The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Scott was having a wonderful dream about being a sheik with a harem of beautiful women at his beck and call. His dream was so realistic that he did not want to wake up. Unfortunately he felt an overwhelming urge to pee. As he began to stir the pressure on his cock began to get urgent. It was then he noticed it wasn’t a dream. He looked down to see a full head of strawberry blonde hair surrounding his crotch. This vision caused him to explode into Michelle’s warm and inviting mouth.

Good morning, master. Michelle stated as she looked up with adoring eyes. I did not know if you were ever going to wake up; but I could not resist the temptation to have you for breakfast.

Michelle, you can wake me up like that whenever you want. Scott replied with a big smile. Where is Sara?

She stated that she had an early appointment and had to leave. She did not want to wake you since you appeared to be deep in sleep. Michelle replied. Yes, she did tell me she would be out of town until Friday. Scott stated. Speaking of early appointments; I have an early class today. May I get ready to go? Michelle asked.

Why don’t we save some time and share a shower? Scott asked with a mischievous smile.

I am up for it but I don’t believe we will be saving time. Once I get my soapy hands on your body I may be there all day. Michelle replied with a twinkle in her eye.

Unfortunately you are probably correct. I have to go to work myself. Why don’t you take the first shower and then see me before you leave. I have an assignment for you.

Scott put on his boxers and went to the kitchen for coffee. After a few minutes Michelle walked in fully dressed toweling off her hair.

I am clean and ready to face the world She stated. I would much rather be dirty and remain here with you.

As would I, Michelle. But I have to work to be able to afford my time with you. I also have a very important task for you. Do you own a laptop computer and do you live alone? Scott inquired.

Yes to both questions. She replied.

Good, Now Listen carefully and know these things to be true. . . . You are a very special slave. You are my huntress. Your task, while at school is to seek out the most beautiful women. You are to select women who are not married or closely attached to a boyfriend or girlfriend. These women should be intelligent as well as beautiful. You will become friends with these women. When you have gained their trust you are to invite them to your apartment for whatever reason you can devise. Once there you will show them a special program I have developed. When start your computer you must be careful not to look at the screen. While they are looking at the program you are to take their picture and send it to me along with their name. Once you arrive at your class you will consciously forget these instructions but will comply. You will not remember who I am or what happened while you were here. You will believe you spent the night with a friend. Here is my cell phone. Enter your cell and apartment numbers along with your name. When I call you, you will remember today and you will revert to being my slave. If you are with anyone, you will act normally so they do not learn of your servitude to me. Do you understand these instructions?

Yes, master. I understand. I do not want to forget, but I know you are always right. Michelle replied.

Good, now hurry and go to your classes.

Michelle turned and left Scott’s house. Scott then went to get ready for work. Scott was the Vice President and Senior Programmer for R.B Randolph computer systems. Robert Randolph was a dot-com multi- millionaire. After he sold his interest in the dot-com business he wanted to start a computer programming business. Scott was the first person Robert hired. He hired Scott straight out of college. Together, in just ten years, they built the business into the leading computer programming business in the region. Robert told Scott that he would make him a partner if he stayed for ten years. This promise gained Scott’s devotion to Robert. Eight years ago, Robert hired Scott a personal assistant, Sharon. He did not consult with Scott on her hiring. Robert hired her directly out of high school she was barely seventeen years old at the time. When Robert introduced her to Scott, he thought it was a joke. Scott pulled Robert to the side and told him it wasn’t his birthday. Why was Robert hiring a stripper for him? Robert couldn’t help but laugh. He told Scott that Sharon was his assistant. He hired her because he knew how valuable Scott was and figured he would hire someone to encourage Scott to come to work.

Sharon was beautiful but efficient. She stood 5′ 11″ tall. This made her just three inches shorter than Scott. When she wore heals; which was every day, she was almost Scott’s height. Scott was infatuated with her from day one. She reminded him of a red headed Christie Brinkley at the peak of her career. Despite the obvious attraction, Scott remained professional around Sharon. Scott was reminiscing about these topics as he rode the elevator to his office. Next week would be his tenth anniversary with the company. Unfortunately Robert died in a car accident six months ago and his overbearing wife now controlled the company. As Scott walked to his office he spotted Sharon at her desk, as usual.

Good morning Sharon, you look lovely, as usual. Scott stated with a smile.

Why thank you Scott. I hope you are feeling rested. Mrs. Randolph was looking for you yesterday. I told her you were working out of your home office. She did not look happy. But, then again, when does she ever? Sharon stated with a giggle. She asked to see you when you decided to come to work. Fortunately she does not arrive until 10 most morning which gives you a few hours to get ready.

Thanks for the warning. I will get my garlic cloves ready to defend against the demon. Scott jokily remarked as he entered his office and closed the door. If I know that old bat she is looking to get rid of me before I reach ten years. Luckily I have a plan thought Scott. He picked up his phone and called Mrs. Randolph’s secretary, Marcia. Marcia was the perfect secretary for Mrs. Randolph. She was a fifty-eight year old never married, overweight and ugly woman. Scott asked to make an appointment to see Mrs. Randolph at 1pm. He asked to block her schedule for the rest of the day. He also asked Marcia to block her schedule as she would be needed to take extensive notes. With that he hung up the phone and opened his laptop computer. He called Sharon and told her to place her phone on do not disturb. He needed her to take notes regarding his recent trip and it would take the rest of the morning.

Sharon entered Scott’s office and closed the door. Scott directed her to his laptop.

There are notes already started on my laptop. Please look at them and then we can begin. Scott instructed.

Four hours later. . . .

Sharon awoke with a start. She did not believe she had fallen asleep. Mr. Johnson would be upset. She looked around and found him reading a report. Remarkably, she felt her entire body kick into sexual high gear. She had always loved him but could never get up the nerve to say anything. Then he married Belle. It was obvious he loved Belle so she kept her unrequited love to herself. Now, all she could think about was stripping naked and throwing herself at him. Just then, Scott looked up.

It looks like you did not get enough sleep. You looked so lovely sleeping there I did not want to wake you. He stated with a gleam in his eye. He noted the animalistic look in her eyes and the way her nipples tented her blouse. He decided to have some fun.

Sharon, It has been brought to my attention that you may have some unprofessional thoughts regarding our relationship.

Sharon was ready to die. How did he know? Who told him? Was he going to fire her? She could not lose him. Being able to see him at work these past eight years was all that she worked for. She could feel her face turn red and tears began to stream from her eyes.

Scott, I am sorry. Yes, it is true. I have loved you from the day Robert introduced us. I was just too scared to say or do anything. Then you married Belle. I loved you so much I did not want to interfere. Now I know I was stupid. She stated as she stood up and seductively moved toward his desk. As she moved she unclasped the braids holding her hair back and let her long red hair loose. She shook her head to cause her hair to flow over her shoulders. Then she kicked off her shoes and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. I now know I should have told you and shown you how I feel. I want to make it up to you for all the years I have wasted. She stated as she dropped her blouse to the floor. I know you like my breasts. You try to not stare but you are like every other man. They draw your eyes to them. Look how full and round they are. She stated as she slowly opened the clasp between her luscious melons. Soon her bra joined her blouse.

She walked around Scott’s desk as he turned his chair towards her. Once in front of him she dropped to her knees and waited for him to speak.

Sharon He stated. Listen carefully and learn. You have always been special to me. Know that I love you. You have been my personal assistant for eight years. Now it is time for you to become something more. You will become my personal slut. You are my personal slut. This is what you have always wanted to be. While in the office, you will remain as my assistant except when we are alone. As my personal slut you will only have sex with me or whomever I tell you to have sex with. You are and have always been bi-sexual. You will now give me the best blow-job you can. When I cum in your mouth you will swallow. When you swallow you will have the biggest orgasm you have ever experienced. When that happens you will become my personal slut slave, now and forever. Since we are in the office, you will remain quite so as not to arouse suspicion. Begin.

Sharon sat there for a moment. Did he just say he loved me! I am his slut? Well of course I am his slut. Why else would I have remained here for eight years hoping for him to see me as more than a personal assistant? Now he knows. Now I am his personal slut! As soon as these thoughts engrained themselves in her psyche she almost leaped for his chair. She quickly undid his belt and ripped his pants down his legs. In one fluid motion she deep-throated his cock. Scott sat there mesmerized. Nobody had ever deep-throated him before. He thought he was in heaven. After several minutes of a professional grade blow-job he erupted into her mouth.

Sharon’s entire body seized up as she swallows his load. Her mouth opened to scream but nothing came out. Scott held her head softly in his lap as she came down from her orgasm. When finished she looked up at Scott with big puppy-dog eyes.

Thank you, Master. she sighed.

You have done well. Now you must get dressed and return to your desk. At 1pm you are to come with me to my meeting with Mrs. Randolph. Scott ordered. Sharon quietly dressed and returned to her desk.

At 12:55 Scott exited his office and asked Sharon to escort him to his meeting. He asked her to cover Marcia’s desk while they met. He instructed her to hold all calls and no one was to be allowed to interrupt them for the remainder of the day.

With that, Scott and Marcia entered Mrs. Randolph’s office.

They found her at her desk with a mean scowl on her face.

Mr. Johnson, I expected you here yesterday. She growled.

My apologies, Mrs. Randolph. The trip went exceptionally well and I thought I could better prepare for our meeting by using yesterday to compile my notes. They are still a little sketchy so I asked Marcia to sit in and review them with us. I know she does an excellent job editing. Let me get my computer set up on the conference table and we can begin. To give you a better view would you and Marcia please sit here. Scott explained as he set up his computer.

Marcia and Mrs. Randolph took their seats and looked at the presentation. Scott had prepared a special disk for Marcia and Mrs. Randolph while Sharon was being indoctrinated this morning. This disk was designed to make Mrs. Randolph and Marcia fall deeply in love. As a result Mrs. Randolph would retire and move away with Marcia. She would leave the company entirely to Scott. She would also transfer half her personal wealth to him before she left the country.

Four hours later. . . . .

Marcia and Mrs. Randolph slowly awoke. Scott noticed them and began speaking as if nothing had happened.

Mrs. Randolph, I don’t know what to say. I did not expect you to just hand over the company. I know Robert had promised me a partnership at ten years; but this is unbelievable. I promise to continue to run the company as Robert did. I will also not say a word about your relationship with Marcia. I am just glad you two found each other. Robert concluded.

Mrs. Randolph and Marcia just sat there for a moment looking at Scott. Then they looked at each other. Once their eyes met they slowly leaned in and kissed each other. Then Mrs. Randolph looked to Scott.

Scott, at first I didn’t like you. I relied on Robert and he said you were the best. Then when Robert died I didn’t know what to do. That was until I found Marcia. I never would have suspected I had lesbian tendencies but I guess that is now obvious. I will have our attorney write up the documents and schedule a meeting with the entire company for Friday morning. Congratulations, Mr. President. Mrs. Randolph stated as she stood up to offer him her hand. Scott left the office beaming. He told Sharon to go to her house and pack clothes. She was to then drive to Sara’s house. He told her that Sara would be out of town until Friday and she was to stay there just in case he needed her. If so, he would call her. He gave her a copy of Sara’s key and directions to her house. Scott then left for home.

When he arrived at home he was surprised to find Julie sitting on his back porch. It looked like she had been crying.

Mr. Johnson. I am sorry but for some reason I just had to see you. A very scared Julie stated.

It is alright Julie, please come in. Scott said as he opened the door and invited her into his house.

As soon as Julie entered his house and they were alone her memories of being his slave returned.

Master, I am scared. I went home as you instructed and told my father that I had simply walked around the neighborhood to think. I was angry at him but I understood. He seemed to accept this explanation. Then, today, after school I went to Victoria’s Secret and purchased the lingerie I wanted. I came home and tried them on. Somehow my father knew what I had done. He was furious. He called me a whore and went berserk. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran out of the house. I eventually found my way to your porch. Julie recounted as she held Scott close.

Julie, you may spend the night here. Tomorrow you are to go home and pack your belongings. Tell your father that you are 21 and you have a life to live. You will drive away in the opposite direction of my house. Come around the block and drive into Sara’s garage. I will leave it open. You will move into her house and live there as you complete your education. I want you to become a nurse as you are almost there. Sara is out of town until Friday. You will share the house with another of my slaves, Sharon. For now, let’s go to bed. Scott told Julie as he escorted her to the bedroom.

They were both naked by the time they reached the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes from the kitchen to the bedroom door. Scott picked up Julie and carried her to the bed. He realized that this was a time for healing, not dominating Julie. They made passionate love until they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Neither heard Scott’s phone ring or the message Belle left. Scott, I have great news. Mary will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. The plan is for us to get her settled and then I am going to come home on Thursday. Since school has just finished I am going to bring the twins with me to give Mary and Don some time alone. I will try to call you again before I leave. I love you. Meanwhile, Sharon went home, as instructed. She made herself dinner and then packed clothes. She made sure to pack her most seductive clothing. She drove to the address Scott had provided and used the key to enter the house. As she walked into the house she noticed that she was not alone. There was another woman asleep on the sofa. She assumed it was Sara even though Scott told her Sara would be out of town.

She quietly walked to the sofa and noticed medicine bottles. She picked up one and noted it was a pain killer in Sara’s name. There was also a bottle of sleeping pills. She searched the house and found a blanket in the closet. She carefully covered Sara.

Not wanting to wake her, Sharon went to the bedroom, stripped out of her clothes and went to bed.

Sharon slept deeply and failed to notice when Sara slipped into bed with her. The two women cuddled together. Both dreaming of their master.