The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Cowgirl

Day One

Rebecca blinked and yawned widely. She shook her head to try to clear it. It was almost three o’clock in the afternoon and she was as usual getting extremely sleepy. No, not sleepy. She’d thought so at first, during the first weeks. Her boss had moved her to a new desk, off in a corner where nobody walked by, behind some shelves, and she now sat right beneath the ventilation ducts. She’d found quickly that she did get extremely sleepy around 10 am and around 2 pm, and she’d figured it was the low humming from the fans that caused it. At first, she’d tried to get up and walk around often, to get away from the noise, but it didn’t help. Then, she’d decided to see if she’d get used to it, and tried to cope by occasionally sneaking away to the company’s relaxation room for a quick nap.

It took her a few weeks to realize that she wasn’t really sleepy, or at least that she couldn’t sleep. She lay on the bed, tossing and turning, but sleep wouldn’t come. She’d stopped going to the relaxation room after two weeks. She had mentioned her sleepiness problem to her boss, but she’d only smiled and said Rebecca better get enough sleep at night instead. That was no problem, though, she slept well. The only weird thing was that she was having more and more erotic dreams, sometimes waking up sweaty and dripping wet between her legs. She never remembered those dreams, but they’d steadily increased in frequency and she now had them every night. What’s worse, she found herself getting horny sometimes at work, too. When this strange sleepiness came over her, she often seemed to nod off and then she almost always awoke with a start to find her nipples rock hard and a burning need between her legs. This was also getting worse and she was considering going to a therapist, but she didn’t want to.

This Wednesday, she sat up, put her arms behind her head and stretched. This was the kind of maneuver that had led to her being moved to this new desk, since one of her previous desk neighbours had been unable to control himself when he saw her do this. Rebecca knew she was beautiful, but she’d never really understood why some men turned into drooling idiots just from the sight of her. She hated it, just as she hated being judged by her looks to be a superbimbo, and she’d been grateful when her boss had fired the man on the spot and moved Rebecca to this desk. She’d also sent a few other males to a discussion group regarding “polite behaviour towards gorgeous women”.

Those had been her boss’ words and Rebecca couldn’t help smiling when she thought of it. She liked her boss, Patricia Regis. She was a pretty brunette business-woman who ran the company she’d founded with no-nonsense toughness. She couldn’t stand whiners and excusers, and this was the reason Rebecca had applied for a job here. She desperately wanted to build a reputation as an efficient business-woman herself, who delivered on her promises right on time. It had seemed to be going so well, too, until this strange sleepiness started to creep up on her.

She got up from the desk and stretched harder, arching her back and throwing her head back. She did some simple moves to get the oxygen flowing, even though she knew it wouldn’t help. All it accomplished was making her intensely aware of the way her breasts jiggled under her blouse. She’d been thrilled at first, in her teens, when she turned out to be the bustiest girl in school, but had long since tired of it. Yes, she had a killer figure, but that was highly overrated. It just made it difficult to make friends, since many women got jealous and almost all the men let their brains shut off and their cocks handle all further thinking. She herself had to avoid becoming too breast-conscious, but along with this increasing horniness she’d also found herself becoming more and more interested in her breasts. She jiggled her chest a few times, just to feel them move. She closed her eyes and let her hands roam, caressing her... tits, slowly circling in toward her nipples.

Fingertips gently touched, then pushed, her hard nipples. They were large and protruding, and softly squeezing them stoked the fire in her loins to unbearable levels. She heard herself panting and badly wanted to reach down with one hand, but she knew she couldn’t. She couldn’t masturbate at work, no way. She really wanted the day to end so she could go home to her bed and just let herself drift off into this not-quite-sleep that came over her at work, with her hands roaming over her body and especially her tits. She’d arouse herself until she thought she’d go crazy with lust, and then she’d turn around, get up on her knees and hands, slowly rock back and forth so that her large tits swung underneath her. Only then would she let one hand slide up along her thigh, up all the way until it met the soft blonde hair. She’d stroke herself, one finger going forward along her slit, and she’d close her eyes and just let go, and then the orgasm would wash over her like a breaking wave. She’d stand on all fours, trembling, until it subsided, and then lie down and fall asleep almost instantly. She’d started masturbating to try to prevent the nightly dreams, but it’d worked the other way. She now stroked herself like this every night, always the same way, then had hot dreams at night and woke up with her nipples rock hard. In the mornings she never masturbated, and she never even touched her sex except for these “sessions”. She had a vague feeling that she wasn’t meant to.

Rebecca forced herself to open her eyes and stop playing with herself. She sat down in front of the computer and directed all her attention to the Excel sheet she was working on, trying to ignore her pleading pussy. Despite her efforts, she felt herself getting extremely sleepy right away, and only managed a few half-hearted button presses and mouse clicks before she gave in and let go. She was hardly aware of her body slumping on the chair. Her mind felt so light and clear, and she let herself float off. She had no sense of time passing, but suddenly she felt herself being pulled back to wakefulness. Blinking and shaking her head, she saw a dialog box on the screen, with the text “Type: I am ready! Mooo!".

She didn’t understand at all, but she felt she should do this, and she typed this into the dialog box. She pressed Enter and then sat uncertain, not really knowing what was going on. She knew she was waiting for something but didn’t know what. She sat like that for several minutes and then heard footsteps approaching. Her boss! She shook her head again and started typing into the Excel sheet. She saw she was typing nonsense and just had time to delete it before her boss peeked around the corner. Rebecca jumped and smiled uncertainly.

“Hi!” her boss said, smiling.

“Um, hi, Ms. Regis,” Rebecca mumbled, fumbling with her tongue. Her mouth felt stuffed with cotton. She swallowed and tried again. “I mean, hi, hello.”

Her boss smiled at her.

“Sleepy in the afternoon again?”

“No, no, I’m just, I mean, I was right now finishing...” Rebecca heard herself babbling and realized she was nervous. Why? Her boss didn’t intimidate her.

“Oh yes, pretty Becky, I’m sure you’re sleepy,” Patricia Regis purred, looking like a cat who had just caught a mouse. She stepped around Rebecca’s desk. “Turn your chair around!” she snapped, in her commanding voice.

Rebecca, confused, complied, spinning her chair so she faced her boss. Ms. Regis knew what Rebecca thought about that nickname. Was she about to get fired?

“I’m sure you’re sleepy, your cute blonde head just exhausted with all these thoughts in it. Just let go,” her boss half-whispered.

She slowly moved up in front of Rebecca, and then turned around. Rebecca found her boss’ behind right in front of her, clad in the usual black business skirt. Her boss slowly started circling her butt, going round and round, all the while softly whispering to Rebecca of letting go, of relaxing. Rebecca was very confused, but felt her gaze drawn helplessly towards the softness of Ms Regis’ ass. Her cheeks flushed as she realized that not only was she staring openly, she was getting horny too! Her nipples were hardening as her eyes locked onto the moving rear end of Ms. Regis. She was vaguely aware of her boss looking over her shoulder at Rebecca, and laughing softly, but the sleepiness was growing and she was rapidly losing all interest in anything else, except the gently circling derrière of her boss. Her mind let go, but she didn’t drift off like she used to. She was quite awake and aware, but her mind was just empty and she just felt horny and happy and sleepy and focused, all at the same time. She sat slumped on the chair, not noticing that she was drooling, her attention fully fixated on the soft roundness in front of her.

When Ms. Regis whispered “follow me” and slowly walked off, Rebecca rose heavily and followed her boss, walking like a sleep-walker. She was aware, aware that she was being led somewhere, aware of walking through the office, but all she saw, all that was in her mind, was this irresistible, fascinating ass swaying in front of her, as Ms. Regis walked on with rolling hips. Rebecca felt happy, enjoying the sight and the strange wakeful sleep that allowed her boss to lead her on. She didn’t think of anything at all, she just let her mind be empty and bask in the power radiated by her boss’ ass.

When her boss stopped, Rebecca stopped too.

“Stay there,” Ms. Regis said. Rebecca obeyed, although she badly wanted to turn to keep watching as Ms. Regis went around and closed a door behind them. Rebecca stood passive and stared ahead of her, into the carpet. Ms. Regis slowly walked around Rebecca, her eyes sparkling with joy and smiling broadly. Rebecca felt a big, happy smile forming in her own face.

“So gorgeous, and so smart,” Ms. Regis said. The words felt like a caress to Rebecca. Then Ms. Regis stepped up in front of her and started unbuttoning her blouse. Rebecca was surprised to realize that she only felt happy and expectant. As the blouse fell to the floor, Ms. Regis let one hand caress a huge breast, through the bra.

“Amazing,” she whispered.

Rebecca glowed with pride, straightened up and thrust out her tits.

Ms. Regis reached around Rebecca and unclasped her bra.

“36EE,” she read approvingly off the label, let the bra fall and then reached down to Rebecca’s trousers. She unbuttoned them and then walked around, reaching down and lifting Rebeccas legs, one at a time, sliding off trousers and stockings. She took a few steps back and took in the sight. Rebecca tried to straighten up even more, anxious to look good for her boss. She stood passive and almost naked in front of her boss, dressed only in her white satin panties, her mind empty of all thoughts, and all she knew was that she wanted to look good. Ms Regis stood for a long time, savoring the sight, and when she stepped up close and started to slide the panties down,

Rebecca gazed deep into her boss’ hazel eyes. She saw her own eyes reflected, and the emptiness in them made her pussy flare. The simple honest joy beaming out of Ms. Regis’ face filled Rebecca’s mind and she almost laughed out loud. Her boss freed her feet from the panties, then took her hand and led her forward. Only when they turned so that Ms. Regis’ desk came in sight did Rebecca realize where they were. She was led up facing the desk and Ms. Regis walked around behind her. Suddenly she felt two hands cupping her tits. She closed her eyes as her boss softly caressed her tits and planted soft kisses on her neck. Then the hands went away, quickly replaced by a finger slowly sliding down her ass, reaching her thigh, turning inwards and delving into the soft mounds, until it found her wet pussy. The finger slid slowly along her slit. Rebecca’s body moved on instict. She sank down onto her knees, then leant forward onto her hands. Pure lust blazed in her mind and body as she stood naked, on all fours, back arching, her wide round ass raised into the air and her large, soft tits hanging heavily underneath. She’d never been so horny in her entire life.

Soft hands, the soft hands of her boss, touched her ass, sliding outwards down on her hips, then rearwards, following the roundness of her thighs, slowly moving down to her knees. Then reversing, gently kneading soft thighs, moving up and cupping the swelling softness of her ass. Wonderful hands softly caressed her ass cheeks, sending slow waves of pleasure pulsing through her body. Two fingers slid down into the cleft, slowly making their way down. A gentle push on her asshole almost made her come. The fingers left, and the hands moved forward. Forward, and down, from the rounded hills of her ass to the broad field of her back, softly kneading, gently caressing. They moved forward and apart, down on her sides, then back. They left as Ms. Regis walked to her side, then one hand returned, on her head. It caressed her gently, going down her face, then back, fingers moving through her long hair. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes.

One hand stroked her hair and the other made its way down her side, down along the side of a heavy hanging breast. The hand cupped her breast, softly squeezing her nipple. Then the other hand, sliding down, stroking her belly, then down to cup the other breast. Her boss was cupping her tits and Rebecca was floating in a cloud of bliss. One hand left, moving back up and rearwards, caressing her back and going up again, up on her ass. While one hand roamed over her tits and the other stroked her ass, she lost awareness of everything but the pleasure, the wonderful sensations of her body and the volcanic fire between her legs. She was body and lust, pleasure and heat, her mind helplessly and eagerly reduced to pure animal emotion. The hand on her ass moved down and in, sliding down the cleft, continuing down, then touching her nether lips. She felt a small orgasm, the first rumble of an earthquake, pulse through her. The hand pressed against her ass and fingers started slowly stroking her pussy.

This time, she did see stars, fireworks of pleasure blazing in her mind. The feelings on her tits and her pussy combined, driving her into ever more frenzied heat. Still the pleasure kept building, growing with each stroke. Suddenly the fingers stopped. Ms. Regis moved closer and whispered into Rebeccas ear:

“Say ‘mooo’!”

A mindless instinct urged her, this was very important. For a moment she stood frozen, the hands on her body unmoving. Then the hand on her tits resumed circling, the fingers on her pussy slowly stroking, but one finger started gently pushing, parting her pussy lips and delving into the soft wetness. From her pussy, expanding into her whole body before it rushed into her mind, there came an irresistible urge. She heard her own voice but felt it more in her whole body:

“Moooooooo! Mooooo!”

She proudly mooed, again and again, as the greatest orgasm of her life exploded through her body. She mooed, and she came, again and again, as the hands kept stroking tits and pussy and the finger just inside her drove her pussy crazy with need for more. She would only remember this as a supernova of sexual pleasure and she never knew how long it lasted, but when it finally ebbed she was thoroughly spent. As Ms. Regis rose beside her, Rebecca stood motionless on all fours, staring emptily ahead. She felt nothing, thought nothing. Ms. Regis moved a laptop down on the floor in front of Rebecca and clicked an icon. Rebecca didn’t notice the program starting up, but her attention was helplessly drawn to the computer screen. All Ms. Regis saw was a blank Word document, but it pulled Rebeccas attention to it like a magnet. With her mind empty and wide open, she stared at the messages of her boss’ subliminal hypnosis software.