The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Story 8: “Boxed In”

The Box. It was the most feared of punishments among the harem to which she belonged. Confined within a space of four square feet, marked by white tape on the floor, the slave being punished could hear nothing of what was going on outside the Box, and no effort of will could allow the slave to move beyond the white lines. The slave now occupying the Box was relatively new. She had dared to plead with Master not to make her blow him. His solution had been to send her to the Box for one full day. She had been here five minutes, and already was regretting her shameful show of selfishness. To pass the time, she closed her eyes and reflected on how she had come to belong to her Master.

Before coming here, she had been called Ami. She had been trying to get a degree in computer science, end-user applications. She had had the dreadful habit of wearing clothes. The slave searched her memory, and found that a great many women had been in that habit. The thought disgusted her now, but it had seemed perfectly normal then to hide what God had given her from the rest of the world. There had been a man in her life. His name had been Alec. He was a football player. He had taken her to restaurants, movies and games whenever he wasn’t out on the field playing them. She hadn’t liked the games. It never occurred to her now to dislike anything her Master desired. It was only natural. She existed to serve him.

The one she now knew as Master had been in her computer science class. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed him before. Maybe she was too busy with the trivialities of the outside world to notice him. She had been beautiful among a gaggle of homely farm girls at the A&M where she had gone to school. Ami was going to go on to a university when she got the money together—or so she had thought then. Master had had his eye on her from day one. She had struggled against him when he had captured her, forcing him to use chloroform. When she had awakened, she had been in an odd apparatus that conformed to her body and felt like a second skin. Master had injected something into her. Her head had become foggy and disoriented. Then he had slipped something over her head.

The next few weeks were a blur. When the thing on her head had finally been removed, she had felt a new sense of purpose. Her purpose was to serve and pleasure her Master in any way for whatever length of time he should ever desire. She existed to bring pleasure into his life. All other considerations were secondary. How had she forgotten this? How could she have been so stupid? She had been brought from a world where everything had a price tag based on pain and toil and self-interest and into a place where she could forget all the data that gave her headaches, where she was part of a family, where she wasn’t just a number but a person who didn’t need a name to be identified, where Master could merely touch her and she would be ready to obey any command. All she had to do was to obey, to serve her Master. All other things were secondary. And oral sex with Master wasn’t so bad. She was still new. She could learn to suppress the gag reflex. She could learn to let go of her will and only obey, as the others had. She could, and she would. Never again would she risk solitude in the Box over something as stupid as one of her trivial little whims. She opened her eyes. Master stood over her. He tweaked one nipple, then the other—and her mind was released from the Box’s entrapment. She rose to her knees and bowed her head.

“Master, I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. I was only afraid. I have not yet learned to suppress my gag reflex, Master. I also owe you the obedience of a command.” A smile was Master’s only reply, and she took his penis in his mouth and began the tonguework that would cause it to stiffen. When she had finished that task, she closed her eyes and remembered that she existed only to serve Master. With that concept firmly in mind, she took his penis into her mouth, then down her throat. All of it. She didn’t gag.

Story 9: “Fangirl Surrenders”

Ceci awoke with a happy sigh. She had passed out the night before when the sheer eroticism of the story she was reading had moved her to finger herself to five powerful orgasms. “Veiled Passions” by Anynom still sat on the screen, right where she had left it. There wasn’t time to finish reading it now. She had to get to work. She bookmarked the page and closed out of her browser with a considerable amount of regret.

After another boring day behind the receptionist’s desk, Ceci returned to her computer, eager to finish Anynom’s story. When she was finished, her hand was dripping with come. She remembered Anynom’s email address from a feedback message she had received from him to a story she had written. She used that to get in touch with him.

Wonderful story. Loved the way you put it together.

By the way, I’ve been having erotic dreams about you and I acting out one of your stories. I felt like I was really hypnotized. I’ve been having this dream for quite some time now.

Ceci.

She clicked her “Send” icon and went back to the Archive to read more stories. The next day, she found a message in her Inbox from Anynom. It said simply “Which Story?” She replied to the message:

“Lucky Trance.” I think that story has lots of potential, and you should make another chapter for it. I’ve also been having dreams about reenacting “Bubblegum Pop.”

Ceci

She clicked the “Send” icon. Two hours later, she heard “You’ve Got Mail” and clicked the icon to read it. Anynom was asking her where she lived. She replied to that message, and the next one inquiring about an address to send a round-trip ticket to.

Two days later, Ceci received a letter in the mail. Enclosed were an airline ticket and a letter with detailed instructions for getting to his place and a notation: “Wear something sexy.” Five days later, Ceci was on her way. When she arrived at the airport, she opened the letter again and followed the instructions exactly. She knocked on the door and immediately was ushered inside. She had no idea what to say. She had never thought that she would be here, in the home of her favorite mind-control author. He told her to be seated on the couch. There was another young woman there—a girl, almost. She looked barely eighteen, with firm, pert breasts and soft, blonde hair. She was wearing a tight-fitting Sailor Moon-type outfit.

“Ceci, this is Cherry. You’re here because you both have had erotic dreams about reenacting ‘Lucky Trance.’” Anynom said. “Now, then, I want you to stare into each other’s eyes and try to hypnotize each other.” Ceci looked into the other’s eyes and concentrated on making her gaze as hypnotic as possible. Cherry did likewise. She didn’t expect to hear Anynom say the word ‘eyesore,’ but when he did, Ceci immediately became limp.

“Stand up, girls.” Anynom commanded, and Ceci obeyed. “Open your eyes.” Ceci obeyed, staring straight into Cherry’s eyes. “You are deeply hypnotized. Your partner’s gaze is making you moreso. You can feel yourself going deeper and deeper into trance. Deeper and deeper. You are almost ready for the next step. When I say ‘now,’ you will undress each other. Now!” Ceci walked over and began to undress Cherry while she, likewise, undressed her. Her hypnotized mind didn’t even register Cherry’s likewise mesmerized eyes. When Cherry was naked, Ceci stopped messing with the clothes. Cherry finished undressing Ceci and stopped as well. “Open your mouths, girls.” Ceci obeyed. She tasted something in her mouth. When Anynom told the girls to close their mouths, they obeyed without question. “I’ve placed a piece of bubblegum in each of your mouths. I want you to start chewing. As you chew, you will become more and more relaxed.” Ceci chewed and felt herself becoming more and more relaxed. “Now you will start to blow a bubble, and you will put all your tension, your willpower, your memories and your name into the bubble. Your whole identity will be blown into the bubble.” Ceci blew a big bubble, and could feel her identity flowing into it. Suddenly, the bubble popped. “Your whole identity, your willpower, your memories and everything were in that bubble. Now it is gone.” She felt him take the bubblegum from her unresponding mouth. “You cannot remember your names. You cannot remember who you are or where you are, or even remember my name. I will give you a new name by which you will know me. My new name is Master. I am your Master. I control every aspect of who you are. I will now whisper your new name into your ear.” He leaned over to her ear. “Slave One.” He then leaned over to the other girl’s ear and whispered something in her ear. “You will obey any command addressed to you. You cannot think for yourselves, because that is a function of a will, which you no longer have. You will remember nothing before the popping of the bubble, because your memories were in that bubble when it popped because they were part of your identity. Now, Slave One, kneel on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Master.” Slave One replied.

“Crawl to me.”

“Yes, Master.” Slave One replied.

“Slave Two, position your mouth at Slave One’s vagina.”

“Yes, Master.” Slave Two replied. Master disrobed and sat on the floor, just before Slave One, his stiffening prick only inches from her face.

“Slave One, you will suck my cock until I command you otherwise. Slave Two, your job is to pleasure Slave One.”

“Yes, Master.” the Slaves replied simultaneously. Slave One took Master’s cock and slid her mouth over it. Her lips stretched, and she struggled to get the whole thing in. She had no identity and no gag reflex. She merely shafted her head on his organ as she felt Slave Two’s tongue in her twat. She moaned with pleasure as her now-very-limited, mesmerized mind registered the sensations, all the while obeying her Master’s command. She barely noticed that he fired a load of spunk into her throat before he commanded her to stop. She had just finished her fifth orgasm. And this was only the beginning of her new life.

Story 10: “Ignorance is Bliss”

Steve stood and stretched. The pile of work before him didn’t seem to get any smaller. He needed something to alleviate his boredom. He let his computer sit for a bit and a spinning spiral screensaver popped up.

“Are you trying to hypnotize yourself?” someone said from the entrance to the cubicle. Steve looked up and saw Trisha standing there in all her chocolaty glory. The other accountants sneered at him for lusting outside his race, but Trisha had a delicacy about her that enchanted him.

“Excuse me?” Steve asked, a little embarrassed.

“Don’t you know spinning spirals disconnect the mind? I’m glad I didn’t come in here and find you the mindless slave of the computer. How would I explain THAT to the boss?” Trisha walked away then, but an idea had taken root in Steve’s mind. When she went to the water cooler, he downloaded the spinning spiral screensaver into her computer and set the time for one minute. She was coming back, so he quickly disconnected the keyboard and mouse. Then, thinking quickly, he stomped at the floor and grabbed a wad of tissue from the box on her desk. He pretended to pick up something gross from the floor. “What are you doing?” Trisha asked.

“Cockroach.” Steve replied.

“Eew, get it away from me!” Steve took the wad of tissue back to his cubicle and threw it away. When he came back, Trisha was staring at the screensaver. He watched her face turn blank before he spoke.

“You can feel the spirals disconnecting your mind, Trisha. You can feel your mind being pulled to the unseen place at the end of the spiral. You can feel yourself being rendered mentally helpless, Trisha. You can feel yourself becoming mindless, Trisha. Soon you will have no mind, and you will obey without question. You will obey me without question, Trisha, because you have no mind. You have no mind, Trisha, you must obey me without question. Say it.”

“I must obey you without question.” Trisha said.

“You are my mindless slave. Say it.”

“I am your mindless slave.”

“You exist only to serve and obey and pleasure me. Say it.”

“I exist only to serve and obey and pleasure you.”

“I am your mind. Say it.”

“You are my mind.”

“I am your Master.” he whispered into her ear. “Say it.”

“You are my Master.”

“I have hidden an emulator in the rubber band I am about to put in your hair. As long as you wear the rubber band, you will be able to act as you would if you had a mind. The only difference is that you will never ever disobey me. When you leave the office tonight you will pack your things and move them to my apartment. Say it.”

“When I leave the office tonight I will pack my things and move them to your apartment.” she said. The flatness of her voice and the knowledge that she was now his to do with as he pleased turned him on. Fortunately, Steve’s jacket hid his erection. He reconnected the keyboard and mouse, then bound Trisha’s braids behind her head with a rubber band. Expression began to return to Trisha’s face. She started to work again, not having seen Steve since starting to think again.

“I want you to come as hard as you’ve ever come before, but you will not make any noise while you do it.” Steve said. Trisha clenched her teeth and curled her toes so hard they slipped off her feet. She managed to finish it with only a tiny squeak being emitted from her mouth.

I guess the old saying’s true, he thought. Ignorance really is bliss.

Story 11: “Fighting Fire With Fire”

Sam didn’t know Su Li very well. He knew she was in his wet dreams every night, that she spoke only moderate English, and then very softly, and that she was an international student. She didn’t talk about herself whenever she could avoid it. One evening he managed to persuade her to come over to his apartment and help him study. While they were studying, Sam shifted and his hand brushed her breast. She began to thrash and scream, and Sam backed away.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I came.” Su Li said. “I come every time I feel my breasts being touched.”

“Why is that?”

“Because that’s the way my Master programmed me.” She was starting to cry.

“Maybe I can help. How does...um, your Master, put you into a trance?”

“The first time took a long time, but now all he has to do is say ‘nap time, Su Li.’”

“Nap time, Su Li.” Sam said. Su Li’s face went completely blank. “Su Li,” he said, going by what he had read online. “Listen to me. I am now your Second Master. You will obey my commands as you would your Master. Understand?”

“Yes.” Su Li said flatly.

“Good girl. Now listen to me, Su Li...”

Four hours later, Su Li returned to her Master’s apartment. Her Master was waiting.

“You weren’t supposed to hang up on me before I was finished, Su Li.” Master said.

“I am sorry, Master. My time was up. I had no more money.”

“You are going to have to pay penance for this, Su Li. Kneel.” Su Li knew what was coming. She hated oral sex, but could not disobey her Master. “Now, Su Li, blow me.” She started to obey, but then her eyes glazed over.

“Command override active.” Su Li said in her flat trance-voice. “Directive one: capture Master.” Suddenly Su Li’s hand jerked forward and caught her Master on the chin. He was unprepared for the strength his slave possessed while unaware of any pain, and was knocked unconscious. When he awoke, he was bound hand and foot. Su Li stood before him.

“Su Li, untie me.” he said.

“No.” Su Li said. “Sam has undone your power over me, former Master. All your commands and controls have been deleted. I am myself again. Now it’s your turn to pay penance.”

Su Li’s former Master felt a chill in his blood; it was the chill of fear, he realized. Without his control over her, there was no telling what Su Li would do to him. Su Li’s face became a smile that was at once sweet and frightening. It was the kind of smile one would give a puppy. The message behind it was that he was now less than nothing to her.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“No.” he replied.

“That’s too bad.” Su Li said. “Take him away.” With that, four SWAT officers hauled the helpless mind-controller to his feet. A grim-faced bluesuit appeared for the routine task of reading him his rights. Su Li moved to Sam’s side, folding her petit body into his arms.

“Are you alright?” one of the detectives asked.

“Better.” Su Li said. “I am free.”

Story 12: “Addicted to Love”

Jean looked over her computer model one more time. There was no question about it. All the evidence pointed to some kind of chemical that had been released into the atmosphere from somewhere in Chicago, where the prevailing winds had carried it all over the Earth. The chemical reacted with the X chromosome in such a way that anyone who had two of them would become addicted to any sort of erotic stimulus. That meant that any poor, unfortunate damsel who got groped and responded to it would become addicted to that person’s touch. She wondered who would want to do such a thing, and why. She had managed to keep from receiving any erotic stimulus by shutting herself up in the lab. She had to find a cure and fast, or all the women in the world were doomed.

Dr. James Stringer came in then. He was mildly attractive, with sandy-colored hair and a baby face that he considered a curse. He came in with a supermodel in tow.

“What are you doing here, Dr. Stringer?” Jean asked.

“I come bearing the answers you seek.” James said.

“Oh?” Jean asked. “And what’s she doing here?”

“She can’t get enough of my face. Isn’t that right, Tiffany?”

“Uh-huh.” Tiffany said.

“And what do you know about what I want?” Jean asked, already beginning to piece together the clues.

“Plenty. First of all, you want to know who made the chemical in the atmosphere that’s addicting women to erotic stimuli.”

“You did.” Jean said. “What I want to know is why?”

“Because I’m tired.” Dr. Stringer said. “Tired of women winning every sexual harassment suit that gets called into court. Tired of being forced to walk down the hall with a strategically placed clipboard when an attractive coworker walks by. Tired of being slapped because some woman had a T-shirt with ‘Stamp Out Sexism’ written on her breasts, and I happened to look. Tired of rabid feminists trying to take over the world. If one sex has to be dominant, then let it be man! No more getting in trouble because of a facial expression or a glance in the wrong place. No more situations where a man can’t give his woman a right answer. And most of all, no more ‘I’m sorry, Dr. Stringer, but I feel it would hurt our working relationship.’” With that, he kissed Jean and groped her ass. She came powerfully. “You want more of that?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmmm.” she found herself saying quiveringly.

“Then follow me. I also have a musician and an actress at home; we can have all kinds of fun. Tiffany, why don’t you pleasure Jean while we walk?” Tiffany began to massage Jean’s breasts, and she was coming almost continuously. She couldn’t walk. She leaned her head back and it fell against Tiffany’s breasts. Tiffany began to come, and they fell over each other. “This could be more difficult than I thought.” Dr. Stringer said. It took quite some time to get them into the car. Once there, Jean and Tiffany were all over each other. By the time Dr. Stringer had arrived at his apartment, Jean’s mind had been almost completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Dr. Stringer carried Jean to his apartment, and Tiffany followed, hungry for more of Jean’s caresses. Dr. Stringer removed Jean’s lab coat and hung it on the coat rack. He began to slowly remove her clothing, teasing her sexually all the while. When she was completely naked and almost totally helpless, he lay her on the floor and straddled her, his hard cock resting between her breasts.

“Who controls your destiny?” he asked.

“You do.” Jean said, a tear coming to her eye.

“Good girl. You want this?” he asked, moving his cock back and forth in the valley formed by her breasts.

“Mmm-hmm.” Jean said.

“Here it comes, Jean.” Dr. Stringer said. He moved his cock to the entrance of her flooded pussy, then slid in, shafting himself almost immediately. Jean’s twat tightened on him, contracting from the sheer pleasure of the experience. Her mind was at war between the addiction to the pleasure and some clinging sense of morality. As he began to move himself into and out of her opening, the pleasure began to win the war. “Jennifer, come over here and straddle dear Jean’s face. Tiffany, I want you to massage her breasts. Shania, put some appropriate music on.” Jean’s overwhelmed mind barely registered anything, but the lyrics to the song that had begun to play were vaguely familiar. Then the song launched into the refrain, and the irony registered.

“Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love...” the song said. Jean knew it was true. And there was nothing she could do about it.