The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Falling

Chapter 2

“Ah!”

Amanda threw her head back, body shaking. A tongue, a nice long one, snaked into her body. Her breasts bounced as she thrusted her chest up.

“AH!”

The teacher on the floor shoved her face into Amanda’s crotch as hard as she could. Her mind was turned off, and her body was turned on.

“AHHHH!”

Amanda’s body quivered violently, spraying Candy’s face. Candy stopped, panting with her tongue hanging out. Amanda’s mind had become overrun not by her power but by sheer lust, and a sense of shame was coming over her as she grasped what she’d just done.

“Good slave.”

Amanda hopped down from the sink, giggling.

“Now clean up and get to class.”

Candy nodded, standing up. She turned on a sink, splashing it on her face as she cleared away the mess. Amanda happily slipped her panties back on, stepping into her tiny skirt.

“You’re good at this, Candy. I think I might need a little more to keep my lips shut!”

As shamed as she knew she should feel Candy couldn’t help but grin into the mirror. Eating Amanda’s pussy was the best thing she’d ever done.

“Buuut—”

Candy felt a soft pair of arms around her lower body. Amanda’s giant tits dug into her back, their pink nubs poking her nicely. She couldn’t help but sigh as the young woman rubbed them against her back.

“I want your phone number.”

“N...no, I am a teacher…”

Amanda giggled, taking a step back.

“I’m still shirtless, look—”

Candy saw Amanda’s tits in the mirror and immediately felt at peace. Warmth flooded her body as she stared shamelessly into the young woman’s immense breasts.

“I’m looking…”

“Yes, such a good girl, waaaatch my tits nice and closely…”

Candy nodded. She was watching very close. She noted how each and every one of Amanda’s fingers pressed and stroked and teased her huge, perfect breasts. How her long, elegant nails traced her mounds and brushed past her nipples.

“Goood. Let your mind get nice and soft and quiet…”

Candy smiled. That was easy. Letting go of all her thoughts, allowing herself to drift away into Amanda’s biiiig boobs and let the soothing sound of Amanda’s voice tell her who to be and how to feel, was the most natural thing in the world.

“Yes, watch how I rub them, how nicely they sit in my hands…”

Candy moaned happily. She couldn’t think about anything but the pretty blond’s perfect tits.

“I’m your master…”

Candy gasped happily.

“You’re my master…”

Amanda leaned forward, bringing more of her bosom into view. Candy drenched her panties with happiness.

“You don’t need to think about my activities.”

“No need...thiiiiink…”

Candy weakly fell forward, eyes glazed over as she pitifully braced herself on the sink.

“I can do whatever I want…”

“You...whateverrrrr—”

She knew it deep within her heart. Amanda deserved anything she wished to have.

“There’s no need to comment on it or think about it.”

“No need….ignoooore—”

Candy swooned. She didn’t need to say anything about Amanda.

“Good girl. I want you to give me your number.”

Candy happily complied, watching her master put her number into her phone.

“Blow me a kiss, Candy.”

Candy complied.”

“Now close your eyes, count to twenty, and forget everything. When you get there, you’ll emerge from your trance retaining your programming but forgetting everything since you took those panties.”

“Yes, Masterrrrr—”

Amanda smiled and buttoned up her blouse. She’d get to class late, but Ms. Patterson wouldn’t mind. Amanda turned around and sauntered out, feeling pretty good about her day.

It was 8:30. Class had been underway for half an hour already as Amanda, spoiled princess of the school, let herself into the room. Not only was she so late she might as well have skipped, she was in the same slutty mockery of the school’s uniform as always. She seemed so confident, so happy. It made Valerie sick. Ms. Patterson smiled almost pervertedly at Amanda, trailing off mid sentence to happily stare at the girl’s thighs as she walked in. She didn’t know what Amanda did to get away with this but she hated it. Her classmates seemed to share the teacher’s sentiment, all relatively pleased with this turn of events. It made her skin crawl.

“Ms. Patterson! Aren’t you going to chastise her?”

Ms. Patterson turned to Valerie with a confused smile.

“Who?”

Valerie growled.

“Amanda. She’s a half hour late!”

Ms. Patterson looked terrified for a second. Amanda was such a good student! Everybody loved her. Why didn’t Valerie love Amanda!?

“Um…”

She bit her lip uncomfortably.

“We’ll talk about this after class, Valerie. Try not to disrupt class again.”

While Valerie was busy gritting her teeth with anger Ms. Patterson shot a look of appeasement at Amanda. She felt a pit in her stomach, a guilt that she’d let down a lover, while she continued to teach. The last fifteen minutes of class went without incident, and she blushed as she sent all the students away except Valerie and Amanda.

“Well?”

Valerie stood, her perky, small breasts and toned physique nothing like the Athenian goddess to whom Ms. Patterson’s heart was devoted. Her face was ugly by comparison, but only because of the unladylike display of anger on it. The brown hair on her head was short and messy, and she had a very bony frame. The idea that such a girl could ever try to get the lovely Amanda in trouble saddened Ms. Patterson in a deeply profound manner.

“You’re just gonna let her do that? Get to class an hour late?”

Out the corner of her eye, Ms. Patterson saw Amanda wink. Her brain focused on Amanda with laser precision as she stood up straight. Valerie turned to Amanda to see what caught Ms. Patterson’s attention, incredulous.

“What is…?”

“Restrain her.”

“Yes Master.”

Immediately Ms. Patterson’s arms went over Valerie’s, pulling her into a tight hug. Valerie struggled, but the teacher’s arms clamped her own down like a vice. Ms. Patterson growled.

“Bad girl! Such a BAD GIRL!”

Her arms bit into Valerie, leaving her gasping.

“O-ow, st-STOP!”

Ms. Patterson just pulled harder. Her frame was not a muscular one but yet she was keeping Valerie in a death grip.

“Thanks, Teach.”

Amanda giggled and approached Valerie seductively, brain already churning out ideas for this impudent girl’s punishment.

“Bad girls are punished.”

Ms. Patterson muttered angrily.

“Bad girls need to learn their place.”

It made Amanda deeply, deeply happy to hear Ms. Patterson give this shpeal to somebody else. The last time she heard it the silly woman had put her in detention for wearing too short a skirt. She learned to be a good girl and now Valerie would too.

“They do need to be punished, don’t they?”

Amanda gripped the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over head in one smooth motion. At first Valerie didn’t seem to react. Then her eyes widened as her eyes sank into the sight of Amanda’s sublime, enviable chest. With a knowing smile Amanda clutched her breasts in her hands, rubbing and squeezing them.

“Look, Valerie. Look how pretty my titties are.”

She spoke comfortingly, as though Valerie were some starving kitten she rescued from the street.

“Look how soft and smooth they are. Doesn’t it make you happy? Don’t you want to suck on them? Kiss them?”

Valerie nodded. Tits like those made anyone happy. They were so soft, so smooth.

“Let yourself get lost in them, Valerie. Doesn’t it feel good, letting your mind get sucked down deep into my breasts?”

Valerie nodded again, slower this time. Her eyes had glazed over, there wasn’t a speck of intelligence left behind them. Valerie’s tits demanded her full attention, making her brain nice and soft and mushy. She groaned with delight as her body gently shook. Amanda came closer, her breasts inches from Valerie’s face as she continued to squoosh and massage them.

“Let them take your thoughts away. Let them lull you into an easy, comfy trance. Just like that, Valerie, you’re such a good girl.”

Valerie was silent now. Amanda giggled.

“Now then, you’ll do anything for me, right Valerie? Anything to please me, like a good girl?”

It took a second for Valerie to answer. When she did she sounded vacant, like she was staring into a lake and daydreaming.

“Yes, Valerie. Anything to please you, like a good girl.”

Valerie didn’t react as Amanda reached out to pat her head. She was busy staring.

“You don’t mind that I get pampered for having these, do you?”

“No, Amanda. No I don’t.”

Amanda smiled.

“After all, don’t I deserve it?”

“Yes, Amanda. You deserve to be treated well.”

“Because I’m better than you, aren’t I—?”

“Yes, Amanda. You’re better than me.”

Amanda giggled, rubbing her hands together.

“Okay Ms. Patterson, let go.”

Ms. Patterson let go, allowing Valerie to collapse limply to her knees. She stayed just barely upright, head stretching towards the radiant tits she loved like a plant towards the sun even while she wobbled and trembled.

“Such a good girl.”

Amanda looked down at Valerie, whose face had lost its anger to blank worship. She so prefered this kind of girl.

“So good—”

Amanda retrieved her blouse, slipping it on while Valerie slowly recovered. She fell on her hands, then rubbed her temple as she tried to remember the last few minutes. It was all blurry, but...very good. Whatever she couldn’t remember made her very, very happy.

“Hey, Val. You okay?”

Valerie looked at Amanda. She seemed...different. Nicer, prettier. Her smile’s condescension warmed her heart instead of making her angry.

“Yeah, Amanda. I’m fine.”

She got back to her feet, remembering she was supposed to be angry but not why. It couldn’t be Amanda.

“Just a...a little dizzy.”

Ms. Patterson giggled, happy to see Valerie come to her senses. Then, as an experiment Amanda planted a kiss on Valerie’s cheeks. Her cheeks turned crimson as she stared in horror, but no physical retaliation took place.

“A-Amanda!”

Amanda giggled.

“What? You saying my tits don’t justify kissing any girl I want?”

Immediately Valerie spoke her answer.

“Of course not, Amanda! I’d never say that!”

Then she paused, seeming confused. Why did she say that? Why did she mind? Of course Amanda could kiss anyone she wanted. A girl with breasts like those ate any fruit she wanted and deserved to be loved for it. But some part of her, deep down, was suspicious. She wasn’t supposed to like Amanda.

“Good. Then stare.”

Amanda pulled open her blouse, her tits practically leaping out at Valerie. She went totally limp, her mind fried by the majestic sight before her eyes.

“You must be a real slut, giving in so quickly.”

“Yes, Amanda. I’m a real, bona fide slut.”

“Good.”

Amanda removed her skirt once more, then peeled off her panties.

“Eat me out.”

Valerie didn’t have time to answer. She tore away her shirt, ruining it, then threw away her skirt. She slipped out of her panties, all the while eying Amanda with a blank, vacant expression. Amanda bit her lip, enjoying the beautiful display put in front of her. As Valerie took hold of her bra Amanda barked more orders.

“Stop!”

Valerie froze in place, eyes still locked on those nice pretty titties.

“I don’t want you to eat me out while tranced. You need to be able to romance me while we fuck.”

“Yes, Master.”

Amanda began to grab and pull and squeeze her breasts.

“So I’m going to give you to the count of five. When I get there you’ll wake up, completely overwhelmed by love for me. I want you to confess your love and then eat me out.”

“Yes, Master.”

“One, two, three...four. Five.”

Valerie blinked. She looked around the room in confusion before her eyes locked onto Amanda’s and she turned tomato red.

Amanda was the sexiest person Valerie had ever seen. Her long, slender fingers, her soft lips, her pearly skin completely unmarred by any sort of imperfections, her wide hips and flat tummy, all commanded her love. Amanda’s eyes, bright baby blue, were soft and full of love. Her thighs were curved and luscious, and her breasts...her breasts made Valerie’s tummy rumble.

“...”

Valerie stumbled towards Amanda, drooling.

“I…”

The closer she got the more irresistible Amanda became. She smelled like a bed of roses, her skin looked even prettier and nicer to touch. Valerie’s body burned with a need that grew stronger with each shaky step.

“I love you…”

She looked into Amanda’s eyes, overwhelmed by the slight grin on the goddess’ face. She wanted to flap her arms and scream.

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”

Hormones took over and Valerie, smiling wider than ever in her life, flung herself into Amanda. The two toppled to the floor as Valerie kissed and licked and nuzzled the gigantic perfect breasts the love of her life had. The soft sound of Amanda’s angelic laughter made her hungrier and she shoved her mouth against Amanda’s neck, kissing as hard as she could.

“Let me eat you out! Please, Amanda, I love you soooooo much, I NEED to, let me kiss you between your legs, eat you out, please you! Let me, god I need to, pretty please I’ll do ANYTHING!”

She stared into Amanda’s eyes, her own teeming with need. Amanda laughed.

“Okay then.”

She roughly shoved Valerie away, not that she minded. Amanda’s silken touch was its own little slice of heaven. She stayed on the floor and watched Amanda stride to Ms. Patterson’s desk, where she sat.

“Pose for me—”

Immediately Valerie was on her feet. She put her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest in an effort to emphasize her breasts. Amanda took a picture so she grabbed them and pushed them together with a devillish grin. Then she thrusted her crotch out, hands resting on its sides gracefully. Then she leaned forward, rubbing her thighs.

“Okay, darling, come eat me out.”

All sense of civility disintegrated. Practically on all fours, Valerie sprinted to the entrance which was her world, jamming her nose against it and kissing it and licking it.

“I love you so much!”

She gnawed at Amanda’s clitoris, rubbing her face all over Amanda’s thighs and folds. She loved Amanda so much. She loved her clitoris, her thighs, her tiiiiits.

“Ahhhh!”

Valerie orgasmed, shoving her face against Amanda’s crotch. Amanda slid back, toppling a stack of papers.

“I LOVE YOU!”

She chewed and kissed aggressively, making Amanda squeal. Liquid sprayed the desk and the ground as both girls got off repeatedly until Valerie collapsed, grabbing the edge of the desk to drag herself up. Amanda’s finger tapped her chin, leading her eyes to those deliiiiiiightful tittiiiiiies…

“Forget about all of this.”

Amanda’s free hand grasped one breast. Valerie weakly nodded.

“Now, I want you to give Ms. Patterson your phone number. Then the two of you are going to clean up.”

“Yes, Amanda. I obey.”

“Good slave. After that you’ll dress yourself, go to your next class, and emerge from your trance having forgotten everything I’ve done to you but retaining your programming.”

“Yes, Amanda. I will forget everything, just like you say.”

Amanda giggled, dismounting the desk. Valerie flopped over on the floor, gathering up papers. Ms. Patterson joined in, having watched silently.

“Good girls—”

Amanda blew a kiss (which made Ms. Patterson orgasm) and then got dressed herself. She was tempted to play with the entranced Valerie, but she had things to do.