The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Ooooohh”, Theodora moaned, closing her eyes. The pleasure coming from her pussy was making her wet, even without the man’s saliva on her labia.

She opened her eyes to look out over all of the men she had dominated—Jack, her first true convert, Jeremy, the man baby, Derek, the assman, and Connor, the man who willingly escaped to the fantasy of her choosing. They were all standing there, silently waiting at attention. She looked at each of her subjects, locking eyes with them in succession. And with each glance, she felt her power over them, the ability to command their thoughts and actions.

That feeling of domination fueled her ambition, encouraging a hunger for more men to conquer. At first, her successful conversion of Jack sated her appetite. But soon after, she needed more—not just for her supervisors at the Defense Ministry back in Moscow, but for herself.

Her plan to infiltrate the CIA with her sleeper agents and learn their secrets worked exactly as planned—she now had two of their best field agents, an analyst, and an IT personnel under her spell. The information was enough to turn the tide in the Ukrainian theater, making annexation of eastern Ukraine an almost certainty.

A pang of pleasure distracted Theodora from her memories, and she looked down over her impressive cleavage to the head that ravaged her crotch.

In time you will obey me as well, she mused.

Feeling the eyes of her subjects upon her naked body, she slowly brought her head up, realizing that she was sitting on a plush throne, legs wide apart. But she was perfectly comfortable being naked in front of her servants.

A smile came to her face as she looked beyond her first four servants, to the room that seemed infinite. Standing before her dais were countless others—mostly men, but some women too.

This is real power. This is what I deserve.

Theodora caught her breath as the orgasm began. It seemed to come from deep inside her, exploding with a force that was supernatural.

“AAaaaahh” was her primal scream, as the power left her vagina, knocking the man to the ground.

The orgasm was gone as quickly as it started, but the effect on everyone was lasting-

Every man and woman within sight was kneeling, heads bowed in fealty to her.

Moments passed, and nothing happened, as if time stood still.

“What do you command, my master?” was the voice that broke the silence.

Theodora looked down at the blank face of the man before her. The words came out without thought-

“I command your will and your obedience, Mr. President”

Patrick Winston was one of your typical overachievers, working with the kind of efficiency that made coworkers jealous. He could multitask like nobody’s business—as he showed off whenever someone came to his office to talk to him.

People initially thought it rude that Patrick would not look at them while he was talking with them, but pretty soon they came to understand that this was just his way of getting things done. He was the kind of person who would respond to your email within minutes, even when you didn’t expect him to be working.

Patrick was never overly friendly, but he was cordial, and that was enough to keep him out of trouble with interoffice drama.

At only 29 years old, Patrick had used his efficiency and productivity to elevate himself to project manager at one of the CIA’s intelligence divisions.

Although not great with people, Patrick was a quick learner of what to say to his employees, having read up on some great management books.

But what made his leadership so effective was his ability to lead by example. Bringing his great intellect to bear, Patrick would learn about every man or woman’s job under his supervision, and collaborated with them on their projects. His tireless hours and indomitable work ethic inspired the best out of his workers, and the humility with which he operated made him well-liked, as far as bosses go.

It was this kind of productive leader that the CIA higher-ups wanted on the Eastern European division. He had already excelled on the African Anti-terrorism task force, and he was seen as the perfect man to clean up the mess that Ms. Kerrigan had left behind.

Patrick was given all the files on the CIA operations in and around Ukraine the past 3 years, but had to study them from home on his weekend off. To Patrick, it was a challenge that he was more than up to.

Working furiously from his home, Patrick had to have his wife Melinda take their children to the in-laws for a couple days so he could have some peace and quiet. They were married for 7 years, having met in college and instantly fallen in love.

It’s so calm in here, Patrick thought.

It was odd having the house so quiet—his 4-year old Steven and 3 year-old Avery liked to romp through the house, chasing each other and screaming the whole time.

Putting his thoughts back to work, Patrick was compiling a list of questions on one sheet of paper, and some strategies on another. He would have to get up to speed quickly if he wanted to reverse the course of this ship

But how did it go so badly?

From the earlier files he had read, the situation in Ukraine seemed stable, with only a couple incidents here and there. Over the course of a year, however, it seemed that Russian nationalism in Ukraine had grown like an epidemic.

Early reports suspected that the Russians were involved, which was a no-brainer to Patrick—the Russian intelligence program, although no longer under the moniker “KGB”, was just as active today as it was during the Cold War.

And then there was that daring mission in which Jack Harrison planted a bug on a Russian Defense Ministry server. Patrick couldn’t believe the audacity of the plan. It nearly cost Jack’s life, and the intelligence from that server, although initially fruitful, was producing nothing of late.

The situation had deteriorated rapidly after many CIA assets in the region were either converted to the Russian side, or eliminated permanently. Jane Kerrigan, the Project Manager for Eastern Europe, was fired from her position and given some low-key assignment in South America.

At this point, armed conflict between Russian Nationalists and pro-Ukrainians had been going on for a month, and there were concerns that Russia was supplying the Russian Ukrainians with weapons.

The best play here, in Patrick’s estimation, was to use intelligence to shed some light on the Russian activities. If they could prove that Russia was supplying arms and soldiers to the Nationalists, it would create enough international pressure to make this a winnable fight.

At least, until the Russians could prove that the US was interfering as well.

“Alright team, listen up” came Patrick’s commanding voice. At 6′2″, he didn’t need to talk so loudly for people to notice him, but it helped.

“My name is Patrick Winston, and I am your new Project Lead on the Ukrainian Task Force. I have been caught up to speed with the past and current missions of this team, and I don’t have to tell you that this is mission critical to the guys upstairs.” He looked around the room, and noticed that everyone was giving him their undivided attention. There were quite a few concerned looks, however.

“As you may or may not know, Ms. Kerrigan was reassigned, so you will all be reporting to me, now. I have read up on all your files, but it will take some time to get to know you all, so I ask for your patience.”

Patrick noted the people who seemed unhappy with the news of Nancy’s departure. It wasn’t very many.

“Having read up on the most recent intel, I feel that we can finally take it to these Ruskies. To that end, I have requested additional satellites to help monitor the Russian-Ukrainian border. Our plan is simple—shine the light of day on these Russian bastards, and they will scatter from this conflict like cockroaches. This will require a combined effort from everyone here…I am counting on each and every one of you to do a great job, which I know you will.” Patrick looked every one of his employees in the eyes. They seemed fired up.

“I will be periodically working personally with each of you, so that I can better manage this team. I want to help you out as best I can, so please tell me what I can do to help you do your job. Your assignments are at your desk.” Patrick gave a dramatic pause.

“Let’s turn the tables on these guys. Dismissed”, Patrick said, surreptitiously watching his new team file out. They were a lot more animated leaving the conference room than they were coming in.

Patrick worked tirelessly with his new team to implement his new surveillance strategy. Working hand in hand with the State Department, they were able to quickly format their satellite findings into something tangible for their European allies to look at, and it was starting to pay off.

Many of the United Nations member states had already analyzed the intel coming out of Ukraine, and were ready to make a stand at the next UN meeting in several weeks.

NATO allies were preparing the way for a massive military show of force to show solidarity with the US and Ukraine, waiting only for the news to “break out”.

Of course it took time for the diplomatic communications and international commitments to occur, but in Patrick’s first month as Eastern European Project Manager, the momentum was certainly swinging the other way.

Through it all, Patrick devoted his entire life to the job, knowing that he couldn’t let up for one second. That meant a lot of late nights at work, and some days he never even saw his wife or kids.

The work/life stress would’ve broken down other men, but not Patrick. His unwavering loyalty to the cause fueled his work ethic, even if it was at the expense of the people he loved.

Patrick was also lucky to have such talented and motivated team members, as well. During one of the slower 10 hour workdays, a colleague offered a meditation cd to help him calm his nerves. Patrick had tried following the instructions that came with the cd, but instead of being able to focus on the woman’s voice, he kept thinking about the next step on his agenda.

“Hun, I’m home” Patrick said out loud to the house, closing the front door.

Patrick came home at 8pm on a Thursday night, having spent 12 exhausting hours at work. All he wanted to do was eat something quick and lay down on the couch.

“Hello, sweetie” came the unexpectedly dulcet voice from somewhere in the kitchen.

Patrick was surprised to hear Melinda talk like that—it had been a very stressful month, after all.

He walked into the kitchen to find Melinda stirring something on the stove-

What’s that she’s wearing? he thought.

From behind, all Patrick could see was a white, tight-looking uniform that showed off Melinda’s ass cheeks. It didn’t seem like she was wearing any pants, either.

Woah, Patrick thought, as Melinda’s stirring motion set her hips in a small gyrating motion. He was still staring at them when she turned her head around, catching his eye.

“Um, up here buddy” she said, smiling. She had such a dazzling, beautiful smile that went with her… chef’s outfit?

“Why don’t you sit down, dinner’s almost ready, dear” she told him. He walked over to the dining room table, and noticed something was off-

“Honey, where are the kids?” he yelled.

“At my parents’ house, watching a movie. They should be back in a couple hours”, he heard her say from the kitchen. “How was work?”

“Oh, more of the same”, Patrick replied, “you know how it is—endless meetings, rushing to get things done…”

“Sorry to hear that” he heard her say clearly. Looking up, he saw Melinda carrying two plates of something that smelled heavenly. Patrick was figuring out what food she was setting down when he did a double take at her chest…

“Uh” was all Patrick could say. Bending over the table to serve him, Melinda was certainly wearing a chef’s uniform—one with overlapping lapels and two vertical rows of buttons—except that he was definitely staring at her cleavage not a foot away from him.

“Yes dear?” she demurely spoke. She was still bent over, affording him with a nice view of her rack. Even though he had seen her naked for years, this was a side of her he had never seen before.

“Honey, you…look great!” he managed to say, finally bringing his eyes up to hers.

“Thank you” Melinda said, standing up. He could still see parts of her bare breast along her neckline, and somehow he could tell from the way they moved that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Now eat. You’re gonna need your strength” she said, playfully.

Patrick shoveled the food into his mouth, racing to finish his food so that the festivities could begin.

When was the last we had sex?, he thought. It was certainly before he took on this new project.

Patrick noticed that his wife was watching him eat with hungry eyes. That, combined with her outfit and present demeanor, was so uncharacteristic of Melinda, Patrick wondered if this really was Melinda.

Smiling back at her and checking her out with his furtive looks, Patrick was sure it was her. She just seemed so much…sexier.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Patrick asked her. She had barely taken a bite.

She seemed to be waiting for that question, “Oh, I’m not hungry for food right now”. Yikes

Melinda had also brought wine for him to drink, which seemed like a good idea at the moment—I might need the buzz so I don’t cum in my pants. Indeed, Patrick was getting a hard-on underneath the table, despite all of the hours he spent focused on work today.

When he had finished eating his food, Melinda took him by the hand and led him to their queen-sized bed. She directed him to sit against the headboard with the propped up pillows, probably so he could digest his food.

“Did you like your dinner, sweetie?” she said. She looked so beautiful with her tanned skin underneath the bleach-white chef outfit, but he was ready for her to take it off.

“Yes ma’am” he replied. He felt like a child about to get their first gift on Christmas morning.

“Good” she replied from in front of the bed. Her hand went to her deep neckline. “We’re gonna try something different tonight. Tonight, I’m the one in charge, and you’re hopelessly under my control”, she bent over the foot of the bed, and started crawling towards him.

All Patrick looked at were her smooth breasts, lightly swaying side to side underneath her uniform as she moved towards him.

“What?” he said, realizing she had said something.

“I said… can you do that?” She stopped, and was staring him full in the face.

It was the kind of expression Patrick was not used to. His wife was always the obsequious one, always concerned about Patrick’s needs and wants. But the beautifully-aggressive creature in front of him was now concerned about getting what she wanted. Patrick was usually in charge, but not at this moment.

“Yes ma’am” he replied. His erection was getting fuller by the second, blood pushing into his member as it pushed his sense of control away.

“Nice. I like my men tamed and…” she glanced at his crotch, “wild at the same time.” With her knees on either side of Patrick’s thighs, she helped him pull his shirt off. Then she grasped his hands with her own, bringing them away from his body.

Patrick saw her face coming closer to his, and he closed his eyes for the kiss.

Whether from the alcohol, or the blood rushing to areas other than his brain, Patrick was lost in that expectant moment for longer than was normal-

click

Patrick opened his eyes to see Melinda in the same position, but just out of reach of his pursed lips. He felt something on his wrists, and realized that Melinda’s hands were back on her outfit.

Patrick tugged on whatever it was that held his arms behind his head, but it was too strong.

“Shhhh” Melinda consoled him. She stroked his bare chest with her soft hands, and Patrick’s thoughts returned to his cock, which was now bulging underneath his pants. Gently, Melinda undid his belt and pulled it through the loops, throwing it to the side.

Next came his pants, and finally his boxer shorts, springing his cock free in the process.

“Would you like me to take this off now?” she asked. Patrick’s head was so foggy, all he wanted was to fuck his wife.

“Yes” he said.

“Yes, what?” she asked. With his cock pointing straight at her, he was going to say anything to have her touch it.

“Yes ma’am” he quickly responded. He saw Melinda smiling genuinely, like she was really enjoying this.

“Alright sweetie, tell me how much you love me, and I’ll show you what’s under here”, she said, stroking her cleavage.

“I love you more than anyone in the world. You’re my life, my everything” he said, mumbling a bit.

“And do you love my body?” she sweetly asked, pulling a lapel down to reveal a dark nipple.

“Oohh, fuck I love your body” Patrick moaned. The visual stimulation was becoming too much for his one-track mind.

“Good. As long as your promise to worship my body, I’ll take this off”, she said, rubbing her exposed nipple with a finger.

“I promise to worship you” he almost yelled, staring at that nipple. It seemed to connect with his thoughts, like a siren’s call straight to his brain.

“Very well” she softly spoke to him. She unbuttoned her tight-fitting outfit slowly, until she could pull her lapels away from her body completely. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you” he said immediately.

“Tell me you need me” she directed him.

“I need you” he said while waiting with hot anticipation. She slowly opened her chef coat, revealing her fully-naked body. Pulling on her sleeves behind her, Melinda’s motion caused her small but round breasts to jiggle, eliciting a reaction from Patrick.

“Ooohh” he softly groaned, bucking his hips slightly. He desperately wanted to fuck her now.

“Oh, you like that?” she teased him. He just nodded his head.

“Now we’re gonna play a little game, and if you do well, I’ll give you a reward” she said, smiling wickedly.

She waited for a response, and he had to gulp to get his voice back, “Yes, ma’am”.

“Good”, she said, reaching behind him into the pillows. “Be still” she commanded.

Patrick obeyed, and soon his whole world went black.

“Now I want you to try and focus on the voice you hear” she told him. Patrick felt something put around his ears, making hearing Melinda more difficult.

“Focus on the voice” he heard her muffled voice through the headphones.

Patrick heard a familiar Russian voice cut through the darkness-

“Hello, I am Theodora. I vant you to listen carefully to my voice, because it vill guide you on journey of infinite bliss. I vant you to focus on the sound of my voice, and nothing else. If you are ready to begin this journey of pleasure, nod your head.” Patrick nodded his head, thinking only with his cock.

“Verry good” the voice crooned, “It pleases me that you vill follow my voice. And vhen I am pleased, you vill be pleased too. Nod your head if you agree.” Patrick nodded his head, and felt a wave of pleasure emanate from his cock.

“Verry good, my pet. Follow my voice, and do as it says, then you vill be revarded.” Patrick was focused now, no longer moving his hips to try to find release. “You love how aroused you are now, and vish to feel this way all the time. You do vant to feel this way all the time, don’t you? Nod your head if you agree.” Once again Patrick felt a tingle from his raging boner, reinforcing his desire.

“I am pleased vith your progress. Now I vant you to focus on your sexual desires. Feel the lust burn inside you, as your cock craves the sensation it needs. Can you feel the lust burn inside you, my pet?”

Patrick felt the lust burning inside him, growing hotter and hotter.

“Verry good. As you concentrate on your sexual desire, I vant you to think about your wife’s body, and how it pleases you. Are you thinking about how much you desire it?”

Patrick moaned in sexual frustration as he pictured Melinda’s smooth and sensual curves.

“Yesss, you love her body, because it is so feminine, so beautiful. You vould do anything to be inside her, yes?”

Another wave of pleasure washed over Patrick’s mind as he nodded emphatically.

“Feel your lust for her body—her luscious lips, waiting to be kissed, her soft breasts, her womanly hips, her strong pussy, waiting to engulf your cock.”

Picturing Melinda’s sensual parts elicited another moan from him.

“As you imagine her body, you feel more than attraction to them. You feel a sense of power emanating from them, an aura of strength that overcomes your mind, driving you lust for her. Tell her this.”

“I…” Patrick said aloud, trying to find the words, “I love your breasts, and your skin. They…are so strong…and sensual. You are so…powerful.”

Patrick could not see it, but Melinda was on the verge of tears.

Theodora’s voice continued, “Once you have told her of her power, you must profess that she is stronger than you, and that you vill submit yourself to her beauty. Do it now.”

“You are so beautiful…I submit myself to you” Patrick said in awe.

“Your submission to women vill not end here. As you go about your day, you vill find yourself noticing the sensuality in the women around you—their long beautiful hair, the outline of their chests, their long legs and round hips. You vill find yourself attracted to their feminine forms, and lusting after their bodies. You vill become aroused at their sight, and feel the need to submit to their strength. You vill do this from now on, yes?”

Patrick nodded, and felt the reinforcement again.

“And vhen your wife calls you at vork, you vill feel the need to stop vhat you are doing to make love to her. Do you understand?”

“Aahhhh” came the almost painful cry. He was ready to explode.

“Now I vant you to respond to each of my commands with ‘I submit to you’— you vill obey my voice”

“I submit to you” Patrick responded

“You vill lust after all women…”

“I submit to you” he repeated.

“You vill lose control of your mind vhen you are aroused”

“I submit to you” came his cry.

“You vish to submit to powerful women”

“I submit to you” came his plaintive response. The buildup was becoming too much for his mind.

“You vant to be dominated, and feel aroused doing so”

“Ah…I submit” he said, panting. Melinda watched on, amazed.

“You vill obey all my commands without question”

“I…I….submit…”

“Tell your wife that you are her slave now”

“Melinda…I’m your SLAVE”

Hearing the words she was waiting for, Melinda was soon able to overcome her state of shock from the sight before her and went to grab Patrick’s cock with both hands. Pumping up and down, it only took a few seconds for her husband to explode like a fire hose, shooting up wads of thick cum into the air.

Melinda continued pumping, feeling the hot man juice on her naked body. She saw Patrick writhe in ecstasy, mouthing the same submission mantra (“I submit to you”) she presumed was about her.

After her husband’s cock was fully spent, and she could not force another spurt out of it, she laid down next to him, putting her head on his chest. She grabbed around his torso, squeezing it tight in an embrace that showed how much she really loved him.

As Patrick’s breathing slowed, Melinda felt a warm contentment that had been missing in her life for so long now. It didn’t even matter to her that she wasn’t the one having the orgasm—she just wanted Patrick back in her life, the way it used to be. She missed him so much.

Thank goodness Miss Theodora reached out to me, she thought. She had fixed their relationship.

The next day, Patrick did not feel like himself, and he knew why. All that kinky sex stuff last night really got to him, making it hard for him to focus.

Focus on my voice, came the unbidden thought. Patrick tried to shake away the intrusive thoughts that kept playing in his head—I submit to you, I submit to you, I submit to you…

Patrick was also angry with himself for giving into that dominance-submissive crap. It was the kind of deviant behavior that made men into weak-minded fornicators, and Patrick didn’t want any part of it.

Why did she put me up to this?, Patrick thought. It was so unlike Melinda. She was beautiful though. She never looked better…

Stop it! he told himself. The images of Melinda’s naked body, kneeling over him in some form of dominant position, kept appearing in his mind.

What even happened last night? he wondered. It was all a blur, even though he didn’t drink that much.

But the worst part was, now he was getting erections at work. It was like he was back in high school, getting hard for no reason.

Except that there was a reason to all this sexual madness. Everywhere he looked, he was checking out the women around him, judging them based on their appearance. It’s as if he was ranking them according to how sexy they looked.

No, don’t stare! he chided himself. He noticed that Becky was leaning over the water cooler, displaying her round and sumptuous ass to the world.

The discomfort he felt throughout the day must’ve been felt by his colleagues, because they kept asking if he was okay. He got tired of making up excuses, so he went into his office and closed the blinds, telling everyone not to disturb him unless it was important.

There, peace and quiet.

Logging into his desk computer, he was finally getting some traction on the work load ahead of him. He was a good hour into his alone time when his phone rang.

“Yes?” he answered, putting the call on speaker phone.

“Hi, honey” came Melinda’s voice over the phone. There was dead silence.

“What is it, dear?” he finally responded, angrily.

“Patrick, I just wanted to talk to you about last night—“

“I don’t want to talk about it…not here. I’m working, Melinda.” He was not in the mood for this.

“Okay, that’s fine. I’ll see you when you get home. You should come home early today, so we can talk…”

“I’ll see you then”

“I love you”

“Bye” click

Patrick let out a loud sigh. This was the absolute worst moment for Melinda to pull something like this…

Patrick dropped his head into his hands and rubbed his face, but with the darkness came more images of Melinda, holding him down and teasing him until he couldn’t take it any more…

“I’ll be out for lunch today” he told his secretary, “I won’t be gone long” he said, trying not to stare at her chest. Linda was on the heavier side, with large boobs that could not be hidden away except by a winter coat.

Patrick raced home, which luckily wasn’t too far away. He was going to have words for Melinda, and explain that BDSM was off the table.

Walking in the house, Patrick went to find Melinda, and couldn’t believe what he was seeing-

Melinda was wearing a black and white corset that pushed her boobs up, spilling over the top. The corset was connected to a matching short skirt, giving her the appearance of a French maid. But this was definitely one of the sexier, Halloween-type French maid outfits.

Patrick lost all thoughts, marveling at how beautiful Melinda looked. Not only was the outfit sexy on her, but her long auburn hair was curled and she was wearing more makeup than he’d seen her wear in years.

“Hi, sweetie” she said.

“Woah, Melinda…” It looked like he wanted to say more, but couldn’t.

“I see you like it” she smiled. She walked over with her duster, and dusted his face. That brought him back to his senses.

“Melinda, we need to talk” he started.

“Oui, misseure” she said in a French accent. She turned around and bent over, pretending to dust the floor.

Patrick stared at Melinda’s bare ass, and saw her pussy popping out. The sight of her ass and sex made his knees weak, and he couldn’t look away.

Something in the back of Patrick’s mind was telling him to get away, but he wouldn’t listen to it. Not when it felt so good to be near Melinda’s sex.

“Would you like to kiss it?” came a voice from somewhere. Patrick watched as the butt cheeks moved slightly with her hip movements, drawing him closer with its raw sexual attraction.

“You know you want to, misseure. Go on, and kneel” came the voice again. Patrick couldn’t tell if it was in his head or not.

It made sense to follow the voice’s directions, so he walked closer. It felt natural to kneel before these heavenly buttocks, to worship them as they ought to be worshipped.

Patrick closed his eyes and kissed the smooth skin of Melinda’s ass, feeling a full erection in his pants. A rush of excitement washed over him, as he continued kissing each butt cheek.

“Come, follow me” she bid him. Sensing that sex was forthcoming, Patrick hurried after her to the living room. “Undress” she told him. He was starting to think about what they were doing, when she dusted his face again, interrupting his train of thought.

“Undress, please” she reiterated, stroking the bulge in his pants.

He did as he was told. When she was satisfied, Melinda laid down on the couch, legs wide apart. Patrick stared at her bare pussy underneath the short skirt, which also seemed to be drawing him closer.

“Come, come” she bid him, patting the couch cushion. He joined her on the couch, at her feet.

“Bring your head closer to my sex, my dear” she commanded, with a ‘come here’ gesture. Patrick obeyed, slowly crawling towards her skirt. He felt like a fly entering a Venus Fly Trap, but the sweetness was too good to ignore.

“Now service me, dear” she told him. He felt compelled to please this goddess as best he could, so he entered her pussy as far as he could with his tongue.

Lapping away at everything in sight, Patrick closed his eyes and ravenously attacked Melinda’s pussy, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.

“Oh, fuck me that’s good” she said, after a minute. In all the years they were together, Patrick never went down on her. But that was changing now.

She looked down at her husband working diligently underneath her sexy outfit, a new man much more to her liking. Just as Theodora had promised, her husband was awakened with new sexual desire for her, and submitting to her sexuality.

Melinda moaned again, and thought about what a difference her and Theodora had made in Patrick’s life—before, Patrick was selfish and spent so little time with his family, but now, he making love to her vagina on his lunch break.

I’m never letting you go, she thought. Oh fuck

Melinda remembered the commands that Theodora taught her, messages that were meant for Patrick’s subconscious, to further ingrain the teaching they started last night.

“You love…to worship my feminine body” she managed to say. She should’ve started with this earlier, but she was too surprised at his eagerness to remember.

“You feel…powerless…to resist it” she continued. The pleasure was building up, and she didn’t know how much longer she could last.

“You…are compelled…to submit to the female form”, Melinda closed her eyes momentarily, losing her train of thought, but focused again on her task, “You…are filled…with uncontrollable lust…and must…and must…SUBMIT”

Melinda’s body spasmed as the orgasm wracked her brain with pleasure, dulling her physical senses but bringing her to new heights of pleasure. The stimulation from her vagina was too much, and she tried to get away, but Patrick was holding her tight.

“Oh…FUCK” she screamed, as her body struggled against the ecstasy. She had never felt this good before.

Coming down from her orgasm, she pushed Patrick’s head away before the stimulation turned painful. He fell on top of her, laying his head down on her stomach, from exhaustion.

Melinda remembered her training, and fought the temptation to just lay there with him.

“You may pleasure yourself, dear” she told him. She sat up a little and pulled him up with her so that his head rested in her cleavage.

“Get lost in the wonder of my breasts, and feel them take control of you” she whispered in his ear, as he gently stroked himself.

“You feel powerless in female sexuality, compelled to obey me as master” she continued. He nodded slightly as he continued to masturbate to her words.

“From now on, when I call on you to please me, you will do so without question, understood?” she said more loudly.

“Yes, master” was his quiet response. Melinda felt a twinge of sensation from her nether lips—was that the feeling of dominance?

Patrick came in his hands with an “uuhhhh”, and Melinda held his head tight to her bosom. She loved him so much, and now it was her turn to take the lead in their relationship. She was going to save it.

Grabbing an mp3 player from the coffee table, Melinda put the earbuds in Patrick’s ears as he started to nod off. This would cement their new relationship, according to Theodora.

Melinda dozed off, content with the fact that their bond was stronger than ever.

Due to Patrick’s prolonged absence on Friday, Patrick needed to come into work on Saturday, although that was really nothing new. But instead of getting ahead of schedule, Patrick had to play catch up from yesterday’s work.

Luckily for him, there weren’t as many people working the weekend, but he still had to keep his office boarded up against intrusions.

knock knock

“Come in” Patrick said from his desk.

One of his analysts, Derek, walked in and closed the door.

“What’s up?” Patrick asked.

“I just heard the news that the Ukrainian ambassador was in town, and was interested in talking with you.”

“Roman Pavlychko? What’s he doing here?” Patrick, asked, excitedly.

“I don’t know—I think it has to do with the new initiative you’ve started” Derek replied.

“Our initiative”, Patrick corrected. This was a team effort, after all.

“Well, anyways, he’s only in town tonight, then he’s staying in DC” Derek said, nodding to the East. “Did you want to meet him?”

“Uh, of course. I can meet him here if he wants” Patrick said.

“He doesn’t want to disrupt our work. He said he would be available around 10 tonight, somewhere local. He was going to give me the details.”

“Sure, whatever he wants”, Patrick said quickly.

“He said that you should bring some of your colleagues, and suggested I go along too. Would that be alright?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Just let me know when and where.”

“Sure thing boss” Derek said, smiling as he walked out.

Patrick was glad that he didn’t receive a phone call from his wife that day, and perhaps she sympathized with his work schedule. It didn’t mean that he didn’t think about her, or anyone else for that matter, at work however. On the contrary, Patrick was imagining having sex with some of the hotter women in the office, and felt guilty about it.

So Patrick was happy to leave the office, and not have to please his wife like the past couple days, when he got the text from Derek-

Roman is in town. Has a place to meet. You ready?

Yeah

What should I bring?

Nothing. He just wants to meet you.

I’ll drive

Patrick was willing to drive himself, but maybe Derek had a good reason for wanting to carpool.

I just hope this goes well, he thought. With Mr. Pavlychko’s connections to Kiev, he would be instrumental in creating a combined international front once the news of Russia’s troop and arms movement was out.

Patrick went out to the lot where Derek picked up him.

“So where are we going?” Patrick asked.

“Some bar that Roman likes to visit—it’s called Release” Derek said, glancing over at Patrick. Patrick had never heard of it, but then again, it didn’t surprise him that a Ukrainian would want to meet at a bar. Drinking was just a part of Eastern European culture, much as it is here.

Patrick was confused when Derek pulled into a parking lot where a few other cars were parked.

Where’s the sign for this place? he wondered.

“Alright, let’s go” Derek said, jumping out of the car. Patrick followed, not really sure where they were going. The outside wall of the building was dark, and there didn’t seem to be any windows.

Derek opened the dark-stained door and walked in, and Patrick made a note of how inconspicuous the door looked—it’s so hard to see, it just blends into the wall.

It’s certainly a large bar…

Patrick stood at the entrance to the large room, which had a fairly small bar along the wall to the left. Patrick quickly guessed that the place was a strip club, judging by the knee-high stage, plush chairs, and music. There was one dancer up on the center stage of the three, fondling her tits…

So beautiful, Patrick thought, as he gazed at her lovely chest.

“C’mon boss, let’s get you a drink” Patrick heard someone say. It took another second for him to snap out of it, and he recognized that Derek was talking to him-

“Roman is a big-time drinker, and loves to bust on Americans as sissy drinkers, so you best at least smell like alcohol before talking to him” Derek explained. Patrick only caught half of what he was saying, but regained his senses before taking a seat at the bar.

“What’s your pleasure?” asked the chesty blonde behind the bar. She was wearing a tight black t shirt with a v neck slit the middle to show off her cleavage. Patrick slowly drew his eyes back to the bartender, but could only offer an “um” while his mind tried to think of a drink.

“I think he’s a rum and coke man” said Derek, saving him from further embarrassment. Had the lights not been dimmed inside, they would’ve seen Patrick getting red in the face.

Get your shit together! Patrick yelled himself. He stared at the bar, trying not to make eye contact with anyone for a second. He had to try and focus on the mission at hand, or else his whole career might be in jeopardy. I shouldn’t be here, he realized. Whatever mind games his wife had been playing on him made him weak among these sensual women. Luckily Roman’s not a woman.

Grabbing the drink in front of him and putting down his credit card for the tab, Patrick downed it before turning to Derek.

“So where is he?” Patrick asked. He had to yell a little bit over the music.

“He’s in one of the back rooms” Derek replied. Thank goodness.

“We can meet him now if you’re ready”

“Yeah, let’s go” Patrick replied, a little too quick.

Derek was talking to him as they were walking to the back room, “Yeah, sorry about the location. I know your wife wouldn’t be too thrilled to hear you were here, but…it’s the only time you’ll get to meet Roman one on one.”

There was no doubt in Patrick’s mind that Melinda would be furious if she saw him here, especially in light of her recent attempts to control him. It would serve her right, though.

No, think of the children. We can get over this. I just have to get past this hurdle at work, then I can cut back my hours and focus on our relationship.

Derek opened a blood-red curtain to reveal a circular booth inhabited by two men—one was a CIA field agent, Jack Harrison, and the other was Roman.

No body guard? That’s a little strange

“Pryvit! (Greetings)” bellowed Roman. He was portly with grease-slicked dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a shot glass was in his hand.

“Hello Mr. Pavlychko, a pleasure to meet you” Patrick said, extending his hand.

Roman slammed the now empty shot glass onto the small table and shook Patrick’s hand violently, “Please, my friends call me Roman!” he proudly exclaimed. Patrick snuck a quick look at Jack, who smiled in acknowledgement, as if to say—yeah, he’s a character alright

“Alright, Roman, welcome to America. How do you like it?” Patrick said, sitting to Roman’s left.

“The vodka is shit, but the women here are beautiful!” he replied, pouring a round of shots.

He’s going to drink me under the table, Patrick realized, as Roman passed him a shot.

“To American women!” Roman toasted, raising his glass.

“American women!” they all cheered.

“I’ll make you take that back” came a feminine voice from the curtain. Patrick looked up and saw a stripper dressed in a pink and black tiger-stripe bikini and matching thong, standing with one leg in front of the other in a sexy pose.

Patrick just stared in awe at her amazing, perfect body. She was gorgeous—from her long, flowing brown hair down to her strong, toned legs. Despite her small frame, this stripper was sporting the biggest bust he had ever seen, and her bosom seemed to be bursting against the small fabric that held them. Patrick continued to stare at her chest, and felt his cock quickly growing to full length.

She’s so fucking beautiful, he thought. He watched her wavy hair tickle her chest as she moved her head to address each of the men. Patrick was mesmerized by her beauty, and didn’t hear the conversation.

A nudge brought his hearing back, and he looked to his right to see Roman addressing him-

“You like?” he said, but Patrick didn’t register what he was referring to. “A dance, for my friend”, he said to the stripper. Patrick realized with horror that this goddess was about to come over to him.

“Awww, he’s shaking” the stripper said, as she took a step closer to Patrick.

“Maybe some privacy, gentleman?”, Roman said to Jack and Derek, “I don’t think your boss here wants an audience.”

Patrick didn’t notice his colleagues leaving, but felt himself getting lost inside the stripper’s big green eyes as she made her way over, stalking him.

This isn’t happening, Patrick thought. His erection was tenting his pants, straining against the fabric as much as the stripper’s tits strained against her bikini. He felt a strong connection between the two of them, like he was meant for her.

“Isn’t she the most beautiful woman in the world?” Roman said in his ear, admiringly.

“Yes, she is” Patrick admitted. He saw her smile when he said that, and his face matched her instantly. She slid down next to him, arm along the back of the seat cushion.

Although his eyes never left hers, he felt the enormity of her breasts near him. It was a power that melted his thoughts and struck him dumb, and the intensity of her eyes only proved his inferiority.

“She is a goddess among men” Roman whispered in his ear. Patrick saw her speak again, and thought they were commands for him-

“That’s enough, my pet” she spoke.

I want to serve this woman all my life, came a thought out of the fog. There was no conscience to chastise him this time.

“I can take control from here. You are dismissed”, she said, turning her head towards Roman. The loss of eye contact afforded Patrick the opportunity to admire the toned muscles she possessed in her arms, as well as the strong legs that were crossed over now.

She had flawless white skin, so smooth that Patrick wanted to just lightly touch it, to know what she felt like. But he also knew that he was not worthy to touch her, so he waited, cock ready to explode.

“You will answer me truthfully, Patrick, because you love me more than anyone else in the world” she calmly commanded. She knows my name?

“I am the perfect woman, every part of me. Now what must you do?” she asked him. Patrick wanted to please her more than anything, and he didn’t have to think hard because the answer was so instinctive-

“Submit”

“Yes, my pet. You long to be controlled by women, and I am the alpha female” she said, puffing her chest out. Patrick’s eyes fell to her bosom, and didn’t realize that he was shrinking. “Feel my sexual power” she enunciated, forcing Patrick’s posture to slouch with every second he looked upon her bust.

“From now on, I will be your master, and you will serve no one but me. Do you understand?” she asked, forcing his head up to meet hers with her finger. The intensity of her eyes instantly overcame Patrick’s thoughts, “Yes, master.”

“Good. You will obey my commands without question, submitting all of your will over to me.” She still held his chin up with her finger.

“Yes, master. I will obey you without question.” With each word he uttered, Patrick felt a piece of himself fall away. The feeling should have terrified him, but instead, he felt a comfort in that submission.

“To serve me means great sacrifice—even sacrificing your family—“ Patrick winced at the thought, “but it also means great pleasure” she emphasized, stroking the bulge of his pants. Any thoughts of his family were erased by the sudden lust he felt now. He would serve her until he died.

She let go of his chin, and pushed him back against the cushion with her finger. With rapt attention, he watched as she mounted his lap, knees on either side of him. She seemed even bigger, if that was possible.

“Swear to me your undying loyalty”, she said, undoing his pant, “and swear to me that you will help me take down the CIA.” In the back of Patrick’s mind, his conscience gained a new voice with which to help save him from his predicament—Betray the CIA? I can’t do that…

“Uhhhh” came Patrick’s moan, as she pulled his cock free from his pants.

“Serve me” she cooed.

Oh, that feels good.

“Take down the CIA for your master” she said, teasingly stroking on his fully erect cock.

I can’t…ohhhh, fuck me…she’s so hot

“Patrick, you belong to me now. Don’t you want me?”

“Yes” came Patrick’s immediate reply. No! Don’t give up on your family. Think of Melinda, Steven, and Avery!

Patrick, despite having his manhood controlled by this sexual woman, resisted the urges coming from his cock. He had to find the will power to resist her control, otherwise he may never come back.

Feeling that now was his moment, Patrick turned his upper body to the side, trying to get away from this succubus. He felt the fog start to clear as he tried to crawl on top of the cushion, away from her influence.

I have to get away!

Patrick felt a sharp pain in his crotch, and a tug on his privates stocked his momentum. He stopped on his side, looking back at the stripper digging her nails into his fully engorged penis.

“This is mine!” she snarled at him, giving it another tug, “You think you can resist me, Theodora?!” she yelled.

No, Patrick realized. It’s her?! What is going on?

During Patrick’s confusion, Theodora quickly placed her body on Patrick’s, laying him flat on his back.

The next thing he knew, Patrick felt Theodora’s gorgeous body on his own, her chest to his chest. She stared him full in the eyes, mere inches away-

“How does that feel?” she asked. Patrick felt unimaginable pleasure from his cock, which was being pumped by Theodora’s heavenly hand. He locked eyes with her, and his body felt so weak underneath hers.

Thoughts of resistance faded, and Theodora’s sexual onslaught continued unabated.

Oh fuck, that’s good, he thought.

“Do you like submitting to your master, slave?” she spoke. Patrick’s eyes half-closed from the pleasure.

“Yes” was his meek response.

“Do you feel my sensual power overcoming you, my pet?” she teased.

Patrick could not deny that he felt powerless, and under her spell, “Yes, master.” It felt so good to call her master.

“Close your eyes” she commanded him. He complied, but felt the touch leave his cock.

No, keep going…

“Open them.” When Patrick looked up again, he saw that her massive tits, held within the bright pink stripes of her bikini, were now inches from his face.

“Gaze upon your master, and feel your submission to me strengthen as your lust consumes you.” Patrick stared at the firm, milky-white flesh above him, beckoning him to give into his desires.

No thoughts came to Patrick’s mind as he continued to stare. Theodora smiled at his dumb expression, sensing that his resistance was finally coming to an end.

“Remember your training…you are submissive to females, hopelessly lusting after them…but you are also weak…and find them incredibly powerful…” she intoned, rotating her chest in slow circles. Patrick followed them with his eyes.

“Incredibly powerful” Patrick repeated, thinking only of the massive globes filling his vision.

“Swear submission to your master” Patrick heard a voice say. The feeling of desire grew with every circular rotation.

“I submit to you master.” The power in front of his eyes seemed to grow with every admission.

“Obey my voice” Patrick heard. He waited for more instructions.

“Come be with me, and give up everything you have.” Yes, be with master…

“I give up everything.” His cock was standing straight up, pulsing with desire.

“There is no woman more powerful than I, don’t you agree?” absolutely

“There is no woman more powerful than you, master”, Patrick said. And he believed every word of it.

“Not even your wife” No, of course not

“Not even my wife.”

“You long to be dominated by your true master, Theodora”

“I long to be dominated by you, master”, Patrick said in a monotone voice. His mind now felt permanently lost, fallen deep within the darkness of his own making. This was the moment Theodora had been waiting for.

“Listen to my voice, doing exactly as it says” Theodora continued, keeping her chest still. “Who do you serve?”

“Theodora” was Patrick’s response.

“Why do you serve Theodora?” came a voice in Patrick’s mind.

“She is my master, because she controls me” was his response.

“And how is it that she controls you?” came the voice again.

“She controls me through her sex, which I am powerless against” Patrick admitted.

“Very good. Do you believe this with all your body and mind?”

Patrick did not give an immediate answer…”no”

“And why is that?” the voice asked.

“I can’t betray my country” Patrick replied.

“Listen to me carefully, and obey my command—you will not ejaculate until I allow it. And the more you want to cum, the harder it will be to resist me. Do you understand?” the voice said. Patrick felt a ripple of pleasure within his mind, enticing his subconscious to obey.

“Yes, master”

“Good. Now I want you to remember that you are hopelessly addicted to my sex, and that any reminder of it will drive you deeper into your sexual desires. Can you feel it?” Theodora asked, grinding on Patrick’s stomach.

“Uuuhh, yes master” Patrick responded. Even lost in his own subconscious, Patrick could feel the muscles of Theodora’s thighs rubbing against his ribs, and her crotch sliding up and down his stomach.

“You can feel your desire growing with each second you are in my presence, as my voice and body tempts you beyond what you can handle.” Theodora proceeded to take Patrick’s shirt off, and placed her hands on his chest.

“Is this what you desire?” she teased him, lazily tracing her cleavage with a finger.

Patrick’s breath caught in his throat, “Yes, master, please.”

“Then submit to me” she responded.

“I submit to you” he breathed.

“You will not orgasm until you obey your true master over those at the CIA. I promise you that.”

Patrick whined, feeling his loyalties fighting inside his mind—submit to the pleasure, or remain loyal to his country?

Patrick saw the pink and black bikini fall away, revealing Theodora’s F cup-sized breasts.

“Ahhh” Patrick groaned, as the sight of her naked flesh made his lust rise again.

“You want to submit to these, don’t you, my pet?” Theodora said in her teasing tone.

Absolutely. “Yes, more than anything. Please let me cum, master” Patrick pleaded again.

“Not yet” she said, kneading her breasts in front of her helpless prey.

Patrick’s head jerked side to side from the overstimulation—“Pleeease. Stop.”

“Nooo, Patrick. Not until you are all mine” she smiled wickedly. “Gaze upon the destruction of your mind, and know that you will have to make the decision whom to serve.” Bringing her left tit up with her hand, Theodora slowly and sensually licked her nipple, watching the anguish on Patrick’s face.

“Can you feel your desires for me overpower your loyalty now, my pet?” she asked. She already knew the answer from his expression. Dropping her breast from her mouth, she felt the shockwave jiggle her chest.

“Oooohhh”

Theodora placed her index fingers on her areolas, rubbing them in concentric circles, “OOOHHH” she moaned for effect, pretending to be aroused from the motion. She could feel the slight bucking movements of Patrick’s hips. She was about to break this bronco.

“Help me betray your country, Patrick, and I will release you from your impotent state. Follow me to the destruction of America, and I will give you more pleasure than you have ever known. You cannot resist me. Admit it.”

“I…can’t….resist” Patrick said, as if realizing a truth.

No, I can’t let you off that easy, Theodora reflected. Patrick had dared resist her enough to crawl away. It was an impressive act of defiance, one that demonstrated this man’s strong will and leadership. He truly was one of the best the CIA could offer, but that only brought out the fierce competitor in Theodora.

Pulling on the string holding her thong together, Theodora watched Patrick’s amazement as she bared her pussy for him-

“I submit! I’ll do anything, master. Please, let me CUM!” he yelled. He stared at the pink labia of her pussy, overwhelmed at the sight of her literal sex. It was the final straw that broke his mind, the pinnacle of feminine power that was too much for any man under his conditioning to handle.

Sliding back, Theodora positioned herself so that her pussy could engulf Patrick’s rock hard cock.

“Vill you betray your country?” she said through gritted teeth. Her Russian accent had broken through her façade, a symbol of her primal struggle against this man.

“YES, YES, I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK” he yelled.

“Vould you kill your family for me?” she challenged him. There was a moment’s hesitation, which was all Theodora was looking for.

Guiding his cock with her hand, she slowly but forcefully drove it into her vagina.

“Ah” Patrick gasped, momentarily losing his breath. His body rocked from side to side.

“Vould you kill your family for me?” she sternly asked again. Patrick had to catch his breath to answer-

“YES, I will kill them, master! I will kill my family for you! I…will”—

“Cum for me, slave!”

Theodora felt an explosion inside her that she had not ever felt before—it was like a water gun was shoved up her vagina, pelting her from the inside. Feeling her final victory, Theodora smothered Patrick’s face with her bosom, cementing the bond of female domination. She felt him moan uncontrollably, as the orgasm gave him the release he needed.

When Theodora finally laid Patrick’s head down on the cushion, she noticed that he was still talking, albeit very softly. Craning her head down to his mouth, she heard him repeat himself, over and over again…

“I will kill my family for you…I will kill my family for you…”

This may turn out better than I had planned, Theodora mused.

Police say that 29-year-old Patrick Winston, father of two and husband to 26-year-old wife Melinda Winston, suffered a mental breakdown while at the CIA headquarters in Langley Tuesday night. The official report from the CIA stated that he acted erratically, yelling obscenities and causing a scene before being escorted out by security.

Although he was placed on paid leave, Patrick Winston went home later that day, when his wife was home. An argument ensued, as evidenced by the broken furniture in the house, as well as marks on both Patrick and Melinda. Although police don’t know yet what provoked the fight, they do believe it escalated quickly, resulting in the shooting death of Melinda Winston. It was then that police believe Patrick shot himself, point blank, in the head.

Theodora muted the tv, and sat back in her overstuffed leather chair.

“Is it all gone?” she asked.

“Nearly all of it, master” came the masculine voice. Theodora turned in her chair to address her inside man.

“You’ve done well, Derek” Theodora purred in her low, sexy voice. “With the satellite data destroyed, the CIA will have nothing to accuse the Russians with. Russian troops and weapons will continue to flood the Russian nationalist’ side, further ensuring their victory over the ethnic Ukrainian population. We expect the civil war to continue for no more than 6 months, after which Mother Russia will annex the separatist state and gain greater control of the Black Sea coast.” Derek nodded in agreement.

“And now that Patrick has taken the responsibility all upon himself, they won’t be looking for anyone else to blame. We are free to continue our operations…” Theodora said, trailing off.

“Tell me, who can we expect to come to the funeral?” Theodora asked.

“Most of the Ukrainian Task Force will be there, as well as former Task Force leader and Eastern European division leader Jane Kerrigan, Eastern European deputy director John Haslip, and assistant deputy director Morgan Utley” Derek replied.

Theodora’s eyes widened—“Morgan Utley? He’s only one position away from CIA Director.” She smiled widely, “Can we get him to come here?”

Derek thought about it for a moment, “It’s a long shot. He’s a family man, no real vices. No real weaknesses that I could find, either…”

“Leave that to me. It’s what I do best.”

“Yes, master.” Theodora held the silence with her thoughts.

“Are the girls ready?” she asked him.

“Yes, along with all the other arrangements” he nodded, curtly.

Theodora thought about her strategy, and if it would work—I’ve never tried to convert so many people over so quick a time before. It’s ambitious, but it’ll work if done right. I know these girls—they are the best trained Russian spies I have ever seen. With their skills handling people, mixed with the physical enhancements we gave them, they should not have any problems seducing the men (and women) that come in here.

Theodora had planned out the after-funeral party as much as she could—from the girls’ outfits, the music, to the food. The trap was set, now it was time to wait.

“Offer my condolences for the deceased”, she told Derek, “and bring as many uptight, stressed out colleagues as you can.”

They were going to need Release.