The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Devonshire, England, July 13, 2025

Anya Kirov shouted in triumph. Her opponent, Miho Tanaka had just missed her serve. That means the point was hers and it was game set and match.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the deep-voiced male announcer boomed. Anya Kirov has just won the Williamson Women’s World Tennis Open! Let’s give her a round of applause!”

As if on cue, the audience began clapping and cheering loudly. Of course, Anya loved every second of it. All of that hard work and dedication to her craft had paid off. As champion, she would be receiving a $2 million dollar cash prize, a large golden trophy, and future athletic employment opportunities and endorsement deals.

Her current situation belied her humble beginnings. Anya had been born in Minsk, Belarus to a working class family. Her mother was a homemaker while her father was a blacksmith in the Belarusian military. As most people living under a dictatorship, Anya and her parents did their utmost not to rock the boat and be good Belarusian citizens. However, even that wasn’t enough.

You see, Anya’s mother was quite attractive. A colonel in the Belarusian army noticed this when he met her parents at an annual military banquet. The colonel had become instantly infatuated with her and tried to woo her away (despite knowing she was married). At first, he used the “sweet way,” sending her gifts, promising a lucrative job, even letting her get away with mild criticism of the government. Ever the faithful wife, her mother politely but firmly turned him down each and every time.

After the colonel realized that honey didn’t work, he switched to vinegar. Namely, he abused his power and made her parents life a living hell (or something approximating that). It started out small with her family being uninvited to the next year’s banquet, and her father being denied a promotion that went to someone significantly less qualified. When this failed to realize his ambitions, his retaliation became much harsher. He got Anya’s father fired from her job, got her banned from receiving government benefits that were given to other citizens and even prevent Anya from receiving any more tennis lessons.

When even that didn’t work, the colonel brought out the big guns. He reported the family to the secret police and would have them all imprisoned on false charges of opposing the government.

In her country, imprisonment resulted in extensive time behind bars and serious mistreatment at best and death at worst. As much as it pained them to do it, Anya’s parents had decided to flee the country.

Luckily for them, the colonel had the decency (some would say stupidity) to give her mother one final ultimatum: he would have her arrested if he did not leave her husband (and enter a relationship with him) by a specific date. This gave the family some time to prepare and they took advantage of every second of it. They were able to flee the country with all the possessions and most of the money they could carry two days before the ultimatum expired.

Anya’s family decided to claim asylum in Alaska. Several miles, dollars and significant ages of time later, they were able to obtain refugee status and eventually apply for citizenship.

Like many refugee families, life in a new country was very difficult at first. English was not their first language (though they knew enough to sustain a casual conversation). Furthermore, the exchange rate regarding Belarusian and Russian currency was very unfavourable to the former. Fortunately, they were able to get their bearings when her father was hired as an oil rig worker and her mother having two other children, giving Anya a brother Mikhail and a sister Oksana.

As one may have guessed, Anya had been a big fan of tennis. Her father’s lucrative job had allowed her to resume her tennis lessons and she certainly made the most of it. She had a real talent for the game, both singles and doubles. She soon began playing semi-professionally winning several modest cash prizes and the chance to participate in future tournaments. After a particularly amazing performance, a talent agent had approached her and offered her an opportunity to play on the national and international circuit. She jumped at the chance. She had won or at least decently placed in many games and had won decent amounts of prize money. Then she became of contestant on the Women World’s Tennis Open and the rest was history.

At the age of 24, Anya felt that she and her family had finally realized the American dream. She went up against all odds and won, game, set, and match indeed.

2.

Of course, just because she had realized the American dream did not mean didn’t have needs. After all that tennis, cheering, and sunshine, what she needed right now was a bottle of ice cold water and a nice hot shower. She had managed to fulfill the former. Now she was going to fulfill the latter.

The change rooms at the open were of top quality. They were clean, full of the latest hygiene and furniture, and were segregated by biological sex. That would ensure a nice relaxing shower in utmost privacy.

Speaking of which, Anya could really use some privacy right now. Not only from the paparazzi, but from the crowds in general. Yes, she was now a famous athlete and speaking with the media and her fans was part of the job, but it had been a long day and she was sweating buckets.

Now is a good time as any to mention that Anya should be sweating bathtubs because her body was just as hot as her body temperature if not more so. Anya was—to use and informal term—a total babe. She had certainly inherited her mother’s good looks. She was a tall thin woman with dark blonde hair (currently in a bun) long legs, strong arms, and small—but still quite perky breasts. She was still in her tennis clothes, white tennis shorts with a sleeveless white top that concealed a snug, black, sports bra. She also wore a white visor.

Of course, she had to reach the room first. She approached the door and was ready to take out her keycard (this was a very exclusive change room only open to the top players). Suddenly, however, there was a gust of wind that sent her card flying backwards. Grumbling, she ran back in search of her card.

“Excuse me,” Anya heard a female voice say. “Does this belong to you?”

Anya turned her head. Her card was in the hands of a short thin woman. She had red hair, a round face with a few freckles as well full cheeks and lips. She had brown eyes and in addition to her glasses was wearing a white blazer with what appeared to be a white camisole and dress pants. She appeared to be in her late thirties. She gave Anya her card back.

“Thank you so much,” Anya said as she put the key card in her shorts’ left pocket.

“You’re welcome,” the woman said, speaking with a clipped British accent. My name is Tasha Denom. “I am a reporter for the Daily Reader.”

“I’m Anya Kirov. Nice to meet you,” Anya said cordially, her Belarusian action clearly showing.

“Same here,” Tasha said. “Hey do you think that since I returned your key card you could give me an exclusive interview with the Williamson champion?”

Anya chuckled. There was always a catch. “I’m sorry, she said apologetically. “I can’t right now. I would, however, be happy to answer some questions by email if you were to send it to my agent. Here is my business card.” She always kept a few business cards on her person for situations like this,

“Uh, thanks,” said Tasha, a little disappointed. “I get right on them. Anya began to walk away from her.

“Hey Anya,” Tasha chirped. “Catch!”

Anya turned around instinctively and saw a tennis ball coming right for her. She caught it easily. The ball began to flash. Before she could say anything the ball shot out a green laser beam that struck her right in the middle of the forehead. She felt a shot of pain, then a wave of calm, then a warm fog that soon enveloped her mind. Her eyes shut and her head slumped forward. She loosened her grip on the tennis ball and it fell to the ground (literally dropping the ball!).

“Anya,” Tasha inquired, “Can you hear me?”

“Yes Mistress...” Tasha slurred. “I can hear you.

Tasha smirked. She was so grateful that her brother had taken that double major in Robotics and psychology. He had been able to create a little mind control device that once used, made its victim completely subservient to its creator or owner. In this case, that would be Tasha.

“Anya,” Tasha continued. “Since I am your mistress that means that you must do anything I command of you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes Mistress...I must do...anything you command...”

“Alright Anya,” Tasha ordered. “Come with me...”

3.

With a swipe of her key card, Anya opened the door and entered the change room with her mistress immediately following her. Tasha saw a self-contained shower facility that could fit two people. She then undressed herself and commanded Anya to do the same Anya then unlaced her shoes and kicked them off. Then she removed her socks, visor and shirt. Her bra was the next to go, her beautiful breasts falling free. Then she finally slid of her shorts and panties, revealing her beautiful blonde bush. Then she put her clothing in her locker.

While Anya was significantly more attractive, Tasha was pretty good-looking too. Her red hair and brown eyes were quite endearing and her tiny little body, with its small breasts and little red patch of pubic hair did look picturesque, She then took a pen out from her pocket clicked it, and placed it in the shower’s top right hand corner. She then turned to Anya.

“Anya,” Tasha commanded. “You are now beginning to feel sexually aroused. Indeed, you feel hot not regarding temperature but sexiness. You are feeling more and more aroused by me. With every ing second your desire to make love to me grows. When I turn on the showering our lovemaking will begin. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress..understood,” her Russian accent making her mindless mantra much sexier. With that, Tasha turned on the shower. A big burst of water shot out of the showerhead. Tasha motioned to herself and Anya ran into her arms. Tasha embraced her and kissed Anya hard on the mouth. Anya kissed her back hard, then she stuck her tongue in Tasha’s mouth. The two began to French kiss. After a few more minutes of this, Tasha took the soap off of its stand and began to lather Anya with it. Anya giggled in response. She soaped up her back breasts legs and even her vagina and had Anya get it all washed off under the showerhead. Then she had Anya stand still and began to lick her all over her body. Oddly she enjoyed the little tastes of soap residue as well as Anya short gasps of pleasure in response.

Tasha was about to use the soap again, this time on herself. She lathered her vagina up.

“Eat me out Anya,” Tasha commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Anya responded. Anya then knelled while Tasha held on to some grab bars. Then Anya carried out her command. She took her tongue and jammed it into her mistress’s womanhood. She thrusted her tongue against Tasha’s pubic hair as if she were hitting back a tennis ball in a singles match. Her licks got harder and faster as Tasha’s pleasure grew and grew. Finally, Tasha couldn’t take it anymore and climaxed all over Anya’s face. Her juices splashed all over Anya’s head. Then she let go of the grab bars and got down on the floor for another round of lovemaking.

After their second round, Tasha decided enough was enough, the two then had a proper shower complete, with soap and shampoo. Tasha then turned the shower off, retrieved her pen and dried each of them off with towels. Then the two woman redressed. She then turned to her brainwashed Belarusian with her final instructions.

“Anya,” Tasha commanded. “When I clap my hands you will count to twenty. When you reach twenty, you will awaken from your trance. You will be cool, refreshed, and reinvigorated. You will not being hypnotized or anything that has happened here. However, if you ever hear me and only me say the words, “drop the ball, Anya” you will fall back into this trance and do as I say. Other than that and an additional instruction I am going to give you nothing. Understood.”

“Understood Mistress,” Anya affirmed.

“Now Anya, here is your final instruction. Listen carefully and carry it out properly....”

4.

It had been a few weeks since her meeting with the Anya the tennis champion. In that time period, Tasha had become a champion in her own right. You see, her final command was for Tasha to agree to an exclusive interview with her, and agree she did. It was a smash hit, with Tasha getting a promotion and a significant pay raise. Moreover, she also got in a little more lovemaking before Anya had left England.

She handed her brother the pen she had placed in the shower. It was actually a waterproof camera pen that had recorded their shower sex. Of course, Tasha had to digitize her face to hide her involvement, but it was a boon to her brother all the same. After all, he had wanted to be the one to mind control Anya, but could not make it to the tournament so Tasha gave him the next best thing.

Anya headed to her bedroom quietly rejoicing in her good fortune. Anya may have won the tennis championship, but Tasha had won over the tennis champion: a much better price that was great at serving both on and off the court.