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Honing the Talent

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Chapter 8: The Morning After the Gail

Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Morning After the Gail - Tom Carter, who discovered after an accident in high school that he now had the ability to influence people, heads off to college, still trying to understand his new skills.

Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mind Control   Heterosexual   Fiction   DomSub   Humiliation   Light Bond   Spanking   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Analingus   Double Penetration   Facial   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking  

I awoke when I felt some movement. I opened an eye, and she was on the edge of the bed, facing away from me, stretching. I could see a little side boob. It was one of the most erotic images I’ve ever seen.

She stood up and picked up a robe I hadn’t noticed, and went out into the hall, closing the door behind her. I heard a toilet flush, then what I thought was a refrigerator door opening and closing.

She came back in, dropped the robe on a chair, and snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her again.

“Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Half awake. You really wore me out, Gail.”

“I wore you out? Jesus, Carter, I mean I must’ve cum like fifteen times. They weren’t all big ones, but they were all wonderful. That was fucking amazing. Or maybe it’s amazing fucking. I haven’t decided yet. How do you do that? I mean, you seem to know exactly what I need to get me off. How do you know?”

This again. This here was the downside of being able to trigger all these sensations and get women to cum when I linkcast something their way. They all want to understand it, like maybe they’ve been doing something wrong all this time and have to figure it out. They need to know.

The first time this happened in high school, I was still trying to puzzle this stuff out, how to send these images and trigger orgasms, trying to understand the possibilities and the limitations. I hadn’t realized that most guys don’t usually give women orgasms, or maybe one at most. So when a woman has five or six of them, they’re stunned. They want to know, maybe so they can teach their next boyfriend how to do it.

The first time a woman sprung that question on me, I had to think fast. And luckily I came up with a story that was believable. I told her that because I liked people and liked doing nice things for friends and family (I do, in fact), I had learned from an early age how to read body language and the other subtle signals that we all give off, and respond to them accordingly.

So when we were making love, I was watching, listening, to see how she responded to what I was doing, her words, her breathing, the look on her face, the way she moved her body, and so on. If it was positive, I’d do more of it. If it was negative, I’d try something else.

And amazingly, they bought it, because all the best lies have an element of truth in them. In fact, their boyfriends probably could figure out how to be better lovers from learning to watch the reactions of their partners. They wouldn’t be able to send an orgasm directive, but still they could probably get their girlfriends off more frequently.

So that’s what I told Gail. And she listened carefully, asking a couple of questions, then shook her head.

“You must be some kind of boy genius, ‘cause I’ve never heard of anyone who could do that. I mean, granted, most of our boyfriends are dolts, knuckle-draggers barely able to construct a proper sentence, but you’d think, y’know, trial and error, lots of repetition, they’d eventually figure out some of those tricks. But you’re the only one I’ve found. I’m not complaining, you understand.”

“Imagine my relief.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, then snuggled closer.

“I wish I could tell you how I feel now. Sorta like I’d just come out of an all-day session at a spa, mud-bath, sauna, fancy lunch, and one-hour Swedish massage with margaritas. My whole body is glowing, and I feel so good.”

“That’s what I was hoping would happen. I said before that I really liked watching you get off, it gives me a rush. And it was wonderful seeing it happen to you, you have such an open face it’s like I can see these feelings playing on it like a screen in a movie theater. And, Jesus, when I finally did cum, I came so hard that I may have passed out for a moment. It was spectacular. And draining.

“And, by the way, the best part was watching you cum with me. I was trying to understand what you were feeling, but I was distracted by my own orgasm.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure how to describe it, because there was so much going on. It was like a hundred tiny orgasms all connected together in something larger. Sorry, that’s pretty vague. But it was amazing! Be nice to have another like that before I die.”

“You’ve got a lot of time to work on it.”

“Listen, do you have to get back?”

“No, not really. I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow, but not till later.”

“You wanna stay? I’m still pretty worn out, but maybe after we get some rest we could try again. Y’know, just to see if it was a fluke or something.”

“So, like scientific method, experimentation, like that?”

“Exactly! You took the words right out of my mouth. A science experiment!”

“It would be an act of anti-intellectualism to reject the scientific method.”

“Good. We’re on the same page, then. Okay, let’s sleep for a bit and see what happens.”

“Is our experiment going to wake up your roommates?”

“Well, like I said, Tim is probably at his boyfriend’s, and Carol, my other roommate, well, I don’t know. She didn’t tell me her plans. But I’ve heard her fucking her boyfriend, so she can put up with a little noise if she comes back.”

I nodded and closed my eyes, then felt her kiss my chest, pull a sheet over us, and put a hand on my waist.

I don’t know how long we slept, since I hadn’t looked at the clock before I closed my eyes, but it was probably two or three hours. At any rate I felt a bit more refreshed when I awoke. Gail was still asleep, and I started thinking about science experiments, since she’d brought it up. I lifted the sheet and looked down at Mr. Stiffy, who was decidedly not stiff.

If that was going to be of any use, it’d better get back in shape PDQ. I had, several years ago, figured out how to get into my own head and find some of the “controls” that governed the senses. So I could, with some awkwardness, tweak my hearing higher, improve my sight temporarily, and so on. I could also, by manipulating the blood vessels leading to the penis, cause an erection, even if I had cum recently. Not immediately, it would take fifteen minutes or so, I don’t know why yet.

So while she was still asleep I sent that request to the erectile gods and waited for results. In the meantime, I looked around the room. Lots of books and prints, I’d seen that when I came in, and there were some family photos on a shelf. It looked like maybe her and her parents. Her mother, if that’s who it was, was also short, so that’s where the gene came from. There was another picture with the parents and a guy. There seemed to be a similar facial structure, so maybe a brother.

There was one of her in -- is that a prom dress? -- a prom dress with some dorky-looking guy in a too-big tux looking like he’d just won the lottery.

In the corner, under a discarded painter’s smock, was a guitar case, and next to it a milk crate holding some LPs and a few CDs. The half-open closet looked overfull.

I stopped looking around because Gail was starting to move next to me. I watched her wake up. I thought, if she were taller, she’d be movie-star good looking. I mean, she was gorgeous but Hollywood almost always preferred tall or “normal” sized women. A career lost. She’d just have to make it in the art world.

She opened her eyes and smiled, perhaps relieved to find that I hadn’t, in fact, skulked out while she was sleeping. And miss the opportunity to fuck her again? Fat chance.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

“Yeah, actually, much better. Rest does help.”

“It does. Don’t go anywhere, be right back.”

She got up and put on her robe again, then left. I heard the same sequence of sounds again, toilet flushing, refrigerator door opening and closing, then she was back, this time carrying a bowl with grapes.

“I got the munchies. All we have is grapes.”

“I’ll have a grape if I can eat it out of your navel.”

“Ooo, you kinky man.”

“You want kinky? Do you have any bananas?”

She actually blushed, but what she said was, “Sorry, fresh out.”

“Another time.” I took a grape and popped it in my mouth. She lay back against a pillow and dropped a couple of grapes in her mouth.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“Wondering what it might feel like to lick champagne off your body.”

She laughed out loud. “That’s either kinky or very old-fashioned, like drinking champagne from a woman’s shoe.”

“I’d go with kinky. I think the taste of champagne along with the taste of your body would be incredibly erotic.”

She giggled again, trying to imagine the scenario. I took a single grape out of the bowl, reached over and dropped it in her belly button. Her torso jumped a little, because the grapes were still cold from the refrigerator. She looked at me, then I leaned in and ran my tongue around the skin surrounding the grape and I heard her suck in her breath. I continued flicking my tongue, then closed my lips around the grape and sucked it into my mouth. I looked at her as I chewed it, trying to gauge her reaction.

In her epicenter she was feeling both startled and aroused. No one had done that before and it was surprisingly erotic, especially with the tongue. I took another grape and placed it carefully in her navel. I could see her torso tensing, waiting for the tongue. Watching her, I leaned in again and licked around the grape, trying not to dislodge it. Her eyes were half-closed now, and I pulled the grape into my mouth and licked her navel. I looked up at her and chewed the grape. She was breathing a little faster now.

I selected a third grape and put it in my mouth. I brought my head close to hers and kissed her. With my tongue, I moved the grape behind my front teeth, then used my tongue to push it into her mouth. She moaned. I pulled away, just a few inches, and watched her. She finally bit the grape and chewed it. Her breath was becoming a little shallow.

“Grapes are surprisingly sensual, don’t you think?” I asked.

She nodded as she chewed slowly.

“I used to think that those pretentious foreign movies that always had a scene where the guy is eating food off a woman’s body were over the top. Now I’m reconsidering my beliefs. I think it would be highly arousing to nibble food off you. Like whipped cream. Or chocolate. Or honey.”

She was wrapped up in the imagery now, visualizing it, so all she could do was nod. It might be fun, but laundry day would be a bitch. Those kinds of kinks were only for people who had servants who did the laundry.

I didn’t have any of those things, but I could pretend, so I pretended I’d poured honey all over her boobs and was trying to clean it off. This was the type of housework I could get excited about.

When I’d cleaned both breasts as well as I was able, I moved down her body with my tongue, licking slowly. The closer I got to her pussy, the more I could feel her tensing. I noticed that Mr. Stiffy was starting to look a bit more like its namesake.

I paused my journey at her navel and spent a little extra time there because I’d found that I liked licking her navel. Very erotic. But in due course I again headed southward and I heard her start to whimper. She knew where I was going.

I made the trip very slowly, because I wanted her to anticipate. She should still have the Rowboat baseline active, so her skin would be sensitized. To that I added Silk, an image that gave her the feeling of silk brushing across her skin, and each touch of my fingers or lips would give her a gentle thrill.

So by the time I reached the triangle of hair on her pubis, she was breathing shallowly, and sounded like she was sub-vocalizing, unintelligible words.

I kissed her pudendum, up and down as far as I could go, then licked it and she gasped. “Oh, Christ, Carter, it’s like it’s vibrating, it’s so sensitive.”

I brought my thumbs to either side and pulled the lips apart, exposing the pink interior. She put her hands on the back of my head to make sure I wouldn’t escape.

I pushed my tongue in and licked and she cried, “Oh, God, YES!” I wasn’t anywhere near her clit, so if she was responding like that she must be very sensitive. I kissed my way higher until I got very close. When I was almost there, she stopped breathing, waiting for it. But no tongue yet, just lips. I put my lips on her clit and pulled.

“Oh, FUCK, Carter, oh, yes, like that!” I linkcast her the Mineral Spring image and she gave a long moan and seemed to collapse into the bed, whispering, “Oh, Jesus, ohmigod.”

I kept that up a while longer. That particular image didn’t seem to sensitize the clit. I presumed that had to do with the intensity and type of the orgasm, but I didn’t have enough knowledge about it yet to know for sure. So I kept nibbling with my lips, avoiding the tongue, sometimes pulling the clit and letting it snap back, sometimes just brushing it.

I looked into her epicenter once again, wanting to understand where she was in the process, and found almost total relaxation, more than that, a kind of blissful state where the only thing that mattered was her sensations and how they might enhance this state. It was a kind of happiness, I thought, and I envied it. I wondered if I could induce it in myself.

So I continued, and every couple of minutes I would send her another Mineral Spring, or sometimes a Summer Breeze for variety. I looked up at her and was taken aback. She looked like she had achieved a kind of nirvana, a woman so completely happy and at peace that you would be ashamed to disturb her.

But I thought she wouldn’t mind. I wasn’t sure how much energy either of us had left, so a couple of orgasms on top of this wouldn’t be amiss. I realized that I was choosing the type of orgasm almost as much for my voyeuristic pleasure as for her physical pleasure. I wanted to see what she’d look like when I sent her the Geyser.

These metaphors are visual, and the idea of a geyser spouting is supposed to mimic an orgasm, or vice versa. For this one I selected not something like Old Faithful, but rather a thermal geyser which spouts low to the ground, sending water flooding through the area, then slowly receding. Not so much explosive as slow and powerful.

So now instead of lips I attacked with my tongue and that set her off. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me in tight. My tongue poking her clit, circling it, pushing it this way and that, and above me she was shouting and groaning until she finally pushed me off, forcefully. She put both hands over her pussy to protect it.

She was motionless for several minutes, and I just lay there watching her. She really did look quite angelic and blissful, not a bit of tension in her face or her body. I wished I had a camera to capture it.

Finally, with a cough, she was back. She opened her eyes and studied me. It was a bit unnerving.

“That was overwhelming, so powerful, a little frightening, even. It left me without care -- no, without the ability to care about anything except the feeling of my body. It was like my will had been removed and I was waiting for someone, God, maybe, to tell me when to move again.”

“I can’t tell from your description if that was a good thing or not.”

“I don’t know. I mean, it felt fucking wonderful, it just consumed me and left me helpless. But I felt powerless. I don’t know. I think it’s that I’ve never had one like that before, so I don’t know how to process it.”

“Maybe I overdid it. I’m sorry, I’d never want you to feel afraid or uncomfortable.”

“It had nothing to do with you, it’s me trying to understand how to catalog these feelings. They’re wonderful, and powerful, and make my body feel like it’s conducting electricity. It’s just that the ... depth of it is new to me and it was a bit scary because it was new.

“Carter, you’re a wizard. I feel great, really, I do. I’ll figure this out. Until I do, a few more like that would be good. Y’know, data collection. Science.”

“Now you’re putting me on the spot. I’ve got to top that?”

“Whatever you’re doing, it feels wonderful. So just keep doing that after I recover. In the meantime, maybe I could find something with which to occupy myself.”

She smirked at me and pushed me so I fell back on the bed. She swung her leg over me and kissed her way down my body, essentially duplicating what I’d done to her. Sure enough, when she reached my navel, she paused and played with it using her tongue. It felt great. She reached over to the bowl of grapes, which I’d forgotten about, and placed one in my navel, then ran her tongue around it. It was surprisingly arousing. I watched her as she opened her lips and sucked. The grape popped into her mouth and she chewed it while she smiled at me.

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