Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 105 - Sex Stories

Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 105

... control him."

Ginger heard her breath catch in her throat. In her condition, that was as the same as a scream.

He moved in front so she could see his face. She'd never wanted to punch anyone as badly as she did him at that moment, but she might as well have wished to fly. Nothing broke through the paralysis holding her still.

Could she only move when she was told to? Was that even possible?

It was a warm day Janice was wearing a pale blue round neck T Shirt and jeans. Ginger looked her up and down.

Looking right into her eyes, Ginger touched the hollow of her throat and traced his fingertip over her t shirt down to her breast. The reality that she could not keep him from touching her shot through her, and she began to breathe rapidly, almost gasping.

"Don't freak out," he said teasingly. "We're just getting started, we have all day."

He pulled his hand away, then rested it at the swell of her hip, on the waistband of her jeans.

"Here's how this works, Janice. Not only will you do anything I say, you will feel whatever I tell you to feel. I don't mean emotions: I can't make you fall in love with me, don't worry. But I do mean I can tell you to, oh, think about nothing but the way your breasts feel."

She had only an instant to think, What the heck? before her mind filled with intense sensations and awareness. How her breasts felt in her bra the way they felt now and the material of her bra. She aware her nipples had become incredibly sensitive, her ...

... suddenly-erect nipples pushed against the material of her bra. Each breath made them rise and fall, pressing up against the bra and then falling ever so slightly away before the garment settled on them again. She'd never experienced anything about her body in such detail, with such totality, and when she saw her face in the mirror, she was shocked to see her eyes half-closed.

She gasped helplessly as he touched the tip of her nipple through the cloth of her t shirt. The sensation seemed to travel through her body with a feeling of such pleasure beyond her imagination.

Then he put his thumb and finger on either side of her nipple, and lightly pinched.

She cried out. It was totally involuntary, and the most desperate sound she could imagine. She'd never heard herself make a noise like that before.

Ginger chuckled. "Now play with them yourself, Janice. Show me what you like."

There was truly no resisting. Her hands slid beneath her undershirt and cupped her breasts within her bra. She squeezed them, pushed them together and pulled at her nipples. She made no sound, but could hear the soft collision of flesh as she manipulated them the sensation was wonderful.

"You can stop now," he said.

No she wanted to scream. Not yet! I But her hands fell to her side and did not move.

As if an afterthought, Ginger added, "And you're no longer thinking about your breasts."

And just like that, the desire to touch her breasts vanished. A red flush burned up her neck and ...