The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Beatrice entered her chambers, groaned, and ungracefully flopped back onto her bed. That was awful. And strange. Her mother wasn’t usually this contradictory, but every time she was about to bubble over with rage she overcorrected to indifference. Perhaps the preparations truly were getting to her, but why Lia would incite that she couldn’t quite figure. Perhaps she’d ask Lia herself.

Wait.

Beatrice shot to her feet. “Lia?”

“Yes, mistress?” Lia was standing off to the side, smiling brightly with her hands clasped in front of her but still had the dazed eyes of an enchanted servant.

“How long have you been standing there?” Beatrice had completely missed her when she walked in.

“I don’t know.” Lia closed her eyes as if calculating in her head. “The clock in the library said twelve fourteen when I saw it last.”

That was hours ago. Beatrice wasn’t sure what she was more shocked by, the fact Lia was still in a trance or that she’d been standing at attention the entire time. “You must be exhausted, you should sit down.”

“Yes, mistress.” Lia did not find a chair and instead just sat on the floor. She looked up at her like a lost puppy.

There was no way in hell Beatrice could let Ida anywhere near this girl.

Still, why Ida acted so odd about her wasn’t clear. She was young, much younger than most of the staff. She wasn’t very maidlike either. Not to say she was unkempt, she wore a more simplistic version of the maid’s uniform. It just looked like a costume on her. In proper lighting her dark hair almost looked like a shade of violet, matching with her eyes. And she smiled a lot, Beatrice had noticed that when she met her. Even now, entranced and uncaring that she was basically being judged like a show cat, she had a contagious bright smile. It was hard to resist returning a grin from such an unrelenting expression.

Not that Beatrice didn’t enjoy returning it. It was nice to have a reason to smile. “Lia, is there anything important about you?”

Lia didn’t answer for a fairly long time. Her brow furrowed as her feet very faintly tapped against the floor. “I’m a good artist?”

Beatrice hid a laugh. “Noted.” She sighed. It didn’t matter, she should focus on protecting her from her mother before worrying about the reasons she’d even care to meddle. It wasn’t like either of them were going anywhere anytime soon. She held out her hand. “As cute as this is, I think we should have a proper discussion. Would you mind getting us some tea?”

Lia’s smile was brighter than ever as she took it. “I’d be happy to, mistress.”

“Thank you. Please, have a seat.”

Lia found herself placing two cups of tea down on the desk Bea sat at. A second chair had been pulled up for her. She blinked a few times. “You’re welcome?” She sat down and pretended she ed what she was in Lady Bea’s room for. Or when she had gotten tea. “Am I in trouble?”

“Far from it. I’m in sudden need to fill a vacant position.” Bea took a sip. “You’re quite new. I thought it might be best to start with a fresh hire rather than have to break old habits.”

Lia sipped at her cup to be polite. She didn’t like tea and her face couldn’t help but show it. “So, you have a specific job for me?”

“Indeed.” Every glance from Bea seemed like it contained a thousand thoughts. It was like this was a test of some kind but Lia had no idea what she needed to do to . Or if she even wanted to . “I would like you to be my lady-in-waiting. A handmaiden, as it were.”

“Really? Like, my job would be just to be around you all day?” Lia definitely wanted to .

Bea hid her laugh. “I suppose that’s one way to put it.” She took another sip. “Companionship is a main duty. Your chores will also revolve around my needs rather than the House’s, but I’d rather go over that later. Right now, I want to learn about you.”

Lia tapped her feet nervously. “To test if I’ll be good at the companionship part?”

Bea nodded with approval. “Precisely.”

“Well, can I ask a question first?” Lia asked.

“Interesting strategy, but I’ll allow it.”

Lia almost asked if she was in the garden last night. “Why me?”

Bea put her hand to her lips to ponder. “Truth be told, I’ve actually never had one. The head maids acted in a similar fashion, so the only reason for a handmaiden would be my own desire. I never found the right person, you may say. So this will be a learning experience for both of us.” She moved her hand to hide her expression. “I suppose you could say I just found you interesting.”

Lia blushed with embarrassment. “Don’t see my kind often in high society, do you?”

“While you may be the only half-elf currently on staff, I’ve certainly seen them before.” Bea took a sip of her drink. “I’ve met many types of creatures, darling. I’m more interested in who you are, not some commodity of what you are.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.” Not that Lia wasn’t actively trying to hide her demon side, she just assumed Bea could tell what she was. Sure her horns were so small that her hair could hide them if she did it right but her ears were more batlike in their curling than elven. Apparently even fae were prone to not noticing the difference off hand. Her heart was starting to race, she didn’t know what her lady was focusing on. Bea was way more interesting than her. Looking elven but a hint of etherealness implying something even more surreal. A silver hair color that no human could have, sapphire eyes that shone with sharp intelligence. What about Lia would a girl like that be interested in? “At least somebody is interested in me, Lady Ida—sorry, the Lady of the House doesn’t seem to even want me here.”

“Truly? Curious that you still are then, her wants are usually not ignored.” Bea raised an eyebrow. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

Lia nodded. “Yeah, I need to be here.”

“Need to?” Bea tilted her head. “May I ask why?”

Lia frowned. She’d said that so confidently but the reasons all but hid from her as she tried to specifics. “Because…I’m a good maid and belong to the House?” She winced at her strange response. That wasn’t untrue but it didn’t feel like the right answer. “I mean, better than the streets. It’s nice to have a roof over my head.”

Bea held her gaze for a moment, then softly smiled. There was an unmistakable disappointment that hurt Lia’s soul to think she caused. “I see. Well, I can assure you that if you serve under me, you will be protected from both Ida and the streets.”

Lia was comforted by the casual offer of such protection. She’d actually been worried Atropos wanted to toss her to the streets even more than Ida. The agreement made it clear they weren’t allowed, but fae were tricky. The lack of training certainly felt like the head maid trying to get her sacked for incompetence. Even Bea hadn’t been quite sure what Lia had been doing in the library but luckily instead of firing her she offered to help.

That alone made sticking to Bea seem like a good way to stay safe. Now she was offering to actively look out for her and Lia was smiling even brighter than normal at the generosity. “Thank you, my lady. That sounds like a dream come true.” A familiar thought rose at the mention of a dream and she couldn’t stop it from tumbling out. “Were you in the garden last night?”

Beatrice raised an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting question.”

“Sorry, it’s probably nothing,” Lia said in a panic, “I just had a weird dream.”

“Indeed?” Bea put her hands on her lap and leaned in. “Do tell.”

It wasn’t clear why telling Bea made her heart race, like itting to having a scandalous dream about her before she even knew she existed, but Lia couldn’t back out now. “It’s sorta dumb. I must’ve just dusted a lot yesterday because I dreamt I was dusting in the gardens, but that’s silly. And there was somebody who looked like—well, no, I didn’t see what they looked like but they had the same…eyes? Except I didn’t see anything else. So maybe there wasn’t anybody there.” She was stumbling over herself with embarrassment and wishing she hadn’t brought this up. “Sorry, it’s hard to put into words. Just meeting you gave me—”

“Deja vu?” Bea said.

“I don’t know what that means, but probably?” Lia cringed. She was mes this entire thing by being weird. Her new role was slipping out of her clumsy grasp.

“Deja vu, like you’ve felt or seen something before but can’t recall why,” Bea kindly explained.

“I guess that’s it then, yeah.” Lia was glad she didn’t seem to be making fun of her for not knowing that. “Sorry, it was just a strange dream. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“No, no, this is good talk. I love hearing about dreams. The House does seem to invite strange ones.” Bea’s eyes glowed. “I’d just enjoy them instead of questioning them.”

All this talk of dreams must’ve been making Lia tired, it was suddenly much harder to keep her eyes open. Her smile started to droop. “Yes, mistress.”

Bea pursed her lips. “Just a glance and you’re already slipping under.” She set down her teacup. “I’m curious, how do you feel?”

“Calm. Relaxed. Entranced.” That last word felt right but she didn’t know why she knew it. It was hard to describe, probably because it was hard to think at all. Like she was perpetually falling asleep. “I like your eyes.”

“You said that last night too.” Bea smiled to herself like it was a memory she was fond of, then sighed. “I do apologize for my forwardness, but if I don’t enchant you, my mother will. And we don’t want that, do we?”

“No, mistress,” Lia said. She much rather it be Bea than Ida. It was against the rules for Ida to enchant her.

“Good girl.” Bea hid her face as Lia shivered. “Did you like being called that?”

Lia gave an enthusiastic nod. “Yes, mistress.”

“I see.” Bea reached out and lifted her chin. Lia hadn’t even realized she’d been leaning closer. “From now on, hearing ‘good girl’ will make you feel twice as good as what that just felt like. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” Lia said.

“Good girl.” A shameless moan escaped Lia as a jolt of pleasure shot through her body. Bea herself was blushing, but quickly regained her composure. “I’m getting ahead of myself. Those little things should be saved for after we lay the groundwork enchantment.”

“Yes, mistress,” Lia said, unsure of what that meant but ready to do whatever was required. “Does this mean I’m your handmaiden?”

Her cherishing smile was almost more alluring than her eyes, at least until the glow suddenly increased tenfold. “Almost, darling. You’ve certainly caught my eye. All you have to do is keep staring into them. Just watch my eyes and listen to my voice until it’s all that is left in your mind. Then you’ll officially be mine.”

Lia was all but resting her head in Bea’s hand. Her body slumped against the table as she leaned even further than she already was. She didn’t even react when she accidentally knocked her teacup onto her lap. Nothing else mattered but those sapphire eyes. All she could focus on was being as close to Bea as possible. Even now they were close enough to share a kiss.

“Letting my words become your thoughts. Letting my will become yours.”

A kiss would let her be closer. She wanted to be closer.

“Sleep.”

Lia’s eyes fluttered shut and sunk deep into empty bliss.

Luckily the apron caught most of the tea.

Beatrice felt a bit guilty for not preventing that but she had been too caught up in the act. Truth be told, she’d never actually enchanted somebody like this. Oh sure, she’d entranced people to give suggestions or instill subtle commands, mostly just to help not see her sneaking out. She’d had meetings with those already under their thumbs in what she could only describe as maintenance of puppets. The art of enchantment was a skill she was quite proud of and yet the act of instilling her will to create a thrall was something she’d never done for herself.

Lia was, as it were, her first. And she was finding the experience much more intimate than she expected.

Perhaps being surrounded by those already far gone past the first stages had skewed her perceptions, but the staff always felt stiff and lifeless. Enchantment and just demanding was no different. Lia on the other hand was like putty in her hands, open and almost eager. Enchanting her was invigorating. Perhaps a fae instinct she’d never truly been able to act upon until now.

Beatrice guided the deeply entranced half-elf in taking off her apron and using it to clean up the parts of the mess it hadn’t caught. Given the circumstances she had her sit down on the couch.

“Sleep,” Beatrice whispered into her ear and caught her as she went limp. No drinks to spill this time. “Deeper and deeper. Sinking so deep that nothing but my voice can bring you back up.”

Lia smiled as though she was having a wonderful dream. Beatrice was going to lay her next to her but she couldn’t get herself to let go. The only enchantments needed were the eyes and never had any other servant inclined her to go beyond that. Yet her yearning heart demanded she continue cuddling with the entranced girl. To hold her close, make her feel safe and secure both in mind and body.

Protect her from what, though? Perhaps from Ida, Lia seemed to have some inkling of her mother’s dislike for her as well. She was very light too, Beatrice worried she was malnourished. That was a sad possibility, the types not to be missed were usually not in the best of circumstances and her mention of fearing the streets implied such a fate. Beatrice made a mental note to make sure she received proper meals to mitigate that.

Still, those were tweaks for later. For now Beatrice needed to set a baseline, a foundational enchantment as it were. Nothing too overbearing, the more she thought about it the more she decided she didn’t want a thrall. She wasn’t her mother. She gently stroked Lia’s hair as she began to whisper into her ear. “Now, I want you to repeat after me. I am a handmaiden.”

“I am a handmaiden,” Lia obediently replied.

“My purpose is to serve my lady.”

“My purpose is to serve my lady.”

“I live to serve and obey my lady.”

“I live to serve and obey my lady.”

“My lady is Beatrice von Closen.”

“My lady is Beatrice von Closen.” She swore Lia sounded more delighted to say that than the others.

“You may stop repeating.” Beatrice stifled a laugh as Lia cut herself off halfway through repeating that. “These are important parts of your being. If anything conflicts with them, I want you to tell me immediately. Even a hint of doubt will give you the urge to inform me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

Not much of a protection as she but it would let Lia warn Beatrice of any enchantments from outside sources without incurring the wrath of resisting them. It would not be good to have Lia telling Ida no to her face. “Now, let’s go over some rules. First, when you are in trance, I am your mistress. When you are not, I am your lady. You will address me accordingly. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” Lia said. While obvious at the moment, it was best to have a separation between her awake and entranced self. Beatrice had noticed she already seemed to be doing it naturally so she just cemented the idea.

“Good girl.” Beatrice got a rush as Lia squirmed in her embrace. Good to see that suggestion took hold. “Do you how you felt when you slipped into trance?”

Lia paused, then lightly nodded. “Yes, mistress.”

“Tell me.”

“Calm. Relaxed. Entranced.”

Beatrice nodded with approval. “I’m going to start to bring you up. You’re not going to surface, but instead reach that level feeling right beneath it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Okay, let’s begin.” Beatrice frowned as Lia whimpered. She had a feeling as to why. “Did you wish for me to compliment you?”

“Mhm,” Lia muttered, “Was I not good?”

“You’re doing great, don’t worry. Don’t think. Just listen to my voice.” Beatrice was glad she caught this early. That whimper hurt to hear. “That phrase is a reward. That doesn’t mean you aren’t doing well if you don’t receive it, ok?”

“Okay, mistress,” Lia said softly.

Beatrice pet her head. “Repeat. Obedience is pleasure. Serving is my reward.”

Lia sighed. “Obedience is pleasure. Serving is my reward.”

“Good. Now, what is your purpose?”

“To serve and obey my lady.” Lia was taking her suggestion well, she sounded proud saying that.

Beatrice nodded. “And what is fulfilling your purpose?”

Lia’s face scrunched as her muddled mind clearly tried to connect the thoughts instilled. She sighed as if a revelation hit. “A reward and pleasure, mistress.”

“Precisely, darling.” Beatrice smiled as Lia was beaming now. Still, even after fixing it she couldn’t help herself as she leaned in to whisper. “Good girl.”

A very small moan escaped Lia from the surprise praise. Beatrice was glad she didn’t have to try and hide her face heating up. She didn’t quite intend for that to be the feeling that phrase induced, but she didn’t exactly wish to remedy it. She just needed to make sure she didn’t say that when others were around.

Although, that sounded tantalizing. Lia standing at her side, embarrassed as she unable to resist a small moan from just a whisper of praise from her Lady. Beatrice never had such desires before. Now she had a cute girl in her lap, her mind at her mercy, and it was stirring things within her she did not know she could feel.

Beatrice buried the scandalous thoughts. She needed to focus. “With that settled, tell me again what you felt when looking into my eyes?”

Lia smiled. “Calm. Relaxed. Entranced.”

“Exactly. Now, feel yourself rising to the surface, your thoughts returning but still fully asleep. All you feel is calm, relaxed, and entranced. Up and up,” Beatrice sat Lia up to match her words. She turned her head towards her. “And open your eyes.”

Lia obeyed. They were dreamy, as if already lost in the eyes that were waiting for her. Otherwise she looked mostly back to her normal self. Just in a light trance.

As much as Beatrice enjoyed seeing the girl go under, she wanted to make sure there was consistency to how deep she fell. She couldn’t have Lia collapsing from a glance. “This is the state you’ll return to from my eyes alone enchanting you. Every time it’ll become more seamless, not even a trance but a reflex of your obedience. When in this state, everything I say is the truth. When in this state, everything that occurs is normal and when you leave it you will not feel any concern. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” Lia said with a bright smile, only a hint of it drooping.

“Let’s test it, shall we?” Beatrice stopped enchanting her.

Lia blinked a few times. She looked around as she patted her uniform. “Where did my apron go?” She glanced over at the table. “And weren’t we sitting over there?”

Beatrice noted she seemed confused but not concerned. Perhaps she should work on altering her perception when leaving trance entirely to not question things. Tweaks for later, for now her eyes glowed. “No, we were sitting here the entire time. Don’t worry about your apron.”

“We were sitting here the entire time. I won’t worry about my apron,” Lia repeated with a glassy look that lasted a few moments after her eyes stopped glowing. She then smiled brightly. “So, did I ?”

Beatrice couldn’t help but give in to that infectious smile she had. “Yes, darling. You are officially my lady-in-waiting.”

“Great!” Lia said with excitement. She stood up and gave a flimsy curtsey. “I’ll try to do my best. I live to serve you now, my lady.”

“I’m excited to see where this journey leads us.” Beatrice’s eyes glowed. This was testing the limits but also she was just having fun now. “However, you are not a half-elf. You are a cat.”

“I am a cat,” Lia repeated blankly. She blinked, staring with a very uncertain silence that made it unclear if she was fighting the suggestion or confused by its broad nature.

At least, until she meowed and then licked the back of her hand.

Lia knelt down onto all fours, her posture and attitude adorably accurate to a feline. She rubbed her face against Beatrice’s dress, meowing again, then jumped onto her bed. She yawned widely and even kneaded the blanket as a cat would before laying down.

Beatrice sat down next to her and gently petted her. Her heart was yearning again and while she still could not precisely pin what it desired from her, the warmth from this was sating it for now. Lia was so cute, leaning into her hand and smiling with enjoyment of her mistress’s attention. Although her uniform didn’t quite match up with her new feline identity. Of course no uniform would technically fit a cat.

The thought lingered as her mind started to wonder what kind of body that ill-fitted outfit hid. She gently stroked along the resting maid, running her hand along the curves of her body. Lia rolled to the side with her arms tucked in, allowing Beatrice to discover her chest certainly did not feel malnourished. She blushed as she realized she was all but feeling up her new handmaiden and yet the scandalous follow-up was already rising in her mind; Why leave it to the imagination? It wouldn’t even take more than a glance at this point, Lia would easily accept the fact cats don’t wear clothes.

Except if she was told this, would she just start acting annoyed as a cat being forced to wear clothes would, or would she quickly remove the clothing that made her reality inaccurate? Suddenly the scandalous thought had curiosity to hide its intentions behind and her eyes started to glow. “Lia—”

The moment was rudely ruined by a knock at the door. Beatrice rolled her eyes, somehow she knew exactly who this was. She tilted Lia back to her original resting position, causing her eyes to slightly open with droopy confusion. “Enter.”

As expected, Lachesis walked in and smirked at the maid curled up next to her. “Enjoying ourselves, are we?”

“What I do with my handmaiden is my concern alone,” Beatrice said. Lia perked her head up with her eyes locked on the maid and an expression of accusing suspicion. It was interesting to see what was most likely Lia’s feelings coming through the animalistic responses. She must have a wariness towards Lachesis. “Is there something you need?”

“Well, I heard through the grapevine about Lia’s new position and hoped to borrow her to get a proper set of outfits in the works. Seeing as the Seelie Soirée is , I would like to get a rush on making your pet presentable.”

“If you’re willing to put resources into that, I assume your prediction for how long Lia will last has extended beyond a week?” Beatrice asked. She pet Lia’s head, causing her to lean into her palm.

“Oh certainly. Now that she’s in your hands, I wonder if she’ll ever leave.” Her tone implied that was her plan all along but then again, she always implied that. Lachesis could make decisions as innocuous as butter or jam sound like something she influenced. “May I borrow her tomorrow for a fitting?”

Beatrice was uneasy despite it being such a simple request. “So long as she doesn’t leave your sight. She’s still fresh, I don’t want Atropos to break her out of spite.”

“Of course, it should be her lady that breaks her in,” Lachesis said with a mischievous smirk.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes and put a defensive hand on Lia’s shoulder. Not as intimidating as she’d hoped as the enchanted handmaiden licked it in response. “May I ask what you are trying to invoke me to do?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You need to practice those fae eyes you have and that girl is receptive. A perfect test doll.” Lachesis smiled coyly. “Think of all the things you could do with a pretty girl like her wrapped around your finger?”

Beatrice hid her face. She couldn’t know. She was certain Lachesis couldn’t read minds, she couldn’t possibly know her fantasizing. “That would be quite immoral.”

“Interesting choice of words considering the state of your pet right now, but you always were a spoilsport,“ Lachesis said, “Still, you need to practice building enchantments, even with your talent of coercing to the core so smoothly. You can only improve so much in the mirror and I doubt you’re the type to go hunting like Clotho. Or tormenting the staff like Atropos.”

“Or pretending you’re not holding the strings, like you?” Beatrice asked.

“The Lady of the House holds all our strings, my lady. I’m just practiced in seeing the threads.” Lachesis eyed the window as the faint screech of Clotho echoed. She sighed, gave a bow, and began to leave. “Enjoy your evening. I’ll set up a fitting for tomorrow.”

“Oh, and Lachesis?” Beatrice said before she closed the door. “Don’t call Lia a pet in front of her. Or me, now that I think about it.”

Lachesis looked like a wave of fatigue hit her. She raised an eyebrow. “Is that a command, my lady?”

Beatrice hadn’t even realized she was trying to enchant her. It was hard to describe how she used her eyes, usually it was akin to the feeling of glaring. She knew her eyes were glowing, albeit a rare moment she hadn’t intended to and thus closed them. “A request.”

“Hmm.” Lachesis turned away. She sounded disappointed but in what it wasn’t clear. “Very well, I shall keep it in mind.”

Beatrice would’ve been more off put if she wasn’t used to her tendencies. It was just Lachesis’s nature to be indirect. Growing up she’d always be dusting shelves containing novels she clearly thought would interest Beatrice or ask leading questions that usually helped her avoid her mother’s wrath. Considering Atropos was Ida’s lady-in-waiting, perhaps Lachesis had hoped Beatrice would take her in a similar manner.

That would explain her interest in Beatrice taking Lia as her handmaiden. It did not illuminate if that interest was out of love or jealousy, though. Maybe she should have made that request an order.

Or perhaps that comment was meant to invoke her to think about the distinction between commands and requests, thus making her more wary of something else. This was the dangerous rabbit hole that was trying to follow the threads woven by Lachesis. It was always better to not stress about where they led and instead make sure none were wrapped around your neck.

Lia was staring out the window with a pout. She looked worried, scared even. Clotho was on the hunt again, the hunting call must’ve spooked her. That was so odd for her to go out twice in a row, did the staff really need that many extra bodies for the soirée?

“It’s okay, darling,” Beatrice whispered as she stroked her hair. Lia closed her eyes and rubbed her head into her palm. She swore the girl was actually purring. Still, that fearful pout returned if she looked at the window. “No need to worry about what’s out there anymore. You’re safe here.”

Beatrice had seen the horrors of the city firsthand. The slums were filled with demons and devils warring like cats and dogs, as pointless as pigs squabbling over the quality of their mud. There wasn’t a middle class so much as a class that meets in the middle between living barely and barely living.

Who wouldn’t want to be taken away from all that? That thought didn’t feel like her own. After all, Beatrice could attest that some prefer dirty freedom over pristine prisons.

Then she heard the tearing of fabric.

“Lia! Down!”