Acid-Core Erotica Presents:

Falling Off Course

by Libertine

Story Codes: (mc, ff)

I owe the inspiration for this story to a friend who shares the name of its central character; I thank her for the delightfully sexy fantasy. This same idea was given by the same friend to a writer named hypnoololook, and his version (which, admittedly, came first) can be found on mcstories.com under the name Hypno-Hips. I do not mean to be competitive with my attempt, nor for it to be judged against that other; this is just my take on a scenario I found too enticing to resist.

Disclaimer: This story is fantasy and contains descriptions of sex and other adult situations. If age or predilection make it illegal or unpleasant for you to read this story, then please don't. I accept no responsiblity for any actions taken by those reading this work; the sorts of mind-control related here are at best impossible and at worst highly immoral outside the realm of fantasy and I do not condone anyone's attempting them, except perhaps with a consenting sexual partner.

That said, all persons, places, and events in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to existing persons, places, and events, past or present, is entirely coincidental.

This story is ©2004 Acid Core Erotica. Please do not re-post without the express written permission of the author.

All comments, compliments, and concerns are welcome at the email address given above. Enjoy!

Jenny jogged around the corner and came to a stop in front of her favorite coffee shop. She leaned against the wall, hands resting on her smooth cotton track-pants as she caught her breath; she’d had a good long run and her face was red with exertion, strands of hair intermittently streaked with blonde stuck to her forehead, until she wiped them aside. Her throat constricted a little as she gulped for air, she needed water badly. Stepping inside the coffee shop, she jogged in place a little as she waited in line, trying to ignore the young men giving her deer-in-headlights looks from their tables.

When it was her turn in line, Jenny flashed the clerk a smile; she’d been coming in here for a year now, and he knew her by name. He smiled back, already pouring a tall cup full of water; he could see she’d been jogging.

“Tall water? That’ll be a hundred dollars.” He slid the cup across the counter, beaming. Nothing made his day like a friendly, pretty regular customer. Jenny scooped up the water and took a sip, still running in place.

“Put it on my tab. I gotta run – job interview and I have to change!”

“Oh! Well, good luck!” He waved to her retreating back as she hurried out of the store.

Back on the sidewalk, Jenny eased into a brisk walk. The water felt delicious running down her throat and she forced herself not to drink it too fast; that always gave her headaches. She checked her wristwatch, saw she had half an hour until her interview at Schofield & Bennington, one of the city’s more prestigious law firms. After graduation, Jenny had spent a busy year clerking at the firm while she studied for the bar. Congratulating her on her successful examinations, Jenny’s former employer had offered the diligent 25-year old a prime position as a junior partner.

Her head running a loop of how she imagined the interview would go, Jenny almost didn’t slow down as a girl perhaps a couple years her junior crossed at a light and took up walking in front of her. The sidewalks were narrow and busy enough around lunchtime that Jenny couldn’t easily pass, and her first thought was hoping that the girl wouldn’t walk too slowly and throw off her cool-down pace; Jenny prided herself on always being timely, and by her calculations, she should be at her apartment only a few blocks away within five minutes.

She needn’t have worried: the girl quickly matched Jenny’s pace, and almost seemed to move in time with her steps. Jenny kept her eyes on the girl’s legs, making sure her stride didn’t slow suddenly, and she was struck by the girl’s rather dazzling attire; she was wearing a very short navy blue skirt and tall tan boots, her tanned thighs curving softly down from one to the other. Jenny found the sensual sway of the girl’s hips rather enticing, and let her eyes follow the scenery of the girl’s thighs as they walked.

The girl’s pace quickened a little, and Jenny unconsciously sped up to match her stride, still carefully considering the fluid movement of hips and thighs, the sexy skirt, the soft tanned skin. A little puzzled as to why she found this girl’s legs so fascinating, Jenny rationalized that they were, objectively, very finely shaped legs; no one could deny that. Jenny wished her legs, though well-toned in their own right from her regular jogs, looked that good in a skirt, and what a sexy short skirt it was! The dark blue fabric was tight around her rocking hips, tight as the curves it so carefully covered and revealed all at once; even the lines of the girl’s panties were visible as they pressed against it.

Jenny considered each motion of the girl’s lower body carefully, trying to memorize her sexy, confident gait. She imagined herself walking like that, swaying her hips that way, her perfect sexy thighs sliding together so softly as she walked with such a well-focused rhythm; she’d get a lot of attention, turn a lot of heads, she knew this girl must be terribly popular and that made her terribly jealous. It occurred to Jenny to wonder where the girl was going; a hot date perhaps? It would explain the eye-catching clothing, certainly something Jenny would love to wear, so teasingly seductive. Maybe the girl was heading to work, although Jenny was hard-pressed to imagine what sort of job required or even allowed such attire. She supposed a lot of jobs – hairdresser, waitress at a bar, that sort of thing – wouldn’t mind a skirt that short and tight, boots that tall and exotic, but it was beyond her realm of experience; wasn’t she, after all, headed even now to a job interview for… What?

Jenny’s eyebrows knitted together as she tried to remember where it was she was going. The girl was going… somewhere, she knew that; but where was Jenny going? She tried to retrace her steps in her mind, as she continued to follow the girl’s pace, even quicker now than before. She’d been jogging, and then she’d had some water; she was still holding the half-drained cup in her hand, though she hadn’t had a drink in quite some time. Now she was following the girl, and watching her thighs… And why couldn’t she think of what else she should be doing? Surely she hadn’t come out today just to watch a pretty pair of legs, though they certainly were very pretty. Jenny found her thoughts wandering back to the skirt and boots and the thighs framed between them and several blocks passed by unnoticed, as a dozen had before.

The girl’s legs stopped, but Jenny noticed she kept shifting her weight, wiggling her hips from side to side. The girl opened a door, and Jenny, without thinking, held it as she followed her into an apartment building. She was wondering about the laces strapped around and around those tall tan boots, from their high platforms to where they ended just below the girl’s knees, as they stepped into an elevator. It seemed natural for Jenny to stand in the back so she could keep watching those wriggling hips, smoother than waves on the seashore; Jenny wondered if the girl could be a professional dancer. Only a real pro could move like that, Jenny thought as she followed the girl out onto the tenth floor.

Her eyes scanned up and down, from skirt to thighs to boots to thighs and back for the hundredth time as Jenny followed the girl through yet another doorway, this one heavy and wooden and stamped “1005” in gold-painted numerals. Entering another person’s house compelled Jenny to kick off her runners, shoving them by the door as she followed the girl’s lovely thighs down one carpeted step into the center of the apartment. The girl dropped a handbag that Jenny hadn’t even noticed her carrying onto the coffee table and at last her boots, thighs, skirt, and everything else stopped.

Jenny shook her head like someone trying to fight off a too-real dream, and realized the girl had turned around and was watching her watching her legs. Jenny’s eyes traced up from those thighs slowly; her face was starting to burn with embarrassment and she felt it would be utterly unthinkable to make any sudden movements, as though by slowly tilting her head back up to its normal position she could escape notice. There was a painful twinge in her neck from half an hour of bending it downward, and Jenny passed her eyes over the girl’s cleavage-baring shirt and past her chin and pretty red lips and into her deep dark eyes. The eyes glittered and the girl’s lips moved as she finally spoke in a sultry, slightly-accented voice.

“Kneel, and watch me. See only me.” Her voice was firm and Jenny gave no thought to her actions as she slowly knelt on the thick shag carpet, looking up at this mysterious girl’s body like a deer into oncoming headlights; she’d been seeing only her, in fact, since those legs had first caught her attention outside of the coffee shop. As Jenny neatly tucked her calves beneath her thighs and smoothed the legs of her track pants with her hands, she watched the girl start to sway again, falling helplessly into the sensuous snake-like rhythm of her body. Her hands touched her thighs below the skirt and slid upwards, teasing Jenny with the promise of an eventual glance beneath the soft, dark denim. Up, up, up went the skirt and over the skimpy black panties beneath; every lacy detail burned into Jenny’s brain as the girl reached back, undid the skirt, let it drop to the floor. Her hips swayed back and forth, back… and… forth… and Jenny’s head drifted dreamily, following their motion.

The girl squeezed her deeply-tanned thighs together and slipped her hands upwards, over the waistband of her panties and up her flat tanned stomach, gently playing with the little gold ring in her bellybutton. The ring formed a focus, still at the center of her rocking hips, and Jenny found herself looking away from it only reluctantly, to follow the glossy-pink nails up, up, up the girl’s belly to the coffee-cream curves of her breasts. Jenny’s thoughts went up, up, up and away into nothing as she watched those fingers cup those round perfect mounds, dark nipples flashing in and out of view between the painted nails, in and out, mesmerizing Jenny further. She leaned forward as imagination was tantalized into what it must feel like to have those soft sexy hands on her breasts, stroking so quickly and gently, moving up now to lead her down, back down deeply into the girl’s eyes, lingering on her parted red lips for only a moment before meeting her gaze, her dark powerful gaze, and letting go of the last little bit of control…

The girl sank to her knees before Jenny, staying above her, forcing her to look up into the deep dark eyes, and she patted her new pet on her pretty blonde-streaked head. She spoke, her voice a sweet whisper of wind from an exotic land, entwining Jenny’s mind entirely in its spell.

“I am your Mistress, darling, and you are my little slave.

“You are my pet, and belong to me and only me.

“You will listen always to my instructions, for the sound of my voice is sweet music to your ears, and you think only of doing just as I say.”

Every word that dripped from her lips was obvious to Jenny; every word was a truth that she never thought to question. She nodded eagerly, far beyond thinking a thought not put into her head by this luscious Latin lover, while a little Jenny-voice way in back of her mind tried to tell her how crazy this all was, and wasn’t she supposed to be in an interview right this moment for a very important position? She didn’t even know this girl’s name!

But, of course, she had just been accepted into a very important position, and, as she grew lost in her eyes she did know the girl’s name: Mistress.

Jenny, her job interview missed, made an excuse. Her would-be employers were not terribly impressed, but they gave her another chance; they knew her, after all, and wanted her for the job. Today was that chance, and Jenny was prepared. Her hair was piled in ringlets atop her head, each curl flashing a different shade of gold, and her makeup was subtle and enticing, bringing attention to her lashes and lips, what she considered her best features. Her attire was a sleek grey business suit; shift, skirt, and jacket. Light-coloured hose. Black pumps. Jenny adjusted her glasses – worn only on the job – and considered the balance she’d struck between business and sex appeal. She approved; professionalism was all well and good, but appearance was important, and to be used decisively. Jenny nodded at herself and this personal philosophy and walked from the bathroom, flicking off the light. She felt pumped, on the edge of nervous excitement, and made herself focus as she gathered her résumé and portfolio and turned for the door.

She never made out of the apartment.

The buzzer rang, and Jenny cursed under her breath; she was running on borrowed time, and couldn’t afford a visitor just now. But propriety demanded she answer; she’d just see them on the doorstep momentarily anyway, and how awkward would that be? She put her portfolio down and pressed the button, trying not to let her anxiousness show in her voice.

“Hello?”

“My pet.” The voice, a breath from the buzzer downstairs, forced a gasp from Jenny’s lips, and she found herself falling against the ‘Door’ button. Breathlessly, she stepped to her door and unfastened the chain and deadbolt, then stepped back, stunned. She had no idea who she’d just let into the building, her reactions a programmed posthypnotic response. Jenny had, at her Mistress’ request, forgotten all about the detour on the way home from her jog, inventing instead a different reason for being late; something about causing a car accident and needing to make a statement… But now she just stood motionless, her interview half-forgotten, with her hands helpless at her sides in the narrow hallway of her apartment, awaiting this woman’s arrival. She didn’t know what was coming up the elevator, but she tingled in anticipation.

There was no knock, just the turn of Jenny’s doorknob, and the dark-haired, dark-eyed, red-lipped girl stood once again before her stupefied conquest. Jenny knew who the voice at her intercom belonged to now; her Mistress stepped into the apartment as though she owned the place (for indeed she owned its owner), slipping off her coat to reveal a black leather skirt that ended somewhere high on the mesmerizing length of her thighs, and a low-cut blue top clinging lovingly to her breasts. Jenny knelt wide-eyed by the same tan boots she’d admired before, watching them step past her out of the hallway, following on hands and knees.

When Mistress and slave stood and knelt in the center of the apartment, Jenny wordlessly slipped from her clothes, staying on the floor obediently at her Mistress’ feet the entire time. Once she’d slid her pink panties awkwardly off her legs, Jenny knelt obediently as she had before, looking up at the fathomless depths of the dominant girl’s eyes. She waited, but Mistress didn’t speak. Instead, she danced.

Jenny’s head spun, caught in the perfectly sinuous motion of her Mistress’ hips. One moment before she’d been utterly confused, torn between the looming importance of her job interview and her helpless inability to resist the commands planted in her brain. Now her eyes traced along those sweet thighs, up the tight leather of the skirt, to the shirt being pulled over her Mistress’ head, to the breasts thus revealed, to the dark nipples and Jenny licked her lips, hands sliding unconsciously along her bare thighs towards the growing wetness between. Her Mistress kept dancing but pointed down at Jenny and commanded,

“Stop. You will not move a muscle until I tell you.” Jenny’s hands stopped where they were, and she struggled to kneel at even more rigid attention, blushing with embarrassment at her near-disobedience. Mistress’ skirt pooled at her feet and she stepped towards Jenny, her panties black as before, standing before Jenny’s eyes, erasing her world. She breathed in the black satin and the more arousing scents that lay behind and leaned forward obediently, between her Mistress’ thighs. Glossy nails hooked through the panties and down they slid, down, down, down while Jenny’s eyes stayed fixed on where they’d been… She licked her made-up lips, eyes wide with empty-headed desire and Mistress, sensing her lust, provided.

Sinking to her knees and then her back before Jenny, Mistress invited her slave forward; Jenny sank down, down, down ‘til her lips met Mistress’ pussy, wet as Jenny’s from the delicious tension of their exchange. Jenny was lost in licking, hands alternately on Mistress’ hips and at her sex, thoughtlessly purring and playing. Her world grew dark as the perfectly-toned thighs closed about her head, starting to spin from lack of air, unable to do anything now but lick and kiss and worship until she suffocated. Jenny’s fingers penetrated her pussy as her tongue performed upon her Mistress, and she was pleasured but numb; unable to find release until commanded, even her sex enslaved to the dark-eyed woman’s will. Jenny tasted that woman’s cum on her lips, tasted her trembling and exulted even as her world started to collapse from lack of oxygen. Before the critical moment the thighs were gone, and Mistress reached down to catch the tear rolling across Jenny’s cheek, collecting it on a finger and guiding Jenny up to cradle her blonde head against her breasts. Jenny murmured, unable to find the thoughts to form words, as Mistress slid two glossy fingernails into her pussy, opening her finally to the pleasure she’d been denied, and Jenny was soon moaning between her Mistress’ nipples, kissing and nibbling eagerly, pressing the other girl on, grinding against her slender fingers until she was wracked with orgasm.

On the soft orange carpet of Jenny’s apartment, Mistress and slave lay exhausted in each other’s arms, the beautiful Latina instructing her pet in the particulars of submission;

“You must always obey my voice; you have no other thoughts when you hear its sound.”

Jenny cuddled against her Mistress’ breast and assented. Yes, Mistress.

“In my presence, it is proper to be naked. In public where that is unacceptable, it is proper to wear as little as possible, so that I may always admire what a pretty little pet my slave is.”

Jenny shivered with pleasure and closed her eyes, imagining herself at last sleek and sexy in an even skimpier skirt and sluttier heels than those her Mistress wore. Wearing the business outfit forgotten on the floor beside her? Unthinkable: I obey, Mistress.

“Slavery is the only life you need, but you may never reveal this life to others. You must, however, consider who may be suitable for my service, and report to me on these people and their habits.”

Yes, Mistress. Jenny would think no more about job interviews, automatically dismissing her would-be employers when they called.

“I will have more slaves.”

Yes, Mistress. Of course.

“And you will help me to enslave them.”

Fingers drifting lazily across her pussy, Jenny murmured her willing compliance. For some reason, the thought of seducing others into the sexual submission she had experienced turned Jenny on, very, very much.