The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nebula Volume IV: Nebulous Struggle

It takes so much willpower to leave the limo. It took so much willpower to do what I did in the limo ? or a different loss of will than I’ve been surrendering to lately. I’m not sure which would be something to be proud of. All I know, is that now I own Rachel. She had a crush on me and now she’s mine. I can use this to usurp her, to take control . . .

If I’m in control of the company and the band it’ll be okay. I can find a way to do right by my band while still keeping us together. I know I can.

“So just what was Mistress’s plan for us anyway?” Waiting silently for Rachel to unlock the door is boring. Of course, I’m leaning back against Nikki to feel her strong arms holding me, and kneading Heather’s ass to keep my hands busy, but I don’t feel like being silent. If I can be in control, I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t talk if I want to. I want to sing my song how and when I want to, not at beck and call.

“F-for you to enjoy each other, to bond . . . for you to enhance their obedience, though she felt it was somewhat of a moot point.” Rachel can’t stop shuddering, and watching it is enough to make me clench. The key keeps hitting just beside the lock, and I savor watching her struggle to succeed.

Sometimes Sarah would spark Valerie just a little bit too much, and I could tell. Sarah might be able to share her light, but she can’t drain out every last little aftershock. Use enough silver and there’s no way to get rid of it besides waiting,

My powers are probably just the same, except I can’t even try to end the effect.

Heather moans as I grasp her ass a little tighter before wrapping my arms around her to pull her ass back against me. “Sounds fun. I have a little bit of a change of plans in mind, though. I think we’ll work a little on realigning some things. I think you deserve a raise, Rachel, and so do we. Mistress . . . we’ll put her on a whole new pay scale.”

My cheeks hurt from grinning, and moaning, but more from grinning. The thought of paying Her is orgasms as opposed to money is impossible to resist considering. I think I could even have her thinking it was her own idea.

Finally Rachel slides the key into place and Leigh whimpers. I’m sure she was enjoying Tasha’s body pressing against her. There will be plenty of time for that later, and they should all know that by now. I don’t intend to stop our bonding sessions.

There’s a reason that Mistress thought we would all make excellent eye candy.

The door opens, and about the last thing I expect is the first thing I hear. “What took you so long? My . . . business didn’t take nearly as long as I worried it would. The way some people in the industry act, you’d think they thought themselves Jesse Colloten herself!” Mistress. Mistress is there.

Something deep inside of my head rings out like a very, very loud bell and I scream in ecstasy. Something was hidden in there that I never remembered. She must have done things I don’t remember.

“Come in, come in . . . Hmmm, Rachel, I thought I remembered putting your clothes back on a little . . . neater than that. You look positively flush! I imagine the six of you had a fun limo ride?” Her voice is unsuspecting, but I can’t even feel the silver or mist inside of my fingertips. I know it’s there, but those parts of me feel numb. Something grabs me, something already inside of me, and I feel myself walking into the room as Rachel leads the way.

Fuck.

“Yessss . . . Sylvia made me all misty and sparkly . . . Mmmmm . . . was so yummy. She let me kneel between her legs and mmmmm . . .” Rachel’s mind is either torn by the multiple vectors of control, or . . . well I never told her to ignore Mistress. I didn’t think at all. I thought somehow I could covertly use Rachel against Mistress, take back control . . .

How could I be so dumb to think it would be so easy? “Oh? And did the five of you enjoy your first outing all together? All at once now, I want unison!”

Her voice doesn’t sound upset. It just sounds like she knows. Oh goddess I can’t hide the look of terror in my eyes at all. I whimper just a moment before all five of us moan a long slow “yes” in perfect sync. I’m not sure if I’m the one who decided to comply or not. It might not have been a decision so much as another edict. Her eyes glitter in their powerful seductive way, and I shudder in spite of myself. I wanted it, to be a toy wound up to sing on stage with such a perfectly selected band, but it’s not mine. It’s hers. Hers.

Mistress grins and slowly steps closer, so close, before she moves past me to close and then lock the door. “All of you know where the couch is. Take a seat.” Her voice is dripping with something like satisfaction. I’m not entirely sure what it is. All I know is it scares me twice as much as it turns me on.

It’s a very big couch, and there’s nothing any of us can do to resist her. At least it’s a very comfy couch, and I have Heather and Nikki on either side of me. Nikki could take Mistress easily ? or could have, if I hadn’t smoothed out her will.

Mistress sits across from us on her cozy chair. She likes calling it her throne away from work. “Sylvia, you don’t exactly seem like you’re behaving. Did my little slave get to thinking naughty thoughts? Did she start thinking she could use my own toy against me? Rachel, kneel at your usual place and tell Sylvia who owns you. Tell us all just who owns you, Rachel. I think we could all use some clarification on the topic of just who is in control.”

Rachel whines, seeming as if for a moment she’s pulled towards me, but then sighs as she shifts over to settle down to kneel just to the right of Mistress. Her back is arched. Her legs are spread. The last of the remaining cognizance drains from her mind. “M-mistress owns me.”

“See? Your powers are impressive, I’ll grant you that, but I wouldn’t have chosen you if I didn’t know I was a match for them. See Rachel here? The changes to her are not just mere tweaks to the way she thinks and processes. Rachel is a construct. When I met her, Rachel was named Veronica. She had a keen business sense, and a keen way of getting underfoot. So, I bought her out.” Mistress’s voice has an intensity I’ve never heard before. It’s cold, calculating, but at the same time warm ? just only in her own direction. “Not with money, of course. I etched myself into her mind.”

“Y-you . . .” I stutter and struggle, trying to find some way to call her cruel and horrid, but my lips don’t move, and my song is turning traitor all over again. It’s encouraging the thought of what she did to Veroni-Rachel, only in a horrific direction. It shouldn’t be hot! It should be terrifying! She took a woman and made her even change her name. She changed her brain . . .

Mistress nods and reaches down, her hand slowly stroking along Rachel’s hair. “Yes. Me. I’ve done all of that, and more. Worse. My limits are few and far between, Sylvia. Of course going so extreme without due reason calls undue attention. I don’t indulge such desires often. I rarely have the desire to push my luck.”

All I can do is stare, but around me, the band is moaning and writhing. Nikki’s hand is even between her legs and rubbing so very firmly and quickly. Leigh’s hands are tracing along the curves of her impressive breasts. All of them, rubbing themselves, touching themselves, and I’m sitting as still as I can manage to sit. My mouth doesn’t quite shut, just stays open and trembles helplessly.

Sarah even told me that while she loved Jesse, when she learned what she was capable of it stung deeper than anything ever had. I didn’t believe her then, but I do now. I can’t . . . can’t believe she’d . . . so hot . . . so wrong!

“You don’t seem to understand something here, Sylvia. You may have chosen to submit, but you chose to submit to a game where the rules are as such: you are whatever I want you to be, whenever I want you to be. The only way out is if I release you, and with a body like that with a voice to match, the odds are incredibly low that you’ll ever be so unlucky.” Mistress’s eyes hood as she runs her fingers through Rachel’s hair a moment before yanking it back, hard. Rachel screams, and then falls silent. Her nipples harden anew under her top. “See? She is as I tell her to be.”

“Mmmm me too . . .” Tasha’s voice feels like betrayal. I’m trying to fight loose don’t want to be free, want to be enslaved anew and like the dirty little slut I am her quick submissive voice steals from the power of my struggle. She was the first when we all met who mimicked my introduction. Before we even met she’d lost too much.

Her eyes are already so glazed. Her mind is already so lost. Just like I wish mine were. The song’s thoughts are getting louder and stronger and it’s harder and only getting closer to impossible to resist taking them as my own.

Her song . . . took my song, that force of will just isn’t what it used to be.

She laughs, a voice of triumph and taunting cruelty. It echoes in my ears louder than anything I’ve ever heard before. I can hear it resonating in my mind, making me helpless. I can’t focus on anything quite like I can focus on her. Everything else just feels slippery. Only she seems real. Only she seems perfect. Only Mistress is worthy of obedience.

Her voice interrupting is the only thing that makes me realize I’ve just been blankly staring at her. “You have a strong will, Sylvia. And you’re spoiled. You behaved just fine until now. Was it because I didn’t congratulate you personally? Was it that the show wasn’t everything you’d planned? Honestly, it doesn’t matter. What it all comes down to is that we need to break that out of you. We need to break you, and teach you that obedience is not a choice. I was so thrilled to hear your willing submission I lost sight of a very simple truth. Willing or not, a slave shouldn’t think their choice matters. You are disposable. Not yet, but some day. It seems we need to remind you of this simple truth.”

“Nnnnn . . . Song is already reminding me . . . Mistresssss . . .” The moan tears its way out of my throat all on its own, and I fall back into the couch’s cushions with a pitiful whine. “Can hear it, feel it . . . S-so loud . . . So strong . . .”

And it’s only getting louder. Oceans of sound crash into me. That same song. Our song. Her song. The song she uses to control me. How I took control of it earlier I don’t know, but I do know it will never be enough to break free. It binds me. It pins me. It makes me writhe. My eyes flutter under their lids and I whimper at how helpless it makes me feel.

What she did to Veronica is so hot. She destroyed her, she remade her into what she was born to be: Mistress’s slave. She is Mistress’s toy, just like I am. Just like Tasha. There’s no resistance for the torrent of thoughts flowing in my own mind. I doubt my earlier feelings of rebellion were even enough mine to count. Nothing is really mine anymore. I’m Hers. I’m my Mistress’s slut.

“I know. I can tell. You’re humming it under your breath just like we commanded you to.” She smirks, or her voice just sounds like it. I can’t tell. My eyes aren’t open, but somehow I can tell. “We left a lot you aren’t even consciously aware of, you know. We even made it so you wouldn’t realize it. You aren’t my first.”

She laughs again, and I can feel each little laugh making my clit throb. Even if it’s at my failure, I’m giving Mistress pleasure, and that’s something to be proud of. That’s something to revel in. “Soooo helpless . . . yours . . .”

Mistress is so powerful, and I didn’t even know how powerful until I tried to push back. I don’t even know if I’ll remember this later. I’m not sure which would be hotter, if I could, or couldn’t. What’s best is that it isn’t my decision to make. Goddess, I love this song so much! It makes the world perfect. It reminds me how to think. It reminds me who I am. Nothing is better than this.

“Yes, you are, Sylvia. You’re mine. But it’s obvious that you’re unstable. Not in a way where I’ll need to find a way to dispose of your body, of course. Just, as I said, we’ll need to break you. We’ll need to break you so hard you forget what it was like to be whole. I think you’ll enjoy it. I’ll make you enjoy it.” She laughs again, and I shudder. “We’ll give you a real mental makeover. Rachel had one. Joan had one. Shannon had one. How do you think such a young woman made it so far?”

If she does that . . . oh and Sarah would never think to look in my head. Aurora is the super heroine, and she’s on the news. I’m the singer and my mind is in Mistress’s hands, right where it belongs. It’s so deliciously twisted. I love it. “Mmmmm mind fucked her way to the top!”

“Precisely. Now, we’re going to start tearing away at Sylvia.” My eyes flutter forward, and I stare at Mistress’s hand as she raises it up high. She snaps her fingers, and I feel myself stiffen at attention with a gasp. “Nikki, Heather, Leigh, Tasha . . . Sylvia needs to learn how to be a good girl. You four are going to help. To start, strip off all of her clothes. Disobedient slaves don’t have permission to wear them.”

All four of them moan out an obedient chorus of “Yes Mistress!” before descending on me. So drunk on the song, and so helpless from its effects, all I can do is obey. Since I haven’t been commanded to do anything, that means merely staying limp and feeling them tear at my clothes.

They don’t rip at them of course ? they’re Mistress’s not mine ? but it feels so powerful to have them torn off. I can’t even hope to struggle with all of their hands pulling and tugging. My top is pulled off. My skirt is pulled off. My bra unsnaps and falls away. Mistress’s panties are tugged off and away. My heels are pulled off of my legs. It feels so affirmed ? my helplessness, and my renewed surrender. How I could believe I could escape I don’t know.

“Excellent. Sylvia might be a leader when it comes to stage presence, but here she’s just a helpless thrall.” The waves of sound redouble, hitting me harder and faster. I can hear my own voice inside of it, singing a mantra of obedience. I wonder if she recorded that without me remembering, too.

I can feel my heat, my swirling purple and silver mist, still vainly struggling inside of me. Why, I don’t know. I just know it doesn’t matter what it tries to do. It wont succeed unless Mistress wishes it to.

“Now, on the floor. I want her on her hands and knees. Now.” Hands grab me, and I can’t turn my head fast enough to see who grabs me where. All I know is suddenly I’m on the floor, face down, legs bent and half under me. “You’ll need to help for this one. slave! On your hands and knees, and I want to see those helplessly lost eyes of yours.”

My body shakes and trembles as I slide my hands out to boost myself up, and try to look up to Mistress. I can feel my arms shaking under my own weight, even though I’m on my knees. I can’t see through the fuzz in my eyes. All I can do is whimper and clench. “Yessss Mistress . . .” The song feels so loud from down here on my knees. It’s so incredibly powerful. I can hear it almost as loudly as I can hear my own heartbeat.

Slick. Incredibly slick. Between that and the song, I’m nothing else.

“Look at her, Nikki. She was stronger-willed than even you. She just didn’t see any point in resisting at first, and now that she has she sees there’s no point in trying. And that’s the point, Sylvia. You can’t resist me.” The side of her foot rubs against my cheek, and then rises up, the bottom of her foot pushing down on my head.

It’s hard, but I try to push myself up in spite of her pushing. She told me to kneel, and I’m trying so hard to obey. My legs tremble in the arousing sensation of her pushing down on my head that feels like she’s pushing down my mind.

With a sharp whine my arms fly out from under me, and her foot pushes my head down against the carpet.

“This is your place. Subdued. Crushed. Dominated. Even your special powers do not elevate you any higher than flat on your face unless I deem it so. Even Rachel, with her many long years of loyalty, does not possess any greater level of control. The illusion suits me, but is an illusion none the less.” Her foot pushes my head down harder for a brief moment, and then it lifts up and away. “You are only a woman because I enjoy women. You are only a singer because I like your voice, and others do too. Rachel happens to have a taste for more than your voice. It means nothing if I say it means nothing.”

Her words echo in my hollow head like divine edicts passed down from up high. All I can do is relent to them and feel them conditioning me. All I can feel is what she wants me to feel. All I can be is what she wants me to be.

The tip of her foot presses to my forehead and gives a hard shove, almost like a kick made gentler, before Mistress sighs. “But your denigration can provide other functions. I’m not being very efficient with you, but I never seem to be. Your band needs to learn a special lesson, and so do you. We can do both at once. All of you are just as enslaved, and just as interchangeable. I feel like spending some private time with Rachel tonight, but the five of you can keep each other fulfilled.”

She pauses, and I can hear her pause as though it were audible. I can hear her rise just as clearly, but I blame the chair for that. “Sylvia is not allowed off of the floor for the rest of the night, but you can still use her for so much on her back, on her face, whatever comes to mind. Fuck her until you don’t want to anymore, tell her to fuck you however you want, and then enjoy each other. When you’re done, shower off and curl to sleep together. Of course, it goes without saying that Sylvia isn’t included in the shower, or the cuddling. That is a privilege for obedient slaves. Until tomorrow morning, ta little slaves.”

Hands flip me over onto my back. Strong hands. I know their touches too well to mistake that for anyone but Nikki’s. My eyes are still too fuzzy to see clearly but the sound of rustling clothing followed by Nikki’s taste against my lips gives me a good mental picture of what’s happening. “Mmmm . . . fuck me, Sylvia. Fuck me for Mistress.” Nikki’s voice has none of her rebellion, only her obedience.

I taught her that . . .

Mewling I reach out my tongue and obey. My hands rise to try to hold her closer, but she pins down my arms as she arches to my mouth with a loud moan. “No, just lick, suck . . . obey. No hands . . .”

I would whimper or moan out a yes if I were able, but I’m not. All I can do is use my mouth to make Nikki wither and moan. Bare legs press on either side of both of mine, and I can feel the two of my other fellow slaves grind their pussies down against my legs. Hands rub all along my body, lips taste, kiss, nip, and suckle, but each touch is more about their desire than my pleasure and I lose myself in the waves of bliss.

Hours of just being touched, of just being used pass by. It might just be an hour, it may be a matter of minutes, I can’t tell. I just obey, moving when told to move, moaning when told to moan, but otherwise, I do nothing. I am Mistress’s slave.

That’s all that matters.