The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jessica’s tired eyes looking obediently into mine fill me with satisfaction and make the afterglow sweeter than it ever could any other way. Oh, don’t get me wrong—the sex was amazing. Just thinking about the way her tongue assaulted my clit as I dangled my pendant between her eyes and told her how the taste of my pussy was melting her into helpless obedience is hot enough to get me ready to go all over again. The fuzzy feeling her eyes give just makes it that much nicer to know I don’t have to do a thing but look into those eyes and stroke her cheek.

She would do anything I told her, if only I would tell her to do anything but just melt against me. Her thighs are slick around one of my own, and I grind myself faintly against her with a moan. Her bed is more than comfortable enough, and her body atop mine is purely dreamy. Things were never this hot with us when she had a mind during sex.

A part of me is tempted to keep her a mind fried little obedient sex slave, but that wasn’t why I came here. I need a tailor, not a fuck buddy. Both in one could be a good idea, but part of why I chose her was to make it harder for people to trace me not to make it so I’d be caught with my panties down.

The stray thought makes me wonder if the police will ever be looking for Silver Girl or Sarah LaSilvas for anything that happened with Chronos. I helped with far too many enlistments for my name not to be plastered all over her files. If I’m really not in there, someone is covering this up. Maybe Jade, the heroine of the day, pulled some strings.

It’s something to be curious about, but being curious in itself is not a very useful thing to be if nothing comes of it.

Slowly I strike Jessica’s cheek one last time before sliding the hand to behind her head, gently pulling ever so softly. “Higher, little pet . . . Higher . . .” Doing as she’s told she slowly arches up and moves as I direct, until her head moves from resting on my breasts to hovering above my own.

My nipples still tingle at the memory of her ravenous suckling as she’d grinded her whole body against mine. I’d wanted to spark in that way to make her lips unable to pull back, but the effect had happened even without the metallic aid.

Her own nipples are still hard as they rub against my breasts and I grind in such a way to try and make our nipples kiss. Just the briefest of such touches makes me cry out as my whole body shakes. Good sex adds a whole new level of sensitivity to everything that just needs to be felt to be believed.

“Mmm, you make me very, very happy Jessica. Almost happy enough for me to consider actually just staying like this forever . . .”

For just a moment Jessica’s sweetly helpless eyes look sad and it hurts me deeper than any pain I’ve ever felt before. If The Lady had ever said anything like that to me I would have had my heart broken. Well, any time after a certain point. If she’d done that sooner then well, none of this would have happened, and my life would be a lot more boring.

I have to be a hell of a lot more careful with my words when a pretty girl is just this damned melty all over me. She’s still dripping against my leg, and that makes my whole body clench pleasantly to realize. Even if I made a mistake, she’s still far too craving right now to notice it unless I allow her to.

There’s no way to describe how hot that makes me feel.

A girl could get used to this . . .

I am used to this . . . And it is every bit as nice as it seems . . .

Shaking my head I stare into Jessica’s deep pretty eyes, and slowly stroke my hand down along her body, and idly grasp and play with a firm and very tender nipple. Her mouth opens wider and her eyes hood more as she gasps helplessly and wettens all the more against me. I’ve never felt anyone get so wet.

I won’t become Dust, I won’t become The Domina, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy life’s simple pleasures.

Slowly, I run my fingertip along the very tip of her nipple, and then twist hard. Her whole body shakes and she yelps, staring all the more devotedly into my eyes. “Good little slaves get pleasure, and pleasure makes good little slaves even better. You won’t be my slave forever, but you will always be very helpful . . . Won’t you?”

“Yeeeees, Sarah . . .” Her eyes nearly cross as she groans in pleasure and clenches her thighs hard around my leg, grinding herself against me. “Always sooo helpful, anything you eeever want, ever . . . Goood little slave . . .”

In between every word is a cute little coo or mewl, and I can’t stop myself from wriggling against her and grinding back against her. Every small part of her oozes devotion and serene focus. Maybe a careful use of trance would be possible in Midas for my own protection.

It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had, at least.

Being a warrior of trance, both using it as defense and offence could allow me to use all that Midas taught me to repay the debt us orphans of Jesse have . . .

She was our mother, in a sick, kinky, unbearably arousing way.

“I just need you to make me a very special suit . . . I’ve already plotted out the specs, or the look, more or less . . . You should probably re-measure me, I don’t think all of the extra bust went away after a lovely group of women turned me into a bit of a cow . . .” Grinning to myself I stork her cheek with the faintest bit of a devilish grin.

Jessica just agrees. What choice does she really have?

“In fact . . . I wanna give it another go before we go out shopping for the materials you’ll need. So why don’t we make measuring a sexy little bit of fun, huh?” Jessica moans at the suggestion, and my fingers playing with her dark nipples.

Slowly she shambles off of me and disappears for a moment out of the room, only to come back with a very familiar yellow measuring tape. Just seeing it makes me tighten in all the right places, and she slowly steps closer and closer in obvious arousal herself. “Mmm . . . Very fuuun . . .”

I force myself to sit up, and I’m rewarded with the measuring tape slowly sliding up along the inside of my leg and pressing just beside the outer curve of my wet lips. “And keep track of it aaaall . . . mmm . . . In your head . . . With my voice this deep in your mind, my sweet pendant can make sure you don’t forget a single number . . . Isn’t that right . . .?”

Oh, no one could ever convince me hypnosis doesn’t have its perks.

“Yesss . . .” She moans as she wraps the tape around my bust, right over my nipples, and moves behind me to tenderly tug. I’m not sure if this is actually useful, but it feels nice to have my nipples harden all the more inside of the tight embrace. “They have . . . Mmm grown a little . . .”

Maybe I’ll be lucky and all of my enemies will somehow enhance my features. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “Very good girl . . . Mmm . . . And once we’re done with this, once you’re done making me my uniform . . . You don’t need to worry about remembering this . . . Because all we did was spend time talking . . . Apologizing . . . And all of this sexfun . . . Was just a fantasy . . .”

“Mmm, I remember . . . Its just a game . . . This is all in my mind . . .” Of course, this might make her miss me a little, but at lest she won’t be looking for me. It would be too awkward to want me back in her life after such strange fantasies . . .

Slowly, I pull the measuring tape away from her, and grasp the back of her head before drawing her into a passionate kiss. Our lips mesh and for what feels like an eternity I can’t tell where I end and she begins. Her lips are so soft, and they feel like a part of me as her body melts into mine. Our chests move in breathing in perfectly opposite patterns, like two parts of a machine in perfect harmony.

If this can be had outside of entranced sex, then I can’t wait to experience that in good time.

My fingers slowly rub down over her sides, feeling the tone of her body and her sleek skin. “Measure me later . . . In fact . . . Right now . . . Just let me be the giver here . . . You just have to react . . . Just obey the pleasure of my touches . . .”

“Yesss, Sarah . . .” Tenderly I lay Jessica back and stroke my fingers lower down to feel where her legs seamlessly melt into the rest of her. The skin there is always so tender, and right now it’s also wet with that same sweet slickness skin gets when it’s soapy though this is most definitely not soap.

Her whole body quivers as I nibble up along her thigh, rubbing myself against her leg. Being pleasured by a helpless woman is arousing and all, but pleasuring a helpless woman always makes me feel better somehow. Just laying back and being nipped on is erotic, but making a woman just lay there and react how you want her to as you touch her in the most intimate way you can, it’s such a hot thrill.

All she can do is react. All she can be is an object. A hot, sexy sex object wrapped in ski with parted legs and damp inner thighs . . .

A girl could get used to this—it’s a shame that girl can’t be me.

“Mmm, and I expect you to cum until your sweet little pussy is sore . . . Then I’ll lick it all better . . .”

It feels like an eternity later, but later that same day my hot little wardrobe slave is able to finish my new uniform. Of course, it’s much easier to get work done quickly when all of your body, mind, and soul are putting their all into it.

Half way through the day I dropped mom and mom a line, but it was unnecessary and they knew it. I’m fine. The pendant really does do wonders though—all of that sex and my heart feels fine. It doesn’t feel winded or like it’s going to tear it’s way out of my chest so in a climactic battle to the entrancing I shouldn’t end up wheezing like I was before.

Boots, black and just barely past my knee, were a must. A girl has to have some fashion sense, and sneakers just don’t work for anyone trying to look imposing. They click just enough when I walk, and that can sound very imposing on a nearly abandoned rooftop or in a long echoing alleyway.

After all, even if my figure can’t strike fear . . . it may as well make a sexy sound as it approaches.

Above that, between my thighs, starts the leotard. It’s just a classic leotard that actually reminds me of my days when I used to fantasize going to the Olympics as a gymnast. Well, in my fantasies I was a gymnast, figure skater, and swimmer. Still, the leotard clings to my body just perfectly to accentuate all of my curves and even displays a fair share of cleavage to better draw eyes to my mesmerizing little pendant.

Gloves cover my hands, but they aren’t just any gloves. My fingers are all bare except for both middle fingers with a tarnished but still shining silver ring clasping into place just after the second knuckle. Another silvery ring clicks around my wrists and two additional rings that also form the end of the gloves and also wrap around my arm for a look about halfway between my elbow and shoulder.

What’s a super heroine without a pair of really snazzy “no way you could get away with it anywhere else” gloves? Well Wonder Woman might not have ever needed gloves but she and I are entirely different women.

I hope, or else I am a lot more narcissistic than even The Domina let on.

The gloves and the leotard are made of a glittery material that sparkles in the faintest of light and looks like an off shade of rusty steel. Well, in this case we’ll pretend it looks like rusted silver.

Covering the area right around my eyes and perfectly circling around the back of my head under my tied up hair is a mask made of that same perfectly glittery material. My hair is kept up by a silvery ring, and I intend to let that get a little bit damaged with time.

Around my waist is a silver belt with a multitude of compartments. It may not be certified by any rat with wings, but it’s plenty useful enough. At the moment I don’t have a lot to fill it with, but until I do it’s a nice place to stash keys and an extra bit of Chap Stick.

“Oh, it’s perfect, it’s truly perfect . . .” The full length mirror that Jessica keeps around is just perfect to twirl in front of and look at the newest protector of hypnotic justice.

“I’m . . . mmmmm glad, Sarah . . .” Jessica is practically salivating. I’m sure one set of her lips are. The suit looks sexy enough to make me feel a little warmer just at glancing in the mirror, but half of that has to be that it still feels like I’m looking at someone else without my old silver sheen.

The clock tells me how late it is, and I really have no excuse. I need to fry her mind and speed off into the night to spend one more night with my family before going off on a little soul searching and skill building trip . . . and then back home.

Sighing, I reach up and slide the leotard off of my shoulders, and then slowly slide it down my body. “Jessica . . . One last time . . . Before this has to become a dream . . .” Jessica eagerly complies, crawling over to lick and moan as she rubs herself with a frenzied pace.

You never need to tell a well trained slave twice.