The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You couldn’t even keep yourself from trying to fuck our mother . . . I was never that pitiful . . .” It’s my voice speaking, but my lips aren’t moving. The room is so dark, so black, that I can’t see anything at all. Just being so hidden away, so isolated, makes a very deep part of me shudder and whimper.

A silver spark flickers into existence to my right, then my left. All I can better see is myself, pale, pink, and pitiful. Another spark flares up from behind, then one between that and the two surrounding me. The floor is easier to see, and though I’ve never seen the odd pattern of textures and runes before, somehow it feels familiar. Three more lights flare up in front of me, matching those behind me, perfectly surrounding me, and giving me a nice sphere of vision.

My body gasps without my permission as I realize that the symbols underneath me spread out beyond the lights, putting me in the very pupil of a very large eye.

“You escaped from a witch, didn’t you have any faith you could do it again . . .? Much less, that I could do it again . . .? You’d rather betray everything we stood for . . .?”

The sparkles around me twinkle, glitter, and flash . . . I can feel them, not sparking me, but I can feel their cool heat in the light they cast off, like standing in the sun. It’s a dizzying, lulling feeling that tingles and shudders into my core, making me clench and whimper.

My naked flesh starts to sweat and I can’t hold back the moan that spills out from my lips as small tendrils of electricity reaches out from each of the sparks. It’s different looking at them now than it was before. Before they looked like silver light emanating from small silver stars, but now its just too bright for me to see the star inside. All I can see is the pretty pulsing, and those cool tendrils as they all reach out, slowly trailing over my body . . .

“You should be ashamed, Sarah . . . Very, very ashamed . . . But don’t worry, I’ll sear all of that shame away, and help you be full of nothing but joy, nothing but obedience . . . That is what you need right now more than anything, isn’t it?”

“Yessss . . .” My voice finally melts as the tendrils trace the curve of my back, my breasts, down along the inside of my thigh, down along the curves of my ass . . . “Need it . . . Miss it so much . . .”

Footsteps echo towards me, but I can’t look towards them. My eyes can barely stop fluttering enough to close as the tendrils trace down the center of my ass and down my slit, tendrils tracing so good, setting off my nerves and making my whole body spasm in helpless ecstasy as I clench again and drip against the eye beneath me.

Silky, sensual laughter stretches out into my ears, but I feel it through the tendrils as they reach deeper inside of me, snaking inside of me to coil around my nerves, fusing with them, making every small part of my body quiver with pleasure as the silver melts into my clit, the sensitive flesh at the backs of my thighs, my hips, more tendrils reaching out to fuse with the nerves in my nipples, breasts, neck . . .

It feels like being wrapped inside and out in a silver cocoon as all of me is covered and obscured by the silver, pleasure making me shake harder than I’ve ever shook before, unable to chose a direction as the sensations come from everywhere at once. Every small little bit of me is humming, screaming, crying out in pure pleasure as my juices feel like a waterfall flowing out of me, pleasure taking me away from everything as the tendrils reach into my spine, up into my mind . . .

“Mmmm I can taste your synapses firing, your obedience rising . . . All you want to do is obey, truly . . . Oh, The Lady herself would just love to feel this . . . If only I could share it with her . . .”

Nothing can be seen or felt but the silver. and I know I can only hear her voice because it’s a part of the silver, the silver that’s wormed its way so deep into my very soul. Everything feel so good, so good it almost hurts, but I only want more, want to obey, want to be good . . .

The silver clenches around me and I scream loud as I can. It feels like every small part of my body, places that have never felt pleasure before almost feel like they could cum all on their own. It makes me shudder to imagine this energy able to make my eyelids climax, my knees orgasm . . . Oh but if anything could, it would be this!

Every breath is quicker and harsher, harder and more and more difficult to suck in, but in exchange for the sweet silver pleasure its a more than fair trade. Losing everything for this silver would be fair, and I would love that . . .

“Tried to stop this, you know . . . I tried so hard to make things go right for us this time, and still, I screwed it up, even if it wasn’t me . . .” Her voice makes the silver vibrate, which makes me vibrate. Every small part of me shakes again and I can’t stop myself from creaming, the urge, the need to let her know just how good it all feels is too great . . .

But if she can feel my synapses, then ooooh she knows, she knows better than I do . . .

She sighs, and its a soothing wave of pleasure through me as she steps closer . . . “If it’s not Pandora, it’s Jade . . . I would try again, but I can already tell it would be fruitless . . . but don’t worry Sarah, I’m going to make it all better this time . . . I just need some time, just some time . . .”

The hopeful air in her voice makes me cry out and flow faster, harder . . .

The silver pulls my eyes open, and I can see her, me, the Domina, or me, or someone, so silvery, so pretty, standing in front of me, smiling sadly . . . “We’ll be together soon, Sarah . . . You and me, one and the same, together forever . . .”

“Aren’t . . . we . . .?” I whimper through the pleasure, trying so hard to speak, but I know half of it is lost to moans as she reaches out and runs her hands over my body, through the silver energy . . . “Mmmm soooo good!”

“We are . . . We are always connected . . . We are always so close to one another . . . And one day . . . I will make our bond even stronger . . .” Her lips press to mine, and the silver dives deeper inside of me, somehow, feeling like its searing me away and replacing me, making me nothing but silver, inside and out, silver energy, silver bliss . . .

“Wake up . . .”

My eyes flutter awake, and I’m on the bed I grew up sleeping in, the same bed, in the same room, moaning, my own hand down between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit desperately. It feels soooo nice to come out of a dream so aroused, so close to an orgasm, so . . .

“Domina!” I try to muffle the cry but I can’t. Calling out my own future self’s alias, I melt back down onto my bed from a high arch, shuddering, quivering, and flowing with pure wanton lust . . .

At first I feel alone, so it’s okay that just happened, but as my eyes struggle to focus . . .

On one side of me is Susan, and on the other, the strange silver eye’d woman that called me Lucia . . . The woman that my mother called Lida . . .

I look back and forth between the two, embarrassed, humiliated, afraid, confused . . . and then close my eyes with a sharp whimper. “Mommy . . . what’s going on . . .”

When an unfamiliar hand caresses my cheek, my eyes flash open. It’s Lida, her Silver eyes looking so pretty, so familiar in a sweet way as she sighs, watching my worry with a very sad expression. “It’ll be all right, my dear Lucia. . . Everything will be all right. I don’t know exactly what happened, but you needed my help, so here I am . . .”

“I said mommy, not scary lady with silver eyes who looks way too familiar . . . Lida, right . . .?” I try to crack a weak smile, but the hurt expression on Lida’s face makes me wince. Why would that make her wince . . .

“Yes, Lucia . . . My name is Lida, and . . . Susan, mayhaps you should explain it to her . . .?” Lida reaches down to her bustline, and pills her shades out from the cleavage of her odd mystical looking clothing. “I thought, when she called that out, that she could tell, that she knew, or . . .”

Two plus two ads up to five, and it seems to be right, even if five can’t be the answer. Lida does have black hair like mine, silver eyes like I used to, we look a lot alike, but . . . Susan is my mother . . .

Susan sighs and strokes my hair as I embarrassedly try to shift back under the covers I somehow found my way atop. “Sarah . . . Lida and I . . . Lida is a witch, and we . . . I didn’t believe her when she said it was possible, but I never loved a man, and I wanted to have a family so much, and Lida and I . . . We were so very much in love, I hoped that if it could work, the three of us could be a family, mother, mother, and daughter . . .”

My eyes go wide. Wide is just not an apt description when it feels like my eyes are going to be torn out of my head. “No. No, that doesn’t work, two women can’t . . . Can’t just . . . That doesn’t . . . and quit calling me Lucia, my name is Sarah . . .”

Lida looks hurt again and sighs, bowing her head. A witch . . . If she is my mother, my mother is a witch, like Yanta, like Yanuka . . . and odds are . . . like me. That would explain a bit about the Domina . . .

“To me, my little daughter, you will always me Lucia . . . Always . . .” She adjusts her glasses and then bows her head, going silent. Susan just stares back and forth between us, on the verge of tears. I don’t know what to believe, what to do, who to trust, what to . . . I know how much a head can be screwed with, mom’s memories could be fake, or this Lida woman could be a poor victim as much as I am but . . .

Like Lida said, I could feel it, in that mind bore given fetishist stupor, I could feel it, I could feel a connection to Lida, I truly could. “I . . . I need some time, to think . . . I’m sorry Mom, about trying to get you to . . . I just . . . need to think . . . or . . .”

The two of them nod, and Lida wraps her arm around Susan. I want to scream or whimper or something, but if they’re my mommies, then . . . Then why did she abandon us? Why so many things, how . . .

“Take all the time you need, little Lucia . . . We’ll be waiting for you when you feel like coming out of your room.”

Shifting on my bed, not only do I feel like a little brattish girl, but I feel just as clueless and unknowledgeable as one. My whole world is being flipped around, and I don’t know whether to be hopeful, confused, or afraid, or angry or . . .

That hope that this turned out for the best is losing it’s persistence . . .