Mind Fuck


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Mind Control, Lesbian, BiSexual, DomSub, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Spanking, Light Bond, Humiliation, White Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: A young man with mind control powers is trying to figure out how best to use them for sex. He discovers the answer at a Hollywood Party.

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?

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