The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The head servant of the mansion looked astonished.

“I said,” Julia repeated in impatience, “is your mistress home?”

“She is, my lady,” the servant said. “Er, will you come inside? I would fetch her for you.”

“Very good,” ordered Julia, already stepping through the mansion’s double front doors. She made a careless gesture, indicating that her literbearers were to wait outside for her, no matter how long she might be detained. The bearers looked none-too-pleased at this, but knew better than to argue.

The servant shut the doors, then led Julia to a sitting-parlor. Julia glanced about, quickly scanning this house’s elaborate décor. The mansion might even be grander than her own house. Julia was impressed.

The servant bowed low, then retreated. In a moment, Julia heard light footsteps approached, and then Drusilla appeared in the doorway. The surprise of Drusilla’s face was delightful to behold.

“Julia,” Drusilla said, puzzled but smiling. “Welcome to our home, dear. Its been an age since you last visited.”

Julia snorted. She had never been invited to Drusilla’s house before.

“Hey there, Dru,” the beautiful young woman replied, moving to embrace her hostess. The two women air-kissed.

“So, I was just in the neighborhood,” Julia lied, “and thought I might stop by.”

“I see,” said Drusilla, arching one quizzical eyebrow. “How kind.”

There was a tense silence.

“Tell me something, Dru,” Julia said, adopting a cruel smirk. “Why did you decided to pursue the Governorship of Achaea for your husband? He is already one of the most powerful men in the Empire. Why want more?”

“Why not?” Drusilla pushed back. “Oh, I see. You thought your husband should become governor?” She adopted a mocking expression of fake pity. “Oh, Julia. Your husband may be rich, but he’s a little nobody. Always will be.”

The barb stung Julia just enough. Relishing the moment, she opened her coin purse. “Its funny you would say that, Dru,” Julia said, drawing out her special coin. “Today is the day the nobodies put their betters in line.”

“What is that?” Drusilla demanded, eyeing the circle of crystal in Julia’s fingers. “Jewelry?”

Up until this moment, Julia hadn’t been certain her plan would work. But now, a strange confidence possessed her. She knew what to say. She knew what to do. She was in command.

Julia raised her hand, and the coin floated into the air.

“What…?” Drusilla gasped.

“Tut tut,” Julia said. She extended her thumb and index finger, placing their fingertips three inches apart. The coin hovered in the space between, as if held by an invisible thread. Slowly, it began spinning.

“Where did you get this?” Drusilla wanted to know, deeply suspicious.

“Hush, hush, Dru, dear,” smiled Julia. “Didn’t you notice it?”

“Notice what?”

“Inside the coin,” Julia said pleasantly. “It shows you the image of your true self. Don’t you see yours?”

“My true self?” frowned Drusilla. She eyed the spinning coin.

“Watch,” Julia encouraged. “If you concentrate, just a little, you’ll see an image of yourself. An image made from nothing but light and color. It will be beautiful, dear Drusilla, beautiful indeed. Look closer…”

“I… How are you doing this?” Drusilla wrinkled her brow.

Julia smile grew wider. Drusilla’s eyes were fixed on the dazzling coin, which was beginning to spin faster. The beautiful young woman knew; once a victim’s eyes were studying the coin, it was too late. The magic was already going to work on Drusilla’s mind.

“Focus, Dru, and feel yourself relax,” Julia cooed. “Relax. Let your arms drop to your side. Let your weight rest evenly across both hips. Let your breathing become slow and calmer. You will soon feel so much better. Relax. Relax.”

Drusilla’s lips parted.

“Be silent!” urged Julia. “No, gaze deeper into the lights, Dru. Gaze deeper, and relax. Relax even more. You feel so wonderful, and all you want to do is let go a little more, relaxing even deeper. That’s it…”

Where this dialog was coming from, Julia couldn’t say. She simply knew what words to speak, as if another power were placing the commands she needed directly into her own mind. She talked on and on, effortlessly guiding her rival into a dull stupor.

The expression had faded from Drusilla’s face. The beautiful, black-haired woman stared into the spinning coin with blank eyes, her lips parted slightly. She was completely motionless, standing still, her hands limp at her sides.

Julia wanted to laugh out loud. “Very good, Drusilla dear. And now, I snap my fingers, and you will fall into a deep, deep sleep, where you have no will of your own, and you must follow and obey all of my commands. Become my slave… now.”

With her free hand, Julia clicked her fingers, just once.

The effect was immediate. Drusilla’s eyes shut, and her head slumped forward.

“Excellent,” beamed Julia, slipping the coin back into her coin purse. “From now on, dear Drusilla, you will always be obedient to the voice in your mind, the voice that puts you into this special, irresistible sleep. You will follow its every instruction and believe whatever it tells you to believe. When under this special magic, you no longer have any will of your own. Obey.”

Drusilla did not so much as twitch a finger. For a moment, Julia felt a flicker of doubt. Was the other woman truly hypnotized? Had she surrendered her free thoughts?

There was only one way to be sure.

“In a moment,” Julia commanded, “I will snap my fingers. When I do, Drusilla, you will awaken, ing nothing. You will continue our conversation as if nothing has happened. But anytime I touch your nose, you will fully believe that you are my dog, my faithful, loving dog. You will act like a dog, bark like a dog, think like a dog. You will remain like this until I tap you on your nose once more; then you will have no memory of your previous experience.”

Julia paused. Her every instinct told her that the spell she’d placed upon Drusilla would be irresistible. Slightly worried, she clicked her fingers again.

The other woman sprang back to life. “Oh, Julia,” she sneered. “Your husband may be rich, but he’s a little nobody. Always will be.”

Julia watched, amazed. Drusilla betrayed absolutely no awareness that she’d just been hypnotized. It was as if the last few minutes had never happened.

“You’ve always hated me, haven’t you, Dru?” Julia wanted to know.

“Oh, no, dearest, no,” protested Drusilla… but her voice was not sincere. “Why, you’re like a sister to me. Its just that…”

“What?” Julia pressed.

Drusilla gave a smile of venom. “You don’t know your place, Julia, dear,” she said sweetly. “In this world, there are the highers—people like my husband and me—and the lowers. And your swarthy, disgusting Greek husband may have some money, but you’re still a lower. Always will be. That’s how it is.”

“Is that a fact?” Julia replied. Then, before Drusilla could respond, Julia reached out and tapped Drusilla on the tip of her nose.

The effect was immediate. Drusilla’s sly expression vanished, replaced with a look of stupidity and wonder. She dropped to all fours and began to pant heavily.

“And now, your miserable bitch,” Julia said warmly, “who’s the lower now?”

“Woof!” barked Drusilla. “Woof, woof!” She began to rub affectionately against Julia’s leg.

And at this, Julia laughed, really belly-laughed in revenge and delight. Hypnosis worked! Drusilla was her slave! Oh, it was too delicious to be believed.

Giddy with power, Julia selected a small, wooden statue of a nude young woman from the nearby hearth. “Fetch, girl, fetch!” she crowed, and tossed the statue across the room.

Drusilla bounded after the figure, then returned with it in her mouth, crawling on all fours. She waggled her rear end, as if she had a long, shaggy tail.

“Excellent,” cackled Julia. She accepted the statue, then bopped Drusilla on the nose, once again.

“…and another thing,” Drusilla snapped, rising to her feet. “I don’t see why you are invited to go out on the town with Valeria and the other girls. We’re in the nobility. You should be home, pregnant, washing your husband’s floors.”

“Sleep,” Julia ordered, ing a hand over Drusilla’s fierce eyes.

Immediately, the other woman fell back into a powerful trance.

Julia knew exactly what she wanted to do next; it was time to implement the next phase of her plan. “From now on, Drusilla, anytime someone else touches you on the shoulder and tells you, ‘You are my slave,’ you instantly lose your free will. You must obey them, and you will delight in carrying out any commands they give you. You will remain in this sleep-like obedient state until that same person touches you on the shoulder once more and tells you, ‘Now you are free.’ At that time, you will awaken, with no memory of what you did as a slave, yet be entirely unconcerned if you notice that anything has changed. These commands will remain, deep in your mind, for all of your life.”

Deep satisfaction filled Julia. She’d conquered Drusilla, once and for all! Her power over her rival was absolute!

Marveling at her victory, Julia had to wonder: Why hadn’t she visited the Cult of Pluto earlier?

Pandion stepped down from his small, private carriage. It was evening, and the shipping magnate was glad to be home. It had been a long day, spent doing nothing but pouring over shipping contracts, rechecking manifests, and haggling with customers down at the docks. His fingers and back ached. He longed for some supper, and then… perhaps a little sex?

A little sex sounded nice. Pandion had married Julia because she was beautiful, her body was unspeakably desirable, and she drove him wild in the bedroom. For a moment, the Greek fantasied about squeezing his wife’s two large breasts together, and then fucking them until he came in her face. That sounded great.

But… Pandion scowled. Ever since the wedding, Julia had become more detached and argumentative. She complained constantly. She seemed restless and bored with her husband. While she grew more beautiful, she was less loving. Pandion resented it.

Come to think of it… Julia had been acting most odd lately. After the triumphal procession—three days ago—Julia had immediately fled the Palatine in her liter. Pandion had thought that odd, so he’d bribed the head literbearer to learn where his wife had gone. She’d traveled into the slums of the Esquiline! Why in the name of Jupiter would she want to venture there?

The shipping magnate stepped through his front door, then paused. He studied the vestibulum, the house’s grand entrance hall. Something was amiss. The servants were not present, and most of the evening candles had not been lit. From deep within the house, he could hear the chatter of women’s voices.

Was Julia hosting a salon? Without informing him? Pandion set his jaw. His wife might be disinterested in him, but she had no qualms about lavishly spending his money.

Pandion followed the sound of female voices. They were chatting and laughing in the garden, sounding like they were having a marvelous time.

The Greek ed through the central entryway, and sure enough, there was Julia and her friends. Pandion’s eyes popped. Julia was wearing a casual toga, draped over one shoulder, and hanging down past her ankles. But all the other women—Pandion recognized Valeria, Drusilla, Aquilia, Tarquinia, Scribonia, and Livilla—were completely naked. They stood around, as casual as the statues of nude goddesses that lined the Forum. Each of the ladies seemed entirely comfortable without wearing any clothes. All the women held wine goblets, Julia included.

“Ah, darling!” called out Julia, waving to Pandion. “You’re home!”

“ us!” the naked women called. “Come, come!”

To say that Pandion was astonished is quite the understatement. His mouth agape, he moved to his wife, unable to stop staring at the abundant nudity around him.

“What…?” was all he could say.

The female guests giggled.

“Welcome home, darling,” Julia beamed. She gestured toward the kitchens. Tatia and Avita quickly appeared, carrying another goblet and a pitcher of wine. Pandion was hardly phased to see that his two favorite slaves were naked, too.

“So…” Julia remarked, pressing a goblet into Pandion’s hands, “…I’d imagine you have some questions.”

“What is this?” Pandion almost cried. “Are you hosting an orgy?”

“No, but we could have one, if you like,” Julia offered. “No, my love, today is the first day of your most glorious future. We have a gift for the emperor, a gift that will buy us anything we want in the Empire.”

Thunderstruck, Pandion could only ogle the women about him.

“Drink, dear,” Julia smirked. “You see, all of these women are hypnotized.”

Pandion knew enough Greek history to know that word. “Like… the old story of…”

“Of Sicyon and the Spartan princess, yes,” nodded Julia. “I’ve gained the power of hypnosis, my love, and now I control the minds of all the women you see before you. Watch…”

“Ladies!” shouted the beautiful young woman, “in an instant, I will clap my hands. When I do, you all feel an irresistible lust. You must make love to the woman nearest you. You will continue to do this until I clap my hands again. You cannot resist.”

The nude women listened to these instructions as if there was nothing unusual or perverse in anything that Julia said. Several of them continued to delicately sip their wine.

Julia calmly handed her own wine goblet to her husband. Then she struck her hands together.

The effect was immediate. As one, the nude women all dropped their goblets. Purple wine spilled over the smooth garden stones. At the same time, the ladies all seized one another, ionately kissing and caressing. All six of the aristocratic ladies plus Tatia and Avita were affected. The women paired off momentarily, only to switch partners after a few seconds. The women moaned and sighed as their lusts assumed control of their bodies.

“By… the gods!” Pandion exclaimed, both aroused and horrified.

“You see?” Julia said proudly. “My love, the emperor has a secret fetish, the desire to place his lovers under his complete mental control. So what will we do? Heh. We’ll give him control over the most beautiful and desirable women in Rome! The wives of Rome’s elite! What could be more enticing than that?”

“I thought hypnosis was a silly myth,” mumbled Pandion.

“No, no, its quite real,” Julia assured him. “See?”

The lustful, hypnotized women were beginning to lower themselves to the ground as they kissed and fondled one another. Their moaning grew longer and deeper.

“How did you gain hypnosis?” Pandion demanded.

“With this…!” Julia smirked. Her hand slipped into the folds of her toga, and she drew out what appeared to be a small, sparkling disk. “Once one gazes into this, they have no hope of retaining the freedom of their thoughts.” She chuckled softly.

“You plan to hypnotize the emperor?” Pandion asked.

Julia cocked her head to one side, considering. “That’s not a bad idea. Well, I’d have to get him alone, or else his guards would slice me to ribbons. Hmm. Perhaps if I can convince him to me in the bedroom…”

With growing alarm, Pandion studied his young wife. She was wearing a tiny smile, a smile of ambition and greed. She absently twirled the sparkling disk between her long, slender fingers.

In a flash, Pandion saw the future. Deep down inside, Julia was a ruthless woman. Why, she’d placed her own friends under this spell of hypnosis, and she was willing to use them as trinkets to please the emperor! She understood neither loyalty nor honor.

It was only a matter of time, Pandion realized in horror, that Julia would hypnotize him, too. The thought of becoming a mindless slave to such a pitiless creature terrified him.

Pandion leapt forward, grabbing at his wife’s hands.

“What…?” Julia snarled, realizing too late what her husband intended.

The Greek man grabbed at Julia, knocking her off her feet and into the pruned juniper bushes. He desperately grappled for the magic disk. Julia withed and fought, raking the sharp nails of her free hand across his face. Pandion grunted as she drew blood.

But the shipping magnate was bearing down on Julia, and could apply his full strength against her. With furious determination, Pandion tore the disk from Julia’s grasp.

Julia was half-lying down on the garden floor, with Pandion kneeling over her. Both husband and wife were panting heavily. Julia made a desperate attempt to snatch the disk back. “Give it to me, asshole!” she hissed, furious.

But it was easy for Pandion to pin her down. The Greek man inspected his prize.

The disk looked to be made of pure crystal, almost colorless in the flickering candlelight. It had the smoothest texture, almost no weight, and tingled slightly in his fingertips. Swirls of colors appeared within the crystal, as if a rainbow was trapped within, dancing for joy.

“Give that to me!” roared Julia, struggling harder. Her nails scratched at Pandion’s arm.

Suddenly, Pandion knew what to do. While he was holding the crystal, it was as if some force placed knowledge directly into his mind. Why, using the crystal was so easy! A child could do it.

With a determined glare, the shipping magnate held the crystal up between his index finger and thumb. “Look here,” he instructed Julia in a firm voice.

Julia glanced at the disk, and her eyes went wide with realization and dread. She froze, and her entire body went tense.

“Look deep into the crystal, Julia,” commanded Pandion, holding the disk closer. “Do you see how the colors within play? Isn’t it fascinating?”

“Wait…” Julia stammered. Her eyes were locked on the disk. To Pandion’s amazement, the crystal began to spin, twirling by some mysterious, unseen power.

“You gaze deeper,” Pandion told his wife. “And as you do, you will begin to relax…”

“Pandion,” Julia said, trying to resist. “…my love. There is no need for this!”

“I know,” the Greek man said pleasantly. “Don’t worry about it, my dear. Look deeper into the crystal. Feel your body relax. Allow yourself to enjoy this pleasant, wonderful feeling of absolute relaxation.”

Julia was staring directly into disk, which was whirling about even faster now. Her body was losing tension, and her hands dropped loosely to the ground beside her.

“…Pandy…” Julia pleaded. Her expression was fading.

“Forget your troubles,” said her husband. “Relax deeper. Allow the magic to soothe your thoughts. Soon, you will have no cares or worries at all. Relax deeper…!”

Julia blinked once, a slow, heavy blink. The last traces of anger melted from her beautiful face.

“Very good,” Pandion murmured. “You are completely at peace, Julia. You want nothing but to relax even deeper. Your thoughts fade completely.” He nodded once. “Lie back on the ground.”

Without hesitation, Julia reclined onto the garden’s floor. She kept her sleepy eyes locked onto the disk which had enslaved her.

“Very good,” grinned Pandion. “Now, repeat this: You will obey.”

“I will obey,” Julia agreed in a small voice.

“Your thoughts are now mine.”

“My thoughts,” Julia echoed, “are now yours.”

“You are happy to be enslaved.”

The Roman woman actually smiled, just a little. “I am happy to be enslaved,” she murmured.

“Wonderful, Julia,” grinned Pandion. “Now, sleep…!”

Julia’s eyes fell shut, and her body collapsed into complete restfulness. She was completely in the power of the crystal.

Rising to his feet, Pandion grinned like a hyena. What a rush of power! Foolish Julia had given him everything he’d ever hoped for now. Well… almost everything.

Her idea—to present the hypnotized women to the emperor and then place Caligula himself under the spell of hypnotism—was genius, Pandion had to it. Only now he was the master of the crystal! He would wield it! In a month, he would be Emperor of Rome!

Pandion looked about his garden in triumph. On the ground around him, the nude, hypnotized women were lying in exhausted bunches, their exposed arms and legs intertwined about one another. While Pandion and Julia had struggled, the women had made love. Now they were drifting off into natural sleep, breathing heavily.

Smirking, Pandion slipped the magic disk into his belt-purse.