The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I woke up. Somewhat. Why did I wake up?

A knock at my door. Ah, that’s why.

I pulled myself out of bed and only then realized that I had forgotten to lock my door last night. Careless. Stupid.

Slipping on my pants I opened the door to find Adiva.

“Master there is someone here.”

“Someone who?”

“She says her name is Fellah. But she will say nothing more.”

“She can’t be looking for me can she? I mean, who knows I’m here?”

“I do not know. She simply says there is a man in this house who she must see. My father was up all night and has just gone to sleep so I did not wish to wake him. Suleiman is dead. She has seen Jumah already. She says he is not the one.”

“Alright. Let’s go see what she wants.”

I was already buttoning my shirt as we made our way to the front room.

A veiled woman was sitting on a bench near the door. She saw me enter the room and sprung up to run half way across the room before sliding to her knees and jabbering something in Arabic.

Adiva gave me a surprised look. “She says you are her Master.”

I’d never laid eyes on her before.

“Really? That’s strange, I have no idea who she is. I don’t even know what to ask her Adiva. Just ask her to tell you about herself.”

I stood there and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes while the two of them talked.

After a few minutes Adiva turned to me and said “She says that she belonged to Sheik Saif. She says that last night she realized that he was dead and that she belonged to another. She tried to sleep but was unable, finally she decided to go searching for her new master. She has been driving around the city in a taxi for almost two hours.”

“How does she know that I’m her new master?”

They spoke. “She says she doesn’t know how, but she just knows.”

“Ok. I’m too tired to decide what to do with her now.” I yawned. “What time is it anyway?”

“It is four twenty-seven in the morning.”

“Four twenty... no wonder I can’t think.”

I tried to get my mind to clear.

“Ok. How is the diwan, is it cleaned up?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Put her in there for now. I’ll try to figure out what to do next. Can I get some coffee or is it too early?”

“I will ask Muna to serve you.”

She took Fellah to the diwan.

What the heck is going on? She can’t be faking it, there’s just no way.

The front door opened and a man came in. A new security guard. He said something in Arabic.

I shook my head. “Do you speak english?”

“Speak little. Woman come. Want enter.”

“Another woman?! Oh well, may as well let her in.”

“Yes?” He asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

He turned to open the door and several women seeing me nearly knocked him over getting into the house. They all collapsed to their knees before me.

The guard looked at me with a question on his face.

I shrugged and grinned.

He just shook his head and went out to his post.

“Ok, what’s this all about?”

They all began to speak at once.

I held up my hands for silence. “Does anyone speak english?”

Two hands went up.

“Alright. One of you should speak for everyone. Which one will it be?”

They spoke to each other and came to an agreement. The one on the left directed her words to me.

“We have come to serve our new Master. Saif is dead, this we know. We have been drawn here to you. We all feel it, we all wish to serve you.”

What the hell? I didn’t know what to think.

“So, yesterday you were all Saif’s slaves?”

“Yes Master.”

“And today you’re all my slaves?”

“Yes Master.”

“How do these things keep happening to me?”

“I’m sorry Master, I do not know.”

“Never mind. I wasn’t really expecting an answer.”

Adiva came back into the room at that point.

“Sam?”

“Yeah Adiva, it’s just what it looks like. More slaves for me. Oh joy.”

I took a quick count. Seven.

“Ok. Put them in the diwan with the other one. Then wake Casey and Stefani. I want the three of you to interview them and collect all the information you can. What did they do for Saif? Where do they live? Who is their family? What skills they have. Everything.”

“Yes Master.” She said something to the women in Arabic and they all followed her to the diwan.”

Muna came in with a coffee tray.

“Ah. Thanks. I need this.”

“Can I do more for you Master?”

“Not right now. But we may have several guests for breakfast so make sure they prepare enough food.”

“Yes Master.”

I sat down on one of the benches and sipped my coffee.

Why were these women coming to me? It could be because I enslaved Daliyah and she killed Saif. Is that how it works? I turn a slave and she kills her former master and all of his slaves become mine? I don’t know, maybe. Or maybe just by turning one of his slaves I create a connection to the rest of them and if their master dies for whatever reason they all become mine. I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s not like I plan to go around killing Slavers to test my theories.

The question is, what am I gonna do with all of them?

The front door opened and the guard came in again.

“More woman. Want enter.”

I sighed. “Sure, bring ‘em in, the more the merrier.”

He shook his head and opened the door to admit the women.

One came in quickly and fell to her knees before me. The others stormed in speaking angrily in Arabic and trying to make the first one get up by pulling on her arms. Some of them seemed fairly young.

The guard waited by the door until I motioned him to go out.

“Does anybody here speak english?”

All of the standing women stopped talking. Then one spoke to me.

“What have you done to our mother?” Her accent was British.

“I’m sorry, I have never seen your mother before.”

“Then what is wrong with her? She has lost her mind. She claims our father is dead and she belongs to you.”

The kneeling woman remained where she was with her head bowed.

“Who is your father?”

She drew herself up haughtily. “Our father is Sheik Saif bin Kazim bin Rabi. He is a great man. A great leader. A champion of Islam.”

Oh boy.

“Ok. Does your mother speak English?”

“Yes. We are all educated.”

“Do you know what your father was? Not the normal stuff, I mean, did you know he had a special ability?”

“What are you speaking of?”

I touched the shoulder of the woman on her knees. “What is your name?”

“Ghayda.”

“Tell them what Saif did to you and the others.”

“He enslaved us with his mind. He took us from our lives and our families and made us serve him, made us love him.”

“She has lost her senses. She speaks nonsense.”

“No. I speak the truth. When I was young I wished to leave this country. I wished to have a life of my own, with no man to command me. I was going to go to London to university and become a doctor. When he saw me he wanted me but I despised him. He just looked at me and I suddenly loved him and would do anything for him. One moment I hated him and the next moment I was his slave.”

“Mother you must not say these things. Our father is a great man.”

“He was a monster!”

“Enough Ghayda.” Tempers were starting to run high so I stepped in.

To the daughters I said “I’m sorry, and I don’t expect you to believe this, but your father really was an evil man. I know, he tried to kill me twice.”

“Who are you to speak of our father this way? If he tried to kill you then you must have deserved it.” She stopped. “If he tried to kill you why are you still alive?”

Uh oh.

“I, uh… escaped.”

“Is our father truly dead? Did you kill him?”

“Uh no. I didn’t kill him.”

But they saw it in my face.

“You killed him! You did kill him! It is true.”

“Now calm down.”

“Calm down! Calm down?! I will calm down when you are dead.”

And suddenly they all charged. Ghayda threw a nice body block to slow them down. I scrambled and ran to the diwan where the previous eight converted slaves were just beginning the process of being interviewed by Adiva, Stefani and Casey. Muna was also there along with four other women from the Salman household.

Saif’s five daughters caught me as I passed through the doorway and tackled me. I rolled up in a ball as they started to beat me.

And then they were gone.

I looked up from my fetal position on the floor to see the daughters being held by all of my slaves, at least three holding each one. Casey, Stefani and Adiva pulled their guns out and the daughters went passive.

I could see the fear in their eyes.

I groaned as I picked myself up from the floor.

“I so do not need any more slaves.” I shook my head. “If only you’d just let your mother come here on her own I wouldn’t have to do this. Now I don’t have a choice, if I let you go you’ll tell the authorities I killed your father. And because I’m an American the suspicion alone would probably put me in a prison for a very long time. So, like I said, no choice.”

I approached the first one, the spokesperson.

“What are you going to do to us?”

“The same thing your father did to these girls.” She looked at the faces of the women holding her.

She gasped. “Our servants. What are they doing here?”

“These are women your father enslaved. I inherited them apparently. And unfortunately I inherited you as well, in a way.”

I focused on her and enslaved her. Stepped to the next one and did the same; and repeated the same thing until all of Saif’s daughters were my slaves.

“Release them.”

“All right, listen up. You are now my slaves, you belong to me and will obey any command I give you. If you ever hear me, and only me, say the words ‘my covert kitten’ you will immediately return to this trance state that you are in now.”

Some of the other women went into a trance when I said this trigger phrase.

“You will never do anything that will cause anyone to suspect that you are my slaves. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes.” They all said in unison.

“Ok. I’m going to count down from three to zero, when I get to zero you will wake up and be your normal selves except for the instructions I have given you. Three, two, one, zero.”

They all woke up. The five daughters of Saif went to their knees and bowed their heads.

“Get up. This is Adiva, Stefani and Casey. You will do as they instruct you.”

I turned to Adiva. “Don’t forget to ask the others if Saif had a trigger phrase for them to return them to a trance.”

“Yes Master.”

I went back to the entry room and retrieved my coffee. I sat there sipping my coffee and meditating on what I was going to do with all these new slaves.

Over the next four and a half hours others showed up alone or in small groups until I had a total of a hundred and thirty-three new slaves.

When there didn’t seem to be any new arrivals for about a half hour Adiva came in with several sheets of print outs.

“Master. Here is the information on your new slaves.”

“Thank you amira.”

Reading through the report I learned that they ranged in age between sixteen and eighty-five. Saif’s daughters were twenty-four, twenty-two, nineteen, seventeen and sixteen. None were married, which was kind of strange. Saif must have been saving them for something special.

Many were wives of prominent Sheiks or held jobs in businesses that competed with those of Sheik Saif. Two were deeply involved in the inner workings of Al-Quaeda, and one of those was a CIA agent infiltrating Al-Quaeda who Saif had just captured three weeks before.

I couldn’t tell anyone about these discoveries without revealing that I was able to turn the slaves of other Slavers. So all were instructed to return to their lives, but to report to me if they learned of anything that might affect me or my possessions.

By one o’clock all had been processed and sent away.

The Sheik woke up at one thirty and greeted us in the diwan.

“I trust you all have had a restful morning. What would you like to do this afternoon?”

Much to his surprise we all went back to bed.

The rest of the week was much less exciting. The Sheik gave us a tour of his city. I learned that for entertainment these people liked to go out to the desert and camp in tents. I figured it must be some kind of nostalgia trip, a yearning for the good old days. They had some nice white sand beaches but there was no one on them but a few surf fishermen. I guess the abaya was not conducive to sunbathing.

Thursday morning I had a nice long talk with Salman.

“Sheik, I have a proposal for you.”

“What might that be Mr. Williams?”

“Well, Saif is dead. His wife is a widow and his daughters have no father and they really had nothing to do with his treason. In addition his company has no head. Would you consider taking his widow as your third wife? That way you would control his businesses and I could provide experts to make sure things were managed properly.”

He was thoughtful for a moment. “Do you think she would consent?”

“I am certain of it.”

“Very well. This has worked out much better than I ever imagined it would.”

“Yes. But the favor I need to ask you is to arrange good marriages for Saif’s daughters. I feel somewhat responsible that they have been deprived of their father at this time. They need to marry men of position and prestige, which means they need someone of position and prestige to intercede for them.” That appealed to his vanity. “Can you take care of that for me?”

“Yes, it will be an honor to do so.”

“Good. One other thing Sheik, before I left a friend of mine who does contract work for the US government told me that Saif was involved in arms trafficking, I think we should let that business die on the vine. I know someone else will step in to fill the void but I really don’t want to be involved in that type of business.”

“It could be very lucrative. Are you sure?”

“Positive. In fact I insist. And no support for Al-Quaeda either.”

“Hmmm. Very well. Let it be as you wish.”

“Thank you.”

I called Gaydah, Saif’s widow, and explained what I wanted her to do.

Thursday afternoon we packed and were ready for the flight back the next morning.

Friday morning a courier came by and picked up the pistols and ammunition which were going to be destroyed so they could never be traced.

I never found out what happened to the bodies of Saif and his guards and I didn’t want to know.

We were at the airport at ten o’clock Friday morning. We were using the same charter plane that we flew in on.

As we were walking toward our gate I heard a female voice shout “Wait! Master please wait!”

I whipped around and put my finger across my lips and then extended both arms with palms down, hoping she would get the message to keep it down. The last thing I needed was some woman shouting to the world that she was my slave. What I saw was a young black woman running toward me from the arrival gates. She ran up to me and bowed her head. “Thank god I found you.”

“Ok. Quietly. Who are you?”

“Julie Ortega.”

“Why are you looking for me?”

“Saif is dead and you are my Master.”

“Uh-huh. Did you just arrive?”

“Yes.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Where are you from?”

“Houston.”

“Ok. Do you have a return ticket?”

“No I didn’t know how long I would be staying.”

“Alright. Let’s see if we can get you on our plane. Hopefully they won’t hassle you for turning around and leaving as soon as you arrived.”

There wasn’t much of a hassle. She wasn’t wearing an abaya, just tight jeans and a snug fitting white blouse. I think they were happy to see her leave, although they all watched with interest as she walked to the gate swinging her ass. I watched too. She was a striking woman. Very dark skin, about five foot eight, around thirty years old, straightened black back length hair, very shapely, very very shapely. In a word, she was hot.

On the plane we all sat in the first class seats for takeoff. I had Julie sit by me.

“Ok Julie, tell me about yourself. When were you taken by Saif.”

“About six years ago. I was working for Burt-Halloran and was here to follow up on some mineral rights for some of our properties.”

“Burt-Halloran? The big oilfield management company?”

“Yes. I still work there as Vice President of acquisitions. I met with Saif privately one day and from then on I could only obey and adore him.”

“I see. Are you married?”

“Divorced. My husband wanted me to quit the job or at least cut down on the extra hours, but Saif said no. He left me three years ago.”

“Mm-Hmm. Any kids?”

“No. Saif ordered me to get my tubes tied.” Her tone was angry.

“How about other family? Parents, siblings?”

“No, none. I was an only child. I was born when my parents were already nearing fifty. My mom died a few years ago, my dad died six months later.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“How do you feel about Saif?”

“I couldn’t help but love him when he was alive, but now that he’s gone I hate his putrid rotting guts.”

“Uh-huh. And how do you feel about me?”

“Oh I love you Master, I truly do.”

“Yes, but that’s the slavery talking.”

“Of course it is, but… even if I wasn’t your slave I would not hate you. You killed Saif and so you freed me from that monster. At the very least I would be very grateful to you.”

“I didn’t actually kill Saif, well not directly. And how did you know I was involved in that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just assumed.”

“Well, I’m sorry I can’t free you completely. I wish I could but I just don’t know how.”

“Thank you Master, but that’s ok. I have grown accustomed to belonging to a master, and I can tell you have a good heart. You are not like Saif.”

The plane was off the ground now and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been on pins and needles the whole time we were in the LAS. I was constantly afraid that I would do something that would get me into trouble. That’s why I hadn’t tried to have sex with any of my slaves during my stay, I was afraid of getting caught. It was just totally unfamiliar territory, and I was glad to be away from there.

I had already been contemplating joining the mile high club on the way home. Other than the pilot, copilot and a flight attendant it was only me, Adiva, Casey, Stefani and now Julie. We could have some privacy on this flight and I already knew what I wanted to do with it.

“Master?”

“Yes Julie.”

She bowed her head. “I… I haven’t been with a man since my ex-husband left me. Do you think you could…?”

I took her hand. “Yes Julie, we will.” I said, using my free hand to lift her chin so I could look into her eyes.

I kissed her.

“Mmmmmm.” We broke the kiss and she fanned her face with her free hand. “Soon I hope.”

“As soon as the seat belt light goes out.” My hardon was pulsing and I wasn’t going to wait any longer than I had to. I wanted this woman.

“By the way, my name is Sam Williams. In public you should call me Sam, never Master.”

“Yes Master.”

When the captain announced that it was ok to move around I stood up and took Julie by the hand.

“Casey, nobody goes to the back of the plane. I want some privacy.”

“Yes Master.” She said, and she took a position in the aisle after we had passed through toward the back.

I led Julie to the cubicle that was farthest from the front of the plane. This was one of the sleeping cubicles. The bed was just big enough for two people…, if one was lying on top of the other.

I took Julie in my arms and kissed her. She moaned and practically climbed up my torso as she ground her crotch on my thigh.

“I need you.” She said.

“Likewise.”

I pulled her top over her head and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were glorious, larger than any of my live at home girls. They were firm and black and stood out from her body like shelves on a wall. Her nipples were darker that the rest of her skin. I took one into my mouth and sucked.

“Ooohhh yeesss.” She moaned.

I reached down and unfastened her jeans while continuing to suckle. She shucked the loose pants down to her feet. The panties went with them. Her pussy was covered with a thatch of kinky black hair.

I pushed her back to the bed and laid her down. Pulling my t-shirt over my head and pushing my pants down I was naked in a few seconds and crawled up on top of her.

“Get ready.”

“I am ready.” She panted.

“I don’t think you understand what’s about to happen.”

“I’ve done this before.” She replied grabbing my member and pulling toward her opening.

“Not with me.”

I positioned my cock at the entrance to her vagina and licked her nipple.

“Aahh yess.”

I pushed half way in and she pushed up to meet me, engulfing my entire staff in one swift motion.

“Aaahh, aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh, aaaaaaahahhhhhhhnnnnnnngggggggg!”

I kept myself buried deeply in her and could feel those internal muscles pulling me in, they grabbed me like a fist and stroked my member while it was stationary in its new home.

When her orgasm subsided I checked her. She was still conscious, barely. “Is that what you expected?”

“No…” she gasped for breath. “How…?”

“Don’t ask me. Julie, did Saif give you a phrase or something that would put you in a trance?”

“I don’t know.”

He must have made her forget being in a trance.

“Ok. I’m going to try something.”

I focused on her and released my enslaving power.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body convulsed in a way that almost threw me to the floor. I was hanging on for dear life, but her pussy was clamped down so hard I don’t think I could have gotten my cock out of her if I wanted to.

When she finished I checked her again. Completely out.

“Julie, can you hear me?”

“Yes.” Her barely audible answer came out.

“If you ever hear me, and only me, say the words ‘my covert kitten’ you will return to this trance state. I don’t want you passing out but I want you in a state where you can receive my commands. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“From now on when you feel my cock inside you I want you to feel all of the natural stimulation that you felt just now, however you won’t have a strong enough orgasm to make you pass out. You can have small orgasms but I want you conscious until I come. When I come then you can have whatever orgasm comes natural to you. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes.”

“Then wake up Julie.”

She blinked sleepily. She was groggy but awake. After a moment she began to regain a level of cognizance of her surroundings.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. What did you do to me?”

“Don’t you remember?”

She searched her memory. “You told me not to pass out.”

“Right. Now let’s try this again.”

I pulled out and slammed myself back in deep.

“Ohhhhh, Ohh, ohh.” She moaned and whimpered as her orgasm serged and then subsided. “Oh god. What’s happening?”

I did it again.

“Ohhhhnnnnggg, ahhh, ahh. This… can’t be happening.”

“We’re just getting started Julie.”

I started pumping in and out with a fairly slow rhythm.

“Ohhhmmmyyy, ohhhmmmyyy, ohhh, pleeeaaasse, ahhhh, pleeaassse, Ssssaaaaammmm.”

I continued my strokes while her body alternated between ecstasy and relaxation, picking up the pace a little. I was getting close.

“Please… what?” I asked between strokes.

“Ohhh, pleeeeaaasse…, lettt…, mmmeeeeee…, coooomme.”

I was almost there and started pumping furiously. “You…, asked…, for it.”

Then I came and she screamed. I pushed hard for a few more strokes and then buried my inseminator deeply inside her as my cum filled her pussy, which was spasming like an epileptic having an attack.

Then I was done and she was completely out.

That was great, just what the doctor ordered. I felt normal again.

I lay there with her for quite a while, feeling her warmth and running my hand over her smooth black skin. She was truly a beautiful woman. Finally I got up and left her sleeping.

I’d give myself about an hour and then I thought it would be time for another round with Casey.

This was going to be the best flight ever.

When we landed in Atlanta I had to make a decision. Would Julie get off to catch a plane to Houston or continue with us to the west coast? I had about eight hours to think about it while the crew got some sleep.

Ever since that first time together she had been very attentive to me. She always tried to sit next to me and tended to cling to my arm leaning her head into my shoulder. I didn’t mind, I liked Julie.

She had taken her two week vacation for the trip to the LAS not knowing how long she would be gone. She begged me to let her come along.

I finally decided to keep Julie with us and take her home with me for a few days. There was something about her that I found appealing in a way I couldn’t put into words. Besides I still hadn’t had enough of her wonderful body, even though I’d had her five times since we left the League.