The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Cindy stepped outside the institute in total dismay. What an awful coincidence it had been.

She’d signed up for an easy psychology test invitation that came in the mail—she just had to show up for a 2-hour session, and she got a cool check for $500. She could certainly use the money.

What was not planned was finding out that the conductor of the test was Susan Collins, none other than the wife of Cindy’s current “lover”. Richard Collins was her History professor – and they had been having an affair for the last 3 months. Cindy wasn’t proud of this but she was enchanted with the older, confident, good-looking professor.

And she did give him something that his wife could not – not just youth and beauty... Both the professor and the student were into BDSM. Nothing too hard-core, but certainly enough to get Professor Collins’s rocks off. The sort of stuff his wife would not get into.

There was a taxi waiting for her. And Cindy certainly needed an easy ride back home after a brain-busting session with her secret lover’s wife... And with the check in her hands, she could well afford it.

Cindy took a seat in the back – she was well aware the driver was checking her out on the mirror, and she was used to such reaction from men.

She leaned forth and handed an envelope to the driver.

“What the hell is this?” the driver asked in what sounded like heavy Italian accent. Cindy could read the name from taxi identity card anyway: Tony Luici.

He’d turned around to face the girl. He was a very fat and stocky man, probably in his late-40s. His hair seemed oily and sticky. He’d had a shave a long time ago, judging from the overgrown stubble on his face. He reeked of tobacco and alcohol, and it wasn’t even 5 o’clock yet. Cindy felt bad for the man’s wife, presuming he had had one...

“Would you please start driving, we’re going to Boston College…” she ordered the driver curtly.

The thing was, Cindy had no idea what was in the envelope or why she had given it to him – she hadn’t even been aware of carrying it with her, until she handed it over to the driver.

“Hmm, maybe it’s my tip...” the repulsive driver chuckled, as he kicked into gear: He had brought in an older lady that morning, who’d promised to tip him very well – only he’d get his tip later in the day.

Tony had only cursed after she’d left of course – what kind of raw deal was that? Yet, he’d been called to the same building again...

He opened the envelope to see if there were some shiny dollar bills waiting for him; instead, he found a short letter inside...

Dear Driver...

Here’s your tip: The girl sitting in your taxi is a sex-slave...

She’s forgotten all about it for now...

But all you need to say is three little words to make her your sex-slave...

Say “Abra Cadabra Cindy” and she will be yours...

Tony’s frog-like eyes seemed to bulge out even further as he read the short note.

Could it be true?

He turned around again hesitantly as he stopped at a red light and was mesmerized once again with what a hot number the girl was. With his hard-on straining his pants already, he spoke:

“Abra Cadabra Cindy”.

Suddenly, forgotten moments of the test session flew into Cindy’s head and a horrible reality began dawning – she knew she had to obey this man’s every command, the mere idea of not doing so filled her heart with unspeakable fear.

Tony saw the girl’s expression change, from one clearly portraying impatience, to one filled with fear and dismay…

“Ma’am, are you... are you... my, aah... my slave?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Tony was sure she’d be running towards the nearest Police Station and his license would be yanked in a week – what a big, dumb-ass mistake this was… Falling for such a ridiculous joke…

Yet Cindy remained silent for a few moments. Finally, managing to open her mouth:

“Yes.. I am…” she found herself saying almost involuntarily even as her head sank low.

Tony brought the car to a sudden halt in front of a construction site. There was a crew of maybe 20 men working at the ground floor. Was this thing for real or not?

He swallowed hard… If she were really his slave, she’d have to do whatever he told…

“Ok, slave, take off your blouse and flash your tits to the guys…”.

“No, please…” Cindy begged in alarm.

“Do it slave…” Tony cut her off. “And lean all the way out the window, so they can all get a good look… Throw your blouse to the guys”!

Her heart sinking, Cindy unbuttoned her blouse. She undid her bra. Her face burned in shame as Tony watched with obvious glee and a certain hard-on.

As soon as she leaned out of the window of the taxi cab, naked above the waist, a few of the guys saw it and started screaming.

Tony blew the horn several times to make sure Cindy got enough attention.

“Shake your tits slut..!” he yelled from inside, and loved seeing her do it, amidst hollers from the construction crew.

“Throw the blouse and get back in…” Tony commanded – and the construction guys flew at the blouse like horny dogs.

Cindy was finally back inside the car, her face burning in red shame.

Tony kicked into gear—there was no way he was going to Boston College now; this car and his slave were heading to South Boston where Tony lived.

He suddenly figured, having a half-naked girl in the back would be excellent grounds for a cop to stop him – or for traffic to collapse around his car.

“Lie down in the back-seat” he commanded.

And as if overcome by a brilliant idea, he added:

“Undo your jeans and start masturbating till we get home – but no fuckin’ cumming…!”

Dying in humiliation, Cindy did as she was told.

The very notion of disobeying her Master was like painful poison of the most severe kind to her mind… She’d been conditioned for unconditional obedience no matter how much she was revolted by this man or his commands.

Tony groaned as he began slowly waking up in a haze of pleasure… What a night it had been, in the delightful company of his newly provided sex-slave… He’d passed out after 3 six-packs, and a rocking 3-times hard fucks… He felt like an Italian Stallion.

There she was, his nice little bitch, sucking his cock to wake her owner up nicely, as she’d been told to do the night before… Tony grinned in delight – he’d already gotten started yesterday, but he meant to train his bitch very, very thoroughly… She had that arrogance and haughtiness in her still, even if she obeyed his commands like a good little slave-girl… That arrogance had to be wiped out… Nothing his big-ass, leather belt couldn’t fix.

He was close to cumming – he grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her head up, and ejaculated all over her pretty face.

“Good morning Slave…”

Cindy tried forcing a smile despite the disgusting mess all over her face.

“Good morning Master” she replied, as she’d been instructed to do.

“Go fetch me breakfast, slut” Tony replied.

He lit a cigarette, as the girl rushed out of the bedroom to fix her Master’s breakfast.

While Cindy was fixing up breakfast for him, Tony grabbed the lap top he’d bought in a particularly cheap deal and turned on the internet—up till now he’d used the machine for nearly nothing but downloading free porn. But now, he had more sophisticated tasks, didn’t he?

He searched for instructions and master and slave... he figured he’d hardly get anything useful. But then he ran into something called “One Master’s Instructions to His Slave....” at http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ .

This was excellent work – and Tony could use many of the pointers. He began highlighting some of the instructions he’d soon be commanding, even if some might need minor adjustments – his excitement grew with each new command:

• Your goal and purpose in life from now on is to serve my sexual pleasure. You will concentrate all your attention and initiative toward attracting, arousing, stimulating, intensifying, and satisfying my sexual lust.
• You will at all times wear a slave collar symbolizing your status as my personal property. You will not handle or attempt to remove a slave collar other than at my direct command.
• You will submit to any brands or tattoos that I choose to place on your body to proclaim your slave status or to enhance your appearance.
• You will greet me with the words “Master, please fuck me!” whenever you meet me
• You will come quickly to me and kneel before me whenever I enter your apartment.
• You will strip and remain naked whenever you are in your apartment.
• You will dress to keep your breasts on display to the limit of the law; at all times it must be possible for a casual observer to see the full shape of your breasts and the condition (erect or not) of your nipples.
• You will dress for all social gatherings outside your apartment to be the most sexually provocative female present
• You will expose and display your naked breasts or shaved cunt to anyone at any time at my command.
• You will actively seek out and present for my approval sexually provocative clothing and accessories.
• You will acquire a grope suit designed to tickle and stimulate your cunt and breasts and keep you in a state of intense sexual arousal.
• You will study and practice the female arts of sexual intercourse in all their variations. You will work at enhancing my pleasure in fucking you.
• You will study and practice the art of fellatio in all its variations. You will learn and practice the deep-throat technique. You will learn to retain my semen in your mouth or to swallow it at my command.
• You will study and practice the arts of erotic body kissing. You will learn to stimulate me by nibbling, kissing, and sucking my nipples, my neck, and other sensitive areas of my body.
• You will study and practice the arts of exotic erotic dancing, including strip-tease, tassel-twirling, belly-dancing, and go-go. You will maintain a collection of appropriate recorded music to accompany your dancing.
• You will study and practice the art of sexually provocative walking. You will swivel your hips, strut, and flaunt your femaleness whenever you walk in my presence or in public.
• You will practice kneeling to acknowledge your slavery in the proper sex-slave posture: knees apart, back straight, hands on outer thighs, elbows back, breasts lifted and thrust forward.
• You will acquire and maintain a collection of sex toys, including hand vibrators, dildoes, dildo vibrators, anal probes, anal vibrators, cock rings, penis vibrators, breast squeezers, nipple suction devices, nipple vibrators, french ticklers, clit suction devices, clit ticklers, ben-wa balls, clitoral vibrators, penis pumps, mechanical fucking devices, rubber clothing, and chemical stimulants.
• You will study and practice the uses of all of your sex toys, and offer them to me for use whenever appropriate. You will actively seek out new sex toys and suggest them to me.
• You will acquire a collection of bondage equipment, including leather helmets, head boxes, leather blindfolds, ball gags, penis gags, bits, jaw spreaders, bridles, thumb cuffs, wrist cuffs, elbow cuffs, ankle cuffs, single gloves, arm binders, neck cuffs, posture collars, spreader bars, racks, stocks, waist nippers, crotch belts, partial penetrators, butt plugs, labia spreaders, harnesses, ropes, straps, buckles, pulleys, chains, and locks. You will actively seek out ideas for new forms of erotic bondage and suggest them to me.
• You will submit to punishment at any time and any place. You will place yourself in position for punishment at my command.
• You will submit to piercing of your nipples, of your nasal septum, of your labia majora, of your clitoris, and of whatever other parts of your body I choose to pierce.
• You will maintain and wear in public a collection of slave earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and pins with punning or explicitly sexual words and figures, including the slogans “Sex Slave”, “Sex Toy”, “Slave Girl”, “In Stocks and Bonds”, “Boy Toy”, “Feel Me”, “Fuck Me”, “Feel the Pink”, “Plug My Socket”, “Pussy”, “Gang Bang Girl”, “Round Heels”, “Hot Lips”, “Hot’N’Wet”, “Hot Ass”, “Always Open”, “Do It Now!", “Forever Fuckable”, “Whip Me”, “69”, “Cocksucker”, and “I Suck Cock”.
• You will masturbate on command, to orgasm or multiple orgasms, with or without the use of vibrators, dildoes, and other sex toys, on command, for my amusement. You will stop masturbating on command.
• You will study and practice the arts of on-camera sexual performance for video recording. You will actively cooperate with video recording of your sexual performances.

Cindy was back with his breakfast – three eggs, three sausages, and lots of bacon...

“Slave, stand in front of the bed and masturbate while I eat – but no cumming...”

Tony dived into his eggs as Cindy started fingering herself on her feet. He would own an absolute perfect slave once all the instructions were communicated to the girl

He then recalled it was a game night – Jets vs. Patriots. He just had to invite his buddies, and let them be served by his new in-house maid... He figured that was how he’d explain the presence of the gorgeous Cindy, ready to do his bidding at any time. He just had to make sure the girl bought an extremely revealing and kinky maid costume right away...

Preferably one that would be couple sizes too small for her gorgeous body...

“Yup” Tony said to himself… “This is one fuckin’ hell of a tip…!”