The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

niokos stayed in the Whetstone House, head tied back, for two days. I had hoped he’d break more quickly. ada cleaned up after him and bathed him with a rag. I would release his head and tell him to stand and he would not so I would reposition his head and sit to tell him more of the story. The saga goes on forever and can take four evenings to tell so I didn’t worry about running out of things to say. I used the most soothing voice I could, the softest, gentlest touch to his hair and face, and he was a stone of silence. His mouth gag didn’t encourage him to try to talk, but he wouldn’t even groan when released from his tortuous position. Finally, near the end of the full third day, something in his eyes changed. They grew softer somehow, his eyelids and nostrils relaxed and he gave a soft sigh. He looked at the whetstone, finally, and I knew he had given up hope of freeing himself.

I fought back my revulsion to him and kissed his forehead.

“There’s a good man, a strong man. It took strength to look at that stone. I’m very proud of you. The whetstone is proud of you, as well. Look how it glows in the sunlight, how the evening sun slants down on it through the window. We know the stone is white but the low sun turns it reddish and highlights the cracks and divots with shadow. When you touch it, it will be as warm as the coals behind you. Can you hear its voice calling you? It wants you to surrender to it.

“I’m going to untie your head now. You can rest your head on the ground and close your eyes. You are so brave but so tired. It’s alright to close your eyes and just relax. I’m here to take care of you.”

I continued talking to him softly, crooning as I would to a baby, as I freed his head from the ropes. I supported his head, lowering it gently to the floor. His eyes were closed, his head heavy and neck relaxed.

“There’s a good boy. You’re so relaxed and quiet. Just lie there while I untie your feet. I’m sure they must be tired, too.”

I untied the rope from his ankles and started to massage him, starting with his feet.

“You’re alright now, niokos, you’re safe. Just see the whetstone in your mind while you listen to my voice. Let your feet relax under my touch. Now I’m massaging your ankles. Let them relax as I touch them. Now feel how tenderly and gently I massage your legs, working my way up, helping your muscles relax. You feel more and more relaxed as I massage you. You feel more and more at peace with yourself, ready to let go. I’m here to take care of you. Let me take care of you. Just relax.”

I heard him sigh again by the time I reached his thighs. The muscles felt stiff and weak. He was still recovering from his beating and his long period of bed rest had weakened him. I felt I could handle him easily if he tried to escape.

“I’m going to free your wrists now, and massage your arms. I know that will feel so good. You can tell I know what’s best for you. You can just relax and let me take care of you.”

I untied the rope from around his wrists and started to massage his hands, wrists, and up toward his shoulders, switching back and forth between both arms. They were limp in my hands, moving however I directed them. It was a good sign.

“What a good boy you are, niokos, I’m so proud of how relaxed you are. I know you’re listening to my voice and paying close attention. You are so tired but it’s easy to just listen to me, to let me massage you. How good that feels to you, to let me care for you, to let me make the decisions about what your body does.”

When I was done massaging his arms I returned to stroking his hair again.

“Now you are very relaxed, very pleasantly relaxed, and becoming more and more relaxed as I pet you. It feels so good to be pet, to be a pet, to be my pet. And what a good pet you are. Now you want to sit up, don’t you? I can see it in your muscles. They’re remembering how good it feels to sit and they’re starting to make you sit up.”

It did look like his body was dragging itself up to sit. He groaned through his gag, which I still hadn’t removed, as he felt the pain and stiffness of moving to a new position, but he didn’t seem to come up from his deep relaxation.

“you are such a good boy, niokos. Thank you for sitting up. I know that must have been difficult. How strong and resilient you are to be able to sit up so soon. And yet you are so relaxed. Being relaxed made it easier. Listening to me and doing as I say makes everything easier, doesn’t it? You don’t even have to think, you just have to relax, and suddenly there’s so much more you can do. It brought out strength you didn’t even know you had. You are so much stronger and better when you listen to me. Now I want you to open your eyes and look at the whetstone.”

He slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the stone. It was nearly dark now but the sliver of moon was in the window and the coals behind us cast a dim light on the stone. It looked like a ghost, shimmering and barely there.

“It’s hard to look at it, isn’t it? To see it as it really is. But I know you can do it because you are relaxed and listening to me and when you listen to me you are capable of doing everything I say. You can see the whetstone clearly, niokos, and you can hear it calling to you. You should reach out to it and touch it.”

I knew the stone was too far away for him to touch but he stretched his hands out, reaching for it. He grimaced but kept reaching.

“That’s alright, niokos, you are just a small boy and can’t reach the whetstone. But I know you really want to, so I’m going to let you get up and go to it. You may stand now. You have the strength to because I’m letting you.”

He stood and stumbled toward the whetstone. He nearly fell against it and he let out a loud groan when he touched it. The story had told him all about how warm and soft and perfect it was. In the story the men fall under its spell as soon as they touch it and I could tell that the story was very real to him, he belonged to the stone the moment his skin came in contact with it.

“There’s a good boy, there’s a good boy.”

I followed him over and pet him as he clung to the stone. I was still wary that he was just acting and now would be the perfect time for him to try to sweep me aside and make an escape, but he didn’t, he just moaned over and over and tears started to flow. I crooned to him and touched him and let him cry.

“I know how good it feels, pet. I know how relieved you are to belong to the whetstone now. I’m so proud of you.”

A little while passed before he was quiet. Tears and saliva clung to his cloth gag and I was tempted to remove it. I was still wary of him, however, and tried to think of a simple test to prove to myself that he would not use words to escape if I untied the gag.

“niokos, my good little boy, you must be very tired. Come away from the stone now and lie down here. Let me comfort you. You don’t have to think about things now, you can just continue to relax. That’s right, just lie down with your head in my lap and let me pet you. Shhh, little one, don’t cry any more. You’re safe in my arms.

“It’s time to truly set you free from your bonds, child. I set your head free, and yours wrists and ankles, but now your mouth will be free. I know the best way to stop your weeping, my pet.”

I loosened my kahm and freed a breast. His eyes were closed, still leaking. I held a forefinger in front of his face.

“Look at my finger, niokos. Follow it closely now.”

He opened his eyes and focused on the finger as I drew it to my breast and touched my nipple. There was nothing in his eyes, no sense of who he was before, but a longing for me that was nearly palpable.

“Yes, I know how much you want to suckle, little niokos. I’m here for you. I am the Whetstone in the flesh. I, too, am warm and soft. I, too call for you. You are so small but I am so proud of how strong you are, how obedient, how relaxed you are in my arms. You do want to suckle, don’t you, little boy?”

He nodded slightly and his eyes looked hungry. He started moaning. I supported his head with one hand and untied his gag with the other. As soon as it was off I lifted his head to my breast, leaning forward a little so he could reach it more easily. He opened his mouth and closed it round my nipple, beginning to suck gently, then more passionately, his eyes shut tight. I started rocking him back and forth.

“There’s a good boy. There’s a good niokos. You are such a good little boy. So good and gentle and kind. So strong and obedient and happy in my arms. Happy to hear my voice and obey it. Happy to belong to the whetstone.”

I continued crooning to him and eventually switched breasts for him. I was exhausted but I had won. He was hot to the touch, unwashed and strong-smelling, heedless of his condition. His suckling was as refreshing to me as it was to him. Finally I was silent. He fell asleep in my arms. I debated with myself whether to continue with a more conventional whetting or let him rest and recover. I decided that I had to take advantage of his state of mind, I was too afraid he’d find a means of escape if I waited too long.

Gaen and brer came to check on me. I wanted to snuggle with both of them, but I held a finger to my lips and motioned for them to enter. Gaen came to my side and I whispered in her ear, “I need your help. You take brer into a trance. I want niokos to wake to the litany. It will be easier for him if he sees another man being whetted.”

She nodded and whispered an explanation to brer. They moved closer to the whetstone and he kneeled at her feet. She looked so sure of herself, my little daughter, but somehow I knew that she would not be the next Whetstone. My eyes slid to brer and noticed how attentive and respectful he was toward Gaen.

She started the call and response, her voice childish and high but sure and steady. brer answered her in a calm voice. I turned niokos’ head away from my belly and toward the sight of girl and boy before the whetstone. I stroked his hair and down his cheek to wake him. When he opened his eyes he gave a start and seemed to struggle with himself. I kept silent and continued to pet him. He closed his eyes again for a brief moment before watching Gaen and brer repeat the first stanza over and over again. When I felt him relax again I started whispering along with Gaen, thinking this might prompt him to respond along with brer, but he was quiet, breathing regularly. He fell asleep again.

“Gaen, bring brer out of his trance. I’ll have to try something else.”

She did so, quickly and smoothly. Brer prostrated himself to her and they both turned to me.

“Help me move him closer to the whetstone and get him in a kneeling position. brer, you help him stay upright. Gaen, stay behind them and keep an eye on the coals, they’re starting to die down.”

When we were all in position, niokos’ right arm around brer’s neck, I knelt and kissed nioko’s on the lips. He started to respond before opening his eyes. I knew that if he did he would see the whetstone forming a halo around my head. His breathing came faster as we kept kissing, tongues circling each other, lips embracing. brer moved away and niokos kept himself upright, leaning slightly into the kisses. Finally I tore myself away from him and looked into his eyes, asking, “What does the whetstone do?”

“Sharpens the blade,” he whispered hoarsely.

“What does the Whetstone do?”

“Sharpens the mind,” he said after a brief pause, lowering his eyes.

“To whom do you belong?”

“To you, Whetstone.”

We continued our call and response. Every sentence his spoke came faster and clearer. Finally I said, “niokos, I am going to move now. You will see the whetstone in its entirety. Study it until it burns itself into your mind. Then you may sleep.”

“Yes, Master.”

I rose and Gaen and I and brer moved out of the Whetstone house and into the fresh, cool air. brer, kneeling by my side, leaned his head against my thigh. I absentmindedly stroked his hair, lost in thought, until Gaen said, “brer broke a rule.”

“Oh?”

“He leaned against you without your permission.”

“You’re right, sweetheart, he did.”

“Are you going to punish him?”

“No, I think we’re all tired. Mercy is a gift to the Whetstone that few other Amaz receive.”

“I would punish him.”

“Is that because you are still young or because you are not a Whetstone?” I asked quietly.

“Because he broke a rule.”

“You have broken countless rules, little girl, and I’ve shown you mercy more times than I can count on my fingers and toes.”

“Yes, but I’m female.”

“Yes, but you’re a daughter.”

We smiled at each other.

“I miss you,” I whispered.

“I miss you, too, mommy. But sleeping in my own bed is fun.”

“I know. If you have any bad dreams, though, you know you can always snuggle with me.”

“Even with po on one side and brer on the other?”

“Are you jealous?”

“Sometimes I think you love your men more than you love me.”

“Impossible. I don’t love men. And I couldn’t possibly love anyone more than I love you.”

“But you’re going to have brer’s baby. She’s going to be the Whetstone.”

I started and brer lifted his head from my thigh.

“Who told you that? brer and I haven’t even done anything that would lead to babies.”

“My dreams tell me everything. You are going to fall in love with brer and have his children and his daughter is going to be the Whetstone. I saw her.”

“And what will you be, Gaen?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“In my dreams I am a panther. I have a scar on my left flank and am blind in one eye and older than the forest.”

“What do you think that means?”

She didn’t answer but looked intently at brer before saying, “Will you take me with you when you go to the witch?”

I nodded dumbly, unable to think of anything to say, any way to argue with her.

“And will you give me a horse?”

“Not this year.”

“Three years from now.”

“For a little girl you’re very demanding,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood, but my daughter was very serious, very sure of everything, and very inflexible.

“Three years from now you’re going to give me a stallion and I’m going to drive out the Gareka.”

I nodded to her, the salute of equal to equal, and she nodded back. Suddenly she looked my daughter again and she rushed to hug me.

“I’m afraid,” she whispered into my stomach. I put an arm around her and a hand on her head.