The mask was beautiful. Harsh white porceline with accents of gold, silver and ebony framing the eye. It was designed to cover one eye, the nose and stop just over the mouth. Beautiful feathers reaching out the back. You bought it for a halloween party. And it was... well, the best party you had. For the first time you were able to let loose. To enjoy yourself. But, well, taking it off afterwards, you felt yourself with some headaches. Something was reaching into your mind. And wrapping itself around your core. You'd found yourself wearing it more and more often, just around the house. And, well, things seemed more simple. Easier when wearing it. Impulsive decisions made more sense. Just do that thing. Don't worry too much.
And that was when you met me. I was new to the college. Your best friends brother. An old friend you grew up with moving to the college? Just someone you had known for a long while who turned up. And suddenly, there was a voice whispering in your ear. Telling you what to do. What you might do. What might be. And it felt good. It felt great. And taking off the mask felt oh so bad. Whatever might happen next?
(Mind controlling mask with an MxF romance and submissive plot!)
