The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Okay so I took the car, but the truth is we were sharing it. I didn’t know that it was his mothers. I had thought it was his. I never liked that woman, and now here I am. Sitting in jail because she reported our car stolen! It wasn’t stolen! As soon as he gets home from his business trip tomorrow he will straighten her out. He will tell her all about me. I have to admit that I was quite hurt when I found out that the guy I was living with never told his mother about me. Here I was thinking that I was an important part of his life, and he can’t even tell his mother he’s seeing someone? As soon as he gets me out of here I am going to let him have it. She won’t even come down here. All she did was report her car stolen, which it wasn’t, and now she is sitting home thinking some girl took her car from her son. I called him to bail me out; he is leaving wherever he is early so he can do it. He told me that when he gets back he will straighten things out with his mother, so I have to sit here, in this jail, until he can tell her to drop the charges. There is one good thing though, there’s no one else in here with me, and it’s a small town. So I can just sleep while I wait for him.

I must have fallen asleep without realizing it. I awoke to the sound of a woman screaming obscenities at one of the guards. She was cursing at him about how she hadn’t done anything wrong. I wonder if she’s in the same position I am in? I sat up, and found myself making sure my hair was straight. She glared at the guard as she locked her in the cell with me. The woman was stocky, and had shoulder length hair done in those tiny little braids. She wore faded blue jeans loosely, and black boots. Her shirt had some writing on the back in white letters, but it was small and I couldn’t read it, when she spun around I was startled not only by the gruesome picture on the front, but also by her growl, “What are you looking at?”

I gulped, “I’m sorry, I didn’t, I just, your shirt. I was just trying to read it.”

She squinted at me, and didn’t say anything to that. She just snorted, and than sat down on the bench beside me, “You look too preppy to be in here. What you got drunk or something?”

I blushed. It was true; I didn’t look like I belonged in a jail. I had on a business suit, I had been coming back from work when they pulled me over and arrested me for stealing his car, and his mother’s car I should say. I was very conservative, knee length skirt, pearls around my neck, and hair that used to be perfectly done. Now I must be a wrinkled mess, “No, I shouldn’t be here. They think I stole my boyfriend’s car. I didn’t! He’s on a business trip, and his mother reported it stolen. Apparently she doesn’t know about me.” I admitted to her. I didn’t know why I did it; maybe it was because I wanted to find solace in her company. Maybe I thought she could relate to me, honestly I just felt like opening up.

The woman nodded at me, “All men are scum!” she proclaimed. I had to assume by her dress that she was one of those masculine lesbians. I really shouldn’t have made that assumption, but I did. I nodded in response to her. I was going to ask her why she was there, but she started talking before I could, “Don’t trust ‘em! I don’t, and you shouldn’t either! Screw ya’ every chance they get!” She was shaking her head and tsk’ing at me. Now I didn’t know what to say. I really didn’t want to man bash, but she had already started. I didn’t want to be rude and interrupt her.

She peered at me for a moment, but before she could say anything a female guard walked in. She was a frail skinny little woman. She had a tray with some food on it, “Here ladies. They told me that neither of you ate before you got hauled in. I made them make you something,” she smiled warmly at the two of us, and held the trays for us to take, “I’ll be back in a few minutes to take the trays, okay? Enjoy.” She was such a nice woman; I couldn’t imagine her wanting to be a jail guard type person. I thought only bull dykes did that kind of thing, somewhat like my new companion.

We ate our meal in silence, and the two of us had cans of Pepsi with them. I couldn’t think of conversation, and she just ate though she hadn’t eaten in years. I couldn’t help but stare at her, and when I got an angry glare back I went back to eating my own food properly. The nice guard came back and took our trays. All that was left were the two cans of coke that we hadn’t finished drinking yet. I got up to wash my hands and turned my back to my cellmate, I really should have asked her name by now, but I didn’t. When I came back she had a silly smirk on her face. I couldn’t understand why, but disregarded it. I finished off my coke, and noticed it had a different aftertaste than normal. I figured because it had been opened so long, and perhaps it had gone flat. When I had finished it the guard took the two cans, my cellmate had finished hers long before me. I sighed and decided I should introduce myself, “I’m Madeline Truvy,” I stuck out my hand for her to shake it.

She chortled to herself and then took my hand, “Lorna Davis.” She shook my hand rather sternly, and as she did so I began to get groggy and dizzy. It was very sudden and I blinked my eyes a few times to try to clear it away.

When she released my hand, I brought both of them to my head as it began to get cloudy, “I think the food isn’t sitting right with me.”

Lorna smiled at me, “No, you are just drugged honey.”

“What?” I was astonished, but it was more of a hush than the exclamation I mean it to be.

“Yeah I drugged you. The guards aren’t gonna’ be bothering us for a while, so I figured why not have some fun with this piece of ass I got sitting here with me.”

I shook my head, “No,” but I couldn’t help but feel groggy. I didn’t like this feeling, and before I knew it my arms went limp and fell at my sides.

I watched her eyes light up, “Wow! I must have put a lot in there. I really wasn’t paying attention, but this is working really fast!” she bit her lower lip, “Have you ever been with a woman Maddy?”

I hated it when people called me Maddy, but I couldn’t express my outrage, “No.” I responded.

“Oh well you don’t know what you are missing! Have you ever been attracted to a woman before?”

Again I was outraged at the question I wanted to get the guard. I wanted to let her know what had happened to be me, but I couldn’t move. All I could do was sit there. Even my head was heavy, my neck was like Jell-O, and my chin was now resting on my chest, “Only once, but it was when I was in college. I never acted on it or anything.”

“So women do excite you?”

“Well...” I had to think about that one. I didn’t want to answer, but now my brain was getting all jumbled. I couldn’t think, but I was trying to. It felt like I was in a fog.

“Is it hard to think?”

“Yes,” I mumbled. It was getting hard to talk.

“Oh well that’s okay Maddy, I will think for you, okay?” She patted my knee, and pushed my skirt up. I wanted to push it down, but my arms wouldn’t listen to me. “It’s getting to hard to think, so I will think for you? You want that don’t you?”

It was true thinking was getting hard, but letting her think of me wasn’t what I wanted, did I? I nodded, “Yes.”

“Good!” she patted my leg, and put her hand between my thighs pushing my skirt up more, “Well you admitted you had been attracted to women before, so that must mean that you are attracted to all women? Right? You find all women attractive don’t you?”

It seemed logical. I hadn’t thought of it that way before, “Yes,” my lips fumbled together but I got the world out. I was attracted to her. Her eyes were a beautiful brown. I guess I hadn’t seen it before. She was very attractive.

“Good!” she pushed my legs apart, and rested her hand on my thigh, “Such a good girl Maddy! So women get you all hot bothered don’t they Maddy? Since you are attracted to them all, you must be a very horny lesbian. Are you horny right now Maddy?” My foggy brain was accepting all that she was telling me. Attracted to women, lesbian, horny? Was I horny? I couldn’t answer for her, “Maddy, honey, are you paying attention to me? You really must pay attention to me,” I nodded I was trying to. I was trying to pay attention to her, “Good honey. So you are horny then? With my hand on your thigh, does that make you wet? You horny little lesbian.” She was right. I was getting a little hot. My vagina was a bit moist. She began to caress my thigh, and my pussy twitched, “You like my hand there? You really like my touch. It makes you aroused doesn’t it? My hand working its way to your cunt. I bet our cunt is all wet. You are such a horny lesbian. Is your cunt wet for me? Because of me? Tell me Maddy Darling.”

Her voice was so calm, and soothing. There was something about it. I was focusing on it; it was all I could focus on it. I was supposed to respond. She was waiting for me to respond. Her hand massaging my thigh, working its way up towards my sex. She wanted me to say something, what was it again? My found the words, “Yes. I am wet because of your hand on my thigh,” that was it. I was, she was making me horny, and wet with the way she was touching my thigh. Would she make it to my pussy? Would she discover how wet I was getting over her touch?

Before I knew it she took bother her hands and thrust my legs apart. She put one hand under my chin and brought my face to hers, “Tell me Maddy honey. Tell me what you want. Tell me about how much of a lesbian you are. Tell me how horny you are. Tell me that you want me to rub that little clitty of yours. Tell me Maddy.”

I did. I was getting so horny. Everything she said, “Please,” I began, “please my pussy is aching. I need you to touch me. I love women, I am a lesbian, and I need you to touch me. I need you to relieve me.” I couldn’t bring my arms to do it myself, she had to do it!

She grinned at me evilly, “Maddy you are so wet,” she ran her finger along the outside of my blue cotton panties, “I can feel it through these things, but they are blocking me. I can’t get access. How am I going to help you with them there?”

“I will take them off!” I said within a moan and she rubbed my slit with her finger up and down. It was driving me crazy. I help my legs wide for her while she did it, “I won’t wear them so you can play with me.” She took her hand away, and I quickly got to my feet. Somehow I could move to do that. It was almost like she could permit what I could do. I hiked up my skirt, and pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. I couldn’t sit down. I could only stand there though, with my skirt up around my waist, and my bare ass, and shaven pussy exposed to the cool air. My legs parted slightly, and my pussy increased in its moistness.

My back was to her, I was waiting for her to tell me something. I was waiting for her to think for me. She didn’t say anything; instead she ran her hands across my ass. She let her fingers tickle it, and my pussy just continued to grease itself up. Finally she broke the sexual silence, “Tell me Maddy, I don’t like that name, can I call you something else. You want me to call you something else. You don’t like that name either do you?”

“No,” I moaned as she began to run her fingers over my moistened labia.

“Good,” I could envision her smile, “What should we call you then. What is a good name for a horny lesbian like you?” she slipped her finger between my labia and found the pool of juices there, and began to rub my clit. All I could do was moan with anticipation that she would continue what she was doing, “A good name for a horny little lesbian, a Cunt whore, are you a Twat licking whore? Tell me.”

“Yes,” I gasped and she rubbed my clit harder, “Yes!” I repeated as I felt an orgasm begin to build, “I am a twat licking whore!” I couldn’t think I felt my mind begin to mold. I had an urge now to get on my knees and show her what I was. But I couldn’t move she was attacking my clit, and now my body was reacting, I began to hump at her hand.

“Good Good,” she took her second hand and began to work two fingers within my pussy hole as she kept stimulating my clit. My pussy was on fire, it was out of control, “But you wont cum unless I say so, you know why Pet, what a good name for you, Pet, you like that? Your name Pet?”

I was humping furiously, “Yes, Pet!” my name, Pet, I was her pet! My new name, Pet. What a good name for me. A Twat licking whore, I am a pet.

“Good good Pet,” her fingers were working themselves in and out of me, I was humping her hand as hard as she massaged my clit, it must have been a sight, but I was desperate. The orgasm was building, but she had bid me not to cum. I would not cum, “A pet needs and owner doesn’t it? And the owner controls the pet, tells the pet what to do. You want an owner Pet? You want someone to control you? Tell me you need an owner Pet.”

I was loosing my mind now. I was coming out of the fog, but I was getting desperate. I needed to cum. Control me, yes, I wanted her, and I wanted her to own me, “Own me! Please! Please control me! Own me!” I screamed as I grinded against her hand harder. I had to cum, frustration causing me to sweat. I was so close to the edge it was going to be a massive orgasm, if I were ever allowed to cum!

“Oh pet,” she removed both her hands, and I felt empty. My pussy dripped and her fingers were covered with my juices. I wanted her. I needed her to finish me! “Kneel and face me Pet! Let me see if I will be your Mistress.” I did as I was told; I turned and knelt before her. I needed a release. My thighs were drenched in pussy broth. She was grinning at me, “Pet, you must show me you want me to own you. Show me Pet; show me you want me to be your Mistress. You want me to control you, you want me to own you, you need me to own you! Show me! Worship me Pet.”

I got down on all fours and began to kiss her shows. My head was totally free of fog; all I could concentrate on was proving to her that she wanted to own me. I had to prove to her I was a good pet. I licked and kissed one boot at a time with my ass in the air. While I did so I felt her rub and scratch my ass so lightly. Before I knew it she was reaching over me and shoving three fingers into my pussy. I moaned loudly and stopped my shoe worship. I pushed back against her fingers. I was getting so close, I couldn’t cum. She told me not to. I couldn’t achieve orgasm. She had to tell me. I was beginning to scream in excitement.

“A good Pet you are. A Good Pet, I bet my Pet wants to cum all over my fingers!” with that she shoved her other hand underneath my nose, “Taste my pet!” she said and I began to suck my juices from her formal probe of my love canal off of her fingers. It was a bitter sour taste, but I lapped it up in the heat of passion. I needed to cum, “Good Pet! What a good Pet I have.” She spanked my ass when her hand was thoroughly clean. She stretched my pussy and it hurt slightly when she worked the fourth finger into my pussy.” She was fucking my pussy so hard now I was screaming. “Tell me pet, and then you may cum! Tell me you are my pet! And that I control you! Tell me Pet.”

My mind rewired itself because I believed it! I knew it deep down, I was her pet, and as my orgasm began to rack my body I screamed out, “I am your Pet! I am yours! You own me! Your Pet! I am under your control!” my body convulsed in an earth shattering orgasm, and I collapsed with her four fingers in my pussy, and her thumb massaging my clit. I twitched on the floor for a few minutes while she withdrew her hand.

She smirked down at me, “Good Pet, when we get out it will be so much fun!”