The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kirsty is dreaming again; one of those long sweaty dreams which have begun to haunt her nights in the last month. She tosses and turns restlessly in her bed as she imagines the touch of another caressing her skin and fondling her body. If only she can learn to do as she is told she knows that everything will be alright—that she will be granted her release. But she doesn’t even know who touches her. She has been living alone now for more than a fortnight since she threw Jon out of their flat at the end of a terrible argument. It was all over nothing really but she felt she had to do it. She couldn’t bear to have him near her anymore.

And so she lies in bed and dreams about the mysterious “other” and feels herself cooking over the hot flame of desire. Sooner or later it ends in the same way. Her hand reaches down between her legs, searching for the damp folds of her sex, knowing that she must work herself to obtain relief. And then she wakes with a start and it is as if she has been scalded by a pan of boiling water. This morning the sensation is particularly powerful and she yelps with frustration, tossing he head back on the pillow and gasping as her body cools. There is to be no reprieve from the simmering torture of unquenched needs. It is time to get ready for the day ahead.

The flat looks empty today. Almost everything is packed in boxes and crates ready to be moved into storage. She showers and dries herself down before dressing; black stockings and suspenders, a tight black mini skirt and a black cotton blouse. A pair of open toed high heeled sandals completes her attire and she checks her appearance carefully in the mirror knowing that it is important that she looks her best. Today she is going for an interview for a new job.

In the cabinet by the side of the bed there is a small brown bottle of pills. Kirsty opens it and takes out the last one, swallowing it quickly. The pills have become an important part of Kirsty’s daily routine since she went on prescription. She can’t quite remember why she is taking them although it must be something to so with those periods of intermittent mental confusion which she is now experiencing on a daily basis. Sometimes she forgets things, or just gets a bit muddled up. It would be so much easier if only there were someone to tell her what to do. Of course the tapes help. She sits in the last chair and puts on her headphones, sliding the latest one into the cassette player. Soon her breathing has slowed and her eyes close as a tide of static and subliminals floods into her brain. The sound is soothing and pure as it washes her mind; washes her mind clean of any distracting thoughts...

The phone rings and she removes the headphones and answers it in a sleepy daze.

“Yes... yes... yes sir. I’m ready.”

It is time to leave. She checks her handbag and locks the flat before hurrying to the train. She doesn’t want to be late. It is very important that she get this job—after all, she has already resigned her previous job and sold the flat. She has burnt her boats and now she feels a little anxious about the forthcoming interview—what if she isn’t good enough? She knows she has to try hard to please her new potential employer.

When she gets off the train at the nasty urban station she doesn’t remember anything of her previous visit. But she doesn’t need those memories to recognise the squalid poverty of the surroundings and to feel an instant apprehension that tightens her chest. How on earth could she have come for a job in this place? She doesn’t really know but now she is here she does know that she has to go through with it. She makes her way to the flat and knocks at the door. The Slob answers with a nasty grin and for a brief second of vertigo she seems to recognise him. Then the moment passes and he is just a stranger

“H.. Hello”, she manages nervously whilst the insolent man looks her up and down with ill disguised interest. “I’ve come about the job. I’d like to be considered for the position of maid.”

“You’re late—I was expecting you fifteen minutes ago but you’d better come in then”, he finishes brusquely “I suppose I should see if you are up to the job.”

As he shuts the door behind her, the Slob is exultant. One slice of hot totty safely delivered! Kirsty looks so pretty in her smart city clothes he can hardly wait to undress and ravish her again. And she obviously can’t recall her previous violation. By the time he lets her have those memories again it will be far too late for her to do anything about them...

The interview begins. The Slob can sense Kirsty’s nervousness in the way she crosses her legs to reveal a delicious expanse of thigh and swallows convulsively as he begins his questions.

“Do you know what this position entails?”

“Well.. I just thought.. I mean.”

“Don’t think”, he interrupts sharply. “I do the thinking here. Let me tell you. If I choose to employ you as my maid I shall expect you to cook and clean around the flat. You must keep everything spotless and tidy and you must be available to work at all hours of the day and night. There are no holidays and there is no free time. Do you understand?”

“Y.. yes”, she answers meekly. She looks around the rooms more than a little daunted by the prospect of cleaning here. There is rubbish everywhere and the sink is full of unwashed dishes.

“Good. You will be expected to wear a uniform which I shall provide for you. On occasions you will be called upon to perform special services which will be clearly explained at the time. These are reasonable conditions, do you agree?”

“Well, I suppose so, I mean...”

It seems that she is on the verge of tears but the drugs and the remote conditioning have been very effective and despite the outrageous nature of his ‘terms’ Kirsty caves in before the Slob’s demands. Of course as yet she had no idea precisely what those demands will mean but the little blonde has progressed so far along the road to submission that she doesn’t think to question further.

“Good. Now there is something else you must understand. I require complete and instant obedience to my orders. Nothing less with be accepted. If I find that you have failed to fulfil any of my requirements you will be punished. I do not tolerate careless behaviour and I will accept no excuses. Do you understand?”

“Y.. y.. yes”

“Good. And now that I have explained what is to be expected of you, you had better tell me why you think that you are capable of working for me. And don’t bother to lie to me—I know when silly young women are trying to con me.”

The Slob finds Kirsty’s pathetic floundering for words highly amusing, but he doesn’t let it continue for too long. In the face of such an absurd request the young woman’s efforts to comply are stimulating her consciousness and if he isn’t careful she might break out of the conditioning. No. It is enough to see her struggling like playing a fish on a line. The exhaustion alone will make it that much easier to reel her in. And to continue the process he stops her thinking again by returning to straightforward question and answer.

“Alright—that’s enough. Let’s see if you’ve prepared yourself properly.”

The Slob goes through a check list of all the things he has asked Kirsty to do via the telephone over the last few weeks. Each one was designed to help extract her from society—to cut out her friends and to prepare her for a new life as his maid. A maid who will be expected nowhere and missed by no one. A maid who can be his slave to own and to use exactly as he wants.

The answers are most satisfactory. The rent is paid up and the lease on her flat cancelled. Kirsty’s bank account had been closed and she counts out all the cash she has withdrawn and passes it over to him—it is a tidy sum and will come in useful later for some of the equipment the Slob plans to purchase to help him control Kirsty more easily.

“Well everything seems to be in order”, he says at last. “You can start straight away. And to begin with I want to introduce you to a friend of mine.”

The Slob goes over to a cupboard by the window and returns with a thin bamboo rod which he twirls between his fingers like a grotesque parody of a bloated cheerleader.

“This is my friend Michael. Michael Cane, geddit?”

He grins nastily.

“You need to find out what Michael will do to you if you are naughty. Let’s call this a little lesson, shall we? Stand up and bend over. Now!”

Kirsty gets to her feet and cowed by the authority of her new boss is soon touching her toes (or as close as she can manage in her heels).

“You’ll have to take some exercise to make your limbs more supple”, the man complains in muttered undertones although in truth he is very pleased with the speed and lack of hesitation in Kirsty’s response. He walks up to his prey and runs his hand up the back of her legs, suddenly yanking her skirt up to reveal her bottom. A thin pair of lacy black panties cover her for only a few moments more before they are pulled down to her knees. Kirsty’s bare bottom is every bit as interesting as he remembered and today it will suffer a more severe punishment than the simple spanking he delivered the first time round. He swishes ‘Michael’ through the air for a two or three experimental strokes enjoying the way Kirsty’s buttocks clench and relax in involuntarily anticipation. She is terrified and trembling and cannot see why she has found herself in this awful predicament. But to disobey this horrible man is somehow unthinkable—she just has to let him chastise her. And perhaps in truth, she does deserve it. She was late for the interview after all.

The first blow catches her unawares as she is reviewing her guilt. It lands full across the widest part of her bottom and makes her squeal in anguish.

“Quiet bitch!", the Slob says and Kirsty is reduced to a soft sobbing as he delivers another five strokes, each one creating a bright red line of agony across the girl’s soft bottom. She will remember this punishment for some time to come, that is for certain! When he has finished he walks over to admire his handy work. Caressing the freshly beaten flesh he traces the lines made by the cane making the girl quiver convulsively. And then he moves on. His hand probes between her thighs and finds the hot well of her sex. To his immense satisfaction it is moist with shame and stimulation. A little gasp of mingled anguish and embarrassment interrupts the low whimpering commentary of her humiliation. It is precisely this effect that that he is looking for and has been seeking to produce. The tapes, the drugs and the hypnosis which have been self administered under the guidance of his telephone instructions have all worked most effectively to bring the lovely blonde to this desperate plight. Denied any sexual release since the first moment when the Slob took his pleasure with her she has been kept in a state of building frustration and taught to expect punishment. Now she will learn to associate pain and pleasure, but more importantly to associate obedience and pleasure. He can’t wait any longer and frees his swelling organ from his underpants.

“Spread your legs a little now”, he tells the blonde, and when she tries to straighten up, forcibly bends her over again so that her bottom is displayed to its best advantage. He enters her easily, relishing the sensation of her tight tunnel clasping his member with an involuntary spasm of pleasure. His hands grasp her hips and he pumps in and out, making her gasp in unwanted gratification. Then at the last moment, he utters the fateful words...

“You’re a damn good poke Sugar pie!”

When she hears the key phrase, first implanted in her brain via her own Walkman on the train so long ago, it all suddenly floods back. Sugar pie...

In a rush, Kirsty’s memories return. She recalls all the lurid and horrible details of the Slob’s first conquest of her body. She realises exactly how he has continued his manipulation of her and how he has brought her to this dreadful state where she is without friends or allies and quite at his mercy. For a brief moment the veil cast by the drugs and the hypnosis is torn aside and she screams. Then the Slob comes—spending deep inside his pretty blonde victim and bringing her to a simultaneous orgasm of mind shattering power. And when it is over the young woman slumps in surrender, understanding for the first time that this disgusting man has now gained complete control over both her body and her mind. All that is left to her now, is to speculate in fear as to what exactly he plans to do with them...