The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

You have all read the stories on this and other site, you know the ones, a wimp is bullied into becoming a cocksucker and a pussy boy, well I was that wimp. As a teen I was slight and pretty, blonde curls and I WAS BULLIED, so I decided to join a Gym and get toned.

BIG MISTAKE, if I thought I was being bullied at school, that was nothing compared to what happened after I joined the Gym. Just like all the stories, I was taken over and turned into my tormentor’s bitch. I became Master Darrell’s bitch and a whore for all his friends. He was only a year or two older than me and not much more developed, but he seemed to be a born dom, he had a few of us that he used, he enjoyed dominating and humiliating anyone he could. I was apparently a “good fuck”, so I was lucky compared to many of the guys and had it relatively easier. The black guys got it worse than I as Master Darrell was a total bigot and hated “coons” more than he hated “fags”. He was the same with girls, he spoke all the time of how girls couldn’t get enough of him, but never with any thought of the girls, I doubt that their feelings or needs were ever considered, I know that he never wondered if the guys he fucked were satisfied or not.

At 18 I joined the forces, but by that time I was completely and totally GAY. I managed to stay in the closet during my time in the service and used that time to develop my body. When I left the service I was a well-muscled, hairy, pipe smoking bear and no longer the wimp I had been at school and at college. I also immediately grew a full beard to match my seriously hairy body.Other than learning I was gay the only things I had got from Darrell was the desire to be passive but NOT to be dominated and an intense dislike of overly masculine men as sex partners.

I moved back to the area I came from and although I didn’t come out, I was not in the closet either, if I was asked I admitted my sexuality but that was as far it went. I took a job with a small electronics company and with the knowledge I had picked up in the service I rose rapidly and the company went from strength to strength. After two years I was the Managing Director of a thriving business, the CEO and owner was ready to retire, basically I was set for life. That of course is when things go wrong. The owner and his wife were killed in a car accident and the business passed to his stepson, I see that you have guessed who that was.

The first meeting was “interesting”, Darrell recognised me almost immediately, but fortunately his love of money overcame his love of dominating and humiliating me. He knew that I was the one thing that made the company profitable, so he restricted himself to asking me at the board meeting to visit him that night “to chat about the way forward”. We both knew what he meant and I must admit that I was definitely interested and had the boardroom table not been in the way, everyone at the table would have seen “how” interested as I was sporting a massive woody.

I had been expecting this meeting for several years, in fact that was one of the reasons I had selected this particular company when I moved back. The years I had spent planning this was at last worthwhile. That evening I set off to Darrell’s house; I rang the doorbell and was ushered into the Library by a maid. Darrell didn’t stand on ceremony, I was ordered to get down on my knees and to start sucking. As I gave my attention to his meat, Darrell advised me of what my life would now consist.

I would be at his beck and call at all times, he would use me whenever he wanted and I would service his friends as and when needed. I would wear a butt-plug at all times.

Eventually I would move into his house as a servant and a sex-toy, after I had moved in, I would draw my salary from the firm, but immediately deposit into his account and he would supply me with any pocket-money, he deemed that I would need.

I was to continue to smoke at work, but under no circumstances would I be permitted to smoke in his presense as he hated smoking.

He then told me to fetch him a beer, this is what I had been waiting for, for years I had plotted my revenge and all I needed was the chance to feed him a drug that I had acquired during my service time. It was a hypnotic developed by a friend in the service for use in interrogations, I don’t know whether or not it is in use, but I do know that it is very effective. (Well, I had to test it didn’t I, and I have found it very effective. But that as they say is another story!!!). I returned with the beer and immediately fell to my knees after giving it to him, he ordered me to kneel in front of his chair so he could use me as a footstool as he drank his beer, I waited for 5 minutes until it had taken effect, I then put my plan into operation.

I took him down hypnotically and gave him a trick word so I could put him under any time I wished, told him that he would fuck me and that it would be the best sex he had ever had and that the orgasm would be fantastic, but that he wouldn’t come until I did. I then returned to my position on my knees and woke him up.

He was on to me in seconds and right enough he was rampant and I enjoyed the best climax I had had in years. When we got our breath back, he had me clean up that magnificent cock, he then said that I had a nice ass and that it was better than some of the pussy he was getting from his girlfriends. He made the point of telling me that I would be used when he wasn’t getting sex from his women.

I settled into the rhythm of my new life with him fucking me once or twice a week, in next to no time it became more and more often, as every time he fucked me I put him under and made the sex better and better and his orgasms stronger and stronger. It didn’t take long after this to discover that he was only having sex with me and that his “stable” of girlfriends was no longer in use.

After about three months of this I was told that I would be moving into his house and that mine would be put up for sale. It was at this time that under hypnosis I suggested that in order to “punish” me further, he would smoke the occasional cigar and blow the smoke in my face, a none too subtle trick, as I would not be permitted to smoke in his house even whilst living there. From there it was easy to increase the amount of cigars he smoked until he was smoking 4 or 5 cigars a day. From there he progressed without realising it, to 10 cigarettes as well as the 5 cigars a day until eventually he was smoking upwards of 40 cigarettes a day and often as many as 10 cigars.

It was at the same time that I started “suggesting” that he liked the feel of rubber and leather against his skin, this had certainly took effect very quickly, as he started wearing rubber boxers & leather trousers. It was then easy to suggest that he should try more and more until within a month of his taking me as his bitch, he was wearing all the time the materials I enjoy seeing men wearing and surprisingly, without any suggestions from me, he began to get pierced and tattooed (another of my fetishes). This was beyond my wildest imaginings, and what I had wanted. Now I began to remove his desire to dominate and to introduce a desire to be dominated, along with a strong desire to become a total rubber slut.

Within weeks his wardrobe changed, the clothes he used to wear were relegated to the back of the wardrobe, then to the wardrobe in a spare room and finally to charity shops. His smoking increased with his desire to be dominated and he became fascinated with having his masculinity encased in a chastity device. I made sure he ficked me long and often which I enjoyed because he was bloody well hung (why cut off you nose to spite your face, he was a fantastic lover), but he never remembered it and consequently believes he had not had release and always begged me to let him cum.

It was at this point that his consumption of cigars decreased and eventually vanished, although I did start smoking his cigars when he stopped and of course by that time he was unable to complain about my smoking in the house. The more cigarettes he smoked the more submissive he became and the more submissive he became, the more he smoked. At this point I had his lips pumped full of collagen to give him the cock-sucking lips I wanted.

He is ready now, answers to “boy” and is now my houseboy, you notice I said “My” houseboy”, because my slave boy has signed over all his property to me, because he knows that a poor little slave like him couldn’t possibly manage to look his affairs.

Over the last few years he has had his ballsac divided and stretched until the two sacs, one ball in each, reach his knees, which looks so good as they hang out of his rubber catsuit and swing so provocatively as he walks. He has also learned to enjoy his “pussy” and to show that I am a generous “owner”, I encourage him to get fucked as often as he wants, if fact I insist on it, the only proviso is that he gives only black men the pleasure of his body.

Ironic in a way that the man, who was a fervent anti-smoker, that enjoyed dominating others, used gay men for sex when there were no women around to be used, a man that enjoyed humiliating those weaker than him and more specifically black guys, should be dominated by a gay guy and used for sex by black men and smoke at least 80 cigarettes a day.

Someone like that would be really humiliated if he remembered what he was like and what had happened to him. And YES, I did make him remember what he was like and what had happened to him and he is humiliated all the time and can do absolutely nothing about it.

He knows what has happened to him and who did it, but he has to function as my houseboy and of course to service all my friends as I had to service his all those years ago. Also he knows that I now own what should have been his business and I have also managed to accquire a Power of Attorney as since his changes he was declared mentally incompetant and I have been legally declared his Guardian. I take my duties very seriously and try wherever possible to let him have whatever he wants. Of course I am the one that makes the suggestions in the first place. I don’t suppose it will be long before he decides that he wants to be castrated.