The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

On a lazy Saturday morning, Mr. and Mrs. Brett Sanderson made their way to their district’s slave adoption agency. After the brief train ride, they waited briefly in the queue and then headed off the train, which put them about a quarter of a mile away from the agency. It was a nice day and Brett thought the weather could do his pregnant wife some good. Hence, they calmly walked to the agency.

Which was about all Missi could walk these days. Deep into her pregnancy and tiring easily these days, the platinum, curly, haired beauty politely acquiesced to her husband’s arm on hers as she stepped down the stairs of the train and onto the main street of their district. Brett smiled and kissed his wife gently, holding her hand tightly as they began their walk to the agency.

Despite being so fully pregnant, Missi still tried to look as stunning as possible. Dressed in a pink maternity dress, white stockings, and ballet flats, she looked quite cute. Her normally curled hair was tied back with a ponytail. The platinum, genetically modified for permanence at the request of her husband, locks highlighted her pale skin. Mrs. Sanderson looked lovely still and took great pride in being a fine public representation of her husband, which led a manicured finger to gently touch the Sanderson collar around her neck with great pride. Her greatest joy was in being everything, and more, of what her Master wanted. The moment she became a Sanderson, her life became devoted to that goal. Nothing came before it.

On the way to the agency, the Sandersons stopped in the farmer’s market next door. It was open all weekend and staffed by very friendly teenage girls. The couple stopped at an eggplant cart to buy a few for the week. The signs above them had standard English, simple English, and drawings to accommodate the varying levels of education women had in the district. Missi, college educated, had not been dumbed down by her master in any way. In fact, she did not know that Brett had actually paid for her intelligence to be accentuated a bit.

They passed a few more carts before Brett wandered away to look at some corn. As she assured him she would be fine, Missi turned and saw a beautiful mother and her teenage daughter. She recognized them from the district, but did not know them well.

Mother and daughter, their collars has the name “Collins” adorning it, were both beautiful brunettes, very feminine, and rather soft, all of their movements delicate and very gentle. A soft smile never left their faces. They are friendly with each other and discuss each purchase cheerfully. Watching them made Missi touch her swollen stomach. She couldn’t wait to have a relationship like that with her daughters. Something she always regretted, even before society changed, was the poor relationship she had with her mother.

Missi knew that it was important for them to acquire a new slave, but she also hoped they could go home soon. She couldn’t wait to see her daughter again. Mrs. Sanderson knew that she pushed herself too much, but wanted to be the best wife possible for her wonderful husband.

After Mr. and Mrs. Bedford redressed, the nurse putting on only her underwear at her master’s command, they took a look at the soon to be former Ariel’s readouts. The girl was well on her to dollification and was responded well to both psychical and mental adjustments. While Mrs. Bedford went through the readouts, occasionally announcing something to her husband; the good doctor was at another computer, programming it to send the doll some nourishment, which was especially created for doll who would not be normally fed anymore. This doll would be so programmed it was no longer needed to waste regular food on it.

Mrs. Bedford was saddened by the former Ariel’s plight, but also had a tingle of excitement at what she would become yet. The doll would still be useful to their district as a doll no matter how she was used for service. In her post-fuck haze, she felt slightly envious of the absolute level of service the girl would give to her future owner.

After some further discussion and readouts, Dr. Bedford smiled at his wife and motioned for her to follow him into the room where the former Ariel had been reprogrammed. They stood in front of the tube, which was now turned and raised up on a three quarter angle, Mrs. Bedford not shamed by her lack of clothing, and Dr. Bedford pressed a few buttons on tube, which then opened with a loud swoosh sound.

The doll formerly known as Ariel stared straight ahead, eyes glazed over and fixed at...something. Mrs. Bedford was always slightly spooked by how dolls were clearly staring at...something...but it was unseen by regular humans. The doll was been completely remade over. She was now tanned and her white-blond hair shone in the light from above her tube. Her beach ball sized breasts were firm and unmoving despite their massive size.

At the top of the tube, a small tablet stuck out from it. Dr. Bedford put it in a short code and pulled the tablet out. His fingers tapped against the small screen for a moment. The doll suddenly began blinking and slowly looked around, looking past Mrs. Bedford and stopping on Mr. Bedford. Dolls always looked for the nearest male, unless otherwise programmed.

“Stand.” Dr. Bedford commanded the doll. She gently rose out of the tube and took a step forward, stopping in place, eyes never leaving her controller.

Mrs. Bedford stepped forward to take some measurements and run a scanner over the doll’s body. The process she had gone through overnight destroy all follicles of hair from her breasts down to her toes. She stood docilely waiting while the nurse assessed the doll’s body, a mandatory part of the process to assure all went well.

“The doll has an excellent rating, master.” Mrs. Bedford had already forgotten the doll’s name; it just slipped right out of her head when she wasn’t thinking about it.

Dr. Bedford smiled and put a hand on his wife’s arm. “Great!” While his wife had been assessing the doll, he had been customizing a new collar, which he snapped around the doll’s neck while Mrs. Bedford held up mindless slave’s white-blond hair.

At this point, their work was mostly just following regulations. He toggled some commands on the tablet to make her snap to attention, kneel, bow, and orgasm. Further tests were done on her gait, deeply sexualized, and the level of emptiness in her tiny little head was given a diagnostic. The doll passed all of these with flying colors. She would perform her duties to exemplary standards. After all, it was now the only reason she had for living.

Inside the District Nine Slave Adoption Agency, Brett and Missi walked to the reception area, where a doll greeted them and confirmed their appointment. “Feel free to browse,” the doll, a Chinese girl named Kimmie, announced to Brett. Her green eyes never looked towards his wife.

Brett took his wife’s hand and smiled at her. “Let’s walk around and see what is here.” Missi smiled and squeezed his hand tightly in response.

Husband and wife wandered around the cage and look at various girls. The main floor of the Slave Adoption Agency was filled with large, 10 foot high, cells that housed women. Each of them had a bed, small television, treadmill, and dresser, which was presumably holding clothes, makeup, and other feminine needs. Each cell’s walls were painted a light pink color, with the name of the current girl housed in it painted in silver on the back wall. Each had a sign on the front of their cage with their story, often sad, and their best features. Some were trained in sexual service, others domestically. Many were pretty raw and open to deep reprogramming.

Another Asian with a vacant smile caught Brett’s attention for a moment, while a willowy blond named Sabina and a redhead named Kira, snuggled together in the bed of their cage, were observed by Missi. Each cage had a sign on it with the girl’s life story in the three forms of English. The pregnant slave was slightly disturbed by single frown face next to the Asian’s cage in the simple English version when she returned to her husband.

As they continued walking past the cages, they found across two beautiful girls holding hands and whispering to each other. Cora, a pixie sized redhead in her mid-twenties with large implants and, according to her card, a straightened nose, was the forth daughter of a family with way too many daughters.

The girl giggling next to her was a barely of age raved hair girl named Cassi. Cassi was a curvy and very busty girl with a shape similar to that of Mrs. Sanderson. She had been kidnapped in another district and brainwashed for an underage prostitution ring. Reprogrammed for deep devotion to pleasing...anyone...she had taken being taking away from her captors very hard. The busty girl had a great faith in service, giving her strength, and tried to impart that view on Cora, whom she was deeply infatuated with. The girls were clearly smitten with each other and their cards confirmed it, which also begged for them to be taken as a pair.

Moved by their story, the Sandersons had the girls brought to a backroom where they could watch them play from behind a two-way mirror. They held hands at all possible times, and generally, the girls seemed quite enthralled to each other.

Finally, Missi asked to speak through the mirror to the girls. Both Cora and Cassi stopped what they were doing and knelt on the floor. The pregnant slave, already tiring, wished she could join them. Missi admired their closeness and easily convinced her husband of their need to have both girls in their home for the time being. Brett loved giving Missi the things she desired in life and happily took on both, which would be expensive now, but fairly lucrative later.

Kimmie came back to negotiate a price with the Sandersons. Cora and Cassi will be away for a week of conditioning and then a few more days before they can be shipped to the Sanderson home. On the way out of the adoption agency, they encountered the Bedfords, who checked up on Mrs. Sanderson. As Dr. Bedford quizzed the pregnant girl about her health, Missi watched a new doll being sent off for auction.

A week later, the girls arrived freshly reprogrammed and ready to serve. Cora Sanderson, as she now thought of herself, proudly touched the “Sanderson” collar around her neck as she swayed into the living, a pink maid uniform adorning her small frame. She smiled over at Cassi Sanderson, genetically modified to look like Mrs. Sanderson, with even her original raven colored hair, who was looking stunning and extremely classy in a curve hugging dress, high heels, white stockings, and pearls. The other new Sanderson family member also proudly touched her collar, returning her friend’s smile.

After settling in Mrs. Sanderson for the day, Dr. Bedford had placed her on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy, Cora began assessing the house with Mr. Sanderson to best fulfill her duties. She offered a few suggestions to her master, who took to them kindly. Meanwhile, Cassie, who spent two days being programmed for domesticity, began dinner in the kitchen.

After dinner, Brett checked in with each girl after making sure Missi was okay. He encountered Cora in the hallway. “Hello, Cora Sanderson.” He grinned at the girl’s new name. Cora stopped what she was doing and curtsied for her master. Brett put up a hand. “I just wanted to make sure you were doing well.”

Cora smiled and put down the box in her manicured hands. “Cora is doing quite well, master. She is so grateful to serve in your home.”

Brett nodded and put a hand on her arm gently. “I am very happy to have you.” He smiled again at the redhead. “In a few months, once Mrs. Sanderson is settled after the baby is born, I have a friend who would like to court you.” He paused and took her hands in his own. “I am not going to program you to accept him; you will be allowed to choose whether he is right for you.”

The red-haired maid threw her arms around Brett. “Thank you, master!” She, before she could stop herself, kissed him gently on the mouth. Her pale hands found their way to the tip of his slightly bulged cock inside his pants.

Brett pulled away and slowly nodded negatively to her. “No, you do not need to do that.” He gave her a pat on the bottom. “Go back to your duties. We should meet in the morning to discuss your routine.” Cora swayed away from him with a smile and blush on her face.

Brett then made his way to the guest bedroom, where he found Cassi reading on the bed after being released from her duties for the evening. She smiled at him as he entered the room, encouraging him to sit with her. “I just explained to Cora as well, but let me tell you too. Once everything,” Brett paused as his eyes wandered to the girl’s heaving, so familiar, chest, “is settled with Mrs. Sanderson, you and Cora will be married off.” He put a hand up when Cassi frowned slightly. “Don’t worry, I will make sure you are always close. I will make sure of it.”

Cassi smiled. “Thank you, master.”

They sat for a moment as Brett stared at her, stunned by how much the curvy slave looked like his wife now. “Cassi, you have a very important duty. Your duty is to be like Mrs. Sanderson, emulate her, be her.” He looked away for a moment. “Especially after the pregnancy is over and afterward. Missi’s first pregnancy was...difficult. She needed a long time to recover.”

Cassi put a manicured hand against her master’s hand. “Mrs. Sanderson wants you...” she trailed off, smiling softly, just like Missi would, “...to be fulfilled...” She leaned in and kissed her master. Brett turned the girl and shoved her back on the bed, tearing at her clothing. They quickly made love, with a promise to have more extended relations in the future.

Finally, Brett went back to their bedroom, where Missi was sitting on the bed with their daughter resting next to her swelled belly. She looked up and smiled at her husband. “How are they doing?”

Brett sat down on the bed next to her and stroked their daughter’s hair. “Good. Both of them are doing well. I spent some time with Cora, and with Cassi too.”

Missi grinned at her husband. “I bet you did.” She picked their sleeping daughter up and handed her to Brett so he could put her down. “I am so happy you let us adopt them, master. I love you and always want you to be in control.”

Brett leaned across the bed and kissed his wife. “Focus on the baby.” At her obedient nod, he brought Erica to her room and came back, rubbing her belly gently, and they went to sleep.