The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next morning I awoke with Kali asleep beside me. We had not fucked beyond that one time, but she had slept with me and instructed Dana to lie on the floor like a dog while we took the bed. Dana was still teary-eyed, but did as she was told. Kali had snuggled next to me and whispered instructions to me until I fell asleep. By the morning, I was deeper into Kali than I had ever been before.

I uncurled myself from the still-sleeping teenage girl and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. It was about 10 AM and Dana was at the stove cooking breakfast. She was nude, except for a pair of white, thigh-high boots with her now trademark high heels. She looked up at me and smiled, but it was obvious that she’d had a rough night. “Good morning, Daddy.”

“Good morning, slut,” I said.

Dana moaned when I said that. “Oh, Daddy! You know what that does to me.”

“Good morning, Shermans,” Kali’s voice said from the doorway. She walked up to Dana wearing her nightgown and opera-length leather gloves. She kissed Dana on the cheek. Apparently all was forgiven this morning. “Paul, pour two glasses of tea.”

I took the tea from the fridge and filled two glasses and set them on the table. Dana finished cooking the hash browns and put them beside the eggs on three plates and we all sat down to eat. Once again, after eating and a glass of tea, Dana and I were as spacey as a couple of kids on their first joint.

“I gave it some thought,” Kali said, looking at our slack faces. “And I was being selfish last night. So Dana, I want you to fuck Big Daddy right here at the kitchen table.”

Dana smiled. Her head bobbed and weaved, much as mine did. “Thank you, Kali,” She slurred.

Kali reached into a kitchen drawer behind her and pulled out a cigarette holder and a cat o’nine tails. The cigarette holder was shiny and black and well over 3 feet long, with silver on both ends. The cat o’nine tails had silver tips too, and looked like it would be quite painful. “You’re going to smoke while he fucks you,” she explained. “Cigarette holders are so cool for that, because you can clench them in your teeth while fucking. So that’s what you’re going to do, bitch. And the cat o’nine tails is to make sure you don’t drop a single ash outside of the ashtray.”

At Kali’s instruction, Dana and I cleaned the kitchen. Then Kali put a black napkin in the center of the table and a very large ashtray atop it. She instructed Dana to straddle my lap, facing the table and the napkin. She then inserted a Marlboro Red into the holder and placed the holder in Dana’s mouth. Dana immediately clamped down on the long holder with her teeth and inserted my hard cock into her slick pussy. As Kali instructed, my daughter was to ride me and Kali lit her cigarette in the long holder. The end of the holder now hovered over the ashtray.

“A nice, leisurely fuck,” Kali insisted. “Give her time to smoke the cigarette to the butt, Big Daddy.”

Dana and I started to move, my little girl sliding her pussy up and down on my thick rod. As we began to bounce, Kali suddenly removed the large ashtray from the table and replaced it with a small drinking glass in the center of the napkin. “Here’s your ashtray bitch.”

Dana might well have managed Kali’s task with the large ashtray. There was little chance that she could accomplish it with the small water glass. Kali smiled evilly at us and slapped the cat o’nine tails against her leather-gloved hand.

We couldn’t stop ourselves. I grabbed Dana by the hips and began shoving her down on my rod, feeling her juices coat it. Dana, for her part, was grunting, the holder still clenched in her teeth. So far she hadn’t lost an ash yet but as she smoked, the ashes on the cigarette became longer and longer. Eventually, we both came. She screamed through clenched teeth and I shouted, calling her a fuck pig as I shot my load into her eager pussy. Every time I fucked her, it just got better and better.

“Well, well well,” came Kali’s voice through the haze of post-fuck bliss. “You completely missed the glass, you worthless cunt.”

“I... I’m sorry,” Dana whispered. I managed to look past her and see the black napkin covered in ashes.

“Get up!” Kali barked and Dana complied, pulling off my dick and standing beside me.

Kali walked her around the table opposite me and told her to lean over. Dana complied, shaking in fear.

“Relax,” Kali said, smiling. “I’m not going to whip you.”

“Y-you’re not?” Dana asked.

“No,” Kali said, taking the whip and handing me the handle. “Your Daddy is.”

The young girl looked at me and smiled her wicked smile. “Big Daddy, it’s time to teach your daughter a lesson.”

I stood up and walked around the table, taking the short whip from Kali’s hand. “You want to do this,” Kali whispered. “Your daughter is such a worthless little slut. You love giving her pain. You love the control.”

I smiled, thinking of whipping Dana with the cat o’nine tails. I wanted to do this. Dana was such a worthless slut.

“Dana,” Kali continued. “You want this too. You love pain.”

Dana visibly relaxed. “Yes, I do. I’m such a cunt. Whip me, Daddy. Hurt me.” I brought the whip over my head and brought it down hard. Dana shrieked and red welts appeared on her back, near her ass. I felt something well within me. I felt... powerful. In control.

Kali stood beside me and began rubbing me, obviously turned on. “Do it again,” she whispered. “Harder.” I complied. This time Dana cried out and I drew blood. Kali smiled. “You love this, bitch. It makes you wet. Very wet. You could cum from this.”

The third time Dana cried out again, but afterwards she was shivering. I thought it was from the pain, and maybe it was, but it was clear that she not only enjoyed it, she was getting off on it.

“You too, Big Daddy,” Kali whispered. She started massaging my cock through my pajamas. “This turns you on. You’re a born Master.” It was true. I loved being in charge. I loved hurting Dana. This was what I was born to do. I started whipping her without urging from Kali, and as I did, I got harder and harder. Kali got down on her knees before me and pulled my hard cock from my pajamas and started sucking me.

It was wild! I not only got harder and harder, but more and more emotionally excited as well. I was powerful. A god. And my little girl, my Dana, was my devoted worshiper. The more I whipped her, the more I wanted to, until she was crying and cumming, but begging me not to stop. Finally, bucking, I came in Kali’s hot mouth, my seed blasting into her and soaking her tongue with my sperm. She slurped greedily, taking my semen and playing with her pussy while she continued to blow me. I was exhausted and slumped, my breath ragged. Kali continued to lick my rod with a loud slurping noise while Dana sobbed and begged me to keep going.

“No,” I breathed. “No, because... you want... it too... much, bitch!”

Kali smiled up at me. “You’re ready. I think it’s time.”

We all cleaned up, then as Kali suggested, we all went to the den. I sat at the computer while Dana slowly eased herself onto the couch, mindful of her sore backside. Kali stood up and used the long cigarette holder to light a cigarette. She blew the smoke at me and I inhaled it, relishing the scent.

“How did all of that make you feel, Big Daddy?” Kali asked me.

“I’ve never felt anything like it. It was amazing!” I laughed. “It’s like something broke inside of me.”

Kali smiled. “Dana? How about you?”

“Oh my god,” Dana replied. “It was so fucking hot. I wanted Daddy to beat me forever.”

“Dana,” Kali said, “go get a bottle of beer from the fridge.” Dana nodded and walked out of the room. Kali fished my cell phone out of my pocket and handed it to me. “Paul, it’s time to make a call.”

“To who?”

“Your wife,” she said. “Just put it to your ear and make sure it’s loud enough for me to hear too. I’ll tell you what to say.”

Under the spell of the drug, I was willing to do exactly as Kali said. I dialed the number and Kali got close to my other ear, where she could hear everything. While it was ringing, Dana returned with the beer and handed it to Kali. Kali thanked her, then told Dana to sit down on the couch and keep quiet.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Rachel. It’s Paul.”

There was a beat. “Oh, Paul. How are you? How’s Dana?”

“She’s fine. She and Kali are spending a lot of time together.”

Kali whispered in my ear, “Repeat after me, Paul: Now listen, bitch!”

“Now listen, bitch.”

“What!? What did you just call me?”

“I said listen up,” Kali said.

“I said listen up,” I parroted. I repeated everything Kali said. “First of all, this ‘trial separation’ crap is chicken-shit. It’s like neither one of us has the balls to call it off. You cut off my testicles a long time ago. well, I’ve grown a new set, baby, and it’s time we both admitted that this marriage is dead.”

“Paul,” Rachel began. “For Dana’s sake...”

“Bullshit,” I interrupted with Kali’s words. “Dana’s nineteen years old. She doesn’t need mummy and daddy to shield her from a divorce. If she doesn’t know what one looks like by now, she doesn’t have enough sense to pour piss out of a boot with the directions stamped on the bottom.

“Financially,” I continued, “neither one of us is going to be hurt by this and we haven’t slept together in I don’t know how long. So let’s just call it a day. You go back to fucking whoever you’re balling in New York, and I’ll find some young sugar baby like a man my age and financial stature is supposed to. If you don’t have the guts for the divorce, then you just have your life and I have mine. I’m not going to spend the rest of my days with blue-balls waiting for you to make up your fucking mind.”

“Where would Dana go?” Rachel said, almost in tears.

“Wherever the Hell she wants to go,” I said, listening to Kali. “I’ve got news for you: We can afford to put Dana through school. We can afford to put her in her own apartment. Hell, we can afford to send her to the moon if that’s where she wants to go. She’s old enough to survive and if she can’t, we’re still there to pick her back up when she falls. That’s what parents do when the kids are old enough.

“So get a grip on yourself, Rachel. Think it over for a few days and let me know what you want to do because the status quo sucks and I’m going to have a life whether you want one or not.” I hung up the phone.

“Perfect,” Kali said, smiling. “Just one last thing to tie up. Tell me to explain everything, Paul.” And with that, Kali raised the beer to her lips and drank deeply. When it came down, she was high on the drug.

“Kali,” I said, “explain everything to me.”

“I wasn’t happy,” she said simply.

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you remember when I told you to forget everything?” she asked. I nodded. “Well I gave you specific instructions. You can remember them now.”

I could. Kali told me that when she told me to remember, that I would be in charge from that point.

“I’m submissive,” she said. “I always have been. As I told you, you were my first crush. I always wanted you to dominate me. I love you, Paul. I love you, Big Daddy.”

“So this whole thing..”

“Was to mold you into the man of my dreams,” she said. “I couldn’t take the drug myself until you were dominant enough, so I used Dana as a surrogate for me.” She looked over at Dana. “Sorry about that, babydoll, but Daddy here had to know how I like it. I like bad boys and with my help, you’ve become very dominant and very bad. You smoke cigars, you drink, you do cocaine. You fuck your own daughter and you love being in charge. You’re older and you’re rich. In other words, just the way I like my men.”

“Yes, that’s true now,” I admitted.

“So it’s all in your hands, Big Daddy. I’m completely in your power now. You can send me away, or you can build a life with me.”

I looked over at my daughter, who had not yet been told that she could speak again. “What about Dana?”

Kali shrugged. “That’s up to you. You can tell me to free her or to turn control over to you.

“Do you know why my parents divorced?” I shook my head no. “I was fucking my dad.”

“So,” I asked, surprised, “you were molested?”

“No. He wasn’t fucking me, I was fucking him. I seduced him when I was 13. Dr. Newhart was right about me. I’m a bad person, and I was tired of being responsible for my actions. Now you’re going to be responsible for my actions. You can make me whatever you want me to be, Paul.”

“You’re not a bad person,” I said. Kali smiled. She knew that to be true, because I had just told her to believe it.

It was a busy night at the Snooty Fox Club and I had my usual table in the front. I had a Tom Collins in front of me, my good friend Herman Newhart on one side, and my best girl on the other. Herman was a doctor again. Using the drug that Kali supplies me, I was able to reset some of the things Kali fucked up in his head. He’s still in love with Peaches (I figured why screw up a good thing), but they’re maybe not as needy for each other as before. Peaches doesn’t dance, but Herman makes a good enough living to keep them both happy. I made a mental note to ask Kali to help me find her ex-boyfriend, Elton whatever-his-name-is, and see what I can do for the poor guy.

Rachel came flying down here on the first flight from New York, of course. After a quiet drink together, she saw things my way and admitted that she had been fucking Dan in accounting. And John in sales. Oh, and the guy living across the hall. So I left my soon-to-be-ex to her own devices after she agreed to sign the divorce papers with no alimony.

Dana reached down under the table and squeezed my knee, working her way up toward my crotch. I had asked her what she honestly wanted to do and she wanted to stay with me, the way things were. I can’t say that I’m disappointed. I do have a dominant streak in me now, so I might as well see that we both enjoy it. I have a tattoo now that says “Big Daddy” and that’s what she calls me. Dana has a matching tattoo that says “Daddy’s Girl”.

“And now,” the DJ blasted, “Welcome back Kali!” We all applauded as Kali came running out and did her flip on the pole again. As her legs came down, she had them so far apart that you could see the new tattoo on her inside thigh. Of course, it said “Daddy’s Girl”. That’s right, both of them. Hey, I’m dominant, not stupid.