The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Juno Ranke sighed in relief when she entered the building and heard the beginning of heavy rains. For there was a serious thunderstorm going on outside and she had narrowly escaped becoming soaking wet.

Indeed, such a situation would be annoying everywhere but it would particularly inadvisable here. She was meeting Halle Rohmer, the head of the Steppenwolf Performance Hall, a venue for music, comedy and other performing arts. It was the one of the most sought after locations for performers. It was comfortable, paid very well and usually had a large audience. It also had a long waiting list

Indeed, these very aspects that required her presence (and the aforementioned meeting) at the building today. Juno was a fiddler and it was Steppenwolf policy that musician who wanted to perform for it had to provide a music sample of their work, a personal interview, and then and then personally perform a song or piece for them (after a brief additional interview). Through hard work and talent, Juno had ed the first two tests handily.

Moreover, thanks to a new piece she had written and a unique tweak to her instrument she was confident that she would this test with flying colours. Juno had been playing musical instruments from the time she was five. She had an almost supernatural talent for it. It started when she began playing piano with her mother. She learnt so quickly and played so well that she was enrolled in music classes for a variety of instruments. In addition to the piano, she had also learned how to play the violin and the trumpet.

However, the fiddle was her favourite instrument of all—and her instrument of choice when being hired for gigs. She loved the sound of the bow moving against the strings, its quaint design and feel, and the range of songs (including modern pop songs) she was able to play on it. The fiddle may have been an old-fashioned instrument, Juno was able to find new—and more importantly good—ways to play it.

Juno walked up to the receptionist and informed her she was here for an appointment. The receptionist said she would tell Halle Rohmer that she was here and that she would be called in when she was ready. In the meantime she could take a seat on one of the waiting room chairs. Juno did so.

Juno fidgeted nervously as she waited for her interviewer. Indeed, nervousness was inevitable despite her great skill (and her extensive preparation for the interview and practice of her musical piece). In addition, she was dressed appropriately for the interview. Juno was a petite woman who had just turned 23. She was wearing a brown corduroy dress with white sleeve, white tights that covered her from her wait to her toe tips, and a nice pair of black heeled dress shoes. While not an unattractive woman by any means, Juno was unlikely to come first in a beauty contest. She had a small round face with little brown eyes, wore glasses and had short red hair that was done in a pixie cut (she was bisexual after all). Nobody could accuse Juno of coasting through life on her looks alone. Of course, she didn’t need looks when she had talent and ingenuity.

About ten minutes later the receptionist called her name and told her to enter the third door on the left. She did so in eager anticipating of showing Halle Rohmer how beautiful Juno’s music really was.

2.

The venue owner saw Juno entered the room. “Hello Juno, my name is Halle,” she said extending her hand. “I’m very pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Juno responded as she politely shook it. If Halle could read minds she’d find out that Juno was very pleased to meet her. Halle was an absolute beauty and both women knew it. She was a tall black woman, aged 38 who was smartly dressed. She was wearing black camisole with a grey suit jacket, grey suit pants and black heeled dress shoes. She wore the jacket not only as a way to keep warm in the rain, but to hide her enormous breasts from the prying eyes of men. She was a businesswoman, not piece of meat or a curiosity object and she was not going to let other man treat her as such. Moreover she was happily married (to a white construction foreman named Irving Rohmer). Her body was off-limits to anyone else. Of course, she wouldn’t have that problem with her interviewee.

In addition to her amazing body, she had a very attractive face, with large cheeks, pretty blue eyes, sensuous lips and beautiful black shoulder length hair (which she decided to wear down).

“Please have a seat,” she said to Juno. The petite woman complied, thanked her, and sat on a wooden chair across from Halle’s desk.

So far, the interview was going swimmingly. Halle found Juno charming, knowledgeable about the fiddle and many other instruments, and well-credentialed. Halle asked her interview questions while Juno had her own. She asked and answered well.

“Well, Juno,” Halle complimented “You ed the speaking portion of the interview. Now all that’s left is to perform your song. Then you’ll be a shoo-in and play at our prestigious hall. You can play on the seat over there,” she said as she gestured to the next section of the room.

This section of the room was much larger than the rest. It had a piano, several outlets, an amplifier, a water cooler, and a nice wide-backed leather chair for performers to sit. “Are you ready to play for me?” Halle asked.

“Most definitely,” Juno responded. “I only have one question: will the noise of my performance disturb other occupants in the building?”

“Don’t worry, it won’t,” Halle reassured. She pressed a button from under her desk. “By pressing that button, I just made the room soundproof. No one will be able to hear your performance, except for you and me.”

“I see,” Juno said. “Then let’s get to it.

3.

It didn’t take very long for Juno to set up. Her act was a simple one she just took her fiddle out of a knapsack she had brought with her. The fiddle was sleek brown, just the right size, and very shiny (Juno had taken the time to polish it before coming). She also took out a strange looking bow, the likes of which Halle had never seen before. The blow was black but it had little pink and blue circles painted around its circumference in several areas. She sat on the chair.

“I am going to play totally new song I wrote just for this interview,” Juno asserted. “I call it Spellbinding Serenade. I hope you like it.”

“I hope so too,” Halle said as Juno began to move her bow against the strings.

Juno was off. She began to play her heart out and it showed. The song was amazing, starting with short notes of music, then long ones, then quick ones, then slow ones. Then the tempo of the song skyrocketed, producing loud but beautiful music. Indeed the music was so beautiful it seemed to drown out anything and everything else in the room. For Halle it was like having her senses immersed in a rainbow of beautiful sights and sounds. The crescendos were exhilarating, the key and pitch were perfect the transitions were seamless. It was like she was lost in the music. She was lost in the music. She let everything else slip away any other sights, sounds, sensations, and thoughts. Yes, she had to drop all thoughts and listen to the music. Just listen to the music and pay no attention to thoughts. She just had to listen and let the music take over. Juno was now reaching the end of her song. When the last note died she lifted her head to look at Halle. She sat slumped in her chair, eyes closed.

“So Halle,” Juno inquired. “How was it?” She heard no response from the woman. “Halle,” she repeated “How was my performance?”

“Wonderful…” Halle quietly slurred.

“Indeed,” Juno said. “It was wonderful because it made you feel good. It was wonderful because it made you feel so relaxed, so comfortable, so blissful, didn’t it?”

“Yes…relaxed…comfortable…blissful,” she affirmed.

“Since I played the song, I am responsible, for how wonderful you feel, correct?”

“Yes,” Halle said softly.

“You want this wonderful feeling to continue, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” Halle responded with a little more emotion.

“For this feeling to continue you must obey me. You must do what I say without question or hesitation, Halle. Say it.”

“Must obey you…Do whatever you say without question or hesitation.”

Juno grinned mischievously: her plan had worked perfectly. You see, Juno was so skilled that she was able to create a melody that was able to get into the mind of its listener and if the listener was—like Halle—near enough to her in a finite space, Juno could take over the listener’s mind. It could not work with big crowds a much more advanced method would need to be used for that. However, it had clearly worked on Halle and Juno was ready to take full advantage of it.

“Halle,” Juno commanded. “Stand up and open your eyes, but remain deeply hypnotized.”

Halle did so, her body swaying in place, her eyes staring blankly ahead. “Halle from now on, whenever you are in this state you will refer to me as your mistress because that is what I am. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” Halle responded robotically.

“Disrobe Halle,” Juno ordered.

“Yes Mistress” Halle said, helpless to disobey and beginning to reach for her jacket. Juno was undressing herself too. She unzipped the back of her dress and shimmied out of it standing in her white underwear and tights. She removed her bra revealing two small breasts with even smaller nipples. Then she kicked off her heels and slid down her tights revealing lots of hairy red bush. Then she saw it.

Halle was now completely naked. All her clothes were in a pool on the floor. Her breasts were huge, looking like big chocolate ice cream scoops with two cherry nipples. Her tall frame, long legs, and nice round ass were sights to be hold. She also had some nicely trimmed black tuft.

“Now Halle,” June ordered “We are now going to make love. When I snap my fingers you will become overcome with lust and want to make love to me with all the ion you can manage. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” Halle said compliantly as Juno snapped her fingers.

Halle immediately licked her lips and ran towards Juno, and embraced her, almost taclkling her. Juno had both of them get on the carpeted floor of the room. Halle’s firmly pressed her lips against Juno’s. The redhead hummed in pleasure and kissed Halle back. Juno put her tongue in the woman’s mouth. The two women then began rolling around on the carpet, Juno’s white skin and Halle’s dark skin resulted in an interesting contrast. Juno couldn’t help but spank the black woman’s ass a couple of times during the kissing fest, earning a few gasps from Halle.

Juno went from kissing Halle’s mouth to exploring her whole body. Her first stop was Halle’s breasts she buried her head into Halle’s sizable cleave, moving her tongue up and down, tickling her. Halle giggled in response, clearly enjoying the feel of Juno’s tongue. Then Juno began to lick Halle’s breasts proper. Using her little pink tongue, Juno slobbered all over the two chocolate mounds. She made sure to pay careful attention to each mammary kissing and even nibbling at it, resulting in small yelps from Halle. Juno then tummy kissed Halle leading to happy sighs from the latter. Then she stroked her legs. Now it was time for the finale.

“Eat me out, Halle,” Juno commanded.

“Yes Mistress,” Halle panted.

Halle dove into Juno’s womanhood inundating it with nice long licks. Now it was Juno’s turn to gasp. Halle’s tongue felt so good, a nice little shower for Juno’s red bush. Seeing how much her mistress was enjoying it Halle redoubled her efforts. She licked harder and faster, and could see that her mistress was about to reach orgasm. About ten seconds later, she did. She was lucky that the room was soundproof because she let out a scream of ecstasy loud enough to shake the room as her white juices fell on the black woman’s face. 4.

About ten minutes later, both women were cleaned, dressed and back into their original positions. Juno was ready to give Halle her final instructions.

“Halle,” Juno ordered authoritatively. “When I snap my fingers you will awaken from your trance, refreshed and normal. You will not anything about our lovemaking or me hypnotizing you. You will, however, believe that my fiddling was the best you ever heard. The goes for the song I played. You will give me permission to play at the hall and will always provide me with gigs and opportunities. You will tell everyone you know how talented I am and to come and watch me perform. You will also recommend me to anyone looking to hire me in the strongest . Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress….always provide you opportunities…Tell everyone I know…about your talent.”

“As for my fee,” Juno continued as she ordered Halle to pay her a significant amount more than the going rate for performers at Steppenwolf (though the going rate was still generous). “Lastly, whenever you hear my voice and only my voice say the words ‘get lost in the music Halle,’ you will return to this trance and do whatever I command. all this but nothing else.”

“Yes Mistress,” Halle said for the final time today. Juno then snapped her fingers. Clarity returned to Halle’s vision and her mind was once again her own.

“Wow that was amazing!” Halle exclaimed. You may definitely play at the Steppenwolf Performance Hall. In fact you were so good I am going to arrange a performance date as soon as possible. The fee you suggested is fine. You are worth every penny. I will call you as soon as I can after I have a date in mind. Thank you so much for coming, Juno.”

“Coming here was my pleasure,” Juno responded. “Thank you for your time.”

The two shook hands once again and Juno exited the room. Her little experiment was a success and would be a stepping stone to bigger and better gigs. Of course, she and Halle would have many more private performance in the future. Indeed, she smiled mischievously thinking of all the scenarios where Juno fiddled as Rohmer served.