Moira Harper snuggled happily into her sleeping husband, his messy cock laying just inches from her face as she marinated in his wonderful intoxicating scent. She'd always had a kink for Mind Control, but feeling it for herself was a totally different experience. She shivered for a moment, leaning down and taking a long whiff of his crotch, causing him to stir slightly. She sat perfectly still for a moment, trying not to wake him, and when he returned to peaceful slumber she took one last sniff before crawling out of bed to reluctantly go to work.
Her company had gone virtual the previous year, and had been more than happy to close out their lease once they realized everyone enjoyed working from home better. She'd usually spend the first few hours of the day responding to emails and drinking a leisurely cup of coffee, but she instead found herself desperately rushing through her work and taking frequent breaks to check if her husband was awake for round two. By mid afternoon she'd done more than she typically had in a whole day, and was eagerly awaiting the sound of his alarm to let her know she could knock off and go smell and suck him.
A notification popped in the corner of her screen that sent an icy chill through her core. She tapped the email icon with a heavy sigh and confirmed to her annoyance that it was indeed what she thought. Her sister Molly, the family fuckup, was asking for a place to crash while she "Cleaned up her life" yet again.
Moira grimaced and bristled at the entitlement of it all. She set her teeth and began to type furiously, writing out a half page on the litany sins and screw ups that Molly had committed against her, and the additional wrongs laid against Jason since their marriage. Finishing with the latest of the crimes, theft of a not insignificant amount of cash last time she'd stayed at their house. The word NO centered, bolded, and italicized, served as her only signature, and she moved to send it.
However as her finger hovered over the button, a familiar smell entered her nose, washing her thoughts blank and leaving her dumb and drooling for a full minute. Jason must've gotten up to go to the bathroom because the scent of his cock filled the hallway and she heard his footsteps heading towards the kitchen. Moira's mind began to spin and spiral. That aching need between her legs became untenable. She needed to get that glorious cock back in her. She needed to do anything to please it. Twisted visions of how to best bring her master pleasure flooded her mind, and as she began to gently play with herself through her panties, an idea stood out above the others. Using her unoccupied hand she began to type out an admonishing, but much softer message, this one ending with a begrudging yes. As she lay back in her chair and began to play with herself in earnest, she began to carefully plot her ultimate scheme, to ensure her master would always be satisfied.
*That Night*
Molly McCullen tossed her duffle bag down on her sister's couch, looking around the well furnished but cozy house admiringly. "You two are still doing well for yourself huh?" She asked casually, dragging a hand appraisingly over the coffee table and pausing to admire a painting on the wall.
"Hard work, luck, and love. They get us through most things" Moira sighed casually, picking up the duffle bag and carrying it to one of the two guest rooms, keeping an eye on her sister in case her fingers became suddenly sticky. She regarded Molly with a mixture of annoyance and contempt as she watched the older woman appraising her home. "Now, to be serious for a minute, you've got two weeks to either find a job. One month to find a place to live, and three to move out. Fail to do any of those you can move back in with mom and dad and deal with their...Issues' ' She stated firmly, laying her hands on the counter. She noticed as she'd spoken her sister had begun to look distant. She smirked, the fly had wandered right into her web.
"What's that smell..." Molly mumbled, looking around the living room, her face a mask of confusion, with a dopey grin beginning to emerge. Moira went to the kitchen and began to put away the groceries she'd bought before picking Molly up; while trying to hide her smile, watching as her big sister sniffed around the room. Truthfully Moira was the bigger of the two sisters. Where Molly was average height and extremely curvy, Moira was tall and built like a top heavy amazon. Moira had always been jealous of her sister's height before meeting Jason, always being too tall for the guys at their highschool, and only being viewed as a fetishized oddity in college, while Molly was the most desired woman in any room she entered. She'd been a jealous, bitter person for years. However her husband had changed all of that. Jason only ever seen Moira as his goddess, and on the night he'd met he swore to a friend he'd make all of her dreams come true someday. She blushed just thinking about his ridiculous romanticism, and clenched her thighs at the wave of warmth that washed over her.
Moira set to work on dinner, and watched with amusement as Molly sniffed around like a dog hunting a treat. She smiled as Molly found a dirty sock she'd deliberately hidden in the couch cushions. Molly lifted the garment suspiciously, seeming to realize momentarily how odd the situation was and shake the spell somewhat, before taking an experimental sniff and shivering with delight. "Molly, do you understand? Our house our rules?" Moira called.
Molly gave a non committal "mhmm", making a little turn to keep her sister from seeing her new prize, seemingly unaware or uncaring that she was still completely visible in the reflection of the windows. Moira watched with a sadistic glee as her shitty slutty older sister bathed in her husband's brainwashing scent. After a few moments of milling about in the kitchen and watching her sister dose herself with whatever mind altering magic Jason's scent had, Moira decided it was time for phase 2. She crept slowly closer to the oblivious woman in her living room, drawing her trump card from her back pocket.
"You don't deserve this honor you little slut...but I do" Moira whispered in her older sister's ear, snaking her hand around the smaller woman's head and pressing a pair of sweaty underwear to Molly's mouth and nose. Molly didn't have a chance to struggle, in her surprise she took a deep inhale and dosed herself heavily with whatever mind altering effects the scent contained. She began to sway weakly against Moira, almost collapsing back into her arms. "Shhhh shhh that's a good girl. Good Girl Molly. Just breathe deep and come sit down" Moira purred, gently leading her sister to a nearby chair. Molly made small moans of pleasure as she inhaled through the boxer briefs, sucking down pheromones and stink, fogging her own mind further.
"Wats...whas going...so fuzzy" Molly mumbled, collapsing back into the heavily padded leather armchair, sinking deeply into its well worn cushions. For her, every sensation felt heightened, the gentle drag of the leather on her skin as she was guided into the chair, the firm inescapable pressure holding the cloth against her face, the gentle feeling of her hair being stroked, and the gentle whispers in her ear. She couldn't hear what Moira was saying, but as long as that wonderful scent filled her mind she didn't really care. "Let the bitch ramble...just need more smell...so horny...need a man to fuck me full." she thought casually.
"That's a good girl, just breathe and relax. I'm sure it doesn't have nearly as strong an effect after a full day but if it's anything close to what I got you'll be a drooling desperate mess in a few minutes. But unfortunately my master won't be home for several hours, so we'll have to keep you busy somehow. Luckily, I have just the thing." Moira smiled. She walked over to the coffee table and pulled out her tool kit. A zip top bag with a small strip of fabric with ear loops, a special belt, and a magic wand vibrator. She walked over to her big sister and lifted the brainwashing boxers from her face, smiling at the spaced out expression and drool her victim wore.
Molly mewled with need and desperately, and pawed at her own crotch. Moira gently placed the mask over her sister's face and looped the straps over her ears, returning her big sister to blissful intoxication. "Now, are we feeling nice and compliant?" Moira asked, pulling on the mask gently. Molly rose with it, desperately following the scent that so inflamed her mind and loins. Moira gently pulled her older sister's pants and underwear off, sliding them down, and removing them one leg at a time. She slid the belt up over her sister and tightened it gently, placing the vibrator into it. "See Master gave me a great gift the other day, the gift of his seed. In return I promised him something...something wonderful and carnal. The problem is...anything I could give to him he could have from me without question. So I had to be creative. I'd planned just to hire the job out, maybe let him watch me be dominated and abused by some pretty leather clad dominatrix online, or hire some nursing student to help me suck his cock. But when you emailed out of the blue, once again looking to...Jesus I should've put a towel down you're going to ruin his favorite chair!" Moira yelped, rushing over and grabbing a towel from the laundry room and gently coaxing Molly off the chair again, double folding it and having her straddle it as she set her back down. She plugged in the vibrator and turned it on, getting a pair of scissors from the kitchen and cutting off her shirt and bra. Her mountainous tits sat high and tight on her chest, decorated with a central chest tattoo in traditional celtic ruins.
