The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Very few things are as agonizingly dull as standing watch over a social function where everyone is having a good time. My ceremonial armor started out the day feeling like a gentle reminder of the honor it is to be a guard for the Princess’s coronation. By the time she’d received her crown it was already beginning to feel a heavy reminder of the long monotony that awaited me.

Standing.

Watching.

Her highness Vivianne officially became of age and received her crown. Her regent happily stepped down. It was a lovely ceremony performed for all of Sielle to see. No one was turned away, not farmers, not peasants, and not even the penniless. Sielle’s coffers opened to provide for all as a symbol of our new sovereign’s grace and generosity. I was too young to remember any previous coronation so the festivities were a uniquely touching event.

During her coronation I had been posted amongst the common folk. The people of Sielle had been awaiting the day with some degree of anticipation so there was no thought that there would be any wrongdoing. It would still hardly be proper not to have women wearing her crest, a purple rose, guarding over both noble and lowborn alike.

It was an honor. I was representing my lady, standing there as her protector and a symbol of her will that all in her lands be safe from harm. I’d even had a good vantage point to see the platinum crown rest majestically above her brow.

What was trying came after that.

Once my lady was no longer supplicant to her aunt’s will she withdrew into the castle, and I had been instructed to follow. At her side was Lady Nicolette Madeline de Chevalier, my lady’s personal protector and her most highly decorated knight.

If there was ever a woman that I was envious of, it was Nicolette. She was the very image of a lady knight, with shoulder length well-kept blonde curls, intense brown eyes, and skin remarkably soft for a woman known as a skilled fighter with blade, musket, and if rumors were to be believed even her bare fists. All of us who guarded Vivianne did so at Nicolette’s direct appointment.

Being in the royal guard was an honor, but it was also a blessedly calm job. Sielle had no enemies at her gates. Her people were happy and prosperous. To be a guard was to be a symbol.

So after Nicolette lead our new sovereign in to the largest room in her castle for the long celebration that officially began her rule, I was placed at a door. Sounds of cheer came from every direction. Even noblewomen who would usually restrain such flagrant displays of emotion were smiling and cajoling one another.

It was not every day that a new Queen began her reign.

Watching so many people have such a lovely time wasn’t disheartening. This was my profession. I stood at the door, tall and proud in armor that shined more brightly than its metal was strong.

What made my uniform heavy and the seemingly infinite time stretching out before me was the need for vigilance. Nicolette stressed it in her guard, and she would not let it slide today of all days. Any time that I began to relax into enjoying a nearby conversation, or watching our Lady Vivianne giving her blessings to some new suggested enterprise I heard Lady Nicolette’s voice from countless drills.

“The Royal Guard does not merely watch and enjoy their ward’s safety. They must be ever on guard. Ever guarded. They must take nothing for granted. Even in times of peace, a guard must be alert.”

Nicolette had a way with words.

So there I stood, guarding the festivities with an intense dullness. I scrutinized all that came and went without suspicion or assumption. I would do Nicolette proud.

It would do no good to deny that I fancied her… but all of us in her royal guard did. She was beautiful. I watched her as she wore her polite smile and stayed at our majesty’s side unerringly. Her expression never faltered, and her poise stayed ever as regal as the royal lady she protected closest of all.

Never once did Nicolette fall prey to a laugh that wasn’t perfectly controlled.

Never once did Nicolette sigh with visible displeasure or allow herself to appear annoyed.

There was a reason that she was the one charged most highly with our majesty’s safety. None but the most crass would refer to Nicolette as anything but the shining exemplar of everything a knight was meant to be. Charming, but unattainable and detached.

Just as to a one we all fancied and loved Nicolette, none of us imagined any were a match for her than our beauteous princess turned queen.

But I was a guard, not a courtesan. Long as I might have for Nicolette to favor me as she did our majesty I had no ambitions of rising so far above my station. While noble enough by birth, the blue in my blood was as far from Nicolette’s as hers to our Queen’s. I guarded, and did not allow myself to be caught fantasizing about things that I knew could never be.

Then she arrived.

I had never seen another woman like her. Scrutinizing her was part of my job, and thus I indulged my curiosity. Unlike the large extravagant gowns that I was used to seeing on the women of fine birth in Sielle, her dress was tight and accentuated her lithe form. The collar rose high at her neck in an elegant style that to me was unique, while a hole lower in the fabric revealed a stretched circle of her chest.

Her hair was black, blacker than night and kept orderly behind her with the assistance of a golden ornament shaped like a bird with outstretched wings. Her skin was not tan, but not pale either. It possessed a luminance I’d never even dreamed of.

When she stepped closer, speaking with a woman not ten feet from my post, I was able to see her eyes for the first time. Her eyes were deep, and dark. Their shape was undeniably foreign. Something of the curve made them feel more powerfully placed on her face than the eyes of a woman from Sielle. It would have taken a poet to describe how the deepness of her eyes called to me, and I was just a guard.

I felt a longing rise in me as I watched her approach my Queen. How I longed for her to be approaching me instead, but for what reason would such a powerful woman have to approach me? Her red dress, embroidered with gold, looking of silk finer than I had ever touched, made her all the more exotic. She stood out as a bright flame amongst so much paper.

As she parted her lips to speak I imagined that were she to will it we would all burn away.

Straining my ears I was able to hear her speak her name in a voice dripping with an accent that flavored her words with yet more of her exotic spice. Atsuko. She was Lady Atsuko, of Kanta.

Kanta I had heard spoken of before. It was a distant land, but her people were known as poets and artists. It was said that their language was so beautiful it could only be properly given form with a brush. I had never seen a sample, but then I had never gone terribly far from the heart of Sielle.

In that moment I wanted to go to Kanta to see if there were other women like Atsuko.

Pleasantries were exchanged, promises to discuss opportunities for her nation and ours to benefit from a closer friendship, but I had no ear for politics. It was hard to attempt to translate their more elegant speech to the words of a guard.

All that mattered was that Nicolette and our Queen Vivianne were both pleased.

They were not pleased by her presence as much as I was, but I daresay that would have been impossible.

An eternity later they all nodded their heads, and the exotic lady from Kanta began to move away. Towards me. For just a moment it seemed her path would bring her to rest directly in front of me. Our eyes met, and my breathing paused.

There was a heat in the air between us. It was wet and hung like the dew on a spring morning. I felt trapped in her gaze and did nothing to test that I could resist its hold.

I did not want to. Atsuko was a divine from another land with power undiminished by the distance to her home. Were she to say she was born of something from dreams or from some celestial realm I would have believed her without a doubt or a moment’s questioning. She was something more than the others in the room. Something powerful.

Nicolette was reserved, but even her quiet strength was nothing compared to the way Atsuko’s eyes smoldered.

Her painted lips curved into a delighted smile, and she was gone before I could see that she had begun to move. On instinct I turned to Nicolette for fear that she had seen my lapse and deem me unfit for so much as watching the queen’s roads.

As soon as Atsuko had left her presence other women had taken her place. Women I recognized with dull names, simple shapes, lacking all of the sweet power that Atsuko possessed.

Nicolette hadn’t been given a chance to notice I was even the guard at this door.

She would remember it, I was certain of that, but she would not have seen the way that I had been so captivated by the fascinating beauty of Lady Atsuko. My worries mollified, I returned to my duty. I guarded my queen and her dearest knight. For the first time I found myself not sure if I was more jealous of Vivianne who had drawn such a woman to witness her shining day, or that Nicolette was ever by her side.

A long party gave me plenty of time to ponder.

I was no closer to an answer when the festivities ended, and my regular duties resumed.

Things were more normal the following day. A new normal was establishing itself, but in effect little had changed. Vivianne was a young woman wise beyond her years and her regent had seen fit to have her already slowly assuming control of the things that would be in her purview long before the day for the official transfer of power.

I imagine for those who danced and politicked many things changed. For a woman whose job was to either stand in the proper place or walk from one place to another things changed very little.

There were fewer excursions of leisure planned for the young sovereign, but if anything that just made things easier. I was not the most vocal champion of horses so riding alongside a carriage always had me nervous that I would do something uncouth and from the high vantage point all in Sielle would see and laugh ad my ineptitude for an age and a day.

Having fewer such opportunities was a welcomed change.

Many of the nobles and foreign dignitaries who had visited the coronation had lingered and were being seen by her majesty to discuss all matters of things. I was not assigned to guard those proceedings, so their exact events were a mystery to me. Those, I pondered little.

I longed instead for Atsuko to be in their number.

More days passed, and she was absent from her majesty’s audiences. There were so many, but I grew increasingly sure that she must have left. Perhaps she had come with others and they were remaining to decide the minutia while she returned home to what must have been a throne of her own. There were no others from Kanta, but she could have just as easily sent a woman who was of Siellian descent.

I tried to put her out of my mind, and resumed my fantasies of my Lady Nicolette. I daydreamed of her ordering me bent over a table or a chair. I daydreamed of her inviting me to the queen’s chambers to play in her bed with them both.

When alone in my own chambers I danced my fingers between my legs many times, each time pretending they were digits other than my own.

With sights set so high it seemed unlikely I would ever feel another’s touch as I felt my own. That said, my touch had become deft and skillful at bringing cries I muffled by burying my face deep within my pillow. I wasn’t settling for misery in solitude.

But such deep longing made my nights full of dreams of dark exotic eyes that I couldn’t forget. I didn’t want to forget. I just wanted more.

As luck would have it, so did she.

Perhaps a week after the coronation, Atsuko reappeared.

She didn’t come for me like I wanted. If she had I might have thought my sight of her a daydream of an undisciplined mind and not stopped to watch. I can’t say what would have happened then.

The capital has begun to empty. Her majesty had made many a great decree and made many very happy with her wise rule. Already the people were ready to call her reign a worthy successor to that of her grandmother’s who was said to have ushered in a golden age for Sielle. I was certainly in agreement.

Once again out of my ceremonial armor and back in my standard uniform I was enjoying the exercise of my patrol. Lady Nicolette had been pleased with my performance and assigned me a patrol that brought me along a corridor parallel to the Queen’s chambers. Every loop I would peek down and glance towards that door. Often if the queen wished time alone Nicolette herself would stand in front of her door and stand watch.

She gave me someone to look forward to seeing.

Late into my patrol, when I took that long glance, I saw not Nicolette standing alone in her silent vigil, but Nicolette standing between Atsuko and our majesty’s door. Even if my time seeing Atsuko had been brief I knew it was her the moment I saw her.

Her hair was held in that same golden ornament, and while she wore a deep rich blue it complimented her magnificent posture with the same closeness. She made the dress look more a part of her than something she wore. It left so little to the imagination in terms of shape, but hid infinitely in detail with such opaque smoothness.

I should have continued walking and pondered it another time, but I didn’t.

I should have been happier to see Nicolette than Atsuko, but I wasn’t.

So late, besides those of us employed to wander most were at rest. There was no one present to see me move close to the corner to be unseen and yet more closely observe. I told myself that I had to know what was happening to better do my duty.

Even at the time I knew it was a lie.

“I’ve told you, Atsuko. Her highness will see no more visitors. The guards who relieve me when it is my time to rest will tell you the same. If you wish to speak with her, you should request an audience.” Nicolette’s face remained beautifully neutral. If anyone loathed to repeat herself, it was Nicolette Madeline de Chevalier. I think only those whom she trained ever had a chance to have that revealed. “Her majesty expressed interest in your proposal. I do not imagine she would decline. Your presence here now, however, is an uninvited one.”

“It is not a matter of if she will accept, or decline, Lady Nicolette.” Atsuko’s lips curled into a pleased smile as she paused. It was a smile that made me quiver, and it wasn’t even directed at me. Nicolette was unaffected. “It is that I am asking to see her now.”

Brazen. There was no other word to describe Atsuko and do her justice. I tried to hold my breath to be quiet as I could. This moment felt like it was not to be interrupted.

Nicolette remained wearing her polite smile. “Then it is not a matter of if I can accept or decline, Atsuko. You may not see her now. If you would, this conversation will go nowhere productive, and you would be better served retiring.”

Something sparkled in Atsuko’s eyes. I could only see it from the side, but I imagined if I felt it more directly, more targeted, I would have fallen to my knees. Atsuko’s fingertip fell to the center of Nicolette’s chest and began to trace a meaningless pattern above her bust. “So now you are aware how best I could be served? I think not. But I think that I find you pleasing, Nicolette. So I will tell you how I can be served.”

My breath caught in my throat, and I stared with wide eyes. To place my hands on Nicolette had been a dream since I had become a member of her guard, but I had never dreamed of touching her without an invitation. Atsuko knew no authority but her own.

The thought was intoxicating.

Nicolette’s eyes widened. She gasped, the sound of her breath caught in her throat like in a bear trap. Her chest rose, and pressed into Atsuko’s finger. Her lips parted, but not a sound escaped.

With a single touch, Atsuko had accomplished something no one had ever done in all the years I had known Nicolette. She had affected her, and silenced her in one touch.

A single touch had taken the powerful woman that I respected, revered, and made her shudder. Nicolette’s lips continued to move, as though feet trying to gain traction on an ice frosted field. Atsuko continued to move her finger, and Nicolette’s hips began to roll forward and back in time with its rhythm.

I didn’t know where to focus my eyes. Should I have watched Atsuko with her victorious grin? Should I watched Nicolette who now began to flutter her eyes as she struggled visibly to steady herself?

Atsuko had mastered a woman who knelt only for the most powerful woman in the realm with a touch, and I stood there frozen and watched her. Between my legs was molten and drenched. I was deluged with a mad lust that I had never before considered. A touch that could make a woman so powerful lose herself. A touch, that so casually given could break away all of the armor on the woman the whole royal guard loved and admired for her strength of character and unyielding perseverance.

None of those things had meant anything to Atsuko.

I don’t know what force possessed me, but my hand cupped the heat between my legs. Clothed, and hidden against the corner of a castle corridor I was manipulating my hidden dampness through my pure, white breeches. I didn’t dare look to see if they were already stained.

I already felt slicker than I ever had in my life. I wanted more. I needed more.

Atsuko laughed, a low, quiet laugh that felt like it was meant just for me. “That’s it, Nicolette. Shudder. Shudder, and tremble. Just for me. Shudder, quiver, and shake. For me.”

I closed my teeth around my lower lip as Atsuko tightly grasped at Nicolette’s bountiful chest through her uniform. Her fingers sank so deeply into the yielding flesh even with the starchy uniform in the way of her touch. My hand squeezed tighter at myself, and the other found itself trapped in my mouth to muffle the howl that still threatened to escape around it.

Nicolette’s jaw hung slack, and her eyes wide. Something about them looked sightless and betrayed what few thoughts she could bring to muster. Quiet sounds escaped her mouth, quiet, pitiful sounds as though she were in vain struggling to pull herself free of something.

Only every tug and pull was making her more stuck, and grazing such tender places.

“The more you struggle, the more you raze your own defenses. Tearing your own mind asunder. There’s such perfect poetry to it, Nicolette Madeline du Chevalier.” Atsuko’s eyes hooded as she squeezed with such raw, intense passion at the knight’s rose clad breast. Her other hand moved down between her legs, grasping Nicolette the same place I tightly grasped myself.

How I wished that her hand were mine. To have the power that she had. To be the woman that she was. I would have given my very soul.

Nicolette’s voice quieted, only to return as a low whine moments later. Her eyes fell shut, and her hips moved with an intensity I’d never seen her do… anything. Her mouth twisted in ways that were impossibly lewd as drool pooled from the corner of her lip.

Atsuko wasn’t just playing her body… she was playing her mind. With such simple touches, she was tearing away at Nicolette’s mind.

As I groaned around my hand I wondered if they were such simple touches after all.

“Soon, Nicolette, your struggles will shred the last of your will’s protection. This shall bare your mind, and I shall use it as I see fit. When I am done, you will not remember that I was ever here. You will only do as you are told. It will give you such deep, dark pleasures to further burn you to my designs. Each future time that I rip and tear your mind open, it will be easier.

“Then, when you are ripe, the slave I have grown inside of you will emerge and you will know only my bidding. There will be no du Chevalier, only Atsuko’s pitiful little slave, mewling at my feet for another command to obey.” Atsuko grinned, and Nicolette moaned.

None of it was a game. I could see the intense struggle across Nicolette’s face as her mouth desperately tried to close. Her hips were shaking as much against her hand as away from it.

Her eyes were full of every bit as much fear as lust and desire. The horror was fading, but what remained was so sharply intense. Nicolette would become a slave. The woman who had the Queen’s ear would be the slave of a foreign power. The woman who protected the queen day and night would be the helplessly loyal retainer of this woman from Kanta.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I came, but that didn’t stop me from grinding my crotch into my hand. I couldn’t stop. I was too warm. Too hot.

I needed more.

When my vision finally focused Atsuko was whispering into Nicolette’s ear. Her knee was between the woman’s thighs, and both hands were kneading the heavy weight of Nicolette’s breasts.

Nicolette didn’t look like a knight. She didn’t look like the leader of the Queen’s royal guard. She barely looked like a noblewoman. She was already a broken, helpless slave.

I came again, my hand not enough to hold back the cry from being audible. It was too much. Too erotic. Too perfect. Nicolette had been a woman that I had loved and admired for reason that had been broken apart with a little more than a flick of Atsuko’s wrist. If I had that sort of power, I would have done it ages ago.

My legs felt weak under me so I slid down along the wall and sat at the floor, panting for my breath. I’d surrendered to my body’s lusts twice at the sight of a woman I admired being destroyed.

When I opened my tightly shut eyes, Atsuko was standing over me.

“How much did you see, little guardian?” Her voice was amused and warm. Her eyes were hooded, emphasizing their exotic shape.

“E-everything. Y-you touched her chest, and she… She was yours. She yielded to you. You told her what you were going to do, and then… Your whispering was too quiet.” I tried to hold back the moan, but the shudders of pleasure that quivered through my body were too strong. I couldn’t fully open my eyes, though I tried.

“And you watched.”

“Yesss…” I moaned again, squeezing at my dampened breeches. Soaked through for sure, now. The white would never be the same crisp white again. I had no idea how I was going to be relieved from my post without that being noticed but that felt too distant to merit a care.

The lady from Kanta hooded her eyes. “You watched, and you did nothing. You watched me begin the dance of enthrallment on your Lady’s will, and yet you did nothing. Ordinarily, I would merely begin the same with you. It would be easier, with lust already clinging so tight to you… but I wish to know why.” Her tongue slowly slid along her lips, making them glisten with a beautiful wet sheen.

“You took a powerful woman and… You took… Of all the women in the castle, she is the one none of us would believe was compromised. We would sooner suspect the Queen than our Lady du Chevalier.” My breath caught in my throat as another moan slowly escaped. “I want that. To touch a woman, and own her. I’ve never known power like that… It must be so…”

For a time that felt like hours Atsuko merely considered me. Her finger tapped at her own lips. She raised a brow, and then lowered it. Her thoughts were mysteries I desperately craved to decipher.

“What is your name, my beautiful young guardian?” Her voice hummed with purpose. Was she considering how best to dispatch me? I hoped not. I answered.

“Adele.”

The quickness in my reply brought a softer smile to my mysterious foreign lady’s lips. “Adele? Adele. What I practice is an ancient, and powerful art. It is only passed from woman to woman, from mentor to apprentice. Were I to grant you that gift, you would be beholden to me, by right. For the long years it would take for you to learn, you would be mine to command. Mine to control.

“Once you demonstrated strength and mastery of the art, you would be gifted with your freedom. Some are unable to hold it again, from being obedient for so long. Many crumble to their knees, defeated, obedient. Mewling to be used like a whore desperate for food.” Atsuko smiled. It was gentle smile. Maternal. “But you would be cared for. Even were your mind to succumb to my charms and be forever lost, you would be provided for. Do you still long for the power to make a woman’s will your toy?”

“Yes! Please, Atsuko. Make me your apprentice. I will do whatever you ask.” So intense was my desire that each word I spoke shook through my spine. So overcome was I with need that I fell to my knees. “I will help you do as you will with Nicolette. I will give you Sielle on a platter. Whatever you desire.”

Atsuko placed her fingertip to the center of my forehead, and began to draw a shape. What it was, I will never know. I will never forget how it made my cunt shudder and overflow.

“Very well, Adele. You will be the first Siellian apprentice to these ancient magic arts.” Her finger lifted my chin and her eyes looked deeper into mine than any pair of eyes ever had. “When we are done, you will know the power to render obedience from the most stalwart of minds. It is every bit as delicious as it seems. I look forward to seeing how you handle your power, or if the power handles you.”

Her finger traced lower, and by the time her hand was squeezing my breast I saw only red.

I came again, eagerly awaiting a chance to please my mentor.