The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Stand,” Lewis said. “Both of you.”

“Yes, Master Lewis,” Miss Li and Lex said in unison—or perhaps that should be Madame X and Lex, as Hua Li was wearing the mask. She rose surprisingly fluidly from the lotus position in which she had been standing, her graceful, flexible legs unfolding to rest her feet on the ground, her left hand touching the ground behind her to start pushing herself up, her right hand still buried deep in the white leggings she was wearing.

Lex had an easier time of it, simply rising from Lewis’ desk chair, though she took two quick steps to the side once she was upright; she did this in Lewis’ presence when conscious as well as deep, and thought of it when she did as a habit she’d developed to the point it was ingrained. One born out of respect.

Lewis took his seat at the desk. He did this once livestreaming was over now, customarily; he’d only actually needed Lex to move, but there was something strangely satisfying about having Miss Li obey when there was no need nor change.

With Lex out of the way, he checked the various monetisation totals. He lined to do that without their eyes on the screen, and recognised this as something of an anxiety of his own rather than anything which made logical sense; he had seen for himself how little either of them was able to retain anything from their trance states unless told to, and in any case Lex was the one at the keyboard monitoring chat and donations.

If he told her to do so, she might be able to retain and calculate the total from donations as they went, so that he could just ask her for the number at the end.

The thought tickled him; maybe he’d do that sometime. Of course, he also had plans for Lex to start performing, too, and she couldn’t do that and monitor the keyboard for him at once. He’d have to start typing the messages rather than dictating them, and be the one paying attention to any dubious behaviour in chat. Lewis wasn’t looking forward to that.

What was the point of monetising your brainwashed property if you still had to do work?

He couldn’t help smiling when he saw the total in black and white. That was the point, he reminded himself; it had taken months of teasing to build interest for that first livestream, and another month for him to be confident a second would bring in more money. He certainly couldn’t start running these weekly.

All the same, over the afternoon’s work, they’d brought in almost as much as he took home from the clinic. Add in the time between to promote it and factor in that three people had been working and it still worked out at the best hourly rate any of them had ever brought in.

He leaned back in his chair, smiling happily. His eyes drifted over to his hypnotised slaves; to two of the three hypnotised slaves, he reminded himself. The things you could do with hypnosis, once you left the professional ethics committee behind, truly did beggar belief. He briefly imagined telling Dr Forrest even half of what he’d learned doing this; the horror on her pretty face would be worth savouring, though not worth the consequences she could call down if reported.

He wondered, all the same, if some part of her would still be impressed by what he’d achieved. It was all too easy to imagine the knowledge staying with her; as tainted as she would consider the source, could she go through the years knowing that stronger, more effective habit forming (or breaking) techniques existed and never use them, even when a patient was minimally responsive to anything less?

Lex was standing with her back to him, but as she wore only a pair of skimpy black satin panties and their matching bra, the view was still very enjoyable; he reached out and ran his fingers across her spiral tattoo. Miss Li had one, too, on her hip. Matching marks for his property.

He wondered what the best way would be to add one to Dana. Sending her to the same parlour might lead to a curious tattooist, especially as there wasn’t a close connection between the three. Sending her somewhere else, when the request was to duplicate an existing tattoo, would also raise questions.

There was probably a better way to have had them mark themselves as his, if he’d thought it through carefully. He was full of cautious plans; the problem was he was just as full of poor impulse control.

“Very good, ladies,” he said at last, closing down the window. “Mask off, Miss Li.”

“Yes, Master Lewis,” Miss Li answered. She bowed her head forward but did not otherwise move; instead, Lex was stepping over to her already. She undid the cord keeping the mask tight in place, then drew it off, a gesture from a student to one of their teachers. A gesture of respect.

More importantly, at least for Lewis’ purposes, a gesture of hierarchy. He watched the two women straighten back up, Miss Li accepting the hood when it was handed to her.

“Miss Li,” he said, “After you leave here, you will provide Lex with the details of the shop you used when I ordered you to source a mask.”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“Lex,” Lewis continued, “once you have this information, you will order a mask of your own.”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“Miss Li will attend me tonight,” he said. “Tomorrow night, Lex, I expect you to be at my home before I get back from work. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master Lewis,” they chorused.

Lewis paused. This deep in trance, both women’s spoken responses were monotone, with unvarying cadence, unless he was specifically doing mantra-work with them. Any two utterances were exactly identical.

Except that this was not entirely true. At first it had seemed like it, and even now it was the baseline. If he did have that conversation with Doctor Forrest, or if he got drunk enough with a friend one night to confess his sins, he would describe them that way.

Nonetheless, simply because they were still people, there was variation; it was subtle, and small, and he had taken a long time to start noticing, even longer to be sure of what he was hearing. He had noticed it first in Miss Li, where it mostly manifested itself in an eagerness she could not keep from her tone for certain kinds of command; the number of commands that prompted it was steadily growing.

There was something else in this one, and it came from them both. It sounded… Hm.

“Repeat,” he instructed them.

“Yes, Master Lewis,” they chorused again. There was no undertone to that one.

Of course, for that one they’d been given a different instruction, he thought. It was usually a response to a specific instruction.

They’d never objected to his asg their nights before. Something else was going on. Something they both knew about, too, which meant something they’d discussed or witnessed together. And something which occurred to them when he started arranging their later meetings.

“Miss Li,” he said, choosing her simply because he’d had even longer to reconfigure her thoughts, “what is my position on answers to questions?”

“I must answer truthfully and in full, Master Lewis.”

“And that’s true even when you’re conscious, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“In which case, Miss Li, I have one question. Lex, you will also provide your perspective on the answer, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Lewis.”

“Very good. Now, ladies: what haven’t you told me?”

Dana’s weekend was oddly frustrating. Oddly, in that her plans had excited her and they hadn’t fallen through, and she couldn’t put her finger on what about them wasn’t feeling the way she wanted it to.

She loved her boyfriend. Of course she did.

If they were a little less lovey-dovey than they had been, well, they were coming up on their third anniversary now, so that first flush of new love was gone, taking some of the excitement with it. What it had been replaced with was comfortable and satisfying—two words that described but undervalued the feeling.

And Phil would do almost anything to make her happy, but that weekend she’d felt too demanding for him.

After work, on the Friday night, she’d gone back to her apartment—theirs, of course, but she still thought of it as hers; she had been there before he moved in, she’d bought it, she’d been the one to find it, and even now it was only her name on the mortgage and the title—where Phil already was; unlike a receptionist his job could be done from home, and unlike many businesses the one he worked for still saw the value in happier clients and lower property costs to be found in a work-from-home policy.

For a year and a half she’d been suggesting Phil set up a desk at the corner of the living room or in the spare bedroom, but he still worked from his laptop at the kitchen table. It usually annoyed her, but that night it felt helpful; she’d pulled the two chairs opposite him out, knelt down in their place, crawled under the kitchen table, unzipped him and blown him where he sat.

It wasn’t as good as Lewis’ cock—that was, she would it, what she’d been craving all the way home, and she’d decided that Phil would at least make an acceptable alternative. It was good enough, and the surprise that was evident in every inch of him was oddly satisfying.

“You said you’d never do that,” he said when she emerged, wiping his cum from around her mouth with her thumb and fingers and licking them daintily clean.

“I said a lot of dumb things,” Dana had answered, not really thinking about it.

Perhaps, in hindsight, that had been a mistake. Phil tended to be a bit of an overthinker. Looking back from Sunday afternoon, trying to retrace what had gone wrong, she thought that might have been the real problem. Here was a man whose response to his girlfriend finally revealing her oral fixation to him was to wonder if she was avoiding sex.

Of course she wasn’t. It was madness that he kept acting like it. The way she did it, sucking his cock was sex, and even if it wasn’t as satisfying as it was when she crawled under Lewis’ desk at work so she could let him fill her mouth, it brought better rewards for her than just letting him fuck her.

And here Phil was instead getting progressively more concerned. “You’ve changed,” he said, a note of caution rather than wonder in his tone; “Don’t you want an orgasm?” he asked almost plaintively, later. As if, Dana thought savagely to herself, she didn’t cum just from the taste of a fresh load from Lewis in her mouth; even Phil’s sent ecstasy shooting through her the moment that delicious taste filled her mouth.

And that morning, when she’d decided at the end of a restless night that waking him up right should lead to a Sunday to , and she’d burrowed under the covers and taken his sleeping cock in hand, then her mouth, gently and lovingly massaging his balls, he’d clearly enjoyed himself but, just as clearly, had been worried about it all morning, even when they went out for brunch.

It was definitely not right to be daydreaming about Lewis’ cock, but the working week looming ahead wasn’t so daunting when she could be all but sure he’d find a reason to slip into her room, or summon her to his. She knew how those chance meetings were going to end. She could taste it already.

And if she was very lucky he’d hypnotise her, too.

Dana had considered telling Phil about Lewis, but he definitely wouldn’t understand. And besides, it wasn’t like she was cheating. Cheating would be a conscious decision.

Dana wasn’t entirely clear on what happened that made it so inevitable for Lewis’ cock to be in her mouth (or, occasionally, her pussy) but it certainly didn’t feel like anything she had a part in deciding. It was more like it happened to her. And so long as that was the case, it definitely wasn’t cheating.

Maybe, she thought ruefully, the problem was that Phil just wouldn’t understand. She probably shouldn’t have spent three years hiding her oral fixation from him.

She hadn’t told any of her exes about it, either. She’d actually shot down some men just because that was something they were excited for; her mouth more than her personality or her pussy.

Dana giggled abruptly. She’d been so deeply in denial, she thought.

At least now she had the courage to be herself.

Lex did the driving, of course. Miss Li only drove when Lex wasn’t also in the vehicle, and as this had been a t project, they both wanted to show him the fruits of their labours. Or, at least, that was what they ed thinking when Master Lewis woke them from their trances.

There were things she and Miss Li were sure of, and things they had to tread carefully on. All the skill they had came simply from their shared love of being hypnotised, and the little things they’d picked up while being hypnotised, before dropping far enough into each trance that their memories became unreliable. That didn’t give them the skills their hypnotist had.

As a consequence, they hadn’t tried to summon her to his address. Instead, they’d used her ‘return to dojo’ trigger, which Lex was currently feeling very pleased with herself for suggesting.

And so she pulled up outside the dojo herself. Barely a second later, Miss Li emerged from the front enger seat and went round to open the back door so Master Lewis could climb out. With the door closed again, Lex pulled away, hurrying to the nearest parking space.

Miss Li accompanied Master Lewis into the dojo. It would be ideal, she was thinking to herself, to buy it—or secure a sole lease—soon, so that they didn’t have to share the space; the amount of time she spent there had significantly expanded over the past year, and while she hadn’t yet run into anyone whose presence might complicate that, she had managed to deduce from the few facts which Master Lewis had permitted her to consciously retain that their activities might raise comment from others.

Shauna had already let herself in and was through in the main room, where she was pacing idly back and forth. Miss Li smiled in approval, both at Shauna’s punctuality and at the proof that her hypnotic technique was working properly.

Catching sight of the two new arrivals, the expression on Shauna’s face suggested real confusion. Of course, if Miss Li had done it correctly, Shauna wouldn’t even the WhatsApp message which had compelled her here; however she was sure that the bigger confusion was going to be the presence of Lewis.

(The fact that her thoughts and speech dropped the word ‘Master’ from his name when in the presence of those he hadn’t specifically brought into his inner circle ed Shauna by in the same way that she usually paid no attention to her own breathing.)

“I know what you’re doing here,” Shauna told Miss Li, though in fact she did not. “But what about him?”

Miss Li smiled broadly. She wasn’t a cruel woman, but a martial arts instructor must be able to take some pleasure from others receiving a comeuppance, and that was just how she saw what was about to happen.

She extended her arm, her hand closed into a fist except for the index finger, which she had angled to be clearly visible from Shauna’s position, and she began to wave her arm through a lazy figure 8.

She watched Shauna’s eyes drift onto her finger. Saw the point where her attention abruptly sharpened. Her eyes locked to the fingertip, and started to follow it compulsively.

And not many long moments later, Miss Li watched Shauna’s whole body language change. Her arms flopped, her shoulders rounded. She seemed somehow to sag without growing smaller. But her eyes remained just as they had been.

When Miss Li stopped moving her finger, Shauna’s gaze just kept on travelling around in the same loop.

“Shauna,” Miss Li said, conscious that her throat and lips were suddenly dry with anticipation, “What are you?”

“I am deeply hypnotised,” Shauna answered. Her voice was somehow flat and dreamy all at once. “I am hypnotised to have no power. I am hypnotised to have no control. I am hypnotised to have no choice.” There was a moment in which the dojo was somehow more silent than it had been while Shauna had been following the finger movement. Then Shauna began again.

“I am deeply hypnotised. I am hypnotised to have no power. I am hypnotised to have no control. I am hypnotised to have no choice. I need to be guided to be better. I will become better. Being like Miss Li is being better.”

There was another short pause, during which Miss Li realised she was being studied closely by Master Lewis, and also during which she could hear Lex’s footsteps as she caught them up.

“I am deeply hypnotised. I am hypnotised to have no power. I am hypnotised to have no control. I am hypnotised to have no choice. I need to be guided to be better. I will become better. Being like Miss Li is being better. I am deeply—”

“Shauna, mute,” Miss Li said. The hypnotised woman’s lips continued to shape the same sentences over and over again, but no sound emerged.

Miss Li turned to look at Master Lewis. “Lex suggested that one,” she said. “We weren’t sure when we should introduce the new Shauna to you.”

“Yes,” Lewis said, his voice heavy with something. Amusement was in there. So was anticipation. But there was more there, and she wasn’t sure what she thought. “Why is there a new Shauna?”

“The original is disrespectful, Master Lewis,” Lex answered. Miss Li wasn’t sure she should approve of her subordinate speaking for them both, but had to concede that her phrasing was more elegant than her own would have been.

It had grown wearing on me to continue to teach and appreciate someone who I know thinks my Master is pondscum, Master Lewis was certainly a cumbersome way to say anything.

“Well,” he said, “that’s certainly true.” He was half-smiling. “Do I talk in my sleep?”

“No, Master Lewis,” Miss Li said. “Not clearly, Master Lewis,” Lex was saying at the same time.

He nodded. “I was just wondering if perhaps I’d commanded one or both of you to do this while I was asleep.”

“No, Master Lewis,” Miss Li conceded. She had expected a more positive response.

“Fascinating. So which of you had the idea?”

“I did, Master Lewis,” Miss Li confessed, although she was surprised he felt the need to ask. Lex had no authority over her.

“Hm.” He walked across to Shauna as she stood there blankly, and circled around her; he stopped his path and reversed it, though, before he would have walked between Shauna and Miss Li, the object of her gaze. “She does seem fairly deep,” he conceded. “Good technique.”

“Yes, Master Lewis,” Miss Li agreed.

“I’ll get you to recall it for me later,” he said idly. Miss Li smiled contentedly to herself at that, because that kind of recall would need her to be hypnotised to bring forth.

Miss Li sometimes worried that Master Lewis would stop hypnotising her soon, because he didn’t seem to be getting anything out of it. She would have to find some reason to persuade him to keep hypnotising her at some point, she thought, and wondered whether repeating this with someone else would be a good or a bad idea.

Men were often so unreasonable if you had an idea without running it by them, even if they’d benefit from it too.

“Do you hear me, Shauna?” he asked. Miss Li took a couple of steps closer, tentatively. She had expected behaviour a lot more like when he’d hypnotised Lex, and instead had seen a caution in Master Lewis she couldn’t ever seeing before. It seemed strange.

The way Shauna’s lips moved changed, but no sound came out. Then her mouth stopped moving entirely.

“Shauna,” Miss Li said, “unmute.”

Lewis paused for a moment, then nodded. “Right,” he said. “Of course. Do you hear me, Shauna?”

“I hear you.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes.”

“And who am I?”

“You are the one Miss Li belongs to.”

At the sound of her name, Master Lewis turned to look at her. She tried to read what was in his eyes; arousal? Pride? Something else? She was almost sure that it was positive.

“And do you belong to anyone?” he asked, his attention turning back to Shauna.

“I belong to Lex, who belongs to Miss Li, who belongs to Lewis,” Shauna answered. Miss Li winced slightly Getting Shauna to accord Master Lewis his rightful title had been beyond the two of them so far.

“Hm.” Master Lewis considered that slowly. “So then, if I gave you an instruction, what would you do?”

There were a few moments of quiet, during which the entranced woman’s forehead creased briefly with thought. “I would carry it out for Miss Li’s sake,” she said eventually.

Master Lewis nodded again, thoughtfully. “Add a new section to the end of your mantra: A better woman wants what Miss Li wants.”

“Yes, Lewis,” Shauna answered.

“You may begin reciting your mantra again,” Master Lewis said. “You will continue until you have been alone in this space for five minutes. You will not anyone but Miss Li coming in here to guide you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lewis.”

“Very good.”

He straightened up and started walking back toward the door. As he swept past Miss Li and Lex in turn, they turned to follow him, leaving Shauna’s voice trailing after them.

“I am deeply hypnotised. I am hypnotised to have no power. I am hypnotised to have no control. I am hypnotised to have no choice. I need to be guided to be better. I will become better. Being like Miss Li is being better. A better woman wants what Miss Li wants.

“I am deeply hypnotised. I am hypnotised to have no power. I am hypnotised to have no control. I am hypnotised to have no choice. I need to be guided to be better. I will become better. Being like Miss Li is being better. A better woman wants what Miss Li wants.”

She hadn’t been able to wait even until Monday lunchtime.

Well, Dana told herself, that wasn’t strictly true; if she’d had to she was sure that she could have. But one of Lewis’ morning slots had cancelled, meaning he was free between ten and eleven.

Dana picked her moment carefully; just after sending the last patient through, Mr O’Connell’s client being notorious for arriving up to ten minutes later (as part of a power play, the clinic staff generally assumed), Dana did something almost unprecedented and went to the coffee machine with a tray.

She swept around the whole clinic, dispensing everyone’s preferred order into their hands, and brushed off the odd looks she received from many of the therapists by telling them “It was a lovely weekend, and I realised I need to let myself enjoy life more and be less grumpy.”

She didn’t bother telling any of the staff any such thing; after her confession some weeks earlier that she’d seduced Lewis outside work, none of them knew how to look at her anyway. The intention (she couldn’t why she’d had it) was to get herself branded as a slut, and also to make sure nobody thought she was holding her high ground against them.

But Lewis was the last point on her trip, and Maeve gave her a warm knowing smile as she opened the door into his open office and stepped inside with the tray. Good old Maeve. Dana could be fairly sure that reception would be properly covered.

“I brought you a coffee,” she said perkily as she kicked the office door closed behind her with her heel. Lewis had looked up surprised when the door opened, but she’d seen the way he relaxed the moment he recognised her.

“Thank you, Dana,” he said, turning in his chair to face her. He reached out for the mug where it rested on her tray, and at the last moment, she jerked it back out of his reach.

She smiled down into the guarded caution in his eyes. “Now, Lewis,” she said, her tones the false honey she’d perfected for malicious ends long ago, though she felt far from malicious at that moment, “I think we both know better than that.”

“Just what do you mean?” Lewis asked mildly, although he was smiling himself now.

“Well…” She stepped closer, lifting the tray up as she did so the coffee was still out of his reach. “It’s fair to say, isn’t it, that our relationship has become somewhat…” She ran a finger down his chest. “Transactional?”

“Ah.” He leaned back further into his chair, looking as relaxed as anyone could ask for. “And what do you think a coffee is worth?”

Her mouth watered. “Well,” she said, “I had two options in mind. I thought I’d see where you placed the market value, as it were.”

“Go on.”

She was blushing and she knew it, but she powered through it as best she could. “Well,” she said. “It’s been a long, lonely weekend with just Phil’s cock for my mouth, and I hoped you’d be willing to let me enjoy yours.”

There was a moment of uncertainty. “I… did also wonder if you’d give me the privilege of hypnotising me again.” This, she knew, was pushing it. Allowing her to satisfy her cock cravings around him was a fair exchange for a coffee, but the exchange rate for him hypnotising her had been him fucking her before now. A coffee was (she devoutly hoped) less valuable than that.

But if you didn’t ask, you didn’t get. And in any case, she was prepared to let him fuck her to get hypnotised, once she’d made a mess of his cock and balls then lapped them clean again.

It was a real shame that she couldn’t discuss a quandary like that with her friends, but the friends she’d made in the past decade and more had really only bonded with her over their shared love of shit-talking others. They weren’t people she could go to for empathy.

Lewis chuckled. “It sounds like it’s a buyer’s market,” he said, “since you’re letting me set the price, body or mind.”

Oh, God. Was he going to push for more? She wasn’t sure what limits she’d put on her price if he raised it.

But instead he had lifted his hand, was holding it up with two fingers extended, pointing them toward him. It was a sudden gesture that she hadn’t been ready for, and for a moment her vision swam just getting her gaze focused on it.

She could feel the moment when her eyes locked onto something, feel it like a heavy switch was thrown in her head. Everything had changed, and yet she wasn’t actually hypnotised yet; nothing had changed, even while it was all different. The weight of that switch pulled her mouth open, slowly widening into a perfectly round O.

Had she been observing a stranger have the exact same reactions that she was having, Dana would have noticed just how similar the widening O of her mouth was to the widening Os of her eyes, round and empty and yet also helpless and needy. She would have filed the observation away for later retellings.

But all she actually had eyes for was those two fingers.

She sagged, slowly, at the knees and the hips and her shoulders, the whole of her bending and lowering inexorably, inevitably, until her open mouth slipped around his fingers.

Her jaw closed slightly, her lips tightening around his fingers until they formed a perfect seal, and she sank into trance, eyelids fluttering over eyes rolled back, as her head began to piston up and down around his fingers.

Lewis reached up and took the coffee mug from her tray and took a first mouthful.

“Dana, Dana, Dana,” he said, and sighed. “I do wonder if my discipline has been too loose lately.”

He continued to lower his hand, and Dana, her mouth enthusiastically sucking, had to lower herself to compensate. Before too long she was on her knees, having dropped the tray from where she’d held it aloft until that moment, and her eyes, had they not rolled back into her head, would have had a perfect view of how much his erection was tenting his tros. “All of you finding ways to push,” he said. “And, to be fair, I shouldn’t be complaining.”

The words washed over her, but the small part of her awareness that monitored for instructions or for adjustments within her trancelike state did not consider these ones important. For one thing, she clearly didn’t have enough context to understand them. The tone of them was much more important, and so long as he sounded amused rather than frustrated, she felt sure she was doing alright.

“You turn out to be a more complicated woman than I had you down for,” he continued. She heard the soft chink that always came when he unbuckled his belt, and suddenly she was wet and needed. “You’re going to need more work to get you just how I want you. So I want you, Dana, to open your eyes and look directly at my erection.”

“Yff, Mthter,” she mumbled around his length. Her vision swam back until she could focus on the tent in his boxer shorts. Her head did not stop moving up and down on his fingers, a steady, unchanging, unthinking rhythm.

”Take it out,” he told her, his voice as gentle as a cat playing with its prey.

“Yff, Mthter.” Her hands rose smoothly to rest on his thighs, from which they crawled up until they found the waistband above his boxers. The slit would probably have done for his order, but it was much harder to tongue his balls that way, and he made the most delightful shudders when she did that.

He drew his hand back toward him, effectively pulling her forward. She leaned across him, her padded bra beneath her blouse pressing against the starchy fabric over his thighs, and as the base of his fingers ed by the tip of his cock he transferred her from hand to erection, leaving her sliding onto his girth as his fingers were withdrawn.

As she began to suck at his cock, going to work with a will, he wiped his fingers dry on her hair.

“When you finish that,” he said, “I’ll decide what to do with you.”

The part of her mind that still understood words when she was this deep listened to this sentence and decided that responding was far less important than sucking.

One of her hands slid across from the waistband of his boxers to settle around his hip, where her fingernails began to toy with him, listening for the gasps and surprised growls that meant they were doing their job well. The other migrated beneath his shaft, cupping and caressing his balls, while her thumb found the place below his cock where a little surprise pressure caused him to catch his breath and stiffen.

Neither Phil’s cock nor his reactions could compare.