Taking Total Control: A Mesmerizing Bundle

by Nadia Nightside

  But inside, no one could be found. Joan set her bags down, a bit surprised. Had Warren left already?

  Faucets in the master bath suddenly turned off. Edith walked out from the master bedroom, wiping her luscious mouth dry. Her face lit up with a smile.

  “Hi, baby!”

  Edith had a penchant for flirty, tiny skirts and colorful tights. Today was no different—a taupe skirt over blue tights. She wore heels around the home—she loved heels, after several fights with her father as a teenager when he wouldn’t allow her to wear anything more liberal than a straitjacket—and her pair today had tiny sparkling buckles. The light blouse she wore was open several buttons down, and she toyed with the buttons absently, perhaps considering whether it was truly worth it to put it all back together.

  “Hello, love.” Joan’s tone was serious. Edith looked sort of stoned. “I see his car. Where is he?”

  “Who?”

  She gave Edith a look. “Warren, of course. Is he in the garage or something? I think I have some comic books of his there. Did he finally figure out where they went?”

  “Is that where those books went?”

  Warren’s voice followed Edith out from the bedroom. He emerged, zipping up his pants. Edith turned to him, knees quaking. She looked for a moment like she might resist whatever strange compulsion was ruling her instincts, and then fell to the floor anyway, her fingers floating to her blouse and pulling it down. Soon, she had exposed her heavy, bra-less tits entirely. Warren stopped in front of her, frowning slightly, and took her chin in his hand.

  “Now, Edith,” he shook his head. “What did I say?”

  “I-I’m sorry,” she moaned. “I know you said to wait, but you’re so fucking handsome and I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t, I needed to kneel. I needed to kneel for you, I’m sorry.”

  What the fuck was going on?

  She had dated Edith for years and years now. They had been inseparable, practically joined at the bone, since Joan had matured as a woman. There was absolutely nothing Joan didn’t love about Edith. The flowing turn of her hair. The lovely little curve of her nose. That slight gap in her right teeth. Her pert tits, so small and easy and lovely for sucking. There was nothing—nothing—that Joan would have changed about Edith if she had been given half the chance.

  And now...this. Edith. Love of her life. On her knees in front of the one man Joan held up as a totem of hatred in her life.

  Joan started to laugh. “Is this some...some joke?”

  Warren looked at her. His smile cruel and small. “No joke, Joan. Edith has just revealed her love for me. Numerous times, in fact. I think we’re going to be a fine couple. What do you think?”

  Edith beamed merrily at this revelation. She turned, eyes excited, to Joan and mouthed, “he said ‘couple!’”

  As if this was something Joan ought to endorse.

  “I don’t...” Joan’s vision swam slightly. “I need to sit down.”

  The hallway was narrow. It was nothing to catch herself on one side of it. Her vision straightened slow, and it was hard to make sense of the need to breathe.

  Warren’s hands were on her. “Joan, I need you to look at this.”

  “What is it, Warren? Another one of your tricks?” She shook her head.

  “No trick, Joan. Something very important.”

  Finally she looked. He had a watch in one hand. It swung just slightly.

  “Edith’s been telling me you’ve been reading quite a lot of Ancient Roman history lately. Shall we find out how much you can remember?”

  “I don’t...” the watch was so shiny. So lovely. “I don’t under...stand...”

  And her brain...turned away.

  It was the best way to describe it. It was like she had been on guard her entire life, showing everyone her strongest force first. Every thought, every expression, every action a maniple from a legion with shields up and spears out. And suddenly, all that carefully crafted security turned to the side, exposing her flanks. Every last one of her weaknesses was bare to him.

  And bit by bit, he began to take them away. Every last soldier turning and retreating.

  There was a long-standing fear of abandonment. It was rooted under and dug out like a weed.

  There was a deep-rooted dislike of males for their tendency to wander from partner to partner without any real commitment. Plucked like a thorn from a vine.

  There was a years-long conviction that she had to be more important than anyone else she came across, because then it wouldn’t matter if they left or not. Squashed, spread thin, and then scraped away like a bug on concrete.

  One by one she felt her soldiers falling away. Reduced to nothing. Leaving only the standard bearer—her consciousness itself—open to exposure. And the standard bearer knelt on the ground, yielding to the attacking force completely. Eyes wide, mouth open, begging to be taught. To be indoctrinated in the ways of her conqueror. It was her—her in that hot mockery of a Legionary’s armor. The chain mail just a skirt around her slender torso. Tight leather corset pushing up her ample tits for display. Her body was really made for display. She thought she was a fighter, but she wasn’t.

  She was a pleaser.

  She always, always wanted to please—and especially Warren. Not all men, just him. He was so attractive. So wonderful to her. How had she noticed that before? She had been too uptight. Too stuck-up. To afraid of her own feelings for him. Those awful, spiteful feelings had surrounded her like protectors, but really they were prison guards. Keeping her pinned in. It was her attraction for Warren that would set her free and let her lead her legions of good feelings like she wanted.

  And of course Edith fought with her. They were on the same army. She had to trust Edith completely. Her darling Edith, always so good and true—they would share everything. They could share their love however they wanted.

  All these soldiers the two of them. They probably all had perfectly good bodies. Strong bodies. Hard bodies.

  And cocks.

  And there was one in particular, one better than the rest, one that she truly needed to focus on more than any other. She could see this perfect soldier, this emperor, just on the blurry cusp of her vision, slowly becoming clear—the man she would worship above all others...

  Ringing filled the air. Its high tones made everything glimmer out of focus. The perfect, soldier-filled world she had around her began to waver and throb. And then suddenly, an echoing, cavern-filling voice broke harshly across the battlefield.

  “What do you mean, now? We agreed to seven. Unless—”

  The words were sharp, tearing. Joan’s mind broke from the happy conquered field of battle, a smile on every one of her soldier’s faces. Slowly, the world returned to view. First, her mind’s eye retreated from the bloodless scene of battle, leaving only a white light behind. And then the light retreated, returning Joan to the every day.

  “Very well,” Warren continued. “If it has to be now. That's fine. I'm coming over.”

  Edith was on her knees, lightly stroking the cock of her brother Warren. Warren was on the phone. Her fingers pushing up in her own pussy as she served him. God, he had a very big, big dick. Wasn’t it handsome? Dicks were so very handsome. Why hadn’t she noticed how lovely they were before?

  It was just lovely that Edith was stroking him like that. Not Joan’s preference, but Warren did deserve quite a bit. And Edith was very pretty. She could hardly blame him for taking someone so pretty and putting her to good use.

  “Edith...take care of our girl, here. Make sure she’s happy.” He shook his head. “I hate to cut this short, girls, but I've got to go. The wife wants a word.”

  Joan's mind wasn't put together enough for her to protest. If it was, she would have. All she wanted to do was sit and admire Warren's cock. Tell him how great he was for having it. Just to hold it in her hands, her very first cock in her hands, even if just for a little bit...

  From across the hall, Edith slid her fingers out of her pussy and licked them, giggli
ng mischievously. Edith used to never want to finger or even lick Edith. She was a pillow-queen, always demanding attention, never volunteering pleasure for others.

  “Master said to take care of you. So, I'm going to take care of you. Just relax.”

  She pushed Joan back on the floor. The rug underneath her was soft and fluffy. Edith, suddenly, was delighted to service Joan's pussy. Her tongue slid over Joan's folds slowly, circling in on her clit. Soon, she had found it, and Joan's world lit on fire.

  Edith's single-minded determination to make her cum was brand new. Joan's legs wrapped around the torso of her long-time lover, amazed at the effect of the soft, happy, moaning licks that Edith delivered. Her skin tingled with the need for more.

  Before, Edith had only spent maybe three-to-four minutes on Joan's pussy before demanding her own pleasure for up to half-an-hour. Edith now was approaching the ten minute mark, and showed no times of stopping.

  And all because of Warren and his orders.

  It was a welcome change. One of many.

  * * * * *

  Warren smiled. She was in his complete control, mouth hanging open, eyes transfixed upon the swinging watch.

  “You’ll never leave your husband. You love him far too much. He’s everything to you. In fact, you don’t even mind if he cuckqueans you a bit. Certainly you’ve earned that. You’ll let him know how he deserves to fuck other women if he wants. You’ll help him. He deserves it. You love him so much.”

  He stopped the swinging watch and placed it back into the small box he had brought with him. The woman—a neighbor of his (or would it be former neighbor?)—had been crying on her phone just minutes before. Almost in hysterics, talking on the phone to her sister or mother. Without thinking much, Warren had walked into her house, hung up the phone, and promptly hypnotized her into telling him all her problems.

  The husband slept around and drank too much, apparently. Warren firmly believed that that was only because she wasn’t providing a good enough home for the husband to come to. If he was having his cock sucked or pleased every waking moment he was at home, there would be no reason to stray. Certainly, if Melinda had been that way with him, he wouldn't be doing what he was now, would he?

  The housewife was pretty enough, if not the glamour-model type that Warren went for. And deserved, he reminded himself, drawing up straight.

  Slowly, the woman—her name was Ramona? Rebecca? He couldn’t keep track—began to come out of her trance. Smiling. Happy. She'd never let any amount of drinking or sleeping around hurt her again. He'd done the poor girl a favor, really. More than ever, she was aware of and completely embraced her place.

  Warren kissed her on the head and stepped out, walking the rest of the way to his own house. Melinda’s house. It would be his again soon. He’d make her beg to give everything back to him. He’d even be nice about it. She wouldn’t have to hurt the way he did.

  Warren could feel the allure of the power getting away from him. He didn’t much care. It was far too fun to use and abuse. Anything he did, he could undo. He had proven that with the bank manager, with the barista, and now with a cop. It was easy to take, easy to give back.

  He wondered still about the white room. What would the combination be—his new watch and his mind-numbing white room?

  The white room was an experiment he had created back when he had aspirations of being a hypnotic therapist. The notion was to strip away all ideas of the conscious, all ideas of the subconscious, and leave only the pale fire force of the soul behind. It was, perhaps, dangerous, but worth exploring. Before, when he had tried it, his patients had left almost like zombies. It had taken hours for them to return to themselves.

  But in that state, that perfect state of unawareness, if he combined that with the powers of the watch, how deep might he be able to delve into the primordial state of the human mind? What would be waiting there? What could he discover?

  What could he control?

  He knocked, but the door pushed forward, already open. Ready for his arrival.

  Inside, Melinda sat down. It was eerily similar to the scene two days prior, but there were a few differences.

  She sat at the position he had taken this time, opposite of where she was before. Whereas that day she had been wearing black, as if going to a funeral, now she wore a crimson dress—shorter than the one before, with a more generously flirtatious cut around her substantially gifted chest. Her legs were no longer bare, but instead decorated in smoky stockings, and tall, sexy heels adorned her feet.

  His wife looked, for lack of a better term, ready to fuck. His cock suddenly pushed hard and out, bulging evident in his tight pants.

  God, she was gorgeous. She had always been so, so gorgeous. That's why he had let her walk all over him for so long.

  He wanted her so bad. It was all he could do not to take out his watch right there and watch as her perfectly sculpted face went completely blank.

  “Thank you for meeting with me, Warren.” She moved to one side on the couch. “Please, won’t you have a seat?”

  “Certainly.”

  He held up the box. “I have a gift for you.”

  She studied it just for a moment before pushing his wrist down, and the box with it. “Please, may I speak first? And then you’ll show me what you’ve got?”

  Warren's alarms started ringing. There was something up. But she was so earnest, so eager...he could not deny her. He had never been able to.

  “Very well.”

  “This has all gone so very sideways.” She shook her beautiful head. Her dark hair glimmered lusciously. “I have something to tell you.”

  He’d waited only a few seconds now, but it was far too long—there was something going on, and unless he took her mind now, he wouldn't have another chance. He felt certain of it.

  “That’s fine.” He nodded. “I have something to tell you, Melinda.” His hand hovered over the box.

  “I was so wrong, Warren.”

  His fingers closed around the lid of the box. “You were so wr—what?”

  “Wrong. I was wrong to hurt you. I was...I was really, truly confused. I never should have done what I did. Said what I did. It was all terribly unfair to you.”

  Suspicion assailed him. He knew his wife was intelligent. What was she up to, here?

  But...maybe he should listen. Fuck, she was pretty when she was apologizing. He wanted to kiss her horribly. He should listen, just for a while. He could use the watch whenever he wanted.

  “Two days ago you stomped on my heart like it was a bug. What’s changed?”

  “I had...” she turned away, her perfect jaw working slowly. “I had an experience, last night. With the other one. It was...unfortunate.”

  Anger arrived in Warren, hard and immediate.

  “What happened? Did you hurt you? Did he—did he hit you, Melinda?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” There were tears in her glimmering green eyes. “Please. Let’s just...can’t it be you and me, again? We needn’t worry about the money. We’ll figure out some way around it.”

  “You’re right. We don’t have to worry about money.”

  “What?”

  “I...I got some. Earned some. A big advance,” he lied, “for the show on Friday. A sudden swell of interest.”

  “You got all the money you needed to pay off the loans?” She looked dubious and yet—he thought—hopeful.

  “I did.”

  “That’s...” she smiled. “That’s wonderful, dear. I’m so proud of you.”

  He had no idea how much he had been longing to hear those words from her mouth. And yet all the same her lack of questions should have made him question more. But then she slipped her hands up to her dress and quickly undid the clasp that kept her breasts in place. Exposing gentle, perky, perfect breasts. Saliva hit his mouth, warm and sudden. God, he wanted her. And now.

  The box with the watch fell to the ground. Later. He could do it later. Now he wanted her, the woman he had married. />
  Their bodies were entangled instantly, hands running through hair, heavy moans and hot breath pushing on one another with relish.

  It was hard to recall the last time she had been so passionate. Her fingers sliding into his pants so immediately, tugging at his already hard, pre-cum wet cock. She jerked him skillfully, knowingly, like only a wife could, and as she kissed him she led him back into the bedroom. Their bedroom.

  She took him down into the bed, pulling him on top of her. They tangled in the sheets for several moments, kissing madly, before finally she ended up on top. Her dress half on, the fabric gathering around her slender waist. Her heat was tangible, filling the space between them. That soft, tight slit hovering just above his already fully-hard cock.

  With a shuddering moan, she lowered down and his member sank slickly into her entrance. The thought that his cock was still probably warm and tainted with the cunts of other women made his heart throb wildly. He’d make her want that. He’d make her okay with it.

  After this. After this perfect, beautiful moment with his wife.

  Her thighs were strong, her torso built solid and tight. With all this easy, hot muscle strength at her disposal, she milked him beautifully, working up and down on his manhood. Her face a mask of orgasmic pleasure.

  “G-God!” she moaned, sounding genuinely surprised. “Fuck! You’re s-so hard, so big!”

  For his own part, he pushed his hips upward, wanting to get deeper and deeper in. Fucking her as much as he could with all the potency of a man who had regained what he thought he lost.

  “You're so beautiful, Melinda,” he grunted. “Oh fuck, I love you.”

  She pulled him in for a kiss, their tongues melding. Her tits crushed against his chest as she continued to bounce softly up and down his rod. Her tunnel was tight and warm, wrapping like a hot glove around his member. His skin felt electric, his muscles bunching together and holding his woman tight.

  He was going to cum soon. There was nothing for it. She was so beautiful, and this was the last thing he had expected after spending all day almost fantasizing of owning his wife completely. To have her love, her real love again, it was too much for him. A pistoning sensation of pleasure erupted from his belly, pushing his cock up into her warm, waiting cunt. His cum just seconds away.