The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Liz covered her ears and told Steven to holler out ‘Blue Parsley, come meet your new owner Liz!’ to make sure Jennifer would hear the enslavement code word from up where she was.

She then went up to Steven and gave him a close-up look. When she instructed Steven to make the call, he had appeared a little slow to understand.

“Shit!,” she gasped. She quickly waved off all her thralls, who were concerned their owner seemed troubled, as they all had taken a couple of steps toward her.

Liz realized that, in all the hustle and bustle of the mass enslavement of the women there, Steven could have gotten a look at Anna, which would turn him into a human vegetable.

“We’ll see what happens,” Liz thought. “Nothing I can do now.”

And because all of her control flowed through Steven, she could not let the others know.

“OK .. Now, a little imagery reinforcement.” she said to the line.

The ladies nudged each other, smiled and looked expectedly. They were getting orders from their owner; it was new and very exciting to them.

“Please stand tall in a line, I will give each of you a kiss,” said Liz. “This will literally mean my ownership of you will be sealed with a kiss. Once that occurs, you will be permanently owned by me, the deal will be sealed. Of course, you will be so happy and feel wonderful when this occurs, as you know this is the greatest thing that could have happened to you, and will immediately start orgasming in joy, and please make them big and long.

“Do you all understand?”

“Yes, my owner!,” came the response from everyone.

Dr. Dolores Dial was first on the left. She held the video screen that was filled with the face of Dr. Jessica Ravenstahl. Despite not being there in person, Ravenstahl’s mind was just as owned as the rest.

Liz took the screen. Ravenstahl puckered and they kissed, separated only by the glass.

“I am permanently owned, thank you, it feels so good,” said Jessica as she began to breath heavily.

“I have big plans for you,” said Liz. “I created Traitor Tanya, who has enjoyed that role immensely, now we might make Traitor Jessica, and arrange a takeover of Stephanie Schmidt’s empire, or, to make it easy, just Schmidt herself.”

“Traitor Jessica, yes, it feels so good to be owned and betray people,” said Jessica as she left the screen to roll around in orgasmic bliss.

Liz went down the line. Dr. Dial, Brenda, Anna, Tracee, Tanya, even veggie Steven all responded ‘I am permanently owned, thank you, it feels so good’ before falling to the floor for orgasms.

Linda was the last one standing. To the outside world, she was a tough, no-nonsense reporter, but here she was giddy with excitement at the prospect of permanently being owned. She provided no opposition to Liz. She puckered up, as Schuyler’s ownership of her would soon be permanent!

“My owner, where is my owner!,” came the shout from behind.

Liz and Linda turned around, the others were too busy rolling around in orgasmic bliss.

It was Jennifer, only wearing her bra top from work, and nothing else.

“Odd choice of outfit but it works for you,” said Liz. “You are quite welcome Slave Jennifer, please stand next to your fellow WWL employee Linda.

“Yes my owner, I am Steven’s sex slave and now I am yours,” said Jennifer, as she ambled over to stand next to her once best friend.

Linda immediately tore off Jennifer’s bra top. “All owned are naked in HER presence,” Linda said.

“Yes, I understand,” said Jennifer. “I overheard Master Steven’s instructions. I can’t wait until I am permanently owned. I know it will feel so good.”

“Yes it will, the real Jennifer does not deserve the pure joy of being owned by Dr. Schuyler,” said Linda, as she kind of glared at her. “But my owner wants it, so I will do whatever it takes to make sure your mind and body are completely owned, like mine will be.”

“A very good attitude Lyin’ Linda,” said Liz excitedly. “I will have you know, much like I did with Tanya’s sworn enemy, Natalie, in my first book, Jennifer will be the villain in my sequel. My portrayal will leave her totally humiliated, as the world will think of her as a weak-minded, slutty asshole. She won’t be able to get a job doing sports in Keokuk, Iowa once my book, TV series and eventual movie come out.”

“Thank you owner, I am so glad to give you my body and mind, I am so happy that I will be permanently owned by you,” said Linda. “You are truly a kind and wonderful owner, and I can assure you I will be a totally loyal pawn for you.”

Tanya and Tracee had overheard the conversation about Jennifer, and each croaked out a “Thank you owner”, as they gasped for breath as their bodies were still convulsing with orgasms.

Liz just smiled. She had only dealt with Jennifer, briefly, a couple of times. She seemed pleasant enough during those encounters, it was really just business. But the fact Tracee, Tanya and Linda’s all-consuming hatred of her caused three of her more-prominent thralls to fall even deeper under her control, well, it was a win-win all-around.

Liz had started the day thinking that vegetizing Steven and Gianna (who, showing the chaotic nature of events, was still sitting in a chair, her head pitched forward, as she was out cold in a deep hypnotic trance) for a big payout would highlight the day. To actually have the ‘Jennifer project’ come together, all in one day, was a huge bonus, as well as having a number of prominent women falling under her spell.

Liz went up to Linda and gave her a kiss. Linda sighed in pure ecstasy, said “I am now permanently owned. Thank you owner, it feels so good” and dropped to the floor as a massive orgasm ripped through her.

Liz then moved on to Jennifer and smiled. This was the Pièce de résistance as Liz saw untold riches and fame in her head, once she permanently owned Jennifer.

What she didn’t see was the right cross.

Jennifer had been an athlete growing up and, under Steven and now Bradley’s guidance, had gone through almost daily punishing workouts for the past two years. Her fitness level was off the charts, as she had virtually no fat on her body and sported six-pack abs.

Liz was just a college professor, having more brains than brawn, as she got socked in the jaw and tumbled to the ground. Jennifer immediately jumped on top of her would-be controller, still naked like everyone else in the room. She grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head to the ground.

Liz was now woozy. Her minions were all still in the throes of orgasming, so they had no idea their owner was in danger. And she was in no condition to give out a cry for help.

“But … but … the trigger,” muttered Liz as she lay on the ground. Jennifer was on top of her, so she could not move.

Jennifer smiled. “Oh, when I got bopped in the head, that went away, as did Steven’s control, as my memory was restored,” she said. “Bradley, Steven’s frat brother, is my guy now, as you soon will find out, but now I know Steven does still control you, we saw you cover your ears when he said the code word.

“Blue Parsley, Blue Parsley!!”

Liz’s eyes immediately glazed over. Jennifer got off of her as Liz’s body stilled. Jennifer then waved at the entrance and Bradley glided in.

He went up to Liz quickly, as he could see some of the women were beginning to come out of their orgasmic fog.

“You me Slave Liz? I’m Bradley and I am a member of Steven’s fraternity, a bunch of us had sex with you at your house,” he said. “And what does Master Steven instruct you to do for Steven’s frat brothers?”

“Off—, Offer my body for sex,” said Liz. “I live to have sex with Steven and his frat brothers. And I do anything they say, without question.”

“Correct, please follow the following instructions, without question, or you will not get sex from Steeven or Steven’s frat brother,” he said.

Now, Liz had the Linda/Brenda look of horror on her face. Bradley continued: “As Steven’s frat brother, I order you to adopt the persona of Dr. Elisabeth Schuyler, for sex role play purposes.

“And to make room for sex with me and Steven, I order you to break all these women, and Steven, out of the spell that has them thinking you own them.”

“I cannot Master Steven’s frat brother,” Liz said in kind of a lecturing tone for a sex slave. “The kiss sealed their allegiance. In their minds, this is their new normal. To attempt to reverse it, they could suffer serious mental damage, like schizophrenia or hallucinations.”

Jennifer looked at Bradley. “If Linda gets like brain damaged, and they think I had something to do with it, I will be fired on the spot at WWL.”

“Well, so would I,” said Bradley. “We’re up shits creek.”

“Well, we have to do something,” said a completely panicked Jennifer. “I can’t take a zombie-like Linda back to work, blathering on how she is owned by a college professor and how she loves it. And these other women are like prominent people in academics and television. We can’t just leave them like this either, there will be investigations and my name will come up and my career over.

“I have no idea how you can do it, but you get us out of this, I will marry you next month, and I won’t ask for a pre-nup or anything.”

Bradley held up his hand, which calmed Jennifer. He had mere seconds to think of a plan, but, somehow, he did.

“No idea if it will work but I think we need to give the group some shock therapy to break them out of Liz’s hypnotic control,” he said.

He then turned back to the sex slave pretending to be Liz.

“OK, I and Steven will have sex with you, after you tell all your subjects that they are now owned by Jennifer, and they must now obey all her orders. You are now Jennifer’s sevant and they must now obey her. Understand?”

“Yes Master Steven’s frat brother, I must have sex with you and Steven,” said a glassy-eyed Liz. “I will obey all instructions.”

Steven and Jennifer now helped Liz up and the process began.

“Will this work?” whispered Jennifer to Bradley as they stood in front of Liz’s property, five women and one man.

“It’s a Hail Mary, but I have a theory, once Steven started bringing hypnotized hot chicks to the frat, I started getting interested in the subject and took some psychology classes,” he said. “What I need from you Jennifer is, tell them to kneel before you, once she does her thing, and then act like a total asshole.”

“No problem,” said Jennifer. “Apparently, I am very good at that.”

Liz now faced her thralls, all upright with eyes locked on their owner.

“As you are owned by me, I have now become owned,” she intoned. “Jennifer Palmer is my owner. You will now follow all her instructions as if they came from me.”

Jennifer then stepped up.

“Kneel before Zod my slaves, oops, I mean me, to show your loyalty to being owned by Jennifer. Your body and mind are now under my control. From now on, your sole thoughts will be on pleasing me, and my every whim. You will also now completely share my strong traditional values and beliefs, throwing away your old out-of-date, women’s 70s era garbage.

“Honestly, this is the way it should have always been at WFEM and WWL, and this is your new future.”

Liz and Steven immediately went to their knees. As for the rest, there was a lot of blinking and looking at each other.

Finally, Tracee, who had always shown the most brain activity among those brainwashed, spoke:

“Fuck you Jennifer!,” she shouted. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am not spending one second being ordered around by that bitch. This is no longer fun, making me feel good or wonderful. I am getting my clothes on and going back to Brenda’s place. I have a baby ready to pop.”

Seconds later, Tanya spoke:

“Me too, sorry Liz but Traitor Tanya is now backstabbing you,” she said emphatically. “I have a new wife and a baby of my own on the way. I don’t have time for super-bitch Jennifer to play her stupid egomaniacal games. I had enough of that in Syracuse. I’m going back to the alcove and get my clothes and get the heck out of this weird place. You with me Linda?”

“Absolutely, Tanya, with you all the way,” said Linda. “Lyin’ Linda is dead. Crusading truth-telling reporter Linda is back. Let’s get our clothes. Hey, before all this I had a reservation at a really fancy restaurant for three, takes months to get in, and I think if we hustle, we can still make it.”

“Works for me,” said Tanya now her old organizing self. “Tracee, get dressed and follow me and Linda. We’ll get our clothes downstairs and head right for the restaurant, Linda’s car is here.”

The threesome soon were out the door, but not before looking at Jennifer and flipping her the bird.

Dial then looked at the video screen holding the visage of Jessica Ravenstahl.

“My Queen, do we have a new owner?”

Ravenstahl shook her head as if trying to get the cobwebs out: “Certainly not, who the fuck is this girl? Some prick no one likes. This whole thing has been stupid, not surprising since you, Dung Beetle Brain Dial, thought this whole stupid plan up.

“Get your clothes on you idiot and go back to the university.”

“Yes My Queen, but what about your new thrall?” as Dial swung the screen toward Anna, who stood there blinking furiously. She had not kneeled, but she had not walked out either.

“Who needs her, she owns just two percent of her own magazine,” swing me in front of her. “I don’t need to add blowhards and incompetents, I have you.”

Jessica then gave orders to Anna:

“Anna Summer, your Queen orders any all desire to worship me extinguished. You will have no memory of anything that happened after you put on the helmet in Brenda’s office once I count to three.

“1-2—…”

“Wait!” shouted Brenda as she scurried over to where Dial and Summer were, her breasts bouncing as she ran, as she was naked like the rest.

“Jennifer and her boyfriend were just tresers here that I caught; they should be in jail, if anything, I’m certainly not listening to a damn thing she says. But now that I know the truth about the company, I want to be put in charge of the Women’s Fashion & News Corporation, mentor Gianna until she is ready to take over. I really do love this place and the people who work here. If you can make Anna think it will add prestige and money for her, she’ll give it up in a second.”

“I gotcha covered,” said Jessica, who, of course, knew while Brenda had broken free of Liz/Steven’s hypnotic influence, she still had Ravenstahl’s trigger in her head and could take her mind over at any time. Having a thrall running a powerful media empire could be beneficial.

“And, finally, as a final act of worshipping your Queen, you will immediately sign an executive order naming yourself Chairman Emeritus, a position with no power but a huge payout and prestige and give full authority to run the company to Brenda Stewart.

“ -and 3.”

Anna looked around, and then her eyes widened as she realized she was naked, and that the room had a bunch of other naked people in it.

“What is this about, I don’t anything,” she said.

“I know,” said Brenda as she came over and put a comforting hand on her bare shoulder. “Anna, you are not well. You started tearing your clothes off, screaming you were broke and people were becoming vegetables, crazy stuff. Luckily, Dr. Dial was still in my office. She was gracious enough to examine you and recommended we all get naked to help calm you down.”

Anna looked at the nude Brenda, Dolores, Ravenstahl on the video screen, Dr. Schuyler and all were naked. The kid Steven they had done the story on was also in her office naked, along with some people she did not know.

Her well-honed fashion sensibilities exploded.

She had no memory of any of them being in the room, or why she would take her clothes off. But she knew the financial position of the magazine was precarious, and maybe she could use this as an excuse to jump ship and get some quick, badly needed cash.

“I don’t know who all you people are, and I don’t know why, of all people, I have no clothes on, I obviously have mental health issues, and I can’t do this job anymore,” said Anna. “Let’s go to legal right now Brenda. We’ll put you in charge, but give me a big title, which will be highly paid, but with no authority. That will keep me invited to the most exclusive parties and my bank whole.”

“Smart move, as usual Anna,” said Brenda.

Bradley then handed Brenda her clothes, the ones she had shimmied out of earlier in the 16th floor hallway. “I will make you proud, and I am sure Gianna will be 100-percent on board with the change (as she glanced at Liz and Jennifer) and completely ive, so let’s get dressed and we’ll go.”

When the pair left (it took Anna a few minutes to decide what the proper ‘kicking myself upstairs’ outfit was), that just left Jennifer, Bradley, Liz, Steven and a slumbering Gianna remaining in the office.

“So, what do we do with the married couple and Liz?” asked Jennifer.

“They are married only due to, what you could call a love spell, I put on them,” said Liz, still kneeling. “Just wanted them not to be tempted by guys and girls hitting on them when traveling with Anna. But they took the love thing way farther than I expected.”

“Well, when a man and a women love each other, they tend to want to get married,” said Jennifer, as she nudged Bradley.

“Well, I have already removed the love spell,” Liz said. “When I snap her awake, she will have no feelings for Steven, and I am sure Gianna’s dad will quickly arrange an annulment once he hears about it.”

“Hey, what’s with Steven?,” asked Bradley as his frat brother was kneeling and silent. “I figured no way was he going to be bossed around by Jennifer. I would have bet he was the first to break out of the spell.”

“Oh, well, I goofed,” said Liz. “Tracee and Dial ed to shield Steven from seeing Anna, but I did not. It was kind of hectic; I didn’t even to wake up Gianna and get her owned by me, and she is worth billions. Should have been my top target.”

Bradley and Jennifer held hands and walked up to where Steven was kneeling.

“You can get up Steven,” said Jennifer, and he complied.

“Hey Buddy, do you me,” said Bradley.

Steven looked at him, squinted as if his sight was impaired, and then said, “Wilson? No, Bradley”.

“Wilson is another guy in our fraternity,” said Bradley to Jennifer. He then looked back to Liz.

“So, like, what’s the deal, can he like his name or feed himself or tell time?”

“He is not literally a vegetable, he couldn’t function then, and he was supposed to be an intern helping Anna, not be a burden,” said Liz. “I would say he has the IQ of an 8- to 10-year-old, and he is very trusting emotionally, I did that to make sure whatever horrible thing Anna would order to him to do, he would comply.

“The good news is I installed a five-year ticker in their heads; told Anna this is not a lifetime thing. Since Gianna did not see Anna, she is unaffected. I can still, with incentive, remove the vegetizing gear in her head, but Steven is gone.”

“But what do we do with him now?,” said Jennifer looking at Steven and then Bradley. “I mean, I hate what he did to me, but I was a nobody going nowhere when he took over my mind, body—and breasts, and look at me now. I want him at least to be comfortable for the next five years.”

“Well, right now you are his owner, he does not have the mental capacity to fight any suggestions by you off,” said Bradley. “Why don’t we take him to Linda’s place. All his stuff is there, and so are Tanya, Tracee and Linda, who Steven also put under his control.

“Maybe you can have a meeting of Steven’s ex-thralls to decide his future, who better?”

“I agree, you are so smart Bradley, I was so smart to ‘claim’ you and now to marry you,” said Jennifer as she gave him a big kiss. “And I’m going to call Kathy, the weather girl from WFEM. Steven’s final internship was with her and, judging by the name on all the receipts clipped to his new, very expensive clothes and accessories, I am sure she was his final spellbound conquest before coming to New York.”

“May I make a suggestion owner,” said Liz. “Why don’t you have Steven and his frat brother have sex with me now, while you go down to the Educational Chamber and save Tracee, Tanya and Linda from being brainwashed again. Being brainwashed, liberated and then re-brainwashed, in such a short order, could cause some major psychological damage.”

“Save them from what?,” asked Jennifer. “They are just picking up their clothes and going home.”

“Yes but Linda and Tanya have forgotten that Nurse Cilla is down there, and she is completely, I mean fanatically, under my control,” said Liz. “This is her final day on the job, actually only two more hours in her shift. I put a little timer in her head; all of this is wiped clean from her memory when the clock strikes 3.”

“But, until then, she has been told to be in defense mode. Protect the integrity of the chamber at all costs. I would guess, right now, all three have already been chloroformed and are lying unconscious on the floor. Cilla will then place each in a programming chair to have their free will’s drained and back to worshipping me and being my happy slaves.”

“But it’s 3 against 1, and Steven programs all his girls to be in great physical shape, even if two are pregnant,” said Bradley. “How sure are you sex slave Liz about this?”

“Oh, very sure Master Steven’s frat brother,” said Liz. “She won’t do a direct assault. She will be crafty, wait for each to be isolated, take them by surprise and place a cloth over their mouth. She will defend her Mistress’ lair to the death—for two more hours, and then she is just a nurse whose temporary job ended and will think no more about it.”

“Shit, what do we do,” said Jennifer with wide eyes, would this nightmare ever end. “No sex for you Liz until you find a solution.”

“Yes Mistress, as you command. You go save them; I will text Cilla that you will represent me. Any orders from you are the same as coming from me,” said Liz. “And, as promised, Steven and Bradley will stay here and have sex with me.”

Jennifer looked at Bradley, who shrugged his shoulders with an ‘I guess’ look. She trusted Bradley implicitly, but the thought of him having sex with another woman, now did not please her.

“I will also help you with Gianna, who is still under my influence, as she missed all the hubbub,” said Liz.

“Jennifer,” said Bradley. “ this is not Dr. Schuyler. This is a sex slave role-playing being Schuyler. Like with Brenda. This is not an actual person I would be having sex with.”

Jennifer pondered a bit.

Tracee, Tanya and Linda suffering brain damage, or going through life as zombified slaves, that did not really personally bother her. But she knew the people at WFEM would blame her for their condition, and Mike Emanuel would have a hissy fit if Linda had mental issues that did not allow her to work, and, again, she would be blamed for it. The reputation of Super-Bitch asshole Jennifer would be cemented forever.

But, most importantly, Gianna was her new friend, she did care about her well-being. She had been an innocent, trapped in Anna Summer’s scheme to keep control of her company.

“OK, I’ll do the superheroine bit and save Tracee, Tanya and Linda,” said Jennifer. “And most importantly, I want Gianna taken care of. I trust you Bradley to do the right thing.”

Jennifer turned to Steven.

“Steven, you will follow the directions of Bradley as he is my representative,” she said. “Both of you will have sex with the body of Dr. Schuyler until Bradley tells you to stop. You will then obey him for further instructions.”

“Yes, Owner Jennifer,” Steven replied.

Jennifer kind of liked the sound of that.

For a sex slave, Liz had been pretty much on the button.

After receiving directions from Liz as to where the chamber was (and stealing some very chic clothes from Anna Summer’s closet), Jennifer slowly crept into the room.

There, lying on the floor, in a row, their large chests going up and down as they breathed in a regular fashion, were Linda, Tracee and Tanya, all totally knocked out. Cilla had gotten to them before Linda and Tanya even had a chance to put their clothes on, as they were still naked.

Jennifer expected Nurse Cilla to be some big-brawny beast, but it was a tiny woman, maybe 5-foot-2 and 110 pounds, who was wheeling in a gurney with two gas tanks on it.

She stopped in front of Linda and rolled off a gas tank marked ‘Sleeping’ and put it next to her. She then attached a gas mask to a hose on the tank, turned it on, and placed the mask on Linda’s face, making sure her nose and mouth were covered.

She then went to Tanya, laying right next to Linda, and did the same thing. Soon, both were having sleeping gas pumped into their system, their bodies lost all rigidity, as they fell into a deeper state of unconsciousness.

“Here goes nothing,” said Jennifer as she went up to the middle of the large, metallic chamber, where the nurse and the three knocked out women were.

“Oh great, Jennifer right?,” said the nurse in a friendly fashion as Jennifer nodded. “When I reported the intruders, mistress said she was busy having sex with multiple men, and you would be her surrogate. Could you help me carry the very pregnant blonde to the programming chair, please.”

Jennifer automatically lifted Tracee’s top half (‘man, your tit’s are back to where they used to be, must be lactating’) while Cilla carried the bottom half. They loaded her body onto the gurney and wheeled it to the chair on the far left, where previously Linda and Gianna had both been brainwashed.

After loading Tracee into it and strapping her in, with Cilla inserting the vibrator and nipple clamps, Jennifer said to Cilla:

“Mistress was busy having sex, so she did not have time to give me many details,” she said. “What are you exactly programming them to do?”

“It can whatever you want them to be, friend of Mistress, I know all the programs,” said Cilla. “Warning, I complete my job in about 90 minutes, so this is your only chance. For three people, only have time to do it once.”

If not for Cilla’s last statement, Jennifer would have probably just had Linda, Tracee and Tanya be given some smelling salts and sent on their way, their minds completely their own for the first time in a while.

But Cilla’s statement ‘this was her last chance’ sprung something inside Jennifer.

The three obviously despised her with a ion. They had not put up an ounce of resistance to being turned into Steven and then Liz’s happy little brainwashed fuck toys but immediately broke out of their spells once it was Jennifer in charge.

And there was practicality to consider.

Tracee probably hated her the most . She might be small-time, but she was now married to Tanya and thus would have great influence over her. And Tanya was one of the fastest rising news executives in television. In a few years, she might be running a network and, encouraged by Tracee, veto some project Jennifer was to star in.

And Jennifer knew, quite well, her status as the No. 1 female reporter at WWL was simply because Linda Williams had gone AWOL, obsessed with being home to have sex with Steven. Now that his hold on her was broken, she could go out on assignments again, and Jennifer might return to covering dog shows.

And since they were all unconscious, Jennifer would not even get the credit for saving them. In a while, they would simply wake up, wonder how they ended up on the floor, got their clothes and go to their fancy lunch.

Jennifer knew what the right thing to do was. But, she decided to do the right thing, her way.

“A little to help them,” she thought. “And a little, OK, maybe a lot, for me.”

Jennifer turned to Cilla.

“Is there any way this could be done manually, where I insert Mistress’ orders directly to each one of them separately,” asked Jennifer.

“Yes, of course,” said Cilla. “I can get a microphone and hook it to the audio section of the machine,. You say the instructions you want for each one, and they will be recorded and played on a loop; it will be fed to whoever is in the chair until the machine says it has been 100-percent accepted.”

“Perfect, good work Cilla, please orgasm,” said Jennifer, who was getting the hang of this mind controller gig. “I will go up to Anna’s office once I’m finished and tell Mistress of your fine work.”

Cilla grabbed her sides, as she felt an orgasm go through her.

“You … (gasp) can go back up as soon as you record (gasp) the instructions,” said Cilla, recovering from the orgasm.

“Excellent Nurse Cilla,” said Jennifer. “Here are your final instructions before you wake up and return to your normal self. First. Make sure all three are unconscious during this whole procedure. I do not want them to realize what is happening.

“Not a problem,” said Cilla.

“Second, when all three have been 100-perent ed the instructions, please drag their bodies to where you found them, and make sure they are all clothed. I will implant a thought into their minds that they took a nap from such a stressful day.”

“OK, again, no problem.”

“Lastly, once you have accomplished those two orders, go up to Anna Summer’s office and have sex with Mistress,” said Jennifer. “Tell Mistress it is Jennifer’s wishes. You will have sex with Mistress until you wake up. The other you will be shocked and call the police and say you were drugged and attacked.

“But Mistress wouldn’t like that,” said Cilla with a furrowed brow.

“No, you don’t understand, Mistress will love it. It’s kind of a fetish with her, naughty sex, followed by years of the jailhouse sex she craves.,” said Jennifer, grinning. “Part of her kink will be Mistress saying she is innocent, but don’t be fooled, she wants to be known as a dirty, dirty girl, it’s all an act, so make sure your real self has her prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

“Mistress will be pleased you did this, even if she publicly will claim otherwise.”

“Oh, Ok, I understand now,” said Cilla. “I will obey. Mistress has total control of me, and I will make sure my real self also obeys her wishes.”

Jennifer could now see why Steven and Liz had done what they did. This mind control thing was fun.

“Pleasure doing business with you Cilla, have another orgasm,” said Jennifer, as she grabbed the microphone.

She went over to Tracee, slumbering peacefully in the brainwashing chair. Her massive chest jutting out, as well as her very pregnant belly. Her utter helplessness to stop Jennifer’s control was such a turn on.

“Don’t worry Tracee, you are in a good hands,” said Jennifer with a laugh, who then clicked on the microphone and began speaking.