The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“That feels much, much better.” Sylvia blinked before she slowly drew herself to her feet. Yana’s lips parted, and a faint whimper slowly escaped. “Don’t worry, Yana. I’ll let you stay like this forever. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To feel safe? To feel good, forever? To feel the world reshaped to please you? I’ll sing you such a beautiful lullaby as I do just that, just for you, my third mommy.”

None of the black receded from her, but it no longer drowned out her violets and silvers. Instead, it enhanced them through sweet contrast. Sylvia grinned as she fluttered her eyes closed, and began to sing.

“Sleep, little Yana,

Melt away for me.

Sleep, little Yana,

Open your mind to me.

I’m taking control now,

So you don’t have to worry,

Liberating you,

Freeing you,

Just like you craved.

Don’t try to think now,

Nor ever again.

Sleep in euphoria,

Dream in bliss.

Sink now and forever,

Surrender and sink . . .

Into oblivion. ”

Sylvia’s song flowed through her voice and through the bond her powers forged deep inside of Yana’s mind. Every syllable, every idea, every concept, made Yana writhe more powerfully. When the song ended, Sylvia paused and then sang it again.

On the third iteration, Yana came. On the fourth, her eyes closed.

“Mmmm this feeling is so intoxicating, Aunt Mother. I can feel all of your mind inside of me. I can taste your experiences. Oh I can remember so many things I have no business knowing. You do play the long game, don’t you, Yana? You just always plan on revising once you’re done. If only you’d been willing to consider shedding the passive voice and editing along the way.” Sylvia shuddered with the jolt of arousal that traveled along her spine, and laughed at the glory it burned through her. “I’ll make sure you stay in that oblivion forever, my dear Aunt.”

Sylvia stepped out of her mother’s room. Her power wrapped around her like a translucent vine that pulsed with her heartbeat. Pamela moaned as she caught sight of Sylvia. The camera crew laying beside her on the couch mewled with her.

The camera rested on the coffee table, its red light dim. Sylvia hoisted it up and hit rewind. She watched the events move in reverse order with a faint grin curling her lips. When the screen showed Aurora screaming on her knees, she quickly pressed pause. Her eyes traced along her sister’s curves. She memorized the expression of pleasure that almost looked torn from her own synapses.

“You’ll be mine soon. Again would suit, wouldn’t it? You were always kneeling to me in your mind . . . I just never noticed. Goddess I feel so expanded! I can trace back through my memories with such clarity, and see all of the hundreds of times you were begging for me to take control.” Sylvia traced her fingertip along the paused vision of Aurora’s cheek.

Pamela watched Sylvia with her slick black eyes that reflected a hint of curiosity. “Sylvia . . . Mmmm . . .”

“Oh, Pamela! I’m Sorry, I almost forgot you were relevant.” Sylvia laughed as she set down the camera. “You’re going to be the first chance I have to test this new feeling I have inside. Camera sluts, down on the floor. Sylvie wants to have the couch all to herself and Pammy.”

They moaned agreement as they slid off the couch and onto their knees. Pamela’s gaze locked with Sylvia’s as the singer straddled the reporter. “Relevant . . .?”

“Yes, very relevant. You silly, silly woman. Here I was, thinking you were an admirer, a friend . . . and you were using me. Seems everyone wants to do that.” Sylvia slowly trailed her fingertips along Pamela’s cheeks, rubbing herself against the reporter with a moan. “But now you’re my little Pamela-toy.”

“Pamela . . . toy . . .” Pamela groaned as Sylvia grasped her breasts and began to knead. The ink coursing through her, scribed into her, made her moan. Her eyes were permanently hooded, and her thighs shuddered powerfully. Her nipples hardened to points. She arched her back as much as she could. “Your Pamela toy now . . . Mmmm use your toy, pleeeease!”

Sylvia laughed as she pinched and twisted Pamela’s nipples, pulling them taut before letting go. Her power swirled in the air around them, enveloping the two in a gorgeous dark violet-and-silver dome. A pink tongue wetted black lips as Sylvia savored the anticipation swelling inside of her.

“Don’t worry, little brat. I’ll use you . . . Mmmm I’ll use you up until there’s nothing left. Then, we’ll fill you up all over again.” Sylvia pursed her lips as she leaned closer until their lips almost touched.

Shadow broke through the dome of swirling nebula and wrapped around Sylvia’s arms. Before she could react, the shadow tugged her off the couch and past the women kneeling before it onto the carpet at Aniela’s feet. Still she wore only the black bikini, along with the black tattoo that went along her whole body like inscribed shadows.

Sylvia blinked as she looked up to the woman standing over her. Thousands of words whispered in her mind details the girl had never dreamed of knowing. Her tongue slickened her lips again as she moaned. She could taste Aniela’s body, and her mind. So many delicious experiences blossomed from the memories she’d siphoned from Yana. All of them made her shudder.

Aniela wore a hard frown as she glared down at the younger woman. “What did you do to Yana? I can’t . . . I can’t feel her through the ink anymore. It was you, somehow, I know it was you. I don’t even know how I know.”

“Oh it was me. Kinda funny, in so many stories if someone does what I just did, you’d be free right now and thanking me. But Yana did more than just make you mindless. She made you her lover. She made you forget any objections you might have had to keeping her all full of ink . . .” Sylvia’s eyes hooded as she rose to her feet. She stayed close to Aniela, so close they almost touched as she rose. “Mmm she loved doing it to you. She loved riding your body, you know. I think sometimes she misses touching herself and having it be your body.”

Aniela quivered. “You . . . you don’t sound like Sylvia . . .” Her nipples pressed against the tight fabric of her bikini top. She stared into Sylvia’s eyes and whimpered. “What . . .?”

“Poor, poor Aniela. How long has it been since you’ve had a conscious thought in your head? My mother betrayed you twenty-two years ago, and except for brief respites, you’ve been owned. The Lady, Quillspawn . . . Then you were her host . . . and then the slave again. You must be terrible at making decisions when they aren’t being made for you.” Sylvia leaned closer and grasped Aniela’s hip. She gasped, and pulled away for a moment before she eased into the touch. “That’s right. I want to touch you, so you want to be touched. It’s such a simple world you live in.”

Sylvia trailed her fingers along Aniela’s tattoo, humming soothingly under her breath. Each movement of her fingers made Aniela slacken more until it was almost impossible for her to stay standing. Her knees craved to fail.

“It’s okay. I don’t have any intention of hurting you, Aniela, not even by letting you think again. That would just be cruel. You’ve been trained to obey for so long. I don’t know if you could survive on your own in the wild.” Sylvia’s black nails slid under her bikini top, freeing her pale breasts. Her pale skin made the tattoo stand out everywhere. It did the same for her ink-black nipples.

Every breath Aniela took shuddered out almost hesitant. Her thighs grew slick as Sylvia traced a finger under the waistband of her bikini bottom. “Ssssylvia . . . but . . . different . . .”

“So much different, Aniela. I’m so much better now. You’re going to help make me even better.” Sylvia continued teasing her fingers lower as her spare hand rose to cup Aniela’s cheek. She held her face, staring so intensely into the shadowy inky depths. “Open your mind wide, Aniela. You’re going to share something very special with Yana . . .”

Her lips pursed for half a moment before her face twisted in confusion. So much ink written into her mind overrode the commands she was given. She remembered Yana’s plan. Sylvia was going to be as much of a pawn as she was, just as much of a slave. Even if she sounded like Yana, touched like Yana, and in a small way looked like Yana, that didn’t mean she was Yana. She reached out through the bond that Yana had used for years to twist and control her only to feel the same disturbing silence that had drawn her back by her side.

Something deep in her programming brought her enslaved consciousness back with a start. Aniela gasped sharply and pushed Sylvia’s shoulders as hard as she could. Sylvia fell back. Shadow wrapped around Aniela, dressing her as her alter-ego, Silhouette.

A subtle edge of fuzz stayed in her slick black eyes, but it hid well in her defensive stance. The shadows in the room weren’t enough to give Silhouette an advantage. They were only enough to give her a chance.

Her confidence shuddered when Sylvia giggled. “She filled you with so much ink! How did you—what did you do to her?! Her eyes were just black, they were always more than just black, I could always feel her even when she was asleep. I’ve never felt nothing through the ink. I just feel . . . silence.”

“That’s because what you heard is in here.” Sylvia tapped two fingers to her temple and grinned. “I’d explain empathic afterimages, the effects of not controlling your thoughts when a woman can read them, and your owner’s poor syntax and structure, but it won’t mean anything in a few minutes anyway. I want more. I tasted you through Yana, and I want more. I’ll make it feel better if you kneel. I like kneeling women.”

“No! Give her back!” Silhouette crouched, jumping at Sylvia. She gasped and moved to dodge, only for the woman to leap from a shadow behind her and pin her down chest first. Shadow-covered hands held her wrists down tight against the carpet. “Give her back, now!”

Sylvia giggled more, wiggling up against Silhouette. She purred at the feeling of the other woman’s body bare under just a layer of magic. “I don’t even know if I can, sweetie. Your owner stole a lot of my cognitive ability at the time. I was running on autopilot. I wonder . . . If I’ve absorbed her memories, her self . . . I know I can’t suddenly make ink, but you’re already full of it – even more than I am. I wonder . . .”

Shadow flowed from Silhouette’s hands, binding Sylvia to the floor. Once she was certain Sylvia’s hands were trapped, Silhouette rose her hands over Sylvia’s mouth and formed new shadow.

The singer wiggled more under the once-heroine even as her brows narrowed in concentration. Sylvia reached through Yana’s essence inside of her. She went back through her mind to the first time Yana had felt her ink and dripped it on a blank page. She felt Yana’s memories of making it reshape and take the form of words. She felt the same almost psychic muscle being twisted when she rewrote a classmate, and then a teacher. Small, unambitious flexes of her power, but it had all led to the same control that re-sculpted Aniela.

Aniela purred in satisfaction as she wrapped the shadow around Sylvia’s mouth and tied it into a knot behind her head. “That’ll shut you up. Now I’ll just twine some shadow through your head, and you’ll-you’ll—”

Her thoughts froze. I . . . What was I . . .? I need to help her not stop her! She absorbed my owner’s mind, she . . . she’s . . . in my mind, taking control of the ink. She’s . . .so powerful, I . . . Goddess, she shouldn’t be able to do this, she’s . . . she’s not Yana! I obey only Yana, I obey Sylvia!

Sylvia grinned as the shadow over her mouth faded into nothing. “That’s better. Huh. Feels nothing like using my mist. It’s a lot trickier. I wonder how this feels . . .”

Silhouette screamed as the ink in her mind clenched. Black that had been dried in the crevices of her mind for years loosened and flowed as though it were fresh. She felt like she was drowning in it. Ink flowed from both sets of lips as her shadow drew itself back into her body and she fell against Sylvia.

Black stained the whites of her eyes as it flooded and crashed through places long neglected. Memories flashed through her mind’s eye: Sarah sparking her from under the table, meowing as she pawed at her sleeping owner, being found by that strange black-eyed woman, splashed with that handful of ink and finding it so much harder to use her powers, finding her shadows recede as the ink had blended with the ink in her tattoo.

She remembered how it felt when she’d confronted Quillspawn inside one of her inklings. She remembered how it felt when the woman had wrapped her arms around her and kissed her so hard and deep that all she could do was scream when Quillspawn’s thoughts overwrote her own. She’d been suppressed, buried, written out of her own mind as Quillspawn dominated her with each breath and every movement. She’d been nothing but a passenger in her own body and loved every moment of the inky euphoria she was trapped in.

Need . . . to fight . . . can’t . . . can’t think . . . want to obey . . . ink . . . need Yana . . . need Sylvia . . .Need Sylvia . . . Want Sylvia . . . Crave Sylvia . . . Sylvia’s shadow pet . . .

“Oh goddess that’s so much better! Funny how a part of this power snuck along with mine, but it feels so different! This isn’t just shoving in new bursts of thought, this is twisting motivation! This is rebirth! Fuck it’s so addictive . . . it’s so perfect!” Sylvia laughed as she shifted, the bonds holding her wrists down gone with the rest of Silhouette’s shadow. She held the pliant woman in her arms, fingers tracing through her hair as she continued to will the ink to move.

Need her . . . love her . . . my purpose . . . my life . . . my meaning . . . was her mother’s pet . . . now hers . . . her shadow slave . . . loving every moment of it . . . trained for it . . .

“Your mind just wants it so bad! Mmm and my mother helped. She helped start the changes that made you into such a slave. You know that you are, don’t you? I hope so. You’re a slave. You’re my slave.” Sylvia moaned as she clutched the woman possessively. Her nails traced along her curves, hands squeezing her ass. “Mmm mine, all mine!”

Silhouette moved as the ink commanded, kissing Sylvia and screaming as she felt the silver and violet slam viciously into her lips. She was trapped against Sylvia. The ink still flowed, slamming thoughts of obedience for her new owner deeper and deeper as the invasive push of Sylvia’s powers dug deeper and deeper into the dormant mind under the ink. A sharp blinding flash obscured all of her thought, all of herself, for just a moment before she was overwhelmed by the heat of Sylvia’s power in her core.

Aniela shook and screamed in the kiss as she felt less and less like Aniela enslaved by the ink. She felt the places in her mind that formed her thoughts flooded with heat and ink. Everything else drained and burned away. Sizzles ran across her thighs as they clenched, ink flowing along them faster.

Minutes later, Sylvia pushed her away and broke the kiss with a loud moan. “Oh goddess, oh fuck, you taste like strawberries dipped in the sweetest chocolate! Your thoughts are so malleable, so barely yours to begin with! Even under all of the years of conditioning, oh goddess, you’ve been turned into a treat! You’re just a snack, just a toy, just . . . ooh . . . oh you taste so good inside of me, I can feel, I can feel you! I can feel you there, your thoughts, your memories, just like Yana’s . . . you were such a loyal kitty.”

Ink dripped from Aniela’s parted lips. Her eyes were just as blank as Yana’s. Shadows swirled inside of them along with arcs of Sylvia’s Nebula, but not with any cognizance of their own.

“Mmm you’re going to be such a good toy, and all for me. Mmmm and I still have Pamela and a few helpless little camera sluts to swallow before I need to expend any effort. It’s only a shame Yana can’t be here to watch.” Sylvia giggled as she pushed Aniela to the floor. The ink falling from her lips stained the carpet as Sylvia straddled Pamela. “Now . . . where were we. Oh yes. I’m going to fill your head with so much pleasure you’ll scream and scream and scream . . . then I’m going to take everything out of your head. I think I’ll rewrite you as my personal assistant. No time for any more words. Just this.”

Pamela screamed as soon as Sylvia’s sizzling lips pressed to hers.