The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The phone rang on a Wednesday evening when the Slob was training Kirsty in the finer points of oral sex. Under his close instruction she was learning exactly how to apply her tongue to the length of his shaft, kneeling between his legs as he ran his hands through her hair. Kirsty hated the ripe taste of her cruel owner. She tried to break away at the first ringing tone but the Slob saw no reason why she should not continue and with gentle but firm pressure, bent her head back to the task.

The young woman at the other end of the line addressed him by name although he had no idea who she was. At first the Slob assumed that the call was some sort of sales pitch and expected a follow up script about double glazing or financial services. But then she mentioned Kirsty...

Although she couldn’t really overhear the conversation Kirsty could sense an immediate increase in tension. The Slob’s hand tightened round the back of her neck and she began to tremble, her sweet little tongue lapping with increasing nervous frequency around the base of his cock.

No one was supposed to know where Kirsty was—or to care. That had been the whole point of the weeks leading up to her final capture. Now some girl who claimed to be an old friend had traced her here. The Slob was furious with Kirsty! The stupid slut had compromised his whole plan. He listened carefully as the young woman (who introduced herself as Suzanne) explained how Kirsty had gone missing and she was worried about her friend’s whereabouts. She’d found his number by ringing 1471 on Kirsty’s phone, identifying the last number to call her. Did he know anything about her?

The Slob thought fast. It would be easier to say no and deny everything rather than to make up some implausible story but perhaps simple stonewalling would seem peculiar. Whatever he did there was a chance that he would be discovered and his lovely captive liberated. It would be better, he thought, if he could find out just how much Suzanne knew—who she had told and whether there was a real problem. He needed to tease out some more information and perhaps there was a way to allay any outside suspicion.

A plan was beginning to form. The Slob cleared his throat and launched into a quickly but carefully constructed lie...

Suzanne rang off at the same moment that the Slob spattered his sperm into her missing friend’s mouth. When he climaxed Kirsty had to fight hard not to gag on the hot salty taste of her owner’s anger which seemed to flavour his sperm as it flooded her throat. She swallowed convulsively with desperate little gulps knowing that it would only inflame him further if she allowed a drop to escape. The Slob was very strict about that. He let her finish, trembling in terror before he picked her up bodily and bent her over the table. Not a word was said as he took the cane and thrashed her soundly—a severe beating in which his clear rage reduced Kirsty to the most abject depths of anguished suffering. With her bottom still red and raw he buggered her brutally. Only afterwards did he let the sobbing girl subside.

“Now Kirsty”, he said. “You’re going to tell me all about your friend Suzanne...”

Kirsty and the Slob arrived at the Pizza restaurant just after midday. Under the Slob’s precise guidance Kirsty had called her old friend and arranged to meet her for lunch. It was to be a carefully monitored meeting; the Slob had instructed Kirsty in what she was to say, what she was to ask and how she was to react. Long extended sessions of tape conditioning had reinforced the complex commands but even so the Slob was well aware that what he was asking pushed the limits of the whole conditioning process. So far all that had been required of Kirsty was that she follow a simple series of unyielding demands without question. Since she had moved in as his maid he had been there to reinforce his orders in person and had made good progress in his longer term objective of permanently remodelling the blonde’s personality into something much more convenient and easier to control. In this case, though, Kirtsy had to be allowed to use her intelligence to respond to the unpredictable aspects of conversation. It would be a severe test of the mechanism of control and of just how far Kirsty had come. Frankly, the Slob was worried Kirsty wouldn’t be at all convincing. He even thought there was a small risk that she would break out and make a bolt for freedom. That was why he had come with her and now sat at a table close enough to overhear anything she said. They had arrived ten minutes before the time arranged with Suzanne so that the new arrival would be forced to sit on the table where Kirsty had already taken her seat.

Kirsty fidgeted anxiously but she was able to give her order to the waitress. Dressed in the same outfit in which she had been abducted she was looking smart and sexy. The Slob didn’t want Suzanne to get the impression that Kirsty was unhappy. In fact Kirsty found that her clothes felt very strange. For the last two weeks she had been kept naked and had grown used to it. Clothes seemed unnatural; hot and itchy. And too there was the fact that having been isolated for so long with only the Slob for company she had developed the beginnings of agoraphobia. Crowds of strange people now frightened her a little. She was becoming accustomed to isolation.

Suzanne proved to be a compact little blonde in her early twenties, well dressed in shiny black high heels, sheer black stockings and a knee length black skirt, split at the front to alternately reveal and conceal an intriguing slice of nicely rounded inner thigh as she crossed the restaurant towards them. Under her silk cream blouse she was nicely stacked with an altogether fuller figure than her taller friend. The bare skin on her arms was very white but there was a suggestion of a natural apple red in her cheeks which the Slob found quite appealing. Her hair, cut in a pageboy style, was the palest of blondes, fine beautifully combed and straight. In fact, attractive as Kirsty was, Suzanne was a complete knockout.

The Slob felt a stirring in his trousers accompanied by an unvoiced thought of lustful regret.

Shame it wasn’t you I met on the train, bitch! I could have put that tasty body to very good use indeed.

To begin with, the reunion didn’t get off to a very good start. Kirsty was halting in her welcome, looking confused and remote as though she were on drugs. And of course she was but only the Slob knew that the drugs were merely part of a much more sinister treatment. Nevertheless he was disappointed that Kirsty couldn’t put on a better act and his initial apprehension began to turn to worry. The Slob vowed that if he escaped from this situation and retained control of Kirsty she would suffer for her performance. It was, of course, typical of his cruel irrationality to blame his victim. Fortunately for him Kirsty did at least stick to her script. She told Suzanne that she was happy to have split with Jon, that she was enjoying her new job and found it more convenient to live closer to London.

The Slob ordered another drink and coughed. This was a prearranged signal for Kirsty to move on to the next stage. She was to enquire after her friend in an attempt to redirect the conversation from any awkward questions. Somewhat to the Slob’s surprise the tactic seemed to work. Suzanne hadn’t just come to gossip—she had news of her own to impart and she also had a proposal to make.

“You’re not the only one to make a break”, Suzanne said. “I’ve given up on Steve and I’m packing in work. I’m going to take six months off. I’m going to travel the world!”

The excited young woman explained to her friend how she had become bored with her job and needed to ‘get some perspective’ on her life.

As he listened the Slob became intrigued. But the punch line was yet to come.

“Would you like to come with me?", Suzanne asked Kirsty. “You see, when you split with Jon, that was what made me think of the trip. And I thought you might like to join me. It’d be fun!”

“W.. well, I don’t know. I’d have to think about it and get back to you.”

The Slob was pleased with Kirsty’s response. She had been instructed not to commit herself to any future arrangement.

“Look, I’ll leave you a couple of brochures and this sheet of paper which is a copy of the plans I’ve made so far. Have a think about it, please?”

“Oh, well, OK, I suppose....”

The Slob’s mind switched into overdrive. Until this precise moment he had seen Suzanne as an irritating and potentially dangerous nuisance. All of a sudden new possibilities began to occur to him. It wasn’t going to be easy but perhaps there was a way to turn the situation to his advantage...