The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Have you wondered? If you took a cat, made it forget it was a cat and then gave it memories of being a mouse all of it’s life. Would it hide in fear of other cats?” -Dr Marcus Taylor TED talk March 14th 20XX.

“What if you took a criminal and erased their memories and the things that made them commit crimes and gave them memories of being a law abiding citizen that wouldn’t even Jay walk. Wouldn’t that be easier on tax payers instead of paying someone to live in a concrete box?” Marcus asked.

“Where is the closure for the family? The person who murdered a family member thinks they have been a… a florist or West 5th?” Asked the Senitor. “Sorry, Doctor Taylor we can not approve funding” the Senitor finished -closed session on prison reform June 27th, 20XX.

Doctor Marcus Taylor was a brilliant scientist.

When he was 2 his father Jacob and his mother Martha adopted him. As they drove home, a drunk driver hit their car head on killing him Instantly. Marcus and his mother were in the backseat. They survived.

Amelia, Marcus’s adopted grandmother despised Jacob, thinking he only married her daughter for the family fortune. Amelia convinced her grieving daughter it was Marcus’s fault Jacob was dead, if they didn’t pick up the orphan Martha’s beloved would be alive.

A week later Marcus was sent to a boarding school and barely saw his family.

He heard stories of how Martha was never the same. She lived for work and spent little time at home. At school Marcus was bullied and beaten badly by fellow classmates. No one helped him.

While Marcus was in High school, his mother got pregnant from sleeping with a worker at the company’s Christmas party. His sister Michelle was born and the man vanished from the job. People gossiped Amelia was involved with his dismissal.

Years later Martha adopted Amy. Instead of Marcus ing the family business Amelia and Martha groomed Amy for the job. When it was time for Martha to step down it was Amy who took her place.

Marcus studied hard in engineering and psychology. He desired what drove his family to treat him so horrible. Marcus graduated High school then University with honors and was recruited into a government lab.

“It was our job to create a device that would turn a foreign population against its government. “ Marcus said “It was a complete failure. Most of subjects forgot to breathe unless told to. The project was shut down soon after” Macus finished. -excerpt from season 3 episode 5 of Strange tales of Science” aire date November 3, 20XX.

Marcus worked on the device in secret. As technology advanced the size of the device shrank until it was the size of a car alarm fob.

He tested the device on unsuspecting people to elicit funding, someone to clean his house, or a one night stand.

He used It on himself once to condition himself not to be suseptible to the device in case someone tried to use it against him.

One morning, Mark had used the device while standing in line for coffee. Within 5 minutes the line for the bathroom was longer than the line for coffee. Mark’s phone vibrated in his pocket non stop with texted pictures and pledges of obedience. Any woman over the age of 18 years old in the coffee shop was his new puppet or doll. University students to police officers were his to play with.

He could have them dress up, role-play or do his every bidding.

Mark never made them do anything sexual in public, or commit any crimes, or hurt anyone. He didn’t use his device as a weapon, more of a tool to make life more convenient. They would act as normal unless their master had a use for them.

On this day Mark chose 3 random women to clean his house naked. As he watched one of the woman. Amara was a devot Muslim woman. She had arrived in her hijab with the only skin showing was her face and hand. Now she was completely naked scrubbing his bathroom floor nude. She probably had never showed this much skin outside of her bedroom.

Amara would be his proof of concept. His test to see if he could remake her memories that would spawn a new personality. Mark would see how far she would bend.

Would she resist the changes from a religious devotee to a loving, obedient servant like he had programmed her to be? Would she question him more or try to escape? Or would she simple accept her fate and move on, adapting to her new reality?

As Mark observed her, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and control. He had taken a woman who had never shown her body to anyone and transformed her into his plaything. It was a strange feeling, one that Mark had never experienced before.

He was a man who had alwayss been treated horribly by those around him, and now he had the power to change that. The device in his hand, no larger than a car fob, had the ability to erase memories and install new ones with the push of a button. With it, he could take someone who had wronged him and transform them into someone who would be loyal to him, someone who would do as he commanded. It was a type of power that he never imagined he would have, but now that he had it, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to give it up.

Part 2: Beloved

Mark stood in his house in front of Amara the silence was palpable. Internally he struggled with the ethics however his soul screamed for revenge. This woman would be his proof of concept. If it worked on her her could progress to the others. “Just think of her as a tool, nothing more” Mark said to himself.

“Amara, do you feel trapped in your life? Like you were meant for more” Mark asked the entranced woman. After a minute she mumbled “…yes” her British accent barely a whisper.

Amara was the daughter of a wealthy Saudi businessman and a Persian woman. A devout Muslim. She took pride in her faith and her community. She had moved to America for University. She had been bullied almost nonstop since arriving in America. America chipped away at her soul and confidence.

She had stopped at the coffee shop on her way to university when she felt a pulse of energy. She was compelled to go to the bathroom and to take a selfie of her face then to her shock she exposed her breasts and took a picture and then pulled down her pants exposing her thick bush, another selfie. She sent the pictures to a phone number not in her s but in her head then pledged obedience.

A week later, the mysterious phone number replied with a picture of a handsome white man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He needed someone to clean his house and sent her the address and instructed her to strip naked when she arrived.

That was 3 hours ago.

Mark walked around the entranced woman. He ran his finger across her hard nipples then ran his fingers through her thick bush. “There would need to be changes” he smiled to himself. It was time to start.

“Amara, I want you to imagine a glass in your hand. It is full to the brim. It is not water. It is you past, your memories, your faith, your community, your experiences both good and bad. Can you feel it” Mark asked.

“…yes” Amara said sleepily, swaying slightly.

“Now pour it out until it is empty. When it is empty so you will be too.” Mark instructed. Outside his demeanor was calm inside he was filled with anxiety.

After a few agonizing minutes, Amara’s head drooped forward. She was ready.

“What is your name?” Mark asked. No answer

“Why are you here?” Mark asked. No answer.

“What do you ?” Mark asked. “Nothing… I can’t anything it’s so hard to think” she said almost pleading “I am so scared” then a tear rolled down her cheek.

In her head Amara was floating in a sea of darkness, she didn’t how she got there or where she was or even who she was. It was very frightening. Then a light appeared and a voice guided her.

“Don’t be afraid, I am here for you like I always have been” the voice in the dark said. The voice was warm and comforting. “Do you want me to tell you of your life? And fill your vessel to the brim once again?” The voice asked.

Back in the real world Amara responded “yes please” then Mark smiled it was time to go to work.

“Your name is Indira. Your parents died when you were very young. You were sent to live with your aunt and uncle who beat and treated you badly. You ran away. I took you in and sent you to schools and university. What started as respect and gratitude for saving you from your horrible situation has blossomed into a deep love, affection, and sexual desire for me” Mark said.

“You are my most devoted, loyal, and obedient servant, lover and partner in crime. Your goal, your purpose in life is to see my dreams and whims fulfilled because they are your dreams also. You will do what I want when I want it and achieving that is the most important thing to you. You will not be jealous of me with other women and you will feel a desire to jump in every once in a while or watch” Mark said with a sly smile.

The newly minted Indira smiled herself “yes” she sighed.

“You are powerful, intelligent, confident, and beautiful. You are my wife in public as well as in our house. Besides assisting me you run our household making sure I want for not. You standing with me barefoot in the sand before our friends and the minister as I slipped the ring on your finger and you pledged to Love honor and Obey me. Binding you to my side as my Beloved” Mark said.

Mark had given her a new name, new memories, a new purpose in life. When he woke her up, in theory she would have a new personality and outlook on life.

“Yes, beloved” Indira smiled still standing entranced. Her posture changed more confident.

“Now open your eyes and wake up” Mark ordered.

Indira yawned the looked around. Seeing Mark she smiled.

“Good morning Indira Taylor, how are you this fine morning?” Mark asked. “Fine my love but I could use a shower and some tea” she said happily then hugging Mark then kissing him on the lips.

Mark smiled it had worked. This new woman only physically resembled the original in body only the rest was changed. Mark watched as Indira walk confidently into the bathroom.

As the hot shower water cascaded down her body her mind realigned to its new memories, her new way of life, and her position in it.

She was so lucky to have been saved by Mark her husband. What would her life be if he hadn’t been there? She shuddered at the thought. When she realized she loved him, he did not shun her, he accepted her and reciprocated her love until they were married. She obeyed his every wish not because she was forced to but because she had pledged to love honor and obey him. She had to set a good example for the other slaves… um servants that’s it. Her mind had written this new personality.

As she stepped from the shower Amara Al Fayed was gone and Indira Taylor stood in her place. She toweled her self dry then noticed a wedding ring on the sink. She slipped it on her finger. It’s metal feeling comforting on her finger.

Mark was waiting with her tea. They spent the morning talking and ordering her new clothes. She couldn’t believe her bad luck the cleaners had misplaced all her clothes. She smiled though it was a chance to update her wardrobe. Her husband could afford it.

They talked about his plan for revenge on the cruel people who hurt Mark, her beloved. She would see them brought low before him. They would pay and she would pride herself on anything she could do to help. He would use the device and she would revel in the undoing of these bitches. Any good wife would think the same way she told herself.

That night she slept nude on her side. Mark spooned with her. She could feel the heat of his skin along her back. One arm under her holding her hand while his other hand fingered her nipple. She could feel his penis along her ass. She sighed, she had found paradise.

As they lay in bed, Indira couldn’t help but feel grateful for Mark’s presence in her life. All that mattered now was making Mark happy and fulfilling her purpose as his loving and obedient servant, lover, and partner in crime.

Mark, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a mix of satisfaction and guilt.

Satisfaction for having successfully rewritten Indira’s memories and creating a new persona that was completely devoted to him. Guilt for having erased her previous identity, no matter how difficult her life had been before. He thought about the power he now held in his hands, the ability to manipulate people’s minds and their perception of reality. It was a double-edged sword, one that he was still trying to understand.

A few weeks later. “We will see you Saturday. We are on a retirement road trip. Don’t be a disappointment. I don’t want to listen to Mother or Gran complain.” The text said It was from Amy his sister. Mark smiled, he would have time to prepare his plan.

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