The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Private Dining Room at Antony’s Restaurant

“Uhm, Geoff?” Mike asked. He wasn’t sure why he had to talk to this man, but he wanted to get it over with before his wife came back from the bathroom. “You said we had to talk?”

“Sorry, I was thinking about something else. How rude of me. Well, I see you just got married, congratulations! Tell me: have you bought a wedding night gift for your wife yet?”

“Uh... first, thanks. Second, she’s my wife; why would I buy her a wedding gift? She didn’t get me one. I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones involved in the wedding who don’t have to buy a gift.”

“Oh, it’s the latest thing they’re doing in weddings now,” Geoff explained. “The groom buys his new wife a wonderful gift. You should spend at least, oh, a thousand dollars or so on it. It’s something she’s never supposed to forget. It just so happens that I sell such gifts.” He then implanted a large dose of pure trust in Mike’s head so that Mike would believe anything Geoff told him.

“Really?” Mike asked, looking relieved. “Thank God I bumped into you, then! I just knew we were forgetting something. Doesn’t matter how much you plan a wedding, something always slips through the cracks. Cool. OK... do you have any suggestions?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I sell a product that I know you’ll want your wife to have. It’s a tool, one you can use to fuck her silly, fuck her into submission, fuck her unconscious, or whatever floats your boat. And the best part is, it’s not a sex toy. It’s a penis enhancement. I can give you added size, I can give you control over your erections, orgasms, hell I can even give it properties that are easier to demonstrate than to describe. All for, oh, $1000. Interested?”

Mike thought hard for a few moments. One the one hand, he trusted Geoff completely, Geoff had no reason to make this up. But some random guy at a restaurant can’t make a dick bigger, much less do any of that other stuff. “I want to believe you, Geoff, but... well, isn’t that... I mean that’s just not possible, is it? What else ya got?”

“Of course,” Geoff said, “you need a demonstration. OK, stand up.” Mike stood. “Alright, now... there are three lovely ladies that you came in with besides your wife. I know you know them all pretty well. Pick one you’ve wanted to fuck for a long time.”

Mike declined, saying, “Look, I just got married. Yeah, Julie’s friends are cute, but I don’t want to fuck any—”

“Be totally honest,” Geoff said, pushing the command hard. “Tell me who you want to fuck the most, and why, since you tried to lie.”

“Wendy, her sister. I love Julie but if I weren’t with her I’d fuck her sister in a heartbeat. Julie is pretty and has the best ass I’ve ever seen, and she works out a lot so it’s firm as hell, I’ve even kissed her ass. Literally. But Wendy’s got better curves, and while her ass isn’t as nice as Julie’s, she’s packing some nice tits. I’d love to see ‘em, lick ‘em, man the things I’d do....”

“OK, OK. Wendy, can you come here?” Geoff asked.

Wendy stopped talking in mid-sentence and left the table. The rest of the party carried on as if nothing had happened. At this point Geoff concentrated, touching every mind in the restaurant, one after another, making sure everyone ignored what was going on in the private dining area they were all in. A waitress walked by and closed and locked the door after delivering drinks to the wedding party’s table.

“Hey, Mikey. Hi, Mister. Whatcha need?” Wendy asked in a friendly tone.

“Wow,” Geoff said, ogling a rack almost as amazing as Julie’s ass. “You weren’t kidding! Wendy, be a dear and get naked, OK?”

Wendy’s look of shock vanished as soon as it appeared. “Oh, OK, sure. Why not?” she said. A few brief moments later, she stood before them, naked. As far as she was concerned, getting naked when asked was perfectly normal. “OK, uhm, and why do you want me naked?”

“Well, Wendy, I’m trying to sell Mike here a service that I offer so he can present it as a gift to his wife. But in order to do this, I need a volunteer so he can... uh, test-drive the service I offer. Now, please, get on your knees and take Mike’s pants off.”

“Well, OK,” Wendy said, obeying Geoff’s instructions, “but Mikey, remember, you can look but you can’t touch. I don’t mind getting naked for you but this doesn’t mean you get to have sex with me, OK?”

Mike stepped out of his shoes and pants and agreed, saying, “Uh, yeah, OK.” He was so nervous that his flaccid penis had almost crawled inside of him.

“OK, first, we work on size. I find that 8” flaccid and 12” hard leaves a good impression on the ladies. Here’s the $1000 package.” Geoff made a motion with his hands—it was totally unnecessary, but he loved theatrics—and Mike’s still-soft penis began to extend down.

“What the hell??” Both Mike and Wendy said as they watched his trouser snake uncoil into a trouser anaconda. Mike added, “heh... it tingles!” A few seconds later, it stopped growing.

“You don’t have to measure it, that’s eight inches, I guarantee it,” Geoff said, pretty sure that he got it spot-on. He’d never done this to another man before, but it looked about right.

“Holy shit, Mike, how did you do that?” Wendy asked. Mike was speechless, both at what had just happened, and that it took growing his cock in front of his sister-in-law to get her to stop calling him Mikey.

“Now Wendy, I want you to grab his penis and stroke it a little, just to get it hard, OK?”

Wendy reached up and grabbed her brother-in-law’s manhood. She started pulling on it gently, and said, “Don’t get any ideas, Mike. This is just to see how long it is when it’s hard, and I’m only doing this because my buddy Geoff here told me to. Got it?”

The sight of his wife’s big-titted sister jerking him off was enough to get his shaft swelling, and in no time, he was sporting a hard-on so huge he honestly didn’t know what to do with it. Well he knew what to do with it, but he didn’t think it would be comfortable for whoever was on the receiving end. Wendy stopped stroking him, but kept holding it.

“OK, Mike, good. Remember that joke? ‘Why can’t a dick be 12 inches long? Because then it’d be a foot?’ Well, say hello to your foot. Wendy... I notice you’ve stopped stroking it.”

“Well, yeah, it’s hard. I’m just holding it up so it doesn’t slap me in the face.”

“Tell me your impressions,” Geoff said.

“Well it’s enormous, impressive, but... but I just don’t know, this thing looks like it’d hurt if it went more than halfway in me.”

“Do you want to suck it?” Geoff asked.

“No! He’s my sister’s husband! I have a boyfriend! Sure, it’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, but I wouldn’t be able to get my lips very far past the head if I even wanted to, and I don’t. And like I said, if we were fucking, he would have to be really careful and slow.”

Geoff turned to Mike. “OK, there’s the $1000 package. It’s huge. As a bonus, you have quick recovery time and when you cum, well, trust me, hold on to your hat and have some cleaning materials handy. But, look at poor Wendy here. She’s holding it to keep it from touching her face, and has no intentions on fulfilling any of your fantasies.”

“Uhm, Mike, what’s he talking about?” Wendy asked.

“Wendy, the boys are talking. Don’t pay us any mind unless we ask you a question.” Turning back to Mike, Geoff resumed his impromptu sales pitch. “Alright... Mike, for an extra $500, I can enhance that monster. You won’t see it, you won’t smell it, you won’t even be able to tell it’s there. But any woman who sees your dick, if you go for the $500 upgrade, will experience intense desire that builds and builds until she has it inside of her. The spell is only broken when you’re done fucking. Want to try that out?”

“Uhm,” said Mike, contemplating the possibilities, “OK, sure, just for, you know, just for... academic purposes. Just to see if it’s worth it, you know. To see if it works. Because that’s impossible.”

“Of course,” Geoff said, smiling. Another waive of his hands later, and Wendy visibly became more interested in the rod in her hands.

Her eyes widened and explored his shaft slowly, finally settling on the head, where a drop of pre-cum was gathering. She blushed and licked her lips, and then started stroking him with a sensuous, slightly twisting motion. She stopped stroking him after a several seconds, with her hand gripping his rod just below the head. With her thumb, she smeared the small, slick droplet perched at the tip of his dick all over his glans. He twitched, causing her breath to catch.

“Wendy, you may speak freely again.”

Wendy began to stroke Mike again. Seconds later, she leaned forward, her mouth opening and her dainty tongue extended and ready, but stopped and said, “Uh, Mike? Uhm, look... don’t take this the wrong way, but... I mean, look, you’re married to my sister, but I want to... I want put it in my mouth, just for a second, OK? I’m not giving you a blow job, I just... have to... it’s not....”

“It’s just a part of the demonstration; it’s not at all sexual, is it, Wendy?” Geoff offered.

“Right!! I just need... uh, want this in... I mean, I want to help test things out. Nothing sexual. OK, Mike?”

Mike nodded, unable to speak. Wendy lifted the massive rod so that she could slowly and wetly lick it from balls to head, and once there, she swirled her tongue around it and slid it into her mouth. Opening wide, she slid him as far into her mouth as she could. With her hands, she began stroking him in time with the back-and-forth motions she’d begun making with her head.

Mike closed his eyes said, “Oh fuck yeah,” before remembering that he wasn’t getting a blow job—this was his wife’s sister; that would be cheating. “I mean, yeah, this appears to work fine. I’m not making her do this, after all.”

“Neither am I,” Geoff added, quasi-honestly. “OK, that’s enough, Wendy,” Geoff said, pushing back on Wendy’s forehead and off of Mike’s dick.

“Mike, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you, I just had to... I couldn’t... I mean don’t get me wrong, I wanted to... I want you to... but my sister... remember this is just....”

“It’s OK, Wendy. Be honest,” Geoff instructed.

Wendy shut her eyes and admitted the truth. “I don’t know why, but I need it. I need this in me,” she said quietly, holding onto Mike’s super-junk. “Please, just this one time....”

“Lie down here on the table,” Geoff instructed, glad he’d had it mostly cleared earlier.

Wendy sat on the table and reclined, spreading her legs once she was flat on her back. Rubbing her wet pussy, she pleaded, “Mike, please... please don’t tell Julie, I won’t tell her, she’ll never forgive me... please, please....”

Mike didn’t need to be told what to do next. He lined himself up and pressed the head of his massive new dick in. It took a few tries to get in even head-deep; he was so large that even after a few dozen careful strokes he could only sink in a little past halfway. Wendy frantically rubbed her clit with one hand and held the other out to keep Mike from going any further. She’d come a couple of times, but Mike could tell she was in a little bit of discomfort.

“OK, now Mike, tell me... you’re just dying to drive that spike home, aren’t you?” Geoff asked.

“Yeah... I am, but... I mean I don’t want to hurt her... this is all just a demonstration, of course, right? I’m not cheating on my wife or anything, but if I were fucking my sister-in-law on a table at a restaurant, I’d want her to enjoy... I mean, this looks like it might be hurting a little.”

“You are a considerate man, Mike. Tell you what: normally, for $1000, I would give you another enhancement that would, well, it’s hard to explain... let’s just say, if your cock won’t fit comfortably in someone, it would make room.”

“‘Make room?’ You mean it’s make her... deeper? And just a little bigger? Not much, not loose, but—”

“That’s right,” Geoff said. Then he thought, Wasn’t leaving women with a foot-deep vagina the kind of thing that got me caught? Quickly he added, “The woman would experience a warm fullness as it happens, and she’d return to normal a couple of hours after you were done with her. Want a demonstration?”

Wendy shouted, “Yes, please!!”

Mike shrugged and added, “You heard the lady.”

Geoff snapped his fingers. Mike then noticed that the tightness around half of his dick had slackened just a bit. He tentatively pressed in further, and when he discovered that nothing was stopping him, not even Wendy’s hand, he pressed in until he was balls-deep in his sister-in-law.

“How much for this?” Mike asked, his breaths becoming heavy as he slowly fucked Wendy (who didn’t protest when he grabbed her tits). Any remnant of the tattered idea that they weren’t having sex had finally disappeared.

“I can tell you’re a nice guy, since you were so concerned about the lady’s comfort, so I’ll drop the price to $500. So, that’s $1000 for the foot-long hot dog you’re packing, $500 for the effect it has on women who see it, and $500 to make sure you don’t hurt anybody with it. That’s two grand. Sounds fair, don’t you think?”

Before Mike could answer, Geoff added, “But wait, there’s more! When you’re having sex, the woman’s sexual response to your every touch will... oh, let’s say, double. Or something, it’s not a math formula but you get the idea. Here, let’s toss that on the pile.”

Mike couldn’t answer right away, he was so lost in fucking Wendy after years of fantasizing about her that he couldn’t slow down. But he noticed when her whimpers and moans suddenly elevated into gasps and screams, and it was hard to miss the fact that instead of just allowing him to feel her breasts, she used what few words she could grunt out to encourage him to grab, squeeze, and even slap her tits. Finally, with a mighty thrust and a firm pinch on both of her nipples, he came inside of Wendy, setting of her orgasm and making her thrash around so much that Geoff began to worry about the table falling apart.

Mike pulled out of Wendy, who looked dazed. After a few deep breaths, he was able to speak. “Wh-what? Two grand? Done. Fuckin-A done. I can’t wait to surprise Julie with this tonight...”

“Whoa there,” Geoff said, sounding concerned. “You don’t want to have your first night with Julie as man and wife be ruined because you bought a new tool and didn’t read the instructions, do you?”

“Instructions?”

“Well, there aren’t written instructions, but you have to practice with that thing. You wouldn’t buy her a Porche with a manual transmission if you’d only learned to drive stick a minute ago, would you?”

Mike, who was still hard after his orgasm, stopped paying attention to the waitress who had come by for no apparent reason other than to clean he and Wendy off with her tongue, considered this. “You have a point... but what can I do? Any minute now, my wife’s going to come out of the bathroom....”

Geoff couldn’t resist. “She’s coming right now, in fact,” he said, almost unable to stop himself from laughing as he sent Julie an orgasm that had the restaurant’s patrons wondering if they could get any of what the screaming woman in the bathroom was having. Quickly returning everyone to their regularly scheduled thoughts, Geoff said, “OK, look... tonight’s not a total waste. I want you, Wendy here, and... Sylvia and Tammy over there to get another room at the hotel where you’re honeymoon suite is at. There should be plenty available.”

“... um, OK,” Mike said tentatively. Geoff noticed the hesitation, so he mentally prepared 4000 cc’s of liquid male-on-female-on-female-on-female orgy thoughts and injected the filthy brew directly into Mike’s psyche. Mike responded to the stimulus almost immediately. “I mean, yeah, that makes sense... ‘specially for what I have in mind...,” Mike added, a lecherous smile sneaking across his face.

“Oh yeah,” Geoff said, nodding. “Anyway, use that new pecker of yours an all of ‘em. You’ll find they’re more than willing to have a little orgy with you, this one time anyway. It’s their present to you as far as they’re concerned. Experiment, try some stuff—you’ll find that dick is full of features.”

“But what about Julie?” Mike asked as he and Wendy got dressed.

“I’ll take care of her. Tell you what, for an extra grand,” Geoff said, displaying his best impressions of a pitchman’s smile, “I’ll not only make sure she won’t get jealous or hold it against you that you’re missing your wedding night to fuck her sister and two best friends, but I’ll teach her how to properly handle the kind of meat you’re packing.”

“Wait, I’m not so sure... I mean, you and her... wait, that’s it! That’s perfect! OK, great thinking, man, that sounds like the perfect plan... uh, but how am I going to pay you? I can only get $500 from the ATM at a time....”

“I know you have the money. Meet me in the hotel lobby at noon tomorrow, and I’ll give you your wife,” Geoff said, making sure that Mike would abide by the agreement he’d made, mostly of his own free will.

“Cool. Anything else?” Mike asked, suddenly in a hurry to take on his wife’s pretty bridesmaids, all in a row.

“Yeah, hang on....” Geoff knew he was pushing his luck, but he couldn’t help himself. He concentrated for a few seconds, changing one of his old permanent enhancements just enough to keep him out of trouble and embedding it in Mike’s balls. Once he was done, he said, “Listen carefully. Take them one at a time at first, one after the other. Make sure you cum inside them that first time, got it?”

“Why?”

“Just... just trust me, it’s a surprise, free of charge.”

“OK... now anything else?”

“No, get outta here, your wife’s on her way,” Geoff told Mike, almost shoving him and Wendy toward the large table where their friends were seated.

“Hey ladies,” Mike said when he and Wendy returned to the table where the wedding party was sitting. “How about we skip dinner and take off for a bit?”

Sylvia had just taken her long, black hair out of a scrunchy. “Sounds fine to me,” the short yet stacked half-Korean cutie said. “Come on, Tammy. Let’s bolt.”

“Fine with me. Hope you boys don’t mind if we take off,” Tammy said. When Mike’s groomsmen grunted that it was cool if the party split up for the evening, the towering, athletic blonde got up from the table and waited for Sylvia to finish fixing her makeup. After a few seconds she cleared her throat.

“Alright, fine, I’m coming!” Sylvia said, mock-pouting. “So, Mike, where’re we goin’, hmmmmmm?”

Mike winked at Wendy, who blushed and bit her lower lip a little. “We’re going back to the hotel, but no, not to my suite.”

“Oh reeeeeeally?” Sylvia said, raising an eyebrow and walking up to him. Soon Mike was surrounded by the three women, with Sylvia directly in front of him. With her hands, she started straightening up his shirt collar and said, “’cause it just so happens, we’ve been thinking about giving you a pretty good wedding night present, if you’re so inclined. Do you like surprises?”

Mike smiled, thinking, Surprises? If you only knew..., and said, “Yeah, but not as much as you will.” A mildly confused look crossed Sylvia’s face, and Mike quickly added, “Let’s go.” He said good-bye to the buddies he was leaving behind, took his car keys from his pocket, and led the trio of girls out to the parking lot. With that, one of the guys commented on the fact that the party had become a sausage fest, and so they, too, got up and left to hit the local bars.

When Julie had composed herself enough to emerge from the bathroom, she found that the private dining room was empty, except for Geoff. “Uhm... hey, mister...?” she asked.

“Geoff. Call me Geoff.”

“OK. Geoff, did you see where the people at this table went?”

“Never mind about that,” he told her, and Julie’s concern over the whereabouts of her husband and friends evaporated. “I’m a friend of Mike’s. Let’s go to your honeymoon suite, we have a few things to discuss and work on.”

“Well... uh, OK. We’ll take my car,” Julie said politely. As they made their way through the restaurant to the door, she thought, Things to discuss? Work on? What’s he talking about?

When they made it to the front of the restaurant, Sarah smiled at the pair and said, “Enjoy your evening.”

Such courtesy should be rewarded, Geoff thought. Making sure nobody would notice what he was saying or doing, not even Julie, he went over to Sarah and put her in a standard “Everything’s normal, especially if it’s not” state of mind. He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her bra, and said, “You’re cute. Did you know that it’s not uncommon for girls’ breasts to continue to grow, even if they’re not big at all when they’re 18?”

“No, I didn’t know that,” she said. Geoff implanted a few more personality traits, and Sarah added, “Well, it’s a good thing, because I sure wish my tits were bigger.”

Cupping her tiny boobs in his hands, he said, “Well, I’m a doctor, a boob doctor. And I can tell you that a girl like you can expect a growth spurt to take place over the next year or so. Why, by next year, your boobs will be out to here,” he said, forcing the tiny bumps in his hands to grow. He took his hands away when he’d given her a jealousy-inducing, but not obviously fake, rack.

“Oh, wow!” she said, looking at how nice her new boobs looked and bounced. “A year?”

“Yep, it’s called a growth spurt. How do you feel about growing boobs this big?”

“Oh, I can’t wait!” she said.

“Well, just remember, it’s perfectly natural, nothing at all to worry about or even ask a doctor about,” he said, forcing his suggestions into her mind as he shrank her boobs almost back to normal size. He couldn’t resist leaving them big enough to make her bra uncomfortable enough for her to move up a cup size. That’s subtle enough, he thought. “Now, put your bra back on and button up. Oh, and forget this entire encounter, OK?”

She nodded in agreement and did as she was told. After blinking a couple of times, she smiled and said, “Enjoy your evening.”

Geoff confirmed that his permanent commands were still in place. Watching her tug a little at her straining bra, he said, “Oh don’t worry, I will.”