Beads of Breaking
Copyright© 2026 by Plosionite
Chapter 4
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Zipping my jeans back up, I strutted my way back to my room. Today is going to be a good day, I feel it.
Starting the morning out by plastering my stepmother’s toned legs with my cum then watching her fold her body in half to lick them clean was better than any espresso. Adding to my good mood, I woke up that morning to see one of the beads had returned to its normal luster, bringing back my grandiose dreams from the day before. Meaning the beads just had to recharge and weren’t one-time uses.
As if that wasn’t enough, I deciphered the latest text from Creepy Guy before bed last night.
“THE FURNACE HAS NO MIND ITS OWN, BORROWED SPARKS START ITS FIRE”
This puzzle felt simple, really. The furnace must mean the words I speak, and when the beads activate they need to borrow their “sparks” from me. So that means I could control the words I say as long as I give it the right starter fuel, maybe from my inner thoughts or something? That part I wasn’t exactly sure on yet, but I felt confident about the interpretation.
My goal today was simple: Use the beads to get blowjobs from Christie.
See, while jacking off on my stepmother’s tanned, athletic, and incredibly maintained body was a dream come true, she still refused to so much as touch me unless I put my own cum on myself. I needed to fix that.
Somehow in my elation, I forgot a golden rule of this house. I was never allowed to be in a good mood.
“Get down here now Alex,” Christie shouted from the living room.
Regardless of my newfound powers, the ingrained need to avoid getting yelled at made my body subconsciously move quickly to get to the living room. It had only been a few minutes since she gave herself a tongue bath, so I had no idea what she could be mad about. Christie was standing there, wearing only the deep blue panties she had worn to bed and naked from the waist up, pointing at the carpeted floor.
“When’s the last time you cleaned this place up you ingrate? This carpet is filthy. It’s your job to keep this place clean since I don’t charge you for rent. Don’t make me throw your ass out onto the street,” she said.
I didn’t know why she did this randomly. No, I think I knew subconsciously. She had to assert her dominance over me, and with the changes recently she was finding any lame excuse to do so. But even though I knew Christie was hopelessly addicted to my cum, years of her conditioning me always seemed to win out. I silently moved to the cleaning closet and took out the vacuum cleaner and the carpet deodorant she liked.
Funny how even getting yelled at while her C-cup tits were out didn’t make it feel a whole lot better. Just a little better.
And so, my gut feeling that today was going to be a good day was shot. Every hour or so, Christie would come out and dust her finger on something, making a deal of how lazy I was, then return to whatever she was doing.
Yesterday was the last day of the snowstorm and neither of us was trapped in the house anymore. For some reason though, she decided to stick around all day to make me miserable. I was exhausted by evening time after spending the day wiping down every corner of the house, and I didn’t have the energy to even consider using the beads tonight.
What was equally surprising to me though was that Christie didn’t demand my cum a single time this whole day after her morning fix. I caught quite a few glances at my crotch, and she wore particularly revealing clothes all day like she had been, but never made a move to approach me.
Things started to make sense though when I heard the clicking of Christie’s heels on the floor and saw her in the most clothes she’d worn all week. Her surprisingly tame date night outfit consisted of a velvet wrap mini with a floral pattern, along with stiletto heel knee high boots. Looks like she’s getting a different supplier tonight.
From the window of my bedroom, my stepmother’s date tonight wasn’t anything to write home about. He was tall and blonde, sure, but his clothes looked cheap and wrinkled, and he didn’t exactly look in-shape with his rounded gut. All in all, not the type of guy I’ve seen her with before. He came inside, and from the sounds of Christie’s fake flirty laugh echoing upstairs, I assumed they had a glass of wine before they left for dinner.
Whatever. I put on my headphones and launched a game to get lost for the night.
Not my best night for sure. After all my physical exertion today it felt like my crosshairs were always slightly off from their targets, much to the chagrin of my teammates. I was in the middle of a heated text exchange with the opposing team’s sniper, who very much needed to know exactly how I was going to fuck his mother, when the door to my bedroom opened with a slam that made me to jump.
Christie stood there, the perfect bun of her hair now messy with tendrils of hair all around. Her lipstick was smeared slightly and mascara looked smudged. The dress she had on looked crinkled like it was put back on in a hurry. Most of all though, she looked mad as hell.
“Get it out,” she demanded.
“Wait what?” I said with genuine confusion.
“Get it out now, let’s get this over with,” she replied, gesturing to my pants.
After taking a few seconds to process what was going on, a smile crept across my face. I slowly took my headphones off, closing the game on my screen, then leaned back in my chair to regard her.
“So he couldn’t scratch your itch, eh?” I said, not hiding the smug tone of my voice.
“Alex I swear to you, if you do not jack off right now I ... I’ll scream,” she said, confidence slowly waning as the sentence went on.
My cock started rising from the attention, it was nice to feel wanted. Guess I’ll get to try my plan out after all. Let Operation: Blowjob commence.
“Hmmm I’m not really in the mood to jack myself off right now. But I don’t mind if you help me a bit,” I said, leading her on.
Christie rolled her eyes, slipped her shoulders out of her dress and unclasped her pale blue bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits gave a delicious bounce as they were freed, and the band of her matching pale blue panties peeked out from the bottom of her dress around her waist.
“There. Now get on with it,” she said, not even attempting to be seductive.
“I need more than that Mom. You know, a blowjob would go much faster, and you’d get what you need right into you,” I replied.
She looked incredulously at me, as if my head had just spun 360 degrees in front of her.
“EXCUSE me?” she replied harshly.
Okay, time for that spark. Let’s go beads. My hand idly rubbed them as I geared up.
“You love blowjobs, right?” I said.
I pictured Christie giving me a blowjob in my mind. It wasn’t hard, if I was honest with myself I’ve been fantasizing about that for years now. But I focused on the mental picture to prove my theory about the beads. I needed to give them a “spark.”
“Give me a blowjob,” I followed up.
Wait, I also need to get angry. I thought back to a recent memory, when Christie locked me out of the house because I didn’t fill her gas tank all the way to full. How I had pounded the door and sat in my car for hours. Now I was mad.
With my anger rising and blowjobs firmly in mind, I tried again.
“Get on your knees, Christie. You want to give me a blowjob,” I tried while doing my best to push mentally.
Despite my efforts, my stepmother wasn’t glazing over and the beads weren’t getting hot. Instead she had been just standing there in shock at my brazen attempt to get her mouth around my cock. And after my last statement I saw her face start to turn red.
“You have no idea what I’ve been through tonight! I am so sick and tired of your disrespectful, lazy attitude. After everything I do for this house, for raising your sorry ass, I deserve an easy night. You will learn to appreciate my effort!” Christie ranted back at me, flailing her arms as she screamed.
A familiar heat rose in my chest and wrapped around my wrist. Lazy? Her effort? This fucking bitch.
The hum in my ears drowned out my stepmother’s voice and my vision dimmed. The heat rose to my throat, my mouth opened while words forced their way out.
“You hate being lazy, don’t you. You feel amazing when I don’t have to lift a finger and you put in all the effort. You hate doing the chores but doing them will get you so horny, and since you’re a whore you’ll love the way that feels.”
I gasped for air.
Well, shit.