The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The number of women I had to be concerned with at the party was rapidly growing. Julia had been dealt with, and was now on auto-pilot reporting movements completely opposite of what I was actually doing. Whitworth was released from her duty to continue socializing with her guests, though she had to be available at a moment’s notice. Now, all I had to do was reel my partner Laura back in, and hypnotize the model that would bring me to the jet.

I found Laura playfully chatting with another man, who I discovered was the CEO of a major automotive company.

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Ronald, I own a Mercedes dealership here in LA. Mind if I steal your woman here for a moment?” The sound of the rival corporation was enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth, and so he let us get lost in the crowd again.

I was now alone with Laura—well, there were still dozens of people around, but none were actively trying to disrupt my plan anymore.

“Listen, slave, I need your help to get to your friend Monica. Do you see her up there?” She was at the same spot she had been when I had first entered the galá, still holding a lively conversation with a few others. Laura nodded positively. “We are gonna come up to her, you will take her a few feet away and make the necessary introductions. Then I’ll bring her under, there and then.”

Laura complied; she had no other choice. Leading the way for her Master, she snuck into the group with which Monica was engaged in discussion.

“Monica?!” Laura, being an actress, had no problem feigning her complete surprise at meeting the model.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t know you were here!” The two hugged, and Laura asked the company of my target for a few moments with her.

“...and this is my companion, Ronald!” I smiled, at this point having become one with my imaginary persona. “Nice to meet you”, I began. “Rarely do I see such natural beauties around LA.” Monica simply blushed and looked down in embarrassment.

“Especially eyes like yours. Sparkling green eyes, that naturally come to rest on my hands. Let them follow the movement of my hand—”

My rhythmic gestures were interrupted by Monica herself. “I’m sorry, I really need to go. I’m feeling a bit light-headed.” I flashed a look of concern to Laura, who was quick to place her fit body behind her friend and block her retreat. “Not so quickly, Monica. I just introduced you two.”

Monica was adamant, and shoved Laura out of her way as the surrounding guests looked on in shock. I tried to go after her, but she was soon back in the safety of her own friend group. Fuck.

“He’s moving a bit to the north. Now he’s whispering something to Laura. And checking something on his phone. Now a few steps back to the south.” Agent Julia Ashford actually had no idea where her target was anymore; the man who had come up to her from behind had made a rather convincing argument as to why she should lie about his whereabouts. For the last half an hour, she had simply been observing a grandfather clock as it swung back and forth, while making up Agent Kirkland’s moves.

“Alright Agent, we get it. He isn’t doing anything suspicious, report again when it’s something out of the ordinary,” came the answer from Director Collins in the FBI Field Division building.

“You got it, command.” Ashford continued staring at the clock and not long after, she began daydreaming. She was in her bedroom, kneeling in front of the mysterious figure she’d just encountered. Her eyes were at the same level as his crotch, and she could see his growing erection through his beige pants. She devoured him with her eyes, and got to unbuckling his- She blinked. They were now in bed, Julia lying below him as she ired his vague, yet no less beautiful, facial features. They shared a ionate kiss, tumbling around on the bed as he prepared to penetrate her. At last, his godly dick slid into her, and she moaned louder and louder-

He had really done a number on her, she thought as she blinked back to consciousness. Thankfully, it wouldn’t be long until she could see him again to exchange their details when the galá came to a close. Those were her orders. She could not forget them.

It was 4 AM now. I had been tirelessly watching Monica’s every move, waiting for the sign of weakness that would allow me to strike. But she didn’t so much as go to the bathroom, and her odd encounter with me seemed to have raised her awareness level: she was often looking behind her back, or moving to spots from where she couldn’t be ambushed. For a model, she was definitely doing better at taking precautions than the literal FBI agent had.

“Oversight, do you have any ideas on how we will get her?” I waited for a response from my earpiece, but the voice that responded was just as unsure as mine.

“This is your game, boss. I could help with camera footage, but the venue itself doesn’t have any. I could also hack into her DMs, but I don’t know how helpful that may be.”

I tried to ignore the idea of asking him to do just that, unearthing every last nude she had to offer. “So no cameras inside, huh? Guess they really like their privacy… Wait, can you rewind the CCTVs outdoors and tell me how she arrived?”

“I’ll need one sec.” From the other end, sounds of frantic typing and clicking were heard. “Found her. She came in a car, alone, which she parked two streets to the south.”

I considered my options. “Interesting. I think my best shot at her is when she’s leaving.”

The galá went on and on, until the twilight from the east signaled that it had gone long enough and guests started leaving in every direction. I caught Monica following her friend group even in her departure; I had to separate them now, using whatever methods I had available.

I phoned the businesswoman again. “Anne, it’s time to be useful.” This time, I didn’t bother waiting for the host to be alone, as my window of opportunity was rapidly closing. Her moan came as no surprise the second time. “Find Monica Navarro at the exit, hold her up until the rest of her friends have left.“

And so she did. Anne Whitworth strutted over to the exit and waited patiently, until she found Monica as she was leaving and pretended to have a very important proposal to make to her. She made it in such exhaustive detail that the others got bored and left separately. Then, Monica was on her own as she made her way to the car.

“I have eyes on her heading south. If you leave now you’ll be out of sight for her,” my earpiece buzzed.

“Thanks, Oversight.” I hastily walked to the exit to catch up to Monica, only to be stopped by the sight of a familiar blonde.

“Sir, I’m here to exchange details.” Julia. The agent I had converted just a few hours before, and who I thought was such an important asset to keep in the long-term. Right now, she was a nuisance.

“Shit, uh… Laura here is working on my behalf. Exchange them with her.” The actress was always walking a few feet behind me, and had her own burner phone that was always provided to each new slave. But wait, hers was for Laura, not the unexpected FBI agent that had turned up.

I had no time for this mess. I let Laura deal with it, and ran to Monica, knowing I would have to find a different way to keep the agent available for me at any time.

She was anxiously walking to her car when I approached her from an unexpected angle, grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her into an alley that was only now starting to get some sunlight.

“What the fuck?”

“There is no time for arguing, Monica. Just listen to my voice.” I used the deepest voice I could muster, in a tone that I hoped would give a quick and decisive result.

“Look into my eyes and feel a wave of relaxation washing over you. It’s been a long night, and you just want to relax for a few moments, don’t you?”

This was… sub-par. Monica was spending more time struggling to move in either direction than she was looking into my eyes. The induction wasn’t working one bit.

Then, I saw them. Or rather, I heard them first, as her struggle to get away made her car keys jiggle and make a distinct noise of metal clanking. I wasted no time, grabbing them and putting them to use against their owner. They were no pendant, but they would suffice in a pinch.

“Look at the keys, swinging back and forth, making a relaxing noise.” I continued the attempt to overpower her with my voice, and the keys would hopefully prove a force multiplier.

“They’re your keys, so you don’t want to lose sight of them, right?” She nodded weakly. “Then you better keep your eyes on them, watch as they swing left … to right.” I loved to see how her desire to get away from the party as fast as possible kept her focused on the keys, the only object that could get her out. Her own concern, pitted against herself for the sake of hypnosis. It only gave me more confidence to continue.

“And as the keys swing left to right, you find your eyelids growing heavier and heavier. You want to drift into sleep, where you’ll be safe and sound, and not have to worry about anything. Close your eyes in three, two, one.” She obeyed, falling into trance and collapsing in front of me, with my arms holding her upright. That was when I noticed other party-goers were still ing by and occasionally shooting a suspicious glance.

“Open your eyes but still in trance, in three, two, one”, snap. “Stay in place, and put on a big smile for the cameras.” Her worried expression had been replaced by a calm one, and that too was now being replaced by one of pure, mindless joy. “That’s right. From now on, I am your Master, and you are my slave. Do you understand?” I had no desire for complicated triggers and states of mind. Not after the trouble she had put me through.

“Yes, Master,” came her calm and obedient response as she quickly nodded.

“Good. Is it true that you have access to a jet?”

“It is, Master. Me and my boyfriend rent a Phenom to go around the States.”

“Great. Now, you will show me the way to your car, and I’ll explain to you everything you need to know.” With her head bowed down, like a good slave following her Master’s orders, she walked in her car’s direction. I placed an arm around her waist, not to let the entranced model lose her balance. It had moved down to her ass, groping and slapping it before we were inside the car.

As I threw Monica inside the front enger seat, I reached inside the drawer to fetch a programming tape. Well, we called it a tape when we would bring back sorority girls in our brand new Toyota Camry, but it had long evolved into an iPod loaded with subliminal sounds, just in case. I fitted a pair of headphones over Monica’s head, and turned the sound on her device way up. Then, we were off to my safehouse. At last, things were looking up.