Chapter 432 - My Original Stash #32 - My Superheroine Wife Is Really Really Into Mind Control by Chastity

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Chapter 1

Your wife's blonde hair stretches down, where it's not done up in a tight bun. The real thing that always draws your attention towards it, like water being inextricably drawn into the drain, is her own eyes. There's a warmth to them that hasn't declined since she first confessed to you, back in high school. She doesn't even need to speak, really; just being across from you is enough to make her happy.

"You look so handsome today, Thomas," she tells you, an easy smile on her lips. "The curve of your chin…" She reaches out, fingertip brushing against bare skin, smiling as traces out your jaw. "I'm so lucky to have you." There's a way she speaks when it's to you, as if she's inches from letting out a sweet sigh of pleasure. Her hand reaches over to yours, clasping it, slipping fingers between your own in a tried and true motion that takes a finger's snap of time by this point.

"You look great yourself, Dany," you tell her, earning an increasing smile from her, the faintest blush. Her actual name is Danylynn (her parents…), but you call her Dany.

"I've been writing another poem for you… would you like to hear it?" Since she works long and irregular hours, it's something she's taken up doing - they aren't necessary at all to reassure you of her love, since she's such a sickening romantic, but you smile and nod anyway. "Oh, my sweet, wonderful Thomas / I fly in the sky, soar towards the heavens / but my thoughts are on the ground, of you… that's the start, at least," she explains. "Do you think it's good?"

"I think it's impossible for me to objectively evaluate a paean written to me, by you."

She smiles at that, adjusting in her seat. "It's hard for me to objectively evaluate you, too, but I'm writing a poem anyway…"

"It was wonderful, sweetheart," you reassure her.

There's a ringing noise, repetitive, even pointed, from her phone, and she lets out this agonized groan of unhappiness. "I'm so sorry, my love, I really ought to take this…"

"Go ahead, it's really no problem." You'd feel guilty for stopping her, given what her job is.

She puts the phone to her ear. "I'm with my darling husband right now, so it had better be important."

"The Xenostasis fields have been penetrated again. We estimate an incursion force of twelve Emyprean Manhunters will arrive within the hour, before the holes can be repaired."

"What?" Your wife looks shocked to hear it. "That's terrible news. I'll be there as quickly as I can manage." She hangs up, pausing for just a fraction of a second before gently cupping your chin with her free hand, the other squeezing yours tight. "I love you," she whispers, leaning forward and kissing you fiercely on the lips, her hot breaths tickling your mouth before she pulls back. "If I don't come home, know that I died loving you, my darling."

"You'll come back home. You always do. You're Earth's strongest hero, I know I have nothing to worry about."

She smiles at that. "You're always so optimistic."

A moment later, she's at the glass doors that oversee your balcony - you couldn't even see the transition there, and once she is there, it's only a handful of moments before the door slams open wide and she's jetting off into the sky, having gotten into her costume at some point.

To you, seeing her go, she's nothing but a streak of white and red, a bolt of lightning fired directly into the sky.

You know what she looks like, a beautiful woman wearing a costume that mixes white, gold, and blue, and a red cape that flutters in the wind behind her. You know what she fights like, too: as an intense, honorable, dutiful, and serenely perfect warrior, a defender of the innocent. You've loved her since before you knew her as Astra, and you can't say that knowing more about her has ever made you love her any less.

While she's out, a package is delivered to your pleasant suburban home. It's addressed to Astra, and you assume it's the new lingerie she purchased (with you, during the fun foreplay of browsing the internet for s.e.xy underwear for her to wear), so you tear it open, planning to put it in an appropriate drawer.

Rather than a set of lacy, semitransparent underwear, you instead find a small stack of books, each individually quite thin. You pull the top one off the lot of them: The King's Word, and start reading the back cover.

Madelyn was just another student at her college, when she attracted the attention of Nathaniel King, the scion of an incredibly wealthy family. Little did she realize the true source of his family's wealth: the male line were all secretly psychics, and Nathaniel wants to make her his plaything. How much of her will be left by the time he's done with her?

You feel your cheeks flush at the text, putting the book down and pulling out the next. It's about… a superheroine who is captured and brainwashed by a supervillain into being his sidekick/bodyguard. The one after that is about a woman who moves to a small town and finds herself turning into a bimbo. The one after that is about a woman who has an alternate personality forcibly inserted by someone, that personality slowly working to eliminate the original by destroying her life and orgasming lots with her new master. The one after that is about a schoolteacher who is blackmailed and given hypnotic drugs by her young student, turned into his adoring slave.

If this is the sort of thing your wife likes, and not a misdelivery…

There is one thing you've always kept from her. You didn't want it to hang over your relationship. When the spacecraft that delivered an infant Danylynn Cook to Bridgetown, Idaho crashed, it brought with it something else. A still-unidentified form of radiation was smeared across the environment. Some animals began to behave strangely, or even mutate - there's more distinct species of deer around Bridgetown than there are anywhere else in the whole Midwest, and most of them are novel. It affected humans too. Some mutated visibly, some gained weird abilities, and a lot began to commit crimes…

Not you, though. You kept your ability under wraps, having only used it a little when you were a teen, and only on your mom, for really tiny things, before you gained the sense to realize what you were doing and stop.

See, you can control minds. Your wife's always believed it was fate that brought you two together, and you've just thought that was her romantic side, but if this is the sort of thing she likes… maybe there really was something more than mere happenstance involved. In any case, you start reading through the books to get more details.

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"There were some books delivered here for you, while you were out," you say, when Dany appears back on the balcony, already starting to change into the clothes she left out there. She turns scarlet, pausing her movements as she glances up at you.

"Ah…"

"Were they a misdelivery?"

"I… would never lie to you, Thomas. They're mine. I'm sorry, it's not that I don't enjoy our s.e.x life, it's just something that's always aroused me, and… I didn't want you to think less of me, realizing I was daydreaming about you erasing my personality. I'll throw them out, if you want."

"That's not why I asked. Come here," you say, gesturing to her, and she approaches, having pulled on a t-shirt and panties but not anything else before she stepped in. "Sit in my lap." She places herself down there, ass against your thigh. There's no sign of her overwhelming strength or durability, the power to juggle buildings and fly through space. Just the soft body of your wife, as your hand goes to settle on her thigh. "Is that just a fun fantasy, or is it something that you'd like to do in real life?"

"I would never do it in real life," she reassures you, grasping your hand in hers, squeezing tight. She smiles. "I would never let anyone else have that kind of power over me. Even when I read those fantasy stories, I try to imagine that you're cast in the role of the male lead. That you're the one slowly wiping me away and replacing me with someone new." She blushes faintly, ducking her head just a mite. You kiss her on the cheek.

"I have a secret I've kept from you all these years, because I didn't want you to think…" you trail off, then explain to her the reality. You can mind control people. You insert commands into their minds, and they feel compelled to obey them. The commands feel completely natural, like they weren't commands at all.

Rather than be shocked, angry, horrified, or paranoid, instead Dany begins to breathe more heavily, her cheeks growing flush as you explain things to her. With her on your lap, you can feel as her thighs wobble, a telltale sign that she's aroused, her knees absently knocking together. The wet sounds of her swallow seem to echo in the silence that exists in the room when you finish your story.

"I… that's incredibly… s.e.xy…" she pants the words out, licking her lips. You've only ever seen her this fiercely aroused when you really went to great lengths - cunnilingus for an hour, orgasm denial with a bullet vibe for the better part of the day, that kind of thing. The fact that it's appeared so easily, from so little - maybe ten minutes of talking, total - has left you with quite the erection. "Can you do it to me now?"

"I can. What would you like me to do?"

"Whatever you want, as long as I can still do my work." She's practically salivating at this point, her eyes a little wild. "I trust you with everything that I am. Take away as much of it as you want, or as little… change me however it pleases you, my darling. I don't want to be the one making the decision - I want you to make it for me, without even asking."

You nod and decide to start small. It's been the better part of a decade since you last used your powers at all, and last time, it was to get your mom to leave you alone when she caught you looking at p.o.r.n. There's also the possibility that the reality and her own fantasies will turn out to be in opposition. You reach for that faint sense you've almost forgotten was there, and start to feel out Dany's mind. It's a groping movement, vague and vain, taking a good few seconds before you finally manage to get a grip onto her thoughts. There's the weakest sensation of tension as you latch on to her, ready to start pushing your power into her.

It doesn't feel like your mother. There's no resistance whatsoever to your contact. With your mother, it was like pushing through something thin and elastic, having to use increasing force before the resistance finally snapped and you could finally put in whatever thought you wanted. When you push in the thought You want to give your husband a blowjob very badly, it's like poking a finger into water. Her will simply parts ways, letting you press your thoughts deep inside her and release them.

The whole process takes less than ten seconds. Her throat bobs as she swallows again, turning her gaze to you. She bites her lip. "Darling? You've been quiet so long… are you having trouble? You don't have to push yourself for my sake..."

"I already did it," you tell her.

"Ah? What did you do to me? Or is it a secret? It's fine if it's a secret." Her thighs start to wiggle again, that little, cute, repetitive motion that means she's aroused. Plenty of the girls in her mind control books had no idea what was going on at any particular moment, what their new fresh command was until they discovered it on her own.

"I'll give you a hint," you tell her, pressing your finger against her lower lip. It takes her a moment, then she smiles, suckling on your fingertip, her cheeks flush with color. There's a wild look in her eyes as she pulls her mouth off.

"You made me want to use my mouth to please you?" You just nod in reply to the question. "That's so s.e.xy… I really didn't even realize you'd done it, I thought my mind was wandering. May I please take you in my mouth, my darling?"

"Please, feel free," you say, and she hops off your lap, descending to her knees quickly. She was never opposed to giving blowjobs, but she'd only do them of her own initiative if there was some special occasion or you were having trouble getting it up. This is the first time she's asked you if she could give one under just everyday circ.u.mstances. Her fingers diligently unzip your pants, pop your button, and slide your pants and underwear down around your ankles. She smolders as she looks up at you, her cheeks hot with arousal. Her tongue dances out of her mouth, running along her upper lip as she stares up at you.

Her mouth falls open a moment later, and she slurps you into her mouth, her lips stretched wide as her tongue dances along the underside of your length. Beautiful green-blue eyes stare up at you as she takes you to the base, her superhuman physiology making the movement smooth as your whole length is swallowed up inside her throat. Her nose presses into your pubes, smushing against it; her ass is faintly visible from this angle as her back arches, her shirt riding up to reveal the pink panties she's wearing, the lovely curve of her full h.i.p.s and round ass.

She begins to suck, her cheeks hollowing, the force making you groan. Her tongue flicks up against the underside of your c.o.c.k, her head twisting from side to side, making her butt jiggle with each movement. Her head twists and tilts, like a nodding movement, but your c.o.c.k never leaves her mouth, so instead her throat winds up caressing and groping your d.i.c.k as she does so. Your hands grip the armrests, fingers digging into them as you pant in response to her movements.

Her lips slide slowly up your length, leaving a trail of saliva that makes your c.o.c.k glisten in the open air as she pulls back. A soft pop follows the last inch or so, and she takes some heavy breaths. Not from asphyxiation - she doesn't actually need to breathe - but from sheer arousal. With eyes that are boiling with l.u.s.t and love, she looks up at you, her mouth starting to move to speak for a second or so before sound comes out. "Do you want me to do anything more than I have?" She swallows, awkwardly shifting on her knees, and you realize that she's probably very pent up at the moment, given how aroused she was just from hearing you talk, and she's asking-without-asking if she can touch herself.

You wouldn't really describe her as normally submissive in the bedroom. Sure, if you're doing some denial play or toys or something, she'll go along with it, but mostly she's just a loving, giving partner who wants to make her husband feel good. Masturbating on either of your parts isn't really necessary with your s.e.x life (except the couple of times she's been off-Earth for more than a day or two), but you're pretty sure she wouldn't ask for permission even if it was. Not normally, at least.

"You can play with yourself while you suck me off, if you want."

She smiles at that, the expression one of relief, and opens her mouth again, slurping you down into her throat in a moment and starting to bob up and down your c.o.c.k. As she does, one hand reaches into her panties, and you can hear the first, wet noise of her slipping her fingers inside - it feels louder than it is, because you realize then that you've literally never seen her masturbate in all your years together. Maybe touch herself while you're having s.e.x, but this is the first time she's the only one stimulating herself, and she faintly m.o.a.ns around your c.o.c.k as pleasure courses through her, sending sweet vibrations into your length.

Her cheeks are warm, her eyelashes fluttering, and you can recognize it all as signs of her own orgasm approaching. Her pace quickens on your d.i.c.k, wet noises emanating from her mouth as she bobs up and down. The occasional splish of her saliva splatters onto your thighs, balls, or c.o.c.k, a consequence both of the way her mouth is beginning to fill with saliva, giving your c.o.c.k a warm bath, and the sheer intensity and speed at which she's moving, her lips occasionally releasing their suction for just long enough for a thin jet of spit to splash out of her mouth in just the lewdest way.

She comes first, m.o.a.ning and pressing her head into your groin. As her eyes roll around faintly, she twists her head from side to side, her h.i.p.s bucking at empty air. It feels like it goes on forever, the longest orgasm she's ever had with you. The only thing that keeps you from coming as her body convulses beneath you, her tongue flicking and bouncing inside her mouth, is the fact that she's otherwise stopped moving, just holding your length inside her throat.

When her orgasm ends, though, she peels back, until her lips make a perfect seal with the ridge of your c.o.c.k. Her eyes burn with uninhibited l.u.s.t, her hand coming up to stroke your c.o.c.k rapidly, pumping up and down your length as she stares into your eyes, her cheeks hollowing as she just sucks. It feels intense, and it takes maybe ten seconds before you start spraying out your c.u.m all over the inside of her mouth. Her tongue laps at your tip as your s.e.m.e.n mixes together with her own saliva in her mouth - when you're finished coming, she pulls back, holding her mouth open to present to you her work, your c.u.m drifting about inside her mouth atop the pool of saliva.

Then she swallows. "That was wonderful, darling," she says, her fingers soothingly running along your thigh as she remains kneeling before you. "Even if that's all we ever do, I'll be happy."

Despite her lovey-dovey way of putting it, you know what she really means: she wants more than just an order to give you a blowjob. You think back to the contents of her books as you decide what to do.

The only real consistency you saw in her taste is the mind control itself, not the end result. Sometimes the girl becomes a bimbo, other times she becomes a slave, or a s.l.u.t, or something else entirely.

Well, no, there's more to it than just that. The closest any of the men get to asking for their victim's preferences is to ask her what she doesn't like, then make her enjoy it, or make her do it while still not liking it. There's no loving or positive element to any of the mind control, no improving her concentration so she can get a promotion or anything like that. It's also more about a general thing than a single event, more "you now love blowjobs" than "you feel the urge to give you a blowjob." The latter happens, but more as foreplay than anything else.

Thinking it over, there is a sharp, intense note to the end results displayed. It's cruel, degrading, humiliating, sadistic. In pretty much every case, the girl winds up basically unrecognizable in terms of personality and behavior… what remains being more a vestige on some other, very different person. Your c.o.c.k twitches as you remember the scene where the brainwashed superheroine doesn't even recognize her birth name any longer, and Dany hums, her eyes perking up as she looks at you and your c.o.c.k, wondering if you've done anything to her yet, and that's why you're getting hard.

"I'm still thinking," you tell her, soothingly brushing your fingers through her hair, and she rests her cheek against your thigh.

"You can take as long as you like, my love. I've spent three years of courtship and six years of marriage, happy with you. I'll still be happy if we never do anything like this again." She smiles gently, warmth exuding from every curve of her face as she rests down there.

She really will be, you know that. But, you want to do something nice for your wife.

[X][First Serious Command] Write-in.

To be clear OOC, Dany is very definitely interested in the kinds of things noted above - Thomas has the right of her specific kinks, it's just pausing to negotiate/discuss it with her would be an odd choice, especially given she's been fairly clear she wants him to make the decisions without consulting her.

Author Isn't Interested In:

Lesbian s.e.x, on or off screen. Dany is not into s.e.x with other women, and Thomas isn't into watching it either.

Large harems/mass enslavement-type stuff. I have an idea or two to toy with regarding a third, but, assume a single target for the time being. It'd be hard to justify IC, anyway.

Public s.e.x. This means specifically s.e.x in front of a crowd, or where strangers are likely to see. S.e.x in front of other women that you or Dany know, or recording s.e.x for online p.o.r.n, is fine by me.

Sharing your wife with other people, but nobody does that unless it's specifically a s.l.u.ttification/corruption/NTR/feMC quest anyway.

Thomas's mind control ability can be assumed to do anything you feel like, at least with Dany, who is a completely unresisting target. Give her fetishes, wipe her memories, create alternate personalities, make her unable to perceive you no matter what you do, etc.

Lastly, this is intended to be a shorter quest, even more than my previous Heroine to Housewife. I'd estimate <20 updates, possibly <10, depending on how things feel; if it was a long form quest I wouldn't be running it since I have not one but two other quests I should be writing right now but am feeling rather enervated about. Hopefully a change of pace will help perk me up to get back to them.