“But not mine.”
She hesitated.
Kyle smiled. “That's how we should do it, then. Rachel, from now on, you hate cock. You hate the sight of it, the feel of it. You hate the taste of it. Everything about cock makes you nauseous. You will get physically ill when you see them. Except for mine. Look at my cock.” Her eyes locked on it. All the eyes in the room locked on it.
“All of you remember that this one turns you on. This one makes you happy. This cock makes you happy. All you have to do is look at this cock, and it will make you submissive. As soon as you see it, you'll want to drop to your knees. As soon as you see it, you will drop to your knees. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand master.” Again, they spoke in unison.
Kyle smiled again and turned back to Rachel. “Every other cock makes you ill,” he said. She nodded. “This one turns you on.” She nodded again.
Kyle put on some pajama pants and a robe. The four women remained where he left them.
“I'll be back,” he said. “While I'm gone, I want you to forget who you are, who everyone else is. Only remember your own lusts. If you are attracted to each other, if you want to have sex, deep down in your heart of hearts, you may play with one another.” He opened the door. “But no one cums without my permission.”
He closed the door, chuckled to himself as he heard the moans and the movements already happening in his bedroom, and walked down to where his younger cousins were already busy unwrapping gifts.
He sat with them for a while, laughed at their smiles and enjoyed their fun. They asked where everyone else was. Kyle didn't tell them, but gave them each two hundred dollars to go out to the movies for the day. Lots of movies on Christmas day.
One of his cousins, Jamie, had just gotten her driver's license. So no need to get anyone else. All he had to do was get them out of the house. And the money from his mother's purse had made sure of that.
Once he had the house to himself, Kyle took his time lowering all the blinds. He took his time making sure every door was locked. He took his time unplugging the phone and the modem. He had the house to himself, and he had every intention of using it, and everyone in it, however he wanted.
He took his time, so that when he came back to his bedroom, they were all there, on the edge. They were all horny, all so desperate to cum that they would agree to anything. Their minds were even more tractable. Tractable enough to do what he wanted to do to them.
It was time for revenge. All those years when they thought he didn't know they were making fun of him. All that time they joked behind his back, or gave him those condescending looks. All those times they tried to get him to come out, tried to get him to admit he was gay. It was time to pay. Time to pay for it all.
He started with his mother. “Go to my room,” he told her. “Get the video whose title most intrigued you, the one that secretly turned you on even though the idea of it disgusted you. Ge the one that made you feel ashamed to like.”
She crawled off and Kyle turned to Shelly. “The bathroom is filthy,” he says. “I pissed all over the seat and the floor next to the toilet last night. Go clean it up. With your tongue. Enjoy the taste, focus on it and remember it very clearly.”
Shelly crawled off and Kyle, barely able to stop from laughing, turned to Lisa. “You always thought you were better than me,” he says. “That's why I made you such a slut. You love how much of your inner desires I've helped you realize, don't you?” Lisa nodded. “Because of my suggestions, you've fucked people of every race and gender, haven't you?” She nodded again. “What does that make you?”
“A giant slut,” Lisa said.
Kyle laughed. He hadn't ordered her to say that. “Yes, you are. And you're not satisfied yet, are you?” She shook her head. “It didn't satisfy you to suck your little brother's cock, did it?” She shook her head again. “In fact, nothing is going to satisfy you. You're just too cock hungry. Aren't you?”
“Yes master.”
Kyle rubbed his chin and thought for a second. “Okay,” he said. “Go to your room and put on the clothing that you most want to wear, the clothes you get turned on just thinking about how slutty they would make you look. Then I want you to go to the porno store and beg to be put in the back for the glory hole. If they don't have one, you will convince them to make one, just for you. While you're there, you will do anything anyone tells you to do, the more humiliating the better. There's no need to dwell on it. No need to remember it. Just spend the day fucking and sucking, or whatever else anyone wants. Then come home as if nothing happened. Only remember it when you want to.”
“Yes master.” And she crawled away too, leaving only Rachel, whose eyes were locked on Kyle's cock.
Kyle stood there, in front of her, letting her stare, while he waited for his mother. She crawled in with bright red skin, desperate not to show him what was in her hands, but unable to resist the control he had taken.
He held out his hand, and she handed him the video. Shit Fisted Piss Mop.
“Oh, I remember this one,” Kyle said. “This one is about a girl getting anally fisted, eating her own shit off the hand, and begging to have someone piss all over her. This one is your favorite?”
His mother nodded.
“Wow,” he said. “I could barely stand this one. It was pretty extreme. Even for me. But if that's what you want.” He laughed.
She nodded again, then hid her face in her hands.
“Okay,” he says. “Don't say I never did anything for you, mom. Would you like aunt Rachel to fist your ass?”
“Yes master.”
“Do you want her to fist your pussy too?”
“Yes master.”
“At the same time?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Okay,” Kyle said. “I'm going to set up the video camera down by the Christmas tree. Rachel, I want you to go to the bathroom and trim your nails. Then I want you to drink a lot of water. Then come downstairs. Mom, you go drink as much water as you can and then wait at the tree.”
He didn't look to see if they followed his command. He was busy getting the camera. But when he got downstairs, they were both waiting for him. And Shelly was trailing along behind him, a tear in her eyes. She had loved every minute of it, and had even begged him to piss in her mouth. With very little prompting.
Kyle set up the camera and made sure the lighting was good enough that he'd be able to capture both faces. “Make sure you keep looking at the camera,” he told them. Then he turned to Shelly.
“Go and drink as much water as you can,” he told her. “But no pissing. Not until mom asks you to pee in her mouth. And mom, you can return the favor.”
Once he had them clearly in the frame, Kyle gave his last set of instructions. “Okay Rachel. I want you to fist her front and back. Mom, you can cum as many times as you want. Rachel, you can only cum if you ask your daughter Shelly to shit in your mouth. If she does, you can cum. And you will think about that moment every time you cum from now on. Now you two go ahead. Shelly, come here and suck my cock while I film this.”
“Yes master.” Again, all three spoke at the same time.
Kyle smiled and thought about how much money he could get with this video. And he chuckled as he remembered the most important thing he had ever read about hypnosis:
You can't make someone do something they don't, on some level, want to do.
“I come from a very disgusting family,” he said, sure the camera would catch the words as it started filming.
The Love Doctor
After I opened up Outlook Express on my computer, I quickly scanned the inbox to see if there was a message from Dean_from_Detroit. My heart pounded rapidly as I saw he wrote me again. “Dear Erica:” it began;
