The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As Jackie walked into work and towards her office, she was the recipient of many shocked and amazed stares. Those who knew here were amazed at the changes. The others, and nearly all the men, were just hypnotized by the way her full cleavage rolled and giggled in her low cut top. Their obvious attraction and the lust directed her way was driving her level of desire higher and higher, but Sharon had made it very clear to her that she was not to cum or even touch herself without permission.

She knew that her position in the office would prevent at least most direct inquiries as to her new curves and fashion sense. She wondered how Sharon would be managing the pressure and questions. Her workspace was a cubicle and she’d be facing a lot of stared and very direct questions.

She tried to work as usual but each time she had to leave her office she was incredibly self-conscious, feeling her body giggle and noticing conversations stop dead as she approached. She simultaneously was mortified and aroused by the attention. She knew her pussy was wet with her needs.

After just a couple hours of this frustration, Sharon stopped by her office. Her wide smile conveyed that she certainly wasn’t having too hard a time with the third degree from coworkers. She was stunning in a long red pencil-thin skirt that hugged her curvy hips and a tight black sweater that clung to her full firm breasts and made it clear she was not wearing a bra and didn’t need to.

They hugged tightly. With Sharon’s new height she towered over Jackie and her breasts landed above Jackie’s as they were squeezed together in the embrace.

Sharon was full of joy and laughter as she described the looks and comments she’d been getting all morning. Not only were the men falling over themselves in appreciation of her body but the women were also affected. The strength of her personality was conveyed wordlessly they were deferring to her when it came to every decision and opinion. She told of how she felt she could take control of any one of them and they’d never know why.

“And you, pet,” Sharon smiled, “are you finding it a bit hard to work and think?”

“Yes, it’s unbearable,” Jackie responded. “All I can think of is how much I’m wanted, desired, lusted after. How their looks translate into lust and fantasy. It seems I want every one of them to watch me, to desire me, to fuck and use me.”

Sharon smiled and laughed. “Maybe you won’t have to wait too long for that, my girl. Tell me, who in this company would you like to fuck the most?”

Jackie thought for a second, letting herself indulge the fantasy. “Chris, that man who delivers the mail. He’s so young and fit and hot.” She blushed as she revealed her forbidden thoughts.

Sharon didn’t hesitate before picking up the phone and dialing the mailroom. She asked for him and in moments he was on the other end of the line. Jackie was squirming in her chair.

“Chris, Ms. Fraser has requested that you meet her in her office in 20 minutes. Please don’t be late and just come right in. The door will likely be closed, but she’ll be expecting you.” Her voice carried so much confidence and authority. Without waiting for a response she simply hung up.

“Now, let’s get you ready for your visitor,” she said as she turned to address Jackie. “Come out her on this side of the desk.” Wordlessly, Jackie obeyed, feeling the heat flow through her.

Turning Jackie back towards her desk, Sharon kneeled behind her and attached metal cuffs to Jackie’s ankles. She pulled her legs wide and cuffed them to the legs of the desk, forcing her skirt to ride high and making it clear that there were no panties beneath her garter belt. Sharon moved behind the desk and attached cuffs to Jackie’s wrists. She fixed a short chain to them and started pulling her forwards, bending her over the desk, exposing her ass to the closed door. Using the chain Sharon, trapped her, drawing it down to another desk leg. Jackie was fully bent over her own desk with her ass high and her breasts squashed beneath her.

Sharon was whistling joyfully as she placed the keys to the cuffs in an envelope and slid them into Jackie’s desk drawer, out of her reach. She took out a note bad and started scribbling down a message. Once it was complete, she showed it to her trapped plaything.

“Chris, you can free me if you like and you’ll have my thanks. However, if you will please fuck me first I promise I’ll suck your cock and wear your cum on my tits.”

Jackie opened her mouth to gasp and protest, but Sharon’s only response was to stuff her mouth full of a pink rubber ball gag. Sharon moved out of Jackie’s view. Jackie could feel her tuck the note into her garter belt. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

Sharon returned to her field of view. “Now, be a good girl and obey Mistress Sharon, and obey young Chris as well. And also, after you get yourself fucked like a whore, I’m taking you to lunch. Have fun!” She could only hear Sharon rummaging around for a minute out of her view before she departed and closed the door behind her.

Jackie was left there, the door closed behind her, waiting for her humiliation. It felt like an eternity, with images of her position and embarrassment filling her mind. She could feel herself drooling around the gag and her exposed pussy tingling in anticipation.

Finally she heard the door open after a soft knock. “Ms. Fraser, you wanted to see me?” Chris’s voice started before it turned into an unbelieving gasp. “Oh my god!” He closes the door quickly behind him. “Are you okay, Ms. Fraser?”

Jackie could only nod, feeling now how badly she wanted to feel him inside her. She heard him approach closer and slide the note from her garter belt. His silence let her know that he was reading the note, probably trying to convince himself this wasn’t a dream.

“Is this for real?” he managed to stutter out. Again, Jackie could only moan and nod in response. She heard him quickly lock the door and hurry to kick himself out of his pants. “Oh god, this is unbelievable, you look so hot.”

His hands were roaming over her ass, pulling her stretched skirt even higher. Her garter belts strained across the flesh of her bare ass. He was hard already, probably since his first sight of her. She moaned around the gag as she finally felt his stiff cock slide against her eager cunt lips. A tingle shoots through her body as he slides into her, moving his hands to her hips. Thoughts of who might hear of this, who he’d brag to, how she’d face him afterwards are driven from her mind as she knows she’s being a good girl, being used like a slut.

Hearing his grunts and groans, feeling her body driven against her desk over and over, she loved the feeling, the sensation of his young stiff rod filling her over and over. She drooled over some memo on her desk and smelled their scents filling her office. She felt his need and arousal through every pore in her body, as well as with the direct sensation of his swollen cock stretching her.

She heard a change in tone in Chris’s groans, and felt his body trembling. His thrusts had a new urgency. With a breathless gasp, his cum exploded into her. She felt the heat inside her and her own orgasm crashed down upon her. She was shaking and rattling her chains as the waves rolled over her. Breathing hotly through her nose her body was weak. Chris slid from her and pulled himself back into his trousers before starting to free her. He started with the gag. As it was pulled from her aching jaw he asked her, “Where are the keys?”

She swallowed and licked the drool from her lips. “In my desk drawer,” she managed to squeak out.

In a few minutes she was free, and smoothing her skirt down over her hips. In her post-coital clarity she remembered to be embarrassed, but also the rest of her task. “Thank you so much, I really need that.”

“Oh no, thank you,” he stammered, “That was unbelievable.”

She moved to him, running her hands down his chest as she dropped to her knees. Her hands slid to her top and tugged it down, letting her D cups spring free. “Come here, we’re not done yet,” she purred up at him, loving his reaction to her enlarged breasts.

She tugged down his pants and boxers, and let her fingers roam over his semi-erect shaft.

“You don’t have to,” he mumbled.

“Oh yes, I do.”

She sucked him into her mouth, tasting the strong mixture of their juices. She worked him with her lips, tongue and hands, feeling him spring quickly back to life in her mouth. Her ministrations increased in speed and urgency as she felt his responses.

He was moaning again, and trying to say something. “Will you... could you...?”

She slipped her mouth from him long enough to say, “Anything, just ask me, just tell me to do it, command me”

“I want you to suck my balls.”

“Oh yes, Sir,” she cooed. Her hand moved to stroke him as she lowered herself to draw his balls into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She teased them with her tongue, swirling them around as she stroked him faster and faster. She could tell from the new sounds that she was doing it right. His cock was stiff and hot in her tight grip. She loved the feel of him, his youth and tightness, and she loved her submissive position at his feet.

“Ohhhh, I’m going to cum again,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

She pulled from him, his balls popping from her mouth. She pointed his trembling member at her heaving breasts while stroking him hard and fast. She looked up at him, licking her lips. His legs tightened as he exploded once more. Hot white ropes of cum spurted out and marked her breasts, dripping only slightly as it cooled on her skin.

After a few more strokes, the flow was reduced to a peeking drop of cum at the head of his cock. She sucked him clean. As she knew she must, being a good girl, she pulled her top up to contain her breasts once more, leaving the drying cum to mark them.

“Thank you again, Chris,” she said as he was awkwardly gathering his clothes about him.

“Oh no, the pleasure was all mine. And, you know, if you ever want to...”

She interrupted him, “Have a good day at work, Chris.”

He blushed and quickly let himself out of the office.

She was mortified at what she’d done, and even more at home much she’d wanted it, needed it. Was she going to be able to control her desires, or would the be her master (or mistress)?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a firm knock at her door. She was suddenly very aware of the smell of sex wafting in the room.

Sharon’s head peeked in. She laughed and let herself in. “I saw Chris walking back to the elevator looking happier than he had any right to. Shall I assume you were a good girl for him?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Well, let’s go find out together,” Sharon said with a smile.

“What do you mean, Mistress?”

“I’ll show you, pet.” She moved to the large bookshelf on the side wall of Jackie’s office and gathered up a video camera perched there. With a deft touch she stopped the recording.

Jackie was too shocked to respond. All she could do was follow in a daze as Sharon led her from the building, peripherally aware of the stared and dropped jaws that accompanied the two ladies as they strolled through the halls.

She was led down the street, around a corner into an alley off the main strip. Sharon knocked three times at an unmarked black door and the two were ushered inside. The figures Jackie saw moving through the narrow halls and dark shadows all seemed to be dressed in black, tight clothing. They stepped into a side room, containing little else that what looked like a dentists chair.

Sharon finally spoke, “Take off your skirt and top, pet, and get in the chair.”

Jackie didn’t dare hesitate. The strangeness was frightening and arousing her. When Sharon saw the dried cum on her breasts she applauded. “Oh, what a good girl you are, Jacquelyn, I’m so proud.”

Jackie was warmed with pleasure as she slid into the chair, the leather cold but smooth on her bare flesh. Her ankles were cuffed to stirrups and her arms were drawn over her and her wrists cuffed to a ring behind her head.

Sharon started to speak, “Jacquelyn, I want you to understand that you are now going to be marked, both for me and in a way to highlight the changes in your body and nature. This is going to happen now. I know you might be scared, and also that it will hurt a bit, so I’m going to be right here with you. For our entertainment, we’re going to watch this little tape we made this morning. Do you understand?”

She was in shock, nervous and excited and aroused. “Yes Mistress,” was the only response she could make, and she knew more words were not welcome.

The video screen lit up—it was the first time she noticed it fixed to the wall facing her. There was the flash of Mistress Sharon smiling into the lens before she let herself out of the office. As she watched herself squirm alone, another woman in a black latex catsuit entered the room and set to work. While she watched herself eagerly fucked by the young fit stud she felt Sharon holding her trapped hands tightly through the pricking pain of the word “slut” being tattooed in script above her hairless sex. She was breathing deeply. She sometimes had to move her head to watch herself sucking his cock and balls while the woman efficiently and carefully pierced each of her nipples and left them marked with sterling silver rings.

The tape ended in snow then darkness as Jackie was freed from the chair. She got dressed carefully. Sharon hugged her tight and kissed her warmly. “You were very brave, love, and very sexy. You are a very good girl, and I’m very proud of you. We’re going to make you into a wonderful slave.”

As they walked back to work, hand in hand, smiling at the stares they received, Jackie felt a warmth that mingled with the ache and new sensations of her piercing and tattoos.

“God, “she thought silently, “and this is just Monday.”