The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I’ve never been much on modern square dancing. It’s all slick and commercial, the caller ends up sounding like some silly kid who writes bad lyrics. In fact, other than a few basic instructions, it’s choreographed, and everyone just learns the steps. Once you learn it, it’s just the same thing over and over.

That’s why our club decided to go traditional. In a traditional square dance, the caller is the final authority. You have to learn the way the caller thinks, learn to communicate... because the caller can tell you to do anything, and it’s what you have to do. That’s where a square dancing club really takes on a challenge. And since we wanted to compete at a national level, we decided we should really go for it. Our only change from the old days is that we allowed women to call dances, too.

We were doing pretty well. We had taken the local and regional titles, and it was time to move to the State. Now, Texas is a big place, and there are lots of great clubs, so we started revamping everything. We even started auditioning callers.

Three times a week we met, and we were finally down to the last callers, and the last night of auditions. There was some guy from Oklahoma, and he did okay, but he screwed up the end... and then there was a caller from Florida, but he had a lisp.

Finally we got down to the last caller, a woman. She was someone recommended by Cheryl, a friend of mine up east.

“She’s really commanding, Opal,” she had said. “She is newer than some, but she has a natural talent for it.”

I wasn’t overly enthusiastic, but heck, everyone deserves a chance.

She seemed nice enough, at least from the short conversation I had with her before the night’s activities began. I could see what Cheryl had meant. She wasn’t stuck up, but Rochelle didn’t have any problem looking me right in the eye.

In fact, it was a little intimidating, and I found myself shaking my head slightly as I walked away after talking with her only for a moment. I only got to talk with her briefly before she moved on, meeting first all the girls and then all the... well, men, such as they were. For some reason, they seemed kind of silly that night in their little western outfits.

Anyway, as I was saying...

I asked Bobbi Sue what she thought about Rochelle, since I saw them talk for a little while. She looked at me like I was crazy. “Well lands sakes, Opal, I only talked with her for a second!”

It wasn’t important, anyway.

Well, that was all I knew about Rochelle, so I had no idea if she would be any good, but when it was her turn, she immediately showed her ability. She got up there and pulled off something that was unheard of in a traditional club. She got on the podium and called out, “This is going to be a ladies only dance!”

Well, we all sort of looked around, but she was the Caller, and the Caller is always Queen. You have to obey the Caller. And she just seemed like a natural Caller, even without the music playing. Damn, even I had to admit that she was good.

The men lined the walls, looking on, and the band started up with Arkansas Traveler as the background to Rochelle’s Call.

She began in the traditional way:

“Let’s go!

Well, it wasn’t what I’d call a usual start, but it was fun anyway. She knew how to give the commands, and that was what was important.

The room erupted in smiles and giggles. Funny thing was, Delores, my partner, did look exceptionally alluring that night... and the way her eyes were sparkling at me made my tummy tingle. Funny how you let go when you’re dancing.

This is where the Caller really takes over the dance, and Mistress Rochelle was doing it like no one I’d ever seen before. The words were flying through my head so fast I almost couldn’t catch them, but I knew it didn’t matter. I just needed to do what the Caller commanded, or I wouldn’t be able to dance anymore. I found myself in that wonderful place of letting go and letting the dance happen the way the Caller wanted. Nothing else made any difference.

I’d never been so grateful as I was at that moment, as Mistress Rochelle put all the men in their proper place. They looked so dejected as they went outside to make sure no strangers came in. It was a beautiful sight...

“Prommmmm-enade!”

Wonderful... being Called like no one had ever been Called before... it was like a whole new dance; not of hand claps and foot stomps, but of licks and touches... I noticed the band had stopped; I guess they left with the other men except for Caroline, the piano player, who was busy licking Mistress Rochelle’s calves. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but I had to dance, and the next Call was coming...

Delicious... all of us in unison reaching deep into our... cunts!... glorious cunts of wetness... I could smell them through the room... the sweetest perfume I’d ever known... I hoped the dance would go on forever...

This was the dance of delight... better than any dance before... Mistress Rochelle was... perfection... Queen...

I don’t know how long we danced, but I remember changing partners at least ten times... and dancing again, following the Caller, Mistress Rochelle, the Queen of the Square Dance...

You know, the men have all quit. They aren’t really very interested anymore. They just want to make us happy. And we’re happiest when even a few of us can get together to practice our square dancing. We don’t miss them at all.

Besides, we’re getting new members all the time.

And me, I’ve even gotten to call a few dances, myself. Mistress Rochelle gave me some private lessons so I could make sure everyone followed her Call while she was gone. Not to worry, though. We’ll see her again... she’s promised to be with us when we go to our contests.

And next month, we go to the Nationals.

The winning square dance club gets to lead everyone in a big jubilee dance with everyone from all fifty states... and I can hardly wait!