Diary of the Mean Mind Controller
mc; bF; Mg; gg; Mdom; oral; anal; inc; ws
Saturday, 8/11
As I walked toward the mall, I saw a woman getting out of her car with two children. The boy looked about five years old, and was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. The girl was perhaps ten, with short brown hair, very cute, wearing a sundress. Their mother was an attractive woman, about thirty, wearing a blouse and jeans.
As I approached them, I made sure no one walking by would notice anything out of the ordinary—they would simply walk by.
As the mother helped her son get out of the car, she suddenly looked at her son strangely. “Tommy, before we go in, I need to check your bottom. I forgot to clean it this morning, and I’ll bet it’s dirty.”
She lifted him into the seat, then gently turned him over on his stomach. As he said, “Aw, Mom!” she pulled his shorts and underpants down.
“What did I tell you? Dirty, filthy little bottom. Needs to be cleaned.” She bent over, putting her nose deep in the crack of his little ass. “Uh-huh, someone hasn’t been wiping himself properly when he goes number two, has he?”
She began to lick along his ass crack, working her way down to his asshole.
The daughter looked on, not really interested in what was going on. I walked up to her. “Hi, Becky,” I said. “While your mother is busy with your brother, why don’t we have some fun?”
With a thought, her modesty and inhibitions vaporized. I lifted her sundress over her head. She didn’t resist at all, just giggled. She had a slim body with long legs. Her breasts were just starting to grow. She wasn’t wearing a bra yet.
I reached for the crotch of the simple white cotton panties. I moved the gusset aside and let my finger trace her slit. I bent down and sucked on one of her nipples. “That tickles.”
I rubbed and pinched at her pussy. As I sucked on her delightful little pokey nipples, I stroked her pussy. Her eyes bugged when I slipped my finger in and broke her hymen, but she didn’t cry. I made sure no matter how painful it was, she wouldn’t cry. I pulled out, then offered her the finger to lick clean.
She slipped her panties off and handed them to me. She leaned against the car, moving her legs apart. She looked at me expectantly.
When I walked away, I kept her panties as a souvenir. She slipped her sundress on, ignoring the mix of semen and blood trickling down her leg. She would never willingly wear panties again. I made sure of that. And her mother would go along with it.
As for Tommy, I am quite sure his ass will be kept clean from now on. His mother’s obsession was permanent, and she would want to clean him up daily. He would submit enthusiastically to her demands.
I love being a mind controller.
Inside the mall, I walked along, watching the people around me. The mall wasn’t extremely busy, but it was a typical Saturday. I noticed a cute little girl walking along behind her mother. She was perhaps seven years old, black hair and pale skin. What attracted my notice was her outfit. Curiously for August, she wore a cute black dress with a lace border around the skirt, white lace tights, and shiny black shoes. She had a white lace ribbon in her hair. A quick check of her mind told me that the dress was new, a birthday present from her favorite aunt, and she had been wearing the dress every day her mother would let her. This morning, her mother had relented. As I leered at her, her mother looked my way. Our eyes met, and I smiled and winked at her…
Emily Bernsen shook her head to clear it, then stopped to look in the window at the Oriental Boutique. When she turned around to tell Cassie she wanted to go in the shop, Cassie was not next to her. She looked around, concerned but knowing she couldn’t have gotten far. The seven-year-old was well behaved and knew not to run off at the mall. Sure enough, Cassie was a little way down the concourse, sitting on one of the benches. She must have gotten tired.
Cassie had insisted on wearing her new dress and cute patterned tights that day, and she looked adorable. Her mother’s instincts were aroused when she noticed there was a man sitting on the bench next to Cassie. He seemed to be leaning very close to Cassie, talking to her. Cassie smiled, then giggled, then she leaned back and moved her feet apart. What the hell?
Emily didn’t know what was going on, but she moved quickly toward Cassie, determined to get Cassie away from that man. At least that’s what she started to do. The man knelt down in front of Cassie and put his hands on her nylon-encased legs. Cassie giggled. More concerned than ever, Emily was determined to get Cassie away from that man, whatever he was doing…
…just as soon as she got through at the Oriental Boutique. She turned around and hurried into the shop, determined to stop the man from molesting her daughter just as soon as she finished shopping. As she entered the shop, she turned a little and she could see the bench out of her peripheral vision. What she saw sent shivers down her back—the man had begun licking and kissing Cassie’s legs encased in her favorite patterned tights. One hand reached up under her dress, no doubt rubbing her little ass.
As Emily looked around the store for the lamp she had seen displayed in the window, she wondered why no one else seemed to notice what the man was doing. She had a little trouble finding a lamp with the color scheme and decoration she liked. Finally, as she was paying for it, she looked outside and saw that Cassie was naked—her cute dress, tights and panties in a pile on the floor next to her. The strange man had his face buried between her legs, and it appeared that the finger of one hand was in her ass. Cassie didn’t seem to object to what he was doing. In fact, she appeared to be enjoying his attention, but that did not deter Emily from rushing out of the store to stop this pervert…
…just as soon as she used the restroom. Urgent as it was that she stop this pervert from molesting her seven-year-old daughter, it would have to wait until Emily peed. And freshened her makeup. As she rushed out of the Oriental Trading store, she turned down the concourse in the opposite direction to where her daughter was and walked toward the sign marked “Restrooms” fifty yards or so on down.
The ladies’ restroom was busy, and she had to wait to get a stall. For some reason, even though she couldn’t see her daughter and the man, she could picture what was happening to Cassie clearly. As she finally got into a stall, she imagined her innocent little black-haired daughter licking and sucking on the man’s erect penis. When she finished, as she fussed with her makeup, she pictured the man shooting his goo into Cassie’s little mouth and all over her lips and cheeks.
Emily hurried out of the restroom and walked briskly to where Cassie was. Cassie sat on the bench, looking perfectly normal. Her tights were missing, and her dress wasn’t zipped up. She had streaks of white goo on her cheeks.
Emily looked around for the pervert that had done this. She thought she saw him, but as their eyes met, she realized she was wrong. Cassie had just been tired, and had waited on the bench while her mother did some shopping. She buckled Cassie’s shoes, and zipped up her dress. She took out a tissue and wiped something unimportant off her cheek.
She wondered for a moment where Cassie’s tights were, then realized Cassie didn’t like to wear tights. As she took Cassie’s hand and walked on down the concourse, Emily tried to think where she could find thongs in Cassie’s size.
As I continued down the concourse in the mall, I saw a likely prospect in the form of a cute brunette and her mother. The girl was dressed in rather nondescript blue jeans and tee-shirt, but she was clearly a budding beauty. Long dark brown hair, budding tits with nipples that showed under her tee-shirt and bra vest. As I followed them, making sure neither would notice me unless I wanted them to, I discovered that they were shopping for school clothes, and more significantly, the girl’s first bra. Just turned twelve and getting ready to start seventh grade, she had harangued her mother all summer. Her mother had finally relented, agreeing to get her a bra for the start of school. Ah, I loved twelve-year-olds, and their cute little irresistible bodies. I decided I shouldn’t be the only one that lusted after this little nymph’s body.
The mother and daughter stopped, suddenly interested in a window display in the next shop. They continued talking, discussing a pair of shoes that neither really like, but seemed fascinated by. I walked up behind the girl and reached around to feel her budding breasts for myself. As I groped them, the girl and her mother ignored me.
It seemed a shame to have the girl cover up such cute little titties with a bra. I was almost tempted to persuade her and her mother to let her go bra-less, but then I thought of something better. Suddenly, the two of them lost interest in the shoe display.
They had been heading to Sears, ready to pick out a very appropriate white training bra, khaki pants, and polo shirts. They now changed direction, convinced that they needed to get all new underwear for her, not just bras, but stockings, thongs, and all manner of sexy lingerie. And they were convinced that Victoria’s Secret was the right place to get all that for a twelve-year-old.
I could read the mother’s thoughts, and found that she had suppressed lesbian desires. Being a good Christian, and happily married, they were buried deeply, only surfacing in an occasional dream she quickly forgot or some fleeting fantasy she denied afterwards. Of course, she had never thought of her daughter that way. She had occasionally daydreamed about her neighbor, and she had a thing for Jennifer Garner. As they walked along, intent upon finding the shop, now talking about the recent Victoria’s Secret fashion show on television. I made a few changes to the mother’s thinking.
She looked over at her daughter, noticing for the first time how pretty she was. In her mind, she thought her daughter looked like a younger version of Jennifer Garner. She remembered a fleeting fantasy she had had seeing a sexy picture of her a few days ago. As she re-ran the fantasy in her mind, the image of Garner was replaced by her daughter.
She shook her head, trying to banish the thoughts from her head, but I magnified the desires to the point that even looking at her daughter would turn her on. She pictured her daughter in sheer bras, tiny thongs, and stockings, and her pussy moistened. When I finished with her, she would be obsessed with dressing her daughter in the sexiest lingerie she could find. Then she would jill-off fantasizing about what she wanted to do with her daughter. She wouldn’t ever actually act on her fantasies, but she would never again be able to orgasm without thinking about her daughter.
At the same time, I modified the natural insecurity the twelve-year-old girl had about her looks and her body. Instead of being self-conscious about men and boys looking at her, she would feed off the looks she would get when she dressed sexy. In a short time, she would be the biggest twelve-year-old tease in her school. And she would quickly learn that her mother was willing—no, complicit—in dressing her in the most outrageous outfits she wanted.
I followed them into the store, making sure that the salespeople would cooperate with the mother as she picked out lingerie entirely inappropriate for her daughter. I stood and watched as the mother picked out a matching set of white sheer bra, thong, garter belt, and lace-topped stockings for her daughter. Her daughter didn’t notice the look on her mother’s face as she led her into the dressing room.
When I left the mother to begin dressing her daughter like a slut, I was hungry. It was lunchtime, so I headed to the food court. I’m not a gourmet, so I merely picked up a quarter-pounder, fries and a drink at McD’s, which they graciously gave me at no charge.
As I carried my tray, I looked around the food court. Busy as it was, I knew there would be a number of cute little girls that might interest me. Sure enough, I saw a couple of cute little things sitting at a table eating with their parents. They were obviously sisters, about a year apart, one seven and the other nine. The older girl had curly blonde hair that came down to her shoulders; the younger one had darker blonde straight hair that just covered her ears. As I sat down nearby, they lost interest in their food, and began to fidget and play with one another. Their parents scolded them, imploring them to finish their lunch, but they were distracted with their conversation and relented easily. The parents ate their lunches, engrossed in a conversation about some upcoming family event.
The girls both wore jeans and a shirt; they stood up and lowered their jeans, then stepped out of them. Both wore modest white panties. They then took off their shirts. The older one wore a bra-vest under her striped shirt, which came off too. Their parents occasionally glanced their way, making sure they weren’t getting too far away or causing trouble, but they didn’t seem to see anything wrong with them stripping to their underwear.
They played some made up game that seemed to be some form of tag. I smiled as I watched them, thinking of more interesting games they could play. The older sister suddenly stared at her little sister and licked her lips. The little sister turned to see why the older girl had stopped, then smiled impishly at her and stuck out her tongue. Forgetting the game they were playing, the older girl lunged at her sister, grabbed her, and began kissing her. At first the younger girl struggled against her, not understanding what she was doing. Then she began kissing her back. They passionately French-kissed for several seconds, and when they finished, both girls had wild looks in their eyes.
The younger sister knelt down where her head was level with her sister’s crotch. She began kissing and licking her sister’s pussy through the white cotton, before pulling her panties down and licking her bare cunt. Her sister moaned and encouraged her. They climbed up on the table next to where their parents were finishing their lunch. Still engrossed in a conversation, the couple looked unconcerned as one of their daughters laid down on her back, then the other laid down on top of her, with her mouth positioned over her sister’s cunt. Pulling panties off and out of the way, the girls proceeded to sixty-nine one another. With surprising expertise, they lapped at each other, stimulating each other’s clits.
As their parents ignored them, the two sisters brought each other to orgasm. When they cried out in bliss, their parents turned and shushed them.
As I watched them playfully kiss each other’s pussies, I realized it had been a couple of hours since I had had sex. Clearly I needed to remedy that. The older sister suddenly raised up from her sister’s crotch, turning and smiling at me. Giving me an impish look, she moved toward me. “My sister and I have been very naughty! I think I need to be punished. Can you think of a good punishment for me, mister?”
As she said this, she turned and wiggled her ass at me. “I’ve got your punishment right here, slut.” I said as I freed my hard cock.
She backed up toward me. I reached down and slid my finger across her ass crack, then plunged it into her tight little ass hole. She winced, but didn’t move. I pistoned my finger in and out. When I removed it, she looked down, concerned that her punishment had ended. When I positioned her rosebud over my cock, she smiled.
She cried out when my cock pushed its way into her tight asshole. Her sister, who had been watching what was going on, moved towards us. As I moved her sister’s butt back and forth, my cock plunging in and out of her tight ass, the younger sister moved her head between her sister’s thighs. She alternated licking her sister’s pussy lips and my balls.
Their parents looked up, noticing that their daughters had moved. When they saw them with me, they just smiled. “Girls, don’t bother the nice man,” the mother said, then looking at me, “Don’t let them be pests. We’ll be through here in a little while.”
As I felt myself getting ready to cum, I looked at the girl’s ass and saw a trickle of blood seeping out around my cock. That was all I needed to go over the edge, and I shot deep into her ass.
I pushed her off my softening cock, her asshole gaping and leaking pink fluid. I didn’t want her to make a mess, so I had her sister begin to suck the mixed cum and blood out of her ass. For her, it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.
When she finished, I turned to their parents, instructing them to forget about me. The mother would treat the older girl’s anal tear, convinced that she should not take her to a doctor no matter what.
I walked into the branch bank at the mall—and no, I don’t use my abilities to have tellers hand me money. Not because of the cameras; my power works perfectly well through them. It’s just that there are other, more interesting, ways to make money. The bank lobby was full of people, with several lines of people waiting to take care of their banking business.
When I saw a cute little black girl waiting in line with her mother, I was immediately interested. The fact that she was barely five years old and wearing a fairy costume guaranteed my attention. She had just come from dance class, as she explained to anyone who paid attention to her in line. She was quite proud of her costume. As her mother stepped forward as her line moved, her little girl was about to attract a lot more attention.
“Excuse me, can I have your attention?” the woman yelled. Everyone in the bank looked in her direction. “Is anyone here in the mood for some good, tight black cooze? My daughter just turned seven, and I decided to celebrate it by peddling her cunt for ten dollars. I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin, but you know how us Afro sluts are—I could be mistaken. So step up, who’ll pay ten bucks to get this for your very own.” She lifted her daughter’s tutu to show off nylon covered crotch. She reached down and unsnapped the crotch of her leotard and pulled down the little girl’s tights and panties.
An elderly white man was the first to approach her with a ten-dollar bill in hand. She took it, then watched as he led her daughter to the side of the lobby. The man lowered his pants, jerked his penis a few times until it got hard, then stuck it in her tight slit. He kept right on pumping in and out of her. The little girl was obviously not enjoying herself, as she looked forlornly at her grinning mother, then began crying.
Her thighs became stained with blood, but he kept right on going. Her mother watched, uncaring, as she negotiated with another man for her daughter’s ass. No one else in the bank seemed concerned about the little girl’s obvious pain. Finally, he came, pulled out, then left her half-conscious, leaning against the wall.
“Hold on, darling,” her mother yelled. “This gentleman’s paid me a whole fifty bucks to ream your little black ass!”
Monday, 8/13
I saw her in the toy department: a cute little Asian girl, about four years old. She was tiny, with long black hair in a braid down her back. She was wearing a pale blue dress with dark tights. She and her mother were looking for a birthday present for a friend. As I was trying to think what to do, my bladder reminded me of the large Coke I had drunk earlier. Luckily, the restrooms were just behind the toy department.
Kiki suddenly needed to use the restroom, and she convinced her mother that she could go by herself. Her mother agreed, letting her walk to the back wall and into the layaway area where the public restrooms were. Without my influence, her mother would never have let her go alone, of course. The mother continued shopping, convinced that finding just the right toy was very important. For the moment, she forgot all about her daughter. When Kiki walked to the entrance to the layaway area, she turned into the men’s restroom, not the women’s.
I followed her in, making sure no one would enter the men’s room until I was finished. When I walked in, she was in an open stall, naked, her clothes on the floor. She smiled at me innocently, as I handed her an empty cup I happened to have with me. She took it and held it over her puffy little pussy and began to pee into it. She filled it about half full of warm yellow urine.
When she finished, she shook her head, a confused look crossing her face. Then she giggled, looked into the cup, and said, “Oh goodie! Lemonade!”
She gulped her piss down, which in her mind tasted wonderful.
Once she had finished drinking, she looked up at me as if seeing me for the first time and smiled broadly. “Hi! I’m a little slut—can I kiss your penie?”
I quickly unzipped my pants and took out my cock. She stared at it as if it was the greatest thing she had ever seen. Then she took my semi-hardon in her hands and kissed the tip. As it went fully erect, she continued to rub it and kiss it, then licked underneath.
With her attentions, I soon came, shooting ropes of sticky cum all over her face and chest. She licked at the cum, gathering it with her fingers and slurping it off of them.
When she had finished, I had her sit on one of the toilet seats. I still needed to pee. As she smiled at me, I aimed my stream at her face and chest. By the time I finished, she was soaking wet. When I finished, she began putting on her clothes, making no attempt to dry off. When she was dressed, she waved goodbye and walked out to rejoin her mother. I made sure that while her mother and others would notice the smell of urine around her, no one would connect it to her.
I finished my shopping, checked out, then stopped at the McDonald’s at the front of the store to grab a drink. As I surveyed the tables, I noticed a cute little Hispanic preteen sitting with her father. Caramel-colored skin, black hair going all the way down her back. She was dressed for the hot weather, wearing a sleeveless top and denim short-shorts with sandals. She was thirteen, although she had already developed nice tits and a booty that filled out the shorts nicely.
She was excitedly telling her father about junior cheerleader tryouts, and how she was hoping to make the seventh grade squad. Her father listened quietly. As I read his surface thoughts, I smiled, knowing I had the perfect entrance to have some perverted fun with them.
I sat down at the table next to them, letting the father notice me, and making sure he would implicitly trust me. Lucia, the preteen, became engrossed in her phone, texting her friends or whatever. As her father, Ruiz, sat and ate his lunch, I went to work. He had been concerned about the same things most ordinary people are: finances. He had credit card debt, had just had a car repair that had tapped out most of his savings, nothing that unusual. I intensified his concerns until he couldn’t imagine how he and his family was going to get by. In his mind, they were on the verge of bankruptcy: they’d lost their house, their car, everything. He was desperate for a way out.
Properly prepped, I started a conversation with him. I began talking about sports, making conversation about the same football team he was a fan of. I could really care less about football, but I wasn’t planning on talking about it for long. Instilling a sense of trust and friendship between us, I mentioned that he seemed to be depressed, and asked him what the trouble was. His financial problems came spilling out. I was impressed, he managed to talk about it without crying.
“I just don’t know what I’m going to do—I need to make some more money, but my wife and I are already working full-time,” he said, his voice breaking.
I paused for a moment, my face showing concern. Inside, I was chuckling. Right where I wanted him. “You know, there may be a way to make some money without taking another job.”
“Nothing legal,” he said, morosely.
“No, this is entirely legal. Lucia is old enough to make some money.” He looked at me, confused. Lucia looked up from her phone, hearing her name.
“What do you mean? She’s only twelve years old. She does a little babysitting, but she can’t even begin to make enough money to help.”
“What I’m talking about is not babysitting. She is very pretty. There are ways a pretty girl like her can make much more money than by babysitting.” As I said this, I reinforced his desperation. At the same time, I tweaked a few things in Lucia’s mind.
“Money?” she said, interested. “I’d like to help out any way I can. Do you mean something like modeling? Do you really think someone would pay me for that?”
“No—I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Ruis said. He should have been decking me for suggesting such a thing, but now he was considering my suggestion.
“We could call it modeling, I suppose, but it would be more like—companionship. Men would pay well to spend time with a cute, obedient, well-behaved girl. They could take pictures, sure, but other things as well.” Lucia was smiling at the thought of getting attention from someone.
Ruis stared at me. “But I wouldn’t let Lucia alone with just any man with money. It just wouldn’t be right. She’s a good girl, a good Catholic girl,” he said, clearly struggling with the idea.
“But what about me?” I said, trying to look innocent. “You could leave her with me for a few hours, we could have some fun, and then meet me back here this evening. And you would earn a quick ten bucks.”
His eyes opened wide at the mention of the money. In his mind, the idea of ten dollars was a fortune. “T-ten dollars? That much? That—that would go a long way toward paying some bills. But I don’t know…”
“But Daddy, I want to help.” Lucia pleaded. She looked at me and smiled. “I wouldn’t mind spending time with the nice man. He could take my picture, we could hang out. I wouldn’t do anything I shouldn’t.”
“I don’t know…when would you, uh, you know, be done with her?” Ruiz said, looking at the floor.
“Be back here this evening, say 5:30, 6:00. I’ll drop her off. She’ll have fun, and you’ll be ten dollars richer. Who knows? After this, you could probably find some other friends of yours that might help out with the bills to spend time with your pretty daughter.”
Ruis nodded, mentally making a list of friends who might be interested. I stood up, took a ten-dollar bill out of my wallet, and handed it to him. Lucia stood up, smiling excitedly.
“Bye, daddy! I’ll see you later.” Lucia said, as I walked out of the McDonald’s, out to the parking lot toward my car. She followed along behind me.
A few hours later, I pulled up at the front of the Walmart. I kissed the little Latina and let her out of the car. Ruis was standing just inside, watching the parking lot. Lucia smiled and waved goodbye, then turned and walked toward her father. I had taken her shopping for clothes and makeup, and she was considerably changed from when her father had seen her last. She wore a tight white tanktop, slightly sheer, her nipples showing through the fabric. She had a very short black miniskirt on, with thigh-high black fishnet stockings on her legs, finished off with stiletto heels. She wore bright red lipstick, rouge, and blue eyeshadow.
The look on her father’s face was priceless. His daughter was dressed like a hooker, and he knew he was responsible. Lucia walked up to him, put her arms around him, and kissed him. To his surprise, she kissed him on the mouth, then slipped her tongue into his mouth. Several bystanders stared at their behavior. When she broke the kiss, her father had bright red lipstick smudged on his lips. Just as I planned.
As he pushed his daughter away, Ruis found that he couldn’t remember what I looked like, or anything about me. As he replayed the events in his mind, he had no idea why he had just let his daughter go off with a complete stranger that he had never seen before.
They don’t call me the Mean Mind Controller for nothing.
