The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1. Service With a Smile

The girls ended up at a restaurant across from the mall. It seemed to be a family restaurant but was also opened twenty-four hours—probably to cater to the bar and club crowd. When they walked in a blonde about their age or maybe slightly older was talking on the phone and looked at them like they inconveniencing her by their presence.

“Smoking or nonsmoking?” Complete disinterest in the answer.

Chandra spoke, “Nonsmoking usually but it does not seem like anyone is smoking so I really would like a booth by the window?”

“Where ever you like.” She returned to the phone call, glad to be free of her responsibilities. Her deliberately tousled hair pinned up haphazardly bobbed as she got back into her discussion.

Chandler and Barbie exchanged looks but did not say anything immediately. A busboy with roaming eyes poured them water and told them that their waitress would be right there. They both smiled and thanked him.

“Unless you want to hop up on the table and stroke yourself to orgasm that bitch is getting it.”

“No, go ahead.”

“REALLY?”

“I have always hated that type—they think they are better than every one else because they are blonde.”

“Well, you are not that far off either, Lil Miss Honey Highlights.”

“Ha ha. But don’t do anything too extreme. Just mess with her a little.”

“I cannot promise that but I will try to put a statute of limitations on whatever I do. Deal?”

“Deal.”

A friendly looking waitress in her forties (her name tag said Maggie) walked up to them and they realized that they had yet to look at the menu. While they quickly perused the menu blonde girl called out for Maggie to hurry up. Chandra asked what Blonde Girl’s name was to discover that she was a Stacy.

“Maggie, please ask Stacy to come over here for a moment and then you can wait on another table.”

“But...”

“It’s ok, you are a great waitress, we just have something to discuss with Stacy and we know that she would not mind helping us out.”

“Um, ok.” Maggie looked like it was less likely of a concept than the law of gravity suddenly failing.

Chandra looked in Maggie’s eyes and smiled. “Trust me.”

Maggie smiled back. “I will go get her.”

The girls watched the conversation. Maggie delivering the message and Stacy looking over with a lifted eyebrow. Stacy clearly saying ‘you take care of it’ and Maggie finally persuading her to come over which she finally did—none to fast.

“Yeah.” It was not even a question just an ‘I am here, talk to me fast so I can do something that I really want’. She stood there looking above it all with all of her gold jewelry and her prissy little midlength brown skirt and watching top.

Chandra looked at Stacy and kept looking—their eyes locked for several uncomfortable seconds where Stacy apparently could not look away. Finally Chandra spoke.

“Sit down, Stacy.” To Stacy’s apparent amazement she sat. “My name is Chandra and this is my sexy little slut, Barbie.”

“What, what do you want from me? Why am I even sitting here?”

“Because I told you to. I am now going to tell you to not to even think of getting up until I allow you to. For the next little while you will listen to me, and to Barbie for that matter. When we ask you a question you will be honest and polite. Nod if you understand what I am asking ... good.

Stacy, what gives you the right to be such a rude bitch?”

“My father owns the restaurant.” Stacy looked amazed that she seemingly could not help but sit there and answer.

“Ah. And what is your job description?”

“To seat people and ring them up when they are through.”

“Does Maggie know how to use the register?”

“Yes.”

“Good, you can get up in a minute. You will then walk over to Maggie and request that she take over the register and seating, you will ask Maggie not to seat anyone on either side of us, and you will then ask the other waitresses to divide up Maggie’s section with the exception of this table. You will then take your ass to the kitchen and get us something to eat.”

“You want me to wait your table!”

“For starters, yes. And who said blondes were stupid? I will take a veggie burger and fries and Barbie will have a...?”

“Grilled chicken salad and an iced tea. Can you give me extra ranch dressing?”

“For an extra quarter.”

“Then I guess you are pitching in a quarter Stacy. The iced tea sounds excellent. Go now and hurry back.” Stacy got up and walked over to Maggie while looking clearly very confused.

Barbie spoke. “Does that give you a head ache?”

“No. It is more effort the more ‘persuasion’ I use but it seems to be getting easier. Besides, once you start persuading people they seem to have to justify the new urges and so, as near as I can figure, they change on their own in other ways to accept the new ideas. Also if I tell someone to be honest or to take my opinions to heart then everything after that that pertains sorta just piggybacks and is not direct ‘persuasion.’

I meant what I said—we have had a good day so I would like your input on Stacy as we go.”

“I do not know—I feel weird about that.”

“Don’t. It will be fun and she deserves it. It is up to you—the invitation is there. Did I mention how nice your tits look in that outfit?”

“No.” Barbie felt herself blush and a jolt of desire ran through her. Barbie was pretty turned on—a combination of the interrupted masturbation session, Chandra’s sexual comments to her, her makeover and just being close to a girl that she could no longer look at in a nonsexual way made her very aroused. Also the thought of putting Stacy in her place did not reduce her horniness one bit.

They discussed their day at the mall and Barbie was able to laugh at how Chandra stole her thunder at all of the stores. Finally Stacy returned with their drinks and meal and Chandra ordered her to sit down. She sat immediately but opted to sit next to Barbie as if she perceived that as the safer move.

“First, don’t mind my full mouth, the drinks should have been here almost immediately. I know that you are unused to work but I am sure that you have noticed that drinks should not appear with the meal, but before it.

Secondly, I only see one little cup of ranch here—I could have sworn Barbie wanted extra.”

“I told the guy in the kitchen to give extra.”

“He is not our waitress—you are. Tell me what you are thinking—honestly. In fact for the rest of the conversation I demand honesty.”

“I am thinking that you are fuckin’ bitches from hell,” Stacy said while looking horrified at her own reply, “and that I wish you would go the hell away.”

“I am a ‘fuckin bitch from hell’ because I want enough ranch dressing? And Chandra is a bitch because she is giving Maggie a rest and expecting you to tell the truth? JYou DO need an attitude adjustment!” Barbie was one pissed off doll!

“I could not have said it better myself, Babs.” Chandra sounded amused.

“I would send your miserable ass back to the kitchen but that would delay us giving you that adjustment. I have known useless bitches like you my whole life—lazy as hell and thinking the world owes them something. Hell, I have worked with bitches like you.”

“I guess this means that we are partners.” Chandra not only sounded amused—she looked it. “Shall we begin?”

“Absolutely!”

“First suggestion is yours, Barbie. Do not worry about if it is nice or not.”

“Ok, you said a minute ago “he is not our waitress, you are’—can I change the term to ‘servant girl’?”

“Absolutely! Stacy, look at me. You are our servant girl—in fact that is a good thing to be—not just for us but for other people.

To expound on what Barbie said, and I am happy to see that we are on the same wavelength, your job here is about to change. You will tell your daddy that you want to waitress and will make sure that Maggie gets your current job. You will convince him of this however you can. If you understand say ‘Yes, I understand’? Do you understand?

“Yes, I ... I understand.”

“Good. You will take pleasure in being a good waitress only in your mind it will be ‘good servant girl’. You will want to do your best—go that extra mile and it will make you feel good when you have done so. You will always be pleasant and in a good mood—do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” Stacy was looking terrified.

“Stacy, these things we discuss are nothing to be scared of—we are trying to help you be a better happier, person and we know what is good for you. Listening to us and taking our advice is the key to happiness. Do you understand that?”

“Yes ... I understand.” Stacy looked calmer.

“When you please a woman you will get a sense of accomplishment. When you please a man you will get a sense of inner peace and start to get horny. There will be a cumulative effect—the more men you please the hornier you will get. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good, because a job well done a thing of beauty. There is only on exception to this rule—if a woman seems to be interested in you, if she seems to find you appealing, then your response will be the same as it would be for a man. Pleasing her will make you horny and happy. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“How am I doing Barbie?”

“Great, just ... great.” Barbie looked even more aroused as she gazed at Chandra with adoration.

“Tell me, do you think that you are better than Maggie and the rest of the people that work here?”

“Um hmmm.” Chandra found it amusing when people compelled to be honest gave a ‘wrong answer’. The fear that came into their eyes when their true feelings were revealed was an aphrodisiac.

“And I bet that you feel you are better than your average customer?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I am pretty and my father owns the place.”

“And because you are blonde and relatively attractive?”

“Yes but I am more than relatively attractive.” Stacy definitely knew she was digging herself deeper but was powerless to shut up.

“I disagree. You are not ugly and I would go so far as to say that you are pretty but most of that is based on being young—no wrinkles and a firm body. You are not the type to age well ... but that is not the point ... basically you feel that you are superior to most people. Yes?

“Yes, I guess I do feel that way.”

“You can see why YOU pissed me off, right Babs? You were not THAT bad but there is a similarity.”

“Oh crap, I did suck!”

“Yep.” Chandra was also subtly encouraging Barbie to dislike Stacy—all the better to keep the fun going and not have Barbie’s conscience rear up.

“Ok, Stacy. In our opinion, which is really all that matters to you, you are not better than anyone else. In fact the only way to be even AS GOOD AS any one else is by serving them—being of use. That is why Barbie and I are here—to help you with this.

Part of being a good servant girl is always looking your best. That mane of hair that is falling all over the place is not exactly sanitary but overall it is effective so I suggest you keep it. I like the fact that it looks like you rolled out of bed—nice effect.

Now what to do with all the residual horniness from being such a good servant—What-To-Do? Barbie, what would YOU suggest?”

“I don’t know.” Barbie was starting to feel like maybe this was not such a good idea—like maybe she would regret this later, like maybe is she made no more suggestions then she would not be really at fault—at least not too much.

“I think that you DO have an idea and are just do not want to say it. That’s ok—jump in whenever you like.

Now, Stacy, this next part is rather tricky since your daddy owns the place but we are here to help. I want you to wear your uniform as tight and as short as you can get away with. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Excellent. Now I want you to make sure that all of the men you serve consider you friendly. Beyond the smile and the exceptional service I feel that you should always make eye contact and hold it for an extra second or two. Got it?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“You will find excuses to touch them ... as you seat them, as you talk to them, as you hand them their bill you will touch their hand, or shoulder, or big muscular arm to show them that you are honored to serve them. And you will start to notice things about them—whatever their most attractive feature is even if it is only their manly voice or the fact that they are willing to give you the time of day. And you will begin to have fantasies about them ... how nothing would validate a servant girl more than to serve them during her breaks and off hours.

You will be pouring a cup of coffee, while a guy will be looking down your uniform, and you will be wondering what his cock is like—how long, how thick, how delicious and you will be hoping that he gives you a chance to find out! You will feel these desires most strongly at work but also in your personal life. And some times you will be so incredibly horny that it will be hard to concentrate on your job but you will have to in order to be fulfilled and worthy to be their servant girl.

Do you understand?

“Yes, I understand.”

“You will wear as high of a heel as you can manage and you will shake your ass when you walk. You will go out of your way to draw attention to your body, to make it clear that you are horny without spelling it out—at least until it is clear that your message has been well received. Got that?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Barbie was incredibly torn between doing the right thing and joining in again. All she knew is that she was as horny as hell, off the scale horny, and it made her want to offer suggestions—to help mold Stacy into the perfect servant girl. God, it was a wonder that Chandra did not “persuade” more if it felt like this.

“Barbie, you look like you want to say something.”

“Are you psychic, too?” Barbie asked this partly as a joke and partly because sometimes she suspected just that!

“No, but my toy does not have a poker face. Stacy ... if Barbie does speak her words will carry the same weight as mine. You will listen to her and believe her and take her words to heart. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Barbie swallowed and began to speak, tremblingly at first but then gathering steam. “Stacy, you want to be a good servant girl, right?”

“Yes.” It was completely true Stacy realized. Somewhere along the line it had become her desire.

“Good. You know that sitting here like a good girl and listening to us and following our advice is part of being a proper servant so I think that the more that you listen to us the hotter and hornier you will get. Every time you are asked if you understand and you say that you do or to do what we ask the hotter you will get. In short—service with a smile”

“Ex-cell-ent!” This was said quietly by Chandra and Barbie tried not to beam at the praise. She knew that she had disappointed Chandra in the past and now to know that she was pleasing her caused her to press on and ask the inevitable question.

“Stacy, do you understand?”

“Yes ...I, I under...mmm...stand.” A look of amazement came over Stacy that undoubtedly was the result of a sudden accompanying feeling of arousal.

Barbie and Chandra looked at one another and spontaneously hi-fived.

Chandra resumed. “Needless to say you will be obsessed with fucking and sucking. You understand?”

“Ohhhh, yes, yes, I understand!” Stacy writhed around a little and her voice was more breathy and husky.

Chandra continued “And the only way to really calm this desire somewhat is to do just that ... fuck and suck. Do you understand?”

“Oh, yeah! MMM, yes, I understand.”

Barbie added. “The best way to do that is to make clear that you are available any chance that you get and to never say no—why would a servant girl ever need to use that word—especially if she has a chance to fuck and suck? If you understand THIS time, hike up your skirt.”

Stacy reached down and tremblingly did as told because—after all she did understand. Her breathing was clearly a little rapid.

“No fair, Babs! I want to see too.” Chandra was delighted at the turn of events.

“How about if I describe the view?”

“Deal.”

“She has amazing legs, better than mine really. I am kinda jealous. Long and thin but still curvy—really awesome thighs.”

“Go on.”

“Stacy, hike your skirt up more ... little white cotton panties, I kinda like them though.”

“I can see how they would suit her as long as they fit her well. Stacy, we like your panties ever so much but keep in mind that cotton with little flowers or comic book figures—cute patterns, would even be better. Spread your legs as much as you can get away with without causing a scandal, if you understand.”

“Umm, she understands, Chandra! They do appear to be a little damp.”

“Only a little, what a shame? We really need to fix that—but how about some dessert first while we consider the possibilities ... my turn next though.”

“Ok, I will just have a scoop of orange sherbet, Stacy,” ordered Barbie.

“I will have a slice of cherry pie in honor of your cotton panties, Stace! Hop to it.”

Stacy jumped up and skipped off toward the kitchen, stopping when a man in his thirties with a mustache apparently asked her a question. Stacy smiled, seemingly answered him politely, and before she left touched his arm. His eyes followed her wiggling little ass all of the way to the kitchen.

“Unbelievable. Chandra, I kinda feel bad about this.”

“I know. But she does deserves it in my opinion. How many times do people really get what they deserve in life. And, like we agreed, we can limit how long our suggestions last. Tell me, do you feel bad enough to stop?”

“No, I am not sure, and that scares me. What does it mean?”

“It means that you are getting off on this—it is making you as wet as it is Stacy and you value that more than you do the whole ethical debate.”

“How about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes, does it, does it get YOU wet too Chandra?”

Chandra looked Barbie right in the eyes and answered. “Yes, it makes me incredibly wet every time I realize that I own you, every time I know that you are getting turned on, every time you look at me with that mix of love and lust.

And it really is getting me hot as hell to give you a chance to know that feeling for yourself ... the rush of knowing that you are really holding their lives in your hands ... the sheer erotic power of wondering how far to take it, pulling back a little, and then pressing forward again.

I could make you continue but I have not and will not—it is your choice. I will forgive you if you do not continue but I will also find it cowardly and hypocritical since you will be still getting off on me doing it. I also will not be quick to offer the opportunity again.”

Barbie knew that if she continued she would turn a corner—maybe she had all ready done so—and be forever changed. She could never truly blame Chandra for things that she had herself done. All she knew is that she wanted to continue and she wanted to please Chandra but that there was a small part of her that still protested and that she would probably feel horrible either way in a little while.

2. The Servant Girl

Stacy was really confused. Her body was in turmoil but no more so than her mind. She could not believe how her body responded back at the table—not to mention when she was talking to the guy with the mustache. Dark hair with just the beginnings of gray, terrific blue eyes, and he liked her, she could tell.

God, she really wanted to run to the ladies room and get herself off but she also knew that she would end up disappointed because masturbating all by herself was not serving anyone but herself—where would the fun be?

She decided to get the desserts herself—she cut an extra generous slice of pie for Chandra and an extra scoop of sherbet for Barbie. Normally she would have asked Jeff to get it but she had the weird feeling that if she did she would find herself apologizing for not reminding him that Barbie wanted extra dressing and if she did then she had a weird feeling that she would have to touch him and smile at him and then she would start thinking about ways to make it up to him that she was such a rude bitch in the past ...

As she exited the kitchen she saw mustache man again—actually she looked for him and when she found him he was looking back at her and it was clear he knew that she had been looking for him. He winked and she blushed and smiled. She wondered how big his cock was and felt her knees almost buckle ...

3. Barbie Turns That Corner—Did You Doubt It?

The girls watched Stacy returned to the table with the desserts and smiles as she asked if it was ok to sit down again. Chandra directed her to sit next to Barbie again and told her to hike up her skirt to at least above her knees which Stacy quickly did.

Chandra continued. “Let me ask you this ... when we walked in you very indifferently asked us to sit ... and I quote ‘where ever you like’? Stacy, would you say that your philosophy of life is contained in those words?”

Stacy looked confused. “Um, no?”

“Well, too bad, because it should be—along with it’s fraternal twin ‘what ever you like’. Part of being a good servant is pleasing those whom you serve. Your ultimate desire is to please and therefore if somebody wants to fuck you behind the dumpsters or in the back seat of a car it is really up to them ....”

Barbie added, “Or if someone would like to share you with a few of their friends it’s all good!”

Chandra and Barbie asked simultaneously, “Do you understand?”

The look on Stacy’s face said it all ... few people watching her would not have failed to respond to her clear desire and Chandra and Barbie definitely did respond as Stacy huskily told them that she did understand.

Barbie said, “Stacy, that guy that you talked to when you went to the kitchen ... I think that he is pretty cute. How about you?”

“Yes, he is very good looking.”

“I really like mustache’s and I have to admit that they always make me think of ‘mustache rides’. Believe it or not I have never had one but I think about it ... how good it would feel. A girl like you must see a lot of guys with mustaches on any given day and I really would not be surprised if every guy you saw with one from now on would make you think about how nice it would feel to sit on his face ...”

Chandra laughed. “Gee, Babs! I do not know about Stacy—well, actually I do, but it sure sounds like a fun evening to me!”

Barbie laughed in response and pressed on, “In fact, I would not be surprised if you did not bring up the subject yourself. Assess the situation and if a guy seems interested in you then you might just ask him, in a very blonde and perplexed way, and since he has a mustache, what this term that you have been hearing means. If he offers to SHOW you well, I imagine that it would fall under the category of ‘whatever he wants’ and you will really have no choice but to obey. But you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“MMMM, yeah, I would like that so much.”

Chandra said, “Tell us. Think of the man over there and tell us. He is watching you by the way.”

“Is he really?”

“Yes, really. I believe that he was checked all of us out but his gaze keeps returning to you. Call it true love, call it physical attraction, call it karma, call it the fact that your skirt is hiked up in a rather unnatural way!”

“Oh my God.”

“No, Stacy—it is a good thing. Barbie, can she hike it up more without completely flashing?”

“Why yes, she can. Should she?”

“Absolutely ...”

“You heard her ... do it. As yummy looking as I remembered.”

“I bet. You HAVE to wonder what he is thinking now. Why are you hiking up your skirt like that and why is the hot brunette looking so intently ... they answer, if he asks, is it’s because you were propositioning Barbie because she turns you on and you just cannot get enough.

Now tell us about the man over there and what you think of him and what you would like to do with him.”

“I think he is so hot and his voice is so deep and commanding and dreamy and his eyes are so blue! I hope that I can serve him and, mmmm, I really hope that he will fuck me and give me a mustache ride and right now I would not really care where we did it as long as he ... as long as he allowed me to be of use ... God yeah, I wish I was sitting on his face right now ... that would be ...so ... so ..amaaazing”

“Ok, Stacy. Enough for now,” Barbie grabbed Stacy’s right hand before she buried it between her legs. “Sorry, Chandra, but she seriously was about to lose it at any second if I did not stop her. Her hips were actually beginning to hump off of the seat.”

“No wonder Mr. Mustache’s jaw dropped. I guess it would take some ‘splainin’ if she actually lost it here, huh? Still, you ever watch someone have a really good cum? It is a trip.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and about five more seconds this morning and I would have watched YOU. I cannot believe you can still blush—ok, anything that we are forgetting to tell Stacy? Let me think...

Don’t get pregnant—that would be unbelievably stupid.” Chandra was a very sensible girl at heart.

Barbie spoke next, “God, I hate myself for this. You will probably HAVE to serve someone during breaks just to be of use and to relieve some tension. There is a chance that you might get caught—if you do you will protect your lovers at all costs and not reveal names or rat them out, you will deny it all even if caught in the very act. If your daddy fires you then you will have to find another place to serve—if nothing else there is the soup kitchen.”

“Dammit, Barbie—you are one dangerous bitch in your own right. Stacy, this next part is very important. When we leave tonight you will forget that we asked these things of you ... only that this all makes perfect sense and that you always wanted to be this way but were afraid that once you started that you could not stop. When you see us again you will remember us as really good friends and our friendship was cemented the night that you told us how much you love to serve and how you cannot stop thinking about sucking and fucking. We simply told you that you should do what makes you happy and when you see us again you will be all too eager to share all the details with us. Do you understand you pathetic little serving slut? And don’t you dare cum!”

“Yes ... I ...God, oh God, yes, I understand.” Stacy held on but just barely.

“Imagine the date in your head. Three months from today you will look at the calendar and reevaluate your life. You will be clear headed and at that point you will decide whether or not a life of servitude is really for you. Until then you will have one hell of a Summer Vacation. I believe that is it—anything more and your head will probably explode. Go away now so we can finish our dessert and go. You can bring the bill in a few minutes.”

Stacy got up on wobbly feet, her very wrinkled skirt falling back into place and said in a husky voice. “Please, the meal is on the house.” She then grabbed the edge of the table.

“Chandra, she still is on the verge of cumming. If she does anything the least bit courteous she will go right over the edge.” To Barbie’s horror she realized that this struck her as incredibly funny but she bit back her laughter, barely.

“And this is a bad thing? Ok, Stacy ... you have shown definite improvement but you still forgot to bring her her extra ranch so you disappointed us ... you do not deserve to cum yet, so you have no right to be this horny. On a scale of 1 to 10 how close are you to cumming?”

“Nine ... maybe nine and 1/2.”

“You are not kidding, Barbie—she is ready to explode like one of those Babes in one of the shampoo commercials. Stacy, really, forgetting her dressing should fill you with shame after she has been so helpful to you ... taking that into consideration I think you will agree that you have only earned a seven. You are In Fact at about a seven.”

The girls watched as Stacy really did become less flushed, and in general seemed to gain some control. They noted with amusement that she still shook her ass as she walked away.

“Fascinating girl,” said Chandra.

“I am going to burn in hell, " said Barbie.

“I am sooooo horny,” replied Chandra.

“Me too.” Answered back Barbie.

“Wanna go?” questioned Chandra

“Yeah!” was the heartfelt response.

They walked to the car and then they looked at each other and by mutual agreement began to kiss passionately. Their mouths were bruising, rough, open, exploring. There was no tenderness—only desire. A guy leaving the restaurant stopped and gaped—it was not every day that you saw two teenaged girls groping each other in public. He watched in interest as the girl in the leather skirt grabbed the ass of the girl wearing the tight pants. He looked over to the restaurant to see if anyone else was catching this only to see JJ the blonde girl that had seated him earlier leaving with a guy that had to be twice her age. The breeze carried the man’s voice .... “everything you ever wanted to know about a mustache ride, darlin’.” He decided at that moment that he was really going to have to eat there more often!