The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Riding a very descript special ordered Ducati while wearing a leotard, boots, gloves, and a mask, is a surefire way to get noticed whether you do it in the day or the night. Lucky enough for me unless I drive erratically there’s no reason for me to be pulled over but it is still a trick. The good part of this outfit is that I can wear the leotard under my clothes for quick, easy changing.

The gloves and the mask could easily fit into a purse . . .

I’m still working out an idea for the boots and the belt, but I’ll figure something out.

It’s early in the morning when I finally manage to get back to Susan and Lida, and either they’re up early or they never went to bed. Through the shades I can see light shining out into the still dark night. Discretely I let the engine to the bike die in front of the house and sneak it up beside Susan’s car in the garage.

I’m very glad that when I called yesterday she mentioned the hidden rock with the garage door opener inside of it.

Once I’m inside, and with my boots off, I spot Susan and Lida curled up on the couch half awake sipping coffee. “So Lida, do you really think she’ll be gone tomorrow for good? I was almost hoping she’d stay for longer, but it would be good for her. If she stays too long I’m afraid she’ll doubt her own resolve and that won’t do anyone any good.”

“She will dear, but she’ll visit, she’ll write, and she’ll call if she finds it prudent . . . This time she feels she’s leaving as a choice, not necessity. She’s leaving for her own personal growth and such. Back in my day, that was called rebellion. Wait, it still is . . . Well, in this case it’s supported rebellion. In this way, I suppose we’re France to her America. Or something.”

“Lida . . . I swear sometimes you work at sounding older than you look. You couldn’t be old enough to see America before it was America.” Susan grins and kisses Lida before nuzzling into her shoulder.

In response, my other mother just grins and rests her chin on top of her head. “I could be, but I’m not . . . And none of those other lives I lived meant anything compared to the one I’m spending with you, the last one I ever want to spend . . .”

For just a moment, a very brief moment, I actually envy and loathe Susan. I’ve felt how sensual and sensitive Lida can be. To be spoken to like that, to be treated like that . . . A part of me craves that so deeply, so very much to the point of true jealousy, but . . . to receive it from . . . my mother?

Then again, if cunnilingus wasn’t too much, how could cuddling be?

Taking a deep breath I stroll into the middle of the living room and grin. “Patina reporting for duty, latest guardian of justice in the pentadeca-state area, and Canada if it’s a more southern part of a province or someone has a plane or helicopter!”

Both of them stare at me, and for a moment I wonder if I’m over or under dressed. Should I be showing off my tummy? Should I be covering up my legs a little bit more?

I wish I could pull off a cloak or a cape, but that just doesn’t suit me at all.

Finally, Lida breaks the silence with a long and slow whistle. “Now that is more proof of why I like a girl in uniform. Well done! My complements to your tailor!” Lida blows me a kiss, and Susan rolls her eyes before lightly nipping at her neck with a huff.

“That, my dear, is our daughter. Now, while I agree that is a sizzling outfit, I would think your old time acting could carry over to how you treat family once in awhile.” Susan sighs and kisses the nipped shot before just resting more against Lida again. “It is gorgeous, Sarah. A bit little for cold winter nights, but I guess you can just have a stylized winter parka with small little shorts or something.”

Rolling my eyes I laugh and plop down in the nearby chair. “Thanks, both of you, a lot . . .”

Lida smiles and shakes her head, blowing another kiss. “Think nothing of it, Lucia. It is a very endearingly gorgeous outfit. It’s a touch traditional while still fitting your own personality. Nice. And daughter or not, I am allowed to find you attractive.”

Susan just sighs and laughs, but if she knew the truth about that . . . it would ruin our family and I would never dare do that.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow . . . I’m taking a cross-country and back again trip. I figure I’ll try to solve a little crime or two every place I go from here to there, and then back again. By the time I’m back I’ll hopefully have made some allies, picked up some new gadgets, new skills, and be ready to settle a score back in Midas. There’s still that auction house, the slut squad . . . I can’t let that go on.” Sighing I bite down on my bottom lip and slowly shake my head. “It’s not going to be easy, but . . .”

“But you can do it, Sarah. That said, Sarah is just not going to cut it as a name for you. You look too much like you, and while Sarah LaSilvas wasn’t ever too directly tied to Silver Girl and Silver Girl was never world famous, she did have somewhat of a cult following . . . You’ll want to take on a new secret identity. Well, alias.” Susan smiles a little more and slowly nods. “Something you’ll remember.”

The sad thing is, I’ve already thought that out. I’ve already thought out a whole new persona for me to wear during the day while Patina is my protector during the night. I’ll need it if I ever plan on returning to Midas. A new identity, with a new background, and convincing alibis for the time I haven’t been in Midas so as not to arouse suspicion.

Nodding, I stand up and do a slight twirl, stretching in the process. “I was already thinking a name along the lines of Lucia Colloten. It allows me to know about Chronos and Midas, because Chronos is something everyone is going to be talking about for awhile, and having the last name Colloten would make me suspicious...”

Lida snaps her fingers and grins. “Thus making it make sense that you would end up becoming curious about Midas, and why you would know so much about Chronos, though not as much as you actually know. You really are our daughter, Lucia. I think the name fits you . . .”

“Just be careful, okay? Don’t get yourself investigated anymore than you need to, get high quality fake identification . . . Yeesh, I’m supposed to be the normal one here and . . . At least I can just blame the media, the two of you are going to have experience . . .” Susan groans and rolls her eyes in a faux helpless way that makes it impossible for Lida and I not to laugh. Susan married a witch and gave birth to a super heroine. If she was ever normal, she sure as hell isn’t now.

“I have a lot of advice available to you for making and sustaining an alternative identity. After all, a woman can’t stay looking my age long as I have without attracting suspicion, and aliases helped with some of my more devious hobbies . . . Lets spend this last day plotting, partaking of good food, poor television, and a shared dream.”

Lida’s earnest tone makes me pause. When a woman who usually sounds so jovial sounds serious, especially when that woman is my mother, it makes me take a true pause.

“Of course mom, of course . . .”

The stars and the streetlights are all besides my bike’s headlight that make any impression at all on the dark night. It’s darker than some of the black crayons I had growing up. The air smells like trouble, and all of my hair is standing on end.

It’s been three weeks since I left my mothers’ house, and things haven’t been easy, but they’ve been a good experience. Being Lucia Colloten, the unstable and emotionally fragile college dropout, by day and Patina by night has been easier than I could have hoped. The real trick has just been being Patina at all, and picking up new tricks to deal with being a powerless traveling heroine.

At least pretty women are fond of giving me free nights with them in their hotel rooms. None of them seem to mind in the least . . .

Every night is one step closer to Midas. Every night is another woman that much closer to being redeemed and brought to justice. Whether that woman is myself or the woman I convince prison is a good idea, I’m not sure.

All I’m sure of is that I need Patina, even if no one else does.

Even if no one else needs her, they seem to appreciate it when she comes in at just the nick of time to save them from an unhappy fate, and the criminals seem to enjoy the after party festivities too.