The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kara walked up the drive towards where I was standing—a quizzical expression on her face. She was wearing a skimpy pair of white shorts with sandals and a black t-shirt, and her long dark hair was pulled back with a simple tie. As she approached me she turned and looked over her shoulder to where she had seen her old babysitter leave.

“Was that Emily?” Kara asked me hesitantly.

“Yeah, it was.” I replied—secure and confident. The thrill of power and control from last night was still strong and I found that I wasn’t worried at all.

“Oh.” Kara said. She screwed her pretty face up in thought—clearly thrown by my lack of concern.

I knew what it had to look like from her perspective; Emily was wearing a rumpled dress that looked very out of place in the light of the day. To anyone seeing her exiting a house not her own, the logical assumption would be that the person in question had spent the night. The thing Kara was wrestling with though was that Emily had been exiting her own house.

“Is—is mom home?” Kara asked, trying to be casual.

“She’s just upstairs.” I said, smiling easily at my daughter. Then, I took pity on her. “Emily just stopped by to visit.” That was technically true; I just wasn’t being specific when exactly she had come over.

Kara’s face was blank and she was looking intently at me. On the surface of it, what I had said was innocent enough; but I could see the suspicion that all wasn’t as it seemed going on behind her eyes. I watched with interest as her cheeks began to turn pink, and she crossed her arms—hugging herself as she shifted on the spot. Kara wasn’t sure, but my command to her—that she thought her parents being adventurous and kinky was hot—had come into effect; and what could be more depraved than her parents spending a night with her old babysitter?

She opened her mouth to ask me a follow-up question—and I couldn’t tell what she wanted the answer to be—but before she could I spoke; derailing her train of thought.

“You’re looking very cute this morning, kiddo.” I said, grinning down at her appreciatively.

It wasn’t a lie—Kara’s attire wasn’t anything fancy; it was more that anything she wore turned into quite the sexy outfit. Her little shorts gave the illusion that her legs were longer than they actually were. And, of course, her impressive bust turned the simple t-shirt into a beguiling set of curves.

Kara started in surprise and her flush deepened. But I caught a faint flash of a pleased smile on her face. I was playing upon the commands I had given to her while outside of time mercilessly now; in this case that she was flattered that I found her attractive. A rather tame and innocent one in light of all I had done in retrospect.

“Oh. Thanks, dad?”

“Did you have a good time with Michelle last night?” I asked. I watched as Kara blinked a few times—frowning a bit as well. I had distracted her, but she hadn’t forgotten.

“Yeah, we did.”

“Get up too much?” I ran my eyes over my daughter’s body. Not lecherously at all, but I wasn’t being subtle either. Kara obviously noticed that her father was blatantly looking her over, but she actually looked happy about it.

“Oh … this and that.” Kara said, grinning. “I won’t go into it, I don’t want to shock you.”

“I think you’ll find it takes a lot to shock me.” I said, smiling as I gestured my daughter inside. She had to duck under my outstretched arm to get through the door, and as she passed me I dropped my arm around her shoulders and casually pulled her against me in a hug.

“You right there, dad?” Kara said wryly, but she put an arm around me as well and hugged me back. “You shouldn’t be hugging young girls out in the open like this. What would the neighbours think?”

“I don’t think anyone could blame me.” I joked. I rubbed her arm—innocently enough, but I didn’t release my grip on her. Her skin was so soft, and holding my diminutive daughter to my side like this made my cock lurch under my robe.

Kara didn’t try to escape, but I could see her studying me under her lashes as she looked up. She flashed me a shy smile.

“So are we going to just spend all day in the doorway like this then?” Kara grinned up at me.

“No, I think I’d prefer to take you inside.” I said putting a slight emphasis on the word ‘take’. I slipped my arm off Kara’s shoulder and gave her a very light pat on her rounded ass to usher her inside the door.

Kara took a few startled steps forward, before turning around to face me. Her eyes were alight with shock and laughter. My daughter grinned at me and put her hands on her hips.

“Watch where you put your hands!” She laughed.

I was loving this—I hadn’t specifically influenced her towards overtly flirting with me; I had simply lowered her inhibitions a bit while also stoking her arousal. I remembered how she had called out my name while I spied on her masturbating, and I licked my lips. Kara’s eyes dropped down to the front of my robe and she saw my obvious bulge. Her face reddened, and she looked up at me—her eyes wide.

I stood there, supremely relaxed—directing a smile down at my daughter. Her face was a mask as she looked at me, and her eyes dropped once more to my obvious erection. Her cheeks were flaming now, but I saw that she was having trouble suppressing a pleased smile.

“Sorry, honey.” I said to her with an unapologetic wink for my roaming hand. “Have you had breakfast yet? Or is that a silly question?”

“No, nothing yet.” Kara fidgeted, constantly flashing quick glances down to my crotch.

I walked the few steps over to her and enfolded her in another hug. I was pleased at how bold I was being; my confidence in my new abilities seemed to have become entrenched in my psyche. I held my daughter against me gently; Kara stood within the circle of my arms for a moment before she somewhat gingerly slipped her arms around my waist. I kissed the top of my daughter’s midnight hair.

“Why don’t you freshen up if you need to, while I start making breakfast?” I tightened my grip slightly.

Kara appeared to be holding herself away from the bulge in my robe, but when I kissed her head she gave in and let herself be pulled completely in to me. As the length of her body touched mine, I felt my hard-on push into my daughter’s belly—her breath catching sharply at the sensation. She tilted her head back and looked up at me searchingly.

“Umm … okay.” She said. “Sounds good, dad.”

“Excellent.” I said. “Your mother is having a shower so she should be down soon enough as well.”

I leant down towards my daughter’s upturned face. I was holding my daughter very intimately; almost like a lover. Kara’s eyes went very wide, but she didn’t pull away. She seemed entranced as my face grew closer to her own; her lips parted, and I saw her pink tongue dart out to moisten them. When all I did was playfully kiss the tip of her nose, a brief flash of disappointment crossed her face. I stepped away from her and gently turned her to face the stairs. I patted her on the ass once more—lingering a bit longer this time.

“Off you go, It won’t take me long to make breakfast.” I said.

Kara looked at me over her shoulder—her expression mixed—and walked up the stairs towards her room; her gait unsteady.

I grinned inwardly as I watched my daughter go. I knew I was pushing things as it was—liking her dad checking her out and finding it hot to spy on her parent’s was one thing; seduction was something else entirely. This level of casual flirtation was unexpected but very welcome. That said, I didn’t know how far I could push this—how much more Kara would be comfortable with.

Still, I enjoyed this far more than simply commanding my daughter to fuck me. No matter how attractive and tempting that idea was, it wasn’t what I wanted. I had kind of stumbled into the situation with Emily the night before—but seducing the girl with Linda had been utterly incredible. She had been at turns eager and then unsure all at once. It had been a hell of a rush, and I knew I would always think back to last night fondly.

I wanted something like that with my daughter. It would have to be different in some aspects, I knew. But seducing Kara, stepping her towards the idea of getting fucked by her father … that was a delicious idea.

I would probably have to give a few more follow up suggestions, but I would be careful to leave them ambiguous to a certain extent. I wanted to see the look in my daughter’s lovely eyes the first time I entered her, and I wanted it to be the eyes of a girl disbelieving what she was doing. I rubbed at my bulge and grinned to myself.

I activated the Watch.

I went upstairs in this silent world of mine, heading for my daughter’s room. Just before I opened the door though, I spontaneously veered away towards my own bedroom. I wanted to check on what Linda was doing—I didn’t want to be interrupted. I figured I wouldn’t have to give Linda any further adjustments—not yet anyway. Amongst all the other commands, I had implanted the idea in my wife that it was normal to be flirty and suggestive with family members.

Linda was in the middle of getting dressed; it wouldn’t be long until she came downstairs. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but I wanted to have a little fun with Kara first. I studied the lovely woman who was my wife, trying to decide the best way to get what I wanted. Then I grinned to myself, and walked up behind Linda and whispered directions over and over into her ear. If I was going to delay Linda I may as well make her enjoy it while I was at it.

“Think about everything we did with Emily last night. Replay it over in your mind. You’re so horny that you have to masturbate before coming downstairs.”

I kissed my unresponsive wife on her cheek—casually hefting and squeezing one of her large breasts—before taking my leave of her and heading down the hall to our daughter’s room.

Kara was sitting on her bed, leaning forward slightly as she took the sandals off of her feet. I closed the door behind me as I padded towards her, before sitting companionably on the mattress next to her.

I put an arm around my daughter, and then lifted her up off of the bed. She was so light that it was no trouble at all to pick her up and move her into my lap. Kara was now perched all unaware on her father’s lap, facing away from me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, crushing her tightly to my chest, as I buried my face in her fragrant hair.

She seemed so tiny on me, and I was acutely reminded of more innocent times when she was younger—when she liked nothing better than to fling herself into my lap. The heat from her buttocks on my crotch felt scalding, and I stifled a happy groan. It was so hard to take things slowly when I could do this.

I slipped my hands under the bottom of Kara’s t-shirt, feeling the silky skin of her belly and the firm muscles beneath it. I began to gently play with her skin, roaming my hands over her body as I willed, while pressing my hips up into my daughter; grinding my erection between the globes of her ass. I let my hands wander further up until they were cupping her bra-covered breasts. I squeezed and fondled Kara’s chest absently as I thought about what to say.

I didn’t want to be blatant in my next command; I wanted to retain the hesitancy and unsureness that I was enjoying so much. All I wanted really was to just ensure that Kara didn’t chicken out of our little dance. I grinned to myself as I made my decision—I would amplify her desires instead.

I kissed Kara fondly on the top of her head before giving my instruction to her.

“Flirting with your father is perverted and naughty. Doing it makes you very aroused—aroused to the point where you can’t stop, even if you think you should.”

I felt a small twinge of guilt at this—I was purposely engineering it so that Kara wouldn’t be able to stop herself flirting with me even if she wanted to. But on the other hand … if she didn’t want to stop, it was fine wasn’t it?

The guilt didn’t last long.

After a few more minutes of groping her sexy body—I wasn’t made of stone—I rearranged Kara as I had found her on the bed, and exited her room. I went downstairs to the kitchen before deactivating the Watch and restarting time.

I was well underway with breakfast by the time that Kara came downstairs. I heard her come to a stop behind me as I worked at the stove cooking bacon and eggs. She didn’t say anything; just stood there silently behind me. I decided to break the silence, turning to face her and putting on a surprised expression.

“Ah, that was quick!” I said, giving her a smile.

Kara hesitantly smiled back at me before taking a fortifying deep breath. I couldn’t help but take note of how the front of her shirt strained. She squared her shoulders and then bounced into the kitchen proper; jumping up on the counter next to where I was cooking. She was still wearing her little white shorts, so as she crossed her legs at the ankles I was watching her bare thighs with interest.

“Yeah, well,” Kara said playfully to me. “I didn’t have all that much to do.”

“Just be careful sitting there, alright?” I told her warningly. I reached out and casually placed my hand on her knee, squeezing it gently before sliding my hand up a few inches to rest on her thigh. “I’m cooking with hot grease here, so don’t bump me.”

Kara looked down at me touching her leg and caught her bottom lip in her teeth but didn’t say anything. She nodded her head jerkily.

“That’s my girl.” I smiled at her, rubbing her leg one more time before letting go. “So—what exactly was it that you got up to last night that would shock me?”

Kara laughed, relaxing as she began to tell me what she and Michelle had done last night. It wasn’t anything shocking of course—and we soon fell into easy conversation. My ears pricked up at hearing that Kara hadn’t got a lot of sleep last night—apparently her best friend had been restless and kept talking in her sleep. From the slightly wicked blush Kara wore while she said this, I had to wonder if my instruction to Michelle to dream about me had worked after all. The problem was of course that I couldn’t think of a way to find out, so I ignored it for the moment.

I was nearly finished cooking by this point, and picked up a small bit of crispy bacon—one of those pieces that you know is terrible to eat but too tasty not to. I waved it playfully in front of my daughter’s face.

“Here, want it?” I asked her.

Kara nodded, and went to take it from me but I shook my head at her. Instead I raised it to her lips, making her eyes widen, and then slipped it into her mouth.

As I fed her, my fingertips touched her soft lips and I felt myself shiver pleasurably. It was so different to do this in real time; so much better than in the frozen world. Kara’s bright eyes were looking intently at me and without any further prompting from me she leant forward and slipped the ends of my fingers into her mouth.

We stood there looking at each other as my daughter very gently sucked on my fingers. I felt the tip of her tongue tentatively touch me, and my cock lurched in response. I regretfully slipped my fingers out from between her lips; slowly so as to enjoy the view of my lovely girl’s pursed lips. It wasn’t hard to picture my cock in her mouth instead.

I swallowed noisily, more off balance than I expected, and busied myself plating up. I took a few steps back to the kitchen table and laid out the food for us all. When I turned back to the counter Kara was still sitting there, slowly kicking her feet and watching me with a flushed face. Her expression was a mixture of confusion, arousal, surprise, worry, and a touch of shame. But covering it all was a slight upturn to her lips that made me think she was hiding a smile.

I walked over to her and put my hands at her narrow waist. I took a step closer and my daughter parted her legs unasked so I was standing between her spread thighs. We weren’t touching; she was still sitting on the counter, but it was undeniably intimate.

“Come on, kiddo—It’ll get cold.” I said, as I picked her up by her waist.

Kara squeaked in surprise, but then laughed readily as I spun her around. Her hands went up to my shoulders before they snaked around my neck. I didn’t put my daughter down straight away, instead lifting her higher and pulling her closer to me. Her belly was in front of my face and her small fingers were reflexively kneading at my neck and shoulders. I slowly lowered her down again, hearing her breath catch in her throat as her large breasts brushed my face on her way down.

Once our faces were level, I pulled her even tighter to me and I caught the smallest moan from her as I did. Almost instinctively, Kara’s thighs opened and she wrapped her legs around my waist to assist me in holding her up.

We stared at each other, our faces so close that our breath was intermingling. I leant forward and kissed the tip of her nose once more. I smiled at my daughter, but she didn’t return my smile. Her face was bright red and she was breathing very fast. When I leant forward to repeat my performance, Kara tilted her head up and instead my lips met hers.

I actually froze at this point; I had intended to ease my daughter into the idea of being intimate with me, but she had made this move on her own. Our lips were locked tightly together and Kara’s eyes were scrunched shut. Her hands at my neck were holding me very tightly. Before I could change this unexpected turn into a kiss worthy of her, Kara pulled back from me; from the wild look in her eyes I could tell she was regretting her boldness.

“Oh god, I’m—dad, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean —”

For the first time she struggled against me—not to escape me, but out of embarrassment. I figured that the easiest solution was the best one, so I leant forward once more but this time it was me that initiated the kiss.

I knew it was the right move when Kara instantly melted against me. I almost couldn’t believe it—I was standing in the kitchen cradling my daughter in my arms while I kissed her! Our tongues met and wrestled passionately, and I felt Kara’s thighs tighten their firm grip around my waist. I could feel my cock pressing under the crotch of her shorts, and I just had to get my hands on her more.

I tossed her upwards a few inches, and Kara gave a surprised gasp. I took the moment she was air-borne to move my hands into a firm grip on her rounded buttocks. I was now holding my daughter up by her ass. Kara moaned—audibly this time—before she practically attacked my mouth again, kissing me almost roughly.

This was heaven—and I’m not sure how far we would have taken it standing right there in the middle of the kitchen, but then we heard the sound of Linda coming down the stairs.