The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The esteemed academic Dr. Elisabeth Schuyler turned to the lineup of beautiful, successful women, and one man, standing stiffly in the middle of Anna Summer’s massive office. They were all naked, as was she, but unlike them, she could think and act for herself, they could not. . Liz could feel the power surging through her body. No longer was she a mere college professor trying to teach some bored students.

She was not attempting to influence these people, she owned them.

“I can see why people want to be super villains,” she said to the line. “Kind of fun.”

She smiled. There was no reaction, as she had not asked for one, and she controlled all of their minds and bodies.

“Good obedient slaves, but I will allow you to ask a question of your owner, if you have any,” she said. Liz knew there were some really strong, powerful minds she had tamed, and she wanted to extinguish any lingering doubts that might cause them to fight their body and minds being owned by her.

Tanya immediately put her hand up; Liz said it was OK.

“First, as Traitor Tanya, I love my new life of being owned by you Mistress, never question that you totally and completely control me, I am yours,” she said. “But I must say your interest in Jennifer is puzzling. In my former, horrible, life, as my own person, I was her boss and, well, she is pretty much a complete asshole. She also is very much an enemy of the values I think all of us here share. The most anti-women woman I ever met.”

Tracee then raised her hand. Liz nodded.

“Yes, owner, I worked at the station with Jennifer, and she is just a total prick,” she said, as Tanya nodded vigorously in agreement. “No one liked her. Her ego is bigger than her breasts, believe it or not, and she just never fit in.

“I was lucky in that I worked a different shift, so I did not have to deal with that bitch too much. Of course, I am now owned by you, and I must thank my wife Traitor Tanya for causing this wonderful thing to occur, and I would never question anything you do, but, out of curiosity, why the interest in such a, well, total piece of shit.”

Liz then turned to Linda, “Well, you worked and lived with her Lyin’ Linda, any defense of Jennifer, and obviously never to lie to your owner.”

“To say I enjoyed being around her would be a Big Lie my owner,” Linda said. “I could not stand the cunt from the moment she came to work at WWL. I pretended to be her friend only for sex and to gain access to Steven.”

The academic in Liz had wondered if their respective pregnancies, with the different body chemistry it created, would have any effect in her controlling Tanya and Tracee. But Tanya had been super loyal, betraying all her friends, even her wife, for Liz, and Tracee also seemed deeply under, if inquisitive.

“It’s simply business ladies,” Liz said. “It’s now been a while since the relations incident which rocketed me to fame and fortune. My show business associates want me to find another example of a man taking over the minds of attractive women that involves lots of sex. And I have not exactly been frugal in my spending, so I needed a new revenue stream.

“Obviously, my first thought was Steven, who even controlled me for a bit. I knew he had a lot of hot chicks mesmerized whom he had sex with, so while undergoing his intern training here, I put him deeply under, and basically drained his memory and learned all the names. I went back to my associates and told them I had another Ray Barnhardt type but this one a good-looking kid.

“They liked it, but they said they needed something different, like if a big-name celebrity came under his control and became his sexual plaything. No offense ladies, but TV news executives, anchors at small stations and veteran reporters did nothing to move the needle for them.

“But when I mentioned new WWL Sports reporting star Jennifer Palmer, they absolutely flipped. She might be an asshole, but she is a very famous asshole who men basically wank over whenever they see her on TV, and many women apparently love her out-there breasts and sassy attitude. Basically, they said deliver a ‘Jennifer turns into mindless sex slave’ story, and we’ll double what we paid you the first time—and they paid me a lot.”

“So, I have one more procedure to do on all of you, and then we’re off on a Jennifer-hunt.”

Jennifer had returned from the bathroom, now back wearing her raincoat, as Brenda had discarded it quickly before going to meet her new owner. She seemed to have ended her freakout, even though Liz had just declared she was about to be hunted.

“Geez, Tanya, Tracee and Linda, even as hypnotized slaves, really are letting me have it,” said Jennifer to Bradley. “I think of myself as a people person, I’m really not that bad, right?”

Bradley kind of averted his eyes of her gaze and said nothing.

“I’m not sure what the deal with the ‘claiming’ men is, but if it’s still true, as your Mistress, I order you to be completely honest with me about my conduct around WWL Sports employees, and how well-liked I am around the office,” said Jennifer to Bradley. “I mean, I think of myself as one of the most popular people there, everyone is always so nice to me.”

Bradley shrugged his shoulders. Jennifer was 26 and had cruised through life enjoying nothing but success, about time she received a life lesson.

“Of course, Mistress I am totally under your control, Ravenstahl was telling the truth, I worship you as a living Goddess and every cell in my body is under your direction,” he said, as Jennifer waved her hands in a ‘yeah, yeah’ gesture. “But, what Tracee, Linda and Tanya said is pretty much accurate.

“I mean, the sex part is great. People at WWL enjoy that. But, personally and professionally, they pretty much do consider you an egotistical piece of shit and a real cunt. I mean, when I was named your personal producer, the other producers did a little happy dance. They did not like how I got it, but they were relieved they did not have to deal with you anymore. Before that, they would draw straws to see who had to work with you on assignments.”

“But why?,” said Jennifer.

“Um, to quote Tracee and Tanya,” said Bradley. “You act like a complete asshole and are a total prick.”

Jennifer was wide-eyed, she hated Tracee, Tanya and Linda, so she had not really cared what they thought, but it appeared many others shared their opinion of her. With her athletic background, she knew the importance of being a team player, she had been a captain of the Syracuse lacrosse team, but, apparently, she had not been like that in her TV career.

“Do you agree with them?” said Jennifer, who then realized she was talking to her ‘claimed’ man, completely under her spell, who would just blather on about worshipping the ground she walked on, yada, yada.

But she had to know the truth.

Jennifer stood up and pointed at Bradley.

“As a woman, I am using my power to renounce my claim on you. You no longer have any thoughts of subservience or sexual service to me,” she thundered. “You mind is your own, again.”

Bradley blinked and had a shocked look on his face. He really was surprised. In a time of true peril for Jennifer, she had released her one ally from her control. It kind of touched his heart, but he also felt Jennifer needed another life lesson.

“Well, since I have no ties to you now, and Schuyler has no interest in me, all this is not my problem anymore and I can just leave,” said Bradley. “Been nice knowing you, the awake version of Jennifer. I’ll be in the office getting ready for Luxembourg if, once Dr. Schuyler enslaves you, she feels like you still should put up the pretense of having a career and sends the husk of yourself to work,” he said. “Bye.”

Bradley then got up from the perch in front of the window and began to walk toward the door.

Jennifer looked at him wide-eyed. She felt totally alone. Bradley was right, she could not think of any WWL employee, or anyone else really, she could truly call a friend. She was now left by herself with a predator waiting outside to capture her mind.

“Hey,” she said weakly. “You never answered the question.”

“Oh,” said Bradley as he turned around, just as he had reached the door. “I chalked up your attitude to being very young and coming from a small station in Syracuse. You were a one-girl show there covering Little League playoffs, now you were dealing with hundreds of people and the top athletes in the world. I figured that arrogant asshole persona was just a defense mechanism due to your insecurity.

“When you ‘claimed’ me, you could relax because you had nothing to prove to me, I was your sex slave who had to do your bidding. So, you could let your guard down, and I got a chance to see the real you. I liked it, a lot actually.”

Jennifer now had tears streaming down her face. Bradley said he liked her, really liked her, and he did it with a clear head, even after seeing her act like a jerk most of the time.

“Well, we are engaged,” she said softly. “Even though you were officially my slave, you know I never treated you like that. I kind of fell in love with you.”

Bradley then walked back to Jennifer. She looked so sad. This beautiful young girl with tears brimming in her eyes, wearing just a raincoat. Bradley knew the lessons had been learned.

“Let me make this very clear, I didn’t kind of, I fell head over heels in love with you Jennifer,” he said with a little smile. “So, is the engagement still on?”

Jennifer vigorously nodded yes. She then got up and hugged Bradley tightly.

“Well, then,” he said. “I can’t have my future wife become owned by some whacko college professor.”

“Nope, you can’t,” said Jennifer, her eyes now bright and face hopeful.

“Luckily, I think I know a chink in Dr. Schuyler’s armor,” said Bradley. “She’s had sex with me, but she won’t it, and that will be her downfall.”

“Having sex with you is a chink in her armor?” asked Jennifer wide-eyed. “Well, I have a thousand chinks then.”

“Let’s just say I have a cunning plan,” said Bradley. “We just need to strip you naked and make you a zombie.”