The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As Bradley and Jennifer made their way slowly up to Anna Summer’s office, they were suddenly waylaid by the presence of Brenda Stewart in the hallway of the 16th floor.

“Hey, I thought you came to see me, what the heck you doing here?” asked Brenda in a curt manner.

“Ah, got lost, “ Jennifer stammered out. “Figured your office was right next to the boss lady’s.”

“Yeah, right,” snorted Brenda. “The entire 17th floor is her office. I’m away so much, she stuck me in a corner of the 5th floor. When security said their cameras had you on the 16th, I knew something was up, my reporter’s instincts are never wrong.”

Bradley and Jennifer just kind of stood there, first looking at Brenda and then each other. Unlike the Tanya/Dial crew, they had not spent any time planning beforehand. After the wedding, they had bought Jennifer a raincoat and hopped in a taxi on nothing more than a hunch.

Brenda crossed her arms. “Well, out with it, or I’ll call security to escort you out of the building. Up to them if they arrest you for tresing.”

Jennifer was scared. Her blossoming career would go up in smoke. She could imagine all the TV shows blasting video of her in handcuffs doing the ‘perp walk’.

She turned to Bradley: “You get me out of this, we’re officially engaged.”

Bradley pondered for a second. What was he going to say, or do? And then it came to him. The answer was actually so damn simple, it had been so obvious, it had not crossed his mind, until now:

“Blue Parsley!”

Brenda’s arms immediately dropped down. Her eyes within seconds were glazed over. Her tongue actually stuck out a bit, as she was suddenly plunged into an extreme suggestible state.

“Shit,” said Jennifer, who then took a slow walk around the now slightly swaying body of Brenda. “It’s like she instantly drank five Long Island Ice Teas; she is out of it.”

“Not really, watch,” said Bradley, as he turned to Brenda. “Master Steven has given me direct orders for you to obey. He says if you do not follow them exactly, he will not have sex with you.”

A look of absolute horror (a mirror image of what Linda’s face had been in a similar situation) came over Brenda.

“No, no, I assure you, I will do whatever Master commands,” Brenda exclaimed. “I am a good sex slave; I will do whatever it takes to have sex with Master. I have no reason to live if I can’t have sex with Master.”

Jennifer looked in wonder at Bradley, and then pointed at Brenda.

“And she was only with Steven for a week,” said Bradley.

“Was … was I like that?,” asked Jennifer. “I dated him for over a year.”

Bradley felt the truth, that Steven implanted the same code word into Jennifer’s brain and it would turn her into a mindless Sex Robot, which many of the staff at WWL Sports had enjoyed, would not be helpful at this juncture. Jennifer was obviously frightened and scared to see one of Steven’s thralls live and up close, knowing that it might well have been her.

“I doubt it, the code word is used as sort of a default mode, turns the woman instantly into kind of an alternate personality: a blindly obedient, sex slave,” said Bradley. “I am sure he used it on your pals Tracee and Tanya and the other women he would bring to our frat parties to have sex with. But really no reason to use it on you. Like I said, at the time, Steven said you were off-limits.”

“Ok, makes sense,” said Jennifer. “Believe me, he was not hurting for sex from my end.

“… What the hell is she doing!”

As a good sex slave, Brenda knew Steven’s cardinal rule was—no clothing (except pantyhose). She had quickly torn off her blouse, ripped off her bra, and then ripped off her skirt and panties. Brenda’s very attractive figure was now standing there buck naked—save for the pantyhose on her supple legs.

“Sex slave apologizes for wearing clothes,” said Brenda in a dead monotone voice. “I await Masters orders. I am ready for sex with Master or those he designates me to have sex with.”

Jennifer turned to Bradley again.

“What the fuck do we do?,” she said. “I mean, this is a busy office building. We can’t have a woman running around buck naked with us, particularly one who is so well-known around here.

“I wish we had just gone back to the office after the wedding. We’d be fucking like bunnies on the couch, getting ready for our big European trip. Having fun. Instead, we’re in like some Zombie Apocalypse video game with no way out.”

Bradley just shrugged. He then held up a finger to Jennifer and nodded like he had an idea.

“Slave, here are your orders from Master,” he said to the naked, blank-faced Brenda. “Master is in Anna Summer’s office. He says you will take us to a place where they can’t see us, but where we can see and hear them clearly. Master says once the meeting is over, he will have sex with you, but not to interrupt him.”

“Slave understands,” she said eagerly “Slave will obey”

“Oh, and until you are reunited with Master, you will affect the personality of a TV reporter named Brenda Stewart,” said Bradley. “Master will be pleased when we report your compliance to his instructions.”

Slave blinked her eyes a few times. Her body then took a more natural stance.

“OK, let’s get to know each other,” ‘she said. “You can call me Brenda, I know you’re Jennifer, of course, but who is this guy?”

“Oh, this is my producer Bradley, he goes everywhere with me,” said Jennifer, relieved she was talking to someone acting, well, human.

“Nice looking guy, good for you, unless you are not together,” said Brenda, eyeing Bradley like a hunk of meat. “Then I might slip him my number.”

“Umm … we actually just got engaged,” said Jennifer.

“That’s fine, lots of fish in the sea,” said Brenda in a carefree manner. “Let’s get going. I have an assignment and I know just where we need to be. Chop, chop, lots of stuff on my plate that needs to get done. ”

As they walked to the elevators, Jennifer whispered to Bradley: “She seems to have snapped out it. Maybe the code word has a time limit?”

Bradley whispered back: “Well, she’s walking around her workplace nude. She walked right past her pile of clothes. Give me your coat to wrap around her, you being in a thong and bikini top is no big deal at a fashion magazine, so you’re good.”

As they stepped into the elevator, Bradley wrapped the coat around Brenda. She gave him a dirty look, but he then said. “A gift from Steven.” She grabbed the coat and buttoned it up tight.

Jennifer just gave Bradley an exasperated look.

“Heroes aren’t born, their made,” he sighed.

When Tanya, Linda and Liz walked into Anna Summer’s spacious office, they saw she was hardly alone.

Anna was in her chair behind her desk, but she was staring at a propped-up laptop, the face of Dr. Jessica Ravenstahl was pictured on the screen.

Steven and Gianna were sitting in chairs that had been turned around from Anna’s desk. Tracee and Dr. Dolores Dial stood between the pair and Anna, making sure they did not turn around and catch a glimpse of her face.

. On the far desk sat a gleaming helmet.

Seeing Tanya, Liz and Linda all naked kind of left everyone a bit shocked for a second.

But then Tracee stepped up, with her pregnant belly well extended, and came over to where the trio stood.

“Welcome Dr. Schuyler, we’ve been waiting for you,” she said in a sarcastic tone.

Tanya moved herself between Liz and her new bride.

“Trace, it’s OK,” she said hurriedly, knowing Tracee was one for quick action. She then turned to the crowd in the room.

“As you can see, me and Linda have had some, um, intimate discussions with Liz, and it’s safe to say, we are all on the same page,” announced Tanya.

“Yep,” said Linda. “We’re all good. I can attest to it. All on the same team. Everyone can just chill.”

Tracee had a face of fury turn quickly into a smile.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” she said. “If things had to get physical, my baby might have popped out right now.”

Everyone laughed. The plan hatched by Dial and Tracee had worked perfectly.

(Meanwhile, in a tiny office placed near the roof of Anna’s office, with a perfect bird’s eye view of the action, Bradley, Jennifer and Brenda peered through a tinted window, which meant no one would be able to see them.)

“Phew, I’m glad all this shit is over,” said Jennifer. “This was stressful. I am going to need a heckuva lot of sex from you Bradley to get me back to normal.”

“If it’s over, I can go see Steven,” said Brenda. “I have lots to discuss with him, you know.”

“Hold it, hold it ladies,” said Bradley. “My Spidey senses tell us we should wait a bit. It just seems a little too neat. Oh, and what the heck was this about anyhow, Brenda? Me and Jennifer have no clue.”

“The great female psychologist Dr. Elizabeth Schuyler was going to brain wash Steven and some girl into being Anna’s obedient servants, she was going to turn their brains off, become human vegetables,” said Brenda. “But I guess not anymore.”

“And you were Ok with it?” asked Jennifer. “I am certainly not a big fan of Steven, but that is still a pretty crappy thing to do to somebody. Oh, by the way, the girl’s name is Gianna, and she is a friend of mine.”

“Oh, I have no knowledge of it unless I am in a hypnotic trance,” said Brenda. “Dr. Schuyler is so wonderful and sexy, she’s been hypnotizing me for a while, and one of her instructions is to have no conscious memory of what is happening to Steven and … Gianna you say.”

“Shush your moral debate with the sex slave now, Jennifer,” said Bradley. “It looks there is stuff happening.”

“So, anything we miss while your pals Tanya and Linda were ‘convincing’ me to step away from the dark side,” said Liz.

“Plenty,” said Tracee.

“How is my ex-partner Anna doing,” asked Liz.

Tracee got out of Liz’s way and motioned to the famous and powerful Anna Summer sitting at her desk.

“How’s tricks Anna,” said Liz as she approached her.

Anna had been looking intently at the video screen of Ravenstahl. She turned slowly to Liz and said: “I worship queen. Nothing matters but worshipping queen.”

“Sounds like a good time,” said Liz, who turned back to the rest of the group.

“Just an FYI, as I did some investigating” she spoke loudly. “The reason Anna was so much into controlling Gianna is that she had blown most of her ownership stock living a much higher lifestyle than a struggling magazine could provide, so she sold most of her stock to finance all the clothes, and fine dining and travel.

“When Women’s News & Fashion started, Anna and Gianna’s dad each had a 49% stake in it. But, now, she controls just 2% of the stock. But, with Gianna vegetized and totally under her control, she would be in charge of 51% of the stock and no one could touch her.”

“But what about Steven?” asked Ravenstahl from her video screen.

“Honestly, he was just collateral damage,” said Liz. “I told her how valuable Steven could be, but she didn’t care. Her top reporter, Brenda Stewart, pushed her hard to give Steven a high-powered internship, so he was lumped in with Gianna. He was just going to be a boy toy for Anna and loyal errand boy.”

At this point, Liz could hear whimpering and soft crying. She saw it was coming from where Gianna and Steven were seated.

As she went over, she saw Gianna’s porcelain skin was stained with tears.

“What’s wrong honey, everything is going to be fine now,” said Liz.

“I … I thought I had the perfect life,” she sniffled. “I was so looking forward to interning for the great Anna Summer, and to do it with my new husband, who I love so much, was the cherry on top. Now … I don’t know. I guess I’ve had too much of a privileged lifestyle, I am not used to handling adversity.”

Steven reached over and patted her on the knee: “It will all work out honey.”

Liz’s eyes bugged out.

“Wait!,” she exclaimed. “You are freakin’ married? When the hell did this happen?”

“After our training session this morning, we realized we were totally in love with each other,” said Steven. “It was Gianna’s idea that we should immediately get married. So, on our lunch break, we went over to City Hall and got hitched.”

Linda was now the one with bugged-out eyes.

“Wait!,” she exclaimed. “Steven is mine, I claimed him. How the hell does he get married to someone else when he is like, my personal sex slave obsessed with being in my vagina?”

Liz smiled. “I can answer that, but first things first.”

Liz then touched the foreheads of Gianna and Steven. Their heads immediately pitched forward, as their eyes closed.

“You two, listen to me,” she said quietly and firmly to the sleeping pair. “All instructions about feelings toward each other you received during training are now null and void. Act like they never existed. You now think about the other whatever you did before the instructions to fall madly in love.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” said both Gianna and Steven simultaneously.

Liz turned back to the crowd.

“Now, again, FYI, being with Steven all these months, I’ve learned this whole ‘claiming’ thing is a total scam,” said Schuyler. “When Steven was interning for Dr. Stephanie Schmidt, who I greatly ire but got hornswoggled on this, he made her think she had total control over him, which made her very accepting of him constantly hypnotizing her.

“Of course, he tranced her into basically being his fuck puppet, while she thought she actually controlled him. And then she created the whole ‘Claiming’ men thing in her book, as, in her head, this was awesome. C’mon, think about it , you say this magic sentence and all of a sudden, a guy instantly loses his will and goes ‘Yes, Mistress’.”

Ravenstahl gave Liz a glare through the screen.

“We must agree to disagree,” said Jessica. “Dr. Schmidt, as well as myself, have claimed many fine young men from Steven’s fraternity, and I assure you they are all fully under our control and live to serve all of mine and Dr. Schmidt’s sexual needs.

“It is nonsense like this Dr. Schuyler, that has kept you as the No. 2 female-centric hypnosis expert, behind Stephanie.”

Liz just waved her hand, and then, oddly, covered her ears.

“It doesn’t matter now anyhow,” she said. “Steven, stay in trance but get up and open your eyes. Execute Emergency Plan C.”

Steven’s eyes popped open and he quickly stood at attention.

“Blue Parsley!!” he shouted.

Instantly, all chatter and movement stopped.

“Dr. Schuyler is my owner, she has total control over my mind and body,” said Steven in a monotone. “That means she has total control over you. You will obey any and all commands from her. As she owns me, she now owns all of you.”

“Can I hear a ‘Yes. Owner’,” said Liz.

Everyone except Anna, who just stared at the screen, and a still knocked-out Gianna, shouted: “Yes, owner!”.

“OK, all thralls please come to the center and your owner in nakedness,” said Liz. “So, strip and get over there.”

Liz headed quickly to Anna’s humongous desk to close the one loophole in her plan.

“Dr. Ravenstahl, as your owner, please tell Anna Summer that she must obey all my commands, in no uncertain ,” she said.

Jessica’s torso was the only thing visible as she had been busy stripping off her clothes.

“Yes, my owner,” said Jessica, whose face popped back on. “Worshipper Anna. All thoughts will now be refocused toward Dr. Schuyler and doing whatever she tells you to do. To disobey any command from her will be considered an act of defiance toward your Queen.”

Anna’s eyed widened.

“I love my Queen and worship you,” said Anna. “I will do whatever Liz tells me to do as a sign of worship to you.”

“Good,” said Liz. “Now strip. I told you, back when you had your own mind, making people naked makes them more vulnerable, easier to influence.”

Anna began untying her fashionable scarf. As a fashion plate, she dressed in layers, so undressing was going to be a process.

While Tracee knew that her mind and body were now owned by Liz, she was able to utter a non-threatening question to the nearby Linda and Tanya.

“I thought you had settled things with my new owner before this,” she asked.

“We did my love,” said Tanya. “We just settled it entirely in her favor. I’ve been owned by her since the moment you called me with the plan. She has turned me into Traitor Tanya, lover of betraying friends and loved ones.”

“And I am Lying Linda,” she said. “We were play-acting being ourselves when we came in here, per our owner’s orders. Do you think we would normally walk out in front of a bunch of people stark naked. Orders from our owner.”

“Now, we are all owned,” said Tanya. “You will love it, Tracee.”

“Yes, Tracee,” added Linda. “Embrace being owned by Dr. Schuyler. I’ve only been owned a short time, and my only regret is Traitor Tanya had not arranged for me to be owned sooner.”

Tracee shook off her maternity activewear, and Linda and Tanya escorted her to where the large nude gathering around Liz had been created.

Suddenly, the door swung open and a tall, statuesque brunette strode in. She wore not a stitch of clothing, except for pantyhose. She went right up to Liz.

“Owner, I am here as ordered,” the newest addition said.

“Welcome Brenda,” said Liz. “What a pleasant surprise. What brought you here?”

“I was watching from Ms. Pilgrim’s office right up there and Steven said something and, I, well, I just knew I had to come down and present myself to my owner,” said Brenda, whose mind had blanked out when she heard ‘Blue Parsley’ from her Master. “I am so happy that I was already naked.”

If not for that last statement, Liz probably would have sent her to the middle of the room to her other thralls without a second thought. But now, her antennae was up. She had sent Brenda, awake and clothed, back to her office a couple of hours ago. Why would she be spying on Anna’s office, while naked?

“”I know Ms. Pilgrim is away in Micronesia for a story on exotic clothing,” said Liz. “So, who were you with up there? Were you naked and alone?”

“No, my owner,” said Brenda. “The famous sports reporter Jennifer Palmer was with me, and her co-worker, Bradley.”

“Really?,” said Liz, who put a finger to her chin. “This is working out even better than I could have dreamed of. Where is Jennifer? Is she coming down here soon like you, to be naked and declare I am her owner.”

“I don’t know owner,” said Brenda. “I just knew what I had to do. I had been given a command, so all I cared about was obeying.”

“Yes, yes, I, Steven and Dr. Ravenstahl all did a good job of training you in being a good slave,” said Liz. “Go with the rest of the group now.”

“Yes, my owner,” said Brenda, now with a bit of a smile. “I love obeying orders, either from master, or owner.”

Liz then stared upward. She saw a couple of offices, all with heavily tinted windows, so she could not see if they were occupied.

“If you can hear me!” shouted Liz. “Jennifer Palmer, you will be mine. Make it easy on yourself and come on down and surrender. I have an army here willing to die, if I order, to bring you to me.”

After Liz’s statement, Bradley looked at Jennifer.

She was shaking like a leaf; her face white as a sheet. She was breathing heavily, her massive breasts moving up and down quickly, as she appeared ready to out.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” said Jennifer.

“Now?” asked Bradley.

“I just peed in my pants,” she said.