The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I have to it,” Stephanie said, “I would never have tried this if you hadn’t introduced me to it. Thank you.”

“It’s good, isn’t it?” I replied bashfully, trying not to play myself up too much. I knew girls didn’t like that, and Stephanie in particular seemed like she’d have zero tolerance for bragging. But then, who she seemed like and who she was were possibly very different things. She had an air about her of someone who spent her evenings drinking champagne and refusing anything with meat or potatoes. Instead here she was, tucking into her first ever plate of pierogis, politely but eagerly. She was a strange contradiction, and that was part of what had compelled me to ask her out on a date.

That and the fact that she was stunningly beautiful.

“Decadent, I’d say,” she replied. “It feels less filling than it actually is.”

“You don’t like it?” I blurted out, then all but slapped myself.

“Oh! No, I love it,” she reassured me quickly, “entirely too much. Could be dangerous.”

“Ah, well, yeah, I get that,” I said, choosing a pierogi of my own.

Things were going fine, but I hadn’t asked anything substantial about her yet. Ummmm-

“So, why psychology?” I tried.

Not expecting my question, she swallowed another mouthful, then spoke, “I suppose I’m very interested in how people’s minds work, in a… not in a way that Freud might think of it, a different way. I like reading people, but I’m not sure I believe all that stuff about, ah, psychosexual development and the subconscious.”

“You don’t like Freud?”

“Well, I’ve only just started on him, really, but no, first impressions are not good.”

I raised my glass of water in commiseration. “Unfortunate that you have to spend three more years studying him, then.”

“I know,” she sighed, “I just have this feeling like, even when you for the objectionability of his existing theories, there’s something fundamental about our minds that he was blind to.”

“Really? Like what?”

Stephanie’s eyes widened. “Ioan!” she gasped, with mock indignance. “So forward! Never ask a woman about her theories of psychosexuality on the first date!”

“Okay, okay!” I raised my hands. “I just… I like hearing you talk.”

She beamed. “Thank you! But it’s your turn. Why linguistics?”

I told her about how I conceptualised linguistics as a form of expression that should, in my opinion, be as fascinating to people as art is. I hoped I wasn’t too overwrought about it, but she seemed to understand.

“So, you like to read people then?” I asked, grinning. “What kind of things do you turn up?”

She gave me a sly look over the rim of her glass as she sipped her drink. “Well, I notice it when my date ‘likes hearing me talk’ so much that he can’t keep his eyes off my lips. It’s not too hard to read other motives into that.”

Ah, shit. I was guilty as charged, and I knew it, averting my eyes. “Um, yeah, sorry,” I mumbled. “I’ll stop.”

“I’m not offended!” she said, still smiling.

“Even so…”

“What?” she pressed. “It’s fine, I promise. I didn’t break out my best lipstick for tonight so you would avoid looking at it the whole time.“

My gaze returned to the empty plate in front of me. Stephanie’s face was still in my peripheral vision.

“Oh no,” Stephanie lilted, and I could hear her eyes rolling, “I was going to take a selfie to show it off, but I completely forgot. I’d better do that now.”

I saw her reach for her phone.

“I really love this colour,” she said casually, “it makes my lips look so good, especially when I pout them, just like this… mmmwah—”

I heard a click.

“Oh, I just had to blink, didn’t I. Let’s try again—“

I couldn’t help it. My gaze flickered upwards, to see Stephanie pursing her full, red lips. She caught my eye, and winked.

“Gotcha,” she grinned.

“Alright, alright,” I said, “I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You won’t!” she said. “As long as you pay attention to the rest of me as well.”

“I’d love to see Freud try and explain this,” I said, gesturing between us.

Stephanie just kept smirking at me. I briefly wondered why… then under the table, I felt one of her feet travelling slowly up and down my leg. My breath hitched, and suddenly I wasn’t able to move.

“I think,” Stephanie said with a sweet, teasing melody to her voice, “there’s an elegant simplicity to this situation that Freud just wouldn’t appreciate.”

Fuck. She was playing me like a fiddle.

“That’s academics for you, I guess,” I managed, lamely.

“True!” she laughed. Her foot retreated to my ankle and stayed there, leaving me half-disappointed, half-grateful.

“So,” I stammered, trying to regain my equilibrium, “what other parts of you would you like me to notice?”

Oh god, that was so lame.

“You have to tell me I have pretty eyes, too,” she said, primly.

I looked deep into her eyes, iring their glittering warmth. “Well… you do. I think your eyes are beautiful.” I meant it, too.

She held my gaze for a long moment. Then she smiled softly, and said, “Your eyes aren’t too bad either, mister.”

“And, you have a beautiful mind too, of course,” I said, pressing my luck a tiny bit.

“Ah,” she grinned, “I’ve spent 19 years working on that, so it’d better be!“

“Are we saying I’m allowed to check you out based on how much effort you put in beforehand?”

Stephanie laughed, “I can tell where you’re going with that!”

“Where am I going with that?”

“Okay then, how much do you think I spent on my bra this evening?“

Damnit. I knew she was still teasing me, but as I racked my brains, I just couldn’t pull the price of a bra out of my memory.

“Okay, I give up,” I conceded. “How much?”

There was an evil glint in Stephanie’s eye as she leaned in conspiratorially.

“Nothing at all,” she murmured.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

The otherwise urbanised landscape of the city was briefly interrupted by a river that flowed down a shallow hill. It was a significant enough feature that it needed a small stone bridge for pedestrians to cross, so after dinner I took Stephanie there. Water was romantic, right?

We leaned on the bridge, and watched the world go by. It was nice, peaceful even.

“Ioan?”

“Mmhmm?”

“I’m sorry for teasing you earlier.”

“Oh, no problem,” I said, “uh, sorry if I checked you out too much.”

“You didn’t.”

Silence. Then,

“Can I tell you something?” she asked.

“Sure!”

“The reason I’m living in a hovel that es for student accommodation is partly because it’s convenient for university, but also partly because I can’t go back home, ever.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“Promise you won’t judge me for it?”

“Absolutely!” I said, waiting with bated breath.

Stephanie took a second to compose herself, then murmured, “They caught me kissing a girl. End of last year.”

“Oh! Wow, uh, I didn’t realise you were into girls,” I stammered.

“Well, yes, I’m bisexual,” she said. Her face softened even more, and she added, “You’re the first person I’ve actually wanted to tell about that.”

“Well… I mean it’s fine,” I said. “How could it not be?”

She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly as she continued, “The rest of my town wasn’t so understanding. It’s the kind of place where my parents’ social groups, the school community, the arts scene, and so on and so on, were all heavily tied to the church and other conservative interests. The older people there were very religious, and loved to gossip. As soon as they heard from the younger crowd that Stephanie Meacham had been seen kissing a girl, well, it was catnip to them. I was the slut who seduced and corrupted someone’s innocent daughter. The, ah, diplomatic emissary of Babylon. It was a reputation I couldn’t escape even in my own household.”

“That’s terrible!” My mouth seemed unable to come up with more than empty platitudes even as my heart ached for her.

“And since I couldn’t shake it off,” she continued, “I kind of… I decided that I’d make myself a bit more refined, in the way I speak and act. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

I had.

“It’s not… a mask, as such,” she continued. “I could turn it off if I wanted to, but I don’t. It’s not a character. I do it because it makes me feel dignified, and I like that I can still have dignity, no matter what others say about me.”

She leaned in, resting her head against my chest. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” I said, and to make sure she knew I meant it, I added “I like the way you talk. It does feel refined, but not like you’re talking down to anyone. It’s nice.”

“Thank you, Ioan,” she breathed.

More silence. Then,

“I really enjoyed tonight.”

Oh no. Our moment together was ending. Shit.

“Y-yeah, so did I,” I said, wondering if there was any way I could keep the conversation going just a little longer.

“I know,” she whispered, “and I know what you want to happen afterwards.”

I winced, “Am I that obvious?”

“Y-yeah,” she laughed shakily, “you are. And it’s okay, I think I want that too, but I can’t be sure.”

“Oh, okay.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

She pulled back, and one of her hands found mine, intertwining our fingers. “I’m not trying to make false promises,” she said, “but I need this, whatever this is, to go at my pace.”

“No problem!” I reassured her. “Whatever you need! I don’t- I mean, I do… want more, but it’s more than enough to just know you, and be around you.”

It sounded cliché, but it was true. It was only the first date, but I was already horny beyond belief for this girl, and if she wanted to wait, I could wait for 20 years. Stephanie’s face shone with a brave, tentative smile as she stepped closer to me again.

“It might be a wildly inconsistent pace,” she itted. “There’s a part of me that’s my grandmother’s voice saying ‘No kissing until the third date’, and—”

Her other hand trailed up my leg.

“—there’s another part of me that wants to get down on my knees right now, and thank you for introducing me to kielbasa.”

I swallowed, hard. I’d introduced her to many Polish foods tonight. Kielbasa was not one of them.

“Uh, wow,” I said, intelligently.

“It’ll just take some time to sort through my feelings.” Her fingers pressed, much too briefly, against my crotch, then pulled away as if I was electrified. And right then, I felt like it.

“Sure! I’m here for it. I’m here for you,” I babbled.

She closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly. When she opened them, a tiny bit of her usual confidence was back in her eyes. Maybe my platitudes sounded empty to my own ears, but not to hers. Maybe it was exactly what she needed to hear.

“That’s all I can ask for,” she whispered.

She looked around furtively, then stared for a long time at my hand in hers.

Very slowly, she drew it to her chest. My breath caught in my throat.

One by one, she extracted her fingers from mine, and then my hand was filled with her warm, soft breast, separated only by the thin layer of her dress.

“I wasn’t lying about the bra.” Her voice suddenly had an unbearably sexy husk to it, that I instantly adored.

Fuck. I was giddy, breathing hard. I felt like I should say something funny, or clever, or flirtatious, but the words wouldn’t come.

“I really wish this dress wasn’t in the way,” was what slipped out.

“I know,” she replied, “so do I… but not tonight.” She nudged me, and I regretfully pulled my hand away.

“Okay,” I whispered, trying to hide my disappointment.

It didn’t last, however, because she wrapped her arms around my head, and pulled me down until her soft lips met mine.

Kissing Stephanie was magical, there was no other word for it. If my mind was a jumbled mess as we’d been tentatively feeling each other up, then her kiss left it a howling desert. She was gentle, insistent, and lustful. I couldn’t do anything but relax and lose myself in the sensation.

It could have been hours, or even days later, when she finally pulled away.

“Mmm, we have to do this again sometime,” she murmured.

“For sure,” I blurted, without thinking.

She held my hands in hers.

“Take me home.”

And I did.

The next day, I still couldn’t get Stephanie’s parting words out of my head. We have to do this again. Why the fuck was I studying, when I could be making a second date with Stephanie? Why was I anywhere else in the world when I could be with her? It was bliss and frustration all at once.

I didn’t even last the day. By some miracle, though we didn’t have class together that day, I managed to catch up with her at lunch.

“Ioan!” she smiled with some surprise, as she turned to find me standing beside her. “Hello!”

“Hi, listen,” I said, “after last night I really wanted to play it cool, but I keep thinking you’re right, we do have to do it again. So, instead of waiting around, I’m asking you now. Are you free, say, this Friday?“

“... Just a dinner date?” Stephanie said, cautiously, but with a tiny smile gracing her lips. “No promises of anything else?”

“Just a dinner date,” I confirmed.

Her face fell as a thought suddenly occurred to her. “Oh, I have an important academic meet-and-greet on Friday, and I really want to get into Kesselburg’s good books. I could do Saturday instead?”

“I have plans on Saturday,” I thought out loud, “but they can be shifted around, no problem. I’ll find us a different restaurant and meet you there at 6:00?”

“That works for me,” she beamed.

Then her face tilted to the side, eyeing me quizzically. “Are you… alright?”

“Yes, fine,” I breathed, with undisguised relief, feeling like a huge weight had lifted off my chest, “it was just really important to me that we made plans to see each other again. Felt like I would explode if I didn’t.”

“That’s oddly intense of you, but sweet nonetheless,” Stephanie replied, stroking my arm fondly.

“So,” Stephanie said, biting her lip and running her finger down my chest, “when are we going to break in our brand new bedroom?”

“In a little bit,” I groaned, “I’m going to need functioning legs for that.”

It had been, on the whole, a very successful moving day. We’d found a place mid-semester, no parents had been involved at all, every piece of furniture was set up within the day, and Stephanie was now assured of staying close to uni long-term. Not a bad way to mark two months together.

As much fun as her suggestion was, we were exhausted, so we were taking a break to chill on the new couch, my head laying across Stephanie’s lap as she stroked my hair. Stephanie, it turned out, had not taken a long time away from her parents at all before she decided which side of herself to listen to in our relationship. Probably not to anyone’s surprise, she’d chosen the side that involved having the most sex. I had no complaints about the pace our relationship was taking. None at all.

Now, she bent down to kiss me warmly, and that alone made the ache in my arms and legs worth it.

“Could you take the rubbish out at some point?” she murmured.

“Sure,” I muttered blearily.

She raised my head gently off her lap. “I appreciate it. Now, I should take a shower.”

“Can I you?” I offered cheekily as she stood up.

She laughed that wonderful melodious laugh, and said “In a minute! At least give me time to wash my hair first.”

“Fair enough.” It was true, moving had coated both of us in a fine layer of dust and grime. Actually cleaning ourselves would have to take priority.

Stephanie made sure I wouldn’t forget to her by stripping out of her clothes on the way to the bathroom, leaving a neat little trail arranged in approximate order of sexiness.

I stared unashamedly as, with a sly wink over her shoulder, she disappeared behind the door. I didn’t know where she’d learned to sway her ass like that, but it had to be illegal.

I sighed, listening to the white noise of running water. How was I supposed to kill time now? Knowing what was waiting for me in the shower?

Before I knew what I was doing, I had stood up and started cleaning. Of course, I had to take out the rubbish anyway. No sense in putting it off. It didn’t matter that my legs were still aching—in fact, ignoring it was easy.

I gathered everything up in my arms, and inched my way outside, towards the communal rubbish bins. It was bulky, and somewhat heavy, but manageable.

“Ow, okay, maybe I shouldn’t have done that,” I groaned as I dragged my stiff, tired legs back inside. Taking out all the garbage had needed two trips, and it’d felt a lot less ‘manageable’ halfway through the second one. I was very glad to hear the shower still running, not only for the prospect of ing Stephanie, but because I desperately needed to soak right now.

I stripped naked and eased open the shower door, slipping in beside her.

“There you are!” she said. “I was beginning to think you weren’t interested after all.”

“I made a small detour,” I explained, “to take the rubbish out.”

Stephanie gasped, “Oh my god, I meant later!” She smacked my chest playfully. “Weren’t you tired?“

“Umm, yeah,” I itted, “but I decided to do it anyway.”

“Awww, your poor legs,” she crooned. “Let me make you feel better.” She squeezed a generous amount of bodywash onto her palms. I wasn’t exactly sure what scent it was supposed to be, but I had to it it smelled very floral and nice.

Stephanie knelt in front of me, and started rubbing the bodywash into my thighs and calves in large, soothing circles. I felt the sweat, grime, and much of the stress, flowing away under her gentle care.

“God, that actually feels so good,” I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning back against the shower wall.

I felt her soapy hands caressing my balls, running up and down my dick, giving them a good lather before she rinsed it off under the shower.

“You know, while I’m down here…” she husked. The sensation of her deft tongue slowly licking the head of my cock ensured that she didn’t need to elaborate.

I hummed in contentment, sagging against the wall and trying to make sure my knees didn’t buckle as she took me deeper into her mouth.

Stephanie was so good at soothing my aches and pains.

Lazy Sundays were the best. I woke to find my loving girlfriend draped over me, the sun streaming weakly through half-drawn curtains, and absolutely no desire to move from this spot for at least 1000 years. My left hand instinctively went to Stephanie’s hair, stroking her softly and soothingly.

Eventually, her eyes flickered open, and a warm, angelic smile spread over her face as she snuggled in closer to me.

“Mmm, good morning,” she yawned, “what time is it?”

“It’s, uh,” my other arm reached blindly for my phone, “...10:30.”

“Already?” she groaned, burying her face in my chest. “I must have slept like the dead.”

“I wonder why,” I smirked, “someone asked me to, and I quote, ‘fuck them until they can’t feel their legs’ last night.”

“Oh, very true,” Stephanie’s brow furrowed as the memory surfaced in her mind. “Well, mission fucking accomplished. I can’t move a muscle.” Her hand trailed down to my dick, and grasped it lovingly.

“Mission Fucking: accomplished!” I proclaimed.

She giggled at that, “I really don’t want to get up. Can I take breakfast in bed this morning?”

“Sorry,” I said, snuggling into the bed even harder, “I’m just as unable to move as you are.”

“Aw, come on,” she pouted, then leaned in and gave me a soft, sensual kiss. I sighed and relaxed into it. Nothing else seemed important in that moment.

“Make me breakfast in bed? Pleeease?” she whined endearingly.

“I—” my words caught in my throat. Yes, I’d have to leave the comfort of my bed, but suddenly the idea appealed to me a lot. There was a definite kind of romance to it.

“Alright, you’ve swayed me,” I grinned, throwing back the covers and clambering out of bed.

“Huh,” she said, seemingly confused, “thank you.”

“Anything in particular you’d like?” I asked.

Her gaze travelled hungrily over my still-naked body. “Honestly, I haven’t thought that far ahead,” she murmured.

“We have eggs,” I mulled over the options, “you like omelettes, don’t you? We have cheese, we have bacon, we have spinach…”

“Oh, that sounds like heaven,” she nodded. “Are you sure you’re okay to make it?”

“Absolutely!” I said, turning and heading for the kitchen.

One cosy breakfast and one morning hygiene routine later, we were snuggling in bed again.

“So,” I said, tapping Stephanie fondly on the nose, “you just got up to brush your teeth.”

“I suppose,” she itted, grudgingly.

“That proves that you’re able to do the dishes,” I teased. One of our Serious Adult house rules was that whichever of us didn’t cook had to wash up afterwards.

“Do I have to?” she grumbled.

I tilted her face up towards mine. “Come on now,” I chided her, “you know the rules.”

Stephanie looked at me curiously, like I was a puzzle to figure out.

Then she leaned up and kissed me, short and sweet smooches against my lips that made my brain go fuzzy.

“I’d be so grateful,” she said, “if you would wash the dishes for me.”

I wasn’t entirely listening properly, but sticking to the house rules didn’t seem that important anymore. By the time she’d stopped kissing me, my mind was made up. What the hell. She was my girlfriend, I was allowed to spoil her.

“Sure, I’ll get right on it,” I heard myself say, and I was back in the kitchen before I knew it.

When I returned to the bedroom, dishes done, Stephanie was posing for me, one of her breasts peeking invitingly from under the quilt.

“You really just… did that, didn’t you?” she murmured.

I felt like I was missing something.

“Yeah, of course I did,” I replied, shrugging.

Stephanie lifted up the covers. “Come back to bed?”

I didn’t need any persuading.

“Okay,” Stephanie sighed, collapsing on top of me as my dick throbbed inside her, aching blissfully, “now we really need to start studying.“

“We do,” I agreed softly.

Neither of us moved. It was exam season, and we were dealing with the pressure by fucking so often and so ionately that we stopped worrying about it completely. Even though we knew it would come back to bite us.

“I should—” Stephane braced her arms, but halfway through trying to raise herself off me, she gave up, nuzzling further into my shoulder instead.

“Well, I can’t move until you get up,” I said.

“I don’t think either of us wants to.”

“Well, we can’t just fail our exams because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”

Stephanie exhaled softly, tracing a finger around my nipple.

“Let’s make it interesting,” she said, suddenly.

I raised my head to look at her. “What do you have in mind?”

Stephanie met my gaze. “A bet, of sorts. We stop having sex for now, but when our exam results come out, we add up our marks across all subjects. The winner gets their choice of oral sex from the loser, let’s say… every day for the next week.”

That was a tempting proposition. Stephanie on her knees, her smoky eyes gazing up at me as she made love to my cock with her mouth, for an entire week. I could hardly imagine a better incentive, and, well, I wouldn’t exactly be complaining if I lost either.

“You’ve got a deal,” I said.

We shook on it, pressing kisses to each other’s knuckles.

“Now get off me, so I can start going over my lectures,” I added, grinning.

“Not before I do!” she said, and immediately lifted herself off me, searching for her clothes wherever she’d left them on the floor.

I laughed, and ed her. It turned out sex was a good motivator to study after all.

“I don’t believe it,” Stephanie said, shoulders slumping in defeat, “you won.”

It was a close-run thing, and we’d both done fantastically no matter how you sliced it, but in the end, I had squeaked past her. By a mere two percentage points.

I was grinning like an idiot. After all that effort, a whole week of blowjobs from Stephanie stretched out in front of me. It was too good to be true.

“Aww, were you looking forward to a week of my tongue on your pussy?” I teased.

Stephanie perked up a little. “Well, we said the winner gets oral sex from the loser,” she said, slyly. “We never specified what kind. You can always choose to eat me out.”

I laughed and pulled her closer. “Some other time, maybe.”

Stephanie took advantage of our proximity to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“But you love the taste of my pussy,” she murmured. Kiss, kiss. “Think about how good it would feel,” kiss, kiss, “to just bury your head between my thighs,” kiss, kiss, “and lick me until I cum.“

“Mmmm, it does sound nice,” I itted, “but I think I prefer putting you on your knees.”

“Oh my,” Stephanie batted her eyelashes coyly, “well I can’t say fairer than that.”

I cuddled her close, and kissed her forehead.

“Well done,” I murmured. “You did amazingly.”

“Thank you,” she replied, “so did you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

That was a competition I’d win even if I lost.

But as the day went on, I realised just how much I actually did want to lick Stephanie’s gorgeous pussy. Burying my face between her thighs. Licking her until she came. I loved the taste of her pussy. I kept looking at her, and imagining sinking down between her legs to pleasure her. Once or twice, I found myself salivating over it.

After dinner, I’d made up my mind. I just wasn’t feeling in the mood for a blowjob, no matter how wonderful Stephanie’s mouth was. I wanted to taste her, to feel her shake and scream with pleasure, and have the satisfaction of knowing that I made it happen.

“So,” Stephanie cooed, taking my hands and leading me to the bedroom, “I imagine you’d like your reward for besting me in our little competition?”

“Actually,” I itted, “I’ve been thinking about it, and I’d rather eat you out.”

Stephanie’s eyes widened. “You mean that?” Her legs found the edge of the bed, and she sat without thinking.

“Yeah, absolutely!” I said. “I love the taste of your pussy.”

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

She lay back, spreading her legs invitingly.

“Well, if that’s really what you want, don’t let me stop you,” she husked.

I collapsed onto my knees, and buried my face eagerly in her warm, wet pussy. It might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn she tasted even better than usual. As I licked and sucked, Stephanie’s thighs clamped softly around my ears, trapping me in a sensory prison where the only thing that existed was the smell and the taste of her. I could do nothing but worship, and I liked it that way. Was I down here for minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter to me. I was pleasing my girlfriend.

Eventually, not even her thighs could keep out her trembling scream of “Oh fuuuuuuck!” as she came, her wetness coating my face as I licked furiously, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her.

Her thighs’ grip on my head slackened, and her hand reached for mine as she came down from her peak. I levered myself up towards the bed and ed her, wrapping my arms around her lovingly.

“Wow,” she gasped. “I really get to look forward to an entire week of that?”

We’d never agreed that the first choice the winner made would be locked in for the entire week… but somehow, I knew I’d make the same choice every time.

“Yeah,” I smiled fondly, stroking her hair, “you absolutely do.”

I assumed that after a week of having me worship her pussy, Stephanie would eventually feel more like taking a submissive role, but tonight she was insisting on being on top. She rode me very slowly, leaning down and kissing me with the rhythm of our thrusts.

I was usually quite proud of my ability to last, but something about Stephanie’s whispered dirty talk was driving me crazy tonight.

“Cum for me,” she murmured, “just cum as hard as you can.”

My cock was already twitching with overwhelming pleasure. I wanted to be embarrassed, but I was happy to please Stephanie too, and right now she wanted me to cum for her. I gave up trying to hold back, and buried myself as deep inside her as I could go.

“That’s it,” she cooed, kissing me again, “it feels too good to resist.” Our lips sealed together, her tongue caressing mine. “Cum for me.”

I twitched again. How was it possible for Stephanie to be so sexy?!

“I-I’m close,” I managed to groan, milliseconds before her kiss cut my thoughts short.

“Just let go,” she purred, a wicked gleam in her eye. She pressed one last kiss to my lips, and murmured. “Cum for me right now.”

Twitch, twitch. I couldn’t last any longer. I moaned into her mouth and came harder than I ever had before. Stephanie’s pussy milked me dry as I poured myself into her, shuddering in mindless pleasure almost too much to bear.

Eventually I sank into the mattress, completely spent, and felt Stephanie’s soft lips against mine. My mind started to drift lazily in the afterglow.

“You’re so sleepy,” she murmured, soothingly, comfortingly. “So tired.” Kiss. “Cumming like that wore you out.” Kiss. “Let yourself rest.” Kiss. Sleep deeply for me. Listening only to my voice.“

I wanted to tell her that I’d prefer to stay awake and cuddle, but the words wouldn’t come. All of a sudden I felt so sleepy… so sleepy…

I was having a very pleasant dream. Stephanie was talking to me. Her voice rang gently in my mind, comfortable but impossible to ignore. Easy to listen to. Easy to obey.

Can you hear me, Ioan?

“Yes.”

Are you… hypnotised, right now?

“I don’t know.”

Okay. Let me try this. You are hypnotised.

“I… am hypnotised?”

You are hypnotised.

“I am hypnotised.”

You must obey my every command.

“I must obey your every command.”

Think, now. all the times you have followed my orders before. What was it that made you want to obey?

That was a difficult question. I racked my brains. It was so hard to think.

“Your kisses.” The words came to me unbidden. Was that true? It must be. I’d just said it.

How?

An even more difficult question, but I decided to relax and let myself answer it, “The only thing I can think of after your kisses is your words.”

It’s actually real. Holy shit, this is incredible. Ummm… Ioan, call me Mistress.

“Yes Mistress.”

How do you feel about being under my control?

“Wonderful, Mistress.”

Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me, right now?

“I… wouldn’t kill people, Mistress. I’m sorr—”

It’s okay, it’s okay, shhhhshhshh, I won’t ask you to kill anyone, I promise.

More soft kisses, easing me back into comfortable oblivion.

If I say a special phrase later, do you promise to fall back into this deep, hypnotic trance for me? Even if you can’t consciously that I’ve told you?

“Yes, Mistress.”

Whenever I say… ‘Sleep for my lips’, you’ll fall back into this deep, hypnotic sleep, where there is only the sound of my voice and the feeling of my kisses. After all, you’re sleeping for my lips right now, and it’s such an easy instruction to obey, isn’t it?

“Yes Mistress.”

Good boy. Now, help me figure out exactly how this works.

I awoke, feeling so comfortable and content. I soon realised that a warm, heavy weight was laying on top of me. My eyes flickered open. Stephanie was cradling me in her arms, and I was nursing instinctively on one of her nipples. Her hand was stroking my hair.

“Mmmm, good morning” I murmured, before obediently letting her nipple back into my mouth.

“Hey, you,” she chirped.

Only when she buried her face in my hair, sniffling softly, did I realise that she was on the brink of tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I said, looking up at her immediately.

“I… wanted to give you something nice,” she said, not meeting my eye, “to soften the blow. Something you could enjoy before I told you the bad news.”

“And… that is?” I prompted, nervously.

She sighed, and her deep, warm brown eyes met mine.

“We have to break up,” she whispered.

The pit of my stomach dropped out of existence, leaving a howling void. “W-what?!”

“It’s absolutely nothing to do with you,” she said quickly. “Please, please understand that. You’ve been wonderful. And if you give me a chance to explain, you might understand where I’m coming from.” She gave a shaky little laugh. “Or you might think I’m crazy and be thankful you dodged a bullet.“

“I don’t think you’re crazy!” I yelped.

Stephanie dried her eyes, and some inner confidence seemed to reassert itself. “Then I hope you’re ready to hear this.”

“Okay, okay, I’m listening,” I said. I couldn’t for the life of me understand where her thoughts were, but I wanted to hear them.

Stephanie took a deep breath.

“I think I have mind control powers.”

I blinked. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but… not that. I didn’t believe it, and I was sure she could tell by the look on my face.

“You can control minds?” I said.

“Yes,” she grinned, though her eyes were still watery.

“How?”

“By kissing people.”

Things became a little clearer. “Oh! So… you’re breaking up with me because you think you’ve been controlling my mind every time we kiss?”

She nodded mildly. “That, and other reasons.”

“Okay!” I said, choosing my words carefully, so it didn’t sound like I thought she was crazy. “Can you… show me an example?”

“Sure,” she smirked. “Sleep for my lips.”

I opened my eyes to find myself flat on my back, with Stephanie grinding her pussy against my face as I eagerly licked and worshipped her.

“Do you believe me now?” I heard her voice drift down from above.

“Wha’? No,” I tried to speak and pleasure her at the same time, though my words were muffled. “I’m a’ways ’oved ea’ng you ou’.”

“You don’t… wonder how we got into this position?”

I did my best to shrug. “Noh rea’y.”

“Well, in that case—oooh—I’ll have to try again. Sleep for my lips.”

I opened my eyes to find myself on my knees in front of the bed. Stephanie was lying back, like a queen expecting to be pampered, and I was kissing her feet like a devoted servant.

“You know, this is actually quite nice,” she laughed, though it sounded oddly wistful. “Do you believe me now?”

I shrugged, and continued kissing. It was amazing how every inch of Stephanie was so perfect and deserving of worship, even her feet.

“Seriously? We’ve never done anything like this before, and you just happened to pick today to start?“

“Sho what?” I mumbled between kisses. “I lov’ pleashng you.”

She sighed loudly, and I wondered if somehow I’d disappointed her.

“I can see I’ll have to try another approach,” she said. “Sleep for my lips.”

I opened my eyes. My head was swimming.

“Now do you ?” Stephanie asked.

. what I did every time she kissed me. I tried to process all the distant memories that Stephanie had just unlocked.

She’d kissed me, then asked for a second date, so I’d asked her the very next day, unable to relax until I’d done so. She’d kissed me as she’d asked to move in with me, so we moved in together. She’d kissed me when my legs were too sore to move, and asked me to take out the garbage, so I’d ignored my legs and obeyed. She’d kissed me when she’d asked me to do household chores, so I had—dishes, vacuuming, laundry, anything that needed doing. She’d kissed me to persuade me that my prize for winning our exam bet was to worship her pussy for a week. We had kissed a lot throughout our relationship, and sometimes, by coincidence or by Stephanie deliberately testing the waters, those kisses had come with requests attached. Requests I had been only too happy to follow. And then there was last night, when she’d kissed me and told me I was getting so sleepy for her…

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathed. “Okay, I believe you now.”

“I hope you don’t think badly of me,” she said. “I didn’t understand what I was doing at first. After I noticed the connection, I had to know if it really worked how I thought it did.”

“I, no, fair enough,” I replied. “Um, okay. So… to go back to our original point…”

Stephanie was looking at me with some apprehension, “Yes?”

I took a deep breath, then let it all out in a rush, “I’d like some time to process, but I don’t think we need to break up over this. Like, I trust you, and I know you wouldn’t abuse your power. Maybe we just need, like, a really robust set of safewords? But—”

Stephanie quieted me with a finger on my lips.

“If that was all there was to it,” she whispered, “I’d be happy to agree.”

I deflated, a little, “Okay, what else is there?”

Stephanie lowered her head.

“I can’t stop here, Ioan,” she said. “I just can’t. I’m a scientist first and foremost, and I have to study this, to understand how it works. What’s so special about me that I can do all this with just a kiss? Can other women do it too? Does it only work on a certain kind of man?”

“Right,” I said, “I you telling me you wanted to fill in the gaps on the psychology of sexuality that Freud missed. So this must be a dream come true.”

“Yes,” she smiled, seeming flattered that I ed that conversation from our very first date, “but more to the point, I will have to kiss other men to study this effectively. And not just a stage kiss, either. If my—sorry, by the way—if my experiments on you are any indicator, I’ll have to be actively seducing them. And that would be cheating.”

Ah. Shit. She had me there. It was my one true deal-breaker. I had no particular disrespect for throuples or polyamory or whatever it was called, but I was strictly monogamous, and we both knew it. I trusted Stephanie to the ends of the Earth not to cheat on me, whatever people said about her back home, but now here she was, compelled to be unfaithful to pursue her own career ambitions. A cruel irony.

“I’m sure it’s occurred to you,” I said slowly, “that you could just hypnotise me to be okay—”

Stephanie raised a hand, sharply, “No! Stop. Don’t go there. Don’t even think about it.“

My shoulders slumped, “You… you’re right. But I don’t want to get in your way, either.”

“Then this is the best thing for both of us,” she said gently.

“I, um.” Words seemed not to have enough meaning to say what I really meant. “I really enjoyed being with you.”

Past tense. I’d accepted it. She heard it too, and the dam broke. We fell into each other’s arms, letting the tears flow.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” I managed as I breathed in the scent of her hair like it was the last time.

“We have to,” she whispered. “We should stay together at least until we find other places to live, but…” She clutched my arm as if her life depended on it. “I’ll treasure every second.”

“I… I get it,” I said shakily, “but it seems so pointless right now, when you’re here, and I’m here, and we could just stay like this…”

I could tell she agreed, by the way she curled into me even tighter.

“I’ll make it worth it,” she murmured. “I swear to you, I won’t stop until my research is done. I’ll plan everything out, down to the last detail. I will not break your heart and mine just to fail.”

I felt the power, the will, the love, behind those words, and I trembled. If Stephanie really could hypnotise any man with just a kiss, then the world would have to watch out.

“Promise me one thing?” I said.

“Of course,” she replied softly.

“Find someone you can share this with,” I pleaded. “Someone who understands you, who you don’t have to hypnotise to be on board with what you’re doing.”

Stephanie hugged me, “Thank you. I really hope you find someone, too.”

In the end, that was all we could say.