The Girls
Copyright© 2012 by Pan
Chapter 1: Gemma: Arsing About
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 1: Gemma: Arsing About - An ancient mind-controller subtly alters a number of schoolgirls to be sluts, each with their own specific fetish...each girl talks herself into performing depraved acts as if they're perfectly logical, whether it's sex with family members, sucking off a dog, or posting naked photos of themselves all over the school...
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Brother Sister First Oral Sex Masturbation Bestiality Exhibitionism Teacher/Student School Prostitution
Gemma left the counsellor's office, with a note excusing her for being late to class. A wiser student might have realised that in this note there was an excuse to dilly-dally, that under its protection, lateness would have no negative ramifications.
Gemma, however, didn't realise any of this.
It wasn't that Gemma was stupid, exactly. She just liked to focus her attention elsewhere - on hair, clothes, boys. Particularly boys. Gemma didn't consider herself to be gorgeous, regardless of what the rest of the world seemed to think.
Her rather nice face was always buried in makeup, her lovely long legs were more often than not covered with stockings. She alternated between thinking that her breasts were too large and too small, and either way, she thought that they were oddly shaped, and covered them up with thick sweaters, and restrictive bras.
But even Gemma was aware that she had a truly great arse.
It was this thought that had suddenly struck her, as she scurried towards her classroom. She had happened to glance through a window, and notice a female student bending over to pick up a pen.
Without realising, Gemma's pace slowed, and eventually stopped, as she stood, staring at the bottom which presented itself to her. Her head cocked to the side, and she started to rate various elements of the arse.
"Yes," she thought, "it's pert. Definitely pert. Good size, too, maybe a bit hefty. Is mine pert? Oh dear, I hope that I'm smaller than that one. My arse is really all that I've got going for me."
Gemma twisted her head around, and tried to check herself out. She was wearing a plaid miniskirt, with thick black leggings. She loved miniskirts, but was too embarrassed to show her legs in public.
It was impossible to see anything from this angle. The girl's toilets were only a few metres away, and they were sure to have a mirror - Gemma gave one last, lingering look at the behind of the girl in the classroom, and nipped into the toilets.
They were unoccupied, and she tried to position herself so that she could see her own arse in the tiny mirror that hung over the sink. It was tricky, but at last, if she stood on the toilet seat and craned her neck around, she had a pretty good angle.
"Nice," she mentally commentated. "Although it's a bit hard to see, under all those layers."
Gemma blinked twice, as a thought occurred to her. She liked to take a while letting ideas settle into her head, make sure that she was covering all the angles, not rushing into anything. She admired her arse for a few minutes longer, milling the idea over in her head, then she came to a decision.
It was the girl's toilet, no one was likely to come in without knocking. If she took her knickers and her leggings off, and flipped her skirt up, she'd have an unfettered view. She'd be able to see her arse quite clearly, without having to wait the 6 or 7 hours until she had the opportunity to check herself out at home.
Slowly, Gemma peeled her leggings off, surprised by how much she was enjoying watch her legs come into view. Her legs, she realised, weren't as bad as she'd always thought. She felt like she was seeing them impassionately for the first time; objectively, instead of with the subjective viewpoint she normally held.
