The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Cara tried again, but the damn engine didn’t even turn over for her. She looked at her phone…..still no signal.

She was in the middle of rural nowhere with a broken down rental with no cell signal.

Sure, the party had been great. Tito and Maria were great friends, and there was no way she was going to miss their destination wedding. She’d had a great time at their reception……maybe too great a time. The champagne and cocktails probably contributed mightily to her giving the rental’s map app the wrong hotel address.

The car broke down without any help from her.

She looked around, hoping to see some sign of civilization, someplace where she could call the rental agency for help. A flash lightning revealed a dark mansion sitting a couple of hundred yards away. It looked dark and foreboding, but it was her only option.

Cara looked at her Louboutins in the enger seat. They’d been off her feet since the third Champagne toast. She kicked herself for not bringing along a comfortable pair of flats for after the ceremony. All of her other shoes were back in the hotel, and there was no way she was going to ruin the best shoes she owned. She thought a moment, then stripped the sheer black hose off her legs. She would make the dash to the mansion barefoot.

“Well….at least Mordred or Cyril will appreciate this”, she ruefully thought to herself.

Cara opened the car door, and was immediately wet. Taking a deep breath for no reason, she exited and locked the rental. Within seconds, she was utterly soaked. She began her dash, pausing occasionally for a lightning flash so she could confirm she was heading in the right direction.

Eventually, she felt grass under her bare soles. At least that was more pleasant than the rough asphalt of the country road. As she got closer, she was heartened to see the house was not totally dark. A flickering light was visible in an upstairs window. Hopefully that meant someone was home and awake despite it being long after midnight.

Finally, she stood on the front porch. Cara was so cold and wet, she didn’t care how the place resembled a vintage horror movie set. She did not hesitate hitting the door bell.

Nothing happened. After pushing it several times, Cara realized why the mansion was so dark. The storm had caused a blackout.

She saw there was a large, brass knocker which she immediately began using.

She added her voice to the noise

“Hello…..please…..I need your help!” She was yelling.

After a minute or two, Cara was rewarded by the sound of a deadbolt being pulled back and then the heavy mahogany door cracking open. Through the crack she saw the figure of a wizened old man in pajamas, slippers and a robe holding a lit candelabra.. He was slight and frail, a couple of inches shorter than her.

“Are you here about the housekeeping position?” His voice was barely more than a wheeze.

A million sarcastic responses came to mind. Sure, she was a job applicant who showed up barefoot in a designer cocktail dress at two thirty in the morning. But Cara stopped herself. The man looked to be at least 80 and was probably a bit confused. Besides, she was the one in dire straits. Also, he kind of reminded her of her Nonno back in Italy.

“Um…no….sorry…my car broke down and I have no cell signal…..I was hoping maybe I could use your landline…..I mean your telephone?”

“That went out same as the lights hours ago.” He looked her over. “Good lord, my dear, you’re drenched and shivering. Please come in….let’s get you dry.”

He seemed harmless enough, so she smiled and entered.

As she stood dripping all over the foyer, the man busied himself lighting candles. Soon there was enough light for her to look around.

The mansion had obviously once been quite the place. It was all mahogany and marble, the floors covered in expensive Persian carpeting that was heaven for her abused feet.

But, the place had obviously fallen on hard times. It was dusty and not kept up….unwashed dishes, clothing and cobwebs were visible in the flickering candlelight.

No wonder the old man was looking for a housekeeper.

Soon the old man was lighting the large fireplace which had already two or three logs. Cara padded over, eager for the warmth.

“My name is Cara…..I really appreciate your kindness…..I was really in a fix.”

He didn’t answer, instead he went to a closet and after rummaging about, he pulled out a woolen blanket.

“Here…put this on ….you’ll catch your death.”

Cara gratefully took the blanket. He went over to a sideboard, and poured two. Sniffers with brandy. He carried them over.

“This will warm you up.” He held out a glass.

Cara did a bad job of hiding her uncertainty. He smiled and took a sip from both sniffers. She felt like an ungrateful idiot. She laughed and took one. Cara did not know much about such spirits, but it certainly tasted expensive. It did fill her with warmth.

“You just have a seat on the sofa, while I try and round up something dry for you to wear.”

Sitting alone with the added light from the fireplace, Cara got a better look at her surroundings.

The decor was mostly art deco and entertainment industry themed. Over the fireplace was a framed theatrical poster for “The Mesmerizing Marcus”. In it, a magician type was levitating a pretty female assistant wearing a scandalously brief costume with bare legs and feet. But, it was the “Mesmerizing Marcus” who truly caught her attention.

Could it be? She got up and padded over in front of the fireplace, and rose on her tiptoes to look at the poster. She imagined the same man forty years or so later, and indeed, it could indeed be her current host.

There was a discrete cough, and she stumbled back onto her bare heels.

“I hope I didn’t startle you, but I did find something dry for you to wear.”

Cara turned and saw the man had returned carrying a white silk garment, as well as a thick robe.

“Luckily I still have some of my late Daisy’s clothes…..but sadly none of her hosiery or footwear. I looked, but there were no slippers.”

“Oh….I’ll be just fine. I have a friend that’s made sure I’m ok going barefoot. But, I have to ask…..do I have the honor of meeting the ‘Mesmerizing Marcus’ ?”

The man elegantly bowed.

“At your service, Miss Cara.”

Cara smiled at the old world charm of the man. Might as well reward him with a bit of flirtation.

“Why I do declare, sir…I must take care not to gaze into your hypnotic eyes for the sake of my honor”. They both laughed at that.

“Oh….it’s been years since I did that with my eyes, my dear.”

“But, of course, I’ve not had a subject as beautiful as you in quite some time…..Perhaps……”

He theatrically extended his hand towards her face while slowly gesticulating his long fingers. His face was a perfect Bela Lugosi imitation.

“You vill SLEEP, my pretty slave.”

They both laughed harder at that.

“Speaking of sleep, it is late. Let me show you to a guest bedroom. Hopefully the phone will be back working when we awake. Your clothes should at least be drier.”

“Please, I don’t want to be a trouble. I’d be fine on this couch by the fire…really.”

“Well…of course, if that is what you prefer.” He handed her the nightgown and robe and picked up the candelabra. It cast a golden glow on his face. Two tiny flames appeared reflected in his pupils.

“But, it’s just that my Daisy just adored that bed in there….she truly did. She would just love sinking into that thick mattress. The sheets are the finest, smoothest Chinese silk. Oh…and on a chilly night like tonight she just loved snuggling under the down comforter, that was maybe best of all.”

His voice had lost its frailty, and had taken a warm, sing-song aspect. As she listened, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

“What’s more…..I took the liberty to light the fireplace in the room. It’s such a smaller, intimate space, so warm…..so inviting. After such an evening as you have had, you must be exhausted….and that warm, soft bed so much more comforting to you. Just imagine how soft the bed, how smooth the sheets, how warm the room would be. Really imagine it. You can, can’t you, Pretty One?”

Cara just nodded, her eyes half closed now. The nightgown and robe slipped from her fingers and pooled around her bare feet.

Marcus bent down with surprising agility and scooped up the clothing. He took her by the arm and led her up the ornate wooden staircase.

Soon, they stood in the middle of the bedroom. Marcus snapped his fingers next to Cara’s ears. Her eyes opened wide in disorientation. How did they get to this room, they were just standing in the living room, weren’t they?

“I’m so glad you changed your mind. As you can see, Daisy’s old room is far more comfy than that old sitting room.”

Changed her mind? When did that happen? But, not having an answer, Cara meekly nodded her agreement. She was exhausted, and it wasn’t a surprise she was a bit foggy at this point.

“I will bid you goodnight now, my dear. Just leave those wet things outside the door and I will attend to them. I am three doors down should you need anything else. There are fresh towels in the WC through that door.” He started to leave.

“I really appreciate this, Mr……….”

“Oh please, I feel we have become fast friends. I’m just Marcus, Cara.”

“Well good night, then Marcus…..and thank you.”

He left. Cara briefly thought of locking the door, but then felt ashamed at the thought.

She bathed and dried herself. The nightgown was silky heaven, as was the canopy bed. She was soon fast asleep.

Later that night, Marcus picked up Cara’s wet party clothes and underwear. He took them downstairs and threw them into the fireplace.

It was not long before dawn when a glow appeared under the bedroom door. Slowly, inexorably, a sphere made of pure light penetrated the heavy door. Soon it was floating inches from Cara’s somnolent face.

Her eyes slowly opened and fixed on the globe of light.

It was so beautiful. All Cara could think was that: it was so very, very beautiful. At that moment, all of her wants, all of her desires centered on looking into the light.

But then it began to retreat from her, floating back to the door.

Cara nearly cried that it was leaving. But then she knew what she had to do. She kicked off the sheets and comforter, then swung her feet to the floor. The sphere was already through the door.

She swung the door open, and was rewarded to see it floating down the hallway. She walked fast to catch up with it.

It stopped at the third door.

The fact that this was Marcus’s room mattered nothing to Cara. Where the sphere went, she would follow. She watched it slowly dissolve into that door, and without hesitation opened it and entered.

The room was completely empty but for the sphere of light which had grown in size. It was now around her size. She stepped closer..

She opened the door and entered the room. It was completely empty but for Cara and the sphere..

It began pulsing and growing as Cara stared entranced. Soon it was as large as her. The pulses changed, and the sphere took on the shape of a handsome man in his early 40’s, his black hair peppered with grey.

It was the magician from the poster.

“You…your Marcus…..but younger….” Cara murmured.

The magician smiled

“I am whoever I need to be, Pretty One.”

There were more pulses, and Marcus began to change before her eyes. Now he appeared to be a cute 20 something old with a ponytail and tats. He wore a familiar waiter’s uniform.

“ Cara.”

FIVE HOURS EARLIER

Cara stumbled through the parking lot trying to find her rental car. She’d had a great time, but it was definitely time to leave. Bertram, the Best Man, had been fun company for most of the night. But then, after a few tequila shots, he’d started to get a tad handsy. Finally, he’d gone to the restroom, and Cara quickly made her goodbyes.

She was pulling out of her parking space when she was startled by a tapping on her window. She braked and saw the cute waiter who’d served her several drinks. He held up her Louboutins. In her haste to leave she’d left them under the table. Damn that Mordred and his trances, she was often forgetting her shoes.. She opened the window, and he handed her the heels. She was about to thank him when she saw his eyes.

Each was filled with a small red flame.

She couldn’t look away from them. She didn’t want to look away.

He finally spoke.

“A pretty thing like you needs to make sure your ride is in good condition. Pop the hood.”

Cara nodded her head, and released the hood.

The waiter disappeared behind the hood, and Cara could hear him working on the engine. After five minutes he came back.

“All good now. Now let’s make sure you don’t get lost. “ He stuck his head in the window and looked at the GPS . “ No…..that’s not right, at all.”

Cara blinked and shook her head. “It’s not?….that doesn’t seem right.”

“Look at me, Cara.” His voice was firm and commanding.

Once again she was captivated by the flames in his eyes. She inputted the new address as he commanded.

He smiled, then kissed her. After a moment, he whispered in her ear: “Forget, “

5 HOURS LATER.

The waiter approached her and took her into his arms, and she fell back into his eyes as they began to kiss, her eyes eventually closing in bliss. He stopped his kissing, and she opened them again, worried she had done something to displease her handsome master.

The waiter was gone, replaced by the middle-aged Marcus. Even more startling, they were no longer in the empty bedroom. She was in the glare of a spotlight. She felt wood under her soles, and Cara realized she was on a stage before an invisible audience.

Marcus spoke with experienced stage presence..

“Ladies and Gentlemen…..for our finale, let me bring out again my gorgeous assistant, the always Bewitching Cara. Isn’t she lovely?”

The crowd responded with thunderous applause, and a number of male wolf whistles. When the noise settled down, Marcus resumed his presentation.

“She’s not just a jewel to gaze upon, folks, she happens to be a magnificent subject for hypnotism. Now if you would all be so kind to be perfectly still, I will induce the deepest of mesmeric states in our lovely lady.

Cara actually forgot she was already deeply hypnotized, giving completely into this newest illusion. Marcus turned his back on the audience and gently grasped her bare shoulders.

“Look into my eyes, Cara.”

She obeyed, seeing once again the twin flames. Then, somehow , she felt she was falling into them.

“There is nothing Cara…..nothing but my eyes.”

“You have no mind….no will of your own. I command, you obey.”

Cara heard her voice speak.

“Yes…Master, I obey.”

Marcus turned back to the audience.

“She’s now my complete and utter slave. What should I do with her?”

There was prurient laughter.

“Now……get your minds out of the gutter folks. I know…a demonstration is in order. Even the skeptics among you would be convinced of my power if I show you that my dominion over this adorable gal is stronger than even the very laws of gravity!” He dramatically spun around and again faced Cara.

“I command you to rise. Rise……Rise!

Cara felt an upward tug, then her bare heels rose from the stage. Then, only the tips of pearl colored toes touched the stage.

Then, she was completely airborne. The theater exploded in a rapturous ovation.

But then, in a blink of the eye, the theater was gone. She was once again in the empty room with the waiter. He gestured and her body floated into a horizontal position. He snapped his finger, and the thin shoulder straps came undone. He gestured again, and invisible hands tugged the gown off of her unresisting body.

Old Marcus had given her no underwear.

Then, the waiter, now naked, levitated until he was atop her. He began kissing her and caressing her breasts.. Her legs opened and soon he entered her. The sphere reappeared, completely encasing her as she screamed in pleasure.

EPILOGUE

Cara whistled while she swept the front porch. She wore a demure housekeeper uniform in case any neighbors were watching. At least she still got to be barefoot.

She’d been terrified her friends or the authorities would come and tear her from Master.

The worst moment had come the first week when her rental car was found. That brought deputies to the mansion.

She learned there was nothing to worry about. First Master assumed his old Marcus form, perfectly becoming the charming octogenarian. He also cast an illusion spell, changing her appearance to the outside world.. He then invited them in. After a cursory inspection, they left satisfied that Cara had never been there.

Cara’s reverie broke when she saw a young blonde woman strolling up the yard. She was pretty, in a raw rural kind of way. The girl wore a country band tour tee shirt over cutoffs. Flip flops were on her feet.

“Hey…..I’m Shannon from town….I heard the old man’s looking to hire a housekeeper.” She paused looking at Cara’s uniform. “But…..shit…..I guess I’m too late.”

“Yes….Mast….I mean Mr. Marcus hired me a while ago.”

“Damn….well, congratulations on the job and all.” Shannon turned to leave.

Cara heard the voice.

“ Not so fast, my beauty, my love. You will always be first in my heart, but, why can’t my assistant have her own assistant. Seems only fair. I’ve got better things for you to do than sweeping.”

Cara smiled her most winning smile.

“Hey, Shannon…wait up. You know, Mr. Marcus did say he might hire a second girl. It’s a big house, after all.”

Shannon stopped dead in her tracks.

“Truly? You’re not shitting me? I really need to make some money. You think he might bring me on?”

Cara nodded her head. “ Truly…..I think you have a real shot. I’m Cara , by the way. Just go in and take the stairs to the second floor. He’s taking lunch in the third room. Just knock and tell him I sent you up..”

Shannon was quickly to the door. Cara tapped her on the shoulder.

“Not so fast, dear….shoes off, house rule.”

Shannon smiled brightly while toeing off the flip flops.

“Now that’s my kind of rule. I think I’m going to love working here.”

“I’m sure you are. , third door.”

Soon Cara heard the thud of Shannon’s bare feet on the stairs. She waited a moment, then smoothly bent and picked up the girl’s discarded sandals. She took them to the sitting room fireplace, which spontaneously ignited. She threw the flip flops into the flames.

The voice returned in her head. She looked up and said: “Coming, Master.” The housekeeper dress was off halfway up the stairs. She still wore no underwear.

The door was still open. Shannon, also nude, was floating, her back to the floor. She writhed in utter pleasure, making sounds alternating between panting and cooing.

One moment she was encased by Master in his sphere form, the next the waiter hovered above her .

Master looked at Cara. He did not need to speak any command.

Cara felt her bare heels rise above the floor.

END