The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

At breakfast I announced that Julie would be quitting her job and moving in. The girls were all a twitter and giggly and talking a mile a minute.

Julie and I agreed that she would fly out the next morning and tend her resignation with a two week notice. During those two weeks she would arrange her affairs and then return to us.

We were nearly finished eating when my phone rang. It was Larry.

“Hi Sam. Listen, the founder of our organization is here from DC and he’d like to meet with you. Do you have a couple of hours this morning?”

“Uh, sure Larry. Do you want to come here or should I go to you.”

“We’ll come to your place. See you about ten.”

“Ok.” I hung up.

So I’m finally going to get to meet the top dog of this secret organization. It should be interesting. I wonder why they need two whole hours. They must have something heavy to spring on me. I have news for them though, I’m not going on any missions for a few weeks at least.

When the doorbell rang I went to the front door to see Larry and a much younger man than I had expected, and of course Sue and one other woman, she was tall and athletic looking. She had red hair and looked competent.

Then I looked at the ‘too young man’ again and my world went spinning back in time. I knew that face. I’d seen it so many times when I was a kid and in pictures. I was dumbfounded.

“Hello Sam.” Said the ‘too young man’. “It’s good to see you again.”

I checked Larry who was watching me carefully, then back to the ‘too young man.’

“You’re dead! You can’t be here.”

“Yeah. About that. The rumors of my death were somewhat exaggerated. If we can talk in private I’ll tell you about it.”

I just stood there.

Julie came up behind me and tugged at my arm. “Sam, aren’t you going to invite them inside?”

I finally snapped out of it a little. “Sorry. Yeah, come in.”

The women sat down in the living room and Larry headed for my office followed by the ‘too young man’ and myself.

They sat in the guest chairs Kristen had added to my office while I was gone to the League and I sat in my own office chair.

We just sat there for a few minutes staring at each other.

Finally the ‘too young man’ said “Go ahead Sam. I can tell you have something on your mind. Ask.”

“Why?”

He nodded. “Look at me Sam. I couldn’t pretend to be old anymore.”

“Are you really my grandfather?”

“Yes. After your grandmother died of cancer I knew it was time for me to move on so I faked my death.”

“But we thought you were… we went to your funeral. Mom cried for days, even weeks later I caught her crying.”

He took a deep breath. “That was the hardest part for me Sam. I loved you and your mother and I hated to leave you, but the time had come and I had to start over. It’s the only way for us Sam, a new life, a new name. Otherwise people notice. That’s the only thing Larry hasn’t told you yet Sam, we Slavers live a long time. I don’t know how long yet, but I met a man in Europe who said he was three hundred and fifty three years old and he didn’t look a day over thirty five. I think a lot of the old stories and fables about vampires might be based on Slavers. Before I ‘died’ I was spending almost an hour every morning applying makeup to make me look older, but you can only hide so much with makeup.”

I was reeling. Three hundred years! My mind was having a very hard time absorbing the idea.

“How old are you really then?”

“Oh I’m really ninety-six. That was the first time I’ve had to start a new life, but I’ll have to do it again in a few years. I normally wear makeup to make me look like I’m in my forties like Larry here.”

I looked at Larry now with new interest.

He pointed to his sideburns. “The gray is applied. That’s why I keep it short, it’s a lot easier to fake.”

“And how old are you?”

“A hundred and three.”

“Did grandma know?”

“She knew, intellectually. She’d never seen me enslave anyone though and the only evidence she had that I was telling the truth was the fact that I wasn’t growing older.”

“But Jim Adamson said you enslaved a lot of women. He said you were an evil man.”

He took a deep breath. “He was right Sam, I was an evil man. When I was young and I found out what I could do I took full advantage of it. I took any woman I felt like I wanted and damn the consequences.

“When I got out of the Navy some of them started to show up here. They had been trying to follow me around. I told them all to go home. One showed up with a little two year old girl and I told her I didn’t want any kids around and I didn’t want her. I found out later she jumped off a bridge taking the little girl with her. That was the first time I realized that what I was doing was wrong. It hit me hard Sam. I stopped enslaving women altogether.

“A couple of years later I met your grandmother and she swept me off my feet. She loved me without being enslaved and for me that was beyond price. I fell so much in love with her that I never enslaved another woman as long as she was alive.

“As time passed and I wasn’t showing any signs of aging I realized I was going to have a problem. I didn’t know I wasn’t going to age normally but I figured it out eventually. I had to tell her. She laughed at first and thought I was joking but eventually she had to accept the fact that I was telling the truth when she got old but I didn’t.

“So after my ‘death’ I decided to try to find other people like me. I traveled for a while and did find a few others. We try to hide what we are Sam but if you know what to look for it’s not impossible to find Slavers.

“I got to thinking about how much power we had, and that that power should be used for something good. So I started Compelling Research Unlimited and started trying to recruit other Slavers. I’ve had some success but most want to continue to enjoy the hedonistic fruits of their abilities. They’re not worried about the world at large or helping others. But you made me very happy and proud when you said you would join us.

“Sam, I’m sorry I had to deceive you. But please believe me when I tell you there was no other way. Can you forgive me?”

I thought about it. The last twenty years had been tough, tough on me and on my parents before they died. But how was that different from everyone else in the world? The people whose grandfathers weren’t Slavers and died for real. Now I knew my grandfather was alive and that I was going to have a lot of time to spend with him, and maybe most importantly, that he wasn’t a bad person.

“Yeah, I can forgive you grandpa. You did what you had to do. I’m really glad you’re not an evil person.”

“Thank you Sam. And I have to say that I’m very proud of the person you’ve become. You’re a responsible young man and you try to do the right thing.”

“Thanks. Now I have a few more questions if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Well, have you ever heard of a Slaver with telepathic abilities? Like, I’ve learned recently that I can think about what I want people to do or feel and it happens.”

They looked at each other and my grandfather said “Noooo. That three hundred and fifty year old Slaver that I told you I met in Europe seemed to do some spooky things with his slaves when I was talking to him. They seemed to anticipate his needs and desires to a degree that might indicate some kind of telepathic control.

“So, how does it work Sam?”

“I just think about what I want the person to do or feel and it happens.”

“Can you give us a demonstration? Can you get one of your slaves to bring us some peanut butter sandwiches?”

“Sure. Just a second.”

Kristen. Bring us some peanut butter sandwiches and milk.

“It’ll probably be a few minutes before we see the results.”

“That was it? You already did it?”

“Yeah.”

“What else have you noticed about your abilities Sam?”

“Well, with this telepathy thing there seems to be some intercommunication too. For example, when we were in Salmans house and Saif was going to kill me, my three armed slaves shot his guards. But they were way too efficient at it. Only one had extensive experience with fire arms but they all made perfect center of mass shots. Plus they all acted simultaneously and each picked different targets, no two of them targeted the same guard. And at the same time, I knew what they were going to do as surely as if they had told me and being in their line of fire I hit the floor.”

“That’s very interesting Sam.”

“There’s one other thing. It works with women who are not my slaves.”

I told them about my experience at the restaurant.

“Wow Sam!” Exclaimed Larry. “That’s amazing.”

“Yes. It’s certainly outside the realm of our experiences.” My grandfather added.

Just then Kristed came in with a platter of peanut butter sandwiches, various containers of jellies and honey and a pitcher of milk with three empty glasses.

“I thought you might want something to eat Master.”

Adiva trailed in behind her with a folding table and set it up. Then Kristen sat the food on the table.

“Thank you Kristen, that’s perfect. Thank you Adiva.”

They left the room.

“Well that’s pretty clear evidence that it works.” Larry stated the obvious, stuffing a quarter sandwich into his mouth.

“Sam, I think you may potentially be the most powerful Slaver I’ve ever met. Which makes me doubly glad you’ve decided to help us.

“Listen Sam, I don’t just want you to belong to our organization, I want you to own it. Help us decide how to use it, how to use our Slaver abilities to the best advantage to make this world a better place.

“In a decade or so I’m going to have to disappear again. I need to leave this thing I’ve started to someone who will keep it moving in the right direction. That could be you Sam, I’d like it to be you.”

“Thanks grandpa. You know, I should probably call you something other than grandpa. People are going to think I’m nuts.”

“Avery, Avery Snead.”

“Good name. Uh, Larry, could you give me a few minutes alone with my gra…, uh, with Avery?”

“Sure. I’ll just wait in the front room.”

He walked out and I sat there for a long moment before finally deciding.

“Ok. There’s one more thing. But you have to swear that it stays between you and me. No one else gets to know, not even Larry or any other close confidants you may have.”

He looked at me intently for a moment. “It must be pretty scary for you to swear me to secrecy.”

“It is.”

“Alright. I swear. No one else will get wind of it through me. Now out with it.”

“I can turn other Slaver’s slaves into my slaves.”

“WHAT!?”

“Shhh. Keep it down.”

Larry’s head appeared around the door jam. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. Everthing’s just peachy Larry. Just please, wait in the front room.”

Larry disappeared again.

Avery was visibly shaken. “Sam, that’s… unprecedented. No one can do that. Are you sure?”

I told him what happened when Salman was here and what happened after Saif’s death.

“God damn it Sam. You’ve just pulled the foundation out from under my comfortable little world. I know it’s not your fault.” He waved his hand in my direction. “But this changes so much. We could always trust our own slaves, now…”

“I don’t know that it will work for all Slavers. I mean, there are already other things I can do that you can’t. Maybe it’s just me.”

“Even if it is, we have to start behaving as if any Slaver can do it. We can’t trust our own slaves anymore.”

“But if you do that then you’ll have to tell everyone it’s possible and then they will all try it just to see if they can do it. If they couldn’t do it before they might learn to do it.”

“Damn! You’re right. I’ve got to spend some time thinking about this.”

“Sorry gr… Avery but there’s still one more thing.”

“For crying out loud Sam, you’re killing me here… Ok go ahead.”

“Julie, the black girl, she’s not a slave.”

“So she’s here because…”

“She was a slave. She was one of Saif’s slaves. I freed her.”

If he was surprised before he was skeptical now. “I don’t think that’s possible Sam. Are you sure that’s what happened?”

“Well, here’s what I think. Of course it just happened and I’m still trying to figure it out, but I think it happened when we were having sex, I mean I had it in her deep,” I cleared my throat, a little embarrassed. “and I released my power into her. She acted like you would expect, went into a trance and responded to my commands and everything. But what I think happened is that I changed something in her. Instead of being a slave she has been consumed by love for me. It’s a subtle difference, but she can disobey me now if she thinks it’s in my best interests, though she would never do anything to betray me. It’s kind of like a geas that I used to read about in some Fantasies, she is utterly loyal but not bound by specific commands, rather she is bound by love… Anyway that’s what I think. Only time will tell if I’m right.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Boy you are full of surprises. I came here thinking I was going to flatten you with my surprise, and I think I did, but that’s nothing to what you’ve done to me. You do realize that I’m going to experiment with all these new abilities of yours to see which ones I can duplicate don’t you?”

“Of course, and that’s exactly why some of these things have to be kept absolutely secret. Just between you and me. Completely compartmentalized.”

“I’m sure you’re right. A family secret then.” He rose and extended his hand. “It’s been a pleasure to get to know you again Sam and I’ll tell you again, I’m proud. Your mom would be proud too.”

I got up, walked around the little folding table ignoring his extended hand and took him in a bear hug.

“Thanks gramps. You can’t imagine what it means to me to have a family again.”

“I love you Sam... But don’t ever call me gramps.” He laughed.

I laughed too. “Ok Avery. Let me walk you to the door.”

I spent the evening making love to Julie. Then we slept until morning.