The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Monday morning, Penny made her way to work with a seemingly otherworldly level of focus. Today was the day of the big presentation. All of her bosses would be there, as well as several business leaders that her company was trying to impress. She had been preparing for this presentation for weeks, and a lot was riding on it.

As she pulled her car into the parking garage, she mused on how remarkable her focus was, considering the state that she had been in when the weekend began. She had awoken on Saturday morning feeling empty – as though she were a mere shell of herself. She had submitted to Mistress, begged to be collared, and had been rejected. As she rolled out of bed, her aching body protesting violently, she felt something cold and hard beneath her and immediately remembered the nipple clamps that had claimed her nipples for such an agonizingly long time. This coupled with the sight that greeted her in the mirror brought it all back to her.

Her hair was a complete mess, and didn’t want to submit to her half-hearted attempts to flatten it down with her hands as the dried secretions and sweat that permeated it were unyielding to her touch. The wax that had dried on her chest had mostly flaked off, but there were still a few tell-tale bits clinging to her skin.

As she stared at herself, tears started to well up once again as she realized just how far she had fallen. But at the same time, the humbled, humiliated, submissive image before her also started to turn her on a bit. As the overwhelming sensations of the previous night continued to crash through her brain, Penny decided to try to take matters into her own hands.

That would begin with a shower.

She went straight to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower – washing away the remaining evidence of the previous night’s activities. She would still have a few reminders – her nipples were a bit raw and painfully sensitive, and her sex was sore from the intense stimulation it had received. But washing away the sweat and secretions made her skin feel soft and silky, even more so because her skin had absorbed the oil that had caused her to glisten in the candle light the previous evening.

Washing herself felt so wonderful that she decided to pamper herself a bit more. Turning off the shower, she sat down and drew a hot, steaming bubble bath.

As she lay in the tub, letting the currents of hot water soothe her tired muscles, she slowly allowed herself to confront what had happened the night before. She was empty of tears and had now decided to approach the situation the way she would handle most problems in her life – she would think through the situation, assess what was happening, and determine what needed to be done.

But this process proved more difficult than any problem that she had encountered anywhere else. The first few steps in the process took only a moment: she quickly admitted to herself that being with Mistress turned her on, that she wanted to continue to submit to Mistress, and that she wanted to be her slave. The reasons for this were also obvious to her – after all, she had had the breakthrough during the week that enabled her to see that in order to be in control in so many other facets of her life, she had to let herself go from time to time. Her sexual games with Mistress provided that outlet.

But why, then, had Mistress rejected her? She was no longer the protective heroine, hopelessly resisting while insisting that Mistress held some mystical power of mind control. Nor was she still the control freak who believed that it would be wrong for her to submit to someone else. Mistress had enabled Penny to see that the way she was living wasn’t completely fulfilling, and she had openly admitted her need for Mistress’s domination.

So what was missing? Penny wracked her brain, but her thoughts always went in the same circle. There were obvious things that she hadn’t realized about herself a week ago, but now she realized them. What more did Mistress want?

Eventually, Penny found herself shivering slightly, and realized that she had been turning this problem over in her mind for so long that the water had cooled. She drained the tub and turned the shower back on, both to rinse away the last traces of the bubble bath and to warm herself up again. Then she got out of the shower, dried herself off, went through her usual bathroom routine, and headed for the living room.

As she flopped down on her couch, ready to watch some TV and try to put this unsolvable puzzle out of her mind for a bit, she was suddenly overwhelmed. She burst into tears as the rational, problem solving veneer that she had maintained in the bathtub finally came crumbling down.

Penny felt lost in a kind of submissive limbo. Earning Mistress’s collar had somehow become a symbol in her mind for everything that she wanted. She had forsaken her old life of complete control, and there was no going back. She needed to submit to Mistress – to have that outlet. She could no longer convince herself that constantly maintaining control was fulfilling for her.

But she had been denied the collar, and was thus incomplete – pathetic even. She wasn’t worthy of being Mistress’s submissive – she wasn’t in control, but she wasn’t being controlled either – at least not in the deep way that she wanted. These games that she had played with Mistress so far were only that: games. If Penny was going to truly achieve the submission that she craved – the submission that would allow all of the other pieces of her successful, ambitious life to fall into place – then she needed to wear Mistress’s collar.

And she had no idea what that would take.

And so she had spent the rest of Saturday alternating between weeping on her couch, and pacing throughout her apartment as she continued to turn the situation over and over in her head. Finally, after a particularly shaking bout of tears, Penny slipped into a deep sleep on her couch.

The next day, she was determined not to allow this feeling of helplessness to continue to claim her. After all, she reasoned, her realization of her submissive side was supposed to give her a new level of energy and focus, and she would make use of that. She had completed her work in preparation for the presentation on Monday, but, she decided, it can’t hurt to practice.

And so she spent the entire day. She ignored phone calls from friends – most of whom were wondering why they hadn’t heard from her all week. She blocked out her thoughts about Mistress. She allowed herself to experience the exhilarating feeling of immersion in her work – she reveled in the feeling of being in control again – a feeling that was all the sweeter to her now that she understood its opposite.

And so, as she entered her office on Monday, Penny felt completely prepared for what the day had in store for her. She greeted Sandy warmly, noting that her assistant seemed to be positively glowing despite a look of fatigue in her eyes. But, Penny decided, she wasn’t going to concern herself with Sandy. She wasn’t even going to broach the subject of what had happened between them on Friday as Sandy had acted as an erotic sacrifice that Penny willingly made to her Mistress.

So complete was Penny’s focus that not even a shocking text message could do more than cause her a brief start. When she heard her phone chime, she checked the message, and quickly suppressed the turbulent emotions that began to move within her as she read the words:

“While you were under on Friday I decided to plant a few suggestions. I hope you enjoy them.”

Penny had no idea what suggestions Mistress had given her while she was hypnotized, and the thought of Mistress’s control caused a brief swell of arousal in her sex, but she put it out of her mind. Mistress would reveal herself when she wished. For now, Penny had to make her final mental preparations.

When she headed to the board room, she was brimming with confidence. She arrived just a few minutes early, and as she entered, her bosses all looked at her approvingly, knowing that they could count on her to do a good job. She introduced herself to the various business leaders who were there, and soon they all took their seats.

One however, was empty.

Right as the clock struck the hour, the door opened and the final business leader entered. Penny’s heart went into her throat when she saw who it was: Mistress Catherine!

Suddenly quite shaken, Penny cast her eyes away from the powerful woman, staring at the table in front of her and trying, desperately, to pull herself together as feelings of arousal and fear simultaneously claimed her.

Mistress took her seat and calmly made her introductions. When she reached Penny, she showed no signs of recognition, but simply leaned across the table with her hand extended, saying, “You must be the impressive young woman that I’ve heard so much about. I’m Dr. Chambers.”

Penny stared at Mistress’s hand for a moment, the text message she had received earlier racing through her mind. What would happen when she took Mistress’s hand? Penny started to become aware of how long she was taking to shake Mistress’s hand, and realized that she couldn’t avoid it. She reached out and they shook hands.

Nothing happened.

As Mistress took her seat, which was across from and slightly to the right of Penny, Penny began to relax just a bit. Perhaps Mistress would save the suggestions for another time. Right now, Penny needed to focus on the task at hand. She allowed her eyes to remain on Mistress – no, she needed to think of her as Dr. Chambers for the time being – as the tall woman withdrew a few items from her briefcase.

First, Dr. Chambers placed a legal pad in front of her. Then, she withdrew a retractable pen. Penny noticed that Dr. Chambers glanced in her direction as her thumb went to the back of the pen, and pressed the button to make the ballpoint appear.

“Click.” The moment Penny heard that sound, her eyes grew wide and wild, for she felt, beyond any shadow of doubt, a hand smack her bottom, causing it to sting slightly, but also giving it a warm sensation that she enjoyed.

Mistress – Penny could think of her by no other name – grinned at her ever so slightly. Then she clicked the pen again. Once again, Penny felt a hand spank her – only this time it was one the other cheek. She wasn’t quite as shocked this time, so she was able to control her reaction a bit better, but still, anyone watching her closely would have clearly noticed a jolt run through her body.

With her mind racing, Penny was barely aware of her boss coming to the front of the room and making her introductory remarks. As she began, Mistress clicked her pen again. Again, Penny felt the spanking sensation. This time, she hardly provided any visual evidence of her duress, even as her mind and body were now aflame with arousal, anxiety, and turmoil. Would Mistress continue to do this while she was presenting? If so, could she control herself? She knew that the spanking was only in her mind, and yet, it felt completely real – including the lingering sensation of warmth that seemed to channel from her cheeks right into her sex. Fortunately she was wearing a suit, so no one would be able to see her nipples jutting out from her breasts, but whether or not Penny could maintain control of herself while she presented she wasn’t sure.

Another click of the pen, and the accompanying swat to her butt, interrupted her thoughts.

Then, something new happened. As Mistress looked at Penny’s boss, seeming to pay attention to what she had to say, she casually tapped the pen against her legal pad in a way that appeared completely absent-minded.

When Penny heard this sound she once again struggled not to react. This time, though, the reaction wasn’t to pain or physical sensation – it was to pure amazement. Penny’s shoes had disappeared! She had been wearing them moments before, but now they were gone! She briefly and discreetly looked below the table, wondering if they had somehow slipped off without her noticing, but they were nowhere to be found.

“Tap!”

Right before her eyes, Penny’s hose vanished. She could suddenly see her bare feet with no shoes in sight!

Penny’s mind began to race once again. Had she been barefoot all along, and Mistress was only just now allowing her to be aware of it? Or was she still wearing shoes, but Mistress had hypnotized her to think she wasn’t?

Penny was so distracted by this latest set of events that she almost yelped out loud when she heard another click of the pen and felt a swat on her butt. She cursed herself for letting her focus wander, and resolved to be ready for that sensation at all times, no matter what new surprises Mistress had in store for her. This would be difficult, though, as there was no denying the arousal that was creeping over her – threatening to take control of her entire body and mind.

Mistress tapped the pen against the pad again and Penny suddenly felt cold air against her legs. She looked down to see that she wasn’t wearing a skirt! On some level, she was relieved. There was absolutely no way that she could have entered the room without her skirt on and not received strong reactions from the other people there. She must still be wearing a skirt, although to her senses, her growing nakedness was quite real.

Another tap, and Penny’s panties seemed to vanish, exposing her dripping sex. Seeing it as she did, she began to feel that it would be impossible for anyone in the room not to realize the growing intensity of her arousal. Soon, her juices would be running down her naked leg for all to see! No, she reminded herself, they would gather in her panties, which she knew she must still be wearing. She had to remember that – she wasn’t actually losing her clothing – she had to remain calm and focused.

“Click, click.” Penny felt two more swats on her bottom, but she was ready for them. The sensation fueled her arousal, making it impossible for her to pay any attention to what her boss was saying, but she was able to suppress any outward sign of what was happening to her.

“Tap, tap, tap.” In quick succession Penny’s suit jacket, shirt, and bra vanished from her body, leaving her completely and utterly naked. She immediately felt an impulse to cross her arms over her breasts to cover herself, but she resisted. She knew that she was the only person in the room that saw herself without any clothes on. Only she could see her engorged nipples thrusting out obscenely. Only she could see the flush that spread over chest – although they could certainly see the flush in her face that was a result of what was rapidly becoming an overwhelming sense of arousal.

With no clothing left for her to lose, Penny was now only subjected to the clicks of the pen, and Mistress didn’t let up with them. Penny felt as though her bottom must be glowing red with all of the punishment that it had taken, and her sex was just as inflamed. She was doing everything that she could to withhold her moans as this sensation threatened to push through the calm expression that she forced herself to wear.

At the same time, her nakedness was affecting her quite deeply. This entire experience already left her feeling quite naked and vulnerable, but to have that sensation so explicitly was almost more than she could bear. Part of her wanted to flee the room, while another part wanted to give in to it completely – to simply crawl onto the table and present herself to the entire room. Either way, she wanted nothing more than to touch herself – to relieve the piercing arousal that was slowly making thoughts of anything else impossible.

Fighting to control herself, Penny focused all of her mind, all of her willpower, into not allowing everything that was happening to her to register on her outward appearance. She knew that the other people in the room still saw her dressed appropriately. She knew that the spanking wasn’t real. Her dripping sex wasn’t exposed, and her nipples were safely covered. Anyone who noticed how flushed she had become (and at this point, she knew that it would be impossible for anyone not to notice) would probably think that she was just nervous about her presentation.

And now, for the first time, she was! How would she get in front of everyone like this! She would feel so exposed – so humiliated. No, she reminded herself. There was no reason to feel that way. They would see a well dressed professional. She needed to calm down!

Ironically, she realized that they best way to get a hold of herself was to focus on her arousal. She blocked out what the other people in the room might or might not see. She ignored her perceptions of her own nakedness. Instead, she allowed her arousal to take her away; to carry her and allow her to float above it all. Her eyes were half closed as she simply reveled in the sensation – not allowing it to register on her countenance because it was so deeply and completely embedded within her. She even found herself smiling in a serene state of erotic bliss.

“Penny?” Her boss’s voice snapped her out of it. She was suddenly aware that all eyes in the room were on her. Was she really naked?! For a moment, her hands wanted, once again, to cover her breasts.

But then she realized that they were all simply waiting for her to move to the front of the room. A bit shaken, she stood on wobbly legs and made her way to the small podium that would allow her to control the projector. As she got set up, she heard Mistress’s voice.

“Would anyone mind if I eat a bit of a snack – I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning.”

No one objected, and Mistress withdrew an apple from her briefcase.

“Hello, everyone,” Penny began, “and thank you for…” Mistress bit into her apple with an audible crunch, “c-c-coming.” Penny struggled to get the word out as the sound of Mistress’s apple seemed to trigger a new sensation – a sensation that Penny doubted she could ignore: she felt a wet and skilled tongue lick briefly, tantalizingly, across her sex, including her sensitive, aroused clitoris.

Penny paused for a moment, not sure that she would be able to go on; completely lost in the sensation. She knew that she was failing – that she would ruin the presentation. But this new sensation seemed as if it might be more than she could bear.

“Click.”

A strong smack on her bottom parted the erotic mists that had clouded her mind, bringing back enough focus for her to continue.

She launched into her introductory remarks even as she felt all of the eyes in the room boring into her. Her nakedness made her feel so open, so on display, even though she knew that it was an illusion.

“Crunch.” Once again, the tongue made its way over her sex. Penny stuttered through her sentence again, but this time was able to continue, even though her arousal was reaching all new heights.

“Crunch.” This time, Penny didn’t miss a beat in her speech, although she felt as though her entire being might be torn apart as the sensations churning through her pressed throughout her body, desperate for an outlet.

Fortunately, Penny’s focus the previous day was proving to be her saving grace. She had gone over this presentation so many times, and so thoroughly, that she was able to deliver it without much conscious thought. Instead, all of her conscious focus was on being ready for Mistress’s various erotic torments, and controlling herself in front of the audience.

And Mistress remained merciless. She continued to eat her apple and click her pen throughout Penny’s presentation, driving the helpless woman wild with desire. Penny fought to remind herself that all of this, her nakedness, the relentless spanking, the skilled, teasing tongue, were all simply in her mind – that no one else in the room but she and Mistress had any idea what was happening.

But that realization, itself, almost proved Penny’s undoing. As she thought about her situation, of Mistress’s ability to dominate her in this way, she almost crossed the point of no return. Knowing that she and her Mistress were engaging in this complex and deep act of dominance and submission; that even in this room, surrounded by these people, she was helpless to resist her Mistress’s commands – that she was still nothing more than a submissive pawn in Mistress’s erotic game – turned her on perhaps more than any of the physical sensations that she was experiencing. The calm, unknowing eyes of her audience burned into her with an erotic heat that was more intense than the audience who had watched her ride the sybian while sacrificing Sandy to Mistress’s dominance.

It took every last ounce of Penny’s will to complete the final portions of her presentation. Try as she might, she couldn’t get her mind away from the idea that something so intense was happening in this room, and yet only she and Mistress were aware of it. As she uttered the final words, she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees, crawl to her Mistress, and worship her feet. She wanted nothing more than to be allowed to see her clothes again, so that she could tear them off, truly allowing everyone to see her naked body. She wanted Mistress to administer a real spanking, with each swat ringing through the room for all to hear.

But instead, she smiled humbly as the audience applauded enthusiastically. Her boss and the other higher-ups looked upon her approvingly as she almost blindly made her way back to her chair. As her boss rose to make some concluding remarks, she reached with shaky hands for a water pitcher in the middle of the table, and poured herself a glass. Pressing the cold glass to her cheek, she desperately tried to cool her blood, to ease the throbbing need that was consuming her from the inside.

“Crunch.”

She couldn’t help it. A small moan escaped her lips. Everyone turned to look at her.

“Penny, are you okay?” Her boss looked at her, an expression of concern on her face.

Feeling, once again, as though her nakedness was completely and humiliatingly real, Penny practically gasped, “Yes, I’m fine, I just… banged my toe.”

Everyone seemed to accept her answer, although Mistress’s gaze lingered on Penny, who looked back at her pleadingly. She was losing control. She had fought so long and so hard not to let her arousal cause her to ruin this meeting, but she knew that she couldn’t take any more. As she stared at Mistress, she did everything that she could to convey to her Mistress how close she was to being utterly lost – unable to prevent herself from giving in to all of the desires that raged within her.

Mistress held her gaze for several long moments.

Then she casually tossed the apple core into the garbage can behind her and set her pen down.

Penny frantically wiped tears from her eyes as this act of mercy nearly overwhelmed her emotionally. Fighting to collect herself, she half-heartedly clapped as her boss finished the meeting.

“We hope that you have all enjoyed Penny’s presentation, and that we can all do business together very soon.”

The meeting had finally, mercifully, come to a close.