This mind control story features themes of submission, dominance and transformation.

Tags: MC, MF, FF, FD, MD, TF

I found him a little while after arriving at the bar. Handsome guy, light stubble, neatly trimmed hair and just enough muscle to fill out a long-sleeved t-shirt. He was just about my height, and in my heels, I stood a couple of inches taller than him.

I stood at the bar beside him and ‘accidentally’ bumped my hips into him. He turned and looked, gazing up and then down, scanning me. My black lips, long dark hair, tight black top and leather skirt, then down to the heels with spikes on the straps, and of course thigh high stockings.

His eyes lit up, neurons firing. He offered me a drink. I accepted. A beer each. Nothing fancy. Things felt simple. I was on autopilot.

We slid into a booth together and talked for a while. He kept glancing at my cleavage. I smirked each time. He was falling for me, and getting more and more excited for what he hoped would come later. I chugged the beer and told him to fetch me another. He obliged.

After another two, a little tipsy, I moved my foot up and down his leg and finally let my heel slip off as I placed it on his crotch. He was stiff. I watched his eyes roll back and told him I’d be taking him home, and doing whatever I desired with him. All he could do was nod agreement. He ordered the cab, at my command.

When I got him back to bed in my apartment, my roommates were asleep already. We weren’t quiet coming in, no point pretending. I had no intention of letting him be anything but loud, and I wasn’t planning on keeping my mouth shut either.

He tried to take the lead in my bedroom once the door was shut and locked. Pushed me against the wall and roughly ran a hand under my skirt. He knew I was eager, and I let him move his middle finger over my lace panties. It made me gasp. That didn’t mean I wanted him to be in charge.

With a hard push I sent him tumbling backward onto the bed, and I crawled over him, letting him get a good, deep view of my cleavage. He was captivated. I peeled off his t-shirt and ran my nails possessively over his chest. He had a nice chest, soft hair covered it lightly.

I grabbed his wrists with a strength I wasn’t expecting to have and with my other hand pulled a coil of rope from the bedside table, then tied him to the iron bars of the bedframe. He was smiling, delighted with his evening. I couldn’t blame him; I was just as horny as he was. Wet and throbbing with need, but he wasn’t in control anymore.

It took seconds to rip off his jeans and boxer shorts, letting his hard cock spring free. It wobbled there for a moment, and I felt my eyes drawn to it, transfixed, before I dropped my head and wrapped my black lips around the head and gently, achingly slow, sucked.

His moans grew louder. He whimpered my name, needing more. ‘Jessica,’ was all he could say. I moved up then, planting kisses along his abs, then his chest, as I pulled my panties down and stuffed them in his mouth. His surprised expression told me he finally realised I was fully in charge.

It made his cock throb harder.

Which made it all feel even better when I sat up above him, and dropped my hips, pushing a hand between my legs to guide his cock into my pussy, letting out a deep moan as he penetrated me deeply. And I rode him. I didn’t even attempt to go slow, I needed to feel his cock deep inside me. No inhibitions, no holding back. I fucked him, and told him not to cum.

I commanded him not to cum.

But I did. I guided his hand to my clit and had him rub it gently as I moved up and down quickly, letting the sensation build, seeing his face, drool seeping from the edges of his lips as he gagged on my panties, his eyes glazed over in pleasure. It spurred me on. I went faster. I fucked him, I enjoyed the wet slap of my body against his like it was music and I had an orgasm.

And another.

And another.

And he had nothing. No release.

I finally fell from him and smiled, leaving him bound and gagged for a while before finally freeing his hands, and falling asleep.

***

Allison woke up alone. Her strawberry blonde hair was in a tangled mess over her face. She was completely nude, and covered in sweat. The bedsheets were on the floor, and on the bedside table lay the mask.

She rolled out of bed and put on an old t-shirt with the faded logo of a singer she liked once, and thought about getting some breakfast. She was ravenous.

Then Tiffany burst in the door.

“Well,” she said, “was it good?”

Allison nodded. Her legs ached, thighs on fire as if she had just run a marathon.

“Good, it’s my turn today, god I can’t wait. The first time was so fucking hot.”

Tiffany walked toward the bedside table and Allison grabbed her by the wrist. “Not yet, I want more.”

“Bitch, we agreed to share it between the three of us. Don’t be such a needy slut. Again.”

“I wasn’t,” Allison snarled, releasing Tiffany’s wrist.

The blonde bounded to the bedside table and grabbed the mask. “You’re like, so angry Ally, what’s the deal?”

Allison wasn’t sure herself. It wasn’t like her to react like that but she felt a deep need growing inside her. The idea of Tiffany taking the mask filled her with a quietly seething rage that she couldn’t fully understand. The idea of Amber taking it, once she realised that it would pass through both her roommates before she got it back, made her even more frustrated.

The feeling didn’t go away as Tiffany walked out the door with a loud ‘love ya babes’ and a blown kiss.

***

I was so excited when I got to the club. My long pink hair was flicking from side to side as I walked on matching pink platform heels, with just a mesh dress that barely covered anything to finish the look.

It took no time to spot what I was here for. The hottest guy I could find. He was tall and square-jawed, with a shaved head and olive skin. He was just as underdressed, wearing only a pair of tight white jeans and black boots.

He spotted me sashay toward him and his smirk told me what I needed to know. He wanted me. I wanted him too. I pushed my body into his and ran a finger down his chest.

“Hi Daddy,” I said in the sweetest voice he’d ever heard. “It’s too loud here.”

He didn’t speak, just took me by the hand and pulled me outside and down an alley beside the club. The bass pounded and I could feel it as he pressed me against the wall.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he said, making it clear there was only one answer.

“Yes Daddy,” I replied.

“Prove it.”

I nodded meekly, biting my lip, and fell to my knees on the dirty ground. I didn’t care, I needed his cock in my mouth like a woman lost in the desert needs water.

His belt unbuckled, I opened his jeans and pulled down his briefs, letting his big, hard cock spring free. I stared, letting its slow, subtle motion entrance me. It filled my vision, calling to me.

“Get on with it, dumb slut,” he said and grabbed the back of my head. I felt him push me forward and I opened my mouth instinctively, letting him fill it. There was no subtlety and I didn’t want there to be. I let him push deep enough to make me gag, and simply started to move my head forward and back, keeping my lips locked tight on his shaft.

His moans of pleasure made me feel so good I started to finger myself, rubbing my clit as I bobbed my head like a doll for him. All for him. He called me a good slut again and I felt my thighs tighten involuntarily. I wanted that. More and more I wanted that. More than the first time.

It didn’t take him long to say he was close. I pulled my lips from his cock, and took it in my hand, pumping furiously.

He told me what a good girl I was as he came in my face, covering me in wet, warm semen. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Thank you sir.”

He didn’t say another word, just zipped up and walked back into the club while I fingered myself to an orgasm in the alley, like a good girl. He hadn’t even asked my name. I’d just be some horny, brainless bimbo who blew him behind the club. Not a person, not Jessica.

***

Allison crept into Tiffany’s room just after 8am. The blonde was still sleeping. Something was on her face, a white, sticky substance. Allison had a good idea what it was. She didn’t care. What she wanted wasn’t Tiffany, but the object on her dressing table. She reached out to take it.

“Hey, Allison!”

Amber was in the doorway. Tiffany woke up. Caught red handed. Not that Allison cared. She needed it. That urge had only grown since the previous day.

“Oh, fuck off Amber,” she said, “you’re just going to act like a horny fucking slut again. You can do that on your own.”

“It feels better with that,” Tiffany mumbled, still semi-asleep and sounding like she was on the verge of orgasm. “So much better.”

Amber approached the dressing table. “It’s my turn, ok?”

Allison growled. Her lips curling, teeth bared.

“Fucking hell Ally, you’ll get it tomorrow.”

She backed off, surprised by the sudden increase in anger, the almost feral nature of it. Allison was a calm person. Usually. And she liked Amber, the bubbly redhead was sweet and fun and pretty as hell. All freckles and curls and bouncy joy.

Allison let Amber take the mask and leave, but despite her best efforts to stay calm, she noticed her hands were balled into fists. So did Tiffany.

“Bitch chill the fuck ouuuuut, you can be a bimbo tomorrow, we’ve got work today, it’s fucking Monday.”

***

I shook my blonde hair out and walked into his office. He looked at me, confused, but clearly aroused.

“Are you in charge here?”

He laughed, smiled. The white shirt was tight on his chest. The skinny black tie looked perfect to tie me up. He looked me up and down. The pencil skirt, my blue blouse with the top two buttons open. The red satin bra peeking out. The kitten heels and hold up stockings, and of course the little gap between the hem of the skirt and the top of them.

“And what can I do for you Miss…”

“Jessica,” I replied. “And you can do whatever you want, sir.”

The little shake of his head told me he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but that didn’t stop him enjoying it. I walked to his desk, bent over, and asked him to come around and ‘check me out’.

He didn’t hesitate, not even for a moment. He pulled up my skirt to reveal the red thong that matched the bra. Satin. And then I felt his hand meet my ass. I felt the sting of it, the extra pain where his wedding ring met my cheek.

“You think you can just walk into a man’s office and act slutty and he’ll fuck you senseless, is that it?”

He pushed my head down, taking some of my blonde hair in his hand and tugging on it at the same time. I yelped and he spanked me again.

“Sorry sir,” I said, “I’m just soooo horny for a big, strong man.”

“Good girl,” he replied. “You know you remind me of someone.”

As I tried to deny it, I felt his finger teasing at my wet lips, slipping inside, making me shudder with need.

“I do?”

“Yeah,” he said. I could hear him unzip his trousers. “This bitch I work with. Amber. Hot body, but I prefer blondes.”

“I know, sir,” I said as I felt his thick cock enter me. He wasn’t gentle.

His hand pressed down on my head and I felt my wetness trickle down my leg. I’d never felt that before, nothing so deeply intense, but somehow it was familiar too.

“You deserve a punishment, slut, for interrupting me.”

“Yes sir.”

I felt his hand come down again, timed to match a deep thrust, and I called out in pleasure. Soon I was whimpering and pleading for more. More pain, more pleasure. More of his cock deep inside me. More of his hand forcing me down face first on his desk. I called him sir; he called me his good girl. It felt so good, so right to let go and embrace this incredibly submissive side.

Losing control like that, it was like I’d always needed it, and when I felt his hand over and over, turning my ass from pink to red to purple, I knew deep down, I was just a horny, submissive slut. That was all I wanted to be.

And he came inside me. And I begged him for more. For another round. And he laughed and told me to come back the next day.

I almost cried, knowing it would be three. He took my chin in his hand, looked down at me and said “it’s ok, Jessica, I’ll use you again soon.”

And I felt the biggest jolt of pleasure between my needy, slutty thighs.

***

Amber didn’t want to give it to me. Tiffany tried to take it too.

Bitches.

We were all in the living room where Amber had crashed out on the couch. She was still in her comically slutty office wear, and Tiffany was in a mismatched cotton bra and pants. The mask was on the coffee table.

I had no intention of giving up my day to them. The anger had turned into a cold determination to get what I wanted.

“It’s my day. Mine. You idiots don’t even deserve this thing.”

“I fucking need it, ok?” Tiffany said. She had a hand hovering above her crotch.

“Ally, I’ve never felt better than I did yesterday, I’m actually not able to stop.”

“Too fucking bad, it’s my day, and I have plans. That fucking prick of a manager is about to have his face ridden until he cries.”

Amber and Tiffany paused. Both looked confused.

“But it brings out your inner…” Tiffany’s mouth hung open.

“Your desires. That was it, right? That was what she said,” Amber added.

“And my desire is to have my boss eat my pussy until he’s begging me to stop grinding on his fucking  mouth.”

Amber looked at Tiffany, whose mouth hung agape.

“So, you fucking sluts can go do whatever stupid shit you’ve been doing without the mask. It’s mine,” snapped Allison as she grabbed it.

The other two women were too shocked to argue, and Allison placed the mask over her face. Her hair darkened, turning a raven black and growing longer and straighter. Her cheekbones rose, eyes sharpened. Black eyeliner slithered around her eyelids and her lashes grew. Her breasts moved up and out, pressing against her black t-shirt.

“In fact, this is mine now, for good,” said Jessica.

Amber and Tiffany stared as Allison… No, as Jessica pulled off her t-shirt and revealed a lacy black lingerie set.

“And you sluts aren’t going to argue, because I know how much you both love being used, owned, and controlled. Isn’t that right?”

Amber and Tiffany nodded. Tiffany’s hand roamed down her stomach and slid under her panties. Amber shook her head, trying to regain control.

“Allison, take the mask off, this isn’t what it’s supposed to do.”

“My name is Jessica,” she said, stepping forward and putting a hand on Amber’s shoulder. “And you’re going to show me what a good slut you really are. On your knees.”

Amber’s legs trembled. “Ally, no, I don’t even like girls.”

“But you like being submissive, don’t you? Do you think I don’t remember yesterday?”

Tiffany was practically drooling as Amber slid to her knees and Jessica pulled the crotch of her panties aside.

“Worship me, Amber, while your slutty friend fingers her cunt.”

Amber tried to stop herself, to hold back, but the raw dominance on display from All… from Jessica was too much for her to resist. She felt the same urges she did in her boss’s office. The same deep need between her legs. The same warm, creamy wetness that was unlike any arousal she’d ever known before the mask.

Maybe this really was what she was made for.

“The mask showed us our true desires, Amber, and I think you know what yours is,” Jessica said. “Now eat my pussy like a good girl.”

Amber obeyed, letting her tongue slide along Jessica’s soft, wet lips. She moved up and pressed between them, slipping through and finding Jessica’s engorged clit.

Tiffany was whimpering softly, her finger moving in and out of her pussy with a sloppy, damp sound. Meanwhile Jessica began to buck her hips, grinding her pussy against Amber’s face.

“That’s it sluts, you’re going to be so good for me. You won’t need anyone else. You’ll be my horny little subs. My pleasure slaves.”

Tiffany moved her fingers in and out of her drenched pussy wildly, transfixed by the show Amber was putting on. Jessica grabbed Amber’s curly red locks and pulled her head up.

“It’s Tiffany’s turn. Fuck yourself on the couch.”

Amber nodded, wiping her wet mouth, and sat back on the couch, rubbing soft circles over her clit. Jessica sat beside her and pointed to the ground. “Tiffany, down.”

Tiffany fell to her knees and crawled between Jessica’s open legs. She had no intention of resisting. This was much better than the nasty guy at the club. Much hotter to be with someone as gorgeous and powerful as her friend… was Jessica her friend, like Allison?

It didn’t matter, Tiffany was happily lost in submissive bliss, planting slow, soft kisses on Jessica’s creamy thighs.

“Good girls,” Jessica said, “isn’t this how things should be?”