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Mind Control: The First Attempt
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        How I came to acquire mind control is not important (nor is
it the most interesting part of my tale). Let it just be said that it
required years of intense study in such arcana as the Kabbalah and
Tantric exercises. But finally, after years of study, I had reached
the level of Estro ("Master"). After years of practicing on animals,
then of performing limited exercises over acquaintances (whose mental
vibrations are easier to detect and therefore control), I was finally
prepared to attempt a fully independent human subjugation.
        I had decided on Sherri, a sixteen-year-old red-headed girl
who lived in the apartment building across from mine. I had chosen a
teenager because the young mind is still malleable and open to
manipulation. But I had chosen Sherri in particular because, though
we had never met, I was sexually attracted to her. Sexual energy can
often be helpful when it is channeled into mind control. Though
young, Sherri had already begun to develop a shapely figure. Her
breasts and hips were beginning to swell; her long legs had begun to
assume the smooth curves of a woman's legs. Her figure contrasted
provocatively with her freckled girlish face--large, deep brown eyes,
small nose, pouty mouth.
        For the past few weeks, I had studied her carefully. I had
learned her apartment number and phone number, and I had learned her
schedule. Her father often went out of town on business, so she was
often home alone overnight. She had the fortunate habit of leaving
the blinds open in her window so that I was able to watch her closely
through my telescope. I had even achieved thought-meld with her
once--an important preliminary to subjugation--so I knew that she was
amenable. During the meld, I discovered a latent sexual drive which I
knew could also be channeled during subjugation.
        I waited until a day when I had seen her father leave with
his valise. That night, about ten o'clock, Sherri was still up, doing
her homework in her bedroom. I watched her for several minutes
through the telescope. She was wearing a thin pink cotton top and
cutoffs, and she was sitting on the bed reading. I had decided to
perform the subjugation by phone because, for a first attempt, aural
contact often helps. Finally, I took a deep breath and dailed the
number. Through the binoculars, I watched her get up and walk to the
phone.
        "Hello?"
        Without replying, I whispered, "Turn and face the window,
and remove your blouse." The other end was silent. I quickly looked
through the telescope. She was standing in front of the window,
immobile. Her face wore the wide-eyed, blank expression of one whose
mind is under another's control. Still holding the phone in her left
hand, her right hand rose and slowly began unbottoning her blouse.
When the last button was open, she set down the receiver and slid the
blouse from her shoulders.  Her budding breasts stretched the fabric
of her white cotton bra, their white flesh curving above the
too-small cups. Confident that I had now achieved complete
subjugation, I no longer needed aural contact. "Now your bra," I
willed, and she immediately reached behind her back, unclasped the
bra, and pulled the straps from her shoulders. The cups fell away,
revealing her round, smooth breasts. Through the binoculars, I could
see the pink nipples erect; her own sexual desire was blending with
the force of the mind control.
        Leaving her frozen before the window, I quickly went
downstairs and ran across the street. Within minutes I was at her
door. At my command, she opened the door and let me in. It was the
first time I had seen her this close. She was tall for her height,
mostly because of her long legs. Up close, she was even more
beautiful. Waiting was impossible. Immediately, there in the entry
hall, I commanded her to remove my pants. Her delicate white hands
worked nimbly at my belt and zipper and soon I stood naked from the
waist down.
        "Kneel," I commanded, and the teenager dropped to her knees
before me.
        "Touch my cock--caress it." With feathery movements, her
fingers slid up and down my hardening shaft.
        "My balls, too." One hand still trailing lightly over my
cock, the other snaked down and began lightly tickling my scrotum.
        "That's very nice. Now, lick it, gently, slowly." Her face
towards my cock, her large brown eyes wide and expressionless. The
full red lips parted, and the pink tip of her tongue emerged and
caressed the head of my cock. I sighed at the sensation.
        "Wonderful. Take it in your mouth." She licked her lips and
then gradually, exquisitely, slid them over the head. The wet, warm
sensation elicited a groan from me.
        "From now on, my sexual sensations will become your
sensations. Everything you do to my cock you will feel on your own
clitoris." Instantly, her nerves were flooded with the sensation of
lips sucking her clitoris, and she gasped, snapping back her head.
"Don't stop," I commanded. Tentatively, she licked the tip of my
cock, and feeling the tongue slide over her own clitoris, she moaned.
Again, she slowly slipped her wet lips over the shaft, simultaneously
feeling the movement on herself.
        Then she began to suck, her tongue lightly playing along the
underside of my shaft. Soon her own breathing grew faster, her
breasts rising and falling with each breath. I was nearing orgasm,
and she felt it in her own body. She began whimpering softly, and her
hips began slightly, rhythmically thrusting. As my muscles started to
tense with the impending climax, her tongue became more insistent,
lathing the underside of my cock with exquisite sensations. She
grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me deeper into her mouth.
Finally, the sensations overwhelmed my nerves and I plunged into a
climax more powerful than ever before. At the same instant, I saw
Sherri inhale deeply and hold it; her back arched and her breasts
thrust forward as, trembling, with a gutteral moan, she climaxed. I
felt three contractions wrack my cock as the cum jetted into Sherri's
mouth, still clamped tightly around my shaft. Her nails dug into my
flesh as we both felt the waves of pleasure flood our senses. Not
until a few moments later, when my overloaded nerves finally began to
recover and my cock began to shrink, did Sherri finally pull her lips
away.
        I gently wiped from her lips the last remaining traces of my
cum. Then, commanding her to redress and resume her original position
on her bed, I returned to my own apartment. She never knew that
anything had happened, though she surely wondered at the lingering
tingling sensations in her sex and the strange, musty taste in her
mouth. I am still planning my next subjugation.

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