Mind Manipulator

His talent was in manipulation of the mind but such manipulation does not happen easily. The only way to get into someone's mind was to find someone who was filled with anger and resentment, with frustration and even hate, such strong emotions churning like butter in an old fashioned urn. All he needed was enough violent emotion in a mind to create a small crack, what he called the wedge. Once he had the wedge in, he could begin and even then it was a tricky, time consuming process. There was another way he had used when he was younger but it oftentimes destroyed the person, left them with only a shell of a mind and terribly unhappy.

Ian liked to leave his women happy.

Of course Ian was a good looking man with a hint of an Irish brogue, silver haired and blue eyed and wealthy enough to have plenty of companionship even without using the wedge. But sometimes he looked at some young woman and saw the blackness and unhappiness of her soul, and he took pity on her. She might not have made a choice to be with him until he slipped in the wedge, but her life was guaranteed to be better once he was done with her.

Samantha Davis wasn't the usual type he found interesting. For one thing, she was very intelligent, not that he had anything against intelligent women but they usually had too many mental blocks for him to find a place to put the wedge. And she wasn't all that attractive. She was rather plain and a bit plump for his taste. Of course, if she lost about ten pounds and coloured her hair, tried a change of clothes and a bit of makeup, she might be striking.

Not that he was interested. He had noticed her when he walked into the restaurant, dismissed her just as casually, and had his usual wine and pasta at his favourite table overlooking the street. It was not until he heard her voice loud in anger that he raised his eyes to her again. She was having an argument with a young man. Ian immediately recognized the resemblance between the two. The young man was obviously her son and she was loudly berating him for something he had done. The young man looked miserable and he seemed to sink deeper into his chair as she berated him. Ian noticed a waitress hovering nervously nearby and she moved closer and Samantha Davis turned on her with the same ruthless fury, and Ian accidentally slipped a wedge in.

It had never happened to him before. At the last minute he tried to pull back it was too late and the wedge was firmly planted and it caused Samantha Davis to stop and stutter for a moment and then she regained control of herself.

But the damage was already done although she didn't know it.

Ian sat thinking about it for a moment. There was no rule about him going on with it except the wedge sometimes worked in strange ways. Without his manipulation, anything could happen and it was just possible Samantha Davis's personality would deteriorate to the point of madness.

Ian sighed. He reached over and mentally urged the wedge in deeper and slipped between the cracks to explore. There was a lot of rage and unhappiness in Samantha Davis. She was divorced. Her husband cheated on her. She felt inadequate in many ways and she made up for it by belittling others. She owned her own bank investment company where she hired bright young people out of college, used them and then discarded them on a regular basis. Ruthless in business and in her personal life, she constantly reduced secretaries and her only son to tears.

Her only son was about to cry now, and she was still giving him a hard time. Ian gave a push but it only stunned her for a moment and then she continued.

Samantha Davis was very strong willed.

There was a great deal of work to be done.

The offices of Samantha Davis's investment company looked much as he expected...dull. The colours on the walls were subdued. There were a couple of potted plants in the hallway. A few lifeless looking paintings. Her secretary was a mousy looking young brunette, who looked brisk and professional and afraid of her own shadow. She was sure Ms. Davis couldn't see anyone today. Her schedule was very busy and it took all of his charm to get the secretary to even call her boss on the intercom. Through the intercom he pushed Samantha a little and she agreed to give him ten minutes of her time but no more. The mousy secretary, Betty, looked amazed that her boss had agreed.

Inside the tiny, oppressive office, with no windows, Ian went to work on Samantha Davis. Mind manipulation is exhausting work. Ian thought of it as creating a work of art. He had to first create a place to work, a studio in her mind, and the he had to discard those unpleasant edges of her personality, trimming them away from a butcher trimming ugly fat. All the time he worked in her mind, he had to continue to make conversation, most of it nonsensical but enough to keep her from realizing what was being done to her.

He stayed thirty minutes the first time and it tired him as nothing had in a long time. He understood the concept of getting older because there was a time when it didn't tire him as much. He slept for twelve hours that night and the next morning, he appeared at Samantha Davis's office once more. This time it was not a problem getting into see her. Samantha looked tired. Her eyes were red and flushed and somewhat confused. Her appearance showed that the first steps were becoming deeply rooted.

He stayed an hour this time and for the next three days, he returned every day. The edges in Samantha were growing softer, she was becoming easier to manipulate. By Friday he asked her out and she agreed immediately.

He took her to dinner in another of his favourite restaurants. For two hours he had her alone, except for the waiters, and he plunged into her mind easily, manipulating, changing, caressing, creating and cutting away. By the end of the meal, she was practically blank and ready for his suggestions. He drove her home in silence. No need for conversation. All the way back he played in her mind, creating in her the kind of personality he liked and teaching her to like herself.

When he turned into her driveway and parked the car, he released her mind.

He kissed her on the lips and she didn't pull away but there was no response.

He expected that. It would take time for the suggestions to take hold, for the fires to grow.

Soon it would be burning out of control.

He stayed away two weeks. At the end of the two weeks he dropped casually by the office and the mousy secretary couldn't wait to usher him into her boss's inner sanctum. Samantha had started the change. Her hair was cut fashionably short and coloured blond. She wore lipstick. Obviously, she had lost a few pounds and she wore clothes that were a lot more stylish. And she actually smiled.

"Ian," she said. "Ian."

There was an almost desperate note in her voice. The suggestions he had made were firmly taking hold. There was tweaking to be done. He put her in a deep sleep with just a nudge on the wedge. While she slept, he went inside and started tweaking the emotions that would awaken her sexual responses. That part of her had been nearly dead. He discovered she had never had an orgasm and most of the sex in her life had been uncomfortable and brief. He had to be careful with what he was doing because he had once taken a woman too far in one direction and there had been serious consequences.

He was tired when he was done. He awakened her. She had a much softer light in her eyes and a much softer voice when she called his name and the desperation had increased. This time he leaned over her desk and kissed her and he felt her tongue in his mouth and when the kiss was over, she looked amazed at herself.

You haven't seen anything yet, Ian said to himself.

He invited her out on Friday again and she immediately agreed. He gave her the week to think about it, to heat in her own juices. When he picked her up Friday night at her home, he noticed she was wearing a much shorter skirt than she would have worn earlier. And she slid across the seat to be next to him like a loved started teenager.

This time he didn't go into her mind. He simply talked to her in his soft, soothing Irish brogue, telling her how sexy she was and how sweet she was and how wonderful her kisses were. How soft her hair was and how much he liked it. How red and inviting her lips were.

Halfway to the restaurant she was practically panting in his ear. Her skirt had slipped up past her thighs. She was squirming in the seat beside him like she was on fire. When he casually reached over and put his hand on the inside her thigh, her body trembled and then spasmed and she screamed and he knew she had had her first orgasm.

While they were in the restaurant and eating their meal, he took her hand and placed it on his cock. Her body tensed for a moment and then she relaxed and she started stroking him, her green eyes looking at him adoringly. He liked the feel of her hand on him and he kept it there for the rest of the man, until it was time to pay the check. He let her stop then and gave himself time for his erection to go down before he walked her outside.

In the car she was all over him. She gave him no argument when he slipped her panties down her legs. Her black frilly panties were still hanging on one foot as she unzipped him and got his cock out. He swung her over onto his lap and she settled down on him with a soft sigh. Her pussy felt like a tight wet glove as she rode him savagely, bouncing up and down and moaning with every movement. He let her come again, this time with a great shuddering climax that rocked her and left her breathless. He slipped her off his cock and she relaxed into the seat, her skirt up above her waist, her pussy glistening with juice. She looked exhausted and satisfied as she had never been in her life. He reached over and took her by her hair and pulled her head down. For a moment there was a last lingering resistance in her eyes but then it was gone and her mouth enveloped his swollen cock and she began to suck him like she had been doing it all her life.

While she sucked him, he went into her mind again. He taught her how to do it, and he made her enjoy it. He tweaked the little emotional responses and as she sucked, her pussy got wetter and wetter, and she couldn't help but put her hand between her legs and start rubbing her clit with the same up and down motion of her head. When he felt himself start to come, he relaxed her throat muscles and allowed her to swallow and at the same time, he gave her a mind shattering orgasm even greater than the other two she had already felt.

When he was done with her, he let her go and it was as if she couldn't move, as if she didn't have a bone in her body. She was a loosely joined rag doll flopping in the seat. He put the seat belt around her and drove her home.

He stayed away another two weeks. At the end of the week his cell phone started ringing night and day. He could feel the desperation through the phone but he still had things to teach her. He wanted her to understand herself, and realize that she had no will of her own any longer. At the end of two weeks he went to her office early on a Friday morning. Betty looked so happy to see him, he wondered, and he explored her mind a little. He didn't put a wedge in but he just looked around and he found that the skinny little brunette had submissive lesbian tendencies and that she was in love with her boss. He found he could manipulate her without a wedge.

She practically pushed him into Samantha's office. Samantha had lost another few pounds and she was looking quite attractive with her new hairdo and her stylish clothes. And she was wearing red stiletto hills that made her even look bouncier.

Betty was still in the room but Samantha had no control over herself ad she put her arms around him and pressed her body up against his and said, "Oh Lord, Ian, I've missed you. Where have you been? I've been calling. It's been hell."

She realized Betty was still in the room and she motioned for her to leave but Ian said, "Stay where you are."

"But Ian," Samantha said.

Ian ignored her. He went over to the single office chair and sat down. He crossed his legs.

"

Bring me some coffee," he said.

Betty started to go but Ian told her to stay. He said he meant Samantha. There was no resistance in Samantha. The proud, bitchy woman of a few weeks back was gone. Samantha practically rushed out of the room to get his coffee. He could see how surprised Betty seemed.

He slipped into her head again and couldn't help but make a few casual changes for his own amusement. He heightened her desire for her boss, and at the same, lowered her inhibitions slightly. When Samantha came back in carrying his coffee, he watched Betty licking her suddenly dry lips.

Samantha gave him his coffee and he made her stand beside him. He casually put his hand on one of the cheeks of her ass. He felt her stiffen and then relax. She didn't like it with Betty in the room but her own needs kept her from stopping him. Instead she sort of pushed against his hand, needing his touch.

You remember what I let you do in the car, Samantha," he said.

Her eyes grew wide as she remembered.

"I want you to do it again," he said. "Now. While I have my coffee."

Samantha looked frantically at Betty, wanting her to leave. Ian told her to stay where she was. He waited. Samantha was fighting the urges in her body. She would have been on her knees in a heartbeat if Betty hadn't been in the room but she didn't want to do this in front of Betty.

"If I finish my coffee first, I'm leaving," Ian said quietly.

The desperation in her grew and suddenly Samantha didn't mind anymore. She kneeled down to Betty's gasp of surprise and she started working on his zipper. He stopped her. "Take off everything but your heels," Ian commanded.

With one last frantic look at Betty, Samantha undressed. He hadn't seen her naked breasts and she had really nice ones. He reached for them, caressed them and then let her sink back to her knees again as she worked to get his hard cock out. She took him into her mouth and began to suck him, and this time he didn't do anything to her mind. Instead she used all the tricks he had taught her and her pussy was already beginning to throb. He told her to keep her hands away from herself and she obeyed. She kept sucking but now she was squirming as she got hotter and hotter while she was sucking him.

He looked at Betty. He didn't have to ask twice and Betty was on her knees behind her boss. She started using he fingers on her boss's pussy and Samantha began to suck harder and squirm against her secretary's fingers. He allowed Samantha to come and then he grabbed her by the hair and started throat fucking her. She didn't gag. Instead it was like she was in heaven, sucking and slurping on his cock as continued to fuck her face.

He came suddenly and joyfully and she swallowed it all and kept sucking for more. He had turned Samantha into quite the cocksucker.

Now he took her by the hair and pushed her into the floor. He spread her legs and grabbed Betty by the head. He didn't have to force the young secretary. In a moment she was between her boss's legs and eating her pussy like an expert. Samantha screamed and came and then pulled her secretaries head tighter between her legs and kept pushing against her until she was able to come again, again shouting to the heavens that she was coming.

He lifted he secretary's head and told her to get undressed. She didn't have to be manipulated. In moments she had stripped down and she had a nicely shaped body underneath her shapeless clothes. He made them change places. Samantha had lost all resistance. She had a moment of reluctance and then pleaded with Ian but he told her to pleasure her secretary and she dropped her face between her secretary's thighs.

Ian stroked himself to hardness again while Samantha ate her secretary. He positioned Samantha just right and then he drove his rock hard prick into her pussy. He reached around and grabbed her tits and he let himself go. He fucked her like a piston, in and out and all around, feeling the tight fit of her pussy walls, trying to get his prick as deep into her as he could. Her body met his and she really got into eating pussy and fucking back at him. In a moment the sweet release made her body shudder and then the secretary started moaning as her own release followed. Ian slowed down, enjoyed the moment, as he felt his cum shooting through his rigid prick and deep into the pussy of Samantha Davis.

He let Samantha clean him off with her mouth and then he went into her mind and made a few more tweaks. He made her less desperate. He made her want to be attractive and loving to those who loved to her. He made her appreciate her secretary a lot more. What they did with their new relationship was up to them but Ian expected they were going to explore each other a lot before it was done.

But now he was done with Samantha. She was a different woman than she'd been and he was tired. Mind manipulation, not to mention fucking, took a lot out of an elderly man and he was a couple of hundred years old in human time. He eased Samantha's mind so she wouldn't miss him but she would remember only pleasure from their relationship. He knew she would find a new man before long or perhaps she would simply be happy with her secretary's tongue.

Whatever happened, she would be happy and others would be happy to be around her.

And what he did to people couldn't be all bad if he left them happy.

Could it?