The Mind Control Device

Chapter Sixteen: Mind-Controlling the Kinky Lesbians

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michael

I pulled my car into the parking lot before the Pink Pussycat. The sex shop didn’t look too sleazy. It had a bright, neon sign with a cat perched on the end of the sweeping cursive words. There was something bold and suggestive about the pose of the mascot.

“I can’t believe we’re going in there,” Natalie said. My friend was a more strait-laced Christian than I was. I had been into the sex shop a few times to buy the naughty schoolgirl outfits to wear in the bedroom with my husband. “I mean…”

“It’ll be fine,” I said. “You trust my advice, right?”

“Of course I do,” Natalie said. “Thanks to your advice, I’ve had sex with both my children, and my husband’s made love to our daughter.”

I smiled. I had programmed—was that the right word to describe how the mind-control device worked on people—Natalie to trust my advice. I was more than happy to give it to my friend. She was such a hot wife. Like me. And we were going to have fun.

In the back, the other woman with us climbed out of the car. Tonya Albertson was one of my neighbors. A nosy bitch and gossip who liked to stir up the shit in the neighborhood. Now she was under my power, programmed to want to do anything as an apology to me. I would make her and her nineteen-year-old daughter into live-in maids for my family.

Bang maids!

With two daughters and two bang maids in the house, my husband couldn’t please us all. We needed toys. Plus, I was having fun with my friend. She was hot, and I was finally able to indulge in my bisexual side. My husband was at his college fucking his students, and I was having fun with my friend and our neighbors.

So long as it wasn’t a guy, it wasn’t cheating for me.

I took Natalie’s arm and led her inside, her black hair swaying about her face. Her large breasts jiggled in her blouse. She was stacked. Not like me. I had the body of a young girl. Slender, petite, breasts barely more than handfuls. It was why I could pull off pretending to be a schoolgirl. My husband loved my figure.

Big perv that he was.

I smiled fondly thinking of him with all those schoolgirls. We were a great match. I found it hot that he wanted our daughters and his barely legal students. It made my pussy so wet and dripping just thinking about what he was up to at his college

“Door, Tonya,” I said. “That would make me happy.”

“Right away,” she gasped and ran ahead to the glass door and yanked it open.

We were confronted right away with a rack that held nothing but various types of handcuffs. All metal, leather cuffs, fuzzy ones with leopard print or bright pink or other hues. Next to it was all manner of lubes. Flavored. Unflavored. Ones that promised to “heighten” sexual flavor. To the right was the wall dominated by the sex toys. To the left were racks of magazines with green or orange stickers to hide the naughty bits on display. The back held the costumes on circular racks while surrounded by the DVDs and Blu Rays.

“There are so many,” Natalie said as we headed to the sex toys.

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, G-spot stimulators, bullet vibrators, Ben Wa balls, anal beads, double-headed dildos, double-pronged dildos, and so much more. And Tonya’s going to buy whatever we want. Right, Tonya.”

“Right!” she said.

I smiled as I led Tonya through the toys. I snagged a little hand basket the sex shop had stacked in the corner and we began shopping. I wanted to get a variety of toys for my family and me to use on each other.

I snagged a double-headed, pink dildo. Made of gel, it was flexible like a snake. I held it up to Tonya and wiggled it back and forth. The way her dark eyes widened as she stared at it made my pussy clench.

“That’s so big. Why do you need one that big, Kimmie?”

I rolled my eyes. “One end goes in your pussy. The other end goes in mine. Then we fuck together. Like tribbing.”

“Tribbing?”

I smiled. “You have so much to learn about lesbian sex.” I put the toy in the basket. “And we’ll need a strap-on.”

“Oh, my,” Natalie said, fanning her face. “This is all so much.”

I snagged a fleshy dildo attached to a black, vinyl harness. I pressed it against her crotch, the dick thrusting out past her jeans. “Just imagine putting this on and fucking Tonya hard. My advice, you’ll love it.”

“Ooh, that does sound like I would,” she said, glancing at Tonya who had picked up a silver bullet vibrator.

Smiling, I put the strap-on and the bullet vibrator into the basket. Not the one on display, but the one in the box. I browsed through the shelves, looking for other wicked things to play with. I snagged a pair of red anal beads. They had a ring handle and seven increasingly thicker beads on the slender rod. All plastic. I held it up to my friend.

“Guess where this goes,” I said, waving it before her face.

“Ooh, that must feel interesting in your pussy,” Natalie said.

Tonya giggled. “That’s not where they go.”

“Nope,” I said. “Other hole.”

My friend’s jaw dropped as the anal beads went into the box. Her cheeks were pure crimson. I loved it. This was so much fun. My pussy clenched, this wild ache surging through my body as we searched for more.

I grabbed a blue vibrator with ridges and a tongue for clit massaging, a pink dildo with a solid body covered in bumps, and a silver g-spot stimulator. I dropped the curvy toy into the box, my pussy on fire.

“Ooh, ooh!” I gasped, grabbing a pink-headed wand massager. Its packaging wasn’t like the ones you’d find in a normal department store. It wasn’t pretending to be used to massage muscles, but pussies. “I hear these make you cum hard. You should have your husband use this one on you. Here, grab one for yourself, too. Tonya’s going to pay for it. Right, Tonya.”

“Yes, Kimberly,” she said. I didn’t let her use my nickname.

Then we moved onto the BDSM section. It had leather masks and all sorts of gags from balls to rings. When I saw the padded nipple clamps, I had to grab them. I glanced over at Tonya and smiled as I dropped those into the basket. They had plenty of whips, flails, riding crops, and paddles. The pervert in me went to the wooden paddles. Polished and hard, the sort of thing that a wicked schoolgirl would have been spanked with a hundred years ago.

That went into the cart.

“Tonya, find a maid outfit and try it on,” I told her as I ran up to the front of the store. I grabbed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. The one with the leopard print on them. I shuddered and headed back to the store to find Tonya going to a dressing room with her costume.

Natalie stared at all the XXX movies, her cheeks blazing. She picked up one. MILF Patrol 8. Her eyes widened as she read the back of it. She thrust it back and whirled around. Maybe I should advise her to watch some porn.

But it was so much more fun to create live porn with the mind-control device.

Tonya emerged from the training room. Her large breasts were constrained by the low-cut, black bodice trimmed in lace. It fit right in her waist and the skirt barely covered her ass and pussy. She had a maid cap perched on her head, her brown hair falling about her blushing face.

“This is so daring,” she said.

“But it’s also the perfect way for you to apologize,” I said. “Now turn around. Let me see that ass.”

She did, the skirt rustling.

“Bend over.”

As she did, the skirt rode up. It was puffy with some petticoat layers. The curve of her rump appeared, clad in her panties. They weren’t sexy panties. That would have to change.

“Perfect,” I said. “Do they have one in your daughter’s size?”

“I think so,” she said as she headed to the changing room to take it off.

“Well, grab it,” I said, wanting my sexy bang-maids. Her daughter, Gina, had been a brat growing up. A bitch and a bully who had made both of my daughters cry growing up. Especially my youngest, June. So it would be hot to have her be one. “She is coming over?”

“She said she’d try,” Tonya answered as I heard her stripping naked inside the changing room. “You know how you were at nineteen.”

“Yeah,” I said. If she didn’t get in range of the mind-control device, I couldn’t program her. And I so wanted to have the new help all sorted out for when my husband and daughters got home from college. It would be so wild.

Tonya emerged and we headed up to pay. A guy with hairy arms and a tattoo of a scorpion on his neck ran the cash register. He was in his thirties, black hair, a bored look on his face as he flipped through a gun magazine. He straightened as we approached.

“Hi,” I said. I pointed to Tonya. “If she blows you, can we have a discount?”

The clerk glanced over at Tonya and smiled. He closed his magazine. “Sure.”

“What?” Tonya gasped.

“Blowing him would make up for so much shit you did, Tonya,” I said. “Plus, it’ll save you and your husband money. So get to it.”

“Fine,” she said and sighed. “Where at?”

“Right here, baby,” the man said and begin unbuttoning his fly.

I smiled. I loved my husband’s device. He was a genius.

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Dean Michael

The lunch had arrived.

Just like I had programmed, Vivian walked into my classroom. My nerdy student had short, black hair that spilled around her cute, if serious, face. She wore glasses that only enhanced that vibe. She was petite—that girlish figure making my dick hard. She didn’t bat an eye at my nudity.

Not with the mind-control device plugged into the college’s WI-FI network and its signal covering the entire building. She was going to help me out. I had so much work to do, and I needed someone who could do programming.

She claimed she had programmed her own smartphone apps, so she was perfect.

Plus, I had enjoyed fucking her in my first class today.

She had aced her test and lost her cherry on my dick. The fact she was a lesbian and still loved cumming on my cock had been just a treat. I didn’t know she was gay—or at least bi—until she casually mentioned that my cock had been better than with her girlfriend.

Either way, she’d had a cherry cunt.

“Mr.