The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

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Dry Ridge, British Columbia, Canada July 1, 1910

Diana Kattan hated working on Dominion Day.

While everyone else could enjoy festivities with their friends and family, she would be scouring the town for drunks and other miscreants.

Granted, it was part of her job. Believe it or not she was the Chief investigator for the Dry Ridge Police Department. Police were considered essential services and could be forced to work on the holiday.

She realized it was fruitless to complain. Moreover, she could make the best of it, though some would say she would be doing it in the worst way.

She would go down to British Columbia’s local Chinatown and lay down the law or—more appropriately laws.

You see, the Canadian Parliament had ed a series of laws discriminating against the Chinese Canadian community and many other Asians. Whether they were citizens or immigrants. For example, Chinese employers could not hire white woman, Chinese (and many other Asians) were denied the vote, and tight controls were placed on their immigration into Canada to “keep Canada white.”

Of course, that wasn’t the main reason for her resentment towards these Orientals. Diana had two reasons. The first was because these immigrants often took business away from Canadians who has been there for decades. The second was that they were relentless purveyors of vice.

Yes, that’s right. They were the main driver of everything immoral: gambling dens, dance halls, brothels and saloons that sold the devil’s liquid: alcohol. That last one was particularly odious.

You see, Diana Kattan was a died-in-the wool prohibitionist. She hated alcohol and everybody knew it. It was responsible for broken families, domestic violence, ruined finances and fatal accidents. If she had her way, it would be banned throughout the country and those who sold and drank it would be sentenced to exile and hard labor.

She knew that the Orientals were behind it all. It was time to get to work.

2.

And get to work she did. She had issued significant finds against a group of Chinese who had been playing Mahjong and had even arrested the occupants of an opium den, though one claimed he was using it as pain relief—a likely story. Diana walked a few blocks until she saw next target: a Chinese laundromat,

Indeed, Chinatown wouldn’t be Chinatown without one. It was also a perfect front for illicit business. As she approached the establishment, she heard a loud whirring noise. Maybe that was good news, Diana thought. For all its flaws the place might have an air conditioner and allow her to escape the intense July heat.

Moreover, the way she dressed only exacerbated this. Indeed, she was dressed as most women in the Prairies were. She wore a long white layered dress over a corset, dress shoes and a picturesque sun hat. The hat covered her jet-black hair. Say what you like about her as a detective, but Diana Kattan surely dressed the part.

She was now in the laundromat. She found the source of the whirring she’d heard. It was not an air conditioner, but a washing machine. This must be a more modern place than she thought, washing machines had only been invented two years ago.

There weren’t many people around. Good. This would allow her to investigate undetected. She began to walk through the facility, looking for the secret mahjong tables and stashes of opium.

Then she saw her. A short Chinese woman in an apron over what looked like a maid’s uniform. She had a small round face, slanted brown eyes, and a faint, but decent smile. She also had jet black hair that was in a bun and framed her attractive face. The woman probably saw Diana too, because her eyes widened—obviously do to fear or at least surprise. The immoral investigator ran towards her target.

“Diana Kattan, Dry Ridge Police Department,” she said, pulling out a badge from her dress’s pockets.

“Welcome officer,” she said in heavily accented, but relatively good English. “ My name is Otgo, Otgo Gao. I own this laundromat. How can I help you?”

“You can help me by revealing the shady doings that you are performing under the guise of your laundromat,” she hissed. If you don’t I will just find it myself and haul you off to the hoosegow.”

“Please, Ms. Kattan,” she begged. “Don’t do this! I promise we are just a humble laundromat. I show you we are aboveboard.”

“Very well,” she acquiesced Make it quick, though,”

“Of course, Miss Kattan,” she squeaked fearfully. “Just come with me.”

3.

Diana smirked wickedly as the anemic Asian led her through the establishment. She was making notes ready to find something, anything she could use to penalize the business. She thought she had found it when she saw the row of state-of-the-art washing machines.

“Those are some fancy washing machines, you’ve got there,” Diana began. “They’re much too fancy for a place like this.”

“All were obtained honestly,” Otgo replied cautiously. “However, you are right about them being fancy. Look at the middle one for instance.”

Diana did so, but she didn’t really see the point. It was at full power, and several clothes were being washed creating a textile circle as they did so.

“It’s actually our fastest machine,” Otgo explained. It can clean clothes in a fraction of the time one of our washerwomen can. Its methods are also quite eye-catching; all you need to do is look at how the clothes move in a circle. Just focus your eyes on the moving clothes and you will understand. All the reds, whites, darks, all spinning in a circle, all of them melding in one, big, circle, a big hypnotic circle that you cannot take your eyes or mind away from. A circle that captures your eyes and your mind.

“Circle…captures my…eyes…mind,” Diana slurred,’

“Yes,” Otgo concurred slyly. “It captures your eyes and mind. In fact, you can feel your mind spinning with the clothes. That’s right, your mind is spinning and spinning faster, and faster, along with the clothes. Your mind’s spinning of its axis, it’s spinning and spinning and your losing your mind. Say it officer.”

“I…am…losing…my mind…” Diana droned.

“In fact, when the washing machine stops your mind will be completely lost and you will need someone to think for you. Say it

“When…washing machine stops…mind completely lost…need someone to think for me.”

Lucky for Otgo, the washing machine had just finished its duties. It stopped and Diana’s mind stopped with it. Her eyes shut, her head slumped forward, and her sun hat fell off.

Otgo smiled with relief. Despite what many people thought, Otgo was not Chinese but Mongolian and had come her with her family a few years back. They had to flee from persecution from the Qing Dynasty, the Bogd Khan and other bloody characters.

Unfortunately, the pain did not stop when she reached Canada (before the infamous “head tax” was applied). Her father had died of tuberculosis leaving the family—especially Otgo—heartbroken. She had opened this laundromat to make ends meet.

Fortunately, for Otgo, many of the people in the Dominion of Canada were polite and friendly. She had befriended several immigrants in Chinatown and even some Canadian citizens. This made her laundromat quite profitable and had allowed her to provide for her family.

Of course, many did not mean all: Diana Kattan was proof of that. She was no stranger to anti-Asian racism. While most of it involved racial slurs and refusal of service at some establishments, this was the first time a government official had gone as far as Diana.

Fortunately for Otgo, she had a unique, and culturally significant solution to her current problem.

You see, Otgo had come from a long line of Shamans and had inherited their magic and rituals, shortly before he died, her father taught her the ancient art of shamanic mesmerism. While she didn’t use it often, using it here was an imperative. This was both to protect Otgo and her family and to give this corrupt cop, her just desserts.

“Diana,” Otgo intoned. “You have now lost your mind to the machine and because I own the machine you have lost your mind to me and need someone to think for you. That person is me. Say it.”

“Lost…my mind to you,” Diana slurred choppily, “I…need you to think for me.”

“That means you must obey my every command.”

“Obey…your every command.”

“Excellent,” Otgo uttered triumphantly, “Now, Diana. Come with me.”

4.

Otgo had led Diana to a small office at the back of the laundromat, It was spartan with a desk and a couple of chairs. It also had a significant amenity: a camera. Though it looked like an oversized accordion, it could take photos like no tomorrow.

“Diana,” Otgo commanded. “Disrobe completely.”

“Yes Mistress,” Diana said robotically. While the process took long—corsets were a pain in the neck to remove—it was well worth it. Diana was quite a looker. She let down her hair which coincidentally covered her nipples. She also had supple legs, a great posterior and a nicely shaved pubic area. The blank look on her face only made her look more beautiful.

“Now Diana,” Otgo intoned. I am now going to take pictures of you. While I am doing so, you will not try to stop me. In factm you won’t be able to stop me because you will be too busy masturbating. Understood?”

“Understood Mistress,” Diana replied. She took her right index and middle figures, bent down and shoved them into her vagina. Then she began repeatedly moving them in and out as Otgo snapped photographs.

At Otgo’s direction, Diana’s masturbation became more elaborate with her humping chair, using a pen as a masturbatory aid and even humping the laundromat’s concrete floor. She had a picture of each one.

Now she decided it was time for the ultimate humiliation. She had Diana get down on the floor. Then she ed her and order her to sit still as a statue until Otgo—who was fully clothed—said otherwise. Otgo was going to finger Diana.

Finger her she did. She jammed her digits into the corrupt officer’s vagina as hard as she could. Diana howled in a mixture of pleasurable pain as Otgo continued the assault on her pussy. Diana was about to reach orgasm. Then she did so, crying out in ecstasy and spilling her juices all over Otgo’s fingers. Otgo then smeared those juices all over Diana’s body. Then she got up and took a few more pictures.

5.

Half an hour later Diana had been cleaned up and redressed. Otgo would now provide the final instructions to her.

“Diana,” Otgo ordered. I will escort you outside. Once you exit this laundromat you will awaken from your trance and nothing that has occurred here. You will never harass this laundromat or any of its patrons or inhabitants again. The same goes for everyone in Chinatown. Now, if you hear me and only me say the words “finger photo” you will go back into this trance and do as I say. Understood?”

“Understood,” Diana said exhaustedly.

Otgo took Diana out of her office, picked up her sun hat and put it on Diana’s head and then chuckled to herself. On the day they celebrated Canada as a dominion from sea to sea, but Otgo now had dominion over Diana Kattan’s mind and body—and had photographic evidence of it to boot.