Free Lesbian Mind Control Adventures: One by McKenna Danvers

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Lesbian Mind Control Adventures: One
     
    By
     
    McKenna Danvers
     
     
     
     

The Neighborhood Ladies
     
     
    Stacey sat outside the house and watched the women enter. She parked in her car a little ways from the front entrance so it wasn't immediately obvious that was what she was doing. It wouldn't do for her to scare them away before she had them where she wanted them.
    Five women had dared to show up, five women in this cookie cutter neighborhood where each house concealed a bunch of unsated lusts and masturbating unhappy couples. Stacey knew the place very well, even though she'd never been here before. The Control buried deep inside her allowed to taste the atmosphere of the area like a snake scenting the air. Each of these neighborhoods, just far enough out from the crime ridden central cities, were the same.
    The women were a little different each time however. The five women entering the house for the sex toy party were all the MILF type, tight bodies , and even tighter wound on the inside she was sure. Three white women with perky breasts and well-done nails, a Latina like herself, and a very tall and curvy black woman. Despite their different ethnicities, they were all the same on the inside. Or they would be.
    Stacey pushed the mirror down in her car, and checked out her makeup. It was flawless—just enough to accentuate her pretty face but not enough to look like a hooker. In her line of business it was very important not to look like a hooker.
    She brushed her lips together and thought of soft, warm female flesh obeying her every rule if they wanted to or not. Stacey was a Control, one of those freaks of nature with the powe r to compel others to do things—even if they sometimes resisted. It had made her the top selling agent in whatever marketing job she wanted, and it also made her hungry. Normal sex was for normal people, and Stacey was not normal in any sense of the word.
    She'd moved quickly on from just fucking women, to fucking women that really didn't identify as lesbian. Stacey flicked back her blonde streaked hair from her eyes. She rather hated lesbians...and everywhere seemed to be full of them these days. It was fashionable among the younger, hipper set—which was why Stacey had to hunt out in the suburbs, where just the fractionally older house wives lived.
    Pushing open the door on her red mustang, Stacey slid out one long leg, grabbed her bag of tricks , and wriggled her way out of the car. Her tight black mini skirt was short, but again not so short as to scare off the women awaiting her. She preferred to let her gifts sneak up on them. One of those gifts was no panties and a shaved nude cunt. So she smoothed down the skirt, and did up one more button on her crisp white shirt. Soon enough they'd be getting a look at her tits, but she didn’t want them to get freaked out too soon.
    Walking briskly up to the door, she rang the bell and waited. Her heart was racing just as it always did before she got what she wanted. Despite the many times she'd used the Control on others, there was still a part of her that was a little afraid there would be a time when it would not work.
    Rachel answered the door. It was she that Stacey had convinced to host the party. She'd met her in the grocery store, walking in tight white jeans around the produce aisle looking bored. It had been easy for Stacey to find an excuse to touch her hand; a fake run in with her cart had been more than enough. Once she'd made skin to skin contact, the Control over her had been established. Stacey could use it on anyone within sight, but the nearer the easier it was.
    Rachel had been simple, since Stacey could read her desperation in her eyes, and the way her nipples tightened under her shirt. Rachel was desperate for contact, horny, and wet in those tight jeans.
    They'd got to talking , and soon enough Stacey had convinced her to host a party. It was racy, naughty, and just the thing Rachel needed.