The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I first met Ms. Barrey the day after I moved into the neighborhood. She knocked on my door just to introduce herself and offer me some homemade lemonade. I still how difficult that conversation was, trying to return her friendly energy without getting distracted by her incredible body. Her perfect round tits outlined clearly around her tank top, her high ponytail swaying with every movement, her shapely hips drawing my eyes downward whenever I thought she wasn’t looking. From the moment I met her, I was deeply attracted to Jessica Barrey.

Now, the object of my fascination was standing mindlessly before me. The body I had lusted after was freely available for my use. Those warm, friendly eyes were staring straight ahead into the middle distance, dull and cold. Knowing what I was capable of doing with her now was, frankly, overwhelming. I found myself paralyzed by choice. What would I choose to do with endless possibilities?

Finally, I pushed through my hesitation and decided on a course of action. “Ms. Barrey, why don’t you put on that lovely maid outfit over at the bottom of the stairs then come back.” “Yes, sir.” She responded obediently. As she started towards the stairs, I had a slightly megalomaniacal thought. “And address me as Master from now on.” “Yes, Master.” She responded softly, bolstering my arousal to new heights as she strutted off to retrieve her uniform.

I struggled to calm my beating heart while I waited for Ms. Barrey to return. I had never in my wildest dreams expected to have anything physical with Ms. Barrey, let alone to have her completely subservient to me. Ms. Barrey… It felt off to still be addressing her so formally given the power dynamic at play. I made a mental note to discuss that next time I saw her outside the Manor.

I heard the familiar clacking of heels ascending the stairway and braced myself. It wasn’t enough, my breath caught in my lungs when I saw Ms. Barrey round the corner. Her long, toned legs were fully exposed beneath her frilly black and white apron, the white lace contrasting the black fabric of the body beautifully. Her tall, beautiful figure was striking in a way that escaped description. My body, however, was reacting in full. My heartbeat raced, my breathing grew heavier, and I felt blood surging into my cock.

Ms. Barrey stood before me, mindlessly awaiting her next command. I leant the cane on the wall, stepping forward and placing both my hands on her thighs. Her skin was soft and smooth to the touch. I slid my hands up and down her legs, exploring her body while she stood motionless in front of me. I found myself staring up at her eyes, still staring unreactive into nothing. I realized I wanted more than just her body. I wanted her.

I reached back and grabbed the cane. I projected what I wanted her to do: To desire me and my pleasure without question or inhibition. Excitedly, I stamped the cane onto the ground, only to be met by a disappointing thud. What? My heart was absolutely in it, there’s no way a lack of conviction was the problem. I tested a few simple commands with the cane, all of which worked. I had her dance for me, sing the national anthem, and pull her gorgeous tits out of her uniform, leaving them exposed for my viewing pleasure. But the command to have her want me just wouldn’t take. What was the problem?

I thought back to the night I met Radshaw. Ms. Barrey’s demeanor remained mindless the whole time, except for when he ordered her to kiss me. What was the issue? Thinking on the events of the previous night, a theory began to develop in my head. I decided to put it to the test.

“Say you love me.” I commanded.

“I love you.” Ms. Barrey echoed back. Her voice and face remained neutral.

“Say you love me.” I commanded again, this time with a specific tone in mind.

“I love you.” Ms. Barrey said, this time with a breathy tone and a dreamy expression on her face.

So that was the problem. The cane can issue commands to those under its thrall, but those commands are highly direct. The must be able to visualize a specific situation that will play out. In essence, the cane can’t change underlying memories and emotions. Ms. Barrey didn’t adopt a loving tone in her words until I specifically envisioned that as part of my command.

I flashed back to the way she kissed me the night prior. Every movement of her face, body, and tongue must have been specifically dictated by Radshaw. That kiss felt so surreal and magical, and it was directed entirely by an old man?! I decided to lock that piece of knowledge deep in my subconscious and never acknowledge it again.

I felt a sting of disappointment knowing that my fantasy of making love to an eager Ms. Barrey was out of reach. I looked up, seeing her standing at attention, her body at my disposal. Thinking on it, I realized that I had become too fixated on my specific fantasies. I had nigh-ultimate power at my disposal and here I was getting upset that it couldn’t do one specific thing. It was true what they say about absolute power, I’d only had it for a half hour and I already wanted more.

I stamped the cane, directing Ms. Barrey to the bedroom from the night before with an electric crackle. I followed behind as Ms. Barrey marched toward the bedroom, iring the movement of her ass as we walked. On the way down the hall we ed by the ship-in-a-bottle Ms. Barrey had knocked down while chasing me the night before, now nothing more than a crash site of shattered glass and splintered basswood.

Arriving in the rustic bedroom, I issued another command with the cane. Ms. Barrey climbed onto the bed and rolled onto her back. She then reached her arms below the skirt of her uniform and slid off a pair of lacy black panties. It wasn’t very elaborate as far as foreplay goes, but it did the job—I was hard as a rock. With one more command she opened her legs, exposing her pussy to me.

I set the cane aside, leaning it against a nearby wall as I hastily undressed. In no time at all I was climbing onto the bed with my cock erect and ready. It was at that moment, staring down at Ms. Barrey, while she stared blankly at the roof above her, that the full weight of the situation caught up with me. I was about to have sex with her. I couldn’t really count it though, could I? She would never have agreed to this under normal circumstances, and she would have no memory of it after the fact. I knew Radshaw had said I was free to use the artifacts as I wished, but could I really bring myself to do this?

The answer came as I felt myself inching closer to Ms. Barrey. Despite her state of undress, she was still clothed in that same maid uniform that had driven me wild ever since I saw it. Her shiny black heels were dangling in the air at the ends of her outstretched legs, which were propping up the frilly white apron that just barely failed to cover her exposed pussy. Her tits were still hanging out of her uniform, large and inviting, while her arms lay limply above her head. The sight was hot enough to excise any remaining hesitation or sense of morality from my body.

I brought my arms down on the bed just below her shoulders, lurching forward as I pushed myself inside her. Ms. Barrey didn’t react, even as her body shifted with the weight of my thrusting. My breathing grew more heavy as arousal surged through my body with every movement. I locked eyes with her, no longer caring that the eyes I was staring so intently into were totally inert.

I moved my face closer to hers as my arousal grew, our lips touching as I pushed deeper inside her pussy. Being this close to Ms. Barrey was enough to push my senses into overdrive. The world around me evaporated as I lost any trace of rational thought. I was operating purely on impulse. Feeling my incoming orgasm, I cupped my hands around the back of her head and pulled her lips into mine. With no more holding back, I exploded inside her, my cock enveloped with warmth as I came inside her.

I pulled out slowly, still caught up in the moment as I rolled onto my back next to Ms. Barrey, who continued to hold her pose. After allowing my brain to catch up to my body, I looked over at Ms. Barrey, idly playing with her tits while I thought. I ed her telling me once that she couldn’t conceive while she was complaining about her ex-husband. It was one of the reasons their marriage broke down. I knew being infertile couldn’t have been nice for her, but at that moment I was glad she couldn’t have kids, knowing that I had ejaculated inside her.

Ms. Barrey’s face was still neutral despite the circumstances. It made me strangely sad, I wanted to be able to share this moment with her—the real her. There had to be something in the Manor that would allow that to happen. Running my hand across her tits, I quickly found my erection returning as I realized that just one session wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me.

I laid alone in the bed, recovering from a whirlwind of sex sessions with my thrall. I had taken her from every position I could imagine—Doggy, cowgirl, you name it. I even tried to fuck her while carrying her, something that ended up giving me a few new bruises when I lost my balance and fell into the bedframe. Thankfully she wouldn’t that embarrassing little snafu, or anything else for that matter. I really hoped the magical barrier around the Manor could give her mind a reasonable excuse for being so sore tomorrow.

Eventually I grew too tired to continue. Realizing I needed to rest, I had Ms. Barrey grab me some water before sending her out to clean up the broken glass in the hall. She was still dressed as a maid, after all, plus she was the one who broke it in the first place. I sipped my water as I thought about what I’d do about her in the future. The Manor was a veritable treasure chest of old trinkets, any one of which could be an artifact. I would definitely need help if I wanted to search the whole thing, and that help couldn’t come from a mindless drone. It needed to be someone capable of acting independently.

I suddenly realized Ms. Barrey had been gone for longer than I would expect from a simple cleaning task. Sliding off the gigantic bed, I stepped out into the hall only to see her knelt on the ground at the site of the mess. I approached, quickly realizing that she wasn’t moving. All of the glass was cleaned up, but part of the wooden body of the ship was still lying on the ground just in front of her.

Leaning in to get a better look, I realized that Ms. Barrey was frozen in place. Not standing at attention like she did under the cane’s influence, it was as if she stopped mid-movement. Her arm was still outstretched towards a piece of wood lying inches away on the carpet, her eyes fixated on the body of the broken model ship. Curiously, I noticed something shiny secluded within the hull.

I cautiously lifted up the broken ship and turned it toward my open hand, resulting in a small object sliding into my palm. I was a lens, two sides of convex glass surrounded by a brass frame. It was a bit dusty, but seemed otherwise undamaged. I held it up to my eye, looking through it to see if it had any special properties, but aside from making everything a bit blurrier I couldn’t see anything interesting about it. However, as soon as I moved it out of sight Ms. Barrey returned to her cleaning, seemingly unaware of any interruption.

I decided to keep the lens, it seemed too out-of-place to ignore. Not knowing where else to put it, I returned to the master bedroom and placed it gently within an empty jewelry box on a stray table. Ms. Barrey returned to the bedroom not long afterwards, indicating that her task was complete. With that I decided to call it a night. Wait, night? I looked out the window at the setting sun and realized I had spent hours at the Manor with Ms. Barrey. I turned back at her with a pang of guilt, REALLY hoping her mind would rationalize the lost time on its own.

It was Monday morning, and I was standing on my porch as usual. I was a bit nervous, but my anxiety evaporated as soon as I heard the familiar, friendly words ring out from down the street. “Morning, Brian!” Ms. Barrey called out as she jogged up to greet me. “Morning!” I responded cheerfully. We made a bit of small talk before I did some gentle prodding. “So, what did you get up to yesterday?” Ms. Barrey looked back at me confused. “What, like after the stuff at the Manor? Cause I pretty much went straight to bed.”

A momentary panic shot up my body before the rational side of my brain took over, reassuring me that she would not have greeted me this jovially if she ed what I did yesterday. “Haha yeah, interesting place huh?” Ms. Barrey shot me an excited smile. “Yeah! I’m still sore from looking around that whole property, it’s gigantic!” I chuckled. It seemed like she ed spending the day exploring the Manor, and used it to justify her soreness too. Two birds with one stone!

A thought occurred to me, and I decided to act. “By the way, I actually reached out to the town council about it, and they hired me to do some part time work at the Manor. Mainly, they just want someone to look around the Manor for any objects with historical significance. It’s not an urgent job, so I can pretty much do it whenever if you want to tag along.” I was getting better at lying on the spot. Ms. Barrey lit up at the suggestion. “I’d love to! That sounds so exciting, poking around an old haunted house!” Just like that, I had my helper.

Before she left, I ed something else I wanted to do. “By the way, would it be alright if I started calling you Jessica? I know we met as neighbors, but I feel like we should be on a first-name basis if we’re gonna be exploring haunted mansions together.” She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but a friendly smile emerged not long afterwards. “You know what? You’re right. It’ll take some getting used to, but go ahead.” I smiled back. “Thanks, Jessica.”

We said our farewells as she prepared to continue with her jog. I was very happy with how the conversation had gone. She hadn’t retained any memory of yesterday’s fuckfest, she agreed to be my unwitting partner in artifact hunting, and she even let me start using her first name! Things were looking up. “Have a good day at work!” Jessica shouted as she rounded the corner. I returned a friendly wave before the realization hit me.

It was Monday. I had to go to work.