The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Barbara Svenson wondered who might be ringing at her door on Saturday morning at 8:00 am. Trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes, she trotted towards the door and opened. In front of her stood a man, around 40, smiling at her. “Miss Svenson? Barbara Svenson?” “Yes”, she mumbled, still half-asleep. “Rekam Tuls from Lortnoc Electronics”, he shook her hand. “Congratulations! You were chosen by Lortnoc Electronics to test our newest high speed internet connection. May I come in? Thank you.” Before she had a chance to refuse, he already had walked past her. “Listen...” she started but he interrupted her. “I know what you want to tell me. Our system is up to 20 times faster than any internet connection you know. You can test it for a full month and it will cost you nothing. All we ask of you, is to be available for a few interviews to gather information on how you used the system and your general experiences and feelings with it. And it takes only one minute to install it. Now, what do you say?” Barbara, desperate to get back to bed, gave in, just to get rid of him. “Okay”, she mumbled and showed him her computer. At least he had been right about the time. Within one minute the installation was complete. “Thank you for your time, Miss Svenson. Don’t be surprised when your computer will show a new start-up screen. It’s part of the program. I’ll see you on Monday for our first interview.” After she had signed the necessary papers he finally left. Barbara Svenson immediately went back to bed.

Rekam Tuls smiled triumphantly while he walked down the doorway. He had been right about her sleeping late on Saturday. Barbara had been so tired, she had simply had no will to withstand. Within this weekend she should be well prepared. Satisfied, that everything had worked so smoothly, he climbed into his fire-red Corvette. “Rekam, how did it go?” Angela smiled at him while she worked her 40-DD’s out of her skin tight bodysuit. Once again, he was happy that the blackened windows hid everything that happened inside the car. He grabbed her heaving tits and dragged her down into his crotch. She nestled with his zipper and pulled out his semi-hard cock while he answered her. “Quite fine, my little bimbo. On Monday she’ll be mine.” “Oh goodie,” Angela squealed before she opened her lips and pushed her head over his hardening member. She wanted to be a good little bimbo to him and she knew what he would need the most right now.

“Always the eager little slut, hm?” She giggled around his cock, while she licked the underside of his tool. He knew her so well. And he always seemed to find the right words that let her heart melt.—Angela still praised the day when he had come to her house and had shown her that computer thing for the internet. She had forgotten what it was about, but that didn’t bother her. He had shown her how to find the sites where she could choose her clothes from. She always felt like a little child in a candy store when she saw all those tight shirts, revealing tops, see-through blouses, ass-hugging hot pants and tight micro-mini-skirts. Not to mention the frilly lingerie or the fancy costumes she liked to wear.—She put his cock out of her mouth and let her tongue flicker across the tip of it, while she looked up at him. When she heard his approving moan she bobbed back down again until her head was buried in his crotch.—And all the toys, that these sites had to offer! Vibrators, butt plugs, nipples-clips (she shuddered just from the thought of how wonderful they hurt her sensitive pleasure buds), whips, riding crops, handcuffs, bondage gear: You name it, they got it.—

His cock was fully erect now, buried deep down in her throat. Angela loved it when his cock gagged her so she had to breath through her nose. He felt so mighty, so powerful down there and it made her feel so useful to him. And she wanted to be useful to him. She wanted to be the best little slut he could imagine. At least she owed him everything.—She once owned several Cajun restaurants that her dad had left behind when he had died. When she met Rekam for her first interview, they had talked the whole afternoon. The interview soon had been forgotten and they had talked about her private life, her feelings and her goals in life. He had been so understanding when she had recognized her true meaning of life. She had never wanted to lead the life of a business woman. All she ever had wanted, was to be a sex toy for her man. The moment he had offered to arrange all her business things so she could live the life of her dreams, she had fallen in love with him. He had sold all her restaurants and her mansion and they had moved into a lovely penthouse right by the riverside.—

Again she let his cock pop out of her mouth. She moved up a bit and began to massage his tool with her tits. From time to time she moved her dangling hooters in a circling motion over his spear. She giggled inwardly when she remembered how he had reacted when she had done that for the first time. He had told her he loved it when she was “ringing the bells”. After ringing them for a minute or two, she grabbed his cock in her left hand and one of her tits in her right. Then she pressed her hard nipples directly into the little piss slit of his purple cockhead, moving her tit from side to side. His cock throbbed in her hand and he patted her head. “You really use your tits like a pro nowadays.” Angela reveled in his compliment.—She had come a long way to be the fuck toy she wanted to be for him. Again, he had been so helpful to her. During the first week after they had moved into his new penthouse, he had fucked her senseless many times a day. But then his interest in her faded.

She thought about it and had come to the conclusion that her mere C-cups and her small and firm butt simply didn’t fit the image she had of herself. She wanted to be a slut and a slut would have much bigger tits and a large round ass, so men would like to fuck her.—After teasing him with her tits for a while her mouth went back into action and she once again was bobbing her head up and down his prick.—She had talked to him, telling him she would like to have real big titties and a big round butt, so she would really look like a slut. She not only wanted to feel like a whore, but also look like the cheap whore she wanted to be. Again he was so understanding, telling her that Lortnoc Electronics not only made those internet things but that they were also specialized in the enhancement of women’s bodies. He showed her their internet site and her mouth dropped in awe when she saw the pictures of the enhanced women. The smallest tits were 38D and some of the women had really large butts. Angela decided right away she wanted 40DD’s and a butt big enough to get a good grip on. He smiled when she told him about her decision and when he fucked her that evening it had been like the first time for Angela.—

Angela felt a familiar throbbing in her throat and she knew that he was about to come. But instead of filling her throat and belly with his seed, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back off of his cock. He smiled down at her, when he slapped her on her right cheek. The first blow was quickly followed by a backhand against her left cheek.—The first time he had slapped her she had panicked, fearing he had been angry with her. But he had told her, he simply had been in the mood to slap her. “It just feels good to slap that lovely face of yours”, he had complimented her. “And besides, if you want to be a slut, you should be treated like one.” She had admired him for his thoughtfulness. And he was right. Sluts like her always got slapped around, didn’t they? She had smiled wickedly at him, “Maybe you should give me another one. I’m a really bad, bad girl.” He had refused. “A slut doesn’t care for her own selfish needs. She satisfies the needs of others.” From that day on it had become a habit for him to slap her around, whenever he was in the mood.—Just like now, when he ordered her to bend over so she could give him a nice and slow tit-fuck. She grabbed her boobies in both hands and bending forward, closed them around his cock. Then she moved her body back and forth, applying just the right pressure on her tits, to make his cock feel comfortable.

—Having decided for a body enhancement, Angela now faced the problem of lack of money. She couldn’t expect Rekam to pay for her as it was her own wish to become the big-titted, big-assed slut she craved to be. Besides, he had been so understanding to let her have the body she wanted that she simply didn’t have the nerve to ask him for the money. Clever as he was, he had a wonderful idea. He told her, he would be glad to be her pimp and whore her out to men who would pay a lot of money to fuck an eager little Latin bitch who would do anything she’s asked for. She would give the money she earned with her body to him and he would see, she’d get the body she craved for as quick as possible. On top of that she would get a great deal of experience on how to please men sexually, so he would benefit too. Angela had thanked him profusely, giving him the best blowjob she was capable of. From the next day on he had whored her out at least three times a day. As all her holes were available for her clients it was like a crash course on how to satisfy men’s sexual desires.

Because her clients were allowed to use her however they wanted she returned each time totally worn out and with a big amount of money. The days, she managed to return with more than 2500 $ Rekam would fuck her in all her holes as a reward. One day she came home with 10000 $, having served as the evening entertainment of five business men. Rekam had been so proud of her that he had given her the next day off, so she could do her household chores. They were interrupted of course by many fucking sessions where she was allowed to show him her new skills. After one month of selling herself, Rekam had announced that she had made enough money to get her body improvement. So the next day they went to Lortnoc Electronics. Angela was babbling all the way like a little child. She still couldn’t believe that in just a few days, she would finally be, what, as long as she could remember, she always had wanted to be. A slut with big tits and a big ass, designed for only one purpose: to please Rekam Tuls, the man she loved with all of her heart.—

His cock throbbed and twitched between her tits, showing the approach of his orgasm. Angela pressed her tits harder down onto his cock and began licking the tip of his prick whenever it came out of her cleavage. She instinctively knew he would want to spray her tits and she felt so proud, to finally provide a tit-fuck that deserved its name. She had always be ashamed of her poor little C-cups but today she had real hooters that were worth to be fucked.—Angela had instantly felt at ease when they had met Dr. Benson. He oggled her from head to toe when she presented herself in the slutty outfit that served to advertise her body. When she finally would have the body she craved for, she could walk around naked and everybody would know that she was a true slut. She left all the talking to Rekam. As well as she desperately wanted a body enhancement, most of all, she wished to be the perfect sex toy for him. “Hello Mr. Tuls,” Dr. Benson welcomed them, “so it’s a full slut makeover you’re looking for?”

“With regard to her body, yes. Mentally, she nearly is as perfect as she could be”, Rekam answered, patting her ass. Angela squealed, not only from his hand on her half-naked ass, but from his compliment as well. She even blushed a little, being so openly praised by the man she loved. Apart from the thorough use of her body she craved nothing more than his approval. She basked in his compliments when he appreciated her talents as his personal whore. “I see,” Dr. Benson answered, “so let’s begin with the body measurements. What are you looking for?” Angela looked at Rekam. “How about some 40-DD tits?” He asked, then whispered in her ear, “can you imagine how slutty you will look with a pair of 40-DD’s? And the way they would feel wrapped around my cock?” Angela nearly came just from the picture of his mighty cock between her big tits. All she could answer was a sighed, ‘yes’. “Okay then,” Dr. Benson continued, “what about her waist and her butt?” “I think we’ll keep the waistline but she definitely needs a different ass. Would you turn around?” he addressed Angela, who quickly complied.

He grabbed her right ass-cheek and showed Dr. Benson, what he was looking for. “You see, I like the way her cheeks spill out of her shorts, but I’d like them to be a bit fuller and softer. They should be easy to grip, soft to the touch and they must wobble when she walks.” Dr. Benson grabbed Angela’s left cheek, trying to sink his fingers in, to see what Rekam was talking about. All that talking about her assets and the ministrations on her body were too much for the poor girl. She shuddered, trotting from one foot to the other and then she wetted the crotch of her hotpants. She was such a slut. “Ah, I see.” Dr. Benson still tried to sink his fingers into her ass-cheek. “You’re right. They are way to firm.” He swatted her ass with a resounding whack. “What do you think?” He addressed Angela. In her arousal, it was hard for her to think anything at all but nevertheless she managed to answer. “Oh, I’d like to have a real big butt for Rekam.” Rekam smiled at her and patted her ass playfully. “That’s what I like so much about her. The little bitch is always so eager to please. And with all the training she got throughout the last month, she’s a real expert now.” Rekam twinkled his eye, and Angela giggled at his funny remark.

“There’s just one more thing I need to know. Throughout the transformation process, we could heighten the sensivity of any part of her body. However, there is a side-effect. We could increase the sensivity by a factor up to four. But that would reduce her intelligence to about 70 percent, since we would need to connect some of her synapses to her pleasure center.” Rekam looked at Angela. “Since it’s your wish to be a slut, I’ll let you decide, what kind of a slut you want to be. Do you just want to be a hot slut, that likes to get fucked or will you be my little brainless bimbo slut that thinks with her cunt, her tits and her ass?” Not noticing the gleam in his eyes, it took only a second for Angela to answer. Which girl would want to think when she could get fucked? “I want to be a bimbo-slut.” “So bimbo it is then,” Rekam proclaimed. Both men shared a knowing smile. Dr. Benson left to make the necessary preparations and Rekam turned to Angela. She happily looked up at him, eager to getting started. Rekam looked very serious when he spoke to her. “Angela, before we start, I have to make a confession. You never would have needed to earn the money for your transformation. I could have given you the transformation for free as I’m actually the owner of Lortnoc Electronics.”

He waited for some reaction from her but she just stood there, not knowing what to say. “But I have felt that if I give it to you for free, you might think that you owe me something. And I thought that if you had to work for the money, you’d enjoy the results more just because you would have done it all by yourself. Now, what do you think about it? Please be honest.” He watched her carefully. This was the final test. With tears in her eyes Angela stood up on tiptoes to kiss him softly. Oh, Rekam”, she sighed, “that’s so sweet of you. You are the most considerate man I ever met. I love you for that and I promise, I’ll be the best little bimbo slut, I can be.” ‘YES!’ he thought. Everything had gone just like he had planned, and it had been so easy. Dr. Benson returned and Rekam left them alone. In two days he would return to pick up his new bimbo.—

He slapped her face again. “Hands to your back, whore”, he hissed and Angela’s cunt jumped. He was about to come on her. Quickly her hands were folded behind her back, causing her tits to jut forward. She licked her pouty lips while she looked up at him with come-hit-her eyes. He grabbed her hooters and pulled her forward, back over his cock again. Her tits were so full, so big, so soft and there was nearly no sag. Yet they looked perfectly natural. Angela was really proud of them. She showed them off all the time, squeezing them into the tightest and most revealing outfits she could find on these wonderful websites. If Rekam hadn’t objected she would have walked around naked in public. His movements got quicker, her whole body going up and down from the yanking on her tits. And they were so sensitive! She could come just from having him grope and pinch her tender flesh. His cock throbbed and Angela prepared for her own explosion. The word orgasm just didn’t describe the sensation she felt, whenever he came in her or on her. She had come to think of it as an explosion but even this word only came close to the complete truth of what happened to her body.

He stopped every movement and clamped down hard on her tits. And then it happened... Hot white goo shot out of his cock, erupting over the globes of her 40DD’s, covering them in a sticky mess that smelled and tasted like ambrosia to her. She screamed as her cunt spasmed in an earth-shaking explosion, nearly driving her unconscious. “Oh god! Yes, Rekam! Spray your little whore’s tits with your seed,” she screeched, “show her what a dirty fucking slut she is. Yes! Yes! Yes! Mark me with your glory seed. Burn my skin with your hot lava.” Angela was beyond any conscious thought, screaming and gasping, while he came, drowning her in his cum. When he was finished he grabbed her hair and yanked her forward into his crotch. “Clean me, you fucking whore!” he ordered and she happily began licking his cock and balls until he was spotless clean. Carefully she pushed his softening cock back into his pants and zipped them up. She looked down at her cum-covered tits and then up at him like a little girl.

“Thank you so much for your wonderful gift.” She jiggled her boobies for him and smiled a wicked smile. “Now what should I do with it?” She licked her lips seductively, hoping he would allow her to feed all of it into her belly. “Why don’t you squeeze those hooters of yours back into your clothes,” he answered, while he started the engine and began to drive off. Angela felt horny again when she felt the tight fitting cloth of her bodysuit on her cum-covered tits. Her naughty nipples stood proud against the material that was stretched to its limit by her funbags. She inhaled deeply, smelling the wonderful odor of his drying cum coming up from her cleavage. The little bumps in the road let her titties jiggle and she heard the squishing sounds as her tight top rubbed his cum into her hot skin.