Psychic Domination Bundle (Mind Control Erotica)

by Sylvia Owens

  I was beginning to lose myself in a trance of pleasure, and was taken by surprise when Amy dismounted me and got on her hands and knees. She raised her ass in the air, teasingly wiggling it about, and spread her cheeks.

  “I want you to take my anal virginity, Tommy. Use my asshole. It's yours.”

  My jaw dropped, but I quickly composed myself and approached her. Amy let out a wince as I pressed my tip against her tight rim. My cock was already wet from Amy's sweet fluids, and gradually her rectum gave way as I pressed forward. Her elastic asshole swallowed the head, and for a while I gently thrusted one inch deep. Her tightness felt incredible. Soon I was inside her a few more inches, breaking her in with slow, methodical strokes.

  “You don't have to be gentle, Tommy. I can take it.”

  That was all I needed to hear. In one motion I plowed my throbbing cock into her asshole down to the hilt. Amy let out a shriek, seemingly of mixed pain and pleasure. I had been given the green light to use her as I pleased, and I wasn't going to hold back. My thrusting intensified, pulling all the way out of her tight hole and slamming it back in. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her head back as I continued relentlessly pounding Amy's ass. The sensation of her walls gripping my cock was incredible. With my free hand I began smacking her tits and ass cheeks, reddening her creamy skin. She had given herself to me, and I was exerting full control.

  “Oh god, your cock is so big, stretching out my asshole. You feel amazing filling me up!”

  Amy was now pushing back on me, driving her ass into my cock. I noticed that she had reached for her clit and was rubbing it vigorously. For the second time I sensed her approaching orgasm, and this time I was getting very close myself. We both increased our pace, pushing ourselves to the edge. My grip on her hair tightened, and I pulled her back harder as I buried my cock all the way inside her asshole and began unloading. Amy let out a loud moan and began orgasming herself. Her sphincter convulsed and squeezed my cock as it continued pulsating and pumping my hot cum inside of her.

  Finally, my balls were drained and I pulled myself out, panting and catching my breath. Amy whipped around and took my cock into her mouth, sucking the last drops of cum out of me. She truly was insatiable.

  It dawned on me then that this was unlike any sexual experience I'd ever had. Since gaining my abilities I had been using them to manipulate people into doing what I wanted, to control their feelings and desires. Amy had needed no such coercion, just a little push. It was like I had tossed a match into a barrel of gasoline.

  It wasn't just that, though. This sex had been more raw and passionate. It was more real. Maybe I had been going about things all wrong. Perhaps the true value in wielding power is to use it sparingly.

  “For a creepy dork, you sure have a big cock,” Amy teased.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Don't get me wrong, you were a great fuck. We should do it again some time. Just don't tell anyone about it. I can't have people knowing that I hook up with janitors. Eww.”

  I began to remember why I detested this woman so much in the first place.

  “Anyway, I'm starving,” she continued. “Take me across town to that fancy Italian place. What's it called, Buzio's? Oh, and I saw the cutest dress on the way over here, you have to stop by and pick that up for me. If I'm going to let you fuck me, it's the least you can do. In fact...”

  Amy's eyelids suddenly began to feel very heavy. She tried to continue speaking, but couldn't hold back a yawn. As she mumbled something about getting her nails done, she slumped over on the floor and rolled on to her back. She was out cold.

  I strolled out of the office with a smile on my face and a hop in my step. I decided to take the rest of the day off and take the scenic route home. Mr. Cutts was very understanding. On the way back, I called up Ms. Adelson and asked if she could stop by that evening to do some laundry and tend to some other needs for me. She was happy to oblige.

  Some things in life are indeed better if you let them happen naturally. But then again, it feels so satisfying to just take control.

  PSYCHIC SADIST

  My experience with Amy left me with a profound lesson. For years I had been using my abilities at the drop of a hat. Life had become so easy. If I wanted money or material goods, I could simply compel someone to give me some. If I desired a woman, I could make her mine. I could make her want to be mine. It was like living in a video game with all of the cheat codes unlocked. The world was my own playground, and there were no obstacles or difficulties. There was nothing to force me to be creative or intuitive, no motivation to put any sort of effort into anything.

  Having all of my desired fulfilled so easily became a hollow experience. I could try new things, visit new countries, search for ways to find novelty in gluttony and convenience. After a while, I was just going through the motions. It's true what they say about the bittersweet. You need a taste of the bitter to appreciate sweet things. Without any difficulty or struggle, there isn't as much satisfaction in achievement. Hunters don't enjoy shooting fish in a barrel, after all. The thrill of the hunt is its own reward, the journey as important as the destination. I had lost that basic human condition by gaining my abilities.

  That all changed when I ran into Amy. I used my abilities to warm up her cold exterior, and ended up having the best sex of my life with her. But it was merely a gentle nudge in the right direction. The fiery passion within her was of her own doing. Her voracious appetite for sex was awoken by me, not placed arbitrarily. It was surprising. I hadn't been surprised by anything in such a long time.

  Clearly it was time to reconsider my reliance on the abilities. They had almost become a burden. I wanted to find new thrills in life by letting them happen naturally. But I wasn't ready to abandon my abilities altogether. How could anyone toss aside such incredible power? That would mean returning to the real world, becoming another cog in the wheel caught up in the rat race. A life of disappointment and pain like the one I had left behind.

  No, I decided there must be some happy medium. To use the abilities in moderation would allow me to have a higher quality of life than most people, while still allowing for trials, challenges, and maybe more surprises like Amy.

  I continued my job as a janitor at the mall, albeit at a much reduced salary. I still gave myself a very comfortable wage, but not an exorbitant one. I also denied myself the usual routine of picking up random women when I felt the need to get off. Instead I tried talking to them without the use of psychic manipulation. Unsurprisingly, very few of them would even give me the time of day. Perhaps trying to strike up conversations with strangers as a janitor is setting the bar a little too high, but it was nice to have a lofty goal for once.

  I even instructed Ms. Adelson to stop taking care of me in the mornings and to enjoy her time with her husband. It seemed like the right thing to do, and it was actually a bit refreshing to function as an adult on my own, doing everything myself.

  Using so much restraint, I went weeks without sexual relief. It was much more difficult than I'd anticipated. Every time I saw a beautiful woman at the mall, I had to resist the urge to transform her into a nymphomaniac begging for my cock. Instead I had to try my luck and inevitably fail.

  After consecutive nights masturbating, I felt that perhaps things were better when I was bored and getting everything I wanted. As I swept the front of a department store, one woman in particular made my cock stiffen and plead for mercy. She was a busty redhead in a sundress. At first I thought her double D breasts were implants, but the way she jiggled when she moved proved otherwise. The woman was accompanied by a man, presumably her husband. He appeared to be a sheepish man, balding and slightly overweight. How on earth did he land a knockout like that?!

  Although I had previously used my power to take married women, that simply wasn't appropriate as an average Joe. I made all my natural approaches with women that appeared to be single. I tried not to stare too long at her low-cut blouse, but as I observed the couple, I couldn't
help but notice the woman's venomous attitude.

  "I'm telling you, they won't fit, Herbert."

  "I understand, sweetie, but there don't seem to be any here in your size."

  "Then fucking find some. We're not leaving here until I get a pair of pumps that I can wear to the dinner. It's embarrassing going places with you."

  "Yes, dear."

  "Everyone thinks you're cheap. Nancy saw the dress you got me for the last event and I never heard the end of it."

  "I'm sorry, dear. Things have been a little tight lately. I'm sure I'll get the promotion soon."

  "You're a broken record, Herbert. You squawk about that promotion every week. I should have listened to my mother and married Robert. He's a partner at the firm now, did you know that?"

  "Yes, dear."

  "I doubt Robert's wife has to wear cheap shit at social events.”

  The man just started at his feet and nodded. I couldn't believe he was taking that abuse so passively. How does a man find himself in such a miserable circumstance? I couldn't imagine myself tolerating that sort of treatment, even from such a stunningly beautiful woman. Then again, I'd bet Herbert hadn't counted on things turning out this way. It probably happened gradually, making one concession after another, until he resigned himself to being a whipping boy.

  Was this the sort of fate that awaited me? By compromising, taking orders, and allowing the world to pull me around by a leash, I could easily see myself in Herbert's place. If I hadn't discovered my powers, it may very well have happened already. There's no liberty in that, I realized. Just letting things happen isn't always the best way. There's freedom in taking control.

  “Why don't you put the shoes down, Herbert? No more shopping today.”

  The couple froze in place as I spoke. I approached them and smiled. Herbert dropped the shoes as I had mentally commanded.

  “Do you see that clerk at perfume desk? She's very lovely isn't she?”

  Herbert grinned at me and nodded.

  “Why don't you go introduce yourself? I'm sure she'll find you irresistible.”

  Herbert departed with a hop in step. His wife and I watched as he approached the desk and nervously began speaking to the gorgeous blonde. Soon they were making out right in middle of the store. She took Herberts hand and led him to a dressing room.

  I turned to the wife and smiled. Her eyes widened, but she didn't move or speak.

  “That's a lovely dress you're wearing. What's your name?”

  “I'm... I'm Janice. What's going on? I feel weird.”

  “You're under my control now. Herbert doesn't have any idea that this is at all unusual. I've removed his awareness of the control. I'm letting him enjoy himself without questioning things. But you, I'm allowing you to take it all in. I want you to be completely cognizant of everything that happens.”

  “You fucking bastard. How are you doing this to me? Why can't I move?”

  I didn't respond. I just enjoyed watching her struggle.

  “ My father knows very powerful people. You better stop this right now.”

  “As you wish, Janice. If you want to move around, let's head over to the dressing rooms and see what Herbert is up to.”

  I could see Janice squirming a bit as we walked. She was trying to change directions, perhaps to make a run for it. It was futile, of course. All she could do was follow me, as I had commanded.

  Janice was mortified when I opened the dressing room door. The department store clerk was on her knees, lips wrapped around Herbert's manhood. He had a fistful of her platinum blonde hair and was forcefully shoving her head all the way down his cock. I wasn't surprised to see the girl swallowing it down like a champ; I had eliminated her gag reflex. I was, however, impressed to see Herbert taking such initiative. He wasn't such a pushover at heart. He had just been worn down over the years by his shrew of a wife. It was nice to see him being assertive and enjoying himself for once.

  Janice didn't agree.

  “Herbert, you disgusting pig! Stop it right now! We're going home. Do you hear me?”

  Evidently not. Herbert and the girl seemed oblivious to the presence of me and Janice, and continued their facefucking session. Janice shuddered in contempt. The sight of her husband with another woman filled her with rage. I couldn't help but relish this moment. I had set Herbert free and was rubbing it in her face.

  "Look how happy he is, Janice. I've never seen a man so thrilled just to get a simple blowjob. When's the last time you did that for him?"

  Janice cursed under her breath.

  "Let's give them some privacy, shall we?"

  I led Janice to an adjacent dressing room and shut the door behind us. I had her all to myself now.

  "First, let's get you out of those clothes."

  Janice's body obeyed, but her face conveyed that she was not happy to comply. As the dress fell to the floor, her glorious tits bounced within her suffocating pushup bra. It was quite a sight to behold. Her rose-colored hair draped her shoulders, but did not conceal the enormous breasts. They must have been even larger than double Ds. I couldn't fathom how a woman with such a small frame could pack such large natural tits.

  As Janice continued disrobing I unbuckled my belt and folded it in half. Janice winced as I brandished it and smacked it against my hand, making a loud cracking noise.

  "You've been punishing that poor man for a very long time, Janice. I think it's time you had some punishment of your own."

  At my mental command, Janice dropped to her knees and bent over. Her plump ass was a beautiful sight, and I admired it for a moment before striking her left cheek with the belt. Janice cried out in pain, but I did not relent. I struck her right cheek next, a bit harder this time.

  "If you act like a little brat, then I'm going treat you like a little brat."

  I persisted with the spanking, increasing my pace and force gradually. Soon her ass cheeks were bright red, and tears streamed down Janice's face. It had been so long since I exerted my control against someone. Dominating her like this felt so exhilarating, and the force of the leather smacking her smooth skin was incredibly satisfying. I could have gone at it for hours, but I had more pressing needs.

  “How do you feel, Janice?”

  Still on her knees, she rose to a sitting position and gave me a confused look. Then it hit her. My psychic manipulation had sent jolts of stimulation to her pussy. She gasped through gritted teeth and began breathing heavily.

  “Please... make it stop. It's too much!”

  “Doesn't it feel good, Janice? You're dripping wet, and it's only going to get more intense the longer it goes. I'm afraid the only way to make it stop is to swallow cum.”

  Her reaction was priceless. I could see the gears turning in her head, the conflicted emotions she must have been feeling. She surely hated my guts for putting her through all this. I had just flogged her with a belt and forced her to watch her husband's infidelity. But stronger than her hatred for me was her unconditional need for my cock.

  Desperately, she threw herself at my feet and began unbuttoning my pants. She acted as if she was dying of thirst, and the only source of water was my cock. I could have simply commanded her to suck me off with my abilities, but this was much more fun. Her actions were voluntary, albeit motivated by the discomfort I had given her.

  She took the tip of my cock into her mouth and began sucking like a high-powered vacuum. This was enjoyable for a moment, but a few minutes passed and she still had just the head in her mouth.

  “Good grief, it really has been ages since you've done this, hasn't it?”

  I wrapped my belt around the back of her head and pulled. Her eyes grew large again and I could hear her try to mumble something in protest as more of my cock plunged into her mouth.

  “Come on, Janice. Do I really need to show you how it's done? Take it all down.”

  I pulled harder on the belt, slow forcing more of the shaft into her, until my cock pressed against the back of her throat. A single tear rolled
down her cheek.

  “That's still a few inches shy, bitch. If you want that cum, you'll have to do better than that.”

  I gave the belt one final tug, shoving the full length of my cock down her throat. Janice gagged loudly, drooling all over the floor. Normally I would supress the gag reflex, but I was enjoying her discomfort. I also noticed that her gagging caused her throat muscles to spasm, feeling quite nice around my cock.