The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I remember that night so vividly. After the girls left, I surfed the web for awhile. I managed to find a website with a girl who looked just like Kali (although I knew it wasn’t Kali. I spent hours on it, looking at this girl’s hot pics and jerking off. Then I went to bed without even seeing the girls until the next day. I didn’t see Kali and I most definitely didn’t show her my bank account. I remember that very clearly.

The next day, I started flirting shamelessly with my daughter’s friend. I came down to breakfast to find that Dana had already made sausage and eggs. The two of them were at the kitchen table, slowly eating. They were both wearing extremely sexy lingerie and ultra-high heels.

“Mmmmm... I love sausages,” Kali said, winking at me as I sat down opposite her.

“I have a sausage you’d like,” I said, returning the wink.

“Oh for God’s sake, get a room you two,” Dana snapped, smiling.

“We just might,” I said, unabashedly staring at Kali’s large breasts through her sheer nightie. “My bed has plenty of room, Kali.”

“You’ll have to show me sometime, Tiger,” she laughed. The fact that a day ago we would have never talked like this was lost on all three of us. Kali and I flirted all the way through the meal with Dana urging us on.

Dana and I each had some tea, but Kali declined. By the time the meal was over, I had some sort of buzz going, but I wasn’t sure why. I looked over at Dana, who was staring off into space, her jaw slack and her eyes glassy. I knew how she felt.

“That was a great meal,” Kali sighed, grabbing her nearby pack of cigarettes. “I need a smoke.”

“Me too,” Dana chimed in, accepting one from her friend.

“I don’t smoke,” I interjected. I’m not sure why I said it, but I felt that I should for some reason.

“Sure you do,” Kali corrected me. “Don’t you remember, Big Daddy? You smoke cigars.”

“That’s right,” I beamed, suddenly aware. “I smoke cigars.” I looked around. “But I’m out.”

“That’s OK,” Kali said, blowing a plume of smoke into the air. “We’ll go to the tobacco store and get you some while Dana cleans the kitchen.”

“Have fun you two!” Dana beamed.

The nearby tobacco store had a large humidor and Kali was very knowledgeable about cigars. I confess that I had forgotten so much about them for some reason. Thank God she was there to help me! The guy at the store was very polite and didn’t react much when I introduced myself and called Kali my girlfriend. He didn’t even bat an eye when she called me “Big Daddy” either. Just all in a day’s work for him, I guess.

Kali insisted on what she called “the right look” and directed me toward very long, thick cigars. She explained that these were so manly and that I love big cigars; that I smoke three or four a day and that I love girls who smoke too. In fact, she explained, that’s the only kind of girl that turns me on: girls who smoke. She was right of course. She always was.

After the tobacco shop, we stopped at a hair salon and I got my short, dark hairdo bleached and spiked. Then we did a little clothes shopping and I walked out with some black leather pants, black t-shirts, leather wristbands, and some leather boots. By the time we got home it was after noon. I cut a very different image walking through the door and Dana, now dressed in tight jeans and high-heeled boots, did a double-take when she saw me.

“Wow, Dad!” she exclaimed. “You look... different.”

“He looks hot,” Kali insisted, pinching my ass as I lit up my second cigar of the day. “You think he looks hot, don’t you, Dana?”

“I dunno,” my daughter said, looking me over. “Just different.”

“Go get yourself and your dad a beer, bitch,” Kali snorted. “There are two open bottles in the fridge. Get those.”

Dana nodded and disappeared. Kali turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’re starting to look real yummy, Big Daddy,” she whispered, giving me a quick kiss on the lips, followed by another, longer one. She began swaying, like she was dancing. “Little Kali likes bad boys. Yes she does. Especially rich bad boys.”

Dana brought back two open beers on a serving tray. “Here you go,” she said, smiling.

“I mixed the tea to give you guys a nice little buzz and keep you in the right frame of mind,” Kali said, taking the two beers and handing one to each of us. “But for a really good mind-fuck, we need the industrial-strength stuff. Bottoms up.”

Dana and I each downed our beers in a long chug. When the bottles came down, we were staring at each other. I didn’t have a thought in my head. I just stared at my daughter, who was staring back at me with a blank expression.

“Now you two,” Kali said, clapping her hands. She took the beers and set them down on the coffee table. “It’s time you guys understood some things.

“Dana, you think your dad’s hot. You always have. But today, wearing those clothes, he looks super-hot and your cunt is wet when you look at him. Remember what I’ve told you about being a bad girl and how much that turns you on? Well lusting after your own father is SO BAD.”

Dana nodded, a little smirk curling the side of her mouth. She licked her lips as she stared at me. Kali handed Dana an open pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Light up, bitch,” she ordered. Dana lit up one of the long cigarettes and continued staring at me.

“Paul,” Kali continued, “you’ve always had sexual thoughts about your daughter since she became a teenager. You’ve been whacking off to her for years. You’ve never acted on those thoughts because you were afraid she’d reject you. If you only knew for sure that she wants you too, you’d have no hesitation fucking her.”

Yeah. I remembered now. I was always turned on by my Dana’s sexy little body. I jacked off a lot thinking about her. And she smokes, too! Only girls who smoke turn me on. If only she wanted me too.

Kali reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, rubbing her hand up and down it as it swelled. I groaned and swayed slightly, still looking at Dana smoke. “She’s fascinating,” Kali whispered enticingly into my ear. “Watching your Dana smoke makes you SO HORNY, Paul.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “SO HORNY!”

“Dana,” the young temptress said, “get over here and suck your Daddy’s cock.”

Dana had a dreamy smile on her face as she took a long draw on her cigarette. “OK.”

My daughter walked slowly towards me and sank to the ground. She slid my hard cock out of my pants with a practiced ease and slowly slurped it into her warm mouth. If I had any objections, they dissolved with the feel of Dana’s swirling tongue. I moaned loudly and instinctively put my hands lightly on her head to urge her on. She mumbled something around my rock-hard dick and continued sucking me with relish. Occasionally, she would remove me from her mouth, take a draw on her cigarette and blow the smoke on my rigid member before again sliding it into her warm, wet orifice.

“The fact that she’s your daughter just makes it so hot, Paul. That part really gets you off,” Kali whispered.

It did... Incest is best... Did Kali whisper that or did I? Who cares? Dana’s mouth felt so very, very good.

“Dana,” Kali informed her friend, “you’re a total slut for your dad’s meat. You’re nothing but a cheap whore and he’s your Master. He’s so amazing and you feel so unworthy of him that you’d do anything for his attention: lie, cheat, steal. Anything.

“Yes, Kali, anything,” Dana said, pulling my cock from her mouth. “I’m nothing but a cheap whore for Daddy.”

Kali came behind me and began rubbing my nipples through the open leather vest I was wearing. I moaned. Between her rubbing and Dana’s hot mouth, my dick was throbbing hard.

“Paul,” she said, “Dana is your daughter and your whore. You love nothing more than fucking her and degrading her. The more you insult and degrade her, the more she comes crawling back to you, begging for it. That makes you so hot.”

“So hot,” I groaned, on the verge of cumming.

“She’s your cum-dump. Say it.”

“She’s my cum-dump,” I agreed.

“Dana, that makes you wet. Very, very wet,” Kali instructed.

“It does,” Dana agreed between licks on my cock. “I’m your cum-dump, Daddy.”

“Paul,” Kali said, “you can’t cum until I tell you, but your excitement will increase with each passing second.

“Dana, tease him with your mouth. I’ll be right back.”

Kali rushed up the stairs while Dana continued her assault on my cock. My little girl was remarkably skilled at this task, bringing me to the brink, then pulling away at the last second. If I had much autonomy at that time, I might have wondered just how many cocks she had sucked. As it was, I just stood there, feeling the urge to cum building inside me but not wanting to do so until Kali said that I could. A couple of times, Dana misjudged my boiling point and I had to pull out before I sprayed the inside of her mouth with my jizz. This went on for a few minutes until Kali came back down the stairs with a black paddle, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs.

“Time to learn about other things besides vanilla, Big Daddy,” she sang out. “Dana, stop sucking.” Dana, red-faced and panting from the effort, stopped touching my cock and looked up expectantly at her friend.

“Dana, take off your clothes but put the high heels back on.” Dana nodded and started doing as she was told.

“Paul, take off your clothes as well. When this slut is finished undressing,” Kali said, “take these cuffs and put them on her wrists, behind her back.”

“You see,” Kali explained as I started undressing, “I really like the kinky shit and you’re going to be doing a lot of it, you two. But I think you need some practice, Tiger, before you get to cuff my sexy ass.”

“Yes, Kali,” I agreed.

“You like ‘em young,” she told me. “Young and beautiful and in your power. You’re mad for the whips and chains too Paul, and it’s the hottest thing you know. You love it.”

“I love it,” I said. I was now nude, the cigar clenched in my teeth. Dana was also nude and on her knees. She stared at my cock with awe, hypnotized by it. I took the cuffs from Kali and grabbed Dana’s wrists, forcing them roughly behind her. I made sure her wrists were cuffed tight behind her back.

Kali slipped the ball gag over Dana’s mouth. “Dana, this turns you on also. You’re mad for the whips and chains too.” Dana couldn’t say anything, but she nodded, a mixture of lust and fear in her eyes.

“Now get on your knees, bitch!” Kali commanded, grabbing my daughter roughly and throwing her to the ground. Dana struggled to get into the position Kali had ordered, but it was difficult with the cuffs on. It also didn’t help that the first two times she got close, Kali put a high-heeled foot on Dana’s side and pushed her over, laughing.

“You always were so much better that me, weren’t you? Or at least you thought so,” Kali hissed. “The goody two-shoes little girl. Daddy’s princess... Well look at you now, bitch!” She laughed again.

“Paul, teach this whore who’s in charge.” She handed me the paddle.

I nodded, knowing what Kali wanted. I pulled Dana’s hands up roughly, allowing myself an unobstructed view of her ass, then I brought the paddle down on her buttocks.

“Harder!” Kali shouted. “Show the bitch you mean business!”

I complied, bringing the paddle up farther and down faster. A satisfying smack echoed in the living room and Dana grunted like the pig of a daughter she was.

“This makes you hard as a brick, Big Daddy. It really turns you on. Now hit her again! And again! Keep spanking the little twat.”

I did as Kali commanded and started spanking Dana in earnest, my dick getting harder with each blow. My daughter’s ass turned a beet red as I slapped it again and again with the hard wooden paddle. Tears were welling in her eyes and snot running out of her nose as I beat the living hell out of her sad, pathetic ass.

“Ok, that’s enough!” Kali finally commanded and I stopped. I was breathing hard but Dana was shaking uncontrollably, haunched over and sobbing into the ball gag. Somehow, through the drug, my heart went out to her and I started to kneel and hold her to me. I didn’t get very far before Kali yelled “Stop!” I froze in place.

“You don’t get to care,” she whispered threateningly to me. “You don’t get to fucking care because Dana is a self-righteous little asshole. You may love her but you love making her hurt more. Is that clear?!”

“Yes, Kali,” I said, suddenly losing all interest in Dana’s well-being. I dropped the paddle and stood up.

Kali walked over to Dana and removed the ball gag so my daughter could breathe. Once it was gone, Dana wailed, her gasps coming in ragged gulps as she cried loudly. Kali kicked her hard in the stomach. “Shut up, you worthless pig!”

Dana tried to obey, still under the influence of Kali’s drug, but the best she could manage was to sob softly. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. I said nothing. I felt nothing. I waited for my next command.

“Dana,” Kali said, slowly, quietly, and methodically, “how do you feel about what your dad just did?”

Dana bowed her head. “I... I love it,” she managed. She looked up and me and the only emotion I saw in her teary eyes was love. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“Tell her she’s welcome, Daddy,” Kali commanded. She produced the key and uncuffed my daughter.

“You’re welcome, Dana,” I said simply.

Kali looked at my daughter on the floor. “Are you wet, bitch?”

Dana again bowed her head and blushed in shame. “Y-yes.”

“Spread your legs,” Kali insisted. “Show your Daddy that you’re wet for him.”

Trembling, Dana rolled over onto her back and spread her shaved pussy. She inserted a finger. “I... I’m so wet, Daddy,” she husked.

“Then beg him to fuck you, you stupid bitch,” Kali said simply.

“D-Daddy,” Dana stuttered. “I’m so wet, Daddy. So horny... for you. F-fuck me, Daddy, please!”

Kali grabbed my rigid cock and jacked it a couple of times, then leading me by my hard dick, guided me toward my waiting daughter. “Come on stud, she whispered enticingly. “Time to fuck your cunt of a daughter.”

“Yes, Kali.” My cock grew harder at the feel of Kali’s hand and the anticipation of coupling with my slut-daughter. It took very little for Kali to manipulate me at this point. There was no resistance left in me as she lead me to stand over Dana, then gently pressed down on my shoulders until I was on my knees, staring between Dana’s spread legs at her dripping pussy.

“Fuck her,” Kali whispered.

Kali slowly guided my cock to Dana’s waiting pussy and I slide slowly into my daughter’s wet cunt. We both sighed as my cock entered and Dana wrapped her legs around me, her heels pressing into my back. “Oooh, Daddy!”

I started slowly and Dana caught my rhythm. I was gentle at first, but with Kali instructing us on every aspect and at her urging, I became rougher. Soon I was pounding my little girl’s pussy like a madman. Dana dug her long nails deep into back, as Kali commanded, and even bit my ear, almost drawing blood. I slapped her hard for that, and that’s what took her over the edge. Dana came, wailing and calling me a bastard and a pervert. I also came, filling my daughter’s unprotected cunt with my potent sperm.

Finally, we lay exhausted. What I had just done didn’t bother me, because I had not been told to let it bother me. Dana had a beatific smile on her face, her eyes closed in pleasure. We held each other for what seemed like hours. Once parent and child, now lovers.

“Ok people,” Kali said, breaking the mood. “Get washed up and dressed. We’re hitting the club tonight.”