Mind Control Domination

[Woe_Foe]

Out of character:

I'm looking for a dominant writer to play as a perverted character in my story. There are some forced and supernatural elements involved. What I've planned is for my co-writer to play as a character who has some form of mind influencing spell/item to turn my character, Amy, into their fucktoy (albeit slowly because I love me some build up

If you're interested, let me know with a PM. Thanks!


http://i.imgur.com/uycR8Hq.jpg

Name: Amy Williams
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Hair: Naturally blonde, shoulder length
Eyes: Brown
Other: Valley girl accent, clumsy/stuck up personality, massive 32KK cup tits

(IC):

It was my senior year of high school and ever since it started about eight months ago, you have know how over how excited I am. Okay, so you should know that I'm a pretty big deal at school - ever since I got here, I've been pretty popular. Let's face it, everyone knew my name! So yes, I was that kind of popular social butterfly that you guessed I am. But anyway, the reason why I'm just so excited is because the prom was coming up in just about a month and a half, and I just knew that I was going to be nominated as prom queen! You might not understand it, but just know that I loved having the spotlight on me and seeing that how there was barely anything to do around here in the suburbs around Houston, being the prom queen meant that I was going to have it all to myself.

...

"Hey babe." Jeremy, the tall lean athlete said as he moved in close to give me a kiss. "Nu uh." I replied, pointing to my cheek. With a slight chuckle, he moved the direction of the kiss and gave me a soft peck. I did the same before he had to run off to practice.

Melissa, my best friend, laughed afterwards.

"What?" I asked with a bit of a grin. Truth be told, I totally knew what she was going to say - that I was such a tease.

"You're such a fucking tease, Amy." she replied.

...

Told ya.

But she wasn't wrong, you know. I knew how I acted and how, seeing as I never even got to second base with a guy, that I was what many people considered a 'tease'. I had no problem getting stares and looks at my body, whether it was my gym teacher staring with his stupid mouth open as I ran in the soccer field, or the bouncers giving me a 'look at that chest' stare before letting me into a bar without an ID; but I had this strict rule of 'You can look, but don't touch.'

Oh right, my chest? It's pretty huge. I know what you're thinking - is she naturally blonde and are her tits real? Yes, and yes! It's so funny how people would react when they first noticed my chest; massive 32KK cup titties stretching whatever I decided to wear that day. Especially put together with my slim, hourglass body well...it got me attention, alright? But again, I wasn't a slut or anything! I was a good girl who knew how important it was to wait until I was married. I even wore a cross, you know!

"Ouch!" I yelled, stopping in the middle of the hallway when I felt a sharp pain behind my head. Melissa paused, wondering what was wrong before she realized what happened. "Some freak pulled on my hair!" I complained with a whimper, looking around for the weirdo who did that but from what it looked like, whoever did that ran away in a hurry. "Oh my god, can you check my head? Did that freak yank out a patch of hair or something?" I complained some more while Melissa looked.

 

[ADmiral3]

"Oh my god, can you check my head? Did that freak yank out a patch of hair or something?"

Jack hurriedly ducked into the crowd of students milling aimlessly in the hallway, using them to cover his ass as he fled from the distressed blonde clutching the back of her head. He held in his hands a single lock of her hair, and, had he not been so focused on making his escape unseen, he would have smiled at his accomplishment. There would be plenty of time for celebration later. Right now, he just had to get home and complete his arrangement, which would require this new possession.

Jack was not a popular guy. In fact, most of the people who attend his highschool would be hard pressed to name any relevant information about him, other than the fact that he didn't talk much. This relative obscurity wasn't completely amiss with him, however. Jack loved the privacy. Though it often left him with more free time than he could spend, having no friends meant having no responsibilities, no expectations. And of course, he had found hobbies.

Reading. At first it was for entertainment, until one day he found an article online in the dark corners of the internet, that went into detail about a process, or really, more of a ritual, that allowed the user to directly influence and percieve the thoughts of another. Of course he was skeptical when he first discovered it, but with nothing else to occupy himself with at the time, he saw no harm in exploring. After several days of research, he not only uncovered several reports of successful tests, but also a recipe, a step by step procedure to concocting his potion. All he had to do was get his target to ingest the formula, and he should gain a level of control within the week. Most reports said it developed slowly over that time.

Of course, he knew exactly who his target would be: Amy Williams

For the last 4 years they had both attended the same high school, but she would never know it. Jack doubted that she even knew he existed. But he had certainly been keeping an eye on her. Her gorgeous figure filled his head with dark, perverted daydreams. And when he saw this article online? She was the first person to come to mind.

Upon reaching his apartment, he closed and locked his door, and proceeded down the stairs to his makeshift laboratory. It mostly consisted of a folding table coated in everything he would need for the formla, printed off pages of instructions and warnings thumbtacked to the walls around him, and a beaker, to hold the elixir. After over a month of planning and gathering, the last item he needed was a piece of her hair, which he now unceremoniously dropped into a pot sitting on his stove. The rest of the mix was already bubbling inside of the container, and after 3 hours, he returned, pouring as much of the bubbling liquid into his flask as he could. letting it cool for a second, he tipped his head back and drank, swallowing half of the vile tasting concoction, as instructed. The rest had to make it past the luscious lips of Amy if his plan was to come to fruition, so he began making his way back to the school, eager to begin his plan.

 

[Woe_Foe]

"So is any of it gone...?" I said while rubbing my head. Melissa was right behind me, checking for a second and then laughing. Laughing. Can you believe that? As if my hair was anything to be played with! Still, I guess that laugh was comforting; Melissa wasn't exactly known to hide her emotions or anything.

"No, of course not. God Amy, you can be such a baby..." she said after a few minutes, earning a scoff from me as I playfully swatted her arm.

"Oh my god, shut up!"

We both laughed and finally got out of school. You have no idea how badly I wanted to just watch some TV.

...
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The next day was more of the same - me hating school and having to get ready for it. The only thing that I had to be thankful for, was the fact that I got to dress up like I wanted to. Yep, this wasn't one of those catholic schools and honestly thank god. My body would not go with that Catholic school girl outfit. I did decide on these cute denim shorts and a tight pink top which showed off the girls. There was some cleavage (not even that my dad wouldn't let me leave!) and my heart shaped necklace that Jeremy got me for Christmas fell right in between of my big ol' massive titties. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. What took the most time from my morning was the fact that I just had to paint my nails pink to match the shirt. That said, I got my bad and put on my strawberry perfume before heading out.

"Ugh, I hate chemistry." I said as I walked with Melissa and my group of friends "I swear, I'm going to cause an explosion or something one of these days."

We walked in and Mr. Simmons was there, writing on the blackboard. Today was the day that we were going to set up our groups for some weekly assignments. I hated the fact that I couldn't just pick who I wanted to work with! I eyes Melissa, rolling my eye on the fact that this teacher didn't understand social dynamic.

"Okay class, let's pair up. Melissa, you're with Kyle. Jeremy, you go on with Nick. Amy you're with...Jack." he said, pairing me up with one of the quiet weird guys. Well, at least he was kind of cute. Not that I would tell Melissa that, she would kill me. Still, I wasn't happy about this decision. Grabbing my books, I walked up to him and said:

"So, you're Jack huh? I'm Amy so uh...we should probably get started." I told him and placed my notebooks on his side of the table.

...​

 

[ADmiral3]

"So, you're Jack huh? I'm Amy so uh...we should probably get started."

He gave a shy grin, his eyes darting from her face to her cleavage, before coming to rest on the project on the table in fron of him. He began organizing their materials, when in reality, the project was the last thing on his mind. He still had to find a way to get his potion into her body. The easiest way would be through her food, but he wasn't entirely sure how he would be able to do that. There was no way someone like him would ever be allowed to sit nearby her table, not at this school.

His eyes refocused on the ingredients in front of him. Maybe he could pull this off here. Jack looked around to see who was watching. All the other students were engrossed in their projects, and the teacher was busy examining another project in the far corner of the room. Jack quickly put his plan into motion, preparing the burner. Though Amy was right there, he doubted she had any idea what they were supposed to be doing anyways, so she woudn't notice his tampering.

Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out the glass vial of potion and set it in a brace above the burning flame. Turning it on high, he uncorked the vial, allowing th e chemical to seep out into the air, the burner helping it to evaporate more quickly into the surrounding air. Now whie he was sure many other students would inhale this, it should be harmlessto them. After all, it only had Amy targetted, which is what he needed the hair for. And if his Chemistry teacher scolded him for botching an experiment, it was a small price to pay for such control over the sexy woman to his left. Stepping back, he smiled as he saw the gas take to the air.