The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

01

The slave formerly known as chrissie typed on the keyboard attached to its personal tablet. it was doing a homework assignment for Advanced Slavery, a required class for all slaves. The boy it had been studying with, an eager freshman named Will that had transferred in halfway through the year, had asked it to join him for studying. Will, a handsome boy with bleached blond hair and a strong tan, had tried to spend more time around slaves and drones at the suggestion of his Preceptor. The boy liked slave a lot and they had studied, books and other htings, a few times as the term went on.

Will was about to go in the shower in his dorm room with a towel around his toned body, but dropped it off awkwardly. He had grown up in a home that did not really be so open about sexuality, so he was still becoming accustomed to how things were at the Academy. slave looked up from its tablet and stared at the boy’s fine form, but noticed something it thought worth mentioning. “Um, you don’t shave your legs, Sir?”

Will paused, startled a bit by the question. “Uh, no? I don’t have a lot of hair so I have never bothered. Small little fuzzes could be seen on his legs and around his cock.

“Oh,” slave beamed, “you should! It makes your legs look good.” it paused to think of other reasons. “slave likes to do it as part of the ritual of looking good for men.” it looked up with a naughty smile. “Men love it too, which is what is important, right?”

Will nodded, a distant look in his eyes for a moment. “Making me happy is what is important.”

slave leaned in and kissed the boy, taking his hand to lead him to the shower. it took a razor and some shaving lotion out of the closet. “Lay down, please.” Will sat down in the small bathing pool that each boy had in their dorm room. slave knelt down next to it and began rubbing lotion all over the blond’s legs. Noticing how his cock got harder, it made a mental note for later.

Gently, it began shaving the boy’s legs, taking time to make sure they were as smooth as possible. slave took great pride in his hairless nature and how much it pleased men. it glided back and forth and added more lotion when needed.

Once done shaving the boy, slave put some lotion on his hard cock. it began stroking Will’s cock, slowly and quickening until the boy sprayed cum all over it. The sticky slave slipped into the water with the boy and they kissed, beginning to wash each other clean. slave knew, with more training, Will would please men in all things.

02

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Marcus.” The Preceptor smiled as he shock the Academy’s newest hire. “I mostly work with boys and slaves, so I wasn’t surprised that we had never met when you attended here.”

Marcus nodded, the ends of his spiky dark hair flopping with his head. “I remember seeing you around campus, but yeah I was pretty focused on my studies and working hard so I could come back to the Academy to teach. I really liked my time here.”

The Preceptor raised his eyebrows. “Yes, there are certainly many perks to working here. I am sure you enjoyed many of them as a student on dominant track.

“Oh,” Marcus began, his eyes drifting to chrissie-slave, who was waiting at attention on a small podium behind The Preceptor, “you mean like spending my career around utterly obedient, barely aging, slaves and drones? Sure, that is a part of it. But I do really believe in the academy’s mission here.” He looked up and made eye contact with his new mentor. “I could not wait to come back.”

The Preceptor nodded and stood up to end the meeting. “I will be retiring in a few years and I think the Academy is in good hands with men like you.” They shook hands again. “Where is your office going to be?” Marcus gave a number a few halls away after looking up its exact place on his tablet.

“Great,” The Preceptor began, clapping his hands together. He pushed a button on his desk, which made slave’s eyes blink on the podium. it slid off the podium and curtsied, speaking the usual pronouncements of service. “slave, this is Marcus.” He paused as slave looked over at the man with a soft smile. “He is a new teacher here at the Academy. In...exactly one hour, I want you to head to his office to help him settle in.” He gave the room number.

“Yes, Master.” slave smiled as it looked between the men, a sincerely thrilled docility mirrored on its face. Marcus sighed; he was going to enjoy working here.

Weeks went by and eventually the midterm spring break was upon the Academy. The campus emptied as the week went on, with young men, boys, and slaves going home for the week long break after their mandatory advising session. There were two important events that took place during the break however. First, about a third of this semester’s slaves were reprocessed and convert to drone status. Many of these were sent to the mysterious Academy Resort for sexual slavery. Others stayed at the Academy to serve out their time before sale to a person, family, or corporation. Some were tagged for potential marriage by a man as well, where they would be given back their original personality, with all of the experience of being a slave and drone, before devoting themselves to marital bliss.

The other thing happening on campus was an “open house,” so to speak, for potential incoming young men and boys. This was done when the campus was a bit quieter so the staff’s full focus could be on meeting with them. Teachers like Marcus met with potential incoming dominant track students and administrators like The Preceptor met with boys interested in submissive track at the school. Currently, he was quite occupied with his work.

Based on individual interviews with them and reports from their families, the top 20 or 30 boys had an additional workshop added to their schedules. At this workshop, they were subliminally focused on attending the Academy and having a deep desire to serve while there. This was where chrissie-slave’s younger brother robby was now. The boy was enthusiastically taking notes as a handsome young man on dominant track, who delayed his vacation on break to help out as part of his teacher training, explained the perks of attending the Academy. The boy, as his subliminal programming taught him, could not wait to attend. He needed to learn how to serve to the best of his ability.

He continued taking notes until a new screen came up before him that triggered him and every boy in the room into a hypnotic state. As commanded, they stood up and followed the young man back to their quarters for the three day visit, where each was given initial instructions for what to work on when they return him. robby, standing naked before a few men, was told to practice domestic service and take a summer course in childcare. His boyfriend, also attending the Academy, wanted to marry his beloved boy after their schooling was done. He expected to play professional sports and wanted to begin a family soon after. robby could not see any other purpose in life.

On his way out of the workshop, robby was walking along a path when he came out of it between two buildings. The sun was bright, so he stepped into the shade along side one of the buildings and continued his walk. Suddenly there was a squeeze on his arm and he was pulled into an ajar door. Inside the room, which was lit with just a small lamp, he found his dear brother, er, “slave,” standing before him. The brothers embraced tightly for a long minute before robby pulled away, suddenly confused about why his brother had been here.

Before he could ask a question, slave spoke. “slave is so happy to see you!” it leaned in and kissed its brother, who returned the kiss.

Robby nuzzled with his brother before looking up. “Why am I here with...it? How did you know where I would be?”

slave gleefully replied to its brother, which it only had a vague sense of the familiar relationship currently. “The Head Master would like to see you.”

Robby’s face beamed. “Oh! We put his hand out submissively towards slave, which took it and squeezed. slave began to lead him through a private walkway that existed between the walls of the academy’s offices. They reached an elevator at the end of the long hallway and entered it, still holding hands. They went up to the forth floor and exited the elevator to come out on the side of the Head Master’s large office.

On the other side of the office, a blond drone looked up from his screen and smiled. slave gave the secretary a wave. It seemed to be expecting it and slave did not leave robby’s hand as it embraced the drone with a hug. Drone took a long look at robby, who blushed under the beautiful blond’s gaze. It turned back to slave. “Master will see slave now.”

Slave turned back to its brother and led him into the Head Master’s office, which opened with an automated whoosh as the academy attendees walked through the doors. Inside they found the Head Master at his desk, hard at work on something or another and staring at the holographic display before him. He looked up at their entrance and smiled warmly.

Slave pulled away from robby’s hand and padded forward to a few feet before the Head Master’s desk. “Master, how will slave obey,” it asked with a low curtsy.

Robby watched this from behind his brother and, after a moment, came to stand next to him and curtsied himself, remaining there like his bother, but with a brief look up at the Head Master, who nodded slowly in approval as they made eye contact.

“Good boy,” the Head Master began as he stood up from his chair. “You may stand, slave,” he commanded to slave, which stood and snapped to attention. For the first time, robby noticed the two dark haired drones waiting at attention on pedestals behind them. He watched his brother automatically snap to attention and felt his head swim with joy and pride. Their father must be so proud of it!

The Head Master motioned for robby to knell down on the floor. His tiny shorts rode up, causing his hard rock some combination of arousal and pain. He did not haver any idea how to feel about that. “I called you here today during your orientation because I think you show a lot of promise, which is partially based on your family line and the reports of your boyfriend. I had a nice chat with him this morning. He is going to be a star athlete for us and I want his needs taken care of, which includes you.”

robby smiled as he looked up at the man. His boyfriend was so wonderful to think of him! “Thank you, Sir. Master is my life; I am here because he wanted me to be.”

The Head Master smiled. “Good boy. You show a lot of promise and I think, for both you and your boyfriend, the best thing to do is move you in for the summer.” robby looked up in shock, but his superior put a hand up. “I have already spoken to both your father and boyfriend. They wanted this to be a bit of a pleasant surprise for you. You will be moved in with your boyfriend in the apartments kept for our star athletes. Your father will be forwarding your things from home shortly.”

robby was overjoyed. A tear fell down his face as he reached forward and hugged The Head Master’s legs. “Thank you, Sir! This is wonderful.” He could not believe this wonderful news. Truly, robby was quite blessed.

The Head Master let him sit there for a moment before motioning for the boy to stand up. “You will begin summer studies next month after the spring semester ends, but for now there is still some work you can do that will qualify for your last few school credits before you graduate.” Suddenly, drone and slave had grabbed robby by the arms. The boy did not struggle beyond a slight bit of settlement as he looked between them.

The Head Master pulled a visor out of his desk and snapped it on the boy’s face. A tap of a button began a brainwashing program that caught robby’s full view immediately. After a few moments, the boy snapped to attention, which was a sign that he was fully under control and ready to accept new conditioning.

The Head Master nodded and turned to drone and slave. “It is time for both of you to progress. Go along and I will join you shortly.” Neither drone or slave spoke but turned and swayed out of the room holding hands as they walked.

03

Drones not permanently droned yet did not sleep with men overnight, and so the drone formerly known as chrissie joined the staff of Master’s home after The Head Master went to sleep at 2300 hours for programming sessions. If it had been scheduled for permanent droning, the silver tube, with pink streaks along the sides, would only be drone’s overnight home for a few months before any new programming could be added manually, but it was going to be deprogrammed, with some changes, soon, so it slid into the tube after stripping off its clothes. A bright purple and pink spiral began dancing before its eyes, further brainwashing slavery into the core, beyond droning, existence of it.

In drone’s mind, all it could see in the “chrissie” part of it was The Head Master. it saw a life of happy, loving, service to the man. it did not understand that it was once chrissie at this point, but knew chrissie would love, honor, and obey The Head Master in all things. Drone’s own voice, recorded early to aide in programming, coaxed it on as the night went on.

chrissie blinked back into existence in the deprogramming pod after having his droning undone. He had been gradually brought out of trance over about an hour so the reassertion of a self-hood would not be so overwhelming. Still, it was odd to have...thoughts and ideas again.

As a drone unstrapped the boy, he thanked it and then looked up to see the Head Master standing there giving him a little wave. chrissie’s ideas of self-hood and independent thoughts and ideas were drowned by the subliminal conditioning he had received as a drone. Months of brainwashing worked as a love spell as the smitten boy remembered the dates he had gone on with the Head Master and his work with the man. Slowly, his body still stiff, he walked over to the man and hugged him tightly. chrissie loved this man deeply and knew he cared for him back.

After a few moments, chrissie looked up at the taller man. “I remember everything. You cared for me and kept me under control.” He reached up and kissed the man. “I hope you still care about me now?”

The Head Master petted the boy and pulled him tightly again. The pod drone waited at attention behind them, a permanently mindless object currently without command. “I do care for you. In fact, I care so much that I want you to submit to me forever. Do you want that? It has to be your choice.”

Before chrissie could form a thought, he began speaking a series of subliminally brainwashed statements. “I am first and foremost your obedient boy. Your views are my views; i choose to surrender completely.” With that, the obedient boy knelt and bowed to his Master.

Master knelt down and snapped a collar about chrissie’s neck. The boy began crying softly as he rose ands curtsied. “Master, how will your slave obey?”

Master kissed the boy’s head. “You have received all A’s for the spring term in slavery and droning. I have approved you for graduation next week. When you walk, you will announce our engagement to be married at the end of the—” Before he could finish, chrissie leapt up, a surprisingly show of will, and hugged Master tightly. Master laughed and hugged him back. Master and slave were madly in love.