Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 6: Hot Teacher’s Frozen Passion

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Six: Hot Teacher’s Frozen Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Justin Sampson

I glanced at my time-frozen friend, beset by bewilderment. Sam couldn’t have a crush on me. She was almost a robot at times. Today, talking about this time dependency, was one of the few times I’d ever heard her sound so emotional. Right before my little sister froze time, Sam was excited about the fact that the atomic clocks around the world had gotten minutely out of sync with each other, detecting the nanosecond or so it took for time to stop everywhere. So to find out as she had a crush on me…

It had me blinking in confusion.

“No, there’s no way she has a crush on me,” I said to my sex slave. “She doesn’t like anyone.”

“Oh, Master, she got super jelly of me,” Aurora said. My sex slave wasn’t frozen by time because she was clinging to my arm when my sister stopped it. I extended… a bubble of influence around Aurora, immunizing her against the paused moment. I didn’t know why my sister and I both could stop time; It didn’t make any sense.

But we could do it, so that’s all that mattered.

“I know she was brusque with you, but that doesn’t mean she’s jealous,” I said. I studied Sam, dressed in her usual baggy sweatshirt, her black hair gathered in a loose braid just to keep it out of her face. She didn’t do it to make herself look cute, though it did help. With her glasses, she had a nerdy vibe that would be hot if she just put a little more effort into her appearance. “You just don’t know Sam that well. That’s just how she acts. She’s… blunt. Direct.”

“Oh, Master, she totally has a crush on you,” she said. “Why else would she hang out with you all the time? I bet she just doesn’t know how to tell you.” My sex slave moved before Sam, Aurora’s blonde ponytail swaying down her back.

Aurora looked so naughty with my jizz drying on her face. Before we left my house to head to our college that morning, her and my mother gave me a blowjob. It was such a hot way to start the day. I came on both their faces. Aurora already was a complete slut before I made her my sex slave by whispering into her ear while she was frozen. So she’d posted the pic of her kissing my mother, snowballing my jizz back and forth between them, on Instagram.

That probably wasn’t a smart idea to let her do that, but it was so hot.

A mischievous grin crossed my sex slave’s face. Her green eyes twinkled as she grabbed the hem of Sam’s sweatshirt and yanked it up before I could stop her. She exposed Sam’s pale stomach and small, firm breast dusted with light freckles.

I gaped at the sight of my friend’s tits. I never expected to see them. Apparently, Sam didn’t wear a bra. She probably thought they were too much effort and didn’t require one since she had A cup titties. They were fucking lovely. I groaned as Aurora grabbed them, squeezing Sam’s firm breasts.

“Mmm, these are nice, Master,” Aurora said. Her tongue flicked across her pink lips. “Look at those areolas. So puffy and pink. I bet they swell up when she gets excited.” Aurora’s finger swept across them, stimulating my friend’s nubs. Even though time was stopped for Sam, her body would still have physiological reactions to being stimulated. Aurora could make my friend’s nipples hard, or even make Sam cum.

No! That was my friend. Sam wasn’t a slut like Aurora or Cassandra, the other girl I messed with yesterday. Anger surged through me. “Stop playing with her tits, slut!”

Aurora jerked her hands away, thrusting them behind her back. Shock crossed her face. “I’m sorry, Master. I thought—”

“She’s my friend, not a whore like you and the sluts you used to hang out with!” I growled.

“Of course, Master,” Aurora said. Something naughty flicked across her face. Her green eyes looked me up and down. She’d thought of something.

My cheeks suddenly warmed with embarrassment. Did I just give her more evidence that I had a crush on Sam? I mean, Sam was the only real friend I had at our college. It was Sam, Eddie, and me until Eddie transferred to another school. Now it was just her and me.

And Aurora.

I glanced at Sam and her freckled cheeks; pink tinged of them. My eyes fell down on her still-exposed breasts, her sweatshirt frozen before it could fall back down and cover them. I yanked it down, covering her. I grit my teeth. I didn’t have a crush on my nerdy friend.

Aurora only smirked more.

“She doesn’t have a crush on me,” I growled. “Come on, we have things to do.”

“Well, you could make her have a crush on you.” Aurora shivered. “You could… hypnotize her.”

I gave my sex slave a hard look.

“I don’t mean that you should make her a whore like me, Master,” Aurora continued, her voice breathless. “But, at the very least, you can confirm that she does have a crush on you.”

An idea rippled through my head. I studied my friend as my plans swelled and blossomed. I swallowed, then leaned towards her ear. I don’t think I had to whisper to someone’s ear, but it just felt… right. I carefully formed the words in my mind, not wanting to change who Sam was, nor wanting to make her love me. She was the one girl at my college, that one woman I knew, who didn’t deserve to be made into a whore. She was… above all that.

If I had a crush on her, I would totally make her hot for me. Which only proved that I didn’t have a crush on her because I didn’t want to do that.

I whispered my carefully thought out commands into her ear: “Sam, if you have a crush on me, you’re going to want to confess to me. You’re going to feel the urge to ignore any fears or other concerns that have kept you from admitting your feelings to me. But that is only if you have romantic feelings for me.”

I hesitated, then I added, “In addition, if you do like me, you won’t be jealous of any sex slaves I have. Or any other girls I fuck. Not even my mother or my sister. None of that will bother you, not even incest between me and my family.”

I don’t know why I added that. I didn’t have any feelings for her.

She was Sam.

Then the perverse thought of seeing Sam with our English professor, Miss Daisy, shot through me. I already had fantasies that the busty, redheaded teacher was a lesbian that had a crush on Sam. My dick throbbing in my jeans, I hastily added, “Also, you have bisexual desires that you want to explore. You won’t be shy about experimenting with a girl, even a teacher, if they come on to you.”

Aurora giggled. “That’s my perverted Master.”

I glanced at her and arched a warning eyebrow at her.

She put on a look of contriteness I knew was utterly false. Her mischievous, green eyes shone with too much amusement.

I shook my head, unable to help myself from enjoying her playfulness. Aurora just had such a zesty cuteness about her. Her horny playfulness was endearing. I put my arm around my sex slave’s shoulder and glanced up the street towards the entrance to our college.

I smiled at who stood there frozen. “It’s time to get to work.”

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Krystal Sampson

The moment I stopped time, I left my friend, and now lover, Ji-Yun behind. I darted onto our college’s grounds, just so eager to get back at my bully. I froze everything the moment I spotted the mean bitch lounging with a couple of the asshole punks who flocked to her.

My pigtails danced behind me as I darted past the paused students, weaving through them frozen in midstep, mouth open as they talked to each other. Many had their faces illuminated by the screens of their phones.

I was a little breathless by the time I reached Pearline’s side. She had such a dumb name. Pearline. She should be the one bullied, but the Black girl stood tall, holding herself with such confidence. She was gorgeous, too. Like Beyoncé gorgeous, with that same coffee-cream hue to her skin. Her hair was a thick, braided weave flowing down her head, half the strands bleached blonde. She had her sycophants fawning over her, guys dressed like they were straight out of a heavy metal album cover. All just a bunch of posers preening for her attention.

It was so sick.

As far as I knew, she never fucked any of the guys who fawned over her and did her bidding in a vain hope that they would get a taste of her Black cunt. Well, I thought that sort of devotion should be rewarded. Because it was such a shame that Pearline was such a cock-tease. I might be gay, but I thought guys deserve to get their dicks wet.

Especially in the cunt of a burgeoning slut like Pearline.

With glee, I set about stripping the Black girl naked. It was difficult, with her leather boots and skin-tight, vinyl pants, but I tugged and pulled and yanked. I grunted and groaned, working off those boots followed by those tight, skinny pants.

I was sweating, my face flushed as I stood up, seeing her in her panties. They were skimpy, a thong. The back strap vanished between her perky butt cheeks. I smacked her rump and giggled as my handprint froze in her flesh.

“Have fun, baby sis,” Justin said as he and his sex slave sauntered by into the school.

“Oh, I intend to,” I said

Before Justin and his sex slave vanished inside, he called out, “I’m off to deal with our college’s president.”

“Good,” I said, attacking Pearline’s thong next. I ripped it down her muscular thighs, exposing a trimmed bush. It was shaved close enough on the side for the narrow cloth to cover it while leaving her with pussy hair so she didn’t look like a complete slut.

I would have to change that.

I held her panties to my nose, savoring the tart musk of her pussy, before I thrust the skimpy thong into my skirt pocket. Licking my lips, I peeled off her biker’s jacket next, throwing it onto the ground and stepping on it for good measure. She wore a halter top beneath, no evidence of a bra. It cupped her round breasts into a lovely pair of jiggling mounds that she would shake in front of the pathetic guys’ faces to manipulate them. When I pulled it off, it left her tits frozen in mid-jiggle, suspended against gravity, waiting for time’s flow to resume to affect them.

I gave her left tit a smack, giggling as it jiggled back and forth for a moment then paused. I loved freezing time.

I set about posing her next, bending her like a living doll.