The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mandy felt pretty down about what was happening. She desperately wanted to go to her mother to console her. Fortunately she didn’t want Mom coming back and potentially blaming me for what was happening when she found out about Mandy and me. Finally, Mandy decided to go to her room. Yvonne and Chloe offered to stay with her for a bit, but she turned them away, wanting some time to herself. I didn’t blame her. I would have felt the same.

My Russian and paramour felt helpless too. There was really nothing that they could do except help console Mandy, but even that avenue was being denied them. I tried to help calm everyone, to take away the anxiety, but having plenty of it myself already, I wasn’t a lot of help. That made me feel bad, and angry. My anger wasn’t with me or my girls though. It was with the person putting us in this position, the Mage who had bound my Mom and sister and was making them act quite out of character.

I went downstairs. Yvonne and Chloe followed. The door to Mom’s office, the den, was right there at the bottom of the stairs, but so was Monique. The smile I saw on her face vanished the instant she saw my girls following me.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Monique asked, all polite and seemingly high on holiday spirits. She was being a bit more daring with her clothes today. She wore a festive green and red button up sweater, but it was open. Her breasts were hugged close to her chest in a silky red tank top. Her cleavage was there for me to see as clearly as water on the open ocean. Her nipples formed right before my eyes, pushing against the material. She really was turned on by the sight of me. The tank top was tucked into a black sash and a matching silky skirt hung loose to mid thigh. She wore white stockings, the lace of which peeked out from under the skirt as it moved, even with her smallest movements. Red high heels completed the outfit. It was a combination of hot and festive. A Christmas present waiting to be unwrapped by some lucky guy. I had a feeling she wanted me to do the unwrapping.

I nodded thinking, ~Go to the great room and watch TV. I want to find out if Monique has a mark or not.~

I could almost feel Chloe smiling at me as she retorted. ~How are you gonna do that?~

Yvonne’s thoughts weren’t as derisive and I was thankful. They passed by and did as I had asked.

Once they were out of sight, Monique pressed up against me and pulled me into a deep kiss. The heat emanating from her told me just how much she had been anticipating even a simple embrace. When she pulled back, the same fire that had burned the day before was back. “Fuck me, Ral. Take me to your room or mine and fuck me till my brains ooze out of my ears.” Her voice was low, almost a growl, but quiet so no one else would hear.

“And what about Ryan?” I remembered how she had thought about him the day before.

“He’s outside shoveling snow. He won’t notice, but if you want, I’ll go get him and both of you can fuck me silly.”

That wasn’t what I had in mind. I wanted to deter her, not make her think of new ideas. “Now is not a good time.”

“Then when? God, Ral, I only got to suck you off yesterday. I want to feel Cockzilla make me bleed.”

Cockzilla? Was she referring to my...? Regardless. She had referred to pain and damage with sex. Even if we did anything, I wouldn’t hurt her. She was as much a victim as Mom and whatever crazed ideas this Mind Mage they were bound to had, I wasn’t going to play along. At least not to that degree.

I was still in her arms and I braced myself for what I was about to do. I pulled her face to me, kissing her with the same zeal she had shown just a moment before. I needed to see the back of her neck and had to get her to turn around for that. I grabbed her ass and pressed myself into her. She pressed a strong thigh between my legs and moaned into my mouth. If this kept up we would get too heated to do anything, especially think. Mom was probably already waiting for me and I didn’t want her to come looking for me.

I pulled from the kiss with a grin. “Cockzilla wants you too,” I said softly. Monique grinned wickedly. “But,” I said turning her so her I could rub my hardening cock against her bottom, “You might have to offer up a different entrance for me.”

She knew what I meant and ground against me. She didn’t say anything, only nodded.

I kissed her neck, pulling her hair out of the way. She opened up, offering me more of her skin. A nip her, another there. I moved to the back of her neck and used the same bite on her that I had used on Mandy the night we had arrived. Instantly, her body lost some of her tension, but she didn’t fall. Her focus sharpened at the point where her butt rubbed against my crotch. I held her, one arm around her waist and the other pulling her hair completely aside. I only needed a peek and pulled from the bite. The small red diamond was there, just like it had been on Mom.

Monique started grabbing my ass, pressing herself against me harder. I bit her again and she gave over to my control. Letting go of her hair, I braced my arm across her upper chest and bent her back into me. I let go of the bite and moved up to whisper in her ear. “Be a good, charming girl and I’ll do you just like that. Holding you with a simple bite while violating your bowels.”

A shiver ran through her body and she relaxed into my embrace. I thought the idea of adding pain to a potential encounter might get her to submit to me and it seemed to be working.

“I’ve got to talk to Mom about something right now. I’ll let you know when it’s time. Keep your nipples hard or I’ll be forced to bite them off.” I could feel a thrill run through her. She wanted the pain, almost as much as my girls loved the pleasure. It repulsed me. I didn’t want to do those things to her, but I had to offer something to keep her at bay even for a little while. “If you try coming after me, like you just did, I’ll deny you. I’ll tell Ryan that you’re fucking around behind his back with your own brother. He won’t like that will he?”

“But you’re not really my brother. You were adopted. He would understand if he knew.” She was still trying to rationalize sex between the three of us.

I tightened my hold on her. “I don’t fuck a woman with another man. I have no compunctions about fucking two women, but I will not share them with another man. You have a choice. Leave Ryan for me or fuck off.”

Monique whimpered. It seemed like I had finally hit the right button. I could feel, under the burning desires, that she did love Ryan. Maybe I could use that to help her, but at the moment she was too overwhelmed.

“If you tell him, and I will know if you do, I’ll deny everything. If you really want me, and I mean really want me,” I ground my cock against her, “then you’ll wait. I won’t keep you waiting long, but this has to be done with discretion.”

She nodded and I let her go. She turned to face me and started to get close for another kiss, but the look I gave her made her understand it would break the rules I had just laid down. She nodded, acquiescing to my rule, and then left for the living room.

Crap! I couldn’t believe what I just did. I had promised her pain, physical pain and emotional pain, if she broke my rules. I hoped it wouldn’t come down to that. She didn’t deserve either. She really did love Ryan and I wanted to bring that forth, but that heat just wouldn’t be denied, no matter what her other emotions or rational thoughts brought forth.

I really had to find out who they were bound to and more importantly, how to break those bonds. I remembered that Ryan and Dad were also password protected in Master PC. If the person who had protected Monique and Mom had also protected Ryan and Dad, were they—Ryan and dad—also bound to this mystery Mage? I hoped not. The last thing I wanted was for those two to start hitting on me and trying to get me out of my clothes.

I turned to the den. The door had been closed and inside Mom sat in front of her computer. It was time to find out about my adoption.

When I walked in, Mom turned to see who it was. There was a touch of relief and a blush. I could feel the heat rising in her. This morning’s frolic had only subdued those needs. I grabbed a chair from the table Michael and I had used for our meeting the day before and carried it to her desk.

She watched me approach, her eyes roaming over me. I set the chair next to her but she put her hand on it before I could sit. Her eyes were on mine as she stood up. I knew that slow approach. I needed to put a stop to this but I didn’t know how to break the bond.

Mom ran her hand over my chest lightly. She watched how the material of my sweater smoothed under her hand and I watched her expression, waiting for her attempt to do something more. She made no sudden moves, only touched me, watching how she touched me and kept it all at a slow pace. When she finally looked up, I could feel her gaze meet mine. I could feel her emotions better than Monique’s. I might have been because I was right there with her at the moment, but I didn’t think so. Whoever was pushing her had probably figured out that I was able to feel what she was feeling. They had used it against me in the shower and would probably do so again. I hated doing it, but I closed down the sensations, turned them off. Mom was like anyone else who I wasn’t bound to.

“Ral, I’m feeling it again. I want you, just like in the shower. I want you to take me. To do things to me, anything. I want it to be painful.” Her eyes held my gaze steadily, but a tear ran down her cheek. She was trapped by her emotions. That desire for pain was filling her up and it was directing her to me for that pain.

I took her hands and sat down slowly. She followed, taking her own seat, but never letting my gaze leave hers.

“You have to try and fight it, Mom,” I said softly.

“I am, but they’re getting stronger, so much stronger.” She seemed to lose a bit of the battle as she spoke. I had to find a way to help her. Would ultimatums work with her like it had with Monique?

Gripping her hands in mine, I met her gaze with one of slight anger and more than adequate determination. “You better hold on. Don’t you dare give in or you will get nothing.” She paled. “You want me to fuck you?” She nodded. “Then you better put that will of yours into gear and gain some control. I won’t fuck a woman who can’t control herself. I won’t fuck you if you don’t control yourself.”

She swallowed and nodded. I got a squeeze from her hands and a nod before she let go of me.

“Tell me what you’ve found,” I said in a similar, but softer tone.

Mom nodded and picked up a folder on her desk. “This is everything I could find. What I don’t get is that these look like acquisition deeds rather than adoption papers.”

Sure enough there were no papers about my adoption. However, my name was all over the deeds. It looked like lands and other types of property were traded but for what? I also noticed a law firm’s name heading all of the papers: Johnson, Jackson and Hayes. “Have you heard of this law firm?” I asked pointing at the header.

Mom shook her head, looking a bit shaken. I hated this, hated the way she looked. What would it take to sate that fire? What would help her? I couldn’t just do the things to her those desires wanted, no matter how “good” she said it felt. I was pretty sure she would act like and say it felt good, but her mind would be screaming.

I stood up. She watched me. I held her gaze and said, “I’m going to try to get to town to find out about this. I also have a contact that may have information on... your condition.” Again, I didn’t know if the Mage she was bound to could hear what she heard or not.

I started to turn to leave and she said, “Wait.” I turned back to her, looking stern but feeling like crap. “Use my phone. I’ll go to my room.” She got up and stepped up to me. Slowly, she reached up and kissed my cheek. “I love you,” she whispered and then stepped away and left the room.

I let my tension melt away and slumped into her chair. I jumped up when I felt something wet soak through my pants. In her leather chair the remnants of something was smeared there. I wiped up some and tried smelling it. Mom had soaked through her panties and left a small puddle of fluid on the chair. I didn’t know if it was just an effect of her desires or how she reacted to my commands.

I pushed that chair away and pulled up the one I had been sitting in. To a certain degree, I got excited at the idea of my Mom being excited, but my disgust with why she was excited and the will being exerted to make her act the way she was kept me from lingering on the idea. I pulled her phone over to me and dialed the number on the header. The law didn’t stop for holidays or weekends. The office might be closed but there should be a way to get a hold of someone who could answer my questions about the papers. What I didn’t expect was to talk to a live person.