The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Xi awoke and found that a panel had slid down over the cage bars, but the rear of one of the alcoves was open, she took that to indicate the way she should go. She wandered out delighting in the way her tight clothes and high heels made her bum sway with every step. Her rubber clothes squealed as she strode on, hungry for more hard flesh. She stepped through into an antechamber and opened its door and walked down the ornate corridor beyond. It ended in a fine, embroidered curtain hanging over a doorway, she pushed it aside and glanced in. A man lay naked and asleep on a four-poster bed. Lying on a chair nearby were leather and rubber clothes and long boots. Xi strode up to him, and ran one of her slender fingers up his body to his lips.

The man awoke was startled. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“You are in Princess Dalia’s palace in Kerans on Xylae. I am Xi, a sex-slave, master.”

The man paused.

Xi continued. “I assume you are an otherworlder, but by your position in this room and seeing that these clothes are not those of a slave, I assume you are a master. Would you like to fuck me or for me to suck you off, master?”

The man spluttered. “I remember, they said something about me being a slaver, Shentar, that is all. They said that those are my true urges: to be a leathered slaver trading in and owning servile, nubile sex-slaves.” He sounded unbelieving, as if half remembering a dream.

“That will be correct. They know how to release your true urges, the thoughts you suppress. I had always wanted to be a sex-slave and now, here in bondage, I am. They gave me a sexy body and glossy clothes when I came to this court.”

Xi recounted her memories. She increasingly wanted to screw this man and was eager that he should be sexy too. She could not hold back and clambered onto the bed, her gloss squealing as she knelt, her slippery thighs spread open over his cock. It arose hard and shiny.

“That is better.” Xi said smiling, but felt something was wrong, he had to yield to his urges first, become absorbed into the ways of the court.

Xi looked around the room and caught sight of an alcove, which she was sure would lead to an augmentation chamber. She slid her slim, sexy glossed body off him and took his hand. She knew that he really wanted hard sex but was struggling not to admit it.

“Step in and I will see you when you are ready.” She said, guiding him into the alcove, releasing his hand and blowing him a kiss goodbye.

A curved panel slid down over the alcove revolved and he was gone. A few minutes later he returned, his body was tanned and muscular not bulging, but firm. He stood there stroking his fat cock, groaning. Xi smiled at him, she struggled to stop herself leaping on him and taking him on the floor. She ran a glossed hand over his masculine chest, he tried to resist but his tongue followed it.

“I cannot resist.” The man said as if straining against new urges running through him. “How it can it be true? I’m not a slaver, I’m not of this world, I’m…”

The man seemed increasingly uncertain of his identity and Xi was pleased as she knew soon the one he had been given would assert itself.

“A slaver, that is what you are master.” Xi emphasised. “I will dress you.”

Xi knew that his body was taking control and that he was yielding to his true desires. He stood there speechless as Xi eased the tight black shiny rubber vest over his chest to cling skin-tight to his body. She then slipped the tight black leather trousers up his legs and around his bum, pulling the laces taut at the sides, and allowing his fat cock to hang though the flies. She noticed that he was making no attempt to resist her dressing him. Pleased, Xi guided one of the man’s legs and then the other into the polished knee-high black leather boots; she knelt down and did up the numerous buckles. Finally she put on the thick studded leather jacket and matching fingerless gloves. The way he stood there she knew that in the last few minutes his old identity had slid away and as she had dressed him he had truly become a slaver. Finished, Xi again fell to her knees at his feet, recognising a man who could truly own her.

Shentar reached down and grasped Xi’s face pulling her up to kiss her intently forcing his tongue into her mouth and pulling her onto his hard cock. He ran his hands over her slippery bum and fondled her firm glossy breasts. He let her down onto the bed. Xi delighted so much in impaling herself on this slaver and groaned loudly as now he thrust back and forth, pushing her into orgasm, and continuing until she as moaning at the end of his cock, unable to let go, until he sprayed spunk out over her shiny body. He smiled as she purred, rubbing her satiated body and then slowly fell asleep.

Xi awoke with Lianna standing above her, smiling. The slaveress put a bowl of milk and soaked bread in front of her sex-slave. Xi lapped it up like a cat, her tightly glossed bum proud in the air as she did. When she had finished Xi purred in pleasure.

“Stand, Xi.” Lianna said and Xi obeyed without thinking. Lianna clipped a leash to Xi’s collar.

“Follow.” Lianna commanded and Xi did.

Lianna led Xi through numerous corridors, her gloss squealing as she strode sexily. Finally the pair stepped out into Dalia’s courtroom. The heads of the courtiers turned as Xi strode into the room her gloss rippling and squealing, the protesting otherworlder turned into a submissive sex-slave. She stopped beside Lianna and looked towards the Princess.

“Well done, Lianna. I congratulate you once again for your skill.” Lianna bowed and withdrew. Xi stood there on her sharp heels.

“Xi, please answer this woman’s questions.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Suddenly she a lifelike image of Jane appeared walking into the court. Xi was totally unaware that it was what she had been.

“What is your name?” “Jane” asked.

“i am Xi.”

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“i am one of Princess Dalia’s sex-slaves, and the gloss bondage stimulates me all over and makes me an erotic sex-pet. You should try it on, the pleasure is so great, you would soon be grunting for a fucking.”

“Thank you Xi.” Dalia said as the image faded, apparently satisfied that she had passed the test. “Prepare to meet you new master. Slaver Shentar, please.”

Xi recognised the young man as he stepped forward, dressed in the studded black leather jacket, skin-tight rubber vest and tight black leather trousers and matching knee-high boots that she had put on him. He bowed to Dalia.

“Your highness.” Shentar said.

“In view of your services to us, I present you with this valuable sex-slave, Xi.”

“I am very grateful, your highness.” He took a glossy leash from his belt and clipped it to Xi’s collar.

Shentar bowed and walked off, leading Xi back through the palace. She followed unthinkingly, delighting in her erotic bondage, and in serving her master. They walked out of the court into the street. Xi looked around her, the crowd was full of brightly-dressed people in fine clothes of silk and velvet and draped with jewellery. However, her attention was attracted by those like herself, dressed in glossy, black clothes, led on leashes like pets.

Xi’s master stopped to talk with another man. Xi glanced down at herself and saw her hard breasts and shapely body bound in the skin-tight gloss bondage. Gently she fingered the slave collar at her neck. She wore a skin-tight glossy black catsuit which rippled as she moved. Her glossed legs ran into matching thigh high boots, with high sharp heels. Her hair was blonde and shaggy, her face sexily made up. Slowly she walked up to her master, it seemed quite natural, she ran her slippery body up and down him, the pleasure was great, she had to continue, she was a sex-slave, she existed to please her master. She felt the urge to purr as her master stroked her slippery thigh. That was the right thing to do she thought and slowly began to purr. Xi’s owner casually stroked her tightly bound slippery bum and she purred louder, more actively rubbing her body up and down his. He said goodbye to the other and led her away by the glossy leash attached to the shiny black collar at her neck. The glossy clothes she wore strained, rippled and squealed as she swayed so sexily as she walked.

Soon they arrived at her master’s house. Xi was led to his private chambers and stood waiting her orders. Shentar turned to her and unzipped her crotch zip. Eagerly pulling his hard cock from his leather trousers he thrust it into her juicy pussy. Xi instantly began to feel thrilled, but stood passively waiting his command.

“Grunt.” Shentar said breathlessly as he thrust in and out of her shapely body. She obeyed grunting as he thrust, until he ejaculated into her and she shuddered in orgasm.

“Kneel.” Her master said and Xi got to the floor enjoying pleasing him.

“Lick my cock clean.” Xi knelt forward, her gloss squealing, her body tight and firm with pleasure. Her tongue lapped up his spunk until his cock was clean and hardening again.

“Turn round, on all fours.” Xi turned, her glossy bum thrust in the air.

Xi felt her master get down behind her and his hands run over her slippery bum, stroking it. She was so pleased as he fondled her body. He ran his hands up to her hard breasts and teased the erect nipples. Then he was in her again, his cock thrusting deep, his leather creaking as he pushed back and forth. The rubber strained around his chest. He threw off the jacket, but did not slow his stroke and grunted as he fucked her.

“Groan.” He ordered and Xi groaned loudly as she enjoyed fulfilling her role, servile and erotic. He came again and spunk ran across her glossy thighs and down his leathers. Xi shuddered groaning uncontrollably like the sex-slave she was. Then she lay there, passively waiting the next command.

“Lick me clean, then yourself.” Her master ordered. Xi licked his cock as before and he pushed it back inside his trousers. She then licked those clean. She then wiped the spunk from her own shiny clothes the ones that showed what she was as they clung so tightly to her body.

“Stand. Follow.” Xi obeyed and followed her master into a lounge, her leash trailing from her collar. The room was laid out with large silk cushions. Shentar indicated for her to recline on one. Xi lay on her side, her booted legs stretched out. He unclipped her leash and rolled it up around his belt.

“Finger yourself, fondle your naked tits, purr.” Xi unzipped her catsuit, freeing her firm shiny breasts, she began teasing them whilst her other hand stroked at her clit. She purred in real pleasure. Xi reclined, pleasing herself.

A servant hurried into the room and whispered something to Shentar. He stood up and moments later welcomed a woman in a voluminous blue silk dress and a large matching hat and cloak. She led a woman dressed in a plain dress and rough shoes by a leash around her waist. Xi paid no attention, though the woman was staring at her.

“Ah Fenjal Daena.” Shentar welcomed the noble woman. He indicated for her to sit.

“Slaver Shentar. Good to see you, I heard you were recently arrived in the city. I wondered with such a new business if you would have the time for me that other, more established slavers ,could not spare.” Daena said as she laid down on a sofa. She pulled the woman to the floor in front of her. Shentar resumed his seat.

“Ceratinly, I am seeking to establish my business here in Kerans, and it is early days, but no-one surely could refuse to see you. How can I help you?”

Shentar asked.

Daena waved off the compliments, she smiled lightly, but got down to business quickly. “I believe you have experience with otherworlders.”

“Just a little, my new sex-slave Xi, was one.” Shentar said nodding over to her.

Daena ran her eyes over Xi approvingly. “Really, that is brilliant. She looks so erotic, so servile, perfect.” Daena said admiringly. “Well as you can see I have acquired an otherworlder from my estates. It is clear that Bentash’s theories were right, the membrane between the worlds is weak at certain times, the recent conjunction may have been one of them. I have not question this one, but I cannot imagine it was a box that brought her here. Anyway, that is of no real concern, she is here and she is my property. I call her Tyta, and I was wondering what I could do with her, she is not strong enough to work, and I thought she was too rebellious to become a pet.

But, now I can see that transformation can be such a success, I am optimistic. Does it take long?”

“From what I know, half a day in the most resistant, maybe less. Once she has eased into gloss bondage the change is usually rapid and irreversible. Collar her and she will be begging to lick you out.”

Daena smiled, clearly pleased, as Shentar spoke. However, hearing these words the otherworlder leapt up, struggling to escape.

“Let me go, I am Jenny Carter, a free woman.” She struggled forcefully but Daena held tight to her leash. Shentar’s servant came to help her and having been pushed back to the floor and with the servant standing over her, the woman fell quiet.

“Rather feisty.” Shentar observed. “I think there should be no problem though. I can begin transforming her today. In the meantime I have something that will keep her quiet and show her what she will become.”

“Alton, a pair of caps please.” Shentar said to his servant.

In moments the man returned with two glossy caps. He did not have to be told what to do. He slipped one over the head of Xi and the other on Jenny.

“Now your otherworlder will feel all the sensations that Xi feels.”

Jenny tried to struggle and take the cap off but within moments she felt languid. She reclined on a cushion. She took in the sensations she was feeling. She realised that in contrast to before, she barely noticed the others talking. Her body felt firm, and coated all over by a slippery material clinging to her. Her pussy became juicy and her clit erect as she felt as if she was gently stroking it, keeping herself just on the edge of orgasm. Her breasts felt firm and excited as she felt she was stroking them gently. Jenny opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a purring sound. She tried to think clearly but she felt content all over, she felt erotic. She looked down at herself to convince herself that she had some how not slipped into the glossy clothes the slave woman wore. She looked across at Xi and knew that truly she might soon be like her, erotic and servile. Slowly, as the pleasure continued Jenny realised that she would not resist if they tried to change her into something similar.

“She seems to be settling into it with no problem. I will just give her a bit more of a taster before I have her slave clothes brought for her.” Shentar explained; Daena nodded approvingly.

“Xi, orgasm.” Shentar ordered.

Uncontrollably Xi began to quiver and shudder as orgasm ran through her, she tossed her head back enjoying the pleasure as she squirmed in her skin-tight gloss, her rubber squealing as she moved. Jenny felt the same, her whole body lit with pleasure. She writhed in ecstasy. As the pleasure faded Jenny sat there panting, her whole body feeling the sensation.

“Xi, orgasm again.”

Jenny could not believe it; she felt as if it were her being commanded and she had no power to resist. She could do nothing but let herself go, grunting and moaning as she climaxed in unison with Xi. Her pussy remained juicy and her breasts hard. She slumped back exhausted, unable to think of anything except the intense pleasure.

“Alton, bring a catsuit and boots for the otherworlder, remove her cap.”

Obediently the servant removed the caps from Xi’s and Jenny’s heads. Jenny was still recovering from the orgasms and unable to resist, she lay lazily as if she were already a sex-slave. Alton soon returned, Jenny snapped out of her languor as she realised that the rubber catsuit and thigh-high boots were for her; they were going to make her into a sex-slave like Xi. Jenny could not believe it. Tyta was what the woman had called her, the sole name of a sex-slave, her collar name, but could they really make her so servile as that? They seemed confident that they could.

Shentar whispered to Daena. She nodded then spoke. “Undress.”

Jenny did nothing, she was confused, part of her wanted to obey, part wanted to escape. She could not believe that she could become something like Xi.

“Undress, no-one here dresses like that. Ease into the gloss it will make you feel erotic.” Daena said seductively. Jenny felt she could not resist.

She sat up. Alton stepped forward laying the catsuit before her. Jenny looked at the shiny rubber lying there. She knew that if she eased into it she would change, she would become a sex-slave, obeying her mistress, being erotic.

“Order her.” Shentar advised. “She is yielding, take the opportunity and she will not be able to resist.”

“You cannot resist. I already own your body and your mind. Soon I will make them what I want them to be, servile and erotic. You will become a grunting, collared sex-slave, strutting in skin-tight rubber, answering to your only name, your collar name, Tyta.” Daena said firmly.

“Good.” Shentar said.

Jenny moved awkwardly, trying not to admit she was aroused by what Daena was saying.

“Stand.” Daena said, looking at Jenny. Jenny looked away, closing her eyes. She knew that if she obeyed she would soon be in Daena’s control.

“Look at me.” Daena said softly. Jenny tried to shut out the idea, but thoughts of herself, covered in skin-tight gloss, strutting at her mistress’s heel kept coming back. In her mind’s eye she saw herself, looking down at her body, her breasts straining in the rubber, stepping on sharp high heels. She had to admit she felt aroused. No-one was speaking, she could just hear the others breathing and ripple of the silk across Daena’s body. Shentar then said something to Daena inaudible to Jenny.

“Look at me.” Daena repeated.

Jenny looked up at the woman, and her eyes seemed to lock. Jenny could no longer look away and more than that she felt that was because she could no longer disobey.

“Good.” Daena said and Jenny felt pleased. She tried to stop herself, she was beginning to want to do what this woman said.

“Stand.” Daena repeated, and this time Jenny could not resist. She stood.

Daena beckoned her to come forward, and Jenny walked towards her. Daena reached out and stroked Jenny’s breast repeatedly with her gloved hand. Jenny stood nervously, but her breasts were becoming erect straining against her clothes. This felt good and as she gave way to the sensation Jenny felt her mind drifting away. Gradually she felt she was losing control of her body. She closed her eyes and found that she gave a grunt as she felt the silk covered fingers of Daena’s hand stroke her face and across her lips. The sense that she was behaving wrongly to be aroused by this woman soon faded. For a brief moment Jenny wondered if it was because she had somehow been mentally linked with the slave, with Xi. Or maybe it was because she was like Xi. Anyway it did not matter and rather Jenny felt the need to stretch so her face was still in the reach of Daena’s hand.

“Good, this one is very malleable. You are changing her already, making her more sexual, making her more servile.” Shentar explained.

“Remove your clothes.” Daena said simply.

Jenny responded without thinking, she was glad to be out of these rough clothes that Daena’s servants had given her. She pulled off the plain dress and threw it aside. She had the urge to tease her firm breasts and naturally removed the breast bindings. She stroked her breasts and around her nipples until they were hard and shiny. Her pussy was moist and she slipped off the pants she had been given. Jenny barely noticed she was naked as one hand began slowly fingering herself, the other stroking her breasts.

“Stop.” Daena said quietly but firmly.

Jenny stopped and stood still. Jenny tried to think clearly, part of her wanted to try to escape, but part of her wanted to yield, not believing that she could be so erotic. However, distantly, she realised that her character was being changed, she was being made into something different. She was finding it difficult to decide what were her own thoughts, increasingly they were to be sexy and obedient.

“Kneel.” Daena said.

Jenny returned to the floor at Daena’s feet, but this time obediently and in fact her body shuddered with a thrill at taking another step. Jenny’s mind as it was gradually turned into that of a slave, did not realise how far she had gone, how changed she already was, to be kneeling naked before the woman who was her mistress.

“Kiss my foot.” Daena said putting her right foot forward.

Jenny hesitated, but then the urges of the sex-slave she was becoming delighted in the opportunity to show her obedience to her mistress. Jenny leant forward and kissed the silk of Daena’s boot. As she did, Jenny’s body shook with excitement. Jenny could say nothing, she was speechless of how erotic she was becoming, how servile she was and helpless before her mistress. She knew that soon the urge to impress and arouse her mistress would come and she would be unable to prevent it taking control, she would perform just for a touch of her mistress. It was coming and know she was certain that she could not stop it. Her servility was increasing, and she knew Daena was aware that she controlled her. Without being ordered she ran her tongue over the shoe, eager to lick out her mistress.

“Good. You are going to enjoy being a sex-slave. Whatever you might be thinking at the moment I know that your body is hungry to be erotic.” Daena said enthusiastically.

Jenny could not deny it.

“Imagine your body coated in slippery gloss, skin-tight against your naked body, and thigh length boots.” Daena said, using the words Shentar had given her.

Jenny tried to stop herself but she let out a moan, she kissed her mistress’s feet, showing that she was obedient, and deserved to wear the skin-tight rubber.

“You are a sex-slave.” Daena said simply, knowing that Jenny could not resist and would soon be bound in the gloss bondage.

“Daena, here are this sex-slave’s clothes, her gloss bondage.” Shentar said.

Jenny shuddered, as she realised that she was being referred to as a sex-slave, and already had her own rubber. In moments she would be easing her body into it, showing that she was nothing but a sex-slave, dressed the way a sex-slave should. Jenny knew that she had to flee, before she yielded and became a fawning, purring pet. However, within moments Shentar had handed over a shiny black catsuit and matching boots. Jenny felt frozen to the spot. At first she could not believe the clothes were for her, but as Daena stepped towards her smiling, she simpered in anticipation of the tight gloss straining and squealing around her shapely body. Her remaining concerns were pushed from her mind as she felt hungry to be covered in the slippery rubber. Daena stood next to her but Jenny looked across at Xi, at how the rubber held her body shiny and slippery and at the collar locked at her neck.

“Stand.” Daena said, and Jenny got to her feet, her body still aroused.

“Now just slip into your clothes.” Daena said. Jenny hesitated, it seemed so easy, the rubber looked so exotic, different. It would do no harm to try, but something was holding Jenny back. She knew that if she eased into the gloss she would have yielded to the bondage. She would be no different to Xi. She would be unable to disobey, she would answer to her only name, her collar name. Her mind would be filled with erotic thoughts, her body would be sexy, she would be her mistress’s property. She would become a sex-slave.

“No.” she said.

Daena smiled. “You cannot resist.”

Jenny tried to block out the thought, but her will was too weak to resist what Daena was saying. Her body was eager to yield, to be coated in the rubber, to abandon all concerns and ease into a mind of sex.

“I cannot resist.” Jenny repeated as if entranced, but it was true. She could no longer resist Daena’s commands, it was if they were her own thoughts.

“You cannot stop it, you cannot reverse it, you are turning into a sex-slave.”

“I am turning into a sex-slave.” Jenny said, and as she realised what it meant, that it was real and happening to her.

“Ease into the catsuit.” Daena said seductively.

Jenny’s body responded without her thinking. She took the catsuit and slipped her feet into it. Her mind tried to stop her but the lining of the catsuit was slippery and slid up her body easily and quickly. Soon both her legs and then her bum were coated in the squealing shiny gloss. Her body could not believe the sensation. By the time her arms had slid smoothly into the gloss her breasts were hard with anticipation of being bound in the gloss. Her resistance was fading as the pleasure rose.

“Yes, yesss, yessss.” Jenny’s words dissolved into purring as she realised she had made the right choice.

Jenny writhed, aroused as she eased on the rubber, asserting her eroticism and Daena’s ownership of her. She eased up the zip sealing her whole body in squealing shiny gloss which clung to every contour. Jenny was coping with the sensation sweeping her whole body. Every move she made the gloss rippled and squealed, shining in the light. She hurried to slip on the matching thigh boots that clung to her legs. She stood on the high sharp heels, the boots clinging to every curve, her slippery bum thrust out sexily. She easily slid on the long slippery gloves Daena handed her. By now Jenny was speechless and shuddering with the pleasure.

The mistress smiled as he looked on at Jenny, dressed as one of her sex-slaves, knowing that the final transformation was beginning. Daena gently stroked Jenny’s slippery waist and she automatically thrust out her pussy, giving a little grunt. She tried to be embarrassed but her gloss just encouraged to continue, to enjoy the pleasure. Daena gently stroked her hand over her pet’s bum before teasing her erect breasts. Every touch made Jenny move slightly in the gloss and as she did it became even more shaped to her body and she became shaped to it, increasingly it was natural for her to be dressed in gloss bondage.

“You look excellent my pet.” Daena smiled and lent forward.

Jenny knew what Daena was going to do, to turn her fully into a sex-slave, and she would be unable to turn back. She knew she had to get away but her body stood still, eager to feel the sensation.

Daena clipped a glossy collar around her neck. “I am now your mistress. Your name is Tyta.”

Jenny shuddered, she knew now that she was no longer her own woman, but had become her mistress’s property to be done with as she wished.

“Tyta, orgasm.” Daena ordered. As she was no longer Jenny but Tyta, a sex-slave, her body obeyed automatically and she shuddered and writhed in her skin-tight gloss, groaning with pleasure.

“Excellent. It is perfect, she is an ideal sex-slave.” Daena said delightedly turning to Shentar.

Tyta’s new life had begun.