The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Introduction

I am a 48 year old woman from Jakarta, Indonesia. I’m just a normal housewife. I did get a Master’s degree in English lit from the country’s top university (for what it’s worth…), but ended up getting married and only working from home doing proofreading of English translations as a side hustle. I’m 160 cm short, with dark olive skin (as we say in Indonesia: the colour of a ripe sawo fruit), fairly fit with a tiny bit of a belly flab, small but pert A cup tits, and long luscious black hair.

My husband Ahmad is in middle management and he takes pride into being the sole provider—I think he is a bit jealous of his highly educated wife. He makes sure I always wear a tight-fitting headscarf when we’re outside the home or if there are guests. My virtue is his pride and joy. Oh yeah, and he thinks women should not smoke… pff! Whenever he leaves the house, I light up as soon as I can.

One morning in sunny Jakarta…

It’s almost 10:30 am. My hubby had been working from home the last few days, and I hadn’t had a chance to sneak out for a smoke. Luckily, he had to go visit an important customer today. As soon as he was out the door, I grabbed my smokes and lighter from my secret stash, greedy to satisfy my nicotine addiction, and headed to the balcony.

I ripped open a new pack of Marlboro Reds and peeled out a cigarette with shaky hands, anticipating how good that nicotine hit would feel in my lungs. I struggled to light my cigarette. “Dang, this stupid lighter is almost empty, “ I thought to myself. “Should have gotten a new one!”

“Hi there, miss,” someone said from the balcony just beside mine. It was my new American neighbour who had moved in a few weeks ago. He looked at me amusedly, as he easily lit his own cigarette with a Zippo lighter. “Need a light?”

“Oh, hullo, I hadn’t noticed you there” I replied with the crisp British accent that I was so proud of, having studied in the language lab for hours and hours. “I jolly well do. Name’s Fitria, by the way. Everyone calls me Pipit, though, us Indonesians have trouble pronouncing the F.”

“Hi Pipit, I’m Greg! Want me to throw you my lighter, or should I come over?”

“Nice to meet you, Greg! Let me open the front door for you. But make sure nobody sees you, people here will talk, you know.”

I headed to the front door, cigarette in hand. I could not wait to satisfy my urge for a smoke. Just as I got there and opened it, I saw Greg leaving his apartment, closing his door quickly and silently behind himself. I let him in, checking the hallway left and right. Nobody to be seen, phew!

“Hi, neighbour!” Greg smiled at me as he stood towering over my small frame.

He was holding an unusual-looking pack of cigarettes that immediately attracted my attention. Unbeknownst to me, it had been given to him by a friend of his, Mike, a pretty shady guy with underworld connections. He had told Greg with a dirty smirk that they were great to give to women, because it got them high and obedient.

Greg asked, “To the balcony?”

“Y...yeah, let’s go,” I stammered. “Thank God you’re here, I’m quite literally dying for a smoke. What’s that brand of cigarettes you have got there? I have never seen those, are they from your country?”

“Good eyes! Yeah, I brought them from America. You wanna try one? They hit pretty strong—if you think you can take it, be my guest.” offering you the one with the pink filter that Mike had said were great to start off.

“I’d love it—wow, a pink filter, so fancy! Thanks so much, I guess it’s my lucky day! American cigarettes are the best, much better than the inferior smokes they sell here!” I accepted the cigarette he held out to me and put it between my lips, waiting for him to offer me a light.

“Yeah, they definitely are different,” Greg said as he flicked his Zippo and held it up to light my pink-filtered cigarette. Little did I know what he meant by “different”!

I inhaled greedily. “Oh, these taste great! Have you been living here in Indonesia long...” I trailed off as the smoke hit me.

“Hello? Pipit? Wow, it really does work, Mike did not exaggerate one bit! And so fast, too. Hmm, what should I make you do first,” Greg mused. “OK, tell me, are you wearing panties?”

I was so confused, my tall white neighbour was coming on to me hard! I couldn’t stop myself from answering somehow. “I... I’m wearing white cotton undies.” I could not fathom what was going on. Why did I answer his rude question? Also, why was my pussy tingling and becoming so moist all of a sudden?

“Wow, okay, this is so cool,” Mike was talking more to himself than to me, before addressing me more sternly than before: “Well, I will need you to address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ at all times going forward. Say ‘Yes Master’ if you understand.”

“Yes M... Master!” I stuttered, dazed by the smoke that I kept inhaling deeply.

“Mmm, good girl. Well, since we are out on this balcony, why don’t you come on to me. Tell me what a slut you are for white men and act like a total slut. Lay it on thick and be sure to grab my cock like you mean it.”

In a flash, I ripped off my headscarf and opened my blouse, exposing my tiny-ass Asian titties to my new white master shamelessly.

“I’m yours, Master Greg! I love white cock in my inferior Asian holes! Please make me your fuckpet!” I continued undressing until I stood there in my white cotton panties that were by now well and truly drenched by my cunt-juice.

I dropped to my knees and lewdly ground my wet panty-clad crotch against Master’s pant leg. “I beg you, fuck this worthless Asian slut! Show me who’s my master! Please, Master Greg! Me so horny, I love you long time!”

The smoke continued to addle my inferior Asian brain. “Fuck,” I thought to myself, weirdly enough in my usual proper diction, “I somehow can’t speak correct English any more!”

“Pwease Master, fuckee fuckee?” I implored my neighbour, looking up at him beseechingly. “My cunt-hole so wet, Master! Is... is like, so tight, please put yah cock in! Please take me... Fuck Pipit hard, please Master!”

“Mmm, good girl,” Greg nodded appreciatingly. “Why don’t you take my cock out and show me how much you want it, you fucking slut,” he added, holding in his laugh.

I was beside myself with desire to be fucked silly, eagerly unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers to reveal his fat white cock. “Is... is, like, soooo big, Master!” I held his glorious cock next to my dainty wrist. It was thicker and longer than my forearm! “I dunno if my pussy can, uh, take you, you so big.”

I opened my mouth eagerly and started licking his shaft. “Lickee lickee OK, Master?” I stuttered. Greg started leaking precum and I hungrily lapped it up like it was my favourite treat. “So tasty Master! You so big, not like Asian man. Me love you cockjuice! You cockjuice soooo gooodd Master!”

“Mmm, what a good little chink whore. You fucking little dumb slut, you really like that white cock, eh? Look at you, looking like a bitch with a treat! Fucking suck that meat like you love it and I’ll give you some hot cock juice.” He roughly grabbed my head and started fucking my face as I kneeled there in a daze, taking it without offering any resistance. “Ugh, I love that tight little chink mouth. You really have a good one, take that white cock! I bet you haven’t had a cock this thick before”

“No Master, your cock is most biggest I ever seen! Soo biggg! Please Master, Pipit wan one more American ciggie! Ammerlickan ciggie and cock soo good for Pipit, Master!”

“Hahaha, what a dumb little bimbo whore you have become! Look at you, you’re addicted to my white cock. You know how much better we whites are. Much better than those pencil dick gooks. If you make Master cum he will give you that ciggie, but only if you do a good job and get me nice and wet before I blow my first load down your throat, got it, slut?”

“Yes Master!” I obediently forced your huge white cock into my tiny mouth and down my throat, never breaking eye contact.

“This is so much better than my hubby’s pathetic rice dick,” I thought to myself as I forced my Master’s cock all the way down my tight throat hole. I started humming to vibrate his sensitive cockhead and milk him as quickly as possible so I would get my cigarette faster. I looked at my master adoringly with my big almond eyes as he force fucked my throat.

“FUCK that’s good, I’m going to cum.... Uuugh,” my Master groaned. I could feel his balls tighten as his morning load shot straight down my throat. What a lucky bitch I was, getting him off this easily! But luckily, he wasn’t done yet, as he watched his cum ooze from the corner of my mouth as I tried but failed to take all of the huge load he had unloaded into my mouth pussy.

“You did well, slut,” Greg sneered and commanded me, “Now show me to your bed, I want to lie down and then you can have your ciggie.”

I got up, took his huge paw into my small hand and dragged him to my marriage bed, almost stumbling as I was so eager all of a sudden to get stuffed by his imposing white cock. I plopped myself down on the freshly made white bed sheets, ass up, presenting my fuckholes to Greg eagerly while craning my face back so he could see his superior white man cum dripping from my Asian fuckface. “Please, Pipit wan ciggie now, Master done promise Pipit!”

Greg handed me another cigarette, this time with a purple filter, which I greedily accepted between my cum-dripping lips. He lit it for me and I inhaled as deeply as I could. Hardly any smoke came out as I exhaled, almost all of it being absorbed by my lungs. I could feel how I was zoning out.

“Wha’happen to Pibbid?” My speech became more and more slurred, even as I could formulate my thoughts crystal-clear in my head.

Suddenly my body started changing. My belly flab was the first to go, replaced by toned gymbunny abs. My hips expanded, as did my boobs, going from an A to a DD cup in a matter of seconds.

“Oh fuck, what is that, Pipit,” Greg asked, standing there amazed at the transformation that was happening in front of him. Almost immediately, his cock started to get hard again as he saw what had been a prim and proper Asian housewife a few minutes ago turn into a brown bimbo slut that would do any brothel, strip club or porn site proud, right in front of him. Greg thought to himself: “I gotta buy Mike a drink next time I see him—hell, I’ll buy him a whole bar!”

As the purple-filter cigarette did its magic, I got hornier and less able to speak coherently by the second. In the mirror on my wardrobe, I saw my black mane turn platinum blonde and grow down to my butt. Even my pussy hair turned blonde! My eyes became bigger, making me look like an anime geek’s wet dream, my eyebrows thinned out, arched and moved upward, giving me a perpetual look of surprise confusion. Adding to that, my eyelashes grew thick and extended to half an inch of length, while my previously thin lips grew into springy fat cockpillows and turned shiny and bright red. “Well, if this is permanent, I surely won’t need to buy any lipstick ever again,” I thought and hoarsely croaked: “Pwease Master, you so hard oreddi, my dirty Asian fuckhole need you… inside!”

My Master lay down with his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. He held another cigarette in his hand. “Come here slave, come ride Master’s dick while you suck on this ciggie. C’mon, slut, come here!” He teased you like a dog. I was a bitch in heat, a fucking silly little gook whore, cock drunk for white dick.

I wasted no time jumping on him reverse cowgirl-style, impaling myself on his huge tool. Never had I felt so full! In the mirror, I could see how my newly acquired abs were being tented out on every stroke.

As I was fucking myself silly on this white horsecock, I decided that I needed my brown butthole stretched as well. I grabbed my now-enormous behind and spread my dark butt cheeks wide.

“Mmm, you big fat cock be so, so good, goodest cock evah, stretching my slant-eye cunt,” I squealed as I fucked myself with Master Greg’s big white cock like a whore, amd in my husbands bed to boot. “Yeah, who knows, I’m 48 but still fertile,” I thought to myself. “Hubby would go crazy if I got pregnant with a white baby. Especially since he got a vasectomy ten years ago and couldn’t possibly impregnate me…”

I resolved to get a creampie in my cunt, to absorb my Master’s baby-making juice in my fertile pussy. What better way to milk him than by giving him a good show. I grabbed a tube of KY jelly from the bedside table and greased up my butthole and my tiny hands, never missing a beat. I squeezed in first one finger, the two, then four, until my whole hand was inside my butt.

“Achievement unlocked,” I congratulated myself, thinking: “I’m officially a self-fisting ho now, I wonder if I’ll be able to accommodate Master Greg’s hand in there next.”

With my hand embedded in my tight ass pussy, I could feel my Master’s dick as it slid in and out, rearranging my inside with each stroke.

“Aaah, fuck, I’m cumming!” Greg tried to push me off his dick, but I held on, milking him for every drop of cum that his pulsating balls were able to dispense.