The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Claire had been shocked at the events of the previous week. Not only at the display her old friend Cindy had given but in her own reactions to forcing her to strip naked at the aerobics class. It had made her so horny that she had immediately called on Cindy’s boyfriend, Tom, and with the aid of the video of her, together with Cindy not turning up for a date Claire had practically raped Tom, not that he complained of course, he never did.

Not only was she surprised at these events, she was also surprised at the rumors that Cindy was yet again going to display all her charms, this time at a Charity Rugby match. It was then that a poster on the campus noticeboard caught her eye. It read:

Charity Rugby Match, Tuesday 6pm, at the College Stadium.

Starring the Masked Madame – a beauty who has never lost a rugby match. See her lose her kit if she loses the game.

$10.00 per ticket, pay on the day.

This was unbelievable thought Claire. The rumors were true. This was one match she just had to watch.

Day of the Match

Claire couldn’t believe how many of her fellow co-eds had come to watch the charity rugby game. The stories of Cindy’s antics at the aerobics lesson together with the belief she was the ‘Masked Madame’ mentioned on the posters ensured that a lot of money would be raised this day for charity.

Claire noticed Cindy stood at the edge of the pitch and was unable to resist moving down to taunt her a little. To her surprise however Cindy turned and smiled before asking her a favour.

“Would you hold these for me please until after the match.” she said, offering her two exquisite gold dice.

“Errmm, OK” replied a puzzled Claire.

As soon as she took the dice her head became a little fuzzy as she heard some instructions:

‘You have been chosen to be the holder of the dice. Soon you will roll those dice and for the numbers of hours showing you will obey the master of the dice in all he or she says. The dice will disappear but tomorrow they will return to you. You then have up to 10 days to choose a new holder of the dice and you will be the master of your chosen one. Simply have them touch the dice and they are in you control. You may not choose a previous holder and you must choose within 10 days. Failure to do so would mean you would declare yourself naked to the first person you see on the eleventh day, and you would be slave to that person for hours decided by the dice…..And so the cycle repeats.’

“Well, roll the dice then. Let’s see how long I get to have you as a plaything.” Cindy said breaking Claire out of the daze.

As requested a confused Claire threw the dice returning a double three.

“That gives us until 11.30 good. But first I need you to help me get ready.” Cindy remarked after seeing the dice. “Follow me”

A few moments later Cindy and a still unsuspecting Claire were in the changing room. Of course she’d heard the words as she held the dice but she thought it was just in her head.

“I just don’t know which outfit to choose.” Stated Cindy laying out an array of costumes including the French Maid and Naughty Nurse outfits she’d worn for Mark.

“Well, after what you wore at aerobics I suppose you could always go naked but then what kit would the Masked Madame have to lose. I suggest you wear the naughty nurse outfit.” Giggled Claire “Then if any of the lads pull a muscle you could rub it better.”

“Oh! Sorry I forgot to tell you, I’m not the Masked Madame. YOU ARE. And the costume is not for me it’s for you.” Said Cindy almost apologetically. “And as you like the naughty nurse outfit I’ll let you wear that.”

“Don’t be stupid. You’re the tart who likes to show off her tits and cunt not me.” Shouted an angry Claire.

“Less of the lip, get your clothes off and get that outfit on now.” Cindy ordered.

“No way” replied Claire as she undid her blouse. “If you think I’m parading around in that slutty outfit you’re mistaken,” she said while removing her skirt and knickers.

“STOP!!” shouted Cindy

Claire froze “Now what?” she asked.

“If you want to go out as you are you can? ”said Cindy

“OK” said Claire before looking down and noticing that she was naked. “Shit, what have you done. Where are my clothes?” she asked

“Naughty nurse or Birthday Suit? Your choice” was the only reply.

“Sod that” screamed Claire as she noticed her clothes and started to get dressed again.

“You obviously don’t understand. Now, put all your clothes in this bag and put on the Nursey gear.”

Claire found herself doing as instructed and was soon in the skimpy uniform. “Look, this is indecent, I can’t wear this. It’s so short you can see my panties” She pleaded.

“I agree it is rather inappropriate” responded Cindy. “This is after all a rugby match.” And handed her a bag of clothes. Inside was a rugby top that had been cut away so that it would reveal the wearer’s midriff and a pair of silk french knickers instead of shorts. There were also stockings, suspenders and high heels. “Put these on instead” she said.

“I can’t wear just this.” Protested Claire. As she changed from one revealing costume to another.

“True” said Cindy. “After all the crowd won’t know you’re the Masked Madame” and handed her a superhero type eyemask, which of course would not conceal her identity.

Claire tried one last desperate tactic. “The poster said the Masked Madame had never lost a match. I’ve never even played in one.”

“Then you can’t have lost can you.” Laughed Cindy. “Come on, get the mask on, your public awaits. By the way, no crying out there, if anyone asks you’re doing it for charity and as a bet because I fulfilled a bet you gave me last week. OK. And if any of the boys get frisky just accept it, don’t complain. You may plead for them to stop, but if you do you will immediately tell them how good it feels. Oh! And finally, if you do lose you are to throw your top and mask into the crowd and do a circuit of the running track waving both arms above your head, then come to me for further instructions. OK move out when you here my command.”

Claire waited at the door of the changing rooms, listening as Cindy addressed the crowd on the PA.

“Ladies & Gentlemen, I know many of you were expecting me to be the Masked Madame but I am sorry to tell you it isn’t me.”

“Ahhhhhhh!” said the crowd in disappointment.

“But I am her manager, and rest assured she will abide by the rules. If she loses, she will throw her strip to you, her adoring fans.”

Cheers filled the stadium.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the one, the only, MMAAAAAASSSSSSSSKKKED MADAME!!!”

The crowd went wild as the skimpily dressed Claire tiptoed out onto the pitch. Hundreds of camera flashes went off, capturing the first of many embarrassing moments she was sure to endure in the next few hours.

The captain of the team, after ogling her body, briefly described the rules of the game. He then told Claire to stand at the front and if she received the ball she was to run for the line.

To Cindy’s disappointment the players actually decided to put on a game for the crowd and at halftime Claire’s team were somehow 3 tries in front without Claire even having a touch of the ball.

At the start of the second half things changed slightly, as one of Claire’s teammates passed her the ball. Clumsily she tried to run in her high heels before being thrown to the floor by two of the opposition. The tackle caused her shirt to slide up revealing the fact she was not wearing a bra. Blushing at her exposure she quickly pulled down her top. Soon more passes were made her way and yet again she was tackled. This time one of her own team bent to help her get up, but instead of grabbing her arm he lifted her by her shirt, pulling it until her small firm breasts were in full view; bringing a cheer from the crowd and a smile from Cindy. A humiliated Claire simply pulled the top back down.

As the second half progressed Claire’s team seemed more intent on getting flashes of her tits than winning the game and it wasn’t long before they were losing by one try. With only five minutes of the game left to play a scrum was called near the opponents try line. The Captain called a huddle and it was decided that Claire would be the hooker, she would be at the centre of the scrum attempting to win possession of the ball. To form the scrum her arms were locked onto the two players either side, then she was bent forward to lock into the opposing team. This position not only meant that she couldn’t move her arms but bent forward her top hung down revealing her pert breasts. Also she had to part her legs to maintain her balance which caused her loose silk underwear to fall open displaying a sopping wet gash covered in a light blonde fuzz of pubic hair. She was held in this position while the players and the referee took time to saviour the delights before them. After a while the other players got into position behind her. It is traditional for players in the scrum to grab each other’s shorts to keep the group tight and the fact that a beautiful blonde was in the scrum wearing silky underwear didn’t stop this happening. At first Claire’s knickers were pulled up almost splitting a gaping cunt in two but soon the tension was released as her french knickers were pushed to one side allowing unseen fingers to roughly caress her exposed pussy. With her arms locked around the shoulders of her teammates she was unable to stop the probing of her most private area.

“Leave me alone” she protested, and then to her dismay added. “It feels so good when you frig my twat.”

Soon there were more hands fighting to get in her panties until in shock she felt them fall to her knees leaving her now dripping slit vulnerable to al those behind her in the scrum. Others within the scrum had taken her lurid cries as an invite to grope her and were now openly fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. Every time Claire protested she followed with a crude statement telling the boys how good it felt.

“Leave me alone” “Yes, squeeze my tits I love it”

“Please stop” “It feels so good, I’m going to come”

“No more” “You’re making me wet it feels so great”

“Will you just please stop” “Oh my God! You’re making come juice run all down my legs.”

Suddenly the whistle blew to signal full time and a disheveled Claire struggled to get free from the writhing bodies of the now collapsed scrum. For a few moments she stood in a daze, her panties at her feet, her come juices glistening on her thighs and her top pushed up showing her cherry red nipples. A local reporter rushed forward and took a photo, the flash startling Claire into covering up.

Claire then heard Cindy on the PA.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I am sorry to say the Masked Madame has lost the game.”

The crowd cheered.

“She will now remove her mask and reveal her true identity.”

Claire willed herself not to listen or obey the commands but within seconds found herself removing the mask.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I don’t believe it.” Mocked Cindy. “The Masked Madame is none other than our very own mild mannered Claire Stevens. Well Claire I’m afraid you’ve lost the right to be wearing that rugby strip, lose it now.”

Claire felt herself propelled towards the roaring crowd; shamefully she removed the top and threw it to the applauding throng, once again exposing her small but stunning breasts. She tried to cover herself but instead felt her hands rising to wave to all her school friends and colleagues. Hindered by the high heels she slowly made her way round the stadium as what seemed like a thousand photographs were taken of her in nothing more than knickers, stockings and suspenders.

After her ‘lap of victory’ Claire approached Cindy for further instructions.

“Tonight at 11pm you are make your way to my flat bringing the video you took of me together with any copies you or anyone else has made, understood.”

“Yes” came the meek reply from the still topless blonde.”

“Until you meet me you are only allowed to dress in the clothes in your bag. If you lose any you may not replace them. OK.”

Knowing she had no choice, Claire nodded, thankful she would at least be wearing her clothes for a while; whatever else may lie in store for her.

“Once dressed you are to report to the team captain. Apologise for causing the team to lose and then join them at the after match party at Millers Wine Bar in the City centre. You are to do as he asks, don’t forget you are one of the team and as such you will follow the Captains orders. OK”

Claire nods again.

“Finally” said Cindy handing her a razor and cream, “you are to go into the changing

room, sit on the centre bench and shave your pussy until it is totally bare. You will then strip and discard the clothes you are wearing and shower before getting dressed. Off you go then.” Ordered Claire handing her the sports bag she had earlier placed Claire’s clothes in.

Claire turned and made her way to the locker room.

“Where do you think you’re going? asked Cindy

“To the changing room” Claire replied.

“Not that one you’re not. You’re part of the team now and will use the men’s changing room with the rest of the team.” said Cindy with a wicked grin.

Not believing what she was hearing and obviously distressed by this turn of events she had no choice but to obey and entered the boys locker room. She then realised that she still had to shave her pussy, but not as she had thought, in the privacy of the girls changing room but here in the men’s. Mortified she took her place in the centre of the room, leaned back on the bench, removed her knickers which were soaked in her own come, and carefully shaved her pussy while the whole rugby team looked on. One or two had even bought disposable cameras for the after match party which they now used to get souvenir pictures of the freshly shaved minge and pouting pink lips before them. Claire, eventually satisfied that her glistening slit was truly hairless, removed her stockings and asked the lads to get rid of them and her knickers. She then showered, while making futile attempts to stop the many hands that were helping her by rubbing soap all over her body.

Finally, she made her way to her bag to retrieve her clothes. To her dismay the clothes in the bag were not her own but the naughty nurse outfit that she had earlier suggested Cindy wear. There was no towel and so she was forced to put it on while still wet. The outfit comprised a one-piece skirt and apron. There should have been a blouse but this was missing, as was any sign of panties or bra, There was however a pair of white stockings and white patent high heels. Claire reluctantly put the scant clothing on. She found the drawstring used to tie the apron in place to her neck had been cut short. She could either tie it in a very small bow but this might not stay done up and so the apron might fall away exposing her small bust or she could pull it tighter but this had the effect of lifting the skirt; any subsequent long step or bending action would cause the skirt to raise even further revealing her newly shaven cunt to anyone who cared to look, even worse the white stockings and skirt would frame her glistening pink labia in an unforgettably erotic sight for the lucky voyeur. She chose to risk the small knot.

Once dressed she reported to the Captain who took great pleasure in lifting her short skirt and spanking her bare bottom in front of the team as punishment for losing the match. Next he took her into the sports store where he ordered her to give him a blowjob. Finally she was paraded through the City before being taken to Millers. Here she was told to dance on the table so that anyone who cared to look could see what an excellent job she had made of shaving her box. Later, while on the dance floor, the knot holding the apron in place gave way spilling out her lovely breasts. Claire immediately tried to do it back up but was scolded by the team captain.

“Leave it alone, if you can’t dress yourself properly first time then why should you even think you could get it right second time. In fact you had better take it all off in case you trip over it or something.”

And so Claire ended the night in the club with pussy and tits and full display.

And this is how Claire remained until she knocked at the door of Cindy’s apartment, holding a video cassette wearing nothing but white patent high heels and stockings, without even hair on her pussy to protect her modesty.

Cindy spent the next twenty minutes further humiliating Claire by video her frigging herself with various dildos, household objects and vegetables. She finally handed her some clothes to wear before ordering her to return to her own apartment and sleep.

The Next Morning

When Claire awoke she recalled the events of the previous day. Her aching pussy told her that it definitely hadn’t been a dream. It was then she noticed two gold dice on her bedside table and remembered that she had to pass on the dice to a new victim within ten days or face the possibility of further humiliation…….