Bringing Charyl into the fold.

Friday morning I get all my vials of cum, and make my way to see Charyl. When I arrive, she's wearing a black dress, with bright red lipstick on. When I enter inside, she grabs my hand and guides me up to the master bedroom where she playfully reveals that all she's wearing is the dress, no underwear, by briefly bending over as she gestures for me to climb on the bed. Once I'm laying down, she climbs up, and removes my pants before bending over and beginning to suck me off.

I'll be honest, I'm finding this silent sexy thing to be pretty hot. After a minute, I'm rock hard, and she pulls her mouth off with an audible pop, and moves to line her pussy up with my cock, and lowers herself onto it. I let out a small moan as she does so, and she gives me a teasing smile, and starts fucking me harder. Which elicits a second moan, and now vigorous riding of my cock. I don't last very long and Charyl gives me makes a face of ecstasy which quickly changes to the normal trance face. I carefully reorient myself so she is laying down in bed before continuing. I figure, if I can't program Charyl after I get her pregnant, I need to program her as much as I can upfront, so I get 7 doses of cum out of my pants, and have her drink them.

"Charyl, my cum can mind control people." I gulp after I say to her.
"Ur cum cayn miend cuntrol peepl?" She says almost quizzically.
"My cum can mind control people."
"Ur cum can mynd contral peepol."
"I mind controlled you to make you this way."
"Ou... oh god... ou did thees."

I almost panic, but I thought something like this might happen. I pull the other 6 doses of cum out, and feed them to Charyl. Her eyes are now very dilated, and her mouth is fully slack, with a small amount of drool (and possibly cum?) dribbling down out of it.

"I mind controlled you to make you this way." I repeat.
"..." Charyl's mouth moves slightly, but she doesn't respond outside of that.

I decide to press on, and as the cum wears off, double check things.

"You're happy I mind controlled you." I say.
Charyl clenches her jaw, and her eyes squint slightly.

I repeat, "You're happy I mind controlled you."
Her jaw slackens slightly.

"You're happy I mind controlled you."
Her face returns to the zoned out look from before.

"You want me to continue mind controlling you."
"..." Again her mouth moves slightly but that's it.

"You want to help me mind control other people."
Her face squints again, and she slightly shakes her head this time, almost like she's scared.

I repeat, "You want to help me mind control other people."
She stops shaking her head, but still clenches her jaw.

"You want to help me mind control other people." I repeat twice more before she returns to the zoned out face.

"You enjoy seeing me mind control other people."
"..." Her mouth moves slightly, and some imperceptible noises come out of her throat. For now I'll consider it tacit agreement.

"You won't resist any changes I want to make to other people."
Again her jaw clenches again, so I repeat it a few times to make sure it seems like it took hold.

After I finish the initial commands I wait until her face goes less slack and repeat all the commands, satisfied when she gives the standard repeated response, I wait a little bit before waking her up.

Although my cum has been leaking out of her for a few minutes, she still awakens and orgasms, clenching her legs together at the feeling of my cum inside her.

After a minute, Charyl gives me a pouty look and begins talking to me, "I know your cum did this to me. Like I know I wasn't like this before, and that you did this to me, but I also know I'm happy about it, and want to help you do it more. Its messed up. Its like, I know its wrong, but I also want to do it. Like, imagine if someone told you your favorite food was actually your most hated, and that you actually hated your hobby. You might believe them, but it wouldn't change that you like that food and activity."

I chuckle a little at the favorite food comment, thinking about Andrea, before responding, "Yes. Given all that, what is you plan from here on out?"

"Well, I suppose first of all, I still want you to knock me up, but I suppose it would be useful for me to learn how your mind control cum actually works." She replies.

"Hmmm, well, from what I've done so far, whenever someone drinks my cum, or it gets in their pussy, they go into a trance. The more cum there is, the deeper the trance they go into. Making you happy with me mind controlling you took 14 doses of cum at once, it was a pretty deep trance. If the trance isn't deep enough they will resist whatever I'm telling them, and sometimes snap out of it." I say.

"How did you get me initially then?" Charyl asks.

"Well... The first day you walked into the coffee shop I dosed your coffee with cum." I say.

"Well, that explains a few things, and getting Pete to apologize?" She asks.

"Well, I didn't actually make him do that. I told him he'd never hit you under trance, and he resisted slightly, so I got mad and gave him a large dose of cum, and told him his secret fetish is getting cucked, and he wanted me to cuck him." I say.

"Well, that explains some of his behavior lately... I was really worried he'd discover what we're up to, but I guess if he wants it, I shouldn't be as concerned." Charyl says.

"Yeah, but as of right now, he doesn't want you to know he's a cuck." I say, and pull out the video I had him record and play it for her, to show her what happened.

"This is like, really powerful stuff then. If you could make Pete into a cuckold I mean, and now I'm cheating on my husband and having wild sex trying to get pregnant." Charyl says.

"Yeah, although as the cum gets older it loses its potency. I've taken to refrigerating it, which seems to help some." I say, "It also seems to matter how big someone is, a dose on you is around twice as strong as it was on Pete."

"Ok, so I have an idea of how it works. What next?" Charyl asks.

"Well, first, I'd like to get you exposed to using my cum in a controlled environment with me there. So if something goes wrong I can use more to bail you out. Then once you get used to it, I'll probably give you a few doses a week to do what you want with. Another thing, if there is something you want done to yourself, let me know. Like if you wish it was easier to stay on a diet or something, that should be easy enough. Oh. But once you're pregnant, I'm swearing off any mind control on you until the baby is born. I don't want to find out what kind of effect it might have on the child." I say.

"That's probably a good idea. I'll think about anything I might want, but what did you have in mind for a controlled environment?" Charyl asks.

"I'll keep my eyes peeled for anything that might work, and I suppose I'd ask you do as well. If you find anyone who might be a good subject, just let me know." I say.

"Alright, I'll keep my eyes peeled." Charyl responds. "You know, you could give me a demonstration here. Why don't we go for a round 2, and you record a change to me."

"Any change in mind?" I ask.

"Well, considering you've made your cock feel absolutely amazing to me. My nipples have never been very sensitive, any way you could change that?" Charyl replies.

"I can try, I might be able to make them more sensitive. Either way it'll be a good example I suppose." I reply.

Charyl rolls over and crawls towards me, and starts sucking my flacid cock. After a few minutes of teasing, life returns to my cock, and she leans back, and exposes her pussy to me again.

"Give it to me, fill me up again." Charyl says.

I plunge my cock in her recently fucked pussy, and start rhythmically pumping. As I do so I try teasing her tits, but true to her word, she doesn't react much at all.

A solid ten minutes of fucking later, and I feel myself cumming inside her. As she goes into trance, I pull my phone out, and set it to record.

"Charyl, your nipples are sexually sensitive."
"My... nipples... are... sexually... sensitive." She heavily resists.
"Your nipples are sexually sensitive."
"My nipples are... sexually... sensitive."
"Your nipples are sexually sensitive."
"My nipples are... sexually sensitive."
"Your nipples are sexually sensitive."
"My nipples are sexually sensitive."
"Having them teased during sex is almost as good as playing with your clit."
"Having them teased... during sex... is almost as good... as playing with my clit."
"Having them teased during sex is almost as good as playing with your clit."
"Having them teased during sex... is almost as good as playing with my clit."
"Having them teased during sex is almost as good as playing with your clit."
"Having them teased during sex is almost as good as playing with my clit."
"Awaken in 5 seconds."

After her usual post creampie orgasm, Charyl says, "Did it work?"

"There is an easy way to find out." I say, and I slide a finger into her pussy, and bring my other hand up to one of her tits and begin teasing.

"Oh god, that feels amazing. Almost like my clit." Charyl moans.

I stop teasing and show her the video on my phone.

"Is it always like that?" Charyl asks.

"More or less. The deeper the trance, the less responsive the person gets, sometimes they slur responses or become less responsive than that even." I say.

"I mean where the person phrases things like that. You said its almost as good as playing with my clit, and my response was it was almost like my clit." She replies.

"I haven't really focused on it, but thinking back, yeah, it is. Its usually very similar phrasing." I say.

"It really is mind control." She replies.

"I mean yeah, I did say that." I say.

"Alright, so I'll keep any eye out for anyone else to use it on. Will you be back on Tuesday?" Charyl asks.

"I'll try to be, obviously something could come up." I say.

"Alright, do you want to go at it again today?" Charyl asks.

"Probably not, I need some recovery time, and its already almost noon." I reply.

"Mmmmm. Well, then I suppose I'll have to wait until Tuesday" Charyl says, spreading my cum around her entrance.

I get dressed as Charyl starts cleaning up, and not much later, I head home. That evening I refill a single vial. Back to square one again. I hope I don't need a bunch tomorrow.