The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tuesday, Kristen and I celebrated our one week anniversary with, what else, more sex.

Then Wednesday came and it was time for my appointment with Chahna.

She met me at her office door, closed it, then looped her arm through mine and walked me to the chair in front of her desk.

She had traded the pants portion of her business suit for an above the knee skirt, and a pair of black high heels completed the look. I liked what I saw.

“Hello Sam. How are you?” she gave me her trademark smile with her head slightly cocked. She was wearing more makeup today and the whole package was incredibly hot.

“I’m good Chahna, how are you?”

“Just great, thank you for asking.”

She paused, just looking at me for a moment, then shook her head slightly and got down to business.

“Ok Sam, tell me how you’re doing with developing your assertiveness.”

“I think things are going very well. I now have my six armed goddess.”

She always went under so quickly it was a little spooky.

Seeing how hot she looked today I just couldn’t skip my blow job. But I didn’t have her undress.

Afterwards I asked her to continue her story.

She talked about high school and her friends and activities. And then, when she was sixteen her father’s brother emigrated from India and came to live with them.

He came into her room late one night and put his hands around her neck. He choked her until she almost passed out and told her that if she made any noise he would kill her and do the same to her mother. He showed her a long sharp curved knife.

She was terrified. He made her suck him off and fondled her body.

Before he left he told her that if she told anyone he would deny it and she would be punished for lying. She kept quiet.

That was a mistake. He began visiting her regularly.

After a few weeks of this she came up with the idea of continuing her education in a boarding school and convinced her parents that it was a good idea.

When her uncle found out he choked her until she was unconscious and raped her while she was out.

It was still going to be a couple of weeks ‘til she left for school so she started spiking his food and drink with different things in the evening. She used her moms’ sleeping pills when she could steal them; sometimes she used chocolate laxative or something else that would make him sick. He only made it back to her room once before she left but he found her bed empty. She had taken to sleeping in her closet, behind some boxes, and she wedged the closet door from behind. He was strong enough to force it but the risk of noise and possible damage were too great so he went away cursing under his breath.

When she got to boarding school she met other girls like herself, who had been abused by relatives and others. They gravitated to one another and discovered girl on girl sex. Chahna swore she would never let another man touch her.

By the time she came home the next summer her uncle had his own place. But the damage was done; she was never the same person after being abused by him.

Our time was up. “Ok Chahna, you can stop.”

I thought about what she had just told me. How horrible it had been for her. And yet she had shown strength. She had taken steps to protect herself. But it had still affected her personality.

“Chahna, were you happy before you met me?”

“No, not really.”

“Why not?”

“My girlfriend controls me, sometimes she scares me. And sometimes I feel like something is missing. Deep down I really wanted to have a family, with children, but I can’t hope to have that now.”

“Do you trust me Chahna?”

“No. I can trust no man.”

That would have to change, but not too suddenly.

“Chahna, you will gradually come to trust me completely. Before my last appointment with you, you will not only fall in love with me, you will also have learned to fully trust me, nothing I do will ever make you distrust me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I told her what she was to remember about this visit and woke her up.

“Thank you Chahna. Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Ok. I guess so.”

“Would you have lunch with me tomorrow?”

Several emotions shown on her face in the space of a moment, surprise, pleasure, fear.

“I don’t think that’s wise Sam.”

“Why not?”

She shook her head. “Sam, I am in a committed relationship. I don’t want you to get your hopes up and be disappointed.”

Interesting. “Do you believe it’s right to blame one person for the actions of another?”

“No.”

“Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“Of course not Sam, you are one of the kindest people I know.”

“Then think about lunch. If not tomorrow then next week. It’s a standing invitation.”

“My, you are becoming more assertive, aren’t you?” She smiled again. “Ok, I’ll think about it, but the answer will probably still be no.”

“Great. See you next week Chahna.”

She walked me to the door with her hand on my back. As I left the office she stood in the doorway and watched me go.

Kristen was keeping busy fixing up the apartments. Every day there would be something new, repainted, redecorated or removed.

I didn’t mind, in fact I encouraged her, as long as she didn’t mess with my computer or anything in my office.

When I arrived from work Friday afternoon the old carpet had disappeared and there was a beautiful hardwood floor in its place.

Kristen was in her customary place and position, kneeling in the middle of the living room with head down. “Welcome home Master.”

“Wow Kristen, this is beautiful. I’ve always loved hardwood floors.”

There was something I’d been thinking about lately and I made a decision to deal with it.

“Kristen, please stand up.”

She did and I approached her put my hands on her shoulders. Looking in her eyes I said “Kristen, you know this whole slave/master thing is a real turn on in a way. But for me it’s not enough. I think it would be fun to do once in a while, when we’re feeling playful, but I need something else from you. I would rather have hugs and kissed than kneeling and bowing. I want you to live with me as a lover and a friend, not just a slave. So you can call me Sam or some pet name you choose, but let’s leave ‘Master’ for those special times, ok?”

Her face became radiant and she threw her arms around me. “Oh M... Oh Sam, thank you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”

“I love you too babe. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I kissed her passionately and she moaned into my mouth. I really wanted to take her to bed in that moment, but I had more I needed to discuss with her.

“Kristen, are you sure you should be spending your money on these apartments? I mean, I love what you’ve done but it might be better to look for another place rather than sinking so much into this place, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know.” she said hesitantly.

“Please say whatever is on your mind. I want to know what you really think.”

“Well, I was hoping we could stay in this place because my grandpa is here. Now that he and I are close again I want to spend as much time with him as possible.”

“Ok, that makes sense. I hadn’t really thought about it from that perspective. We’ll stay here then.”

She looked relieved.

“There is one more thing Kristen. When you finished high school you never went to college did you?”

“No. I was afraid to be around all those men.” she hung her head.

“Are you still afraid?”

“Yes, a little.”

“I think you should go to college Kristen. Right now you have money in the bank and I have a steady income but you never know what might happen in the future. I want to know that you have all you need to survive if anything should happen to me.”

She looked frightened when I said that. “Don’t worry, probably nothing will happen, but if it did I’d like to know that you wouldn’t have to depend on your parents to live.”

“Ok.” She agreed. “I don’t know whether to expect any help from my parents anyway and I would rather not have to ask for it.”

“Good. It helps that the university is not far away. It’s a long walk but walking is good for us too.”

She nodded.

“You still have a few weeks to enroll for the next semester, but you need to be thinking about what you want to major in.”

“That’s easy. I always wanted to be an attorney.”

“Really!?” It was my turn to be surprised.

She giggled. “Yeah. My father encouraged me. When I was little we used to watch LA Law on VHS.”

“All right then, that’s settled.”

She hugged me again. “Thank you for thinking about me Sammie. I love you.”

“I love you too babe.”

“Let’s eat dinner.” she suggested. “Then we’ll celebrate our new floor.”

“Oh? And how are we going to do that?”

She got a twinkle in her eye. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

We spent Saturday shopping for furniture. She bought a new sofa and a sixty inch plasma TV to replace my old twenty-five inch tube and the conversion box.

I invited Jim over for barbecue and cooked some nice thick rib eyes we picked up at the warehouse store and I cooked them on my little hibachi in the back yard.

Kristen told Jim of her plans to go to college and get her degree and they reminisced about all kinds of family history that I couldn’t really share, but I was glad to give them this opportunity to talk.

After dinner while Kristen was cleaning up Jim and I sat on the new sofa and talked.

“Sam, I’ve tried to be angry with you because of what you’ve done to Kristen but I just can’t. When I see how you’re helping her get her life back on track I have nothing but respect and appreciation for you. I mean, you didn’t have to do that did you? You could have just treated her like property and enjoyed your sex slave, but instead you treat her like a person and you give her the kind of life I would have wanted for her. You’re a good man Sam Williams and I want you to know how much I appreciate that.”

We always seemed to have these serious conversations in my living room. I won’t say I was getting used to it, but it wasn’t surprising any more.

“Thanks Jim, that means a lot coming from you.”

There was something I had been wanting to ask him but I wasn’t sure he’d welcome the question. I decided to ask anyway.

“Jim, I never knew my grandfather, could you tell me about him? Even the bad stuff would be more than I have now.”

He thought about it for a few seconds and said “Ok Sam. But if I start losing my temper I’ll have to stop. You see, Axel and I were always fighting. I hated him for what he did to those women.”

“The first time I saw him do it was in Hawaii. There was this girl in a bar who made it clear she didn’t want anything to do with him. She got up to go to the ladies room and he followed her. When they came back they were arm in arm and she was making eyes at him like he was the last man on earth. I think to her he probably was. Anyways, he went out with her a few times and then we shoved off. When we came back through there almost a year later she had a little baby, said it was his, but he told her it wasn’t and not to bother him again. She didn’t cry or argue or anything, she just said “Yes Master.” and left. That was the last I ever saw of her. But your grandpa had another girl hangin’ off his arm that very night and I found out later she got pregnant too.”

That’s when I called him on it. He told me what he could do, offered to get me girls too. I lost it, cold cocked him right there. Put him in the hospital with a broken nose.”

“From that day forward I made it my mission to interfere with his fun. I wasn’t always successful but he and I had lots of fights and ended up spending time in the brig together.”

I had a question. “Why didn’t he just use is ability on you and tell you to leave him alone?”

“Ah. He probably wished he could. But he told me it doesn’t work on men, just women. I guess you haven’t tried it on any men yet.”

“No, I haven’t wanted to use it on anyone else. I’ve already got two women I feel responsible for and I think that should be enough for any man.”

“That’s the difference between you and your grandpa. You feel responsible for the women you have enslaved. You have a conscience. He didn’t. He didn’t worry about the consequences to those women. A lot of them were white women, and it was bad enough for them. But most of them were Asians, and in their culture at that time having a child out of wedlock was unthinkable, especially a half white child. But he didn’t care, he just wanted to have his fun.”

“Funny, I always regretted not getting to know him but I guess I didn’t miss anything. I wonder what prompted him to marry my grandmother if he didn’t care about anyone.”

Jim shook his head. “Well, in spite of his abilities he was still a human man Sam. My guess is that he finally fell for one of his conquests, finally found someone he loved enough to not leave her. Unless... did her family have money?”

“I don’t know. I never really learned much about our family history. She died about six months before he did, cancer. Mom never talked about them much.”

“Hmm. I guess we may never know his motives then.” Jim paused, “You know Sam I just remembered something that happened that you need to know about. We had just put into port at New Orleans (he pronounced it Nawlens) and we were out carousing, our first day of leave. Well he spots this ni... err, this black girl sittin’ on a park bench. She was real pretty. Well he got it in his head he was gonna have her and he walked over and stood behind the bench a few minutes, but he came back fumin’. Appears he couldn’t affect her. She was immune to whatever he could do. Just thought you should know. Don’t depend on this thing too much, you might get into trouble you can’t get out of.”

“Interesting. Do you think it was because she was black or was that just a coincidence?”

“I don’t know. That was the only time I saw him go after a black girl and that was the only time I ever saw him fail. But it might be a coincidence like you said.”

At that point Kristen came to join us and the conversation turned to more mundane matters. But my mind was full of these stories about my grandfather.