Vol. 1 – The Bimbo Assistant

Volume 1 – Mind Control

It started with a beep.

Sasha was lounging on the living room couch with just a robe on, her thighs silky and gently spreading, as her fingers played mindlessly with her phone. The beep was Christian’s phone. He was in the shower and Sasha was apt to ignore it, but tonight something told her not to. She opened the phone to find a silly text from a coworker. She shook her head, of course it was something mundane. She was about to put the phone away when a folder on his screen caught her eye. It was labeled “Obey.”

Sasha wasn’t sure what to expect, but what she discovered were explicit stories—hardcore erotica centered around mind control. The initial shock made her heart skip a beat. Some of the stories had images of women bound and gagged; Others delved into twisted sexual scenarios where men took ultimate control. The more she scrolled, the more nauseated she felt. Christian had never given her any reason not to trust him, but here she was, holding the blackened truth in her hands. Fighting back tears, she set the phone on the coffee table, just as Christian walked into the living room with a towel around his waist.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted. 

“What’s going on?” His smile and casual tone grated against her wounded emotions. 

She turned to face him, trying to keep her voice composed, “Just reading some of your . . .stuff.”

“What stuff?” Christian’s forehead creased in genuine confusion. 

Sasha threw his phone at him, thrusting it at him. “This. Mind control stories. Stories of men controlling women into being sluts.” 

A vein throbbed in Christian’s temple as he snatched the phone. “It’s none of your business.” he said, annoyance tinging his voice. His eyes swept over the screen, taking in the title of the story, ‘A Taste of Oblivion’. Its summary was about a man hypnotizing his therapist into having sex with him.

“You know I had no intention of you finding it. Besides, I’m the Daddy and I can look at whatever I want.”

“How could you bring that filth into our home?” Sasha interrupted him flatly. Her confusion gave way to anger. “You expect me to be okay with this?” Christian sighed before answering. 

“It’s just stories, Sasha,” He tried to reason.

“It’s fucking disturbing!” she fumed. “What kind of man are you? Reading all that—that filth—about women, about controlling them. Is this what you want? A bunch of women falling at your feet?” 

“… Mind controlled” She whispered the last part almost to herself.

Christian hesitated, his jaw working overtime as he weighed up the risk of telling his wife of his preference. He sighed, “Yes.” The revelation hung between them like a fragile barrier—ready to shatter the bond they shared.

“It’s what all men want, Sasha.” Christian explained. 

He spoke softly, not angered. “They want a woman who obeys, who submits to their desires. Who lets him fuck other women. A woman who does whatever she is told.” Christian’s voice hardened as he spoke. 

He moved closer to his wife, the towel slipping off his body. “It’s the ultimate control. Turning women into mindfucked whores.” 

He continued “Just like what I’ve been doing to you.” Christian whispered, his face now near Sasha’s ear. 

“I’ve put you under and you took it so well.” Stunned, Sasha didn’t reply. Her heart pounded as she realized the depth of Christian’s deception. Her own husband had mindfucked her, turning her into his obedient submissive right under her own nose. She never suspected a thing.

“Wh-what do you mean?” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She retreated as Christian advanced, his confidence palpable.

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” he replied, a silky tone seeping into his words. 

“But just in case you’ve forgotten, let me remind you.” Christian’s fingers deftly reached for her curly hair, tugging gently to force her gaze upwards. His free hand snaked down, grazing the swell of her tits. 

“It’s playtime fucktoy.” he said the trigger words and instantly awakened Sasha. She found herself on her knees in front of Christian. It was like a trance except she knew what she was doing and she wanted to obey. Obedience is pleasure, a voice in her mind said. Sasha could only gaze up at Christian in confusion and submission. Had he put her under hypnosis again? She struggled to remember, but only a cloudiness remained. Like wisps of fog she could grasp, but never contain.

“That’s a good girl,” Christian praised as he gently stroked the curve of her cheek. “Do you remember our little game, Muffin?”

Sasha blinked, tremors of arousal now coursing through her at the sound of her nickname. The power he held over her was intoxicating. Christian could manipulate Sasha as if he were playing a game of chess; his pieces were in perfect alignment, and he had no intention of relinquishing control. Again, a whisper in her mind obedience is pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy,” Sasha said quietly, acknowledging their roles. Christian smirked, a glint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes. 

“Good girl.” He gently petted her head.

“You know you are utterly helpless against me.” he said confidently. 

“Daddy’s do what Daddy’s want. If I want another slave then that’s what I will do.” Christian said, his voice devoid of any remorse.

“I bet your pussy is wet thinking of it.” Christian continued, amused with his mind games. Sasha’s throat went dry. He was right—as much as she hated to admit it, there was a certain allure to the idea of Christian dominating her that way, but she couldn’t just accept it that quickly. She shivered as Christian’s thumb brushed against her lips, spreading her saliva onto them. Again, another whisper, obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. Were these her thoughts or someone else’s? Were they Christian’s?

“You should know by now, Muffin, I am always right,” He said before leaning down to kiss her. It was a long, slow, and passionate kiss that demanded Sasha’s submission. His tongue slid between her parted lips, claiming dominion, and Sasha could barely suppress her need.

Christian then pulled away “Suck my cock, Muffin.” Sasha did as she was told, her lips engulfing him. It was strange, but she felt oddly compliant. The knowledge that he considered her “mindfucked” shouldn’t be so arousing, but Sasha couldn’t deny that it was. It didn’t matter that she was angry. She was still sucking his cock. Every stroke of her mouth, Sasha could feel herself melting further into submission. The warmth of Christian’s bare skin radiated onto her, and the taste of him was intoxicating. At that moment, she belonged to him entirely. All her worries and fears seemed trivial against the allure of Christian’s masterful control. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. 

Sasha eagerly continued to devour his cock, her hunger for him growing stronger by the second. She could feel a familiar heat pooling between her legs, her desire all-consuming. Christian groaned against her head, his hands fisted in her hair as she took him in deeper. Christian then looked at his phone and began to taunt her with his betrayal. Looking at images and stories of mindfucked whores like her.

“You never stood a chance against me.” A dark, satisfied chuckle escaped him as Sasha, still on her knees, was humiliated. 

“My pathetic little cunt, so eager to believe my sweet words.” Sasha should be angry, but all her anger was turning to desire. She wanted to please him. Wanted to obey his every wish and desire. And the goddamn voices wouldn’t stop. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. Christian knew he had won. 

“So are you going to watch as Daddy finds himself another mind fucked whore to control?” Christian’s taunts rang loud in Sasha’s ears as she took his cock further down her throat. She couldn’t deny the shameful surge of pleasure that spiked through her at his words. A part of her reveled in the allure of being Christian’s mindfucked baby girl.

“Yes, Daddy” she moaned, feeling her need to please him taking over. Sasha renewed her efforts at his cock taking him deeper into her mouth. She felt the vibrations of his moans throughout her body as he took hold of her hair, pulling her head towards him with increasing force. The voice now more calming to Sasha, obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. Sasha couldn’t help it with the rising heat between her legs she began to play with herself.  Her fingers teasing her clit.

“Good girl, Muffin.” Christian groaned deeply, his hand tightly tugging at Sasha’s red curls. He guided her mouth further down his thick cock, growling with satisfaction as her tongue welcomed him. With every rough stroke, he pushed her head down harder, making sure she knew who was in control. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of her — eyes wide and full of need. She was moaning incoherently around his dick, desperate to please him. Her fingers were working furiously between her legs.

“That’s it, Muffin. Work yourself. Watch me. Watch me find a woman who will submit just like you,” Christian commanded, his eyes locked onto Sasha’s as he swiped through different pictures. Pictures of women; bound and gagged, kneeling submissively, eyes full of fear yet desire, their curves just like hers. The sight sent a wave of arousal crashing through Sasha’s body. Her cunt throbbed, clit erect between her fingers. Christian’s words held dark allure. Find another woman who will submit just like you—the thought made her ache with an insatiable need to please.

“Yes, Daddy,” Sasha replied, the fingers between her folds circling and rubbing with growing intensity. 

“Please, I want to see.” Her voice was barely audible around the thick cock filling her mouth. Her cheekbones flushed against the awkwardness of masturbating as she stared at her husband swiping through erotic images. Christian obliged his cock hungry wife by showing her an image of a woman on her knees just like her.

Christian grinned wickedly as he continued, “You’re my mindfucked slut now. I own you. All of you. You exist to please me and make me happy.” The rush of filthy words and carnality from Christian tightened Sasha’s nipples painfully, her arousal soaked her pussy and fingers. Hearing him claim her as his mindfucked mess only cemented his power over her. Her pussy ached for acceptance, to prove herself worthy of him. She was claimed. His property. His Baby girl. The voice now soothing obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. 

“You know you will also need to please my new slave.” Christian taunted. Sasha flinched, shocked by those words, but she couldn’t deny how that turned her on too. The excitement of not just being a slave, but a shared one was too much. A mix of fear and exhilaration ran through her body. She was going to be forced to eat this new slave’s pussy. It excited her. This time it was her in own voice, obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. 

“Y-yes, Daddy.” Sasha gasped, the ache between her legs grew stronger as her fingers fucked her dripping cunt. Her sultry moans and whimpers filled the quiet room. There was an uncontrollable fire in her veins— a desperate need for submission only her Daddy could quench. Her body trembled as she moved her fingers in and out of her slick pussy. Her orgasm seconds away.

Christian began to roughly fuck her mouth harder as he approached his own orgasm. Her needy moans spurred him on, her eagerness as she fingered herself like a desperate, needy slut. Christian slammed his cock deep down her throat, making her eyes water, her lips stretched around him as he pounded her perfect little mouth. The pressure built in his loins, sweat dripping from his hard body as he gripped her red curls. She choked on his cock gagging with tears in her eyes. He could feel his balls tighten as he neared his climax.

“You’re mine” Christian grunted as he pulled out of her mouth and his thick hot seed spilled onto her face. A lesson to her being beneath him. His slave to do with as he pleased. This sent her over the edge; she came undone, her juices dripped down her thighs and coated the floor beneath her. It was humiliating and thrilling, all at once. The erotic high from her orgasm left her trembling, weak and she fell to the floor beside him. Sasha’s labored breathing and satisfied sighs filled the room as Christian stood up and towered over her. He nudged her with his foot.

“Look at what you’ve become, Muffin.” He looked down at her with a wicked smirk.

“You’re a messy little slut, aren’t you?” Sasha could only look up at him, her cheeks hot with a mixture of shame and pleasure as Christian’s cum dripped down her face. Her fingers still languidly moving between her legs, savoring the lingering waves of her orgasm.

“Don’t stop on my account” Christian smirked, nudging her again with his foot. Sasha didn’t need further encouragement. Her hand frantically worked between her swollen pussy lips, the slickness of her own arousal coating her fingers. Christian watched her with satisfaction, his hot load still dripping off her chin and onto her ample tits.

“Who am I, Sasha?” Christian demanded, his voice a low growl.

A shiver rippled through Sasha’s submissive form, “You are my Daddy, Christian,” she murmured, eyes glazing over as she fucked herself with her fingers. Christian took in the sight of her thoroughly—tits bouncing, a mess of arousal shining on her face and fingers. She was his. Oh she was his.