Mind Fuck

     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 story 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 story to pick out the exact tomato I

was looking at.  Later I got a man 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 girls 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 girls in their dorms.  By the time

I graduated, I was having zombie-like dates with girls 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 girls 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 college 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 old 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 college freshman.

There was this powerful erotic memory of kissing a girl 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 girl

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 lesbian ran

counter to everything she had been taught by her family 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 girl 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 older than Robin.  She was also a

couple of inches taller and was wearing heels to boot.

 

The two girls 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 girls 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 girl

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 girls 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.

 

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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 men 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 panties

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 men 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 breasts 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 dog 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 breasts with considerable strength.  It was almost

painful.

 

She used my breasts 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 breasts 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 panties 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 panties

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 panties 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 breast 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 breasts 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 sucked 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 girls 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 breasts 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 panties 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 panties 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 breasts 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 breast just a

little.  Her nipples were very erect.  Somehow her breasts

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 sucking 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 sucking 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 sucking 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 boy 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 boy 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 boy had ever touched me there

before in that way.  No boy 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 breast 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 breast 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 man 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 girls 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 girls 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 breasts 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 girls

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 girl 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.  Men 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 sucked on it the better I liked it.

 

And then bang, the jerk came in my mouth.  I wanted to

scream and spit his lousy cum back in his face, but instead I

just kept sucking 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 pussy 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 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 girls 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 girls 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 girls 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 Story   *   *   *   *   *

 

     MIND FUCK

     by Zebulon

 

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