The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

From Bags to Bitches

A decade ago she was my roommate, in a scenario with 3 females and 1 male, in a 4 bedroom house by the beach. Now, like her mother before her, she had quietly gone insane. The once deeply tanned Latina party girl with a blunt haircut and a penchant for drinking games, had gone from working as a cashier at an upscale grocery chain to pushing a cart on the street, mumbling to herself. Back in the day, in her early twenties, she was voluptuous, but needed to lose a few pounds to be truly hot. Now, the weight was right but so much else was wrong. Luckily she still had her teeth, but her hair was a disheveled mess, and once deeply tanned, well oiled skin was ashen and gray.

It took me a minute to recognize her, and it was quite a surprise. She had been the quintessential beach bitch, running with the snooty crowd, the time bomb ticking inside her fragile mind all the while. Now as I returned to a small town in Tennessee, driving cross country, there she was in Albuquerque New Mexico, rummaging through the trash can behind the cheap hotel I was ready to crash in for the night. It was pretty isolated, and I knew a hot meal and a shower would relax her enough to ready her for an induction to completely change the path she was on.

A former cheerleader and volleyball player at a now defunct high school, she still had potential beneath the grime. I had a 4-5 day drive ahead of me, if I took my time, and could achieve amazing results if I could get her deep enough. Genese, wow. Who would have thought the snotty beach babe would fall so far, and be so invisible, and so vulnerable.

I grabbed a burger at Carls Jr. and offered it to her. She snarled at first, but then her eyes went sad, after I told her I recognized her from 1999, from the beach. She was only in her early 30’s now, 31 or 32, and her legs were still long, but like I said, she was like a classic car, ready for restoration.

She wolfed down the burger, a double Philly cheese steak, that sat so heavy inside her starving stomach she was drowsy right away. That’s when I began to put her under.

Genese, just relax. Relax now that your stomach is full. It felt so good to eat something,

To be full. Just remember the old days, how safe and comfortable things were at the beach, and feel that safety and comfort wash over you now, relaxing, releasing and letting go, just listen to me and let yourself relax. You’re with friends now, you can relax. Your mind is calm, calm as it was before the unraveling, before the voices, before the need for meds, before it all. The year is 1999, and you are 22, carefree and relaxed, relaxed, relaxed.

It took another hour to get her deep enough to plant the suggestions firmly enough in her mind. To erase a half decade of misery and downfall, to erase how just like her mother reality slipped away, a little more each day, to erase the hardships and convince her

She was back in time, back when her mind was relatively healthy was an effort.

She had to be deep enough and programmed well enough that a shower would not snap her out it. I created a scenario. Not only was she 10 years younger, but we had just been

Camping, and got caught in a muddy mess, that she’d need to scrub herself from. She was safe with me, but since we had been only roommates and weren’t romantically involved at the time, much to my chagrin, I kept it that way for the moment. Besides, I wanted groomed to my satisfaction first.

The main thing was to diffuse the crazy, get her calm, and allow me to make the transformation in a week that would turn her into a better version of her old self, and create an erotic icon.

“You can sleep under the sheets, and I’ll sleep on top”, I told her as she returned from the shower, now scrubbed clean, her hair merely long and stringy, no longer dirty. Her skin was still ashen, but at least she was clean, step one. I put her under again and again, deepening her triggers, making it easier and easier to get her under, and plant suggestions. “This has been a very long journey, and you’re ready for a make-over” was planted deeply.

“We are closer now than we have ever been, and you feel a new confidence, as if deep within you a dominant, aloof personality was waiting to step forward, but first you must look the part, with me as your guide, by your side. The only one you submit to, obey and trust completely.”

By day two we had found a salon near the interstate with some older hairstyles in the windows. We picked a severe blunt haircut and dyed it blue black. We stopped at every tanning salon, put her in a tanning booth, and at every other one sprayed her with a mystic tan. We bought a pair of simple white leather moccasins like the ones she wore back at the beach, that made her legs and feet look so sexy. Back then I fantasized about her telling me to take them off and kiss her feet, which would be rich with the scent of fresh leather. Speaking of scent, a dental clinic gave her a cleaning and whitening, and I had her on a diet of wheat grass and mints.

By day three she had been hypnotized and re-hypnotized so many times she was in trance more than she wasn’t. By now she had a seductive walk, deep shiny tan, and the blunt cut. She merely needed a manicure and chrome colored pedicure, and some permanent eyeliner makeup.

By day four, her look was complete, and her inductions included planting a desire to be continually more dominant and aloof when dealing with other women, and feeling an unfulfilled need to humiliate, and control a couple white chicks she could dominate. I turned her sorority experimentation into a full blown need to have women at her feet,

All the while showing off for me, knowing it would get me off, as would joining in when I wanted.

By day five, she had been so completely and utterly programmed, she was a new person.

Always resembling Rachel Mclish when she was younger, but albeit a little heavier, the thinner Genise looked even more so like her. I had been making her do a ridiculous amount of squats, thrusts, calf raises and push ups while entranced, and already it was paying off, since while under, she didn’t fatigue.

From mumbling and insane, to insanely hot, deeply programmed and ready to acquire her own personal servants, we rolled into the small Tri-cities town in TN. Her intense tanning program left her deeply golden brown, almost as deep as her programming left her under my control, yet yearning to control others.

I had the two clients who wanted hypno-therapy meet me at my Main St studio. Koenigsport was the kind of town that rolled up it’s sidewalks at 5:00, so nobody would be the wiser. The women there tended to be lonely and horny. More so if they were married. The average redneck husband preferred drinking cheap beer and hanging with his buddies, to fucking his wife, even if he could get it up. Most of the housewives complained their men couldn’t, and if they could, they just didn’t. “ My husband never fucks me” was often heard, as a not too subtle come on to the new guy from Cali, who happened to help them quit smoking or lose weight via hypnosis.

“I want to be more submissive”, said the tall pixie haired blonde with the huge, obviously fake tits. “ I chase away so many guys because of my strong personality” she continued.

“My husband never fucks me, and I wanna lose some weight”, said the other southern housewife, who owned a small greeting card store in town, and was “fixin’ to get divorced” if things didn’t change. She flirted a lot, but her husband was the kind of redneck who had a shotgun in his truck cab, so I just let her flirt…until today.

“ Ladies, I think I can give you a two-for-one deal, which is cheaper, and seems to be the magic phrase in these parts”. I said. Both ladies giggled.

I inducted them both, and planted the following suggestions. The one who wanted to be more submissive, Kammy would certainly be, ever more so, irresistibly, when a more dominant personality she encountered. Since she had spent some time in larger cities like Miami, and had experimented, I used that, making her remember the experimentation as the most erotic, most satisfying of her sexual experiences, just waiting to be re-awakened by the right counterpart.

Camille, who wanted to lose weight, was told she had been her own worst enemy and was so strict on herself, she rebelled and ended up overeating to compensate for her sexual appetite, her huge sexual appetite. Only a truly dominant personality, that took control and demanded her complete submission would allow her to ease up and relax on being hard on herself, and filled that void with submission and pleasure, rather than food. In fact, the oral pleasure she gave to a dominant personality would make her feel full and not hungry for food, only hungry to submit more.

I awakened both women, and thanked them for coming in. It was still early so I asked if they were hungry…and just as I planned they were not…for food.

Just then Genise stepped in, wearing white short shorts to show off her well oiled, tanned legs, and a sleeveless white top to show off her arms. She had the moccasins on, the ones from our cross country drive.

“I am collecting the fees for tonight’s session, as Mr. Vegas’ secretary. You WILL write a check out to cash for this amount, NOW, she demanded. She stood with legs a little wider than shoulder width, and her a hand on her hip, with the other lithe arm extended holding a small paper with a number on it.

Both women audibly gulped, they were taken aback by not only how striking Genise was now, but how demanding and dominant the trim, tanned, lean muscular woman was. Her stare was intense, her dark brown eyes glaring at them, demanding their submission. Submission is what she got.

“Y-Y-Yes Ma’am, they said in unison. The tall blonde’s forehead was perspiring slightly.

“Grab a pen off the table and bring me the checks” Genise demanded. The women complied. Genise could see the submission in their eyes, and her constant programming made her feed on it. She pointed to a coffee table with two pillows in front of it.

Kneel here, sign this. Both women quickly knelt in front her, and took the pens to paper, signing liability release forms. They looked up at her for the next instruction, like obedient puppies.

Genese put one foot up on the table, in between the two women, and looked down on them with a snide expression. She pointed to Camille. “You, I understand gets no attention from her husband because she’s too fat, and he’s in the closet.”

Camille was shocked. “Well I never, I…” “Quiet!” Demanded Genese. “You only need to lose between 5 and 15 pounds, you’re pleasantly plump, but we’ll correct that in the next couple weeks as I train you.” She turned to Kammy. “You need to learn to follow instructions, so you’ll be getting some extra training as well. Neither of you move a muscle, sit perfectly still.” She demanded.

Genese made sure the blinds were drawn, for privacy. She stood at the coffee table again, took off her moccasins and placed them in front of each woman. Her footprint was already worn into the suede, and they were still warm from her wearing them.

“Heads on the table,” she instructed. “But the moccasins”, they started to softly protest.

Genese grabbed them both by the hair and guided their heads so they would be face down in a moccasin each, forced to breathe in her aroma. They struggled for a brief moment then they stopped fighting it. “It’s nice to allow someone else to be in charge isn’t?” asked Genese. “It’s not so bad, is it?” The two mumbled, “It’s not so bad.”

Genese stood barefoot on the table one foot in front of each woman. “Now, lift your little heads slowly and check out my pedicure, it’s chrome, it looks like jewelry, and you can’t take your eyes of it.

Groggily, they lifted their heads, overwhelmed by what they were experiencing. They looked at her chrome pedicure, her strong, tanned feet, their vascular definition.

“You can’t look away from them, you have to drink them in, you must. You know know that you have a deep affection for and attraction to my feet. Lean in closer and closer until I command stop.” She continued.

They leaned in further and further, until their lips were pressed against her tanned skin.

The paleness of their faces was in contrast with her deep, well oiled tan.

“Kiss them. Kiss them as if your life depended on it, show me who has more passion and who is the better kisser.” She demanded.

Both women found themselves caught up in the excitement, being dominated like this, they kissed and licked and sucked on her feet, competing with each other impress the dominatrix. They tried to pry their tongues under her feet, to lick her soles.” “Work your way up my ankles, my calves, to my knees.” She demanded. They rose slowly, kissing and licking their latin goddesses’ legs then stopped at her knees. Genese stared into their eyes and pushed her index finder into each of their foreheads, right between their eyes, a trigger created by tonight’s hypno session. Both women went deeply into trance.

You will serve me now completely my bitches, do you understand? You cannot make a decision or a move, or come up with an idea I don’t give you. When I give you a suggestion, a command, an idea, you embrace it as your own. I am what has been missing from your pathetic, small town, worthless, hillbilly lives. Everything before me was a lie, a hollow, unsatisfying lie. Belonging to and serving me gives you the most outrageous, intense, life changing orgasms you have ever felt.” She continued.

“Now, drop your panties and crawl over the couch, I am going to allow you to hump my amazing legs, and grant you an orgasm each, as I am the only one who can now..” she said.

Both pale white women crawled over the couch, and as Genese sat down, she spread her long legs, giving each woman room to climb and hump them. She undid her top and exposed her deeply tanned breasts and interlinked her fingers behind her head, exposing her armpits.

“While you hump my amazing legs and rub your pathetic clits on them, you will suckle my tits, then lick under my arms, then open your mouths wide to accept my kiss.”

The two women did as she commanded. As they waited open mouthed, Genese spit into their mouths, and said: “Swallow now and cum, you’re not worthy to kiss me yet, just serve and service me. You’ll have your tongue inside my ass, long before you’ll ever taste my mouth. Now cum!” she demanded.

Both women writhed in an orgasm unlike any they had, if in fact they’d ever had a real orgasm. Their pale forms clutched the tanned woman’s legs as they rode out the orgasm, shuddering violently. The men they had before were typically premature ejaculators who couldn’t spell the word foreplay. Their eyes rolled back into their heads, and Genese grabbed them by their hair. “Look at ME, focus on MY face, the reason for your orgasms from now on.”she said. They practically convulsed, helpless in their orgasms, staring at the face of their dominatrix, burning it into their minds.

“Tonight, you will go home and masturbate furiously, thinking about being under my control, and all the ways you can serve me. You will fantasize about cramming your tongues into my every orifice, about pampering me and fawning over me. Being at my feet

is so natural to you now, and all my scents are the marker scents of your mistress,”

“Your dreams, nighttime and daydream will be about me, and all day you’ll want my scents, my flavors. I can summon you any time I want. Your number one priority is to serve and obey me, completely for as long as you amuse me. When called upon to you will bring a friend I think might amuse me, so she can serve me as well.”

She stood up, and stared down at them. “You may go home now, wait for my call. “Yes mistress”, they said softly in unison.

They got dressed and staggered out of the office, satisfied customers.

Genese turned to me, still perspiring after being ravaged by her new slaves, her legs glistened with their juices. “G” I said. She stood at attention, her lithe form flexing. “Did I do well master?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, unzipping my fly and displaying a rock hard erection. “Your metamorphosis is coming along nicely…now let’s see how your fellatio skills are coming along.”

She obediently knelt before me, her chrome manicure wrapped firmly around my member, her lean arm taut as she squeezed it, then she took it into her mouth.

This was going to work out nicely I thought. Maybe next time I’d join in, or just watch again, I aaaaagh, what an orgasm. “Deepen your trance now, Genese, deepen your trance.”

to be continued...