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I don't know what my daughter did to piss her off - and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But she did something.
Gypsies don't just go around cursing 18-year-old girls for no reason.
It was some kind of ancient mind-control spell that she used.
"Daddy, she's making me do things! Tell her to stop!" Rose complained.
But when I strode up to the old gypsy sooth-sayer and demanded that she let my daughter loose, she gave ME the power to control my daughter's innocent mind instead.
With payment later, of course.
Stories Included:
* Mind Control 11: Mind Controlled My Mom & Aunt With My VR Headset
* Mind Control 12: My Wife Helped Me Hypnotize My Sister
* Mind Control 13: Gypsy Cursed My Daughter
* Mind Control 14: Gave My Daughter A Cursed Dildo
* Mind Control 15: Hypnotized My Daughter With A Magic Mind Control Flute
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I don't know what my daughter did to piss her off - and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But she did something.
Gypsies don't just go around cursing 18-year-old girls for no reason.
It was some kind of ancient mind-control spell that she used.
"Daddy, she's making me do things! Tell her to stop!" Rose complained.
But when I strode up to the old gypsy sooth-sayer and demanded that she let my daughter loose, she gave ME the power to control my daughter's innocent mind instead.
With payment later, of course.
Why did I take it? Why hadn't I just told her to reverse the curse?
At first, I had pure intentions.
"Now the old hag has no control over you anymore, sweety."
"Oh thank you, daddy! You're my hero!" She wrapped her long, sexy arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. "Did you beat her up? Kick her while she was down?" Rose was grinning from ear to ear.
READ MORE"Uh, not exactly. But she promised she'd never control you again."
"Good!" She pecked me on the cheek again and ran off to her room.
Leaving me to ponder my new-fangled power.
My daughter's burning kiss was branded on my cheek.
She'd never kissed me like that before. Had her lips lingered for a millisecond longer than normal?
I didn't tell her that the old witch or whatever the hell she was had given me the power - how could I?
But it really was a curse, wasn't it?
For days I struggled with the mind control curse. I watched my daughter go about her daily routine, knowing that at any point I could give her a mental - or spoken - command and she'd be compelled to obey.
Any command.
When I first broke, I promised myself I'd just use it for innocent things.
* Rose, honey, would you bring daddy a beer from the fridge?
My heart chugged in my chest and my hands grew clammy the moment I had thought those thoughts.
"Sure, daddy!" Rose had been in her room working on her computer, but the moment I thought the command, she rose from her desk and skipped to the kitchen, a smile on her pretty face.
"Thank you, sweetie." I took the cold one from her slender fingers. "You like helping daddy out, don't you?"
"I love it, daddy! There's nothing more in the world I want to do than to help you!" She sang, then skipped back to her room.
I sat there, the ice-cold beer in my grasp, shaking.
I'd...I'd just mind-controlled my daughter.
It was something I never thought I'd ever say. It had been so easy, too. Just a simple thought sent in her direction. No effort.
That weighed heavily on my mind. I could make her do anything I wanted. I never had to get up to grab another beer again. Or cook. Or clean the house. I had a literal, live-in maid.
But I also had something else.
Something that - until now, until the gypsy's curse - I had never thought of.
I had my daughter.
I could do anything I wanted with her.
The thought was so heavy it was almost depressing. I had to fight myself not to think those nasty thoughts.
Thoughts about my daughter's small, petite breasts or her smooth, sexy legs. Or the ripe curves of her child-bearing hips.
Stop it, Dave! Get a hold of yourself. Rose is your daughter! The fruit of your loins!
But I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Instead, I began controlling her more and more.
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