The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

What a strange feeling, to be carried. No one but Master could or did carry me. I suppose it was far to assume my newest little sister could manage it but she still had no reason to. To be honest, nestling in his arms like this was the part of this that made me the happiest. That might seem strange but I sort of saw it in a masc/fem lens. Men carried, women get carried, but nine out of ten times I do the carrying. It didn’t do much for my sense of femininity. So right now I liked to just forget about all that and enjoyed being a woman.

Master set me down on the bed. He sat next to me and looked at Elise. “Strip for us.”

“Yes Master,” Elise said as she began slowly taking off her bra, her newly large bust jiggling as she did. She twirled it around before tossing it aside and cupped her breasts as she jumped on the bed and grabbed the nearest bedpost with her pinched knees and slide in a circle before letting herself turn upside down. She then grabbed the base of the bed with her hands and began to peel her shoes and socks off while upside down. Tossing them away.

I was captivated by her movements. I was strong and flexible sure, but I had never attempted anything like that. It felt like something only she could do. Something only she would think of doing. Unlike Marianne or Sofia this wasn’t a skill that felt outside of my wheelhouse. If I was only confident enough to try. Elise was always a beautiful women. She was the one that made me wonder if I danced with angels and demons but she was the only angel that ever made my heart flutter like this.

I turned my gaze and saw Master’s pants getting firm under his pants. I placed my hand on his growing shaft and he smiled. He got up and let them hit the ground. I reached out and touched his throbbing shaft in my hand, careful to be gentle. He raised his finger and I stopped.

“Your turn, strip,” he said as he laid on the bed and took Elise in his arm and gentle groped her left breast. Maybe it was more accurate to call it his breast, it felt like he owned us so completely after all.

I looked at the poll, the temptation to try and mimic Elise hit me but I was too nervous. Imagine the horror if I failed, or what if my increased weight caused the post to break? Oh no! Too shameful. So I just stripped in a more traditional way. Slowly swaying my hips as I pulled one piece off at a time. Elise went to stroke Master but he stopped her.

“First honors to the Lady,” he remarked.

I blushed. Lady. Me? Tee hee. Once naked I gently and eagerly sat down and lowered myself onto him. He instructed Elise to get behind me and grope my breasts in her arms. I moaned as I felt her own beautiful mounds against my back, sliding up and down and I rocked myself up and down Master in an eager need.

Elise bit my ear with just her lips as she pinched my nipples. Aaaah. I felt myself coming to orgasm already. Before Master, before Elise. I couldn’t help myself. Not that this slowed me down. I just kept pumping myself faster and faster. I wanted it all. I wanted everything. My pussy felt like a thirsty plant waiting for the rain and today was the day the dark clouds ironically brightened me mood. I could feel his dick tensing inside me. So close. Please Master! Water me!

“I love you Master,” I shouted as I felt him come inside me.

We made love for hours. We traded around. Master taking me in the mouth, the ass and pussy. He gave Elise treatment in only the mouth and ass, apparently the pussy was something he wanted to be reserved for the Lady he picked, and tonight, I was that fortunate Lady.

“Let’s do some breast play, why don’t you both press your breasts together against me,” Master said.

In this contest, Elise was clearly superior but in all honesty, looking down at the deeper line in my own breasts made me smile. It may not have been much deeper but it was deeper and I felt proud of that. I knelt in front of Master’s dick on the opposite side of Elise and we both pressed our breasts together, with Master’s dick being the meat in our sandwich.

The visual made me chuckle as I realized our breasts looked like flower pedals with his stiff dick playing the part of the stigma. Though this was a lopsided flower given Elise’s bigger breasts. Master shocked me a bit as he reached into me with his hand, getting at me from behind with his hand. The moan in Elise’s face told me this was something she was getting too. My breasts were too small for pleasuring Master like this before so I had never realized the access he would have from this position.

That wasn’t my only disadvantage though, as Elise was clearly more experienced with breast place and she kept moving them just at the right moment to cause Master’s dick to gently tickle my nipples causing me to moan even more often then her.

Once again I came first, followed by Master squirting onto both of us and finally with Elise collapsing backwards as she moaned. She was breathing heavily and making no attempt to lick herself clean.

Master sat up and looked at her. “I think we have pushed her to her limit,” he said as he caressed my hair.

It wasn’t just him, he was breathing heavily too. It was only me who wasn’t. Sometimes I felt a bit cursed to have this body, so difficult to push it to its limits. I looked at Elise, a bit jealous. How does it feel to be so tired from pleasure you can’t stand anymore. You can’t waste Master’s late night treat, I thought as I licked my fingers, enjoying said snack.

Master made his way over to a bowl of water. Taking a small drink before sprinkling something into it. “I been practicing my own magic. I can’t expect to beat Rosemary but I am eager to prove my own worth. I want to do one final thing for our night.”

“Oh? What do you want Master?” I asked.

“Grab the horizontal bed post,” he said pointing to the wooden stick that connected his two of his four bed posts.

“Yes Master,” I said as I did so.

“Leg straight towards me,” he added.

Lifting my butt into the air I raised myself into sort of a right angle towards him. ittedly after all the sex, this position was a bit difficult for me to hold but I could manage for at least a while.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, also raise yourself up so we are more an even level,” he said.

I adjusted as requested. That was much harder to hold this semi flexed position. He then plunged his hardness inside me once more. I struggled to keep my grip as he pushed me backwards. He then braced my back to keep me steady as he continued to thrust into me. I moaned as he kissed me. My arms were on fire from how hard I was tensing. It was... amazing!

He never stopped thrusting as I felt the increased tension around my arms and legs that struggled to hold my posture as he fucked me like a suspended dolly. A part of me screamed to let go and hold his shoulders but I think I get it. He is too tired to carry me, but I wasn’t tired, so he was forcing me to hold my weight. I doubt even Elise at full stamina could handle this.

He was fucking me in a way only I could manage! Aaa! That is so hot! I just moaned deeper into his lips as they kissed me. He let go of my back temporarily as he pinched my nipples. His thrusting pushed me away as his hold on my chest kept me steady as a flux of pain and pleasure ripped though my body and I just couldn’t help myself as I came again.

I lost my balance and one of my arms lost it’s grip. He seemed worried but my other hand held on tight as I felt his grip on my nipple get tugged as my body slacked down a bit. Reaching up, I grabbed the bar again. “Sorry Master,” I said while panting.

“No... need... to... aaa,” he paused as he let go of my breasts and grabbed my back again as I felt his familiar warmth inside me.

He went slack of a second as I felt his legs buckle under his own exhaustion and his own weight got added to my strain. I grunted as I held firm and squeezed as tightly as I could to prevent him falling, which accidently cause his still firm dick to press deeper into me. I moaned as I pulled myself up higher and rotated myself to set him gently on the bed.

That was my limit and my hands let go as I fell onto him, again only pushing him even deeper inside me, this time with much more force than I was used too. It was too much and I came again.

“I don’t think I can move for a few minute,” Master whispered.

“I can’t move either,” I said back as I panted. For the first time, I wasn’t jealous of the other girls. If anything I wondered if they ever got to cuddle with Master still inside them like this? I smiled realizing neither one of us could get him out of me for at least a few minutes. My Master is stuck inside me. Tee hee. I am such a lucky girl.

I sent a silent thank to Rosemary, I had no doubt assumed whatever magic thing Master did was something she had caused.