by Sylvia Owens
PSYCHIC DOMINATION BUNDLE
(Mind Control Erotica)
By Sylvia Owens
Book 1 – Psychic Crush
Book 2 – Psychic Sadist
Book 3 – Psychic Lust
PSYCHIC CRUSH
“Good morning, Mr. Henderson.”
I groaned and peeked out from underneath my blankets, allowing the morning light to sting my eyes. Normally I would try to rationalize that it can't really be time to wake up, or reach for the snooze button. But I hadn't used an alarm clock in years. Ever since I had conditioned Ms. Adelson, I had no need for alarm clocks. She arrived exactly on time, every day.
“Yes, yes. Good morning,” I mumbled.
Ms. Adelson walked over to my nightstand and set down a tray, as she did every morning. My voluptuous neighbor had learned to prepare my breakfast and coffee to my exact preferences. I reached for the mug on the tray, brought it to my lips, and took a sip.
“Mmm. Heavenly.”
“Thank you, sir. I live to please.”
Indeed. I could feel her euphoria just as tangibly as the warm rays of light beaming through my window. A pulse of pleasure emanated from her with every obeyed command. Perhaps she couldn't understand why, but she loved serving me.
She remained standing by my bedside as I read the newspaper and finished my breakfast. She would need to leave for work soon, but as always, my needs would come first.
Her business attire was impeccable as always. Several buttons of her dress shirt were unfastened, exposing her ample bosom, pressed against her body and lifted by a black pushup bra. Her large breasts seemed to be fighting against the tightness of it, yearning to be free.
Her auburn hair was tightly wound in a bun, and although I preferred to see it let down, I wouldn't dream of interfering in her professionalism and decorum.
Her black skirt was also a bit conservative, but still revealed her shapely legs. Ms. Adelson had been working out, a directive I had mentally implanted.
“Is there... anything else I can do for you, sir?”
“Certainly, Ms. Adelson,” I said, rising out of bed.
With a mere thought, I made my desires known to my faithful assistant. She dropped to her knees before me and removed my pajama bottoms.
“Thank you, sir.” she cooed, her wide green eyes gazing up at me.
She gently caressed me with one hand, focusing on the base, and began nursing the tip with her mouth. It didn't take long to work me to full attention. Gradually, she began taking more and more of me into her mouth, until I pressed at the back of her throat.
I moaned in pleasure, and I could sense the feedback stimulating Ms. Adelson in return. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her reach under her skirt, no doubt rubbing herself as she often did during this morning ritual.
“Take it all down, slut.”
Verbal commands were not necessary, but I still enjoyed giving them from time to time. Ms. Adelson complied, pushing forward until all 8-inches slid down her throat, her nose pressing against my stomach. I grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting gently. She moaned in response, and I could feel the vibrations all along my shaft. In the time that I had been using Ms. Adelson this way, she had become quite expert at orally servicing me. She had even learned to constrict her throat muscles, gripping and milking my cock to climax. It wouldn't be long now.
The thrusting and gripping intensified, and I observed Ms. Adelson fingering herself more frantically. Her arousal climbed with each passing second as she sensed my pleasure, and thus became pleasured herself. It was an intense feedback cycle.
Finally, I clenched down on her hair, held her head firmly in place, and unloaded my seed down her throat. I groaned in ecstasy for what felt like minutes before releasing my grip and sighing in relief. Ms. Adelson slowly unsheathed me, squeezing out every remaining drop of cum on her way up, before gulping it down with a smile.
“Thank you, sir. It was a pleasure to serve you.”
I looked out the window and smiled. It was going to be another wonderful day.
******
What do you want out of life?
For a lot guys it's all about money. They want the big house in the suburbs with a 4-car garage. They want sleek sports cars and all the latest gadgets. These people think material objects have the power to make them happy. For some of them, perhaps it does.
Other people want recognition. They might desire good standing in the community, respect from their peers, or just to be admired for their accomplishments. The truly vain may even dream of being famous and the center of attention. They think that there is power in being known and having influence.
Then there's the altruists. They want to make a difference in the world. Some want to help the unfortunate and needy, while others just want to leave a legacy for their families. They believe that having a lasting effect, even after they're dead, makes them a powerful force.
I never cared much about any of that stuff. What I wanted was control. I dreamed of being the master of my own fate. I desired the ability to bend others to my will. That's what true power is.
Unlike most people, I got exactly what I wanted out of life.
I didn't always have the control. As a boy I was shy and a bit scrawny. I didn't get picked on that much, but then again, I didn't exactly command respect. I spent my life avoiding confrontation, trying to please people, and hoping that everything would work out.
I don't have to tell you that the things we desire rarely just fall into our laps. I spent my adolescence learning that the hard way. The most disappointing aspect of it all was that I never got any experience with girls. All throughout high school and college, I yearned for that experience. Watching my classmates develop breasts, go on their first dates, get laid at prom, and experiment in college was tortuous. I fantasized about getting just a taste of it, usually while jerking off alone in my dorm room.
I'll never forget graduation day. As I returned home with my degree, aimless and unfulfilled, I decided to take control of my life. I was tired of waiting for something to change. I was sick of being a hapless virgin. I was ashamed of myself for being too afraid to take risks and go after the things I wanted. I realized that the only way to break the cycle was to take action.
That's exactly what I did.
Have you ever stared at an object and tried to move it with your mind? I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I would imagine that if I could just focus hard enough, and really try with all my will, maybe it could be possible.
After graduation I spent countless hours in deep meditation, training my mind to be stronger. The mind really is like a muscle; most people just don't exercise it intensively. I wanted the strength to be more assertive, to be more focused, and maybe, just maybe, to move things telekinetically.
As it turns out, you can't manipulate objects with your mind. But you can manipulate people.
******
Life became much simpler after I gained my abilities. I no longer needed to fight and struggle my way through life to get the things I wanted. If I fancied a new luxury car, it was mine for the taking. Any material possession could be mine with a simple mental suggestion to a retailer or bank clerk. Shaping people's opinion of me was a simple matter as well. Any person that mistrusted or disliked me could easily be persuaded otherwise. I'm not the sort of guy that craves lots of attention, so I didn't go to great lengths to make myself famous or well-known, but it's always handy to stay on the good side of certain people.
When I first moved into my neighborhood, I took a liking to Mr. Adelson's wife. Therefore she was mine, to a certain extent. I only conditioned her to serve me f
or a few hours each morning, and Mr. Adelson was conditioned to have no problems with that. We were all very happy with the arrangement.
Despite wielding this incredible power, I had also decided that I wanted to live out a relatively normal life. Sure, I could have made myself a billionaire, or perhaps even rule over the entire planet, but I suspect that being a god amongst men could get boring after a while. It's much more fun to enjoy the control in moderation.
As Ms. Adelson buttoned up her blouse and saw herself out, I prepared myself for work. I was scheduled to work the day shift as custodian at the mall. Being a janitor is a great way to meet and observe lots of people without standing out too much. Of course, I never bothered scrubbing floors or cleaning toilets. I left that duty to other employees, and sometimes even shoppers, just for my amusement. Being the extraordinarily persuasive man that I am, I had convinced my boss to ignore my shoddy work ethic while still making me the highest paid janitor in the world. How many janitors do you know that drive Ferraris?
As I made my rounds this day at the mall, I decided that I needed more sexual relief. Ms. Adelson was very skilled at taking care of me, but my batteries recharge very quickly. It wasn't a particularly busy day at the mall, and for an hour I failed to find anyone that caught my interest. Suddenly, I spotted a familiar face.
“Amy, is that you? It's me, Tommy Henderson!”
The woman furrowed her brow and frowned at me. “Oh, I hardly recognized you. So you're a janitor now. That's uh, great.”
Amy Thatcher was my crush senior year. Naturally, she never gave me the time of day. In fact, she'd always been a stuck-up bitch. We hadn't crossed paths in years, and I had almost forgotten what I ever saw in that woman. That is, until seeing her in the flesh again.
Amy had the same gorgeous chestnut hair as always, reaching down to her shoulders. It nicely framed her big green eyes and soft full lips. She was wearing a low cut tank top, showing off a hint of cleavage and barely containing her amazing breasts. They had grown a few sizes since I last saw her.
“That's right, Amy. I'm a janitor now. Just a pathetic loser, like always. You must be so embarrassed just to be seen with me!”
As I said this, I began probing her mind, making gentle suggestions. Amy took a few steps closer to me. She willfully moved her feet, but she wasn't sure why she was doing it. I could hear her inner thoughts asking herself why on earth she was still talking to me. She felt an unexplainable compulsion to be closer to me, even though she did in fact feel humiliated to be seen talking to a lowly mall janitor.
“Oh, no... err, why would I be embarrassed?” Amy forced a smile.
“It's been so long, Amy. I had forgotten how beautiful you are. Why don't you give me a hug?”
I tried not to laugh as I watched her eyes grow wider. Despite her better judgment telling her to walk away from me, she couldn't resist the urge to wrap her arms around me. I could smell the floral shampoo in her hair as she rested her chin on my shoulder. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest. This sort of embrace was something I often fantasized about as a lad, and my cock quickly began to stiffen. I could sense her bewilderment as my hardness pressed against her through my jeans, but instead of pulling away, she reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me tighter against her body and grinding my cock into her.
This hug lasted several minutes and passersby began to stare. I could feel Amy's horrifying embarrassment, but at the same time, she felt even more aroused than I did. Her lust was beginning to consume her and she was almost ready to lose herself to it.
“There's a lot of people watching us, Amy. Perhaps some of them know you.”
“Oh, that's... I guess that's okay. I don't want to stop. For some reason I feel so into you right now. I used to think you were a creepy dork. I suppose I still do, but it feels different now.”
“Well, if you don't mind the audience. How about a kiss?”
I could feel her self-consciousness melt away. She knew she could never live this down, but she didn't care anymore. All she could think about was getting ravaged by my hard cock. She was mine now.
Amy loosened her grip on my ass and brought her face close to mine. She gazed into my eyes for a brief moment before pulling my face to hers and forcing her tongue into my mouth. I had manipulated a lot of people before, but never had I met someone so enthusiastic and passionate. I must have awakened the slut within her.
Our tongues danced together for several minutes. She aggressively ran her fingers through my hair and ran her hands up and down my body. She moaned as my bulge rubbed against her and her knees weakened with every passing second. Amy grabbed my hand pressed it against her chest, inviting me to knead her enormous tits. I could feel her hardened nipples through the tank top. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra.
Despite Amy's newfound exhibitionist streak, I still had some dignity intact.
“Let's take this somewhere a bit more private, Amy.”
I took her by the hand and led her away from the small crowd of staring shoppers. I could feel a slight hop in her step as we walked toward the employee offices at the mall.
My boss was sitting at his desk, clacking away at his keyboard. It was quite a roomy office with a couch in the corner and large bookshelves on either side. He didn't notice us at first.
“Mr. Cutts, this is my old friend Amy. We just ran into each other near the food court. I thought we could catch up on old times.”
Mr. Cutts finally looked up and received a subtle suggestion in his subconscious.
“Ah, yes, of course, Tommy! Here, make yourselves at home in my office. Take as long as you need.”
My boss quickly made his way out of the room and shut the door behind him. Amy and I had some privacy at last.
Within seconds she was all over me. Her hands reached for my belt and zipper and her tongue entered my ear. She was breathing heavily and had a fiery lust in her eyes. This wasn't in response to any mental coercion on my part. I hadn't probed her mind since our encounter in the hall. I must have set off a reaction within her. I could feel the pent up passion and sexual urges within her racing to the surface. Her emotions were like a tightly wound rubber band suddenly unraveling and snapping back.
“I need this inside me,” she said, freeing my cock and gripping it in her hand.
I was in no position to argue. Her animalistic instincts were beginning to rub off on me. I frantically pulled off her top, ripping it in the process, and unclasped her bra. Her glorious breasts were finally released, and I marveled at them in awe. They were even more perfect than I thought, at least a double D with dime-sized brown nipples, fully erect. I could hardly believe how soft they were to the touch as I massaged them.
Soon we were completely disrobed, ripping off pants and shirts and undergarments and tossing them to the side. Amy dropped to her knees, opened her mouth and stared up at me with a mischievous smile. For a brief moment I worried that she might do something violent, but before I had a chance to think too much about it, she swallowed my cock to the hilt.
“Oh my God, Amy. Where did you learn to do that?!”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Amy was taking my full length into her throat, pulling all the way back, and plunging back down with a frenzied pace. She was like a sword swallower. I had never seen anything like it; she was even better than Ms. Adelson!
The wet sounds of my cock penetrating her mouth and throat filled the room, and her eyes remained locked on mine. I wouldn't last long if she kept this up.
As the muscles in her throat squeezed the full length of my member, I somehow found the will to resist unloading right then and there. I wouldn't allow this to end so soon. I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled her off of me. For a moment she struggled with me, as if her life depended on milking the cum out of me and swallowing it all.
“Not so fast, Amy,” I teased. I walked over to my bosses desk and sat down in his leather chair.
“Get on.”
She didn't need to be tol
d twice. Amy sauntered over, her breasts jiggling and hips swiveling with each step. Even the way she walked made the blood rush to my pulsating cock. Her eyes locked on to mine again as she lowered herself onto me. She was already soaking wet. Her lovely scent filled the air and her juices ran down to my thigh. She pressed her lips to mine, massaging my tongue with hers. I basked in the warmth of her body and the sweet taste of her mouth.
These were the thoughts running through my mind before being hit with the sensation of being inside Amy. My god, she felt like a vice grip. Her muscles tightened and released around my shaft in rhythm with her riding motion. She must have been practicing kegel exercises daily. I had never met a woman with such control of her womanhood.
I soon began bucking and thrusting to match her cadence, driving my cock deeper and harder inside. Amy titled her head back and moaned in approval, gripping my shoulders and digging her nails in. Her fabulous tits bounced directly in front of my face and soon I was kneading them vigorously and rolling her nipples between my thumb and index fingers. This sent another shockwave of pleasure through her, and she pulled my head closer to her chest. I took one of her breasts into my mouth, or at least as much as I could fit, and softly sucked and nibbled on her hardened nipples. I sensed Amy approaching climax, and soon she was shaking, screaming, and gushing all over me.
