The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When I wake up this time, I’m dressed. They aren’t my clothes, but I don’t care. Then again, nothing is really mine anymore. That’s what being a possession is all about. It’s about being someone else’s property. I’m someone else’s property.

I don’t feel like I just woke up, it’s strange. I’m sore, exceptionally sore in some places, but at least this skirt is really cute. It’s white, billowing, covered in black outlines of stars. The top matches and shows just enough cleavage to be eye-catching but not slutty. The bra is new, too. I don’t remember my breasts looking quite this impressive.

I definitely don’t mind that.

At least the shoes were mine, once: a cute white pair of high-heeled sneakers.

It feels strange not to have Mistress’s voice or the music playing in my mind, but I know I can’t spend every moment like that. That doesn’t stop me from wanting it, but I don’t think it’s supposed to. I hope not, because I don’t know if I’d be able to obey that even with the song helping. Still, even without Mistress here to instruct me, I remember what I need to do. I’m not sure how I know Valerie is waiting for me at the bottom of the elevator.

I wonder how much they pulled out of my mind. Mistress made it sound like all they really did was put things inside. Important elevators are another thing that runs in the family.

The hallway outside the conference room feels so familiar, like I’ve been Mistress’s all my life. It’s an odd, but welcome feeling. Already my mind is wrapping around my new role as if it’s always been there. I wonder how long all of that took. Feels like I was in Mistress’s lap for a year.

Once inside the elevator I click the button for the ground floor, and wait. The elevator and I have a lot in common. When left to our own devices we’ll just go up and down, but we’re always just waiting for someone to shove in a key, turn it just so, and use us only as they want us to be used. Fire? Pleasure? They’re just reasons someone has to give us the key.

As the doors open I can see my mother. Valerie. Her eyes look so fuzzy and lost, such gorgeous violet eyes looking even more delicious lost in a fog of my Mistress’s design, but then they focus instantly as soon as she realizes the eyes looking into hers are mine. It’s rather hard to mistake the only girl in the world with silver and amethyst eyes as anyone else. It’s a shame. I loved seeing her like that.

Hopefully I’ll get another chance.

“Sylvia! I’m glad that went so well. You’re making more than I am and you’re only eighteen!” Oh if only she knew just how much I would be making. That would be a delicious revelation to see come over her face, and then to sizzle away with the powers she half gifted me with. “And this is just the start.”

“The money isn’t what’s important to me, Mom. You know that.” Still, I force myself to grin so wide it almost hurts. It does hurt a little, actually, but not enough for me to care. “These guys are the real deal here. I’m going to start recording soon as Wednesday if everything goes according to plan. After I meet the rest of the band they’re going to be looking at shoving some small local venues at us. Miss Corvi really likes my nickname, too. Might end up with that as a stage name.”

I’ve never seen Valerie look so happy. Her eyes are literally misty and her skin is almost glowing with it. I hug her close and savor the connection her mist forges between us when we’re this close. She can’t read my thoughts, but she can feel my emotions. Thanks to my own body flowing with the same mist, even filled with the additional points of silver light, I can feel her just as clearly.

Between the two of us the strongest feeling is contentment. I can feel it resonating back and forth between us, twining and growing stronger. It feels good to know my mommy is so happy and proud of me. I wish my other mother were alive to see this . . .

I wonder if she can feel the undercurrent of arousal that obeying Mistress gives me. Even calling her Miss Corvi to Mom felt like a sharp burst of pleasure. Such simple acts feel so amazing now.

Why would Sarah have ever felt enough inner conflict to bring about the end of Chronos? It makes no sense to me. If The Lady made her feel half as good as Mistress makes me feel, she’s a lot sillier than I ever thought. Maybe it has something to do with that whole heroic streak. If The Lady had just catered to that better, maybe . . . maybe broken her down a little smaller. Then again, her light might have popped all of it. That would have been worse.

“I know, Sylvia. Still, it is important to people who like stuff and things. You just be sure to put a lot of it away for when you’re older. I know you’ll do amazing, well enough to never need to do a day of normal work in your life, but it’s still a good idea . . .” Mmm. I can see in my mother’s eyes just how little she understands what’s going on. It’s amazing.

She won’t feel the slightest drop of deceit in me, either. I’m not hiding anything from her. She knows exactly what she needs to know. She even knows what she shouldn’t, even if she doesn’t remember it. Of course, that only makes it better for both of us.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe she’s old enough to be my mother, but at times like these I don’t care. There’s so much appeal in a woman that won’t even begin showing an age past thirty until . . . who knows. Grandma Lida still looks young, if not as young as my parents. She’s full-blooded witch-or-whatever, but who knows if that matters.

“I know. So, ready to call Sarah and then head back? I can handle it on my own here. Miss Corvi will look out for me and the hotel room is paid through the week and after that I’ll have more than enough cash to find a place . . .” Inside my mother’s eyes I can see a bit of debate, a bit of struggle, but through our link I can feel how eager she is to agree. She’s going to go back to Midas, leaving me to my delicious fate. I only have to pretend to still be the Sylvia they know until Valerie boards that plane.

Then . . . even I don’t know who I’ll become. The thought makes my body writhe. Valerie doesn’t react. Mmm . . . sizzling mist curls around my fingertips as I hug Valerie closer. So temping to just trail them through her hair, order her back to my room to finish what we started in Aurora’s car.

That would be perfect, you know . . . then, in case Sarah does go plunging through Valerie’s head, Sarah would suspect you instead of Mistress. We get one last taste of Mother, to protect Mistress . . .

I love that voice in my mind, the voice of the song, of the autopilot that is ever-ready to guide me in case I find some way or desire to rebel. I think I’ll take her advice. Maybe I could refuse her if I disagreed with her, but there’s no reason to. It makes all of us happy. It’s not as if Mommy won’t enjoy it . . . I’ll make sure she does.

Valerie sighs dreamily for a moment, and I pull back the mist from my fingers. I don’t want to have to carry her back to my room. She’s not heavy by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m not my sister.

Her eyes flutter open a little wider and she smiles a little more softly before speaking. “Sure. Well, not so quick. I think I’ll leave tomorrow so we can have a little more time together. That eager to get rid of me?” There’s an imperceivable edge to her voice that if she wasn’t misting I wouldn’t recognize. I think a part of her is already prepared for tonight.

Mistress gave me such a sweet surprise!

“Oh no, I want to spend some time together like you wouldn’t believe, I’m just a little excited. It’s making me feel a little rushed. Nothing else to do here for the day and nothing else is really on my mind . . . we have the rest of the day, and the night, to spend together. I hope you don’t mind if I’m not in the mood to go around like a tourist?” Mom would stay if she’d taken time off work any other way. She’ll probably be back – with Sarah – to be shown around the city sooner or later, but I want her all to myself today.

She laughs, breaking the hug and starting to lead the way out. I follow, and try not to show just how eager I am. “I understand. This is a big step for you anyway. You’re probably a little more afraid of being all alone out here then you want to admit. Normally I wouldn’t leave you like this but . . . everything will be fine sweetie. I know it.”

She knows it the same way and for the same reason I know it.

Music can have such a strong effect on people.

Talking to Sarah was so delicious. She was encouraging, happy for me, and so oblivious to the truth. She even dropped a joke or two about watching out for a Newton’s Cradle. An office decoration has no power next to the recording booth. Comparing them is almost insulting.

She assumes nothing. She says something about Aurora going to California to meet some of her family, but I ignore most of it. I don’t care. It’s not like she matters to me like that anymore.

Mistress didn’t leave me to wake up all on my own.

Finally, everything is out of the way and I can enjoy some time with just Valerie and me all alone in my room. It didn’t even take any work to convince her to stay in mine. Her maternal instincts are drawing her to me better than a magnet. Since we left Soaring Phoenix my anticipation has been rising. By now I’d say soaring is an understatement. My mouth feels dry and it’s not because I’m thirsty.

“So I . . . I wanted to talk to you about something, something very important.” We’re sitting on my bed together, with no one expecting us and nothing for us to do. There’s no reason to delay this any longer. “About . . . what happened . . . in the car . . .”

Valerie pulls a little bit away, her face paling in a way that makes her look like prey. Maybe Mom sizzled away what Aurora unknowingly did to me, but I can still remember how it felt. I still remember how I thought. All of the memories are there, they just don’t control me.

Only Mistress controls me now.

She doesn’t look at me, but she looks in my direction. What I wouldn’t give to be holding her hand, knowing just what she was feeling. “Sylvia . . . That wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame—“

“No, I know that. Really, I do.” I reach out for her shoulder, squeezing it softly. It only takes a little bit of mist to feel her welling uncertainty. It’s such a delicious uncertainty. “That wasn’t what I wanted to talk about. What I wanted to talk about was just how much I . . . loved it. When I used my power to melt Aurora, to try and make her happy with the offer, I felt a bit of a rush, but nothing like I felt . . . until I started to feel Aurora’s influence waning, until . . .”

Instead of pulling away, she turns stiff. I’m almost not sure she can feel my energy flowing inside her. Her worry, confusion, and very faint arousal are enough to block her side of the empathic link. Being too wrapped up in her own mind will wrap her around my finger. “Sylvia . . .”

“Shhh, Mommy . . . I don’t want to hurt you . . . Don’t want to twist your mind . . . I just want intimacy. I want it in the way you can’t feel any other way . . .” I move closer, letting my breast press into her arm just as my fingertips feel along the curve of her cheek. She tenses more, but she still doesn’t pull away. “Please . . .”

“Sylvia, I’m your mother! I know you and your sister didn’t care about being family, maybe you started rationalizing it out by very technically being only half sisters, I don’t know, but—!” I silence her with a kiss. Just like I hoped, she tries to reason with me. I’m the older sister, the more mature sister, the sister who never did stupid impulsive things they found out about.

My lips hum with my misted current. Sarah’s light isn’t really electrical, neither of them, but they affect nerves in a very similar way. With so much of my current, helped by my mist, and her own drawing in that edge, she couldn’t possibly hope to pull away. It’s like an electric fence against her lips, only one that makes her feel faint, flushed, and weak in such delicious ways.

In the car I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was just craving her helplessness and her flesh. Now that I’m free to let my own impulses take control and not Aurora’s, I can be much more creative. I can seduce her instead of rape her.

Well, it’s still rape. She’ll only be agreeing to it because she won’t have any other choice. Still, it feels different to me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to trust her perspective, anyway, her being the malleable one in this situation.

My hands find her shoulders as I straddle her hips. So compliantly she melts onto her back with the slightest amount of pressure, and I grind my body down into hers. She feels so warm. All of those times being held in her arms, soothed by her, loved by her, make the wrongness of this moment so much better. I can feel her nipples pressing so firmly into my chest and it makes me shudder. Even if her mind is still fighting, her body already wants me.

I break the kiss to savor her expression. Her eyes can’t quite focus and it’s not because I used that much current. My hands slide down along her arms, pinning her wrists down to the bed. Her pupils are so wide. Her cheeks are so flushed. She pushes her lips together, and I can feel the arousal flowing through her mist.

“Sssssylvvvia . . . I . . . Mmmm . . . You need to . . . to get off of me . . . we can’t . . .” Her words say stop, but I can feel her body arching against mine.

“Do I, Mommy . . .?” I close my eyes and take a long deep breath to focus, to center myself. For some reason my powers flow easier from my hands and my lips even though they aren’t limited as such. Slowly I force my misted current out from just above my waist to just above my breasts. Her body arches up off the bed as I slowly pull away from her, and I take the opportunity to rake misty finger tips down her back. “Your body disagrees. I think you want to be closer. I think you want me like I want you.”

Her lips press together hard, and her eyes close tight. For a moment I worry she might be steeling herself against me. When my hands slide up her back just flesh against flesh, and claw their way down lined with more of that tugging heat, they open wide as she screams and shudders against me.

I can still see will and thought in her eyes, but she still licks her lips with a moan. “You’re . . . Mmmm not giving it much of a choice . . . Please . . . Mmm you know I can’t mist you when you’re misting me, it just draws out your silver . . . and you’re making my body so weak . . .” She has such a hot breathy quality to her voice. It makes me grind harder into her chest, grinding down more against her hips. “P-please . . . Mmmm . . .”

“Can’t make up your mind, Mommy?” She whimpers as my nails slide around to her waist before pulling back entirely. I let the last of my flowing mist stop and instead reach down to pull my top slowly up over my head. “I think Mommy just needs a little role-reversal. I know just the thing.”

“Sweeeeetie . . . You’re going through a lot right now . . . Mmmm you’re not . . . not thinking straight . . . need to stop before you do something you might regret later.” With each breath she takes in her body draws itself closer to me. Her body feels so warm, especially without the top, and my bra is soon to follow. “This isn’t what you really want. Don’t know why you’re doing this, but you need to stop. You don’t want this to be the last mmmm time we see each other for awhile.”

Aftershocks of pleasure from so much sizzling mist keep making her body shake just enough to make her look even more helpless. “For a woman who wants me to stop, you can’t keep your eyes off of me. How does it feel, to see your own daughter like this? How does it feel . . . to know there’s nothing you can do to stop it? I think that makes it better. I think if I stopped . . . you’d beg for me to reconsider.”

She doesn’t speak, even as I crawl faintly higher up her body. I’m not quite tall enough to pull this off otherwise. When I place my hands back on her wrists her flush grows. She’s probably realizing she didn’t even try to push me away.

My eyes hood as sparkling mist begins to shimmer its way out from a nipple, and Valerie stares with her eyes as wide as she can open them. She looks so exhausted, so worn down, so aroused. I don’t need our link to feel that. She starts to say something again, but I silence her with my nipple between her lips. Just like before, she can’t pull her lips away as that current snakes its way inside her. Her lips quiver around me, and I moan as my nipple turns stiff.

I can see the conflict in her eyes. Very purposefully I’ve been using enough to affect her body but not her mind. Sarah went twenty-three years not even knowing that could happen; it’s not that hard. Sure, her mind is affected by her body, but it’s not the same as silver wattage to the brain.

In her mind, my amethyst Mommy can still reason out just what I’m doing. She can still feel the arousing shame of being forced to suckle on her own daughter’s nipple. She can still feel her own reluctance to struggle in any effective way. She can still understand the heat between my legs pressing wetly against her. “Mommy wants to suck and suck and suck her inhibitions away. For just one night, Mommy wants to be the one told what to do by her little nebula. Mommy wants to obey.”

She shakes her head, lips pulling my nipple with them as they move back and forth, and I moan. I moan loud, loud enough to make her shudder up hard against me. I can’t wait any longer.

“Yes . . . yes she does . . .” My hands move up and stroke along her cheeks. The rooting reflex is such a wonderful thing. Parts of our cheeks when stroked make us crave to suck. It doesn’t hurt that I intensify the current. It definitely helps that I’m not holding back those stronger bursts anymore. “It’s time you stopped fighting it. It’s time you gave into desire. You want me. You want me . . . want me!”

Her lips aren’t just sealed around my nipple anymore. They’re sucking, sucking hard. Her passion makes my back arch hard, almost painfully as if she’s trying to suckle my mist right out of me. Something deep in her eyes glazes. Maybe it’s her free will, maybe it’s her intelligence, maybe it’s her inhibitions. I’m not sure. I am sure that her eyes glazed like that, filled with free-flowing violet mist, is one of the most erotic sights in the world.

I can taste her helplessness the same way I tasted Aurora’s dominance, and it makes me clench as she moans. Her hands finally move, but they don’t push me away. Her hands grab my ass, kneading, pulling me tightly against her.

Reacting to my commands, I can feel all of her mind converted to desire. All of her mind wants only one thing: me. Her hands feel so good when they reach up my skirt, tearing at my panties. She has to give into it, she has to want me! It’s so perfect. This must be how Mistress feels. Yet this isn’t a dominant act, not really. I’m surrendering more to the voice in my head by complying. Knowing that makes the feeling of Valerie’s fingers on my slit even more satisfying. I grind into her fingers, and it doesn’t take more than that for them to thrust inside me.

“I’m all you need right now . . . right now I’m all you’ve ever, ever needed! Mmmm in the morning everything will be back to normal, you’ll go home, not remembering how you fucked your own daughter, but right now I’m the shining thing you’ve been aching for since before you can remember! I’m your sun, your stars, your Venus! You’ll never be satisfied until you’ve had all of me!” Her fingers move faster, and I scream.

I don’t need any more mist to keep her in line, but just like my eagerly suckling Mommy my mist is half involuntary. It keeps flowing on its own, only its hot tingling pleasure fuels her desire more. It’s not enough to trap her lips anymore, and soon they’re finding my other nipple as she flips me onto my back.

Paradise! Her lips aren’t Mistress’s lips, and her fingers aren’t Mistress’s fingers, but they feel like the next best thing. She brought me to Mistress; she needs to be rewarded. If I can do that with my body, so much the better.

She grinds down against me, her fingers pounding into me almost as fiercely as Mistress’s as her other fingers feel over every inch of skin. Her mist might not do more right now than draw mine out without enough focus left in her to give it purpose, but it does give her fingers an odd gentleness. Aurora’s current always made her touches feel more intense, like they were making my skin come alive. Hers feel almost sheathed in a hot anesthesia, numbing me as much as stimulating me. It’s such a strange balance of pleasure and a heightened awareness of how impossible it is to feel anything else.

My eyes feel tugged shut by her lips as they tug at my nipple so much more purposefully. Her other hand kneads my ass and I writhe harder against her. Every touch is so ravenous. I can taste her need, her craving, pouring into me almost as firmly as the pleasure. I can feel it twining inside me without mist as it coils around my clit, and I whimper out a shuddering moan.

I can feel the need swelling inside me. I need . . . need her. I need more than to just thank her! It’s almost hard to move feeling so good, but somehow I tear at Valerie’s top, hands grasping and kneading at her chest. Her breasts are too big to fit in my hands, not like Aurora’s, but that only makes it better. I force more of my mist into her as I grind my palm into her nipples. Feels so good to feel her writhing and moaning against me, my moans twining with hers as much as my mist.

Fuck . . . got stuck in a loop. Shouldn’t have made it so strong. My lips find her neck and suckle hard as hers find mine. I tear at her pants, fussing with the zipper, and then thrust my fingers down under her panties. She feels so wet, and she screams when I return the touches she’s been giving me.

My vision is growing so fuzzy. I don’t know how long I can keep this up. Even with most of the day as a break from Mistress’s song and Mistress’s fucking I still feel so exhausted, but I can’t stop.

I don’t know how much longer I suck at her, thrust at her, grind and claw at her as she does the same to me, but I know it’s not nearly long enough. My eyes close, and when they open I’m in another position. My lips buried between her legs, hers between mine. I blink again and she’s the one on her back, my face buried in her breasts as we grind into each other’s legs, and then grind into each other’s slickness.

My eyes keep closing, keep opening, and I don’t even know how many times I cum before they don’t open again.