The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Linda stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring what she saw. She was a striking redhead with flashing green eyes and the temperament usually associated with those features. In her stocking feet she stood about 5′5″ and she had a figure that could match any seen in the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated.

Linda stood perched upon stylish black pumps with green velvet bows; the vixen had little trouble making her green velvet dress with satin trim, a slimming cinch waist and clinging full length sheath skirt look like it was worth the thousands she’d paid for it.

“Ah well off to another boring evening at one of my step sister’s parties.”

Linda Hays, the daughter of prominent industrialist Martin Hays and his wife Janice was just as she appeared, the spoiled and arrogant offspring of wealthy parents who had died too soon, making her the heiress to a not so small fortune too early in her life.

Arriving fashionably late, Linda was surprised that Sven Stevens was one of the guests. She thought, “This party might not be so bad after all.”

Sven was an attractive bachelor who practiced Psychiatry and dabbled in hypnotism (he sometimes found it useful in his practice). The party’s hostess had prevailed upon him to give a hypnosis demonstration as entertainment for the party. Linda had held a fascination with hypnotism ever since reading the story of Trilby as a teenager, but she was confident that she was much too strong willed to succumb to its’ influence.

Thus, Linda had been an eager volunteer when Sven asked for subjects, hoping that she could spoil the show when he was unable to put her under.

Linda and three other party guests where selected as subjects and Sven proceeded to put each of his four subjects into a trance. Linda did prove to be the hardest of the four subjects for Sven to hypnotize, but finally, she too succumbed to Sven’s mesmerizing voice.

Sven had his subjects do the standard bag of party tricks, he had one woman feel as though the room was excessively cold causing her to stand shivering and hugging herself to try to keep warm, and then the room became so hot that she broke out into a profuse sweat and felt compelled to strip off her clothes, much to the amusement of the spectators. Sven told his next subject to relax her arm as he took four long hat pins and pierced (skewered was more like it) her forearm completely through as she sat smiling, apparently not feeling a thing. He then had his third subject running around on all fours and acting like a dog; barking, sitting pretty, scratching, rolling over and even nipping at the cuff of his pants. This was a fairly impressive exhibition considering his subjects were all what you would call very sophisticated and very wealthy women decked out in their finest gowns and jewels. As for Linda, Sven had her stand; he then told her that her body was becoming very rigid. Then with the aid of two male volunteers her rigid body was lifted and placed on two supporting chairs. Linda’s head rested on the back of one chair her feet on the back of the other. All the time her body remained perfectly rigid, not a single muscle moved. As Linda spanned the space between the two chairs Sven walked about her whispering in her ear. He, thoughtfully, was planting a few posthypnotic suggestions in her head.

Sven gave Linda three suggestions, as she rigidly and helplessly lay stretched between the two chairs. The first suggestion would compel her to meet him for drinks at a local hot spot the next day. The second was to keep their engagement secret and to wear a disguise.

The next morning Linda awoke in a really good mood. She had a date with the handsome Sven Stevens. She thought it odd that she didn’t remember being asked, but she knew she was meeting him for drinks that night and for some reason she was going to search her wardrobe for that big floppy hat she hadn’t worn in years.

Sven sat alone at a table in the bar, he was not certain that Linda would keep their rendezvous knowing that posthypnotic suggestions did not always work, especially with strong willed subjects. So when Linda showed up with her distinctive red hair completely encased in a big floppy hat and wearing a large pair of very dark sunglasses Sven knew he had her. They both ordered Cosmopolitans and for a while they talked amicably.

After a few rounds Linda suggested continuing their evening elsewhere, Sven suggested his hotel room. Linda, who was always ready for some fun, agreed.

Since both Linda and Sven each had their own cars, Linda followed Sven to his hotel. Sven pulled in first and handed his keys to the parking valet. Linda pulled in right behind him. Sven gave her a spare room key card, and told her to go on up to his room and make herself comfortable while he tended to the cars.

Sven watched as Linda disappeared into the hotel lobby. He then jumped into Linda’s car and drove it several blocks away, parking it on the street. He locked the car, but left the keys in the ignition. He then hurried back to the hotel.

Sven let himself into his hotel suite and found Linda sitting in the chair by the window. He made a show of dropping his car keys and valet ticket on a table by the door telling Linda that they were hers.

“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable. How about another Cosmopolitan?

“That would be great, make mine a double.”

As he offered her the drink he decided it was time to see if his third posthypnotic suggestion to Linda would also work.

Sven smiled at Linda, he snapped his fingers twice, and said “Linda, sleep”. Linda lifted her head towards Sven as she heard her name then slowly her eyes drew shut and her head slumped forward. A sly grin spread across Sven’s face as he rushed to catch Linda’s unfinished drink before it fell to the floor. Linda was oblivious to all around her except for the sound of his voice.

Linda had been just what Sven was always on the look out for. The mesmerizing Sven had a lucrative sideline to his psychiatric practice. He specialized in transforming spoiled little rich girls into doting little pets for an even richer clientele.

With his subject already in a trance he did not plan to waste any time. Sven set about transforming Linda Hays, his current little rich girl into a dutiful and obedient slave for his latest client.

Sven began by reinforcing the hypnotic hold he now held over his helpless victim. He spoke her name “Linda, you can hear only my voice and you will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”

Linda sleepily nodded and responded: “yes”.

“Now Linda, I will count backwards slowly from ten, each count will take you deeper and deeper into your hypnotic sleep. Do you understand?”

Again a sleepy nod and a weak verbal “yes” was Linda’s response.

Sven began counting “Ten, think of a pleasant place in your memory as you fall deeper into sleep. Nine, you can not help yourself you are floating outside your body and floating closer and closer to your special place and as your image of that place becomes more and more acute your sleep will become deeper and deeper. Eight, the thought of your special place is completely enveloping you, you cannot resist as it fully envelops you. Seven your thought is changing, it is slowly changing to thoughts of submission, your submission to your master, and you are now kneeling before him listening only to his voice............................ One, you are now in the deepest possible sleep, you have no control, you have no control. You cannot move, talk or even think without your master’s permission. You hear my voice and you must obey. You have no will of your own, you hear my voice and you must obey. If you understand this you will respond: Yes master.”

Sven asked: “Do you understand slave?”

“Yes master” came Linda’s mono toned reply.

“Very good Linda, now lets make you look more like a true slave, shall we?” Sven then intoned: “Linda, you will rise from the chair and stand before your master.”

Linda slowly straightened then stood up. Sven instructed her: “Stand perfectly still, your muscles are becoming stiff. Try to move, you cannot. The more you try to move the stiffer your muscles will become until you cannot move at all. Try to move, feel your muscles stiffen and become rigid.”

Linda did her best to move her arms, her legs, her head, but found the harder she tried the more difficult it became until she found it impossible to move. Now she stood before her master as rigid as a statue carved out of marble.

Sven walked around his immobile subject, admiring Linda’s perfect figure and reflecting upon his reversal of the Pygmalion mythology. He approached her from behind and slowly unzipped Linda’s dress. He pulled the dress down over her shoulders, and then with another little tug he pulled it over her full hips, the garment dropped to the ground and gathered around her feet. Still the statue, Linda now attired only her in panties, garter belt, hosiery and shoes stood silently before her master. Sven proceeded to slide her panties down her thighs, they joined the heap gathering about Linda’s ankles, he was pleased that she had decided to forgo wearing a bra.

Sven now allowed his statue like slave to relax her rigid muscles. He had her step out of the heap or garments gathered around her ankles then had her move over to the couch. At the couch Sven ordered his compliant slave to lie down. Once reposed on the couch Sven removed Linda’s conservative pumps and had her relax once again.

Linda spent the night on the couch wearing only her garter belt and stockings. Sven stood over the sleeping beauty admiring his new toy. He placed a pair of earphones over her head as she slept. A tape recorder would play a continuously looping tape, which provided the soothing sound of rain fall as background as Sven’s melodious voice echoed the same refrain though out the night: “you are now in the deepest possible sleep, you have no control, you have no control. You cannot move, talk or even think without my permission. You hear my voice and you must obey. You have no will of your own, you hear my voice and you must obey.... you are now in the deepest possible sleep, you have no control, you have no control. You cannot move, talk or even think without my permission. You hear my voice and you must obey. You now have no willpower of your own,............................................................................................................................... you hear my voice and you must obey”

In the early morning Sven returned to his sleeping beauty and removed the earphones. He calmly whispered in her ear: “you will now fall into a natural sleep for about an hours time. You will awaken when I snap my fingers three times, you will feel refreshed, as though you’d had the best sleep of your life. You will have no conscious memory of last night.”

Sven had a few things to take care of so he covered her with a blanket, then left her to sleep for one more hour. When he returned he snapped his fingers three times. Linda slowly started to stir; she opened her eyes and stretched her limbs. She indeed felt very relaxed as though she had never had a better sleep.

“Sven you devil, what happened last night? Everything is a blank after that drink you gave me. Why am I dressed like this? Where are my clothes?” She also thought it odd that she should have had such a perfect sleep, sleeping on the couch.

Sven replied: “The drinks must have been a little too strong my dear, we were on our way to the bed room and you were disrobing as we went, but you suddenly passed out before we got there. I carried you back to the couch covered you with a blanket and let you sleep it off. I’m glad you seem to be feeling better.”

Linda was a little puzzled, if she had passed out from the drinks why did she feel so good instead of hung over? Since she could not come up with a more reasonable explanation, she decided to accept Sven’s for now.

Sven had a breakfast prepared for her, which she ate hungrily, but she still could not find her clothes. Linda was at first upset that her clothes had seemed to just “disappear”, but then she thought Sven probably planned to follow through on that “fun” she thought she was going to have last night. She was right, but not in the way that she thought.

Linda was feeling pretty good after eating, but she was getting impatient about the fun and games.

“Come on Sven, I’m all undressed and we just sit here.”

It didn’t seem to Linda that they were progressing toward any of the fun and games that she’d had in mind. After all she was parading around in her birthday suit while Sven seemed to be paying very little attention to her. She reasoned that if there wasn’t to be any fun and games, why should she remain naked.

“Well if this is all you have in mind let me have my clothes and I’ll leave.”

Sven just watched as Linda became annoyed. “I’m afraid your clothes are not available, and your leaving is not an option.

“God damn it, give me my fucking clothes, now.” The hot-tempered ingénue erupted.

As Sven ignored her demands, a spark ignited within the firebrand, and that legendary temper exploded. “Who the fuck do you think you are, give me my fucking clothes now, and ... ” As Linda launched into her tirade, Sven calmly turned and spoke: “Linda,” he snapped his fingers twice, “sleep”.

The tirade stopped in mid sentence. Linda’s eyes seemed to roll back then slowly closed, her head drooped and as she began to collapse Sven caught her then guided her back to the couch.

Sven returned to the business at hand, he deepened Linda’s trance before beginning. “Linda I am going to ask you a few questions and you will answer me truthfully. Do you understand?

“Yes master” was her dulcet response.

“Did you follow all of the instructions you were given, before you met me for drinks.

“Yes master.”

“Very good slave, now is anyone expecting you to be anywhere or do anything within the next few days?”

“Yes master, I am meeting my stepsister and her husband tonight.”

Sven knew this already, but asked anyway: “can you cancel?”

“Yes master, I can cancel.”

“Good, what is your stepsister’s number?”

“777-7673”

“You will tell her that you met an old girl friend, she is only in town for the night and wants to get together with you before she leaves. Will that convince your stepsister?”

“Yes master, I have broken many engagements with her and her husband.”

“Very good. Do you keep in regular contact with your stepsister?”

“Yes master, at least once a week.”

“Good, tell her you’ll talk to her next week. Do you understand?”

“Yes master.”

“Excellent, while you are talking to your stepsister you will be able to talk in a normal speech pattern just as though you were awake. Do you understand?”

“Yes master.”

Sven retrieved Linda’s purse and rummaged through it until he found Linda’s cell phone, he dialed 777-7673 on the phone waited for it to ring then handed the phone to Linda.

Linda talked to her stepsister for well over an hour, she apologized for having to cancel their plans for tonight. She relayed all of Sven’s instructions. Then she and her sister just talked (Sven had told her to have a normal conversation).

After receiving Linda’s call her stepsister Susan and her husband Tom clinked their glasses and toasted each other on their success. Susan had been the hostess of that party where Linda had met Sven, and after a week’s time they would be only too happy to notify the authorities that Linda was missing. And assume full control over Linda’s fortunes.

After listening to Linda ramble on the phone it was with pleasure that he took the phone and clicked it off. “You did very well, are there any other appointments or commitments that you have planned for the next week or two?”

“No master.”

“Now it’s time to get our pretty little slave ready for transport. Linda, sleep.”

Linda’s head drooped forward, her chin resting on her chest.

Sven prepared to check out of the hotel. He had already packed his suitcases including Linda’s clothing among his own things. All that was left was to pack Linda, and that is what he was preparing to do.

Sven knew that it would be no problem walking Linda out of the hotel if he’d wanted to, but he had been very careful not to seen with Linda in the hotel. So far no one would be able to link him to the disappearance of heiress Linda Hays.

Sven had already assembled the materials he needed (several lengths of rope, an effective gag, a set of handcuffs, and his large steamer trunk) to pack Linda away for her trip to Paradise.

The trunk was placed near the couch where Linda sat motionlessly. Sven knew that some of the precautions he was about to take really were not necessary. But what the hell, Sven liked tying up pretty young women. So Linda’s unresisting legs were bound at the ankles and above the knees. He then forced her mouth open and placed a small foam ball in it. The ball was small but too large to swallow without a great deal of effort. He then covered her mouth with surgical tape. When the ball made contact with Linda’s saliva it began to expand. It continued to expand until it conformed perfectly to Linda’s mouth cavity, creating a more than efficient gag.

Sven carried Linda the short distance to the trunk, he positioned her in the trunk so that her back was resting against one side, and with her legs bent up at the knee, her feet just reached the other side. Taking a short length of rope and threading it through a ring at the bottom of the trunk just below Linda’s feet he passed the rope up between her ankles knotting the two ends together in front of her ankle bind.

Next he forced her to lean forward with her arms hanging limp on either side, he then took the pair of hinged handcuffs and cuffed her wrists together under her bent knees. This forced her to maintain this somewhat fetal sitting position.

He had just one more thing to do and Linda would be ready to travel. He took two pieces of plastic tubing and forced them up into her nasal passages, then applied a few more pieces of surgical tape to hold them in place. Sven fastened the tubes to their connections in the lid of the trunk, this would allow the unfortunate Linda to breath inside the trunk, now she was ready for her long trip to paradise.

With Linda now secured and ready for travel Sven decided it was time his captive was able to share in the fun. “I will snap my fingers three times and you will awaken.” Linda slowly opened her eyes at the third snap of Sven’s fingers and the tirade that had been interrupted continued anew. Only now all Sven could hear was a very muffled mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Linda was frantic. Sven greeted her “Hello sleepy head” Linda struggled like crazy. She soon discovered that all of struggling was fruitless her bound feet were anchored firmly to the bottom of the chest and incapable of movement. Her arms were only slightly less restricted but could not be moved past her knees. And finally she realized she was so tightly wedged into the trunk that she could not possibly regain her freedom without help.

“Right now we are going on a little trip, so would you be so kind as to lower your head while I close up this trunk.”

Sven had used this trunk many times before (in fact he never traveled without it). The trunk was padded on the inside helping to restrict the movements of it’s occupant. As a precaution against inquisitive baggage handlers the trunk also had a rubber bladder attached to the inside that when filled with water compensated for the trunks weight difference when unoccupied. In addition it had some cleverly disguised venting holes, which the tubes in Linda’s nose were now connected to, allowing fresh air into the occupant. And to secure it all there were two straps that went around it’s outside, once buckled small padlocks would keep them both locked and finally the trunks own locking latch.

With his packing all done Sven called down to the desk and requested a bellboy and luggage trolley to remove the baggage from his room. When the bellboy arrived Sven helped him load the trolley, not being at all gentle while handling the trunk. Once his baggage was assembled in the lobby Sven checked out, giving the bellboy a generous tip. He had the valet bring his car around to the front of hotel and loaded the steamer into the car’s trunk; the rest of the luggage went on the back seat. As he drove to the airport he passed the spot where he had parked Linda’s car, and was pleased to see that it was gone.

Once at the airport Sven drove to the section set aside for private planes. His private jet was ready and waiting. He parked next to the jet and loaded the trunk and baggage into the plane. When all was secured he drove the car to the rental drop off. When he was alone in the plane he knew he could safely let Linda out of the trunk but he liked it better this way, he yelled back at the trunk “next stop Paradise.” He could barely hear Linda’s very muffled reply: “mmmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”