The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 16

Ten days after Caroline’s visit I turned twenty-one. There was no big party, or anything; Richard took me out for a drink, so I could show the waiter my ID and have my first legal beer. Then he took me home to see how close he could get me to twenty-one orgasms. Not all that close, really; I passed out around number twelve or thirteen, and was late for work the next day. It was a lot of fun trying, though. Definitely beats spankings. Though those can be fun, too.

Arlene and Jack had promised me a celebration at their place, but conflicting schedules meant that this took place a few days after my birthday, on the following Friday night. I was looking forward to it, but at the last moment got the disappointing news that Richard couldn’t go.

“Sorry, Susie,” he told me, stroking my hair. “I’ve got some work that needs finishing up by Monday. I’ll make it up to you.”

I hugged him tightly. Before, I’d never been clingy. Now... “Master, we could call Jack and Arlene and ask them to reschedule.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said, giving me a quick kiss. “It’s only a couple of hours away; much too late to call it off. And you’ve been looking forward to it. You should go.”

So I ended up going by myself, a situation that was now unfamiliar. In a way, it was strange. After all, Arlene and Jack were really my friends; why shouldn’t I see them without Richard? But I hated going anywhere without him. A slave without a master is a kind of useless thing.

Arlene and Jack took Richard’s absence in stride. They welcomed me in, took my jacket—the evening was cool—and seated me in the living room with a glass of wine and a plate of cookies to nibble. I kicked off my shoes and curled up on their couch while they sat facing me. Arlene had hung up a banner that said “Happy 21st, Susie!” I wondered if her use of my slave name was unconscious or deliberate.

I had hardly been over at their place all summer, so I looked around with some interest. It was a furnished two-bedroom place (since it had originally been intended for me and Arlene); one room was basically unused, with a bed but nothing much else. Like Richard’s place, there was a little kitchenette, separated from the living room by a counter, but they had a little dining room area as well. I recognized posters on the walls from Arlene’s room back at the dorm, and the random bits of clutter were no doubt hers as well; Jack’s dorm room had always looked surgically clean.

We drank wine and chatted a bit. Arlene was louder than usual, and knocked back a couple of glasses of wine in quick succession. I wondered what she was nervous about. Maybe she was still uneasy about my new status with Richard. Jack seemed unaffected, asking me about my job and what classes I planned to take in the new school year.

“OK!” Arlene broke in brightly in the middle of one of Jack’s sentences. “Time for presents!”

Jack shot her a look, but he got up and went into the empty bedroom, returning with a small stack of wrapped packages.

“Wow!” I laughed as he set them down in front of me. “You shouldn’t have. These are too much.”

“Well, they’re not very big,” Arlene said deprecatingly. “Still, open them!”

I opened them. Arlene and Jack were both college students without a lot of disposable income, but they’d been very generous. Three cans of tennis balls, always useful. A lovely blank journal. A scarf that went well with my winter coat. A bottle of scented bubble-bath.

The last package was small, but heavy and oddly shaped. I shook it and was rewarded by a small, metallic rattling sound.

“Hmmm. Ball bearings?” I guessed.

“Well, I knew you didn’t have any,” Arlene said. “Open it!”

I ripped open the paper, and two small metal objects fell to the floor with a clank. I picked them up. It was a pair of metal handcuffs, padded inside, and a ring that had two keys on it.

“From me, as you might have guessed,” Arlene said, grinning. “Be sure to put one of the keys somewhere safe. Nothing worse than losing the keys and having to call 911.”

I glanced at her slyly. “Do you speak from experience?” I asked, turning the cuffs over in my hands.

“Perhaps,” Arlene said loftily, then grinned again.

“Well, I’m sure Richard will be delighted with them,” I said. “Thank you both, very much! This is all just great.”

“Actually,” Arlene said, sounding suddenly nervous again, “there is one more thing. It’s in the spare room. C’mon, I’ll show you.”

I got up obligingly, the carpet springy under my bare feet, and followed her into the next room, saying “You already got me more than you should have. Those handcuffs were probably expensive.”

“I get a volume discount,” Arlene said. “Here we are.”

I looked around the room. I didn’t see another present; there was nothing in the room except a double bed and a dresser.

“Is it in the dresser? Or the closet?” I asked.

“Not exactly,” Arlene answered. She cleared her throat. “It’s time for Susie’s birthday surprise.”

I was about to ask her what the hell she was talking about, when I discovered that I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. A strange lassitude, heavy as a coat of lead, descended on me. I swayed a bit on my feet, but was able to remain standing. In what was left of my thoughts, I realized that it was all a set-up: Richard had only pretended he couldn’t go; he’d no doubt put this post-hypnotic suggestion in my subconscious long before...

“Susie,” Arlene was saying. It was strange to hear that name from her lips. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” I answered dreamily. Of course I could hear her.

“Richard said that you’d be willing...to do what we asked. That you wanted to. Is that right?”

The question revolved in my sluggish brain. “Yes,” I answered again. Richard was clearly OK with this. That was all that mattered.

I sensed suddenly that Jack was in the doorway behind me, but it was too much work to turn and look.

“I’ll get it set up,” he said to Arlene, while I swayed there, oblivious. “Just give me a minute.”

“Right,” she said, looking at me. She licked her lips.

There was a brief pause—I don’t know how long—while things happened around me. Then Arlene spoke to me.

“You were naked in front of us before. Would you do that again?”

It was more of a question than a command, but I obeyed anyway. My hands rose slowly to my blouse and began undoing buttons one by one. It’s amazing what your body can do without your conscious will. My blouse fell open along the front. I tugged it out of the waistband of my skirt and let it slither off of my shoulders and arms to the floor. Next came the button and zipper on the side of my skirt, and that slipped away as well, easy as a dream.

“Have her turn this way,” came Jack’s voice behind me.

“Susie,” Arlene said. “Turn around. Face towards Jack.”

I obeyed without thought. I could see, but not really pay attention to what was around me. Jack was still near the door, making adjustments to some object standing there; my mind slid over it without interest. Instead, I found the front clasp of my bra and opened it, letting the bra fall to the floor. My breasts hung free. I started reaching for my panties.

“Hold it for a minute, Susie,” Arlene said. She had circled around to remain in front of me. I obediently paused. “You have such beautiful tits. Can you hold them for us?”

My hands rose to cup my tits. I felt the warmth, distantly. It felt good. My nipples were starting to tighten against my palms.

“That’s nice. Now, knead them gently. Stroke them for us.”

My hands began to lightly squeeze and release. I extended my fingers and delicately drew them over my erect nipples, then around the aureoles. This feeling wasn’t distant. It felt damned good. Warmth began spreading outward, and my pussy began to moisten. My mind might be out to lunch, but my body was definitely getting turned on.

“Can you reach your nipple with your tongue?”

I raised my breasts and tilted my head down, extending my tongue. I could just manage to flick the tip of a nipple, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I licked at it for a few seconds, then worked on the other one. Tingles were radiating from my chest, merging with the warmth spreading from between my legs. I heard a low moan, then realized it was myself.

“OK,” Arlene said after a bit. “Now, finish undressing.”

I released my tits and slid my fingers into the waistband of my panties. The crotch was already damp with my arousal. I tugged them down over my hips, then off, stepping out of them unsteadily. My head felt light, like it was floating. What little of my mind was left could do nothing but observe, dreamily. I was helpless; but it was not an unpleasant sensation.

“You’re so beautiful,” Arlene whispered.

I just stood there, accepting.

“Look at me,” Arlene commanded. I focussed my eyes on her. Sometime when I hadn’t been paying attention she had removed her own clothing. I had seen her body before many times, in the years we had roomed together; but I’d never really looked at it. She was short and slight; her long black hair was tied back from her face, and her dark eyes bored into mine as if to devour me. Her breasts were small but perfect little cones, tipped with dark brown nipples; her slim waist flared into subtly-curved hips. The hair between her legs was sparse and dark. I could see the glistening redness of her pussy. She was aroused, too. Aroused by watching me.

She stepped forward and reached out, hesitantly, to touch my left breast. I didn’t move—she hadn’t told me to move—but another involuntary moan slipped out. It felt good; her warm hand, touching my skin. Bolder, Arlene reached out both hands and began to caress me.

“Does this feel good, Susie?” she asked.

“Yessss...” I whispered.

“Do you want me to keep touching you?”

“Yes!” I moaned. I didn’t want her ever to stop.

She moved closer, her arms going around me. Her hand stroked over my shoulders, down my back; she gripped my ass and pulled me closer. The tip of her breast touched my side.

“Kiss me!” she said, half whispering, tilting her chin up. I leaned my head down and kissed her, my eyes closed. Her lips moved against mine, soft and warm, then parted slightly. Her tongue touched my lips, and I opened to let it in. Our tongues met briefly, then longer, moving against each other. She pressed her body against mine, hands wandering over me.

“I can’t believe how hot this is.” Jack’s voice floated through the dreamy haze of my mind.

Arlene withdrew for a moment. “And you’re just watching!” she said. Then, to me: “Touch me!”

My arms had been hanging loosely at my sides. Now I raised them to her body. I caught her face between my hands and kissed her again, deeply. Her eyes were closed. I stroked my hands down the back of her neck, over her shoulders and upper arms; then down further, onto her small, firm tits. Her breath drew in sharply, and she pressed them into my hands. I’d never fondled another girl, but I knew what I liked, so I began to gently knead them, then drew my fingers in to tug lightly at the nipples. Arlene moaned. I twisted her nipples between my fingers and she gasped, her hands going to my own breasts and returning the favor. We stood there, it seemed for a long time, touching each other and kissing. After a while she pulled back slightly and leaned forward. The difference in our heights made it easy for her mouth to find my tit and suck the nipple.

A low groaning came continuously from my throat; my head rolled back loosely on my neck as pleasure filled me. My best friend was sucking my breasts, and I loved it. It went on for a timeless while, as she switched from one to the other and then back while my body throbbed with pleasure and my pussy throbbed with need. Eventually she stopped and backed up a step, then sat on the edge of the bed.

“Susie,” Arlene said, her voice trembling as she spread her legs wide. “You want to lick me. You need to lick me and make me come.”

An instant later I was between her legs. My mind might still be drifting in sleep, but my body was wide awake and revved up. I smelled the spicy scent of her—like me, and yet different—and then my tongue extended and I drew the long, delicate tip over her warm flesh.

Arlene gasped, and moaned in pleasure. I’d never eaten a woman out before, but I’d had it done to me many times, and I knew what I was doing. I found the tight nub of her clit and flicked my tongue over it, teasingly, then moved away and set up a steady rhythm nearby. A finger slipped into her, then a second; I crooked them up insider her, searching for the right spot. Another gasp told me when I’d found it. I was focussed as only someone in a trance can be. Pleasuring Arlene was all that mattered. I could sense her orgasm coming, and pushed her towards it strongly.

It must have only taken a minute or two. Arlene’s moans had gotten louder and louder, and her hips were rocking against my mouth. Suddenly, she made a strangled sound and screamed, falling back onto the bed, her body convulsing. I kept up my rhythm, helping her through the waves of pleasure that were rocking through her. Then her climax was over, and I paused, breathing deeply the scent of satisfied womanhood.

I could have knelt there a long time, but warm hands grasped my upper arms and raised me to my feet. I was stretched out on the mattress. My hands were drawn above my head, and something hard clicked around my wrists. Handcuffs. Warm skin was touching mine, and then I was kissing someone new: Jack, now, naked as well against me. The tip of his hard cock touched my leg as he shifted position and began kissing and licking my taut nipples, sending out waves of renewed pleasure. His technique was different from Arlene’s, and from Richard’s, but it felt good. A hand tilted my chin the other way, and I was kissing Arlene this time, her tongue tasting my mouth, which must still bear the imprint of her own sex. She licked her way down my body, pausing to exchange a long kiss with Jack, then moving on. Hands drew my legs far apart. Then her tongue was there, boring into me, and I moaned aloud again. In my entranced state it seemed beyond me to form words, but her name was running over and over through my brain: Arlene, Arlene, Arlene, like the beating of my pulse. Jack started suckling at my tits, and I thought, Jack. Arlene. Jack. Arlene. Arlene. Arlene.

I came with a sudden, sharp intensity that took my fogged mind by surprise and left me drifting without thought on a cloud of ecstasy. It must have been a while before I returned to some minimal awareness of myself. My hands hand been released. I was lying on my back on the swaying bed. My eyes had been open, sightlessly. It took a little while to understand what I was seeing now. At length the image resolved itself, and I realized that Jack and Arlene were lying next to me, with Jack on top, fucking with urgent energy.

Arlene turned her head and smiled at me. “Kiss me, Susie,” she said. “Kiss us both...”

I rolled on my side and pressed my body against them. My lips found Arlene’s for a long, soulful kiss. Then I turned and met Jack’s kiss, hotter, more insistent. He was the only one who hadn’t gotten off yet, and he was very close. We held the kiss, jaws working, while his hips pumped into Arlene and she began to moan, “Oh, God, yes, Jack, yes, do it! Fuck me!” Then he broke the kiss and began to gasp himself, “Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” as he came inside her. A sympathetic ripple of their pleasure ran through me, and I felt myself melting into the bed, into the darkness that had been around me for so long.

When I woke, I was back on the sofa in the living room. I was fully dressed. Arlene was also dressed, sitting opposite me, looking...fearful.

“Are you all right?” she asked, softly.

“I’m...good,” I said, slowly and blearily taking stock. “I feel...very good.” It was true. Dazed, but good.

Relaxing slightly, she smiled. “Me too. Wow!”

I shook my head to clear it and looked around. “Where’s Jack?”

“He’s in the other room. I think he feels a bit self-conscious.”

“Huh. Me too.” I blinked at her. “You told me...Jack said he wanted to do a threesome with us...”

“Yeah,” Arlene nodded, “I did. But I never told you what my reaction was.”

I shook my head again. “I had no idea that you felt that way.”

“Well...you’re not the only one with secrets.” She looked at me a bit anxiously. “Please...I hope I haven’t ruined everything with us.”

I thought about it for a moment. “Of course you haven’t.”

“It was...that time when we went over to your place. Richard hypnotized you, and let us ask you questions. So I asked you...how you would feel about that.” Her cheeks reddened. “You took it totally in stride. Said it was up to Richard. But then, the way you kissed me later...I thought, maybe you would like it on your own account. So I talked to Richard about it.” She coughed slightly to clear her throat. “Tell Richard...that I’m ready to reciprocate. If he wants. Jack is OK with it.”

“Huh,” I said, not sure how I felt. “I’ll tell him.” After a pause, I got to my feet a bit unsteadily. “I guess I should go home.”

“I guess.” Arlene got up, too, and handed me a small shopping bag. “Don’t forget your presents. And, oh yeah,” she turned and picked up something else. “This is for Richard,” she said, handing it to me. It was a videotape. I felt my own cheeks heating.

I accepted it and stuck it in the bag. “I’ll give it to him.”

Arlene walked me to the door. As I was about to leave, she rose up on her toes and kissed my cheek. “Happy birthday, Susan!”

I turned back, put my arms around her and pulled her against me. The kiss we shared wasn’t as hot as the ones we’d had earlier, but it was definitely not sisterly. “Thanks, Arlene!”

Richard was there when I got home, of course. He rose when I walked in.

“Susie,” he said quietly. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” I said. I set the bag of presents down. “You know what happened, of course.”

“Yeah,” he said.

I nudged the bag with my toe. “There’s a tape.”

“Oh,” he said, looking a little surprised. “Well. We can look at it later, if you want.”

“Maybe,” I said.

There was an awkward pause. I walked towards him and put my arms around him, hugging him fiercely. He held me, warm and safe.

“I’m yours,” I whispered. Then, more loudly, “I’m yours!”

Richard rocked me. “Of course you are, Susie. You’re only mine. You always will be.”

“Always,” I said. “Always.”