Mind Control Fiction – by Russell Twyce

The Mind Control Pendant – Part One

Ben is successful enough in his work life but not a suave guy.  It seemed that as far as women were concerned, he was invisible.  A girl’s eyes would sweep by him with nary a hesitation, to focus on the other men.  Night after disappointing night, he went to nightclubs seeking to pick up a girl, and then would invariably go home alone.

“Nah.”  The luckless with women Ben answered.  “That above link is just a shameless plug this Mind Control Fiction story’s author has inserted.  If I read an amazing book, then I’d have no problem picking up girls and this ‘Mind Control Pendant’ story would be pointless.”

So instead of doing the smart thing and following the incredible advice of a proven master at picking up girls from nightclubs, Ben surfed over to Ebay and he bought a mind control charm. Duh!  And that is where this mind control fiction really begins.

“This mind control pendant is like really cool.”  Ben said aloud as he removed the fairly expensive mind control amulet from the packaging.  Temperature wise, the mind control device wasn’t actually cool: it was slightly warm.  The mind-controlling medallion also had a very subtle vibration.  “My mind control purchase has a money back guarantee.  If I can’t pick up a girl with it, I can return it for a full refund.”

“Aim your mental orders towards the mind you want to control.  The person must be in your direct line-of-sight.”  Ben read the very simple instructions that were included with the mind control tool.  “The mind control amulet will do the rest.”

“Do not become disillusioned if the mind control charm doesn’t seem to work at first.”  The mind control aspirant continued to read aloud.  “The brain operates on a range of amplitudes but mind control is only possible on a few of those frequencies.  Just try again until you find someone currently in a control receptive state of mind.”

Warning!”  The final paragraph was in bold print.  “A brain does NOT remain in any one state of mind indefinitely.  A mind that you can exert control over one day, may well be uncontrollable the next time you attempt mind control.”

That was all that was written on the page.  The sheet’s reverse had instructions for cleaning the mind control device.  It also gave safety advice suggesting the mind control pendant could present a choking hazard to toddlers.

End of Part One

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The Mind Control Pendant – Part Two

Ben is now in his favorite nightclub.  He never manages to scores with a girl here but at least his failed pick up attempts are rewarded with stunning eye-candy.  The girls here are hotter than anywhere else in town.  They strut, preen and compete with the other girls for the guys’ attentions.

‘Look over my way.’  Ben sends out a mental message to a particularly spectacular blond wearing a tight black dress.  The mind control charm is a comfortable weight on his chest.  But the remarkable young woman remains in rapt conversation with her two girlfriends.

“That one didn’t work.”  Ben mutters into his whiskey and coke. “Maybe I should have just bought that how to pick up girls book after all.  My friend certainly gave it his highest praise when he told me to.

Ben then sets his eyes to looking for a next girl to try his mind control on.  It is a target rich environment but on the chance of success in mind control, he wants the situation to be conducive.

“Completely controlling a girl’s mind,” Ben supposes in a whisper to his own ears, “only to have her big boyfriend come back from the toilet to find her with me, might not turn out so pleasant.”

“The mind control amulet’s instructions told me not to become disillusioned.”  The lonely man tries to console himself after his next several mind control attempts have also failed.  And then Ben spies her.

“Whoa!”  He reacts to an attractive brunette.  She seems to be alone but he holds his mind-controlling thoughts in check pending a few minutes of visual investigation.  The girl takes her drink from the waitress and then idly looks around the nightclub.

“Oh please be mine.”  Ben wishes before beginning his next mind control pick up run.  The young woman in his pick up sights is exceptionally lovely, seemingly here all alone and her body in her skimpy red frock is to die for.

‘Look over my way’.  He sends the mind control order – and she obeys it.  Ben sees her tilt her head slightly as if wondering why she looked, but her eyes are on him.

‘That’s right my beauty,’ he sends, ‘my virile presence has drawn your interest.  Now smile at me.’  And she complies.  Her hair is bobbed short and it curls to frame her face into a heart shape.  Her skin is fair and her eyes are a warm brown.

‘Pick up your drink and come over to me.’  Ben issues the mental order after having returned her smile with his clumsy grin.  The girl instantly follows his command but in halting steps.

“I’m Ben.”

“I’m Lisa.”  She says in a distracted manner.  The non-controlled part of her mind is seemingly churning over what is happening to her.

They engage in small talk for a while with Ben supplying mental nudges to keep the conversation progressing along his track.

“Let’s go somewhere else.”  Ben suggests.

“But…”  Lisa begins but on his mental command of ‘come with me’, she acquiesces.

“Where shall we go?”  Ben asks as he considers his options.  He didn’t prepare for such a phenomenal mind control success: his place is a mess.  ‘Suggest we get a room’.

“Why don’t we find a hotel?”  The girl says in a trembling voice.

“Why didn’t I think of that?”  Ben quips sarcastically.  He drives to the nicest hotel in town.  This girl is absolutely worth the best.  He isn’t hurting for money either.  Ben earns plenty.  Without a wife or girlfriend to spend it on, he has more than enough.

“Let me take your jacket.”  Ben says when they are in a suite.  ‘Take off your dress too.’  He adds a mind control order.  He turns back from placing her coat on a hook, to see her standing in her bra and g-string.  “Oh!  You know what you want!”

“No I don’t.”  Her voice is timid.  Clad only in her underwear, the petite girl looks like a pixie shorn of her wings.  Without control of her own mind, she is at his mercy.

“Then let me show you.”  He sends a command.  ‘Kiss me passionately.’

In moments, they are both naked and in the big double bed.  But then Ben realizes there is one other preparation his lack of confidence in the mind control pendant has brought.  He doesn’t have any condoms handy.

‘Tell me it’s okay for us to have unprotected sex.’  He issues an urgent instruction and as he’s come to expect, she follows his mind control cues perfectly.

“I should go.”  Lisa says after they’ve been intimate – twice.

“Stay here.” Ben pleads but he stacks the deck with some mind control.  ‘Sleep.’  He’s looking forward to some morning frolic and doesn’t want it to be with his usual five-fingered partner.

“Such a cute little angel.”  Ben remarks in response to her sleeping face.  He takes his mind control amulet off and kisses it before setting the amazing pick up pendant on the nightstand.  “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you! This is the turning point of my life”

End of Part Two
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How to Pick Up a Girl – The Sneaky Pubic Hair Ploy

Again I’ll stress that for the best information on how to pick up girls, you really need to listen to a true master pick up artist like Adonis. My stories here are only for humorous entertainment and I DON’T recommend that you try these tactics. This section of my site contains mind control FICTION tales of how to pick up girls.

The Pubic Hair Ploy is mind control fiction by Russell Twyce

Is that a pubic hair?

“Excuse me miss,” a restaurant patron flags over a very cute waitress, “I was wondering if your cook wears a hair net.”

“Of course he does.” She answers in a genial and professional manner. “It’s a regulation.”

“Then maybe this one is a nasal hair.” The man points to his mashed potatoes.

It isn’t even a girls pubic hair

“Ooh!” The girl is suddenly flummoxed and reeling from a mental image of a hair falling from the cook’s hairy nose. “I’m so sorry.”

“Honestly darling,” the diner uses his fork to dig more of the single hair from his meal, “this seems too long to come from a nostril. I’m leaning towards supposing this hair originated in a pubic or an armpit area.” He smiles at the sudden look of mortification on her face. He leans forward om his elbows and whispers in a conspiratorial tone. “Is it one of yours?”

“I shave.” she blurts out before thinking.

“That knowledge evokes a pleasant mental image for me.” His eyes favorably access the girl he is trying to pick up and they drift downwards.

“I meant my underarms.” She stammers. The girl subjected to the mind control techniques feels that she is wrong-footed and at least one sentence behind in the exchange.

“This seems to have too much curl to be from an armpit.” He uses one tine of his fork to indicate.

Girl Shaves Her Pubic Hair

“I shave down there too.” She admits defensively.

“I wish I’d known that peach muffin was being offered.” He chuckles. “I can almost taste it now and I imagine it nearly exploding with gravy. That’s a much more appetizing after shift menu item than roast beef with penis-fur potatoes.”

This mind control fiction on how to pick up a girl is just a story.

“Uh.” The young woman’s mind spins a few loops. It has taken her a few seconds too long to realize what food he is talking about and when she finally does, she realizes that she hasn’t reacted in the indignant manner she should have employed. Now it was too late.

“Sit down before you fall down.” He slides a chair out and the girl drops into it.

“I don’t know what to say.” She stammers.

“Then just say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Perfect.” He sees that her hands are both flat on the table, as if to steady herself from toppling off the chair. He sets a friendly hand on one of hers: it is the first touch between them. “So what time will our dessert date begin?”

“I’m not off until nine.” She says but swiftly realizes that it didn’t come out as a brush-off. Instead, it could be interpreted as a confirmation of a date starting at that time. This was just happening all so fast. She looked down at her hand, his friendly gesture had turned into a caress as his finger tips gently played in the crotches between her knuckles. It felt good. Then the young woman laughs and repeats his one especially humorous line. “Penis-fur potatoes!”

“I’m Dan.” The man says to remove the obstacle of still being strangers. “And from your name tag, I’m guessing that you’re Kelly.” His mind control efforts to accomplish the pick up is nearly done.

“Hi.” She looks up from his friendly hand to his twinkling eyes. His smile reminds her of what his lips wanted to do with her muffin. The pick up guy has planted subliminal mind control to make that thought sexually stimulating for her.

She waits for him to add another line to his remarkable pick up procedure, but he remains silent. It is as if he has drilled fifteen balls into her mind’s court and is now waiting for her to lob one back. She chooses the physical cue to respond to. She collects up the pick up artist’s hand that has been stroking hers and she holds it.

“I wish we could just go now.” The girl says after a moment. She has been wondering about the offending pubic hair and surmises it is from the cook. He is creepy and undresses her with his eyes. She doesn’t dare to think about what he might’ve been doing that would’ve put a hair in the mashed potatoes.

“Tell them I’m friend and that something has come up.” The guy picking up the girl grins: his mind control mission is all but accomplished. He doesn’t have to ponder on where the hair came from. He already knows. It’s one of his that he intentionally put into his own meal as the first step in his quest to pick up a girl.

“Good idea.” The mind controlled girl stood up. “Give me a few minutes to get my jacket and to take the rest of the shift off.”

The End of this Mind Control Fiction

The Girl’s Pubic Hair Ploy

Author’s Notes – I started writing this short mind control fiction story with the intention of it only being a humorous depiction of how to pick up girls. But as I worked on how to pick up girls – Pubic Hair Ploy, I stared to like it better on several different levels. At the beginning of this mind control fiction on how to pick up girls, I warned readers that this how to pick up girls was fiction and that it might not work to pick up a girl. But I have to rescind that. From what I know about mind control, I think the how to pick up a girl scenario I presented might actually be effective.

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How to Pick up Girls – Pluck Me

Short Fictional Pick Ups by Russell Twyce

Howie was utterly hopeless at picking up girls. That is even putting his total lack of success at picking up girls mildly. He was worse than pathetic at pick up lines and inept in the extreme at approaching girls. Some people went so far as to suggest that Howie couldn’t get lucky with a girl, if he walked into a whore house with a sack of gold over his shoulder. That might’ve been a bit harsh, albeit likely true, of his inability to get laid.

One thing certainly didn’t assist Howie in his efforts at picking up a girl and that was his name. His non-shortened name of Howard wasn’t exactly ‘babe magnetic’. But the diminutive name of Howie wasn’t any better, it might’ve even been worse at thwarting his effort at picking up girls. To further decrease his chances, his surname was Dudley. Howie Dudley.

Howie’s non-attractive moniker was a result of his mother being overly protective. She believed if she could prevent her son from getting laid, then she wouldn’t ever have to worry about Howie having a wife or girlfriend that she didn’t approve of. So far, her plan was working perfectly. Neither Howie nor his name had yet succeeded at picking up a girl.

Howie’s physical looks were not spectacular either. His ears poked out and he had overly prominent cheekbones that were strewn with freckles: he looked a lot like Howdy Doody. But most reading this won’t know of Howdy-Doody the puppet character from the early age of television, so we’ll leave that alone and stick to Howie’s trying to pick up a girl – ANY girl.

Looks aren’t as important as you might suppose. I could likely teach a male wart hog how to score with a female gazelle.

There is one more thing in the rambling beginning of this how to pick up girls tale that I want to mention. Like many of my stories, this fiction has its roots in fact. I did actually know a guy like this once. His name wasn’t Howard Dudley but we did often call him Howdy Doody and he was renown for his failures at picking up girls. The real life Howie wouldn’t give people a high-five for fear of some harm coming to his only sex partner.

But back to this story about picking up girls. Whether or not Howie could actually pick up a girl in a whorehouse had never been determined because Howie didn’t have the gold. That changed when he won a large prize in the lottery. And that’s really where this story of a unique attempt at picking up a girl begins.

Previously, Howie had heard that the world’s best pick up line was “I have a credit card and I know how to use it”. Up to now though, Howie Dudley hadn’t possessed the requisite credit card. He still didn’t have the credit card, he had applied but had not received it yet. Howdy Doody had better: he now had cash and scads of it.

“Would you like to pluck me?” Howie asked the girl he wanted to pick up.

“That was rude but ineffective.” She replied. The girl was truly hot. She looked similar to the babe above left on the banner image.

“I didn’t ask what you thought you heard.” Howie spoke louder to overcome the nightclub’s music.
“I said, ‘pluck’ me.”

“And is that supposed to make a difference?” The girl scolded with her hands on her hips like a mother threatening to wash a youngster’s mouth out with soap over a dirty word utterance. “I’m sure you meant it the way it sounded at first.”

“No.” Howie began unbuttoning his shirt’s top two buttons. “I mean ‘yes’ it makes a difference because I actually did mean pluck.”

“What are you doing?” The sexy girl reacts to his starting to disrobe. The girl was attired in a skimpy black dress that showed a lot of her body off and were she to take it suddenly off, nobody would mind at all. Howie’s physique was not quite up to that caliber and none really wanted to see it. Especially not the girl he wanted to pick up.

“I have these all over my body, fastened to my skin.” Howie Dudley opened his shirt to show that he had numerous hundred-dollar bills taped to his chest. “If we go and naked together, you can pluck me to your heart’s content. Of course, you will not be able to actually see I’m totally nude, until you’ve completely finished plucking me.”

Did Howie succeed? Is that an excellent method of how to pick up girls?