Chapter 3 took a little longer than I'd planned, but it's also considerably longer than the earlier parts.
You can read this without having read the earlier chapters, but I do recommend going back and hitting chapters 1 and 2 so you know exactly what's going on and how all this stuff works.
Mental Domination Chapter 3 -- The Sister
I slept for about 14 hours after Alice left. The combination of the mental exhaustion from overusing my abilities and the physical exertion of my second extremely satisfying bang session with the stunning redhead had put me down for the count.
When I finally crawled out of bed, I was feeling much better, well except that I had to piss like a racehorse and my mouth tasted like death. Seriously guys, I wouldn't recommend eating pussy then going to sleep without brushing. The headache was long gone, so I figured my powers would be back to capacity, though I was planning on using them sparingly for a couple of days until I had a chance to start working on Gina. I wanted to be at my best when it came time to wrestle that bear.
After taking care of the necessities, I threw my bedding into the wash, got a bowl of cereal and sat down on my couch to check my phone. I had a text from Alice. It was a picture taken in the bathroom of her store. She had pulled her top and bra up over her magnificent tits and her pants down to mid-thigh exposing her sexy hips and flaming red bush. The message read, "I hope you're thinking about this as much as I'm thinking about that fat cock of yours."
Holy hell. I felt a surge in my loins, not only at the sight of Alice's gorgeous form, but at the pure playful sluttiness of the text. Alice seemed like a completely different person than she was when I worked for her two years before.
I'm sure the fact we were fucking now had something to do with it, but I figured her explanation of why she'd been such a cunt to me when I worked for her held some truth. Actually as I thought about it I realized her explanation was probably very truthful. Or at least the truth as she believed it to be.
I'd hit her with a command to be honest with me at the beginning of the evening. I'd only intended it for that conversation, but implanted commands didn't seem to work that way. She'd always want to be honest with me now unless I changed the command. It didn't mean she absolutely couldn't lie to me, just that it would be pretty damn difficult for her.
And that line of thought led me to another realization. The first time I'd used my powers on Alice, I'd told her that she'd keep thinking about fucking me. Then I'd given her commands to dream about me too. She was thinking about banging me waking and sleeping. I'd essentially cranked her libido up to 9000. It was no wonder she seemed so different. She was probably walking around all the time with wet panties.
"Wow! What a sight to wake up to -- definitely thinking about you," I texted back.
"Show me"
I knew what she wanted, as surprising as it was. A few moments of looking at her picture and thinking about banging her and Gina together was enough to raise the flag to full mast. I fidgeted around for a good angle then snapped a picture of me stroking my cock and sent it to her.
"Yummy"
"Lol. Thanks. Are you coming by again tonight?"
"I can't... Scott will be home and I don't have a good excuse to be late."
"Damn"
"IKR! Will have to figure something out soonest."
I sat back idly rubbing my cock and feeling more than a little disgruntled. I was definitely going to have to do something about Scott. It wasn't that I had anything against the guy, but I really couldn't have his schedule dictating my sex life. That was something else I'd have to add to my to do list, but I had a few other things to take care of first, mainly figuring out how to get Gina on board with a ménage à trois.
Since I already had things in hand, I went ahead and rubbed one out while thinking of all fun I would soon be having with the amazing Alice and her sexy sister. Then I finished my breakfast of now fairly soggy cereal and really sat down to think.
Alice's revelations about Gina the night before had given me a few avenues I could try, but I wanted to make sure I had a good line of attack before I tried to control her. The thing is, I knew Gina didn't like me, making it harder to push her straight into sex. I could have taken the long route, implanting dreams and eventually wearing her resistance down, but that would take time, and I really wanted to make this happen soon. Alice was fantastic, but both of them -- that was pure wet dream territory.
I decided the best way to get more information was Greg, Gina's ex-husband. He was a realtor working for a firm here in town, so it should be no problem to get in to see him. I thought it would be fairly easy to push him into giving me all the information I'd need.
After a quick google search of his name then a follow-up phone call, I had an appointment scheduled for one o'clock that afternoon. I took a shower, texted Alice to get her and Gina's schedule for the next week, then headed downtown for my appointment.
Greg Scofield was in his mid thirties, about 5'10, slightly built with dark brown hair that was starting to recede a bit. He wore khakis and a black polo with his company logo in gold on the left breast. He greeted me with a professional smile and seemingly genuine warmth as I entered his office. The man looked much more relaxed and a lot less harried than the last time I'd seen him dropping by to visit Gina at the jewelry store a few years prior.
"Dave, good to see you," he said extending his hand. "What are you in the market for today?"
I clasped his hand and took hold of his mind. "During our conversation today, you'll find it perfectly natural to tell me about your relationship with Gina, including your sex-life. You'll speak about that subject honestly, and you won't give that part of our conversation any further thought after I leave," I said pushing the thought into his mind. It was pretty easy, just as I'd expected. Greg was a milksop, a follower. I knew he'd be easy to control, just from having observed him with Gina.
I released my hold on his mind and as his eyes cleared answered, "I'm looking for a new apartment or maybe a house to rent. My place is a little small."
"Well I'm sure I can help you with that. Take a seat and we'll see what we can do." I sat down in one of the two chairs facing his desk and he took his own seat behind it, "Did you have anything in particular in mind? How large a place, and were you thinking of a specific neighborhood?"
"Probably three bedrooms. I work from home and I'm making good money these days, so I'm not worried about a commute. Just as long as it's in a good neighborhood, I'm not picky when it comes to that. My only real requirement is that I want to rent from a person, y'know a private landlord, not a company."
I had decided that since I was seeing Greg anyway that I may as well upgrade my living arrangements. My place had been fine when I was in college, and I hadn't seen any reason to move when I started my current job. But now, I had a lot more money, and if I was renting from a private landlord, it would be pretty easy to get them to forget to collect my rent. That would have been much harder to pull off with a corporate rental agency where my only point of contact would likely be a property manager without the authority to make my rent go away.
"I've got a few listings you might be interested in," he said, typing away at his computer. "A couple of them are owned by Gina's great-aunt Vivian."
Though I'd never met her, I'd heard about Vivian. She was Alice and Gina's great aunt, in her 80s, absolutely loaded, and from what I understood, a pretty wretched old bat. The closest thing to contact I'd had with her was her granddaughter that had "worked" as seasonal help one Christmas at the jewelry store. I'd called her the Princess. She was an utterly entitled, spoiled brat, and her grandmother, Vivian, had apparently been the cause: Grandma Vivian gave her anything she wanted. Anyway, renting from someone like Vivian sounded absolutely perfect. I wouldn't feel a second's remorse about getting free housing from someone like that.
"You got those listings because of Gina?"
"Yeah, and I'm surprised I still have them. We're divorced."
"Really?" I said, feigning surprise, "What happened?"
"She was always controlling me, always so demanding, and if things didn't go exactly how she wanted, she'd just tear into me."
"That's rough man."
"Oh that's not even the worst part," he interjected, warming to the subject, "We hardly ever had sex, and when I could finally talk her into it, it was me eating her pussy until she came and then half the time she'd decide that was enough and just push me away without me ever getting off."
I started to speak again, but I didn't get a chance. Once he got going, Greg really got going. He bitched about his relationship with Gina for a good thirty minutes giving me all the details I could have wanted, and a lot I really never wanted to know.
It all boiled down to the fact that Gina was not only a full-on Karen in public, but at home too. She was demanding, judgmental and extremely high maintenance. I got the impression that she had married Greg because she could control him, but had gotten bored with him quite a while ago and just kept him around because it was easy.
For Greg's part, he'd been thoroughly whipped, but lack of sex, he'd went on and on about how selfish a lover she was, and some interest from co-worker had finally snapped him out of it. He'd left her, and honestly seemed a lot better for it.
Once he finally wound down, I did get a rental application filled out for one of Vivian's properties and he told me he'd be in contact soon with further details. I beat a hasty retreat out of Greg's office and headed home feeling confident that I could get a handle on Gina.
