The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Doctor Michaels pulled his Mercedes into the driveway, months after he watched John drive off into the sunset for good. He surveyed the craftsman home and thought he did pretty well for himself. As he approached the door, Lindsay, Laura’s teen daughter opened it.

“Hi Doctor Michaels, wanna see my mom? Hold on I’ll go get her. She turned toward the stairs and began to almost skip away when Dr. Michaels simply and curtly blurted out “Be still child”. Lindsay stood at attention and her expression became one of calm obedience. Her long dark hair was almost black, darker than her mothers, which had a slight burgundy tinge to it. While still a teen, she had the body of a woman, and a face that would sell magazines if she modeled. “What is a child supposed to be Lindsay?” Inquired the Doctor. “Seen and not heard, obedient and submissive, sir” Lindsay said in a pronounced monotone.

“Excellent, replied the Doctor. You will now fantasize about taking your mother’s place under my control and have a quiet orgasm to yourself. Then you will bring me a beer before going up to your room for a dream nap.” Lindsay replied softly: “Thank you master for your instruction” then trembled as she stood there.

Just then Laura came around the corner and saw Lindsay entranced and shuddering. “Is she under again sir?” asked Laura. “Her grades and study habits have really improved since she started hyno therapy with you.”

“She really… Laura’s statement stopped mid sentence as the Doctor simply touched a button on his cell phone. Laura entered trance instantly and deeply. Her body language suggested she had been hypnotized many times before and now it was merely a reflex to under. Dr. Michaels strolled over to immobilized beauty while Lindsay went to get the Doctor’s his beer in the kitchen. “You now desire your daughter to be under the level of total control I enjoy over you. It is an honor to know she will service me as you do, obey me and belong to me as you do. She is not your competition, but your teammate in service and slavery to m to me. Do you remember your orgasmic dreams from this week?” Laura replied: ‘Yes master, as I surrendered more and more control to you, I dreamt that a mystery woman and I were both pleasuring you as you deserve, and how turned on I was to be one of your possessions.”

“Very good. You will now have an amazing orgasm as you realize and accept completely that the mystery woman was in fact your daughter Lindsay, and you desperately wish to live out that fantasy dream.”

Laura suddenly had an orgasm. The idea burned into her brain, a brain that wasn’t very much hers anymore. Her hypnosis and re-hypnosis, the constant programming and deletion of unneeded thoughts and memories really streamlined her thought processes. It was as if one had taken a hard drive and removed all but one program, dedicating it to a single purpose. That purpose was to please, to obey, and offer her mind, body and soul to her new owner Dr. Michaels. It was as if the (planted) fantasy she had her whole life was coming true. She never had to think, to worry, she needed only to obey, to worship.

Lindsay returned with a beer. Mother and daughter were entranced, obedient, programmed by the Doctor. As Doctor Michaels sipped his beer he led the two upstairs, where he enjoyed the pleasure of a blowjob and getting rimmed simultaneously. He enjoyed penetrating the daughter while the mother kneeled and literally licked his ass, thanking him for the privilege. He had them both use mouthwash then made them trade places. He used their every orifice for his pleasure, he flipped them over like living sex dolls, filling them with his semen. He even made them think they were sex dolls, lying motionless with gaping, stupid expressions, side by side while he fucked one’s mouth, pulled out, then did the other, one’s pussy, then the other, one’s ass, then the other.

As much as many men might have wanted to see incest, were they in Dr. Michael’s position, he wasn’t into that. It was enough he’d fucked them and gotten blowjobs within seconds of each other, that was enough taste for his sensibilities. He couldn’t watch the daughter go down on the mother, or the mother lick her daughter’s feet and ass. He’d find other women for them to do that to. Perhaps the daughter’s bratty friends, or the mother’s former coworkers.

Right now he just wanted to be treated like a King, then have them shut the fuck up when they were done. White women always talked too much, but not when he had his way. They could talk about how wonderful he was as they kneeled side by side and licked his feet, and then one could suck his cock while other mouthed his balls. Then he’d have them shower off, slather themselves with baby oil, and put on matching black bras and panties while they waited on him hand and foot. At the end of the night he’d flip a coin and let one of them sleep at his feet and keep him warm. It was winter after all.

Before his blowjob began though, he put both women into a trance, so he could pose them and inspect them. Side by side, the glowing youth of the daughter made the mother look more her age. The daughter’s chest was a little firmer and fuller, and while the mother was an inch or two taller, she had been in the sun a little too much over the years. The past few months of avoiding sun made them both nice and pale, but the daughter, practically a virgin, was far tighter than the mother, who never did Kegel Exercises after Lindsay’ birth. Hot as she was, the daughter was in fact hotter.

Both asses were equally tight, but the daughter had just a little more booty. After some contemplation, the Doctor thought he would probably tire of the mother first, now that she was his, and he could always sell her and keep the daughter, and the house. She’d be young and hot for years.

PART II THE CONVENTION

“Ladies and gentlemen” began Dr. Michaels. “We have all heard what is allegedly true and not true about the powers of hypnosis and mind conditioning. But what many hypnotists tend to forget is that the belief system of the subject is key to how far we can instill our ideas. If for instance the subject only has a layman’s knowledge of the subject, and deeply believes the popular myths of hypnosis, then they are suggestible accordingly. Their beliefs become their fate. Such is the case in my current subject. A former housewife, emotionally drained from a series of bad relationships, with only the most rudimentary pop culture knowledge of hypnosis, was especially receptive to suggestions, commands, and ideas I gave her.

In the short 6 months of her conditioning, she has stopped drinking, no longer requires anti-depressants, works out without fail, is in the best shape of her 30 something years, and has absolutely none of the former inhibitions that prevented her from truly sexually expressing herself. " There was a round of applause by his colleagues. “There are added benefits as well. I have completely erased any and all negative memories of her past, lingering desires for past lovers, bad habits, her attention deficit disorder, and made her more orgasmic.” More applause. “The subject has been trained and conditioned to respond to a series of commands, some involving complex behavior patterns, by merely pushing a few buttons on a common phone.” The colleagues are more quiet. “Watch now as I demonstrate.” Dr. Michaels pulls out a small cell phone, and hits a button. From behind a curtain, wearing a black latex bikini and patent leather spike heel pumps walks Laura, deeply entranced. She slowly and mechanically walks to directly in front of Dr. Michaels and stops, standing at attention. Gasps. “Can you hear me Laura?” asked Dr. Michaels.

“Yes Controller, I await your commands.” A smattering of applause and murmuring. Dr. Michaels hits another button, and Laura slowly lowers to her knees and begins to crawl toward the edge of the stage where she stops in front of a woman in her late 40’s with short, white spiked hair and a serious demeanor. It appears the woman is not amused that Laura is merely an object to be played with. Laura stares blankly ahead. “Laura, what is your greatest desire and lifelong dream?” asked Dr. Michaels. “As long as I can remember I have always wanted to completely surrender myself to a master I could serve and worship.” Laura replied. “Are you now comfortable and content in that role?” asked Dr. Michaels. “Yes controller, I exist solely to serve and obey you.”

The woman crossed her arms. Smattered applause came from the audience.

“Allow me to demonstrate how deeply ingrained the training is now.” Dr. Michaels continued. He hit another button, and Laura stood at attention, turned on a dime, walked back to Dr. Michaels, then assumed a mannequin pose, and froze. Her bikini glistened under the hot lights, as did her skin, so pale. Her teeth were obviously whitened and her hair was a shade darker burgundy, and longer now. “The subject is now oblivious to her surroundings. In her mind she IS a mannequin, fully pose-able, not subject to fatigue, and while oblivious to her surroundings, the looped series of hypnotic suggestions that allow me this level of control repeats in her conscious and subconscious, non stop in her own voice, always reinforcing itself. We can continue the last 3 hours of topics and discussions, and she will not budge. Thank you. Please see me afterwards if you have any questions.

Dr. Michaels received a round of applause, and left the stage. Laura did not move for the next 3 hours. Several other speakers took to the stage, slides were shown, panels discussed hypnosis, and a short movie was screened from a pharmaceutical company.

THE END OF THE NIGHT

As Dr. Michaels approached the stage in the now empty room, the lights were dim except for the pin-spot on Laura, an ‘ahem’ was heard in the dark. From the shadows emerged the spiky haired woman. “Dr. Michaels, you put on an amazing demonstration this evening.” she began. The woman then walked of to Laura and looked at her more closely, putting on reading glasses. She reposed Laura’s arms, tilted her head different ways, moved her lips to look at her teeth, pinched the underside of her upper arm to check for body fat, and walked around her in a circle, arms crossed, expression stern. She looked at Dr. Michaels very seriously. “Does she have any other wardrobe or she simply your sex toy?” She asked. “She has a closet full of clothes, actually” said Dr. Michaels. " “Good. Replied the woman.” “She can’t wear a bikini 24/7. She does have an approachable, friendly look, and would be a great addition to my practice.” she said. I need a more user-friendly first impression, as I’ve been told I look too stern. She wouldn’t have to do more than work the front desk, and be sweet and charming. Does she have enough personality for that?” she asked.

Dr Michaels replied. “” Er, well, yes. Dr...?” “Dr. Mona Wright, I have an office in the city, smoking cessation, weight loss, that kind of thing. I’m good at what I do, not at your level mind you, but business has slowed down and I need a fresh face for the business. She’s perfect.” Dr. Michaels asked: “What do you have in mind?” “I have this figure” she said as she pulled a check out of her suit jacket pocket and handed it to Dr. Michaels. He stared at it, almost in disbelief. “Wow, and here I thought I was about to get a feminist lecture on the objectification of women and what a racist, misogynist pig I am, making this white woman obey my every whim.” He said. “Not quite.” replied Mona. I would have my girlfriend man the front desk, but she’s a little too butch, and has zero people skills. " “Ah, excellent.” replied Dr. Michaels. Meanwhile Laura stood oblivious to her fate. “This is a generous offer and I accept.” he said. “Good, that should be fair compensation I would think. Can you ship her wardrobe right away? asked Mona.

“Absolutely, shoes too?” asked Dr. Michaels. “Just the business ones and her workout gear. You can donate the rest to charity for all I care. Does she have anything more presentable to the public here?” “Sure, a business suit for public consumption” Dr. Michaels replied.

The commands were instant messaged to Mona’s phone, and Laura returned to the hotel room to put her suit on, then was given some transference instructions by Dr. Michaels. She would now react to Mona with the same reverence she held for Dr. Michaels, but if Dr. Michaels ever longed for a fling, should she show up in his state again, he built in a default.

MONA’S NEW ASSISTANT

Laura showed up at Mona’s hotel room wearing her bikini under her suit and her Bluetooth headset. Dr. Michaels accompanied her. He knocked. A tough looking black girl in her 20’s with tattoos and piercings answered the door, and sneered at him. “Whatchu want?” she snapped. Mona showed up at the door and gently moved her aside. “See, no people skills.” she turned to the black girl. Iris, meet Dr. Michaels. “Wassup, I thought you was a chocolate Mormon or security or some shit, sorry yo.” “I haven’t heard that before, I usually hear ‘Light Mocha Denzel” he laughed. Dr Michaels extended a hand to shake Mona, then pointed to Laura. “She’s ready to start today, all yours.” “All mine, I like the sound of that” smiled Mona. She put her arm around Iris and pointed to Laura as the phone tone commanded her to enter the hotel room, where she then stood at attention with a pleasant smile. “Our new receptionist…among other things” said Mona. Dr. Michaels left and went back to his hotel room, where Lindsay waited eagerly to serve her new master as his recently promoted slave.

WELCOME LAURA, MEET IRIS.

Inside the hotel room, Mona almost instructed Laura to remove her suit, until Iris whispered in her ear she’d always wanted an uppity white chick to grovel at her size 10 feet and humiliate herself. The idea got Mona hot too, who was no stranger to lesbian foot games and wanted some kinky pampering herself. They made a nice pair, the younger tough, tattooed black woman, and her older stern, white haired lover. That the very feminine, alabaster skinned Laura would soon worship their bodies was a tryst Dr. Michaels would have liked to see. It went like this. Iris began. “When I snap my fingers you’ll awake,” she continued:

“You’re a stuck up white bitch housewife who insulted me at the grocery store, and I followed you home to kick your ass.” started Iris. She untied her boots and revealed her tattooed legs, and unpolished toenails. There was a distinct line where her dark skin ended and her soles began. “You’re so scared of getting your ass whooped you will get on your knees and beg me. You’ll kiss and lick my feet, apologizing, telling me you’ll do anything I want. “You’ll lick between my toes, suck em like you’re giving head, and grovel. At first you’ll be disgusted like a typical stuck up bitch, but the more I tell you that you like it the more you do. You’ll get so hot and turned on by my ebony feet you’ll beg me to foot fuck you. You’ll want more foot action. You’ll realize other women’s feet, and the humiliation turn you on. Anything I do to humiliate you turns you on the more I tell you it does. One the count of three I’m gonna snap and you’ll be awake.”

At the snap of Iris’ fingers Laura was awake, and looked around the room like a deer trapped in a room full of hunters. “I’m gonna kick your white ass, bitch!” exclaimed Iris. Mona watched and touched herself. “Please Miss, I’m sorry, don’t hurt me.” whimpered Laura. “What the fuck did you call me at the grocery store, you uppity motherfucking housewife suburban bitch?” said Iris. “I, I, I, don’t remember whimpered Laura, I don’t remember”. “You’re going to remember this.” said Iris. She grabbed Laura by the hair and brought her face close to hers, Laura was putty in her hands. Iris grabbed Laura’s face with the other hand and held her cheeks, squeezing until Laura opened her mouth against her will. The Iris spit directly into her mouth. Laura started to gag. “Don’t gag, swallow it!” Laura did, disgusted. “It makes you feel all warm inside, and your legs weak!” Laura touched her stomach, shocked it felt warm, and her knees buckled. Iris then pushed Laura to her knees then onto all fours. Mona started to touch herself.

“Kiss my feet and say you’re sorry. Say you should know your place, and never piss of tough girls.” demanded Iris. Laura in her suit, kneeled before the tough girl in denim cutoffs and placed he face close to the girls large feet. They had a mild aroma from being in leather boots without socks. It wasn’t dirty but it was leathery and earthy. Laura hesitantly kissed the tops and tried to ignore the scent. She Apologized. She then held her breath and Iris noticed. “Don’t hold your breath bitch, smell hard, smell long, you like it!” The trigger took over and Laura began to breathe in the tough girl’s scent, over and over. ‘That’s it, now lick between my toes, and all along the edge where my feet go from dark to light. Look at the tattoos, they get you wet.” “But I don’t like feet, or tattoos…” Laura began, but then her trigger kicked in, as with each lick of her tongue, the tastes and texture of the girls large feet began to sink in and Laura began to like it. Laura studied the fine creases along the perimeter of the girl’s sole where the skin changed color, and traced the vine tattoos with her tongue, as they went around the girl’s ankles. She took the long toes into her mouth and sucked each one, then all at once, cramming them into her mouth as far as she could, looking up at the tough girl. Iris let a dribble of saliva drop from her mouth to the top of her other foot, right onto the tattoo, then yelled at Laura.

“Lick that off, you like it!” Laura pooped the first foot out of her mouth, leaving it soaked with her saliva, and leaned in to lick the other foot. She was groveling, big time. “My feet turn you on, don’t they, you worship them don’t you?” asked Iris. “Yes, yes, I worship them, I worship them, cried Laura, feeling a wave of pleasure go over her, accepting the thought. Mona was now out of her suit pants, and touching herself. Her legs were very dark tanned from years of tanning, and she wore stocking on them.

“Take off your suit, and show me your white ass body!” Demanded Iris. Laura complied, then stood there in her bikini, scared, staring at the feet she had a new crush on. “Take off the bikini too!” I might want to walk on you like a welcome mat, you’d like that.” Said Iris. The thought of liking that filled Laura’s mind. “Yeah I could wipe my feet all over you, so could Mona, and you’d be marked with our scent, like our common property. " continued Iris. Iris put her hands on her hips, then took off her shirt, letting her tits drop onto her chest. Her arms were taut and firm, and her armpits weren’t shaven. She had several tribal tats. She was one tough looking chick. “On the floor, on your back!” commanded Iris. Laura complied, shivering.

“P-PPlease don’t hurt me.” she whimpered, “I just want to lick your feet in apology” It’s too late now, you’re just a welcome mat and a human shoe to me. Open them skinny white legs.” Laura opened her legs and her wet pussy waited helpless. Lucky for her she was fairy loose and could accommodate what was about to happen next. Without ever touching the floor, Iris slipped her wet foot into Laura, slowly working her foot deeper and deeper into Laura. Laura was literally a human shoe for her. Irish then braced herself on the furniture, and placed her yet unlicked, still fragrant, dry foot onto Laura’s face, standing on her. She moved her foot side to side, rubbing her scent into Laura’s face. Iris stood victorious on the helpless thrall. “You love it, you know your place now, and you love your new foot fetish.” stated Iris. A conquered Laura trembled in pleasure under her. Iris removed her foot from inside Laura, then told her to kneel in front of her.

Iris sat on the couch and extended her leg and wet foot. “Now lick my pussy foot clean, and tell me who’s tougher, you or me? “You are,” whispered Laura while licking her own excited juices off the black girls foot. Iris looked over at her lover. ‘Now go over and sniff those stocking clad feet of my partner, and tell her you are turned on my dominant older women too! Demanded Iris.

Laura crawled to the now ridiculously turned on Mona, who looked good for her age with spiked white hair, tanned, albeit a little leathery skin, and stockings on her muscular legs. “I’m turned on by dominant older women too,” sniffed Laura, who then suddenly became turned on after making that statement. She repeated. “Oh my god, I AM turned on my dominant older women,” as she began to sniff the stocking feet. Mona was so wet, that while the having her feet serviced felt good, she really needed to be eaten out. She was clean-shaven, and she gave the next command. “You’ll masturbate sniffing and licking shoes every chance you get from now on, but right now you want to lick my pussy and swallow everything it gives you, as you realize and accept you are more turned on my tough lesbians than you’ve ever been turned on in your life.” “Oh my god,” whimpered Laura, and she crawled between the Mona’s legs and began to lick her pussy, swallowing any juices it gave her. “Oh my god, I am so turned on by tough Lesbians…uuugh.”

After Mona’s bucking subsided, it was Iris’s turn. She was still into the domination aspect, and demanded that Laura’s fear was now replaced with a lust and desire to be humiliated that was ten times stronger and without limits.

“Now crawl over here with that sticky face and wipe it off on the carpet.” commanded Iris. Now somewhat fresh faced, with her head dizzy with lust Laura stared hungrily at the tough girl. ‘Put your face in my arm pit and fall in love with my scent. Lick it!” she demanded. The pheromone rich tufted armpit of the girl was intense in its musk. A musk that Laura realized she loved. She was beautiful and feminine but she was so turned on by tough chicks. So turned on. She really wanted to lick and please these two as much as she could. Their feet, their pits, their pussies, their asses, she didn’t care. She wanted to be degraded and humiliated any way they could invent. Her mind went back to when she was laying on the floor, a human shoe and welcome mat. She was hoping they would use her all night. Her lust for these two was as insatiable, as her mind was programmable.

After the all night session, Laura’s stomach full from licking, sucking, swallowing everything her two new owners’ bodies could supply (within reason) the three cleaned up and prepared to check out. They had Laura dress in her suit first, and then a simple click of the cell phone had her standing immobilized while they showered and got dressed. Once ready they checked out, Laura obediently carrying their bags. They were an amazing trio. The two tough chicks, one tanned and frosted haired, the other dark and butch, accompanied by their adoring model-hot hypno slave, who’d be the receptionist at their office when she wasn’t servicing her owners. Perhaps more of their adventures will be described.