The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jenny was good at sneaking into places. Maybe it was because she was petite—a body frame inherited from her Korean mother—or because her fierce expression and her intimidating, exotic beauty—inherited from her Jamaican father—invited no questions; the fact is that she could get almost anywhere she wanted, without being bothered. It was a matter of attitude, she thought: if you act like you belong in a place, people assume that you belong. Born in a working-class family (her mother, a house cleaner; her father, a cook in a neighbourhood restaurant), she had developed the ability to mimic the gestures, accents and expressions of those above her, furiously determined to climb across the social ladder by whatever means necessary.

Her natural elegance helped, of course. She was beautiful, but in an understated kind of way; nobody would call her “voluptuous” and most men (or women) would not turn their heads in the street to take an additional look of her small, slim, athletic figure; however, she had learned to use her sharp features and her deep black eyes as weapons of seduction, whenever she needed to.

If she wanted, she could look like a stressed businesswoman running late for a meeting with the Prime Minister, or like a confused assistant looking for the right elevator in her first day at the job.

She could wear baggy clothes and look down to the floor and become vulgar, or put on a sexy dress and make up and look like an actress or a singer.

Whatever was needed to open the doors she wanted open.

She particularly liked sneaking in hotels: a supposedly controlled environment, with strict rules about who can enter where and to do what, but which had, she had discovered, many blind spots. Bigger hotels especially, in which the day-time receptionists did not know who had checked-in during the night shift, and vice-versa, and in which the staff was unable to learn the faces of all the people who came and went day after day.

Jenny was lucky enough to live in a big city with many big hotels, which hosted some of the most crowded conventions in the country; chaos was her friend, and she had learned to use it to her advantaged: if necessary, she could feed herself for weeks by sneaking into conference buffets.

But that specific day, she was standing in front of the Seven Empires Hotel under the relentless midday sun, not thinking about food, but about something more refined: she was planning on using the hotel pool to cool down and unwind, after a long morning of errands. She had done it many times before, and it had been an exhilarating pleasure, both in a physical and in a psychological sense.

She waited until the lobby was swirling with people; then confidently walked through the door. She pretended to look at her phone while one guest checked in, and made sure to memorise her room number and surname, in case she needed them. Then, she nonchalantly moved towards the stairs, following the signs that said “swimming pool”. She crossed paths with some guests and staff on her way but, as usual, nobody asked any questions.

She quickly got to the swimming pool, and she was dismayed at first to see an employee standing a few steps from the door, apparently guarding the entrance. On second look, however, she noticed that he was not very focused on his job: he had his eyes closed and his hands… Oh, my god, was he jerking off? In public? While on his job?

The initial shock and disgust quickly led to the realization that this was a window of opportunity: treading as lightly as she could, Jenny walked behind him, opened the door as gently as she could, and quickly closed behind her, without even looking back at the “guard”.

She stopped and listened, her heart beating fast. She could hear the groans of the boy on the other side, getting closer and closer to orgasm; apart from that, everything was silent. She looked around, and the swimming pool looked deserted, which was not uncommon. Her body relaxed, knowing that she was safe, and envisaging the pleasure of bathing in a cool, empty pool, like a movie star.

She closed her eyes and indulged in the soft sound of the water splashing against the swimming pool walls. She started disrobing, until she was wearing nothing but a small purple bikini that highlighted the beautiful colour of her skin. Then, she walked towards the pool, her soles clapping on the wet floor.

And then, she saw her.

She was laying on a recliner near the pool, behind a big fake palm tree, which is why she had not seen her at first.

Now, that was what you would call a voluptuous woman. Her long, dark hair contrasted with her pale white skin, which seemed to glow even among shadows. Her curves were full, sinuous, sensual. Her breasts were barely covered by a thin bikini top, showing their natural roundness and barely hiding her rosy nipples. Her vertical navel marked the centre of a deliciously flat belly, which lead to the mounts of her hips, ample and inviting. Her legs never seemed to end, long, slightly muscular, perfectly formed.

And yet, they ended, and they ended in the most delicate, the tiniest and sexiest feet that Jenny had ever seen. They were thin and slightly arched, with perfectly formed toes and trimmed little toenails, and the soles looked as soft as if they had never touched the ground. All the light in the room seemed to converge on those feet, highlighting their impossible perfection. Awestruck, Jenny felt he irresistible impulse to get near those feet, to look at them more closely, maybe even… touch them?

After a couple of steps, Jenny stopped. What was she doing? What was she thinking? She had never had any inclination for female feet… or for any other part of the female body, for that matter… What had gotten into her?

But then, before Jenny could back away and get out, the mysterious woman opened impossibly blue eyes, and spoke to her.

“Is anyone there?”

“Ahem”, Jenny responded, slowly showing herself and calculating what was the best strategy in this situation, and deciding to show herself shy and humble (which was not difficult to feign, given that the woman was truly intimidating). “I am sorry to disturb you. I was just… ahem… hoping to use the pool. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll leave now”.

“Wait!”, the woman ordered, in a commanding voice. “How did you get in? I got someone to keep guard of the door…”

“Yes, I saw him… but he was… ahem… distracted… with himself”

“Oh! I see…”, said the woman, with a smirk on her face. “I guess I should not have let him look at my feet for so long after all”.

Feet. That word again. So specific. Jenny had to look away from the woman’s eyes and focus on her feet once more. So perfect, so sexy, so white that they seemed to be carved in marble. She kept staring at them, trying to understand what was so captivating about them… Was it their elegant shape, their milky colour, their silky softness, the balance between the curve of the arch and the sharpness of her pointy toes?

The more Jenny looked at them, the more she was drawn to them.

“I see that they already are affecting you too”, remarked the Goddess. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Jenny”, Jenny said without skipping a beat, unable to take her eyes away from those tiny toes—the thought of taking them all inside her mouth at once crosser her mind, making her shake her head in surprise and disgust.

“Do you want to know my name?”, the woman said.

“Yeah… I mean… I guess… if you want…”, Jenny said, making an effort to look the woman in the eye again—which did not help either, because the blue sea of her eyes was equally captivating.

“My name is Podothea. The Goddess of Feet. I know, I know what you are thinking. A Goddess just for feet? That is absurd! That is weird! Well, maybe it is, but that is the truth. You see, when I was born, over three thousand years ago, my mother bathed my feet, and just my feet, in the river Styx, turning me into a Goddess—or well, a demigoddess, if you want to nitpick. Why didn’t’ she just throw me in the river and make me a whole Goddess, you might be thinking? Well, you would have to ask her, she was kind of a weird woman…”

The woman… the Goddess, Podothea, kept rambling and seemed to have forgotten about Jenny, who took the opportunity to gather all her will power and give a step away from her, hiding behind a plant on her way towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going? Am I boring you? Come a little closer so that I can take a good look at you”

Jenny could not disobey that voice: there was something about it, a kind of otherworldly quality that seemed to echo inside her mind and pull her like a string puppet.

“Oh, wow”, the Goddess said, when Jenny emerged from her hiding place and into the light. “You are quite the looker, aren’t you? And so small! You look like a cute little mouse. That is what I am going to call you. My little mouse. Is that ok with you?”

“Actually…”, Jenny said, uncomfortable.

“Oh, now, I am just teasing. Come closer. Just one step closer. That’s it. Now, little mouse, what do you want to do next?”

“What… what do you mean?”, she asked.

Jenny swallowed and tried to focus her thoughts. The sight of Podothea’s glistening, athletic, sensual body… her mesmerizing blue eyes… and the inebriating presence of her feet, which irradiated pure beauty and irresistible power… It all made I hard to think clearly. And it was not just her mind: her body seemed to be reacting on its own accord, sending confusing signals through her nervous system: her instinct was telling her to run away, but her legs were not moving in that direction.

“Well, right now you have two choices. Either you can leave now—but it has to be now, before my feet have completely taken over your will —, or you stay and succumb to them… and explore the pleasures and delicacies of pure submission”

At the sound of the word ‘pleasure’, Jenny felt a jolt run through her body. Her eyes were fixed on the Goddess’s soles, which were now just a couple of steps away. She wanted to leave, but she also didn’t want to ever stop looking at those marvelous feet...

“So”, Podothea insisted, “what is it going to be?”

“I… I…”, Jenny mumbled, unable to form a clear sentence in her mind or her mouth.

“Let me ask you something: have you ever been attracted to female feet?”

“What? No! Ugh! Feet are gross! They are sweaty and dirty and stink!”

“Is that right? Look at my feet. Do they look like they stink?”

“No, your feet… they look… just divine”

Podothea laughed with a surprisingly throaty laugh.

“They quite literally are, yes. So, I ask you again. What is it going to be: will you leave now, close the door behind you and try to forget that you ever encountered me, or will you stay and surrender your body, mind and soul to worshipping my feet, in every possible sense of the word?”

Jenny really, really tried to fight. She clenched her fists, breathed in deep, closed her eyes and imagined herself running towards the door, pushing it open, sprinting towards the street and never looking back. She replayed that plan in her head three times before putting it into action.

And then, her body she did the opposite: her legs moved forward and she gave two shaky steps towards Podothea and her divine feet.

“Submission it is, then”, the Goddess said, chuckling. “You won’t regret it. None of my other foot slaves ever regretted it… At least, they never complained, which I guess is not exactly the same thing”

“Foot… slaves?”, Jenny asked, in her last attempt to really grasp what was going on before totally succumbing to the pleasurable sensations that she was starting to feel just by looking at her Goddess’s feet.

“You can’t take your eyes off my feet anymore, can you? That is how it starts. I guess you are feeling quite hot by now… like your body is burning from the inside… am I right?”

“Yessss”, Jenny agreed, feverishly. Her mind was getting filled with images and ideas of what she wanted to do with those feet—and of what those feet could do to her —, and it was exhilarating and excruciating at the same time.

“I guess that by now you are imagining how it would feel to be near my feet… to inspect them closely… to smell them… even to touch them…”

Jenny squirmed at the idea of touching the Goddess’s feet. She could not ignore anymore the pulsating sensations irradiating from between her legs. She was being changed, reshaped, controlled—and she could not fight it.

She took one more step forward; she was just besides her Goddess’s feet, so close that she could feel the heat irradiating from them in her own skin.

“Kneel, little mouse”, Podothea ordered—and Jenny, of course, obliged.

Her eyes were a few inches away from her feet; from here, she could spot every delicate curve, every tiny droplet of sweat forming in the skin of her soles, the perfect size and shape of her tiny toenails, the elegance of her arch, the pink fleshiness of her heel. She was transfixed by them, captivated by their sheer beauty—and she was turned on by them, so turned on that her bikini bottom was already soaked with juices.

“Can you smell them, little mouse? Can you smell their sweet aroma, their intoxicating scent entering through your nostrils, invading your senses, clouding your mind, taking over you…”

It was true: when Jenny inhaled, a rush of a sweet, flowery scent fill her nose, and quickly invaded her brain, making her instantly dizzy. Everything was foggy and dense, except the sensations irradiating from her sex, and the crystal-clear image of the Goddess’s divine feet in front of her. Jenny inhaled again, and the pleasurable sensations were so intense that she had to close her eyes for a second to absorb them properly.

“That is right, my little mouse. Let yourself go, let yourself drift, feel the power of my feet consume you…”

Jenny was burning, panting, drooling. Her hands moved on their own and starting pressing and rubbing between her legs, trying to ease her ache, her hunger.

“You can touch them… if you want”, said the Goddess, with a cheeky smile.

The mere idea of touching the Goddess’s feet sent shivers down Jenny’s spine. Touch them! Be in direct with her object of desire! Oh, she was not worthy… and yet… how could she say no?

She extended her trembling hand and, with just two fingers, very gently caressed the Goddess’s sole. A sudden shock of electricity run through her hand, her arm, her chest, circling on her nipples before running down to her pussy. Jenny gasped, arched her back, and firmly grabbed Podothea’s foot, not wanting this sensation to fade.

The sole was as soft as it looked; it was as caressing pure silk, almost translucent to touch. Jenny could not stop running her fingers up and down the sole, tantalized by such an impossible perfection.

“You can do much more than that, my little mouse. Come on, don’t be shy”, the Goddess teased her.

And Jenny had so many more ideas explore, so much more desire to satisfy.

She lifted her other hand, and grabbed Podothea’s both feet between her hands, before pressing them against her own face. The scent was so intense and so intoxicating that Jenny would have fainted if the pleasure she was experiencing wasn’t equally strong.

Shily, slowly, she put her tongue out and she licked her Goddess’s feet for the first time. She moaned and groaned as she lost all inhibition and let her hunger get control of her. She licked and sucked her glorious feet, all the way down to the heel; she then moved up the sole, and sucked her toes, one foot at a time, deep inside her mouth, playing with each toe individually, flickering them, softly biting them, enjoying their perfect proportions and their delicious taste.

She could feel her mind getting foggier and foggier, engulfed in a mist of pure desire and submission to her Goddess.

Her pussy was on fire, begging for fulfilment.

“Mmmmh, very good, my little mouse”, said Podothea, encouraging her to keep going.

And she did keep going, out of pure instinct and sheer desire. She took the Goddess’s feet and, pulling her bikini top apart, she pressed them hard against her small round breasts. She could feel her Goddess’s sole, soft and electric, caressing her already erect nipples, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. Eager to participate, Podothea pinched her nipples between her toes, and pulled them, creating a new chord of sensations (the pleasure, the pain, the pure devotion for her newly found Goddess) shattering Jenny’s world.

As Podothea’s feet rubbed her tits, Jenny had her hands free to play with herself; parting her legs and pushing her bikini bottom to the side, she started touching her engorged, dripping labia in wide round circles, before slowly zeroing on her clit. It was so sensitive that it was almost painful to touch, and yet, it craved for touching.

With her eyes closed, everything Jenny was feeling was enhanced: her Goddess’s soles and toes caressing her skin and playing with her breasts, burning her, claiming her; and her own hand, playing faster and faster with herself, two of her fingers already finding their way inside her pussy, hooking up to find that perfect spot.

“Please… please…”, Jenny moaned, almost cried.

“Please what, my little mouse?”

“Please make me cum with your feet, Goddess!”

“Is that what you really want, my little mouse?”, Podothea asked, as she pressed one foot against Jenny’s mouth.

“Yessss!!!”, she replied, devouring her Goddess’s offering.

“Even if it means losing yourself completely, and forever becoming my docile foot slave?”

“Yesssss, please!!!”, Jenny screamed, rubbing herself furiously, and yet unable to reach release.

“So be it, then”, Podothea said, before lowering one of her feet (the one that was not deep inside Jenny’s mouth), and placing it inside the petite girl’s legs.

Jenny stopped touching herself and, instead, grasped her Goddess’s foot and pressed it as firmly as she could against her aching pussy. The reaction was immediate: feeling the bridge of Podothea’s foot rubbing against her clit was more pleasurable than any cock or hand or toy that she had experienced in her life. It was like being fucked by a hundred tiny vibrators, pleasuring her every erogenous zone.

“Oh, my God…dess!!!”, she cried, correcting herself mid-scream.

Unable to control herself, she humped Podothea’s foot like a horny animal, her petite body sweaty and tense, all her skin painfully sensitive, all her nerves alight with pure pleasure.

“Cum for me, my little mouse, cum for me and surrender yourself completely!”

Those words were the last push that Jenny needed to explode into ecstasy and oblivion. Her last uncontrollable spasms against her Goddess’s foot created a wave of pleasure that seemed to keep growing and growing, crackling through her nerves, altering her, obliterating her, until she could not even breathe, not even blink, consumed by a mind-bending orgasm.

And then, when she thought she would out, her orgasm finally exploded like a supernova, in a fireball of pleasure that made her scream out and shake, covering her Goddess’s foot with a flood of squirting juices.

“Fuuuuuuck!!! My Goddessss!!!”

Podothea didn’t let her go down so easily: while Jenny shook amid spasms from her orgasm, she kept grinding her hard with her foot, keeping her in the peek of pleasure longer, and longer, and longer…

“Yessssss!!! Thank you, Goddessss”, Jenny kept crying, her eyes rolled back deep inside her skull.

Podothea knew from past experience that no human, male or female, was able to endure such a treatment for long before being utterly and irremediably broken—all trace of their previous identity drowned by pure addiction and submission to their new Goddess. She could see that happening to Jenny right now: mouth wide open, drooling, trembling uncontrollably, mumbling words of joy and gratitude.

And then, maybe because Jenny looked so petite and fragile, or because she was undeniably beautiful in herself, or because Podothea hadn’t had a companion for such a long time, she decided to be a merciful Goddess for once. Slowly, she retracted her leg, breaking with Jenny’s pussy, and allowed her to come down from her ecstasy.

As soon as the Goddess took away her foot, Jenny collapsed on the floor, shuddering, gasping for air.

Her body was covered in sweat and her legs were soaked with her juices; her hair partially covered her face, which was so red it almost looked purple. She looked like a mess, but Podothea had to concede that it was a beautiful mess.

“What am I going to do with you, my little mouse?”, she muttered, as she gently caressed Jenny’s body with her foot.

Jenny could not answer; she had already ed out on the floor, with a blissful smile on her lips.