The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kristen left the bedroom, and I heard her tell Sherry to come into my bedroom.

Sherry entered the room quietly.

I smiled and asked, “Are you nervous?”

Sherry nodded. “Yes,” she answered in that same monotone.

The truth serum was still in effect.

“Truth serum off.”

Sherry blinked her eyes and looked very confused. “How did I get in here?”

Oh, shit! That was another side-effect of the tickets. Sherry was in the living room when I handed her the ticket, and she was now in the bedroom.

Quickly, I went to the drawer where I my tickets were stashed, pulled off a ticket and handed it to Sherry.

“Wha—” Sherry started before she received the ticket. “You have one wish.”

“My wish is that you will understand that I know all about Tim Hawking and his wishes, and that you accept that I know this without fear or embarrassment. You will also not try to figure out how this compulsion happened, and you won’t wonder about any time shifts that occur because of the tickets.”

“Your wish is my command.” Sherry blinked, and then said, “This is your bedroom.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Why are we here?”

“Sherry, you’ve been a very good friend to both Kristen and me. I understand your problem, and I want to help you with it. In return, I have a request of you.”

“A request?”

“Yes. I know that you’ve been interested in me for quite a while. You proved that to me in the past year. I love you as a friend, and I want you to remain my friend. If there’s anything that we would do that would make you think any less of me, I want you to tell me. OK?”

“What things?”

Instead of answering Sherry, I moved closer to her and kissed her.

A lot of thoughts ran through my head during that kiss.

Sherry was the probably the most difficult situation I ever had to deal with. She wasn’t a raving beauty, but she was still a good looking girl. She also seemed to have a fixation on me that nobody—with one exception—ever had on me.

Sherry recently told me that Lynette understood how she felt about me because Lynette felt the same way about Kristen. I would have to say that Lynette was exaggerating. I felt that Lynette’s attraction to Kristen was more to do with their personalities, and there was a reciprocity between them.

With Sherry, however, it was definitely a one-way thing. Her love for me was very much like a school-girl crush that she never grew out of. Sherry enjoyed listening to me when I played the piano, but I got the feeling that she didn’t love me because of that. In fact, Sherry never really told me what it is about me that attracts her.

If I never interacted with Kristen, it’s possible that I might never have found out about Sherry, and that’s a bit of a shame. Sherry is a perfectly wonderful person in her own right. However, when I talked about her with Patty, Patty pointed out some things that would make me think twice about having Sherry as my girlfriend.

First, Patty said that the kind of crush that Sherry has on me could be dangerous. Sherry never seemed to get to the stage of single-minded determination to have me, but Patty said that such a crush would make Sherry extremely possessive of me if I were to ever return her love. She’d be jealous as hell, and would watch me like a hawk anytime another girl was around. Of course, Kristen was originally like that, and she mellowed out quickly. However, Kristen never had a crush on me the way Sherry did.

Here I was, in my bedroom with Sherry. She had a compulsion to perform oral sex on me. Instead of being excited by the prospect, I felt guilty.

I always like to think of myself as a nice guy. It’s easy to blame assholes such as Tim Hawking who would take advantage of innocent girls like Sherry and force them to perform oral sex. Instead, I found that I was angry with myself. After all, I did the same thing with Patrice, Marla, and Kristen. The difference was that I was sorry that I fell into that trap, but the truth was that I didn’t know how Tim felt. For all I knew, he could be extremely sorry about the way he behaved with the cheerleaders, although I have some difficulty believing that.

Now, Tim inadvertently put Sherry onto a collision course with me. This was a situation I originally wanted to avoid, but thanks to those tickets, I now had to deal with it.

Sherry was indeed a wild card, and she was a wild card that I needed to deal with alone.

Sherry opened her eyes after we kissed. I could see her emotions burning in her eyes, and I wondered if I made a mistake in even kissing her.

“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Sherry asked.

I nodded. “It’s not that I don’t like you, Sherry...”

Sherry sighed.

Another ticket later, Sherry was intoning “You have one wish.”

I knew that I could not totally undo the effects of a ticket with another one, but I learned that it was possible to mitigate the effects.

“Sherry, I wish that your compulsion to suck me off is toned down and could be satisfied by...” I suddenly changed my mind. I was about to say chocolate covered peanuts, but realized that I would be equating Sherry’s problem with Kristen’s. Thinking quickly, I added, “By simply playing with yourself.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I saw Sherry’s eyes come back to life, and she squinted a bit.

“Something is different,” Sherry said, shaking her head.

“Oh?” I asked, pretending not to understand.

All of a sudden, Sherry reddened, and it was apparent to me that Sherry knew what changed. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, leaving Sherry alone in the bedroom.

In the bathroom, I found that I was hard. Talking about sex had that affect on me... I’m only human. In addition, I found that giving away a ticket also made me hard. I wondered if it had anything to do with what Camille told me a few months back at Lake Shore Point. Anyway, I tried to will my prick down, but it wasn’t any use. After a few moments, I simply washed my hands and left the bathroom.

I was shocked by what I saw. Sherry was on my bed, completely naked, with her right hand between her legs and her left hand rubbing one of her breasts.

Sherry saw me arrive, and instead of being embarrassed, she gave me a look of smoldering sexuality.

I watched Sherry, mesmerized by what she was doing.

It was my original intention that Sherry would be able to go home and relieve herself in privacy there. Instead, she was giving me a sexual show right in my own bedroom!

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice cracking from my surprise.

“I... I’m not sure, but the feeling came over me all of a sudden.”

Sherry made no attempt to stop what she was doing.

A part of me wanted to leave the room, and I started walking toward the door.

“No!” Sherry called out. “Don’t leave me!”

Another, more powerful part of me wanted to stay. With Sherry asking me to, I stayed in the room.

This was not the first time that I watched a girl masturbate. Kristen would sometimes tell Lynette to put on a show for me, and then to suck me off and deliver my seed to Kristen, who would be waiting for Lynette in the spare bedroom. It was one of the games that the two girls liked to play when June wasn’t around. Kristen knew that I enjoyed watching Lynette play with herself, and that Lynette seemed to get off on being told to do such things.

Without realizing it, I moved closer to the bed to get a better view. After Sherry noticed that I was staying, she closed her eyes and focused on her own pleasure.

Sherry’s legs were spread wide, as if she were doing one of her cheerleader’s splits. Her dark hair and right hand hid most of the action from me, but I was familiar enough with what was going on to be able to fill in the missing pieces mentally.

For about five minutes, Sherry continued to play with herself. For the first time, I noticed the nipple that Sherry was caressing. It grew from a tiny thing to more than a half inch in length. It was also thicker than her other nipple, which Sherry had not yet touched.

I moved closer to examine Sherry’s breasts, curious about the growth of that nipple. This was a totally new experience that I never saw with any other girl. I mean, I’ve seen nipples get bigger when girls get excited and Wendy’s nipples were enormous as well, but Sherry’s seemed to grow from practically nothing to the biggest one I’ve ever seen.

Again, without realizing it, my body moved on its own volition. I bent down and took that enormous nipple into my mouth. Sherry’s hand simply moved out of my way until it was caressing the hair on my head. A slight moan escaped her lips.

While I suckled at Sherry’s nipple, my body moved to lay next to hers, and my right hand moved down her body until it was touching Sherry’s right hand.

In my mind’s eye, I could tell that Sherry was playing around her clitoris, touching above it, below it, and on each side of it, but never touching it directly.

My index finger touched her clit directly.

Sherry sucked in air as she felt my finger touch her tender spot. I continued sucking on her breast, playing with that huge nipple with my tongue.

Sherry’s hand moved away from her legs, letting me masturbate her. I moved my finger up and down her slit, collected her secretions, and used them to make her clit more slippery.

I felt a tug on my pants, and then my zipper went down. Sherry tried to pull my pants down with one hand, but found that she didn’t have the right leverage.

Without thinking of the ramifications, my left hand went to the other side of my pants, and together, Sherry and I lowered my pants and my boxers.

My dick throbbed as Sherry’s fingers encircled its shaft and she started to slowly jack me off.

I was lost in a bunch of sensations as Sherry moved her hands in time with my own hand between her legs. I quickly found that if I quickened my pace, Sherry would quicken hers as well. I found that I could get Sherry to the pace that I wanted easily that way.

I heard Sherry moan, and felt her cunt get even slicker as her orgasm hit. It wasn’t loud, but I could still tell that it was there. I continued to manipulate her, and she continued her hand job.

Suddenly, I felt Sherry’s hand behind my head pull me closer. I sucked her breast harder and to my surprise, my mouth filled with fluid. The fluid wasn’t salty, but sweet. It was as if Sherry was nursing me!

After a few moments on my tongue, I realized that I was definitely tasting milk from Sherry’s breasts!

Despite Sherry’s hold on my head, I managed to pull against her and off her breast.

Sherry was staring at me, a look of embarrassment on her face. Her swollen nipple had a bead of white fluid—her milk!—at the tip.

“Please don’t stop!” Sherry asked. She gave me an embarrassed look and after a moment, she explained, “That happens, sometimes.”

If Sherry was lactating, didn’t that mean...?

I pulled my hand from Sherry’s legs and looked at the cheerleader with concern.

“Sherry, are you pregnant?” I asked.

Sherry shook her head. “No. I’m still... I mean... I never...”

“But your breast...”

Sherry sighed. “It happens. The first time it happened, I was really worried. I cut school that day and went to the clinic. Fortunately, the doctor there was a woman, and when I told her what happened, she told me it was rare, but not abnormal. She did run some tests to make sure there wasn’t anything wrong. She made me... you know... coax my milk out so they could run tests on it.”

This sounded very personal, and I was sorry to have Sherry tell me this. “I’m sorry, but I was surprised...”

Sherry gave me a warm smile. “That’s all right.”

I looked at the cheerleader on my bed. She was still lying there nude, and didn’t seem to make any attempt to hide herself. I then noticed something else: there were a few spurts of semen on her thigh... I must have had an orgasm! I think I was so surprised by Sherry’s lactation that I didn’t even realize that I actually came.

Sherry followed my glance and saw what I saw. She took her hand and rubbed her finger on one of the streaks. Before I could protest, she brought the finger to her lips.

“Sherry, I’m sorry...”

“Don’t apologize, Jim. I’m the one that made you shoot off.”

“I mean, I shouldn’t have touched you to begin with.”

“I wanted you to touch me. I asked you to.”

“I know, but...”

“Kristen knows.”

Huh? “What do you mean, Sherry?”

“I saw the door open as we were... playing with each other. I saw it was Kris, and she quickly left when she realized that I saw her.”

Fuck! I closed my eyes, wondering how I was going to explain this to Kristen.

“Get dressed, Sherry. This got out of hand!”

Sherry got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run, and I realized that Sherry was cleaning herself up. I saw that I still had semen on my dick, and found a box of Kleenex and used a tissue to clean myself. I pulled my pants and shorts back on.

Sherry came out of the bathroom, nude, but without any modesty.

As Sherry walked by me to pick up her discarded clothes, I handed her another ticket.

“You have one wish.”

“I wish you will tell me the truth, and not remember anything that happens while you do are telling me these things, until I say ‘truth serum off.’”

“Your wish is my command.”

I needed to know some more things.

“Sherry, why did you masturbate in this room instead of waiting to get home and do it in private?”

“I am preparing myself to give my virginity to you. I need to get over my embarrassment over being naked with you. In addition, there was a lot of pent up need from my compulsion to suck you that when I realized that I could satisfy it another way, the feeling hit me like a ton of bricks.”

I sighed. “So you wanted me to participate?”

Despite the fact that Sherry was mostly a robot talking in her monotone, I could see a bit of animation in her eyes. “I wanted you to do what you did. I did not expect to lactate, but I am now glad that I did.”

“Why?” I asked, truly perplexed.

“Tim Hawking was the first boy to fondle me. He was also the first boy that I saw nude. He had so many of my firsts that I truly wanted to share with you, that I felt that I betrayed you. You are now the only person other than the doctor at the clinic to know about my lactation. Not even my mother knows about that!”

I guess that made sense from Sherry’s point of view.

“Did you really see Kristen in the bedroom while we were... er... occupied?”

“Yes.”

“Did she look angry?”

Sherry shook her head. “I think she smiled. I only saw her for a moment, though.”

I was definitely going to have to have a talk with Kristen.

After a few moments, another question came to mind. “Will you be able to go the rest of the week without doing things with me?”

“If you insist, I will do so. It will be hard tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“June and I are going to surprise you. I have permission to stay with June tomorrow night. I gave my mother the phone number that June gave me.”

I thought June was going to spend the weekend with me and... SHIT!

“June told you that you could stay here?”

Without emotion, Sherry said, “Yes. I will ask you and Kristen tomorrow after school as a surprise. If you say no, then I would tell my mom that June had other plans.”

“Oh.”

For a moment, I was furious that June would do something like that behind my back. However, this was more of a surprise, and she didn’t seem to promise Sherry that she could spend the night. Another question now came to mind. “Why did June offer you to spend the night?”

“June and I became close friends after your sister’s initiation. I spent a lot of time explaining how I used to hate her, and I asked her forgiveness. She knows how I feel about you, and she thought that if Kristen allows her to play with you, then Kristen might allow me a chance or two.”

“What did June tell you about me?” I asked, surprised that June and Sherry were talking.

“She told me what she does with you and what you did with her mother. She said that you took her to an Italian restaurant...”

“Enough!” I said, embarrassed that anybody else knew about that date I had with June. “That didn’t bother you?”

“Of course not. Every story she told me about you and her, about Kristen making Lynette do her in front of that girl from California, about you embarrassing June’s mother, and what you did at the Senior Weekend made me want to fantasize that it is me that you are doing those things to.”

“Sherry, you know that Kristen and I...”

“I do not want to replace Kristen anymore. I haven’t wanted that in the last few weeks. I still want to be with you, and to be part of your adventures. If you want, I would learn to make love with any girl or boy that you tell me to. I hear the stories about you and I want to be a part of them. I hope that you will see my needs...”

“Enough.”

Sherry was still quite infatuated with me. I was amazed at the amount of desire she had and it seemed to be quite a lot, since she was willing to act as if she was a sex slave.

I glanced at the nude girl who was standing there. She was not only stripped of her clothes, but her feelings and raw emotions were also lying bare in front of me.

I must admit that I sometimes get a sexual thrill over the master/slave games that Kristen and Lynette play. It’s not like that at all times, however. There are other times when I see nothing but love and devotion spent between them. I have walked into the spare room where they were both asleep, and saw the two girls cuddling each other with happy expressions in their sleep... much the same way that I think (hope?) I do with Kristen.

“Do you love Kristen, Sherry?”

“I think so,” Sherry answered. After a moment, she added, “Yes.”

“Would you do anything she asked, just as you said you’d do for me?”

“Yes.”

I glanced at my tickets. One wish and Sherry could be ours forever...

I shook my head. NO! I was not going to do this!

“Sherry, what if I told you that I don’t want you sexually, but I’d prefer you to be a friend.”

Amazingly, Sherry didn’t answer immediately, but looked lost in thought. After a few long moments, she finally replied, “I’d be in a quandary. I am prepared to give you my virginity next week.”

“What if I don’t take it?” I asked, remembering the loophole that Patty found.

“I will remain a virgin until you take it, or until I die. If a guy were to try to take me unwillingly, I would die before it happened.”

Whoa! This was serious. “You’d die?”

I was surprised by what happened next. Sherry said something, but I could swear it was not her voice I was hearing.

“It’s the power of the tickets. With such power comes great responsibility.”

That last line startled me. Wasn’t it from a comic book or something? I shook my head and complained, “I didn’t wish for you to give your virginity to me!”

“When you destroy somebody’s tickets, they require you to live up to the responsibilities of those from whom you have taken the tickets. Your responsibility is not only to Kristen, who you bound to you, heart and soul, but to the others who were bound by the former owners of your tickets.”

Sherry seemed to know a lot about the tickets, and about me. I was almost completely sure that Sherry didn’t know how I acted with Kristen with the tickets that first time...

Somehow I knew it wasn’t Sherry speaking to me... somehow, it was the tickets speaking to me.

“Who else is bound to me?” I asked. “I know about Camille...”

“Lynette, also.”

Lynette? This was news to me. Kristen was bound to me—but I had known that all along. I also knew about Camille, who admitted to me that she was somehow drawn to me. What was this about Lynette, though?

“Lynette?” I asked.

“I am not allowed to reveal any more.”

“Please explain.”

Sherry was silent.

How had Lynette been affected by the tickets?

I thought for a while, and tried asking Sherry more about the tickets, but I didn’t get any more answers.

After about ten minutes, I finally sighed and said, “Truth serum off.”

Sherry blinked and then continued, as if she was continuing to walk, and picked up her clothes and started to put them on.

When Sherry was completely dressed, I handed the girl another ticket.

“You have one wish.”

“I wish you will remain in this room, waiting patiently until I come back. You will not worry about why you are waiting here.”

“Your wish is my command.” Sherry sat down on the bed and looked at me expectantly.

“I’m going to be a few minutes, Sherry. I need to talk with Kristen.”

Sherry didn’t answer, but nodded.

Downstairs, I could hear Patty and Kristen were having an argument.

“Can’t you see, Kris? He’s just as much a victim as Sherry and you are?”

I walked into the play room. “Who’s a victim?”

Patty looked at me, and gave me a look that I could only describe as motherly. She looked the same way that a mother would look at her child.

“You are, Jim,” Patty said softly. “From the moment you realized the power of those tickets, you’ve found that you are just as much trapped by them as Kristen was, and now Sherry is. Kris doesn’t see it that way.”

Kristen didn’t respond to Patty but changed the subject. She smirked at me and said, “I take it that Sherry is no longer a virgin.”

“If you think that, Kris, you’re completely wrong.”

Patty nodded at my answer; she somehow knew that I was telling Kristen the truth.

Kristen seemed surprised, but said, “At least you did what I told you to do. She seemed to enjoy it.”

If Kristen was trying to bait me, I refused to take it. “I told her that she could masturbate to satisfy her craving to suck me. I figured that would keep me from having to have her do me every day. However, she said that when she felt the new compulsion, it overwhelmed her and she did it in front of me. I... I lost control and I kissed her. I fondled her. I’m a little bit sorry that I took advantage of her, but she asked me to do so, so my apology should go to you and not her.”

“To me?” Kristen said, shocked.

“I have no permission from you to touch Sherry like that, and for that, I’m sorry. I’m not sorry that she wanted me to touch her, though. She’s going through hell, Kristen! You of all people should know what it’s like to be forced to want to suck somebody!”

Kristen’s superior attitude finally disappeared. “Patty said that... I was just... I don’t know... I’m confused.”

I moved toward Kristen and hugged her. “I know you are.”

Patty softly said, “You’ve been trying too hard to hide your jealousy. However, I don’t think that Sherry is going to be the problem that she could have been a while ago.”

“Huh?” Kristen said, looking over to the red head. “You said that before.”

Patty said, “Sherry was under the power of a ticket to tell the truth. She said what her desires were, and she said she loves Jim, but she didn’t say that she was still in love with Jim.”

I could feel Kristen’s muscles stop tensing. I didn’t realize that she was so wound up until now.

Patty looked at me and said, “However, I don’t think that any idea of avoiding Sherry on your birthday will work.”

“It won’t,” I said, confirming Patty’s observation.

“It won’t?” Kristen asked, confused. She looked from Patty to me.

I answered Kristen’s question. “Sherry is prepared to give me her virginity on my birthday. If I don’t take it, she will wait... forever, if necessary.”

“She can wait, then,” Kristen said.

Patty shook her head. “It’s not that easy. Right, Jim?”

“Right.”

Patty took a deep breath. “If he doesn’t take it, she’ll wait. She’ll once again become fixated on Jim. She will start to resent every girl who interacts with Jim. If you were to have any children, she might be a danger to them. I detect something fatalistic about her.”

Kristen’s eyes were wide open at Patty’s revelation. I believe mine were as well. “She said that if any other guy were to take her virginity, it would have to be by force, and she said that she’d die.”

Kristen’s face lost all color at this.

Patty nodded. “She might as well join a convent.”

In my mind, I remembered that Sherry was Catholic. I remembered seeing her in church before I left the church, much to my mother’s dismay. However, my mother always understood my reasons and let me make that decision on my own.

“Kris, Sherry has been nothing other than a good friend for close to a year. I want her to have a normal life. I do have feelings for her, but it’s much more in line with how I feel about June and Patty rather than how I feel for you or Lynette. You don’t feel jealousy over June and Patty, do you?”

Patty reddened a bit at my mention of her name.

“No... I guess not,” Kristen answered slowly.

Patty closed her eyes for a moment. “Sherry is no longer feeling any strain right now.” This was said as a statement of fact.

“No, she isn’t,” I agreed.

Sherry had her “fix” of me that day. I was wise enough not to point this out to Kristen.

Back up in my bedroom, I found Sherry still waiting patiently on my bed. I saw that the covers were no longer wrinkled and the room no longer smelled like sex.

I went into my dresser and pulled out another ticket and handed it to Sherry.

“You have one wish.”

I took Sherry by the hand and led her into the living room, where Patty and Kristen were sitting.

Patty immediately seemed to notice that Sherry was under the influence of a ticket and she quietly pointed this out to Kristen.

I told Sherry, “I wish that you will give Kristen a kiss that conveys to her how you feel about me. After you do so, you will feel no embarrassment at having done this.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Sherry immediately moved toward Kristen, who got up from her recliner.

The two girls kissed. It was a bit romantic, but I could tell that neither girl was turning up the heat on it. After a few moments, the two girls broke apart.

Before anybody could say anything, the telephone rang.

Since I was closest to the phone, I answered it.

It was Lynette. “Hey, Jim. What’s happening?”

“Nothing much,” I lied. “Are you finished at the parlor?”

“Yeah. When Kristen says, ‘the works,’ she means, ‘The Works.’” Lynette giggled. I could hear Lynette using the capitals as she described it and I laughed as well. It really broke the tension that I had been feeling.

I turned to Kristen. “Kris, Lynette is done at the parlor.”

“Tell her we’ll meet her at Vaughn’s in...” Kristen looked at her watch. “Fifteen minutes.”

I repeated Kristen’s message to Lynette.

“I’ll see you guys there, Oogie.”

The phone clicked dead and I hung it up.

Kristen turned to Sherry and asked, “Want to go to Vaughn’s? My treat!” She turned to Patty and said, “You, too!”

“Of course,” Sherry answered.

“I’d love to,” Patty said.

“Patty, could you drive Jim, Sherry, and me? The Camaro is too small for all of us.”

Patty smiled. “No problem, Kris. Lynette has her car, right? She can drive you and Jim home.”

“Yeah.”

We all left the apartment and headed for Vaughn’s.

Nobody said anything about Sherry’s problem on the way to the restaurant. I also decided to not say anything about June’s “surprise” for tomorrow. Somehow, I felt that Kristen would be more amenable to the idea of Sherry spending the night now.

However, I would have to have a word with June. Putting Sherry and me on a collision course wasn’t her intention, but June needed to know that some things should be considered off limits.