The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

CHAPTER 1

James is breaking up with his girlfriend tonight. He has thought about doing this before, but this time, it is for real. He is fed up! He has had enough! This must end… and it ends today! He practices his break-up speech in his mind, trying to gain enough confidence to see it through. “Jackie, oh, Jackie, you are out of my life, like... forever!”

It is a shame that things had to end like this: they could have been really happy together, for a really long time, maybe even forever. He perfectly re the first night he saw her: she looked like a bee queen, all dressed up and sexy, with her long legs, short hair and piercing blue eyes. She was giving a speech to her female friends about girl power, how they needed to fight against patriarchy, and take control of their lives, their bodies, their decisions, their destinies… Take control of their men!

James overheard it all, and decided to give her a lesson: he approached her, exuding his natural sex appeal, and sarcastically slow-clapped at her.

“You are very eloquent, I can’t deny that… even if you are completely wrong about everything”

“Oh, is that so?”, she replied, rising an eyebrow and grinning.

“Yes. That IS so. Women are... like... naturally weaker than men, they are naturally designed for taking care of their man and their kids. In the old days, men hunted, and women stayed in their caves… like... vacuuming, or whatever they did back then. Without a man, women cannot fulfil their true purpose, and they become bitter hateful bitches. Otherwise known as feminists”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I don’t need a man to ‘fulfil my true purpose’, believe me”

“Are you telling me that you don’t need a man… like... for anything?”, he asked, teasingly.

“Well, there might be a thing or two… but I don’t need a man for that, just certain parts of him”, she replied, without skipping a beat.

Right then and there, he knew that he had met his match.

Less than half an hour later, they were in his apartment, drunk, naked and sweaty, rolling on his bed. They fucked like rabbits that whole weekend, in every position imaginable, in every room of the house, and satisfying their every fantasy. She was even happy to go along with his foot fetish, offering her incredibly silky feet to give him the best footjob he had ever received without having to pay for it.

And later, while he regained his strength by playing on his Xbox, she cooked for him, tended his every need, took care of him like a true housewife. She even bought him a new, very expensive, top of the line Virtual Reality set for his console, less than a month into their relationship!

“That’ll show her!”, he thought: the feminist bitch had been turned into a devoted submissive girlfriend with just the power of a good cock.

However, at some point, which James can’t identify clearly (in fact, these past months seem blurry, as if covered by some kind of mental fog), things took a strange turn in their relationship dynamics: she moved into his apartment without even asking, changed everything around the house to make it more feminine, stopped cooking and cleaning for him and started bossing him around. Soon he was doing all the house chores while she rested on the couch and polished her toenails.

And suddenly he, the alpha male, the womaniser, the proverbial Casanova, feels emasculated, weak, totally dependent on Jackie’s approval for everything, scared of her even! He doesn’t flirt anymore; he doesn’t even look at other women without feeling guilty! He cannot sleep well if he is not by her side, he doesn’t enjoy his hobbies anymore, he can only masturbate thinking about her, and can only cum with her permission… What kind of a man allows this? What kind of a man has he become? A beta, or even worse, a sigma?

Well, that does it. Enough is enough. Today is the day that he is going to break up with her. That bitch is gone! Like… forever!

When he gets home, he finds Jackie reading a magazine on the sofa, wearing her blue pijama shorts and a white tank t-shirt which highlights her perky tits. James has to it, against his will, that she looks absolutely gorgeous, even in such a simple outfit, and for a moment his determination falters. And it falters even further when he notices that Jackie is barefoot, and her deliciously soft and pale soles are on display.

“No!”, he thinks. “I won’t be manipulated again! This ends today!”.

He approaches Jackie, who leans forward to kiss him distractedly on his lips before going back to reading. James sits on the couch next to her, goes over his prepared speech one more time in his head, and then takes Jacie’s magazine away from her hands.

“Listen, Jackie, we need to talk”, he says, trying to sound strong and assertive.

“Oh?”

“I am breaking up with you”.

Jackie raises an eyebrow and grins, with an expression that she recognizes very well from previous discussions; other than that, she doesn’t move a muscle.

“You are breaking up with me? Really?”

“Yes, I am. This is not working for me; in fact, it is the opposite of working. You have changed me, you have broken me. Before dating you, I was a strong, independent man, a leader, a winner. I went out with my friends, I made out with girls, played sports, travelled around, slept around… And now... now...”

As James speaks, Jackie’s grin widens.

“Now, since I am with you, I feel weak, I cannot make decisions without your approval, I can’t even think straight for most of the day. If I look at another girl’s tits, I feel bad and come back running to you. I don’t enjoy watching sports because you don’t like them. I only like eating the food that you cook for me: without you, I would starve. I don’t know what you have done to me, but you have turned me into a sigma, a complete pussy! And I was the alpha male! This must stop! And it stops… like... today!”

“Is that what you really think?”, Jackie asks with a chuckle. “That I have made you weak?”.

“Yes!”

“And how did I do that, exactly?”

“I don’t know! You seem to have manipulated me somehow… or… drugged me or whatever. It doesn’t matter. I am leaving, and that’s that”.

“Well, if that’s what you think, then that’s what you should do”.

James feels a wave of relieve run through him when he hears that. A short-lived relieve...

“However…”, Jackie continues, and before ending the sentence, she repositions herself, leans back on the couch and crosses her legs in front of her. In that new position, one of her beautiful bare feet is dangling in the air, from side to side, teasingly, displaying her perfectly pedicured toenails and her delightfully high arches just in front of James’s eyes.

“However… there is another option that you have not considered”, she continues, wiggling her toes as she speaks. “Maybe I didn’t make you weak, maybe I just unveiled your true nature. I mean, if you feel so weak, maybe it is because you ARE weak, don’t you think?”

James swallows and tries to look away from her dangling foot, tempting as it is. In order to regain his composure, he goes back to his memorized speech, although it is starting to sound less convincing, even to him.

“I am not weak, I am an alpha male! At least, I was before I met you. All my life I’ve been top of my class, no matter in what area: sports, love, work, everything. I was confident! I was strong! I was… I was… like...”

His voice trails off, as his eyes become involuntarily fixated in the hypnotizing movement of her foot, from side... to side... from side... to side...

She smirks fiendishly: her hypnotic techniques are getting the desired effect on him.

“Go on”, she invites, turning her ankle around, allowing for the light to reflect and sparkle in her polished toenails.

“I was a… I was an alpha… male… You somehow… like… I don’t know… You did something to me… And now I want out. I want you out. Please. Like... I don’t… need… or want…”, he trails off.

Jackie allows for a moment of silence, during which she keeps dangling her foot mesmerizingly, knowing that with each ing second James is going deeper and deeper into her hypnotic control.

“You don’t want me? You don’t need me? Is that what you are trying to say? See? You can even finish your own sentences! You just keep looking at my feet! How can you be a strong man, James, if you can’t even look into my eyes when we are having a serious conversation?”

She wiggles her toes teasingly, making her toenails sparkle again under the white ceiling light.

“No, I am not… I can look at your feet, I mean, your eyes... I... I mean… I’m confused”.

And indeed he is: the movement of Jackie’s foot, swinging back and forth, back and forth, from side to side, from side to side, and the sparkles from her toenails that hit his eyes in regular intervals are making his brain become foggy. He can feel his mind starting to twirl and lose grip.

Jackie’s smile becomes even more malicious, as she keeps swinging her foot seductively.

“Confused, are you? That’s cute”.

She sits closer to him, making sure that he can feel the pressure of her tits against his arm, and runs one of her fingers gently down James’s cheek.

“Truth is, James, you are too weak to even look away from my perfect feet”

“I am… not.. weak... I...”, repeats James, trying to regain his focus.

“If you are not weak, then, James, just look away from my feet. Tell you what: if you can look away from my feet in five seconds, I will leave your house immediately. But if you can’t, well, that would mean that I am right: that you are weak, that you have been weak all along, and in that case I would demand a full apology from you. So, what is it going to be?”

“I… I…”, James stutters, while trying to gain all of his remaining willpower and look away from Jackie’s sexy arches, soles and toes.

“Let me count down for you. Five. Four. Three. Two. One… Time’s up, James, and your eyes are still fixated on my feet. Which means that I was right: you are a weak, weak man, you are nothing but a worm, and you are going to apologize to me right now for trying to live me”.

A strong urge to crawl down, humiliate himself, apologize and kiss her feet invades James: a desire to acknowledge his weakness and submit completely to Jackie’s control. However, he gathers the very last inch of will power, and tries moving her head just a few inches towards the side. Jackie notices it, and places her hand behind his neck, delicately redirecting his head again towards her swinging, sexy foot.

“It’s too late now, dear. You can’t look away now. Just look at your Mistress’s perfect foot. Feel how much you want it. Don’t fight it, if you are a good boy I will allow you to crawl to the floor and kiss it. You just have to it that you are weak”.

“I want... I need… it... but I won’t. I won’t”

“You won’t?”, she asks, mockingly, massaging James’s neck in a way that increases his dizziness and makes his head spin. “Look how pitiful you are. Trying to resist your own desires, your deepest and truest desires. But don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you. I’ll show you how much you crave my feet, and how good it is to submit to that craving. Come on, stop fighting, kneel before me and worship my feet”.

“What... what are you doing to me... stop... I... cannot... think...”, says James, while he tries to liberate his neck from Jackies grip.

She giggles, and keeps rubbing her neck following the same rhythm of her swinging foot, pressing her warm body against his. She knows the exact pressure points that she needs to touch in order to slow the blood that gets to his brain, making it hard for him to even conjure a simple thought.

“Oh, poor little worm. You know that you cannot resist my feet. I can see your huge erection pressed against your pants. You cannot resist me. You have never been able to break up with me. You always end up naked, on the floor, masturbating furiously until you cum on my soles. So why fight it? You cannot win, you never win. The less you fight, the sooner you can indulge in your fetish, once more”.

And hearing those words, little pieces of the past come back to James’s memory. Truth is, this is not the first time that he has tried to break it off with her. In fact, this must be the tenth or eleventh time, if not more. And every time he tried... every time he gathered enough strength to confront her, she hypnotized him with her feet, submitting him completely to the power of her toes and soles…

“You... you are... hypnotizing me! I… must… resist…”

“Resist? Don’t be silly, dear. There’s no need for resistance. No chance of resistance. You see, whenever you try to resist me, I simply use my hypnotic powers to make you feel even more... addicted to me. You will never be able to break free of my control”.

“How... why...”

“Don’t fight it, honey”, she says, placing his right hand on his growing erection. “Deep down, you love feeling weak and helpless for me, darling. You crave the idea of letting go and submitting to my power. There’s nothing you can do about it. That’s who you are, a powerless, mindless slave to my glorious feet. You are my slave, you are weak, I am so much more powerful than you are. Your mind is filled with images of my sexy feet, your heart is filled with desire for my feet. Now, why don’t you just accept your fate as my little slave, and worship my soles, darling?”

And with those words, whispered in a way that sends shivers down his spine, all the way to his crotch, James’s will is finally and utterly broken. He kneels down on the floor in front of Jackie, and starts licking and sucking on her delicious feet, like a dog.

She watches with satisfaction as James finally gives in. Her perfect soles are now being adored by his tongue and lips, and she can’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Yes, dear. That’s exactly what I want you to do. Worship your Mistress’s perfect feet”.

“Oh, yes...”, James moans as he indulges in his deepest desires.

She runs her fingers through his hair, and places her other foot on his shoulder, pushing him down, while he keeps running his tongue through each of her delicious toes.

“, dear. You are mine. You belong to me. I own your mind, your body, and your soul. You are my little slave, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Enjoy worshipping my feet, and knowing that you are completely under my control”.

“I… belong... to you...”, James says while he continues sucking Jackie’s soles. And as he licks and sucks and bites Jackie’s feet softly, his cock hardens even further and his mind gets lost in a fog of total submission.

“My Mistress…”

She smiles, pleased with James’ complete surrender.

“Yes, dear. I am your Mistress. You are my devoted slave, and you will serve me faithfully for the rest of our lives together. Now, continue worshipping my perfect feet. They are the key to your eternal servitude”.

“Yes... Mistress...”

James feels Jackie’s foot on his shoulder, pushing his identity and his memories down, replacing them with pure devotion to his foot goddess. He cannot think, he cannot resist, he doesn’t want to resist; all he wants is to explore every each of her feet, from toes to ankles, over and over.

“Good boy. Keep showing your appreciation for my lovely feet. Kiss them nicely, and let me know how much you love being my devoted slave”.

“Yes... goddess...”

James continues kissing Jackie’s soles and placing them on his face, mouth and nose, inhaling their divine scent. In the meantime, Jackie keeps repeating her conditioning mantras, brainwashing him even further: “You are my slave. You love to serve me. You are mesmerized by my feet. You have no will power. You only live to serve me. I am the source of all your pleasure. Your body, mind and soul belong to me. I can already feel your mind becoming even more enraptured by my power. I am your everything, and you exist only to please me and serve me”.

Feeling the touch of her goddess’s feet on his face and listening to her endless brainwashing mantras, a new rush of pleasure shakes James’s body. He then lies down on the floor, offering his body to his Mistress

“Please, goddess, trample all over me, caress me with your soles, make me cum with your feet, I beg you”.

Jackie smiles, delighted by James’ complete submission and willingness to offer himself up to her.

“Very well, dear. I shall indulge you”.

She steps on his chest with her bare foot, pressing down with all her weight, driving deep into his flesh and eliciting a gasp of pain and pleasure from him. Then, she playfully slides her other foot over his body, tracing sensual patterns on his skin.

“Enjoy the feeling of being crushed beneath my perfect soles, dear. Know that you are nothing but a plaything for me to enjoy and manipulate as I see fit”.

“Thank you, Mistress. I am yours”

Then, Jackie moves her right foot closer to James’s crotch. He can feel the erotic heat emanating from her sole as she speaks to him in a commanding tone.

“Rub yourself with my foot, pathetic slave”.

James grabs her foot with both hands, closes his eyes in exquisite agony, and starts rubbing his shaft with her goddess’s sole. His mind keeps playing Jackie’s mantras as she pleasures himself with her delicate silky soles.

It does not take long before his orgasm starts building up inside his cock.

Jackie watches with amusement as James struggles to release his pleasure, knowing full well that she has complete control over him.

“Ah, look at the pathetic sight, dear. You can’t even resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. But you know that you are not allowed to cum without my permission. I could keep you on the edge for days if I wanted too, without release”.

James doesn’t respond, he is too focus absorbing the intoxicating sensation of feeling his Mistress’s sole thrusting his penis; of her delicate toes playing with the tip of his cock, sending wave after wave of pleasure though his spine. In his mind, Jackie’s mesmerizing mantras keep echoing and amplifying, erasing any trace of will or resistance.

“I can’t cum, Mistress. Please allow me to cum!”

Jackie thinks about torturing James longer, but then decides that he has suffered enough.

“Very well, dear. I will count to three, and then you may release your pent-up seed upon my perfect foot. One… two… three!”.

“THANK YOU, MISTRESS”, he screams, feeling his climax crashing over him and tensing every muscle of his body. Wave after wave of pleasure emanates from her Mistress’s silky sole and shock his body and his mind, annihilating him. He convulses on the floor, throwing his sperm all over her Mistress’s foot, over the carpet, over his own body, a never-ending explosion that leaves him breathless and numb.

As the orgasm slowly subsides, he gasps for air and tries to regain control of his body and mind.

She watches with satisfaction as James’ body shakes from the intensity of his orgasm.

“Now, you may catch your breath and sleep a little while. But soon enough you will be asked to perform another act of submission for me, my foot slave”.

“Thank you, goddess. I am yours to command”

She smiles, pleased with James’s continued obedience and willingness to serve her.

“That’s a good boy. Now, close your eyes and sleep”.

As soon as she says those words, a thick fog of sleep falls over James’s mind, and he es out, dreaming about Jackie’s glorious feet and his never-ending devotion for her.