Chapter 1

*”When I was a kid about half past three,
my daddy said ‘Son, come here to me.”
Says ‘Things may come and things may go,
but this is one thing you ought to know:
T’ain’t what you do; it’s the way hat’cha you do it.
T’ain’t what you do, it’s the way hat’cha you do it.
T’ain’t what you do, it’s the way hat’cha you do it.
That’s what gets results.”*
-Jimmy Lunceford, “T’Ain’t What You Do (It’s The Way That You Do It)”

Hi. My name’s Suzy-Ho. Susan’s usually the one who does these things, but since we’re getting our pussy eaten right now, she’s stepped out for a moment and I’m in charge. She’ll be back after we cum. I love cumming, it’s my favorite thing in the world.

I guess I should tell you about us, since that’s what Susan does in this part. I live in the head of a woman named Susan, along with my friends, Sue and Suzy-Q. They might show up later. Susan used to have a boyfriend named Chad who was really mean and hurt us a lot; not in a fun way either. So she made us in her head to help her get through everything. Sex is my department, and the job’s been a lot more fun since we got away from him. Less “I’m gonna do this thing to you” and more “Hey, you wanna try this thing with us?” Things aren’t bad anymore, but we’re still here in case she needs us.

See, we met a really nice and super-hot couple named Troy & Julie who saved us from him and fuck us WAY better than he did. Troy & Julie can control people’s minds. (So can their sexy friend Helen, who I SO need to fuck someday. Don’t tell Susan I said that, though; she doesn’t like Helen.) They’re teaching us to do it too, and I’ve gotta tell ya, it’s totally hot. Our friend Brenda agrees. Or she would, if she weren’t mindlessly lapping at our cunt right now. She’s been letting us practice on her. All of them say I’m really coming along ... coming along ... cumming along ... Cumming ... CUMMING!!! MMM! OH FUCK YEAH! GOD YES!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!

Ah, shit, that was fun. We now rejoin your regularly scheduled Susan, already in progress...

Hi. My name’s Susan. I need to have a talk with someone about using the computer.

Choice of words aside, Suzy-Ho’s summary of my life to this point was accurate. For the past couple months, Troy and Julie Equals have been teaching me how to Do What They Do. I’ve learned enough to get why they don’t like to outright say that it’s “mind control” now. Aside from making it seem cheap, it’s more complicated than that.

Even with the two of them having done it since they were children, they’ve had difficulty explaining it to me, because it’s a very personal thing. As I’ve been studying and practicing the things Troy and Julie have shown me, I’m getting a clearer picture of it. But it’s hard to express; like some foreign concept that doesn’t have a direct translation into English. Terms like “suggestion,” “mesmerism,” “Neuro-Linguistic Programming,” and “Sparkling Eyes” all come close to it, but not quite. I haven’t even got a full grasp of the concept, and it’s inside my head. As you’ve seen, though, it’s got some company in there.

And our ... well, I can’t exactly say “friend,” she’s THEIR friend, but I can’t totally say I hate her anymore, either. I’ll just say “Helen” for now. They taught it to Helen shortly after they learned it, and whatever her concept was, it’s different from theirs. All three of them have done it to me at one point, and because of something about me that Troy’s never really explained, I’m able to think about how it felt afterward. I can tell you that Troy and Julie use a more gentle approach: They tell you something and all ideas about not doing what they say or why you shouldn’t just shut down in your mind. Troy’s explained that there are varying degrees of it. Even when he demonstrated how he did it to Chad, (I asked him to do it to show me.) it felt forceful, but like someone not looking where they’re going; bumping into your mind and knocking your thoughts down. Helen’s felt more like someone had deliberately plowed into my mind after getting a really good running start from a couple blocks away.

Wow, that makes it sound like it IS some kind of psychic thing, and that’s not right either. I feel like I’m screwing this up badly, so let’s just go back to saying “I’m in the early stages of learning to control minds.”

I brought Brenda out of the trance state I’d put her in. She came back to reality with the usual look of mingled calm and the kind of disappointment that one might see on the face of a 6-year-old who’s been at Chuck E. Cheese’s all day and is now being told it’s time to go home. I looked at the clock and handed her a bottled water. She’d been at it for an hour.

“So, how’d I do?” She asked.

“Amazing as always, Slave,” I said, holding her chin and slowly guiding her up to my face for a kiss. I don’t go for the master/slave thing, especially because “Master” and “Mistress” have a different meaning around our house than you might think; but Brenda does, so I indulge her. “What about me?”

Brenda grabbed her glasses from the desk and put them on. Even without them, with her tongue lapping my clit, she still looks like a hot librarian. I mean, she IS a librarian, and she IS hot, but people meeting her for the first time don’t even ask what she does for a living, they just assume she’s a librarian, and they’re correct.

“Fantastic, Susan! I really felt compelled to obey. You’re doing great!”

“Thanks,” I replied.

“I’m fucking wet, though, if there’s anything you’d like to do about that.”

“Seems only fair,” I said with a smile, getting up and taking her hand, leading her to the bed. We laid down and resumed kissing as my hands explored her body.

“Could... ,” she breathed as she removed her glasses again and set them on the nightstand. “Could you take me back there, first?”

I nodded and looked her in the eyes as I bent down to kiss my way down to her pussy, punctuating each sentence with another kiss. “Return to that place, Brenda. That place where you don’t need to think. Where you can’t think. Where all you can do is relax. And listen. And feel. And obey.”

Her eyes glazed over and her mouth hung open as I reached her slit and began to return the favor. Brenda’s known Troy & Julie longer than I have. Troy first Did What They Do to her when he was in college and she was the school librarian. As luck would have it, she turned out to have a mind control fetish that I might even call more intense than theirs, and the two of them had one long before they were old enough to comfortably call it a fetish.

And therein lies my problem: With her, I always have a willing participant for practicing on; however, the fact that she IS so willing and gets so aroused by being made into a mindless sex slave makes it impossible to get any productive feedback from her. She’s always so eager to volunteer that everything I do meets with her approval, and I know I’m not good enough yet to compel her to be completely honest and unbiased about it. Since I’m trying to learn this for myself, asking Troy or Julie to do it for me would feel like paying someone to go to a doctor’s appointment in my place.