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.

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∞øùwell. 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.