The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As I went down to get the boys and Shelly out of the garage, cleaned up and driven home, I thought what Tara had said. She was right. I loved her. Her wild red hair and her hot slender body. Even when Lisa Alvarez was sucking my cock I had been thinking about Tara using my cum as an icecream topping. I couldn’t let her get away, and I couldn’t have sex with other girls AND keep Tara. Unless I used Persuasion on her, and then the love would just be an illusion.

On the other hand, I had finally found a use for Persuasion that was fun and didn’t really hurt anybody. (Shelly was the exception to the last, but she deserved it for what she did to Tara.) Although I doubt I could find 3,650 girls to suck my cock or even service them if I could, I wasn’t too happy about the concept of monogamy. Even just now on my way to drop of John Reynolds, I passed the College of Holy Mary, a Catholic university. The thought of spraying my cum down the throats of an entire dorm’s worth of Catholic girls nearly made me cream my pants while driving! Could Tara be worth giving up something that big?

The biggest concern was that things were getting too serious too fast. Tara and I had “almost” had vaginal intercourse at least twelve times. She desperately wanted me inside her, and I could think of no girl that I’d rather lose my virginity to. Tara buttfucked like a banshee, but she wanted to save her maidenhead for marriage. Did she think this relationship was headed toward marriage? I loved her, but I didn’t think I could make that kind of a commitment. Clearly some middle ground must be reached between promiscuity and fidelity, freedom and commitment.

Before I dropped off Shelly, I Persuaded her to forget the previous day’s events. I also added a command making treat every boy who took her on a date very nice (i.e. suck his cock and swallow his cum three times on the first date and whenever he asked her to on subsequent dates, provided the above acts could be carried out in suitable privacy.) Tired, I returned to Tara’s house. It was late, and only a few houses on the block had any lights on. The whole world seemed quiet with only the chirrr, chirrr of the crickets and the high-pitched whine of the sodium street lights to break the silence. The night had grown chilly, so I hurried up to her steps. I looked up to see Tara’s face in her window. She used her breath to fog up part of the pane and drew a heart with her finger.

That’s when I made my decision: I ran up the steps to her room and caught her in my arms. “I love you!” I laughed. “Marry me—” I stopped, surprised at my own words. Dropping to one knee, I took her hand in mine. “I mean, what I should have said is Tara Dawson I love you with my whole heart. Will you marry me and be my wife?”

“Yes, you idiot! Now get up off the floor and kiss me,” was her answer. I held her close and let the strawberry scent of her red hair enfold me.

Part two, Epilogue:

Tara and I were married right after High School. Kelly was maid of honor. I left the best man spot empty to honor Dougie Peterson, who I would never forget. We spent our wedding night in the honeymoon suite of the Waldorf Astoria where we both mutually gave up our virginity. After a long relaxing honeymoon in Greece, we started our own temporary secretary agency. We used Tara’s business savvy and my power of Persuasion to land contracts. She would find prospects, and I would get each successive level of management to meet with me, Persuading them to use our temps. Within three years, we had 35 million dollars of billing annually. We also had two babies, Carl Jr., who was conceived during our honeymoon and Louissa Marie who came along two years later.

The marriage was doomed to fail. We weren’t even old enough to vote, but we were earning millions each year. Tara wisely put money aside, but I spent foolishly, buying cars and planes at a frightening rate. I learned to fly, and spent every possible minute in the air. Then one day, tragedy struck. I strapped three year old Carl Jr. into my new Pitts S-2B sport biplane for a little barnstorming. He loved rolls and spins and never got airsick. I was eager to try out a new maneuver that I my private aerobatic instructor had shown me. It was called a “Cuban Eight.” I was pretty sure I remembered how he had done it. I lined the nose of the little bipe up with the runway and gunned the 280HP engine. We climbed up 3,500 feet in no time flat and I did a few 4-point rolls to get little Carl to laugh. Then I began the entering roll of the Cuban. Suddenly, a patch of light cumulous engulfed us. I hadn’t looked for clouds! I was experiencing severe vertigo, and I couldn’t read the instruments well enough to figure out the orientation of the airplane. I took my hands and feet off the controls, hoping the aircraft would right itself, but it was a high-performance and very unforgiving sport plane. When we came out of the bottom of the cloud, we were in a flat spin- something only the most experienced aerobatic pilots could recover from. I did my best, but we were still descending at a dangerous rate when I finally got control of the airplane. We slammed into the bean field at the end of the airstrip with a sickening crunch, and the world went black. When I finally came to, I was in a hospital. The look of hate on Tara’s face as she stared down at me was enough to tell me that little Carl Jr. hadn’t made it.

I knew I would never see Tara or little Louissa Marie again. The lawyers took care of the divorce. I made sure she got control of the company and all our property and whatever money was left over from my unrestrained spending. I even followed through on a couple of leads our top salesman had tracked down, resulting in a whopping 8.5 million dollars of business over the next five years. I made sure that the top execs with signing authority for the contract were Persuaded to stay on the job and to use our temp agency exclusively in the future, provided Tara was still CEO.

Then, I went on a binge of sex, booze, and more sex. I didn’t bother to earn money. I just Persuaded anyone who owned something I wanted to give it to me, usually for being the 1-millionth customer to enter their store/car lot/airplane brokerage/ship yard/whatever. I lost my reluctance to take a girl’s virginity by Persuasion, and gained an appetite for younger females.

I went to Minnesota one day when I had a whim for tall Scandinavian girls. I came back with two teutonic beauties that I trained to be cum sluts. At that time I was living on my yacht, and the two girls ate regular meals of my semen and the semen of the yacht’s crew. Don’t get the wrong idea- I didn’t make them subsist on cum alone. They had real nutritional meals too, but it was a rare day when they didn’t swallow twenty loads of cum each. I usually slept with my cock in one or the other’s asshole, and I always had an oral wakeup call that would finish with one of the tall blondes eagerly swallowing my sperm.

Most of my time, though, I spent drinking. Whiskey at night, beer in the morning, and tequila for lunch. I drank until I puked and then I drank some more. Nothing I did could make me forget that I had killed my only son, or the way Tara had looked at me when I woke up in the hospital.

One day I staggered into a junior high school, hungover and still reeking of Jack Daniels from a hard night of drinking. I Persuaded a bunch of larger boys to guard the doorways and escort anyone entering to me in the gymnasium and call me if anyone tried to leave. I then Persuaded the principal to call a school assembly. When the whole school was gathered, I Persuaded them to sit tight while I made a quick sweep. The school was deserted except for a few janitors and teachers who didn’t want to go to the assembly. I Persuaded them to go anyway.

When I got back to the gymnasium, I got a geek from the Audio/Visual club to plug a microphone into the sound system. Using Persuasion, I broadcast subvocally (((“Obey my Commands. All will Obey my Commands. Stand if you will obey."))) All but one person did, a dark haired boy with piercing blue eyes. He looked at me, gasping like a fish out of water. I looked like hell, with bloodshot eyes and clothes that I hadn’t changed in a week. “Aha!” I thought. “Another person with Persuasion.” (((“Your power is weaker than mine."))) I whispered to him from across the gym. (((“You will stop fighting me and Obey."))) I repeated the command over and over again until his shoulders relaxed and his eyes glassed over. (((“Now stand!"))) I commanded. He stood, Persuaded to do my bidding like the rest of the school.

I turned the microphone on. “OK, here’s my first command. Janitors come here!” All the janitors came down out of the bleachers and stood before me. “Go get every empty unused plastic garbage bag and all the duct tape you can find in the school and come right back.” It only took them a few minutes to get eighty or ninety rolls of garbage bags and a similar amount of gray/silver duct tape. “Girls on the left side, boys on the right. Teachers and faculty gather here in front of me.”

The bleachers swarmed with girls and boys moving to the proper side of the gym. When the faculty was in front of me, I handed them the rolls of garbage bags. “Coach, stay here with me, please.” I told one of the PE instructors. Taking the microphone in my hand, I addressed the students, who were more or less finished swapping sides. “Students, remove shoes and all your clothing. Faculty with bags and duct tape, move among the students and issue one bag and two inches of tape each. Students, place all your belongings including your clothing and shoes inside the bag, write your name on the tape and tape the bag shut. When you are finished, sit down. Coach, get a copy of the locker assignment list and when all the students have finished undressing place the bag with their name next to their lockers.”

It seemed like this took forever, but eventually all the students were sitting down. I spoke into the mike: “Will the prettiest girl in school please raise her hand?” I asked. I was very little surprised when several hands shot up. “Good. If your hand is raised, please come down.” Eight or so very attractive young girls made their way to the gym floor. “OK, now would the most popular girl raise her hand?” All the girls in front of me, and a few more girls in the stands raised their hands. “Fine. Anyone with her hand raised who is still in the bleachers, please come down as well.” When the popular girls made it down, I said, “One more time, now. If you are a girl on the cheerleading squad, raise your hand.” Again, all my girls on the floor raised their hands. The pep team, to a girl, was in front of me. “Cheerleaders, drop to your knees and put your hands behind your backs.” I had to admit, they were all pretty cute. Their hands behind their backs made their breasts thrust forward perkily.

“Great! OK, everyone stand up. Thank you. Now, students, you will all file down out of the stands single file by rows. Gentlemen, when you pass the popular girls here, you will line up in sets of” (I counted quickly) “fifteen in front of these girls. You will masturbate your penis rapidly and ejaculate on the face of the girl in front of you within the space of ten seconds. All cheerleaders, you will keep your mouth open to catch as much sperm as possible. You will swallow as much semen as you can, and you are strictly forbidden to wipe any from your face. If any lands on your breasts, you will massage it in.”

“The rest of the ladies, as you pass me, you will take my cock deep into your throat. You will not remove my cock from your throat until I pat you on your head. Your gag reflex will be subdued while you do this. If I should ejaculate in your mouth or throat, you will swallow my semen. It will be the best tasting thing you will ever experience and you will hunger for sperm for the rest of your life. When I release you, you will pair up with the next available boy and take a seat in the bleachers.”

Getting them paired off took almost ninety minutes, mostly because I made each girl deepthroat my cock a few times just for fun. I came three times, each time deep within a girl’s throat. I didn’t even let them taste it, depositing the semen directly down their gullet. The most popular girls were a mess when we were through. Fifteen cum-splattered faces looked dismally at me, and the dried semen that coated their breasts was like a white frosting.

“Come here,” I told them. They shuffled over on their knees and waited for my next command. I had them turn around and drop to all fours. “Coach, come here,” I called. “Go get me a few tubes of petroleum jelly.” While the coach was scrambling down to his office for my anal lube, I addressed the assembly.

“Female students, you are here to learn to love the taste of cum. From this date forward, you will hunger for semen like a heroin addict hungers for his drug. Without it, you will feel empty and barren. For the rest of your life when you swallow semen, you will feel a warmth and glow of happiness spread over your body. Eating cum will be the one thing that gives your lives meaning.” A few were licking their lips as they looked at the cum covered faces of the girls kneeling before me.

“Male students, you will provide the girls with as much cum as you can manufacture today. Each row in the bleachers will now sit boy-girl. Girls, suck the cock of the boy to your right. Boys, while the girl to your left sucks your cock, finger fuck the asshole of the girl to your right. The Coach will be back in a moment. When he blows his whistle, each girl will get up and move one boy to her left and blow the boy who has just been knuckling her sphincter. If you are the last girl in the row, climb up one row and go over to the end. If you are the topmost-endmost girl, climb down to the end of the front row. Girls, if the boy ejaculates in your mouth you will swallow each and every drop of cum that spurts forth from his cock, and you will love the taste as you have loved no other food in your life. Please begin.”

It took some direction for the rows to get seated boy-girl. I should have made them sit that way to begin with. When everyone was ready, I gave the signal to begin cocksucking. Using Persuasion, I subvocalized to the boys, (((“Boys, you are no longer under my power. You may leave if you like, but you will take no action to stop what is going on and you will not interfere with me in any way."))) Not a boy left. All had their cocks buried to the hilt in the passionate mouth of the girl to his left. A few stopped finger fucking the anus of the girls to their right, but aside from that there was no rebellion.

Coach returned to the gymnasium and I set him to timing ten-minute intervals, blowing his whistle to signal the girls to get up and suck a different cock. He brought me the Vaseline and an unexpected treat- some deep heat-o-rub, the kind that burns when you put it on. I smiled and looked at the prettiest girl on her hands and knees in front of me. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Cyabelle Detweiller,” she told me. Even with a face coated in the cum of hundreds of junior high school boys, she looked beautiful. Her tits were perfect. The nipples were conical and hard even though the gym was quite warm. Her ass was small and tight, and her legs were destined to cause fights in even the most respectable of bars.