The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Family Needs

Part 2

Dr Bates scowled at her client over her notepad. At the beginning of the interview she had made a genuine attempt to make notes and take this session seriously. But after the first five or so minutes she had abandoned that idea.

‘Is that really necessary?’ she asked him, irritation oozing from her normally professional voice. Dennis Leighton shrugged.

‘I wasn’t sure it was either,’ he explained, ‘but Angie seemed to really like the idea so I figured it would be worth trying out. Famous last words, eh?’ Dr Bates shook her head.

‘No,’ she corrected him,’ that isn’t what I meant. We are here to talk about your stepsister, right? I don’t think we need to go into so much detail about the antics you’ve been getting up to with your girlfriend.’ He chuckled, waggling his finger at her.

‘Too much information, doctor? Sorry, but there is a point to it, I assure you!’ Dr Bates stared at the young man’s finger. She had already noticed that he had a strange habit of waving his index finger in the air as he spoke, it was distracting and irritating. Briefly she toyed with the idea of cancelling the session and throwing him out. He was the last appointment today, so she could finish up earlier if she did that. But then she’d need to refund him for the session, and there was always the chance that he would make a complaint. She checked the clock on the wall. Only twenty minutes had passed so she had forty more to go before the session was due to finish. She sighed and leaned back in her chair. A pleasant smell played across her nose. Someone had lit one of her scented candles before the session had started. She usually used the scent to help calm her clients down, but today she was the one who needed it. She took a few deep breaths, allowing her irritation to flow out of her, and then she once again looked over at him.

‘Very well,’ she continued, ‘you were talking about using hypnosis on Freya?’ Dennis nodded:

‘Yeah it’s spelt with a silent ‘j’. Freyja, she’s named after the Norse goddess of love and fertility.’ Dr Bates raised an eyebrow:

‘That seems oddly appropriate considering our current conversation,’ she commented dryly.’ He grinned by way of response.

‘Well she’s well named, I’ll confess to that! Her mother must have been pretty confident in her own genetics. Then again, she’s got a good reason to be…’ Dr Bates tapped her pen against her leg.

‘They might not be related to you by blood,’ she chided, ‘but they are still your family, you know?’ Dennis frowned.

‘Yeah, I never thought about either of them like that until very recently. I guess that means I’ve changed as well. Maybe I hypnotised myself without even knowing?’

‘Surely you realise,’ she attempted to explain, ‘that hypnosis doesn’t actually work like that, right?’ He met her sceptical gaze and held it, his face oddly serious.

‘Hypnosis can’t be used to make someone do something they wouldn’t want to, yes? But is that true? And even if it is true, can we as humans even reliably say what we will or won’t do? I don’t think we always know ourselves as well as we think we do.’ The therapist regarded her client with a dubious expression on her face. She wasn’t entirely convinced that a twenty four year old swimming instructor was the best person to give expert advice on the innermost workings of the human mind. But never mind that, all she needed to do was to listen to him for a short while longer. Feeling her remaining irritation melting away she gestured for him to continue his story. He glanced up at the ceiling, finger waving in the air and resumed where he left off…

The next Saturday was deemed a necessary sacrifice to prepare for their new guest’s imminent arrival. Fortunately Dennis and Angie lived only in a three room flat so it was easy to keep clean. At the same time Dennis was the sort of person who liked to be doing something. Very rarely would he be satisfied spending his weekends lounging around watching television or sleeping in. Besides he was rarely allowed to do such things with Angie around. Like him she liked to be active, though her choice of activity usually differed from his. She enjoyed keeping fit and exercising, just like he did, but she always felt the need to do her exercises in front of him, in her tight fitting leotard that was just that little bit too small for her. Her intentions were obvious and distracting, particularly when he was trying to do his own work out. He was fairly confident that one particular part of his anatomy didn’t require any more exercise despite his girlfriend’s best efforts.

Unfortunately Angie had never been very useful when it came to cleaning and tidying. She had always loathed housework and it was one of the few things Dennis saw her complain about. Quite often she’d attempt to stall him, distract him or come up with some excuse that would keep her busy while he did all the work. He didn’t actually mind that, it was perhaps the only time his otherwise submissive and willing girlfriend would take a stand. Or at least until she started suggesting that if he wanted her to do work around the house then he should just put her in a trance first. At first having a mindless slave to do all the chores for him sounded like an excellent idea. Unless of course you actually care about that person, in which case it became an entirely different matter.

While in trance, Angie would obey basic instructions but she would do so in the same way a robot would, without any self-awareness at all. As such she wouldn’t even notice if she hurt herself or placed herself in danger. Dennis had ruled out any work in the kitchen, where there was a danger she would cut or burn herself without even noticing. In addition before he was prepared to order Angie around he would sweep the entire flat, making sure there was nothing she could trip over or step on that could injure her. In short he put so much effort into keeping the place safe for his girlfriend he had pretty much finished cleaning it already!

Still, there were some things he didn’t mind letting Angie do. She at least knew her way around the small flat while in trance and he had programmed her to be able to open doors rather than simply walk into them. As such he could put her in charge of the laundry and the dry cleaning and could instruct her to put things away in draws or wardrobes. Only after he had swept and vacuumed the floors, of course. Occasionally he would get her to clean the windows or do other small tasks that he considered safe. Mostly, however, he used her to hold things for him while he did most of the work or simply had her sit out of the way while he got on with everything. While this was going on he would always envy Angie for being able to escape all of the more unpleasant parts of life simply by staring at his finger for a few minutes, or through the use of her trigger phrase. As the so called ‘dominant’ half in their relationship, Dennis had to put a lot of time and effort into keeping the surrounding environment clean and safe, while Angie could simply surrender her responsibilities and bask in the enjoyment that came with submitting to him. Then again, she could always make it up to him in other ways.

Once he was satisfied that the flat was clean and tidy Dennis retreated to the kitchen for a drink. He would usually settle down on the sofa to relax but their sofa was actually a sofa bed and he had just spent a good amount of time making it up for Freyja when she arrived tomorrow. Instead he retired to his own room and sat down on their shared bed. It was only then that he turned to his entranced girlfriend. Angie had followed him automatically into the room and was now standing just in front of the doorway, at attention and awaiting his next instructions with the same blank and vacant expression that had been on her face for the last few hours.

He had experimented with leaving her in trance and was fairly confident that she’d continue to stay like this as long as he wanted, or at least as long as nothing urgent came up. He always made sure she ate, drank and relieved herself if he left her in this state for a prolonged period of time. He had also made sure to give her detailed instructions to snap out of trance in the case of numerous emergencies or important situations. In fact, when he had first started hypnotising Angie regularly he had spent a considerable amount of time programming her and instructing her how to respond to every situation he could think of and still continued to add instructions about problems as they occurred to him. As such he was fairly confident that he could leave her like this for hours at a time, though he would never leave her on her own when she was like this.

‘Angie,’ he said to her now, ‘take your clothes off.’ This, of course was the one job that he could give Angie that she was enthusiastic about. Woodenly and without expression his girlfriend began to strip. When she was awake she would sometimes make a game out of it, conducting herself in the way she thought a stripper would behave. Dennis always found it rather amusing, particularly the first time she had tried to do this, as she clearly had no idea exactly what she was supposed to do. After then she had likely done some research and had gotten better at it, but usually she was too impatient to feel him inside her and would shed her clothes as though they were on fire. Right now, of course she was shrugging off her clothes mechanically, without any indication she was even aware she was doing it, which was also hot in its own way. It was as though he had two different girlfriends and he loved both of them.

His thoughts were interrupted when Angie’s perky little breasts popped into view. Angie had always been unhappy about her small breasts but Dennis had always found them adorable. Of course, whenever he told her that she would adopt that pouty face and say that it was against her style. She was always trying to be sexy rather than cute and he always found this contradiction delightful. She didn’t seem to understand that small breasts could turn a man on as well. They certainly turned him on; the tent in his pants was evidence of that.

‘Come over here now,’ he told her. Now fully naked, Angie moved over to stand in front of him. He could already see her cute little nipples starting to harden. Even while in trance Angie was a horny little slut. He reached out and rubbed her breasts with both hands. They weren’t quite big enough to fit in the palms of his hand, which he knew upset her. This was why he usually waited until she was in trance before he played with them. He massaged them a little bit, they may be small but they were still soft and sensitive. In particular he loved her perky little nipples and now that they were standing at attention he played with them as well. Trapping them between his fingers he pulled on them, softly at first and then slowly started to get rougher. All the while he watched her expression, watching the arousal starting to flash behind her vacant stare. She hadn’t moved an inch since he began to torment her breasts, continuing to stand at attention while he had his way with her. Still, he had noticed a flush starting to creep across her face, evidence of her own arousal.

‘Blowjob time, Angelica,’ he commanded. This was one of her trigger phrases, something he had programmed her with and reinforced over all their years together. The trick was the use of her real first name, as opposed to her normal nickname.

‘Yes, Master,’ she replied, woodenly, ‘allow your slutty little girlfriend to feast on your mighty cock.’ She knelt down and fiddled with his jeans and a short moment later Dennis’ pants and trousers were round his legs and his rock hard member was on full display. As per usual Dennis allowed himself to relax and enjoy her attention on his manhood. No matter how many times his girlfriend had gone down on him he had never gotten tired of it and neither had she. In fact they often joked that Angie enjoyed sucking on his dick more than he did. It was a regular occurrence for Dennis to be woken in the morning to the sounds and sensations of her eagerly devouring his morning wood. Then again, it could be argued that he never did have morning wood, as he was sure Angie would enjoy her ‘breakfast’ regardless of his own state of readiness. Still, there was always something about the way she serviced him while in trance that got him so hard and so excited. While she was awake Angie was eager, desperate even, sucking on his meat as though worried that it would be suddenly taken away from her. She knew his most sensitive points far too well and he rarely lasted longer than ten minutes before he spent his load in her eager mouth.

However, while in trance she was completely different. Without her own lust and eagerness to get in her way Angie serviced his rod slowly and carefully. He felt her cupping his balls with one hand while teasing the tip with the other. Then, ever so slowly, she started to move her dexterous fingers up and down his shaft. Next she stretched out her tongue and started to tease his head, lightly coating his most sensitive parts with her saliva. The sensation was torturous, but also amazing as the pleasure slowly started to build between his legs. He felt her tongue tease his hole, lapping up his precum as it started to emerge and then suddenly he felt her mouth close on the tip, sucking lightly on it. Dennis resisted the urge to grab her head and thrust himself fully into the warm depths of her throat. He was familiar enough with Angie’s ministrations to know that he was better to leave it to her. Normally he would allow her to continue in this matter, tormenting him slowly and bringing him to the edge before slowing down and letting his arousal die down slightly before bringing him back to the edge again. Sometimes she could keep him on edge for over half an hour and eventually he had to order her to allow him to finish. Today though, he wanted something else.

‘Rubber time, Angelica,’ he instructed her. Immediately Angie halted in her service to his cock and straightened up, seeming to stare past his shoulder.

‘Yes, Master,’ she replied, her blank voice now tinged with her arousal, ‘your sexy servant will happily sheathe your sword for you.’ Her responses to his triggers were also part of her programming. It always gave him a rush when she uttered the words he had put in her head, particularly with that deliciously blank and emotionless voice. It reinforced the feeling that she wasn’t even aware of the words spilling from her own lips. Of course she was perfectly willing to talk dirty to him when she was awake, but this was appealing in a different way. His cock throbbed angrily as Angie turned away from him, moving towards their bedside desk and opening up the top draw. She pulled out a box of condoms and retrieved a single one, putting the rest back where she found it. It was an important part of her programming for her to put the box back, otherwise she might not be able to find it next time. Eagerly he watched her pop the latex into her mouth and then expertly manipulate it inside her mouth until it was in position. Then she moved back over to him and resumed her previous position.

Dennis couldn’t help but grin. He had seen this particular technique while conducting ‘research’ on the internet. He couldn’t even remember where he had seen it, but it had fascinated him. He had spent a lot of time teaching and training an entranced and mindless Angie how to perform the technique, while keeping it a secret from her while she was awake. One day, when he was especially bored he would show it to her while she was awake and see if she could pull it off while conscious. He was looking forward to seeing the expression on her face. For now though he could enjoy seeing no expression on her face as she once again took his shaft in her hand. His erection hadn’t diminished at all since she stopped playing with it so she didn’t need to work on it before she glided her mouth over his head and then further down burying his sword up to the hilt in her warm, wet depths. He felt the pressure as she used her mouth and tongue to push the condom onto his penis and then withdrew her mouth, giving it a tug with her fingers to make sure it was firmly in place.

The first couple of times he’d had her do that he hadn’t even lasted until she finished, shooting his load into the squishy container before she’d even finished applying it. Of course that hadn’t stopped her from completing her task and he’d been forced to endure the rather odd and uncomfortable feeling of having a full condom wrapped around his rapidly deflating member. Fortunately he had learnt to restrain himself at that moment to avoid further embarrassment. With his rubber now firmly and securely in place he pulled his legs out of his discarded clothes and swung himself onto the bed.

‘Okay, Angie,’ he said to her, ‘I’m still tired from all that cleaning so you’ll have to do all the work now. Get up here and ride me.’

‘Yes Master,’ she responded, ‘feel free to use this lazy bitch as much as you want.’ He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her as she climbed up onto the bed. He was fairly certain that her response hadn’t been programmed. That was actually Angie speaking just then, probably some part of her subconscious, guilty over her reluctance to do the housework. It was always fascinating to hear or see those faint traces of her deeper personality, the parts of her mind that not even she was aware of.

He likely would have lingered on these thoughts for longer but at that moment he was distracted by the sudden incredible sensation grabbing hold of his cock. He had forgotten to give Angie any more specific instructions and so she had simply sat down on his rod, burying his rock hard shaft inside her all the way down to his balls. Immediately her wet pussy gripped onto his cock tightly sending pleasure shooting through his body. Years of experience and training allowed his girlfriend to accept his full length easily and her programming allowed her to always be wet and ready for him. Not of course that Angie needed her programming, she could get wet enough with just a bit of foreplay. When he had less sexual fortitude he had really needed to battle against his desire to shoot his load immediately after entering her, rubber or no. Nowadays, of course, he could last longer, but after already having her suck on him he was already locked and loaded. Still it would be a waste to finish too soon.

Unaware of her boyfriend’s struggles, Angie continued to follow out her instructions, rocking her body to stimulate his cock and starting to move her hips up and down. Her movements were slow and precise, allowing her insides to grip and rub him in all the right places. Once again she was entirely concerned with pleasuring him, her own satisfaction wasn’t important. Regardless, the pleasure shooting up from her movements was still affecting her. At some point her mouth had opened and her face was starting to flush as she continued to stare vacantly at the wall. Still, it didn’t seem fair to leave her like this.

‘Angie,’ he grunted struggling desperately, ‘I want you to start feeling the pleasure building inside you. Feel it as it grows stronger and stronger and then, when I cum I want you to as well. At the same time I want you to wake up and feel your climax shooting through your entire body.’ Angie responded to his words by allowing a small moan to escape from her parted lips. Even though her eyes were still for the most part blank and lifeless, Dennis could see the lust and the pleasure starting to build up inside her. He started to rock his own hips in time with hers, thrusting himself deeper inside her so as to hit her more sensitive areas. His results led to even more wetness inside her that he could feel even through the condom. He could also feel her juices leaking out of her onto his thighs and abdomen. For a few more moments he continued to struggle against his desire for release while he listened to his girlfriend’s moans growing louder. Clearly the pleasure building in her body was rapidly climbing to a level rivalling his.

Finally, when he reached a point when he couldn’t contain it any longer he called out her name as he fired his cannon. Immediately Angie’s eyes blinked into awareness as her own orgasm ripped into her own body. Throwing her head back she cried out as her orgasm shot up her body from pussy and blasted out of her mouth. Even more juices spurted out of her, drenching Dennis’ lower body and seeping onto his sheets. Dennis thrust his hips forwards as he continued to shoot his own load, and he felt the condom bulge as it received his seed. As per usual, Angie’s orgasm lasted longer than his did and she continued to gyrate against him as she was hit by a second wave and then a third. Then, finally she collapsed on top of him. Dennis let out a sigh, wrapping his arms around her and enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his. He relished the sensation of her breasts squished against his chest and the slight vibrations every time she breathed in and out. This feeling was also enjoyable, though in a different way.

He wasn’t sure how long the two of them lay there, he simply enjoyed her warmth and her body clutched in his. Then she stirred, moving her head up so she could speak into his ear.

‘So,’ she purred, ‘you want to go again, maybe while I’m awake this time?’ Dennis chuckled.

‘We’d best not,’ he replied, ‘I did just spend all afternoon cleaning, after all.’ She giggled.

‘I guess that means I wasn’t very helpful?’ she asked, teasingly. He tilted his head towards hers and she pressed her lips against his. For a moment her tongue played with his, and then she pulled back and allowed him to answer.

‘You were very helpful,’ he told her. She smiled and kissed him again.

‘Liar, she chided, ‘now then, if you aren’t going to screw me again do you mind getting out of me?’

The next day the pair was waiting for their new guest to arrive. Dennis couldn’t help but feel nervous. He’d cleaned and tidied to the best of his ability, made sure the fridge and cupboards were fully stocked and checked the toiletries in the bathroom. Angie had actually bothered to do something with her hair, even if it was just a ponytail. He’d even slipped the landlord a handful of notes to encourage him to overlook the presence of a third person in his flat. Still it had been a while since he had seen his stepsister. Even in that short span of time when he had shared a house with Freyja he hadn’t really spoken that much to her. He’d been busy with his studies and his girlfriend. Now that he was thinking about it that was also the time his dog was ill. So yeah, lots of stuff was going on. Now he felt guilty, he may have been busy but he still should have made time for her. She was surely struggling with this situation just like he had. The two of them could have bonded over their mutual problems. At least he could have been there for her if she needed him. If he had done that then today he might have some sort of family.

‘Let’s say I believe in this nutty plan of yours,’ he offered, as a way to escape from his own depressing thoughts, ‘how are we going to convince Freyja to allow me to hypnotise her?’ Angie was sitting opposite him, rubbing against his foot with hers.

‘Well I wouldn’t lead with that,’ she teased, ‘why don’t we just sit down and talk first. Then we can see where things go from there?’ Dennis nodded. It seemed reasonable. Angie had always been the brainy one. Not that Dennis was stupid; his grades had been decent, if not great. But she had always preferred spending her time studying and reading rather than spending it outside. He had always been the one to drag her outside. Now that he thought about it he was always the one dragging her around, even when they were small children. Was that why she was so comfortable with him telling her what to do now?

‘I assume you’ll be there as well?’ he asked her. She giggled.

‘Of course,’ she replied, ‘I have to make sure you don’t take advantage of your hypnotised step sister!’ He frowned.

‘What? Don’t be stupid!’ he chided, ‘even if that was something I could do, which I doubt, why would I want to take advantage of her? Firstly she’s family, even if we aren’t related by blood. Secondly, it takes me everything I’ve got just to keep up with you! Why would I need anyone else?’ She continued to rub her foot against his.

‘Oh, is that a complaint I heard just then?’ she retorted, cheerfully, ‘even though you’re the one who does all sorts of naughty things to me while I’m helpless and at your mercy? That doesn’t sound like someone who is struggling to keep up!’ Dennis was saved from having to come up with a witty response by a knock at the door. He jumped to his feet immediately and hurried towards the door. Then he paused and shook his head, trying to calm himself down. What was he doing? He was acting like some virgin teenager waiting for his first crush to arrive! He took a few breaths and tried to ignore his girlfriend’s giggles. Then he opened the door.

‘Welcome,’ he began, ‘please make yourself at home.’ Freyja swept into the room before he even finished speaking. Her piercing blue eyes swept past him, over Angie and across the room. Then she dumped her suitcase onto the sofa bed and turned around.

‘Look after that for me,’ she said, and then she turned around and started to head back out the way she came. Dennis gaped at her.

‘Wait a second,’ he managed to say, ‘I thought you were going to be staying here with us!’ His stepsister regarded him in the same way he imagined she looked at the dirt that accumulates under her fingernails.

‘What?’ she retorted, ‘don’t be stupid! That was mum’s plan. I’ll be staying at a friend’s house most of the time. I might be back later in the week. If mum calls tell her I’m staying with you and everything’s alright, kay? Thanks.’ And then she was gone, leaving Dennis to gape stupidly at the open doorway…