MIND FUCK
by Zebulon
This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is
intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery
and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
This may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted,
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is
being posted.
Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca
(MC, FF, MF, Bond)
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The true erotic pleasure of using mind control to fuck
someone lies in fucking with their mind. It took me years to
figure this out.
I was twelve when my powers first started to develop but I
was too timid to use them. My earliest experiment was to
get a lady in a grocery to pick out the exact tomato I
was looking at. Later I got a in a diner to drop his fork
and then spill his drink. For a while I thought I might be
nuts. It took me over a year to convince myself I really had
the power to control others. It took me much longer to try
anything interesting.
I was a senior in high school and still hadn't thought about
using my powers for sex. Well, actually I thought about it
all the time. I just hadn't worked up the nerve. Then one
day, I was in the library when realized I was alone with one
of the prettiest in the school. I can still see her fuzzy
sweater and pouting lips. I concentrated a bit and made her
fall deeply asleep. Then I nervously walked over and felt
her up under that sexy sweater for half a minute. I was
flushed with triumph as I scooted out of the building and
woke her again. Such was my sex life at the time. I was
such a nerd.
Things got better in college, but not much. I started out
where I had left off in high school. I went through a phase
of having sex with sleeping in their dorms. By the time
I graduated, I was having zombie-like dates with who
did everything I desired of them and then remembered
nothing. But these robot-like encounters were not very
satisfying. There is an essence to sex which involves a girl's
conscious participation. Without it, sex is just
masturbation.
During college, I also had a couple of real dates with real
girls. I mean, dates with whose minds I wasn't
controlling. And these were much better than the mind
control sex. So while I liked the idea of using my powers to
get sex, I didn't know how to get what I really wanted.
Money was obviously no problem, so after I
concentrated full time on honing my powers and trying to
figure out how to make them work for me. Within a few
years I found that I could feel the emotions others were
experiencing. Soon after I began to read thoughts. I can
now read them with a fair degree of accuracy. It took me a
few years to really develop these higher level abilities and it
took almost that long to figure out how to make best use of
my gift. But learn I finally did. The breakthrough came in
L.A.
I'd invited myself to a big party being thrown by a producer.
It was being held in a huge mansion up in the Hollywood
Hills. There must have been a couple hundred party goers
and some of the most beautiful and talented women I'd ever
seen. I'd spent hours wandering around, meeting, eating,
drinking, and making merry. I was also checking out the
talent. This was like a sexual smorgasbord. There was
everything here. Beauty, intelligence, sensuality,
dominance, submissiveness, lust, and kinkiness of all kinds.
You name it; it was there. So many possibilities. So many
combinations. I'd been busy using my powers to make
money for about a week and hadn't bothered with sex. So I
was randy as hell and wanted this night's entertainment to
be exceptional. That's why I was taking my time.
And that was the key to my discovering the secret of great
Mind Control sex. I could have anything I wanted. What
did I want? Instead of trying to conjure something out of
my own imagination, I was reading the thoughts of some of
those wild sex-pots and getting ideas based on their lusts
and needs.
I kept coming back to this one delightful little brunette.
Well, not that little. Her name was Robin. She was 5' 6"
and had a perfectly wonderful figure. Not too thin, not to
heavy, fabulous curves, a lovely face, and an even more
adorable personality. She was a 23 year journalist
wannabe working for one of the studios in their PR
department. She was rather inexperienced but full of all
kinds of repressed sexuality. And she was homophobic as
hell. That's what gave me the idea. Robin had been badly
scared by an experience she had as a freshman.
There was this powerful erotic memory of kissing a at a
New Year's Eve party.
Since she had gone to the party without a date, Robin ended
up hanging out with this other girl. Midnight came. They
were both just a little drunk. And they kissed. It turned
into quite some kiss. As they were breaking it off, the gave Robin's tit a little squeeze and an inviting look. That
sobered her up quickly. She stammered something about
'happy new year,' and ran. Since then, she'd been with a
number of men, but the party kiss was the most erotic
sexual memory she had. She beat off to it frequently and
hated herself for doing so. The idea of being a ran
counter to everything she had been taught by her and
church. And I was pretty sure she really wasn't gay. She
might have been Bi. But I think she was far more hetero
than anything else. She'd just gotten caught up in a strange
moment and couldn't get it out of her head.
Yet there was something about Robin's feelings and
vulnerabilities kept by libido boiling. Something in my mind
was nagging at me because of some other party-goer I'd
sniffed out earlier. Now who was it? There were so many.
I kept Robin on the hook while I mulled it over and
suddenly I remembered. Heather. That's right. Now
where had she gotten off to? Heather was a true lesbian.
Definitely. And a kinky one at that. She had been in a long-
term BDSM relationship with another but that had
ended a few weeks before. Heather had been a 24/7
submissive but was secretly curious about playing the Dom.
She had asked her girlfriend to switch for a day and been
severely punished for it. That's what led to the break-up.
And that also gave me one hell of an idea.
Heather had a rich head of auburn hair. As a submissive
she'd kept it long. But now she was wearing it shoulder-
length. She'd come dressed in a flamboyant kimono. She
was a couple of years than Robin. She was also a
couple of inches taller and was wearing heels to boot.
The two had a very similar body type. Truth be
known, both were stunning. Heather had sharper features
and, while quite attractive, she didn't have the classic Greek
or Roman beauty of Robin. But Heather's face was more
interesting. I loved the combination.
So I made a couple of innocent suggestions which got the
two in the same room at the same time and gave them
a careful twice-over. Perfect. But here is where the angel
of good sense landed on my shoulder and made me slow
down. I didn't want to rush this. I was getting so horny I
couldn't stand it. But the situation was delicious. I think I
was teasing myself. I wanted this to be great. So I stalled
and mulled it over.
I planted a suggestion in each of them to be sure neither would leave. Then in a moment of inspiration I made them
keenly conscious of each other. Robin found herself aware
that Heather was watching her and found herself intensely
attracted and repelled at the same time. Heather became
aware of Robin and started thinking how wonderful it might
feel to make the little bitch lick her cunt. Without any other
influence on my part, both started getting seriously
aroused. Robin's heart rate nearly doubled. Heather was
already wet and very sensible of the fact. So I turned them
loose to wander around the party and thought about it some
more.
I had scoped out the mansion when I first arrived. There
was a whole wing off-limits to the party goers with two
bouncers to ensure privacy. This was perfect. From the
mind of the producer, I learned there were a half dozen
rooms including a huge master bedroom. But I wanted to
check it out for myself, so I just walked past the guards like
I didn't exist. The room was even better than I'd expected.
There was a huge bed, a great chair in the corner from
which to watch the show, and an attached bathroom. When
I returned to the party, I made a few additional security
arrangements. We would not be disturbed and no one,
including the producer, would enter the closed wing until
very late the next day. In fact, our host would suddenly feel
an overwhelming urge to drive up to San Francisco when
the party was over. I'd love to know how that one turned
out.
I finished making my little arrangements and went back to
find the girls. Heather was easy. She was hovering around
one of the buffet tables with a distant longing expression.
Robin was nowhere to be seen. Had Robin somehow
gotten away? I read Heather's mind and smiled. Her
distant longing was directed at one of the bathrooms where
Robin was hiding out. And once I knew where she was, I
could read her mind. Robin was beating off. In an instant, I
was rigid with anticipation.
Robin had found herself being stalked by this mysterious
intense redhead and had been so repelled that she'd gone to
hide out in a bathroom. But she'd also been so turned on
that, almost without realizing what she was doing, she had
hiked-up her skirt and pulled down her undergarments.
Then she sat on the pot and started fingering herself. If I
hadn't intervened I think she would have come fairly
quickly. Instead she suddenly got the overpowering feeling
that someone was listening at the door. Maybe it was the
redhead. She pulled herself together, cursed herself for
being stupid, checked her make-up, and left the bathroom.
Heather brightened at her reappearance. It took a moment
for Robin to find her in the crowd and shuddered inwardly
when she finally did. I was as ready as I've ever been. This
was going to be great. It was show time.
* * * * *
Who was that strange woman in the oriental dress and why
was she following me? Why I was so aware of her? Why
was I having all these weird thoughts and feelings. Why I
didn't I leave? Why was I getting so hot?
I'd jumped at the chance to come to the party. Here was a
real opportunity to do some serious networking. I thought I
might even arrange a freelance writing project if I could
make a good enough impression on someone worth
interviewing. I was dressed in my casual-professional-sexy
outfit and was wearing my best 'dumb-blond' personality. I
knew find me attractive and I don't mind using that to
my advantage. If I could get an interview because some
bigwig thinks I'm cute, that was OK with me.
And everything was going great. I'd actually talked to a
couple of very important names. One of them had even
given me a card and told me to call his people. Then I just
zoned out. It must have been the punch bowl. I remember
I was looking at the punch bowl and it reminded me of
Laura and the New Year's party. I'd been soooo drunk that
night. No matter how I try, I can't seem to lose the
memory. She had such soft lips. And when I close my
eyes, I can still smell her perfume and feel her fingers . . .
Well, anyway, that was the end of the party for me. I
couldn't get Laura out of my head. The next thing I knew
some strange woman was staring at me and following me
around. What did she want? Was she trying to hit on me?
Why was I getting so aroused thinking about her? God, I
can't believe what I was doing in the bathroom. I've never
ever done that before. But I was so turned on.
And then I lost track of her. When I came out I remember
looking around and wondering, 'where are you?' Then I
spotted her by the punch bowl.
She must have been waiting for me. She was looking
straight at me and smiling like she knew what I had been
doing. I zoned out for a second time and lost track of her
again. When I came back to myself I scanned the room for
a few wild moments. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
An electric charge raced down my spine and I swear it
settled in my clitoris. I must have flinched like crazy. It's a
good thing I wasn't holding a drink. I froze. I could feel
her warm breath on my ear.
"Come with me," she said. Her voice soft, gentle, and
commanding. Her hand slipped off my shoulder and gently
raked down my back as it dropped. For a moment, I didn't
move. Then I turned and saw her walking off. If ever there
was a time to run and hide, this was it.
But I found myself following. I had started walking after
her before I even realized I was doing so. And my were damp. I could feel them cling as I moved. What the
hell was happening to me?
The woman walked into a dimly lit hallway between two
very brawny who seemed to be security. They ignored
her completely. As I walked up, I expected to be stopped.
But they ignored me too. It was like I was invisible. I
looked back after I was well past. Neither of them had even
moved. When I turned back into the hall the mysterious
woman was gone. This would have been a perfect time to
scoot.
I started to tremble as I began to inch my way down the
strange hall. It was kind of dark but that wasn't why I was
moving so slowly. I was scared and I was horny. I couldn't
believe how horny. There was something about that woman
something about her eyes. I wanted to scream, but I just
kept moving. There were lots of doors, but none of them
seemed right. And still no sign of her. By now the party
noises had faded away. The house must have been well
insulated and the party was losing steam.
After an agonizing time creeping along in the semi-dark I
came to the end of the hall. The door on the right was
open, but somehow I knew the closed door on the left was
the correct one. I stood in front of it and waited. I couldn't
bring myself to move. I was trembling so much I could
actually see my hand shaking in the dim light. I finally got
ready to knock when I felt her hand on my shoulder again.
This time, she had gripped me with some force. I froze. I'd
almost peed myself.
"Well, little darling," she said, and pulled me around to face
her. "Well, well, well." She was looking at me like she
owned me and smiling in a way that sent more shivers down
my spine. "Very nice," she almost whispered, "very nice,
indeed." She looked me over slowly from head to toe.
"Turn around." And to my amazement I did. I turned in a
slow full circle so she could get a good look at me.
The strange woman smiled and then removed a thin sash
from around the waist of her oriental dress. She reached up
and draped it around my neck and then grabbed the lose
ends together just where my met. "Come," she said
with another wicked smile.
Then she moved past me, opened the door, and entered,
pulling me along with her. I felt like a on a leash.
I was so focused on my weird situation and on the woman
who was leading me that I hardly noticed the room. I
remember that it was very big and there was a huge bed.
The woman pulled me to the foot of the bed and then turned
to face me.
She didn't let go of the sash, but reached up her other hand
and started stroking the side of my face. It felt unbelievably
nice. Why? I could feel myself getting even damper. I
really had to get out of there, but I couldn't seem to move.
I tried to say something, but all I could do was to form the
word, 'please' with my lips. No sound came out. The
woman leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were so soft
and gentle. My eyes seemed to close of their own accord.
'Oh, Laura.' For a few moments it was just her lips, then I
felt the tip of her tongue.
I wanted to scream. I was so hot. I finally got my hands to
move and brought them up in a half-hearted attempt to push
her face away from mine. She used her free hand to brush
mine away. The whole time she hadn't released the sash
and she hadn't stopped kissing me. And then I realized that
she had been unbuttoning my blouse because once she had
swatted my hands away, she went back to the last few
buttons.
This realization gave me some added strength. I reached up
with both hands and grabbed hers. She broke off the kiss.
"Please, . . ." I finally was able to get out.
Her face darkened. "Please, what?" she said in a very
commanding voice.
"Please, . . ." That's about all I could get out.
She let go of the sash, pulled her hand free from mine, and
grasped my with considerable strength. It was almost
painful.
She used my like handles and shook me as she
repeated, "Please, what?"
I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Couldn't breath.
"I know what you want, bitch," she said with some force.
"So don't fuck with me." Then she released my and
quickly finished unbuttoning my blouse and undoing my bra.
She pulled both off of me and let them drop to the floor.
My nipples were hard. Her sash was still hung around my
neck and the feel of the silky fabric against my skin was
maddeningly erotic.
And still I hadn't said anything or made any real move to
stop her or to run away. I was more excited than I can ever
remember. I couldn't believe how wet I'd gotten. If almost
felt like I had actually peed a little even though I knew I
hadn't.
For a long moment neither of us moved. Then the woman
leaned forward, kissed one of my nipples, licked it a bit,
and then and rubbed her cheek against it almost to dry it off.
I made one last effort to assert my will. I reached up to pull
try to pull her face away. It wasn't a very good effort. But
it was too much interference for her. She broke off her
attentions to my breast, spun me around, grabbed my waist
and pulled me back toward the bed. Then she pulled the
sash off of my neck. I heard the bed groan as she sat. She
used the sash to tie my wrists together behind my back. I
did nothing to stop her.
I could feel my heart thumping. When she was finished, I
heard her 'humpf' as if she were inspecting her handiwork.
I felt her unbutton and unzip my skirt. It fell to the
floor around my ankles. She spun me back around, grabbed
the waistband of my pantyhose and and looked up
into my eyes.
"You like being controlled, don't you?"
I wanted to say 'no.' My lips were moving but nothing
came out. And I knew the flush on my face and heavy
breathing was giving me away.
"You like this, don't you?" she asked again.
And again I said nothing. Tears were forming in my eyes. I
looked straight ahead and tried not to think about what was
happening.
The woman reached around with her free hand and clenched
one of my rear cheeks. Her touch was almost gentle. She
pulled me in more closely to her and then tugged my and hose down around my thighs. There was nothing I
could do. I felt her hand move to my crotch. Her fingers
sank into the warm, wet folds of flesh. I felt a flash of raw
lust come over me. My legs were trembling. I found my
feet had moved further apart to make it easier for her.
When had I done that? I was more ashamed than I had ever
been before and more turned on as well. Was this the real
me?
I looked down and the woman was still looking up at me.
"What's your name, Sweetpuss," she asked.
"R. . . ., R . . ., Robin," I finally managed to say in a very
small voice.
"Well, Er-Er-Robin, I think you like this very much." There
was a smugness in her expression. "Don't you?"
I didn't say anything, but I'm sure my expression gave me
away.
"Don't you?" she asked again. This time more sternly.
And again, all I could do is to look mutely back at her.
She suddenly looked very severe and pulled me quickly
down across her lap. She slapped me very hard on my
naked behind. It hurt. I tried to cover myself with my
hands before she hit me again.
"Don't do that." I heard her rasp. "Don't do that!" she
almost yelled. "You get your hands out of there right
now!" With tears in my eyes, I pulled my hands up to the
small of my back.
For a long moment nothing happened. Then she spanked
me again with three more hard slaps.
I was blubbering like a baby when she pushed me off of her
lap and I landed on the rug at her feet.
She only let me lay there crying for a few seconds. "Get
up," she said. "Get up NOW!"
It wasn't easy with my hands still tied and with the pain in
my rear. I must have looked very clumsy. But I got up and
stood a few feet away, facing her.
She watched me for a long time until I was only sniffling.
Then she looked directly into my eyes and pointed at the
floor in front of her. I stepped to where she pointed and
tried not to meet her eyes. I also tried not to fall over. I
was still wearing heels and had to be careful walking on that
thick rug. Aside from that, my hose and were still
pulled down around my thighs. My skirt was lying in a
puddle near the woman's feet. I tried not to step on it.
There was another long moment when nothing happened.
Perhaps she was waiting for me to look at her. Then I felt
her hands on my waist. She kicked my skirt to one side and
pulled me closer.
I felt her start to run one hand lightly over my body. The
other never left my waist. Her touch was firm but gentle.
Her movements soft, insistent, demanding. My nipples felt
tighter than I could ever remember. I felt fingers start at my
hip and run ever so slowly up my side. Sometimes I felt
fingertips on my skin. Other times if felt like her nails. I
closed my eyes. Her fingers came to rest on the side of my
breast. I could feel the tiny hairs on my skin almost
throbbing where she touched me.
"Prettypuss," she said, "Robin. You like this, don't you."
My eyes stayed tightly closed. I tried to answer her but my
mouth wouldn't seem to work.
"You'd better answer me, Prettypuss," she said, "and you'd
better call me 'Mistress' when you do."
My eyes few open. 'What the hell was this?' I wondered. I
looked down and the woman was not looking up into my
face. She was studying my as her fingers toyed with
the skin around my enlarged nipple without ever actually
touching it. I forced my voice to work, "I . . . I don't know,
. . . Mistress," I said with a definite quaver in my voice.
"What don't you know, Sexypuss?" She was smiling.
I swallowed hard and the sensations from her touch washed
over me. She had just switched breasts. "I don't know how
I'm feeling."
For a few second no change. Then I felt her squish down
on my nipple.
"Mistress," I squeaked.
"Better, Cunt," she said as she released the pressure, "but
don't forget again."
I wouldn't.
She let her fingers rake over my skin for quite a while.
Reaching up to my neck and ears. Traveling down to my
hips and thighs and below the pantyhose to my ankles.
Both her hands were moving now. Then she said, "I don't
care what you know. Tell me how you feel. Do you like
this."
God help me, I did. There was even something freakishly
erotic about the way she'd abused and spanked me. "Yes,
Mistress."
She didn't say a word, but reached up with both hands and
placed them on either side and just below my breasts. I
could feel her thumbs right under my breasts. Her fingers
almost on my back. She pulled me gently forward and
leaned forward herself. I could feel her tongue and lips
softly licking and nipping at my and nipples. The
feelings were luxurious. I closed my eyes again.
Then she stopped. She straightened me back up and
carefully, so I wouldn't fall, turned me back around. I felt
her untying my wrists. I felt the sash drop away and then
her hands were no longer touching me. My own hands
dropped to my sides. She wasn't saying anything and I
didn't know what to do.
"Finish getting undressed, Prettypuss," she finally said in a
low voice. I did.
"Now turn around so I can see you."
When I turned, the woman was sitting serenely on the bed
and giving me that look of ownership again. I wanted to
cover my nakedness with my hands, but somehow I couldn't
seem to make them move.
She pointed again at the rug in front of her and I again
moved into position, but this time without hesitation and
much closer than I had before.
She reached her hand up between my legs and felt the loose,
damp flesh. I in breath between clenched teeth and
found I'd again moved my legs apart for her.
When I looked down she was smiling and studying my pubic
mound. Her fingers found my clitoris and she was rubbing
it in a maddeningly erotic way. I was breathing hard now
and knew I would come at any moment. And somehow, as
if she knew exactly when, she stopped. I was left gasping
just short of an orgasm. My eyes went wide with surprise
and repressed passion.
The woman made a shooing gesture with her hands and I
backed up a couple of feet so she could stand up. "Did you
think, this was all going to be for your pleasure,
Honeypuss?" I took too long trying to regain my
composure and thinking about her question. She stood up
took a step forward and pushing her face right into mine
said, "DID YOU?"
"N . . . No, Mistress."
She smiled. Then reaching up with both hands, held my
face and kissed me deeply. It was a long, long, highly erotic
kiss. No one had ever kissed me like that before. Not even
Laura. I didn't know what to do with my hands so they
hung limply at my sides. Between the feel of her lips and
tongue on mine and the fabric of her dress on my
hypersensitive nipples, I came. It was only a small orgasm,
but I definitely came. And she knew it.
"My, my, Sexypuss," she said, pulling back from the kiss.
"You do have a hair trigger, don't you?"
I knew I'd better say something. "Yes, Mistress," I croaked
between ragged breaths even though I wasn't sure that was
true. I'd just never been that turned on before.
The woman took a step back and held out her arms. Then
she said, "You may undress your Mistress."
I had another of those, 'what the hell is this,' reactions. But
I didn't want to get spanked again, so I did as I was told.
There wasn't much to remove. She was wearing some kind
of one-piece, oriental dress. It looked like one of those
things Japanese tea-house wear in the movies. I got it
off and was about to toss it on the floor next to my skirt,
when she cleared her throat and made me to understand that
her clothes were not to be treated that way.
So I looked for a place to put it. There was a huge
overstuffed chair in the corner, but for some reason I knew I
couldn't go there. In fact, I found I didn't even want to
look at the chair. But there was a closet. So I walked over
and carefully hung the garment. The woman was not
wearing a bra. Her were a little larger than mine and
seemed quite firm. Even without the bra there was no sag.
I tried not to look at them, however, as I walked back to
her. I'm sure she noticed.
All she had on were silk and high heels. So I got
down on one knee in front of her and removed the heels
first. As she stepped out of the second shoe, I felt her run
her fingers through my hair, like you'd stroke a dog. I took
a deep breath and reached up and carefully grabbed her
panties and slid them down to the floor. She stepped out of
them. Then I took her stuff over to the dresser. I carefully
laid her on the top and set her shoes on the floor
below. When I turned back the woman was standing on the
side of the bed facing me.
I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. What did she
want? As she looked at me I got very self-conscious. I
know how silly that must sound, after everything else that
had happened. But it's true. I was suddenly embarrassed at
my nakedness and also at hers. I must have blushed and
looked down.
"Robin," she said. I looked back up. Her arms were held
out toward me in an inviting gesture. "Come."
I walked over not knowing what to think. And she took me
in her arms and hugged me very tightly. It was very strange
feeling her naked pressing into mine. Then she
kissed me again.
After what seemed a long time she broke that off and sat
down. She patted the middle of the bed. So I climbed in
past her and lay with my head on a pillow. As I did, she
pulled herself up onto the bed so that she was sitting cross-
legged next to me.
I was feeling so strange. I was still very aroused, despite
my little climax. I knew there was a lot more behind that. I
knew I could come again very easily. I lay quite still and
looked straight up at the ceiling.
"You haven't looked at my breasts," she said. I just shook
my head. "Look at them, Kitten." I turned my head and
looked. They were definitely larger than mine and very
pretty. She had well defined pink nipples and large circular
areolas. The whole areola puffed out from her just a
little. Her nipples were very erect. Somehow her looked full and hungry. "Do you like them?"
I wanted to cry. I knew what was coming but felt
powerless to do anything about it. Besides, the longer this
went on the more I felt like I wanted it to happen.
"Yes, Mistress," I heard myself saying in a very sincere
voice. "They are very nice."
"Show me, how much you like them."
As I reached over I noticed my hand was trembling again. I
touched her breast. The skin was warm and very smooth. I
slid my fingers around her nipple and she made a little
sighing noise. "That's nice, Robin," she said in almost a
hiss. "That's very nice." She reached down and put her
hand behind my head. Then she leaned forward a little and
pulled my face up to her. Without being told, I started
licking and at her nipple. I moved very slowly at
first. But after a short time, I found I was getting more and
more aroused. I was licking and more energetically
and without any directions from her. I worked the tender
flesh of first one and then the other of her breasts, twirling
my tongue around the nipples and breathing in the smell of
her perfume. I didn't recognize it, but I somehow found the
scent almost intoxicating.
"Just a minute, Kitten." She lowered my head and then lay
down next to me. "OK."
That was all she said. But I found myself sitting up and
leaning over to continue working her breasts. Then I kissed
up her chest to lick around her neck and ears. Suddenly, to
my horror, I realized that I had slid one hand down her belly
and was running my fingers through the pubic thatch above
her private area. I looked down. She had carefully trimmed
all of her hair away down there except for a little heart
shaped patch right above her slit.
I started to pull my hand back when she reached over and
grabbed my hand. She pulled it back to her pubic area and
said, "Don't stop. That's very nice, too."
With tears again forming in my eyes, I rubbed her public
mound and continued licking and her breasts. I was
intensely aware of the feel of the soft bare skin around that
small tuft of hair. After a while, she sat up and pulled her
sash out from under a pillow. When had she put that there?
"You're a tasty little treat," she said, "but you need
training." So saying, she pushed me back and rolled me
over on my stomach. "We don't have time for that right
now," she said, retying my wrists behind my back, "but
we'll get to the training later, won't we little darling."
I was almost too shocked to respond. What did she mean
by 'later.'
She slapped my ass again, very hard. "Won't we!"
"Yes, Mistress," I almost bawled.
"Very good," she said. "Now let's see what you've got for
me." I was still lying on my stomach. She reached down
between my legs from behind. I found myself spreading my
legs for her without being asked. Then she was fondling my
sopping pussy. I was so hot and so embarrassed. And I
wasn't sure why. But no had ever paid this much
attention to me when making love. And no boyfriend had
ever known how to get me this excited. I knew this was
wrong, but God, how good it felt.
Her hand must have gotten really smeared with my love
juices, because she slid one finger backward along my slit
starting at the clitoris, plunging in and out of my love canal
a few times, and then continuing backwards until it was
positioned directly over my rear hole. She tickled it with
her finger for a moment and then slid it right in with almost
no resistence. No had ever done that to me before. It
felt strange, but very nice.
Then she brought her other hand down and started fondling
my clitty while continuing to slowly move her finger in and
out of my behind. I must have been making noises which let
her know how close I was to coming, because she suddenly
stopped what she was doing and said, "Oh, no. Not quite
yet, Sexypuss."
She rolled me over. My bound hands felt uncomfortable
under my behind, so I pulled them up a bit until they were in
the small of my back.
"Let's do this properly," she said, and moved down
between my legs. At first all she did was carefully inspect
my private area and ruffle the pubic hair with her fingers. I
was so incredibly wet, I'm sure I must have been leaving
stains on the bedcover. Then she leaned in and breathed
hotly on me as she spread and fondled my moist flesh with
her fingers. I felt her hair tickling the skin of my thighs. I
tried not to look down. The feelings were driving me crazy.
I felt the tip of her tongue touch my pussyflesh just over the
clitoris and it sent an almost electric pulse of pleasure
running through me. No had ever touched me there
before in that way. No had ever licked me there at all.
I'd only made love to seven boys, but this was completely
different and wonderful.
Then the woman started licking in earnest. I had no idea
exactly what she was doing, but it felt incredible. I could
feel her hands on my thighs as she worked. Then one hand
slid over and I felt her slide what must have been at least
two fingers in my vagina. And her other hand came up and
began playing with my and nipple.
Oh God, I was about to come.
And she stopped again. "Sexypuss," she said. I raised my
head a bit and looked down between my at her. She
was looking right back at me. Her eyes were mysterious
and almost mesmerizing. "You're about to come like
you've never come before, Sexypuss. You know that, don't
you."
"Y-Yes, Mistress," I said with effort.
"Do you want me to finish?" she asked with a smile.
I shut my eyes, lay back, and said, "Yes, Mistress."
She started fingering my love canal again. "How badly, do
you want me to finish, Sexypuss?"
I squeezed my eyes even more tightly shut and said, "Very
badly, Mistress."
"Good girl," she said and licked me a few more times while
continuing to finger me. "And you know what that will
mean, don't you?"
I opened my eyes, pulled my head back up, and looked
again into the depths of her eyes. "No, Mistress," I said,
"what will it mean?"
"Once you come, Sexypuss," she said, her fingers working
ceaselessly at my crotch and now her other fingers working
again at my breast, "Once you reach climax, then you
become mine for as long as I want you. Once you reach
orgasm, I really and truly become your Mistress." She
licked me a few more times. I gasped as I reacted to her
licking and to what she had just said.
"Do you still want me to finish?" She asked again and licked
me a few more strokes..
"Oh, please, Mistress," I almost pleaded with confused tears
in my eyes, "please don't ask me that."
"But . . . I . . . am. . . ask . . .ing . . .you, . . . Sex
. . .y . . .puss," she said between licks. "Do you still want
me to finish?"
She continued to lick in a way guaranteed to keep me at the
peak of arousal but not enough to push me over the edge.
"Yes, Mistress," I said in a very small voice.
"Then . . . say . . . it, . . . Sex . . .y . . .puss."
"Say what, Mistress?" I think I knew what she wanted to
hear, but I was hoping she might want something else.
She stopped her licking again but continued with her
fingers. "Tell me what will happen after you come,
Sexypuss." Then she went back to her gentle licking
waiting for me to answer.
My neck muscles were weakening so I lay my head back
down. A long moment went by as I nerved myself. Then I
said, "After I come, I'll become your property and you'll be
my real Mistress." I was crying again, partly with passion
and partly because this somehow seemed to be so true.
"And once you come, it will be my turn. Won't . . . it . . .
Sex . . .y . . .puss."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And you're going to lick me just like I'm licking you."
More tears, "Yes, Mistress."
For a long moment nothing. And then she started licking
me in an entirely new way. It was much quicker, and
firmer, and much more highly charged. Her hand changed
breasts. Her other hand all gooey with my love juices
increased in tempo. I was so hot and ready I could hardly
hold back. In less than a minute I was ready to release.
And as I started to slip over the edge, she pinched my nipple
hard with her one hand and slid a finger from her other hand
up into my rear hole. And I came, and came, and came.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, . . ."
I don't know how many times I said that. It was such a
tremendous orgasm. I'd never felt anything even a little bit
like it before. And it just kept going and going. 'Oh God,'
I thought to myself and wasn't sure if I were thinking that
because of how wonderful the pleasure had been or because
of what I had agreed the pleasure meant.
And then it was over. The woman slid up next to me and
started stroking my face as I came down from that
tremendous high. "My name is Heather, Sexypuss. You
can call me Mistress Heather."
My breathing was still far from normal. "Yes, Mistress
Heather."
"You like the name, Heather?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Well I like the name, Robin, too."
"Thank you, Mistress Heather."
She rolled me over like I was dead weight and untied my
wrists. I kind of expected she would want me to
immediately spring into action and start licking her. But
instead she spent a long time rubbing and lightly scratching
my back. Every now and then she would lean over and kiss
my ear or my shoulder or my behind. It was wonderful. It
was luxurious.
Then, I guess when I'd recovered enough to suit her, and
before I started to fall asleep, she reached down between my
legs again and began to bring me back to a state of
excitement. At first I groaned at the intrusion. 'No more,'
I thought to myself. But after the first few moments it was
very nice. After a couple of minutes I found that I was, in
fact getting horny again.
And she stopped. And she lay back. And she said, "OK,
Sexypuss. Show your Mistress how much you love her."
'Love!' Nobody said that word before. That sobered me
up quickly. But I didn't know what to say or do about it so
I sat up and started rubbing my Mistress's body. After a
few moments of this I remember thinking to myself, 'Oh
God, I'm thinking of her as my Mistress.' But there was no
time to fret over this. I knew what I had to do, but I wasn't
sure how I was supposed to do it. I had no experience in
this kind of lovemaking. 'Oh God, I thought again, I'm
thinking of it as love-making.'
So I tried not to think at all. I spent a few minutes simply
rubbing Mistress Heather's body, playing with her nipples,
and licking on her neck and ears. Without thinking I kissed
her on the lips and tasted my own love juices. For some
reason the smell and taste didn't bother me. In fact I found
it quite a turn on. So I kissed her again, long and
passionately. I found I was getting tremendously aroused
just by arousing her.
When I felt it was time to move down between her legs, I
was no longer dreading it. In fact, I was quite looking
forward to it. I don't know if it was curiosity or passion,
but something was driving me strongly in that direction.
And after playing with her love canal as she had played with
mine. And after tweaking her with one hand. And
after tickling her anus with my love slicked finger. I found
my face only inches away from her warm pussylips. I had
expected the smell to bother me, but I found it almost
enticing. I carefully stuck out my tongue and slowly inched
forward. Suddenly my tongue touched the hot pulsing skin
over her clitoris. It had a slightly salty taste but wasn't at all
unpleasant. So I gave it a little lick. And then another.
And then another.
Soon my mouth was covering the whole area of her upper
lips and my tongue was buried in the warm folds, licking
and rubbing her little clitty. I remember spending a long
time licking her like this. Trying different movements and
combinations.
Heather was making wonderful sounds of passion and this
seemed to stir me on as well. I felt one of her hands in the
hair behind my head. She pushed me gently even harder
into her pussy.
She groaned and then said, "Oh yes, Sexypuss. Yessssssss."
And I could feel the tension in her legs. And her whole
pelvis began to rise. All her weight seemed to be on her
shoulders and her heels.
I had been playing with her like she had played with
mine, but now I brought my hand around under her back
and pressed it against her butt, pushing her up onto my face
as I licked down a little harder. Heather seemed to freeze
and started to hiss again, "Yesssss."
I licked a little faster and a little harder still and pressed a
very slick finger up into her ass. And my Mistress came on
my face. She actually squirted just a little bit of liquid into
my chin. I wiggled the finger in her ass as she spasmed and
she thrashed and grunted even more forcefully. Both her
hands were on my head and she was almost riding my face
for a few moments.
Suddenly she pulled my head up and away with a grunt. My
finger slipped out of her behind. She flopped back flat onto
the bed.
I felt her pulling upward and I found myself climbing her
body until we were face to face. And she kissed me, and
hugged me, and rolled over on top me. I'd never felt so
loved or desired before. Never. Ever. In my entire life.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice was telling
me this was all crazy. I tried not to listen. For the moment
I was happier than I could ever remember.
We lay together, nestled in each others arms, for what
seemed a very long time. And I didn't know what to think.
That had been the most tremendous sexual experience of my
life. But it terrified me. I didn't understand it. And I was
afraid of what the future might hold. I didn't seem to be in
control of myself anymore.
My mistress hummed something in my ear I didn't quite
catch. And I felt her fingers gently rubbing one of my
nipples. I'd worry about it tomorrow. Right now I was
content to rest my cheek against her and bask in the
warmth of her pleasure.
All of a sudden we were startled by a clapping sound. We
sat up and realized there was a standing by the huge
chair in the corner of the room who seemed to be
applauding us.
* * * * *
Once the last wave of pleasure had faded out I found myself
sitting in the chair like a damp rag. That had been
incredible. I hadn't even gotten laid yet, and it was great.
Some of the best and most erotic pleasure came from
reading the thoughts and emotions of the during the
long pauses when nothing physical was happening. When
they weren't actually fucking, they were thinking and I
never could have conjured those thoughts out of my own
imagination. The whole situation was so intense words
couldn't describe it. But I knew I could never have
dreamed up anything as delicious as that on my own.
I couldn't help myself. I stood up and gave the a
standing ovation. And let them know I was there. They
would have been shocked senseless if I hadn't prepared
them for it. As it was, they sat up and started at me
incredulously.
I walked over and had them stand so I could get a good
look. They slid off opposite sides of the bed and walked
around to meet me. I had seen them both through their
thoughts and feelings about each other. Now I wanted to
see for myself. So it was back to the zombie thing briefly.
They stood there, side-by-side, blankly enduring my
inspection.
Heather had a particularly fine ass. Her muscle tone was
extraordinary. She obviously worked out. I leaned forward
and sniffed between her to smell the perfume that
Robin had reacted to so strongly. Nice. Then as long as I
was there, I took a close look at her nipples and had a suck
on one. Nice as well. And I loved her lips and mouth. I
knew how sensuous they were from Robin's thoughts and I
could see why looking at them.
Robin was nice all over. Not quite so well-toned as
Heather, but very womanly indeed. And there was
something about her face and form which really appealed to
me. I reached down and insinuated my hand between her
legs. She spread them for me without my even having to
think about it. In just a few seconds she was damp again.
My goodness what a dynamo.
My dick had waited long enough. I left the two standing there for half a minute and returned to the chair
where I removed and tossed my clothes. Then I walked
back and gave Heather a big hug and had her hug me back.
That was just out of curiosity and for practice. Heather was
almost my height and I was interested in how that
wonderfully toned body would feel when I pressed up
against it.
It felt great. But Robin was the real prize, at least as far as I
was concerned. Hugging her was like a little slice of
heaven. I had her look up and I kissed her deeply while
pressing my body into hers. If I were a normal man, under
normal circumstances, I could hardly do better than to
marry a like this.
But now it was fun time. I had Robin remove the cover
from the bed so we'd have clean sheets to play on. Then I
had her lay down and gently finger herself to stay in the
proper mood.
But I didn't want to come too soon with Robin. And I was
so ready to come. So Heather was about to give her first
blow job.
* * * * *
What in hell was going on? The party had been great.
Meeting Robin had been even greater. I had no idea what
made me so bold with her. But damn if things hadn't
worked out splendidly. I remember I was lying in bed with
Robin and thinking about how I might turn this into more
than a one night stand, when suddenly here was this jerky
idiot. When the fuck did he come into the room? I sure as
hell didn't invite him.
Then I remember zoning out for a bit. I mean I was laying
in bed with Robin and here was this asshole clapping at us.
And then Robin was laying in bed fingering herself and this
Bozo had taken my hand and was leading me over to the
foot of the bed. But the real bitch of it was that I simply
followed him without even a word of protest, much less a
demand for an explanation.
And when the hell had he gotten naked? He was dressed
when he was standing there like some kind of toy chimp
working his cymbals. Now he was as nude as Robin and
me. I just didn't get it. I suppose I should have been
scared, but for some reason I wasn't. Not at all.
He sat me down on the bed, just where I'd been when I was
stripping Robin. Then he stood up and stuck his stupid dick
right in my face. I should have bashed his crummy balls. Or
at least slapped the damn thing out of my way. But instead
I did something I never would have imagined. I was
suddenly fascinated with his prick. I mean for no reason it
became the most wonderful, most incredible thing I'd ever
seen. And even though there was a part of me that wanted
to throw up at the idea, I leaned forward and started
sucking on his idiot stick. I'd never done that before and I
didn't know how. But I guess, being a man, that didn't
matter to him. are such toads. I just treated it like a
really big clit or maybe a really long nipple. And for some
reason the more I on it the better I liked it.
And then bang, the jerk came in my mouth. I wanted to
scream and spit his lousy back in his face, but instead I
just kept and licking. And damn me if I didn't
swallow his whole load. I even got real slow and gentle for
a while so it wouldn't overpower him. And then I seemed
to know when to speed up until he was good and hard
again.
He did make the most incredible noises as he came. That
part was almost nice. And I could hear Robin in bed behind
me friggin' herself. She was making some great noises too.
Once he was hard for the second time I stopped. And the
bastard leaned down and thanked me and kissed me on top
of my head. What a fuckwad.
But then he climbed up past me and into bed with Robin. I
could have killed the silly bastard. I could have sliced his
nuts off with a paring knife. I didn't want him touching her.
She was mine! At least for this night.
I could hear him. For some reason I didn't want to turn
around to look. I just sat there like some saphead. But I
could hear them both. He just crawled up and plugged
himself into poor Robin and started rutting away. Fucking
men. They don't know a damn thing about how to please a
woman. All they think about is getting a little head and
some and then it's roll over and go to sleep. The
swine.
I remember I was crying as I heard him come. And damn
her, she came right along with him. I mean I could hear it.
At exactly the same moment. Fuck them both.
And then everything got fuzzy. I guess I must have
dreamed that whole thing about the man. I mean, I didn't
dream the bit about meeting Robin. Because there she was,
all curled up and looking cute as a bug. And there I was
standing like a dimwit outside the bed. I guess I must have
gotten up to get a drink or to pee. I can't remember. Oh
well, water in-water out. I crawled back to bed with Robin
and snuggled up up against her. She gave me a nice little
kiss and looked like she was about to drift off to sleep.
Come to think of it, I was pretty tired myself.
* * * * *
And that was just about it. I could have spent what
remained of the night with the two girls, but decided to take
a quick shower and return to my hotel room instead. I
didn't want to ruin a great thing by overdoing it.
I left the on the verge of sleep, cuddled together in the
big bed. They no longer remembered me and never would.
I showered and thought about how I wanted to leave them.
Heather, I knew, would love a long term affair with Robin,
on her terms of course. Robin, would almost certainly bolt
like a scared rabbit once she came to her senses. Left to
their own devices they would probably never see each other
again.
I could have fixed it either way. With a little mental push in
one direction, Robin would meekly follow Heather home
and become her devoted 24/7 sex slave. With a little push
in the other direction, Heather would forget all about Robin
and that would be the end of that. So I decided to make it a
sporting proposition. I pushed them both. Heather would
know she had a real shot at snaring Robin, but she'd have to
work at it. And Robin would be haunted by a strong
attraction to Heather and would have to work hard to break
away.
When I was ready to leave I stood by the foot of the bed for
a few minutes and balanced their sleeping minds to make it
as close to a 50-50 thing as possible. Let the chips fall. It
would be much more interesting to know how this one
turned out then what the Producer did when he found
himself up in Frisco. Perhaps I'd have to look these two up
again some day and find out. I threw a cover over the
sleeping and left.
The party was nearly over, the guards were gone, and so
was the producer. The last guests were leaving and a
cleaning crew was just starting to work. I pushed a few
mental buttons to insure the wouldn't be disturbed until
they left on their own. Then I snagged a ride with one of
the departing guests and headed into the sunset - or in this
case, the sunrise.
The important thing was I had finally figured out how to get
the most of my powers. I simply had to pick the right
women and let them play out their own fantasies. All I had
to do,. . . All I should do, was to set the stage and provide
the right little pushes here and there to get them on the right
track. This was going to be great. The future looked so
bright, I definitely had to buy some shades.
* * * * * End of * * * * *
MIND FUCK
by Zebulon
This may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
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