Beads of Breaking
Copyright© 2026 by Plosionite
Chapter 2
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Horribly treated by his stepmother and stepsister, Alex stumbles on a mysterious beaded bracelet. Now when he gets mad, he's forced to say things he normally wouldn't and somehow those words seem to affect the people he's angry at...
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control MaleDom Oral Sex
The pleasant aroma of coffee drifted through the kitchen as the machine bubbled. I barely slept after the insanity of the night before, so I welcomed the caffeine. After the wild confrontation, I noticed one of the three amber beads of the bracelet had turned black. Thinking back, the last outburst I had I noticed the same thing later but I chalked it up to seeing things. So now I suspected that this weird bracelet I got from the creepy guy might be changing my stepmother. I spent all night trying to find out what this damn bracelet was, but no matter how many internet searches I did I came up with nothing.
The sound of bare footsteps on the kitchen tile jolted me upright. I turned to see Christie holding an empty mug in front of her and immediately looked away.
Christie usually favored a long t-shirt for her morning attire, something fairly innocuous to start the day. This morning, however, she wore a white see-through negligee. The fabric spilled off the tips of her tits, cupped by a lacey bra and ending slightly over her matching panties. If I didn’t look away as soon as I caught a glimpse, I would’ve popped a boner on the spot.
As if trying to challenge me, she walked right into the line of sight of my turned eyes and leaned on the counter to grab the carafe. As she bent over, she revealed a G-string that highlighted the rounded bronze cheeks of her ass. I thanked my late father for buying that home pilates machine before he died as I soaked in the view, my erection already far past what I could control.
While I ogled the tight rear end across from me, Christie tilted her head to glance at me. She spun around to face me with the cup in her hand, then stretched her arms above her head. Arching her back with a “hnnnnn” sound, her panties slid down a bit revealing not a single pubic hair in sight, while her ample chest pushed forward. Holy shit. I coughed up the coffee I had been sipping.
Christie peered down her nose at me with a cocky sneer and knowing look in her eyes.
“Pick up the slack, Alex. You haven’t cleaned the showers in three weeks and I don’t want any mold to build up. Get it done today, freeloader,” she said.
Christie left the kitchen, a subtle perfume lingering in my nose as she walked past me, forgetting her full cup on the counter. Her haughty attitude and stupid orders barely registered as I bolted back to my room and closed the door. With the sight of her ass and body fresh in my mind, I reached into my pants to fish out my rock-hard cock.
Wasting no time, I started masturbating to the memory. My hand blurred as I pictured myself moving that G string aside. What I wouldn’t give if I could’ve just pushed her down and fucked her over the counter right there.
While my hand did what it did best, I heard a sound outside my door dragging me out of my fantasies. Footsteps? I slowed my rhythm. Against the doorframe I spotted a shadow of two legs. I waited for Christie to knock or try turning my locked door, but nothing. She just stood there.
I recalled what I said to her last night. “I bet you love knowing I jack off to you when you dress like a whore” I had said. If those really words changed Christie, then she would be listening to me masturbate right now. Would also explain the show she had given me, too.
I returned to my stroking. I’d long since mastered the “silent stroke” technique in my young teenage years, but I needed to test it. I let out a groan, slapping my hand against my groin to make some noise. The shadows shifted a bit but didn’t move away. I continued, making sounds as I touched myself, and I thought I could hear heavy breathing on the other side of the door. Grabbing a tissue, I erupted into it, making sure to be extra vocal while I came. Once it was over I saw the shadows finally move away, confirming my suspicions.
Christie was listening at my door. Listening to me jack off.
For the next hour I excitedly wrote down everything I could remember saying in my last two outbursts. If this bracelet is changing her, what I said probably matters a lot, I reasoned. As the adrenaline waned, a grumbling in my round gut reminded me that I forgot breakfast. Deciding that it would be a good time to take a break, I headed downstairs.
To get to the kitchen I had to walk through the living room first, and I spotted Christie sitting on the couch still in the same negligee from this morning. She had her phone in her hand texting away pretending to not acknowledge my presence. As I walked by though, I noticed her watching me from the corner of her eye. Not subtle.
I got to the kitchen and cracked a couple eggs into the pan. Following a hunch, I peeked out back into the living room. Christie had left. Bacon, eggs, and toast later I made my way back to my room and checked my garbage bin. The tissue I used was gone.
A few hours later I stood from my chair to stretch out my sore back. I’d been trying to, I dunno, activate the bracelet I guess? No matter what I did though, I couldn’t get the damn bracelet to respond. If this thing really worked then it has to be some sci-fi tech or a supernatural relic. I should find that freaky dude when the snowstorm is over. A shiver went down my back at the memory of his overly-long fingers and sunken eyes. What if he’s an alien?
I let my thoughts drift from the task at hand when I groaned. I forgot that Christie demanded I clean the showers. Might as well get that out of the way before she gets on my case.
A few seconds after opening my door, I could hear a YouTube video start up the living room. Despite having an entire workout room, Christie occasionally did video workouts in front of the TV so this wasn’t uncommon. I made my way down the stairs and started to go through the living room to get to the supply closet when I froze.
Christie stood in front of the TV in a borderline obscene outfit. She wore her usual spandex workout shorts, the kind that rides all the way up, but instead of any sort of workout top she had on a white mini tube top. The tube top only covered the midsection of her breasts, leaving the tops and bottoms of her bare tits exposed while barely covering up her nipples. It looked more like a bandage than a piece of clothing. I’d seen OnlyFans models with more modesty than what she was wearing right now.
The shadowboxing workout Christie chose only accentuated the difficulty job the tube top had of containing her voluptuous breasts. Every kick, punch, and jumping jack was accompanied by a hypnotic ripple. I couldn’t look away.
I don’t know exactly how much time passed but as I routine wound down I bolted. She wanted to turn me on right now and knowing that I gave that witch exactly what she wanted gave me heartburn just thinking about it. Yes, I liked it, but I also hated handing it to her like that.
Grabbing the cleaning supplies, I headed over to the master bedroom shower determined to not run to my bedroom no matter how much I wanted to. Walking into Christie’s room, the air smelled musky as if she also worked out in here earlier today. Maybe she couldn’t open the windows for air with the snowstorm or something? As I walked past the bed, I spotted in the corner of my eye what looked like a long cylindrical purple object with a head aaaaand it was a vibrator. No fucking way. Did she leave that out for me to find?
Pretending like I didn’t see anything, I hurried along to the shower. I sprayed the tub with the cleaning solution and grabbed the sponge, glad for the distraction. Cleaning the showers didn’t faze me as I was functionally the house maid by Christie’s demands, so I had grown used to the routine. Scrubbing took my mind off of her teasing, the bracelet, and everything going on.
As I neared the end, I sat back to catch my breath while inhaling the fumes from the cleaning supplies. Then I heard a snort of annoyance from behind me.
“Are you not done yet?” Christie demanded.
“Almost, gimme a couple minutes,” I said as I looked up.
Christie stood there with a post workout sheen that served to amp up how erotic she looked. Pulling the tube top up and down to fan herself off, each wave gave me an incredible show as her breasts jiggled with the motion. I nearly had a glimpse of her full chest a few times. Bending over the tub mercifully let me hide my pulsing erection.
“Oh my god are you out of breath from cleaning?” she said with a derisive chuckle, “Make sure you clean your sweat off too. That grease will give me acne if it ends up touching me, and if that happens they’ll be fishing your body out of the lake.”
Embarrassment washed over me as I sponged the shower off faster. Fucking bitch. Fuck.
Finishing up the task with chagrin, I walked out through the bedroom. The bitch was lying on the bed where the vibrator had been, only wearing a short towel. One move from that position and I’d have a full view of everything she’d been taunting me with over the years. I moved the bucket in my hands to the front of my pants. I wasn’t proud of that erection.
“I-it’s clean,” I stammered out.
“Finally,” she said gesturing at the door, clearly waiting for me to leave before she moved.
I walked out and went straight for my bedroom.
With a sigh I closed my door. I couldn’t hold it in any more. Pulling my pants down, I visualized ripping that towel off of her. I paused for a second when a familiar shadow appeared beneath my door.
Irritation and arousal mixed in me. After the way she treated me, she wanted to hear me get off? But it was also hot as hell. I moved with extra intensity, moaning extra loud, and almost blew my load in the first few pumps before stopping myself. Wait, she wants to eat my cum right? Would ... would she drink it straight out of me? I had the bracelet. I could make her want it.
Maybe I was so turned on that I couldn’t think straight. Maybe I was just stupid. Either way, I didn’t know where that stupid bravado came from and for a moment I was absolutely convinced things would work out no matter what. So, I swung my door open with my cock out at full mast.
My stepmother stood there still in her towel, her face turned to the side where she had her ear against my door, one of her hands beneath her towel. She jerked her head back in surprise and hopped back, hands pulling away in shock, eyes moving from my dick to my face.
“Is this what you want?” I said, with all the confidence I could muster.
She looked at me again and blinked a few times. The shocked confusion on her face twisted to mirth. She laughed. Full-throated, straight-from-the-gut laughter.
I shrank back.
“You,” she said gasping for breath, “you think I want to fuck you?”
Her laughter picked up again.
My face went beet red as I pulled my softening dick back into my pants. I glanced at the bracelet. Time for it to do its thing.
“Y-yeah. You want to fuck me. That’s why you’re standing there and you’ve been taunting me all day,” I said, eyes darting back and forth from the bracelet to Christie. The bracelet didn’t change.
Her laughter took off even more intensely.
“You think I’ve been teasing my boobs to touch that little dick of yours??” she said mockingly, “I can barely even see it! If I wasn’t stuck here I wouldn’t even need a supply of cum from that tiny thing. You think I’d want it fresh??”
The sound of her laughter died out as the flushing in my face changed from embarrassment to anger. A hum took over my hearing. My vision went white. That. Fucking. Bitch. Teasing her boobs? For a supply of my cum? That she wouldn’t want fresh? What a goddamn whore.