The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

That’s the key, stay strong. It’s always hard to stay strong in tough times and for some it gets no tougher than the love of your life walking out the door. That was the situation Mark found himself in 6 weeks ago, she’d just up and gone, no note, no email, no communication at all. If it wasn’t for all of her belongings also being gone he’d of been worried, instead he’s distraught.

Communication did come, later from that bitch friend of hers. She never liked him, the feeling was mutual. Stay away was all she said, don’t come looking she doesn’t want to see you again.

It was hard, it was unbelievable, he hadn’t done anything wrong, why would she up and leave, especially with no further communication, she was better than that…wasn’t she?

Well after 6 weeks Mark didn’t think so anymore, time to move on, time to stay strong. Get back out there was the recommendation from his friends, it’s a big world, a big city, plenty of fish in the sea. Cliché sure, but it was true. Standing in the bar on a Friday night at the end of a long working week, Mark could see there were a lot of fish in the sea, some very nice looking fish in the sea. The ladies put so much effect into one of two look, the looser look, short top, shorter skirts, it was instantly gratifying and would lead to quick success, but that wasn’t for Mark. Not now anyway, ten years ago, sure. He’d of been all of that, picking up chicks, taking them home and losing their number all in a 6 hour period. But now he was more mature, option two they more alluring look, long flowing dresses, styled hair, classy jewellery. The problem with option 2 is that they were all with a similar well-dressed gentlemen with ring on the 4th finger.

Another hopeless night, Mark headed to the bar, another drink should help. Help convince himself option 1 wasn’t the worse way to end a night. He stands at the bar, the other problem with a place like this, the bar keep is always serving those in low cut tops first, regardless of what order they come to the bar. He half turns to look down the bar, for a more forgiving server when he notices her, standing towards the far end of the bar. She’s tall, curvy, the dress is modest up top up to the neck line but it ends just shy of the knee, enough to show off her shapely legs. It hugs her curvy derriere, Mark is intrigued. Stay strong.

Abandoning his post, as the bar keep approaches, he moves down the bar to a gap besides her, not too close. Somehow she’s managed to keep a clear distance around her, it allows Mark to stand at the bar, close enough to talk but not so close it’s uncomfortable…

Stay strong, he whispers under his breath…

“Excuse me?” her voice is almost divine, a sultry low tone. Mark turns and for the first time gets a good look at her face, it’s a strong face it demand attention. Before too long Mark realises he’s staring and bumbles out a reply.

“I…I apologise, I moved bar position to get the bar keep’s attention, but as I came down here I…I noted your beauty and I was telling myself to…stay strong. To not stare and perhaps, strike up a conversation.”

She took a sip on her drink, wine of some kind, her lipstick didn’t leave an impression on the glass, expensive makeup or an expensive glass…maybe both. She studied him, carefully. It put Mark on edge, it was unusual for him to feel so judged by a lady.

“Well, it seems that it’s worked, staying strong. However I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out your little lie, you were a moment from being served, so I can only assume you forewent your drink for the chance to strike up a conversation?”

The question hung there in the air, Mark wanted so much to have the perfect comeback but there was something about this women’s face, it caused Mark to become unbalanced. It was her eyes, they pierced through him. Not unsettling, but had enough effect to destabilise him.

“I’ve been caught it seems, I’m sorry, I’ll leave you be.” Mark dejection was clear, he couldn’t seduce this lady, his usual charms had been rendered useless, he was like a bass fish, simple gaping at her. He turned away trying to hide his shame.

“Nonsense, here let me let you buy me a drink.” She called out a name and the older bar keep’s came over with a fresh glass of whatever she was drinking. She motioned to Mark to order his drink; a bourbon and two rocks. He handed over his card to make payment and return to the beauty in front of him.

“Rebecca.” She extended a hand out, very formal. He grasp lightly, she tightened the grip. “Not Becca or Becky, always Rebecca.” Mark nodded a little shaken. Her smile relaxed him again

The spoke till the end of the night, the bar was emptying and closing. Mark was a little inebriated, his earlier tight tongue loosed significantly. She did all the asking, he did all the answering. He usually asked the questions, if nothing more it made it looked like he cared. But not this time, Rebecca was totally in charge.

Mark was still confident, the night had gone well, the barkeep brought a fine coat from the behind bar coat rack and handed it to Rebecca who merely extended a hand to take it, never once breaking eye contact with Mark. As they left through the doors Mark hailed a cab.

“Oh confident boy. You think you’d just whisk me home to your place…”

“Or yours…” Rebecca’s tone was hard, Mark’s reply hadn’t helped until a little smile.

“Well lover boy, not tonight, but meet me back here next week and we’ll pick things up. Here’s a little something for you to remember me by.”

She leaned in, her red lips moved towards his, it was heaven. Their tongue intertwined, she tasted like she sounded, divine.

The cab pulled up, she broke the kiss, looked at him before whispering in his eye.

“Stay strong…for me”

She turned and was gone. Mark left in a daze.

A week is a long time for a fool in love. That’s what Mark had convinced himself that this was, the start of a better relationship with a better woman. He’d told no one about Rebecca, despite wanting to shout it from the rooftops. He thought of her often, it had effected his work but he got through the week, back to Friday night, back to the bar.

She was there, the same spot, the same space. Still looking amazing as he strode over to her taking his place next to her. His confidence withered as he looked her in the eye, her power over him had only strengthen with a week away. Greetings were exchanged and they started again. The usual chit chat to begin with. It took a harder turn when she asked about ex’s, he wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about her, but she pressed and with a soothing smile and a look into those eyes, he began. Bits and pieces to begin with, but soon he had told it all. She commented on how strange it was but moved on. If Mark had been less aroused and thinking with the head on his shoulders, he might have seen how strange this all was.

Abruptly she held out a hand, her coat appeared and she made for the door. Mark followed, trying to catch up. As he got outside, she was already getting into a taxi. Thoughts ran through his head, had he said something wrong, had he said too much, maybe he should of ask her questions, dammit Mark you’ve screwed this one up…

“Are you coming?” That smile, it calmed everything down. He jumped into the cab and they were on their way somewhere.

The place was a little underwhelming, a simple apartment, joint kitchen living room, bathroom, bedroom and…

“This is my City place, somewhere for me to stay Monday to Friday.”

Of course it made sense, a lady like this would have some mansion out in the suburbs or beyond.

“I’d give you the tour but I’m only interested in this room.”

She gestured to the bedroom and went in. He followed her in, she had sat down on the end of what looked like a work out bench, just a little wider. With a crooked finger she gestured to him to come over. He notices the large mirror parallel to the bench, she must like to watch herself. He removed his top, his figure wasn’t model esq, but he wasn’t unfit. His fingers found the zip to her dress, in one movement his started to pull the zip down as he sank into a kiss. It was last Friday all over again, lost in that moment. Their tongues entwined, her hands on his back moving up to the shoulders. She pushes him away, making eye contact.

“Now now, multi task, you need to stay strong for me Mark, you’ve a job to do.”

She slips the dress down and she kicks it off. With a look to her crotch she raises an eyebrow. Mark doesn’t hesitate.

He’s on his knees, her panties moved to one side, his tongue is trying to be skilful, not desperate. He does his best and it seems for her it is enough. She pushes his head back, before moving him forward her juices are on his face, she licks her lips. His boxers have come down, he’s hard as a rock. He penetrates her, she moans. This is perfection.

To start with they make love, it slow, deliberate, her fingers brushing around his back. Soon however her grip turns rough, her nails dig into his back, scratching hard. Harder she explores, she moves him back upwards ever so slightly and maintains eye contact. Faster, harder…

Mark has never been able to hold on so long before, he’s like a machine bouncing in and out of her. She orgasmed once, twice, a third time, still Mark keeps going. On the fifth or sixth, she smiles and whispers, “Stay strong and cum”

With that he explodes into her, the relief he fills is incredible, orgasmic joy.

“Good boy Mark, that was exceptional.” Another smile. He feels faint, exhausted perhaps, it’s blurry…it’s…

Its morning, Mark awakens alone. He wanders out of the bedroom, looks around, no one is there. There is a note by the door.

‘Food in the fridge, help yourself

Be back here next Friday.

Stay Strong!’

A smirk reaches across his face, another date, another go, not even the bar, straight here. Then is dawns on him, next Friday, another week, thinking about Rebecca.

On his way out, he notices the other door again, another bedroom perhaps, it must be a 2 bed. Dismissing it he goes on his way.

Nerves wracked Marks body, he couldn’t explain why, he’s already done the deed, he’d hit the home run, this should be the enjoyable bit, a repeat performance. But here he stood outside her flat door, a bag of nerves. A knock at the door and he demeanour doesn’t rest. Rebecca opens the door, her smile beaming. She invites Mark inside, as he steps inside he sees they are not alone. Two beautiful women are standing there, their outfits barely covering their bodies, they slip them loose.

“Mark I hope you don’t mind, I met Kathrine and Lucy last night at our bar. Intriguing young women, wicked tongues.”

Kathrine, tall leggy thin, dark short hair, a smouldering look in her eyes, much like Rebecca. Lucy is smaller, her frame is dominated by her large breasts, her long blond hair and angelic face complement everything.

It’s a mix between heaven and hell. Is she actually suggesting that these beauties are going to join them? Rebecca can see the dear in headlights look Mark has on his face. She leans in, her not so well fitted dress slipping aside as the door closes.

“Now Mark, I told these vixens all about what you did for me last week and they are so looking forward to sharing you with me, now be a good boy, take off those pants and remember to Stay Strong.”

The words resonate, new confidence flows through him. He can do this, three beautiful women all for him. He takes one step forward before he’s forced back into the bedroom, pants that were between his legs are left aside, T-shirt following, three sets of hands all of his bodies. Its Rebecca directly in front of him, their mouth entwined. Her hands are behind his back, there are other hands on his arse and more still around his crotch. This is pleasure overload. He can hear her words in his head, stay strong, come on man you can do this. Before something embarrassing happens his pleasure is reduced as Rebecca takes Lucy away pinning her up against the wall much a kin Rebecca had him last week. Kathrine replaces Rebecca pushing Mark back with her hands. She slides around him, twisting him around to get a good look at the other two, all the while gently moving her hand over his hard cock as the show in front of them intensifies.

Rebecca has Lucy pinned hard against the wall, she is forceful but Lucy is clearly enjoying the moment. Rebecca fingers play with Lucy, her technique is well practiced and soon the juices start to become very visible. With a scream Lucy explodes in pleasure, it should have been too much for Mark, the show in front of him, the pleasure from Kathrine’s well skilled hands but he couldn’t reach orgasm. Somehow Kathrine kept him right on edge and as Lucy’s breathing started to calm, Kathrine released Mark and grabs Rebecca. She places Rebecca on the bench, Mark had fond memories of that bench and soon he was sure to have more. Kathrine steps her long legs over Rebecca’s head before slowly lower her over dripping lips to Rebecca’s welcoming tongue. Mark can see it all in front of him, but the large wall mirror shows a forth in the room, a recovering Lucy leads Mark by his cock over to Rebecca’s legs.

“You remember this part don’t you, Rebecca tells me you made quite the impression last time, remember her words and go again.”

With Lucy guiding him, Mark places himself at the entrance to Rebecca and penetrates her once more. It everything and more to him. The culmination of not just a week’s frustration but all frustration ever felt. Once again he starts slow, aware of the smiling brunette whose legs straddle Rebecca’s face.

Kathrine tightens her grip around Rebecca’s head and tells Mark to go faster. He increases the pace, from slow methodical love making through a rigorous thrusting to all out pounding. Rebecca has called out twice in orgasmic pleasure. She herself had brought Kathrine to a couple of crushing orgasms. But for Mark there was starting to become a worry, his pace was relentless, the need was overwhelming but he couldn’t come, he needed to hear it from her.

Kathrine stepped back off Rebecca’s face, Rebecca reached back, a hand on her bottom and another at her crotch, gently playing. Kathrine’s juices were all over Rebecca’s chin. It was probably the most erotic sight Mark had ever seen. Yet still he couldn’t cum.

“Oh poor boy.”

Lucy had been watching, playing with herself behind Mark, with one hand still inside herself she pressed herself against him, her large breast resting on his back. Marks pace had to slow and with Lucy behind him he was fully reminded of the amazing scene being played out.

“Do you need to cum, well listen to Rebecca and you may get your reward.”

Lucy looked at Rebecca who nodded.

Lucy removed her fingers from herself and with some force shoved Mark forward. He was face to face with Rebecca now who playful licked his face with her cum covered tongue. He was also exposed and with a well lubricated finger Lucy penetrated his arsehole. He was still inside Rebecca moving in slow short bursts. Rebecca look him in the eyes, those eyes of hers were penetrating him deeper than the finger in his bottom.

“Now Mark, Stay strong and cum!”

The relief, the power, the pleasure. It was too much, it was incredible. There were four people all connected, from Lucy’s finger in Mark’s arse, his cock in Rebecca’s pussy and her fingers inside Kathrine. It was an image that would stay for him forever. But his focus, all of his focus was on Rebecca, that lovely face. Those powerful eyes. Again he felt faint. Again he….

This time when he wakes he isn’t alone. Rebecca is seated, already dressed in a business like suit. She smiles at him.

“Welcome back. That was some performance. Would you like to do it again?”

Mark can feel himself stirring again. Rebecca leans into him, her hand pressing against his hardening cock.

“Ah ah…not yet, no if you want to play with me again, you’ll have to wait till next Friday. Oh and if you’re really lucky I might bring some more friends with me.”

She placed her lips against his and gave him a small kiss. He felt himself drifting back off to sleep. When he awoke again much later, she was gone. The same message on the fridge.

It was the same process, he went to work, he didn’t do any work, he thought about Rebecca. Occasionally he would think of Kathrine and Lucy but they didn’t penetrate his thoughts as deeply and he would always come back to Rebecca.

When Friday came he returned to her flat. This time it was just the two of them. He should be disappointed, but part of him knew that he only wanted to be with Rebecca that he had stayed so strong just for her.

It was like the first time, the two of them on the bench, their bodies showing a perfect reflection in the mirror. He felt himself getting closer and closer, but never close enough to finish. She pulled him in close, her hands gripping his arse. A finger probing his arsehole, before slowly slipping inside. A brief flash of before, Lucy’s delicate finger, his cock, Rebecca’s hands on Kathrine… Still it was enough until.

“Stay strong and cum!”

As before it was bliss. He came hard into her. She slowly removed the finger from his behind. He started to feel faint again, he tried to hand on but as before he slowly passed out.

This continued for the next few weeks, he would come round on Friday having spent the entire week a nervous wreck. He didn’t quite know how he’d managed to string his bosses along with his sub-par work but it was working for now. He really didn’t care, he wasn’t strong for them, he was strong for Rebecca. It didn’t change much. He would turn up, they would move over to the bench before the mirror and he would fuck her. The only slight change came at the end. She would still penetrate him but how changed. First it was one finger, then two, then a third. Until finally it wasn’t her penetrating him directly but instead using a toy. A short thin device with a handy grip for her to position into his bottom.

He should be dismayed but with her it was so enjoyable. It was starting to seem that he couldn’t come without it, well it and those words.

“Stay strong and cum!”

Each time she said it, she looked him in the eyes, her eyes were beautiful he felt himself sinking into them as he came.

He was getting better at staying conscious at the end as well. First he’d only be out for an hour or so before finally he managed to stay through the aftermath. Rebecca was most pleased with this.

Before she showed him out, she presented him with something. It was a butt plug.

“Now Mark, I want you to wear this for me, all this week. It’s designed perfectly to help keep you on edge.”

Marks expression was wide, he was already on edge every time he was away from her, this…was this too much.

“If you can be a good boy for me and wear this all week, come next Friday I might have a gift for you, a gift like Kathrine and Lucy.”

The memories came flooding back, he was instantly hard again. He went to take the plug from her but she pulled it away. He looked confused before she gently turned him around, bent him forward, pulled down his pants and eased the plug into him.

“Now be a good boy, keep that in there for me and remember to stay strong.”

Mark pulled his pant back up and left, walking with the plug inside him was difficult but he would do it for her.

Rebecca smiled, he was hers but she knew more would be needed to make him ready, the next step was vital.

A reprimand, an official sit down with his boss and his bosses’ boss. Sat in a small closet of an office while two men tell him, he’s not been good enough. A sit made slightly more uncomfortable by the plug sitting three inches up inside his rectum. That doesn’t stop him squirming in his chair, trying to put a little more pressure on his prostate, a little more enjoyment. The entire time these tired old men drag him through the mud he’s just thinking about Rebecca. Her skin, her touch, her eyes…he’s lost.

“Dammit man, pay attention, this is exactly why you’re in here in the first place. Your work is falling behind and you barely look there at all. Either pull it together or we’ll be saying goodbye.”

Mark couldn’t lose his job. It wasn’t because of the loss he’d already faced, he wasn’t desperately holding on because his psyche couldn’t take another hit. No, he was doing it for Rebecca, she’d asked him to stay, when all he wanted to do was spend time with her. Each week just another boredom induced stay until Friday.

Today was Friday, but he had to get this nonsense out of the way first. Soon he’s be back with Rebecca, she had promised him a surprise if he kept his plug in place. It hadn’t come out, not once.

Finally he was free from this place and making his way up town to Rebecca’s flat. She invited him in, this time was different, usually it had been straight to the fun sexy times but she was still dressed well, a glass of champagne in her hand, she was handing him one as well. It was sweet, tasted divine, expensive no doubt.

“Now Mark, have you been a good boy for me, stayed strong all week and kept….Ah yes I see you have.”

Her spare hand had drifted around him, feeling through the fabric of his underwear, the plug was still there, she knew it would be.

She made him wait, almost two hours, they ate and drank. He was enchanted by her, but he wanted her so badly.

“Now Mark, its time. In the bedroom you will find two treats. One is called Nicole, the other is called Claire. They are two beautiful women and they are very interested to meet you but know this, they love to watch but don’t worry when the time comes they will come play.”

Rebecca led Mark through, his clothes were already falling to the floor. Rebecca expertly undressed, a few buttons were released and she seemed to slip from her suit. Inside the room there was no lie. Nicole and Clair were beautiful….for what he could see. Nicole was thrusting away at Claire with a strap on toy. The two women were on the bed, their bodies’ entwined. Upon entry they stopped, Nicole smiled a wicked smile at Mark, Claire was a little more unkempt lust in her eyes.

Claire used the interruption to remove the toy from herself and leverage Nicole onto her back, Claire’s fingers quickly finding their target.

It was another show, another amazing event. Rebecca was now playing with Mark while he stood wide eyed. He’d come in to see one woman dominating another and now the roles were reversed. Claire had picked up a spare toy, attached it and was forcing the plastic toy down Nicole’s throat, lubricating it for its eventual destination.

It was at this point Rebecca led Mark to the bench, to repeat their performance. Slightly disappointed to leave the show, Mark was however easily persuaded that something better was about to happen. Something he had now done many times.

Soon the lesbians in the background were forgotten, an afterthought not worth thinking about, not while he was deep inside Rebecca, while she a group of fingers inside him. It was coming, he could feel it. Soon the words would be spoken and he would come.

But the words didn’t come, instead Rebecca removed her fingers, Mark looked down at her, her eyes looked into him.

“Now your surprise, look up and open wide.”

He looked up, in front of him Nicole stood, her strap on just centre meters from his lips. He hesitate, starring at the plastic, he didn’t want this. Rebecca squeezed ever so gently. His mouth opened and Nicole thrust in. He could taste something sweet, clearly the juices of Claire. Where was Claire, he couldn’t look around, but he didn’t need to. He felt her, the plastic slick with Nicole’s juices pushed into him, already loosened from weeks of fingers and toys. He felt so full and then like a well worked engine they moved together, as Nicole moved in, Claire moved out and vice versa. This moved Mark into Rebecca and the four of them were one perfect fucking machine.

5 minutes of the most unusual sexual experimentation and Rebecca grabbed Mark by the nipples, gently teasing them.

“Now, Stay strong and cum!”

He was strong, he came strongly. It was the most intense experience, after a few weeks ago with Katherine and Lucy he thought nothing would top that but this. Three women, two of them fucking him while he fucked this goddess below him. It was perfect. He soon lost consciousness.

The bed, the morning, he was sore, his arsehole had become accustom to the butt plug, not the 6 inches of strap on that had filled him last night. Once more Rebecca was gone. Another note.

‘Bad news my love

I won’t be around next Friday,

But Nicole and Claire loved their time with you

They’d like a repeat performance

Same time, same place.

Please do it…

For me.

Stay Strong!’

Mark wasn’t sure. He wanted Rebecca but he had fun with Nicole and Claire. He had a week to decide.

It wasn’t much passed Monday morning when he’d made his mind up, a weekend of deliberation was punctuated by memories of the two pumping in and out of him. Anyway it was what Rebecca wanted and that was what was important to Mark. He’d do it…for her.

By Friday he was a quivering mess. Anxious to see the ladies, ready for a repeat performance.

When he arrived they were already waiting. A look of annoyance on their face. It’s clear they had been enjoying each other’s company during the afternoon and now Mark had interrupt. Wasn’t this what they wanted?

They dragged him unceremoniously into the bedroom. He was in his usual position, hard as a rock bent over the bench, except this time Rebecca wasn’t there. Both ladies stood in front of him, don’t move he was instructed, it’s time for our fun. Both had toys attached to their hips. They seemed longer without Rebecca here to guide him. Maybe 7 inches long, a good couple inches wide.

“Well they won’t lubricate themselves boy, get to work. Remember this is what Rebecca wanted.”

They were right, it was what she wanted and Mark didn’t want to displease Rebecca. He went to work. He was unskilled and sloppy, unlike last time when the ladies had position him, they let him do all the work. He went as he imagine others had gone at him, long licks of the shaft followed by sucking it into his mouth. He alternate, from one to the other. They looked down on him, wicked smiles.

Finally Nicole had enough, took her strap on away to be replaced solely by Claire. Claire grabbed his head, held him still.

“Now my boy, last week was a nice little introduction, let us show you how you really fuck.”

One the word fuck Nicole, Mark’s spread cheeks in hand, pushed back into his asshole. He felt full again. It was amazing, it was like how he had fucked Rebecca, starting slowly before increasing the pace.

Over the next hour the two girls changed. The first time he went ass to mouth he was unsure but soon any inhibitions had gone. He was a fuck and suck deviant now. He felt like he should of cum twice, maybe thrice but no release came.

“Oh poor boy, you’ve been red and angry down there for an hour with no end in sight, but don’t worry.”

Claire had pulled out from his mouth, the sight of him in the mirror, tongue out desperately reaching for Claire’s plastic cock. Nicole thrusting in and out with ferocity. Claire picked up her bag, inside was a phone.

“Oops, three missed calls, seems we were a little long.”

She pressed the call back button on the phone, before walking back in front of Mark. He swallowed the toy again while Claire held the phone to Mark’s ear, it was Rebecca.

“Oh how is my brave boy doing, have those nasty dominatrix’s fucked you into oblivion yet and with no reward in site, well don’t worry, they tell me you’ve done amazing and that pleases me no end. You like pleasing me don’t you Mark? Well you’ve stayed so strong for me, now cum for me.”

Cum shot out from Mark’s cock, no one had touched him all evening, yet spirt after spirt came out of him. Finally he stopped desperately clinging on to consciousness. He failed, slipping away, the two women holding him up, strap on’s still inside him.

When Mark woke he was sore, so very sore. Every muscle in his body ache, yet he laid there, smiling away to himself. It was the most fantastic experience and what pleased him most was how much his performance had pleased Rebecca.

He felt complete at her approval, still there was a slight doubt, a little worry nagging at him. He hadn’t actually seen her, just spoken. She wasn’t here, he’d fucked with two other women. Well more accurately they had fucked him, that wasn’t right was it.

There was another note.

‘How is my brave boy this morning?

You were so good for me last night

You pleased me so much

Don’t be troubled

Be happy that you please me

Next Friday it’ll be just us

You can wait for me can’t you?

You just have to Stay Strong!’

Calm washed over Mark, last night was amazing, there was nothing wrong with that, he was pleasing the women he loved, there is no greater reward than that. He would do anything for her.

Over the next few weeks Mark spent 5 days in excruciating expectation, 1 day of ecstasy and 1 day recovering from it. First it was more repeat experiences with Rebecca. The same as it was, 1 on 1 usually with his butt plug inside him, but sometimes something else, something longer. One time she affixed a double ended dildo to them, one inside her, one inside him. He came hard on her stomach that day.

Soon he was seeing more of Claire and Nicole, it was more like their last experience that their first. Rebecca would be their sometimes but when the Girls fucked him she wasn’t involved, not until it was time for Mark to cum. Sometimes it was quick, well if twenty minutes can be quick. It seemed mercilessly short compared to long, 1, 2 hours of rhythmic pumping into his ass and mouth. They would swap keep it fresh, not just ends, but different toys. Some were wider, longer, shorter, narrower, ribbed, but it was always the same, working him into a frenzy. With each event, less and less he had doubts, he trusted Rebecca and what more he adored her. Everything she said he did.

Mark was putty in her hands, ready to be moulded for the next step. His trigger words reinforcing her control over him, it was time to escalate things.

When he entered the flat he was surprised, Rebecca was their looking every bit the personification of classy, but she was flank either side by towering beauties, each comfortable over 6ft, they were athletically built and beautiful.

“Oh Mark, it’s a bad news, good news situation, Claire and Nicole couldn’t make it, but I ran into some old friends and they were more than willing to help out. This is Simona and Terri, they have certain fondness for guys like yourself. They are interesting people but we’re not really here to get to know each other, are we ladies?”

On the question the two ladies took control, moving towards Mark. He was a tall guy, but they both looked down on him. Their hands were quickly removing his and their clothes. Rebecca locked eye contact with Mark, as Simona took her by the hand, guiding her down onto her knees. It was only when he noticed the Simona’s panties were bulging that he realised the situation he was in. Rebecca knelt, as Simona released her growing cock. Rebecca smiles at Mark, nodding to Terri, before playfully licking the cock. She encouraged it to its full length before taking it into her mouth.

Mark was transfixed and slightly torn, when it was playing with the ladies it was ok, but this he wasn’t sure. He disposition was about to be challenged further as Terri took her que from Rebecca and started to guide a naked Mark to his knees. As he past her perfect breasts he stared at her angelic face, a lusty smile on her face. She guided his head level with her crotch before pulling down her panties. Her already grown cock springing out and hitting Mark on the cheek.

“Suck!”

The command was strong, Mark looked up, her face wasn’t hard, he wasn’t being forced he had the choice didn’t he?

“Listen Mark, you love Rebecca don’t you, you’d do anything for her. Well look at her, look at how much she is enjoying Simona’s cock, if it’s good enough for her, then it must be good enough for you?”

It made sense, perfect sense. Mark wouldn’t reject something Rebecca herself is doing. He turned back to Terri’s long cock, it seem fatter than Simona’s but shorter, maybe 6 inches. He took a deep breathe. He could hear Rebecca’s voice in his head, just stay strong, you can do this. He leans forward, his tongue pocking forth from his lips. He attempts a tentative lick but it’s more of a prod, but it’s enough, he’s braver second time a proper lick of the shaft. This was no different to taking plastic cock from Claire or Nicole. He opened his mouth wider, taking in the head of Simona’s cock, he tasted the pre cum on the end of her dick, this was it, he was a proper cock sucker now.

Rebecca watched with pride, she had ended her show once she knew Mark was concentrating on Terri cock. Simona move alongside Terri and the two of them shared Mark. Rebecca slowly played with his cock and balls, getting him hard, reinforcing this thought, cock sucking makes his cock hard. Cock sucking was good, it was pleasure.

“Ok Ladies that’s enough foreplay, let’s get serious.”

Mark knew what was coming, but he was still disappointed when the cocks went away, he so wanted to please Rebecca, he knew now that he could do that by assuming the position.

He entered the bedroom, Rebecca was already lying on the bench, the sight in the mirror of her slowly licking Simona’s balls, her cock sticking directly out. Mark moved over to Rebecca, her lower lips already wet, he entered her with ease and in one well exercised motion opened his mouth and took Simona cock into his waiting mouth. She was longer than Terri but not as wide, he caressed the head in his mouth, his tongue circling around the shaft. He was slowly thrusting into Rebecca but soon the pace was taken out of his hands. His butt plug was removed and Terri’s fat cock was thrust into his waiting asshole. They moved as one, it was as it was with Claire and Nicole, just this time they were really cocks.

The girls were really enjoying themselves, this fine piece of man between then. Rebecca had her enjoyment and when the girls went to switch she removed herself from Mark who was lost in a haze but well trained enough not to move as Terri came around to his mouth and Simona’s long cock entered his ass. Mark strained, it was a feeling he was used to. His balls were full, his cock ached swaying with each thrust from behind him, his now skilled tongue working the new sensation of cock in his mouth. Rebecca leaned in, whispering into his ear as he worked.

“On my boy, how good you are. I’m looking at two experience fucking machines that are struggling to contain themselves. Your mouth and ass are working in tandem to bring them to the edge. But they want to come with you, they want to fill you from both ends as you spurt on to the bench. Well my boy, cum for me.”

On queue he erupted from his cock. His cum almost reached Terri feet as it shoots downward. The two girls had held on long enough and together shot into him. Mark does his best but with cum shooting up inside his rectum and down his throat, is too much for him. Its pleasure and sensation overload. Terri cock shoots its last spurts over his face as she pulls back. Simona pulls her cock out of his ass and he falls to the bench. He tries hard, he retains his consciousness but the feeling is too much and soon he falls into a blissful sleep.

Rebecca looks down on the sleeping fool below her, he has a smile on his face, so content with what has happened to him. Simona approaches, freshly cleaned up.

“He must be ready then, time to send him off?”

“No, not yet, I’ve one more stage to go before I’m confident that he is willing to do anything I ask of him.”

Simona smiles a knowing smile, Rebecca was such a bitch, but with those eyes simply irresistible.

‘Come here next week,

I have one final surprise for you

Before I know truly that you are the one

Soon. Stay strong!’

The note was more curt than usual, but Mark barely noticed, it was routine now. He was given instruction by Rebecca. He noticed that his usual butt plug had been replaced, this was wider, longer and jet black. He felt uncomfortable going in, but he persisted, he knew that this was what Rebecca wanted, he obviously needed something wider for his final surprise…

It was a tough week for Mark, people were talking, first colleagues, then neighbours, he had missed calls from friends who were worried. They didn’t understand, he pushed them away for her.

Come Wednesday the inevitable happened. Fired!

It was unsurprising to Mark or to anyone, when the boss’s boss informed him he merely shrugged. What did it matter, he had Rebecca. She would know what to do. He didn’t want to but he broke protocol. He went and saw her, two days early.

When he arrived at the flat he realised he didn’t have the key with him, he must have forgotten it. He knocked and waited. And waited. Finally Rebecca answered the door, she looked angry. Those perfect facial features, screwed themselves out. Mark quickly explained himself, apologizing every step of the way.

Of course Rebecca knew this would happen, she was slightly surprised he was brazen enough to come out of sequence. Still she didn’t let him in and he wouldn’t see Claire and Nicole working their magic on some other plaything in the bedroom.

Rebecca reassured him that by Friday, she would have a solution to all of Mark’s worries, as well as a special surprise.

Mark left happy. Rebecca was more so, he was a mere step away from his new life.

This was the day, Mark’s day. In just 3 months, he’d gone from loser sitting at home moping about his ex, to an exciting and fantastic relationship with a wonderful woman. Mark was in heaven. It didn’t bother him that he only saw here one day a week, it built the anticipation. It didn’t bother him that she slept with other people, she involved him too. It didn’t bother him that he’d sucked cock and been fucked in the ass, he was experiencing new things. It didn’t even bother him that he had 3 inches of plastic permanently up his ass, except when fucking, it allowed him to be more comfortable for the fucking. He would do it all, anything, everything for Rebecca.

So when he opened the door and she was sat once again flanked by towering beauties he smiled. The fact that these beauties were called Hank and Tony didn’t faze him. Her reassuring smile and those eyes.

“I know this is a lot for you Mark but I want you to trust me, Terri and Simona are great, but there’s nothing like the feel of a powerful muscular man taking control of you. Hank and Tony know exactly what they are doing, so why don’t you go through to the bedroom, I’ll be through in a moment.”

Mark held out his hands, Hank took one, Tony the other, the three men smiled at each other. Hank and Tony knew what they were getting, they always knew with Rebecca. Sometimes they were doubtful, but not this fool, he was far too gone. He’d of jump off a bridge if she asked him too, so getting fucked by two 6ft6 black guys with cocks the size of snakes was nothing to him now. The transition was natural.

Mark assumed the position, Hank simple stood in front of Mark, no effort made but Mark knew what he was doing. He took the 8 inch python into his mouth. Tony pulled out the wider butt plug, Rebecca was so thoughtful. Before his asshole had time to revert to natural shape he pushed the head of his 9 incher into Mark. He moaned a little, they all did.

Soon it was as it was before, Mark spit roast by two cocks. It didn’t matter if they were plastic, on women or on men. He did it for Rebecca.

Rebecca didn’t follow them into the bedroom, instead she went into the second room. Inside it was small, lit entirely by the lit of the main bedroom, the one way glass mirror letting light in. There was a camera recording the spectacle at hand. Their always was.

A man turned and smiled.

“Another fine success Rebecca, he’s perfect for our client out in Indonesia. Ready willing and able. When will you give the word?”

She smiled, it was false. She did not like this man, or the business he did, but he paid incredible well. 6 or 7 figures per trained slave. Rebecca just enjoyed the game, she usually had 3 on the go at anyone time. Mark had almost met one on Wednesday; that would have messed things up. Her hypnotic ability help these men become completely devoted to her. That illusion allowed her to get them to do anything for her. So when she tells him that he is to do whatever the man beside her tells him and that Mark is doing it for her, he will. He’ll live out his life as a plaything for some Far East playboy/playgirl billionaire.

The final step was always the same, moving control to another while making it sound like she would always be in control.

She exited and went into the bedroom, Hank was now pounding into Mark’s not so tight ass as Tony enjoyed a sloppy blowjob.

“Mark my dear, you’ve came to me like a lost little bird and I have mended you. In the other room there is a man who is going to solve all your problems, he’s going to take you away and make you very happy. You will do whatever he says, as if I had said it. If you do this for me, then I will give you a gift.”

The words hung, Mark was shocked and he didn’t want to leave Rebecca. But how could he turn her down, after everything she had done for him. He nodded around Tony’s cock.

“That’s my boy. Now no longer will my words make you come. You stayed so strong for me, now you must be strong for another, whomever fucks you will control this, as if it came from me.”

She nodded to Hank, who leaned over him whispering into his ear.

“Come for me my little sissy boy!”

Mark came. As before he shot again and again. Tony unloaded on to his face covering him, Mark was covered in man spunk. Tony pushed his head down as Hank pulled out of him.

“Clean this up boy, you do as you’re told.”

It should have frightened him, but it didn’t. For Mark he was just obeying orders as if they came from Rebecca herself. This was his reward for being a good boy and staying strong!