The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

That evening, the lounge was oddly quiet; no one knew how to approach Katie’s discovery. Marguerite broke the silence.

“I really thought it was you pleasuring me, Katie, honestly I did!”

Katie snapped back.

“Oh, and that is supposed to make it better, is it? My mum fancies me—great!”

Sharon pitched in.

“Well, you knew that. I told you so!”

“Shut up, Sharon! Why were you screwing my mum? Explain that one to me!”

“Simply put Katie to get the two of you together. It’s not as if you don’t have the hots for her. Is it!”

Katie flushed a deep shade of red…

“Fancying her and acting on it are two different things. It was just a fantasy, not reality!”

Marguerite jumped into the conversation.

“It was the same for me. Graham… My doctor told me so!”

Sharon grinned mischievously.

“Neither of you has caught on. You are blissfully unaware?”

Both chimed in.

“Of what?”

“I am your mistress! What I say goes…”

“What!”

“I am going to dial up slowly your need for orgasm. Right now, it is zero; let’s make it three…”

Marguerite’s eyes widened, she looked across at her daughter who shifted on the settee with a wriggle. The change was unexpected, but very real.

“Seven!”

Katie’s hands sank down and settled over the gap between her thighs; her fingers wriggled slightly. Her eyes were still fixed on her mum. Marguerite thumbed the lump on her right breast under her blouse. As she continued to stare at her daughter. Her lips parted slightly.

“Now I will dial up your desire for each other from zero to four. That will be fun!”

On the settee, Katie turned her head and gazed at her mum; her hands slid under her leggings and fastened their movements. Marguerite’s mouth dropped open; a finger slid between her lips, moving suggestively back and forth. A wicked smile formed.

“Seven!”

Marguerite moved to the settee and snuggled up to Katie, resting her head on her daughter’s shoulder, then she nibbled an exposed earlobe. Katie responded by unbuttoning Mum’s blouse and groping the wobbling boobs.

Sighs sprang from each of their mouths.

“To hell with it, Ten!”

Silently, Katie slipped down onto the floor; once there, she shot her hand under Mum’s skirt and yanked down her soaked panties. Then she sniffed them deeply before throwing back over her head. Borrowing under the skirt, her voracious mouth fastened like a limpet on to her now lover’s pulsing pussy. Ripping her blouse and bra apart, Marguerite pummelled her breasts aggressively, then she bent back her head and howled in newfound lust.

“I need to munch you too, Katie; give me your wet pussy! Now!”

Katie urgently pulled off her leggings and pants. She then clambered up on to her mum and repositioned herself. Marguerite stared upwards and watched as Katie’s delicious pussy descended towards her mouth. Her waiting tongue trembled in anticipation; seconds later it made firm and slurped her first pussy. Not only her first but the delicious cunt of her very own loved daughter. Katie’s murmur grew into a yell as Mum found her pearl and burnished it as if she were experienced.

The voyeuristic mistress began to jill furiously. Her plan was maturing; Mother would be so pleased. The very thought pushed her over the edge and to the first orgasm of what would be an exhausting evening with her new thralls.

Her voice was stern, but with some affection for them.

“Katie and Marguerite, from now on when you are alone your need for orgasm will be a ten and your desire for each other will be identical. If a mistress is present, she will control you as she wishes, as any good thrall would!” Sharon paused for effect. “Do you both understand and do you both agree?”

Pausing their urgent sixty-nine cunnilingus for a second, they murmured their heartfelt agreement.

“Now, my darling thralls… come!”

With a tremendous shout, Katie and Marguerite bucked against each other and squirted into their respective mouths.

“Now uncouple, come over here and kneel close in front of me. Open your mouths wide, as wide as you can!”

Sharon levelled her body and pointed her pussy towards Marguerite.

“Do not close your mouth as much as you may want to… and do not spit!”

A golden stream shot across the space between her and the unresponsive mother. Sharon grinned as her wastewater filled Marguerite’s mouth.

“Now, thrall, close your mouth and swallow hard!”

Marguerite instantly responded, gulping the precious fluid down.

Turning to face Katie, Sharon grinned.

“Your turn now, dirty Katie; do you want your fill too?”

“Please, mistress, I want a load of golden water too!”

Deep inside herself, Sharon celebrated. All her dreams had come to fruition. Now to show off… Mother will cream when she sees their performances.

Richara sat in her room at the manor gazing at herself in the dressing-table mirror. She liked what she saw; day by day her appearance improved. Her pretty face crumpled a little that feeling returned; something was not as it should have been. Shaking her head vigorously made the silly thoughts disappear; picking up the brush, she loosened her tight curls. There, done and back to abnormal. Her pampering was interrupted by nurse Vanessa’s arrival.

“My darling, you are so extremely pretty tonight; let me just perfect things for you, dear!”

Vanessa’s hands caressed Richara’s slim neck before delivering the contents of the syringe in her left hand skilfully into the surprised girl’s vein. Holding her captive carefully, V waited for the brief struggle to . Unceremoniously, she slung the unconscious form over her right shoulder and walked over to the bed, depositing Richara gently. V looked down at the girl, too some extent, she pitied her, but years of training at a Soviet gymnast’s camp had hardened her.

Those days were distant memories now; her discipline came from a more authoritarian source now—Mistress. V could rarely the event; it was at some sporting meet or another; it was at a post-event party they met. There were plenty of drinks and laughter, followed by the onset of darkness. A few days later, V woke up in an unknown hotel in London, some 1,700 miles away from home. It was there that Vanessa became V; a long, painful but now much loved change.

Anyway, work called, she bent down; she scooped Richara up into her powerful arms and carried her to the waiting, Limo. She deposited the woman in the back seat and belted her up. Walking around V opened the other rearmost door.

“Carmen set headings for home and put a foot down on the pedal; I want a few miles between me and that accursed manor place!”

The Hispanic driver spun around and replied.

“Another one or two for the high jump then!”

“Mind your manners, thrall, you should know better!”

“Apologies, mistress…”

“It’s as if you were asking to be spanked. Am I right?”

“Oh yes, mistress!”

“Later, we have work to do now. Concentrate on your driving!” V chuckled. “Now stay still Carmen I need to prepare you for the drive”.

Sitting forward, V opened her mobile phone and activated the Bluetooth app that played the scripts into the ear buds positioned in the thralls earlier. A couple of jabs later, the remote vibrators implanted above the girl’s G-spots hummed into gentle life. There would be no more conversations on this journey.

“Carmen, go!”

The limo shot off with a roar; it sprayed gravel across the neat driveway.

V then settled back, she; began tightening her buttocks with increasing pressure from her developed Kegel muscles. Repeating the contracts swiftly carried her to a massive orgasm. Placing a pair of ear buds in her own ears, V relaxed and descended into her most private personal place.

Sharon walked back into the living room; the smell of sex and gratification filled the space. Humming cheerfully, she crossed to the scenic window; she drew back the curtains, flooding the room with late morning light. She unlocked the top window, allowing fresh air in. Turning back into the room, she observed the couple wound around each other on the dishevelled settee. As she watched her girlfriend, Katie stirred, moving her head a little to the side and gently began suckling at her mother’s breast.

The sight warmed her; she could recall doing the same thing to Sherrie when she was being trained in the early stages of her journey. The warmth spread to her loins as she sidled towards the dopey couple. Bowing her head down, Sharon sniffed deeply between the exposed globes of Marguerite’s pale buttocks. The woman’s parted slightly, giving better access to her mistress’s exploring tongue as it butted against the pulsing sphincter. Looking down, Katie saw Sharon’s head bobbing as she worked at Mum’s anus, stretching out her hand she gently fondled the blonde’s hair.

“Thank you for looking after my lover’s needs! It is kind of you to think of us, mistress!”

Slowly, Marguerite woke; then, she moved her arse against the flexible tongue that probed her. The motion was enough to slide Sherie’s busy tongue into the juicy slit that gobbled it down with relish. Marguerite moaned loudly as first one finger and then two made their way into her tight arsehole. At that moment, the ornate clock that stood on the sideboard struck 12 O’clock. Sharon stopped playing with her thralls instantly; standing up, she announced that all should stop fooling around and get dressed.

“It’s time for us to get ready; Mother has invited us all to attend a house party this afternoon. This is an ideal chance for me to present my newest brace of thralls. Now, quick preparation is all!”

There was a late riser at Sherie’s country house too. Richara stirred and opened her eyes; the bright light invading the room made her blink twice. Although she felt woozy with a mild headache, she cheered up; she knew this room — it used to be home… But when confusion descended on her, was this her room or someone else’s? She was shaky on her feet, but curiosity propelled her; Richara walked over to the built-in wardrobe.

Slowly opening the door, she peeked in; it was full of clothes—men’s clothes! She reached out and took down a dinner jacket and slipped it over her bare shoulders. A wave of nausea hit her hard; Richara made a dash for the en-suite. Staring down the toilet bowl, something repeated in her mind repeatedly. You are a submissive femme; you will be sought by butch girls but never be one! Where did those odd thoughts come from? Richara wished she knew…

Returning to the bedroom, she picked up yesterday’s clothes and opened the door. She wanted to explore this place, or was it home or just another hospital?

Sharon reached out and pulled the bell knob—behind her, at a respectful five paces stood Marguerite and Katie. The door was opened by a maid in a black leather micro dress and extremely high heels.

“Welcome, our mistress awaits you!” The maid paused before moving her head to look down her nose. “And your thralls”.

“Thank you, Melanie, you are looking very smart today!”

Sharon reached out and grasped the uniform’s top, pulling it down to expose one breast; she tweaked the prominent nipple hard.

“It’s best to that you are just a thrall too, Melanie!”

“Indeed, mistress, my apologies!”

Red faced the maid went to cover herself.

“No, leave it like that for the rest of the day, as a reminder!”

Melanie bowed her head and nodded.

“As you say, mistress!”

Regally, Sharon strode through the doorway.

“Come, pets, and meet the supreme mistress, my Mother Sherie”.

Melanie stood head down as the retinue swanned down the entrance hall. Assuredly, Sharon made her way to the lounge. Sherie was sprawled across a chaise-lounge a bunch of grapes in one hand, her other hand deep into an unknown thrall.

“My dear, how timely. I was getting bored with fisting this one… Ines, just pop yourself back to the kitchen and help cook now!”

The dark-skinned, slim girl struggled to uncouple from her mistress; having done so, she scurried away through the rear exit of the lounge. Sherie took her time to clean the juicy fluid from her freed hand before nibbling a solitary grape from the bunch.

“It is hard to know which flavour I prefer, but I jest. There can be no doubt; a tasty pussy will always win! Dear you arrive with presents. How nice. Which one should I savour first, I wonder?”