The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Big-time TV executive Tanya Barry was usually well-coiffed when out in public, but, after hearing Tracee’s plan, she decided clothes a little more flexible were in order. She put on a very tight, sleeveless T-shirt (since she did not own any bras, her nipples pressed tightly against the fabric), leggings and tennis shoes.

Tracee had been worried that Tanya, the ultimate Miss Kumbaya, would object and try to talk her out of the plan. Tanya asked for a minute to think about it, as Dr. Schuyler was a personal friend of her.

But Tanya was surprisingly gung-ho when she called back to say she was all-in. She was just as enthusiastic when Tracee and Dr. Dial came up to Linda’s place so Tracee could change.

“You know I am violently anti-violence Trace,” she said to the pair. “But I am also extremely pro-personal freedom. To have someone like Steven, who was a loyal WFEM intern in three different departments, and personally very helpful to me in work-study during the summer, have his freedom of thought taken away, nope, ladies I am 100-percent committed.”

Tracee was glad but then she saw Tanya give a really dirty glare at Dolores.

“Oh, not that it is anything to do with our mission, but I just have to say it,” said Tanya. “Doctor Dial, you are a total piece of shit. Could not stand your rebuttals to my editorials. Just a complete jackass. But glad to have your in saving Steven.”

“Um, don’t worry Tanya, Dolores is with us now, she’s had a change of heart,” said Tracee. “I’ll explain later.”

With Jessica in Japan, Tanya quickly assumed on-site command of the whole operation. Tracee had given her everyone’s phone number, and she was immediately shooting off texts left and right.

Her and Tracee had been staying in Linda Williams’ Upper West Side penthouse since the marriage, as sort of a quickie NYC-themed honeymoon (although they rarely left the bedroom, those years under Steven’s control had left them both sexually ravenous).

Since time was of the essence, Tanya told Tracee (now normally clothed and shoed) and Dolores to head to Woman’s Fashion & News headquarters to start implementing the plan, and she would meet up with them.

Tanya grabbed a protein drink out of the frig, as having lunch was now out the window. She shot off some more texts, read some replies and sent out some more messages

Tanya then looked up at Linda’s desktop some figures and calculations, and, after a few more texts, was ready to head out to battle.

Walking through the living room, she heard Linda from her nearby bedroom shout, “Hey, where are all of you going? I just saw Tracee leave with some woman. If not busy in your bedroom, I was going to invite you two to a honeymoon lunch at 12 Madison Park.”

“It’s Steven, he needs some help at his internship place, I’m meeting Tracee there,” said Tanya hurriedly.

“Steven? I just had sex with him this morning,” said Linda, as she came out of her bedroom, wearing just a Mets t-shirt. “He was excited. Training ends today and he gets to meet his new boss, Anna Summer.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of what we’re helping him with,” said Tanya, who suddenly stopped. Since Steven was currently ‘claimed’ by Linda, she figured she had a right to know. Tanya quickly summarized the planned vegetation of Steven’s brain.

Linda’s eyes bugged out.

“I am counting on Steven to knock me up, like he did you and Tracee,” said Linda. “And he has been the best ‘claimed’ man I could ask for. Always up for sex, no matter how weird, when not fucking, he whips me into great shape at the gym, and he just agreed to take over all my finances when I asked him.

“It’s been a while, but I played college softball. Need another body?”

“The more the merrier,” said Tanya. “Get dressed, something you can move around in. I will text you Steven’s building address and you can meet us there.”

Linda dashed inside her room to change.

Tanya was about to run out the door when she stopped, and then grinned. She went to the doorway of Linda’s room. Tanya saw Linda was still bottomless, comparing sweatpants to wear.

“I’ll wait for you here,” Tanya shouted. “I just ed, I don’t have a car.”

The routine had become common to Robot Priscilla.

Mistress would call and give her a time to wean the girl and the guy in the chairs ‘training’. She would lead the wobbly pair to a changing room, order them to put clothes back on, and, with a snap of her fingers, inform them of any further actions they needed to do, or tell them they were finished and go home.

Priscilla immediately would leave the pair, go clean up the ‘training’ room, getting it ready for the next day and then leave for home with no memory of what occurred once the training room door slammed shut. Unless Mistress had ‘extra’ orders for her.

Priscilla was about to lead the zonked-out Gianna and Steven from the huge dome room when she received a call.

“Nurse Cilla, there has been a delay in the interns schedule, it has been pushed back two hours,” said Mistress. “Have them go out to lunch and return in a couple hours. They have completed training and you will bring them immediately to Ms. Summer’s office upon their return.”

“I obey Mistress,” said Priscilla, who got a slight shiver in her pussy, normal when she was obeying a direct order. “Ah, one thing. Since I now have a two-hour gap in my schedule. Should we fill it, as per normal procedure?”

“Sure, as procedure, roll out the bed in the training room, I will be there in a little bit,” said Liz, who laughed to herself, every woman she hypnotized turned into entranced sex maniacs.

“I obey Mistress,” said Priscilla, with a little more feeling than her usual hypnotized drone voice.

Liz got off the phone and turned to Anna. “Going to take a little lunch break, I’ll will be back in time for all the fun. Gianna and Steven were told to go shower and have lunch as well. It’s going to be hilarious when you see them.”

“Why is that” asked Anna.

“Because in the real world, people really only care about how hot a man or woman is, not their intelligence,” said Liz. “Both Steven and Gianna are incredibly attractive, and even with veggie brains unable to keep a conversation, they will be hit on constantly and we need no people snooping around.

“So, my final touch was to have them fall madly in love with each other. This way, they will turn down, cold, anyone trying to ask them out. They just will care about you and each other. I made the feeling powerful enough that even their veggie brains will it.

“Well, love is love,” smiled Anna.

Neither Steven nor Gianna made it out of the changing room after Priscilla ended their final training session.

They had always acted strictly professionally with each other (Steven had never even tried to hypnotize Gianna), but, now, they were nude on the floor of the changing room shower. As soon as they had entered the room, even with their lockers on opposite sides, they were drawn to each other. Gianna had suggested they each needed a shower, but neither one even bothered to bring in a towel.

Steven was having the most mind-blowing sex he ever had. This must be what my thralls feel when I am in them, he thought, as every thrust into Gianna’s pussy brought stars to his eyes.

As the water muffled their screams, Gianna and Steven rolled round, kissing and playfully grabbing at all parts of each other’s bodies.

Gianna finally positioned herself where her fine ass was right under the blast of a shower head.

“Give it to me anally big boy, and wet,” she said seductively.

Steven was most agreeable, going to his knees, water splashing off her butt, and ramming is very erect cock into her asshole. It took just four thrusts into her anus before Gianna shouted. Her body started undulating as a massive orgasm coursed through her. Soon, pussy juice could be seen swirling down the drain.

It was quickly accompanied by Steven’s spunk as he pulled out, rolled around as his cum shot out in ropes.

Usually, Steven’s sex sessions lasted for hours, but, after 20 minutes, both were laying on the floor, eyes hollow, voices hoarse, sexually exhausted.

“At the end, some of my past girlfriends out, it was too much sex for them,” croaked Steven. “You’re tough Gianna. I give you credit.”

Gianna smiled, but then her eyebrows furrowed, like she had a thought, and then she smiled. It was a good thought.

“Look, I am only 20-years old, and I have a lot to learn, particularly about fashion, which is why I wanted this internship under Anna, I want to make this my career,” Gianna said, avoiding the shower streams from entering her mouth. “But, as for my personal life, I know now, it is settled.

“Steven, I love you and I know I want to be with you the rest of my life. My dad trained me to go after what I want -and that’s you. No courtship or dating bullshit, let’s go to City Hall on our lunch break—and get married.”

Steven wiped the water off his face and looked at Gianna wide-eyed. In his previous relationships, he had played the role of casual sex partner, boyfriend and, currently, a sex slave. A husband had never been on the table.

But the shock lasted only a second. Looking at Gianna, he knew he shared the same exact feelings. All the many, many women of his past now seemed like just youthful flings. Steven knew he had found his soulmate.

“I have a friend, Bradley, who owes me a really big favor,” Steven said. “He can meet us at City Hall to be a witness.”

“Great, I’ll call for a town car to take us there,” said Gianna, excitedly.

The loving couple hugged, kissed repeatedly, and then broke up to return to their respective lockers and put on some clothes, as both had been naked for the past five hours.

Bradley was in Jennifer’s spacious new office (she refused to share a room with boyfriend-enslaver Linda anymore), as he prepared for her next glamorous assignment, the Grand Prix of Liechtenstein. He looked at the clock on the wall. Jennifer was on her usual mid-day sex run, hopping from office to office, copulating with a select section of willing WWL employees.

Barring a flash gang-bang (which Jennifer happily welcomed), she should be back in her office shortly.

Bradley then saw the name ‘Steven’ flash on his phone.

“Hey frat bro, what’s up?,” he said.

“Lots actually,” said Steven. “First, how is Jennifer?”

“Fine, things going smooth. She is happily cruising around the building, fucking anything she can find,” said Bradley. “You really made your mark on her sex drive. After screwing 7 or 8 people now, she will want to have a quickie with me this afternoon, and then a lot more sex tonight.”

“I just like to think I unlocked Jennifer’s inner raging nymphomaniac,” laughed Steven. “Anyhow, not here to talk about days of thralls past. Big news buddy, I am getting married!”

Bradley almost dropped the phone.

“You’re marrying Linda?“ he virtually shouted.

“No, no, no,” said Steven. “This girl, I have been training with all these months at Women’s Fashion & News. It all just came together. We are perfect for each other. Her name is Gianna Simpson. We are headed to City Hall for a quick civil ceremony, need you pal to come down to be a witness.”

“Not your usual MO,” asked Bradley. “Usually, if you like a girl, you hypnotize and drug them, then they worship your cock, give you their life savings and everyone is happy.”

“I know but, I swear, I have not swung a watch, or have her see a single spiral. We just naturally fell, hard, for each other,” said Steven. “It’s real love. I don’t know if she has even heard of Stephanie Schmidt and, believe it or not, I have no idea what her financial status is. Could be poor as a church mouse as far I know. Honestly, I couldn’t care less.”

“Well, congrats on finding your true love,” said Bradley. “Hey, I owe you everything. I’ll catch a cab and meet you at City Hall in 10 minutes.”

As if on cue, Jennifer appeared in her office seconds later. Since she had to walk the office hallways to meet all her sex subjects, Jennifer could not be in her preferred naked state. But, in a thong and sports bra, she was pretty close. She also was carrying a bag filled with lube and sex toys.

As she put the bag on her desk, Bradley turned to her.

“Hey babe, I gotta go,” he said. “One of my frat brothers is getting married at City Hall and he needs a witness. Be back soon.”

Jennifer was in a good mood, having just received a massive amount of sex (despite her returning on time, she had indeed been part of a gang-bang).

“Sure, think I am just going to take a nap anyhow,” she said. “We have to pack tonight and get ready for our flight to Liechtenstein.”

Bradley then received a text from Steven. “The City Clerk office just told us it is common to have two witnesses. Anybody else you can bring?”

Bradley responded: “You know who is here in her thong and bra.”

Steven replied: “Good test of your influence, to have her agree to come to my wedding. It would be kind of ironic. Until very recently, I assumed, at some point, Jennifer would be the one I married.”

Bradley then hung up the phone and looked at Jennifer. She was stretching out on the large chaise lounge chair with a happy ‘I got fucked’ smile on her face.

Bradley decided he might use Steven’s shotgun wedding to his advantage. He had received pushback for his massive promotion, getting from co-workers a lot of grief for being the hot shot reporter’s ‘Boy Toy.’ Formalizing their relationship could help him out.

“Oh Mistress, I am totally under your power and do not control my own thoughts …,” said Bradley before being quickly cut off.

“What is it Bradley? When you start calling me Mistress and getting all subservient, I know something is up,” said Jennifer, as she laid on lounger.

“The person getting married is Steven, and he just told me they need another witness,” he said.

Jennifer got red faced. She quickly stood up, removed her bra and then her thong, and hurled them angrily to the floor. Bradley could see her entire body (even down there) was getting redder by the second. Jennifer was not exactly a wallflower, but he had never seen her this angry.

“If you think, for freakin’ one second, I am going to watch that bitch Linda Williams marry Steven, you really don’t know me,” she spitted out with venom. “So that 50-year-old biddy can permanently keep Steven, she is making him marry her. Horrible.”

“No, no, no,” said Bradley quickly. “Happy news for you. He dumped Linda (Jennifer eyes lit up) and is marrying a young lady named Gianna Simpson. They were in intern training together at the magazine.”

Jennifer was now much calmer. Then she got a quizzical look on her face, ran to her desktop computer, bent down and began banging keys.

“I think I know her, well, we’ve met, if it the same Gianna Simpson,” said Jennifer, who had to lift her body up slightly, as her humongous breasts were blocking her view of the bottom of the screen. “I was at the Met Gala with Steven last year. Yup, there she is!”

Jennifer spun her computer toward Bradley. He got up and peered. It was a picture of Jennifer with this beautiful teenage girl who was wearing a sparkly bustier.

The caption read: “Busty and Bustier” as the picture showed Jennifer and Gianna, hands on hips, at opposite angles, each showing off their massive breasts.

“There were like 200 photographers, they asked us to pose together,” said Jennifer, ing with a smile. “The women with the two biggest breasts at the biggest party in the country.

“I got more publicity from that than even the poison gas episode at my TV station. All the reporters agreed, I had the biggest rack of them all, although I think Gianna’s was natural.”

Bradley smiled and then held Jennifer’s face in his hands, looking right into her eyes.

“You know (her eyes widened) you can’t let your blind hatred of Steven control your life,” he said. “Also, I think (her eyes widened a bit more) this might also be a good time to consider what you want the official status for our relationship to be publicly.”

Jennifer looked a bit punch drunk for a second, getting the rare trigger word double-whammy.

“So, can I tell Steven you are a yes,” asked Bradley.

“Well, I can let bygones be bygones, he’s moved on and so have I,” commented the now nude Jennifer with a wave of her hand.

“And hey, I must help my ‘breast friend,” she laughed. “Oops, guess I have to put on clothes now.”