The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Everyone was coming in carrying multiple bags. My Mom spotted me heading toward them in the kitchen and said, “No, Ral. Out.”

I stopped and doubled back automatically. My conditioning to do just what she said all during my childhood had kicked in and I kowtowed to her will. A second later, I was mad. How could I just give in to what she wanted? I didn’t have to do what she said any more. I was an adult and if she couldn’t accept that then she would have to just put up with it.

I turned back around to go tell her as much but Mandy came out of the kitchen holding up her hands. She saw the look on my face and knew exactly what I was about to do.

“Ral, no. She bought stuff for you for Christmas and didn’t want to ruin the surprise. She’s going to take them to her room to wrap them. Please, go upstairs.”

Mandy’s pleading look deflated my eagerness for the argument I was about to begin. I nodded. Before Monique, Mom or Ryan entered the room, Mandy gave me a deep and greedy kiss and pushed me away. I went to the stairs as Yvonne and Chloe started coming down. Mandy looked up and told them the same thing. I didn’t say anything but they followed me to my room.

Part of me was sour for not taking the perfect opportunity to finally tell Mom how I felt about how she had treated me, however, another part was excited at the idea of presents for Christmas.

The holiday had held some trepidation for me every year. I never received anything that I really wanted. Even as a child, I had sent letters to Santa Claus asking for all kinds of toys, but never got any of them. There wasn’t a bubble left to pop when my parents finally confessed that there was no Santa.

I got used to the clothes and shoes I always got every year. Why I would feel any different now I didn’t know. Sure, Mom and Dad were treating me nice, even lovingly, but that didn’t mean they would give me anything other than clothes. So, the slight elation I had felt for that possibility faded and my eagerness for an argument replaced it. Then I remembered that I hadn’t gone shopping for them at all. That sobered me up some. Could I actually be so upset with them and stoop below their level? No.

I looked over at Yvonne and Chloe. It was obvious they were feeling what I was by the looks on their faces. I knew both of them had already done their Christmas shopping for everyone and that was the exchange I was truly looking forward to. It even cheered me up. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect but both had told me they had gotten something special for me. I actually smiled when I thought about the looks they would have when they received my gifts for them.

Yvonne owned no jewelry, coming as she did from a family who had always struggled to make ends meet. They had even sold what few possessions they could to help pay for her journey to the United States. To my knowledge she hadn’t written home since I had met her. I had suggested she call once, but her parents didn’t have a phone in the house. They had to go to the market in the town near where they lived to make any calls. I had done some calling myself and left messages for them as a surprise for Yvonne. A week later, I had received a short letter in rough English that told me what her Father called her as a little girl. Roughly translated, it was “cherished one”. I then went to a jewel crafter and had a pendant made from gold with those words in Russian engraved in it. With that and a set of earrings, I added a short note from her parents in Russian.

Chloe’s tastes were wide ranged. She enjoyed tight, revealing clothes and chokers to resemble her devotion and submission to me. I wouldn’t let her wear actual collars, like a pet dog or cat might wear, but I liked the chokers. The one thing the chokers did not have that she actually wanted was the addition of the D ring so a leash could be attached. Again, this was something I personally didn’t approve of. Then she came to me one night wearing only a leather collar and a small tinkling bell attached to it. She knew I might not approve of the collar but I could feel a difference in her. I surmised that it wasn’t actually the collar that she really wanted, but the tinkling bell. With Chloe in mind, I set out to see what kinds of accessories I could find that had such bells. I had a set of earrings made and eve a choker with one attached, but the coup de grace was a set of nipple rings I found with the same little bells. They weren’t clamps or for pieced nipples. The would grip the nipple, surrounding it and hugging it while the nipple was hard. As sensitive as Chloe was in that area, I knew she wouldn’t have any problems keeping them on.

The girls felt my shifting mood as I thought about the gifts I had waiting for them. I was more than happy to buy things like that for them. I had the money, and after all of the items several had bought for me to help me with my first apartment before school started, I felt I owed them something. Granted, most considered any debts paid off with all the personal attention they received, but I still wanted each of them to have something special.

“Ral, what do you think your Mom and sister got you?” Yvonne asked.

I shrugged. “Probably socks.”

She cocked her head to the side with a disapproving look. “You shouldn’t be so hard on them. You didn’t turn out so bad considering how you saw the way they brought you up.”

I shook my head. “I just...”—heavy sigh—“I just turned and left like I used to do when my Mom ordered me out of the kitchen while I was growing up. I didn’t want to just cop to her orders any more. I shouldn’t have to.”

“They had good reason in this case. Jumping at them at every turn will not do any good,” Yvonne said.

“Besides, what about how they’re treating you now?” Chloe added.

I nodded. I couldn’t fault either of them for their desire to have this trip go better than expected. So far, it had gone a lot better. I had a few answers to my questions and my family was treating me like I was actually welcome. What more could I ask for?

Mandy knocked and opened my door. She looked a bit apprehensive but I let our link open up wide and she felt my calmness. However, the guilty feeling I had noticed in her before had grown. I held out my hand and asked, “What’s wrong?”

She crossed the room and climbed into my lap, balling up against me. She shivered against me and when she looked up she had tears trembling under her eyes. Softly she said, “I couldn’t help it.”

I gave her a squeeze and asked, “Couldn’t help what?”

“Ryan... I just kissed him! I don’t know what came over me, but I just pressed against him and... and...”

“When did this happen?” I asked. Somehow, I wasn’t feeling jealous or even angry. I wasn’t sure why, but it was almost like I was happy that she had kissed him.

“At the mall,” she said and then looked toward the door, “And just now in the kitchen.”

I looked at the open door. No one was there but...

Chloe got up and looked for me. She came back in and shook her head while closing the door.

I pulled Mandy’s face back around so I could see her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She shook her head. I could feel her guilt but there was no lust or anything else. She had kissed someone else while she considered herself to be mine. That was the source of the guilt. She felt she had betrayed me. “I’m sorry,” she said so very softly.

I hugged her again and thought, ~Yvonne, go to Mandy’s room and watch the stairs from there, I don’t want to be interrupted for the next few minutes.~

Yvonne nodded and left. Mandy held onto me and the tears had started rolling.

“Mandy, sit up please. Look at me.”

She looked up at me and I let her feel that I wasn’t mad at her. If anything I was curious. I wanted to know why she had had such a compulsion. I studied her soft blue eyes and watched them turn amber. I fell into those eyes and her emotions. I saw the memories as she thought about what had happened.

Mandy was in a shop with crystal statues and vases. She was looking for something for Monique and her fiancé when Ryan walked in. She didn’t think he had seen her and she watched him as he looked around. She thought he might be looking for something for Monique too and waited to see what he might choose. She didn’t want to get Mo’ a duplicate present...

Then it hit her. One minute she was watching him from across the shop and next then she knew, she was turning him around and pulling him down for the kiss.

I pulled from Mandy and realized that I had kissed her too. She looked up, her cheeks shiny with tears but not any happier than she had been.

She was right. She didn’t even realize what she had done until the kiss started and then she pulled away and just left the store. Ryan hadn’t said anything, nor had he tried to stop her, either from the kiss or leaving him. That made me wonder.

I pulled Mandy back to me and kissed her again. She didn’t resist and as our lips met, I saw the car ride home. Monique sat in the back with Ryan. They talked and held hands. Ryan acted for all the world as if nothing had happened. Mandy had been thankful for his silence but after they got home and she helped shoo me from the bags they brought in, it hit her again. Mom and Monique had carried a few bags to Mom’s bedroom and Ryan was checking on the meal that Yvonne and Chloe had been preparing. Mandy went around the island and pulled him into another short but passionate kiss.

I held Mandy, still kissing her, giving over to how I felt for her. She was my sister and one of mine to protect, but that protection was for more than just keeping them safe from harm. I wanted her safe from those who might hurt her emotionally. She was in pain because she had been told by Renée how I would have felt having to share any one of my girls with another man. They all understood that I would be protective and possibly even possessive, but it had never been thought of as necessarily a bad thing because none of them had ever contemplated leaving me for someone else.

I realized at that moment why I wasn’t jealous. It wasn’t a matter of not feeling threatened by Ryan. Sure, he was handsome and charming. Most women would probably turn to jelly if he turned his boyish smile their way. Mandy certainly noticed his attractiveness and I could feel an underlying confusion in her. She found him attractive but not so much to just kiss him out of the blue like that. Well, certainly not twice! I didn’t feel jealous because Mandy felt something else. She loved me. She was in love with me. It was similar to the swelling emotions some of my other girls had expressed for me but it was still different. She was unique as was her love for me.

I couldn’t help but to return that wondrous and warm feeling. I had always considered her a pain while growing up and quite sexy after I had saved her from Vikkor, but somewhere deep down within myself, I had loved her. And at that moment, when Mandy felt so terrible, it was just what she needed.

~Mandy, you’ve done nothing wrong. I’m not mad or jealous. You have nothing to be ashamed of or to feel guilty about. Please calm... relax... be at ease...~ I thought as I held her gently.

Then I felt her emotions really burst forth. She had heard my thoughts and though it hadn’t been completely new—we had communicated like that just the day before—she also felt my love for her. Quickly the tender kisses we shared filled with more passion and I knew she might gain some additional features that would require my personal touch before she could go back downstairs.

~You’re so wonderful Ral. I love you! I love you! God, I’ve wanted to tell you that for so long. Please don’t let me go. I want you to hold me, make love to me. Please.~

Mandy’s guilt had melted away so delicately and quickly that I hadn’t noticed the change. She was ecstatic that I wasn’t mad and even more thrilled by feeling how I felt for her.

I pried her off of me so I could see her eyes. Those features were already growing and I knew that we would soon have a naked kitty-girl running about my room rather than my sister. Among Mandy’s tumbling emotions, the cat side of her persona came out and she started rubbing against me in ways that expressed her excitement as well as brought on my own. If Mom or Monique walked in on us...

Chloe noted my anxiety and headed for the door thinking, ~I’ll go downstairs and warn you if anyone comes up.~

Mandy hadn’t even noticed her leaving, just the empty bed for us to use. She crawled over onto it and arched her back a she stretched out on it. My eyes roamed her body, just as she wanted while I thought, ~uh... Thank you Chloe...~

For a wild moment, I really didn’t care if my door had been wide open with my whole family watching. All I wanted to was to get Mandy naked and bury my hardening cock in her. I still felt the warm fuzziness of her emotions, but her cat aspect was warm and fuzzy too. The emotions and persona intermingled in a strange and sexy way.

To think, a bit ago I wanted to argue with my Mom only to turn around and screw her daughter. Something about that idea made me grin. It was like I was getting my revenge just by having sex with Mandy, but I knew better than that. It wasn’t about revenge, because I couldn’t use that as an excuse to do what I was going to do with Mandy. I was going to bring happiness to Mandy unlike what I had felt from my adopted parents. I would stop the cycle of indifference, irritation and near disgust by offering love, compassion, and most of all, friendship.

Mandy wasn’t interested in her normal game of tease-the-cock. She was too heated up for that. Personally, I didn’t want to be teased either. I wanted her in a fast and dirty way that was coupled with the deeper emotions we were feeling.

Knowing that we could be interrupted at any moment, I only unzipped my pants and dropped them to my knees. Mandy unbuttoned her blouse halfway down and almost tore her bra to get it out of the way. My hands went right to her breasts, as if drawn to them by magnets. Mandy moaned at my touch and the feel of her soft, fleshy boobs brought out a moan from me as well.

Our eyes were locked on one another, my hands working her over and her hands trying to get her skirt and panties out of the way. I couldn’t really move forward without falling on top of her and made that thought clear to her.

~Fall on me, please. It’ll put you deeper in me and I want you all of you,~ came her reply.

I let go of her breasts and reached out to catch myself as I leaned over. Sure enough, I slid in to the hilt and had to press my tongue into her mouth to keep her from calling out too loudly.

For a moment we were only two bodies grinding against one another. Her heat intermingled with mine and it took no time for us to reach mutual orgasms. My seed poured into her and her thoughts accompanied other emotions with the moment. ~Yes! Fill me up! Make me yours! Give me your baby! I want to have your kittens!~

Though the her last thought was brought on by her furry persona, there was a real desire to do just that, have kittens. It was like her kitty side was in heat and though our frolics the night before had been the typical actions when she felt as such, I now understood more than I had before. Mating was instinctual for cats. She was in heat and I was her mate. It was that simple, but the emotions Mandy felt coupled with those instincts took it a step farther. She was expressing her desire to mate and not just copulate, but to consummate our shared emotions and actually conceive offspring with me.

My emotions were still running rampant and the understanding we had had the day before about how to strengthen our bond broke through. She wasn’t my flesh and blood sister. We had grown up together but were not actually related. Genetically there was nothing wrong with what we were doing, but morally, anyone who knew us while we were growing up might not approve. Especially Mom and Dad.

I wanted a child with Mandy. I wanted her to be with me always. I also wanted approval from her parents. The first two were going to happen. Mandy and I were in full agreement about that even without words, but getting the third would prove potentially volatile.

Why wouldn’t they approve? They were happy that I was home even though raising me had been an irritation to them. Why not accept me as their daughter’s lover and the father of her children? Then the tried and true nagging of how they had always reacted to any news I brought home came forth. I had never measured up to their expectations.

In their eyes, I had never done well enough. Mandy and Monique always received praise for their efforts, but I had only disparagement. If I could win their daughter’s heart, maybe I would receive some of that praise. At the very least, I hoped they didn’t turn on Mandy for her decision, because it hadn’t been mine alone.

I didn’t want to think about the kind of rude and derogatory comments Mom and Dad could make. I wanted to focus on Mandy and that wasn’t hard to do. She held me to her, kissing me, sharing her love with me. There was nothing that could spoil that.

~Ral, Monique’s heading upstairs,~ Chloe thought.

I pulled back from Mandy and grinned. She smiled back at me. Softly I said, “Mo’s heading up now, we need to get dressed.”

She nodded and I got up.

We straightened up our clothes and Mandy looked at herself in the full length mirror inside my closet door. My pants were a mess on the inside and I knew she was suffering the same need to clean up and change. I gave her a hug from behind, and she melted into my embrace. A peck on each others’ cheeks and she left.

I was worried about what had caused her to go to Ryan like she had. Was it the same person who had password protected the rest of my family, and if it was, how could I protect her from that kind of influence if the password in the program wasn’t any good? There was the possibility that it may have been Ryan, using abilities granted by Master PC. That made the need to get into that computer in Monique’s room all the more immediate.

Then another thought crossed my mind. What if it was another Mind Magi? Michael had only mentioned Sally’s Dad living in town, but what if there were others; those who hadn’t been recruited by the houses that Michael might not have known about? I would have to contact him and ask about that possibility. Good thing I had gotten his cell phone number before he left. He might be able to find me no matter where I went, but I didn’t have an ability that allowed me to find him.

The idea of a Mind Magi making Mandy do something she wouldn’t have made me wonder if it was the same influence over the rest of my family. I didn’t think it was a coincidence that my family was happy to see me and suddenly Mandy was kissing Ryan. She had thought about what it would have been like, but I was more than certain she would have never acted on it. It also made me wonder what Monique would do if she found out. She was probably talking to Mandy now. Possibly even quietly bitching her out.

What I didn’t expect was for Monique to knock on my door...