In the misty twilight of London’s upscale Kensington district, Dr. Elias Thorne, a renowned psychologist in his mid-thirties, sipped his evening tea while gazing out at the fog-shrouded streets. His latest patient, Amelia Voss, a striking 28-year-old art curator from Paris, had just left his office. Her body was a masterpiece: curvaceous figure with silky smooth skin, full and firm breasts topped with pale pink areolas, plump and tender labia, and a tight, warm vagina that promised untold pleasures. But Elias wasn’t just a doctor; he possessed a rare gift for mind control, honed through years of secret experiments.
Amelia had come seeking help for her insomnia, unaware that Elias had already begun weaving his psychic threads into her subconscious. As she walked home, a whisper echoed in her mind: ‘Return to me.’ Compelled, she turned back, her heart racing with an inexplicable urge.
Back in his dimly lit office, Elias greeted her with a knowing smile. ‘You feel it, don’t you? The pull.’ His voice was smooth, commanding. Amelia’s eyes glazed over as his mental grip tightened. ‘Undress for me,’ he ordered silently. Her hands moved of their own accord, peeling off her blouse to reveal her ample breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. The visual feast was intoxicating—moonlight filtering through the curtains highlighted the gentle curves of her body, shadows playing across her fine skin.
He approached, his fingers tracing her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. The touch was electric, her skin warm and velvety under his palms. ‘Kneel,’ the mental command came, and she obeyed, her knees hitting the soft carpet. Elias unzipped his trousers, revealing his erect penis: thick and veined, the purple-red head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. The scent of his arousal mixed with her subtle floral perfume, creating a heady musk.
For the first foreplay, he guided her hand to stroke him, her touch tentative at first but growing bolder under his control. ‘Lick it,’ he whispered in her mind. Her tongue darted out, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum, warm and slick on her lips. She engulfed the head, the ridges of his veins pulsing against her inner cheeks. The sounds of her slurping filled the room, wet and rhythmic, accompanied by her soft moans.
Transitioning to the first union, Elias lifted her onto his desk, spreading her legs. Her labia parted like blooming petals, revealing the glistening pink folds and her swollen clit. He rubbed his cock against her entrance, the friction teasing her sensitive nerves. ‘Beg for it,’ he commanded mentally. ‘Please… enter me,’ she gasped, her voice husky with compelled desire.
Slowly, he pushed in, the insertion a deliberate swallow: her tight, wet heat enveloping him inch by inch, her inner walls contracting around his girth. The friction was exquisite, her vaginal folds gripping like velvet gloves. He thrust deeper, feeling the bump against her cervix, a profound fusion as if piercing into her very core. The rhythm built from slow grinds to faster pumps, her breaths quickening, the slap of flesh echoing wetly.
As climax approached, her breathing grew ragged, vaginal walls fluttering in prelude spasms, love juices flooding warmer and slicker. At the peak, her body convulsed in violent tremors, her pussy clenching like a vise, squirting fluids that soaked them both. She screamed in ecstasy, muscles locking then melting into limpness. In the afterglow, her vagina pulsed gently around him, their mixed essences warm and sticky, a soulful satisfaction washing over her controlled mind.
They lingered in embrace, but Elias’s control urged more. ‘Follow me to the bedroom,’ he implanted. In the lavish four-poster bed, he positioned her on all fours for the second encounter. Foreplay involved light bondage—silk ties binding her wrists, her resistance melting under his psychic commands. ‘Submit,’ he echoed in her thoughts.
From behind, he entered her again, the doggy style allowing deeper penetration. Her full breasts swayed with each thrust, nipples brushing the sheets. The sensory overload: visual of her arched back, touch of her slick depths squeezing him, auditory gasps and the squelch of their union, scents of sweat and arousal mingling, taste of her skin as he bit her shoulder lightly, salty and sweet.
The rhythm varied—slow, teasing withdrawals followed by forceful slams, hitting her cervix with jolting pleasure. High tide built: her pants accelerating, inner spasms intensifying, fluids gushing. Orgasm hit like a storm—shuddering body, fierce contractions milking him, a wail escaping her lips, then serene pulses in the haze, their essences blending in warm nectar.
After a brief respite, they moved to the en-suite bathroom for the third act. Under the steaming shower, water cascaded over her curves, droplets tracing her breasts and down to her tender labia. Elias pressed her against the tiled wall, mind commanding, ‘Wrap your legs around me.’
Foreplay in the spray: his fingers explored her clit, circling the engorged nub, her moans echoing off the walls. Entering standing, the water lubricated their joining, his cock sliding into her saturated warmth. The depth felt infinite, merging as if his tip kissed her womb directly. Pounding rhythm: urgent and primal, splashes mixing with wet slaps.
Climax crescendo: breaths hitching, walls quivering, then explosive release—tremors wracking her, contractions gripping like a fist, juices mingling with water, a guttural cry, fading to tender throbs and shared warmth.
Elias released his hold slightly for the fourth session, allowing cooperative play on the bathroom floor. She straddled him willingly now, her mind foggy but eager. Riding him, she controlled the pace, grinding her hips, her full labia enveloping his shaft. Sensations peaked in mutual high, her screams blending with his groans.
They transitioned to the living room for the fifth, on the plush sofa. Side entry allowed intimate whispers of control, her body yielding fully. The final sixth in the kitchen, bent over the counter, was a frenzy of commanded passion, culminating in exhaustive bliss.
As dawn broke, Elias withdrew his influence, leaving Amelia with hazy memories of consensual ecstasy. She left, forever changed, the whispers of dominion lingering in her dreams.