The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jennifer burst into the sports office, quickly flung her top onto a nearby chair, and then went straight to a bar hanging up in the far right of the room. She pulled down her skirt and was now only wearing panties and shear stockings.

Jennifer was a former college lacrosse athlete, and she quickly leapt up, grabbed the bar, and started doing pull-ups. Not half-assed ones either, full all the way up, her chin reaching over the bar, to then fully dropping her arms, before going up and doing another pullup. Her stockinged feet never touched the ground.

The only sounds in the room were Jennifer’s grunts, and the baseball game playing in the background that Steven was logging.

“….48 … 49 … 50 ..fuck yeah!” said Jennifer as she let go of the bar. “Look at me Steven. Is there a woman in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD who has FF—not a wussy DD—freakin’ FF—sized breasts and not need a bra? Those assholes docs said, oh, no, nothing more than a ‘C’ could work braless, but I showed them.”

“Only you darling,” said Steven with a grin as he got up from his chair and gave her a hug, despite Jennifer having just done a quite strenuous exercising, she had barely broken a sweat. “No. 1 sportscaster in Syracuse and also tops in how to live with massive hooters.”

She was very proud that she had gotten breast augmentation surgery to make them absolutely huge, but still have no need for a bra.

Jennifer grabbed a nearby towel and wiped off what little moisture there was. She then went over to her desk and plopped down in a chair. Jennifer made no attempt to put her clothes back on, she had grown to hate wearing anything, except stockings on her feet and panties, coincidentally about the same time Steven became her intern … although she made no connection between the two.

.Jennifer then pointed to her chest, which had two massive cones of flesh pointing out.

“Best idea you had boyfriend, give up my apartment and live in a YWCA, which has its own gym,” said Jennifer happily. “I can now work out all the time where I live, and I’ve installed the pull-up bar here. Combined with all the exercising I do with you at your gym, total success. See, if you put in the work, you can do anything. Not because I am woman, but because I am a determined individual, your ex-boss Stephanie Schmidt is still full of shit. ”

Jennifer then cackled and Steven rolled his eyes, playfully joining in laughing with her.

“Hey, a definite win-win,” said Jennifer as she looked down at her two massive pieces of work. “Since my new place is $25 a week, I can re-route my weekly paycheck to be directly deposited into your bank account. Between working out and my job, where do I go? I don’t need money, unlike my unpaid intern boyfriend.”

“Your weekly paycheck is quite helpful indeed,” said Steven, as he dropped the game logs on her desk. “And don’t worry, I make sure the Y gets that $25 check every week, I’m efficient.”

“I should hope so,” said Jennifer. “We’ve been boyfriend-girlfriend for only three months, I mean, I’m totally committed to our relationship, couldn’t be happier, but we can’t both be homeless. And aren’t you basically homeless? Where are living now, anyhow? I remember you said Schmidt was letting you stay at her place while she was away, but you had to get out finally.”

In reality, Dr. Stephanie Schmidt had bought an expensive mansion while Steven was her intern. After living together as a couple, the summer before she went to Japan, she had signed the house over to him. But the neighbors had started to get curious, wondering why this college kid lived by himself in an expensive house.

So Steven had sold it, and moved in with Tracee Davis, the incredibly beautiful morning news anchor with the perfect skin. As a devotee of Schmidt’s best-selling book ‘The Sex Led Life’, she had ‘claimed’ Steven as her willing sex slave.

Steven figured everything happened for a reason.

It would have been kind of tough to explain to Tracee, no matter how many hours he had her drugged and hypnotized a day, why her supposed devoted slave had his own place. But that was for another time. Since Jennifer worked nights and Tracee early mornings, she was off the air by 7 a.m., they never intersected with each other.

“Do you want to go over the lineup for tonight?,” asked Steven.

Jennifer looked at the sheets on her desk, gave a dismissive wave, and got up. She pulled her panties down and wiggled her butt at Steven.

“First thing in the lineup is you going down on me doggie style,” she said.

Steven knew the routine.

After her news meeting, where she had to look proper, as she seethed while the bosses laid out an agenda she despised, Jennifer ran back to her private preserve, the office, and (now after doing 50 pullups) immediately wanted to have sex.

“Fuck me boy, woof,” she cried.

Steven had already pulled down his pants and underwear. He rammed his member into her sopping, wet pussy. He then grabbed the sides of her rock-hard stomach and pumped madly.

He threw his head back ,as he felt her clench his dick from the inside. The increased strength had made Jennifer a powerful sex beast. Both Steven and Jennifer wailed and grunted as he hammered her pussy from behind. Jennifer began rolling her eyes in ecstasy.

Steven gave a quick shout as his semen poured into Jennifer, and she grabbed her head as a massive orgasm instantly coursed through her. Jennifer almost hit her head on the chair as she tumbled down.

When it ended, Steven was huffing and puffing, despite his own high level of fitness, while Jennifer lay on her stomach, glassy eyed from the orgasm.

Both knew there would be much more intercourse to come, they had not even gotten to the cuffs yet for roleplaying ‘warden and prisoner’—but they were startled by a loud knock on the door.

“Shit fuck!” said Jennifer as she wobblily tried to rise, holding onto the chair to try and propel herself up. It took several tries before she could stand upright. Steven grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk, wiped his dripping cock, and ran to get his clothes.

Everyone at the station knew to never, ever bother Jennifer when she was in the sports office. If they needed to contact her, they could text or send an email. Since almost all the employees at the station were scared to death of her, she cut an intimidating figure with her tall, athletic build, plus a now totally ripped physique, no one dared to knock on her door, no matter what odd noises they might hear.

Except one person. Only one woman could knock on Jennifer’s door when she wanted to, and Jennifer had to answer.

“Uh, give me a second Tanya, just got some stuff to file away,” stammered Jennifer, who now swerved around the office, trying to find all the articles of clothing and underwear she had carelessly flung away.

They had kept the station manager waiting maybe 30 seconds, but it seemed like an eternity to Steven and Jennifer, with the clock never moving. If Tanya discovered they regularly had sex in the office, let alone the conflict of interest of having an employee dating her intern, both would be in humongous trouble.

Jennifer finally gave a nod to Steven and unlock the door.

Tanya might be an intimidating figure in the minds of the employees at WFEM, but she did not look like a scary-looking monster. Actually, she was quite attractive, tall, pencil-thin, leggy and with a mop of golden hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was in a severe pink business suit, showing her Size 0 figure, but was wearing sneakers, a testament to a day generally spent running around.

“Glad you could make time for me Jenny, not like I have anything else to do,” said Tanya, as she came in. Jennifer had a mortified look on her face, Steven thought she might faint, but Tanya then smiled and waved it off, signaling she was not upset.

Steven had never been this physically close to Tanya and noted she must have been some hot-looking news woman in her time, who had then moved into management.

“No worries, as long as people do their job, and the people of Syracuse like it,” she said. “You could emerge from a crypt at 5,6 and 11 to do the sports and I wouldn’t care. And honestly, your new, um, heftier look, has been a big hit with the viewers.

“People assume as an all-female news operation mostly women watch us, but 40-percent of our viewers are men, and it goes up to 75-percent for your sports segments.”

“Oh, that’s great, thanks Tanya,” said Jennifer, now back in control of her senses. “So, what’s brings you to our little sports palace. I think this is like the third time since I’ve been here you’ve graced us with a visit.”

“Well Jenny (Steven knew she hated being called that, but she was too scared to correct her), I am actually here for your intern,” she said, turning to Steven. “Since I have officially have a day job, this is my only chance to track him down.”

Steven was now the one with the ‘deer in the headlights’ look. Yes, he pumped mind-relaxing fluid and hypnotized Tanya’s sports director and her morning news anchor to turn them into enthralled, sex freaks but, wouldn’t that be a matter for the police, if found out (was it illegal to turn women into enthralled sex freaks?). But as for his real intern duties, as far as he knew, he had performed them well.

“Yes Ms. Barry, what can I do for you?” asked Steven in a nervous voice.

“Please, it’s Tanya, all friends here,” she said. “But there are some rules I have to follow, really out of my hands, involving internships. Corporate makes the guidelines on that. Now, you have two weeks left in your sports internship. Jennifer had asked to renew it based on your excellent performance, for the following semester. I totally agree with her, you have done a fine job, but I have told her that it was impossible under the guidelines. They do not allow two consecutive internships in the same department.”

“Yes, she told me a while ago,” said Steven, as Jennifer frowned, her afternoon of wild office sex soon to be ended. “I have applied to be part of the news department, with a strong preference for the morning. It works well with my class schedule and my part-time job at the gym.”

“I totally understand,” said Tanya. “Now, I usually give Tracee a lot of leeway in choosing her interns. She came to the station the year after I did, so she has earned that privilege. Tracee is also one of my closest friends, so I would never force her to take anyone.

“I just wanted to ask if you had a second choice as, I haven’t asked her yet, but, well, there is a certain type she likes interning for her and, frankly, it ain’t you.”

Of course, Steven knew all the interns Tracee had ever hired were highly attractive girls.

“I know what you are getting at,” said Steve. “But I helped her quit smoking, and she was very grateful and asked if there was anything she could do for me as a thank you. I explained my situation, and she said it was OK. So, when you ask her, I expect the answer to be yes. Actually, she was so nice, she said I would be her only intern this semester, so I would not feel uncomfortable.”

Tanya looked at Steven like he had just told her she had another head growing out of her butt. What Steven said went against everything she knew about Tracee. But she was not about to get in an argument with an intern.

“OK, I will let you know how that conversation goes,” said Tanya. She pivoted to leave but quickly swung back and looked at Steven.

“Oh, almost forgot, on your resume, it says you also had interned for Dr. Stephanie Schmidt, I am like a super-fan of hers,” said Tanya. Like Tracee before her, speaking in an almost fangirl voice.

“Well, yes I was her intern, but that mostly involved me getting her coffee while she wrote,” said Steven. “I know a lot of women do follow her teachings in ‘The Sex Led Life’, so I guess you do as well.”

“Well, no, not really,” said Tanya, her face getting redder by the second, having just told an intern she admired a book on a sex-dominated lifestyle. “I … I’m station manager as well as news director here, so I don’t have time, for … that.

“But, if the schedules match, I would love to invite you to have lunch in my office. I’d love to hear stories about her. Truthfully, I really liked her women-centric hypnosis power books before that one. A lot of my editorials are basically ripped from her writings … I mean the female empower ones, not the Sex Life one.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Steven. “Maybe I can give you a mini-demonstration of how she helped women to be stronger with their beliefs.”

“That would be awesome. Oh, one more thing before I take care of the 27 other things I need to do before I leave today,” said Tanya, back to her commanding tone. “Our HR department got a change of address form request from you. I just want to let you know that another of our weird rules is, you cannot live with the person you are interning for.

“I know it does not apply here, but for the future, just want to make sure you knew.”

“Okey, dokey,” said Steven, whose mind now was whirling. In two weeks, he would have to leave Tracee’s place for, who knew?

Tanya left, and Jennifer ran up and quickly locked the door again.

“Okay, we’re safe,” she said as she began removing her clothes once again. “Poor you, looks like you might get the nutball man-hating morning woman. Sorry, I tried.

“Now, back to business. I want it up the ass.”

It was a beautiful warm day and Tracee stretched out her 5-foot-8 form on the luxurious Sunflower beach lounge chair.

“This renting the yacht thing is really just as good as it looked on that TV show,” said Tracee to the threesome on the opposite side of the deck.

“Absolutely,” said Bridget.

“Right as always Trace,” said Kacie.

“Indeed, thank you so much Tracee for allowing us to join you,” said Charlotte.

Tracee looked at the three extremely attractive young woman laid out on their lounge chairs, although their chairs were not quite as sumptuous as her’s, and smiled.

“Hey, your internships all end next week, so figured a nice, relaxing cruise on a private yacht would be a nice ‘Thank you’ to my wonderful interns,” said Tracee as she grinned. She was surprised that she had a better time having sex with all of them, then when she had been mean and nasty, although they did need to learn the real world, she felt.

Things had certainly changed since the three interns had begged Steven for help.. The plan he had told them, was simple:

1. The girls had to become sex partners of Tracee, which would quickly take the edge off of their relationship with her. Charlotte and Bridget had quickly agreed. The deeply religious Kacie had to be nudged a bit, but finally decided everything happened for a reason. Ironically, she had spent more ‘extra hours’ with Tracee then the others.
2. In return for helping them out, he told them to help him gain clients at the gym, Tracee would soon offer the trio to pay for private lessons at his gym, under his supervision. Since, in the real world, physical appearances were important in TV news, and all were going to be sending out audition tapes soon, that was an easy yes for all.

Steven said they had to be quiet about what would occur, and they had done a good job of that. Like Steven with Jennifer, if word got out they were having sex with the person they were interning for, their budding journalism careers would be ruined.

On deck, all four women were nude. Tracee had instituted a strict ‘no tan lines’ rule for the trip, so they were going to be naked pretty much the whole time. But they had gotten much more comfortable being without clothes the past few months.

Except for the captain driving the yacht, no one else was on board, and she (Tracee made sure it was a woman) was way up high on the bridge, with strict orders not to leave her post unless called upon.

A young, well-built man then appeared from the other end and walked toward the group. He was not naked, he wore shorts and a tank top, although all four of them had seen him without clothes many times.

He grabbed a stool, sat next to Tracee, and then placed his head on her shoulder. The three interns looked at the scene quizzically.

“Ladies, I have an announcement,” said Tracee. “I know you are all now experts on Dr. Schmidt’s book by now. She had ‘claimed’ Steven here as her own, then released him when she left. I have now, in the name of my authority as a woman, claimed Steven as my own.”

The three girls gave each other the same look, thinking the same depressing thought: “Does this mean we won’t have sex with Steven anymore?”

“Dot worry ladies, he is my slave, not a boyfriend, big difference,” said Tracee. “Thank goodness, no drama about whether we will get married or something. And no bonds of fidelity, I control him body and soul.

“I will order him to have sex with all three of you while on our little cruise here, as well as whenever you feel like borrowing my slave for a good fuck, until your internship ends. When I am not in need of him, of course.”

The three exhaled, they would still get to have sex with Steven.

“Your OK with this Steven?” asked Charlotte. “I mean, fine with us.”

“Please do not refer to me in front of my Mistress by a name,” said Steve. “With Mistress, I am not a person in my own right, merely an appendage to her magnificence.”

“Ok, sorry,” said Kacie. “We understand.”

Tracee then took a manila envelope she had at her side and flipped it to Steven.

“OK slave, as we discussed, I work, workout and screw, no time for this mundane stuff,” said Tracee matter of factly. “I have signed over my home, bank account, investments and car all over to you. I do not even want to know what you are doing. You handle it.”

“Of course, Mistress,” said Steven as he took the envelope and set it aside. “As I have no mind of my own, I will of course do everything you ask.”

Steven then turned to the three girls.

“I want to assure all you ladies I am a quite willing sex slave to Mistress,” said Steven, who then rose a little and gave Tracee a deep kiss. “Steffi … Dr. Schmidt, drained every ounce of willpower out of me, with my approval, and programmed me that serving a strong woman of power to take care of all their sexual desires, and other assigned duties, was my ultimate destiny.

“I was so lost without a woman to serve when Steffi left, I had no purpose, but now I have Tracee, and I am very happy.”

He then gave Tracee a pinch of the nipple on her breast, and she giggled.

“But don’t worry, per my mistress’s orders, I intend to fuck the shit out of all three of you while we’re on the boat.”

Bridget, Charlotte, and Kacie smiled.

Charlotte screamed as Steven’s massive (to her mind) cock slammed into her slit again. Her mind was being blown once again, and she loved it. Her vagina was being stretched to the limit, and she craved every ounce of his member. She was no longer a prissy finishing schoolgirl, she could turn into a voracious sexual animal.

Steven did not treat his women in a one-size-fit-all technique. The hypnotist on the USO tour had taught him that, as he called it, ‘the free will thingy’ will pop up if you keep making people do deeds they would not ordinarily like.

He had colorfully told Steven:

“For example, you can hypnotize a good-looking dyke to blow you and maybe let you give it to her good a few times. But, at some point, she is going to want to eat pussy, and you’re cooked.”

Charlotte had previously had intercourse only a couple of times before, and it had been with prep school boys who really did not know what they were doing. She loved now being a lady in public but a tigress in the bedroom.

“C’mon slave, deeper, deeper you fuckin’ wussy, my pussy can take it,” shouted Charlotte as Steven then jammed his dick as far into her as he could.

He was now riding Charlotte hard, he thought he could feel the tip of his dick touch her cervix, but he kept plunging and plunging into her. “It’s always the quiet ones,” though Steven as he now was almost lifting Charlotte up from the bed.

“Yes. … yes … YESSS,” wailed Charlotte as she felt a massive orgasm crash over her. Steven was now turned on greatly and he poured his seed deep into her, although his grunts were drowned out by Charlotte’s cries.

Steven finally withdrew from Charlotte for safety reasons, and she rolled around the bed like a beached mackerel. Her mind was being overwhelmed with pleasure, she never wanted it to stop. And it did not seem to be.

Charlotte always had gotten from dadsie what she wanted, because she was such a good girl, and now she demanded the same from Steven, as now a bad girl.

She felt her head was about to explode, and then it all went black.

Steven looked at the now unconscious Charlotte, laying there sprawled naked on the bed, drool dribbling out of her mouth, his cum leaking out of her slit. Her body had rippled so much with sexual pleasure, her head could not take it anymore and passed out.

Steven checked her pulse, and it was good, and he saw her breasts go up and down as she breathed steadily. This was not the first time a woman fainted due to sexual overload with Steven. The average was about five minutes they were knocked out.

But Charlotte was a super-fit, 20-year-old, so it only took her two minutes before woke up. Her eyes were hollow, and she could not even bring herself to do anything but lay on her side and moan. She looked around groggily as she tried to get her bearings. She looked at Steven and smiled.

“Every single time you fuck the shit out of me, and I love it,” she said, as she took a proffered towel from Steven and tried to wipe some of the sweat, pussy juice and cum that she was covered in.

“I guess I was too shy, growing up, darn proper upbringing,’ said Charlotte in a thin voice. “But I should have ‘claimed’ you myself. This is so good; thanks goodness you turned Tracee into like the greatest boss ever.”

“Well, you have me for another week, then I come in and intern for her, and you all get to go start your lives in the glamorous world of television news,” said Steve.

(Steven had enjoyed it when Tanya informed him over lunch ‘to her absolute total shock’ that Tracee told her, he would indeed be her sole intern for the next semester. The first time in 21 years she would have a guy.)

“Yeah, well, um, you’re right, sort of,” said Charlotte weakly. “Bridget and Kacie took Tracee’s advice and fucked a ton of news directors at the News Association convention, so they are piled high with offers to choose from. Wolf News had already offered both to be reporters just based on their profile pictures.

“But, as for myself, education is very important in my family,” said Charlotte. “They are all doctors, lawyers, admirals, wall street brokers, captains of industry. For me to just have a bachelor’s degree and doing the weather at a station in Keokuk, Iowa for peanuts, well, I would be kind of looked upon as a failure.”

Steven said: “Really? Most girls right out of college would kill for that.”

“Yeah, people always say, ‘Charlotte, your family is rich, so you have it easy’, but that also means I am surrounded by very successful people. So there is a lot of pressure that goes with it.

“Personally, I would probably have a ball in Keokuk, leaving the nest, but I also think I need more seasoning, more working on my on-air presence,” said Charlotte. “No one wants a shy, soft-spoken news reporter.

“I’ve talked to my family, and they agree, I should go to graduate school and get my master’s degree in tv-radio-film. So I am staying in town, and I will need to go to a gym and keep in shape.”

“But Tracee won’t pay for you anymore, you won’t be an intern,” said Steven.

“Well,” said Charlotte, who now had a husky voice as she scrambled over to where Steven sat and grabbed his now flattened member. “Dadsie mentioned he likes how I had dropped all the baby fat and seemed more confident. I told him Tracee had sent us to this gym with this amazing great instructor who was great for the body and mind.

“He said then keep going, and he would pick up the tab. He loved the person I was becoming, and I had an open checkbook.”

“Oh, that’s good because, I have to warn you, it is pricey, not for me but the gym gets a big cut, so to make my time worthwhile, I really have to jack up the price,” said Steven. “I can only take so many clients with my classes and internship.”

“I did mention … Open,” as she then put her mouth around Steven’s prick, which quickly enlarged. Charlotte took her mouth off it for a second, “Checkbook”

She then put her mouth back around his penis and began licking.