The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Part Three

Connie hung up with the Vermont Field Office of the Department of Psychological Research after giving her weekly status report. She was a little uneasy... her life was changing and her desires were expanding at an exponential rate. She had already converted the nursing staff with which she worked into loyal, obedient, adoring slaves.

It wasn’t that she felt guilty about it. She knew this was her destiny. And she knew she wasn’t limitless. She didn’t need more slaves. She wasn’t some megalomaniac priestess with a desire for world domination. She was just a Dominatrix that loved controlling her loving and loyal stable.

Totally.

Thinking back, it had always been a part of her, waiting for a moment of independence to give it the opportunity to spring forth. She was in a state of near constant arousal now. It was the best her life had ever been. It was more than she’d ever dreamed.

What bothered her was that she wanted to shout it to her Supervisor. “This is what I’ve always wanted!” the imagined conversation would go. “I don’t need the Agency to be fulfilled! I just need my slaves!”

She stayed silent. She knew the punishment for going rogue. Even Tamara couldn’t risk all her agents following their own agendas. She’d be wiped into non-existence and placed in a clerical job, happily convinced that it was what she was born to do.

The irony was not lost on her. She would go from what she was born to be into what she was born to do.

Rogue Agent Hankins would become Compliant Aide Ditz.

She was starting to resent Tamara more openly—perhaps even despise her.

She wished she had LuAnn around. She had always put things in perspective. She could see the clear light at the end of any tunnel. Connie felt tears rising as she thought of her lover and partner, babbling complete loyalty to a total stranger.

To her shame, the image also made her hot. Again. But she was less and less able to deny herself the pleasure of her fingers, or her growing number of toys. Her after work forays to the local sex toy boutiques were starting to become as much of a habit as some people’s stop at the local bar.

And it was just as addictive.

She started with the usual collections of vibrators and dildos, but had soon moved to the hardcore outlets. Her wardrobe, both at home and at work, included more and more latex... the smell of her sex and rubber sent her sopping cunt screaming for attention. Nipple clamps, crops, knotted floggers, butt plugs, anal beads, restraints of every shape and kind were in her house and in her dreams.

She wondered for only a moment if she was out of control. She sighed with contentment. She’d never felt more in control in her life.

She thumbed her clit through her latex panties and pressed the newly installed button on the console on her desk. Out loud, she said, “Grace, Judith and Helen, report to Mistress, stat!”

There was no usual echo of the intercom in the halls. With Dr. Meinred’s usual and obedient approval, she had installed a wireless system that transmitted to receivers on the belts of the ward’s nursing staff, and spoke only into their headphones. It was very kind of the good doctor to obey so swiftly, she decided. It was almost a shame that he would never be allowed to know the pleasure of serving her fully.

In less than a minute, the three nurses had come to Connie’s large office, the office that had until recently been Dr. Meinred’s. Closing and locking the door, they stepped out of their clothes and proceeded to undress their Mistress. Their tongues began covering her body with worshipping licks, and she fell into them, wondering when she would ever get around to finding a cure for the women on the ward.

Seeing how wonderful it could be, she wondered if it was really all that important. Who was she to deny them such fulfillment?

Without further distraction, she turned her attention to the slaves that were being so kind as to obey without question. She let the pleasure sweep into her, as it had so many times in recent days. Soon, she’d have the other two come and join the fun.

After all, she had to be fair.

The time had come to face her fear. Connie waited in the treatment room for her next patient. She tried to calm her nerves with familiar routine, but it was no use. She looked at the name on the chart.

LuAnn Marie Brooks.

Tears filled her eyes as much as dread filled her heart. No one else at the hospital knew of their relationship. While she’d mentioned the fact that an Agency operative was among the patients they were treating, she’d never said who it was. Whether from her own fear or a futile attempt to clothe her lover in dignity, she’d kept it secret.

And then LuAnn was in the room. It was less traumatic than Connie had imagined. Her partner looked more beautiful than the last time she’d seen her, if it were possible. Placid and serene, her face had none of the stress and worry that had lined it before. Connie had never seen it, but now that it was gone, it’s absence was like the difference between night and day.

The nurses strapped her into the Treatment Armature, and began fastening devices and contacts, their skills having been honed from practicing on the twelve women who had come before. It was only a few minutes until LuAnn was ready.

Now, amid the wires and relays, the horror of it all came home to roost in Connie. She walked over, pulled up an examination stool and sat close to the woman with whom she had shared her heart, her career and her life.

“LuAnn, can you hear me?” she said in a whisper.

“Yes, Mistress. I obey.”

Connie’s pussy nearly exploded with juice at the words. Damn my cunt! she screamed inside. It didn’t help. She was aroused and horrified at the same time, and each state put an edge on the other, twining together like strands of sexual DNA.

“Do you know who I am?” she asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be.

“No, Mistress. I obey always.”

She walked back to the console and looked down at the controls. Without warning, anger surged in her veins like white-hot ambrosia. “Fuck you for having caved to them, LuAnn! FUCK YOU!”

“Yes, Mistress. I obey.”

The words sapped the strength from Connie’s body, and the anger abated as quickly as it had begun. Her Agency training took over. There was work to be done.

“Starting at 60%,” she said, to no one in particular. She typed several commands into the keyboard embedded in the console and pressed the actuating button.

The machines came to life, and LuAnn’s body flexed as it tensed from the cerebral stimulation. Over the last week, it had been discovered that anything less had little or no effect. The glow effect began to show around LuAnn, making her look, just like all the rest, like an angel born to submission.

“Increasing to 75%,” she said. She repeated the steps. She could repeat them in her sleep, if need be. She looked at LuAnn, searching for any sign of life behind her eyes, which were beginning to glow with the energy being forced through her synapses.

“Do you know who I am?” she asked again.

LuAnn’s eyelids flickered. “No Mistress. I—obey always.”

Connie felt her impatience mounting. She couldn’t believe LuAnn had been so conditioned, so changed that she wasn’t being phased.

“Increasing to 90%,” she whispered as she made the adjustments. She was getting very close to burning out the very synapses she was trying to re-open. But it was LuAnn. She had to try.

The effect was almost immediate. LuAnn’s body arched to what seemed an impossible angle, bending her back so strongly that Connie was afraid she might hurt herself. Her eyes glowed pure white, like something out of a mind control wet dream. Connie grunted as her pussy sent an intense twinge through her, making her whole body feel like it was being gifted with a clitoral massaged.

She was looking at the evidence of a monstrous act. She was trembling with desire that was becoming harder and harder to control. It was as if her mind was arching like LuAnn, in a great spasm of pain and pleasure, mixed until there was no difference.

LuAnn fell back into the chair, and stared straight forward.

“Can you hear me?” asked Connie.

“Y-yesss...” rasped LuAnn. “Yes.” Stronger this time.

Connie’s heart skipped a beat as the voice of her love came to her.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Con—Connie?” said LuAnn, struggling to say it. “So hard. Hard to speak. Think. Connie. Love.”

Tears streamed down Connie’s face as the words danced in her heart. LuAnn! Lover! She was going to be cured! All of them would be cured!

The adventures of the last weeks began to fade in importance with the resurrection of her partner and lover. She couldn’t say anything. Now that the moment had come, the words for what she felt had escaped entirely.

But she spoke anyway.

“No! Bad, worthless slave! I am Mistress! You have not obeyed!” Connie sat horrified as the words pressed out of her, unstoppable. She watched the confusion in LuAnn’s face that mirrored her own. What was she doing?

“Connie... what...” stammered LuAnn, confusion and fear wending their way across her as her unused brain began to spark back to life.

“Increasing to 100%,” said Connie, icy resolution filling her voice. She was screaming inside as she watched her hands enter the codes and press the activator.

“You are slave. Slave to all Mistresses. I am Mistress of Cell 87. You are slave of Cell 62. You obey. You do not question. You are slave.”

Connie tried to grasp what was happening, what was creating this insanity coming from her lips and hands. She watched on the monitor as the synapses that controlled LuAnn’s ability to reason began to overload, creeping ever closer to total burnout.

“You are property. You are pleasure for Mistress. You are a unit. You obey. You are a blank, obedient slate, created to take on any persona given. You do not choose. You do not judge. You obey. You only obey. You obey completely. You obey because that is what you do. It is all that you do. You obey. Obedience is pleasure. Disobedience is death.”

Connie tried to stand, to spring for the power coupling, to do anything to save her beloved, but there was new knowledge pouring into her now, too, and arousal beyond even what she had known these last weeks. By the time she realized that her body was refusing to obey her commands, she didn’t have the energy to question.

She could only surrender to the barrage of sensations coming at her from all directions.

She knew without having to think that if LuAnn disobeyed, she would simply cease to function. Her body would just stop. Dead. Disobedience was death.

“You do not choose life. You do not choose death. You only obey.”

“i do not choose life. i do not choose death. i only obey.”

Connie felt her lust and pleasure ride straight into the heat of the sun, blistering away the last of her morality. “You worship, adore and believe all Truth that Mistress gives you. You obey.”

LuAnn’s lips moved but nothing emerged but spittle. Connie forced her eyes down to the console. The areas that had so briefly come to life were completely black. Gone forever. LuAnn was no more.

There was only slave.

Connie exploded and fell to the floor, laughing and screaming and gibbering as pleasure crawled through her like tiny spiders of molten heat and lust. She couldn’t resist them. They were everywhere. Inside, outside, changing her, ending her, birthing Her. She was Mistress. She was lust and pleasure personified. She lost track of time. She lost track of everything. There was only now. Now was eternal.

She was Mistress.

As She sat Herself up in the corner, still quaking from the bliss of Orgasm Eternal, She began to laugh. It was not a laugh of amusement. It was the laugh of inevitability. It was the laugh of obedience.

This time, the irony was lost on Her as She continued in hysterical laughter that would have shamed Renfield.

There were fourteen more slaves to complete, not counting Her own.

Mistress dressed in Her best latex dress, garters and stockings. The 6″ riser on Her platform boots created the most delicious cramps in Her feet. Her sex twisted in pleasure again. She clenched Her butt plug and shivered in anticipation. She adjusted Her jeweled nipple rings and pulled on the chain that connected them, sending another jolt to Her glorious clit.

Today was Her Day of Ordination. The day She would forever be One with the Will of Supreme Mistress.

She had not been given the honor, nor would She be, of meeting Her Sisters. Already, all slaves but Her own were of no importance, forgotten like the dust from yesterday’s cleaning.

She stood, ready to take Her place, to be given Authority by the Supreme Mistress Herself. Her eyes were lowered as She had been instructed. She waited. She would wait days, until She fell down from exhaustion, if necessary.

Her cunt was singing to Her again.

Steps came, and She closed Her eyes. Arms led Her... many steps, a few turns, several doors, but She did not pay attention or try to figure out where She was going. It was not Her purpose to know such things.

She sat when guided, eyes still closed, and did not wonder at the hands working around Her, the muted voices or Her inability to understand. She knew that this was how it was. How it was, was enough.

The moment came. The Voice of Supreme Mistress called to Her.

“Open your eyes, Constance.”

Constance She’d almost forgotten. That was what She used to be called. Something else, too, but She couldn’t remember. She didn’t want to remember.

She opened her eyes. She looked into the Face of Supreme Mistress.

She looked into the face of Angelic Innocence.

She looked into the face of Susan Witte.

Confusion swept through Her, despite Her deep conditioning. This was a slave!

“Dear Woman, I see that You don’t understand. That is as it should be. The best kept secrets have no route to finding them. You’ve done so well for Me. I am impressed, and that is not an easy thing to accomplish. I will allow You one question before You are Ordained.”

The Voice resonated as only the Supreme Mistress’ Voice could. Despite Her lack of understanding, Constance felt a swell of irrational pride at the words of Her Superior.

“Supreme Mistress. How is it that You are both Mistress and slave?”

Susan, Supreme Mistress, smiled. “Yes, it is quite a paradox, isn’t it. It can be summed up in a very short sentence.

“Nothing comes without strings attached.”

Laughing softly at Her unintended pun, the Supreme Mistress turned Her attention to the console before Her and said, “Setting level at 100%.”

Her fingers moved swiftly as Constance watched, the Doctor’s hungry cunt knowing what was to come. Wanting it to come.

“Goodbye, Constance. Welcome to Your new life.”

Constance, already in the throes of glorious Ordination, didn’t hear the words at all.