The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Troy’s doorbell rang. When it wasn’t immediately answered, it rang again. A series of short, quick rings followed. Troy ran to the door and opened it.

Helen stood on the dark, rain-splattered porch, her wet hair sticking to her face. Her bare feet were muddy and the torn, soaked pajamas she wore clung to her little shivering frame.

“H-hi, Troy. C-can I come in?”

“Yeah, ok,” he said, with the obliviousness of an 8-year-old. “Uh, wipe your feet, please.”

Troy let her in and shut the door behind her as a voice shouted from up the stairs.

“Troilus! Who is?”

“It’s Helen, Propappou. You don’t know her,” he responded.

“I went to Julie’s house, but nobody was home,” Helen said as she wiped her bare feet on the mat. She got most of the mud off of them, but there was still enough on her feet to leave muddy footprints as she and Troy walked up the stairs to the living room.

“Our parents all went to a party; she’s staying here tonight.” They entered the living room and he called to the blanket fort “Hey, Julie, Helen’s here.”

“None shall enter the fortress of Princess Mesmera,” said a voice from inside.

An old man wearing a red velvet smoking jacket walked into the room, his long, bushy beard hovering inches over the tray of pizza rolls and sausage, cheese, and crackers that he carried. “Hey, who you? Why you get dirt in…” He took in the sight of the wet 8-year-old in the ripped pajamas and set the tray down.

“Please, sir. I can’t go back home.”

“Oh, you Helena?”

The girl nodded, looking down at her feet and noticing for the first time that she was tracking mud. She immediately dropped to her knees and tried to wipe it up with her sleeve.

“Hey, hey, is all right, I get that. My name Byroni, everyone call me Propappou because I Troy’s Propappou. Helena, is good Greek name. And you friend of Troy, so you friend of Propappou too, like Julie. Hey, you Helena, he Troy; it work!”

He went to hug the little girl, but stopped when he saw her flinch as he got close. “Oh! That why you no can go home. Well, you safe here now. Julie, get out of there. Run home and get some dry clothes and shoes for you friend. Jammies too, is sleepover. Troilus, show her to bathroom to wash feet and go get blanket. I make cocoa and do fireplace, then take care of mud.”

The kids went about their tasks. As Troy took Helen to show her where the bathroom was, she stopped, turned around, and ran up and hugged the old man around the waist; soaking the leg of his pants.

“Thank you, Propappou. Nobody ever called me Helena before. It sounds nice.”

“Then that what Propappou call you from now on. You go get clean and dry off, Helena. Of to be the cocoa when you done.”

Contessa Helena de San Finzione sipped her cocoa while watching the servants clean and decorate her castle’s grand ballroom. The ball wasn’t for another two days, but whenever she held one, she liked watching everything come together.

She had chosen to wear a white blouse with black men’s slacks today, and the second phone that she kept for social purposes had been in the front pocket of her slacks, buzzing all day with RSVPs. The brief moments of stimulation from the buzz added to the giddiness she was already feeling as workmen carried in ladders to hang decorations.

She was doing something now, taking action instead of just waiting for Troy & Julie’s prank to go off. She knew they both preferred a quiet life, albeit one with a lot of polyamorous sex, but she could relate to that last part. Being able to have anyone you want, any time you want was too much to give up, even for true love. Dragging them into the spotlight and out of their comfort zone was the easiest way at her disposal to throw them off their game.

The other phone buzzed, the one that the police had been calling to report on the couple’s movements. They’d just returned to the hotel from a day at the beach. Two other women accompanied them to their room.

Helen took in the information and smiled. They’d just proven the point she’d been thinking about. And whatever they had planned next, they were probably going to be in their room for a while, possibly with the trunk that had somehow disappeared between checking into their hotel and the first time the police had searched the room.

She took another sip of cocoa. She had to see what they were doing in that room. Well, she KNEW what they’d be doing in there with their two new “friends,” of course. But she needed more than could be told from an empty hotel room or a telephoto lens. Bugging the room, naturally, would have been unsporting of her. If she could just drop by and take a look…

A text came in with the answer to her problem. Something she’d ordered yesterday was ready for pickup. Helen finished her cup and smiled as she buzzed for Maria. Somehow, drinking cocoa always made her feel like her luck was improving.

Maria arrived and collected the cup. “I make good, Contessa?”

Helena sat for a moment before answering. “Excellent, Maria. Not perfect. But that’s not your fault; there’ll never be a perfect cup again.” She tried to push the memory away and concentrate on the present. “The thing I made yesterday is ready to be picked up. I’d like you to do it and deliver it to their hotel.”

“Si, Contessa,” Maria said before turning away to take care of the cup and go get the item. La Contessa grabbed the maid’s arm before she could turn away. She rose from her chair.

“Let’s take this to the study. I have some special instructions for you before you go.”

There was a knock at the door to the hotel room. Troy Equals got up and went to answer it as the three women in the room went about stashing various items out of sight. A fourth beautiful young woman with long, black hair was waiting at the door; an envelope in her hand.

“Signor Troy Equals,” she asked.

“Yes. We met briefly a couple days ago, I think. Maria, right?”

“Si. I come with an invitation from La Contessa de San Finzione to her ball Friday night at Finzione Castle.” She extended the envelope and Troy took it. He opened it, seeing exactly what he expected; an invitation engraved in gold. He sighed and put it back in the envelope.

“Thank you. You can give her our RSVP that we’ll be there. Would you care to come in?”

“Si, Grazi.” Maria stepped into the room. A large trunk sat at the foot of the bed, Julie rapidly closing it as Maria walked in. Two more women sat on the couch with a mostly-empty bottle of wine and a laptop on the coffee table in front of them. They closed the laptop when Julie looked their direction. All three were dressed only in bikini bottoms.

“Sorry,” Troy explained as Julie reached for a bathrobe. “We’ve just come from the beach. Hey, let me ask you something: Is every place in this country called San Finzione something?”

“Most of la familia’s holdings, si. Not all. Before we speak further, Signor Equals, La Contessa advise me to tell you that if I start to feel like say to you or Signora Equals or you friends private things about her or you try to make me forget things, I am… eh… grilleto to fall into deep sleep where only she can wake me.”

“That bitch,” Julie said, rising from the bed and walking over to the couch. “She’s probably making you remember every tiny detail and word while you’re here, too. Aren’t you, you fucking cunt whore bitch slut?”

“Si. And I am to answer things like that from you with ‘Right back atcha, ya skanky cow.’”

Julie sat down between the other two women, putting a hand on each of their knees. “Well, part of the jig is up anyway. Brenda, Claire, this is Maria, she’s Helen’s personal maid. When she gets back home, Helen will make her report everything she hears and sees; and Maria’s seen the wedding video, so she’ll recognize you two and tell her you’re here with us. So, if you’ve got anything to say to Helen, now’s the time.”

“Yeah,” Claire shouted drunkenly. “I want a fuckin’ iPad!”

Brenda took off her glasses, rose to her feet and walked toward Maria. “I got a message for your Contessa: Hey, Helen, remember shutting off my brain and making me mindlessly fuck Troy until I was commanded to a screaming orgasm?” She wrapped her arms around Maria and kissed her deeply. The maid hesitated a moment, then accepted the kiss before responded with enthusiasm.

When the kiss ended, Brenda spoke again. “Good thing for you I think that shit’s incredibly hot. That’s why I hang out with these two. Gimme a call when you’re in the states again.” She walked back to the couch and reclaimed her seat next to Julie.

“Ok, see what she did there?” Julie asked. “Dammit, Susan should be here for this. Definitely a teachable moment: shock, then acceptance, then agreement; classic signs of control. I’m going to ask a personal question about YOU, Maria, NOT the Cuntessa: You weren’t into girls before you met her, were you?”

Maria shook her head no. Julie continued. “Before then, was there someone you liked; a boy your age that caught your eye? You’re what? Nineteen? Twenty? There must have been someone.”

“Twenty, Si. The butcher boy who bring deliveries to castle; we talk a few times, he handsome.”

Troy chimed in. “So, you worked in the castle before Helen arrived?”

“No, I live there. My great-grandfather, he was the Count. Was happy day when he re-married.”

Troy continued. “So, and again, personal question about YOU, not HER: If she hadn’t married him, you would be Countess now instead of her maid, wouldn’t you?” Maria nodded in the affirmative and Troy slammed his fist onto the trunk. “DAMMIT! Now I’m sure we’re doing the right thing!”

Maria walked to the bed and sat facing him. “Signor Equals, I am happy in my life. Somewhere, deep inside, I know that I only happy because La Contessa tell me to be, but I no care. There are many people in world who are not happy, and plenty of people who only happy because others tell them to be. I am one of those ones.”

“Oh, we have a friend you should meet who can tell you all about that. And enough of this Signor/Signora shit. I’m Troy and that’s Julie.” Maria’s eyes lit up as she heard the name.

“You are Troy? Propappou Byroni, he YOUR Propappou?” Troy nodded. “I must take you somewhere; show you something. I apologize, Signora… Julie. Ferrari only have two seats, and he need to see more than you.”

Troy nodded again. “I’ll get dressed,” he said pulling down his swimming trunks from the beach visit. Maria gasped and stared at the tool dangling between his legs. Troy registered this and reached for his smoking jacket to cover up. “Oh, God, I’m sorry, Maria! All of the other women in this room have seen me nude many times and I’m just used to getting undressed in front of them.” He grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to dress.

“You gonna be ok while I’m gone, Mistress?” He called from the bathroom.

Julie turned to kiss Brenda as her hand moved up Claire’s thigh. “Oh, I’m sure I can find something to do while you’re out, Master.”

Maria looked confused. “You name Equals, but you call him Master and he call you Mistress?”

Julie broke the kiss and turned to face Maria. “Oh, it’s something we’ve always done. We both developed an interest in hypnosis and mind control at an early age. We call each other Master and Mistress the way other couples might say ‘darling’ or ‘honey.’” Maria nodded, still not quite getting it.

Julie got up and walked to her. “Another personal question for you, Maria: Are you still interested in men?” Maria nodded, glancing toward the bathroom. Julie had an angry look on her face. “Well, let me make something clear: If you think about trying anything with my husband while the two of you are alone…” She dropped the face and started laughing. “Go for it! I’m completely ok with it; hell, I’m going to be fucking these two while you’re gone. We’re celebrating their last night in town. And if you’ve got time when you get back and feel like it, we’d be happy to have fun with you too. Helen has to have expected that.”

“Si, she give me rest of day off. She say to have fun if I wish.”

Julie responded to that with a small kiss. “And do you wish?”

“Si,” Maria breathed out as Troy emerged from the bathroom and she found herself glancing at his crotch. “I like to get to know bibliotecaria better.” Julie looked confused.

“She means me,” Brenda said. “It’s Italian for Librarian. You can tell I’m a librarian even dressed like this,” she asked, squeezing her naked breasts together. “Damn, I need to change my haircut or something.”

“Don’t you EVER do that, and that IS a command,” Julie responded. Brenda gave a little shudder and moaned approvingly. Dampness started to appear on the front of her bikini bottom. Julie motioned for Brenda and Claire to come to the bed and turned back to Maria. “Well, the sooner you go, the sooner you can get back.”

Maria stood and walked toward the door as the three of them lay on the bed.

“Gonna be all right without me,” Troy asked jokingly as he opened the door.

“Oh, yeah,” Julie said, reaching for one of their suitcases. “I packed along Troys 3 through 7. We’ll be waiting for you.”

Troy sighed. “I’ll explain in the car,” he said to Maria as they walked out.

They drove away from the city center of San Finzione, into the neighborhoods where people had better things to do than cater to tourists. Troy looked out the windows, imagining he could see property values decreasing as they drove.

“We just get by…however we can,” he sang to himself. “We all gotta DUCK…when the shit hits the fan.”

“Huh,” Maria asked as she turned a corner.

“Circle Jerks song, take too long to explain. So, this is the REAL San Finzione?”

“It getting better. Whatever you think of La Contessa, she try to do good for the people.”

“I’m sure she does. It’s how she goes about it that I take issue with.”

The Ferrari came to a stop in front of a five-story white building, lit up at night, making it stand out in the urban darkness. The giant red cross and the entrance marked “Emergencia” identified it as a hospital.

What stood out most to Troy was the statue in front of the building. A kindly-looking old man with a big bushy beard, with his hands outstretched, seemingly waiting for a hug. A tear came to his eye as he noticed the jacket the statue was wearing. It was identical to the one he’d used to cover himself back in the hotel room. He read the sign out loud.

“Propappou Byroni Memorial Children’s Hospital. She named the children’s hospital after him.”

“Si. And the orphanage and the runaway shelters. She visit sometimes, but she no have time since you been here.”

Troy couldn’t hold back the tears any further as he handed his phone to Maria and asked her to get out and take pictures. By the time she returned to the car, he was better. There were several minutes of silence on the drive back to the hotel before he spoke.

“She called my friend Susan one of my ‘little wounded birds.’ She likes to forget that she was the first.”

“I know some of story, not all. I know to make cocoa when…I no can say.”

“Let me tell you something, Maria. You AND Helen, since I know she’s going to make you tell her everything we’ve said: If I’d seen this before finding out what she did to you, we might’ve called off our plan.”

Maria nodded. “But you still going to do whatever you plan?”

Troy smiled. “Oh, yes.”