Foreword:
This story is about a man using newly given mind-control powers to put a spoiled rich girl in line...with his dick. There is little plot here and mostly smut.
Warning: Non-consent/Reluctance/Dubious-Consent as is usually the case with Mind-Control. All characters and situations are purely fictional and over 18.
As always, I'm not native to the English language and the person who read over my story isn't either so I apologize in advance for any mistakes I have made in that regard. I am still looking for a proofreader, but most of the editors on the list seem to be no longer active. And as always I enjoy reading your feedback.
And lastly a few words about how this story came to be. If you don't care about that, skip ahead. :)
This story is actually part of an abandoned larger storyline involving an actual, if silly, plot. Said plot can probably be summed up with: "Ancient sex fairy awakes after thousand year slumber, and begins a quest for world domination." The whole thing is loosely inspired by Huniepop, the Meredith-Gentry-Series, and the smut I would like to see in a mind-control storyline.
The reason I abandoned it is twofold. First there is the problem, that I am not sure how to continue it, and that I don't want to just keep writing from scene to scene without seeing in my head where I want the whole thing to go. And second, I read some really good mind-control Stories (namely Shadow Doctor and Tristan's Tale) and it made me question if my own silly story was even worth continuing. But this particular Scene works, I think, quite well without any overarching Plot, which is why I decided to post it anyway.
So without further ado: I hope you enjoy!
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Jack walked through the early night streets with a spring in his steps. His thoughts still tumbling over each other from the events earlier today. He had met a fairy, goddess, entity, or whatever she was. And he had felt her power, still felt it inside him, like a second heart in his chest pumping power and warmth instead of blood.
He was usually quite careful and avoided risks, and risky decisions as much as he could, but she had swept him away the moment she knocked on his door. Not many woman could have pulled that ridiculous dress off, but she had. The way she had made his small room look like an audience chamber, and his crappy chair like a throne. His heart had nearly stopped beating when she revealed who she thoroughly was, and her offer had tugged at something dark deep inside him. She had brought desires to the surface he had taken great care to suppress, but now he could hardly remember why he had suppressed them in the first place.
He had worried all throughout the meeting, about the moral implications of her offer, but now his concerns were swept away. He had power now, wasn't it his right to use it? The Heart of power pulsed stronger inside him at that thought.
She had given him Power, Powers, what she called only a small taste of what was to come, seemed wondrous to him, and she had explained how to use them.
He could now put a Geass on a person to order them to perform a physical, not life threatening action. And the Geass would last till sunrise, but not during the day, not yet.
He also could change the minds of people around him, she had called it small changes but they seemed rather significant to him. He could make a person feel, or think something they had not before, again only for the night and only during the night, but he could also make people forget everything that had happened in the duration of up to one night. And what they had forgotten stayed forgotten.
And the first thing he would use his new found powers for, was to have sex. Part of him considered that small minded, but an even larger part told him that it was the Right thing to do. And he had chosen a person he both despised and lusted after for that: Jessica Walters. Henry Walters, her father, owned one of the largest Real estate Companies on the continent, and had recently begun to spread his reach even further. And Jessica was daddy's favorite little angel, getting everything she could ever want at the swipe of a credit card from daddy. While he had worked hard to get a stipendium at the private university they were both enrolled at, she had simply walked in, barely showed up to lessons, and still got top grades, on behalf of the fine new library her father had gifted the University.
Jessica had always looked down on everyone who wasn't at least in the top 10% of rich families, which of course included him. And he'd had to deal with her bulling humiliating nearly every time she showed up to class, which thankfully, only had been once or twice each week. And the faculty simple turned a blind eye to everything she did.
This terrible injustice had used to cause ice cold rage inside him every time he thought about it, and many a night's fantasy of his had been to punish pretty little Jessica for her actions, but now... She had used her power, could he really blame her for that? Not that he wouldn't take revenge for what she had done. They were on equal footing now, it was only natural to "revaluate" their Relationship.
If her father's money won out over his new Powers, so be it, but it wouldn't. He thought smiling grimly.
He reached the exclusive night club, where he knew she would be thanks to Facebook, just as the sun vanished over the horizon, from now on he had seven hours until sunrise, and he intended to use them.
He stepped up to the bouncer, who smiled amused at him, dressed casually in jeans and hoodie as he was. Before the bouncer could open his mouth he focused on making his Heart of Power beat in time with the Bouncers pulse.
*I can let him in, he checks out.* The beat said.
The bouncers eyes glazed over for a second, then he waved Jack through.
Minutes later he wandered through the nightclub a champagne glass in hand, in search for Jessica.
He found her sitting in a designer leather couch with three of her friends sitting around a small black table with drinks on it. She wore her fair hair opened and curled today, and he saw golden twinkles from her ears, and from her wrist watch. Each of the twinkles was most likely worth more than his yearly allowance, probably more, the same went for her open high heels. That wasn't the only thing glittering though, her spaghetti-Strap top was covered entirely in glittering spangles.
He grinned and adjusted his rhythm to hers, *horny* it pulsed for nearly fifteen minutes, as he saw her begin to squirm in her seat. Then he changed the rhythm:
*I'm so horny. I should go to the bathroom and masturbate.* She surprised him when she rose only moments later, after a quick exchange with her friends.
She walked past without noticing him, he sized her small but shapely ass up. He smiled, not seeing a panty line through the tight fitting jeans she was wearing.
"Hey Jessica." He called out casually.
She turned around, staring at him in disbelief for a second before sneering at him: "Who let the gutter rat in? Well doesn't matter, you are gonna regret coming here once security is done with you. You have only yourself to blame when you won't be able to sit without a donut pillow for the next week."
"I rather think it is you who is going to need that pillow." He said smiling. And then he looked deep into her blue eyes imagining a second color around her iris, the color of his eyes. "And you won't let anyone know I am here."
"Oh, ya think?" She snapped and opened her mouth, and closed it again, then opened it again, and once again closed it, looking like a fish gulping for air.
He stepped closer to her.
"I've figured it out now," he said only inches away from her, "what you really need is a spanking and someone to tame you spoiled little bitch, and I'm in a mind to be the one to do it." He said with his mouth, while pulsing: *God he turns me on.*
"You are fucking insane, and I have had enough of-." She said with shrill rising voice.
He focused on her eyes: "Follow me and keep your voice down, princess."
Then he started walking towards the bathroom without looking back, the clacking of her high heels told him she was following. Silent for a change, probably because she was trying to puzzle out why she was following him in the first place.
*It makes me wet when he talks to me like that, and his ass does look kinda hot.*
He walked into the empty men's bathroom and into one of the luxuriously large stalls. She followed him only moments later, and he closed the door behind her.
"On your knees." He commanded, and she obeyed.
He pulled down his pants and freed his cock, which was standing at attention from having the slender blond beauty forced to her knees before him.
