The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Andrea:

Where’s the earnings report? It’s not on my desk

Brian:

Ah sorry, took it home with me

Andrea:

Are you fucking kidding me?

Andrea:

We need that thing in TONIGHT

Andrea:

Get your ass back to work and bring in that report or so help me god I will wring your fucking neck

Brian:

Can’t, car’s broke. You can come pick it up at Elgin Manor

Andrea:

What the fuck is Elgin Manor?

Brian:

Old house on a big hill in Woodview, you can’t miss it

Andrea:

I don’t know what the hell you think you’re playing at, but fine. I’ll drive to your house, kill you, then fire you tomorrow.

Brian:

K.

I returned my phone to my pocket, the plan to lure Andrea to the Manor in motion. I was amused at how quickly Andrea’s surface-level kindness fell apart once she had a reason to be mad. A week ago this situation would have been a total nightmare for me, but now I was thinking about the fastest way to leave that dead-end company. With the Manor I’d never need to pay rent, buy a home, or pay property taxes, and those were only the ways it could SAVE me money, let alone make it.

I was sitting on a massive couch in the main living room, my arm wrapped around Jessica, who was sitting next to me. Well, sort of. I had frozen her in place while she was looking for something down on her hands and knees and carried her over while she was stuck in that position, so her arms and head were pointed upward in an odd fashion. I’d also pulled her tits out. Obviously.

Casually fondling my statue’s delightful breasts, I started brainstorming all the ways I could make money with the Manor. Obviously I could just find a rich person, use the cane to make them transfer funds to me, then send them on their way. However, that would be easily traced back to me. The Manor could protect me of course, but I’d rather not be a fugitive the moment I set foot outside of it.

I could also sell some stuff. The manor was full of trinkets, jewelry and antiques, I was sure some of it must be worth a lot. But I worried the loss of all the old relics might make the place lose some of its rustic charm. Not to mention the risk that I accidentally give away a magical artifact without knowing—definitely a worst-case scenario.

Bright rays of light beamed past the wide windows as the sound of an aggressive motor grew louder before coming to a stop in the driveway. It would seem my guest had arrived. I quickly scooped up Jessica and returned her to her original position, clumsily stuffing her tits back into her shirt. As I heard furious footsteps approaching the door, I tapped the minute hand on the grandfather clock. The ancient chime echoed throughout the hall at the same time as a flurry of hard knocks boomed from the front door, startling the recently unfrozen Jessica.

“BRIAN! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Andrea’s voice boomed from the other side of the thick wooden entrance, accompanied by more intense knocking. Jessice whipped her head towards me, eyes wide with concern. I gave her a small nod and walked over, pulling the doors open to reveal Andrea, her face contorted with fury.

“Well? Where is it?” She demanded, shooting her open hand out to accept the report that, unbeknownst to her, I had never had any intention of completing. I hated to it it, but she had spent so much time putting me under duress at work that I was still reflexively intimidated by her. Andrea was short, standing only around five feet tall, but she had a robust figure that exuded maturity, bolstered by her highly professional sense of fashion. She had thin, razor-like glasses that sharpened her face alongside a head of medium-length dark hair. She wore a pencil skirt and dignified striped blouse that neatly hugged her sizable tits.

I snapped myself back to reality, ing who was really in control here. “Sure thing Andrea, I left a copy in the living room. Come on in, why don’t you?” Andrea glared, but held onto whatever venom she was no doubt preparing to spew at me and stepped inside. As we walked down the hall I spotted Jessica trying to make herself look as busy as possible to avoid being drawn into the drama unfolding in front of her. No judgement here, I’d have done the same in her shoes.

Andrea’s heels clacked behind me with intensity, communicating her ire without her speaking a single word. There was no question my time at the company was over, she was just keeping quiet until she got what she came for. That was as diplomatic as Andrea got. As we ed the clock made my move. “One sec, the clock needs fixing” I muttered as I reached for the minute hand.

“Oh fuck right o—” Andrea started before being cut off mid sentence by the chime of the old timepiece. I turned with a smile to see Andrea’s face stuck mid-tirade, her mouth slightly askew with her eyebrows furrowed in an angry glare. I found her index finger mere inches away from my face as she pointed accusingly in my general direction.

Off to the side I noticed Jessica, glancing in our general direction with a pained wince, no doubt suffering from secondhand humiliation while trying to remain unnoticed. Most important for me, however, was the fact that both women were completely frozen, confirming that, unlike the cane, the clock had no limit as to how many people it could affect. I moved forward, sidestepping Andrea’s outstretched arm to get a good look at her face. She was pretty hot in spite of her unbearable personality. Or maybe because of it? Either way, I knew what I wanted. I began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Looks like someone finally found a way to shut you up, Andrea,” I muttered as I worked my way down the column of buttons.

“I won’t lie to you, I didn’t finish the earnings report. And I’m not going to.” I continued, kissing her bare neck while I carefully pulled her blouse aside, revealing a simple but attractive bra underneath.

“That doesn’t matter though. Cause I’m gonna quit, and all this will be someone else’s problem soon enough.” I said, sliding my hands underneath her clothes and exploring her bare back for the clasp of her bra.

“Maybe I’ll take you with me. After all, I think I’m owed something for putting up with you all this time…” I whispered as I unclasped her bra and pulled it off, revealing a set of magnificent, round tits.

“Of course, I’ll need to find an artifact for that first. I don’t think I can lure you here as easily as others,” I mused, momentarily directing my gaze to the frozen Jessica while I massaged Andrea’s tits.

“But until then, let’s you and I have some fun, hm?” I stepped back, iring the contrast of her beautiful exposed breasts and her furious expression. As much as I wanted to just rip her clothes off and fuck her, I already knew what it was like to fuck a mindless doll. No, I wanted to have some fun with this one.

I stepped back and put my hands on my hips, iring my handiwork. After a few minutes of careful rearrangement, I’d positioned Andrea into a far more enticing pose. Rather than hostile pointing, she was now looking toward me over her shoulder with a smoldering expression. She had one finger gently placed on her bottom lip while her other hand was pulling her blouse open, just barely revealing one of her breasts. She looked like a proper model, and a sexy one at that.

The pose perfectly accentuated all her physical gifts while playing on her professional image in the hottest way possible. With the pose complete, I began snapping photos on my phone. I found myself becoming a professional photographer to meet the occasion, messing with the photo settings on my phone and adjusting my position to get the best possible lighting angle. I even ended up carrying her over to the living room to get a better backdrop.

I smiled as I scrolled through the photo gallery, iring the erotic images I’d taken of my otherwise unbearable boss. Some of them were really high quality, I could even see myself framing them. Come to think of it, why would I stop with just one pose? I looked back up at Andrea and began brainstorming all the ways I could orient her to my liking…

I plopped down onto the antique velvet couch, thoroughly tired after two hours of frozen photoshoots. I had started out doing similar sexy, but elegant poses with Andrea, but soon found myself getting a bit more creative. I had photos of her making absurd faces, doing normal tasks completely in the nude, and performing sex acts on me. A particular favorite of mine was an overhead shot of her enveloping my whole erect cock in her mouth, something that felt particularly gratifying after all the power trips she went on as my boss.

Then I ed I had TWO beautiful frozen women at my disposal. Bringing Jessica into the mix made it particularly spicy. At first I had them just posing together, then I had them making out with each other. I found myself particularly invested in all the little ways I could rearrange their bodies to make it that much spicier. Something as simple as rearranging the fingers to be more obviously exploring each others’ bodies made the final photo all the more arousing.

Not wanting to hold back anymore and satisfied with my new gallery, I pulled Andrea away from her embrace with Jessica and bent her over the sofa. I pulled my cock out of my pants and entered her without any buildup or grace. Andrea was nothing like Jessica—the thrill in fucking her didn’t come from cherishing the body of a woman I ired. This thrill came from drilling into the hot body of a woman that made my life needlessly hard at every step.

I thrust inside her harder and faster, rapidly building to an intense orgasm. “Get fucked, you bitch…” I muttered under my breath, grabbing her shoulder for leverage. As my pistoning reached its apex I pulled out, blasting cum across her exposed back. I closed my eyes as I rode the wave of ecstasy, a satisfied grin forming on my face. A few feet away Jessica stood naked and frozen, eyes closed in ecstasy while she made out with the space Andrea used to occupy. I had just fucked the shit out of my bitch boss while my hot neighbor posed nude in the corner. This was the life.

Of course, after any great climax comes the cleanup. I had to wipe down Andrea, put both women back into their clothes, and return them to their original positions before I allowed them to move again. I wish I could say it was easy, but sliding pants onto a completely immobile woman is a lot harder than it seems.

After way longer than I expected, I had almost everything back into place. Jessica was knelt over the pile of antiques she was examining before, glancing toward the scene Andrea had been making several hours ago. Andrea herself was back in her accusatory finger-pointing pose, with only her face needing to be fixed.

After all the work to reset them I found myself resenting creating the angry face I hated so much. Re-contorting her eyebrows, pushing her mouth into a mid-shout oval, pulling her jaw forward in a position primed to spit insults. Seeing that face again reminded me that I could never go back to that place. Not that going back was a choice, there was no way Andrea wouldn’t fire me once she realized the report wasn’t done.

Well, if I was going out with a bang I may as well make it an entertaining one. At the last minute, I pulled an old dog collar out of a nearby box and wrapped it around Andrea’s neck, latching it on with a satisfying click. “I have more than enough pictures to you by, Andrea. But I hope that somewhere deep down you always what you are: A huge, huge bitch” I said to her frozen face before reaching over and tapping the clock hand.

With the chime of the bell the scene returned to life, but not in a way I ever could have expected. A look of wide-eyed shock appeared on Andrea’s face for the briefest of moments before she fell to the ground. “Andrea!?” I exclaimed. Had I injured her during the photoshoot? Did she it somehow? Jessica got off the ground and rushed over, equally concerned.

Andrea, on her hands and knees, looked up at both of us before opening her mouth to say something. “ARF!” She shouted, bending her legs into an awkward sitting pose. “Uhh… what?” I said aloud. “ARF, ARF!” Andrea responded, letting her tongue sag outside her mouth. “A-Andrea?” I muttered, barely able to speak through my confusion. I looked over and saw Jessica looked even more confused.

“Brian what is… What’s she… What the HELL is going on!?” Jessica demanded, her voice filled with panic. “Who is this woman, why did she barge in here, and why the fuck is she acting like a dog?!” She asked, her voice trembling. Her wide eyes were then drawn to a nearby window. “And why is it dark outside!? We’ve been here an hour at most!” I opened my mouth to say something, desperate to find an explanation I knew didn’t exist while Andrea nuzzled her head up against my leg, but of course no words came out.

Jessica threw her hands up in panicked frustration. “Forget it! I’m out of here.” She declared, storming towards the front entrance. Had I reacted more quickly I might have stopped her with the clock, or maybe rushed for the cane and commanded her to stay until I found a way to sort this mess out. But the bewilderment from Andrea’s behavior combined with the frustration at my own carelessness caused me to freeze up, allowing my beloved Jessica to leave the Manor with hours of lost time and a mind burdened by confusion and fear.

Exhausted and confused, I slumped against the wall and buried my face in my hands. How could I have been so careless? There’s no way to explain away day turning to night in the blink of an eye. Of course she left… Andrea crawled over, nudging my leg with her nose. I looked down at her, her expression pleading and expectant in spite of her otherwise strict and professional attire. Except, of course, for the leather collar wrapped around her neck. The one that I had put on her after I found it in a pile of potential artifacts. The old leather dog collar.

Fuck me.