Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 13:27:46 -0400
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Tricked By Mind Controlling Neighbors

I thought it was nice of my new neighbor to invite me to dinner, but judging
by the new neighborhood, I was sure there was something unusual about to
happen. I moved to the new place knowing that all the residents here were
female, but I didn't know what to make of it. It felt a little...ominous,
but the shade and the seclusion felt a little comforting.

My daughter Allison was 16 and already very socially active; she was
spending the night at a friend's house, and I was alone for the evening, as
I so often was. Allison was unruly, stayed out late, and wore clothing I
didn't approve of, using my credit cards to buy it. At least she didn't have
a boyfriend. That was my only comfort, and moving to an all-female
neighborhood was my way of trying to keep it that way.

I didn't know much about the hostesses, except that their names were Angela
and Pauline, they were both in their 40s, and they had been a couple since
high school. They had an adopted daughter named Crystal who was 16 and
attended the school I was sending Allison to, assuming I could get her to
go.

I knocked on the door, and one of the ladies answered. She introduced
herself as Angela and invited me in. I was a little surprised she dressed so
formally; she had on a nice dress with heels and stockings underneath. She
was tall, blond, fair-skinned, and had perfect teeth; her figure was very
nice, and her breasts had to be about a C cup. She smiled as she invited me
to take a seat.

Pauline was different, at least in appearance; she was a long-haired
brunette, about 5'9", making me look short but Angela look tall, but she was
fuller in figure than her lover. On her left ring finger, she had a silver
ring with an inscription on it; she invited me to read it but seemed to
avoid showing me her right hand, which had a simplar ring except with a
chain pattern carved into it. Angela and Pauline lovingly talked about their
rings, which both read "Angela (heart) Pauline" and how they had always been
together.

I was a little uneasy, not because I had never been around a lesbian couple
before, but because they seemed to be hiding something. It was as if they
were going to take me into the basement and lock me up. I was the new
neighbor, so who would miss me? I thought exactly that as I listened to
Angela compliment me, saying things like,

'You have a nice body, Lynette. We don't get a lot of ladies here with
bodies like yours.'

I was curvy, yes, and I'm sure that there were very few black ladies in the
neighborhood. My breasts were a nice DDD, still bigger than Allison's,
although hers were nice as well. I was very nervous; my hands were
trembling, and both ladies noticed. Pauline smiled, placed her hand in mine,
and told me,

'Relax, Lynette. You have nothing to worry about. We're treating you to
dinner and a very nice show.'

They had to assure me that I would not be harmed and could go at any time if
I was uncomfortable, and I eased up a bit. Pauline continued,

'Tonight, just let me and Angela do all the talking. Listen well and take
mental notes, and only talk if we ask you to. I promise you will learn a lot
and enjoy yourself. By the way, I hope you don't mind if we smoke.'

I didn't mind at all; I was trying to quit, but I was doing a terrible job
of it, and Allison had taken after me. I lit up and watched them enjoy their
cigarettes; it almost looked...and I couldn't believe I was thinking
this...sexy. I always considered myself straight, and I had always dated
guys since my husband died. Could I have been fooling myself?

Angela took a drag and blew it out in a very seductive manner, which almost
made me melt, and she continued from where Pauline had left off. As she
smiled softly, she put her free hand in mine and explained,

'Before we begin tonight, we want you to understand that Pauline and I love
our daughter and would never cause her any injury or mental anguish.
Everything we do is under strict control and is done with Crystal's
consent.'

With that, Angela's smile broadens, and she winks and says,

'Well, sort of.'

With that, Angela picked up a bell and kicked up her feet, appearing to be
waiting. I was floored - I thought I knew what to expect, but I was trying
to keep an open mind.

Soon, a young lady standing around 5'7", voluptuous and attentive,
raven-haired, wearing her hair down, perfectly straight, and past her
shoulders, and she had make-up on. I was a little surprised by how she was
dressed; all she had on were a pair of black heels, leather cuffs around her
wrists and ankles, and a black leather collar. Her nipples were pierced, her
pussy was shaved, and her fingernails were painted black. She stood looking
at Angela as I noticed that Pauline had another bell of a different size.

Angela spoke first, telling her daughter,

'Crystal, this is Lynette. She will be joining us for dinner. She has a
daughter your age.'

She walked over to me as I offered my hand to her; instead, she knelt before
me and kissed my feet. She looked up at me from her kneeling position,
politely saying,

'Good evening, Ma'am. May I pour you a glass of wine?'

I asked her to do so, and she immediately departed for the kitchen; I
noticed that her ass was tattooed, as was her lower back. Angela smiled at
me as she put out her cigarette.

Crystal continued to wait on us all evening, obeying Angela and Pauline's
every word immediately upon being told to do anything at all. I was still
stunned, but over dinner, during which Crystal joined us, although she did
not dress and she had to get up every time any of us wanted anything,
Pauline was kind enough to explain what they had done, telling me,

'Since Crystal was a baby, we have conditioned her to obey. When she was
little, all it took was her undying love for us. When she started thinking
of sex, however, we had to include sex fantasy into her desire to obey. For
a while, we thought we were losing her, but through mind control, she has
become obedient to our every command.'

She went on to tell us,

'Crystal is incapable of disobeying us. No matter how unreasonable a task
seems, she has no capacity not to do it if Angela or I tell her to do it. To
Crystal, there is no such thing as being humiliated or embarrassed; she
thinks only of pleasing us.'

She turned it over to Angela next, and Angela turned to her daughter and
sternly said,

'Crystal, rise.'

Immediately, Crystal did so, as if she were under a spell. Angela followed,

'Crystal, light us some cigarettes, pour us some wine, and clear the table.'

Without an expression, the mindless daughter responded, 'Yes, Ma'am,' and
began to do as she was told. As she lit my cigarette and topped off my wine
glass, I began to understand Angela and Pauline's reasons for controlling
Crystal. I didn't understand how they did it, but I absolutely loved it and
hoped to do the same with my rebellious daughter.

As I was enjoying the show, especially being waited on by a sexy, nude
teenager, Pauline chimed in again, answering my biggest question before I
could even ask it, telling me,

'We invited you over to witness how we punish our daughter. Please try not
to be too alarmed; we are very physical and very strong in our discipline.
Crystal consents to every punishment we give her, but she fears what we do
to her.'

Again, before I could ask, Angela explained,

'Crystal is being punished tonight for disobeying her English teacher. She
has no capacity to disobey us, but she is able to disobey others, and this
is what we punish her for. We allow her to have the ability to disobey
others because, if we made her completely mindless and obedient to everyone,
she could never learn to discipline anyone else this way. Even when she's a
grown adult and has a teenage daughter of her own, we will still have rules
and still discipline her the same way. and she will accept it without
question. But we want her to do the same for her own daughter.'

I had figured out what they were going to do to Crystal, and I absolutely
loved it; it took a lot for me to hide my giddiness, especially if they were
planning to teach me how to brainwash my own daughter. Pauline rose from the
table as she noticed Crystal had finished clearing the table and cleaning
the dishes, and she confronted her daughter. With the words,

'Crystal, stand at attention,'

Crystal stood upright and faced her adoptive mother and punisher. Pauline
looked her helpless daughter over and said firmly,

'Tonight, you are to be punished for disobeying your English teacher. Do you
accept that you disobeyed your English teacher and that you will be punished
for your actions in the way we decide?'

Crystal was only able to respond with, 'Yes, Ma'am,' and Pauline placed
Crystal's hands behind her back as Angela walked in. Angela took out a small
clasp and placed it on the links that go one Crystal's cuffs, pinning the
girl's hands behind her back. They escorted her into a room that previously
had the door shut, inviting me in.

I was floored. Inside this room, which was comfortably large and would have
been a nice bedroom for Crystal if they had used it for this, was a
fully-functional dungeon. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, chains
bolted to the floor, paddles and whips hanging from the walls, bondage gear
in a case, and nice leather chairs, in which Angela invited me to sit. I
looked at the table sitting next to me and set my wine down; the ladies had
laid out two rows of cigarettes for their guests, and I took one.

Crystal simply knelt while Angela and Pauline left the room; I took a drag
on my cigarette and looked over her body. She was beautiful and, except for
whip marks and a few other suspicious marks, her skin was flawless.

The two ladies re-entered, this time having removed their dresses; they were
instead wearing leather corsets, fishnet stockings, and black boots. Both of
them had cigarettes in their mouths and were carrying leather-covered
paddles; I was finding this incredibly erotic.

Pauline lit Crystal a cigarette, and she enjoyed it from her knees. I was a
little surprised to see that Crystal smoked; Pauline told me that Crystal
loved smoking, and that, because she was being punished, she was deprived of
cigarettes. I loved the idea of having Allison begging me to smoke.

Pauline took away Crystal's cigarette, helped her to her feet, and signaled
to Angela to chain the girl's ankles. Like her wrists, her ankles were
cuffed, and the cuffs had metal chain links that were made for the
chain-style restraints that the two ladies used.

Tapping her ass slightly with the whip, Angela spoke sternly to Crystal,
asking,

'Are you ready for tonight's punishment?'

Again, Crystal responded, 'Yes, Ma'am,' and Angela continued,

'How do you think we should punish you?'

Crystal wasn't trained to have an opinion around her mothers, I thought, and
so it came to me as a total shock when Crystal responded, very clearly,

'I think you should whip my ass and torture my body. I think you should make
me serve you and worship your bodies. I will serve you in any way you
command me, Angela.'

I was a little taken aback that such a strict woman allowed her daughter to
call her Angela. But they told me that, since there are two ladies, calling
for 'Mom' was impractical, and they knew they had their daughter's complete
respect, so asking Crystal to address them by name was easier. Besides, I
didn't have much room to talk; my daughter had been calling me Lynette since
she could talk.

However, when they gave Crystal an instruction, she had to reply with, 'Yes,
Ma'am,' something I intended to keep for my daughter.

Angela continued, explaining that, since she had Crystal's consent, it was
important not to let her take it back. Keeping control of the punishment was
very important; it was not up to Crystal to decide how she was to be
punished anymore.

To accomplish this, Angela took a ball gag and put it in Crystal's mouth;
she readily accepted the gag, and Angela tightened it. Crystal moaned
faintly; as she was gagged and awaiting her punishment, Pauline adjusted her
hands so that they were above her head instead of behind her back. Pauline
was very detailed in her explanations of everything, as was Angela; putting
Crystal's hands above her head made it easier to punish her ass, while
behind her back was better for punishing Crystal's voluptuous breasts.

The first part of the punishment was ready, and it was a simple bare-ass
spanking. Pauline's hand was firm, rough, and loved inflicting pain on her
disobedient adopted daughter. As Pauline reddened Crystal's bouncy ass, she
relished in every slap she was giving her girl's bottom. It was easy to tell
how much she enjoyed punishing Crystal. She wasn't the only one who enjoyed
it; I had to make an effort to keep from playing with myself as I watched
the spanking.

As hot as it was to see Crystal in chains being spanked, somehow I knew it
was nothing compared to what was to come. Angela explained, and I listened
closely despite the sexy distraction, that spanking was a mere warm-up for
Crystal's punishment. Crystal actually enjoyed being spanked, and even when
she was good, Angela and Pauline still spanked her; if this were her entire
punishment, Crystal would break every rule because her adoptive mothers
turned her on so much when they smacked her ass.

Pauline stopped spanking Crystal and called Angela over, telling her that
Crystal's ass was ready. She then went on to explain that, when the spanking
was finished, the next step was to take turns paddling Crystal's ass. They
said it in such a way that made me believe that they looked forward to their
daughter getting in trouble just so they could punish her.

Not that I considered this a bad thing; Crystal's ass was turning bright red
as Angela and Pauline took turns working her over with the paddle, being
sure to strike every inch of her gorgeous teenage ass. She screamed through
her ball gag, but her caregivers showed her no mercy and continued to paddle
one after the other. It was as if Angela struck Crystal with the paddle and
counted off five seconds, and then Pauline paddled her and counted off five
seconds, and they repeated. Crystal was in obvious pain, but I couldn't help
but notice how wet she was; being punished was a rush, and even if she was
brainwashed to obey, I had to wonder if she deliberately disobeyed her
teacher just for this.

The leather-covered paddles reddened Crystal's ass and cheeks; she turned
her head around as if to try to watch her own punishment, and her eyes gave
off a very upset, fearful look. However, looking into Pauline's eyes calmed
her, as if Pauline's gaze had a calming effect on the girl. Crystal's
muffled moans turned from pain to pleasure, though the paddling did not slow
down.

Pauline paused as Angela did the paddling for both women; clearly, it was
time for more instructions for me. As I expected, looking into Crystal's
eyes had a calming effect on her, and even if it wore off after a while, it
could be repeated. It served as both a reminder that she wouldn't be
seriously hurt and that Angela and Pauline owned her and had total control
over her.

Angela stopped paddling Crystal and took out a small metronome, telling
Crystal, in a soft, hypnotic voice, to watch the metronome's movement.
Angela's voice was soothing; she even rubbed Crystal's shoulders to try to
put her into a deeper trance. Since Crystal's mind was property of her
caregivers, she was easy to hypnotize; all it took was a little pain,
pleasure, and soothing words to go with their hypnotic device. I, of course,
was curious as to why they needed Crystal in such a trance, since she seemed
to accept any punishment she was given. Clearly, my inexperience showed, as
Pauline lit a cigarette and smiled at me, replying,

'When this punishment is done, she will remember nothing but know that she's
in a lot of pain. She will associate her offense with this pain, but she
won't associate it with us inflicting it. We hypnotize her to remain
anonymous. Rest assured, paddling is the least of what she's going to get.'

I was a little apprehensive, but at the same time, I was excited. I loved
the idea of being able to make Allison beg for me to punish her, as Pauline
said Crystal does. Normally, Crystal will agree only to being chained,
spanked, and paddled, but under Angela and Pauline's deepest level of
hypnosis, she agreed to anything and, in fact, begged for it. It was as if
Crystal was transformed from a pleasant, subservient daughter with a kinky
streak to a depraved pain slut with this treatment. And Pauline winked at me
as she said,

'We love giving it, too. Angela and I love each other and would never cheat,
but we're both Dommes. This is our way of enjoying our own sadistic
tendencies.'

Angela grabbed a very nice-looking switch, explaining that they took turns
with implements; Angela got the switch tonight, while Pauline got the strap,
which was long, leather, and very intimidating. Before she started, however,
Angela asked Pauline to remove Crystal's gag and show her just how well the
hypnosis worked. As Pauline did so, Crystal begged,

'Please beat my ass with the switch, Angela! I want to feel that switch
hurting me and making me your bitch! I'm yours and I Want to be treated like
the worthless sex toy I am! Punish my ass and tits please!'

Pauline replaced the gag immediately as Crystal still shouted; Pauline
slapped her face hard as Crystal still continued to go on and on. Pauline
slapped her again and blew cigarette smoke in her face; Angela came around
to her daughter's face and slapped her as well; conveniently, Angela's
left-handed, so both sides of Crystal's face suffered.

I couldn't handle any more; I was incredibly turned on. Angela took her
place behind Crystal with the switch while Pauline took hers in front - with
the strap. I now realized that the strap wasn't for Crystal's ass, as I
suspected; it was for her breasts, which made me wonder about their earlier
statements concerning how they placed their daughter's hands. Her hands were
in the spot to have her ass beaten, but her tits were about to get it. I
didn't really care; Crystal was about to be punished, and I was hoping to
find a girl to help me torture Allison this way and make her love it.

By now, I had removed my top and was squeezing and licking my breasts as
I was watching Crystal being lashed on both sides. Angela seemed to relish
in taking a switch to her daughter's ass; she left marks and didn't seem to
mind. Pauline was certainly enjoying the torture she was inflicting upon
Crystal's bouncy breasts; Crystal begged for it through her gag, and I
begged for more as I touched my own breasts, subconsciously calling Crystal
a dirty slut and occasionally pretending she was my own daughter.

My clothes were soon completely off, and I was using the first toy I could
get my hands on to pleasure myself. This show was absolutely incredible - a
gagged Crystal being lashed from both ends, her breasts turning bright red,
her ass on fire, and she was absolutely loving it. If I had thought about it
just a little bit, I would have realized that the story about Crystal
disobeying her English teacher was an excuse for sexual depravity, assuming
it happened at all, and Crystal just loved being her caregivers' sex slave.

It was as if Crystal was nearing orgasm from having her breasts tortured; by
now, Pauline had switched from the leather strap, which was designed just to
inflict pain, to a cat o' nine tails, which inflicted plenty of pain but was
easier to control and tantalized her chained slave.

Even Angela had switched implements, and the lesson for me had turned into a
bondage sex session and a free show for the new neighbor. Angela was wearing
a very thick strap-on now, and she grabbed Crystal's hips and thrust it in
her ass. I felt like I was ready to explode from all the wild sex. If this
was my new life wiht Allison, I was excited.

The strap-on had to be at least nine inches long and an inch thick, but
Crystal took it all, and she held out her big, beautiful breasts for Pauline
to lash. Pauline relished in seeing her lover fuck her daughter's ass; she
stood lashing Crystal joyously, lighting another cigarette and watching me
bring myself to orgasm. As intense as this was, I would have let them chain
me up and fuck me next if they wanted.

Crystal's muffled screams led me to believe that she had reached orgasm just
after I did; the toy in her ass and the leather on her tits was all she
needed to forever cement herself as her caregiver's sex slave. She was more
than just the pleasant, subservient girl who kissed my feet and lit my
cigarettes. She was a whore. And even if she was under mind control, she
couldn't get enough.

I couldn't get enough, either; I was enjoying one of several orgasms, as was
Crystal. Pauline had stopped whipping Crystal's gorgeous breasts, opting to
move her hands in that behind-her-back position that the ladies had
mentioned in the beginning. I soon realized that, although they used both
positions for Crystal's hands, the behind-the-back wasn't to whip her
breasts; it was to let her know that the punishment was almost over. Crystal
was waking up out of her trance, Angela was riding her ass, and Pauline was
taking her gag out. I couldn't believe the lengths that these women went to
in order to enjoy their sexy daughter.

Pauline wrapped her arms around Crystal and kissed her. Angela kept up the
ass-fucking, but Crystal backed her ass up into the strap-on while Pauline
tongued her daughter's mouth. With Crystal now alert and aware of what was
going on, she paid no attention to how much her ass and tits stung and
enjoyed her caregivers, especially Pauline, who was grabbing her ass as
Angela thrust using Crystal's hips. Angela and Pauline locked hands on
Crystal's ass, as they seemed accustomed to doing; Pauline tongued with
Crystal as Angela fucked her. This seemed to go on for hours, even if I knew
it really didn't. It was my idea of heaven.

Finally, they broke the kiss and the fucking, and Angela removed her
strap-on as she slapped her daughter's ass. Crystal blushed, and Angela
walked up to her and started removing her corset. Pauline did the same, and
soon, both women were down to their boots. I hadn't seen them naked yet, but
they were both gorgeous; their bodies were flawless, and their figures were
very nice. They had the kind of bodies that looked very nice naked. Crystal
must have learned how to take care of herself from Angela and Pauline, even
if she was adopted and wasn't blessed with their genes.

Angela leaned down to her slave as Pauline lowered her to her knees, telling
Crystal,

'Pauline and I enjoyed punishing you. I know you enjoyed it, too. Are you
ready to show us just how much you enjoyed it, slave?'

All Crystal could muster was a somewhat mindless 'Yes, Ma'am,' as Angela
straddled her daughter's face. Without a word, Crystal began to pleasure her
adoptive mother with her tongue. I realized that this was a closing ritual
for the family members, something that Crystal enjoyed as much as her
caregivers did. Angela and Pauline hadn't yet been brought to orgasm and
shouldn't have to work for it, though I looked in their eyes and saw how
amorously they were eyeing each other; in fact, the two lovebirds began
tongue-wrestling almost immediately upon Crystal taking to Angela's
dripping-wet pussy.

The two beauties started to grind their bodies together as Crystal worked
them both over; using just her young tongue, she was ambitiously looking to
bring both ladies to orgasm. And if I knew this family, she was going to do
it. Crystal had only been a sex slave since she started high school, but she
was already very good, and part of that stemmed from having two sexy mother
figures who acted like horny schoolgirls around each other even at their
age.

First to climax was Angela; she moaned through the orgasm her teenage
daughter was giving her, and she pressed her almost-nude body into her
lover's, grinding her bush into Pauline's. Angela lifted her leg around
Pauline's perfect ass, and as the orgasm finished, she wrapped her other leg
around her lover, hanging onto her and rubbing their nude bodies together
vigorously.

Somehow, the delicious Pauline managed to hang on to both her lover and her
orgasm as Crystal brought her to ecstasy with just her tongue. The two women
moaned through their passionate kiss; Pauline wrapped one arm around
Angela's neck and the other on her ass. Crystal cared only for the orgasm
she was giving Pauline, and Angela was almost enjoying it with her.

The climax finally died down as the two naked beauties dismounted from their
daughter's slave face, and Crystal looked at me as if she wanted to pleasure
me next. The kneeling, punished teenager almost resorted to begging until
Pauline told me she had one last surprise for me. I was assuming it was that
Crystal was such a whore that she would serve any adult woman, but that
wouldn't be a surprise; Crystal wanted me.

Instead, they opened up a part of the wall in the dungeon to reveal a
high-definition plasma screen, and they turned it on. They had it set up to
a closed-circuit system that showed a different part of their house, and
what they were showing floored me.

We were being watched this entire time, as if Angela and Pauline knew about
my fantasy. My daughter Allison was on the other end of the circuit watching
me enjoy the punishment of the depraved Crystal. Angela went on to explain
that Allison and Crystal had made friends very quickly and that Allison was
very interested in the lifestyle that I was experiencing for the first time
tonight. As further proof of this interest, Allison was tied to a chair,
stripped naked, gagged, and had a very advanced-looking plug in her pussy
and ass. I licked my lips and looked over my bound, gagged daughter, asking
Angela and Pauline to bring her to me and Crystal. I was about to dominate
two beautiful teenage girls.

The next morning, I woke up and asked myself what happened after that, as
Allison and Crystal looked over my naked, punished body...