The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I never thought my days off would look like this, since my free time was usually packed full of activities. Running, exercising, walking in the hills, or doing handyman chores around the house if needed. Despite all that, relaxing like this did not feel bad at all. I did some cooking, took a bath and slept a little, but most of the time I was just sitting in my chair, with a candle burning in front of me and listening to Linda’s recordings.

I faintly ed the first time returning from her hotel room and the thought listening to her voice felt odd to me. Truth be told there was some lingering feeling of uneasiness about this activity, like it was somehow unnatural. But it was hard to concentrate on that thought, because at the same time I felt strong urge to listen to her voice more and more.

Her files became a part of my daily routine. I have listened to one right after she left yesterday and apparently fallen asleep while doing it. Even though I woke up energized, there was still something deep inside of me longing for that relaxation and I played another one or two. It was hard to keep up with exact number since they flowed so nicely into each other.

My mind was getting little foggy after those files and it was hard for me to follow my usual daily routine. I tried to think about chores that needed to be done, but then noticed the candle being almost burned out and so I lit another one and was rewarded with more of that sweet scent which was now filling my house from top to bottom. There was a good reason why I burned one scented candle after another, but I could not what it was. Smell of the new candle was often intense enough that I had to sit down for a second. Sit down and do something important. Sit down and listen to more files.

The day went by in a flash. Every time my head started to clear a little, I sat down and played another file. It was more like I needed to listen to them instead of just wanting to do it. I should have felt alarmed by it but the thought faded into the background and was replaced with need to listen to Linda’s voice and the pleasure she brought me.

It was hard to almost anything from those files clearly. Her voice was pleasant, calm and talking to me with resolve and conviction that always made it hard for me to question anything she talked about. Sometimes it felt like she was saying things I disagreed with, but as she kept talking, I found it hard to resist her persuasion. It seemed like she always had all the right lines of reasoning on her side and I was the one being foolish. Again and again, I found myself agreeing with her and repeating things she told me in the end.

I always prided myself to be intelligent, driven and highly motivated to get my work done in the best way possible. But it was getting hard for me to keep that image in my mind while listening to her files. I was proven wrong so many times that I began to second guess my own decision making. It was easier for me to just trust things her voice was telling me. I was still questioning some of them, but it was getting more difficult for me to even why I was resisting those ideas in the first place.

Time and time again my beliefs were being challenged in a way I should have been concerned about, but I ended up being unsure what troubled me in a first place. If anything, I almost always felt shame about being too much concerned. There was something bothering me, but at the same time there were these new ideas inside my mind—that I shouldn’t worry so much about everything, take things more lightly and stop thinking about rules that I imposed on myself. Every time I got unsettled, there was a voice inside my head telling me that everything is perfectly fine and I just need to calm down and open my mind.

I was never one for relaxation or opening myself to others, but after two days of listening to Linda’s voice, I was used to it so much, that it was hard to separate her words from my own thoughts. Files were calming my mind and I was enjoying listening to them so much, that it became easier and easier to let her in. Each of those recordings had a strange sound track in the background, but it was not important, I just needed to concentrate on her voice.

Every time I finished one of those files, there were new things I wanted to think about, new things I wanted to try. It was little troubling because I could not where these ideas came from, but it was like they were always in the back of my mind and I just needed a nudge to notice them. And there were also thoughts that I ed having before and now they were fading away. I always kept my guard up around people, but for some reason it felt like I should not do that around Linda.

She was special and normal rules did not apply to her and the more I let her get close to me, the better it would feel. I was already feeling pretty amazing right now and that was because I was listening to her and trusting her words. There was still part of me that kept questioning things that her files were telling me, but those questions were fading fast with each file. Something was telling me that Linda’s words were more trustworthy than my own beliefs. I could not where that thought came from, but it felt too compelling for me to ignore. I kept listening to her voice and it felt like my worldview was changing at the same time.

When I finished with the next recording, it was already evening. Candle on my coffee table was almost burnt out and I lit a new one without even thinking about it. My mind was a foggy and I felt like a student after all-nighter study session—there was just too much stuff inside my head. I needed to get my bearings, but when I tried to put my thoughts together, they felt like a jumbled mess. So, I decided to freshen up first before doing anything else and went straight to bathroom.

There was something wrong with my reflection, but I could not put finger on what it was. My eyes were little hazy and there was something in my expression that felt alien. But before I could focus on it more, I just went for foam and razor and started shaving stubble on my face. Maybe that was the thing that bothered me because I immediately felt better after being clean shaven. Then I finally jumped into shower and started to scrub myself.

My initial plan was only to take a quick dip, but my thoughts were still meandering and it was hard for me to move fast. In fact, I was moving slower and slower because the water was making my skin more sensitive. My hand started to roam my body slowly and my mind brought up foggy memory of yesterday. Linda in her tight revealing clothing on my couch, so close to me, letting me watch her beautiful body.

I hesitated for a second, because it was unusual for me to fantasize about my friend like this, but almost immediately a thought resurfaced in my mind—there was nothing wrong with having attractive friends and there was nothing wrong with these harmless fantasies. I kept picturing myself taking off her clothing, revealing sexy underwear underneath it and my hand went down, between my legs. I was getting excited and the picture was even more vivid. I could almost feel her skin under my hand.

And then my doorbell rang.

It felt like a slap in my face, but I stopped the water, quickly wiped myself and wrapped towel around my waist and went for the door to see who the hell was visiting me this late in the evening. I came downstairs when the bell rang again and I was ready to scold the person on the other side of my door. But when I opened the it, Linda was standing on my front porch.

“Is this a bad time?” she smirked looking at my wet hair and towel wrapped around me.

“No, of course it isn’t,” I responded quickly and my annoyance suddenly vanished. “Come in, I was…” my words just stopped when I realized what I was doing just a minute ago.

“Well, thank you,” she smiled, went in and closed the door before I could recover.

She stood with her back to me and this time I caught on and hanged her coat before she had to nudge me. I was rewarded with even more amazing look than the evening before—her hair was braided so I could see her naked shoulders again. Her navy-blue dress was held up by only two very thin straps and what a dress it was. Long sleeves were the most concealing elements of her garment. The dress was hugging her figure tightly ending just above her knees and it looked like the hem would slide up with almost any movement. Cleavage was more than generous and there was no chance for any kind of bra being under there. Her slim figure was emphasized by big cut outs on both sides of the dress. No jewelry today, but she was wearing a pair of navy heels to match her outfit.

“You look amazing.”

“That is what I was going for.”

She did not give me a chance to respond and went for a hug. My arms wrapped around her slender figure and I was immediately aware that there is only thin fabric between our two bodies. My first thought was to pull back, but it dissipated when I breathed in her perfume and was replaced by pleasant feeling.

“Shhh, let’s enjoy it a little, just a hug between friends,” she whispered in my ear.

I opened my mouth to protest, but closed it again because I was unsure why I was worried in a first place. So I hugged her more tightly and breathed in that intoxicating fragrance. Her hands were slowly running over my back, long nails scratching my skin and it felt divine.

“See? There is nothing wrong with this. I want you to concentrate on this feeling—it is your reward for trusting me and listening to my voice. Take a deep breath and focus on how great this is.”

I took a deep breath and rest of my worries melted away. She was right of course; this was just a hug between friends and her body felt amazing against mine. My hands were still wrapped tightly around her shoulders and I felt the heat radiating from her. It felt so liberating to just trust her voice and believe her words.

There was something else she whispered into my ear, but I was immersed in this incredible feeling and didn’t even notice what it was. I was just too lost in this moment and recovered a little only after she pushed me away.

“Someone got really excited here,” she smirked and her glance went down where there was revealing bulge on my towel.

“I am really sorry,” I started to apologize on reflex since I immediately felt extremely awkward.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything. —there is nothing wrong with finding your friends attractive.”

I wanted to protest, because this certainly felt like a crossing a line. She was extremely attractive, but I was still only wearing a towel and getting this close to her after my shower, I just lost control of myself. I opened my mouth to say something, but she stepped back close to me and her perfume hit me again.

“Mike, look me in the eye and tell me that there is nothing wrong with finding your friends attractive.”

“There is nothing wrong with finding my friends attractive,” I nodded. Of course that was true, she already convinced me yesterday.

“So, stop worrying about this and enjoy the show.”

She looked amazing even this close to me, her golden hair, piercing blue eyes, glossy lips and perfect face, it was hard to look away even if I tried. I kept watching her and unsettling thoughts were vanishing from my mind, replaced with her perfect image. It was just so easy to look at her, listen to her words and enjoy her fragrance.

“That is more like it—it’s always better when you listen to me, isn’t it?” she smiled and then took a few steps toward the couch.

“Yeah, it is really nice,” I watched her hips swaying, but then I was finally able to recover a little. “I should still get dressed.”

“If you think it will make a difference, sure, go for it,” she waved me away without even looking at me.

That was a weird expression, but I did not let my mind dwell on it too much and went back to my bedroom to switch to something more appropriate. It took me only a minute, but when I got back downstairs, Linda already made herself comfortable on my couch. There was an amused smile on her face like she knew something I did not, but I felt slightly more confident now when I was dressed. However, the closer I got to her, the more I grew uncertain, it was like something about her made me second-guess myself.

“Would you be so kind and bring me some wine? And make sure it is something good.”

I just nodded, went to kitchen and returned with a bottle of red and two wine glasses. I poured for both of us, but when I wanted to sit on a couch, Linda put her hand on my chest and stopped me. She smelled amazing this close but it looked like I was already getting used to her perfume. My head was no longer spinning around, it was just harder for me to put my thoughts together and I was more ive.

“Though I have to say you clean up really nice, we need to do something about your clothes.”

“My clothes?” I had chosen one of my better outfits so it felt surprising.

“Yes. You see, I am wearing this tight short dress so you can enjoy your view, so it’s only fair you lose some of your stuff.”

“Well, okay then,” I nodded. It was a little uncomfortable for me, but she was right of course, I needed to repay her the favor and I took off my shirt and tossed it aside. She already saw me shirtless anyway.

“That is better, but not enough.”

“Not enough?” I was puzzled.

“My dress is really short today and you can see whole lot more of my body, wouldn’t you agree, Mike?”

“Yes, you look incredible.”

“Nice of you to notice. So it is only fair that you also show me more—how about you strip down to your underwear?”

“That seems really inappropriate,” I protested desperately. There was something about that request that felt unsettling, but it was hard for me to pin down what exactly the problem was.

“Mike, look at me, look at my face, look at my cleavage, look at my legs in this short skirt that just keeps rolling up. I wore this as a favor to you and you don’t want to repay it? Think about it. Think about how much you want to please me.”

I wanted to object but my certainty was fading by the second. I watched her beautiful eyes and face, then looked over her body. Her breasts were stretching tight fabric of her dress so much that I could see outline of her nipples, cutoffs on sides were showing more of her skin and hem of her dress was now rolled so far up that it almost did not cover her thighs at all. I finally realized how selfish I was—of course I needed to repay the favor. I removed the rest of my clothing and after a while I stood in front of her only in my black boxer shorts. I felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable but it could not be helped, I had to please Linda.

“That is much better, you should concentrate more on these good feelings and stop complicating things all the time. You know there is nothing to worry about when we are together right?”

“Of course, sorry,” I felt bad for letting her down. As always, she knew better than me. What was I even thinking about?

“But now it is maybe me who is little overdressed. I should at least remove my shoes. Or I have even better idea, how about you do that for me?”

“Sure,” I took a step closer and leaned forward.

“I think it would be much easier if you were down on your knees, don’t you think?”

I stopped for a second only to realize that she was right of course and sunk down on my knees before her. I undid strap on her left shoe and removed it before repeating the same for the right one, making sure I was handling them with care and let her feet slip out slowly. But when I wanted to stand up, she put one of her legs on my shoulder, holding me down.

“I think I quite like the look of you kneeling in front of me. You would not mind staying there a little longer, right? It would make me happy.”

“Of course, if you wish,” I looked up to her and was rewarded with a satisfied smile. It felt nice to please her.

“And while you are down there, why won’t you make yourself useful and give me a foot massage. Oh and use this, it’s my favorite.”

She handed me a small tube of lotion and I paused for second looking at her feet. Again, I felt like something was slightly off, but the thought faded away. I just needed to trust Linda and do things that were making her happy. I squeezed some of the lotion on my hand and was immediately rewarded with an explosion of fragrance that I knew very well at this point. It smelt amazing and felt warm on my hands to the point I felt slight tingling of my skin. I immediately forgot about hesitation and started massaging her left foot, slowly, carefully, making sure to get each of her muscles properly relaxed.

“Oh my god, Mike, you have been holding out on me. You are actually pretty good at this, got a lot of practice?”

“Yeah, I have been doing that for Molly a lot.”

“Who is this Molly?”

“My girlfriend,” I responded while feeling stab of guilt about doing something this intimate with another woman.

“This is no good, Mike. I need you to get something straight. Breathe deeply, inhale my scent and concentrate only on my and on giving me a proper massage.”

I took a deep breath and inhaled even more of her perfume. It was all around me right now, coming from candle, lotion and of course Linda herself. The tingling in my hands intensified and spread through my entire body. I needed something to focus on because my mind was getting hazy again and I continued with the massage, looking at her feet with perfectly manicured fingers that were of course painted in a same navy blue as her dress. Her presence was helping me to anchor my thoughts.

“That is better, you should concentrate only on me. I am the most important thing in your life right now.”

“Most… important thing?”

“Yes, focus on how good you are feeling right now and all that is thanks to me. Concentrate on that.”

“It does feel pretty amazing,” I giggled a little, feeling almost little drunk.

“And all those other times you have done this before did not get even close. You are enjoying giving me this massage, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am enjoying this,” it was hard to not agree with her, I felt incredible.

“Because you are mising all the times before. You were not doing it for anyone important, that girl was not even your girlfriend.”

“She wasn’t?” I asked quizzically, because my memories of those times were so clear.

“No, Mike. Focus on my voice—you trust me and your memories are deceiving you. All those times before were not important, those girls were nobodies. Concentrate on me, concentrate on how good you feel with me and realize how important I am to you.”

She was shining like a beacon in my mind right now and I tried to be attentive to her words. It was so easy to let myself enjoy her presence but at the same time I was unsettled about my own mind. Was it possible to these things so wrongly? I was trying to bring up my memories but they were like a jumbled mess. I still felt something when recalling them, but this moment was so much powerful. Linda was talking to me and I was trusting her voice so much. I was wrong so many times before so it was possible I was mistaken again and my memories were deceiving me.

“Forget about those girls Mike, they are not important. You need to care about me right now and you never gave massage to your girlfriend.”

It was like a giant fog cloud covered my memories and I had hard time making heads or tails of them. But it was becoming clearer and clearer to me that I was wrong—I never gave a foot massage to my girlfriend. I kept concentrating on the task at hand, because it was important to care about Linda.

“How is your memory now Mike? What do you now?”

“I never gave massage to my girlfriend.”

“Very good and what about those girls you did this before me?”

“They were not important.”

“And this girl Molly you told me about? Did you ever do it for her?”

“I… I am not sure,” it was getting too confusing again, like there were two memories at the same time.

“You told me that you gave Molly a massage, but also that you never did it for your girlfriend, ?”

“Yes, yes I did say that, " it was easier to follow her words than to try and make sense of all this mess by myself.

“Well there is an easy explanation then. You did the massage for Molly, but she is not your girlfriend. You ed it wrong all this time.”

“Not my girlfriend?” I was so sure of it just a while ago, but Linda was striping my confidence away. But there was no chance of me being this wrong, or was there?

“Of course not, you told me those girls were not important. You never did this for your girlfriend. You do not have a girlfriend. all those times with Molly and realize you were just friends, maybe not even that. You were never important to her, so she always went away and she was never important to you.”

“Never important?” the thought was extremely saddening. I tried to bring up all the memories I had but their joy was fading from my mind. I ed the girl, I ed Molly, but she was so cold, so distant.

“No, she was never close to you at all. When you think about that person now, there are barely any positive memories involved. You just feel numb and indifferent when thinking about her. Tell me, how do you feel about Molly?”

I tried to gather my feelings about that girl. She might have been someone close to me in the past, but right now it was hard for me to find any feeling about that person. It was exactly like Linda said.

“She is no one important,” I responded after hesitating for a second.

“Very well and how about your girlfriend?”

That was a weird question and it took some time to wrap my head around it. I was sure I had a girlfriend at some point, but right now I could not find any face or name to go with that title. Was that so long ago that I forgot about her? There must have been someone there but my mind was getting foggy even trying to who it was and I was coming up with nothing again. There was only one logical explanation.

“I don’t have any girlfriend.”

“Are you sure Mike?”

“Yes, I am,” I was finally getting my thoughts under control and this was only thing that made sense. I squeezed more lotion on my hand, moved to her right foot and was rewarded with another wave of overwhelming fragrance. My skin was buzzing and my head was throbbing, but I needed to continue with my task.

“You are finally starting to sound the way I like,” her tone was smug now for some reason. “You must realize now there is room in your life for someone important, don’t you?”

That was a weird notion—I never felt that my life was empty, but it made pretty good sense for her to think about it like that. I did not have anyone close to me and I guess I have been looking for someone even when I did not realize it.

“I guess, you are right.”

“Of course I am right, Mike. You know you can trust me.”

“Yeah, I can trust you.”

“That is good, because you should listen to me very carefully now—there is already someone important in your life and that is me. You should have noticed it sooner, but I will help you realize that.”

It was not a huge leap to get to that conclusion. I already knew she was my best friend and even when we know each other only for a short while, I trusted her more than anyone. Of course I cared about her.

“You are important to me,” I nodded and felt strangely numb, almost robot like. It was difficult for me to continue massaging her feet and keep concentrating on my swirling thoughts. It was much easier to follow Linda’s words. She was making more sense anyway and I trusted her completely.

“I want you to how good you feel every time when you are with me. There is nothing to worry about when we are together, you can just smell my perfume, listen to my voice, trust my words and let everything else go.”

There was no point to question her words even if I wanted to do it for some reason. I was always feeling so great around her; my uncertainty was fading away and I could just enjoy being close to her, not worrying about anything else.

“Concentrate on that feeling and realize that I am the most important person in your life and you want to make me happy. I want you to realize it, believe it and when you do, repeat it to me.”

Her voice was strangely compelling, combination of sweet music with commanding undertones and I was again unable to fight her words. But why I should not fight them in a first place—she was my friend and I trusted her more than anyone else in the entire world. I looked up to her beautiful face, watched her confident smile, enchanting eyes and realized she was of course correct.

“You are the most important person in my life and I want to make you happy.”

“That has a nice ring to it, repeat it again for me.”

“You are the most important person in my life and I want to make you happy,” there was no hesitation this time, my feelings for her were even stronger now.

“Let’s see if you really mean that, Mike. What would make me really happy right now would be if you kissed my feet. And do it properly for both of them, nothing gentle.”

My head moved before I could think about it, I just wanted to make her happy. I lowered my head and planted a deep kiss on the bridge of her left foot and then did the same for the other foot. My lips started tingling immediately and buzzing in my head got louder. Whatever was in the lotion was making my world spin and it was hard for me to keep balance. Luckily Linda steadied me with her foot on my chest.

“Very good Mike, this maybe too much for you, but I need you to concentrate for me a little more before I lose you, can you do that?”

“Yeah,” everything was spinning, but Linda was the one thing I could focus on.

“You already told me how great I look when I arrived, but the truth is, you wanted to tell me more, you want to do more with me, right?”

“I want more,” I repeated mindlessly and tried to focus my gaze on her.

“You find me incredibly hot, don’t you?”

“Yeah, incredibly hot, " I repeated again because it was true.

“You think my face is amazing, you want to look at my breasts and you even tried to peek up my dress while you were down there, didn’t you?”

Her hand was moving now, first she traced a finger over her lips, then continued over her breasts which emphasized her erect nipples being visible through the stretched fabric. After that her fingers moved on the sides of her body, stroking her bare skin through cutouts in her dress and then going even lower. My eyes were locked on her navy-blue nails and I could not stop watching.

She moved hand over bare skin of her thigh and her nails left white lines there. Then I realized she was slowly spreading her legs and at the same time and as her hand moved up her inner thigh, she gave me an amazing look of her blue lace thong. My head was throbbing hard and my mouth was watering.

“Focus Mike, think about how hot I am and how good it felt to embrace my tight body. Look at it now and how you fantasized about me. You wanted me even before today and you want me even more now.”

There was no denying her words. I watched her fingers slowly go over the fabric of her underwear and I wanted so badly to get closer to her, but it was almost impossible for me to move. My whole body was tingling, I felt incredibly hot and my head was spinning so hard, that I was getting dizzy. At the same time, I felt extremely aroused—I ed my time in shower thinking about Linda, ed hugging her, feeling her naked skin with my hands, massaging her feet. Every memory and fantasy felt so appealing right now and I wanted her so much.

“That is good, concentrate only on that, only on your need to be with me, to have me. Think about how amazing will it be to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me.”

I followed her every word and the imagery were amazing. I wanted to do all that and more, I wanted to taste her lips, feel the softness of her breasts, slide my hand up her hip, pull that dress of her body. I needed that so badly it was making me a little crazy.

“You want me, you need me and you will do anything to have me. Concentrate on that need and concentrate on what you would be willing to do for it.”

“Hngh,” it was impossible for me to get any intelligible word from my lips. My throat was sore and I felt feverish, but my only clear thought was that I needed her so much. I tried to move closer, but I was weak as a child and her foot still rested on my chest. I wanted to get closer to her and I would do anything to get her in my hands.

“Looks like I really turned you on,” she giggled. “But you are in no condition to do anything right now, so you will have to wait and visit me tomorrow evening in my hotel room at eight. Understood?”

I nodded, because I was still unable to talk. My eyes were glued to her fingers that kept tracing the same line, up and down, up and down and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to touch her so much.

“But we can’t have you slacking until then, so let’s have some more fun with your mind.”

Although I was almost unable to stand up, she helped me to get on a couch and lie down. Then she brought a candle next to my head, put headphones in my ears and I was listening to one of her files again, while still thinking about everything I would do to touch her body. Background noise was even louder in this recording but it faded quickly and I was able to focus only on Linda’s voice.

“Listen to me and concentrate on my voice. You are already used to my words, you trust me and you believe the things I say to you. You need to listen to me more and you want to learn more of the things I say to you.”

I was feeling much better now on the couch, my head was still spinning, but I did not have to expend any strength on trying to keep steady and all my willpower was instead focused on listening to Linda’s words. It was just so easy to go along with the things her voice was telling me.

“You are also used to being around my fragrance every day and it has become part of your life. Everything feels better when you smell my perfume—you find yourself being more focused, more accepting and agreeable when my fragrance is in the air. When you smell my perfume, you want to listen to me and please me.”

I have never encountered something so intoxicating as her perfume ever before. These past days I was bathing in it and it was unsettling for me to even think about losing access to that smell. I wanted to be close to it, close to Linda and make her happy.

“But that is not all you got used to. You like to be near me and you want to get even closer. You have been deluding yourself into believing that you are not attracted to me. But you cannot do that anymore, because you realized how much you want me. Think about me, think about how I look and it to yourself that you want me, you need me.”

I clearly saw her in my mind and every part of Linda was perfect. Her golden hair, deep blue magnetic eyes, pink full lips made for kissing, slim, toned figure with firm breasts, rounded hips and butt made for squeezing. I have already seen enough of her bare skin to tempt me into seeing even more. I had to have her; I had to get her body in my hands.

“Get lost in thoughts about my body. There is nothing more important for you right now than me. You need more of my fragrance, more of my words, more of my body. Forget about everything else. I am the only thing you need.”

That fantasy was almost too much for me. I could see her before me, wanted to tear her clothes from her body, throw her down and started to kiss her, touch her. Every word was making me even more crazy about her.

“But before that, you have to prove me how much you want me. You need to do something for me—listen to my words, repeat them and believe each and every one of them. If you do that, you will receive your reward tomorrow. Now start repeating: Linda is the most important thing in my life.”

“Linda is the most important thing in my life.”

I wanted my reward so badly and I needed to earn it. Repeating her words and believing in them was so easy right now that I didn’t even need to think about it. Only thing I could concentrate on right now was Linda.

“I trust Linda completely.”

“I trust Linda completely,” I repeated without hesitation. She had made such a good point so many times that it was just easier to follow her words and believe in them. There was no point in questioning them anymore.

“I feel deep and intense attraction towards Linda.”

“I feel deep and intense attraction towards Linda,” I noticed how hot she looked the first time she arrived at the station and even though I might have resisted that at first, there was no way I could deny my attraction now. I did not want to deny it; I wanted to surrender to it.

“I want to get closer to Linda.”

“I want to get closer to Linda,” in fact I wanted it so badly it almost hurt. My mouth was watering with me only thinking about her body.

“I need to get closer to Linda.”

“I need to get closer to Linda,” that was even more true, because there was need building in my body, in my mind that I just needed to be satisfied.

“I will do anything to get closer to Linda.”

“I will do anything to get closer to Linda,” I repeated and realized how bad my need really was. I was not able to control myself around her at all.

I was watching the police chief while he way voluntarily brainwashing himself while repeating my suggestions and it was almost too much. He was probably unaware that I am still in the room and just kept repeating sentences from my recording, one after another.

“Pleasing Linda is my first priority,” he repeated mindlessly.

“ I will do anything Linda tells me to do,” he continued.

Damn he looked so delicious I could not believe it. Thanks to my perfume and lotion I was finally able to twist his mind almost to a breaking point and he was completely out of it. He believed all those feelings that I pushed inside his head and was doing all the work for me now. By tomorrow night he should not be able to deny me anything I would ask from him. And he would be happy fulfilling my every wish and order. I almost couldn’t wait to finally be able to play with my new toy. I took a last look at muscular figure laying on the couch and closed the door behind me.