Mind Control Stories

Little, who is he calling little, there's nothing little about me, my boobs, my pride and joy are 34D. Then I heard myself reply.
"My name's Wendy," I said.
"Hello Wendy," said the younger guy, his eyes on my bust. There's nothing unusual about guys looking at my bust, they have been doing it every since they got past a B cup.

Realizing that his wife is cheating on him with her own son and that his son is using some kind of drug to turn his mother into his sex slave, he wants her back.

"I'm not a mind reader," those were the words my mother said to me on my fourth birthday when I didn't get those toy solders I wanted.
Up to then I thought everybody could read minds, no one talked about it but then you don't say I can see or hear either; It was a very confusing time for me.

Have you ever wondered what goes on in your local adult book store when nobody is watching over the toys?

The BDSM Story in Purple