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 My Brief Career (As an Evil Mind Controller) By D.Holzer [DHolzer2@Cox.net]
I discovered a weird story on the internet by accident, when I was
searching for a movie title.  The story was part of a collection on "Erotic
Mind Control".  (Click "add to bookmarks"!) Though the stories ranged
widely in style and substance, I noticed that many followed a similar
pattern, which got me thinking - suppose this kind of thing really happens?
Common sense told me no, but I had to admit I had never really tried.

   Long since out of high school, and lacking a beautiful co-worker who
spurned my awkward advances, I decided to try some simple tests on
strangers.  Driving to work, I thought with great intensity at the car in
front of me "You will take the next right" and it did!  Next, while
standing in line at the bank, I sent a mental instruction to the guy in
front of me to drop out of line and re-check his math; again, success.  I
found that all I had to do was send out my thoughts with a little extra
"oomph" and everyone instantly complied.  I know that my tests seem a
little silly, but I didn't want to call attention to myself.  The behavior
I commanded might easily be mistaken by an outside observer (or by the
victims themselves) as a random act, but I had soon built a compliance
record of 31 for 31.

   Now I was confident enough to properly launch my career as a wicked
mind-controller.  After much consideration, I decided to go to the local
University to browse for my first victim.  Every wicked mind-controller
needs to recruit and carelessly discard a sex-slave or two.  (I admit, I
never understood the "discard" step.) From my comfy chair in the vast lobby
of the Student Admin.  Building I could watch all the girls passing to and
from the collected offices of various on-campus services.  I quickly
spotted a stunningly beautiful girl leaving the Grad Student Office and
approached her.

   [Stop and talk to me.  Answer my questions - oomph!]

   "So are you married?" I asked.

   "No." She replied calmly; "No current boyfriends, either."

   Damn.  I mean I was glad she was unattached, I had decided I wasn't
quite ready to break up any marriages yet, hence the question.  But I had
decided to show callous disregard for any boyfriends, or whether she was a
lesbian.  She had volunteered too much information, and now I couldn't be
unconcerned.  Well, I mean, now I was unconcerned, but because I knew the
answer, and not because I was too wicked to care.

   "Do you live near here?"

   "Yes.  I have an apartment on 10th Street."

   "Take me there." Ha!  I didn't even ask if she had a class to go to.

   "OK.  I'm done for the day anyway."

   Damn.



   On the way to her apartment she told me her name was Lilah.  She had a
nice place and no roommate.  I sat down and told her to stand in the middle
of the room, facing me.

   "Now take off all your clothes."

   I know, I know, the correct line is "Now take off all your clothes,
Bitch." But I don't usually talk like that and I was very nervous and it
was my first time doing the evil mind-control thing.  I just hoped I hadn't
screwed it up too badly.

   She was taking off her blouse very slowly.  Maybe she would have gone
faster if I had said "Bitch", but it seemed a little late for that now. 
Under her blouse she had on a very nice bra - not lacy or frilly, which I
dislike, but smooth and seamless.  As she undressed, I could now see that
Lilah was Very Beautiful.  I had done better than I could have hoped for.
Her skin was smooth and without blemish, her breasts were large and high
and firm (she was still wearing her bra, but I could tell), and her stomach
was flat with a narrow waistline, giving her back a classic "V" shape.

   This moment turned out to be the high point of my brief career as a
mind-controller.  I know my story is barely started, but as she was
standing there stripping for me, she was trembling and almost crying, and
looked very distressed.  That's when I chickened out and called the whole
thing off.

   "Stop." [oomph!] "Forget that anything unusual has happened.  You are
calm and happy.  You met me on campus, we talked, you invited me over for
lunch.  Nothing seems out of the ordinary." [oomph, again.]

   At this point the evil mind-controller usually screws up the
instructions and the enslaved girl either goes to South America for a life
of group sex with a herd of Vicunas, or, worse yet, turns the tables on her
oppressor and takes her revenge.  So I was actually relieved to discover
that I had screwed up, but it was nothing more serious than forgetting to
tell Lilah to put her blouse back on.  I got to eat lunch with her wearing
just her bra, while thinking that "nothing seems out of the ordinary."

   We had to improvise lunch, Lilah didn't have a lot of food at her place.
She was working on her thesis in bio-chemistry and hoped to get her Ph.d.
at the end of the year.  I figured I could just walk back to campus, where
my car was parked.  I would try to work on my level of cold-hearted steely
resolve, and maybe do better with my next victim.  Maybe if I didn't know
her name . . . .

   My musings were interrupted by Lilah's anguished howls.

   She was curled into a fetal position on her rug, whining and holding her
head in her hands and making these really annoying, high-pitched keening
noises.

   "What is it?  What's wrong?  Did I hurt you?" I thought maybe my
mind-control efforts had caused some brain liquification, or something.

   "Migraine." She finally managed to answer.  "I get them a lot."

   She was sobbing softly.  Then the ear-splitting screeching (OK, I
exaggerate, she wasn't that loud) began again.

   "Stop that!" (Meaning the whines.) "Stop it right now!" I was more than
a little rattled.

   Silence.  She looked up at me, her eyes getting bigger and bigger.  Her
stare was starting to freak me out.  The silence lingered a little bit,
then she launched herself at me.

   "It stopped!  It's just gone!  Instantly!" She was hugging and kissing
me; "How did you do that?  It usually get worse and worse for hours,
sometime days."

   I had to pry her off of me.  "Uh, I've been fooling around with
mind-control." I finally managed to say.

   "Can you stop it every time?" She asked; "I would do anything to get rid
of them.  They're ruining my life.  I would do anything, anything!  I'll
bear your children!"

   Just my luck.  My first, randomly chosen, victim was psycho-chick.



   Three days later, and Lilah had been following me around like a puppy.
She considered herself my girlfriend now.  She still remembered me
abducting her to her place and making her strip, but she thought of it as a
cute "mind-controller thing".  Apparently frequent, severe migraines were
the bane of her existence, and nothing she had tried had worked.  She had
tried weird diets, bio-feedback, and powerful, dangerous drugs.  She kept
re-asserting that if I could stop her migraines she would do anything for
me.  I guess they were really, really, really bad.

   It got to the point where I wondered if she were actually crazy.  I
decided to put her sincerity to the test, (even if she was mind-numbingly
gorgeous).  I made her sit down with a notepad, and logically, truthfully,
list out the pros and cons of her relationship with me.  I [oomphed] her
quite a bit on the "Logical and Truthful" aspect.  I suspected that Lilah's
sudden, fanatic infatuation was brought on by my mind-control meddling, and
she wouldn't be able to explain it.

   She wrote diligently for 15 or 20 minutes, then I stopped her.  Her list
read:

   Not Repulsive + Don't know much about him - Seems Nice, Kind, Polite +
Self-described "Evil Mind-Controller" - CAN STOP MY MIGRAINES.  + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
. . . .

   She had continued onto the following page.  Hmmm . . . .



   "Walkies, Lilah?" She knelt in front of me, naked except for her collar,
holding her leash in her mouth.  She nodded and wriggled in eagerness.  She
had a stairclimber, treadmill and stationary bike, but she wasn't allowed
to use them unless I had her on leash.  She wasn't allowed to talk, or walk
upright, wear anything but her collar, or eat anything but what I put in
her dish on the kitchen floor (it said "Lilah" on the side).  I had been
keeping her as a pet for 11 days now.  It gave me a chance to catch up on
calling her "Bitch", though now it was kind of cute and endearing, not
contemptuous.

   I watched in fascination and held her leash as Lilah worked out
furiously on her exercise equipment.  I liked seeing her work up a sweat.
Lilah had her own room, and when she went in there and closed the door she
could work on her thesis on the computer, use the phone, or do other
"human" things.  She spent most evenings rubbing up against my leg as I
watched TV, or curled up on the foot of my bed.  That is, when we weren't
having sex.

   If you are thinking I had finally gotten the swing of being an evil
mind-controller, then you are, alas, sadly deceived.  As part of a
systematic program of submission, I had decided to see just how far Lilah
would go without me doing any [oomphs].  The whole "you are my pet"
situation was about the most extreme thing I could come up with, but Lilah
hadn't even hesitated.  I guess the real problem was that her limits were
way out beyond my limits.  Of course I could think of more extreme things
(I'd been reading stories on the internet, after all).  But they involved
other guys, or lots of blood, or feces, or very public displays); I just
had no desire to actually have Lilah do any of them.  Now what good is the
ability to give commands and override her inhibitions if she's already
obedient and has fewer inhibitions than you do?

   The one command that I had [oomphed] over and over into her was that she
would not have any migraines when she was with me.  If one came on when we
were separated, she could call me and it would end when she heard me say
"The pain is gone, Lilah".  I wasn't sure I could suppress them entirely,
and I wanted to leave some level of dependence.

   Lilah's excellent performance as my pet got me wondering if she did this
sort of thing all the time.  She said that none of her previous boyfriends
had ever even suggested stuff like that, and that mind-controllers must be
very imaginative and creative.

   "Well, the test is over, Lilah." I said to her at last; "You are as
loyal and obedient as anyone can ask for.  You can resume walking and
talking and acting like a normal human girlfriend now."

   "Are you sure?" She asked, still curled up on the couch.  (I let her up
on the furniture since she didn't shed.) "It's kind of fun watching you put
the groceries away or do the laundry while I get to play with my chew toy."

   You can see what I was up against.



   So the next week I announced that I was going to go out and get another
slave / victim, (in addition to, not instead of, Lilah).  Lilah smiled and
wished me luck.  I was hoping that she would object, and I could ruthlessly
force her to accept the new situation.  Damn.

   When I finally got back, Lilah was dressed in an extemely provocative
harem-girl costume.  She had another one laid out "for the new girl".  I
didn't have anyone with me to wear the second costume, though.

   No matter how I had tried [oomph] [oomph!] [OOMPH!!] [oomph?], nothing
had worked.  I had lost my mind control abilities entirely.  I don't know
if I was just out of practice, or in some sort of self-fulfilling
confidence slump, or if the power just came and went randomly, or maybe a
mental block of some sort.  It has never returned.

   Lilah has remained migraine-free, and she is everything I could want in
a mind-controlled slave anyway.  Since evil mind-controllers often end up
switching gender and dropping 2/3 of their IQ, I guess I came out pretty
lucky.

   I'm still working on it all the time, and if it ever comes back to me I
am ready with a list of things to do; I'll be sure to let everyone know.