The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

7.

hannah moaned as her world came back into focus. She knew that Mistress had activated some part of her programming again and switched off her consciousness like a light, or disabling a computer’s anti-virus. While the former was how easy her Mistress made the process, the latter seemed a more appropriate metaphor. When she was off like that, blank like that, it seemed that anything was capable of being done to her mind and imbedding itself in ways that might be wholly irreversible.

hannah remembered being horrified by that idea, but the memory belonged to someone else.

She was no longer in the lounge, but in a closet. It was dark, but she found that her eyes had already adjusted. What had happened between her time with Mistress and now was a blank.

Unlike Hannah, hannah had no desire to try probing through the blankness.

Her headband was still tightly in place, serving a snug reminder of an orgasm that felt like it had only just ended. She was standing straight, straighter than she could remember feeling natural. Her breasts were arched out as though being offered. Her arms hung at her sides. Her feet...

Heels.

A moan trembled past her lips. She couldn’t see her feet in the oppressive dark, and her posture felt too important to mangle by shifting to get a better look. With no immediate tasks to enact, hannah was certain she had been placed in this closet to wait. Waiting didn’t mean letting her mind wander, or examining her Mistress’s property.

Still, hannah remembered that image of black heels, with that dangling heart shaped lock. It was silly to assume Mistress wasn’t aware of that powerful image. Either she was wearing those heels now, or they were meant to be a reminder of that feeling.

Either way, it made her pussy spasm and dampen.

As the door slowly creaked open a part of her mind began to drift from the obedience of standing straight, of being at attention. The light was bright and burned hannah’s eyes. Without a thought she held her posture as tightly as she could. It was impossible not to squint her eyes, but that felt like an acceptable deviation.

Human limitations were something hannah hoped that Mistress understood.

“hannah, you are to begin maid duty.” It was the same blonde who had answered the door when Hannah had first arrived. She was dressed in the same clothing as the last time Hannah had seen her, the gloves connecting at her neck to the gray spandex that crossed over her breasts, behind her back, and back around to hold her pussy in a way that slave hannah found did more to emphasize than clothe.

Those boots made her look so powerful, and hannah found she envied the other woman. They were both in Mistress’s grasp, but the blonde woman was lost so much more deeply that she could even be given authority.

She was a slave.

She was favored and rewarded.

“As you clean her home, you will also clean your brain. Cleaning hannah so she is worthy of Mistress’s control. Obey.” The blonde stepped back, and hannah nodded as she took the offered feather duster. It looked like an antique, or something ripped from a cartoon. It matched her uniform.

If stockings and a headband could be called more than accessories.

Eager to get to work, hannah took a step from her closet cell and found her leg begin to shake and wobble on the impossibly high stiletto heel. The blonde slave watched. Her face showed no amusement, but it was clear that she was watching. Waiting. hannah pondered for what, but reminded herself that she didn’t have time to ponder that.

Mistress had given her a task.

She stepped forward again, but found that with neither of her feet held in the position that Mistress had ordered her left in she lacked the grace to stay standing. Her balancing act soon ended with hannah falling to the floor, nearly barreling into the blonde slave who merely stepped to the side showing the control she maintained in her own impressive footwear.

hannah looked to her face and saw no visible reaction. It was as if she hadn’t even seen the other woman humiliate herself.

Or she hadn’t been told to care.

“I...” hannah’s cheeks flushed in humiliation. “i mean i... i want to obey...” She waited for the shudder of pleasure to overwhelm her before continuing, but found that the tingle that came from the word obey only stiffened her already tightened nipples, but no longer overwhelmed her. hannah was not so weak to the pleasure of obedience as Hannah was. “But i can’t walk in these heels. Please, help me obey!”

The blonde slave smiled.

She radiated the same pleasure that hannah had felt from that word such a short time ago. That felt so distant now, and the new joy she reached for felt just as far. She tried to rise to her feet, only to again fall with a cry of anguish.

When hannah looked down to the point she wondered how they wouldn’t be doing damage to any floor she walked on. Then she saw the twin locks made of red metal and her pussy sang.

Not only could she not walk, but she was trapped like this.

Mistress had trapped her so cleverly, using fantasies her own drugged mind had concocted. There seemed no place on the blonde slave’s uniform where she could possibly be hiding keys.

Am i to be denied obedience? Taunted with a command that i’m too weak to obey?

It seemed too cruel to be true, but the idea brought tears to hannah’s eyes.

Please, Mistress. Show me kindness. i’m trying. i want to be yours so badly.

“hannah cannot walk in her shoes.” The blonde slave spoke not judgmentally, but matter of fact. Her earlier pleasure at slave hannah’s attempts made words that could have cut to the bone feel gentler than perhaps they deserved to sound. “This slave knows how you can obey and fulfill Mistress’s request.”

“Please, tell me how!”

“hannah must be hypnotized. Mistress’s grace can enable her to obey any task. She will not need to be able to walk in her shoes. Mistress will walk for her.” Her words were spoken softly and reverently as though she were reciting from a holy text. “She is how you were able to stand in that closet for hours without even a wobble.“

The word hours hit slave hannah between the eyes and a dizzy spell made it impossible not to collapse onto her back.

It had been hours. She remembered the time spent doing nothing. Nothing at all. Hannah had always hated wasting time. There was always something to study. There was always something to read. But someone had lead hannah to a closet, told her to stay, and there she had remained.

Standing in the dark on impossibly narrow heels, barely dressed but with no one to look at her.

She was a fetish object put into storage until Mistress had decided to make her work.

Further back into a mindless eternity hannah recalled first putting on those heels and being helped by slaves into a home gym. She’d been lead to a treadmill, and her hands had been cuffed to it. hannah remembered a large pair of headphones placed over her ears, and connected to the treadmill. Music and words she couldn’t hear or understand.

Only obey.

She remembered falling so many times, and wondered absently why her knees weren’t sore. Each time she fell, the music started over, guiding her back up to her feet, and then the stopped treadmill would begin again.

Her legs felt like she’d walked miles.

The blonde slave stood over hannah, but made no attempt to speed her along as her mind recovered. hannah had waited in a closet for hours. The other slave had likely stood so many similar vigils. Waiting for the woman’s mind to wrap itself around what had been done was just another task to obey. It made her steam, but she remained perfectly still.

hannah returned to her present, and remembered the blonde’s words as if they were still coiling their way through her ears.

Hypnotized.

“Please. Please, slave... slave...”

“i am slave courtney.” Somehow slave courtney understood for what was so desperately being pleaded. The girl who once had such a grip on her vocabulary had been limited to pitiful mewls and hand motions.

“slave courtney. Please. Hypnotize me so that i can obey Mistress. i-i... i’m too weak without her control.” slave hannah’s clit shuddered and pulsed, feeling almost as intense as the vibrations she’d felt wrack through her what felt like an eternity before. She cried out in orgasmic bliss as she shifted to her knees, taking such a submissive pose as she looked up to the savior in her fellow slave. “i need Mistress’s hypnosis. Please.”

She nodded, and reached into the gray fabric covering her breasts to withdraw a small talisman. It was simple, just a bright yellow coin dangling from a string the same color gray as her uniform. It drew slave hannah’s eyes like a magnet even before it began to swing back and forth, back and forth across her vision.

“i am hypnotizing you now. You will watch the coin as it slides back and forth. Every swing, wiping away at your mind. Every swing back, correcting your focus. Drawing your focus from your own thoughts, from your own mind, and directing it to Mistress. Mistress’s control echoes through you in my words, and you cannot resist. You are weak. You are Mistress’s property, and you will submit to hypnosis. You must submit. You must obey.

“Mistress’s control is so strong, and you are only a slave. You can only yield, and obey. You need to yield and obey. You must.“

On her knees, the slave’s eyes followed the metal disk with rapt attention. She didn’t even notice as her hand stroked at her own thigh. She was caught in the perfect words of her hypnotist. She couldn’t bring herself to think beyond them, or look away.

Her hypnotist smiled, as she watched the reflection of the coin move in the wide, glassy eyes of her subject.

“You will surrender your mind, to me, and through me, to Mistress. slaves may only do as Mistress instructs. If a slave instructs you, it is Mistress instructing you. My words, are her words. You will obey. You will feel the same pleasure in obeying me, as you would her. Now rise, and feel the strength of Mistress’s hypnosis empower your weak will.”

There was no longer any hannah shining through the kneeling woman’s eyes. Her dull, witless expression contorted only to betray signs of the erotic tingles like pinch of her clit rang out across her body. It conditioned her, strengthened her. She showed no signs that she understood what was happening, but the moistness between her legs whispered volumes.

slave courtney replaced the talisman at her breast, and knelt ever briefly to retrieve the feather duster. Again, she offered it, and again it was taken without hesitation.

“You will clean, and as you clean, you will learn how strong Mistress’s hypnosis makes you. You will feel it with each step, reminding you of her power, and her control.

“Obey.”

“i obey.” Taking slow, controlled steps, the woman moved away from the closet, feather duster finding a nearby shelf. It was already so clean, but she had not been instructed to judge if something required cleaning. Feathers parted and shifted, but the slack, empty expression on the half-naked slave remained unchanging and uncaring. Slick arousal teased her thighs as she minced to her next task, but her shudders did not interrupt her cleaning.

Mistress had given her a task, and Mistress’s strength was carrying her through it.

All she had to do, all she could do, was obey.

8.

When hannah returned to her body from the obedient oblivion of bliss she’d been swimming in, she found herself in a bathroom. It was small, but all of the things one could need were there. Vanity. Medicine cabinet. Toilet. It even had a shower with a cozy bath. It was smaller and more spartan than the bathroom in hannah’s apartment, but it possessed a subtle elegance in small details like the monogrammed towels, and the golden lining of the vanity mirror that made it feel special.

More special than it already was for being in Mistress’s home.

But more immediate was who was with her. slave courtney sat completely nude on the closed toilet. Her boots rested tall and imposing beside the sink where a mass of gray fabric rested. Somehow hannah knew it was a clean uniform.

The slave was far more attention grabbing than anything else in the room.

hannah had seen other women naked before, but that had been as Hannah. Then, she hadn’t found herself so fascinated with the way a woman’s breasts could look so supple. So smooth. So soft. She’d touched her own of course, but now with so few thoughts in her head as she adjusted to being in conscious control of herself, she could see those qualities as though her eyes could reach out and manipulate the other woman’s body all on their own.

She followed the curves of the other woman’s body down, as though her eyes were on tracks. Mistress clearly used the small gym facilities for more than just training will-be-slaves how to walk in ridiculously tall shoes. Her tummy was so tight and firm hannah pondered what it would be like to feel, to lick. How much would her skin give to the touch? It made her pussy tingle and her hips squirm.

Even her thighs looked tight and firm, as though she could use them to pounce her to the floor faster than hannah would be able to think. The shape of her thighs, muscular but smooth, seemed designed to draw eyes directly between them.

slave courtney’s pussy made hannah salivate as though it rang a distant bell in her mind.

“This slave requires cleaning.”

The words thudded through hannah’s ears with such weight and intensity that she fell to her knees. Without Mistress’s hypnosis and such intense desire it would have been impossible to stand even if she weren’t still wearing the locked heels. The rug softened the fall for her knees, but did nothing to soften the yearning that burned in her eyes and in her chest. Between her own thighs.

Cleaning.

She didn’t look up to meet the slave’s eyes. She was looking right where her eyes needed to be, at the impossibly smooth folds of the other woman’s sex. Her body was so toned, so strong even from just a glance. Her breasts might have been soft parts of her that a deep part of hannah’s mind yearned to confirm with experience, but they weren’t passive. Her posture thrust them out and demanded that their presence be acknowledged.

Even with her legs spread shoulder width apart slave courtney’s pussy seemed a vulnerable part of her, nestled protectively between those dangerous thighs. Her outer lips were puffy and flush, and what little peeked out from between them looked somehow impossibly delicate. Almost shy.

hannah felt anything but shy.

Resigned to her place on the floor hannah moved closer not by rising, but by crawling on her hands and knees. She felt her breasts sway side to side under her as she moved, and the thought that such a sight might make the slave’s thighs all the more flushed made hannah dizzy. Already she could smell the slave’s lust coiling up inside of her and pulling her forward. It leashed her with thirst that needed to be sated and made the crawl so much faster and more desperate than hannah had intended for it to be.

Fingers reached for her hair as she found herself in front of slave courtney, careful not to adjust her headband but still forming such a tight hold. hannah gasped, wiggling her ass in the air that was more revealed than hidden by what little she wore over her steaming cunt. Her thighs gleamed wetly as the slave pulled her forward and spoke again in a voice so firm hannah’s heart skipped a beat.

“You will obey.”

“I will... obey.” hannah’s voice was drunk with lust and the tremor still shuddering through her.

“You will clean this slave with your mouth, and then submit to cleaning.”

“Yessss... i will clean... with my mouth...”

She began to try saying more, but her lips fond themselves silenced by the pressure of girlflesh. All she could smell was pussy, pussy that had been burning with a need to submit and obey. hannah’s tongue reached out to indulge her cravings, and the jolt it sent down the center of her mind had her eyes crossing.

Another moan mingled with her own sounds of pleasure as the maid began to explore the smooth slick texture with her tongue. The thighs around her head parted, and for a moment hannah was too enchanted by the way it made the other woman’s body open to do anything but moan.

Hips rose and her hair pulled her closer, snuffing out the instinct to try savoring the moment like poetry.

This wasn’t making love. This wasn’t even fucking. i’m less than a woman now, less than a slave. Thinking for myself, and being used as an appliance.

hannah’s thighs squeezed tighter as her tongue moved with a new passionate rhythm, no longer just exploring the other woman, but actively rubbing everywhere she could reach with her tongue. It was crude, the blind groping of a college girl more driven by lust and a need to obey than skill or understanding, but the moans that filled the small bathroom and the shuddering of fingers in her hair hinted how very little that mattered.

The reward of slave nectar that flowed so freely quickened hannah’s tongue. The taste bewitched her, a sweet tang that tugged her body and mind with the need to taste as much as the slave could give her. She was light headed, dizzy, swaying on her hands and knees and only held up by the hands in her hair.

Her eyes melted shut, leaving hannah with only the taste and shape of the other woman to guide her. As her tongue neared the other woman’s clitoral hood those firm thighs returned to trap her in place. She reached out with her lips, an urge to suck overwhelming her as the slave’s distant cries grew sharper.

The tighter her lips held, the firmer she suckled as her tongue flicked and danced as though a mind equally surrendered to the task as hannah’s, the more she felt herself being sucked and pulled in. She could almost feel herself yielding to the slavepussy she cleaned, pulling her in and clenching around her, squeezing her thoughts into obedient slutjuices to lubricate her with obedience.

Above her, the slave cried out so loud it made hannah’s ears ring even within the confines of her thigh prison. Her hair felt pulled so tight it seemed possible the other woman was going to rip some vital part out of her.

Instead she let go, and hannah found herself suckling and licking at the nectar that had escaped her eager mouth without even remembering that was why she was there.

Between her own thighs her own arousal had again stained through the tight bikini bottoms. Lust shined over her thighs as they squeezed and shifted together. Even without being touched, or the familiar deep vibrating rewards she’d felt before hannah was still swimming through a haze of being near enough to orgasm to feel the endorphin haze, and yet in a place that already felt of afterglow.

slave courtney’s orgasm consumed her. Her mouth tasted of woman in such a demanding way. She couldn’t stop roaming her tongue along the inside of her own mouth, finding new variations in the honey she had so greedily consumed.

She lolled and nuzzled her head into those strong thighs, kissing and suckling even after the taste was girlflesh more than slavehoney.

“This slave will now proceed to clean hannah.”

Shakily, the blonde slave rose from her seat. hannah fell clumsily to her hands and knees, almost failing to catch herself. Her cheeks were hot, but the reason why eluded her in her haze of pussy.

“Sit, and open yourself for cleaning.

“Obey.”

hannah’s pussy sang as her mouth fell open wordlessly, contorting as a rhythm of moans and whines babbled meaninglessly. It was a struggle, but she soon pulled herself up to sit on the sticky warm porcelain still hot from the pleasure she had so recently given. She spread apart her shuddering legs, trying to attain as firm a posture as slave courtney had taken and failed at even a semblance.

Her body pulsed too deeply with lustful need still new to hannah.

The other woman’s body seemed to take on a new dimension of eroticism. She had been sexy before, but now just looking at her hannah could remember the shape of the one place her uniform could only emphasize and not betray its deeper secrets.

A quick touch opened taut garters, loosening their hold on hannah’s stockings. More importantly, they enabled the fingers that next hooked under the waistband of the only piece of clothing hannah wore that hid any part of her to ease that fabric down over her thighs.

Soon they were tossed away and forgotten.

They were so much less important than the hands that rested on hannah’s knees and eased them apart as lips suckled and kissed a path up along the inside of her thigh. Her bush was not so tamed as slave courtney’s, but did nothing to hide her arousal or the flush of her nether lips.

i’m so dirty, and she’s going to clean me.

She’s going to clean my pussy.

Something inside of hannah tensed, clenching less from the pleasure of the woman’s tongue exploring her parted slit. Whatever impulse it was, the shudders of wet heat it sent through her spine burned it away.

Not cleaning me with soap, or with water... only her mouth.

Fuck yessssss.

It wasn’t the first time a slave had kneeled between her legs, but it was different without her hands bound. Simulating how the slave had treated her she slid her fingers through that elegant blonde hair, but found her arms too weak to pull her tighter. She didn’t know how to direct the other woman as she had been directed, and as her thighs shuddered and tightened she knew she didn’t need to.

The slave had been trained. Her mind was an encyclopedia of girlsex, and she was flipping through all of the right pages to make Hannah’s toes curl, her back arch, and her voice give way and let her shards of words fall asunder.

She fell back, shuddering at the hard shape that met her back. They weren’t doing this in a basement, but a closed toilet was hardly luxurious either. There were no pretenses her mind could take to add any sense of dignity to the situation, much less anything that made the scenario resemble something she could still loosely remember from her former life. Even as her eyes rolled up into her head and pulled her lids shut behind them hannah knew just where she was.

She was in a bathroom, her pussy being cleaned from how sticky and wet cleaning her Mistress’s home had made her. Those memories were drowned out in pussyfog and maidobedience, but she remembered the pleasure and the perfect serenity of it without even reaching for them.

When the slavetongue began to play an allegro movement at the summit of her clit, she realized she’d been holding her breath, holding onto the slave’s hair to keep her from tumbling too soon and being washed away by the wave that swelled inside of her.

Cleaning my pussy to clean my mind. Making me so sticky...

hannah’s mind shuddered as that warm wet touch again struck just where she needed it most. Her body was bright with slutsweat, making every jiggle and shake of her body on display. She hoped Mistress was watching Surely there had to be a camera somewhere so she could watch her slaves clean.

Getting so sweaty. This isn’t to clean my pussy. It’s to clean my miiiind.

Her own slick thoughts strumming the part of her brain that Mistress has claimed in sync with the mouth between her legs tore a final scream from hannah as she began to thrash with pleasure.

She’d never felt so sticky, so wet, so wrapped up in her own hot lust.

The lewd sounds from between her thighs felt so loud echoing in the small space of the bathroom, and she wondered if she’d been as loud when it had been her kneeling on the bathmat.

She almost hoped that she’d been louder, making herself a loud and dirty thing while she made the slave she was servicing more clean. Cleaner, and filthier, in the ways that Mistress wanted them to be.

hannah’s hands fell limply at her sides as the slave kneeling between her legs stepped out of her reach. She felt too weak to squeeze and keep her.

Besides, she was clean now.

My first time with another woman was in Mistress’s bathroom.

A shudder made hannah’s body shake and her eyes flutter. She felt so small, scrubbed too hard by slave courtney’s tongue and made into something even lesser than she’d been. Something more obedient.

Mistress is making me such a dirty slut.

“Your work as Mistress’s maid is over.”

The off-gold coin fell in front of hannah’s eyes, paralyzing her with the silent promise of pendulous movements. With just enough of her mind awake and focused she could see the curved plant and wondered what it represented. The symbols below the hole used to hold the coin suspended looked to her tired mind not unlike a person kneeling before a bed.

Vaguely she wondered what they really meant, but not enough to even think of asking. Soon her thoughts were interrupted with words and she forgot her curiosity.

“You will now be hypnotized.”

“I will now be... hypnotized...” The mental footing of hannah’s mind had already begun to give way. Her repetition was droning and quiet, voice quivering as though the words were a secret just for her or too precious to be spoken of any more harshly.

“It arouses you to be hypnotized. It softens you. Weakens you. Sink into hypnotic slumber for Mistress. Sleep, and obey without thought.

“Obey.”

“O-beyyyyyyyyy!” hannah hissed the word sharply as the thoughts it cleaned from her mind slickened the seat beneath her.

9.

hannah was asleep, and she dreamed such pleasant dreams.

slave courtney was there in her dream, slowly peeling off her stockings. Her fingertips teased over the woman’s skin as it became bare, sending dreamshivers through the woman’s body as she contorted and twisted to relish the feeling as much as she could.

Her body was so light, like it was made out of star light and the inside of a fresh pillow.

Mistress’s slaves are even in my dreams...

Like all thoughts in a dream, hannah’s were quiet and transitory. When new reality came to be observed, her soluble thoughts parted for them. It felt so strange to feel her bare legs being caressed from mid thigh to between her toes. It felt like another lifetime since they’d been so exposed, and the feel of the slave’s breath teasing her skin made hannah mewl.

The garter belt slid away, making the woman sigh.

Finally the headband was pulled off of her head, leaving her body without adornment. It meant she was no longer a barely clothed fetish maid. She was only a sleeping girl, obedient even in her dreams.

Water began to fall, and she smiled simply at the familiarity of the sound. She couldn’t place it, but something told her it would feel good. She was a good girl having a good dream, and good girls liked to feel good. Dream logic, but dream logic that felt consistent and rational.

The slave took her hands, and pulled her gently to her feet. hannah slouched against her with legs both tired and sore. Like a lover, or a sister, she waited for hannah’s legs to adjust and find secret stores of strength. It was encouraging, as though the dreaming woman could feel the slave believing in her. If she waited long enough, the sleeping girl would be able to stand.

It made her smile.

A hand at the small of her back guided her forward, and she kicked the bath in her attempt to step over it. For a moment she worried that the pain might wake her up—

But it was a dream and nothing in a dream was real.

She smiled more, and this time stepped into the stream of warm hot water without incident. Already she could feel it loosening up the layer of sex sweat that she wore like a second skin. slave courtney moved the sleeping hannah in front of her. There was something that felt safe about it.

Her body felt so strong and firm, and with how light hannah felt she knew if she slipped or dreamed too deeply to stay standing she wouldn’t be harmed. The other slave would catch her. slave courtney was there for her...

Warm hands rubbed something tingly and slick through her hair. hannah moaned like a sleepwalker, her nipples rising as much from the woman’s nails teasing her scalp as warm lines of water teasing paths along her skin. She couldn’t remember the last time someone else had bathed her. It was so tender that just the idea made her heart flutter in her chest.

Lips pressed to her ear, whispering something that couldn’t pierce the veil of the dream. Dream hannah understood, and with the slave’s help moved to lean her head under the water. Her brown hair stuck to her face, and suds flowed down along them carrying away more of the grime weighing her down.

Teeth teased her ear, and hands gently cupping her breasts guided her back out of the water. She wanted to moan, but her parted lips made a sound inaudible over the water slamming into her own body.

She’s taking such good care of me... taking care of me... taking me...

The dream thoughts tingled like the warm fuzz that the suds had left behind. Cleaner meant easier to sleep, easier to dream. She was glad she could dream of such a soft woman, even if it felt like such a tease to only feel her breasts gently against her back.

Soapy hands began to rub, massage over her neck. She’d never imagined a massage in a shower before, but it seemed the perfect dream. Her body was tight and firm, but slave courtney’s hands were as soft as her tongue, her lips, or her more tender places. Soft, but not yielding until hannah’s dream body felt as soft as her hands.

Fingers trailed over her shoulders, squeezing, stroking, and each touch made the dreamer feel more special. Tears threatened to well up in her eyes as she tried to somehow express her joy.

But obedience is pleasure... she must have been commanded to do this so-

hannah giggled, melting into the knowledge that slave courtney had to be feeling just as good. The exacting delicacy of her touch betrayed not pleasure, but focus on her task. Slaves were only so focused when they were obeying. hannah wondered if she was hypnotized, locked away in her own sweet dream too.

Is that what it means to be a slave...?

Her dream lover’s hands withdrew, but only momentarily before they began to rub and stroke along her back, rubbing and kneading away tension that she couldn’t remember ever having. It seemed impossible for her life to be anything more than this feeling of warmth.

hannah shook when those same smooth warm hands began to stroke down along the cheeks of her ass. The touches were more tender than erotic, but it was easy to imagine them moving those suds between her legs and making her so much cleaner. She wasn’t sure if she wanted more for the other woman to ravish or clean her, or if there were any notable difference.

She let the dream thoughts pass as the woman gracefully knelt behind her and began to rub her hands along hannah’s sore legs. They’d never felt so long as when her dreaming mind had nothing better to concentrate on than slave courtney’s hands stroking her legs as though worshiping or anointing them.

When at last her hands began to show their love to hannah’s ankles and feet, hannah was sure this was how heaven was supposed to feel. At least, it was how any heaven she would want to feel for an eternity should feel.

Finally the kneeling slave began to rise, and she did so with her body so tightly flush with the woman she had been so dutifully cleaning. It made hannah gasp and reach for something to hold onto, something to keep her steady. The other woman’s body was just too much, and she was afraid she would break the moment by falling.

Somehow slave courtney must have known, because her arms wrapped around hannah’s waist from behind, keeping her steady and seeming to share some of her own strength of purpose. As the slave kissed the back of her neck it was suddenly impossible to imagine that she could ever fall.

Her obedience will hold us both steady... Obedience will hold us both steady... obedience will hold us... both...

hannah didn’t remember turning, but suddenly she was face to face with slave courtney. They were almost the same height, with the blonde only enough taller that hannah could savor tipping her head up to look into the slave’s eyes. They looked so... clean. It was as though hannah could see right through them into the obedient depths of the slave’s mind.

She’s touching me for Mistress... Making her hands Mistress’s... My body...

Her breath caught in her throat. The idea that she was serving as a vessel for this warrior maiden to worship her Goddess made hannah feel a sense of awe. There was a joy in the toned woman’s emptiness. She was placid, but it was a harmonious placid.

Soaped hands returned, this time caressing along her throat, along her cheeks and then down across the front of her shoulders. All the while she watched slave courtney like the beautiful creature she was. Every move was soaked with as much soap as purpose, and she was both there and not there with the dreaming woman. She was caught in another woman’s dream that intersected there in that shower, and for that hannah was tearfully grateful.

Her hands stroked along her chest, and then lifted an arm to stroke and caress from what felt like every angle at once. The dreamer couldn’t look away from the beautiful eyes of the most amazing woman she had ever seen. She was too held in the magic of the dream.

She’s like an angel...

She felt her second arm released, and sighed as slick hands began to rub and squeeze at her breasts. hannah swayed, but felt the perfect stillness in the slave’s eyes anchor her. Even her gaze was firm.

Her nipples swelled and throbbed with the attention, but the hands cleaning her took no more time on her breasts than they had with her arms. She was almost disappointed, but the soap running along her belly felt too good for that half sensation to last.

Then, just as before slave courtney began to lower herself down to her knees, eye level with hannah’s waist. hannah’s eyes followed her as she lowered down, watching with a wonderment at how she could be so close to her sex and yet not look at all temped to grab her hips and take her. Instead she began to rub her hands along her waist, and then over her pubis. Like a loose scrap of cloth caught on a thorn hannah shook, and it was even worse when warm breath teased along her seam.

Her mouth hung open, trembling with an endless stream of sounds as skilled hands massaged where her thighs met her abdomen, and even through the thatch of dark hair nestled coyly between her legs.

Something about that fuzz that before she’d always either found cute or not worth the effort suddenly seemed so... dirty. Unclean.

i want to be clean for Mistress... clean for Mistress... i want to be... for Mistress...

An eternity of sensuous torture later those hands began to rub along the front of her sore abused legs. She’d used them so much, but having slave courtney attend to them now seemed to wash all of that away. She could stand in that closet again for another day, and then another day after if she could get another of these massages that soothed the worry out of her legs.

Lips pressed to one knee, and then the other. There seemed no special reason for it, but it made hannah’s heart flutter in her chest.

It made her resolve soften, and her legs tremble in equal intensity to the touches that had so recently passed between her legs as they moved apart. With her feet caressed, soaped, the slave again rose with her body again pressed so tight. Their nipples kissed as she finally stood, and hannah could do nothing but stare.

The slave’s lips met hers without words or warning, and hannah melted into the intimacy more readily than she had for any lover. Her arms were barely able to wrap around the blonde’s waist, but it was enough that her arms were there. It was enough that she could return the embrace and the kiss, surrendering all of the love and passion her dreamself could share to a slave without a thought of her own.

Lips parted, and the slave’s tongue began to stroke at hannah’s with the same tender thoroughness that she had shown to her body. Dreamily she could feel thighs warm against hers, and trembled at being capable of giving such arousal to one so empty of herself.

Mistress is kissing me with her lips... Mistresss is kissing me with... her... Mistress kissing me...

The kiss broke with twined moans, and hannah’s dream lover grabbed something pink and white from the wall of the shower. It shined in her sleepy eyes with cool metal as the slave again knelt before the dreamer.

hannah moaned when the familiar touch of fingers began to dance between her legs. Then she began to understand what was happening. slave courtney was no less delicate with a razor than she was with her fingers. Each delicate movement of the safety razor over her netherflesh was more of things that opposed her dreams being shorn and discarded.

She didn’t watch as more and more of the smooth skin was revealed. She only watched the slave at work, her blank gaze belying a sharp focus. Not a bump or a scratch left behind, only smooth flesh softer and more sensitive than the rest of the woman’s body.

When the slave rose to replace the razor, hannah’s fingers were magnetized to feel along the newest change her Mistress had made to her body. Her toes curled against the shower floor as she sucked in a sharp gasp.

It didn’t feel like she could remember her pussy feeling. It felt weaker, more vulnerable. Mistress was using her pussy to brainwash her. She didn’t know how she remembered that, but she did.

It made her feel so warm to her own touch.

Doesn’t feel like my pussy because it’s Mistress’s pussy... Mistress’s pussy...

hannah strummed herself quicker as she again was met by the blankness of the slave’s gaze. The pleasure was so intense, even for a dream.

My pussy is betraying my mind to Mistress... pussy mind... betraying...

slave courtney pulled hannah’s hand from between her thighs, and before she could object the slave’s fingers were thrust so deep inside of her. Their lips met again, and hannah felt every buck of her hips how good being betrayed could feel.

10.

“You made a lovely maid, hannah.”

Mistress’s voice woke hannah from her dream. She was still in the bathroom, but now standing before the vanity. The voice had come from the mirror, or behind it. Her lips in the mirror hadn’t moved. She dismissed her confusion, and instead did her best to stand straighter. It was so much easier without those stilettos, but now that they were gone she almost missed them.

It had been impossible not to feel just how much she was succumbing to Mistress’s control when she needed it to even walk. Somehow she felt more clothed without them. Less on display.

Less an object for Mistress to leer at and ponder how best to use.

“Th-thank you Mistress. i only really remember cleaning slave courtney, but i’m sure i did my best. Your hypnosis is so strong... i can’t resist it.” She wasn’t sure if Mistress had wanted her to say so much, but it was hard to resist when she wanted to kneel at the woman’s feet so badly.

She hadn’t even seen her feet, and she knew that was where she wanted to be. It felt such a silly thing to think, and yet all the more powerful for it. Mistress was taking her over, just like she’d said.

And i’m so weak that i’m helping her do it now. She already has me wanting to be a... slave...

“You’re making such excellent progress, hannah. And in such little time. I’m so very proud of you.” There was a coolness and amusement to Mistress’s tone, but hannah found herself uncertain how to decrypt either.

If it’s important, she’ll tell me, or she’ll ask me and i can try to understand... it’s not worth worrying about. hannah nodded as much to Mistress as to her own passing thoughts.

Somehow she felt sure Mistress was smiling.

“You’ll make an excellent slave, once you’re... just a bit more broken in. You’re such easy prey for your pussymind. But I want to take a moment to talk to you about something else.” A pause, freezing hannah in the moment while she waited for her Mistress’s words to resume. “Someone else. Do you remember Renee, hannah?”

Renee. She remembered hearing her voice when Courtney had held the phone up to her ear. She’d told her she’d be gone for two days. How had it not been a week? She’d slept so much, and yet she felt so tired.

So weak.

So... horny.

“Y-yes... She’s my... roommate. I remember her, Mistress.” hannah struggled. Something was wrong about that. Her answer was true, but something about being asked that worried her.

“Yes. That’s right. What if I told you that I wanted you to sleep with Renee? To fuck Renee?”

hannah quivered, closing her eyes in an attempt to center herself. It seemed all too easy to call up an image of Renee in her mind. Long, natural red hair. Soft, expressive and warm hazel eyes. She was shorter than hannah, and known for making a point about being exactly five feet tall. She was curvy and but she was soft with proportions both cute and alluring.

A flash of memory of watching the woman bend over reminded hannah that even the straight Hannah had admitted the girl had the nicest ass (for a woman) she’d ever seen.

Then there were her freckles.

The thought of squeezing the tight firm cheeks of the girl’s ass in her hands while diving in to suck at her pussy made hannah lightheaded. “i would love to, Mistress! But Renee isn’t into women. She isn’t seeing anyone, but—”

“I didn’t ask about her orientation. I’m already very well aware.”

“i-i would, Mistress! i would sleep with Renee if you told me that you wanted me to. i would... fuck her.” hannah quivered. There was just something so close to being so wrong that she didn’t want to hear Mistress say, or ask, but she didn’t know what.

“And if I told you, that I wanted you to rape her.” hannah tensed, grabbing tightly at the sink as she felt all of slave courtney’s work to smooth out her kinks be undone. “What if I told you that I wanted you to brainwash her, to shine the same pretty lights Courtney did and make her pussy as much of a traitor as yours?”

hannah stammered, unable to form words with her mouth. Only half sounds. Obeying Mistress felt good and right, but making someone else like she was, surrendering them to Mistress...

slave courtney is so happy, so fulfilled, i want that too... i wouldn’t hesitate like this...

hannah whimpered, but finally shook her head. “i... i’m sorry Mistress. i couldn’t do that. i couldn’t hurt her. She’s my friend.”

“That’s not what your pussy thinks, hannah.”

Her tone was sharp and quick, pinning hannah’s mind. She was standing, her hands on the sink, clutching so tight, but her mind was trapped on its back. Helpless. Weak.

“Reach down, and ask your pussy what it thinks.”

NonoNOnoNodon’tdoitdon’tdoitfightitfightitfightit!

hannah shook her head as hard as she could. She didn’t like that voice. Her hand reached down between her thighs, stroking Mistress’s pussy. It was a dream, but her pussy was still smooth. And feeling how smooth she was soon meant she felt how slick she was, too. Slick with Mistress’s control.

pleaseNOstopSTOPstopstopSTOP!

Shards of Hannah watched through hannah’s eyes, curled up in a dark corner of her mind. She was growing weaker and weaker, barely able to even keep a coherent thought. No matter how loud she screamed, hannah’s fingers desperately empowering her pussymind were so much louder. That slick wrong feeling was so good at cleaning away the musk of Hannah’s independence.

By the time her hips started to move on their own Hannah was already impossible to hear. hannah wanted to hear the sound of her pussy, not think. Just need to obey. Obey Mistress, obey Mistress and make everything better!

Her thighs clenched, fingers growing so much more slick as her eyes hooded and she moaned for Mistress to hear.

“M-my pussy w-wants to obey! My pussy wants me to obey Mistress!” hannah screamed it as loud as she could, thrusting her fingers so deep between her legs. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, so light headed and bent over the vanity’s sink.

“That’s right. And every time that mean voice in your head tries to tell you no, to disobey, you’ll listen to your pussy instead, won’t you? And let it make you my brainwashed little whore?”

“Yessss!” hannah’s spasmed around her fingers still buried so deeply inside of herself, hips wiggling as more lust slid down along the inside of her thigh. “B-brainwashed... wh-whore... pussy... listen to my pussy... pussy betrays me... makes me your whoooore!”

It was hard to be sure but hannah was almost sure she heard Mistress licking her lips. “Much much better. That means if I tell you to brainwash your roommate, to melt her brain out of her panties and fuck her so raw she can barely even move, you’ll do that too?”

“OOoooh!” hannah whined, falling from the vanity as she felt another orgasm tear through her. The more that Hannah wanted to fight it, the more her pussy rebelled and told hannah Mistress’s truth.

She’d just dreamed the most amazing shower, and already she felt so messy.

“Yes, you’re progressing quite nicely, hannah. Our time table is most on schedule. And that’s exciting, hannah. You’re going to be a slave soon, hannah. Isn’t that just perfect?“

hannah nodded furiously, rubbing her face into the cool wood of the wall. She felt hot enough that everything felt cool, everything besides the heat between her legs. So perfect... a slave...

“But for now, dear, you aren’t ready. So we’re going to need to make you ready.” hannah moaned, nodding still as her fingers teased at her clit. Her pussy was so happy with her. “You have been fun to break. I’ll almost be sad when you’re spiraling around the drain.

“For now... you are to surrender to hypnosis. Open your mind. Surrender yourself to my words. Obey.”

hannah’s mind slept as her hand fell limply from between her legs.

11.

Again, hannah found herself strapped to the chair in what she was dimly sure was Mistress’s basement. The drugs were in her arm again, and the headphones were over her ears again, but the music blended in with what passed for her drug drowned thoughts. The toy inside of her shook, and she shook with it, moaning wantonly without shame or regret.

Brainwashing me. Mistress. Obey. Yessssssss!

Again, a spiral twisted before her eyes, spinning and drawing hannah’s eyes helplessly to the middle. It pulled her in, and then she was a part of the spiral, spinning and twisting out of control.

The spiral before was red.

This spiral was blue.

Blue swirling light reflected in the depths of her deep brown eyes, looking as though she were drowning. Filled, up to her eyes with blue, swirling, shifting light. She clenched around the device inside of her, fingers squeezing at the chair under her hands, but she no longer struggled.

She arched for friction, but then fell placid as she descended deeper into the spiral. She twisted her hips as the spiral twisted inside of her, and then went slack.

Spiiiralll... Falling... Obeyyy... Mistressssss...

Words whispered into her ears with a familiar voice, but when she tried to focus her mind on what they said the direction the sound came from moved, quieting. All she knew was that it felt good to constantly ache for those words just to miss them again and again. She’d already lost track of how many times they eluded her.

Chasing them had value. Even failing to catch them felt like a success, as though she were learning something terribly important with each failure. A smile spread slowly across her lips as her wide eyes stared forward with rapt fascination.

The spiral was unchanging, and unending. hannah could no longer remember a before, only a now. A now of sinking. A now of obeying.

Even unable to move she somehow knew that she was obeying. Remaining still, gazing so deep into a blue void that more than staring back seemed to rise to meet her, she knew this was what was wished of her. She knew she was being rewarded with more than just the buzzing betwixt her thighs. There was something deeper, more meaningful, but it was too ephemeral in the now for her to hold.

She found herself not caring, only moaning as it felt she had suddenly fallen deeper into the spiral that remained looking just the same as it had the moment before.

Ssssooo blue... Sssssooo deep... sso... lost...

A moan fell from her lips and down the spiral ahead of her. The smile on her lips grew fainter, before falling to a more empty expression.

Alone, staring into depths that only her mind made real, hannah felt less real than the spiral she watched or the words her mind desperately chased to understand. Her thighs were slick, and that felt real. Her pussy clenching to feel more of the pleasant friction felt real. Her eyes so wide like a young girl looking into an open Christmas present felt real, too.

Obedience is real... Mistress is real... is hannah real...?

She could remember hearing a story about a delivery girl who one night never went home after her last delivery. She made sure no one would miss her, and surrendered herself to a weekend of mind control. Mindfucking.

Brainwashing.

hannah moaned, the word trembling her thoughts and tugging her into the spiral with a sharp tug. The story in her memory turned darker so quickly, drugs, being stripped, raped, subjected to such powerful methods of eroding her will... and hannah found herself envying the story’s ‘victim’.

Being drugged... fucked... made to fuck... to obeyyy...

Reality spun as the words stopped eluding her, and instead she could no longer understand them through how loud they screamed into her mind. It was hard to hear them when they penetrated her mind and whispered from the inside out, using her own voice. Her own voice, telling her the story of the delivery girl, eyes caught in a spiral, vibrator deep inside of her, lost in a sea of blue, becoming more obedient, more Mistress’s.

It was too much for her, too powerful.

Then her voice told her it was time to dream again, and hannah felt the reality of the spiral lose its certainty as her eyes began to droop. It felt so good to dream, so good to obey asleep but awake. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept without dreaming. It seemed like something that happened only to other people.

hannah dreamed of the spiral, and of her own pretty voice telling her how to have dreams that would make Mistress proud of her.

She dreamed.

12.

Naked. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn a normal amount of clothes. There had been stockings, garter belts, heels, but not real clothes. Nothing more than lingerie. Not even as much as what most people would consider ‘wearing’ lingerie.

Functionally naked.

Decorated for leering and fucking.

Hannah was in a hallway, trying at doors to find the one that would open and show her the way downstairs. After several doors failed to open, the first that worked opened into a study full of books, open windows that showed the stars shining above, and a chaise she remembered laying across. There was no sign of the large mirror she felt should be there.

She closed the door, thankful that she hadn’t come across any of Mistress’s other slaves. There were three that she could remember, the girl with the skin just enough past tanned to be dark and exotic, the woman with the beautiful almond eyes and short dark hair, and...

Courtney.

She’d called herself slave courtney, but Hannah resisted calling her that. She’d seen her act like a normal woman. before she’d pulled out that flashlight and blotted out everything else there’d been no way to know she was part of anything so sordid. She was probably just another woman, like me, before they got to her. If I can get out of here, I can get her help.

If I can’t...

Hannah shook her head, and continued to try doors. Any one of them could lead to freedom, or to finally seeing the woman she’d called Mistress. She wasn’t sure she could resist falling to her knees at the sound of that voice, but she had to try to find a way out. For Courtney. For herself.

For Renee. She wants me to help enslave her. What do you even call that? Getting one woman to deliver another? Hannah frowned, another door locked. Then another. I deliver pizzas. Not people.

Another door opened. This one she recognized, too. The workout room. She could almost still feel the exhaustion returning to her legs. How long had that woman made her walk and walk and walk without end or break other than when she’d fall? Every time she rose it would start again, like it was the very first time.

There was a slave on the treadmill now, wearing that gray uniform with those thigh high boots. Her arms and legs were more covered than her torso. Hannah found herself mesmerized by the woman’s legs as they scissored back and forth with mechanical repetition.

She’s like a robot, walking the same programmed steps, over and over, over and over... She shook her head, and closed the door behind her. If she stayed there, she’d never leave. She’d lose herself as she watched the other woman’s legs move back and forth forever. Courtney or another... woman... would find her and strap her down to a chair. She’d never get this chance again. She had to take it now.

Finally she found the door leading to the stairs. This place is so big. So many rooms. I only spent time in a fraction of them. The stairs creaked, and she whimpered. It sounded so loud. It felt so much like someone would see.

Then she’d have another maid headband on her head, with little buzzes helping her stay smiling and happy in a closet. Maybe she’d even get to spend time in the closet with Renee, like that party game “Seven Minutes in Heaven.” By the eighth minute Renee would be as obedient of a slave as Courtney and Hannah would be so proud of her.

She wanted it to make her shiver from fear, but instead it made her wet. Without clothes it was easy to see the way those thoughts were affecting her. Panties could soak through, but they would have stopped her thighs from already being so slick.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she looked across the new sight that unfolded before her and saw what she’d been seeking. The front door. The exit.

Freedom...

She barely saw anything as she moved as quickly as she could for the front door. She didn’t care that she would be running to the outside world bare ass naked. She didn’t care that she had no idea if her car would still be there. Someone would help her. Someone would help her get free.

But when she reached the foyer her body began to slow. She was moving her legs as quickly as she could, but it was as though moving through a waist high river. It pushed back against her, pulling a strangled scream from her throat.

Her goal was so close, but the pressure exerted against her kept getting stronger. It wasn’t just pressing her back, it was also pressing her down.

Being pressed down by invisible forces felt good, like something Mistress would dream up. It made her struggles that much more difficult as she began to see the floor beneath her growing closer and closer. Her legs felt tired and sore, as though they remembered their time on the treadmill and then in the closet as being so much more recent than Hannah believed it was.

She took another step, and her knee sunk down to the carpet. She tried to rise, but felt shoved back down too hard. Her other knee hit the rug, and she groaned at the feeling of being on her knees.

Her pussy drooled. Still a traitor, Hannah mused to herself.

Hannah wanted it to make her laugh, but it only served to remind her that her own body had been broken as well as her mind. She whimpered, and tried to crawl closer to the door. The friction of her thighs rubbing together excited her, and she barely made it a foot before the hot wet tremors from between her legs brought her crashing down to the floor with her ass proudly raised in the air.

She tried desperately to rise, pushing against the floor with all of her might, but insurmountable force pressed between her shoulder blades like one of the other woman’s high heeled boots. She gave up, instead wiggling and pulling herself closer to the door with her hands. It was slower, so much slower, but soon she could reach out and touch the door. She was really there. The table she’d rested the hotbag on felt sturdy enough to lift her up, at least high enough to reach the knob. Once it was open, it wouldn’t matter.

If she could just open that door, just crawl where someone could see and scream “Help me, the crazy bitch in this house is trying to brainwash me into her wet little slave” then everything would be better.

Her hand fell on the metal knob, starting to twist.

Another hand pulled hers away, and with a quick shove she was on her back. Above her, dressed in gray stood Courtney. She smiled mindlessly, pressing her booted foot between Hannah’s legs so the tip teased at her clit.

Hannah cried out, trying to resist as her hips arched but failed just as she had with the door. She’d been so close. Courtney smiled more, and whispered loud enough for Hannah to hear. Her voice had never sounded so sinister, so brainwashed, and yet so... so... loving. “This slave is glad she was able to get here in time. It would be tragic if you escaped your brainwashing. Here. Let me help you report to processing.”

Brown eyes filled with tears as she tried to struggle away from Courtney, but felt limp and weak as the slave lifted her with her powerful arms. She pivoted, and walked down into the basement.

Courtney strapped her back into the chair, and again the blue spiral spun, drawing Hannah’s eyes like a magnet.

13.

hannah woke up from her nightmare with a start. She’d almost escaped from Mistress! Her body was covered with sweat, her heart pounding out of control. Her pussy felt bone dry.

Not even arousal was there for her to remind her that Mistress’s will was still twined through her mind so deeply her own pussy was conditioned to enslave her. Sobs shook her body as she tried to calm herself down. But I didn’t escape! I could never escape! Courtney—slave courtney—she saved me! Even in my dreams she’s an angel. Maybe Mistress will let me thank her if I tell Her.

Fingers slid through her hair, arms pulling her tighter to the warm smooth body in the bed with her. She didn’t remember being in a bed, but she’d long since learned not to question how she got somewhere.

Where she was, and how she got there, were for Mistress to worry about.

“Don’t worry, hannah. Your nightmare is over.”

Mistress’s voice was so much closer now than she could ever remember it being. It sounded so clear. So precise.

So in control. So in control of me. hannah moaned, nuzzling as much as she could into Mistress’s hand as her eyes fluttered shut. Her heart began to slow, and she felt herself slicken at the bliss of Mistress pulling her closer by a hand on the tender flesh of her breast.

“You’ll never escape. You’ll always be my little hannah. Won’t you, dear?”

Mistress was being so kind that hannah lost all control of herself. Tears flowed so freely as she kissed at whatever flesh her lips could reach. With each kiss she thought “Always” as though to condition the word into her mind with the tingling pleasure of Mistress’s skin. Her pussymind liked that idea, and she liked when her pussy was happy.

hannah belonged to Mistress, and she wasn’t afraid of anything taking that away from her.