The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I went over to the nursing station and asked for a phone book. The nurse pointed to a couple of public phones outside the waiting room. Just as I arrived at the phones my cell phone rang.

“Williams.”

“Hello Sam, this is Steve Bartholomue. Listen, I noticed that there’s a circus outside your home right now and I just got word that someone leaked the fact that you’ve been hanging out at the hospital so reporters are on their way.”

I groaned.

“How would you like me to arrange for you to stay in one of Jim’s properties?”

“That would be great Steve but we’d like to stay close to the hospital.”

“Not a problem. Are you familiar with the Royal Regent Hotel?”

“Uh, sure. That’s where we were planning to stay.”

“Great. You’ve got the Presidential Suite through the weekend.”

“Are you serious? Wow that’s great Steve, I really appreciate this.”

“Just show ID at the front desk and they’ll give you a key. By the way, how is Kristen?”

“She’s fine. The doctor is releasing her right now.”

“Great! Now if we could only get Jim back on his feet.”

“Yeah. Thanks again Steve. I gotta go. Gotta sneak out of this hospital before the reporters catch me.”

I closed the phone.

I went back to the nursing station.

“Hi.” I approached a nurse behind a computer. She was a middle aged black woman, and she looked indisposed. “Listen, my girlfriend, Kristen McBeth is in room three-twenty-two, she’s being released. I was wondering if there was any way to expedite her release so we could go now.”

She looked up at me and began to answer “I’m sorry honey, we have certain procedures that have to be..., say, don’t I know you?”

“Uh, no. But you might have seen my picture on TV.”

“It’s you! My holy stars! I did see your face on TV. You’re the one who saved us all yesterday.”

“Yeah,” I smiled “guilty as charged.”

“Why did you say you need to leave now?”

“Well the word is out and apparently there’s a gaggle of reporters on their way here.”

“Oh, well then this is an emergency situation. Why didn’t you say so in the first place honey? We have ways to make exceptions in an emergency. Does she still have an IV in her arm?”

“Yes, I think she does.”

“Hold on a minute.”

She walked over to another nurse and they had a private conversation. She pointed over at me then to Kristen’s room.

Then she came back to the desk and the other nurse went in to Kristen.

“She’ll be ready to go in a few minutes. You just sit tight and we’ll have you outa here in no time.”

She was as good as her word. She even took us down on the service elevator and let us out the employee’s entrance.

We thanked her profusely and headed for the parking lot.

Unfortunately I had parked my bike by the front entrance and I could see there were already TV News vans parked there.

“Well Kristen, I don’t know how I’m going to get to my bike.”

“I don’t know if I could ride behind you with this big cast anyway.”

“Oh, right. Didn’t think about that.”

Just then I heard a car pulling up beside us. I turned to look and it was a big car, a limo, a Lincoln Navigator limo.

the driver’s window rolled down and the man asked “Ms. McBeth and Mr. Williams?”

“Yeeesss....”

“Compliments of Mr. Bartholomue. He thought you might need a ride.”

“Well. How can I say no to that? Come on Kristen.”

We jumped in the back and were in the Presidential Suite in just a few minutes.

The Presidential Suite was opulent and had some amenities I would like to have tried out with Kristen, but she was tired out and the cast was definitely going to get in the way. So after dinner we opted for just cuddling in bed and ended up falling asleep.

The next morning I woke early and decided to take a quick drive out to the apartment.

As I stepped outside the Hotel I remembered that I had left my motorcycle at the hospital. There was no taxi available but I saw a courtesy van, so I walked over to it and said to the driver “Hello, can I get a ride to the hospital?”

“Sure man jump in.” said the driver, who was a kid of college age.

So he got me to the hospital. As we pulled into the parking lot I looked around and verified there were no news vans in the parking lot.

My bike was right where I left it.

I pulled on my helmet and cranked the engine. It was a nice morning for a motorcycle ride.

I arrived at my apartment and as I suspected there was no one around this early so I slipped in to get my laptop. I also picked up some clothes for both of us.

When I got back to the hotel Kristen was in the shower. I poked my head in to let her know I was back. She had pulled a plastic trash bag over her arm to keep the cast dry but she was having a hard time washing herself with one arm. So I stripped and slipped into the shower with her. “Here let me help you. You just focus on keeping the cast dry and I’ll do the rest.”

I grabbed a washcloth and began soaping down her back, neck and good arm; she’d already done the rest. Then I let her rinse while I squirted some shampoo in my hand. I rubbed the shampoo into her hair and massaged it in.

She said she was finished and got out to dry herself.

By this time I had a raging hard-on of course. I mean think about it. I’m showering with a beautiful woman, running my hands all over her. I wanted nothing more that to ram myself into her from behind, but I was concerned about getting the cast wet. So I just washed myself.

After showering I dried off, combed my hair and shaved. I had a towel wrapped around my waist when I stepped from the bathroom to the suite and found Kristen naked, kneeling facing the bathroom door.

“Kristen, I told you you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, but I want to.” She looked up and smiled a playful crooked smile.

“All right slave, what is your request?”

“Master have I been a good slave?”

I started getting into the role. “Yes, I believe your service has been satisfactory.”

“Then can I have a reward?”

“Perhaps, what kind of reward did you have in mind?”

She stared at the bulge in the towel on my waist and I got the idea.

“Very well, I will allow it this time, but you must remember that a slave does not only serve because of rewards.” I was playing the aloof, haughty master, but in reality I was thrilled that she wanted this and my cock was a tent pole under the towel.

I stepped closer. “Take your reward slave.”

She pulled at the towel and it fell to the floor revealing my ultra hardwood accessory. She started licking up and down my shaft and then cupping my balls she took me into her mouth. She took me deep until I bottomed out at the back of her throat and she gagged. I had an idea. “My six armed goddess.”

She went under, mouth still on my cock.

“Kristen, when you are doing this to me your gag reflex will be suspended; you will not gag when my cock hits the back of your throat. You will wake up and continue when I count from three to zero and you will not remember being in this trance. Three, two, one, zero.”

She woke and continued her ministrations as if there had been no interruption. Now she began taking me deep without gagging then pulling back until only her lips were on the tip of my member. In deep then out, in deep then out, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. She was also feeling the arousal. I guess my previous instructions were still in effect because she was rubbing her clit and moaning into my erection, getting louder and louder, starting to move her hips in time with her mouth. I finally couldn’t wait any longer and let go in her mouth. She bucked and screamed through her nose as she tried to capture all of my spunk. She wrapped her good arm around my waist to keep from collapsing and continued to suckle me until I was hard again.

I pulled out, lifted her chin and bent down to kiss her.

“Thank you master.”

“Oh we’re not finished yet slave.”

I took her good hand, stood her up and lead her to the bedroom. Among the clothing I had brought was her high heel shoes. I helped her put them on. Then I had her stand facing the bed. I piled some pillows on the bed in front of where she was standing so she could lay on them with her cast to the side.

“Spread you legs a little and bend over the bed slave, and do not bend your knees.”

She did as instructed and I could see her exposed pussy from behind. With the high heels she was just the right height for me to move in behind her and insert the round peg in the slotted hole. She moaned.

“How does that feel slave?”

“Wonderful master. Thank you.”

I snaked my had around to her clit and started rubbing while I stroked in and out. I had just come so I was going to last a while this time. As I continued the long deep strokes she was really getting hot, breathing deeply and repeating “Ah yeah, oh yes, yes, please, yes.” and so forth. I felt her have a couple of mini orgasms but I was taking my time. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer. I started pistoning faster, harder, deeper. She was practically incoherent by now, just moaning and squeaking wordlessly with each stroke. I finally came, my whole body convulsed and I emptied myself into her. She screamed into the pillow and would have collapse if I hadn’t been holding her hips so tight against my torso to get every millimeter of my rod as deep into her as possible.

Then I was finished. I released her and she did collapse, and I collapsed beside her.

After a few minutes I checked her and she was asleep.

I got up and got dressed. It was about eight o’clock so I figured it was ok to call Steve.

On the ride over to the apartment and back I had time to think about a few things. Adiva was being arraigned this morning. I felt like I wanted to help her. I also thought about my instructions to her to cooperate with the police and tell them the truth. She might decide to plead guilty to some of the charges because in a strict interpretation she was, but that might not be in her best interests. I needed to find a way to talk to her. I didn’t know her whole story, but I knew she was my slave now and that made me responsible for her.

Steve picked up on the second ring. “Bartholomue.”

“Good morning Steve, this is Sam Williams.”

“Oh, hi Sam. How’s Kristen?”

“She’s resting.” I said honestly. “Thanks for asking.”

“Listen Steve, I’m sorry to keep bothering you but I don’t know who else to turn to.”

“No problem Sam. Just tell me what’s on your mind and I’ll let you know if I can help.”

“Ok. Well if you’ve been following the news at all you know that there was a fourth person with the terrorists. I have reason to believe she’s a victim in this whole scenario so I want to try to help her.”

“Really? What makes you think she wasn’t part of the gang?”

“Well it’s not really something I can talk about. Just suffice it to say that I know.”

“All right. So what do you want to do?”

“She’s being arraigned this morning and I really need to talk to her before that happens. I just need a minute with her but it’s really important.”

“Ok let me make some calls and see what I can do.”

“One more thing. She’s probably got a public defender. If you know a good defense attorney who would improve her chances I’d like you to make arrangements to have her represented by him.”

“Ok Sam. This is a little outside my bailiwick but I’ll try.”

“Thanks.”

I hung up and went back to check on Kristen. Still out.

I sat down and wrote her a note to the effect that I had to take care of some things this morning and I would look for her after lunch.

I walked out the door and my phone rang.

“Hello Steve?”

“Uh, no man it’s Doug. Are you comin’ in to work today dude?”

“Oh man! I forgot to call in. Sorry Doug, I’ve still got stuff to take care of from the other day. Not going to be able to make it in today.”

“Ok, no prob. I just wanted to know. You better call HR, they’ll want to know.”

“Right. Thanks Doug.”

Call waiting was buzzing me before I hung up. I switched to the other line.

“Hello.”

“Steve here Sam. All right, I was able to contact the public defender who is handling her case. He says he’s willing to talk to you and if you can convince him you can help him win the case he’ll let you talk to her.”

“Great! Where do I meet him?”

“His office in twenty minutes. Don’t be late, you’re running short on time.”

He gave me the address and I wrote it down on a newspaper I had picked up outside the room.

I pulled on my helmet and started the bike and headed for the lawyers office.

When I got there I was met by a youngish man named Tom Blake. He offered me a seat after the pleasantries and asked “So what’s your interest here Mr. Williams?”

“Look I can’t tell you everything I know or how I know it, but one thing I do know is that Adiva is a victim and I don’t think she deserves to go to prison.”

“Oh I’m convinced she’s a victim. She’s been very forthcoming with information. She told me all about how she was treated by the terrorists. But how can you help her?”

“Well, I’ve got a hunch that she’s going to plead guilty and I think I can convince her otherwise if I can just have a minute alone with her.”

He got a sour look on his face when I mentioned her pleading guilty. “Yeah. That’s the one thing that I haven’t been able to get across to her. With that story of hers I’m sure I can get her off scott free, maybe even get the prosecution to drop the charges, but she insists on pleading guilty. Do you really think you can change her mind?”

“I know I can.”

“Then let’s go. We don’t have much time.”

The public defender’s office was in the same building as the jail. We took the elevator down and he made arrangements to have her brought up to a small private room.

When we walked into the room I went in first and I held my finger to my lips to remind her to be careful of her words. Still, when she saw me she was overcome with joy and came out of her seat. “Oh M... " She remembered we were not alone and sat back down.

The lawyer gave me a funny look and then asked her “Adiva, this man wants to talk to you. Will it be ok if I leave the room for a few minutes?”

She looked at me and I nodded ever so slightly, then she nodded for Tom.

“Ok. I’ll be right outside, if you need anything call me.” He looked at me “And remember, you don’t have much time, so make it quick.”

He stepped out leaving me alone with Adiva. She was wearing an orange prison jumpsuit but no head covering. I could see that she was really quite attractive. She had light brown hair and beautiful green eyes and a very pretty face.

I sat down across the table from her. As soon as Tom left the room she came alive. “Oh Master. I knew you would not forget me. I have been so lonely here. Thank you for coming.”

“You’re welcome Adiva. Now you must listen to me.” She became attentive. “I know I told you that you must tell the truth but that was only so the police could catch the terrorists. Now that they have all been killed, I want you to listen to your attorney. I’m not telling you to lie, I still think telling the truth is the best option, except on those things we’ve already discussed. Your attorney thinks you should plead Not Guilty and I agree.”

She nodded, “Yes Master.”

“If he has other advice for you, you should use your best judgment and decide if it is good advice. You must do nothing that will jeopardize me or yourself, and you must keep our secret that you are my slave. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good. I can’t stay any longer today but you can rest assured that I will be doing all I can to help you.”

I got up to leave but asked one more question. “Is there anything else I can do to help you Adiva?”

She bowed her head. “Well I... Uh... I haven’t been able to cry, and I feel I need to.”

I had forgotten that I told her not to cry. “I’m sorry Adiva, I did not intend that command to be ongoing. You can cry if you want to.”

She immediately burst into tears. “Thank... you... M... Master.”

“Ok. I have to go now. I’d like to take you in my arms and comfort you but that’s not allowed. They’re going to come for you soon for the arraignment so make sure you’re ready.”

I opened the door and stepped out. Tom was waiting for me. He gave me a questioning look and I nodded.

“All right. Just do me a favor and wait right here for me, ok?”

“Sure, no problem.”

He went in to talk to Adiva and came out in about ten minutes.

“Wow. I don’t know what you said to her but she seems much more willing to defend herself now. Thanks.”

“My pleasure. Just do whatever you can to get her set free.”

“Oh I will, you can count on that.”

He took me back up to the main floor and we parted company.

It was about 9:30 now and as I walked back out to the parking lot to get my bike I remembered that I still hadn’t called HR at work. I wasn’t looking forward to talking to Margarete.

I dialed the number and as fate would have it Margarete answered. “HR, Margarete.”

“Hi Margarete this is Sam Williams. Sorry to call in so late but I’m not going to be able to make it in today.”

“Oh, Mr. Williams. No problem, you take as long as you need.”

What? I felt like asking ‘Who is this really and what have you done with Margarete?’ but I said “That’s very understanding of you Margarete. Why are you being so nice to me?”

“My daughter works on the second floor of the hospital, she sits at a desk near the front windows, she would have died if that bomb had gone off in front of the hospital. So, thank you Sam.”

“You’re welcome Margarete, and have a nice day.”

I hung up. Wow! Talk about your life changing experiences.

I drove back to the Hotel to check on Kristen. She was dressed in tight jeans and a pink halter top with a frilly white loose fitting blouse tied at the waist. This was one of my favorite outfits that I’d seen her wear, which is why I brought it.

“You look beautiful Kristen.” I said as I came in the door.

“Thank you Sammy, and thanks for bringing my clothes. Did I tell you I love you?” her smile was bright.

“Yes, I think you did. Ready to see how your grandpa is doing?”

“Yes. I only wish I had some makeup.”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t think about that. But don’t worry, you don’t really need it.”

“You’re so good to me. I’m so happy you’re my master.”

As we exited the Hotel I remembered again that I only had my motorcycle. I looked around outside the front entrance but the courtesy van was not there. So I pulled out my phone and dialed Steve.

“Hi Steve, it’s Sam. I know I’m getting to be a pest but your acting CEO needs a ride to the hospital.”

“Listen Sam. I don’t care what you need or how much trouble you think you’re putting me through, you call me when you need anything. When you don’t call me I’ll really get irritated.”

“Sorry.”

“And stop apologizing. Now, do you think Kristen would like a limo or something less conspicuous?”

“I think something less conspicuous.”

“Ok. Someone will be at the Hotel entrance in a few minutes.’

“Thanks.”

I hung up and turned to Kristen. “Steve is sending a car for you. I’m going to follow on my bike. I have an appointment at noon and I’ll need to leave the hospital at about 11:30.”

“Ok Sammy. Who is your appointment with?”

“You’ll have to wait and see. I’ll tell you all about it later, but for now it’s my secret.”

“Is it a surprise for me?”

I thought about that. “Yeah, it will be.”

After about ten minutes a black Lincoln pulled up and the driver got out and opened the back door. “Miss McBeth?”

She got in and I jumped on my bike and followed them to the hospital.

In the ICU we learned that there had been no change in Jim’s condition. We sat with him for a while and it was time for me to go.

“Babe I’m sorry to have to leave you here alone, but I’ll be back as soon as my appointment is finished.”

“That’s ok Sammy. I’ll just wait here with my grandpa.”

I kissed her and headed out to the parking lot.

As I was passing through the lobby I heard a female voice say “It’s him! Hurry!”

I turned toward the voice and saw Jenifer Kim, a reporter with the local Fox affiliate hurrying toward me. I didn’t want to just run away so I waited for her to approach me.

“Mr. Williams, can you tell us what happened Tuesday?”

She was holding out the microphone and the cameraman was hurrying to get into position. I waited for them both to get set.

“Thank you for asking Jenifer. I don’t have a comment about that right now, but if you’ll give me your card I guarantee you that you’ll be the first one I call when I am ready to talk.”

“But can’t you tell us what happened with the truck bomb?”

“Jenifer, the more you insist on questioning me right now the less likely it will be that I will give you first crack at it when I am ready. So, do you want to be first or not?”

“All right.” she said with a frown. She fumbled to find a card for me. “But you promise, I’ll be the first?”

“Yes. When I’m ready. Now I have to go.”

I walked briskly out to the parking lot, started my bike and headed for my date with Chahna.”

When I got to the restaurant Chahna was waiting for me by the front door.

“Hello Chahna. You didn’t have to wait out here for me.” I opened my arms for a hug and she fell into them as if she couldn’t resist. It was a brief hug, then I opened the door for her.

“I guess not, but for some reason I wanted you to make our meal decisions today.” She said.

“All right.” I looked around and chose a table in the corner that was somewhat isolated from the other tables.

The waitress brought us menus and Sushi lists.

“Do you know what you want?” She had a faraway look on her face, but when I asked this she refocused on me and her eyes got big. I wasn’t sure but I thought she might have misinterpreted my question. “To eat. Do you know what you want to eat?”

“Oh. Yes, I think so.”

We both ordered hot green tea. She ordered the teriyaki chicken dish, saying she wasn’t a big fan of Sushi, and I ordered California Rolls and Spicy Tuna Rolls. I also asked for miso soup for both of us.

“Thanks for joining me for lunch Chahna.”

“No, thank you for inviting me Sam. I’m afraid I don’t get out much these days.”

“Oh really? Why not?”

“Well, I told you I’m in a committed relationship and my partner likes me to stay home.”

“So what’s she like? Your girlfriend.”

“How did you know it was a girl?”

“It wasn’t hard to figure out. When people use terms like ‘committed relationship’ and ‘partner’ it usually indicates a same sex relationship.”

“Oh. Well I guess that’s true.” she gathered her thoughts. “You know I never thought about it until recently but she’s actually very possessive of me and..., well, controlling. I mean, it seems like she tells me what to do and I do it. I guess I’ve assumed the submissive role in our relationship.”

“Is that the way you like it?”

“I’m not sure. There’s nothing wrong with being submissive, in fact it has a certain appeal. But I never thought of myself that way and I’m a little surprised I didn’t notice it until now.”

“That’s enough about me, what about you? You’ve had a busy week.”

“Yes, I certainly have.” I started telling her about everything that had happened to me starting Tuesday morning (with appropriate adjustments to cover my ability and its effects) . At intervals she would reach across the table and put her fingers on my hand, asking a question or making a comment. By the time I finished my story we were nearly finished with our meal.

“Sam that’s an incredible story. If I didn’t know it was true I would find it hard to believe.”

“I know, I can hardly believe it myself.”

“Oh, you’re such a hero Sam, so brave and courageous. Why have you been avoiding the press? They would make you even more famous, you’d be getting invited to meet the mayor and the governor, you’d be on Oprah and all the other news and talk shows.”

“I think that’s why, Chahna. I don’t think I want that kind of public attention. I don’t want to be scrutinized and have my life examined to the Nth degree. I like my privacy.”

“That’s another reason I like you Sam. You’re not a glory hound, bragging about the things you’ve done or the things you’ll do. You’re comfortable in your own skin.”

“Thanks Chahna, that means a lot to me coming from you.” I was laying it on a little thick and I reached for her hand now.

She smiled and leaned forward, squeezing my hand. We sat there hand in hand for a moment without a word. Finally I broke the spell. “I enjoyed this, we should do it again. Would you like to try again next Thursday?”

“Yes Sam I would, I’d like that very much.”

“It’s a date then.”

I let her pick up the tab (after all she makes more than me and it wasn’t like she was going to be offended) and we parted company with another hug, this one was longer than the first.