The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nancy reflected on their morning at church. They had moved into town not quite two weeks ago and this had been only their second Sunday with their new congregation. Everyone was happy and friendly, but a few things struck her as odd.

The women were showing a bit more skin than she was used to. Nothing inappropriate; just higher hemlines and lower necklines than she would have seen at their old church. That, and while it was sometimes hard to tell, it looked like a number of the ladies were going braless.

The men for their part were are all well dressed. That wasn’t too surprising for a Sunday at church, but it seemed true everywhere in town. She was used to seeing couples with the woman wearing a nice dress, or blouse and skirt, and the man decidedly more casual (or worse), but not here. The men in town were uniformly well dressed. The floor seemed to be khakis and a buttoned shirt.

Finally, there was how “affectionate” the couples were. Many of the husbands (and even a few wives) were a bit handsy with their spouses. The wives didn’t seem to mind, but if Ralph was ever that way with her in public she would definitely have words with him later, or even swat him away in the moment.

Everyone was happy and friendly through. She was sure they would settle in.

A Couple of Hours Later

Ralph felt like he had gone up and down every aisle of the large, unfamiliar market twice, but had only found two items from the list Nancy had given him. Frustrated, maybe it was understandable when he could do was stare at the platinum blonde who passed him in the canned foods aisle. Slack jawed, almost hypnotized by the sway of her hips under the tight fabric of her mini-dress. The spell only broken after she turned the corner, leaving his view.

Wandering the store looking for essentials he encountered the blonde multiple times. Long hair spilling down her back. Ample breasts forming two perfect crests as they emerged out her dress’ scoop neckline. Seams starting at her spiked high heels, running up the back of her stockings and disappearing into the short, tight skirt. While he was trying to pick out flour, she stopped next to him and bent down to inspect various items; giving him an extended opportunity to inspect her ass. He wasn’t one of “those” men but he found it hard to resist giving it a pinch, or to cup a cheek gently in his hand and squeeze.

Finally (mercifully?), she headed to checkout and Ralph discovered a few more items before finding himself in the cleaning aisle trying to pick out a broom. Someone, a woman judging from the pattern of pressure on his back, pushed into him from behind. A light touch on his arm, the smell of honeysuckle, and a breathy whisper in his ear, like honey: “Didn’t your momma tell you it isn’t polite to stare at people in public.”

Then in the other ear, “But if you follow me home you can stare all you want.”

Ralph stood there staring at the blonde’s butt as it wiggled to the front of the store.

Twenty minutes later the stock boy wondered why people leave abandoned carts in the middle of the store, and more importantly, why it was his job to deal with them.

The Next Morning

Ralph had come home late the night before, without any groceries and smelling of another woman’s perfume. Lilies. When confronted he had quickly broken down to his new bride and confessed his indiscretion.

He had the decency to spare her most of the details. Leave for work before she had gotten up. Now, standing on the front step of a strange house she was face to face with the other woman.

She smelled sweetly, intoxicatingly even, of lilies. Strawberry blond hair. Long toned legs extending out of a short gauzy robe, ending in a pair of fuzzy stiletto slippers. The robe left little to imagination. Fir trim just covered the woman’s nipples, but Nancy could clearly see the outline of her ample breasts through the sheer fabric. Unsupported, each one taking a natural teardrop shape. Cleavage visible where the robe gaped. Nancy was trying to avoid looking any lower, but she was pretty sure the robe barely made down to the woman’s crotch. While too trashy to be the “goddess” Ralph mumbled about, she could see why he had been tempted and ultimately succumbed. Looking at the woman’s red lips, she even had fleeting doubts about herself. Would she, like the girl from the song, “like it”?

Men were the weaker sex, but she could still be upset with this slut. Answering the door dressed in the slightest wisp of clothing at eleven in the morning after (trying to) steal her husband.

Nancy prepared to release righteous fury.

The woman reached out and softly brushed Nancy’s face with long fingers. Suddenly drained of anger, Nancy was left only with sadness and vulnerability.

“You must be so tired Nancy. Come in. We will talk in private.”

Deflated, Nancy followed inside.

She sunk into the offered leather couch with the woman then sitting down next to her.

“You poor thing. Soooo tired. You couldn’t move even if you wanted. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Enjoy my touch.”

She hadn’t slept well last night. Gave into the invitation to close her eyes. A gentle caress on her arm. Up and down, up and down.....

“Breath in through your nose, what do you smell?”

up and down, up and down.....

“Lilies...” Nancy answered slowly, distantly, “...like on our honeymoon...”

up and down, up and down.....

Now softly, just a whisper in Nancy’s ear, “Did you save yourself for marriage?”

up and down, up and down.....

“yes. The honeymoon was my first time,... we made love every day, sometimes for hours....", her voice trailing off, her mind back in the honeymoon...

up and down, up and down.....

...she could almost(?) feel Ralph inside her and let out a quiet moan.

Her blouse became unbuttoned. The caressing moved from her arm to her bra covered breast.

“How did he feel?” A gentle nibbling of Nancy’s ear and then fingers pinching a nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.

Nancy gasped with a sharp intake of air. A flood of memories. “he...he... he feeeelt sooo gooood sliding innn.”

Nancy’s shorts became loose and a finger slipped into her wet pussy.

In her ear: “Slowly in and out. In and out. In and out.” The finger moving in time, gently spreading Nancy’s pussy lips, pushing in, than pulling out, gently pushing in again.

A deep kiss on her lips while finger fucking continued. Nancy did like it.

In and out, in and out.

The red lips pulled away and lower down the finger paused. With the most soft and calm voice Nancy had ever heard “But now you’re afraid that you might lose Ralph? That you aren’t sexy enough.”

A faint whipper in return: “yes”.

The finger started moving, this time tracing around Nancy’s clit. Round and round.

“Don’t worry. I am here to help.

Round and round.

“I love everyone in town

Round and round.

“Everyone loves me.

Round and round.

“I just want to help you and Ralph. Do you want my help Nancy?”

Nancy managed another barely audible “yes”.

Round and round.

“Good. Pleasure is the Goddess’ most sacred and divine gift.

Round and round.

“Giving or receiving pleasure is the greatest sacrament.”

Round and round.

Her mind had turned to jelly at this point, but punctuated by moaning she managed a halting, “are ... you ... the ... Goddess?”

Round and round.

“No. Just her instrument.

Round and round.

“Are you ready to be her instrument?”

Stronger than before, “Yes”

“Good. Take off your panties and kneel before me.”

Nancy stood up unsteadily and pulled her shorts and plain cotton panties down together, stepped out of them, and knelt before the woman. Nancy’s head was pulled towards the woman’s crotch. She had never performed oral on Ralph, much less another woman, but it was clear what was indented. What was needed. Needed by both of them.

Nancy started by lightly kissing the other’s lips, and then probed with her tongue. First gently. Encouraged by the woman’s moans and some heretofore unknown instinct she pushed her tongue harder and deeper. Her reward was more and louder moaning. She needed one hand to brace herself, but used the other to start playing with her own dripping cunt.

The woman’s body tensed up, stayed a knife’s edge for what seemed like an eternity, and then she came, taking Nancy along with her. Neither of them was ready to stop.

Nancy kept going.

Before long they both came again. The woman gently pushed Nancy away, slipped onto the floor, and maneuvered the two of them so they were each aligned face to pussy. The woman started eating Nancy out. Nancy reciprocated. Their efforts reinforcing each other and quickly they found themselves edging, building, and cresting in unison again and again.

Eventually it became too much. The other woman had stamina to spare, but Nancy’s tongue was tired. Her neck sore. Exhausted, she fell back. Instead of stopping the woman rolled Nancy on to her back, supported her by some pillows, and then went back to work on Nancy’s cunt. Edging and building, and then cumming again and again with ferocious intensity.

Eventually even being a passive recipient was too much and Nancy passed out.

Nancy woke to the distinctive stillness of an empty house. Taking in the array of moving boxes she came to the surprising conclusion the house was hers and she was on the the couch in her living room. Carefully she sat up. First though was it was all a very vivid dream, but her sore tongue mussels and a stiff neck suggested otherwise.

She was extremely thirsty. Somehow there was a cold glass of water on the end table which she greedily chugged it down. Her thirst temporarily satisfied, she noticed a peach next to the coaster. Biting into it she found it was ripe and bursting with flavor. Juice dripped down her chin. She was reminded of another sort of juice dripping down her chin a few hours (?) earlier. Nancy let out a low satisfied moan as her pussy remembered the day’s experience.

She wasn’t wearing the blouse and shorts she had put on that morning, but a dark green dress. She got up (somewhat unsteadily at first). Walked to the front hall and the mirror Ralph had hung the day before.

The dress’ A-line skirt was short, full, and not quite reaching her finger tips. There was no back to speak of. The neckline formed a deep V, showing off her cleavage. The point of the V well below her breasts. Her nipples were hard nubs but they didn’t show through the gathered fabric. Her breasts were doing an admirable job without a bra though. The side of each tear drop emerging out from under the “neck” line. It was almost like the dress was made for her. A bit confusing given that she had never seen it before.

The cool air on her pussy told her she wasn’t wearing any panties. She pulled up the short skirt and flashed herself in the mirror to have the visual confirmation.

Making her way back to the living room she sunk back down into the couch to try and reconstruct how she got here.

Just as she sat down when Ralph came in the front door. Finding her in the living room, he immediately dropped to his knees, put his head under her skirt, and starting eating her out.

What he lacked in the other woman’s skill was made up for by being her husband and their love for each other. She was soon on the edge, moaning and then coming again, and then again.

But she wanted more than his tongue. Pulling up his head up she kissed him hard and deep on the lips. A few hours ago the taste of her own pussy would have revolted her, but desire and the day’s experiences had cleansed her of any prudish impulses. Pulling back, she whispered “I want you long hard cock in me.” Then louder and with more force “NOW!” One quick motion pushing him to the floor and straddling his body. Pants quickly undone she has happy to see he wasn’t wearing any underwear either.

She wanted to impale herself, but found some internal shred of self-control. Slowly she slid her slick pussy down his rigid shaft. She was rewarded by moaning. Slowly she came back up, and then down again. At the bottom of each stroke a tight clenching of her mussels. Screams of her name and appeals to the Goddess erupting from Ralph. But that wasn’t all she wanted from him. She couldn’t help but pick up the pace and soon they both came.

With him still inside, she collapsed forward onto his chest. They both lied there motionless for a few moments.

The seemingly out of nowhere her pussy started rhythmically contracting around Ralph’s cock. He soon became hard and rolled them over in one smooth motion and began thrusting. Nancy and Ralph came one more time. Exhausted, he rolled off her and she fell asleep in the middle of their living room floor nestled into his shoulder.

Outside, sitting on the back steps the striking honey blonde in a simple sundress sensed that Ralph and Nancy had drifted off to sleep. It was now safe to go home. Given their experiences in the last 24 hours they would be out for a while. They probably wouldn’t attempt sex for at least another day after that. She had helped them a bit too much. It was soooo hard to resist newlyweds. She would come back later in the week with a “welcome wagon”. It wouldn’t do for them to get too frustrated when they did try again and wasn’t the same mind-blowing sex they had today. But next time she would coach more and intervene directly less. She would get them to the point they could worship the Goddess without her help.

Sitting on the steps, basking in their energy she had cum vicariously several times, but it was time to get home. Her husband had something special planned tonight. She needed to get home before he did. She went to great pains to make sure his surprises did surprise. She had used her memory of his last one to stoke Nancy desire, and was looking forward to more sex with her husband tonight. The cobbler’s husband would have very fine shoes.

She had brought Nancy back to her house in Nancy’s car. This sort of thing was so much simpler that way. The woman’s house wasn’t that far away, she was wearing (for her) a sensible pair of wedge sandals, and decided to just walk home.

After about a block Timmy MaGee came riding by on his bike. “Hi Ms. North. How are you doing today?”

She would have preferred the town’s children just call her Vicki, but no matter how much sexual liberation she and the Goddess had brought to the town, children calling adults by their first name was. just. not. done.

“Good Timmy. How are your parents doing?”

“Good, ma’am”, and then Timmy was off.

It did get her thinking about Mr. and Mrs. MaGee. She should have them over along with .... the Thordike-Smiths! That would be divine. Mr. MaGee would like watching Ms. MaGee in a lesbian 3-way. Mrs. MaGee would enjoy playing out those fantasies she had harbored since freshman year in a triple with two other girls. With her exhibitionist streak Anne Thordike-Smith would quite enjoy Mr. MaGee watching. Anne’s wife, June, was always a bit flush around Mrs. MaGee’s flowing red hair and ample bosom.

For her part, Victoria, of course, just enjoyed spreading the gifts of the Goddess.