Somnus Nox Series Mind-Control Erotica #1

My office is my sanctuary-my safe place. When you’re a guy like me, with the… specific tastes I have, you need that.

My eyes track the gorgeous dancer flitting across my phone screen. With one upward swipe of my thumb, the video is transferred from my phone to the larger screen before me. Three monitors loom above me, all on platforms across my desk. The rest of the room is dark around me.

Everything is between me and the illumination of the screens.

Soon, it’ll be between me and the tiny ballerina.

Nina, nineteen years old, is the prima fucking ballerina in her freshman class where she studies dance, and I, as her devoted father, attend every one of her recitals. Of course, she doesn’t entirely know that the videos I take of her aren’t simply the actions of a proud dad.

No.

I’m watching those videos now and growing hard in my slacks. One of my monitors bounces a logo around: Somnus Nox, a blocky “S” in vibrant, neon blue with a slash-through that contains Nox in white cursive. I turn off the monitor. I don’t need any distractions, not even from the app that might actually make my plans a reality.

My erection grows as I track my eyes up her thin, muscled legs, leading up into that fucking tutu that barely conceals the leotard that hugs every part of her that I’ve yet to explore. Nina dances across the stage, the spotlights flooding her.

My daughter-my talented, gorgeous daughter. The pride of my life.

She lifts a leg elegantly and extends it, practically inviting everyone to look between her legs. I do-I do intently and hiss out a breath. Her eyes lock onto the camera, and I remember how she looked right at me at that moment last weekend during the recital. The world faded away-it always does when Nina looks at me.

Sometimes, it’s hard to goddamn breathe around her.

It’s like the moment she begins to perform, it’s for me-for her dad, whom she always boasts comes to every show and is always proud of her and sings her praises. I smirk at the screen, thinking of her friend from the ballet company telling Nina I was hot.

A total DILF, Nina’s friend had sniggered.

And Nina… she had looked back at me, and her gaze had landed a second too long before she cringed.

Had it been forced or not?

Either way, I didn’t care.

She had looked at me, and she hadn’t looked disgusted.

The bulge in my pants demands more attention, and I briefly palm myself. I catch a groan before it can slip past my teeth. I’ve held on for so long-I can go a little longer.

My desire for Nina has grown over the last couple of months. Her long, dark brown hair has been growing out in gorgeous curls down her back. She’d cut it all off last summer in a rebellious phase after we’d argued. Her breasts are small due to the ballerina figure she maintains, but I see how her nipples peak through her towel every time she runs from the bathroom to her room after a shower. I’m not a picky man with size; all that matters is that everything Nina has belongs to her.

I crave her. I crave my daughter, and I’ve come to terms with that through months of chasing this desire in the privacy of my office.

I’m fucking tired of keeping it a secret. Of stuffing my cock back into my pants every time she enters without fucking knocking. Of quickly swiping off a picture of her or a video of her latest performance.

No, it’s time.

She’s a big girl; she can handle this.

It’s time I actually do something about these goddamn endless hard-ons and raging desire. I don’t want the sweet dreams anymore; I want her body to be my reality. Pausing the video of Nina mid-pirouette, I switch to the Somnus Nox app on my phone. I clear through my three walls of passcodes and bring up the drop-down menu.

Nina’s Phone.

I click it.

Do you want to gain remote access? the app asks. Yes/No.

I overheard Nina on the phone before coming into my office. She mentioned something about checking out a dancer’s Instagram live who is supposedly doing some guided ballet thing, so I know she’s using her phone. Good. This won’t work otherwise.

The app buffers briefly before a green tick animates across my screen. I wait another minute before standing up. I pick up my earbuds case from my desk to block out the sound waves from hacking her phone and pick up a sleep-tracking watch for Nina.

After shutting down my monitors, I leave my office and go in search of my daughter.

I slip off my boots before I tread over the hall. Slowly, I go up the stairs, my palm gliding over the banister.

You can turn back, I tell myself. You can go back into your office and-

And what? Jerk off to Nina another few times, convincing myself I can fuck a woman I pick up at a bar and it’ll satisfy me? My tastes are dark. I won’t keep denying myself of them. No, I’m doing this.

I head upstairs and stand outside Nina’s door.

It’s open a crack, and I peek through. Nina had been at practice earlier today, having come straight home to shower, and she’s wearing the fluffy baby pink lounge suit I bought her for Christmas last year.

Her ass is raised, and her hands brace over her head in a downward dog position. Her hair hangs forward, loose and drying from her shower. I can’t help but smile. My hand clenches around the rubber band of the sleep tracker before I knock mockingly.

“Nina?” I call out, knowing she won’t answer me. “Can I come in?”

I laugh to myself, entering my daughter’s room. It’s wide, swathes of white and soft pink everywhere, like a goddamn candy cane. But pink looks good on her-fuck, it looks amazing on her.

She’s facing her bed, her hands and feet sinking into the plush white rug beneath her. I want her spread out on her bed, but the rug works, too. I move around her, adjusting myself in my pants, until I walk around to see her face. I crouch in front of her.

Her soft, brown eyes are open but not wide, and her lips part as if the workout has been slightly exerting.

“Hey, baby,” I say, brushing my knuckles over her cheek. My cock twitches at the lack of response. I brush her hair back from where it hangs over her shoulders. Nina does not even flinch-she remains placid with a vacant stare. Just in case, I glance at her phone on the floor next to her. There’s a flashing red coming through her camera lens that lets me know that Somnus Nox is connected. Her phone screen itself has turned black, and the simple words Somnus Activated flashes.

My daughter is utterly under mind control.

I look back at her.

I smile.

I don’t want to try the voice command yet; instead, I lean over to slip the watch around her tiny wrist.

The tracker beeps to life, counting her heartbeats.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Everything looks normal. Her heart beats at a standard sleeping pace, and I snap my fingers in front of her face just to check. Nina doesn’t even flinch.

“Good girl,” I tell her quietly, my voice shaking in the room. I clear my throat, laughing at my own nerves.

I’m not nervous-I’m not.

Somnus Nox is a mind-control app I’ve been working on for many years. I’ve already earned millions from licensing. And if I want to test it on a personal project…

There’s nobody to stop me.

Not even Nina herself.

Time to test this, I think to myself.

I sit back on the edge of her bed, my legs parted. At this angle, it looks like she’s looking directly at my erection. God, what I’ll give to have her mouth buried on it, desperate for my cock.

“Strip,” I command her, testing the compliance. “Strip, and then twirl for me like the pretty little ballerina you are.” My voice is almost mocking.

Nina’s body begins to move, and for a second, my own heartbeat spikes at the thought that she’s moving of her own accord, but her movements are robotic. I can’t help my satisfied smile as Nina begins to unzip the fluffy lounge jacket, revealing the strappy crop top beneath, baring her pale, small waist.

Her tits never press together, they’re too small, but her nipples perk with the cold air as soon as she tugs the crop top over her head. My cock jumps as I watch her, my mouth going dry.

“That’s it,” I encourage, as if she can understand me properly. “Now, the pants. Turn around, and show me that ass.”

Nina drops her jacket and crop top to the floor. I kick it out of the way, taking in every inch of freckled skin. Her hands fall to the waistband of her lounge pants, and she begins tugging them down. I’m fucking salivating when she finally reveals the pretty, black thong she’s wearing beneath.

I chuckle under my breath. “Fucking naughty,” I mutter. Beyond this day, I know that the knowledge that Nina wears thongs will never leave my mind.

The pants are kicked off, and she turns around to show me that perfect ass that barely jiggles as she tugs her thong off, dropping it without performance.

“Twirl,” I remind her.

Nina’s body immediately snaps up into a perfect line, her arms lifted above her head, her fingers meeting to form a circle. She rises up on her tiptoes and executes a perfect twirl, her hair splaying out around her.

Her body is utterly bare to me, and I can barely contain myself.

“Stop,” I command.

Nina does immediately, the front of her body facing me.

She’s fully shaved between her legs-a precaution, likely, given her skimpy ballerina outfits. I can’t help but reach out to trace my index finger over the smooth, shaved skin. It feels so smooth and fresh. I shudder, pulling my hand back.

I lean back, my hands braced behind me, as I look my daughter up and down.

Her eyes bore into mine-not seeing but rapt with attention, as her controller.

“Will you answer me, Nina?” I asked, cocking my head. “Will you say yes, Daddy, when I ask you to?”

Nina’s head bobs in agreeance, that vacant look still on her face.

I can’t help myself from smacking her thigh. “Good girl. I’ve been watching your videos, Nina. You’re pretty fucking impressive. No wonder they give you the goddamn leads in every performance. I like the videos. They’re my little personal…” My eyes rove over her. “Treasure trove.”

But nothing compares to her body, like this, right in front of me.

It’s wrong-I know it’s wrong-but I’ve already begun slipping into the dark hole of my desire. I want to ride it all out.

“You were doing that yoga pose, weren’t you?” I ask. “The downward dog. How about you do that now?”