The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The doctor’s surgery was full; as crowded as it was, one patient was very alone. Marguerite was detached, trying to analyse her issues. How could she explain this to Dr Clements without revealing her deepest secrets? It all began when she met Sherrie at university; they had been roommates. Initially, their relationship had been pure friendship. Slowly, Sherrie became more controlling as the term ed by, suggestive scenarios becoming commonplace. Marguerite had just laughed them off; when the touching began, she had repulsed Sherrie’s increasing sexual interest in her. From somewhere, the suggestions seeped into her fantasies, becoming intensely appealing. Marguerite became open to Sherrie’s groping; occasionally, she responded in kind.

This puzzled her; she had never felt an attraction to other girls, just Sherrie, and it was becoming obsessive. When the sex finally happened, it blew her away, but it was pure lust. There was no love on either side. Whatever lust made for a very intense relationship, had nothing happened, Marguerite would have immersed herself in the lesbian lifestyle.

Then it happened; she met Ben; it was not love at first sight, but the attraction was mutual. She was open with Ben and confessed that she was in a lesbian relationship. It was during the last week of term that her feelings clarified, and they were real; she had met her real soulmate. Sherrie noted a change in Marguerite with concern, but it was when her advances were rejected that she flew into a rage. Frightened but confident in her relationship with Ben, she told Sherrie that she was getting engaged to Ben.

To say that Sherri was disappointed would be an understatement. The roommate simply exploded; she would never forget her threat.

“You are mine, you slut. After all I have done for you! You will regret this. I will hunt you down and get you back from the Neanderthal! I don’t care how long it takes—this is my promise! It was my mistake to pick you, thrall, but a much worse mistake is yours—you don’t seem to realise—that is for life! For your life, thrall, however long that may be!”

“Mrs Duchamp to Room 10. Dr Clemence”.

Marguerite stood and walked down the narrow corridor. Still uncertain of how to handle this, she struggled to feel at all comfortable.

The discussion he had overheard between Mother and Sharon was most useful in writing his introductory note to Clemence. Richard had already planned the small clinical study; it would need fifty women to sign up, twenty-five of whom would get a placebo. The treated group involving twenty-four would receive unadulterated Flibanserin.

Only one would get the sequentially altered Flibanserin. All tablets would look identical except that an almost undetectable alteration in the bar code would ensure he medicated Marguerite individually. The initial trial would run for one month with the possibility of extension to three months for those who would like to continue. The altered drug would only be secreted during the second month of use; the designed side effects would then arise. Chuckling to himself, almost a double-blind study, nearly perfect science; one of his specialties.

He finished his recommendations with the criteria for candidate selection.

Age range 40 to 45 with indications of early onset menopause: A confused state of mind with aspects of clinical depression: Mild paranoia: Loss of libido, with or without partners.

Richard grinned as he pressed send; this should make Marguerite a natural fit for the study. Leaving his room, he wandered down to the sauna, hopefully the sapphic session would be over. In was uncertain; Mother and Sharon were skilled in all aspects of tantric sapphic sex.

Walking through the sauna doors, Richard sighed with satisfaction. Sharon now lay beside her mother on a separate recliner. Standing back a little from the pair, he listened to their conversation.

“If you are careful with this, you can confuse both targets’ feelings. It is good that you didn’t tell Katie about her mother mouthing your name when she came!”

“Oh, why?”

“Because it wasn’t your name!”

“What?”

“It was Katie’s name! Just think of how she would take that! Tell me how much sex Katie needs, not wants, but actually need?”

“Daily, ideally several times a night”.

“Fantastic, lucky you! Having set the seed of her mum wanting her, advise her as a friend that she should take care of her mum’s desires. Also, not doing so is what is making Marguerite unhappy. Then just repeat it occasionally when you are having sex, not too often, but always as she is about to come!”

“I don’t think Katie would go for that. I know her too well...”

“I haven’t finished! Leave it a week and then tell her I have called you away on family business. It’s complex, and you will be gone for a couple of weeks. It’s amazing what a period of frustration can do, and of course they will be home alone!”

Richard looked at his mother with iration. No need to wonder where he got his inspiration from.

“Morning, Marguerite, and how’s life?”

“Fine, Doctor, thank you...”

Marguerite lost control. Tears coursed down her face.

“I’m sorry, Marguerite, please be as open as possible. That way I can think about the therapy to help you. Maybe you need psychotherapy or drugs. It could be something as simple as a hormone imbalance. Now, over to you!”

Graham Clemence sat back in his swivel chair, adopting as unthreatening a pose as he could. Over the next twenty minutes, he said nothing. He just nodded, spreading his hands in sympathy as needed. Once he was sure that Marguerite had exhausted the subject, he sat forward, holding her hands in his.

“From what you tell me, Marguerite, it looks as if you are suffering from severe menopause symptoms at an early age; how old are you...”

“I’m 44, almost 45 years old”.

“Good Lord, I would have put you in the mid-thirties”.

For a second, Marguerite beamed, then it was gone. At least he had got one positive reaction from her.

“I’m going to hold fire on the tablet side now. Between you and me, I am about to undertake a new drug study with Mayfield Pharma. I think you are an ideal fit. Do you have the NHS app?”

“Yes, I do”.

“Then I will be back in within the next week. Would you consider ing a trial?”

“I would like to. Anything to get my emotions and sleep patterns back to normal!”

The early morning sun streamed through the bind, coaxing Sharon out of a deep slumber. Throwing the sheets off herself, she padded across the deep plie carpet to the en-suite. She wondered for a second whether she should clean her teeth; there was something sensual about having mum’s taste in her mouth. Loading the toothpaste and switching on her toothbrush, she smiled. Thinking about it, she had plenty of time today to refresh the flavour. When the toothbrush buzzed, she washed out her mouth before stepping into the shower.

Pinpricks of water woke her up; she loved the feel of the flush ceiling rain shower. Setting it on pulse, she soaped up her body and let the stimulating flow reach her most tender spots. She managed the urge to jerk off; why go for solo pleasure when the ultimate awaited her? Soon she was dry and dressed. Humming softly, she made her way to the breakfast room. To her disappointment, Sherrie was nowhere to be seen. Kimmy was busy preparing her own breakfast. That irritated Sharon intensely; had she ignored her, the thrall should have immediately attended her.

“Kimmy, stop that now! Throw away the garbage you are making and come to me now!”

Sharon moved to a high stool and sat on it, dangling her slim legs and kicking off her sauna slippers. Pointing to her bare feet, she nodded to Kimmy.

“Pedicure?”

“Not this time, just a warm mouth wash, and make it snappy!”

Positioning herself on the floor, smiling, the thrall delighted in her moment. Her sinuous tongue slipped between her teeth and ran along the sole of Sharon’s right foot. Kimmy grinned as her work brought a shudder from her mistress. A sound distracted the shivering girl; turning, she saw her mother come in from the corridor. Unusually, she was sweating and pulling a damp tracksuit away from her body.

“Mother, mistress—have you been jogging?”

“I have none of us is getting any younger, and I need to keep this body as trim as I can! Do you mind if I use your thing?”

“Thing? Oh, Kimmy! Feel free!”

Kicking off her trainers, Sherrie sat down on a stool beside Sharon. For her part, the thrall shuffled across and took the five sweaty toes straight into her mouth.

“So did she always have this fetish?”

“No Sharon. When I first had her, she hated it and fought hard to avoid carrying out such a simple task. So, I concentrated my efforts, perverting her into what you see now. A mere foot stool!”

Sherrie laughed at her own joke.

“Watch and learn, Sharon. Thrall Kimmy, you may come, but only by worshipping my daughter’s feet”.

Kimmy grinned, pulling away from the half of Sherrie’s foot that was pushed deep into her gullet. Crouching, she lined her groin up with Sharon’s shin, then she moved gradually closer until her saturated pussy pressed hard against the bone. Sliding a snail trail down her mistress’s daughter’s leg. On reaching the foot, Kimmy groaned and polished her clitoris on Sharon’s big toe. In one deft movement, she gently twisted Sharon’s foot and swallowed it into her accommodating slit.

Sherrie watched as her daughter’s eyes widened as her right hand sneaked down to her own pussy. Kimmy, for her part, impaled herself further on to the now slick foot. Several hard thrusts were enough to bring the thrall off; her eyes rolling back, she fell backwards, landing on the hard floor. Shuddering and screaming for all she was worth as the climax rolled over her.

“How long since she came? That was one mighty orgasm! I want to train Katie to be so compliant!!”

“Kimmy’s last orgasm? Around six weeks ago, keeping them on edge for so long is cruel but fun, for us. We shall train Katie; once the girl is sleeping with her mother, bring her down to me. We’ll work on her together! When I found Kimmy, she was just a cage fighter. I was in a muscle babe mood for a while. Look at her now, a masochistic thrall slut. Now that is progress! Isn’t it love?”

Kimmy just smiled and whispered.

“Thank you, mistress!”

“So what did the doctor say to you, Mum?”

“It sounds as if it’s just the menopause kicking off a bit early. Apparently, there’s a new wonder drug, and I will be in the clinical trial soon. So, you can stop worrying, Katie, love!”

“Great, how soon, Mum?”

“Next week, by the sound of it!”

“Good, good. Do you mind opening up to me?”

“What about? My chat with Graham?”

“Oh, on first-name with the Dr, are we? No, not that...” Katie paused. “About Sherrie. What broke you two up?”

Marguerite’s face fell. She swallowed hard.

“I suppose it was Ben, but even before his appearance I felt uncertain of Sherrie; she was great as a roommate and friend, but she always pushed at my boundaries. I could tell she wanted more than I could give. She was way too touchy-feely for me, and I was as straight as an arrow—then. She had a habit of turning herself on every night, just a few feet away from me.” Marguerite hesitated.

“This went on for some time; I suppose eventually the sound and scent of her got to me; one night I got up and crossed the room, snuggling up to her in bed. That night we became lovers, but there was no love, just sex. Great, mind—blowing sex but nothing more. I met Ben, and the attraction was strong; his brown puppy-dog eyes used to follow me around campus. We simply fell in love, I felt so natural, so unlike my time with Sherrie. Soon after I broke up with her, she hated me for it”.

“So true love over infatuation?”

“I’m not so sure; Sherrie just had a hold on me, almost controlling. I still don’t know why!”

“That sounds scary, Mum!”

“It was—thinking about it now!”

“Your life story is sad. Then after finding someone, Dad gets trashed by some hit-and-run merchant!”

“Yes, only two weeks after you were born. I was devastated. Still, bedtime, love—tomorrow’s another day!”

Katie found it hard to sleep; Mum’s story played on her mind. Why did some people have such rough lives? At least she didn’t share in Mum’s misfortune; sure, yes, she had lost her dad, but Mum had looked after her so well. Unlike Mum, Katie had always been drawn to other girls rather than boys. Now she had Sharon. On first meeting her, Katie thought she was just another over entitled bitch; but never judge a book by the cover! Sharon would do anything for her. She suddenly imagined Sharon bending over backwards for her.

The urge to satisfy herself sprang up; only a couple of days without her and it was way too much. Reaching over to her bedside cabinet, she found her vibrator. Alone, yet as always, she needed gratification. It was going to be a long night.