The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Inside the salon, Kimberly nodded to the girl at the counter and headed towards Cheryl’s private office. At the door, the blond Bunnie looked up and smiled at her friend, motioning for her to enter while she finished a phone call. To the right of where they sat, Kimberly noticed the outward tube Quinn was being conditioned in. The girl’s impressive, natural, breasts slowly heaved up and down as she stared mindlessly at the ceiling while being reprogrammed.

After a long moment where she gazed up at Kimberly, Cheryl agreed to something and then hung up the phone. “Oh my god! I am so happy to see you!” The friends hugged and kissed gently on the mouth. They sat down at Cheryl’s work desk so they could begin Kimberly’s nail filling.

The dark haired Bunnie had been disinterested in a lot of feminine excessiveness but, at the request of her Master a few years ago, a day in one of the salon’s programming tube which she did not remember had sharpened her interest in frivolities like manicures.

“So,” Cheryl began, bubbly as ever, “what is new? That girl Courtney will be coming in after you. I am so excited she will be programmed! I looked over her specifics and I think...” The blond Bunnie continued speaking, but Kimberly absently listened to her ramblings as they began the work on her nails.

Eventually, Cheryl finished rambling about nail treatments, hair dye, and the proper, pleasing, tightness of tops. Seeing the opportunity to interrupt, Kimberly spoke. “The new nanites will also help accelerate the conditioning of Bunnies too. There are experimental ones being used at the new operation in Florida that will be able to bring a captive under control in less than a day, hypothetically.”

Cheryl smiled. “Great! It’s always good to be faster. Oh, the men who invent this stuff are so smart.” Little did the airhead manicurist realize, but a female scientist had actually done the work which brought about the new nanites. “It’s so good to know that girls can be brought under control quicker. I resisted for a week.” She threw her hands in the air. “What was I thinking?”

Kimberly laughed as Cheryl switched hands and they continued to talk. The girls discussed the Bunnie to be in the pod next to them absently, like the ornament she was being mind fucked into being. A great calm came over Kimberly as she laughed and chatted with her friend. Whether business, there was certainly things about the salon to discuss, pleasure, or otherwise, casually conversing with Cheryl brought peace to her life. Cheryl was so happy and content.

After her appointment ended, the girls walked out to the reception area and set up her next session so Kimberly could get to the next errand on her list for the day. Gently, Cheryl placed her hand on the Asian’s arm, nudging her to look toward the waiting area. Courtney had just walked into the salon. The chubby girl looked uncomfortable, but sat down in a chair. After hugging her blond friend again, Kimberly moved towards the front door, but not before smiling at Courtney. See you in a few hours.

After watching Kimberly leave the salon, Cheryl walked over to where Courtney sat. “Hello, you must be Courtney,” the blond Bunnie began as she introduced herself. The girls exchanged a handshake and Courtney confirmed her identification. Oh no, she is so hot.

Noticing the chubby girl was not completely compliant, Cheryl quickly thought of a way to bring her more under control. “Hey, listen, I need to make a phone call before your appointment. Can you wait a few minutes?” Courtney nodded her agreement and, smiling vacantly, Cheryl turned and walked toward her office, but not before making eye contact with Sherri, the receptionist, who added Courtney’s subliminals to the music mix playing in the salon.

Courtney sat back down and waited patiently for her appointment. A few more minutes wouldn’t make much of a difference. As she thumbed through a fashion magazine, old and new conditioning began to retrigger in her mind. Cheryl was beautiful, and that intimidated her, but since she was so hot, she would probably have great ideas for how Courtney could become just as hot. 10 minutes passed and the chubby girl was in a docile, dopey, agreeable state. She was ready for conditioning.

After Sherri pressed a button on the desk to alert Cheryl of the girl’s mental state, she walked back out to the main floor, hips swaying, and approached the waiting area again. Courtney smiled a dopey smile and stood up. Cheryl smiled back. “Your boyfriend sent a few pictures ahead of time and,” she continued quickly before Courtney could interrupt, “I have some great ideas for your hair, nails, and some new clothes.”

Courtney’s eyes widened in excitement. “You are so pretty, I’m sure you will always have great ideas about my appearance.” For the first time, she found herself attracted to the blond manicurist. It made her feel weak, very passive, and compliant.

“Good girl.” Cheryl nodded. “Now, let’s go to the back and get to work on fixing you up. The bottle blond extended her hand, which Courtney eagerly took and they walked, holding hands, back to Cheryl’s office. The chubby girl held a ditzy grin on her face as her mind, and will, melted away.

Sitting on the half pipe, legs hanging over the front, William and Jennifer sat and talked for awhile. “You know,” Jennifer began, “I really fucking hate high heels. How does anyone wear them? Every day no less! Girlie shit is so stupid.”

William laughed, used to the young woman’s defiant nature. “We have a few programs that could help with that. Maybe one of our trainers...”

“Oh, fuck you.”

William grinned and scratched at his head. “Actually, we can send an announcement you don’t have to wear them in the next wireless Bunnie update. It could go out later today. Ari and Celia don’t either, as I am sure you have noticed already.”

“There are wireless Bunnie updates?” The redhead tomboy wondered.

“Sure.”

A long moment where they were quiet. Jennifer then spoke after looking thoughtful. “Everywhere I go, I get a nod, when I am at the market someone winks or whispers to me. A smile at the store. I can tell you who all the Bunnies in the next few towns are now. I feel like I am in a Fight Club.”

William laughed. “I don’t get out a lot, but I know what you mean.” His attention shifted to another topic. “So, I am impressed with your work this summer on campus with Chris. You have given us some excellent reports and advice about potential Bunnies on campus. Worked out getting you the job in student records, right? I really appreciate it.”

Jennifer smiled, happy he liked her work. “I really want to do good work. I think, now that I am accustomed to,” she waved her pale hands around, “all of this, I want to do this full time.”

“Great.” William nodded. “I was just reading about Cindy’s sister, Barbara, erm, ‘Barbi,’ this morning.”

Jennifer nodded, squirming at the little girl names many men gave their Bunnies. “Her father will be quite proud, especially given how...different...her sister has become. Barbara has taken to her conditioning really well. Her appearance has gradually changed, her mannerisms, and, from what I have observed from afar, her values as well. One of our sleeper agents reports that she is quite content to be a dimwitted, shopaholic, airhead.” The redhead paused. “She will make a great accessory for some Dude. I have to say, she is pretty hot. Not as hot as her sister though. That girl is unbelievable.”

“Yes, Sir, all is well with Courtney.” Cheryl nodded a few times as the chubby girl’s boyfriend, the heir to a Fortune 500 company, spoke and made a few statements about the exceptional work done to her. “Of course, Sir.” The bottle blond’s glance moved towards Courtney, quietly idling in a brainwashing tube. “Her new haircut is to your exact specifications, Sir.”

Standing, Cheryl ran the tip of a long nail over the ear piece in her right ear. “The new method of brainwashing that you gave permission to be tried on Courtney has worked beyond expectations, Sir.” Momentarily, she looked over at the girl, passively staring straight ahead. The coating of the glass allowed someone to view the girl’s progress, but would not show the dancing strobe lights and spirals that were enthralling and fucking the girl’s attention.

Courtney’s hair had been dyed a lighter blond. Her nails were now a dark pink and a light tan kissed her skin. An IV containing more nanites pumped into upper arm. The messages from earlier danced across the screen as the strobes and spirals played in front of her eyes. Enthralled, the chubby slave, when prompted over the intercom by Cheryl, immediately began to recite what came on the screen next.

I now love to get my nails done...I feel so sexy when I have them done...if Men want them done, I will always get them done...I do what I am told...I dress as I am told...I obey...

Satisfied with the girl’s progress, Cheryl left her office and went back upfront for her next customer. Quinn and Courtney had a few hours of programming left before their next stage.