The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

She had to find the right buyers, buyers who would willingly purchase a home with a live in maid, a loyal to a fault, obedient beyond belief maid. Having sold a few homes and relocated to the warmer Southern Climate, Nurse Diva still had several ‘party bitches’ to find new homes for. There were varying degrees of their training depending on how they

Had interacted with Nurse Diva before she ‘acquired them.’ Each one had her own story, and her own comeuppance.

Nurse Diva had a few buyers lined up, two she knew were of the ‘right mind set’

(the kind of Ebony dominatrix that would take full advantage of well programmed

party bitches) and one she wasn’t sure of, a former professor at her old alma mater.

The party bitches included 5 from out of the state, 6 in all, including the ‘artist’ who used to live next door to Nurse Diva’s newest home in Tennessee. The artist was a brunette with a pixie cut, and there was yet another brunette, a former attorney from NJ, as well as a pair of blondes, one being a former fitness trainer who once had an ‘attitude’ about teaching black clients. Another tall blonde was once a wedding planner, one redhead was a former executive headhunter, and the other redhead was a former hair stylist.

Nurse Diva had planned a trip to the local mall, with her ‘posse’ of party bitches in tow.

All six of the party bitches had the rare experience of being fully clothed, in matching lycra-spandex body suits and matching Lady Gaga style sunglasses. The women all walked in perfect cadence with nurse diva, stopping the second she stopped, and walking with each walking step Nurse Diva made. As Nurse Diva made purchases, a party bitch was selected to carry the items. It seemed as if they walked in slo motion through the small town mall, the 80’s muzak setting the pace.

The sunglasses nicely hid the blank, thoughtless expression the women carried. It was as if the cast of Robert Palmer’s ‘addicted to love video was walking in trance under the complete control of the strong willed, dominating Nurse Diva.

Nurse Diva finished her shopping trip, and with a series of finger snaps and hand signals she commanded her fleet of party bitches back into the escalade in the parking lot. The party bitches sat silently as their owner drove them back to Nurse Diva’s new house.

After the purchases were placed where Nurse Diva commanded, the party bitches walked in perfect cadence into the TV room and lined up according to Diva’s specifications.

One command later they all stood at perfect attention. Nurse Diva made a motion with her hand and the women all disrobed, and neatly folded their uniform. Upon the phrase ‘standard Party bitch position,’ all 6 women instantly kneeled, grasped hands behind their backs and made a stupid inflatable sex doll expression, their minds blank and obedient, chests thrusting forward, nipple hard from obeying their mistress.

Nurse Diva smiled in smug satisfaction. She slowly paraded from the beginning of the line and reveled in her conquests to herself, with an evil laugh.

As she walked past the former artist, she stopped to look down upon the now helpless 2nd brunette. “You thought a fancy law degree could shut me down, put me in prison, but now you’re my prisoner, my hopelessly worshiping servant.” The tall brunette had been programmed with an earlier incarnation of Diva’s standard script, allowed to remember only flashes of her former life, but with each act of degradation her pleasure at serving as Diva’s slave gave her greater pleasure than she could imagine. This subtle torture was installed in the earlier programming, always ending with the woman realizing her place now was better, and where she should be, no matter how much she pined for her previous life.

She looked at the first blonde, who had obvious botox lips. “You mocked my cousin’s wedding plans, now your botox lips are only good for kissing Nurse Diva’s ass in total submission.”

The botox lipped wedding planner had insulted Diva’s cousin’s ability to pay, and now whenever she rimmed a black woman she flashed back to her comments and convulsed in orgasm at her current new life, powerfully reinforcing her obedience, and regret.

Diva stopped and looked down on the blonde former fitness trainer. “You were so buff and so tight, with a crappy attitude toward full figured women, now you are doormat for full figured ebony women to wipe their feet on.”

The former fitness trainer had been in the process of getting her own show, her trademark was her intensity and non pc language when challenging the fat to get thin. Diva thought she was too hard on ‘full figure’ women of color and she took the anal retentive clean freak and retooled her. Now plus-plus size women of color could wipe their feet off on her taught body, and face sit her into almost convulsive orgasms, putting her in her place while allowing her to flash back to what once was, but then eagerly accept her fate and worship of Diva.

As nurse Diva approached the former executive head-hunter, she laughed. “You used to mock my attempts to better myself and my career, thinking a black woman didn’t have what it took to rise up in the corporate world.” Now you get on your hands and knees to lick Nurse Diva’s old shoes.”

Nurse Diva didn’t always have the sense of fashion she had now, and when she was treated with disdain by the head hunter, looking to transition to another career, the head hunter made a snide remark about Diva’s worn casual shoes. Now her fetish for Divas’ and any black woman’s shoes she was presented was overwhelming. The humiliation at being a ‘shoe cleaner’ aroused the former exec and her mind flashed back to her past only to reinforce her better circumstances now, under Diva’s foot.

Nurse Diva grabbed the blank expressioned face of the next redhead. ‘And you, thought it was funny to break my nephew’s heart. You always did like em dark, now you’re simply the thrall of Nurse Diva and anyone she points you to.” Diva laughed.

Nurse Diva was pretty proud of herself; she had a very nice group of mindless, obedient party bitches. She profited from the sales of their homes, and now she was ready to move on.

THE FIRST ‘BUYER’ ARRIVES

A day early, Nurse Diva’s former professor, Ms. Sinclair arrived. Ms. Sinclair was always a bit suspicious of ‘Nurse’ Diva, and thought her experiments violated many of the colleges ethical code. She was never certain, but always suspicious. Now that she was going to visit Diva and hear her pitch she would be forthright with her critique.

Ms. Sinclair was once Mrs. Sinclair. She kept her ex husband’s name since her career was in full swing. She was a light skinned African American woman who wasn’t about to change her name. She gave up her Long Island accent years ago and adopted a lsight British accent. Only people close to her knew that.

She knocked at Nurse Diva’s front door. Maid Lisa dutifully hurried to answer her mistress’s front door.

“Nurse Diva, madam” she called. “You have a visitor, a Miss Sin-clare.” Nurse Diva, rarely caught off guard, reached into her purse and retrieved what looked like a large lip gloss, it wasn’t.

“Bring her in’ maid.” Said Diva flatly. Maid Lisa cheerfully obeyed her mistress and owner and led Ms. Sinclair into the TV room.

Ms. Sinclair gasped in horror. “Oh my god, oh my god. You ARE mad! These women posed like this is not only completely sexist: but on some level, it’s probably racist, having these white girls posed like this, nude. My word! She exclaimed.

As Ms. Sinclair reached for her cell phone, Nurse Diva was quicker with her ‘lip-gloss’ which wasn’t really lip-gloss, but a spray-atomized version of X-3 formulated for such scenarios.

Two, then three quick bursts into the face of Ms. Sinclair and her resistance faded. Her expression grew blank and listless. Her arms fell at her sides.

“Oh no, I ain’t mad, I’m fully in charge. You are no longer offended by what you see,

you are fully turned on by it. Now strip and go sit on the recliner.” Commanded Nurse Diva. Ms. Sinclair disrobed and sat as instructed. Nurse Diva knew she had plenty of time. She calmly walked over to a decorative box with several ipod shuffles, each labeled according to the mp3 it contained.

She grabbed the gold colored shuffle marked with the words: ‘mini diva quick training’. It contained an mp3 that would leave Ms Sinclair’s work persona relatively untouched,

but would totally warp her after hours activities, and proclivities, her turn-ons & instill an intense loyalty to Nurse Diva, as well as easy suggestibility, while seemingly remaining the same to the outside world.

Now nude, and sitting in the recliner, Ms. Sinclair quietly allowed Nurse Diva to put he headphones on her. Ms. Sinclair was Diva’s age, not in bad shape, her haircut conservative her body average.

As the program began Nurse Diva attached matching green rhinestone crusted dog collars

onto the two redheads. She then signaled them to service the entranced Ms. Sinclair. The two-programmed party bitches crawled in sync over to Ms Sinclair, their eager tongues exploring each inch of the woman, beginning at the soles of her feet and working their way up.

“Yep” said Nurse Diva. “We’ll see what you think this time tomorrow.”

Nurse Diva decided to inspect the maid’s work.

The other 4 party bitches waited in position for their next command as Nurse Diva strutted through the house, checking for dust, looking to be sure her ‘maid’ did her full duty. Nurse Diva motioned with her hand and Maid Lisa stood at intense attention, her whole body flexed in devoted obedience to Nurse Diva. Nurse Diva who now owned her former home, and now her.

Nurse Diva nodded her head in approval, and Lisa’s body trembled slightly, overwhelmed with pleasure at any signs of approval from Nurse Diva. She worshipped and adored Nurse Diva, grateful to be allowed to serve her every whim.

Nurse Diva kicked off her reptile-patterned pumps, and wiggled her large, tired toes, exhausted from all the walking and preparation she had done for the day. She rotated her strong ankles and they cracked loudly. With a simple gesture, Nurse Diva signaled to have her feet pampered, and Lisa kneeled quickly and began to kiss, licks and massage Nurse Diva’s tired moist feet. It looked as if Lisa enjoyed her close proximity to Nurse Diva’s feet more than Diva enjoyed the massage.

“When I am ready, I’ll have you make me dinner’ said Nurse Diva. “Yes madam.” mumbled Lisa, enthralled with the exotic scent and flavors of her owner, her mistress.

Nurse Diva laughed to herself, enjoying the power she had over the former owner of the home, who was now content to be her servile maid, foot slave and personal property for as long as Nurse Diva wanted. Yes, 2015 was going to be a good year.

THE NEXT MORNING

Nurse Diva was served breakfast in bed, by her maid. She then went downstairs to examine her fleet of party bitches. They were still in the standard position, motionless in trance. It was cold last night and many of them had goose bumps. Nurse Diva laughed.

Ms. Sinclair had been moved to an upstairs room overnight, and her training continued.

Now was time for the big reveal.

Nurse Diva rang the maid’s bell then ordered her retrieve Ms. Sinclair upstairs. Within a few minutes the maid reappeared with Ms. Sinclair in tow. Ms. Sinclair had a bathrobe on, covering a small spandex bikini. She wore a pair of clear f’me pumps. Her demeanor was notably different.

“Oh, Nurse Diva, good morning ma’am” she said. ‘Thank you so much for inviting me here. The honor is mine.” She continued. Nurse Diva extended her hand and Ms Sinclair

gently kissed the top of Nurse Diva’s hand. She looked at Diva with loyal devotion.

Nurse Diva strutted past the entranced party bitches.

“Now, looking these white women over, which two appeal to you, or would you prefer just one? All but this one need new homes.” She said, pointing out the artist, her latest acquisition. Ms Sinclair looked them over and got closer to the redheads. “Um, I am partial to one of these, actually.” Said Ms Sinclair. “I guess I could pass her off as my

rather quiet ‘assistant’ if anyone asks.”

Nurse Diva made a suggestion: “Party bitches are restricted to the house most of the time, their personalities are structured for that. She’s now under-qualified to be an assistant, unless you want her to ‘assist’ giving you an orgasm under the desk.’ Laughed Diva.

The blank eyed, inflatable love doll looking, former executive headhunter wasn’t even in on the joke made at her expense. Her thoughts all consisted of burying her face in ebony pussy or groveling beneath the flat feet of her betters, thrilled to be their human doormat. Only flashes of her former life would come to her when degraded, the degradation overriding it.

“I will show the paperwork and monthly fee after the maid makes your breakfast. Unless you’d like to start your morning with an orgasm before you eat.” Smiled Nurse Diva.

Ms. Sinclair sat in the recliner and opened her legs. “Yes, that would be nice.” Agreed Ms. Sinclair. Immediately upon opening her legs, the redhead she had motioned to crawled over to her, responding to her programming, and buried her pale face between her new owner’s legs. Her only desire was to bring Ms Sinclair to orgasm as was her purpose, her programming. Momentarily she flashed on her former live, but the pleasure her body registered with her face buried in the just woken up crotch of the woman who now owned her overrode the flashback.

Maid Lisa finished the Southern style breakfast then stood at attention, waiting obediently for her betters to grace her with their presence. Waiting on Nurse Diva always made her wet.

FORTY FIVE MINUTES LATER

Glassy eyed and smiling from a nice early morning orgasm, Ms. Sinclair walked up,

and stood behind a chair, tapping her foot as she waited for Maid Lisa to pull out her chair. She then sat down and had a napkin placed on her lap as she was served breakfast.

Maid Lisa kneeled next to her, looking up at her while she ate. Occasionally, Ms. Sinclair would drop the shoe from her foot while eating, and maid Lisa would kiss her foot then replace the shoe, looking up at Ms. Sinclair. Nurse Diva smiled at the job she had done.

THE OTHER TWO BUYERS ARRIVE

Both old friends of Nurse Diva, one who had always felt about white women as Diva did,

and the other who only recently, of her own volition decided she really enjoyed the power she felt, pulled up in a single car. Michelle was short and petite, and kept her hair very short almost shaved. Claire had a pretty face and was a BBW, and was rather tall to boot. She had her own reasons for wanting her very own pair of ‘party bitches.’

Both women were brought into the TV room by the maid. Lisa pointed to the posed remaining white women, all kneeling, all with a blank, inflatable love doll expression. It didn’t seem to bother her at all presenting them this way to her betters.

Claire walked slowly past the line up, looking over the blondes, and then she looked over the brunette former attorney. “The blonde, she was a fitness coach? Right? This one was an uppity lawyer bitch?” She asked Nurse Diva. “That’s correct” Diva answered.

Claire Held the face of the blonde in her large perspired hand. She turned to Diva. “Would she have given me shit about my weight before you fixed her?” she asked.

“Absolutely” she said. She was rude and unforgiving, she would have criticized your will power.” Answered Diva. “Ok, her, said Claire. Diva picked a pink rhinestone collar and placed it on the woman. “The lawyer” asked Claire “Where she go to school?” “I think it was Harvard or Yale, not sure.’ Said Diva. “Shit, either way is cool, I want some tight assed Ivy-league bitch licking my ass.” Laughed Claire.

“My feet are just killing me. I can’t walk very far anymore. These ballerina flats don’t breathe either.” Said Claire. She plopped on the recliner and it creaked. Nurse Diva clasped a collar on the former attorney. She signaled and the two crawled over to Claire.

Nurse Diva grabbed each of them by the hair and brought their faces over to Claire’s large feet.

When Nurse Diva snapped, the women each simultaneously removed a well worn tattered ballerina flats, and sniffed it like fine wine, then eagerly began ravenously licking and sucking on Claire’s tired feet. The two women moaned softly as they expertly worshipped their new owner’s tired, fragrant feet. Claire sighed noticeably enjoying the sensation. Her body trembled with the pleasure it brought her, as her two obedient worshipers memorized her scent and flavors, their small butts quivering as their arousal servicing their better turned them on incredibly. Claire’s feet well serviced, the two adoringly crawled up her large strong legs, obsequiously complimenting Claire’s large legs, and hugged them adoringly with their whole bodies, wrapping their legs around them, humping Claire’s calves and desperately kissed and licked her thighs.

The two licked and sucked Claire’s legs with absolute adoration, kissing each little cellulite dimple, adoring it, trembling over it.

As they reached Claire’s crotch their heads bumped each other

trying to go down on her. Claire laughed at their antics, then she rolled over onto her side.

She pulled the hair of the attorney and guided her to ample ass. Claire’s eyes grew wide as the former hi powered attorney couldn’t push her once arrogant face deeply enough into Claire’s dark ass. Muffled moans were heard from the redhead as she worshiped Claire’s ass.

Meanwhile the formerly arrogant fitness instructor buried her face in her prize, and lapped and slurped at the large woman’s crotch, gulping everything she could acquire from it. She used her upper body strength to pull her face in deeply.

As Claire came again and again, Soaking the women’s faces, they in turn trembled in pleasure, knowing they pleased their mistress. They belonged to Claire now.

Claire, drenched in sweat, caught her breath and told Nurse Diva: “Ok, I’m in, sign me up.” She then collapsed and started laughing.

“Girls, take your new owner to the bathroom, and wash, dry and lotion her up.” Ordered Nurse Diva. The two women obediently followed Nurse Diva’s command. They lifted and guided the large, now weak from orgasm woman to the bathroom and shower.

Only the pale former hairdresser, a redhead: who was a rather tall woman, and the statuesque also tall, pale Blonde: a former wedding planner were left.

Still posed in Party Bitch pose, oblivious to everything that went on, they were selected by Michelle. It looked great actually; the rather dark and tiny, petite little Michelle would be able to take complete control of the much taller ,well programmed white women.

The contrast was breathtaking. They were big enough women they could carry her like a queen, which Michelle enjoyed. To emphasize her dominance over them, she had them lay side by side at attention and Michelle then walked on them barefoot, using them as doormats, grinding her feet on them. Michelle’s enjoyment was evident in her smile.

She then demanded everything Claire was treated to and felt ready for a nice breakfast.

The monthly installments would give Nurse Diva residual income, and if she felt so inclined she could always procure and train more women next year. It wasn’t like finding candidates that fit Nurse Diva’s paradigm was difficult.