The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Before dinner, Jennifer Graham came out of an elevator and walked down a corridor towards the one destination requiring her presence before then. On the hallway’s walls, she observed pictures of various Bunnies from the first few years of the corporation’s existence. She stopped between two pictures, both of which were girls she had attended high school with who suddenly “moved away,” or so the story went. “Oh, well,” she thought as she continued down the hall. Wall length mirrors hugged each corner, presumably for Bunnies to be seen from all angles in.

In another corridor, Jennifer’s eyes moved up to the tops of each apartment door where a letter and series of numbers resided. A few doors to the left put her in front of the one on the piece of paper in her hand. For a moment, she reflected on how she had ended up here. The redhead needed to find a sense of closure before beginning adulthood. One of the sources of her sexuality, the muse of her adolescent masturbatory fantasies about women while struggling with being queer, was on the other side of this door.

Making sure the girl was there, each Bunnie was implanted with a monitoring chip, Jennifer checked the apartment ID on the door. Louder than she had wanted, she knocked and waited for it to open. On the other side, Jessica Kanko looked up, bit her pouty bottom lip, and quickly typed something in the chat window on her pink laptop. After receiving a reply, she stood up and walked to the door. John Coltrane’s Ascension album played quietly in the background; months before, part of her initial programming had been an aesthetic enjoyment of jazz music after her negative comments about it during a study session with Chris in the days before her kidnapping.

“Oh, hello,” Jessica tentatively said as she opened the door to find Jennifer Graham standing in front of her. The lesbian wore no makeup and had shorn her long red hair down to a “pixie” cut. Despite this, she still looked, due to Jessica’s programming, very appealing and commanding in her presence.

“Um,” Jennifer began, “can I come in?” At Jessica’s nod, she entered the room and shut it behind her. For a long moment, budding Mistress and devoted slave stared at each other. “There is something I need to say to you.” The brunette Bunnie eyed her curiously. Suddenly, Jennifer thrust herself at Jessica, shoving her back onto the bed. The redhead violently kissed the brunette Bunnie, who returned the kiss hesitantly.

Again, Jennifer shoved the girl back towards the pink pillows at the end of the bed. Narrowing her eyes, she reached forward and slapped the girl hard across the face. Although confused, Jessica did not try to move away; if a superior wanted to punish her, it was their choice. Finally, Jennifer spoke. “I used to pleasure myself every night wishing I was with or was you.” She drew closer to the Bunnie and ran a hand over her face.

Softly, the redhead kissed Jessica on the side of her face, rubbing the bone where she had struck her. “I always imagined it as one of those cheesy ‘punk and cheerleader dating’ tropes from the eighties. Your friends hate us, my friends hate us, and we tell them to fuck off because were in love.” She paused and considered something. “Except the whole totally gay part, which is kind of new to the equation.”

Jessica stared at her for a long moment. “Oh.” She didn’t know what to say. “I—”

Jennifer suddenly put up a hand. “Sometimes, I desperately wanted to be like you. Jessica, you do have a lot of great girlie qualities.” She began to move her hands over the girl as she described those parts. “Perfect skin, beautiful hair, always the perfect nails. I cut mine until they bleed! How do you even do it? Am I some kind of fucking mutant because I don’t get that stuff?” She pleaded at the Bunnie. There was a desperate look in Jennifer’s eyes.

Jessica considered briefly. “We are different, Ma’am.”

“Huh, ‘Ma’am,’ I don’t know if that is the right one. Still working it out!” She continued to run a hand over the girl as she described her. “You have fantastic breasts; no need for implants.” The Bunnie’s nipples were rock hard as her superior gently kneaded them. “You have this perfect stomach, so toned and sexy.” She ran a hand over the girl’s tan, and tone, arms. “Your arms too. Cheerleading is fucking rad. The school’s sports budget should go to that, not a bunch of closet homos in tights chasing each other.” The redhead kissed Jessica’s arm. “Tone arms are the sexiest thing ever on a girl. I wish more women appreciated that.”

“There is so much that is phenomenal about a girl like you.” Suddenly, the emotion fled from Jennifer’s face. “But I am a woman. I am not you.” She shoved the slave down against the pillow and mounting her, holding her arms together above her head, under the pillow, with her left arm, strong from years of field hockey. With her right hand, she yanked down the girl’s booty shorts and slid fingers inside her. “Girls like you are a fucking plague. Femininity is a disease.” She continued to rape the girl as the brunette Bunnie withered under her. “You deserve to be treated like things.”

The red haired Mistress slapped Jessica again. “No wonder men do this. You’re a thing.” She continued to fuck Jessica until the girl scream out in ecstasy, which was met with another slap. The Bunnie began to cry, very confused by Jennifer’s untethered reaction to her. A conditioned reply came from her lips. “Thank you for letting me please...” she paused as Jennifer’s eyes narrowed on her choice of honorific. “...you, Mistress.” The doe eyed girl stared at her with limp eyed devotion. A fog came over her mind...

“Mistress. I hate that one. So cheesy.” Jennifer wiped a few tears out of Jessica’s makeup stained eyes. “Sssh, it’s alright.” She hugged the girl tightly and kissed her gently. “We will have to pick this up again sometime. Perhaps semi-regularly?” Jennifer looked at Jessica, almost as if asking for the girl’s consent.

Jessica blinked a few times. She wanted to say something about the One she was seeing, but was unsure of how go about it. Sensing something was wrong, Jennifer ran a hand over the girl’s face and nodded encouragingly for her to speak. “I, uh,” the tan brunette began, “I think you need to know,” she paused, but Jennifer, again encouraged her to continue, “I am involved with someone.” She said the name of the man starting one of their west coast operations. “We have been together when he visits. He has spoken to Master William about claiming me...” Again, she paused to consider an honorific, “Lady?” She ended, generally with a lispy question of the bimbo she was.

Jennifer stared for a moment. “Lady is for someone with more experience.” She considered Jessica’s words. “Well, are you happy?” Gently, the redhead stroked the girl’s hair.

Immediately, Jessica replied, “Yes! He is a wonderful man who treats me well. I want to please him. A lot.” She looked up on the bed, her deep blue eyes aflame with passion. “We talk on the computer a lot, and he has tranced and trained me for some stuff. I am going to see him soon. I want to be his slave.”

“Huh. Hey, try ‘Ms.’” Jessica replied with a ‘Yes, Ms. Jennifer.’. Jennifer scratched her head. “I don’t like that one either. Wait! Try ‘Miss’.” Jessica spoke it as commanded. “Yes! I love that one! Miss Jennifer.”

Jessica smiled. “Yes, Miss Jennifer.”

Jennifer kissed the girl again. “Fucking hot! I love it.” She hugged her. “Thank you. Really, thank you.” Looking over at the clock, she realized it was time to get ready for the evening’s activities. “Alright, I have to go. I am having dinner with William and Chris. I hope they picked out good Bunnies for us!” With that, Jennifer turned and began walking to the door.

At the door, she turned and looked at Jessica. “Oh, hey. Position...” she thought for a moment, remembering the ordering, “two!” Jessica stood and snapped to attention. “Cum!” she commanded, walking out the door a moment later. Jessica fell to the floor, withering in pleasure as she screamed a girlie scream.

A few minutes passed as she panted on the floor in half tranced, half orgasmic, bliss. Suddenly, the phone on her wall chimed, putting her into an actual trance. The brunette Bunnie stood up and walked over to the phone, where she was informed by a male voice to be showered, dressed, and in parking lot two within a half hour. Jessica announced it was her duty to obey and, undressing, walked into the bathroom to shower before her mission.

“Yes, Sir. Kimberly left a little while ago and now Courtney is here receiving her conditioning.” She stopped pacing and nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir. I did give it to Kimberly. All is going well with Courtney, she will be prepared for her assignment later today.” Another pause and a nod. “Yes, Sir. I implemented the additional programming after Kimberly.”

William nodded his approval as he sat back in his chair. His desk was almost clear, for once, after a few hours working with Cindy on organization. “Good girl. I am very pleased with your work, Cheryl. Next time you are at headquarters, we should get together for dinner.” At his door, Cindy escorted Chris inside, who gave him a little wave. “Listen, Cheryl, Chris is here so I need to go.” Another pause as William looked reflective briefly. “We will talk tomorrow, for sure. There will be a lot to discuss.”

Cheryl brightened. “Yes, Sir! Tell Chris that Sherri enjoyed their date last weekend. I would love to schedule him with her again, if it would please him.”

William looked over at Chris. “I’ll talk to him about it. All right, talk tomorrow?” At Cheryl’s affirmation, he hung up the phone and crossed his office to embrace Chris.

Meanwhile, Chery walked over to the tube that had contained Courtney and checked some of the readings from a diagnostic of her conditioning session. The chubby Pleasure Bunnie to be stood, slightly posed, next to the tube in a deep trance. She had been pampered and dressed, now needing to be awoken so she could be brought to her boyfriend’s home. The blue eyed girl had been easy to brainwash and would now accept new programming without a problem. The new nanites had worked; training new Bunnies would be much more efficient in the future.

On her desk, Cheryl pressed her purple tipped nails against a button the universal remote built into it. Blinking rapidly, Courtney woke up from trance with a vapid smile on her face. The chubby Bunnie looked down at herself and how she was dressed and clapped her hands with hands with excitement. “Wow, I look so hot!” She hugged Cheryl tightly, who embraced her back. A wall length mirror on the right side of the office showed Courtney exactly what had been done. Her hair and nails had been done up and a beautiful light red dress hugged her ample proportions. She pointed down at her shoes. “We have matching shoes!” The big, beautiful, airhead announced to her friend, who had pick out a pair of platform heels which matched her own for the girl.

Cheryl came to stand next to Courtney in front of the mirror. “I think you look great. That is so important for us girls.” The bottle blond Bunnie leaned up and kissed her chubby friend. “It is too bad that some people don’t like bigger girls.” She graced a manicured finger over the girl’s ample chest. “Because I think they are sexy and just as pleasing as any other girl. We need to please.”

Courtney hugged her again. A small part of her mind told her that this wasn’t right, but her overjoy at being told she was sexy eradicated the logical part of her mind. Being sexy and pleasing made her so happy that she knew it would be her only purpose in life from now on.

Cheryl toyed with Courtney’s hair, now more wavy, and fixed a crease in her dress. Her small, girlie, hands grazed the right breast of the chubby Bunnie, which she then massaged gently for a moment. Part of her wanted to let the girl’s nipple fuck her mouth, which she would suck on like they were a cock. But the more rational, and deeply under control, part of her mind brought her back to reality. “Okay, sweetie, you need to get going for your big date.” How little did Courtney realize how big it would be for her. “You have to go meet him so you can please!” She smiled enthusiastically at her new friend.

Courtney smiled back and hugged Cheryl. “Oh yes, I need to go! I have to be with him for dinner.” Briefly, all emotion left her face. “It is very important I am there and ready to please.” The ditzy smile returned to her face.

Cheryl patted the ample bottom of the girl and sent her own her way. Courtney swayed out of her office and through the salon. Once the girl had left, the bottle blond walked to the main floor and headed to Sherri’s desk. She leaned in and spoke quietly. “Call the main office and alert them that both Courtney and Kimberly have left.”

Sherri nodded and began typing a number into her phone console. Back in her office, Cheryl pushed a button on Quinn’s pod and it opened slowly. Blinking quickly, the teenage Bunnie woke up and slid out of the pod. The stunning brunette was almost as beautiful as Cheryl. The blond salon owner was kind of, but just kind of, jealous of her natural beauty. “Quinn, you will be returning to the headquarters now. Your final programming can be done there. Tonight, you will entertain Master William and his guests. Now, obey.”

Without speaking, Quinn stepped into the hallway and, instead of walking toward the main floor, headed back towards the worker’s bathroom. Inside, she stood in front of a closet, which read the nanites in her body and opened, bringing her to the back lot of the salon where a van waited. A man sitting in the passenger seat opened the side door, which admitted Quinn. The brainwashed girl did not acknowledge the man, but quietly strapped herself into the brainwashing chair she now sat in. A tan hand picked up the small mp3 player on the console, and she slid pink ear buds into each ear. Moments later, the world vanished, her eyes grew glassy, and her mind blanked for the trip back to headquarters.

In his lavish apartment, Courtney sat with her boyfriend. He was kissing and groping the newly feminine girl, who eagerly returned his affections. After all, he had been so nice to get her a trip to that salon. Affection led to a manicured hand inside his dress pants. The chubby Bunnie unbuttoned her superior’s pants and began to suck his cock. Quickly bouncing up and down on it, she hugged the tip of his cock against the back of her throat, licking his balls with her tongue. The obedient sex toy continued until he came in her mouth, which she swallowed cheerfully.

After cleaning off his cock with her mouth, Courtney snuggled up to his thigh. “I love you, Sir.” She cuddled tighter, causing his dick to rise again a bit. He murmured a few things to the girl, who nodded obediently. She looked at him again and leaned up to kiss him. They embraced for a long moment as she snogged his face and nibbled on one of his ears. Courtney was quickly turning into the hyper-sexual, obedient, Pleasure Bunnie he had wanted.

Their sexual escapades were interrupted as the front door opened. Kimberly, beyond caring, didn’t bother to knock before entering the house. Hearing the lovers on the second floor, she stepped upstairs, high heels thumping against the carpet, and came to stand at the door to the bedroom they were in. Courtney knelt on the floor before him, staring vapidly at Kimberly. “Oh, hi, I know you! You were at the salon.”

Kimberly ignored the girl’s bubble brained pronouncement. She turned to address the girl’s boyfriend. “I assume she is up to your standards, Sir?” The man nodded. The Asian smiled. “I am glad, Sir.” Suddenly her phone rang. Putting up a finger to pause the conversation, she pulled a purple phone out of her pocketbook. As she saw that it was William, her lover, her Master, her best friend, calling from his office line her heart raced. An erotic thrill coursed through her body. She wanted to kneel and fuck herself right there.

“Hello, Sir.” She never called him Master in public. Their own little rule.

William cut directly to the chase. “How is Courtney?”

Kimberly looked over at the girl currently kneeling at his feet. She stared at him, puppy dog eyes and all, with complete devotion. All in one day. It wouldn’t be permanent yet, but she was well on her way. This was a great advancement. “Oh, she is fine, Sir.”

William chuckled at Kimberly’s barely hidden contempt. “Good girl.” He paused, not sure what to say next. “Are you ready for your vacation?”

Kimberly bit her lip. “Yes, Sir.” Without hesitating, her Master spoke a trigger which only the two of them knew. Back turned to the couple behind her, the Asian slave’s eyes grew distant as her mind came to a stop. She was, for the time being, now only a Pleasure Bunnie. William’s Pleasure Bunnie. A great sense of calm came over her, even more so as she awaited his words, his thoughts, anything to fill her mind.

“Kimberly, you are now officially on vacation. For the foreseeable future, you are stripped of all rights, duties, and ownership. You are a Pleasure Bunnie, and your sole focus is on pleasing. Please confirm you understand your programming.”

A moment passed as a soft smile came across Kimberly’s face. “Yes, Sir, I understand.”

William looked over for a moment as another person entered his office. He motioned for her to sit down and pick up an ear piece. “Good girl. Now, I need you to remember what Cheryl told you earlier today. Do you remember?”

Kimberly blinked a few times. Of course! After her manicure, Cheryl had triggered her and conditioned her Master’s new instructions into her. How smart of him to think ahead. She smiled. “Yes, Sir. I know what to do.” He commended her and instructed his property to leave the line open while she performed her duties.

Putting the phone on a table inside the door, Kimberly looked over at Courtney. Her eyes were focused, narrowed in on the duty her Master wanted performed. Her conditioning had made the Asian slave dedicated to obedience. “Chubby round, bottom, hop hop.” He declared to no one in particular. A brief moment passed where she was amused by Master’s strange trigger phrases.

Kimberly watched Courtney furrow her brow and the light go out of her eyes slowly. Her boyfriend, looked over at the slave. “Sweetie, what is wrong?”

The chubby slave blinked a few times and acknowledged the hidden command. “Yes, yes, Courtney will obey.” She looked up just in time to catch the syringe that Kimberly threw to her. Sliding in front of her boyfriend, the busty slave jabbed it into his arm.

“Ouch! What the fuck, Courtney?” He exclaimed in surprise. His vision began to blur and it became very hard to concentrate. He looked to Kimberly. “You bitch, you did this!” He slumped forward, unconscious, and Courtney caught him, easing the young man back into the chair. Once he was settled, she turned back to Kimberly, who had triggered her.

“Good girl.” Kimberly smiled and motioned for the girl to stand. She leaned forward and gently kissed her on the mouth. “We are Pleasure Bunnies.” Courtney nodded in agreement, her initial conditioning fully taking hold. Stroking the girl’s face, Kimberly continued. “We must wait for instruction; get dressed.” Courtney quickly dressed and then stood at attention next to Kimberly. Both Bunnies stared vacantly ahead, beautiful pairs of eyes looking like pools of water.

Realizing that the girls had completed their mission and were waiting for security to pick them up, William pushed a button to end the call to his slave. Jennifer Graham, who had entered the room a few minutes into the conversation, looked up and mockingly pointed an accusatory finger at him. “Dude, you totally stole that from Dollhouse. Triggers, unbelievably sexy, mind control ass kicking by chubby, femme, brainwashed slaves. Miracle Laurie; her breasts are a miracle.”

William laughed and shrugged at her. “Who says they didn’t steal it from us?”

Jennifer grinned and changed the subject. “So what is going to happen to them?”

“Well,” William began, “the boyfriend—”

Jennifer interrupted. “What is his name?”

“I can’t remember. It doesn’t matter.” He paused for a moment. “He will be conditioned with a strong desire to own one of our very high end Bunnies. In fact, when his inheritance comes in from that stuff his father does, whatever it is, he’s really not important for what we are doing here, he will want to staff his entire mansion with high end Bunnies. A cook, a maid, a few maids.”

Jennifer had already grown bored of hearing about Courtney’s boyfriend. “What about Courtney?”

“I’m blown away by how well the new nanites worked on her. Maybe she is not that bright, but she came under control in record time. That could be a game changer. As for her, she’ll continue to be conditioned for a week or two. I’m sure our scientists will want to run some tests—”

Jennifer interrupted again. “All experiments should be done on humans. Fucking savages test on animals.” An idea came to her. “Hey, can I run that division? We can experiment on politicians and bankers and reality TV stars!!!”

William sighed. “Maybe next year. Anyhow, eventually she’ll be sold off. We’ll have her call relatives and friends tomorrow to say she is going on vacation or something.”

The redhead hesitated before asking about the third person in that room. “What about Kimberly?”

William put his elbows on the table and rest his head on his hands. “She wanted to go on ‘vacation’ for the time being. Last time, it lasted a week and she was fine.” He looked at Jennifer, not sure how much of Kimberly’s past mental state she was aware of. “The first time it was a month.”

Jennifer did know some of the story, but she still carefully chose her words. “Maybe she needs to stay like this for an extended time. Like you said to me earlier, wake her up once in awhile to assess the situation. Let her decide.”

William shrugged. “Or maybe I will just keep her like this and have her programmed to forget her previous life.” He stood up, putting on the blazer that hung over his chair. “Who knows; honestly, I am open to any and all solutions.”