The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

little maria took a seat. She smiled nice and wide as Mistress sat on her desk and crossed her long, sexy legs. The guidance counsilor held a clipboard and smiled slightly. little maria liked that. The feeling of being, literally, on lower ground than Mistress-forced to angle her head up to look at her- just felt so right. little maria stared politely up at Mistress’ beautiful, kissable face. She loved Mistress’ lipstick, which was a deep red just like what her wonderful stepson wore.

“Do you feel comfortable, Mrs. Silkist?” Asked Mistress.

“Yes, Mistress. Very comfortable,” answered little maria. She felt so happy to be able to share such good news with her beautiful milfy Mistress. “Looking up at you like this feels very good, Mistress.”

“I’m glad, little lady,” Mistress said happily as she jotted something down on her paper. “And would you be more comfortable if I called you little maria, instead6?” little maria nodded happily. She loved that nickname. Mistress jotted something down, looking content. “Are you ready for counsiling, baby girl?” little maria’s heart fluttered in her chest with delight. She almost started blushing. Being called “baby girl” by a woman as beautiful as Mistress did lovely things to her brain.

Smiling so wide it almost hurt, little maria answered, “i would love some counsiling, Mistress. You give such wonderful advice, i would never tell you i wasn’t ready for your guidance.” She could practically feel Mistress’ hands on her head, gently helping her know where to look. How to position her body. What to pay attention to. Her life as an office worker was so stressful...

“Goood girl,” Mistress purred in a mildly unprofessional tone that thrilled little maria’s vulnerable trusting mind. She almost felt like a kitten- a tiny, adorable pet being loved on for simply existing. She loved the wonderful ways Mistress could help her feel about herself simply by changing the tone of her voice. The woman’s eyelids drooped with pride and pleasure, again pleasing little maria. “It feels soo comfortable to look up at me from below, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress,” answered little maria. She felt so good and so cozy. Nowhere in the world felt natural to her like being below Mistress did. “It feels so comfortable looking up at you.”

“And you agree that I am beautiful, and you trust me, and you look up to me?” Tittered Mistress.

“Yes Mistress,” little maria said. “i agree that you are beautiful, and that i trust you, and that i look up to you. Mistress is correct.”

“Good girl,” repeated Mistress. She grabbed a pen and held it up, her thumb rubbing the clicky button to emphasize it. “Do you know what this is?”

“A pen, Mistress,” little maria answered.

“Yes, good girl. Do you know what I trained into you regarding it?”

“No, Mistress. Should i, Mistress?” Asked little maria, failing to hide a sense of mild dread that attacked her at the thought of letting Mistress down. She paid attenti6on when Mistress taught her...

“You should not, baby. Good girl.” Mistress clicked the pen, then clicked it two more times.

little maria sat straight up instantly- almost violently. Her lips shot out into a smile practically too big for her face. She stared straight at Mistress, at her mouth specifically. Her mind narrowed all the way down to Mistress’ lips, paying attention to nobody and nothing else all the way down to her subconscious. Critical thinking, even the possibility that critical thinking might exist, vanished from her brain in a puff of smoke. She rested her hands politely in her cute little lap and her legs went totally still. She focused her totality of being solely on Mistress’ ripe kissable lips.

“Class is in session,” said Mistress.

“Yes Mistress, i’m here and ready to learn,” little maria squeaked without knowing what she was saying or why. Mistress leaned forward in place, her voluptuous bosom hanging outside little maria’s effective range of vision. The hypnotized girl saw nothing but Mistress’ lips.

“You love when your son gropes you.”

“I love when my son gropes me,” repeated little maria. She had no idea what she was saying. The words weren’t Mistress’ lips. The words were outside her understanding.

“Your son is sweet and cuddly.”

“My son is sweet and cuddly,” little maria said back.

“You want to date your son.”

“I want to date my son,” confirmed little maria. The issues with that relationship (the age gap, little maria being a married girl, her stepson’s existing relationship with her stepdaughter, the power imbalance) were not Mistress’ lips. little maria had no knowledge of them, just like little maria had no knowledge the words leaving her own mouth.

“I want to share Mare-Mare.”

“I want to share Mare-Mare.” It was true, not that little maria had any idea. Whether or not she wanted to have Merrick to herself before, she actively wanted not to now. Sharing her sweet little prince sounded much cuter. Not that she could hear the sound.

“Mare-Mare is the ideal boyfriend for you.”

“Mare-Mare is the ideal boyfriend for me.”

Mrs. Silkist came to her senses on her knees. She had her face pressed up against Mistress’ thigh and her eyes pointed straight up at Mistress’ gorgeous face. She quite liked where she was. As for how she got there...Mrs. Silkist had no idea. She doubted it was important, anyway.

Mistress petted her gently with slow motions and a little bit of pressure. Mrs. Silkist’s instincts told her to mewl happily and nuzzle the pearly white thighs in her face, which she happily did. She felt completely at home on her knees with her arms wrapped around her stepson’s guidance counsilor’s legs and her face nuzzled deep into the woman’s upper thigh. It felt like heaven to her.

“Does Merrick have any other older sisters, Mrs. Silkist?” The counsilor asked while looking down at her. Mrs. Silkist didn’t need to think about whether to answer, nor about how. She just blurted the words out instantly as if some outside force extracted them from her lips. That was just an effect that Mistress had on her from time to time and she liked it.

“Two older sisters, Airy and Ferry,” Mrs. Silkist said. “Airy is away taking college classes and Ferry is married.” Mistress jotted down some more notes. Mrs. Silkist lapped at the milky thigh before her to show her devotion. She heard Mistress giggle and took that as encouragement.

“Would you say that these two women are attractive?” Asked Mistress.

“Yes, Mistress,” Mrs. Silkist answered with no hesitation. “Both are beautiful, busty, and blessed with pretty faces.” She thought about her two oldest and felt mildly aroused by just how nice on the eyes they were. She smiled wider. “I love them so dearly.”

“Good girl. I think I’d like to meet them at their earliest convenience. This will not be an issue,” Mistress instructed.

“Yes, Mistress, of course,” complied Mrs. Silkist with an eager nodding of her head yes. She felt so happy to hear it wouldn’t be a problem. “They’d love to meet you, Mistress.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Silkist,” Mistress cooed. “I would also like your husband’s phone number. Is that an acceptable request?”

“Any request from Mistress is acceptable. Welcome, even,” Mrs. Silkist chirped. “Would you like me to recite it for you?”

“Yes, dear,” Mistress said. She smiled, pen at the ready. “Please.”

“No need to say please, Mistress. I live to please~”

Minerva’s mother answered the phone. Minerva breathed a sigh of relief but couldn’t quite put a finger on the reason why. She sat on a bench, with Peri seated right next to her. Peri looked very pretty that day.

“Yes, Minerva? I’m at work, do make it quick,” a tired and mature female voice said through her cellphone’s speaker. Minerva’s mouth moved on its own as she recited a script she didn’t . It was a strange feeling, and one that she found happening increasingly often. The girl tried not to think too hard about it. It couldn’t be that important, anyway.

“Hey mom,” Minerva said casually. “I’m going to be spending the day studying with Peri, so I won’t be coming home. I just called so you wouldn’t worry about me.” She blinked. Her mouth wanted to curl into a frown but it didn’t. She didn’t usually spring stuff like this, especially not on her mom. In fact, she NEVER did this kind of thing, and she would never announce it to her mom so authoratatively, let alone during her mom’s shift! There were procedures for this sort of thing!

“Excuse me, young lady?” Her mother asked angrily from the other end of the call. “You do not TELL me you’re not coming home, you ASK. Now what’s so important that—”

“Mistress said I needed a looser leash,” Minerva blurted out. Her voice sounded much less nervous than she felt. She was going to get into so much trouble...! Why couldn’t she just shut her mouth...? Her grip on her phone tightened fearfully as she prepared herself to get yelled at.

“Oh...she did,” Minerva’s mother sighed. Minerva felt something twist uncomfortably inside her at the way her mother’s voice leaked its emotions out over the course of the statement, and the way she spoke slowly and distantly. Her mother, an office worker at a law firm. The sharp, dilligent woman who had never even taken a call from her at work until...until...

She felt her mind’s fingers brush against something. It felt big, and important, and...obvious, even, but the moment she tried to focus on it the details turned liquid and slipped away. The feeling frustrated her so much she gave up almost immediately. Which was good, because her mother wasn’t done.

“You...do need a looser leash...” Minerva’s mother sighed. “You’re a woman now...you don’t need to be protected anymore.” Minerva didn’t like that wording but struggled to explain why. “I should...trust Mistress...obey...” that felt better. Of course her mom should obey Mistress. Obviously. Minerva’s mind turned its energy towards that instead of the vague troubling shadow and instantly everything felt better. “Of course you can spend the day with your friend. Have fun studying sweetie...would you like money to take Peri out?” That was odd, though, Minerva’s mom had never really liked Peri that-

She should trust Mistress. She should obey Mistress.

Ohhh...right. Of course. Even as one of her friend’s mothers, Peri and Minerva’s mom did have a relationship. That meant that Mistress had the authority, as a relationship counselor, to help them get along. That meant Minerva’s mom ought to obey Mistress. So if Mistress said to like Peri, of course Minerva’s mother would change her tune and happily Minerva and Peri’s relationship. There was no reason to treat this as suspicious, Mistress was just doing her job and helping everyone she could with their relationships. Minerva felt so proud of herself. In just the time she’d been speaking to Mistress, she’d made so much progress. The old her could never have accepted this as gracefully as she just had.

“That sounds lovely,” Minerva said, her own voice sounding a bit vacant this time. “Getting dinner with Peri sounds nice...”

“Okay, I’ll send you some, have a wonderful day,” Minerva’s mom said in an almost robotic monotone. A few seconds later Minerva heard something- her mother abruptly changing position in her office chair, probably. When Minerva’s mother spoke again she sounded much more like the woman Minerva knew. “Stay safe, dear. You know I worry.”

“I know mom. Kisses!” Minerva giggled and hung up. She turned to Peri and gave a thumbs up. Peri giggled happily at her.

“Take me out, hmm?” Peri teased with a grin. “To dinner?” Minerva blushed and tried to ignore how flirtatiously close her best friend was leaning in towards her. Peri looked so cute, so pretty...she had such nice little facial features...such a pretty little mouth...Minerva felt her lips wanting to drift towards it, like their faces were magnetized. She didn’t understand. It had always been Merrick she had a crush on, hadn’t it...? She’d never looked at Peri nor felt this way about her before! And yet...

“Uh...yeah...dinner,” Minerva murmered as her phone beeped. Must have been a notification about the money. She tried to look at anything, literally anything besides her best friend’s beautiful face, tried to ignore how Peri was scooching closer, how every time she did...that magical little face of hers...

“I guess I do owe you for my little freakout, still,” said Peri, softly stroking Minerva’s arm. “That was so silly of us. Getting in a silly fight over a boy like that...isn’t jealousy silly?”

“Yeah...silly...” Minerva felt the words slipping out of her mouth before she had time to think about them. It hadn’t been jealousy, though, had it...? It felt to her like her problems had been...a different issue...but for some reason she couldn’t ...

Peri planted a firm, impactful little kiss on Minerva’s cheek, then another on the opposite one. It felt so nice and...friendly. they were besties. Minerva’s insides felt hot and excited, just like she ought to. She stopped trying to look away. Peri’s face was so close and so beautiful Minerva didn’t realize she was lying back on the bench with Peri mischeviously atop her on all fours. The bench under her wasn’t comfortable but the soft hands pinning her to it were.

“I love you, bestie. Let’s go on a date,” Peri said. Her eyes were glassy and out of focus. “Like good friends.” The phrase ”like good friends” tickled a soft, vulnerable, jiggly part of Minerva’s brain. She just about blacked out.

“A date...” purred Minerva, smiling wide. Peri’s lips clamped around hers. She kissed back, her mind flooded with the delirious joy of sucking face with one’s bestest friend in public, during broad daylight. Both girls purred into each other’s delicious mouths and two bright pink nubs danced delightedly with one another. When they pulled away a thin sliver of spit romantically linked their mouths.

“Good girl,” purred Peri. “Thanks. I wanted to give Merry a day with his mom.” Before Minerva could ask about why, they were kissing again. Instinct moved Minerva’s arms for her, wrapping them around her best friend’s shoulders. She vigorously explored Peri’s dainty mouth with her tongue and completely forgot what she’d been thinking about. She just kissed, clung, and groaned performatively loudly like she felt best friends should while tonguing each other. Peri’s body draped itself over hers and pressed down, their big breasts squishing together nicely.

“Hey, uh, mom?” Asked Merrick, blushing. He checked his face with a pocket mirror. Perfect makeup, long flirty eyelashes, thick bright red lips, his entire face buttery smooth- the regular laser treatments were doing wonders for him. The face looking back at him was soft, pretty, and feminine. He liked it. He looked delicate and sweet and kissable, which was how he always wanted to look. Plus, his silky-soft blonde hair was tied back into a fluffy little ponytail today and that made him feel extra cute (thanks stepsis!).

“Yes, Mare-Mare?” Asked his stepmom. She looked at him with a smile. She was...so beautiful. Her soft graceful face and bright caring eyes felt so nice to look at. His stepmother’s big soft breasts helped calm his nerves.

“C-could we um...” he whimpered, twisting his feet around on the floor like a nervous schoolgirl asking her date to prom. “Maybe...go out, sometime...?” His face turned bright red. “As like...boyfriend and girlfriend...?” He felt so silly asking her this. She was young...ish...at somewhere around thirty eight years old but that still made her old enough to be slightly intimidating. Still, she was so beautiful and he...

Is such a momma’s boy, a comforting voice reassured him. Right. Of course. A momma’s boy like him had no reason to feel so scared. He had no idea why the prospect of asking her out had seemed so scary before. You want to be the goodest boy. It was true. He did want to be the goodest boy he could for her. Of course this was okay.

“Oh, I’d love to~” his stepmother trilled. “Oh gosh, dating someone so cute and pretty sounds like so much fun!”

Fun. The word yanked Merrick’s face into a comfortable smile. Fun. Mom would be a fun girlfriend. It sounded like the feeling was mutual. His mother pulled him into her lap and licked her lips. He stared adoringly up into her eyes, his arms hanging demurely in front of him. He squished his C-cup breastforms to appeal to her. She licked her lips again and his heart fluttered.

“You look so cute today,” his new girlfriend rumbled. “Did your sister help doll you up all special?”

“Yes, stepmom,” Merrick said appreciatively. His girlfriend was so kind and understanding and helpful. The model girlfriend, he could imagine Mistress calling her. “She did so well...I’m so pretty.” He wore a schoolgirl’s blue private school uniform, tailor made for him with help from Peri and Mistress. He felt so cute and comfortable, especially with a pair of Peri’s sexiest underwear under the pleated skirt. He loved the way it hugged his wide, curvy hips.

“She diiiid,” Maria Silkist said in a husky tone. She leaned closer and pressed her lips to his. They spent a moment together, lost in their first kiss as romantic partners. Maria wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. She hungrily probed at his mouth with an exploratory tongue. He melted in bliss which only made her kiss him harder.

After a while of that she pulled away and giggled at him for panting. She petted her stepson and took a second to marvel at his soft, lovely hair. “How about we get dinner?” She asked. “Somewhere nice, just the two of us.”

“But...you have a husband, don’t you...?” Merrick whimpered, only now catching up on the implications of their relationship. Peri approved, sure, but...

“Don’t worry about him,” Maria growled seductively in his ear. He went “eep!” and submitted, his heart full of love.