Chapter 16: Mind-Controlling the Kinky Lesbians

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michael

I pulled my car into the parking lot before the Pink Pussycat. The sex shop didn’t look too sleazy. It had a bright, neon sign with a cat perched on the end of the sweeping cursive words. There was something bold and suggestive about the pose of the mascot.

“I can’t believe we’re going in there,” Natalie said. My friend was a more strait-laced Christian than I was. I had been into the sex shop a few times to buy the naughty schoolgirl outfits to wear in the bedroom with my husband. “I mean...”

“It’ll be fine,” I said. “You trust my advice, right?”

“Of course I do,” Natalie said. “Thanks to your advice, I’ve had sex with both my children, and my husband’s made love to our daughter.”

I smiled. I had programmed—was that the right word to describe how the mind-control device worked on people—Natalie to trust my advice. I was more than happy to give it to my friend. She was such a hot wife. Like me. And we were going to have fun.

In the back, the other woman with us climbed out of the car. Tonya Albertson was one of my neighbors. A nosy bitch and gossip who liked to stir up the shit in the neighborhood. Now she was under my power, programmed to want to do anything as an apology to me. I would make her and her eighteen-year-old daughter into live-in maids for my family.

Bang maids!

With two daughters and two bang maids in the house, my husband couldn’t please us all. We needed toys. Plus, I was having fun with my friend. She was hot, and I was finally able to indulge in my bisexual side. My husband was at school fucking his students, and I was having fun with my friend and our neighbors.

So long as it wasn’t a guy, it wasn’t cheating for me.

I took Natalie’s arm and led her inside, her black hair swaying about her face. Her large breasts jiggled in her blouse. She was stacked. Not like me. I had the body of a twelve-year-old girl. Slender, petite, breasts barely more than handfuls. It was why I could pull off pretending to be a schoolgirl. My husband loved my figure.

Big perv that he was.

I smiled fondly thinking of him with all those schoolgirls. We were a great match. I found it hot that he wanted our daughters and his underage students. It made my pussy so wet and dripping just thinking about what he was up to at his high school.

“Door, Tonya,” I said. “That would make me happy.”

“Right away,” she gasped and ran ahead to the glass door and yanked it open.

We were confronted right away with a rack that held nothing but various types of handcuffs. All metal, leather cuffs, fuzzy ones with leopard print or bright pink or other hues. Next to it was all manner of lubes. Flavored. Unflavored. Ones that promised to “heighten” sexual flavor. To the right was the wall dominated by the sex toys. To the left were racks of magazines with green or orange stickers to hide the naughty bits on display. The back held the costumes on circular racks while surrounded by the DVDs and Blu Rays.

“There are so many,” Natalie said as we headed to the sex toys.

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, G-spot stimulators, bullet vibrators, Ben Wa balls, anal beads, double-headed dildos, double-pronged dildos, and so much more. And Tonya’s going to buy whatever we want. Right, Tonya.”

“Right!” she said.

I smiled as I led Tonya through the toys. I snagged a little hand basket the sex shop had stacked in the corner and we began shopping. I wanted to get a variety of toys for my family and me to use on each other.

I snagged a double-headed, pink dildo. Made of gel, it was flexible like a snake. I held it up to Tonya and wiggled it back and forth. The way her dark eyes widened as she stared at it made my pussy clench.

“That’s so big. Why do you need one that big, Kimmie?”

I rolled my eyes. “One end goes in your pussy. The other end goes in mine. Then we fuck together. Like tribbing.”

“Tribbing?”

I smiled. “You have so much to learn about lesbian sex.” I put the toy in the basket. “And we’ll need a strap-on.”

“Oh, my,” Natalie said, fanning her face. “This is all so much.”

I snagged a fleshy dildo attached to a black, vinyl harness. I pressed it against her crotch, the dick thrusting out past her jeans. “Just imagine putting this on and fucking Tonya hard. My advice, you’ll love it.”

“Ooh, that does sound like I would,” she said, glancing at Tonya who had picked up a silver bullet vibrator.

Smiling, I put the strap-on and the bullet vibrator into the basket. Not the one on display, but the one in the box. I browsed through the shelves, looking for other wicked things to play with. I snagged a pair of red anal beads. They had a ring handle and seven increasingly thicker beads on the slender rod. All plastic. I held it up to my friend.

“Guess where this goes,” I said, waving it before her face.

“Ooh, that must feel interesting in your pussy,” Natalie said.

Tonya giggled. “That’s not where they go.”

“Nope,” I said. “Other hole.”

My friend’s jaw dropped as the anal beads went into the box. Her cheeks were pure crimson. I loved it. This was so much fun. My pussy clenched, this wild ache surging through my body as we searched for more.

I grabbed a blue vibrator with ridges and a tongue for clit massaging, a pink dildo with a solid body covered in bumps, and a silver g-spot stimulator. I dropped the curvy toy into the box, my pussy on fire.

“Ooh, ooh!” I gasped, grabbing a pink-headed wand massager. Its packaging wasn’t like the ones you’d find in a normal department store. It wasn’t pretending to be used to massage muscles, but pussies. “I hear these make you cum hard. You should have your husband use this one on you. Here, grab one for yourself, too. Tonya’s going to pay for it. Right, Tonya.”

“Yes, Kimberly,” she said. I didn’t let her use my nickname.

Then we moved onto the BDSM section. It had leather masks and all sorts of gags from balls to rings. When I saw the padded nipple clamps, I had to grab them. I glanced over at Tonya and smiled as I dropped those into the basket. They had plenty of whips, flails, riding crops, and paddles. The pervert in me went to the wooden paddles. Polished and hard, the sort of thing that a wicked schoolgirl would have been spanked with a hundred years ago.

That went into the cart.

“Tonya, find a maid outfit and try it on,” I told her as I ran up to the front of the store. I grabbed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. The one with the leopard print on them. I shuddered and headed back to the store to find Tonya going to a dressing room with her costume.

Natalie stared at all the XXX movies, her cheeks blazing. She picked up one. MILF Patrol 8. Her eyes widened as she read the back of it. She thrust it back and whirled around. Maybe I should advise her to watch some porn.

But it was so much more fun to create live porn with the mind-control device.

Tonya emerged from the training room. Her large breasts were constrained by the low-cut, black bodice trimmed in lace. It fit right in her waist and the skirt barely covered her ass and pussy. She had a maid cap perched on her head, her brown hair falling about her blushing face.

“This is so daring,” she said.

“But it’s also the perfect way for you to apologize,” I said. “Now turn around. Let me see that ass.”

She did, the skirt rustling.

“Bend over.”

As she did, the skirt rode up. It was puffy with some petticoat layers. The curve of her rump appeared, clad in her panties. They weren’t sexy panties. That would have to change.

“Perfect,” I said. “Do they have one in your daughter’s size?”

“I think so,” she said as she headed to the changing room to take it off.

“Well, grab it,” I said, wanting my sexy bang-maids. Her daughter, Gina, had been a brat growing up. A bitch and a bully who had made both of my daughters cry growing up. Especially my youngest, June. So it would be hot to have her be one. “She is coming over?”

“She said she’d try,” Tonya answered as I heard her stripping naked inside the changing room. “You know how you were at eighteen.”

“Yeah,” I said. If she didn’t get in range of the mind-control device, I couldn’t program her. And I so wanted to have the new help all sorted out for when my husband and daughters got home from school. It would be so wild.

Tonya emerged and we headed up to pay. A guy with hairy arms and a tattoo of a scorpion on his neck ran the cash register. He was in his thirties, black hair, a bored look on his face as he flipped through a gun magazine. He straightened as we approached.

“Hi,” I said. I pointed to Tonya. “If she blows you, can we have a discount?”

The clerk glanced over at Tonya and smiled. He closed his magazine. “Sure.”

“What?” Tonya gasped.

“Blowing him would make up for so much shit you did, Tonya,” I said. “Plus, it’ll save you and your husband money. So get to it.”

“Fine,” she said and sighed. “Where at?”

“Right here, baby,” the man said and begin unbuttoning his fly.

I smiled. I loved my husband’s device. He was a genius.

Dean Michael

The lunch had arrived.

Just like I had programmed, Vivian walked into my classroom. My nerdy student had short, black hair that spilled around her cute, if serious, face. She wore glasses that only enhanced that vibe. She was petite—that girlish figure making my dick hard. She didn’t bat an eye at my nudity.

Not with the mind-control device plugged into the high school and its signal covering the entire building. She was going to help me out. I had so much work to do, and I needed someone who could do programming.

She claimed she had programmed her own smartphone apps, so she was perfect.

Plus, I had enjoyed fucking her in my first class today.

She had aced her test and lost her cherry on my dick. The fact she was a lesbian and still loved cumming on my cock had been just a treat. I didn’t know she was gay—or at least bi—until she casually mentioned that my cock had been better than with her girlfriend.

Either way, she’d had a cherry cunt.

“Mr. Michaels,” she said, standing before my desk. “I’m ready to help you with your project.”

“Good, good,” I said. I turned my laptop to her and began explaining the mind-control device to her, how it worked, and how to use the interface. She had questions, many of them. It was fun to explain them to her.

She seemed impressed.

Of course, she believed me. I had programmed her to believe me, to accept what I said, and to obey my commands. She pushed up her glasses as she sat in her chair beside me. She watched the screen with interest. I explained the commands then showed her the macros that ran pre-written scripts of more complicated orders.

“So this is what I want,” I said about ten minutes later, “is an app on a smartphone that will let the user connect to the device. It needs the map function and the macros.”

“We’ll need a server to run the app from,” she said. “Something that’s plugged into the device. Or connected to them. I assume you want to have more than one device.”

“Lots of them,” I said, grinning. “I can see that. One central server to control them all.”

“Yeah, that takes a lot of the load off the smartphone,” she said. “And since they almost always have internet access in some form, there’s no need not to off-load that functionality.”

“I can put a server together,” I said. I could install it in my basement. No point in having it away from my home. So long as all the devices were on the internet, they could be accessed.

She started typing on her phone’s notepad. “Instead of typing in the alphanumeric code, we could use touch. Have the person touch the icon of who they wanted to affect and then put in the commands. We could have the macros come up on the side for them to touch, but then allow them to type in their commands with the keyboard.”

“Yes,” I said. Touch screen. I hadn’t even thought of it.

“So I’ll need to create the server program and the app,” she said. “I’m going to need a dev copy of your control software so I can build it right.”

“Done,” I said. I wasn’t worried. I had tested my mind-control device. I was confident in its abilities. She wouldn’t betray me.

Couldn’t betray me.

My phone rang. I snagged it up as I watched Vivian typing into her phone, getting her notes ready to use the device. It was my wife calling. I smiled and swiped the screen then held my phone to my ear. “Hey, Kimmie.”

“Oh, my god, Tonya Albertson is blowing the guy at the Pink Pussycat to get us a discount on the sex toys she’s buying us.”

“Sex toys?” I asked.

“Didn’t you get my texts?” she responded.

I glanced at my phone and winced. “Sorry, I had it on silence. I was busy.”

“Fucking who?”

“Our daughters. This busty cheerleader named Dolly. Now I’m with Vivian. She’s going to help us expand the use of the devices. She’s a smart girl.”

“A cute girl?” my wife asked.

“Very,” I said. “I took her cherry.”

A wicked laugh came from my wife. “Mmm, wonderful. Well, if she’s working for you, then you should bring her home for dinner. I would love to meet her. I bought this strap-on...”

I leaned back and laughed, my cock hard. “I bet we could do that. It could be arranged. You’re soon going to have remote control over the devices that I install through your smartphone.”

“Ooh, that’s good,” she said. “Oh, my god, the guy’s cumming down Tonya’s throat. I’m going to have such a surprise for you honey when you get home. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said and hung up.

Vivian glanced at me, her glasses reflecting the blue of the laptop screen. “I think I have some good ideas on how to do this. It’ll be difficult. I’ll have to spend hours on it.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about attending your classes,” I said. “Work on it during the day. I’ll make sure you don’t get into any trouble.”

She smiled then watched me as I took the laptop. I wanted to have some fun.

842FA4;call girlfriend and have her come to Mr. Michaels classroom right now

ENTER!

Immediately, Vivian backed out of her note-taking app on her phone and then looked up something and dialed. She glanced at me and shook her head. She knew what I was doing. I grinned back at her as a moment later, the phone picked up.

“Hey, I’m in Mr. Michaels’s classroom. Come down here right now.” She paused. “Why... ? I don’t know. He just wants to meet you. Okay. All right. Bye.” She hung up. “So I am 842FA4?”

“Yes, you are,” I said. “When we create the app, let’s have levels of access. Mine will be unrestricted, the next tier can’t affect me, and the bottom can’t affect me or a list of people I’ll give you. You included.”

“Okay,” she said and made a note of it.

I didn’t want anyone using this device on me. I had made myself immune to many of the commands already. Like the all command would affect everyone in range save for me. I was an exception to it. The last thing I needed was to be controlled and give up the device’s secrets.

I glanced at the screen. With the lunch hour on, the students were all congregating in the cafeteria or out on the grounds, some just in range of the device now. There were a few dots scattered throughout the class areas, mostly staff, but there would be a few students doing projects. The library had more clusters of dots.

One dot was heading down the hallway, approaching my class.

Who was Vivian’s girlfriend? I had no idea the nerdy girl who spent any free time she had with her nose in a book was dating anyone. I noted the person’s number, 53F03A, and hoped it was Vivian’s lover. The dot reached my door.

It opened.

Britney Morris walked in. I blinked at seeing my daughter June’s best friend coming in. She wouldn’t react to me being naked. She was fourteen, two years younger than Vivian, and had a beaming smile on her face on her as she waved to Vivian.

Britney had been coming over to my house for years. Hers and June’s friendship had always been close. I had seen her in her pajamas at sleepovers. I had even had ideas of her and June experimenting with kisses as they matured.

53F03A;answer 840F21 questions honestly

ENTER!

Vivian gave me a sharp look. She knew I was controlling her girlfriend who had stopped at the other side of my desk and asked, “So, what did you need to see me about, Mr. Michaels? Am I in trouble.”

“Does my daughter know you’re gay?” I asked her.

Britney’s eyes widened. Then she shook her head, her light-brown hair swaying about her pink cheeks.

“And how many girls have you been with?” I asked.

“Just Vivian.” Britney swayed. “She, um, showed me some things.”

“I could tell she was a budding lesbian,” Vivian said. “She’s just so cute. She’s still got her cherry. As soon as I can get the money for a strap-on...”

I was surprised by Vivian’s level of honesty. I hadn’t ordered her to do this. My dick was throbbing hard, though. Britney was definitely one of the girls that had crossed my mind over the years. My dick was fully erect.

I could tell Vivian to do this since she had to obey my words, but...

842FA4; eat out 53F03A pussy to get her ready for 840F21 cock while letting 840F21 fuck you

“Mr. Michaels,” gasped Vivian. She shook her head at me. “You’re really going to take her cherry.”

“Yes,” I said, typing the commands so much more fun.

ENTER!

Vivian rose. “Mmm, I have to eat you out, Britney. Need to get you ready for Mr. Michaels to take your cherry.”

“What?” gasped Britney. She took a step back as I started typing.

53F03A; strip naked and let 842FA4 eat you out so you’ll be ready for 840F21 to fuck you

ENTER!

53F03A; eager for 840F21 to fuck you

ENTER!

Britney stopped stepping back and then pulled off her blouse. “Oh, god, you have to get me ready for Mr. Michaels to fuck me, Vivian!”

“I know, “Vivian said and started unzipping her girlfriend’s jeans. “These are in the way.”

“Right?” Britney asked, reaching behind her to unhook her light-blue bra. In a moment, her small breasts came into view. They were perky and jiggling. I smiled in delight at that. “I can’t believe I want Mr. Michaels to take my cherry.”

“It’ll be great,” Vivian said. “I know he’s a guy, but his dick is amazing.”

“I guess,” Britney said. She smiled at me. “I am eager, it’s just...”

“You like girls?”

“I love girls,” she moaned.

“Like June.”

“I would love to suck on June’s titties and eat her pussy out!” Britney moaned as Vivian drew down her girlfriend’s jeans.

I smiled at that.

Vivian sank to her knees before her girlfriend. Britney had on a pair of matching panties. I stroked my dick in delight. I couldn’t wait for June and Britney to take their relationship to a whole new level.

My daughter would love it. She was like her mother: loving pussy, too.

Vivian yanked down her girlfriend’s panties, exposing the sparse bush of light-brown down covering the fourteen-year-old cutie’s pussy. I licked my lips as Britney stepped out of them. Then she sat down on the edge of a desk, her legs spreading wide.

“Hurry, hurry, get me ready for Mr. Michaels cock!” moaned the naughty girl, her breasts quivering.

“I’ll take care of you,” Vivian said, pushing up her glasses. “Don’t I always make you cum?”

She glanced at me, blushing.

“Does she?” I asked.

“Yes, Mr. Michaels. Always.”

I smiled, my dick throbbing. I fell to my knees behind Vivian. She nuzzled her head between her lover’s legs and buried into that underage twat. I reached around Vivian’s waist to unsnap her pants. I yanked down her jeans, pulling them off her rump. Her panties were clinging to her rump, the crotch stained with the cum I’d dumped in her earlier.

I smiled and hauled those off next, her black bush matted and sticky with the jizz that had leaked out of her from her reward. Britney moaned. She grabbed the front of the desk and leaned back, her little titties jiggling. Pleasure crossed her cute face as Vivian clearly lapped at her twat.