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Mental Cruelty: a Mind Control Sex Fugue (2/2)
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Mental Cruelty:
A Mind Control Sex Fugue (Part 2)
I finally saw a good motel coming up on the right. I was glad, because
I was finding it hard not to come from the tender ministrations of your
left foot. I prefered to wait for future developments, which should be
even more exciting. I lifted your foot from my crotch. It continued
squirming around in my hand, still trying to complete its assignment. For
a moment I wondered if you were ticklish. I looked over at the rest of
you. Your face was ponted i my drectio, as odered, still smiling at
me. Your mouth was telling me the story of the time you got drunk and
secretly slept with your best friend's fiancee, two days before their
wedding. I was sure that somewhere inside you were horribly embarrassed at
being forced to expose yourself like this. It sounded like a great story,
with plenty of pathos, but there was no time to hear the end; we were about
to move again.
I gave you some new commands. "Okay, that's enough talking for now.
Stop everything you're doing with your hands and feet and put your shoes
and socks back on. When you're done with that, sit still in your chair.
And by the way, you can stop smiling."
You did as you were told. Your left leg trembled noticibly as you
returned it to your side of the car. It was obvious to me that you were
tired and needed a few minutes to recuperate. That was okay with me,
because I also needed some time to think. I had to be careful with the
exact phrasing of the instructions I planned for you to follow in getting
us a room at the motel. I didn't want to give you any escape clauses or
let you do anything out of the ordinary as a result of my verbal
imprecision. That could be messy, and I prefer not to beobserved on these
little outings. You wondered about my silence, ut felt relieved at the
temporary respite, because your cheeks ached from the lengthy smiling
almost as much as your left leg did.
I pulled into the parking lot of motel and we both sat quietly for
several mintues listening to e car cool down. I ran through your
instructions in my mind one last time and then repeated them aloud. I had
you repeat them back to me, which you accomplished flawlessly. I knew you
were smart. You unlatched your seatbelt, opened the door, and climbed out,
closing the door behind you. Your feet crunched in the gravel as your
sturdy legs carried you unswervingly towards the manager's office. I saw
you go in. Less than two minutes later you were back out and returning to
the car. "Room 17," you told me in that special monotone, as you handed me
the key. I drove over to the room following your directions (that's a
switch), and we parked the car. I got out and started walking towards the
room, carrying your overnight bag, when I realized that something was
missing. Silly me.
I opened the driver's side door again and leaned in. "Get out, close
the door behind you and follow me. Don't do anything conspicuous, like
attacking me, and try not to make too much noise."
I unlocked the door to the room, switched on the overhead light, and we
went in. The room was perfect for my purposes, secluded, with a kingsize
bed and separate bathroom. I then told you to stand quietly, facing in my
direction, next to the wall on the far side of the bed. While you headed
over, I drew all the shades and shoved your overnight bag under the bed. I
sat down facing you. You were standing there as ordered, your face
expressionless and drained, your hands hanging limply at your sides. Time
to give you something more to do.
"Take off your clothes," I blurted out. I like to begin slowly, but I
was a little excited. "Save the bra for last." You were expecting this
all along, but you still managed to turn a deep shade of red. Your body
shuddered as you vainly strove to reconnect your consciousness with your
the motor centers of your brain. Despite your best efforts, your hands
came up and started unbuttoning your blouse. A pile of clothes grew by
your side, as your traitorous hands continued with your shoes and socks,
your jeans, and then your panties. I saw that your bush was a bit darker
than your hair. Finally I saw your hands reach behind you and unfasten
your bra. They dropped it on top of the pile.
I told you to step two feet to your right, so that my viewing angle was
unobstructed. You were and are a flawless construction, even better than I
had hoped. I needed to see everything, and I wanted you to do some of the
work in displaying yourself for me.
I make some additional requests. "Clasp your hands behind your neck,
push your tits forward, stand on your toes, and slowly turn in a circle."
As you completed your first rotation I noticed two main things. First,
your skin was practically unblemished. Second, the globular tightness of
your ass nearly rivaled the perfection of form of your breasts and your
calves. You were very symmetrical, and I liked that too.
I definitely had to get a better look. As you kept revolving, I turned
off the overhead light (with the shades drawn it was quite dark) and
positioned the smaller lights in the room to highlight your best features.
The contrast effect was breathtaking, and I smiled as I realized that your
command performance (ha ha) was for me alone. I was starting to get hard.
I tried to think of something else for you to do to heighten the mood.
"Say things to turn me on. Convince me that you like being in my
control. Beg me to fuck you and to play with your body. Think of things I
could make you do that you would most loathe, or most fear, or find most
demeaning, and ask for those. Please, try for some variety."
You unhesitatingly licked your lips, and started right in. "I love
being your slave. Being helpless and aware in your thrall is the best
experience I've ever had. I want you to keep me this way with you,
forever. Today is the happiest day of my life."
"Command me," you continued, your voice trembling in despair. "The
touch of your voice sends shivers down my spine. I ache to obey your every
whim. I hate thinking for myself. Program me to come at your command."
You still didn't sound all that passionate, but I was certainly enjoying
the content.
As you came around again, I walked over and leaned in close. Your eyes
were already filmed over with tears. Your loquacious mouth was inches away
from mine and I felt the hot breath of your words ruffle my beard. "If you
ever make me leave, ever make me forget, promise that you'll brand me with
your power. Make me dance naked in my sleep, masturbating, while dreaming
of you. Make me scream out your name every time I come. Make me reject
future lovers, because they don't remind me enough of you. Make me steal
from my family, unwittingly, to send you expensive presents that you throw
away. Please, I beg of you."
Your quivering lips looked totally kissable, but I didn't want to
interrupt while you were on a roll. You listened to your own words in
horror and disbelief. "I'd like to help you capture other women. First,
we could start with my friends. I'll help you meet the prettier ones. I
want to do it with them while you watch. Then, you can fuck all of us
together. Afterwards, you can make us think that we're animals and have us
do amusing tricks."
Your voice broke in uncontrolled sobbing. Tears ran down your face and
dripped over your breasts. I had managed to tap into some dark underside
of your subconscious, whose imagination was even more depraved than my own.
I'm sure you felt deathly afraid that I would take you up on one of your
suggestions. You needn't have worried. I've always found that it pays to
plan these things well in advance, and our brief sojourn was no different.
However, this didn't stop me from jotting down a few of your more creative
ideas to take up with your successors.
After several minutes of wracking sobs, all the while spinning around
helplessly, you managed to continue. I sat back down on the bed, anxious
to listen.
"I want you to treat every part of my body as a toy, purchased solely
for your amusment. I love that you're giving me this opportunity to
display my body to you. Make me into your favorite mannekin. Dress me up
however you like and let me pose this way for you for hours.
I loved feeling up your cock with my foot on the way over. I couldn't
tell you before, but it was making me incredibly hot. If you want, I could
stand by your bed all night and massage your cock with my foot while you
sleep. You have only to ask.
Please don't forget my tits. I hope you like them. The rougher you
handle them, the better I'll like it. My nipples tingle whenever you're
near. I'd love to slowly rub them across every inch of your body. Let me
make you come between them.
Most of all I want to feel your big cock in my cunt. Fuck me now. Fuck
me over and over."
I was sweating furiously and I desperately wanted to make you hurl
yourself at me. However, I could also see that you needed some time to
compose yourself. I gave you your next set of instructions.
"Stop turning, and face me. You can put your arms down now and come
down from your toes. You can also stop with the sweet talk." You stopped
talking with an audible woosh and coughed briefly while trying to get your
breath back. Your eyes were red and sunken and your nose was running
copiously. It wasn't particularly appealing. I ran into the bathroom and
grabbed a wad of toilet paper. "Here," I said, thrusting it at you. "Wipe
your damn nose." I sat back down on the bed. Finally, after several
minutes your sniffling subsided. It was time to make you come to me.
(End of Part 2)
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