A bad girl's sweet dreams

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Chapter 14

Oh my God, that feels so good... Oh my God... Oh God... God...

It's like I'm floating, weightless, without a thought for space and time. Only a small part of myself is still on this earth and is shocked and wondering what is actually happening here. The other part, the largest part, is simply fascinated by the calm, the peace and the warmth that my son's gentle, carin fingers trigger on my sensitive skin.

I'm in heaven... Oh my God, in heaven...

I have no idea how long we've been sitting here. I don't care. I don't care that I, a grown, strong, independent woman, am snuggling up to my son willingly and with a satisfied smile, pressing myself against him as if he were the rock in the storm, the lifeline. It's just so good. Right. It feels right, as if I've finally reached my place in this world.

Michelle Lynchwood +3 (PS -35)

But my place is at the top of this world! At the top of this family! My daughters need me! Tammy hasn't been seen all evening. Something is wrong. I have to make sure that Jasmine brings money into this family! I have to work myself! I have a job and...

Oh, he strokes my neck... Oh... My God, it's so good... Oh, God, thank you... Oh...

"You like that, right?" His voice is so rough... so... powerful and... dominant...

No! I can't submit to that! I have to stay strong!

"Yes..." I hear myself whisper. "Son..." It's a reflex, an instinct. He's my son. He's talking to me and I... simply... react...

"Actually, you don't deserve it, you know that, right?"

"Yes, son..." He's right. I don't know what he's talking about. My head is so empty. It feels so good when he pets me. My whole body is relaxed and warm and soft and so perfectly in harmony with myself and the world and my son.

This is where I want to be...

"You weren't a good mother..." Oh he's talking to me. I have to answer him. Pull yourself together Michelle! Your son asked you something.

"I don't know..." I confess. I wouldn't lie to him, not now, not when he touches me. It's the truth. I don't know if I was a good mother.

I always wanted the best for him and Rose, otherwise my ex-husband and I wouldn't have adopted them. But since Bill left...

"I want to be a good mother but... I... My head is so empty I... I can't answer... I..."

"It's okay Mom," he whispers into the silence of my world, filling it with understanding and calm. "Things will change now."

"Yes?" His voice is so calming. I've read about it, it's called imprinting, but I can't believe it's happening to me, now. It's not normal! I should fight it! I should... "Oh... thank you..." He strokes me under my chin. His fingers glide over my neck, so ****. But it feels good, right, to let him touch me there. I can smell hi. His smell... so good and... right... "Keep going... please... it feels so good, son..."

But my world suddenly moves as his body rises. Immediately I'm active and alert, a little startled, but I jump up, look around the room, then at him. Has something happened? Is anyone here? Is there danger? Do I need to protect my son?

"Calm down, Mom." Oh, he just got up. There's no danger. My son just wants to move. I wonder what he wants to do? Is he going to do something to me? Will he maybe...

I can't take it anymore and jump to my feet, faster than he can sit up. That makes him laugh but I'm just happy about it. I like it when he laughs. That's a good sign. Did I do something right? Will he love me? Pet me even more?

"What do we do now, son? Finn? What do we do now? What are you planning?" He laughs even more and my eyes shine and I... get wet...

I feel the twitching between my legs, the heat spreading and the warm, slightly sticky wetness that surrounds my labia and makes my clit twitch wildly with every move I make. My nipples are already stiff. I only notice it now but Finn looks at me as if he knows.

He's so smart! He knows so much! I'm so proud of him and...

Oh he's coming towards me! He... holds out his hands to me and...

I almost sink to the floor. My legs go weak and I bend forward slightly as my son puts his hands under my chin, on my sensitive, **** neck, and rubs them quickly but gently over my burning skin.

I'm in heaven... Unbelievable... It's perfect...

Finn my... Son... my...

"Owner..."

"Hey Mom? Michelle." I open my eyes and smile at him like I've never smiled at a man before. And he smiles back. My panties must already be wet, a dark stain on them.

"I'm going to bed now," he says.

"What? No, I... What?" I don't understand the world anymore.

And he lets go of me, strokes my head once more... And turns away from me.

"Finn wait... Son... please..." I rush after him but at the bottom of the stairs he stops, turns around and stretches out his arm.

I almost fall on my bottom while gliding to ha hold on my trembling feet, my socks loose and slippery. His gesture is like a sign from God and I wouldn't dream of contradicting him.

"No!" he commands and I obey. His voice is so powerful. And my legs are so weak. I'm shaking with tension. My whole being is focused on him. A meteor could fall outside... Or the postman could ring the bell... I'm only paying attention to my owner... "You were a bad girl," he says sternly with a crooked grin as if he can hardly believe his own words. "I'm disappointed in you."

And my whole world turns grey.

All the warmth, security and confidence that I've felt in the last hour leaves me and leaves me cold, grey and alone.

"Why?" I ask, my eyes moist, just like between my legs.

"Where is Rose's bed?" he asks and he knows the answer. "Where is my bed?" He is so smart. And I failed.

I can't do anything else. I have to answer him. I have to obey him... My owner. I'm so afraid of making him angry. Then he might never caress me again.

"I wanted to take it away and then... Your bed broke first... and..."

"Rose?"

"Thrown away... in the trash..."

My legs give way.

I sink to my knees in front of him, look up at him from the ground, crouching.

He is so powerful as he stands there, above me. I have to throw my head back and without wanting to, I bend my body even further, making myself small as I stretch my head and my mouth drops open.

"Owner... please..." But he just smiles coldly.

"Go to sleep, Mom. While I have to sleep without a bed..."

And then he turns away and disappears up the stairs.

It's hell. I don't know what's happening but I cry and cry until my expensive, big pillow is all wet. I cry because my owner is angry with me. And I cry because I notice that I'm changing.

And I don't want that.

Finally I fall asleep, face and pillow wet, just like my overflowing pussy.

"Such a good puppy, yes..."

I'm happy. My owner is playing with me! We play fetch! And I'm good at it.

My son throws the ball across the green meadow and I run as fast as I can. My tongue hangs out of my mouth and my flowing drool cools my overheated skin while the wind blows on my naked flesh. The people around me clap and laugh happily as they see me frolicking in the grass but I only have eyes for my owner as I present my naked body to him.

He takes such good care of me! He's so wonderful! I can hardly stand it!

I feel the cool grass pressing against my bare bottom as I throw myself at his feet, presenting him with the ball and wiggling my tail while my tongue hangs out of my mouth.

“Again?”

“Arf!” I bark happily and sit on my legs while my front paws rest against my body, on my bare breasts. My nipples are so stiff and hard that my instincts tell me to lick them… just like between my legs. But my owner is more important than my instincts. I want him to throw the ball!

“Such a gooood little giiirl…” he grins.

“Arf!” I’m so happy!

“Bad girl!”

The world around me is changing. What’s happening here? We’re back home and…

“Whine…” What have I done? I don’t know. But my owner is angry and I don’t like that! Oh! He’s showing me! My owner is so good to me and...

The bed is all bitten up. Scratch marks everywhere. Slitter and shavings and teeth marks.

"Whine whine arf..." I'm so sorry owner! It was a mistake! I'll never do it again!

But Owner is angry. I can understand it. I'm a baaad girl! Bad girl Michelle! Bad girl!

"Whine... whine..." I try to comfort him. I didn't mean it badly owner! Please forgive me!

"No! Bad girl! That was my sister's bed! Bad girl!"

"Woof! Whine! Woof!" I'm so sorry owner! Please forgive me! I'll never do it again!

But it doesn't help. Owner disappears from my field of vision and I can't see him or hear him or smell him. He's gone and I'm alone in my bedroom in my bed!

"Owner no!" I sit up in my bed. Everything is spinning. Cold sweat has soaked my nightshirt but my body seems to be glowing. "No... what..."

It was just a dream. A nightmare of... I remember it clearly.

"Oh God..." I feel sick. "What's happening to me?"

But Fnn told me. Things will change and... and...

I can't think I... I lower my head and...

"God..."

I'm so wet.

Nothing matters. The dream that is burned into my head, my son that is spreading in my life like cancer, my work, my sleep...

My panties, wet and slippery, fall to the floor with a wet sound. I immediately spread my legs. Without thinking, I start to finger myself. My other hand kneads my breasts through my sweaty nightshirt.

“So hot…”

It won’t take long. Two fingers, three, I never use four but today… My squelching cunt vibrates around my fingers, wetting them like a god damn water leak.

“Yes… yes…” I breathe, harder and harder while my fingers start pumping. No teasing, bo foreplay, just finger-banging fucks.

Forget the bed, forget the dream, forget Finn. I have to come. That’s all that counts. I’ve never been as horny as I am today and the lust makes me forget what’s happening to me.

I’m washed away in a sea of ​​lust and slutty pussy juice.

But…

I Can’t…

“Come on…” I moan, pumping furiously into my wet snatch. “Come on… just… a… little…” I fuck myself wilder and wilder with my fingers. My other hand goes down and fucks me hard and fast too. My legs are shaking, my chest is rising and falling like I'm being possessed. My mouth is open while my stretched arms make my tits juggle like crazy.

But...

I can't...

"Fuck! Fuckingshit... Fuck!" Harder, faster. The area between my legs is wet. I'm leaking, overflowing. My whole body is shaking. Sweat is coming out of every pore. I'm loud, way too loud.

My hand shoots up briefly, brushes my hair out of my face and smears pussy juice on my hairline. I don't care.

"I want to cum! Let me... Fucking... cum..." I pinch my nipples. That usually helps. But otherwise I'm more of a tender lover.

But I'm hovering close to orgasm, the feeling is about to set in that I can't control anymore. I know it so well, but I don't... happen...

"Fffffffuck! Come one!” Even harder. My hands beat wildly against my body while my fingers stretch my pussy.

But it doesn’t help. I’m stuck.

“Fuckng shit…”

I keep trying. On. On and on.

I fuck myself for an hour, wildly thinking about finally being able to come. I don’t want to think about Finn…

“Fuck…” My voice is just a gasp, my arms are as weak as my legs were before. I let them sink. My bed is swimming in my juices but I can’t reach the point. I always get stuck when I’m about to make the orgasm inevitable.

It doesn’t help…

Weak and shaken, I lie on my side, pull my blanket around my body and try to fall asleep on my moist cushion while the smell of sweat and pussy vibrates in my nose and makes my brain swim.

I know exactly what I’ll dream if I manage to fall asleep in all this chaos.

"Owner..."

Message from the author:

The nature of this story dictates that I don't always know how it will develop. It's a great challenge and I'm enjoying it a lot so far. I have two major concerns with this story. Firstly, that I'll forget something I wanted to do with a character. I still have to find a solution for that and the nature of the story changes with almost every chapter. So I'll have to learn to take things a little easier. The second concern is the Progress Score. Since this is my first attempt with a Mind Control Device, I don't know exactly whether I'm working through the PS too quickly or too slowly. The goal is to create a situation in which every level on the PS exists at the same time. So a subject at the very beginning of the path and almost at the very end. That's why I'm introducing the characters one after the other.

Michelle was my first attempt to create a kind of road map with different stations where she gets PS. Especially since I want to make earning PS a little more difficult when the score is positive. As soon as the subjects know what is happening to them, some will actively fight against it. For Michelle, I have now built in a few stations on her journey that I can use as an aid to the Progress Score. And it helps me to keep her journey, as well as that of the other subjects, fresh and exciting.

As for Bill, I'm still thinking about whether to include him in the story, just like Finn's biological father. I also have to think of something for Ryan. I hope I can find a way to include male characters in the story.

What do you think about giving Finn a buddy? Ryan is his best friend, along with Lisa. I'm thinking of either giving Ryen a path or having one of the girls use her path to make sure Finn doesn't leave Ryan behind all the sexy girls.

I'm interested in having some of Finn and Ryan's girls share. That would give me a lot of options, especially with the bad girls outside the family that I'll be adding. So first of all, the general poll:

Are you interested in poor Ryan getting some luck? Of course, Finn will still be the main character, with sole access to the MCD and command. I'm not taking any of the girls away from you. But would you let Ryan have some fun with Finn and his girls?

After I've introduced Ryan better, along with some of the bad girls, I might ask again. First of all, this is about the general attitude towards a threesome (or fivesome) with two guys and one (or four) girls. Also think up some situations with Finn's friends when they visit him at home or hang out with him in town and girls who are more advanced on the PS. Either way, I'll write situations where bystanders react to Finn's life, but Ryan could be a valuable link between the outside world and the MC's world.

So you're a bro? ;)

https://strawpoll.com/3RnYX1BzQye