The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I remember how it all started. My daughter had just turned 19. I guess every dad likes to brag on his little girl, but I felt that I really did have bragging rights with Dana. She was majoring in pharmacology, made great grades, and was head of her local Christian youth group. Which is not to say that she was a saint. We had some difficulty with her a few years prior. Like any teen-aged girl, Dana pushed the envelope at times. We caught her smoking once, coming home drunk a couple of times. The usual stuff. By 19 it was all behind her and she had a string of boyfriends and a bright future.

My wife Rachel and I were three months into a trial separation, and she was living on the East Coast and jetting back about twice a month. We told Dana that the separation was work-related and that was somewhat true, although the arguments had more to do with it than Rachel’s job. I got Dana for the summer, so her July birthday was my responsibility. Rachel would have been there, but she was tied up with some court case that was high-profile and very pressing.

Sweet Sixteen is the big party for most girls, but Rachel and I were having some earlier marital issues at that time. Dana got the short end of the stick, and I vowed to make it up to her for her nineteenth. I rented a hall and a band, and she invited just about everyone she had known, from elementary school on up. One of the girls she invited was her best friend from junior high, Kali.

Dana and I hadn’t seen Kali in about six years or so, ever since her parents divorced and she moved to Chicago with her mom. She was back in L.A. now and had talked to Dana on the phone a couple of times, so she managed an invitation. What I remembered as a tall, skinny, awkward thirteen-year-old had, like Dana, blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She had long, brown hair to her buttocks, a thin frame but very large, obviously enhanced breasts, beautiful sea-green eyes, and an olive complexion. I had no doubt that the boys were after her constantly, and there were some whispers at the party that Kali was a wild one. The way she dressed and danced, I could see where that idea had come from! In fact, she caught me checking out her dancing at one point. I kind of blushed, but Kali just winked at me and kept on dancing with Ricky Williams.

After the party, Kali got to be a common sight around the house. She and Dana caught up on old times and spent a lot of time together doing whatever it is nineteen-year-old girls do. They both had cars and I guess they were alternating staying at my place and wherever Kali called home. Looking back, I probably should have been paying more attention.

Almost from the first week, I started noticing a change in Dana’s behavior. It was little things at first: a little surly, leaving without telling me where she was going, missing meals. Then she started borrowing Kali’s clothes. No big deal there normally—lots of teenage girls do that—but to say that Kali’s dress sense was suggestive was putting it mildly: bustier tops, skin-tight jeans and skirts, parading around the house at night in sexy lingerie. I don’t think I ever saw the girl in less that 5-inch heels and her fingernails were always long, painted, and patterned. Her makeup was usually heavy but not sloppy and her hair was long and luxurious. She showed off those enhanced breasts to great effect and I caught myself checking them out on more than one occasion. If ever there was a walking wet-dream, it was Kali Martin. So I was a bit taken aback when Dana started emulating her.

One day about two months after the party, I came home from work to find Kali sitting on the sofa nursing a beer. She was in a little black party dress and about the highest heels I’d ever seen even her wear. The room smelled of cigarette smoke. There was a pack of Virginia Slims 120’s and an ashtray full of cigarette butts on the sofa beside her. There were also about a dozen empty longnecks on the coffee table, where Kali’s feet rested among them. She was watching some show very intently and raised her beer in greeting as I walked in.

“Hey, Mr. Sherman,” she said, not looking up from the screen. “Dana went to get us some more brewskis.”

“Kali,” I warned. “Dana’s not old enough to buy beer, let alone drink one. And neither are you.”

The teenage girl brought the beer to her lips but stopped short of drinking it. She smirked. “It’s OK, Mr. Sherman. I have a fake ID. So does Dana. We got her one last week.”

“You what!?”

“Hey, you want a sip?” she asked, purposefully ignoring my reaction. She looked up at me with a shit-eating grin.

“No, I don’t want a sip!” I hadn’t been this pissed in a long time, and I was on the verge of throwing this young troublemaker out on her ear. I could see that she was a bad influence on my daughter.

“Aw, c’mon!” she pouted, holding up the bottle. “Have a sip and I’ll tell you a little secret about Dana.”

“Kali...”

“Mr. Sherman, one little sip and I’ll tell you something about your daughter that you’ll really, really want to know.”

“I’m not playing games here, Kali,” I warned her. “If you know something I should know, tell me now.”

“Nu-uh,” she said, standing up on wobbly legs, made even more wobbly by her skyscraper heels. “You take a sip or I walk out the door. You’ll probably want to know this so you can stop it in time.”

“I said I’m not playing games, girl!” I grabbed her roughly by the arm and shook her.

Kali was nonplussed. She just looked up at me and smiled a wicked little smile. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, stud.” She held up the almost-full bottle. “Down the hatch.”

I was stuck. I wouldn’t hit a girl and she knew it. I grabbed the bottle and took a big slug.

Almost immediately, the room moved for a second. Not exactly spinning, but definitely off-kilter, like a camera tilted forty-five degrees to the side. I kind of froze for a second, disoriented. Kali gently removed her elbow from my grip and smiled at me.

“You know Mr. Sherman, you were a little rough there. Don’t you think you should apologize?”

“I’m sorry, Kali,” I said. I’m not sure why I said it, but I did. I was calm. Very, very calm.

“It would have been easier,” she said, sitting back down on the sofa, “if you had just accepted the drink when I offered it to you. In fact, anytime I offer you something to drink, you should accept it without question. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Kali,” I assured her.

She withdrew a long cigarette from her pack and lit it. “I’ll bet you’d be wondering where Dana is, if you were able to wonder at all at the moment. Ask me where she is.”

“Where’s Dana?” I asked. I didn’t really care where she was for some reason. I was on automatic pilot and not concerned about much of anything.

“She’s fine,” Kali explained. “I really did send her to get some beer. So everything’s great and you’re cool with it.”

I was. It was cool that Dana had gone to get some more beer.

“Y’know Paul,” Kali continued, using my first name, “I always thought you were hot.” She smiled and blew a cone of white smoke into my face. I stared at her. “In fact, you were my first crush.”

I just stood there, saying and feeling nothing. She could have told me that my parents had just died in a fire and I not only would have believed every word of it, I wouldn’t have really cared. I would have worried that I was feeling this way, but she hadn’t told me to worry, so I wasn’t.

“One of my previous boyfriends was about your age,” she explained. “He’s a chemist at some big corporation that makes medicine. I forget which one. Anyway, he turned me on to this great drug they’re developing. It makes people very open to what someone tells them. Of course, I convinced him to kind of forget that he told me about it, but he still remembers to send me some samples when I ask him to. It mixes in just about anything, even beer.”

I stood silently, absorbing what she was telling me, but otherwise not really caring about it. That was when the front door opened and slammed shut.

“I brought the beer,” Dana sang out.

“Can’t you see your dad and I are busy?” Kali snapped. She grabbed the bottle I had been holding this whole time and handed it to Dana. “Here, bitch. Drink it. In fact, chug it!”

I could see Dana out of the corner of my eye as she gulped down the almost full bottle, then just stood there, spaced out. I guess I looked much the same.

“Now go find something to do upstairs,” Kali ordered her friend. “I’ll call you if I need you.”

“yes, Kali.” Dana nodded and smiled. She almost floated up the stairs to her room.

“Now,” Kali said, smiling wickedly at me, “there are going to be some changes around here. We don’t have much time before the little you drank wears off, so we have to work quickly. Oh, and it’s probably better if you forget all of this.”

The next thing I knew, I was standing in the living room. I must have just come in, because I was holding my laptop case. Dana and Kali were sitting on the sofa, dressed in matching outfits of tight jeans, white bustiers, and red high heels. They were smoking and drinking and giggling about something, but having just come in, I wasn’t sure what it was.

“Hey, Big Daddy!” Kali said, looking up at me.

“Hi, Big Daddy,” Dana echoed, sitting up straighter. She took a drag on her long cigarette. “We’re just watching some of your porn.”

“Oh?” I asked calmly. “Which one?”

“We’re not really sure,” Kali said, clicking off the TV, “but it’s bor-ring! You really like the vanilla shit, don’t you?”

“I guess so.” I wasn’t upset that Dana was drinking and smoking. I wasn’t even the least bit upset that they were watching one of the three or four porn DVD’s I owned. I took it all in stride.

“We’ll have to work on that,” Kali said thoughtfully. “But it’s understandable. You’re one laid-back dude, aren’t ya, Big Daddy?”

I nodded. “Yep. Very laid back.”

“So laid back, in fact,” the young girl insisted, “that you really wouldn’t mind if Dana comes to the club to watch me dance tonight. Isn’t that right?”

I nodded. “Oh, are you a dancer?” I asked, calm as could be.

“Are you kidding? With these tits?” Kali thrust out her ample chest at me. “Of course I am. I’m the biggest draw at the club. Dana really loves to come see me perform, don’t you, babydoll?” Dana smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

“And if you’d like to come some night,” Kali said, winking at me, " well I’m sure I can do a private dance, just for you.”

“Thank you,” I said. “That’s very kind of you, Kali.”

“Dana and I are going to go out to eat before we hit the club,” Kali insisted. “Why don’t you fix yourself something, Big Daddy, and then spend some time surfing the web? I’ll bet you can find some cool sites to go to in your bookmarks.”

“I think you’re right,” I agreed. “Thank you, Kali.”

“Oh, and drink some of the iced tea I made. It’s in the fridge. Drink it down like a good daddy.”

“Yes, Kali,” I said, feeling very agreeable.

The girls left and I started making a sandwich for dinner. I put it on a plate with some chips and poured myself some of Kali’s tea. I then sat down at my computer in the den and started going through my bookmarks. The ones I remembered being there were gone, replaced with only two bookmarks: “Kali 1” and “Kali 2”. I shrugged and clicked on the first link.

SexyKali.Com came up and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. The first image was Kali. My Kali. My daughter’s best friend. She was dressed in a little Catholic schoolgirl outfit with frilly ankle socks and ultra-high heels, smoking with a short cigarette holder. Sort of ingénue perverse. Beneath her it said “Experience the most exciting and exotic girl in the world: Kali! Click here to enter.”

I clicked. And clicked. And clicked. I must have spent several hours looking through the site’s endless galleries. It was set up like a porn site, but I never saw anything asking me to pay. Just page after page of Kali Martin in every pose and outfit imaginable. Topless, bottomless, split beaver... You name it, she did it, all professionally shot and presented. There were sentences at the bottom of every page, saying things like “Stay on this website and keep looking.” and “Don’t let anything but Kali keep you from staying here.” “Rub your cock.” it said and “You want Kali.” It was all so very hot and soon I was rubbing my cock through my pants. By the time I heard the front door open and close, several hours later, I was horny and hard as a brick.

I didn’t move from my chair. I didn’t go to see what the girls were up to. I just sat and surfed Kali’s hot, young bod. About thirty minutes later, the door opened and Kali herself walked in. My cock thumped in approval, but I said nothing and didn’t look up.

Kali moved into my line of sight and I could see that she had switched to a low-cut white blouse and a very tight, black miniskirt. Her large, pendulous breasts peeked out from the blouse, unbuttoned to her navel.

“I sent Dana to bed,” she whispered. “She looked tired.

“I brought you a beer, Big Daddy,” Kali said, waving the bottle under my nose. “You should drink up.”

“Thank you, Kali,” I said, taking the bottle and taking a big swig. Almost immediately I put the bottle down and stared at nothing in particular.

“A lot stronger than the tea, isn’t it? Finish it up Paul,” she insisted. “This is going to be a long night.”

I did as she said.

“How do you like my site, Big Daddy?” Kali asked, sitting down on my desk and spreading her long legs. I could see up her miniskirt and the little minx had no underwear on. I could see her bald pussy and I stared without shame.

“I enjoyed it very much,” I gulped.

“It made you horny, didn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I always make you horny, don’t I, Daddy?”

“Yes.”

She smiled at that. Then she lifted a leg and brought the toe of her shoe to my crotch. I groaned as she rubbed my throbbing cock through the thin fabric of my pants. “I’ll bet your cock is just aching to get inside of me, isn’t it?”

“Yesssss...”

“Soon, baby. So soon... You know, Paul,” she said, continuing to tease my stiff member with her shoe, “you really turn me on. And I turn you on too, don’t I?”

“Yes, Kali,” I panted.

“Good.” Then, “Dana tells me that Rachel’s spending a lot of time in New York.” I nodded, on the verge of cumming. “Are you seeing anyone? You know, on the sly?”

“Rachel and I... Mmmmmm, yeahhh.... agreed to be faithful to our wedding vows during this separation.”

Kali giggled. “Well isn’t that sweet? You know, wedding vows are like promises, and promises are made to be broken. Aren’t they, baby?”

“Yes. Broken.”

“I’m so glad you agree,” she husked, rubbing faster. “So since promises are made to be broken, you have no problem with cumming for me right now, do you, Big Daddy?”

“N-no...”

“Cum for me, Tiger.”

I’ve had mind-blowing cums in my life, and this was one of them. But I didn’t arch my back or scream or jump out of my chair. Aside from the groaning, I just calmly ejaculated into my light-colored pants and said nothing. A wet spot formed in my crotch and I sat still, enjoying it. If I could feel emotions, I might have been disgusted by the sensation of my sperm soaking my pants and thighs. As it is, I just sat there, satiated.

Kali looked at the wet spot in my crotch and laughed. “Your cock just does back flips for me, dosn’t it, Big Daddy?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Backflips.”

“Gooood,” she murmured. “Good boy...” She traced my jaw with her finger and winked at me. “Now since you just came thinking of me, it’s like I’m your girlfriend, isn’t it, baby?”

I looked into her eyes, confused. “Girlfriend?”

“Sure,” she smirked. “I’m your girlfriend. Say it, Paul.”

“You’re my girlfriend, Kali,” I said, excited and proud that I had such a young, beautiful girlfriend.

Kali grabbed the second den chair and pulled it up close to mine, facing the computer screen. “Now let’s get to know each other better, baby. Log into your bank account for me.”