The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hong Kong

Terry Pratchet lived with his wife Anne in Kowloon, Hong Kong.

Terry was a 40-something merchant banker—a Briton living abroad with his American wife and daughter Traci, at the University

of Hong Kong (HKU).

Anne was bored. She hated the living conditions in Hong Kong. Oh, sure their apartment was wonderful… But just the general feeling of poor air quality, lack of venues for her sporting wishes, the feeling of vulnerability when going out alone… And a lack of friends.

Terry had invited colleagues Paul Hallock (and wife Zara), and Michal Wang (and wife Mai) for dinner just the previous night. But even these people couldn’t really entertain Anne. The two wives doted on their husbands in a slavish way that appalled Anne.

Anne commented afterwards—and an argument broke out with her husband. Heated. She was critical of his friends… particularly their wives. Terry defended them.

Anne was only glad her daughter was not there to witness it. Anne was thinking of asking for a separation from her husband.

Anne talked to Jane Champion, her trainer. Jane was friendly, but Anne was never keen on getting too close to the younger woman. She knew Jane was a lesbian (though Jane called herself ‘bi’). And Anne was not interested in sex with another woman. She was accepting of it, after-all, her own daughter Traci came out when she was eighteen (her husband was never accepting of it). Traci had a few lesbian friends, such as Reba Maher, and Lucinda Penobscot.

Still, the following day Jane turned up at the fitness centre and announced to the class that she was going to get married.

Anne just assumed that Jane was getting married to Lexa, her partner.

After the work-out session Anne went up to Jane and congratulated her.

“I hope you and Lexa will be happy together…,” Anne said.

“Lexa?”

“Yes, your partner…”

“I’m marrying Tim…,”

“Tim?”

“Yes, the owner of this place…,”

“But… I… I thought you were mar…?”

“Tim got me this wonderful bracelet..,” Jane said showing a silver chain around her left wrist.

“Um… yes…It’s nice…,”

“And he’s so amazing in bed…,” Jane leant in and whispered… “I can’t believe how nice his cock feels inside of me…,”

“Er…”

“He’s such…”

“Look! I get it!” Anne said uncomfortable with this line of conversation.

Jane looked at Anne as if there was nothing wrong with this…

“And what is Lexa going to do?” Anne asked.

“She’s got married… to Brendan…”

“The trainer?”

“Yes!” Jane smiled.

“Brendan got her this really wonderful bracelet… In fact… A lot like mine…,” Jane said.

“Oh, and what…?” Anne began.

“So you see, once I’m married I’m quitting this job…”

“Quitting?” Anne asked surprised.

“Yes of course…!” Jane said “My place will be at home, looking after my husband!”

Anne was shocked.

“First thing is I’m going to get rid of this hair colour!” Jane laughed “Mauve is so… You know? Out there?”

“I thought you liked it…?”

“Well Tim doesn’t…”

“So what? If Tim asked you to jump what would you do?”

“Jump,” Jane said.

Anne looked at her stunned.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jane asked…

“Why?”

“Yes, I mean… I’m only a woman…,”

“Only a…?” Anne was open-mouthed stunned.

“Oh, I better go now… I have to have his dinner ready for when he comes home…”

“But…?” Anne said… But Jane turned and left.

That night Anne got into another argument with Terry. Once again he defended some other woman’s strange behaviour.

Anne was now determined to leave him. She only waited till her daughter was home to let her know.

In the morning Anne was kind of glad that Terry had already left for work.

She went out to the kitchen to make some toast. She noticed a small gift bag on the dining room table—complete with a small pink bow.

The bag had “Nou Dai Jewellery” written on the side. There was a small envelope. She opened it and pulled out the card.

“My dearest love…,” it read “Please accept this token of love. I’m sure everything will change from now on… Love, Terry.”

Anne opened it just as Traci came in. “Hi, mom… Where’s dad?”

“Huh?” she asked.

“Where’s dad…?”

“He’s already go….” She began

“Say, what’s that?”

“This?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Um…a gift…”

“From dad?”

“Yes…”

“Oh, that’s sweet…”

“Um… yeah…”

“Aren’t you going to open it?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to open it?”

Anne realised she had a small jewellery box in her hand.

“Yeah…” Anne said and as she opened it she asked “I thought you were going to stay at Reba’s?”

“Yeah… But I had to come… Look, are you going to open it?”

“Oh?”

Anne opened it and showed her daughter. It was a small silver chain bracelet.

“That’s cool…,” Traci said.

Anne said nothing as she looked at it. She ed it was the same the women from the other night wore… and what her trainer wore, too.

She had a feeling of suspicion.

“Aren’t you going to try it on?”

Anne just put the open box down and turned to go back upstairs to her lap-top.

She looked for a while for something about… a hunch…

She heard Traci go past to her bedroom.

Anne decided at least to return the ‘gift’.

She went back to the lounge room but it was not in its case.

“Traci?” she called

“In here!” Traci called back.

Anne went to her daughter’s bedroom “Honey do you know what happened to…?” she paused seeing Traci naked, at her wardrobe pulling out an old dress she’d not worn for a while.

“Honey what are you doing?”

“I’m going to wear dresses from now on…,,” Traci said as she stepped over her jeans that were lying on the floor.

“Why all of a sudden…?”

“I just know daddy prefers it…,” she said.

Anne baulked. Traci hadn’t said ‘daddy’ like that in years…

“Do you know what happened to my bracelet?”

“Oh, I’ve got it on…,” Traci smiled as she pulled the dress down.

“There!” she smiled, twirling in front of the mirror.

She took her nose ring out. Looked at it, and threw it in the bin. “I won’t be needing to look like a pig…,” she giggled.

“I hope daddy thinks I’m pretty…,”

“What are you doing?”

“Do you think I could bake for daddy?” Traci skipped enthusiastically.

“Honey… I… I think you should take that bracelet off…”

“Why?” Traci giggled. She went over to her dresser and found some lipstick. “Yes!” she smiled. She sat down and began applying it… thickly.

“Honey, please take the bracelet off…”

“I want to make daddy some cookies…,” Traci said.

Her phone rang. Traci looked at it and put the phone down.

“Who was that?”

“Reba…,” Traci said “But I won’t be hanging out with her anymore…”

“She did something?”

“Mom!” Traci laughed “She’s a lesbian….”

“But you are…a….,”

“Oh, mom!” Traci laughed as she put make-up on, “That was just a phase… A woman needs a man to be happy…,”

“Please let me help you…,” Anne said moving forward to grab her wrist.

“Don’t touch it!” Traci said jumping to her feet and smacking her mom.

Anne reeled back.

“You’re not to touch it…,” Traci said

“You need to…,” Anne began, lunging at her daughter. She was desperate to remove the bracelet from her daughter.

“Don’t touch it!” Traci said and now punched Anne. She knocked her mom down. Then she straddled her mom and punched her four more times… Anne was left battered, crying.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Traci chirped as she went to bake…

An hour later, after Anne had cried for a good while she heard Terry come home.

“Anne honey?” he called.

“Daddy, you’re home…”

“Traci?”

“Oh, daddy… I love you…!”

Anne listened and didn’t hear anything more. She got up from her own dresser—where she had been fixing up her smeared make-up (it had smeared from her heavy sobbing).

She went downstairs and there she screamed.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Traci cried as she rode on her father’s cock.

“Oh, baby!” he gasped.

Anne lunged at them in rage.

“You sick fucks!” she cried as she clawed at them.

But soon Traci alone had her pinned down.

“Daddy has a gift for you…,” she said.

“Lucky I bought a spare…,” he chuckled as he delved into his pants (that were strewn on the floor). It wasn’t really a spare. He’d planned on giving one to Traci later on…

“You’re going to be so happy, mom,” Traci cried.

“No, please honey… Don’t do this to me…,”

“Oh, mom… You have to serve a man… It’s wonderful…”

“Please… Honey!” she cried as Terry brought the bracelet over.

“Nooooo!” Anne cried. She made a fist, closing her fingers in the hope the bracelet couldn’t be fit over her hand.

“Now, now!” Traci giggled as she began prizing her mom’s fingers apart.

“Please honey…,” Anne cried.

“Here…,” Terry smiled as he forced it on.

“Nooo…. I….,” and suddenly Anne felt a great sense of peace.

“Do you think she’s submitted, daddy?”

“Let’s check…,” he said “Anne, how do you feel?”

“I love you..,” she said.

“What should a woman do?”

“Anything her man wants… A woman is made to serve a man…,”

“Eat Traci’s pussy…,”

“Yes…”

“Traci…move forward…”

“Yes, daddy…”

Traci slid forward. Anne looked up at her daughter’s wet slit. Spunk drooled out of it. She tasted her husband’s jizz mixed with her daughter’s own juices.

Terry sat back on his haunches and watched his women perform for him.

He was glad they work a token of his love