The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Brad, set four places,” Katerina said. “I’ll tell your father and Lorelei that dinner is ready.” She walked down the hallway to find the door to the John’s den closed.

Odd?

Katerina pushed open the door. “Hey you two, come grab drinks. It’s al—” She stopped, momentarily frozen in horror at the sight of her husband, kneeling on the floor, cradling Lorelei’s foot in his hands, licking the sole of her sandal. She recovered enough to yell, “John! What are you doing?”

John didn’t hear his wife. Lorelei was his entire world. And this lovely girl had been gracious enough to allow him to crawl across the room and worship her shoes. He’d never been so happy in his life.

“John? Answer me!” Katerina marched toward the pair.

Lorelei stood. “Stay here.” She patted John on the head like a dog and crossed the room to intercept the raging wife. “Wait, Katerina. It’s not what you think.” Lorelei put a hand on Katerina’s shoulder.

Katerina ripped away Lorelei’s hand away. “Get out of my house.”

“Give me a chance to explain.” Lorelei wasn’t sure if her spell would work, but it was worth a shot. She looped her arms around a surprised Katerina, then, without hesitation, delivered a kiss.

Katerina resisted for a moment, then her lips parted and she eagerly returned the kiss, her tongue pressing against Lorelei’s. As the love spell took hold in Katerina’s heart, mind, and soul, Lorelei broke the embrace.

“Wow!” Katerina struggled to catch her breath.

Lorelei smirked. “There was something you wanted to tell me?”

Katerina’s face flushed. “You—I mean—ooh, Lorelei.” She reached for the redhead.

Lorelei slapped the model’s hand. “No touching without permission.”

“Sorry.” Katerina cast her eyes downward.

“You’re very pretty.” With an evil gleam in her eye, Lorelei traced a finger across Katerina’s chest.

Katerina shivered at Lorelei’s touch and let out an involuntary squeal.

“You like that, don’t you?” Lorelei smiled triumphantly.

“Lorelei,” whined John. “What about me?”

“Not now.” Lorelei snapped her fingers, silencing him.

Lorelei pressed close against the model’s lithe body and whispered in her ear, “You had something to say about me and your husband?”

“Husband? John?” Katerina’s thoughts were a jumble. All could she think about, focus on, was Lorelei. She never felt this way about a woman, about anyone. Katerina must have her. “Lorelei, I love you.”

Lorelei’s delightful laughter filled the room. “Of course, you do.” She pointed to the floor.

Katerina’s knees buckled. With desire etched in her face, she stared up at Lorelei.

“Welcome to your new life.” Lorelei grinned, towering over the woman. “Now, my newest pet, how shall you serve me?”

Brad set four places at the dinner table, removed the roast from the oven, carved, and carried the side dishes on the table.

His mother still hadn’t returned from his father’s den.

Fearing the worst, he crept down the hallway, not wanting to alert anyone to his approach. The door was ajar. He poked his head in.

Brad watched in with a mixture of revulsion and longing as his parents prostrated themselves before Lorelei, each licking a sole of her sandal, while she smiled with delight at their humiliation. Brad knew he should do something to help his parents, but couldn’t. He was obsessed with the idea of Lorelei to using him, too.

Lorelei looked up and spotted Brad staring at the spectacle. “Is dinner ready?”

“Uh, y—yes,” Brad stuttered.

“Time to eat.” Lorelei stood and snapped her fingers. “We’ll continue the festivities after dinner.”

“That was an excellent dinner, Katerina.” Lorelei wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“Thank you, Lorelei.” Katerina blushed.

“Yes, you should thank me,” Lorelei said. “You will find that every waking moment, you will be overwhelmed with the need to make me happy. And your reward for your actions will be the simple realization that when you serve me, you will experience intense pleasure.”

“Yes, Lorelei,” John said. “Is now a good time to return to kneeling and worshipping you?”

“Let’s put a hold on that for the moment.” Lorelei laughed. “Right now, I want to focus on more material pursuits.”

Lorelei pointed to Katrina’s hand. “That’s a lovely ruby ring.”

Katerina yanked it off her finger and slid it across the dinner table. “It’s yours, my dear.”

Lorelei slipped the ring on her finger and admired it. “What do you think, Brad?”

Brad fumed at his impotence, but could only honestly say, “You deserve it, Lorelei.”

“Yes, I do,” she said matter-of-factly.

“I bought that,” John said. “I should get the credit.”

Lorelei reached out and caressed his cheek. “Don’t worry, John. You can make me happy by giving me that Tesla Roadster parked in the driveway.”

“It’s yours!” he said excitedly.

“Why don’t you go get the title and sign it over to me?” Lorelei said. “While Katerina and I explore her closet and jewelry case.”

“On it!” John raced to his den to look for the car’s paperwork.

Katerina said, “I’ve got a Hermes bag you will die for. And wait till you see my collection of over-the-knee boots.”

Brad sat at the table, as intense jealousy raged within him. He loved Lorelei, would do anything for her. But he couldn’t compete with his parents’ wealth and the gifts they could shower upon the object of his desire. “What about me?”

Lorelei looked at him with contempt and amusement. “Why don’t you clear the table?” She laughed as Katerina led her out of the room.

Lorelei eased her new Tesla into a parking spot at the Red River Lifestyle Center, the city’s newest luxury shopping destination.

In the passenger seat, John sat motionless, a victim of Lorelei’s latest spell.

Lorelei reached out and caressed his cheek. “Ready to take me shopping?”

John stared straight ahead and nodded.

“Wonderful, I always wanted my own personal robot shopping slave.” Lorelei giggled. “Make that my own personal wealthy robot shopping slave.” She exited the car.

John remained seated.

Lorelei sighed. The downside to a mind-numbed slave was you needed to give constant orders. “Come along, John. Time to max out those credit cards.”

John, his movements awkward and clumsy, like a not-ready-for-primetime android, climbed out of the car and took his place at Lorelei’s side.

First stop was Heels & More Company, a high-end shoe store.

The clerk’s hands shook as slipped pair after pair of stilettos, pumps, and boots on to Lorelei’s perfect feet. John remained motionless in the corner, unaware of his surroundings, waiting for Lorelei’s next command.

The clerk rang up the sales, not thinking about his commission, more concerned that Lorelei might never return to his store and that he would never be lucky enough to view this gorgeous woman again.

When presented with the total, Lorelei snapped her fingers. “John, take care of this.”

Without hesitation, John handed over his Black American Express Card.

The scenario repeated itself at a dress boutique and a jewelry retailer: a fawning clerk, Lorelei selecting anything and everything she desired, John mindlessly paying for it all.

At Dollars and Scents, the exclusive perfume store, Lorelei walked amongst the displays pointing at bottles, and the salesgirl dutifully collected them all.

At the register, Lorelei held out her hand, and John dutifully placed his last credit card in it.

The salesclerk arched an eyebrow. “Someone’s pretty devoted.”

“John, why don’t you tell”—Lorelei squinted at the girl’s name badge—“Madison, what you are?”

In an emotionless monotone, John said, “I am Lorelei’s personal robotic shopping slave.”

Lorelei and Madison shared a laugh.

Madison ran the card through the scanner but it came back declined. Lorelei tossed the worthless card aside. She reached into John’s pocket, pulled out his wallet, and emptied all the cash.

Lorelei handed the pile of green to Madison. “Keep the change.” Lorelei let the wallet fall to the floor, then looked at John with contempt. “Grab my bags and come along, Robot.”

Katerina was the same size as Lorelei, and she handed over her best jewelry, shoes, handbags, accessories, and clothes.

Brad carried the bags and loaded them into Lorelei’s new roadster.

As Lorelei prepared to depart, Katerina and John both dropped to their knees, pleading for Lorelei to stay.

“Don’t worry, slaves, your goddess will return soon enough.” She focused her gaze on John. “I’m especially interested in meeting your hedge fund partners.”

“Yes, Lorelei,” John said. “Whatever you want.”

Brad’s phone beeped. A text from Lorelei summoning him to her dorm.

He raced across campus. He hadn’t seen or spoken to Lorelei since they returned from his parents on Sunday. Now, she was inviting him over. His mind spun as he imagined what Lorelei would be wearing and how she would reward him for all his service. Finally, his devotion to her was paying off. Inside her dorm, he walked down the hall, palms sweating and heart pounding. He stopped at her door, swallowed hard, and knocked.

Lorelei pulled back the door. She was always stunning, but her outfit today almost brought Brad to his knees. The co-ed was a fantasy in all black: Blazer over a low-cut blouse, mini-skirt, fishnets, and over-the-knee boots with three-inch heels.

She flashed a dazzling smile. “Come in, Brad.”

Was this really happening? Lorelei had been demanding and cruel in the past, but she was down right friendly tonight. He followed Lorelei into the common room, his gaze locked on her rocking hips, but out of the corner of this eye, he spotted a man standing in the corner.

Not just any man. It was Sam Gardner, ESU’s head football coach.

Brad stopped and nodded. “Good afternoon, Coach.”

The Coach ignored Brad.

“Coach?” Brad approached the man. “Everything okay?”

The coach still didn’t reply.

Brad waved his hand in front of the coach’s blank face. No reaction.

Lorelei giggled. “Oh, don’t worry about him, Brad. I put him on ice.”

“Ice?” Brad turned.

Lorelei was sitting on the couch. She smiled and deliberately crossed her legs. “There’s a technical name for the magical state I’ve placed them in. But I like On ice. Frozen. Helpless.” She giggled and glanced at the book of ancient magic resting on the coffee table. “A lot more in here than love spells. There’s almost nothing I can’t do. And I’ve been experimenting.”

A drop of sweat trickled down Brad’s back. The concept of being immobilized in place, unable to move, had never occurred to him, but now the idea was all he could think about. He turned sideways to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

“Be a good boy for me, and I’ll do the same to you, or”—Lorelei dropped her voice an octave—“maybe something worse.”

Brad licked his lips and tried to keep his body from shaking. “Whatever you want, Lorelei.”

“Yes, whatever I want,” she said confidently. “And right now, what I want is for you to do is: take notes for all my classes, handle all homework assignments, and write all my papers.”

“A—All of them?” Brad sputtered.

Lorelei arched an eyebrow. “Surely, that’s not a problem?”

Brad swallowed hard. He was barely keeping up with his own classes. If he devoted all his time to doing Lorelei’s work, he risked getting placed on Academic Probation.

He started to voice his objections, but the words caught in his throat. Lorelei was tracing a shiny red fingernail down her thigh and across her boot. He couldn’t say no to this gorgeous goddess. He loved her too much. Her spell was too powerful. He’d do whatever she asked. His grades didn’t matter. Pleasing her was all he cared about.

“Yes, Lorelei.” Brad bowed his head.

“My two favorite words.” She laughed. “And I’m expecting all As. If you have to pay someone to write my papers, go ahead.”

“All As.” Brad nodded.

“Excellent,” Lorelei said. “I’m going to be very busy meeting with your father’s partners. Can’t wait to have all those millionaires on their knees begging for my attention and affection.”

Lorelei grabbed her phone and tapped. “I’m texting you a list of my classes and assignments.” Her voice took a hard edge. “Don’t screw up, Brad. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

Brad shuffled out of her dorm. As he walked down the hallway, the conflict in his mind raged. He did love Lorelei, even if it was the product of a spell. But she was becoming more and more dangerous. First his parents, then the coach, now his dad’s partners. Someone needed to stop her, and if—

His heart erupted in pain, like someone pierced it with a sword. He stumbled and put a hand out to brace himself against the wall.

Lorelei’s magic was too powerful to even allow him to consider the idea of disobeying her. And why would he want to? She was so beautiful, so lovely. And serving her brought great joy to Brad. He was eager to do Lorelei’s course work. Happy to sacrifice his own grades in order to serve her. Willing to do whatever she asked.

John Raffensberger stood at the head of the table in the conference room and addressed the partners of his hedge fund. “I’m glad you could all make it on such short notice.”

Greg Marcell, the senior partner, said, “Could at least give us some hint about what this is all about?”

“Yeah, what’s the deal with issuing a call for an emergency meeting?” Charles Doe, sitting on John’s right, asked.

Raffensberger held up hands. “I promise it will all make sense once y—”

“I’ll take it from here, John,” a female voice said.

All eyes in the room turned to the door, where Lorelei stood. Dressed in all green—blouse, miniskirt, heels—her wardrobe emphasized her hypnotic eyes and providing a stunning contrast to her elaborately styled flame red hair.

The men gaped, swallowed hard, blinked their eyes. Pulses rose, breathing shallowed, pants bulged.

Lorelei snapped her fingers, freezing the men in place. A cruel smile crossed her lips. “Hello, gentlemen. My name is Lorelei. And you now work for me.”