The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Back at the house, Kristen dropped off the eggs. “I’m sorry for taking so long,” she apologized, “I lost track of the time. Excuse me.” Quietly Kristen left the kitchen and walked towards the bathroom.

Lauren frowned and turned to her mother. “This is exactly why I am getting rid of her. No matter what I do she still isn’t perfect. When Jen misbehaves, any corrections I have to make will be part of a long term investment.” Mrs. Collins also frowned but did not speak.

In the bathroom Kristen turned the shower fan on and sat on the floor holding the small package she’d been given while tranced. She knew she had been tranced because slowly, while driving home, she had come out of it. Even after trying to recall the events she could only remember little bits and pieces of sitting in the van. There was no recollection available to her as to who had tranced her.

The package in her hand revealed a vial of a hypnotic sedative and a small remote the size of a flash drive. Kristen’s new programming came back to her in an instant. She blinked a few times and then again a few more times. A grin came across her face as she realized what she had been authorized to do. Her fingers traced across the vial and the remote. The remote only had one button; once before she’d seen one while visiting Pleasure Bunnie headquarters. She had to do as she was programmed to, but she had to make sure it was done right.

After a few minutes of silent reflection she slipped the vial and remote into one pocket and the mp3 player into the other. Opening the bathroom door revealed that Lauren was still downstairs with her mother. Mrs. Collins needed to be alone for the first part of her plan to work. Calmly she padded out to the kitchen and smiled when Lauren turned to her.

Kristen made eye contact with her brainwasher and continued to smile. “Why don’t you go upstairs and see Jen? I’ll help your mother clean up here.” She continued to smile even though she felt like a bimbo doing it.

Lauren smiled back. She is taking this well at least. “Thank you, Kristen, that is really nice of you.” The Mistress walked over to Kristen and hugged her gently, groping her breast and bottom.

However, before Kristen could say anything, Lauren was flying up the stairs to meet her lover. She listened for a few moments to make sure Lauren was in her room. Once she heard the door shut she proceeded with the next step of her plan.

Kristen went over to Sarah and began to help her fill the dishwasher. She felt underdressed next to the older ladies’ dark dress and black pumps. For a moment she closed her eyes to rid the perverse, and very distracting, thoughts going through her mind about joining Sarah in dress and serving a woman with her. Slowly she shook her head to wipe it away.

Together they were able to quickly finish putting the dishes into the dishwasher. Kristen added the detergent and turned on the machine, waiting a beat for its hum to begin. Across the kitchen she opened the back door to throw the empty bottle into the recycling can. On the other side of the kitchen Sarah was putting on an apron so she could perform her post meal cleaning ritual.

While the beautiful older lady was looking down, this was the perfect opportunity to strike. She pulled the remote out of her pocket and pushed the only button on its face. Sarah looked up quickly, stood, and snapped to attention. “Sarah is ready for reprogramming.”

Kristen realized this was a reprogramming remote. Sarah was now in a highly suggestible state where any command would become permanent. She watched the housewife’s large breasts move up and down as she breathed. In another time and place Kristen wished she could be licking her pumps, kissing the stockings the woman wore.

Or perhaps having the tables turned on her by Mrs. Collins and having her be the one who is reprogrammed into the perfect homemaker. Maybe she could suggest to Mistress Kimberly that her and Sarah be reprogrammed into maids for a very strict Mistress.

Stop. Focus. Obey Kristen blinked a few times. Idol fantasy had to come after obedience. She stepped forward so that she stood right in front of Mrs. Collins. For a moment she was at a loss for what to say. After what seemed like an eternity, she came up with something. “Sarah, you will do as I say. Stay where you are, remain at attention, until I return to instruct you further.”

An eye blink or two later Sarah seemed to become more rigid at attention. “Yes, Ma’am, Sarah will obey until further reprogramming.”

Being called Ma’am made Kristen wince. With Sarah waiting at attention a few feet away Kristen poured two cups of coffee for Jen and Lauren. After letting them cool for a minute she added the hypnotic sedative to each cup. Within a few minutes, both would be knocked out. The nearing of fulfilling her programming made Kristen very horny. She fought the urge to strip her clothes off to hump herself and walked up the stairs to Lauren’s room, standing in front of the door to calm completely and make her next move.

Kristen waited a moment after knocking on the door softly and then stepped inside the room. Lauren lay on the bed, cuddled up to Jen. They both stared at the ceiling and Lauren was whispering something to Jen. Kristen glared at Jen, and then at Lauren. Why wasn’t Jen asking about this? The former slave realized that her ex-Mistress had probably just programmed her to not notice or question.

To get the lover’s attention, Kristen put her foot on top of a pile of magazines. The sound of them toppling over got the girl’s attention. Kristen served them their coffee. Jen and Lauren sipped each of their cups and placed them on the desk next to the bed to cool. Without a word, other than an insincere sounding thank you from Jen, the girls returned to cuddling.

Kristen turned her back to them slowly. A glance at the clock on the DVD player let her know that it had been about two minutes since they drank the sedative. Kristen knew from her morning programming session that the drugs would take a few more minutes to go through their systems. Over her shoulder, she could see they were still snuggled up to each other. Lauren was groping Jen’s large breasts. She squeezed them tightly and quickly.

After a few more minutes she turned around at the sound of Jen beginning to slump over onto Lauren. Lauren slid herself out from under Jen and guided her lover’s head to a pillow. Suddenly, her head hurt a little bit. Looking up, Kristen stared at her. The room began to spin a little bit.

Kristen continued to stare at her, head cocked to the side. “Are you okay? Maybe it was something you drank?” Lauren looked down at Jen, who was now passed out on the bed. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she realized what was happening. She had been betrayed by someone, who had clearly reprogrammed Kristen too.

Realizing that she only had a few minutes to try to stop Kristen, Lauren awkwardly lunged forward and jumped off the bed towards her former slave. Kristen was ready and caught her, throwing her back down onto the bed next to Jen. Lauren tried to swing a fist at her drugger, but the slave caught her arms and shoved them down. Another attempt at hitting the girl was blocked.

Kristen knocked Lauren even more senseless with two punches to her face. The former slave grabbed a pillow from underneath Jen and stuffed it over her adversary’s face. Lauren struggled under the weight as Kristen leaned down harder against her. For a few moments Kristen contemplated holding the pillow there until the life had been taken out of Lauren. Her programming forbid her to proceed however. She punched the girl again through the pillow. As the struggle lessened and lessened, Kristen pulled the pillow upward and tossed it on the floor.

Finally, Lauren was unconscious. A bit of blood dripped down her mouth from the punches Kristen had thrown. The unconscious girl’s nose was also bleeding and bruised. Looking down at her own bloody knuckles, a surprised look came over her face at how hard the punches had been. Before this moment, she had no idea it was in her; an unfamiliar and peculiar excitement filled her from the violence imparted on Lauren. She licked the blood off of her knuckles and fingers.

Across the room Kristen pulled a large book off of a shelf. The book, which looked like an encyclopedia from afar, was actually a hallowed out safe where Lauren kept a few bondage toys. Kristen turned the combination to the correct numbers. Her fingers moved slowly; they were very sore from fighting earlier. The “pop” of the correct combination opened the large safe.

Inside the safe was a small paddle, two ball gags, and a few pairs of handcuffs. The paddle and the gags brought back pleasant memories of her own enslavement, but she brushed them aside to concentrate on obeying her current instructions. She pulled out the handcuffs and brought them over to the bed. Kristen rolled Jen, and then Lauren, onto her side, cuffed each girl’s hands behind their backs, and snapped the ball gags in place. Satisfied that they were both knocked out cold, she positioned them face down on the bed. Neither was going anywhere, anytime, soon.

Kristen walked downstairs and came to a stop in front of Sarah. The temptation to allow the slave to also trance her, forcing both to wait for reprogramming, rippled through her body. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. In front of her, Sarah waited at attention, staring aimlessly forward. Mrs. Collins would stay in that place forever if required. Kristen imagined herself joining the slave wife, waiting mindlessly for further commands that would never come.

The concept was thrilling for her. However she knew that there were plenty of ways she could obey better. Nevertheless, right now Kristen was very turned on. She stared at the slave standing in front of her. Sarah’s large breasts stood out as they slowly heaved up and down. Kristen wanted to suck on them, lick them, and grope them. For a moment she closed her eyes and then let out a long breath. Feeling a little better, she began to command Sarah. “Sarah, I have been assigned to control you. I am just a slave like you, but you will obey.”

Sarah blinked once. “Yes, Ma’am, Sarah will obey.”

Again, Kristen winced visibly. “Sarah, I am not your Owner. I am simply a slave like you who is following her instructions. We are slaves, we will obey.” Sarah did not move or speak. Kristen frowned. Her cell phone began to ring. The ring tone, the theme to a recently remade British science fiction show, made all of the anxiety in the girl’s body vanishes. She smiled and opened her phone, sighing as she said hello.

On the other side, Kimberly was also smiling. Kristen was such a good girl. “Hey sweetie! Where are you in the house?” She paused to listen to the answer. “Good girl. I heard from our local operative in regards to you this morning. She said you accepted your new programming without hesitation. Are Jenny and Lauren under control?”

Kristen bit her lip for a second. Not sure what Kimberly meant by that, she answered slowly. “Ma’am, both Jen—Jenny and Lauren are incapacitated, gagged, and handcuffed. I don’t think either will be waking up anytime soon, especially Lauren, Ma’am.”

Putting her hands under her chin, Kimberly leaned forward a little to speak into her phone’s speaker. “Sweetie, could you explain that?”

“Ma’am, um, well, Lauren fought back. I sort of had to defend myself, Ma’am.”

Kimberly smiled. “Sort of?”

Kristen blushed. “Ma’am, to obey, I defended myself and had to resort to violence. I am so sorry, there is a chance I might have broken her nose, Ma’am.”

Giggling a little bit, Kimberly sat back and contemplated that for a moment. She could hear Kristen’s anticipation, and pent up sexual desire, on the other side of the conversation. “Sweetie, that is perfectly fine. It will just be one more thing to upgrade.” Before Kristen could question her, the Asian Mistress continued. “Anyway, I am so happy you were able to get the girls under control. You are a very good girl, Kristen.”

“Ma’am, I just do as I am told. I am a slave, I obey, Ma’am.” Kristen relaxed and sighed contently. Talking to Kimberly always made her feel good. A thought passed through her mind that often Kimberly treated her better than Lauren did. At the moment while standing in place, her breathing, and thoughts, very relaxed, she couldn’t think of a reason to disagree.

“Yes, sweetie, you are a slave. I am always so happy when you obey me. In fact, this morning, you were obeying my voice.”

Kristen blinked. A flood of memories, voices, and sounds came back to her from her morning brainwashing session. She had been obeying Kimberly’s voice all day! Blissfully, the dark haired slave smiled and closed her eyes. “Ma’am, I obeyed your voice without question or hesitation, Ma’am.” It was becoming harder and harder to do, or think, anything but listen to her voice.

“...and you’d do it again without question wouldn’t you, sweetie?” Kimberly felt a bolt of pleasure ripple through her body. Programming slaves always turned her on. Quickly she pulled up a widget on her desktop and double clicked an icon. A moment later she heard a door open behind her.

“Ma’am, I am always happy to obey you, Ma’am!”

Kimberly turned her head slightly to acknowledge the new person in the room. Realizing they could wait, she turned her attention back to Kristen. “Sweetie, you are such a good girl. Now, I need you to put me on speaker phone. You can put the phone down on a table if you want too. I have some instructions for you.”

Without second thought, Kristen hit a few buttons on her phone and placed it on top of a magazine rack. “Ma’am, I am ready, Ma’am.”

The Mistress smiled. “Sweetie, we have to do a few things. I would like you to keep Sarah under your control for now. I have sent two operatives to bring you and the girls in. You are going to behave for them. Later today we will talk, okay?” Kimberly paused for a moment. “Kristen, sweetie, you do understand why this is happening, right?”

Kristen thought for a moment. She really didn’t. Well, it wouldn’t be that difficult to come up with some reasons. Obedience was all that really mattered to Kristen. The opportunity to obey someone, anyone, was much more important than her opinions. “Ma’am, I think I do, Ma’am.”

Kimberly glanced over at the new occupant again. “Well we will talk about that too, okay? Now, our operatives should be arriving very soon. I have, um, a few things to take care of here. See you tonight sweetie!” She hung up with phone and snapped it shut. On the other side of the room a newly brainwashed Pleasure Bunnie waited at attention.

The girl, a Japanese young woman, was naked except for the clear pink platform heels on her feet. Kimberly dragged her mouse to the widget she had used to bring the girl into the room during her phone conversation with Kristen. A click of a drop down menu later and the Bunnie, who was currently unnamed before auction, was on her knees under her fellow Asian’s desk pleasuring her orally. The joys of desktop widget based mind control. Kimberly leaned back and relaxed.

A few minutes later a van different from the one used in the morning pulled up in front of the Collins’ home. The driver adjusted her sunglasses while the garage door opened. Once the garage opened, she drove the van inside and turned it off. The clean, and very organized, garage housed a variety of tools on one side and gardening implements on the other.

Arianna got out of the driver’s side and slammed the door behind her. Celia did likewise on the other side. Both young ladies took off their sunglasses, Celia pocketing hers and Arianna placing them tucked in her black shirt. Arianna wore a black skirt of the same length as Celia’s gray one. They met at the front of the van. Arianna spoke first. “Just like we discussed. I am going to go in first and make sure everything is cool. I doubt Lauren could have stopped Kristen, but I will make sure. After a couple minutes, follow me inside.”

She stopped speaking as Celia reached into her cardigan’s pocket to pull out the small taser she hid. Arianna rolled her eyes. “Okay, Veronica, just do like I said. Wait here for a couple minutes and then come in. Likely, I will be upstairs in their room. Once it is clear that everything is cool we’ll trance and ready them for transport. Sarah and Kristen will be readied also, although I am sure they will come willingly.” She smiled at her younger companion, but then frowned at the girl’s own frown and sigh.

Arianna placed her hand on Celia’s arm. “High school crushes are so cute! Don’t worry; I’ll put in a good word for you.” She winked and walked up the pair of small steps that led into the house. Celia sighed again and began to wait.

Inside, Arianna entered the house. She had only been to the Collins’ home once before, but she was still amazed by how immaculate it looked. The kitchen and living room were spotless. She stopped near the refrigerator. Kristen had left the coffeemaker, where the drugged coffee she had been programmed to use would have come from, on. Arianna frowned and flicked the power switch off. “Bad girl.”

She was certain Kristen did not mean to forget something like that. It was probably very hard for her to be semi-independent after being totally under control for so long. Besides, Arianna liked imperfect slaves. Sure, a perfect, absolutely obedient slave is wonderful, and eventually expected, but an imperfect one is much funner to train and punish. Perfection comes with time and Arianna wouldn’t hold that against Kristen, especially considering her current situation and less than impressive Mistress.

Across the kitchen she found Sarah waiting at attention. Unless Lauren had created some elaborate plot to trick Arianna, or whoever entered the house, that Kristen had succeeded, there was a good chance that Kristen had actually succeeded. Arianna smiled. Actually, that was a pretty entertaining idea. Arianna preferred efficiency and quick, clean, reprogramming, but she did allow herself to entertain amusement once in awhile. An idea came to her. The next Bunnie that she was personally involved with she would amuse herself with.

Slowly she made her way across the living room and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Silence. That was probably a good sign. Arianna decided to take a chance and proceed up the stairs. At the top, the door to the Collins parent’s room was wide open and a quick glance inside proved no one was there. Downstairs, Arianna heard Celia enter the house.

Down the hall Lauren’s door was slightly ajar. Arianna walked towards it and saw through the slight opening that Kristen was sitting on the end of the bed. Smiling, she knocked gently and entered the room. Kristen’s face lit up and, jumping up, ran over and hugged Arianna tightly, pushing her back against the wall.

The girl held her for a minute and then pulled away. Arianna motioned for her to step back so she could admire the slave’s work. Both Jenny and Lauren were unconscious and captive. Handcuffs adorned both girls’ hands and a ball gag had been placed in each of their mouths. Before she could ask, Kristen gave a rambled explanation for the condition of Lauren’s face. Arianna nodded a few times and smiled. She liked to hit girls too.

At the door, a head suddenly popped in. Both Kristen and Arianna turned at the sound of the door creaking. Celia looked down at the floor and slowly looked down up at Kristen. Kristen’s eyes widened a beat later when the identification of her morning brainwasher came back. “You...your name is Celia. I know you from school! Celia...O’Brien.”

Another realization came to Kristen via the familiar last name. She spun around and looked to Arianna, who just grinned at her and pointed her finger in the direction of the other girl in the room.

“Oh, hey, so I guess you’ve met my sister Celia?”