Novel & Cerita Lesbian Mind Control Sex

--- By Thursday, Viktor’s control had deepened. He installed a remote vibrator inside her that he controlled from his phone. During an important company presentation, he turned it on high while she stood beside him taking notes. Isabella had to bite her lip bloody to keep from moaning in front of thirty executives. She came silently twice during the meeting, juices running down her thighs. That night, as punishment for almost losing control, he tied her spread-eagle on his bed and edged her for nearly two hours with toys, his tongue, and his cock. He brought her to the brink over and over until she was sobbing and begging.

“I brought everything… open the suitcase…” I pulled it closer, unzipping to reveal her collection… a thick, veined dildo glistening under the lamp light, a curved vibrator with a clit stimulator, a smooth black butt plug, a strap-on harness with a realistic silicone cock, and a bottle of silky lubricant. My pussy throbbed at the sight. She took the lube first, squeezing a generous amount onto her fingers before sliding two deep inside me, scissoring and stretching while her thumb pressed my clit. The wet sounds filled the room as she pumped faster, curling to hit that perfect spot until my thighs shook and I came hard, juices flooding her hand.

“Make it hurt.” Kael obeyed, his hips working in a relentless, piston-like rhythm. Each thrust pushed Sasha forward, her ass cheeks trembling. Abegail could smell the sex, the sweat, the raw animalism of it. And while she watched, Leo continued to own her pussy, his pace increasing, his cock dragging out and plunging in with a force that made her gasp. The dual stimulation—the visual feast of Kael dominating Sasha’s ass, and the physical reality of Leo dominating her own pussy—created a feedback loop of arousal in Abegail’s brain. Her body was a live wire. Every nerve was lit.

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

I frowned. "Why would you say that? She's exquisite." "She also is a lesbian. She hates men and despises the touch of any man. That's why I became her Mistress. I promised to never make her have sex with a man." Oh this was another fun challenge for me. I wanted to test my skills of pushing my thoughts on another without speaking out loud. It was a power I hadn't used much and knew that there would be times I would need to change things that way so this was a great time to practice. I pushed at Lauren and had her notice me and realize that I aroused her. Instantly I could feel her mind trying to reject that thought. She didn't like men they couldn't arouse her. I pushed the thought even hard

"No." "I believe Lucia is the only true lesbian here," I said. "Reneé identified as bisexual before her slavery started. Neither Lisa or myself had ever been with a woman before our slavery started, nor did Janet. Since our sexuality is now under the control of our Masters or Mistresses, we must have sex with whoever they desire. My Master found it easier to watch us have sex with women rather than other men, so we learned how to please women. At this moment in time, I consider Lisa to be my partner as much as Master and I have no compunction whatever in loving her. I prefer my Master's fucking to other fucking, but I'll have sex with anyone he tells me to." "Even other men?"

Some of it was just nasty and degraded all involved, others had looked exciting, sensual, and some of it had seemed hedonistic. Some of it, well some of it was obviously the result of people losing all control and had seemed wildly erotic. Id gone through lists: lesbian sex, straight sex, orgies, doms and subs; classic porn and new porn, some even labeled ladies porn, meant for the discerning woman. Id watched it all, and Id found a lot of it intriguing, but maybe not for me. I always went back to one category, no matter what, though.

Jack forced himself to rein in the I-told-you-so smile threatening to break across his face. Too early to smile. He had to make sure he’d really reached her. “Because you need your biggest sex organ, your brain, involved. Vanilla doesn’t really do that. Dominance and submission can be a game or a way or life, depending on how seriously you play. But it absolutely keeps your mind engaged with your body. The promise of pleasure can be every bit as arousing as the pleasure itself—maybe more, as you found out from doing without a mind fuck tonight.”