.” Zera pointed out.

“Or that.” He nodded. “I’ll send a text. Otherwise, I don’t mind renting a car for a few hours.”

“K, shower. You need another blowjob?” Zera gestured. Owen grinned. Zera wasn’t dismissive of the sex thing. There was excitement. Her naked body, tattooed over her wrists, shoulders, the front of her waist and her hip, was an energized sexual signpost. Yet, she was showing that she was compelled to respond. Owen rolled his shoulders and stroked his cock to a slow resurgence.

“I’m gonna fuck Tamara’s tits,” He said. “She needs the attention. Zera, you’re going to wash my back and hair.”

Her eyes focused and smoldered. She licked her faded black lips. “Yes, Master.”

Elizabeth’s eyes went wide. She ducked her head. Crap! Crap! She did not want to see that blue haired freak of a girl! Why here? Why wouldn’t the slut be here! Elizabeth wouldn’t have known. The waitress had never came here before. Fucking, meanspirited, hateful, little girl. Oh, God! Please don’t let the rest of the—

“Hey Lizzie!” She hated being called Lizzie, but it got her attention. Especially when she could recognize the voice. She hadn’t noticed her caller by the time Elizabeth had looked up. She’d gone a little white to see Janice, Owen’s green haired cousin waving. The blue haired girl at her side crinkled her nose vibrating her stupid septum ring. Fucking cow!

“Hey!” Janice walked right over and hopped into the chair next to Elizabeth.

“Hi.” Roxxi was guarded when she added her greeting. Elizabeth pursed her lips. She didn’t have to be nice here. This wasn’t work. She couldn’t get fired. Being a bitch to her regulars would chase her right back to the restaurant. She held her tongue.

“I’ve never seen you in here before.” Janice said, she saw the two capped coffees on their little table. The fresh pastry on the small plate struck her nose. “I recognize that order. Meeting Darlene?”

“She should be here in a few minutes.” Elizabeth said.

“Interesting.” Janice said. “How’re you doing?”

“How am I doing!” She lunged forward and hissed. “You know what he did to me!”

“Yeah, I watched. I might get to watch next time too.” Janice shrugged. “Remember Tamara?”

“Your name’s Tamara?” Elizabeth turned to the blue haired hate lightning rod. Janice snorted laughing. Roxxi closed her hands in fists on her thighs. She looked to Janice but the green haired girl smirked and shook her head no.

“Oh my God! No,” Janice giggled, “This one’s Darlene’s fault. Not important. I was kinda hoping to talk to you about something.” The barista behind the counter, a scruffy thirty-something pothead with bad posture robbing him of his basketball player’s height, waved Janice to the employees only door. “But, if I’m stuck with this one. I might as well have her helping with rent.”

“Sure.” Elizabeth agreed. The two dyed haired girls got to their feet. “Keep a tight lid on that mouth of hers. You don’t want her to tank the business.”

“I got just the thing to keep her corked.” Janice grinned, snapped an arm around Roxxi’s shoulder, and pushed her towards the back.

Elizabeth looked down to her buzzing phone. It was Owen. Her stomach fluttered.

“Hey, do you have a car?”

“I can borrow my boy—” She stopped typing. She pinched her nose and backspaced. “I can borrow my dad’s truck.”

“Eclair!” Darlene announced and slapped down into the chair Janice had occupied. The pastry went straight into the brunette’s mouth. Her fingers were picking the smear of whipped cream off the corners of her lip. She licked her fingers. “Is that Owen asking you to borrow Brett’s car?”

Frieda’s heart was beating a mile a minute while the phone rang. She tried to ignore her dad who was leaning over the shop’s glass counter running through the store’s paperwork.

“Hello?” His voice hit her and Frieda’s stomach rumbled. She flicked her eyes to her dad and notched down her smile before he had seen or heard it.

“Hello, Owen? This is Frieda Marcusson calling from East Coast Pawn and Jewellers.” She was surprised her beating heart didn’t throw off her cadence.

“Shit, hi. Oh yeah. Hi.”

“Hello yourself.” She managed not to giggle. “I just wanted to say Dad...The owner has returned from his business trip and would really like to sit down with you about your coins.”

“Hmm…” Owen frowned. “You know, I suppose I should. Do you still have my coin?”

“Yes sir, it’s in the safe. The store doesn’t have the best place to sit—”

“No, Frieda. Do YOU still have my coin?” He asked.

“Um, I do.” She nodded.

“Do you know what I purchased from you with that?” He asked. Frieda’s face went red and she smiled. She turned her back to her dad and began to rasp a whispered syllable. Owen interrupted. “Don’t answer more than a yes or a no if you have your father or your stepmother listening in.”

“She isn’t. Not yet.” Frieda hurried out. “I mean, yes. Yes, I do.”

“Are you 18?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Good. This number’s my cell phone. Text me when you get off work.” He said.

“I will.” She nodded. Her toes were fluttering and curling in her shoes. She was chewing her lip and her fingers on the counter squeezed into a fist.

“Perfect. I suppose I should meet your father.” He nodded.

“Really? This early?” She was bouncing on her heels now.

“About the coins Frieda.” He said. “Even if I don’t sell them I want to know what I’m involved with.”

“Even if you don’t—” She shook her head. “Right. As I was saying, the store has an office but it’s cluttered. It would be better to meet somewhere you could properly sit down and talk. Dad… The owner recommends a meeting room he rents in Scotia Square.”

“Sure. How about tomorrow afternoon?”

“Dad!” Frieda covered the handset and hissed to her father. “Tomorrow afternoon?”

“Good, tell him 1 O’clock. If that’s too early push it back by half hours until he agrees.” He ruffled up the girl’s hair. She smiled.

“That would be perfect. Is 1 OK?”

“Can we make it 2?” He asked.

“I’m supposed to offer you 1:30 first.” She joked. She heard him smile when he answered.

“Mmm, haa, you know, I could maybe a little later?”

“We have something free at 2.” She said. “How does that work for you, Owen?”

“It works lovely, Frieda.” He said. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye.” She said. The call ended. She did her best to remain calm as she hung up the store’s phone.

“2 O’clock?” Her father hugged her and kissed her hair. “Well done. You want to come with me to the meeting?”

“Can I?” She asked.

“You’re the face of the store he knows.” He ruffled up her hair. “And I kinda want to get a look at the man who’s got my girl tongue tied.”

“I’m not—”

“Shh.” He squeezed her shoulder. “If you want, I’ll take you out after for clothes and get you a new outfit for tomorrow.”

“Oh, um, I agreed to meet my friend after work tonight.”

“Ah, I suppose your friends would know better what you’d like to wear.” He said. “Make sure you tell your mom where you’re going. She gets mad at me when you don’t go straight home, you know.”

“I know.” Frieda said, assuring herself that her mother wouldn’t be learning anything about Owen.

Owen hung up the phone. He turned back to the apoplectic woman staring gobsmacked in his face. The other two women had shaken their head, given Roxxi hugs, and had left. Spittle mouthed military haircut had stomped over and into Owen’s face.

“Thanks, for being quiet. That was an important call.” He smiled. “You were saying?”

“I—” She shrieked. Owen rubbed a finger in his left ear and winced. He tilted aside. Darlene and Zera were filling borrowed suitcases while Elizabeth flinched at the general disarray of the apartment. Roxxi was humming from the washroom as she packed her toiletries. “I don’t know who the fuck you are but you’re going to march in here and steal my girlfriend out from under me! Fuck no. I’m not giving up Rosalyn without a fight.”

“I’m not going to fight you,” Owen scoffed. He wiped his face. “Zera, get me a Kleenex or something.”

“Yes, Master.” She nodded and rushed into the bathroom.

“Master?” Elizabeth tightened her arms more.

“Master!” The big woman stomped. “She’s a kid. You’re not going to abuse her!”

“She’s an adult.” Owen said. “And I’m going to do what I want with her.”

“It’s what I want, Maddy.” Zera shrugged as she walked around the woman and handed Owen a few squares of toilet paper. “I’m—”

“Yeah, you!” Maddy shoved Zera away by the shoulder. “You’ve always been fucked up. If it wasn’t for me looking out for Roxxi, she’d be whoring and dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“Why can’t we just leave her here?” Elizabeth asked.

“And how the fuck did you get these sluts involved!” Maddy screamed. “Is it drugs! I’ll call the cops.”

Owen flattened his stare and grew angry. Janice had admitted she had ecstasy. If that’s all she had in her apartment, that’d be enough to get her in trouble.

“We’re not sluts.” Darlene bellowed. “Exercise and healthy eating and fucking makeup doesn’t make someone a slut you piece of human shit!”

“Darlene. We’ll take our anger out of here, we’re not going to fight and antagonize.” Owen said.

“Yes, Master.” Darlene stuck out her tongue.

“Master?” Elizabeth muttered. She was sure everyone had heard the bottom drop out of her stomach.

“Rosalyn!” Maddy stomped and turned. Roxxi popped her head out of the washroom. “What are you doing? Why are you calling him Master? What kind of fucked up shit has Zera got you caught up in?”

“We’re calling who Master?” Roxxi asked. She stepped out and threw her and Zera’s makeup bag into the suitcase Zera was packing. “Zera didn’t do anything. I got Zera involved.”

“The fuck?” Elizabeth said. “Do I have to be here?”

“It is your Dad’s truck.” Owen shrugged. “Would he be OK with you letting someone else drive it?”

Elizabeth frowned and shook her head.

“You don’t have to be in here though.” Owen said. “You can wait down in the truck.”

“No.” She shook her head. It was too close to her and Brett’s place. She didn’t want to be seen waiting around if Brett came home. She licked her lips but even her tongue and throat were dry. She sunk further back against the wall.

“I’m fucking kicking you out!” Maddy shouted. “If you don’t live here get the fuck out! Out! Out!”

“I’m grabbing my last stuff, Maddy.” Zera rolled her eyes and went to the closet. She rummaged out a white and black tiger. “Now we can go.”

“Give me a suitcase to carry.” Owen offered. Roxxi lugged the fat bag she borrowed from Janice. She was a bent turtle thanks to her overfilled backpack.

“Rosalyn,” Maddy grabbed the blue haired girl’s shoulder. “Stay.”

“It’s Roxxi.” Roxxi smiled. “I can’t wait to get home.”

Darlene and Elizabeth were eager to rush out of the apartment. Roxxi triumphantly soldiered ahead of Zera and Owen who left at a sedate pace. Zera dropped Roxxi and her house keys on a table by the door and shut it before she had to listen to Maddy break down crying.

“I gotta go, Brett.”

“What the fuck’s going on Elizabeth!” Owen saw the tall, handsome bearded guy blocking the driver side door of the truck. Darlene ducked her head and Roxxi duck faced looked over the guy before failing to toss her bag into the back. Brett grabbed it and put it down roughly for the computer inside it. He slammed his palm into the truck.

“We’re getting this girl moved out and into… Into a better place.” Owen stepped in when it was clear Elizabeth was just going to look dumbfounded at the keys in her hand. “Elizabeth was nice enough to provide the truck.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Brett scowled.

“Me and Darlene recently got toget—”

“No one gives two shits who you are!” Brett scowled. He turned to Elizabeth. “I know who these two are and you’ve hated the Tipless Dykes for months.”

Zera’s face frosted in hate. Roxxi flared out her nose in anger. She was looking to Zera for cues. Darlene stepped back from the punk girls she had given the politically incorrect name.

“You’re going to be yelling and screaming at her like that, maybe she needs to go somewhere better too?” Owen interjected.

“Watch yourself.” Brett warned.

“Elizabeth get in the car.” Owen smiled. Elizabeth smiled too. It wasn’t happiness or customer service. She smiled in revenge.

“Yes, Master.”

Brett was four inches taller and in far better shape that Owen. Owen managed to last to the second punch.