The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter Five: The Deep Dive

“My titties popped out,” I stammered in to my phone, my heart fluttering as I looked around the empty hallway.

Why did he keep asking about what happened at the pool? Didn’t he realize it had traumatized me, showing like that; in public? Was he trying to embarrass me? If so, he was succeeding.

“Bubba, please, I told you I’m at school early. I had to bring some stuff for the play tonight, I won’t have time- yes I’m wearing my school uniform. Underneath?” My eyes darted around to insure no one was in earshot. My voice became sultry. “Pink lace thong and matching pushup bra, you should know, you paid for it.”

My brother said something then, over the phone, that made me feel very calm and relaxed. I strained to hear him over the sounds of the pop song playing in his apartment in the background. I told him, “you think I should wear that for tonight? That would be nice. Would you like that, Bubba, I’ll wear that for you.”

Now that made me feel better. It had hurt me the other day; watching Bubba take my best friend, Kacy, right in front of me. I knew that he wanted me too, that was obvious, hell, he had sucked on one of my boobs! He just would not seal the deal, almost like he was playing hard to get.

That’s what kept me unbalanced. One moment he was the protective big brother, the next moment, and intimate confidant that made me feel desired; then he would act timid, and the next moment was something darker, something grim.

Add to that Kacy’s body, I didn’t anticipate just how hot that girl was. Maybe I had been too focused on my brother to realize the threat Kacy posed. The worst part was that I had brought her in to the relationship and now things were more complicated than ever. Why did I think I could control that with subliminal messages?

He asked again about my bikini failing. “Yes, the string broke and they came out… no the top wasn’t too small, unless you mean,” my voice wavered as I sucked in air as if in preparation to scream. “They are normal for my size, I have big boobs and,” he became cruel, “Bubba don’t ever say that to a girl!” He had no right to say that!

My eyes began to well up. I desired, loved, and respected him. There were even moments in my life when I was in awe of him, but I was not about to let him, or any other person treat me like that. I wanted him rough, not heartless. “Listen you fuck—“ he said something and I realized I had misheard. Entirely my fault, I should try to listen more closely.

Also, maybe he was right; maybe I shouldn’t be so sensitive about my body. Didn’t I know there were plenty of guys and girls out there who liked what I had to offer? A tiny voice in my mind spoke out, ‘it isn’t about what other people like, it’s about loving yourself.’ Oddly, that sounded like Bubba’s voice too.

“What, yes, my titties popped out.” I found it a little easier to admit it. “Yes, you got one hell of a show, didn’t you? Lucky guy, maybe I can get a private show soon, hmm?” He had a lot to say about that.

I turned from the Drama classroom and walked down the hall to the girl’s bathroom. Once I was inside and made certain I was alone, I approached a stain streaked mirror over a semi clean sink and unbuttoned my blouse. All the while, Bubba kept speaking.

“You found a forum dedicated to female exhibitionism, there were even discussion threads full of guys offering ways of showing off their wives and girlfriends?” As I spoke, I noted that the push up bra, while lovely on me, was a poor fit, considering what the bra did and my attributes. The underwire had the effect of causing the tips of my areolas to peek past the cups, although a brief look would only cause the assumption that they saw shadows. This was magnified past the point of assumption when I adjusted the cups downward and pulled my breasts up even higher.

“Yes, about half an inch on each is showing,” I droned. I began to suspect my dear brother had a fetish. “Toilet paper, yes.” I went to a stall and grabbed gobs of toilet paper from a roll and wadded it up separately in to each hand and stuffed it down both cups of my bra. “About two inches on both sides now.”

“One moment.” I posed in front of the mirror and snapped a picture with my phone. I sent it to my brother. His voice became very animated. I closed my blouse and secured it, leaving the top two buttons undone. I leaned over and snapped another picture.

“Undoing the third button.” I did as he asked and leaned over again. This time as I took the picture; and even from my angle I could clearly see down my blouse. A copious amount of my areolas was on display.

My hands clutched the sink so hard they ached. I longed to tuck myself back in. Even with a blouse and bra on, I felt utterly exposed. Perhaps more troubling than the exposure was the lack of certainty, I would never know when I was showing to someone and when I wasn’t. I was unnerved. My brother kept speaking, over and over. “Today I play the role of a bimbo nip slip queen.” He insisted that I repeat his words.

My brother spoke some more. I pulled up my skirt, slipped a finger underneath the hem of my panties next to my labia and tugged the fabric over in to my vagina proper, exposing my left pussy lip. I snapped another picture. “Yes, a lip slip.” My hands fumbled with the phone. My body wanted to reject this so strongly that my brother had to notice the anxiety in my voice. I slid my skirt higher.

“I’ll get sent to the office. Our parents will be called.” My voice became shrill. “I will not!” I pulled back my fist, I wanted to punch my reflection in the mirror, and I warned him of what I was about to do.

My brother sang my favorite song. He begged, he soothed, he placated. I reached down and tucked my pussy lip back in to my thong and tugged my skirt halfway to where it was. My hands stopped at my blouse.

“Please,” I felt frozen, almost like when I rose out of the water in the pool. “Please let me tuck my titties back in, Bubba.” The anger had been replaced by the sad sense of resignation. “Every time I’ll bend over people will see.”

Bubba was not listening. “They’ll see what I have.” I was whispering, maybe that was why he could not hear me. “They’ll see that I have big nipples.” He made my say it, and those words, spoken aloud and to him, hurt me worse than all the many nightmares I had about them. My stomach was doing flips, I felt ill. Bubba gave a very long reply, so long in fact that several times I had to poke my head back out in to the hall to make sure that I was still alone.

There were times I wanted to cry again, or hang up, or cuss him out, say something to hurt him as he had hurt me. He repeated over and over again about exposure therapy and would laugh. I was not laughing.

Eventually however, as Bubba droned on and on; I noticed that more of what he said, I struggled to recall, as if every word was carried away by the wind. Still, I listened; because it was my Bubba and the rich timbre of his voice. Its strength resonated within me, as if I was a string that his voice could strum. “Mmm hmm,” was all the reply I was capable of. I pictured him on top of me, his broad shoulders blotting out the light. His weight pressed down, restraining me. I wrapped my legs around him to force all of him inside me. He was a feast for me to devour.

I shivered at my flight of fancy and let slip a sliver of a sigh, the only sign of the quivering mess that he had made of me allowed to show. Then I giggled; after all I was an actress, I would commit to the character.

“I’m playing a role.” I wrapped an errant strand of hair around a finger and caressed my lips with it before pushing it inside my mouth. I turned my body and studied my reflection in the mirror. My legs looked great. “Yes, they’ll see me,” I told my brother.

I stuck out a hip, placed a hand on my knee, and arched my back. My skirt rose, past showing the back of my thighs, my pink thong was displayed. “They’ll see my pretty little panties.” I giggled again as I spun around and faced the mirror.

I chewed on my hair as my eyes scanned downwards. I leaned forward and looked below my chin, past my neck, past where my cleavage began, past the swell of décolletage shown beneath my gaping blouse, on to the areolas revealed above my bra. “They’ll see my titties and know that they’re awesome.” I held up two fingers, tilted my head and made my lips pouty in a duck face pose, I double checked the phone to make sure that the angle would show all that and the downblouse shot, and snapped a picture and sent it to Bubba.

“Your new wall paper,” I laughed. I posed for a few more pics when I heard voices in the hallway. “School’s getting like, crowded and all. Enjoy what I gave ya and I’ll see ya laters. Bubba bye. Hehe get it?”

I disconnected the call and flounced my way around the school. I saw Kacy calling in, it was past time to meet up with her before homeroom, but I ignored it. She fucked him right in front of me, let her suffer!

It wasn’t all bad though, I saw him hard, and I loved that. Also, watching him fuck was kind of like seeing him in a porno. I didn’t shower with him, hell we didn’t talk much after he and Kacy got down. He knew I was angry. But not anymore, now I knew what he liked, and I could be that; the bimbo nip slip queen.

The boys around school were enjoying it too. Every time I dropped a pencil, “oopsies” I’d say and give them a show. By the end of second period they were all mumbling and the girls were all grumbling. And here I’d been terrified of them and their judgement.

The next class, our teacher, Mr. Watts, I caught even him sneaking some stares as he’d walked by me. The boys behind me noticed too, I could hear them snarking out.

I wasn’t surprised when he called me to his desk as the bell rang. As I got up, I thought about him, old and bald, this might be the biggest thrill he gets all year. He pointed to a paper, a test of mine. I waited until the last guy left and leaned over and pretended to study it while I looked at his crotch and waited to notice his erection. I didn’t need to see his eyes to know where he was looking.

“Ashley I was grading your test and, umm, on the written portion I noticed your two answers here are very verbose. Yes, I’d say you have two big answers showing, which is odd because you’ve never shown me this much of your work before. While I admire it, I feel as though, umm, maybe you could show a lot more.”

I giggled. “Gee, I guess you’re right Mr. Watts, I do have a lot out there. I guess my question is,” I looked up, “would showing more get me a better grade?” I didn’t wait for his silly reply of bad metaphors, I simply made sure the room was clear, reached up, pulled the right cup of my bra open enough for my entire titty to show and then covered myself back up.

I looked at the pole starting to stand in his lap and a thrill shot through me. “That should cover all my grades for the rest of the year. Also, I suggest you teach the next class sitting down.” I chuckled and sauntered through the door.

My next class was P.E. and I felt ready to deal with Kacy. She wasn’t there however, so I changed and found out which girls were jelly with their smirks and not so quiet remarks. ‘Fuck them,’ I thought to myself, ‘they’re just hating because they are stuck on the itty bitty titty committee.’

I had my uniform on and was almost out of the locker room when Kacy caught me. “Hold up,” she was panting. I pictured her with her tongue hanging out like a dog and laughed. “I just talked to your brother on the phone.” Kacy kind of was like a dog, the bitch.

“He said you could stop the act, to save your acting for the play tonight, whatever that means. Why didn’t he just call you?” Like she didn’t know.

“He called you because you’re his girlfriend.” I turned and left for the field outside.

“Wait Ashley. Shit!” Unless she had a note, she had to suit up. I’d have enough time to stay away from her for pretty much the entire class.

I couldn’t help but think of what she had said, though. Drop the act? I ignored the girls running around, the ones playing dodge ball and the ones skipping rope. I felt the heat from the sun and began to shrink from dread.

What had I done? Dear god.

What had he done to me? ‘Nothing I didn’t secretly desire,’ a small voice whispered in my mind. That voice sounded like mine.

I stumbled along, unknowingly drifting over to the boy’s side of the field.

“Hey IHOP!”

I was lost. “What?”

The boys from the apartment complex, they were grinning and moving closer, quickly, very quickly.

“You know, IHOP, those pancake nips!” The taller one laughed. The shorter one never took his eyes off of my chest.

I tried to steady my legs, I failed. I turned and lurched away as nausea set in.

“We want to see them again,” the short one whispered. They had to be right on top of me. There was a tug on the back of my shirt. Yet again in my life I felt true fear. And the one person I thought I could count on, was the person who put me there.

All I saw was a blur then, all I heard was a meaty ‘thunk’ and one of the boys screamed. I looked back to see the taller one doubled over, his face in his hands, and blood pooling on the ground. Oh, and a big rock was near his feet.

Kacy stepped in front of me.

She tossed another rock in the air and caught it. “Looks like your friend had an accident. You want one too,” she asked the goon that wasn’t bleeding everywhere.

He was speechless. The other students were yelling and I knew they would arrive soon.

“Keep walking Ashley.” She was pleading. How could I hate her?

The boy she had tagged gazed up at me. The blood had slowed to a trickle but his crimson mask coursed around his eyes and past his feral grin. It was the scariest shit I had ever seen in my life.

“Gonna fuck you and then fuck you up. Both you cunts are dead.”

“Didn’t you fail sixth and ninth grade, dumbass. You’re at least 18. You touch me you go to jail too. We’re honor students, you’re delinquents, who are they going believe anyway?” Kacy was still challenging him.

He wiped the blood from his face with his hand. His voice was cold. “I catch you out somewhere, I’ll return the favor.” He flicked his hand and splattered her shirt with his blood.

He walked off, his friend followed. Kacy accompanied me back towards our locker room, looking around on full alert.

“Ashley, something weird is going on.”

“Thank you Kace.” That was all I could muster at that moment. I saw a couple of drops of blood on her face. I wiped them off. “You should clean up, you’ve got his blood on you.” Other girls and some guys were around us, all of them wanting to know what happened.

“Just an accident. He’s going for first aid I think. No, it was an accident is all.” Kacy would be a lawyer one day, or a cage fighter. I was lucky she was my friend. Did he try to ruin that too?

We kept walking and the crowd drifted away, satisfied with her answers I suppose. I couldn’t think, my nerves were overloaded. I had to pee. My hands shook. She grabbed them and held them.

“Ashley look at me.” I just shook my head. “Look at me.” I had to comply.

“What the fuck is going on? There is shit I can’t remember, and some that I do remember that doesn’t make sense, like you in the pool. Why—“

I had to cut her off. I knew then that I had to confront him.

“Kacy,” how to phrase this. I could be mistaken and that mistake would ruin at least one life if I wasn’t careful, I knew I wasn’t though. It was time he stopped playing games and just took what was offered. “I’m gonna skip the rest of the day. I’ll be back tonight for the play. Watch yourself, that boy will try to hurt you if he gets the chance. All guys are like that, the bastards.”

“Ash, the rumors I heard, you walking around school… you showing yourself. I mean, what the actual fuck?”

I couldn’t meet her eyes. “Just be careful. I’ll see you tonight.”

I changed, got in my car, and rode over to his place. His car wasn’t out front. Which was fine, I could wait for him inside. That was the plan, anyway. Once I entered, I saw his laptop was hooked up to the TV. A video was playing.

On the screen I watched, horrified, as Kacy stripped me in my sleep. She… played with me, responding to my brother’s coaxing. My hands covered my mouth as my heart raced. She looked vacant. Empty.

Just as I looked as the scene switched. I stood out of the water of the pool, my titties shown in public. I could hear the two shitheads from school laughing. The camera switched from me to Kacy, she licked her lips as she stared.

“Boo,” he whispered in my ear.

I jumped and turned in the air as I screeched. I wanted to slap him, but he wrapped his arms around me and pinned me to his chest.

“Welcome home, little sister.” He sounded so fucking smug.

“Let me go you bastard,” my shouts were muffled by his mass.

“What, I thought this is what you wanted? And bastard, really Ashley, you know I have a father. It was under his roof you tried to seduce me. It was in his house you made many of the subliminal messages you tried to use to manipulate me.” He grabbed me under my shoulders and lifted me up until my head bumped the ceiling. All I could do was dangle my legs. “You really should have thought this through.”

“How,” was all I could manage.

“Simple enough, I knew something was wrong, and once I hypnotized you, you told me everything. And when I knew what was going on and had you under my command, your subliminals went to work for me. You helped me to enslave you, and your dear friend.” His arms trembled and I was becoming more and more scared. He wouldn’t look at me.

And Kacy, dear god, what had I gotten her in to?

“Don’t hurt her,” if you have to, hurt me. I wasn’t above begging.

“Me, hurt her,” he laughed, but it sounded broken. “You told me everything, you know. All your plans and your sick little fantasies. I heard about how you made her your guinea pig. Does she know that, little miss high and mighty. Does she know what you wanted your brother to do to you, does she know what you used on her to try to make that happen?”

I realized then how badly I had misjudged and hurt him. “Bubba.” My guilt eclipsed my fear. Then came clarity, I was going about this all wrong. I just needed to handle him properly. Muhahaha. My goal was within sight, it was time for him to commit.

“You’re not my Bobbi anymore,” he said quietly.

“And you’re not my Bubba anymore,” I told him. He looked disappointed.

I turned my head and whispered something.

“What,” I could hear the sadness in his voice. He pulled me closer. I looked at him, his eyes shot downward. I ran my hands across his face.

“I asked you, did it work, big brother” and smiled. “Are you going to finally fuck me now?”

He dropped me like he discovered he was holding a snake. I landed hard on my ass. “Oof.” As he stared, his face turning white, I spread my legs open in my school skirt, reached down to my panties, and showed him my pussy.

I discarded the real act and giggled. The final mask slipped away. I am, after all, one damn fine actress.

I brought my index finger to my mouth and nibbled on it. “Oh, don’t play innocent, James. Who was checking out who just a few years back, hmm? Like I couldn’t see you looking, like I couldn’t see your desire. And your cowardice. Because that is what you are, a fucking coward. You wanted this but was too afraid to follow through. Well, here it is, come and take it big boy.”

His erection strained his pants. He shook his head, his mouth moved.

I awoke on his bed nude, save for my panties. He sprawled over me, his weight on top, then he shifted, and I felt his dick press against my pussy.

“Mmmm.” It was happening. I was so wet.

He wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed, not gently. I stopped trying to breathe and just stretched languidly, a smile splitting my face. The head of his dick pressed against my clit. I moaned and grabbed his wrist, his cue to let go, but he held on. My eyes went wide. I pounded on his forearm, I scratched at his sad face. I began to cry, and then he let me go.

“We’re both sick, but the truth is I don’t want to hurt you, don’t make me try, because I love you. And if you love me, leave me alone.” He held my face still. “Push me on this and I’ll destroy you.” With that he scooped me up and carried me out of the room.

I tried to speak, to scream, but my throat was bruised, all I could do was make a scraping sound. He grabbed my keys from the console as we walked through the living room. He opened the door, set me outside, dropped my keys at my feet and slammed and locked the door in my face. I dashed for my car once I realized he would not open up and that I was outside, alone and exposed.

It was a good day for that, I guess.