The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sitting at the desk, I anxiously awaited the Mistress’ web page to load up. As it began to fill the screen, I eagerly scanned the contents to see if there were any updates I hadn’t yet seen. Much to my delight, an addition had been made. It screamed to me on the screen, highlighted by red arrows and flashing text:

“Want to really become my panty slave, my little sluts? Order my new hypnotic tape, ‘Be MY Panty Slave.’ DO IT NOW SLUT BOY!”

As you can imagine, I was out of my mind with desire to acquire this latest gift from my Mistress. The cost of the tape seemed a little expensive at first, but no more than the other tapes I’d already ordered. And after listening to them, I knew they were all bargains!

The next morning, I couldn’t wait to mail my order. As I dropped the letter in my mailbox, I thought about how difficult it would be to wait the 4-6 weeks the web page advertised as the average delivery period. ‘Patience,’ I thought, ‘good things come to those who wait.’

About five weeks later I received a package. I was puzzled; it had the Mistress’ return address on it, but it seemed rather large to mail a single cassette in. Anxious to solve the mystery, I rushed into the house to see why the package was so big. As I tore it open, two smaller packages and an envelope fell out onto the counter. One package was labeled ‘Tape’; the other ‘DO NOT OPEN UNTIL INSTRUCTED TO DO SO!’ The envelope was labeled with big red letters that said ‘READ THIS FIRST’.

I sank down in the chair next to the stereo and opened the envelope. I was pleasantly surprised to find a perfumed hand-written letter from the Mistress herself. I could already feel myself getting hard as I began to read.

‘Hello, slave boy. How good of you to continue your journey of total surrender to ME. The packages I’ve sent you contain very special presents to help you on your way. Now, I want you to follow these steps exactly: First, take off all your clothes and lay down on a bed or soft reclining chair. Make sure to bring the two packages and a tape player. Once you get comfortable, play the tape but do not open the other package (I’ll spank your silly ass if you do!). Just listen to the tape very closely, and you’ll find out what comes next.’

I sprung up out of the chair to retrieve the two packages and my headphones. Placing them on the chair, I frantically began to tear off my clothes. Within 30 seconds they lay in a chaotic pile on the floor. Opening the first package, I pulled out a cassette labeled “Panty Enslavement Training.” Smiling eagerly, I plugged the headphones into the stereo and inserted the cassette into the tape player. As the tape began to run, I sat down in the chair, reclined back, and put the headphones over my ears.

In a few seconds, a pleasing electronic melody began filtering into my ears. Shortly afterwards, the Mistress’ deep, sensuous voice made its first appearance. “Hello, my slut slave. Are you prepared to become totally obedient to my most intimate and omnipotent female scent? Soon it will turn you into the helpless, worthless slave you were born to be.”

Just as I began to wonder just how the Mistress was going to pull this off, She began her subtle yet irresistible induction sequence. Soon my eyelids began to feel really heavy, so much so that I could not keep them open for more than a few seconds at a time. Eventually, they closed completely and stayed that way. I soon drifted into a pleasant, blissful trance... as the Mistress’ words melted into my subconscious mind like a hot plate melts butter.

Some time later (I couldn’t tell just how much later), my eyes suddenly snapped open involuntarily, and the Mistress’ voice seemed to return abruptly. “Now slut, although you are still deeply hypnotized, you are now wide awake. Your eyes are open, but they will look only where my voice directs them. Now, retrieve the other package I sent you. Get it now, slut. Do it...”

Staring blankly, I reached down to get the package, which was leaning up against the side of the chair. My fingers closed on it and began to slowly lift it up over the arm of the chair. For some reason... it must have been the trance... it seemed to take forever.

Almost to the instant that I retrieved the package, the Mistress’ voice returned. “Now, slave-boy, open up the package.” I had a surprisingly difficult time complying (not because I didn’t want to, but my fingers seemed to be moving in slow-motion). However, I managed to overcome the strange debilitating sensation and complete the task.

The Mistress’ instructions resumed. “Very good, MY pet. Now pull out the contents and discard the package.” I reached inside the package; whatever was inside it was enclosed in some sort of plastic wrapping. I slowly drew it from the package, discarding the emptied shell on the floor without a second thought.

My eyes fell upon the item I held in my hand. It was an opaque white plastic bag, heat sealed so that it was airtight. I couldn’t see what the bag held, but it was soft and light.

“Now slave boy, tear open the bag.” I could almost hear the smile on the Mistress’ face through the inflection of her words. I began to pull the sides of the bag apart. My hands still moved a little slowly, and felt rather weak, but eventually the well-sealed bag began to tear open. My eyes blinked slowly, then came to focus on the contents: a pair of black silken lace panties.

“Have you found the buried treasure, my mindless slut toy? I knew you would. Take the panties out and hold them up, in front of you.” I did as instructed. The panties were damp, and as I removed them from the bag, I detected a pungent and unmistakably feminine scent.

“Now, let your eyes behold your Mistress’ pretty panties. That’s it... very good. You’re doing quite well, slave boy.” My eyes fell upon the large dark spot in the front panel. Instinctively, I knew that was where the intense feminine smell emanated from.

“Now my silly slut, put my panties on over your head. Make sure you put the wet spot in front right over your nose.” I immediately complied, and as I did so I felt my cock rapidly growing and thickening. My hands fell to my sides after positioning the panties as the Mistress directed. I took a breath through my nose; the scent was both overwhelming and intoxicating at the same time.

“I’ll bet your getting very hard now, aren’t you my pet?” Now how did she know that? I was indeed rock hard. “Good, that’s just how I want you to be. Put your hand on your swollen, hard cock. Now, breathe in through your nose. Smell your Mistress’ amazing scent. As you breathe, stroke yourself. Breathe in and stroke. Breathe... stroke... breathe... stroke... breathe... stroke...”

I could feel the pre-cum bubbling up towards the head of my cock. I knew a massive eruption was about to follow close behind. Just as I was anticipating an explosion, the Mistress decided otherwise.

“Getting excited, are we slut? Well, you’re not done yet, slave boy. Not by a long shot! As you continue to stroke, you find your swollen cock is now growing numb. It feels like cold.. colder... colder.” This incredible... I could actually feel my rod growing colder! “Your cock feels like ice... and now it’s frozen stiff!” Her taunting voice mocked me. “Poor slut slave, I’ve turned your puny cock into an icicle! And your cum is frozen inside, trapped inside your poor rock hard ice cold cock.”

I was suddenly crestfallen. I was still fully aroused—inhaling the intoxicating scent ensured that—but I had somehow lost all feeling in my rock hard prick. I frantically stroked to try and regain the feeling in my shaft, but I couldn’t feel anything. It was as if I was stroking some other guy’s prick!

After giving me a moment to contemplate this unexpected turn, the Mistress’ voice returned, a devilish tone evident in her words. “You want to regain control of your cock, don’t you slave boy? Well, I probably shouldn’t let you... Yes, how about if I just kept your cock as it is right now... stiff and ice cold. Would you like that?” I shook my head no. “No? You want your cock back... Well, I don’t know. Maybe you can do something to get control of your cock back. Stop pumping, close your eyes, and listen carefully.”

Still deep under the Mistress’ hypnotic power, I did as she commanded instantly. “Now, put your hand back on your frozen cock. I will help you to get the feeling back in it... maybe. Now follow my commands to the letter or your cock will always be a Popsicle.” More than a little frantic at that prospect, I wasn’t about to disobey any order the Mistress gave me even if I could.

“Now slave boy, repeat each sentence I tell you exactly. After you repeat each sentence verbatim, you may stroke your cock once. If you follow these commands, each stroke will warm your frozen cock one degree. But if you make even the smallest mistake, you’ll need a blowtorch to thaw out that tiny cock of yours. Let’s begin...”

“I love the smell of my Mistress’ pussy...”

I repeated the phrase and stroked my cock. Was that a tiny warming sensation I felt?

“Smelling my Mistress’ pussy makes me weak and compliant...”

Again I repeated the words I heard and stroked. Slowly, sensation began to return to my rod as I repeated the subsequent statements the Mistress instructed me to utter.

“Smelling my Mistress’ pussy makes me realize she owns me, mind, body, and soul...”

“Smelling my Mistress’ pussy makes me want to obey her...”

“Smelling my Mistress’ pussy makes me need to please her...”

“Smelling my Mistress’ pussy makes me want to worship her...”

“Smelling my Mistress’ pussy makes me need to surrender to her...”

Feeling was now returning to my rapidly thawing cock. I began to feel the pre-cum once again begin poke up near the top of my shaft. Amazingly, as if she could sense this, another command reminded me who was in charge.

“I will never again cum without the permission of my Mistress...”

I repeated the phrase and stroked, feeling a little more pleasure as I did so. But the pre-cum that moments ago was ready to emerge suddenly seemed corked up at the top of my cock.

“Having a little trouble, slut? Well, I’ll demonstrate my omnipotence by allowing you regain just a bit of control over your cock. Now, stroke yourself as you repeat after me...”

I began to stroke my cock as I listened intently.

“I get excited when I smell my Mistress’ pussy...”

“I obey my Mistress always... I crave the scent of her pussy.”

“I need to smell my Mistress’ pussy to be happy...”

“I am enslaved by the scent of my Mistress’ pussy...”

“When I smell her pussy, I will cum on command when Mistress Yvette tells me to...”

Mistress Yvette let out a little teasing laugh after she spoke these latest words. She was like a cat toying with a pitiful little mouse just before the kill.

“Every breath of Mistress Yvette’s pussy scent enslaves me more to her will...”

“I need to order a pair of Mistress Yvette’s panties every month and wear them on my head as I play this tape...”

“The scent of pussy is getting me very excited, but I will only cum when my Mistress tells me to...”

I felt a drop of pre-cum escape.

“When I cum while wearing her panties on my head, I proclaim my complete subservience to Mistress Yvette.”

The cum began to boil inside my suddenly trembling cock.

“I will cum now!”

As the last word left my lips, my stopped-up cum suddenly exploded from the tip of my shaft. Not only was the sensation more intense than anything I’d ever felt, the size of the load I shot was astonishing. Hot jism covered most of my belly, my upper legs, and the chair. I wondered if any cum was left in my balls or if I had shot my entire lifetime supply in one fell swoop.

“Very good, slut slave. Now rest and listen to the peaceful sound of my voice...” I suddenly drifted back into hypnotic sleep.

My eyes snapped open the next morning as my clock radio alarm buzzed loudly. It was going to be a great day. After all, it was the day I was to order a new pair of Mistress Yvette’s panties!