The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jealously has a habit of manifesting in strange ways. Not that Midnight would have acknowledged he was jealous of Mike’s criminal empire. More frustrated that the guy hid in the shadows, amassing a fortune for personal gain, rather than using his power to change the world.

The more Midnight thought of himself as an avenging angel, a crusader for the justice of the BNWO, the more he despised Mike for the sheer small mindedness of his ambition. He became, yes, jealous of the resources Mike squandered for that personal gain. Resources that could have been used to further the BNWO cause.

True, Mike had helped Midnight diversify into his own highly lucrative sideline in criminal activity, away from his very public career as famous Las Vegas magician and Hollywood star, to fund the BNWO fight. But despite this, Midnight’s jealously finally boiled over into anger, when he heard that Mike had taken control of a Black gang in Kentucky, only to leave them hanging out to dry, when a Louiseville bullion raid had turned sour.

The whole question of using young Black men for a white guy’s crime empire was already a contentious issue within the BNWO, and Midnight felt certain Mike would not have abandoned the crew if they hadn’t been Brothers.

Although Mike was the only other person Midnight had ever met who shared his incredible hypnotic powers, he decided that ultimately, there could be only one.

In the battle of two superpowers, where the outcome of who is stronger is uncertain, Midnight realised that any direct, full-frontal assault, would be as easily detected as it was unwise.

Likewise, trying to directly interfere with Mike’s mesmerised right -hand man, Rex, or indeed any of his top lieutenants, would be just as obvious. Instead, Midnight needed to exploit indirect weaknesses, ways in through less well protected or mesmerised players.

Rex was a career criminal and vicious thug through and through. The youngest of nine children born into poverty. He had been the leader of one of the biggest organised crime gangs Mike had first taken control of, and naturally, had discovered his need to serve loyally, without question ever since.

Rex’s main long-term squeeze, about has own age, was ex-prostitute Angie, although he liked to always have a couple of younger girls on the go too. ed by Rex, Angie had been able to get off the streets, and had settled comfortably into her middle-aged role of gangster’s moll. Unlike the succession of younger sluts and crackheads, she could be relied upon when needed. From handling guns and drugs for Rex, to sleeping with men or women as required to ensure their loyalty through blackmail.

But importantly for Midnight, Angie was a free agent. Outside of Mike’s organisation. One step removed from the army of mesmerised slaves.

Angie couldn’t believe her luck at unexpectedly finding the star drinking in a downtown dive bar. After a quick selfie, she barely needed any mind control, given her history and his fame, to find herself in the men’s room being banged by his Big Black Cock. From there, it was a simple move to his motel room, and Angie’s deep induction into worshiping her new BNWO Master.

Over the years, Angie had got use to Rex’s mood swings. One night he could be an angry alpha male, slapping her about in bed, the next night as submissive as a lamb, craving her domination.

Feigning concern for her safety, Angie’s Black Master gave her some special sweeteners for Rex’s mammoth daily coffee intake, which he said would help keep Rex calm.

Rex certainly seemed more docile, sexually at least. He started to want nothing more than to be held in her arms as she wanked him off in bed at night. Naturally, his little white cock was small in her hand compared to superior BBC, and he didn’t even mind Angie telling him so. In fact, it only seemed to make him crave her domination more.

Back at the motel two weeks later, Midnight’s superior cum leaking from her gapping ass, Angie’s Black Master gave her new sweeteners for Rex’s coffee, a dazzling crystal pendent necklace, and some very specific instructions to help keep her gangster docile.

Three nights later, and Angie was ready to wear the necklace to bed. “Some fucking John give you that?” Rex snorted dismissively at the pendent as she cradled him. “No silly, it looked so lovely in the shop, I nicked it” she said, taking it off to spin it on show in front of him, as she gently started wanking his soft cock.

In the low bedroom light, the gleaming crystal flashed and glinted like a disco glitter ball. On the third or fourth rub of Angie’s hand, Rex felt a little stream of warm piss leak from his limp dick, as if being milked. But Rex couldn’t get angry or concerned about the humiliating situation, he was too blissfully entranced, starting at the pretty glittering crystal.

“What a good little baby boy for Mommy” Angie whispered into his ear, beginning to recite the script Midnight had instructed her in. She placed some thick terry towelling on the bed, covered in childish cartoon characters, to catch more of his pee-pee, as her hand encouraged further uncontrollable, embarrassing little eruptions.

“Does baby Rex need go wee-wee?” Agnie kept on whispering to the mesmerised gangster, each repetition only increasing the urgent pressure he felt in his traitorous bladder. Still captivated by the spinning pendent, Rex could only nod his head in dumb agreement. “There, there. Nothing to worry about. Just let it all out for Mommy” Angie continued to press home. “Good little baby boys don’t need any control. Mommy is here with your diaper to take care of your leaky clitty.”

Midnight knew that this would be one of the riskiest moments in his plan to take down Mike the Mesmeriser. The ever-cautious Mike would have a whole array of triggers and alarms in place to protect against someone trying to undermine his hypnotic control over his enslaved soldiers. But as Angie continued to do her number on Rex, no flags were raised, no alarms sounded. Midnight had gambled correctly that Mike’s safeguards were only interested in attacks which tried to counteract his control, or attacked his organisation. As long as Rex’s cast-iron loyalty remained intact, what he got up to in the bedroom was entirely his own business.

With her baby boy’s bladder finally emptied, Angie carried on playing with his limp dick until Rex added a sticky mess onto the piss-soaked terry towelling. His Mommy then talced his pee-pee and bot-bot before pinning Rex into a nice fresh diaper and cuddling him to sleep.

Two weeks later, and Rex had slipped into a comfortable routine. More working from home, whenever possible, leaving him free to soil his diaper at will and being changed by Mommy.

Sometimes, if he’d been an especially good boy, and done poopies, Mommy would reward him while changing his diaper by rubbing his little wee-wee, and watching some porn, until he made a sticky mess. The porn made him so excited. It was always Mommy Angie being fucked by the huge Big Black Cock of some Midnight celebrity lookie-likie. So big and powerful. He was secretly starting to hope the Black stud might become his Daddy.

Ironically, the more submissive and pathetic Rex became in his private sex life, when the gangster did go out to enforce Mike’s crime empire, his zealous loyalty and levels of violence only seemed to increase, as if to compensate. Mike’s feared and trusted right-hand man.

Every fortnight, Rex would prepare a detailed report for his boss of income, expenditure, problems and opportunities, which they would pour over together in person for hours. After all, even secret crime empires need good istration.

So it was nothing odd, when out of paper for his printer, Angie offered to get a ream from the shop, so Rex could remain sat at his desk in nothing but his comforting diaper.

No reason to think there was anything out of place about the normal looking paper that Midnight had given to Angie.

Month’s ed as Mike the Mesmeriser’s crime empire continued to flourish and grow, his enslaved soldiers performing loyally, Rex’s reports more than satisfactory. Midnight wasn’t fazed. He knew anything as crude as hypnotic paper would have been immediately detected. Subtlety remained the key.

His special paper contained minute traces of an odourless chemical that Midnight hoped might eventually dull Mike’s powers just enough to tip the balance when the fight came. Changes so small, that Mike wouldn’t realise until it was too late.

Then there were the invisible, subliminal, watermarked words embedded in the paper. Innocuous little words like Pink, Cute, Open, Small, Panties, Weak and Lost. Again, not actually hypnotic at a detectable level, to avoid raising any alarms, but hopefully effective, eventually, if you were patient enough.

Mike the Mesmeriser had built his secret crime empire, and personal fortune, on the watchwords of caution and anonymity. Hiding in the shadows, never standing out. But he did indulge his ion for sex. He liked to keep at least one supermodel of the moment as his personal pornstar whore, like a bitch on a lead.

The current unlucky young lady, finding herself unexpectedly enthusiastic about every dirty act imaginable, and then some, was under instructions to only wonder about Mike’s house in her skimpiest lingerie.

Hence, Mike finding himself lost in thought, starring at a discarded pair of her black lacy panties on the bed. They looked so soft and comfortable. He’d never worn women’s underwear before, but he wasn’t concerned as he experimentally slipped them on. He knew some men developed the fetish, as like him, they got older.

He could see why. The smooth cotton was super comfortable, the thrill giving him an instant strong erection. So much so, that in the afternoon, he fucked his supermodel house whore wearing her panties, his rock-hard cock shooting his hot load deep into her fertile womb.

He had recently switched from fucking her ass to filling her pussy. Mike was starting to get that familiar itch that it was time, quite literally, for a new model. When that happened, he liked to leave the girl knocked-up. It was always fascinating to see what happened, when released back into the community with no memory of the time spent in service as his fucktoy, the model discovered she was inexplicably pregnant.

He fucked her again the next morning still wearing her panties. Mike only became concerned the day after that, when he caught himself in her panties, masturbating to the thought of the pretty model being stretched out by a huge Big Black Cock. That didn’t seem right. He did a quick mental stocktake, but everything else seemed normal. Still, Mike the Mesmeriser hadn’t lived a lifetime of caution to take things at simple face value. Could someone be trying to fuck with him?

Ironically, he didn’t even think to suspect Midnight, in fact he actually ed him for a second opinion. Mike assumed a third unknown actor. After all, he really only found Midnight because he used his special talents for power and fame, living his charmed life in the glare of publicity. Who was to say there weren’t others like them, undiscovered, but like Mike, hiding in the shadows.

Could someone like that be trying to fuck with him and Midnight, or was he just being paranoid? Yes, he needed Midnight for a second opinion!

Mike the Mesmeriser realised his fatal miscalculation the moment Midnight arrived. The big powerful Black Man was making no effort to conceal the contempt in his mind for Mike, or his disdain for the white race.

“Why?” Mike managed to ask, even as their eyes silently locked in battle for dominance and control. “Because no white loser, even you, has the right to use and abuse my Brothers” grunted Midnight, straining under effort of their mental battle. “And ultimately, their can be only one true Master of this world, and that will be the Black New World Order.”

Understanding now this was a fight to the death, Mike ramped up his powers to 100%, something he hadn’t had to do for many years, controlling the easy malleable average weak human mind. But he felt confident he was stronger than Midnight.

It was only then the tiny, subtle action of his long unknown exposure to Midnight’s chemical paper could be noticed. As if, trying to rev his engine to full throttle, Mike could only achieve 95%, the smallest of inexplicable mistunes holding him back.

Midnight grinned. Not only had his chemical gamble worked, it might tip the balance. Mike redoubled his mental assault. Still he was sure he was the stronger man.

Under the immense strain, Mike started to notice the hitherto invisible hairline cracks in the very foundations of his mental citadel. Innocuous words of undermining doubt. Cute, pink, panties, small and lost. Mind open and weak.

Mike fought back furiously as Midnight tore at these tiny cracks, forcing them wider and wider, into fissures now threatening collapse. The Black Master outside his gates, then striding in, as the walls of his mental castle tumbled down around him, and Mike the Mesmeriser fell into unconsciousness.

The top lieutenants and enforcers of Mike’s crime empire all of course obeyed their hypnotist’s order to attend a special board meeting.

Just as they all obediently dropped their pants without question, and bent over the big round board room table to take their new BNWO Master’s Big Black Cocks up their virgin white assholes, before kneeling to receive and swallow their superior Black Cum. Their first act in what would now be a lifetime’s devotion to serving the Black New World Order.

Only two people didn’t get fucked by a Big Black Cock in Midnight’s board room takeover that afternoon.

One was Rex. In the week or so since his boss’ downfall, Angie had been freed to ramp up her domination of the broken gangster.

Baby Rex had arrived with her in the board room wearing his pink and blue romper, sucking on his new pacifier. It was in the shape of a Big Black Cock naturally, which Angie was been increasing in size daily to train his gag reflex.

As the enthralled lieutenants offered up their bare white assholes, Mommy unzipped Rex’s romper to reveal his diaper. The other crime lords would probably have all had a good laugh at the sight of the vicious gangster stood there in a nappy, if they hadn’t all been otherwise preoccupied themselves with the painful, large Big Black Cocks now stretching out their virgin boi pussies.

When Angie removed Rex’s diaper, they would have been further shocked to see the humiliating little pink chastity cage he was locked in. Although all too soon, they would also be appreciating the comforting confinement of locking away their useless little white clits as well.

But for now, they could only stare mindlessly as Angie abused Baby Rex’s ass with a huge Black strap-on Dildo. Tears in the eyes of Mike’s former feared enforcer from the strain of accommodating the thick, wide Dildo stretching his asshole to its limits, at the same time as nearly gagging on the big Black Dildo pacifier stuffed down his throat.

Standing to one side, arms crossed, Midnight was enjoying the satisfying scene of complete BNWO dominance and takeover unfolding before him in the board room.

Kneeling in front of him, lovingly sucking and worshiping his Big Black Cock, was the other white person in the room that afternoon not being fucked.

This woman was naked, apart from a pair of pink lacey panties tented with arousal, peroxide blonde hair flowing down her back, and the hand not wrapped around her Black Master’s mighty phallus casually tweaking the erect nipple of one of her newly minted double-D bimbo tits.

She was mindlessly happy to be giving her crime empire’s wealth and resources to her Black Master’s crusade to bring about the Black New World Order. His obedient loyal beta sissy slave, as Midnight’s dominant Big Black Cock pumped waves of superior alpha cum down her eager throat, confirming that Mike the Mesmeriser was now Michelle the Mesmerised.