A New Mind Ch 04

This is a new work of adult fiction. If you are a minor (under the age of 18) or are offended by reading about sexual acts please do not continue. This fictional work contains instances of mind control, sexy lingerie, pantyhose, cross-dressing, lesbian and bi-sexual acts, public exhibition, mild discipline and public embarrassment, mild body modifications through piercings and or tattooing, group sex, transvestites, role reversal, and other sexual conduct. If you are offended by any of those topics, please do not continue. If you have any comments, suggestions, or just like my work, feel free to contact me. This story starts off slow and I hope you will find it builds on each layer. I like to consider this an adult story with sex not a sex story. Thank you for your appreciation of the written world of erotica and your patronage to Literotica.com.

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Dear reader, I owe you an apology. I started you on a journey then abandoned you. There is no excuse and any words I say will fall worthlessly to the ground until I produce more material.

However, please let me explain a bit of my absence. First, I was really enjoying writing. I got a few things published on Literotica.com and was receiving positive feedback. I took a detour and wrote a submission for a nude day contest and learned a lot. Working with the editor of that project taught me many things about writing and my style. I was learning what I was doing wrong with A New Mind. When I resumed working on it, I kept re-reading it and making changes. I started chapter 4 and I thought it was not good enough. I'd make changes, but it wasn't going anywhere and I wasn't happy with it. I got frustrated. Then, my wife's parents got sick. We had to move them into a care facility then sell their home. That took a huge emotional toll on my wife and I needed to spend time caring and being there for her. Soon after everything seem to settle back down, I changed jobs then added a volunteer job that takes up almost as much time as my paying job. Giving back to my community is important to me, and it still is. Our kids have moved on to college now so I have a bit more time for me now. I'm older and hopefully wiser. I know I have a few worldlier experiences so we will have to see where the next chapters go.

The good news is chapter 4 is here. I plan to have a new chapter out at least once a month. When I first started this story, I created a strong outline that takes me through 14 chapters. I feel if I can get in a good cadence, the chapters will keep coming.

Chapter Four

Even though I had a bit of a nap Thursday afternoon I was still fatigued and fell asleep in my chair while attempting to watch television. In actuality, I was focusing my thoughts on how I could change that bitch Shelly Johnson's attitude towards my wife and people in general. Around three am, I woke from my chair and moved upstairs to continue my sleep in my bed. It didn't take too long to resume my slumber.

Six am, the alarm sounded and I cursed it with my entire being. Friday morning came all too early. My body and brain demanded a few more hours of sleep but I needed to get moving. I decided to hit the bike trails to force my less than willing bones to move. While I was getting dressed, I noticed the lack of stubble on my legs from the previous day's shave and wondered if my mental adjustment just may be working. I needed to test more. While stretching I entered a brief meditative state to place a thought:

"I am fully rested, I have the energy of a full eight hours of recuperative sleep."

Almost instantly, the fog of exhaustion left my body.

Like most men my age, I had gotten a bit soft in the midsection. Since my earlier body changes seemed successful, I wanted to try a body reshaping, but I didn't know how fast or dramatic I could or should go. The bigger thought was should I even be doing this? I devised a simple way to assist me in shedding some unwanted pounds and not be immediately noticeable. Resuming my meditation I added triggers that would reset my metabolism to that when I was in my late teens, I also made some tweaks to how my body recovers from exercise and improved my muscle efficiency.

Feeling please with my mental adjustments, I set out for my routine bike ride. That morning's outing was the easiest I had in a long time. I rode my usual ten-mile route faster than ever and felt like I could go again as I arrived at my house. It looked like my further commands worked and I had opened a completely new realm of possibilities. I knew that more experimentation was needed.

Putting up my bike, I saw Shelly Johnson and her henpecked husband Paul getting ready to leave. She was criticizing him for smiling at our neighbor Pam. Pam was an attractive mother of two young boys yet her athletic figure did not show any noticeable signs of childbirth. Her shoulder length brown hair blew back from the combination of the morning breeze and her walking speed. She was wearing tight yoga pants and a sports bra. I hear Shelly say, in her snide way "decent people don't go outside in their underwear." I was relieved to see that Pam had her earbuds in sparing her the venom spewing from the prude. I greeted Pam with a polite smile and wave when she crossed my path. A man would need to be dead to not notice or respond to her. Pam responded in kind and didn't break stride as she continued on her path.

I felt sorry for poor Paul. I am sure that he loved his wife, but she was a pain to nearly everyone around her, and he spent more time with her than anyone else. My plans for her started to crystalize. I needed to change her way of thinking and possibly alter her so that she craves the things that she thinks are an abomination. I needed to give her an embarrassment for the way she treats people. She needed a shock to her system to understand how her attitude and actions hurt others. Finally, I needed to make Paul's life a much happier one.

It was difficult but I took a long look at Shelly while she was verbally assaulting her husband for being a living, breathing man. I focused on her and planted this thought:

"You notice the human form in a new sexual manner and it excites you. Both sexes draw your desire and unleash the same lustful desires about satisfying your sexual needs with every adult you see. You have difficulty turning your eyes away from the captivating shape of women's breasts, the alluring curve of their behind, the seductive fullness of their lips, their long and glamorous legs, and the erotic glimmer in their eyes. This excites you in ways you have never known before. With men, your eyes linger on their broad shoulders, you see their strong hands and yearn to feel them grab you, you desire to grasp their firm ass, and when you notice the bulge in their crotch, it makes your mouth and your sex wet. You feel these things but cannot act, as isn't how a proper lady acts. The more you try to repress those feelings the more your desire grows."

Pleased with my first command to Shelly and confident that the command was firmly planted I went inside to shower to get ready for the rest of the day.

Entering the bedroom, I saw my lovely wife was waking up. She is so sexy when she wakes up. Her hair is somewhat disheveled, no makeup, and her pajamas are usually positioned to reveal parts of her sexy body. I thought back to the amazing blowjob she gave me yesterday, and I wondered if there would repeat performance soon. Just as I had finished taking my clothes off for my shower, Lisa came in the bathroom. I pulled her into me and gave her a hot good-morning kiss. My tongue entered her mouth and engaged hers in an erotic dance. I caressed her breast while sliding a hand into her pajamas to squeeze her bottom. The combination of my thoughts, the kiss, and feeling her body put me in a state of arousal evident by my cock sticking straight out from my body.

"We really don't have time for this," my wife sighed as she broke the kiss.

I was so tempted to change her mind for her.

"But it looks like you have a problem here," she cooed as she grabbed my manhood and licked her lips.

She dropped to her knees and practically inhaled my stiff member. Her lips wrapped around the mushroom head of my cock. Holding just the crown of my cock in her mouth, her tongue licked along the crease up to the tip of my manhood and the warmth from her mouth enveloped my entire body. I would be satisfied for her to do nothing more than to continue licking and gently sucking until I could take no more, then she slowly started swallowing my hard shaft until I could feel the entrance to her throat. Lisa grasped the base of my throbbing cock with her fist and began bobbing back and forth on me. After a few furious moments of pumping her fist and fucking me with her mouth, she stopped, removed her hand, and worked her mouth down my slick shaft. She went past the place where she normally would stop and kept on. I gasped as my cock entered her throat. She didn't stop until her nose pressed into my groin and her chin met on my quickly tightening balls. This new feeling sent sexual electricity through my entire body.

"Mmmmm," she moaned around my member as she bobbed her head back and forth, my dick sliding in and out of her throat.

"You keep this up I won't be able to last much longer."

Lisa slid my cock out of her mouth, looked up at me with a sultry grin, "That is the idea" she said with a direct and slutty tone.

She put her lips back around my cock and sucked it into her mouth like sucking on a large straw. My balls were throbbing and I was doing everything I could to make this last, but it was a losing battle. Lisa knew that I had passed the point of no return, she pulled her mouth back leaving just my cockhead in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around me and pumped her fists up and down my shaft slick with her saliva. The first shot of cum seemed to explode out of my cock and into her mouth. My wife moaned with pleasure and continued to work the cum out of my cock, I was erupting as if I have not had a release in ages and she was taking it all.

Not a drop of escaped her luscious lips as she swallowed it all, even licking her lips making sure she didn't miss a drop. I pulled her to her feet and we kissed a deep and passionate kiss with our tongues dancing together inside her mouth. My taste was still prevalent in her mouth and I loved it.

"Thank-you" she said as our lips parted. "I forgot that you tasted so good."

Speechless, I smiled and caressed her cheek. Lisa left the bathroom to start her day as this was her normal routine. I think I could like this routine.

While I was showering, I was reaffirmed that my modification towards a lack of body hair was really working. There wasn't just a lack of stubble on my legs; the areas that I shaved the other day were smoother than ever before. I opened my eyes and noticed Lisa had returned to the bathroom, she was sitting at the vanity going through her morning ritual. I knew that I needed to give her some changes that she would enjoy-equally for her and me.

I focused on my bride and placed new instructions,

"Your skin returns to the combination of firmness and elasticity of your late teens. Your body hair ceases to grow, including your pubic hair."

I had to put that bit in there for me. I also tweaked her metabolism like mine plus adjusted her stamina and fitness levels. While I was at it, I increased her appetite for sex, lowered some of her inhibitions, increased her mental focus, and another gift for me, I increased her fondness for hosiery.

"Are you going to take all day in there?" Lisa asked, startling me out of my trance like state.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming."

"About what?"

"Continuing our fuck session," I taunted her wanting to test some of the changes.

She stood up, dropped her robe, revealing her lovely naked body and taunted me, "Next time if you weren't so quick on the trigger you could have fucked me. But now I need to get ready for work, as do you."

I was so pleased. Lisa hasn't acted like that since before we became parents. She did remind me that I needed to increase my own sexual endurance and control.

*****

Driving in to the office and right away traffic is a backed up. Living in the suburbs can be great but more often than not, the daily commute is a pain. Finally, I entered the freeway and I entered my personal cruise control. I found myself driving behind a younger guy who was busier working his phone than driving. That snapped me to attention. I caught a glimpse of his face in his rear view mirror and I quickly attempted to give him a thought,

"put down the phone. You physically cannot pick up the phone while you are driving, unless it is an emergency."

My focus returned to the road and I saw that the guy no longer holding his phone. Sadly, not having the phone did not improve his driving.

"Move over."

I commanded and as soon as he was able, he pulled into the middle lane.

"Well, this drive just got more entertaining," I said out loud to no one in particular.

The rest of my drive I moved people out of my way, corrected bad driving habits, and tried to make everyone around me have a more pleasant driving experience. I did not speed while driving in to work yet I made the trip in half the time.

Walking to my desk after getting a cup of the vile swill that passes for the office coffee my thoughts were racing as to the potential I had and where it would take me.

I don't enjoy my job. I felt that it is something I have to do to provide for my family. My job offers little chance for advancement and less of an opportunity to actually create something. Yes, I am a corporate stooge. I am happy to have a job during time of economic uncertainty; I guess that is what has kept me from spreading my wings or attempt to start something I would enjoy. I wondered how I could use my new abilities to convince my boss to allow me the freedom I wanted.

Watching the people enter the office—it was interesting to see how few people are actually in the office before 9:00—a possibility presented itself when a group of programming contractors entered. Our division had been struggling with the firm that provided contractors to write code for us. They were jacking up their costs without providing what the contract called for and their contractor's work was usually full of bugs and rarely on time. I thought that this had possibilities to be my "win" and provide me a foothold to what I really wanted to do. Now I needed to get official approval from my boss.

It became clear that my boss's admin would need more than my charming personality to adjust my boss's calendar. How she got her job, I will never know, as she is about as dense as a brick wall and about as flexible. I had to "suggest" to her that she adjust his schedule to fit me in and she eventually seemed happy to do so. I since she easily accepted the suggestion, I made a mental note to see what else I could have her do for me.

I returned to my desk and called our liaison at the vendor, Phyllis Jeffries, for her to meet with me to discuss our contract this afternoon, as I would be taking over the relationship. I made the call before meeting with my boss knowing that I would have him agree to the change. Like most account managers, she didn't question the change and seemed very open to meeting with me. We agreed to meet at her office at 1:00.

Reviewing the contract with ENT Consulting, I found a few areas that I could press to our advantage plus some vague conditions that needed to be resolved in our favor. I printed a copy of my findings and entered my boss's office promptly for our 10:00 am meeting

Wayne Snyder's office was that of your typical Department Director of any large corporation. He had the dark wood desk, small conference table with three chairs, a window over-looking the freeway, and a credenza with an assortment of family photos and trade publications. Wayne was a man in his late 50's and a relic of the old-style management ways where a person's work was a reflection as to the quality of man you were. He seldom gave out compliments and tended to be strict but fair in his dealings with his staff. The ENT contract and the output of their contractors had caused many heated meetings involving Wayne and others higher up the food chain yet nothing really changed. ENT's complete failure to deliver and the way they locked us into the contract was the main stress point in his immediate world.

"'Morning Wayne thanks for meeting with me," I said shaking his hand and taking a seat across from his desk.

"Morning Thomas, what's on your mind?"

"This ENT thing has been dragging on for months with no progress. I know that if I met with them directly I could get us through this impasse and get us a better deal in the process," as I was talking to Wayne I was probing into his mind, using my thoughts to make him agree to my suggestions. "I have reviewed the contract and I have found some areas that will force them to improve performance, plus I have documents that suggest that they are not meeting their terms."

"We know about those issues. They have us over a barrel and they know it. It will take a good 18-months to get another firm up to speed and we have to be to market in less than six. You really think that you can get them to budge?"

"Yes, I am so sure that I would stake my bonus on it."

"Hmm, OK, I know how this game is played, what is in it for you?"

Before I started telling Wayne what I wanted I tapped into his brain again and made my commands to him verbally and sub-consciously. "When I get them to agree to our deal I want to be the new Vendor Manager. This will mean a raise in proportion to the money I save the company, an office where I can meet vendors, and travel allowances." There was no way that I could ask for such a promotion and expect a positive reply before I had my new abilities.

"I'll need to see results, but if you can get those sons-a-bitches to agree with what you presented me, and perform, we have a deal." Wayne replied thinking that he was in the win-win situation. "But if you screw this up and cause more delays, it will be your ass."

We shook hands and I left to go meet with Phyllis.

*****

Lisa entered Walter Palmers Middle School floating on a cloud. She was more relaxed than yesterday and was determined not to let Shelly Johnson get to her today. Being a pleasant spring-like day Lisa decided to wear a pastel pink and white sundress and light suntan pantyhose. Her appearance was flirty but completely appropriate for a middle school teacher. Walking into the teacher's lounge she was greeted with congrats and cheers as her recognition was posted on the announcement board. Janet Reynolds was among the first to greet Lisa, not showing the other teachers that she had already known of the award.

Shelly Johnson remained quiet and did not say much, if anything, to the other teachers in the lounge, unlike her normal confrontational and abrasive manner. After the initial greeting calmed down, Shelly quietly got up and tried to sneak out of the lounge.

"What's up with her?" Lisa asked Janet.

"I have no idea; she has been keeping to herself today. She almost seemed like she was trying not to look at anyone, but would end up staring off in the distance."

"Whatever, I am just glad she isn't raining on my parade. But I am sure somehow she will still try"