The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Oh, Bill, it’s beautiful,” Paige gushed as she pulled the snowy white coat out of the box. She felt silly saying that, because she’d already seen the coat just the day before at the store. But her excitement was genuine.

Paige lifted the coat to her face, rubbing the soft fur against her cheek and inhaling the musky smell. The odor seemed more intense than it had at the store. Maybe that was an effect of whatever treatment had been made to it. Whatever the cause, Paige found the aroma delicious. “Can I put it on?” she asked Bill.

Bill smiled. “Of course, honey. It’s yours; you can wear it whenever you like.”

Paige grinned with delight as she stood up and unfolded the coat. She reveled in its luxurious softness as she slipped it on over her thin black dress. Bill leaned back on the couch, watching her with a twinkle in his eye. Paige smiled lustily at him, knowing she had him captivated. She felt like a goddess.

Slowly, she climbed onto the couch, coming to her hands and knees, her face next to his. “Thank you, Bill. It’s wonderful.” She kissed him hungrily, and he responded, reaching under the coat to pull her down on top of him. She pressed her body against his, the open coat covering them both.

She groaned as she felt his hands playing with her nipples through the dress. Another dress he’d given her. Paige felt incredibly aroused. Partly it was Bill’s hands on her body, partly it was the intoxicating smell of the fur. But mostly it was the fact that every single thing she was wearing at that moment, including the wonderful coat, had been paid for by Bill. She held the emotional control in the relationship. He’d spent all that money, but he didn’t own her; rather, she owned him. Her pussy, she realized, was already wet.

She broke the kiss. “I want to do it now. Right here.” Bill arched an eyebrow in surprise, but gamely pushed the fur down off her shoulders, unstrapping her dress and freeing her breasts. Paige had never done this with Bill before. Sex with Bill, though passionate, had always been a civilized affair, conducted in a bed. But this time, well, she just wanted it now.

Bill paused in his undressing of her body, stroking her hair. “Your hair is so beautiful, Paige. So soft and thick.” Paige was a bit taken aback. Damnit, didn’t he want to screw? “Have you ever thought about letting it grow out a bit?” Bill continued.

Jesus, of all the times for him to get interested in her hairstyle. Still, it was important to keep him happy. “Would you like that, darling?” she asked. “I’ll do it if you want me to.”

He smiled. “I think it would look beautiful if you did.”

“Then I’ll do it,” she whispered playfully. “I’ll do anything for you, honey.”

“I know,” he replied, smiling.

Good, let him think he’s in control, she thought. After all, a goddess occasionally had to do favors for her worshipers. “But now I need you do something for me, baby,” she cooed, rubbing his swollen crotch with one leg.

Fifteen minutes later, Paige was on her back on the couch, legs spread as she experienced her third orgasm of the afternoon. For a man his age, Bill’s stamina was amazing; he continued to pump away at her pussy, driving her to new heights of pleasure. Her mind foggy, Paige turned her head to the crumpled coat lying next to her. She pulled it to her face, inhaling the musky scent deeply as she came. If this is what being a goddess is like, she thought, I could get used to it.

“... so I told Bernie we were going to go ahead with or without him, and he was going to have to explain to his shareholders how he missed the boat on the biggest acquisition of the year,” Bill said, cutting off another piece of his prime rib.

Paige raised one eyebrow in between forkfulls of salad, doing her best to appear interested in his story. “And what did he do?”

Bill wore a grin of satisfaction. “He took a second to think about it, and then he agreed to our terms. He practically fell over himself thanking us for giving him a measly ten percent!” He skewered the chunk of meat and popped it into his mouth triumphantly.

“Well, congratulations, honey,” Paige replied, sipping her wine.

“Is everything to your satisfaction, ma’am?”

Paige started as she realized the waiter had come up behind her. “Why... why, yes, everything’s wonderful. Thank you.” The waiter executed a smart bow before fading away into the crowded restaurant.

Paige looked around, still not believing what was going on. Bill was treating her to lunch at the Chesterfield Hotel, one of the fanciest spots in town. The Caesar salad she was eating had cost more than she usually spent on food in a week, and it tasted like it. What amazed her, though, was how cavalier Bill had been about bringing her here. There had been no attempt to hide what was going on. Bill, a married man very much in the public eye, had escorted a fur-clad young woman into one of the city’s finest restaurants.

Paige turned her head to one side, inhaling the musky aroma of the coat sitting on the back of her chair. The maitre d’ had offered to take her coat, but Bill had interceded, telling her he’d prefer she keep it with him. “It complements you so well,” he’d said. Paige had feigned indifference, but secretly she’d been relieved. She didn’t like the idea of being separated from the coat.

Paige had come to love the coat. The soft, snowy fur had a sensual appeal for her. She kept it with her whenever possible, stroking its fine white hair and inhaling its rich odor. She slept with it on the bed next to her. The only time she left it behind was when she went to classes. She was afraid some of the animal-rights activists at school would try to damage it, and she couldn’t bear the thought of harm coming to her coat.

And so she’d brought the coat into the restaurant with her, folding it over one arm while the clung to Bill with the other. She’d been conscious of the stares they’d gotten as they walked through the crowded dining area. He’s showing me off, she realized. He’s showing off his sexy young mistress and the fur coat he bought her. She knew she ought to be angry about being shown off like some sort of trophy, but she was strangely calm about it, even a bit pleased to be the focus of so much attention.

Paige brushed her hair away from her face as she ate another forkfull of salad. She had begun letting it grow out, as Bill had requested, and the ends of it now brushed her shoulders. Oddly, Paige found that she liked it that way. It was more effort to take care of, certainly, but she got more looks from men this way. And Bill liked it longer. That was important.

“Bill! How are you, you old bastard?”

Paige turned to see a balding middle-aged man approaching. He rushed up to shake hands with Bill, who responded warmly. “Fred! I haven’t seen you in almost a year. I think it was that Christmas party Doris and I threw last year.”

“Right. It has been a long time! Say,” he looked at Paige, “who’s your new friend? She’s gorgeous!”

“Yes, Paige really is a work of art, isn’t she?” Bill replied, smiling as he looked at her. Paige smiled back coldly, feeling her anger rise. Being shown off was one thing, but being discussed like she was just a painting or something was entirely different! Paige reached down with her right hand to grip the sleeve of the coat, her fingers kneading the thick fur in frustration.

But... the soft feel of the fur soothed her. She inhaled deeply, breathing its sweet aroma. Her smile softened, growing genuinely warm. “Not just her face, either,” Fred commented. “She’s got a nice little body on her, too.” Paige felt herself blushing at the compliment, and purred softly as she shifted her weight to show off her trim figure. She spent an hour a day exercising to maintain her body; she decided she had a right to be proud of it.

“Well, if you’ll excuse us, we’re a bit busy here at the moment, Fred, but we should get together and catch up. I’ll give you a call next week,” Bill said politely.

“Oh, please do. I look forward to hearing from you.” Fred nodded and smiled at Paige, and found herself responding in kind as he walked away.

“I’m terribly sorry about that, darling,” Bill said when Fred was out of earshot. “Frederick is a good friend, but he can be a bit... crass at times.”

“Oh, that’s all right, honey,” Paige replied. “Actually, I kind of liked it.”

“Good,” Bill murmured, barely loud enough to hear. Before Paige had time to wonder what he meant, he barreled on. “You know, Paige, you do look exquisitely gorgeous when you’re all dressed up like this. You could easily pass for a fashion model, you know.”

Paige blushed again. Normally she wore little or no makeup, even when working. It was part of the business-woman look she liked to project. But she’d made her face up more fully for this meeting. “Do you really think so?” she asked quietly.

“Absolutely,” Bill replied. “That’s why I want you to have this.” He passed her a small envelope. Paige took it from him and opened it nervously. A silver-colored credit card fell out. The name read PAIGE L SCOTT.

“The charges all come to me,” Bill said.

“B-Bill, I can’t...”

Bill shushed her, placing a finger on her lips. “Please. You’re a gorgeous woman, and I don’t want you worrying about money. I want you to buy whatever you need to make yourself pretty. Beauty like yours should be displayed for the world to enjoy.”

Paige sighed. She knew she shouldn’t take it, but... Well, it was so thrilling to be the center of attention. And if Bill wanted her to make herself pretty, then she should do it. After all, he’d bought her the fur. Her free hand stroked the soft sleeve of the coat. “Thank you, Bill.”

Bill smiled. “You’re welcome. Now let’s finish our meal. I’m needed back at the office before too long.”

“Honey,” Paige said, a wicked gleam in her eye, “I really ought to thank you properly for this wonderful gift. Perhaps after we finish here you could give me, say, a fifteen-minute tour of your office?”

They didn’t even bother to finish lunch.

“Oh my God, this is amazing!” Paige gushed as Bill escorted her through the door. And it was. Bill’s penthouse apartment was lavishly decorated. The floor of the foyer was tiled in marble, and expensive-looking paintings hung on the walls. Paige could only gape as Bill closed the door behind them and hung up his coat.

She felt Bill’s hands resting on her fur-covered shoulders. “Do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s wonderful,” she replied as she took in her opulent surroundings. Bill was so rich. So powerful. She realized how lucky she was to have him. How lucky that of all the girls in the city, he had chosen her to be his mistress. She pulled the fur coat tightly around herself as Bill massaged her shoulders.

They had spent the evening at a charity fund-raising dinner. Bill had made the keynote speech, and they had sat at the raised table next to the podium. All through the evening, Paige had felt the eyes of the other attendees on her. She had felt the jealousy of the women, who coveted her youth and beauty.

But the men... the men were jealous of Bill. They had been looking at her, lusting after her, wondering what it would be like to sleep with her. They all knew that Bill was going to take her home and fuck her, and not one of them wouldn’t have killed for a chance at that. The feeling had been deliciously erotic. She had wet her panties within ten minutes of sitting down, and the smell of her own sex, mingled with the heady aroma of the fur, had gotten her even more aroused. Bill was the luckiest man in the city this evening, and Paige adored the fact that everyone knew it.

“Let’s go to the living room and you can fix me a drink,” Bill said into her ear. Paige allowed herself to be guided into the spacious living room. She’d been feeling so... agreeable recently. It felt good to do things for Bill. She rubbed her hands over the soft white fur as she followed him into the spacious, glass-walled living room. She quickly found the bar and began mixing Bill an Old Fashioned.

“You looked beautiful this evening, Paige” Bill told her. Paige blushed a bit, but she knew it was true. She’d spent a small fortune on cosmetics in the last few weeks, all on the credit card Bill had given her. She’d even taken a three-hour seminar on makeup techniques at an upscale boutique in the city. It had cost a small fortune and she’d had to miss several classes, but it had been worth it.

She looked up at the mirror at the back of the bar, smiling as she examined herself. Her blonde hair, styled that afternoon at a salon downtown, cascaded gently over her shoulders and down her back, flowing serenely over the snowy fur. The makeup she wore softened her face, enhancing her femininity. Her blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. Blue eyes... well, Bill liked them that way, and it really hadn’t been much effort to get colored contact lenses.

She finished Bill’s drink and took it to where he sat on the couch. “Thanks, darling,” he said as she handed it to him. Paige sat next to him on the plush leather couch, allowing her coat to fall open so Bill could see the slinky black dress she wore underneath. He gazed at her, his eyes roaming up and down her body. He reached out to caress her breast idly as he sipped his drink.

Something had been nagging her. “Bill?”

“Yes, darling?” he asked, only a touch of exasperation in his voice.

“What... what about your wife?”

He withdrew his hand. “I told you, she’s out of town until Sunday.”

“No... I mean... what about your wife and... and us?”

“Ah.” He paused, scratching his chin. “Well, she and I... she and I have an arrangement. I’d really rather not talk about it.”

“Okay,” Paige replied. “I’m sorry.” She really was. She felt bad for having made Bill uncomfortable. A mistress wasn’t supposed to do that.

Bill leaned forward, smiling. “I’m sure you can make it up to me,” he said. He kissed her, his hands stroking her erect nipples. Paige groaned, feeling her pussy grow damp. She inhaled deeply, the musky odor of the fur filling her nose. She needed it so badly...

“Do me right here,” she moaned. “Please...” She reached for his belt, swiftly unbuckling it. “I want you to to fuck me in the coat.” She looked at him, desperate.

He smiled, seemingly on the verge of laughter. “Okay,” he chuckled. Paige cooed in delight, leaning back on the couch and spreading her legs, causing the dress to ride up and bunch around her waist. The cool air of the apartment tingled on the warm lips of her pussy. She giggled as she looked down at her clean-shaven crotch.

Bill had casually mentioned to her one evening last week that he liked a bare pussy, and she’d shaved herself the next morning. Paige had to admit that she liked it better that way. It was easier to keep clean, for one thing. But there was more to it than that. It made her more... accessible. She liked the idea of keeping her pussy bare for Bill. She liked it so much that she had almost stopped wearing panties. But she got wet every time she saw Bill, and it wouldn’t do to have her juices running down her legs when they were out in public.

Paige let out a soft moan as Bill’s slacks fell to his knees, revealing his rock-hard cock. He leaned forward, kissing her neck hungrily. Paige turned her head to one side, burying her nose in the soft, white fur of the coat and inhaling deeply. Her body tense, she thrust her crotch forward, anticipating his entry.

“Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you...” Bill said, his attention apparently distracted from her body.

“Wh-what? What?” Paige asked, almost panicking. She needed him so badly!

“I have to fly to Europe in a few days on business. I’m going to be gone for three weeks.”

Paige was aware of feeling vaguely sad at this news, but the bulk of her conscious thought was centered around the need she was feeling, the need for Bill’s cock to feel the aching void in her pussy. “Just fuck me...” she pleaded.

But Bill was unresponsive to her desires. “Listen, honey, there’s something I need you to do while I’m gone. A couple of gifts I want you to have. Will you take them?”

“Okay, okaaaaay,” she whined, her body writhing with lust.

“Promise?” he asked, apparently oblivious to her needs.

“Yes! Yes, I promise! Just fuck me!”

“Thanks, honey,” he replied, kissing her briefly. “You’re a real sweetheart. We’ll get everything set up tomorrow.” With that, he sank his cock into her steaming pussy, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. Paige orgasmed almost immediately, her back arching as her pussy spasmed around his cock.

It was only hours later, after hours of nonstop sex and countless orgasms on Bill’s tool, that Paige began to wonder exactly what sort of gifts she was going to receive.