The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Truth Is Subjective

Chapter 2

We kept talking for a while, it was pleasant enough small talk, mostly class stuff but I couldn’t help but notice a couple of things. The first was that there was a more sexual bent to everything she said, enuendos and other flirtations just peppered amongst standard conversation. The second was that she always tried to walk a couple of steps ahead of me, not enough to stop conversation but definitely enough to be notice. The third and by the far the weirdest was that by the conversation we were friends. Nothing to object to but before I altered her truth Amelia and I barely exchanged passing hi’s. Now however we seemed like pretty good friends, albeit casual. I guess when you let someone watch you have sex with someone else you have to be pretty close.

Otherwise I couldn’t argue with her walking a little bit in front of me it meant I got to check out her magnificent ass. With this new truth of hers she had no qualms with displaying it in tights and by the looks of it she worked hard to make it as great as possible. I was an ass man after all, then it hit me. “Amelia, you want me to check out your ass”

She laughed, it was bright and playful like some very adult mischief “Figured it out huh? Must be losing my touch”

“I wouldn’t say that I guess I just know you better” I was grasping at straws but it seemed to hit home.

She stopped and turned to face me, giving me the once over. There was no subtely to it and was the very definition of being undressed with someone’s eyes. “That you do” and she bit her lip. Twirling back around she asked “Hey I’m suddenly really hungry you want to go to the refectory and get a bite?”

I wasn’t that hungry but I figured I could eat and besides I had more questions to ask her. She seemed to have no memory of what life was before I altered her truth and I wanted to know how it had changed. The immediate problem that occured to me with that of course is that I wasn’t that familiar with her to begin with. Now however we seemed to be pretty close, not sure if we’d actually had sex or not but she definitely alluded to something. As I watched her strut with a practiced motion that turned heads I considered that it might have been the case that flirting might simply be what she was good at.

She threw open the doors of the Refectory, giving the room a smile and a look. Results varied from rolled eyes to smiles but there was definitely a lot of appreciation for her entrance. We made our way to the line to get order our food and it was pretty obvious to me that I was an accessory to her. I didn’t mind it’s kind of how I liked it but it was interesting to disappear in her wake. I know it wasn’t entirely my fault, I provided the new context and her life simply changed to fit but it was incredible to know that I had some part in it.

We got our food and sat down, she’d given the girl behind the counter a wink which caused the girl to not scan the muffin that she now took a bite out of. “Do you always do that?” I asked her gesturing to it.

“Not really, only when I think they’re cute” she smiled at the girl behind the counter before turning back to me “but you know that Marcus, we’ve been friends for years. You asked me to come with you when you got your new laptop last week, I got you a discount. What’s wrong, BA Core stressing you out? Need some relief?”

I felt her foot rub up the inside of my leg and I couldn’t help but jump which caused her to giggle. It was a great sound full of fun and mischief. “You quite right there?”

She put her hands up in mock surprise “Hey, I’m not the jumpy one. But seriously though are you ok?” The concern was genuine and made me consider what kind of relationship we had now; Lovers, close friends, fuck buddies?

I shook my head “it’s fine just learning new things about myself”

“Like what?” she asked taking a bite out of the muffin. It was a normal motion, like any concern she had for me overrode her desire to flirt endlessly. I could think of any number of ways she could of made the act more sexual but she refrained. In that moment I knew that she cared for me if nothing else that was deserving of the truth.

I took a deep breath “You know how we were talking about subjectivity of truth in class?”

“How some things we hold to be true are not necessarily true for others and as human beings we have to be able to understand that things are not always bland and white, true or false. I read the material, I just got bored it’s why I gave Connie a thrill.” her reply came matter of factually.

“Well I was bored too, I’ve done the course a couple of times now”

“Worst luck but that’s your fault for switching degrees”

I laughed it was true I had switched degrees it’s what had forced me to retake the course the first time. “Yeah well, I’ve never completely agreed with the concept because some things are universally true. Like the underpinnings of reality, those things that can’t be changed, like gravity or death”

She shrugged “I do see your point but science has proven that gravity doesn’t exist in some environments and with medical improvements happening every day death is becoming less and less of an issue. I mean take my tits for example, a hundred years ago this would’ve been impossible hell fifty years ago it would’ve been impossible to go this size in two surgeries and it probably wouldn’t have been recommended. I think the idea is that what we hold to be true can change and we need to be aware of that. When we get to the point when what we believe to be true is unchangeable that’s when society starts to stall both socially and scientifically.”

I blinked, she’d made a good point and I hadn’t really been expecting it. Truth changes and I considered that I may just have the ability to change that rapidly. Maybe reality wasn’t as set in stone as I thought.

I felt a ripple it was subtle and no one else seemed to notice but it was definitely there. I realized that I might have accidentally changed something but with nothing noticeably different there was no way to be sure that it was anything at all. Though it was concerning in that I had felt it there was a change instead of simply seeing it.

I decided to continue “I think you might be right because when I was in class bored out of my brains I decided to do a thought exercise where I rolled a pencil and told myself that it wouldn’t fall. I held that as my truth and it didn’t fall but no one else noticed everyone else thought it was normal. Than I changed it back and it fell”

“And Connie told you to not interrupt”

“Exactly, well I decided to push that a bit further and held it as a truth that Connie always wore short skirt and then bam she went from jeans to a skirt. I did a couple of other things and it proved my theory correct, it seems like I have the ability to alter truth or what is true.”

“I did find it odd that I’d never seen her in pants, I mean she goes swimming in a skirt”

“Really?” I asked unbelieving of something so crazy

“Yeah I see her at the pool every now and again she wears a skirt over her bikini bottoms. It’s a frilly thing not really practical but I guess it does the job. Personally I prefer a slingshot, I got a great one in my room barely covers anything I wear it when I want to cause a stir at the beach.” she gave her eyebrows a wiggle.

I knew she didn’t really believe me so I decided to push it “And why don’t you wear it more often?”

“Because we both know my ass looks amazing in tights”

“Trust me Amelia I’m not arguing but think about that how many tights do you own?”

She thought about it for a few moments before “hey look I know it’s a pretty big collection but everyone needs a hobby. Doesn’t mean you can alter reality or truth or whatever you want to call it”

I knew I wasn’t making any headway so I decided to take some drastic measures. I altered her truth so that she could see the changes I made as I made them and I watched as the look on her face radically changed to something more akin to shock. “You still think I can’t do it?”

Her breath caught a little and she leaned forward to whisper “Marcus, you could be a god. I mean the pencil, what you did to Connie, what you did to me. This is crazy.”

“I can probably change you back” I said sheepish as I realized that she knew everything

Her hand latched down onto mine in less than a heart beat. The look on her face was anger born of fear like an animal backed into a corner or someone being confronted with an uncomfortable truth. It was terrifying and I tried pulling away only to find her grip was solid. “Don’t you dare, I was miserable. Sure my current life hasn’t been perfect but at least I’m happy now”

“What do you mean?” I asked genuinely concerned about something I might have missed.

She shook her head her grip unceasing “Just alter your truth Marcus make yourself know my past”

I did and my mind was rushed with memories of two lives back to back. A childhood raised in a church that continued into highschool and to graduation when things diverged sharply. In the old reality she had simply gone to College and in her new freedom from her overbearing parents had decided to start wearing tights after she had been complemented. She continued to be shy and withdrawn and little bit depressed as she focused on her studies.

In the new reality she had found an escape in highschool from her boring life in exploring her own sexuality. She’d quickly discovered that she loved to be desired and it didn’t matter the gender. After her graduation she had come out to her parents as being bi and that she had been sexually active. The latter being somewhat exagerated and mostly encompassed a couple of online chat sessions but it counted for her. She was then disowned by her family for being a slut and was thrown out with little more than what she had packed for college.

Once she arrived she dove head first into her own sexuality a casual interest and escape becoming a lifelong quest. Experimenting and exploring all that she could, she’d gained a reputation but she didn’t care. She knew more about herself than most of them ever would. For money she discovered camming and managed to land a couple of sugar daddies and a sugar momma that paid for her surgery and wardrobe. She’d also managed to spend her holidays with them, taking turns with each. Her passport sporting a varied collection of exotic destinations. Despite the sadness at being disowned she had moved past it to live a life most could only dream of.

She let go of me and I leaned back in my chair the ramifications of what I had done fully sinking in. I felt good that I had changed her life for the better but at the same point I couldn’t help but feel bad that I had changed her so much without her consent. “Is there anything you want? Any truth you want me to alter?”

She had a sad smile on her face, I could tell she was reflecting on her past. In this new reality we had met online and become online where I helped her through a lot. Then when we realized we were going to the same college an online friendship just deepened when we met in the flesh. The sex we had that night showed just how much more experienced she was than I but it was still fun. We discussed where we wanted to take our relationship but with neither of us being ready to setlle down we decided close friends with benefits would be best.

“You don’t have to Marcus you’ve already done so much for me, I’m not sure I’d still be here if it weren’t for you”

I leaned forward with a smile “What is power if it’s not shared?” I touched her hand “Anything you want”

I could see that sharp mind of hers firing through all the possibilities, all the impossibilities that could be made truth. She took a couple of minutes to think about it before she finally gave an answer “I’ve always resented that people aren’t as sexually open as I am. I know some people are but most people are so wrapped up in their own hangups they just can’t let themselves express what they want sexually”

I nodded and with a wry smile I said “your wish is my command” and I focused on altering that truth. I felt another ripple go through me and watched Amelia shiver as we both saw the changes happen. Alot more people became paired up and with a lot more public displays of affection. Likewise the appearance of almost everyone changed slightly, it was subtle in some case and a lot more obvious in others. One girl having a candy pacifier hanging from her bag to a well muscled guy in a cowboy hat with a fake horse tail clipped to the back of his jeans.

As he walked past his tray laden with healthy vegetarian fair Amelia checked his ass before turning back to me “That’s one stallion I wouldn’t mind riding”

I laughed “hey if you do tell me if he has a cutie mark”

“Don’t be mean, everyone has their thing and he just likes to be treated like bronco. So what’s your thing Marcus?” she looked me up and down looking for some kind of change.

Raising an eyebrow I stated “You know what my thing is Amelia”

“Call me Mistress,” with that she bit her lip and taking my hand dragged me onto my feet and out the door. She lead me from door to door checking locks and activity. I had to admit it was hot and with everything that had happened I was feeling horny so I went with it. I liked being dominated and Amelia was especially good at it.

We finally found an empty lecture hall in the back end of the campus and she sat me down in the front row. “Now you sit there like a good boy while I change,” she started strutting towards the side room ensuring to exaggerate the sway of her hips. She looked back over her shoulder “And remember, no touching till I say”

I followed her instructions, stretching my arms across the chairs so as to not be tempted and waited. I must have blurred a little because it wasn’t long before she came out again and how she was dressed made me catch my breath swallowing back whatever drool threatening to escape as my jaw dropped. The pattern of her tights and crop top were still there but the attire upon which they were adorned was completely different.

Gone was the crop top and tights, replacing them was an underbust corset designed to lift and present her magnificent chest for all to see and play with. The corset lacked laces but seemed to compress her waist inward exaggerating her already shapely hourglass. Below the corset she wore a pair of booty shorts tight like a second skin. She gave a practiced spin to show that what the tights did for her butt paled in comparison to what the shorts did. Stockings in the same pattern encased her legs to mid thigh with only a few inches of skin between them and the shorts. Her arms were also covered in elbow length gloves of the same pattern and material a touch I thought was nice. Then as my gaze trailed down I saw that she had somehow managed to find a boot style of the platforms she had wearing. The knee high boots ticking a box for me as I watched her strut towards to me.

Standing in front of me she ran her hands over her body and my eyes followed every inch of their path. Even as they stopped to tweak a nipple or slap a butt cheek I couldn’t help but watch and it didn’t take a look to know that I was probably tenting my pants horribly. From the look of her gaze as she licked her lips I figured it couldn’t have been that terrible. “Like what you see?”

I nodded eagerly in silence, it made her giggle as she placed both of her hands on her ass “Well you haven’t seen anything yet”

She placed one of her booted feet on my thigh, her leg bent at the knee. It presented the boot in all it’s glory and I could feel my breath quicken “Kiss my boot slave” she commanded and I did as I was told. I could feel a dampness grow in my briefs as my engorged dick started to leak while I kissed her boot.

“You know the best thing about these shorts?” she asked as she started to run her hands up her thigh to the interesection between her legs. When I shook my head in honest ignorance she giggled her hot little laugh. “Well slave there’s a slit right over my crotch and there is nothing stopping myself or any number of other things from entering into my hot, wet, snatch.” To drive her point home she slipped two of her fingers through the slit and started to finger herself.

Ever dutiful I continued my kissing as I watched with wide eyes as she masturbated in front of me. After a little while pulled her fingers free “I got a little carried away there, these gloves just feel so amazing inside”

She lifted her boot off my thigh and I almost followed it to the floor. “Such a good boot slave, very dedicated but stay in your seat” I slid back into the chair my finger twitching as they wanted to touch and feel and grope but couldn’t.

She took another step towards me and reached down to my crotch with her gloved hand. “Aren’t you a hard little slave, let’s see how hard I can get you” with that she unzipped my fly and pulling out my rigid cock ran a finger up the underside of it. She collected some of the pre-cum from the tip and licked it off her gloved finger before sucking it clean.

Wrapping the same hand around it she started to stroke it “Now remember slave, no cumming until I say” It was a command that was easier said then done, my grip on the chair tightening as I did my best to stop myself from cumming. The hand job was the first I’d ever had and Amelia’s obvious experience was her greatest asset as there was a sensuous grace to it that was bringing me quickly to the edge. Then as suddenly as it had begun it stopped. I ached with desire to release, she knew me well that was certain.

“Don’t worry slave, almost time but not quite” then she turned her back to me before slapping her ass with both hands. The motion caused me involuntarily buck in the chair, my desire to take her was getting almost too much to take. It was then that she thrust her butt into my face “Kiss my ass slave” and I did “Lick it” and I did “Now between” and I did. I didn’t care that I was licking the fabric of the booty shorts, I was so pent up with arousal she could tell me to do anything and I would’ve.

“Now both hands on my ass, slave, and I want you to squeeze real hard” I did as asked without hesitation and was rewarded as she moaned. It was loud and uninhibited, our actions were turning her on as much as they were myself.

“Guide me to your lap, slave. It’s time you got your reward for being so good” Moving my hands to her hips I guided her down into my lap until she was sitting. My cock was rubbed against the front side of her booty shorts and I wasn’t sure who was more wet. “Hands on my tits slave, I want you to grope me well” my hands flew to her engorged nipples where I started to knead and grope in what I hoped was an arousing fashion.

With my hands now occupied she moved her own down to my groin where she used both to guide me between the slit of her shorts and inside of her. “Don’t cum yet, Mistress get’s to go first” and with that she started to roll her hips. Moaning with every turn as they got quicker and quicker. At that point I wasn’t sure how I held back from cumming but it felt amazing as with a shudder she came. I felt it squeeze as she groaned with her orgasm her own juices leaking out between us.

After the momentary slow she picked up her pace again determined to get there one more time. As her arousal started to peak again she shouted “cum slave!” and I exploded within her. The added force pushed her over the edge and she came once more her body quivering onto top of me as we both rode it out.

As we both came down I said “I have a question”

“Mmhmm” she responded as she wiggled her hips on my shrinking manhood.

“Where did you get the new clothes?”

She turned her head so she was facing me as she brought a hand up to stroke my cheek “Oh I just made them appear on my body” and then she kissed me.