Forward – This was written on commission for “Yuna”, who wanted me to post it and tell the world that she paid for it with her dignity and by doing things on cam that would shame her parents for a man she has never, and will never, meet.
It’s not my normal thing but I had fun writing it and I think maybe it could be part of a larger series. It’s heavy on the mind control and dub con themes, so reader be wary.
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Yuna boarded the large cruise ship with her friends. The day was already going poorly. The flight down she was alone. Her 3 best girlfriends, Kim, Moon, and Lee had their boyfriends with them. The whole flight she could hear them snuggling and giggling.
Only 4 weeks before the trip, her boyfriend had dumped her. Seeing them happy, she was just reminded her that she was now the 7th wheel.
She liked the guys, she really did. And her friends were trying to keep her involved. But she couldn’t help but feel lonely.
She had wanted to stay home, but her friends convinced her to come anyway. Joking with her about meeting a cute guy, or series of guys, to rebound with.
Yuna had just blushed at the idea. One of her friends had even nudged her, joking of her only-slightly-secret thing for Americans.
“Yuna,” her friend had said, “The cruise is popular with wealthy Americans. It starts in California you know. Maybe you will meet a cute American actor.”
This was followed by her friends giggling and discussing penis size, wondering if all American men were as big as they were in porn.
And Yuna, was already regretting the decision to come. Her friends kept bouncing between her and their boyfriends, making her feel like the pitied one.
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She was wearing a cute but sensible dress. It was a lovely dark blue and showed off her curves. She was pretty and she knew it, though she felt embarrassed by it. Having all the eyes on her. Her friends always complained that men noticed her first. She was slender and of a normal height for a young Korean woman, but her breasts and ass were just a bit too large for her frame. Her friends joked that she had an American chest on a Korean body.
She tried to be excited as they boarded the massive ship, through a large atrium, too large for a boat surely, but here it was. The boarding passengers were led, in a group of roughly 50, into the atrium where a man in a white naval suit, who introduced himself as the captain, spoke for a moment about the ship. He was an older Japanese man and she lost interest in him almost immediately.
Yuna’s eyes though, focused on the white man standing next to the captain. He was tall and attractive, she wasn’t good at guessing white peoples ages, but she thought 30’s, or 40’s. He was in long tailored white pants and a simple collared T-shirt. Something about his air, the way he stood and held himself, suggested a command, a raw power, that he was someone important. She shivered slightly and wondered about the woman behind him. The blonde white girl in the bikini. The very tiny bikini, and massaging his shoulders.
It seemed so out of place. Kim snickered and said, “its a comedy sketch, the fancy captain and the drunk American girl.”
But then the captain finished speaking, Yuna suddenly had the strangest day dream. It started when the white man spoke, in an educated American accent. His voice felt . . . . felt through her body and she felt the hair on her arms rising.
“I’m your good friend,” the American man said. And Yuna wondered why she didn’t recognize her good friend . . . . And why she didn’t know his name.
“Nothing you see me doing, or people doing around me, will seem strange or shocking,” he said and Yuna stopped wondering about the woman massaging him. It was totally normal.
“Nothing I ask you to do, or anyone else to do, will seem strange,” he said. “On this ship you may see people in various states of dress and undress, and in sexual acts. You will not think this is strange.
This didn’t seem at all strange to Yuna, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Especially when the man asked the men to move to the back of the room, and the women to the front, before telling the women to disrobe.
Yuna stood with her friends, stripping, chatting lightly, excited to be on the ship, excited to try out the different Restaurants. Kim joked that she’d need 30 minutes after getting to her room as she promised her boyfriend a ride he wouldn’t forget. Kim, now topless, turned and waved at her boyfriend, before giving her small breasts a joking shake at him.
Something was off. Yuna thought, as she stood nude, along with her friends and the other women in the group. She giggled when Lee grumbled that they better get to the food soon, as the American man walked through the group of women.
It wasn’t strange at all when he occasionally reached out to caress one of the women’s breasts. It wasn’t strange when the two pretty brunettes ignored him. They were not twins but definitely sisters, barely legal, and wealthy at that given the jewelry they were wearing. It wasn’t strange either when he said a few words and both the girls were draping themselves against him, one trying to grind herself against his leg and the other, unzipping his pants before he shooed them away.
It wasn’t at all strange when he stood in front of her and asked her for her name.
“Yuna,” she said, confused as to why such a good friend didn’t know her name. “And yours, I’m sorry, I know you, but I’ve forgotten I guess.”
“Henry,” he said, his voice was strong, deep, and his smile was lovely. “Yuna, do you notice something strange about how you are standing.”
She realized that she was standing, with her back arched forward, unconsciously puffing out her breasts. She felt herself turning red.
“I, well,” she said, starting to stammer, and feeling very confused as to why she suddenly felt embarrassed. It wasn’t the nudity, there was nothing strange about being nude in front of all these people. It was that she felt like she had been caught flirting and poorly at that.
“It’s alright,” he said, and Yuna realized it was, she felt her smile return. “But tell me,” he continued, “do you see what is different about you and every other woman in here.”
She looked around and noticed something was off. All the women, they seemed happy enough or bored, waiting. They were naked of course which wasn’t common. Most women didn’t strip like this in front of strangers, but it wasn’t strange. All of the women though, Yuna could read clear defensive postures. As if their faces and words were happy, but internally they were tense and upset.
“Why,” she said, and looked back at him. “Why am I the only one that seems eager.”
“I don’t know myself. I’ve never seen this before. Think about it,” he said, “don’t be afraid to consider hard truths or embarrassing ideas.”
Yuna was a smart woman. Brilliant perhaps. She was also a modern woman that owned her sexuality. Not afraid to masturbate, watch porn, or own sex toys. There was though, one shameful kink, a fetish, that she had never admitted to anyone.
Henry seemed confused, but he smiled at her. She felt herself blushing at his smile, not his hand moving between her legs. There was nothing strange about him sliding a finger between her legs or the way she opened them enough to make it easy, even though he didn’t ask.
Something seemed off though, as the moan of pleasure slipped from her lips. Why was it his smile that made her knees shake with embarrassment, not being naked in front of so many as her American friend slid his finger inside her. He took his finger away and showed his blonde friend and said, “Curious, she’s turned on, get her room number.”
Yuna was turned on and couldn’t help but ask, “what is curious?”
He looked at her, tilting his head slighly before sliding his right hand back between her legs. She moaned again as she felt his finger begin to slide back and forth on her wet clit.
Henry pointed at Moon and said, “come over here.” Moon moved over immediately, but Yuna knew her friend well and saw a brief moment of distress her eyes. Henry slid his left hand to Moon’s crotch and said, “open your legs slightly.” To which she did. It wasn’t strange at all. His finger rubbed her and she made a startled gasping noise.
Yuna thought the noise was wrong, it was discomfort, but Henry’s fingers sliding inside her felt amazing. Then his left hand was in her face, under her nose. The scent was pussy and . . . barely there. She was catching the smallest scent of her friends pussy. Another moan escaped her lips.
Henry turned back to Yuna, “Why,” he asked, “are you turned on, tell me honestly. Women are almost never turned on by this unless I tell them to be or make them think I am their lover. But you aren’t just aroused, you are eager. Explain.”
She opened her mouth, and at his word honesty, she realized she couldn’t lie to him or herself. She felt the hard truth and an insane idea formed in her brain. An impossible incredible, but not strange thing, that would explain everything.
“It’s mind control isn’t it,” she said with wonder. Her brain starting to spin at the idea. “Nothing is wrong or strange,” she said, “but something isn’t right. I’m naked in front of my friends . . .”
She felt week at the knees, his finger inside her forcing pleasure through her body not helping, and she collapsed into him. Kim tittered, “Yuna,” she said, “your making a scene!”
Henry caught her, taking his hand from her pussy, and held her until she could stand. He smelled odd. A sweet cologne with a touch of orange, mixed with a sweaty male musk. It should have been an unpleasant smell, sweaty man. White American man to boot, they always smelt so pungent, but she felt herself responding.
“I shouldn’t be doing this, I think,” she whispered, “but I am and I don’t think I have a choice, which I think maybe should worry me. But it doesn’t, it turns me on because I have a secret mind control fetish and I’m turned on by forced exhibitionism.”
All three of her friends erupted into giggles at that and Kim called to the boys, “Yuna is turned on by hypnotists!”
This was what it felt like. It was real. Somehow she realized that while this wasn’t strange, it was the most insane thing ever.
“In a moment,” he said, “I’m going to tell everyone hear to forget, I instead want you to think this experience was a fantasy, a day dream.
He smirked and continued down the line, showing little interest in most of the other women. Then he called out for them to dress and when they were done, he told them to forget everything after the Captain finished speaking, but to remember what he had told them about things not being strange on the ship.
Yuna almost stumbled as the Captain turned to leave. She had zoned out into the crazies sex day dream and it had left her horny. She felt great though. Better than she had all day, other than the heat between her legs that she was having trouble ignoring. She felt an excitement for this cruise. It would be a great two weeks, Maybe she would meet someone cute, a hook up, who knew. But first, she really needed to get to her room and take a few minutes to see to the almost painful need to cum.
Her eyes fell on the American man who was standing by the captain. Though, she realized, he had never actually spoken, she didn’t know that he was an American, but she felt certain of it. He was saying to bring the next group in and looking over a clip board held by the blonde in the bikini. He was really very cute. A good friend, though she couldn’t remember his name for some reason.
She nearly ran to her cabin, staying with her friends only to avoid embarrassment. She had the cabin to herself, as she had been meant to share it with her now ex. The moment the door closed and locked behind her, she was stripping. She didn’t even take off her bra, pinching her nipple lightly, and her panties only made it to below her knees, before she had to use the hand between her legs.
It was the Americans face that was in her mind as the orgasm grew. Not from far away though, even though he had never been closer to her than 50 feet, she saw his face up close, her fingers wet with her, his fingers inside her. Telling her to do things that she had to . . . the orgasm hit her.
Lying there exhausted afterwards, she felt herself smiling. This WOULD be a great vacation.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/jmgc29/mf_ship_control_humldubconmind_control
Damn, this is really, really pretty.
I would definitely like to read more of this.